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Shuttle on route to Deltana V

Posted April 28, 2020, 11:15 p.m. by Commander Ardashir "Jack" Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) (Steven Sigle)

Posted by Lieutenant Celina Rodriguez (Chief Tactical Officer) in Shuttle on route to Deltana V

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Shuttle on route to Deltana V

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Shuttle on route to Deltana V
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
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“Yeah… we… just a vacation… I mean outside of being called the savior of the bedroom from this one.” Jack said as he did a small lifting motion as Celina got jostled up and down as he looked back at the rest. “I have never been called a savior.”

Creed, XO

“What… Jack,” she cuffed him sharply with a curved hand and a flick of her hand on the back of the head. It did not hurt but an involuntary reaction. “You had better start praying to St. Alexius,” Celina shook her head as Jack set her down.

“Oh Allah not this again, if I have to hear about your Saints again like they are Pokemon that you have to catch again… why Alexius? What did he do?” Jack asked with a roll of his eyes as she brought that up. He often felt Catholics had more saints than the Greeks had patron deities.

“Yes yes St. Alexius of Rome and the great Anthony of Padua,” the guide said as the group dropped to his knees and began to bow like a Hindu instead of clasping his hands together like a Christian. The group all began to chant something low and soft that reminded Jack and Celina of a prayer.

“Okay that is new,” Celina remarked not sure of what to make of the situation.

“No no no no… we… we are just here to mingle and not be single…” Jack said as he looked around at the people as they gathered around him.

After several seconds the guide stood up and nodded happily to the couple. “The ever-faithful missonarian Cesar spoke to us from the heavens and told us that Saint Anthony and Saint Alexius would give us in our trials and he provided…you,” the guide moved forward with open arms to embrace Jack in a large hug.

“Don’t touch me....” Jack said simply as he put his hand in front of the man’s chest.

The man drew back with a hurt expression on his face.

“He is not a hugger,” Celina patted the guide on the shoulder in a reassuring manner.

“But is this not the preferred greeting of your world. It is for most. The embrace of open arms shows one they have nothing to hide. If your hands are open you can not attack,” he said stepping to the side slightly to embrace Celina is a hug. Not knowing what to do she patted the man a bit awkwardly on the back wrinkling up her nose. “See we are not family,” he moved back two more steps and looked at Jack again as if offering him a second chance.

“Smells like my Uncle Jorge,” she whispered under her breath to Jack before looking at the man standing before them with his arms open.

“Again not a hugger,” she pointed to the man and then Jack shaking her head. She tried to hide the smirk on her face at the man thinking if your hands were open and free of a weapon you could not attack. With the self-defense skills of the group before them, Jack could move through the group with the speed of the Flash and John Wick them all in under ten seconds but why take away their little slide of happiness and security.

“Don’t worry but can you tell me more of why you think Saint Alexius and Saint Anthony sent us to you.” Her tone was soft and gentle because she needed to keep the conversation calm and controlled. She wasn’t worried about offending any. Celina was more worried about the Cesar reference and which Cesar the guide had in mind.

“Lord not more saints, it’s like ancient greek mythology expect you guys have more Saints than they did. You know the other Chrisitan sects just stick with Jesus and God, but no you Catholics had to get fancy with your Saint naming.” Ardashir said with a roll of his eyes.

While she understood exactly what Jack said and agreed years of mass made her perform the holy trinity as if to ward off evil.

“Saint Alexius is the patron saint of vacations and Saint Anthony is the patron saint of lost things,” Celina explained still not making the connection between why they were calling her and Jack saviors, religions were being mixed, and how her brother fit into all of this. Her only saving grace was that Jack was Muslim and while he knew a lot about her religion, it was just cursory knowledge at this point. This precious fact was giving her more time to figure out what was going on than Jack which might just allow her mother to see her youngest son again.

“Of course they are,” Jack said plainly as he looked around trying to see more about this place. If he wanted to get away he needed to be aware of his surroundings.

To try and play it off she took a small step to the side and cocked an eyebrow at him as she spoke. “Just don’t want to get struck by the lightning when it comes down,” she finished her statement with a wink before continuing her conversation with the guide and Jack. “We were talking about St. Alexis and Anthony,” she tried to get them back on track.

“Yes and the great missionary Cesar foretold us of this glorious day. He said that he would scour the heavens and bring to us the chosen people,” the guide smiled happily at them and gestured slightly in an encouraging manner as if she and Jack were idiots.

Celina

“Did Cesar also ask about his best friend Brutus? Ends great that story… where is Cesar… and why are we here?” Jack demanded as he didn’t budge from where he was.

Creed, XO

Celina opened her mouth and rapidly and shut it realizing she and Jack were on two pages. Letting a small cough escape her mouth she forced it a bit more until her throat became dry allowing the coughs to appear more natural. “I think it is the dust,” she made a fist bringing it to her lips. She needed a way to talk to the guide alone but Jack was never going to let her just roam the camp alone. It was not that Jack would be scared they would hurt her. Jack would be more concerned about them trying to convert her. Either way, she had to find a way to get the guide alone.

