Trampship Wars 2

by L. D. Roberts

  Trying to figure out what was wrong with women around him lately. Mark took Jolleen into his arms hugging her for a few second s until he noticed her staring daggers through Kay even if she did r elax a little . “Listen, her father is trying to kill her to now that she has run away from home and turned against the family. Her father and brother had raped her in the past so have a little heart. She had to leave. Tell you what, I will help you clean up the mess.” Mark let her go and then started pushing her down the narrow passageway to the clubhouse section to put some distance between the two girls . Kay pulled the hatch shut behind her them making sure it was locked then followed. Eyeing several long knives hanging on the work bench ’ s back panel amongst the wrenches and other tools . The smell of the powerful cleaning agents thick in the air.

  Kay followed , stopping in the middle of the passageway and watched Mark helping Jolleen scrub the blood off the deck for a few minute s as Jolleen kept staring knives at her. Then taking a deep breath she stepped over, bent down onto her knees and took the scrub brush from Mark. “You go fix your pistol us a couple of weapon s so we can defend ourselves and I will help Jolleen clean.”

  “No, I don’t need your help!” Jolleen spat as she straightened up on her knees and growled still staring at Kay. “ The patr ol took the pistol and knife I think. ” Her face turned worried as she could not remember them taking the knife but figuring they must have. “W hich I don’t want to see ever again. What the hell would you need a weapon for weapon s ? I don’t even want near one. ” Her face turned disgusted.

  “A weapon so you don’t have to allow yourself to get raped before you can kill the ass hole with . I had a knife with a blade long en ough to reach the heart until recently but it takes a lot of practice and training to use it up close without someone taking it from you. ” Kay smiled at Jolleen. “ A pistol will allow us to kill the ass holes before they kill us . A pistol would have kept you from getting raped. ”

  Jolleen frowned and looked down at her scrub brush as she started scrubbing harder. A smile creeping onto her face. “Ya kill the asshole before.” She used her arm to wipe her face and went back to scrubbing harder as Kay started scrubbing beside her just as hard .

  Mark walked back into the shop and started rummaging around in the drawers lining the side under the work bench. Laying pieces of equipment on the counter. “Jolleen’s voice came drifting up the passageway. “I finished cleaning that damn mess up a few days ago Mark . Don’t go scattering everything around again. You use something , you put it back or I will slap your ears back into that ugly head of yours.”

  Mickey let Mark hear what he normally couldn’t have after Jolleen stopped yelling up the passageway .

  “Hey I think his head looks pretty hansom.” Kay said giggling.

  “Ya so do I but don’t ever tell him that. He already has a big enough swelled head.”

  The girls went back to scrubbing for a few minutes as Mark kept looking through drawers and cupboards. Jolleen sniffling and crying a few seconds every so often. Then Kay suddenly stopped scrubbing. “You ever have someone try raping you before? Has Mark ever raped you?” She sounded puzzled.

  “No! I would have cut his balls off if he had even tried. No we kind of played around a few times aaa experimenting I guess when we were younger. But he smells bad really up close after a while and I saw him wrinkling up his nose the last time we tried to play around as soon as I spread my legs. Talking about a big turn off. I don’t know, I just don’t have any desire to do anything like that with him anymore.”

  Tom entered the shop, giving Mark a bad time for a few minutes. Making sure he stayed away from Mark after Jolleen screaming at him the last time he got near . “You want to play a g ame of Repel Pirates?”

  Mark frowned at Tom shaking his head. “Sorry but the Sims are pretty much trash remember? Besides I am busy with a little project trying to turn this torch into a weapon right now.”

  “ Shit . I didn’t think they were that badly damaged but then I was looking at the body and half naked Flats until the patrol dragged me out and up to the security compartment for questioning . Well then , can I help you?”

