EPISODE CCVI - CHANDLER AND MONICA MISTAKENLY EAT A HOMELESS PERSON
Liz ducked into a doorway as power was restored. She hadn't seen a soul since she'd left the brutish security guard hog tied in the ship's jail, but you could never be too careful.
She tiptoed out of her hiding place, and slid quietly along the wall toward where, she assumed, the steering mechanism was.
She'd been on boats before in her youth, before her parents had been trampled to death in a stampede of caribou, forcing her to fend for herself, and ultimately ushering her into the criminal lifestyle she now
embraced. Her father had patiently explained how the rudder worked to control the direction of the ship, and Liz believed that if she could just get to the rudder, she might gain control of the vessel.
As she pondered this, she became aware of footsteps moving rapidly toward her. Were they already aware of her escape?!? She threw herself against the wall, moved her hand within inches of the splazer
secured to her belt, and prepared to draw.
The crewman turned the corner and came face to face with the muzzle of her weapon. She smiled, enjoying the irony of the moment. Before her stood the one man that could match her gun slinging prowess,
the man that had shot her own bullet out of the air, and helped to bring her here.
"Well, well, well", she cooed, as she began a slow, predatory circle around him, "if it ain't Marshal VanTedly."
"It's actually, Ensign VanTedly", he corrected quietly, rubbing at his eyes.
"Are you crying?", Liz asked incredulously.
"No", VanTedly sniffed defensively. "I've just got allergies!"
"Right", Lightnin' chided, smiling wickedly. "Tell ya' what. I'll holster my gun, so's you and I can shoot this out like civilized folk."
"I don't want to fight you", the Ensign countered.
"You ain't got no choice", Liz replied, returning the splazer to her holster. She backed away slowly, eyeing the ensign darkly, her hands drifting inches from her belt.
