EXETERRPG: (16 10:30 ) ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford

[Paul Sleeford]

Mission: The flames of purity.
Day: 16
Stardate: 2445:09:16

(New Caledonia - Sleeford's farm- Pigsty -ACTO Ensign Paul Sleeford 16:
10:30)

Sleeford lay in the pigsty,looking up at a clear blue sky, the warm sun
beating down, covering him in sweat, for some reason his mother was cooking
dinner way too early and by the smell of things had burnt the pork. Sitting
up Sleeford took a deep breath and watched as the clouds seemed to hang in
the sky, not moving despite the cooling breeze. Reaching down to scratch
his left ankle Sleeford stood and walked slowly towards the fence. Watching
the hills behind the farm he found they seemed strange, a vivid green
colour, with purple ridges, frowning Sleeford rubbed his throbbing knee and
lent against the fence for support, blinking he found the hills moved left
to right.

Standing there watching the hills Sleeford heard footsteps behind him,
glancing over his shoulder he smiled as his great grandfather approached
with  two mugs of coffee.  Taking a mug he moved over to allow the old mad
room to stand next to him. TAking a sip of the hot drink he waited for the
old man to speak. After a time the old man turned to him and shook his
head.

"Well you got yousel in a large hole this time boi, seems to me that you
got hurt real bad"

Sleeford  looked across at the old man and shrugged his shoulders turning
back to the hills.

"Its my job, i'm security. I'm there to protect and to take fire if
necessary"

Snorting the old man laughed, "An my arse in my heart, I've not heard so
much shit sin your pa promised to look afta your ma at their hitchin and
that turn out well, didn it boi"

Remembering his real fathers violent outbursts as his business failed made
Sleeford feel ashamed, "So why are you here, other then to chastise me for
some perceived failings"

Snorting the old man stared into Sleefords eyes, "Failings, boi you knos
diddly shit, you've been shot, badly, you know that, well yozz hase a
choice now. A simple one, you live or you die an i'm sur that your young
KLingon lady would like to see ya live"

Frowning Sleeford tried to recall a Klingon lady, most of the crew were
Bajorian, either fully, hla or quarter,a couple of Vulcans, a Romulan but
no female Kilingons. Shaking his head as the crazy old man smiled at him.

"Well its your choice boi, i canna make it for yea, if you gonna live , do
it, but remember this, your leg is gone, your days as security are over,
you anint gonna runn after shit peg leg. "

LAughing at the joke the old man faded from sight and Sleeford felt a pain
inhisleft leg that he'd never felt before, the smell of badly cooked meat
assaulted his nostrils. Gripping the fence Sleeford felt his left leg
buckle under him as he faded into unconsciousness.

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(Posted by Alistair)
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