  “Sure. If I knew what I was doing, but I am still trying to figure that out at the moment. Right now I am just going over possibilities in my head while looking to see what we have in the shop that may work . ”

  . Finally Tom got bored without being able to rough house, with Mark concentrating on other things and then waltzed into the clubhouse section. “ Hey. Talking about stinking. Hey w W hat you guys doing? ” Then his eyes caught the sight of Kay. “ Oooaaaa. I thought you told me to stay away from that bitch?”

  Jolleen looked up at Tom. “Oh shut up and grab a scrub brush and start over there cleaning the bulkhead.” She pointed at the bulkhead in the corner corner where Mark had killed the thug holding a gun to his head .

  “Hey is that is w h ere Mark shot that one guy. Damn he was big.” Looking at Kay. “Mark blew a hole this big in the guy with his torch.” Tom exaggerated the size of the hole with his hands. “I don’t see why Mark thinks he needs a better weapon. That one seems to…” Looking closely at the bulkhead from the corner across toward where the guy came to rest next to the Simms where the girls were scrubbing. “Damn what a mess.”

  “Ya tell us about it. Now get to work. Unless you want to come down here and I will clean the bulkhead.”

  “Aaa, no thanks. That deck really looks gross. I will stick with the blood spray on the bulkhead whatever it is. T t hank you.”

  As Mark worked in the shop, more Club members wondered in. Most had already heard about the incident but were still shocked at the mess as Jolleen put them to work. Some knowing who Kay was and some not.

  By the time Mark walked back into the clubhouse section, the mess was pretty well cleaned up and Kay was sounding like just another member of the Club. Almost family. But then the club was made up of misfits and readily welcomed new misfits whenever they had showed up. Having the club box next to the hatch had made it easier to get to , making the club more popular with several new members and most of them seemed to be there now . Jolleen that had always been the organizer and the oldest next to Mark , being a bit selective in who she let join now. Refusing several that were far from being misfits and were more interested in the cargo boxes and there location than being part of the group. Something that had not been a problem before.

  After using the head again, Mark watched the group finished with the cleaning, trying to put back together the sims and broken furniture. “Ok guys.” Mark did not mak e ing a distinction between the sexes of the group. That had stopped years before. Everyone was just, the guys.

  Smiling at the progress as they turned around to look at Mark. “I found an old torch with the splitter crystal and the reflector ring not worth shit which is why we stopped using it in the first place. But I have taken all that out and added a sight along with a more powerful power pack. The handle now gets damn hot in only a few seconds and would completely burn up if left on in 10 to 15 seconds so I have added a timer s witch to the trigger . It will keep it from putting a hole through the side of the container or even the ship if it is on too long . That is and if it lasted that long. Anyway, now it only shoots for a fraction of a one second before it shuts itself of f . You have to release and pull the trigger again and again after each short One Second shot. Got that. This is for defending the Club house in case someone else decides to break in again. It is powerful enough to cut anyone in half as far as you can see practically, so you have to be careful with it and make sure no one is behind your target. Tomorrow I will take you all out and we can start target practicing with it and practicing safety procedures. You all younger ones will learn about them before you can shoot it. You younger ones will also need to have one of us older kids with you anytime you shoot it.

  Mark looked around at the big eyes staring at him. “Remember. It is only to keep anything like what happened to Jolleen from happening again and it is n
ot a toy. Got that. Anyone playing with it will be banned from even touching it again ever .” A bunch of serious faces looke d at him nodding up and down with their mouths open.

  Mark took a bucket over and sat it in the corner that had just been cleaned up . Telling everyone to move to the other end of the compartment. W w ith only the 3 foot thick inner and outer hulls for the beam to hit behind the bucket beyond the and thin metal side of the container , Mark figured it was the safest place to test it for now .

  Then Mark went over to Jolleen, handed the torch to her and explained the safety and how to use it things about it . “Ok that is the basics. Take a shot at the bucket. It is full of sand. Jolleen pointed the torch pistol it at the bucket, flicked off the safety and pulled the trigger. The beam leapt out of the front of the torch and hit the bucket punching a hole into the sand within. The hot beam melting the surface of the sand sealing the hole leaving a cherry red lit hole for a few seconds.

