In the Village...Part One

Who: Peter & Kevn
Where: A Welsh Moon
When: As Blue Midget approaches New Wales
Blue Midget 1 hurtled through the ether of deep space, its
destination - the planet New Wales. Two of Blue Dwarf's junior
officers were aboard, the pilot Peter Marwood and the Technician
Kevn Fenard. They had just managed to escape a barrage of laser fire
from a fleet of disgruntled French men. Both were sat in the cramped
cockpit. Blue Midget's were designed to only have a cockpit, so the
two crates of weapons were cramped in there awkwardly with them.
"Well, looks like the French aren't following us anymore, looks like
we're in the clear" said Kevn, looking at the radar screen.
"Hang on, we're picking up a transmission from the planet. It's for
all approaching ships." said Peter, looking down at the console. One
of the small screens next to Peter crackled into life. A large
middle aged man with a thick brown beard and very little hair was
sat in what appeared to be an air traffic control centre. From the
man's distant look, Peter could tell it was a recording.
"This is New Wales Air Traffic Control to all incoming flights, due
to the recent JMC attacks here, Only Welsh ships will be allowed to
land. Any JMC Vessels that attempt to enter Welsh Air Space will be
destroyed. Have a Nice Day." said the man, before the screen went
blank.
"Looks like Captain Jed won't be getting his money" said Kevn.
"Well, it did say it would only allow Welsh ships to land" replied
Peter, a plan forming in his mind.
"But we're not Welsh" Kevn pointed out.
"Ah! But we could be" smiled Peter enigmatically, programming a new
course into the Navi-Comp.
"What are you doing?, we're heading away from New Wales" said Kevn,
slightly alarmed.
"I've set a course for New Portmeirion, New Wales Moon. We can dock
at the outpost there and pick up a few supplies." said Peter, as
Blue Midget 1 headed on its new heading of New Portmeirion.
About 45 Minutes later, the Blue Midget touched down on New
Portmeirion and Peter & Kevn disembarked the tiny shuttle. They took
in the planetoid, with it's thin atmosphere, and looked upon the
small settlement there. The town seem to consist of a generic "dark"
bar, probably filled with old astro's, talking tales of the
Inquisitor and other space myths round the glow of the lamp and a
glass of meths. There was also a space supply depot, filled with
fuel, tinned food, blankets and other stuff; there was also a small
McDonald's bar on the planetoid. They got everywhere nowadays.
"What are they?" asked Kevn, scanning the horizon.
Peter turned and looked, there was a herd of giant, white balloon
creatures rolling across the distant horizon with a roaring sound.
Almost elegant in their balloon like appearance.
"Rovers" was all Peter could say, and with that made his way down to
the depot with Kevn in tow. They entered the store to find a man, of
about thirty standing behind a counter. The man was elegantly
dressed for this part of the galaxy; he was wearing tan slacks,
black plimsolls, a black polo neck jumper and a black blazer with a
white pipe trim.
"Number" said the man
"Eh?" said Peter
"What is your number, without your number I cannot service you" said
the man, slightly irritated by the pilot's confusion."
"I am not a number! I am a free man!" blurted out Peter, already
exasperated by the man, who just smiled to himself, happy to get a
reaction out of Peter.
"Good. Now what can I do you for?" he asked the two crewmen.
"We need six cans of red & black paint, and some dragon stencils"
said Peter, seeing the items he needed behind the man on the shelf.
"Six of One, half a dozen of the other, eh?" laughed the man,
collecting the items from the storage cabinet. "That'll be 20 Units,
sir" he said.
"Do you take Maestro Card?" asked Peter, taking his credit card out
of his wallet.
"Of course" said the man, taking his card and swiping it on the
register.
"Thanks" mumbled Peter, placing his newly bought items into a
plastic carrier bag.
"Be seeing you!" said the man, making a small salute with his thumb
and index finger pressed to his eyebrow. Peter made a bad attempt at
returning the salute, before exiting the shop. As he was leaving,
the man started to whistle. He was whistling "Dem Bones".
Peter found Kevn having a cigarette outside. He placed his bag on
the ground, took out his packet of Silk Cuts and placed one in his
mouth.
"Got a light?" he asked Kevn
Kevn reached into his pocket and fished out a cheap plastic lighter.
Peter lit up and took a large drag from the cigarette.
"So, what's the plan?" inquired Kevn, "They said only welsh ships
could get in."
"Oh, we'll get in" said Peter, taking a last drag on his fag.
"How?" asked the Technician, finishing his cigarette too.
"Well, let me tell you.." said Peter, as they made their way back to
Blue Midget.
(OOC: Kevn, Don't continue this - I have a plan ready for my next
post. And for those of you who don't understand the reference to
Portmeirion, the Rover's and the man in the shop, It's a reference
to the cult 60's TV show "The Prisoner", Portmeirion was the weird
welsh resort where they filmed the show, `Rover' was the white
sphere that protected the village from any people who tried to
escape, and the man in the shop is the main character `No.6', played
by Patrick McGoohan."