Topic: Jerrix 76/7
Joined Tue 09/06/11
Jerrix Tau dragged the lifeless body of Yoland into the craft, watching as the door slid shut. He scrambled across the pale blue squashy floor, reaching the controls. He stared for a moment at the five-foot high pyramid before activating the galactic map. As it appeared within the globe, which sat atop the pyramid, Jerrix glanced back at the green uniformed body of the former security guard. Her long red hair lay around her lovely features.
“You really don’t think that you can leave me that easily do you?”
He saw the twin points of light flashing and moved to the north face of the console. He gazed at the mass of buttons and tapped the central one. He cursed as the craft juddered violently which told him that the new engines were still running in.
Moments later, Jerrix dashed from his craft and found himself standing outside the white washed entrance of a hospital.
“Perfect landing as usual,” he muttered to himself.
He dashed into the foyer and stopped at the desk of the grubby looking receptionist.
“You must help me mam. My companion needs help right now.”
The receptionist pressed a hidden button, and as if on cue, two attendants appeared carrying a stretcher. He led them back to his ship and removed her laser pistol holster before allowing them to collect the lifeless body. As they carried her inside he hung back, watching as a dark vehicle slowly approached.
Standing on his hind paws and around five foot high, Jerrix Tau gazed down at his blue cloak, admiring the gold throat clasp. He still did not like his white paws, which clashed with the black fur.
“At least my eyes are still yellow,” he muttered to himself.
The approaching vehicle slowed down as it reached his position.
“Whatever is he doing?” the cat muttered.
The rear passenger door was thrown open and two fully armed men sprang out and dragged him inside. As a handgun was pushed into his side, an evil voice hissed, “Don’t even think about it mate.”
Jerrix remained silent, wondering if he would live much longer. The slick interior was rather luxurious for a kidnap, and he concluded that money was behind this operation. The vehicle snaked through the streets until he noticed that they had entered a down sloping ramp. As the car came to a halt, he was tossed out rather unceremoniously.
He scrambled up and the two attackers faced him, their weapons trained upon his chest.
“What is the meaning of this outrage?” Jerrix demanded.
His eyes scanned his dark clad kidnappers as they pushed him across the stone-floored garage area. He was pushed through an old wooden door which he realised was a makeshift cell. As he turned, the door was slammed shut and locked.
“Hey!” he yelled banging uselessly.
He heard the attackers wandering off and looked around his new surroundings.
There was no window or ventilation for that matter. Only a dim light hanging from the ceiling illuminated the cell.
He was rather disappointed to see that no bed had been provided. He thrust a paw into his deep pocket and felt his trusty fork like device. Unfortunately, it was useless in this setting.
He gave the door a rear kick before strutting over to the near corner.
“Nice welcome Jerrix. I wonder what they want with me?”
As this thought passed through his fertile, feline mind, a voice called out, “We are going to bring you out now mate. Don’t think of causing trouble.”
Jerrix remained silent, as the door was unlocked and opened wide. He strolled out slowly as the door was pushed shut. He found himself facing a tall dark skinned man who wore a dark combat outfit. Unlike the kidnappers, he was unarmed.
Jerrix could see that they were alone.
“Where have the thugs gone?” Jerrix demanded.
“Not far my friend,” the tall figure said gently.
“You run this outfit?”
“I certainly do. We need some details from you.”
The cat crossed his paws.
“How seriously injured was your friend?”
“She was dead. That is why I brought her here to the planet of resurrection.”
The figure nodded.
“You hoped our nano technology could restore her to life?”
“Of course,” Jerrix replied. “You are known of across the galaxy.”
“Perhaps for the wrong reasons my friend. You see things have changed around here.”
“To what degree?”
“To the tenth. Since the change in power, committing crime has become compulsory. The innocent are simply done away with.”
“That is monstrous,” the cat replied.
“Everyone who is brought back in that hospital is turned into a pathological killer. Programmed and ordered by the state authorities.”
“So you run a resistance movement,” the cat commented.
“I do. We intend to restore peace and justice to the people.”
“I simply cannot accept your tale,” Jerrix told him. “What real proof have you got?”
The figure smiled slowly.
“Follow your friend tonight and see where she goes and remember what she does.”
Jerrix considered this piece of advice and quickly agreed.
His dark host took his paw.
“I’m Trinity by the way.”
“Jerrix Tau at your service.”
