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28 September 2017 @ 07:41 am
_Girl Trip_ or _Lucky Dave_ 6  

Chapter Eight

Rael's head whipped around and she stared open mouthed for a shocked second.

"Son of a syphilitic camel! He just stole my car!"

Ryol slapped her hands to her face. "What! We were helping him! What are we going to do? Oh One, that wasn't even your car! Are you going to be in trouble?"

Rael started grinning. "Ha! Nope. Mr. Mystery is in trouble." She started patting her pockets . . . "Ryol do you have your com? Mine's in the car."

The girl looked panicked and started her own pocket patting routine . . . and pulled hers out.

"Excellent." She tapped in to the motor pool and identified herself. "Enyo? Find the code on the car I signed out and turn it off, will you?"

She sighed at the laughter. "Yes, yes. Very funny, Rael let someone steal her car. Umm, don't hit the brakes right away, it's in traffic . . . Thanks."

Rael handed the phone back to Ryol. "Right. Let's hike down the road and see if Mr. Mystery managed to get off the road without getting crunched. Because you know what? I'm beginning to think you may have just rescued three people from the fall of Fort Rangpur."

"What!" Ryol squeaked. "You think he's a Warrior? But you said he wasn't of the One."

"He's not. But that doesn't mean he isn't a Halfer soldier. I'm not sure why he would be so untrusting, so desperate to get away. But he certainly is acting like a soldier in enemy territory." She shaded her eyes. "There's the car, off the road."

Chapter Nine

Dave tried to not curse out loud as he failed to get the car to do anything.

"Remote controlled mechanical Bitch! FUCK!" Then he hastily fumbled at the door. Much to his relief, it opened. He pried himself out and slammed the door. He eyed it and pulled the handle. It didn't budge. He slumped against the car and thumped his head on the roof. "Great. I'm locked out and don't even have my crutch." He turned his head and looked back along the road. No sign of pissed off redheads. Yet. But what he did see was a gap between the back door and the roof.

I didn't close the back door. Is it completely unlatched?

He hopped—very carefully because this would be a bad time to stumble against the door—to the rear. Pried at the door, it opened a few inches and stopped. He stuck his fingers in and poked, there was the post, and if he pushed up right there . . .

Damn it. If I had a screw driver or . . . He pulled out the Bag handles . . . stared at them. What if I bend them? He looked at the space between the door and the jamb.

If I could hold onto the door while I get into the bag, then maneuver the handles sideways . . . it would fall inside. Then I could open the door . . .


Then I could finger walk it under the front seat and let the redheads drive me someplace. Excellent. Plan.

Other than having to sit down to get his legs in and then fight tendency of the bag to pull in anything that got partway . . . he finally had to grip the bottom of the door and cling while the handles sucked up to them and maneuver the handles in and up over the threshold, and pinch his fingers . . . He shoved his head out . . . pushed partway out, cursed as all of him came out sprawled awkwardly on the car floor. He reached and grabbed all the bottles . . . yes, the pink one! Then he pulled the handles up, bent to get them close the front passenger seat and scooted in, just keeping his hand out to push the handles all the way under the seat.


Nick stirred and whimpered a bit. "Lucky Dave?"

"Sir?" Dave hastily grabbed the pink boost . . . Set it down and grabbed the clear one.

And from outside, muffled female voices.

If I close the handles, I could miss my chance to bail . . . He squirmed out of his shirt, balled it up and stuffed it against the handles. "Shh, quiet, sir. The enemy is near." Opening the car doors, closing them. Inside the bag there was no sensation of movement, but most likely they both gotten in.

He uncapped the boost and lifted Nick's head to sip at it. And then the thick chocolaty drink.

The woman waited a couple of hours before she gave me the pink stuff. So I'll do the same.

More boost, then the commander's eyes started sliding closed.

Or a few days . . . damn it, do we have even a day?

Dave uncapped the pink and got a sip into the old man before his breathing slowed again.

Engine sounds, the grit of tires on gravel, then the subdued whirl of tires on tarmac.

Then he looked the other way, to find his brother watching.

"You look funny with no beard."

