In the Village...Part 2

Who: Peter & Kevn
Where: New Portmeirion
When: Two hours after landing
Peter and Kevn stood back and looked upon the craft they had just
the best part of two hours repainting and rewiring. What was once a
standard issue, run of the mill Blue Midget was now a red Dragon
covered "Red Midget". They had also rewired the internal computer to
translate their words into Welsh and broadcast a Welsh permission
code they had obtained from one of the local "experts".
Kevn looked at Peter "Are you sure this is going to work?" he asked
the Pilot.
"Of course it'll work, have some faith." Said Peter, praying to God
it would.
"Well, in that case, perhaps we should be going. We've got about two
hours to get down, trade the weapons, grab the cash and hightail it
back to Blue Dwarf. Easy" smirked the Technician. "Come on, lets go."
The two of them climbed into the tiny craft. As they moved slowly up
into the ether of space, Peter could see the store clerk riding an
antique penny-farthing bike along the grey surface of the planet.
Something still bothered him about that man, he reminded him of
someone, his name was on the tip of his tongue. And then it came to
him; "John Drake" he murmured to himself, before the Prisoner of the
moon was lost as the ship left the moon's atmosphere, and headed
down to the green-looking planet beneath.
"This is New Wales Air Space Control, submit ID Code, ship
registration and cargo." buzzed a feminine welsh voice over Red
Midget's radio system.
"This is independent cargo ship Red Midget, transmitting our ID
codes now." said Peter into the microphone. He keyed in their codes
and transmitted them down to the planet.
"Thank you Red Midget, now state your crew and cargo." came the
Welsh voice again.
"Two crew, We've just got small trinkets to trade with a local
dealership" said Peter, hoping they believed his lie.
"Ok. You have permission to land in area 7, welcome to New Wales."
came the reply.
Red Midget landed in the dark, dank bay which was Area-7, they
quickly unloaded their cargo and exited the spaceport.
"That was a little too easy don't ya think?" asked Kevn, once they
had cleared the landing area.
"Don't jinx it" Peter whispered back.
Twenty Minutes later they were at their rendezvous point with their
Welsh Contact, they were on the outskirts of the small spaceport
town of New Rhyll. They were in a field and it was growing dark.
Peter and Kevn were sat on the crates going twosies on a cigarette.
"So what your saying is, that Elvis staged his own death to fight
vampires?" Kevn asked Peter, passing the cigarette back to Peter.
"Yeah, that's why he spent two years training in India, learning
martial arts and all that jazz."
"Right" was all Kevn could say, all the while wondering who had let
Peter out of the Psych Ward.
A Bright light suddenly hit them, they looked up and saw what
appeared to be a camouflaged shuttle landing. A solitary figure
exited and made his way over to the two startled Space Corps
Officers.
"Are you Calvert's men?" he asked in a deep, husky welsh voice.
"You could say that, yeah" Kevn retorted nervously. This guy was the
sort of man who could knock twelve types of crap out of them without
even moving a finger.
"We have the items your Captain Calvert requested, do you have our
merchandise?" he asked, his deep voice causing the ground to rumble
slightly.
"Here, two crates of the finest weapons this side of Neptune" smiled
Peter, putting on his best showmanship personality. The burly man
checked the weapons over and smiled eerily back at Peter & Kevn. He
waved to the shuttle, and a young Welshman with a shock of blond
hair wheeled a large crate down the embarkation ramp.
"Here is the merchandise for the Captain, I hope he enjoys." said
the senior Welshman, as he headed back to his craft, leaving Peter
and Kevn with a crate of unknown substance. The shuttlecraft leapt
into the sky and sped off, leaving the two displaced crewmen in the
dusk.
"Well, that was weird" said Kevn eventually. "Come on, let's get
back to the Midget". And they wheeled the crate off back to the
spaceport. When they arrived, they loaded the crate onto Red Midget,
and retired to the Spaceport's branch of McDonalds, to get some food.
"You know what's bothering me about that crate" Peter questioned the
technician, taking a bite of his burger.
"What?" asked Kevn, equally eating his McDonalds Happy Meal.
"It had `This Way Up' printed on the side, I wonder what it could
be? But whatever it is, I can't wait to find out!"
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