Nightfall came and the cat found himself standing on the far walkway just beyond the hospital entrance. He saw quite a few entering and departing and began to wonder how long it would take. Just after one in the morning, he saw the familiar form of Yoland leaving and resisted the temptation to call out. Trinity had insisted that he leave her to it.
He kept a discreet distance as she walked down the main street. Yoland turned left, making it quite clear that she knew exactly where she was going. Towards the end of the street, Jerrix saw a large wooded park, which Yoland walked into. At the far side stood a large brick structure, with two large columns guarding the main door.
Jerrix ran behind a large old twisted tree and peeked out.
Yoland had reached the dark wooden door and was knocking quite firmly. A few moments passed until an elderly gent answered the clarion call. To the cat’s understandable horror, Yoland suddenly drew out a weapon and shot the man dead.
As he slumped to the ground, she simply turned and walked back towards the hospital from which she had come.
Jerrix watched her go, cursing that he had not attempted to stop the cold-blooded murder. He gazed back towards the road they had come down and saw the dark vehicle seemingly waiting for him.
Shaking his dark furry head, Jerrix padded towards it and quickly climbed inside. He saw Trinity waiting for him in the rear seat.
“I have seen enough,” Jerrix whispered. “She killed him without a qualm. Who was he?”
Trinity looked rather grim.
“That was our former supreme judge. We learned that he had fallen foul of the government just last week.”
“Have you never tried to stop the murders?”
“Of course we have. Six of our men lost their lives trying.”
As Jerrix mulled things over in his mind, Trinity ordered the driver to return them to their base. When they got there, he was led through a second door and into an old storage area.
The two thugs who had kidnapped him were waiting. Trinity introduced the dark clad men.
“This is Roderik and Tamat. Two of my most trusted cohorts.”
Jerrix got a better view of them now. Tamat was brown haired and sported a small beard while Roderik was blonde and clean-shaven. Both men were tall and well built, and certainly looked on the dangerous side.
“Now that you have seen things for yourself,” Trinity said. “Any idea how we deal with it?”
“I think that is obvious,” the cat replied. “We stop this at source.”
“That could be a problem,” Tamat commented. “It is well guarded inside.”
“That does not surprise me one bit,” the cat replied. “I can see no other way you know.”
Roderik shook his head.
“Sounds daft to me mate. We would be cut down within moments.”
Jerrix walked across the floor and turned sharply.
“How about a medical crew. I become the patient while you two take me inside.”
“That might work,” Trinity said cheerfully. “What are you planning?”
Jerrix smiled and whispered, “Just get me inside and then you will see.”
Roderik scratched his head, obviously in deep thought.
“What’s the problem?” Jerrix asked.
“We need a damn ambulance.”
“Let us hijack one then.”
Jerrix glanced from one to the other.
“I don’t think we have any choice,” he muttered.
A short time later, Trinity, Jerrix and the two men were skulking around Drew Street. At one time, this had been the busiest street in the city but tonight, it was as quiet as the grave.
The old deserted nightclubs lay silent as Tamat wandered slowly over to the public phone box.
Trinity glanced at the cat, the pistol hidden beneath her coat.
“I hope you are ready. Once he makes that call, it’s too late to back out.”
“Back out indeed, the cat said indignantly.
Moments later, Tamat ran headlong towards them.
As planned, Trinity lay upon the dark street as a siren approached. The three desperados waited anxiously as the sleek vehicle came into view.
“Wait until they disembark, then we’ll hit them,” Roderik said softly as the vehicle drew to a halt.
As it did so, two white coated medics dived out and ran towards them.
“What’s the trouble,” one of them asked.
Without warning, Trinity sat up and pulling out the pistol fired four times. The medics screamed and rolled to the ground as the bullets hit home.
“Bloody but effective,” Jerrix commented as the two men removed the white coats and put them on.
“Right, you two into the rear,” Tamat said quickly.
Jerrix and Trinity ran to the vehicle and climbed inside, as their cohorts jumped into the cab. They felt it take off quickly and round the corner at high speed.
“I hope we don’t hit anything,” Jerrix commented.
“Don’t you worry,” Trinity said. “They know what they are doing.”
Jerrix now climbed onto the stretcher as Trinity covered him with a sheet. As he lay there, he fumbled inside his cloak, fingers closing upon the fork like device. He sighed with relief as the vehicle drew to a halt.
Edited by tudoravenger on Wed 08/15/12 08:27 AM