"Shh. We're hiding, hitching a ride to Calcutta, where I can see about getting us into a hospital. I think . . . I don't know the situation, politically. The two women in the car have a bit of an accent, and use occasional Spanish words and phrases. One of them is some sort of government agent, so I dare not openly ask for help."

Davos nodded. "In case they're still anti-Islam, or anti-genetic engineering or anti-magic."

"Exactly." Dave handed him the boost.

Davos swallowed. "Oh, I needed this." Another swallow. Then he lifted the sheet and looked at his belly. "No worse."

"Yeah. So drink this, too. And . . . in a few hours I'll give you something else." Dave watched him finish off the chocolate thing . . . then started flexing and bending his right leg. All those lumps of misalligned bone . . . Hope I don't have to put weight on it. But if the pink stuff could heal Davos' gut, the two of us could get the commander to safety . . . once we figure out where that is.

He caught the sound of women's voices and put his ear near the handles.

Chapter Ten

"Well, I don't see the pain in the ass car thief." Rael scowled. "Someone must have given him a lift. I think we've lost him, but keep your eyes open."

Ryol huffed. "I still can't believe he did that!" She shut her eyes . . . then sat up wide-eyed. Put a finger to her lips and pointed downward.

Rael grinned. Raised her eyebrows and two fingers, then three.

Ryol's mouth rounded in a silent "Oh!" She closed her eyes and started grinning. Raised three fingers.

Rael nodded. "Well, the traffic's getting heavier, but we should be home in about three hours. Kick back and relax and forget about Mr. Rude."

:: And don't say anything about corridors or being back in Paris when we get there. I'm taking them all straight to the hospital. ::

Ryol grinned and bounced in her seat. "This has been an awesome vacation!"

One help me, I think she's starting to enjoy this.

She turned on some music, let Ryol find something more to her liking. They swapped grins and started snarking about each other's tastes in music, offering critiques, singing along, and then critiquing each other's performance . . . drove through the corridor to New Delhi, through another traffic jam through the corridor to Paris, sunset turning abruptly into midday.

Rael turned on the auto drive and let the car handle getting them across town. And finally got out her comm, and turned it on, and to text only.

Oops. Fifteen messages. She sent a universal "We're fine" message and frowned at the lack of response from Isakson when she tried to call him.

Then a ding from Urfa.


Rael grinned. More succinct than usual.

Found another Bag. I think the guy hobbling down the road with it is a survivor, with two others in worse shape still in the Bag. But he seems very much in the 'escape from enemy territory' mode. So we're pretending we don't realize he's stowed away in the bag under the front seat. I'll haul him straight to the hospital before we drag him out and try to convince him we're actually friendly.

And the reply from Urfa. I'll send some help, just in case. Remember what a hard ass Ra'd was at first.

Ryol, reading over her shoulder, glared at the comm.

Rael suppressed a giggle. :: We will need to be careful. Whoever he is, he doesn't understand that he's safe, and probably will start out belligerent. ::

Ryol looked worried. :: You won't hurt him, will you? ::

:: I'll try, but he's so bloody fragile—here and there—and strong—here and there—that I may have trouble if he tries something. He may have weapons in there. If he pulls a gun or knife you will run away. ::

Ryol swallowed, nodded.

:: I mean it. You don't want to be the hostage with the knife at her throat. It's safer for both of us if you run. ::

"Oh." Almost soundless, then she looked down, eyes closed. Smiled and shook her head.

The car turned into the Prophets' Memorial Hospital and blinked for instructions. Rael steered it to the emergency center and parked.

Michawl DolbearMichawl Dolbear on September 28th, 2017 03:04 pm (UTC)
Are you now going to reveal that a standard car has other remote features, like automatic cameras and data retrieval?

So Isakson has recognized Lucky Dave and is en route but where to?

Mike D
Little Egret in Walton-on-Thames
matapampamuphoff on September 28th, 2017 03:26 pm (UTC)
Isakson's on vacation, ignoring his electronic leash. Rael and Ryol are going to have to deal with Lucky Dave themselves.
muirecanmuirecan on September 28th, 2017 07:45 pm (UTC)
Now that was clever of him. And if Ryol couldn't see bags it would even have worked as an escape. Heh this is going to be very amusing.
matapampamuphoff on September 28th, 2017 10:16 pm (UTC)
_If_ I can write it right. Picture Rael walking into the emergency room holding the handles, fighting to keep them almost closed on the hand trying to get them open . . .

