Mew pressed the access button for the
docking bay for the third time. It gave off the “access denied”
tone for the third time. Mew slammed her fist on the viewing window
several times. “Damn it! Saluter you open this door right now!”
Toll appeared on the other side of the viewing window. His hands
were full of wires and he was saying something to her but she
couldn't hear him through the door. “You rat bastard!” She
crushed the speaker button. “What did you do! Put it all back,
now!” Toll looked as if he was having an issue keeping the wires
and circuit boards in his hands while reaching for the intercom
switch. With an exaggerated scramble the circuit boards and wires
went flying in every direction. He smiled sheepishly and clicked the
intercom button on his side of the door.
“Ok. so, new plan. You put some super
glue in the next bay over and open the door. I'll get my suit and
grab the glue and fix the boards and we'll have this all figured out
in a few hours.” Mew continued to pound her fists on the window,
screaming obscenities that Toll thankfully could not hear. He
continued much to her frustration “lunch time at the absolute
latest.” He kissed his hand pressed it to the window and then
dashed back to the cruiser.
He found Rusty laying on his back,
elbow deep in the flight console. Surrounded by several by piles of
wires, and circuit boards, the sight of which caused Toll to freak
immediately.
“No no no no no! Rusty you yourself
have told me that all these pieces are required to make the ship go
and we need the ship to go...like now!” Toll picked up a circuit
board and started looking for a clue as to what its purpose might be.
“YOU need to go Toll.” Rusty
responded while tossing another small circuit board on the floor. “I
am an unwilling participant in this madness.”, throwing another
fist full of wiring out onto the floor. Toll rolled his eyes.
“Unwilling participant eh? So your
not enjoying ripping your dad's cruiser up at all right now?” He
sat in the pilots chair and flipped the circuit board over in his
hands.
“There have been
certain...advantages.” There were two flashes inside the console
and the cruisers engine roared to life. “Yes! Screw you dad!”
Rusty triumphantly climbed out from under the console, dirt, grease,
and a smile on his face. Toll practically shook the dirt and grease
off him out of sheer excitement.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,
thank you!” Rusty shoved Toll away from him and looked around the
ship.
“Yeah what ever, now give me your
suit helmet so I can get out of here and you can get going.” Not
seeing the helmet he looked to Toll for a clue. Toll's smile did not
waiver but his eyes betrayed his panic, Rusty felt his stomach sink.
He scanned the ship again. “Toll where's the helmet?” Toll sat
down in the pilot's seat, flipping switches and buttons, the command
stick came loose in preparation for flight.
“In your bunk next to your shoes,”
Toll hollered without making eye contact. “lets go!”
“TOLL YOU BASTARD!” Rusty howled as
he sat hard on the floor. He dropped his face into his hands and
smashed his head into the back of the pilots chair. Toll glanced back
quickly and noticed just how hard Rusty was taking this revelation.
“Look at it this way, at least when
you tell them I kidnapped you, you won't be lying.”
