> Shamus nodded at Juliette. They hadn't talked much beyond their > introduction, but Shamus was glad to have more pilots around. He was > impressed by her record as a Southern Republic duelist, but secretly had > some doubts about how well she would adapt to Gear racing. In a stand-up > fight she could easily crush him, but civilian Gear racing and military > dueling were two entirely different worlds. Still, she seemed like a > quick study, and if she was as calm and resourceful on the track as bar > fiasco war stories made her out to be, she just might make it. Watching > her progress was one of the few things Shamus was looking forward to, and > he hoped that it would in some way make up for the string of > disappointments and shattered expectations that he'd experienced since > joining the Redliners. > > "That's great," Hanna acknowledged toward both Juliette and Shamus. "We > shou--" > > "I'm a little anxious to get moving as well," Keavy unintentionately > interupted. My little Blade needs to be walked." Keavy said as she came > up behind Shamus. She was trying to address Hanna but kept on sliding her > eyes towards Shamus. She couldn't beleive her luck. She was going to be > racing on the same Team as Fastlane Rodriguez, a duellist that she had > liked to watch race when she was younger. It was a real thrill to actually > see him in person. > > "Uhm..Mr Rodriguez." She started to say, trying hard to remain cool. "I > just wanted to say that it is a real honour to be racing alongside you. > //Don't sound like a giddy fangirl//, she said to herself several times. > "I mean I used to watch you when you raced the...well before your > accident...and you were always great to watch. I even saw you live one > time at this arena in...I made a sign and everything.." Keavy dropped her > head when she realized what she was doing. "Gods, I sound like a giddy > fangirl don't I?" > > Shamus seemed a little taken aback at this, his mouth reflexively slipping > into the trademark cocky "Fastlane Grin" that once dazzled the crowds. > "You know, you're the first one among the younger members of the team to > recognize me. Not that I can really blame them. That was a long time > ago, and Gear racing has always been a sink or swim kind of business. I > also look kind of different. You may have noticed," he said ruefully, > absently running blunt fingertips over the faint scars on his scalp. > > Hanna smiled. "Yes, it is good to have a racer with your knowledge and > experience, Shamus." "And it's not like you've changed that much." Keavy added. "I had no trouble recognizing you." > Jory and Billy had now walked up at this point as everyone dispersed into > their own tasks. Hanna looked at Jory's shoulder. "How's it holding up, > Jorelle?" > > Jory frowned, looking down at her sling. "The sling eases the pain, but I > can use the arm without it. Imagine my luck with a the bullet breaking my > collar bone along with hitting an artery." She looked at Juliette. "Not as > lucky as you." "I don't think any of us were particularly lucky," Juliette returned. The pain and stiffness in her leg certainly didn't //feel// very lucky. She allowed a slightly crooked smile to grace her attractive face. "Except for Shamus and the others who missed the fun. //They// were lucky." "Hey I almost got blown up by a grenade and nearly rolled my Antelope." Keavy added with a grin of her own. "I had my fun." Griz ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This message brought to you by the HG-PBEM "OVERDRIVE" mailing list. http://www.bluething.org/overdrive/