“Take a seat at the fire while I take care of your wife that is not a wife but feels like one,” he replied to Jack.

“Oh…kay?” Jack said as he looked over at Celina with a small shrug. He wasn’t certain what was going on but part of him wanted to trust these people to some extent. They seemed kind, but also a few coconuts short of a harvest.

“What exactly are we doing here?” Jack asked as he looked at the group, wanting to know just what Cesar promised them. “Cause if ol’ Cesar said we are the chosen, he may have been playing an angle… or trying to get you to buy into a timeshare in Fugi… no not Fiji but Fugi… don’t ask.” Jack said with a deep sigh. Cesar had been trying to get them to go on a vacation to ‘Planet Fugi’ where he promised pleasures beyond anything Risa could offer. In the end, it turned out to be a mud farm that had aerosolized LSD in the air that made people trip and think they were somewhere else.

“Huh,” she wrinkled up her nose and for a split second forgot to cough. The fire was only five feet from the cistern so hopefully, Jack would sit and Celina could straighten out the whole Cesar story before Jack realized they were not talking about Romans.

“Come come to the water,” he said leading Celina towards the large cistern in a corner of the camp by the fire. “You must be parched,” he replied dipping a wooden cup into the depths of the container and pulling out a sip of water.

“God I hope this is not Kool aid,” she mumbled to herself as she drank the water.

Celina Rodriguez CTO

Jack slinked behind not wanting to keep her with a sharp eye as Celina got the cup as he looked back and forth between everyone here. His instinct was somewhere between learn more and blast them. Still, water couldn’t hurt… at least Jack assumed as much. “Remember, it’s not the kool-aid that kills you but the cyanide,” Jack said with a smirk, but feeling uneasy at all, as he came up behind them. He looked over at Celina nodding, he had no intention to wait behind but knew he could give her some space.

“I’ll just be right over here… getting my own water,” he said as he let her talk to the man as he gave himself an out to be near.

Creed, XO

“No no no stay. I will get you some. Veat veat,” the guide said snapping his fingers. The word must have been a command of some sort because instantly someone brandished a cup of liquid for Jack. “Besides we don’t have time. The boat will be coming for you and you must be ready,” he said raising his own cup to Jack and Celina in what appeared to be a toast.

Looking down at the drink Jack began sniffing it as he looked over at Celina with a shrug as he began drinking small sips. He didn’t think these people were going to try and kill him, but something made him feel wary all the same. He didn’t know for certain just how much he trusted any of the people here for certain.

Hesitantly Celina raised her cup and said under her breath and through a smile to Jack,”why are they toasting us and why do they think we are sailors? I mean you are a desert people,” she winked at her fiance.

“You do know I grew up in Tampa right? I left Tehran when I was six. I learned how to surf and hung out on beaches… my first date was on a boat in the gulf for Christ sake.” he said as he looked over at her with a shake of his head. “You know this… don’t you?” Jack sometimes wondered just how much he had told her at times, they had been a whirlwind between the two and some details just slipped.

Raising his hands, the guide began to chant something in the native tongue. It sounded vague Eastern Orthodox in its rhyme and cadence especially when the people in the group replied back in a soft trilling song line response. Several of the members of the village bowed while others kneeled. There seemed to be no rhyme or reason to the act being performed around them. It had a sloppy elegance as if they were rehearsing for a play where everyone knew what they were supposed to be doing yet no one was in a rhythm.

Jack felt a little like his head had begun to spin, he wasn’t certain if it was the air or what but as he sat around these people he looked over at Celina as he felt a sense of auras and circles all around him. “What… what is going on love?” he asked her softly as he looked over at the others.

Leaning towards Jack, a pretty brunette began to translate. “We are thanking you for coming. You will save us from the Ghost crabs. You will restore balance. The trade will resume as if there was never a dispute. We will all live out our lives in peace and then you can leave,” she beamed up at Jack as if he was a hero.

“Gho.... st crabs?” Jack said as he felt his mind blurring as these crazy people began to talk about Ghost craps and balance. What was going on with these people./

“So was it stated. Now it will be done,” the group responded in unison before breaking up and heading in all directions.

“Please,” the guide gestured immediately to a tent on the right. “You need to be rested for your journey. We have given you the best tent in the village. Please,” he drew back a flap of fabric ushering Celina and Jack towards the entrance. “Please rest and we will have some refreshments prepared.”

Celina Rodriguez CTO

Jack felt his head spinning but nodded as he took Celina’s hand. The two began to leave together as he got into the tent as he tried to keep his mind sharp. “What is going on with this place?” he asked her softly.

Creed, XO


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