DethloveKlok

Judy and Toki were hustled to the infirmary after Nathan discovered she'd been hurt, and he proceeded to have one 'big hairy conniption fit' as Judy characterized it. Chairs and anything not bolted down, along with other curses and invective, flew as he vented his outrage that some insane broad stabbed his little girl etc etc. Throughout the fireworks Ofdensen sat, his lips a thin hard line across his face, and didn't even flinch.

"The ADK's are firing rockets at us!," pronounced Katrina at a computer console. "Evasive maneuvers, NOW!," she commanded the pilots. "Get us back to Earth, pronto!" That was the source of the bumpy ride, it seems. Ofdensen called up the defense schematics and set loose missles of their own at their attackers, who were in the VIP fan shuttle.

"They're utilizing some sort of weaponry they've brought on board with them," Ofdensen says dryly. "Get the rest of the fans to safety, Katrina."

"Already done it, Charles m'boy. Hey...wait a minute," interjects Katrina. "Can we get control of those Russian lasers?"

"With a manuel override," Ofdensen answers, glancing at the tall, slender woman intent at her screen. "But they're moving pretty fast."

"Get me control and I'll worry about them."

Shrugging, the manager acquiesces and hands over the controls to her. Down below on the Moon's surface the huge lasers stirred back to life, swung about and let forth their deadly beams. The ADK's noticed the new element and took evasive action, pelting the DethRocket with more ballistics. Katrina swung the lasers around again and sliced the tail end off the shuttle, sending the craft careening out of control. The guys cheered, Nathan asking her "How'd you get 'em? They were fast."

"I play a lot of video games with my son. He loves them," she replied.

"You have a son?," Nathan's mouth dropped open.

"Yeah, his name is Sam, he's ten. If we get out of this alive I want you to meet him."

"I didn't know you had a kid. How old are you?," Nathan asks.

"Don't you know you never ask a lady her age? I'm 32, Mr. Nosypants," she pertly responds. "You never asked about my life."


Toki opened his large blue eyes and blinked against the harsh clinical light. He felt light-headed and was a bit disoriented at first, then realized he was at sick bay. A youthful face bent over him, grinning. "Judys!," he exclaims. "Whats happeneds?"

"You got sprayed with that Cupid's Dust," she answered him. "Then you went crazy and talked all sorts of shit. Well, crazier than usual."

"I still feels a little weirds," Toki said. "But better now. Are you okays? You was bleedings!"

"Yeah, they sewed my arm up and gave me some painkillers so I'm good."

"Uugh they gots me in ones of those hospital gown," the rhythm guitarist wrinkles his nose. "Now my butss hang out!," he got up and demonstrated, waggling his butt at her.

"Oh mah God, Toki," she laughted, a bit embarrassed.

"Moiderface would like this, it's freeballing to de max," he chuckles.

A nurse walks in, intending to check on the patient to see said patient wiggling his bare posterior at Judy. "Oh, hi there," the teen says sheepishly. "Toki, stop that!"

"Huh? Oh," he whirls around quickly, blushing.

"It looks like Mr. Wartooth is feeling better," the Nurse observes, directing him to sit down so she could check his vitals.

"My butts is gettings cold," he complains. "And I wants a lollipops."

"We'll bring your clothes to you very soon, Mr. Wartooth," the nurse explains to him. "You didn't get as big a dose as Mr. Ofdensen did, and it seems like your signs are nearly normal. Just wait right here and I'll get the doctor to sign off on your chart."

"I don't likes this thing," he squirmed in the gown. "Boy, I really hates it. Mights as wells be nekkids in dis thing!" Without further ado he shucks it off and pokes around the room for something else to put on. He unrolled the paper on the examination table and wrapped it around himself.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?," Judy squealed at him, horrified. "That stuffy nurse is gonna thing you're crazy then you'll never be outta the hospital! Stop that!"

"Chills out, Judys," he tells her. "You sees me in the hot tubs all ze time!" He posed with the paper wrapped around his middle, looking like a wrinkled diaper/loin cloth thing.

Yes but not like this, she says to herself. He looked totally comical and ridiculous and hot and seductive and childlike and careless all at the same time. My Lord, she went on, he's fuckin' ripped. Oh boy, he was completely clueless how chiselled and delicous he was! She wondered if she'd got hold of some Cupid's Dust, and her cheeks reddened. She never thought it could possibly be adolescent hormones. "Put that gown back on!," she commanded in a Nathanesque growl.

He turned to her with a hurt expression on his face. "Everyone's mads at me todays," he pouted. "What the fucks. I just tries to has good time. You always laughs before."

"Ohh, Toki, no. I didn't mean it that way. It's just that...if you don't put something on right now I think I...might just molest you." She blushed furiously.

He blinked at her. "Really?," he said, just like a puppy dog that'd been invited to play in the yard. "You think I'm....um, how you says it? Hot?" That was a new concept to him. Mostly groupies and models passed him over for Skwisgaar or hell, any of the other guys, thinking he was crazy, too eccentric, retarded, or all of the above. Occasionally one would deign to talk to him, then enjoy some fun in the sheets, but never wanted to hang out, pal around, play video games, or talk about anything fun with him. And none of them ever told him they thought he was sexy.

"No no no, you stay over there, mister," she backed away from him. He advanced on her, grinning. "This isn't the place--"

"You means it? You think I'm--" and then he let fly with a cascade of Norwegian which she didn't understand, some of it possibly obscene.

"Toki, shut up. Dammit shut yer pie hole!," and she gave up all hope of control and brought her lips to his, enjoying the tingle it gave her right down to her toes. Her legs felt like jelly and her heart was thudding in her ribcage so fast...she pulled him to her. He smiled and said something else to her, softly and in Norwegian.

"I told you to shut up."

A few minutes later the nurse, carrying the charts and a bag of Toki's effects, entered the room, and was too shocked to utter a sound. She saw Toki's rear again, only this time around his waist two muscular, well-shaped female legs were wrapped. Wow. Right there on the examination table. Well, the nurse thought, guess he doesn't need these right now--she put the chart and clothes and lollipop on the nearest counter and let herself quietly out of the room. Was that LAUGHING she was hearing? They were talking and laughing...and having sex...and arguing all at once. She could hear Toki speaking in a different language and the girl telling him to shut up. That's it, she said to herself. She's getting out of nursing and taking up gardening!