Nip In The Bud 2

This follows on from Nip In The Bud and comes courtesy of kunama_wolf and the number three.

The team from the Directorate of Public Health and Safety had their equipment set up and in place before the Illusian Sun reached orbit. Even if you knew it was there, it just looked like part of the standard scanning equipment used across human-frequented space for detecting bodily smuggled goods, communicable diseases and controlled substances. It was the same equipment, just more sensitive than the standard equipment and calibrated slightly differently.

It was, in fact the trigger of a trap and it was set up to cover everything and everyone that left the ship, be it crew, passenger or cargo .

The light skirmishers covered the personnel side of things while the girl with the heavy weapons, the Scryer and the Cybertech covered the cargo area. The light skirmishers had tranquilizers. The others didn’t.

The Colonial Manager asked the obermaaster, “Why tranquilizers?”

“We don’t believe that any thralls boarded the ship at Aled and it’s been too short a time for any thralls they made en route to have developed permanent brain chemistry changes. Anyone aboard who’s been converted should still be recoverable,” answered Obermaaster Felidas.

Colonial Manager Reebz echoed weakly, “Should still be recoverable?”

“Yes. If we’re right that no thralls boarded the ship at Aled and assuming they had no reason to make, oh, heavy combat thralls.”

Reminder - December 2014 Prompt Call

Just a reminder that I have an open prompt call that's not due to finish for a few days yet.

Also I have written all to the wonderful prompts I've received and now I'm promptless.

Please prompt!

The Flashy One

This was written to an over-the-shoulder prompt from The Offspring, to whit "The hero who likes being flashy."

“Sequins, darling. Lots and lots of sequins.” Madam Zerefna shuddered artistically. “I have no idea where they get these people from. I had to go and have a quiet lie down just from looking at him.”

“I would have thought that was from the stress of being robbed by gun-toting bandits,” commented her friend, Madam Garner.

“Oh no, they were perfectly nice,” dismissed Madam Zerefna. “Aside from the guns, of course. Nice well cut suits, lovely manners and you could tell they’d not only had elocution lessons but had worked hard at improving their accents.” She sipped at her tea. “I could barely tell that they were from the western end of the state.”

“Well, they do say that The Black Spike likes his minions to be well turned out, even the ones without powers.” Madam Garner selected a sweet biscuit.

“They could certainly dance better than that sequin-wearing eyesore of a hero.” Madam Zerefna sighed and added, “Really, if he dances that badly he shouldn’t go around challenging people to a dance off, even if he does provide his own sound track.”

“Well they say that Pulverisor used to supply his own commentary in the third person, so it could have been worse,” offered her friend.

“Or he could have been wearing a cape, with more sequins,” agreed Madam Zerefna. “I thought it was all over when Nerada and Flashnet jumped them from behind but then sequin boy offered to sing.”

“Oh?”

“His team mates told him not to. They were so right – he can’t.”