Just might attract a little attention.
mbarkermbarker on September 29th, 2017 01:52 am (UTC)
Why not close the handles? Then she's got time to wait for the help to arrive while the time dilation keeps Mr. Rude and company on ice (so to speak) before she cracks it open again. Of course, it won't make him any less antsy about what's going on... Although Rael might be worried about whether or not she can open the bag again if she closes the handles?
mbarkermbarker on September 29th, 2017 01:55 am (UTC)
Although I will admit the image of the hand fighting to open the bag while Rael carefully keeps it almost shut is a great one! Hum, what does he have in the bag with him? Boost and drinks, anything else that he might try pushing out to get her to let go or slip? This is almost a comic food fight in the making, isn't it?
matapampamuphoff on September 29th, 2017 03:14 am (UTC)
He's not going to want to be closed in and has his shirt up against it to muffle sounds. A simple shove and the handles can't close, can't kick in the time dilation.

He's shocked that she knew they were there, and figures this is his last chance, before she turns a Prophet of the One True God over to her bosses.
ekuah on September 29th, 2017 10:25 pm (UTC)
Two thoughts
Rael has a nasty slice.
She could easily chop off anything which sticks out of the bag.
T-shirts, fingers, gun barrels all no problem.
And any missing finger can be regrown.

Ryol maybe could just pop the bubble.
And if she can't, her half sister Nighthawk could do it for sure.
Ok that would be damaging an 'irreplaceable historic artifact'.
But only until she attached a new bubble to the handles. (and non would be wiser ;-)
matapampamuphoff on September 29th, 2017 10:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Two thoughts
The fight will very definitely involve Rael trying to not hurt him.

In public.

With multiple witnesses recording "That Famous Rael! Fighting a Bad Guy . . . Wait, did she just tell him it's been almost twelve centuries? Is he another Old Warrior!"

If Rael's really unlucky, I might even add a professional newsie with a camera man.

Picture Raod and Ox at home, so nice to have a quiet house . . .

Raaz, now aged 6ish runs in "Ryol's on the Screen! She rescued the Prophet Nicholas! There was a big fight in the hospital! Aunt Rael beat up this poor crippled guy! And there was a HAND!"
ekuah on September 29th, 2017 11:21 pm (UTC)
I you want to be really nasty to Rael...
...let there be several News Teams in the hospital.
Reporting about a Salle 'accident' between two rivalling warparty members.
Happy to spice up their reports during the slow news time.
mbarkermbarker on September 29th, 2017 08:22 am (UTC)
Y'a know, a five minute news show might very well toss some confusion into the mix. I mean, what is he going to overhear...
(Anonymous) on September 29th, 2017 01:14 pm (UTC)
Or the Oner equivalent of Judge Judy or some other 'reality tv' type show.

Rather looking forward to Nick having words with Emre. "My son tells me you tried . . ."
(Anonymous) on September 29th, 2017 01:15 pm (UTC)
And, as usual, that's Holly.
(Anonymous) on September 30th, 2017 02:55 am (UTC)
I like where this is going, but the timing of the initial event is a little conspicuous. Maybe a mutation. Like the ability to perceive others perceiving you, even through bubbles. Either that or some kind of "I am here" beacon. Considering the vagueness of the One power set, the "I am here" or an attraction ability would be believable.
matapampamuphoff on September 30th, 2017 04:22 am (UTC)
Re: cool
Which initializing event? That a girl with the ability to see dimensional bubbles, on a trip specifically to look for them, noticed one? That she could see inside one? That's an ability that was shone--by her grandfather--in the first book of the series.
(Anonymous) on September 30th, 2017 03:43 pm (UTC)
RE: Re: cool
Maybe a reminder, then, since that anon seems to not know, that Ryol is 3/4ths Fallen and 1/4 Oner. A little bit of "So, tell me more about my bio-family," somewhere along the way. "Well, your grandma is an action teamer, your grandpa is a Fallen mage who conned her since vanished without a trace, and you know your dad is Xen, his dad is one of Those Left Behind . . ."
Perfectly natural road-trip talk.

ekuah on September 30th, 2017 06:51 pm (UTC)
Well depending...
...how you calculate Ryol is more like 3/5ths Fallen. (Egto inherited some of his genes to Rael too)
Or some other fraction between 3/5 and 3/4.