  Jolleen giggled and started crying as she flicked the safety back on and hugged the old beat up torch. Giving Mark a quick kiss on the cheek with a hug. Then spent the next few minutes shooting the shit out of the bucket leaving it full of holes and solidified sand plugging them.

  Mark Mark had not planned letting anyone else firing the new weapon but spent a few minutes letting the other older kids shoot the torch and then put a stop to it to the sorrow of all the younger kids. Promising they all would get a chance to shoot it the next day. Taking Jolleen to the shop with Kay following. “Jolleen , I have to go. We don’t have a safe to put it in yet so I need you to keep it on you in your pocket. No playing around with it tonight or ever for that matter. If one of other kids gets ahold of it, they or someone else could get hurt. I will pick up a small bio finger print lock safe tomorrow we can keep it locked up in. Yet a slap of one of us older guys can easily get at it if it is needed.”

  “Hell with that.” She stepped over to a cabinet and pulled out a pouch and stuffed the torch snugly into it. Putting the small pouch onto her belt. I am never letting it out of my sight Mark.” Hugging Mark again, she walked back into the Clubhouse.

  Kay leaned up close to Mark as she looked down at Mark’s torch sitting on the bench . “It is good you want to protect your family first. But please. Tell me you were able to make your other torch into a weapon Love.”

  “Yes well , it was your idea and yes I did think of a way to convert the new torch. At least I think I if have, though I probably should have traded them but I still need a torch that works.” Mark turned and picked up his torch off the counter looking at it. Examining it for a few seconds as he touched several spots around it. “Looks like the epoxy has set. I put together the other weapon while it was setting up.”

  Kay could not see any difference from the torch she had seen earlier. Frowning as Mark pointed between the 6 little pencil thin rods making up the laser assembly of the torch.

  “I printed a new cam made a new c am that will spread the rods farther apart until it will shoot a good 50 feet before the beams come together to create the hot spot.” He twisted a little nob at the back of the frame and the ends of the laser rods moved out and back in. “I have only been able to test it a the short distance in the shop here but Mickey says it has a range of a little over 50 feet.” Mark pointed at a bucket that did not have as many holes in it as the one still in the other compartment.

  “Oh Good.” Kay’s concerned face started to smile then frowned. “None of the group was named Mickey. Who is Mickey?”

  Mark looked at Kay for a second and smiled. Oh just a friend that likes to give me a hand once in a while. My parents have probably given up on us and eaten already. We need to go.”

  Mark checked the new lock old screen now mounted on the hatch out of habit and then tapped it as Jolleen walked back in and saw the torch in Mark’s hand as he put it in his thigh pocket and it fell to the bottom .

  “Oh Mark, I found something you might want for your torch.” She opened the cabinet she had gotten the pouch out of that she had put the other torch (now pistol), in and handed Mark a holster. “See if that fits your torch?”

  Mark looked at the holster. He suddenly remembered getting a ray gun set when he was 6 or 7 8 that had several toy rayguns and holsters with webbing vest sensors that would squeal if one of the raygun’s low powered laser light beams hit them, for playing space pirates. This was one of the holsters from that old game. He wondered what happened to the toy guns. Playing the game up and down the passageways had greatly expanded his number of friends that became the club when they had found the abandoned container playing pirates on the junk deck.

  Mark took the holster and was surprised when the torch fit perfectly with the rods set at long range. (Mark figuring that it was easier to twist the focus point down when a torch was needed than worry about having time to twist it up if a weapon was suddenly needed). The group of holsters with the webbing vests had colored emblems on the sides so you could tell who was on which team. Mark was glad this was his favorite holster with the white star and not the red dragon on the others. That was until he realized that he could not use it. Shaking his head sadly. “Sorry Jolleen. But I can’t slap this on my belt, it will just get in the way sitting in chairs. Beside it would look stupid and I don’t have a permit to wear a weapon yet even if it does look like a torch .”

