Far From Home: The Complete Second Series (Far From Home 13-15) Read Online Free
Author: Tony Healey
suitable retort the Texan had stuffed a forkful of salad into his mouth and proceeded to chew, his mouth slapping back and forth in a comedic manner.
And then, all she could do was laugh at him.
8.
"I don't know how we all got off the ship at once," Lisa Chang said as Kyle Banks got another round in. Crew from the Defiant had flooded into Mickey's, and the atmosphere was familiar and friendly. There was a good vibe in there, though the takeover probably hadn't gone down so well with the station regulars looking for a quiet drink that evening.
"Don't be such a misog," Banks said and shoved another shot at the Lieutenant. "Here, drink up."
Chang rolled her eyes, but downed the shot without hesitation. The liquor burned her throat and made her gasp. She slammed the shot glass down on the counter, much to Banks's surprise.
"Feisty," he said with a smirk and ordered another round.
"Hey," a familiar voice said from behind. Chang turned around to find Olivia Rayne there at the bar.
"Oh, hey you," Chang said and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Did you just get here?"
Olivia nodded. "Just got let out, you mean," she said. "Released for good behaviour."
The music playing over the speakers in Mickey's changed to a slow, thumping synthpop. The bass resonated so deep it made the back of Chang's throat vibrate.
"Drink?" Banks asked her, his voice raised over the din.
"Ooh, yes please," Olivia said.
Chang shook her head. "Don't let him corrupt you."
Rayne ducked in for another kiss, and as the two parted Rayne licked her top lip. "By the taste of it, you've already been corrupted."
Lisa chuckled.
Banks handed them both shots, and the three of them downed the drinks together, gasping at the end.
Olivia held her throat. "What the hell was that ?"
"Ouch!" Lieutenant Banks exclaimed. He signalled the bartender. "Three more and keep 'em coming!"
*
Dr. Clayton waited as the passengers filed onto the station from the recently docked transport. He checked his watch – an old fashioned timepiece his Father had given him when he was a boy – and noted that the merchant was late.
Then he saw him. Trundling along on a set of slippery tentacles, the Bejugit glanced around before it noticed him standing there. Clayton had had dealings with the same man (if he could be called a man) several times over the years and he knew him to be trustworthy. Before it had only been the simple matter of getting hold of restricted brandy – not exactly hardcore illegal by any means. The good Doctor happened to be partial to a nip of Veluzevaran brandy from time to time, and the only way to get hold of some was to have it shipped – by hand – from one end of the galaxy to the other. However, it was worth it.
Another time the Bejugit, who operated by the name of Landell, had transported a crate of very rare medical books from the early colonial period. There was much to be learned from those first settlers of the outer rim systems.
Landell didn't come cheap. But this time the Union were footing the bill, much to Clayton's surprise. Grimshaw himself had signed off on it.
"Landell my friend," Clayton said in greeting.
The Bejugit shook his hand. "Doctor. A pleasure seeing you again."
"Is this mine?" Clayton asked, looking down at the metal case in the alien's other hand.
Landell smiled, showing his small, sharp teeth. "Indeed."
"Do you have time for a drink?" Clayton asked him.
"I'm afraid not," Landell said. "I have an item to collect from a client aboard this station, and then I must catch the next departure."
He handed Clayton the case. "Thanks," the Doctor said. He popped it open quickly to check that it did contain what it was meant to.
People filed past them, on their way to and fro all areas of the station.
"All there. As you asked. Very peculiar. You couldn't have a Union ship bring that here?"
Clayton shook his head. "No. What with the upheaval following the war, they've put a cap on that sort of thing. I had to get a
And then, all she could do was laugh at him.
8.
"I don't know how we all got off the ship at once," Lisa Chang said as Kyle Banks got another round in. Crew from the Defiant had flooded into Mickey's, and the atmosphere was familiar and friendly. There was a good vibe in there, though the takeover probably hadn't gone down so well with the station regulars looking for a quiet drink that evening.
"Don't be such a misog," Banks said and shoved another shot at the Lieutenant. "Here, drink up."
Chang rolled her eyes, but downed the shot without hesitation. The liquor burned her throat and made her gasp. She slammed the shot glass down on the counter, much to Banks's surprise.
"Feisty," he said with a smirk and ordered another round.
"Hey," a familiar voice said from behind. Chang turned around to find Olivia Rayne there at the bar.
"Oh, hey you," Chang said and pulled her in for a quick kiss. "Did you just get here?"
Olivia nodded. "Just got let out, you mean," she said. "Released for good behaviour."
The music playing over the speakers in Mickey's changed to a slow, thumping synthpop. The bass resonated so deep it made the back of Chang's throat vibrate.
"Drink?" Banks asked her, his voice raised over the din.
"Ooh, yes please," Olivia said.
Chang shook her head. "Don't let him corrupt you."
Rayne ducked in for another kiss, and as the two parted Rayne licked her top lip. "By the taste of it, you've already been corrupted."
Lisa chuckled.
Banks handed them both shots, and the three of them downed the drinks together, gasping at the end.
Olivia held her throat. "What the hell was that ?"
"Ouch!" Lieutenant Banks exclaimed. He signalled the bartender. "Three more and keep 'em coming!"
*
Dr. Clayton waited as the passengers filed onto the station from the recently docked transport. He checked his watch – an old fashioned timepiece his Father had given him when he was a boy – and noted that the merchant was late.
Then he saw him. Trundling along on a set of slippery tentacles, the Bejugit glanced around before it noticed him standing there. Clayton had had dealings with the same man (if he could be called a man) several times over the years and he knew him to be trustworthy. Before it had only been the simple matter of getting hold of restricted brandy – not exactly hardcore illegal by any means. The good Doctor happened to be partial to a nip of Veluzevaran brandy from time to time, and the only way to get hold of some was to have it shipped – by hand – from one end of the galaxy to the other. However, it was worth it.
Another time the Bejugit, who operated by the name of Landell, had transported a crate of very rare medical books from the early colonial period. There was much to be learned from those first settlers of the outer rim systems.
Landell didn't come cheap. But this time the Union were footing the bill, much to Clayton's surprise. Grimshaw himself had signed off on it.
"Landell my friend," Clayton said in greeting.
The Bejugit shook his hand. "Doctor. A pleasure seeing you again."
"Is this mine?" Clayton asked, looking down at the metal case in the alien's other hand.
Landell smiled, showing his small, sharp teeth. "Indeed."
"Do you have time for a drink?" Clayton asked him.
"I'm afraid not," Landell said. "I have an item to collect from a client aboard this station, and then I must catch the next departure."
He handed Clayton the case. "Thanks," the Doctor said. He popped it open quickly to check that it did contain what it was meant to.
People filed past them, on their way to and fro all areas of the station.
"All there. As you asked. Very peculiar. You couldn't have a Union ship bring that here?"
Clayton shook his head. "No. What with the upheaval following the war, they've put a cap on that sort of thing. I had to get a
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