Edited at 2017-09-30 06:51 pm (UTC)
Robert AllabandRobert Allaband on September 30th, 2017 08:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Well depending...
There should be very little Oner in Ryol outside of the Oner power gene since the Wine played a factor not only in Rael's conception but also Ryol's if memory serves. The Wine does pick and choose the genes needed to make the most powerful child and very little would have come from Egto and then you add in Xen's genes which have at least two old god genes in him if memory servers. Will be very interesting in a few years to see if the collective subconscious takes an interest in her, or her twin.
matapampamuphoff on September 30th, 2017 08:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Well depending...
Rael got Egto's Oner Xo and everything else Bran's on that set. The other set is all Kael's.

No clue which Oner Xo Ryol got from Rael, nor what mix of chromosomes she got from Bran vs Kael on her maternal set. Ditto on the paternal set. Some mix of Wolf's and Rustle's.

Rael did have the Wine, which selects for power, so Ryol has Xen's combo witch wizard Xwz. Arno got a major switch, with Xen's Xwz and his Ym.

3/4ths Comet Fall is close enough without a genetic analysis. Which the One probably has, but may not have told her.
matapampamuphoff on September 30th, 2017 08:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Well depending...
I may get into this in the road trip talk, but for a short story it may be too much data not relevant to the story.
ekuah on September 30th, 2017 09:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Well depending...
Didn't knew that Rael was so exclusively Brans daughter.
I mean he is a strong mage, but not godlike stuff.
So I thought that there was a decent chance that Egto had one or two insertions that Bran is missing.

And even if she is 74.9% Fallen, that is still between 3/5 (60%) and 3/4 (75%)

Edited at 2017-09-30 09:31 pm (UTC)
matapampamuphoff on September 30th, 2017 10:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Well depending...
There's a random mix every generation, both of whole chromosomes, information transfers and segment swaps. Without a genetic analysis it's all guess work.

And since the early "hybrid lab animals" were all closely related even before the insertion packets of many varieties (and often identical) genes . . . the main differences between Comet Fall and One are that Comet Fall lacks the "rape" genes and the One and Priest versions of the power genes, while One lacks the dimensional genes, the purple gene, and the Witch, Wizard and Mage versions of the power genes.
(Anonymous) on October 1st, 2017 12:05 am (UTC)
a poke at Cannibal World
Since the discussion here is ongoing, some thoughts.

1. When Eldon blows his strange bomb, the Helios world is actively merging with some target (I think you're going to use that primitive world, which Eldon already has a gate to.)
When it goes off, does it disintegrate both sides, or just the Helios side?

2. What happens to all the gates that were placed between Helios and other dimensions? (or ditto with the primitive world if it gets blown up too.) I would presume it should take at least some fraction of the time it took to establish the gates to remove them, so there would be lots still left at the time of the explosion.

3. As I understand, that would leave only those Helios persons who were on another dimension through their powered gates, and that this is where the extended rescue of prisoners takes place. Would the Helios have created a powered gate infrastructure on the other world already? Or were their raids managed through their home dimension.

I had another thought, but it seems to be off tickling Eldon instead of me

matapampamuphoff on October 1st, 2017 01:20 am (UTC)
Re: a poke at Cannibal World
(3)They took gate equipment through to the Empty World they were colonizing. Only the people who wanted to merge, either because of age or to modify a previous merge with a women stayed on Helios for the merge.

(1) The primitive world was spat out, badly damaged, with instant volcano in the overlapped region, plus earth quakes and so forth.

(2) In Cannibal World I believe I had the permanent gates collapse as the shadow zone engulfed them. In this case, there are personnel from Comet Fall closing them as fast as possible. Just in case.
matapampamuphoff on October 1st, 2017 02:35 pm (UTC)
Re: a poke at Cannibal World
(3) Leading to the search for all Oners, plus implying that they'll still be a problem. Just, not a World Eating Problem.