Ahh...relief.

Who: Davie, and Sgt. Wilson
Where: Deck 13
When: Just after the Captain received her "anonymous gift"
Davie stepped out of the elevator and peered over the side of the
cat walk to see Justin leading the heard of Govines away. Davie was
about to join him when the elevator re-opened behind him, and out
stepped two Deck 13 security officers dragging along a man in a security
Sergeant's uniform. To Davie, the man looked uncannily familiar. He
quickly studied him features, and noticed a small, fresh looking scar on
his forehead above his right eye. Davie thought hard, trying to remember
where he had seen him before. He looked back up at the man as the guards
began to lead him down catwalk towards a cell. The man craned his neck
around, looking at Davie with the same look, and then his face lit up
and he smiled.
At that moment Davie too remembered him as the same Sgt. whom he had
helped in the corridor on N Deck during the Space Corp. marine's
invasion a few months ago. Davie stood and watched as the guards roughly
threw him into the cell. They spoke for a moment, and then one of them
turned and left. Davie stood near the elevator, thinking up the
possibilities of how he could help. He turned and walked briskly over
towards the guard standing outside the Sgt.'s cell. "Excuse me,
sir?" said Davie, letting a look of confusion spread over his face.
"Yes?"
"I'm kind of new to the prison level, and I…I…"
Davie leaned closer to the guard, lowering his voice to a whisper,
"need to do something personal. Could you point me towards the
men's room?"
"Why certainly!" exclaimed the guard, turning and pointing
down the corridor at the end of the cat walk. He motioned with his hand,
facing away from Davie. "You head down the corridor, take the first
left, then turn left again and it will almost be like you're coming
back."
"Okay," said Davie, jutting his arm out in the manner as the
guard, "so, I go down the corridor, left, and then left again, and
it will seem like I'm coming back!!" shouted Davie as he swung
his elbow backwards into the guards jaw, knocking him unconscious. He
reached down and pulled the guards keys from his belt. He opened the
cell door and saw the Sgt. sitting propped up against the wall. "Hey
Sarge! Who'd you piss off this time?"
"Well, it's nice to see you too."
Davie grabbed a hold of the guard's unconscious body and drug
him inside the cell. "So what're you in for?" asked Davie,
starting to remove his clothes. "Mutiny. What are you doing?"
"Taking his clothes off."
"Why?
"For you to wear during the escape."
"Oh." replied the Sgt., and began taking off his own
uniform. He dressed himself in the guards clothing and gear, checking
his new found weapons and ammo. "You look rather good in that."
said Davie as he handcuffed an all but naked prison guard to the bunk
bed. "So what's the plan then?" asked the Sgt.
"Okay; get out of prison, get to flight deck 1 somehow,
apparently that's resistance HQ, and finally, take the fight the
JMC."
"Okay then."
"By the way, my name is Davie Jones."
"Timothy Wilson, formerly Sgt Wilson."
"Pleased to meet you Tim!"
They shook hands and turned to leave, Tim locking the door to the
cell. The two turned for the elevator to take them to the flight deck.
"Wait a second."
"What?"
"You head to the flight deck, I have to stop by my
quarters."
"Alright, be careful Davie."
"You too Tim Tim."
Tim glanced at him thankfully as Davie stepped into the adjoining
lift.
<TBC>
<OOC – Say hello to Sgt. Wilson!>