  Jolleen rolled her eyes. “Do I have to think of everything? It still has the mounting plate on the back. You can put it down on your leg in your thigh pocket with the flap covering it and still get into your pocket and you don’t have to dig down into the bottom of your pocket to get to the torch. I noticed you had a hell of a problem getting at it while that guy was pining you in the corner.”

  “Shit! You noticed that. I thought you were a little busy.”

  “What the hell else was I supposed to look at when that guy was banging me? Eeck… I need to take another shower. But first take you pants down.”

  “What the hell? Here? Now?”

  “No, Christmas. I need to put the magnetic mounting plate on the inside of your pants to hold the damn holster in place. ” Prying the little plate off the back of the holster with some difficulty and showing it to Mark. “ Now shuck it. I have seen everything you have and if Kay doesn’t let you see her panties later, it is not my fault.”

  Mark swallowed and started undoing his belt then stopped after unfastening his pants. “Ahh. You guys leave and I will do this Ok.”

  “Oh, quit being such a baby.” Jolleen jerked Mark’s pants down and went to work ignoring his crotch though Kay didn’t as Mark held his hands over his privates getting impatient as embarrassment kept flooding over him each time he looked to see Kay staring down, hopefully at what Jolleen was doing and not something else.

  Jolleen glanced up at Mark. “I talked to Pop this afternoon and he wants us to move over to the empty section behind him so he can keep an eye on us. I think we should Mark. It always worked pretty well having the Farmers out front of our compound keeping Chet and his ass holes from getting to us. Only thing is we would have to come up with a couple of new boxes as all the original boxes from the hold are used. Do you think you could get permission to get a new box or two and we will just take one of the offers.”

  “Sorry but I don’t think the Captain would go for even me moving another box into the hold. Especially as pissed off as she is at me right now.”

  Jolleen jerked Mark’s pants up. “There, that is how that is done.”

  “How what is done?” Kay said as her eyes slowly raised up from his crotch once his pants were back up as she licked her lips then bit the lower .

  Jolleen glanced at Kay as she stared down between at the embarrassed Mar ’s legs k as he quickly did up his pants. Shaking her head Jolleen smiled. “You’re as bad as Mark is.” Shaking her head. “To bad those two boxes they pushed out the hatch broke their backs hitting the pile of crap at the bottom of the pit even if they were rusted out junk. At least they were something to work with since they w
ere originally in the hold .”

  “You know there is one big Maxibox on that pile that you could have since it has been abandoned with big red X’s all over it.” Kay said with a smile. “It would so tork my father and brother to no end if you guys claimed took it.”

  Jolleen gave Kay a dirty look as she lifted Mark’s thigh pocket’s flap and stuffed the torch into the holster then let the flap fall over it. “Damn, it does not quite cover the butt but it will do. Fastening the flap down tight. “Good. Hides it pretty well and it will even keep it from falling out.” Looking up at Mark staring at Kay staring at him. Shaking her head she wacked Mark on the butt. “Get out of here the both of you. Your parents are waiting Mark.

  Mark started to look down at his watch but only made it half way there with his arm only half way up when he exclaimed. “Shit! It has been an hour? Come on we have to go.” Mark grabbed Kay by the hand as he slapped the lock screen and the hatch unlocked allowing Mark to push through it. Mark started running down the promenade with Kay beside him.

  Jolleen watched them go, shaking her head. Her heart saddening seeing him with someone else and momentarily wishing he… Then remembering how disgusting she started feeling every time they spent any time together. His smell, his mannerisms, jokes even the way he talked that were cute for a few minutes quickly soured if they spent any time together. Even his hugs made her skin crawl after a few minutes. Shaking her head, so how could she still love him so much and be so happy to see him after any length of time yet hate being around him after only a few hours. She remembered the last time he had come back after being gone on vacation for over a month and they had screwed each other’s brains out. She was so happy to see him. Yet by the next day she could not even stand to look at him for days let alone touch him.