From: "Jose L. Solano" <jsolano199@aol.comlink> Subject: Re: [PW!] [SST] All Aboard, All In Olivine Port! Date: Saturday, January 17, 2004 6:20 PM > "Pardon us, miss," a large security guard noted. "But we need to perform a >check. Security reasons." > > "Of course," Alex replied. "Anything in particular?" > > "Just an inventory of any weapons and equipment," the guard noted. > > Alex handed the guard her PokéDex and PokéNav and said, "My ID and Trainer >Profiles are programmed into those devices." > > The guard checked over both, and declared, "Clear on the first part, Miss >Masters," before returning her gear. > > "In my bag are spare clothes, cooking supplies, and a sleeping bag," Alex >listed off, slipping off her backpack and opening it. > > The guard quickly looked through her bag, and declared, "Clear." > > Alex slipped her bag back on, then disconnected her pike from her belt and >said, "As for weapons, I have this pike; totally non-lethal." She extended >the >fighting rod to its full length, allowing the guard to inspect it, before >returning it to travel size and its holster. "And my sword," Alex finished, >drawing the Dorsal Excalibur from its sheath on her belt. "I give you my word >right now that I will not harm anyone with it." > > "Clear," the guard noted. "And relax, Miss Masters, I'm only authorized to >confiscate firearms or NBCs. Other forms of weaponry are allowed to remain >with >their owners." > > Alex breathed a sigh of relief; she always felt vulnerable without her >sword. "Wonderful. Thanks." > > "No problem. Enjoy the trip." > > Alex, not fully checked through by security, walked up towards the >boarding >ramp as ShadowWarrior came in for a landing on her shoulder. Right behind Alex, a plump, elderly Eskimo woman made it to the security checkpoint. "Excuse me, ma'am," the guard told her, "But we need to check everyone who comes aboard." "Oh my," 'Karen,' as Carol called herself in her Eskimo woman disguise, said in a false, raspy voice. "But I've nothing to check! I'm afraid I've brought nothing with me." "You didn't bring anything with you?" "No, I just thought I would buy everything I need in the shops..." "Regardless, ma'am, your coat looks heavy and we need to check heavy coats in case anyone tries to smuggle anyth-" "Oh my, how awful," 'Karen' said. "You can trust me, young man, I am nobody's enemy." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but rules are rules-" "I don't think it's nece-" The large guard took 'Karen' by the hand and pulled her out of the line. "Ma'am, this won't take long." "What? What are you doing? Get your hands off of me! Don't be fresh, young man!" "Ma'am, I'm just searching you for any weap-" The guard's hands searched over 'Karen', and he moved quickly both to avoid upsetting her and to get the line moving as quickly as possible. "OH! YOU LITTLE PERVERT!" "Ma'am, calm down!" "GET YOUR HANDS OFF! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME AGAIN!" "This is almost over, ma'am, please-" 'Karen' felt the guard's hands against the padding in her rear and immediately slapped him away. "LADY, PLEASE!" "MASHER! MASHER!" "Who's a masher?!" An even larger security guard demanded to know. He walked over to the first guard, who was trying to search the struggling old Eskimo woman, who fought him with everything she had. "This man is trying to have his way with me!" 'Karen' cried, trying as hard as she could to sound upset and disturbed. "MASHER!" "So it's YOU again!" the second guard, who outranked the first, yelled angrily. "This is the third time today! You just don't learn, do you?!" "What? No!" "GET HIM!" on the higher-ranking guard's command, seven other security officers grabbed the first guard and dragged him away from the checkpoint, then threw him against the floor proceeded to beat him. "I'm terribly sorry about that, ma'am. I can set up a luxury suite for you to make up for this offense." "Thank you, officer," 'Karen' said, not actually looking to see what his rank was, "I'm glad to see there are still decent young men willing to do their jobs right." "Glad to be of service, ma'am." After a short wait, 'Karen' was given a key and allowed onto the SS Tidal. The first guard, bruised and unconscious, was dragged away, and the higher-ranking guard took his place at the security checkpoint. Once on the deck, 'Karen' looked at her key and grinned underneath her Eskimo mask. TBC? Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil