Re: Silver Loverbirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Chatterbox)
After that fiasco on our fourth date, things were kind of different between me and Moeba. We were always careful not to act too friendly in front of the Hawks, but she was acting so...business like now. She's all like, "Good morning, Chatterbox, how may I help you?" and stuff. I put up with this for about one day before I'd had it. Once we were alone we had a little talk.
"Ok, Moeba, darling. What's with the attitude?"
"I should ask the same of you."
"What?!"
"I'm still upset with how you handled things the other night."
"Wha..? Moeba, I was just tryng to protect you from that idiot, that, that puto!"
"I still think you went too far."
That's when she stormed off in a huff. Is it me, or did we just have our first couple's spat?
(Moeba)
I had to get away from him before I said something very hurtful. I was upset about what Chatt's did not because of what happened to Molecu-Lar, but because of what happened to me. I transformed to my fluid state to protect myself from the sonic blast, but not before I suffered some damage. I hadn't told Chatts about it yet. Not sure why I hadn't, but I knew I had to tell him what happened eventually.
I rushed off to my quarters to sit and think. Boy, sometimes I hate dealing with emotions. My creator, Dr. Gugenheim, gave them to me. Told me they were a gift. Some gift they turned out to be. They usually just leave me feeling confused and acting in strange ways. I hoped I didn't hurt Chatt's feelings when I stormed off like that. I really cared about him and wanted to talk to him about what was bothering me. When I heard someone at my door, I had a feeling it was Chatts. He wanted to come in and talk. Edited by: Detia1 at: 6/16/02 8:05:52 pm
Re: Silver Loverbirds: Fine Feathered Foes
"Moeba, I get the feeling you're not telling me something." he said.
"Yeah, there is something I'm keeping from you." I replied.
"Oh?"
"When you fired your sonic blast...I got hurt. Literally."
"You did? Oh, Dios mio, I'm so sorry, bonita! I never meant to hit you, I swear! I was aiming for Molecu-Lar, you know that!"
"Still, I sustained some damage before I could turn into liquid form. That's why I was so upset."
"I am so so sorry, Moeba. You'll never get hurt by me again, I promise!"
"Okay..." I then turned on the holovision to see the intergalatic news. Turns out someone had tried to break into the Wings of Freedom. The whole thing was broadcast live as the perpatrator rushed off. The cameras did get a good look at him, though. It was a Terran male, possibly Hispanic heritage and a scar over his left eye. Chatts looked very horrified when he saw that.
" El fabricante de muñecas." was all he said before he started whimpering.
Edited by: Charra Loon at: 6/16/02 8:31:56 pm
Re: Silver Loverbirds: Fine Feathered Foes
"Chatts! What's wrong!" He looked really scared and upset at the sight of that human. "Chatts, do you know this person?"
He nodded.
"Yeah, I know him a little too well," he whispered.
"Who is he? How do you know him?"
"He's The Dollmaker. He's the one who killed my family..."
"Oh, gods! How horrible!"
I tried to comfort Chatts, sitting him in my lap and stroking the feathers on his head.
"Chatts, I'm here for you. I won't let anyone hurt you, I swear it!"
Edited by: Detia1 at: 6/16/02 8:43:24 pm
Re: Silver Loverbirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Chatterbox)
The moment I saw that...that carnicero on the news, I felt as though my entire body was frozen. Truth be told, I haven't seen the híbrido for years, but he still had the same fear over me now as he did then. I could hear Moeba swearing she wouldn't let him harm me and stroking my head a bit. It made me feel a little better, but still...that asesino on the street, in Limbo no less, was not a good sign.
" Su ojo izquierdo..." I started. " Lo tomé fuera del día que me escapé a Sara. Él deseó envenenarme y rellenarme y agregarme a su colección de pájaros matados, pero era afortunado… desemejante de mi familia."
Edited by: Charra Loon at: 6/17/02 1:48:58 pm
Re: Silver Loverbirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Moeba)
I could feel Chatts stiffen in my arms. I'd never seen him so scared. When he started speaking in Spanish, I could only inderstand a little of what he was saying. Something aobut someone's left eye, and poison, and him being lucky.
"Chatts, what are you saying? I don't understand." He wouldn't translate. He just kind of sighed and leaned his head on me. I didn't quite know waht was going on with him, but I wan't going to leave him alone until I was sure he was ok.
I hate not having patrol. It leaves me bored all the time. I mean, I just went through twenty tune-ups on the Road Nova before I left for my quarters. That's odd...usually, Chatts is waiting for me here, unless he's planning another party. Oh well, better turn on the news.
"The hunt is still on for the man who broke into the Wings of Freedom. Reports have shown that weapons fire has been found in the aviary. The intruder is described as a male Terran, tanned skin, grey eyes, left has a scar over it, and is to be considered armed and dangerous."
When the news showed the picture of the criminal, I recognized him immediately. Chatterbox told me about the poacher that killed his family back in South America. He was called "The Dollmaker" or as Chatts puts it, " El fabricante de muñecas." This rat was known to poison his prey when he caught them and stuff them, making them into little dolls. Chatts' entire family went through that fate, but he escaped, leaving a mark on the jerk's face. Shortly after escaping, Chatts ran into me, and everything went from there. I was only able to make an identification due to the times I went through Chatterbox's memories. Gods, if Chatts knew about this, he must be freaking.
After gathering as much information about the crime from Phantom, the SilverHawks were on the case searching for the perpatrator. They figured he was either hiding out on Fense or somewhere in the Lightyear Limit. Because those areas are beyond SilverHawk jurisdiction, they had to either wait for him to cross into thier territory, or get someone to flush him out. I was curious about what the hawks would do about the Dollmaker character, so I transformed into a gnat and made my way into the ventalation system, where I transformed into a rat and made the rest of the trip all the way to Stargazer's office. I listened in on the plan of action from the vent above the Commander's desk.
As I thought, there was a good possiblity that the criminal was hiding out beyond our jurisdiction. Waiting for him to come into our territory could prove fatal for the endangered avians. SteelHeart suggested hiring a bounty hunter. A pair, actually, called Whisper and Echo. They came highly recommended by Warden Lockup.
Edited by: Detia1 at: 6/26/02 7:49:39 am
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Chatterbox)
Okay, calm down, Chatts. The puto isn't going to kill you here at work. No siree, plus last time you saw him, you were just an ordinary parrot. Nothing to worry about. Hell, there's a slim chance he'll even recognize you, if he's forgotten about the scar you gave him. Oh man....I thought I heard someone call my name.
"AHHH!!!!!!!" I quickly turned around to see the Governor staring right at me. " ¡Es usted loco?! ¡Pensé que usted era el asesino del pájaro en las noticias la otra noche! ¡Va darme un ataque del corazón, porqué no lo hace usted!"
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
"Ummm...Chatterbox, no hablo esapnol, remember. Now what's got you all jumpy?"
"Haven't you heard the news?"
"About what?"
"About the break in at Wings of Freedom!"
"Oh that. Yes, I heard about it. I also heard that Lockup has his top bounty hunters on the case. It's very likely that perp is hiding out beyond SilverHawk territory..."
"But bounty hunters are not bound by jurisdictions!"
"Precisely! And if what Lockup has told me about Whisper and Echo is true, that poacher hasn't got a chance in hell making it out of Limbo."
Wow! That news actually had me kind of relieved! I just hoped those two could catch the puto before someone really got hurt! Edited by: Detia1 at: 6/30/02 7:28:37 pm
"Chatterbox, I have some work to do. I need you tot hold all my calls and make sure I'm not interrupted."
"You got it, sir!" After he went back into his office, I resumed my duties. Sometimes, being an official secretary has its perks, but it's so hard organizing all of this stuff. I don't know how Cris did all of this. Oh well, things may look a bit...out of place now, but..oh a call! "Governor's office, how may I help you?"
"Hello, Chatterbox, is the Governor in?" Oh, goody! Madame Crescent. Hmm, no interruptions and hold the calls. I've been trying to put those two together since my first mission. Hmm, I'm probably going to get in trouble for this...
"Yes, he is, Madame Crescent." I told her. "I'll patch you through right now!" I pretended to switch lines, and using the Governor's voice..."Ernistine, what a pleasant surprise! How is everything?"
"Rather well, Alexander, thank you." Perfect! She was so fooled! This is going to turn out muy buenos!
"So, anything I could help you with?"
"As a matter of fact, there is this little something. I'm considering expanding the foreign exports section of Lunata. I was wondering if you could take the time to grant me some consultation on some of the merchandise."
"Oh, anything for you, my dear." Let's see...ah-ha!!! Perfect! "Why don't we discuss it over dinner, say around eight?"
"I'd be happy to. That little cafe near the Omni?"
"I'll meet you there."
"All right, Alexander. Good day."
"Good day, Ernistene." The connection went out. Excellent!! I'm finally going to get those two paired up!!! No problemo; her daughters are grown women, so there shouldn't be any disaster. It wasn't long afterwards that the Governor came out to check for any calls.
"Madame Crescent called," I explained. "She needed to ask you about some consultation on new merchandise."
"Really?" he wondered.
" Si. Foreign stuff. She wants you to meet her at the cafe near the Omni at eight tonight?"
"Ah, okay. I know where that is. Thank you, Chatterbox."
" De nada. Will you be needing me tonight or should I leave the two of you alone?"
"Chatterbox, how many times must I tell you? Madame Crescent and I are just good friends, nothing more. Still, I could use you for a bit of security, at a reasonable distance."
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Sapphire)
When Chatts came home from work that evening, I knew he was up to something. He had that look he gets on his face when he's meddling in someone else's business.
"Chatts, what are you up to now?"
"Oh, nothing," he sing songed.
"You can't fool me, bird brain. You're up to one of your blasted match making schemes again, aren't you?"
"Well..."
Before he could answer, the door tone went off. I opened the door to see Moeba.
"Hi, Moeba, is there something I can help you with?"
"Um...is Chatterbox there?"
"He sure is," I replied, giving him a suspicious glance. "What's he done this time?"
"Oh, I'm not here because he did something wrong. I just came by to see how he was doing. If he's ok and everything."
Hmm. Moeba seems a bit more concerned about Chatts than usual. She ususally doesn't make personal calls like this. I wonder what would make her change her routine?
Edited by: Detia1 at: 7/3/02 6:53:38 pm
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Chatterbox)
As soon as were far enough, I cuddled alongside Moeba. " Mucho grasias, bonita." I said. "I was afraid Seska was gonna find out my latest plan."
"Chatts, what are you up to now?"
"Uh, nothing. Just aiming Cupid at some long-neglected amore."
"Okay...I'm not gonna push. I don't want to know what you're up to."
"Good, because you and I got other business to take care of."
"And that is?"
"A dinner date. You and me, in a nice little tree over this cafe near the Omni, say eightish. You in?"
"Don't you have guard duty at that time?"
" Si, but I doubt anything would happen. Even so, at least we have a medic in the house."
"I still think it's risky you mixing business with pleasure."
"Moeba, I deal with a Governor who officially schedules dodging assasination attempts, turning down bribes, dealing with terrorists and eluding the tabloids every single day. What prevailing disaster could possibly transpire on a simple dinner date he's having with a close friend?"
Edited by: Charra Loon at: 7/20/02 8:03:41 pm
I decided to go along with Chatt's little scheme. (I figured that's what it was.) At about quarter of we left for Bedlama and perched in a tree above an outdoor cafe in the Omni Hotel. It was a lovely night with cleal skies, which is the usual, pleasant weather Bedlama has. At about five till, we spotted the Governor and his date.
"There they are! Oh, boy this is so exciting! I just know they are gonna hit it off! Yes, the fireworks are gonna fly this night, if I have anything to do with it!"
Beofre Chatterbox could say another word, I clamped his beak shut with my talons.
Edited by: Detia1 at: 7/22/02 8:26:17 am
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
"Keep it down!" I whispered. "Unless you wanna ruin your own plans!" That shut Chatts up and I removed my talon from his beak.
"Sorry, bonita." he replied. "I'm just so excited that they're finally going to get together that I just can't help it!"
"Ah, I see. You've been planning this forever, haven't you?"
"Them, together? Si. The most recent plan to get them together was thought up recently."
"I don't even wanna know."
"Good." So far, Chatts' plan seemed to play out flawlessly. At least, until stories were compared. The date proceeded, but Chatts learned he was going to be in some serious trouble tomorrow. "You impersonated the Governor?!" I said softly.
"Only for a little while." he whispered back. "In a way, I had to; gods know he was too chicken to ask her out himself, so I did it for him."
"Oh, Chatts!"
"I know you're worried about me getting into serious trouble because of this, but it's not like I put the whole galaxy in danger or something."
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Chatterbox)
The Governor looked pretty upset about my little scheme. I knew the jig was up when he started calling my name!
"Chatterbox! I know you're here somewhere! Show yourself right now!"
He was so fired up he started shaking the nearby trees. I knew pretty soon he'd find the one Moeba and I were perched in. Right then, someone interrupted Zander's tirade. It was Echo the Bounty Hunter.
"Governor, sir. I hate to bother you, but I have to give you this warning."
"Yes? What is it, Ms. Nosferatu?"
"The poacher known as the Doll Maker has been spotte in this area. I've tracked him down to Belama City and I have reason to belive he's headed for the Bedlamian Bird Sancutary nearby."
"The Bird Sanctuary? That's where many of our endangered birds are living! You've got to keep him from harming them!"
"I know, sir. My partner, Whipser is already headed there. I'm trying to cut him off before he gets there. I tracked him down to this area but he's managed to elude me," Echo whispered. When she said that I noticed a suspicious character lurking nearby.
Edited by: Detia1 at: 9/14/02 8:16:16 am
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
Oh @#%$...please don't let it be him, please don't. But I knew it was him when a dart suddenly got shot right at us! It barely missed Moeba! That does it! I can't go hiding from this guy forever! It's time I stood up to him! I told Moeba to fly for it, and when she did, the figure started aiming right at her. So, I flew straight at that figure and drove him right out into the public eye. When he looked up, I noticed the patch where his eye used to be. Hmm, I wonder if he recognizes me?
" ¡Usted!" he shouted. Yep, he recognizes me all right. " He estado esperando un rato largo de conseguirle para lo que usted hizo a mí."
" Qué coincidencia." I replied. " Estoy tan."
" ¡Qué?! ¡Usted puede hablar! ¡Cómo es eso posible?!"
" Sorprendiendo lo que usted puede aprender en los militares. Ahora es hora para usted de enviar en la cárcel para sus crímenes."
" ¡Como infierno! ¡Voy a enseñarle que la rasgadura de mi ojo hacia fuera era la equivocación más grande que usted incurrió en siempre, usted hijo de una perra!"
" Oh, sé ya eso, mucho gracias. Planeo remediar ese error rasgando fuera de su garganta."
" Incluso si usted es capaz de ése, mi pequeño amigo, usted no tiene la tripa para matarme."
" Usted mató a mi familia, usted bastardo desgraciado. Enviarle al infierno para eso es todo lo que necesito motivarme."
Ok, I had no idea what the heck either one of them were saying. Echo didn't either and obviously didn't care. She wanted her bounty and wanted it now. She pointed her weapon at the perp and shouted, "Put your hands over your head! And don't try anything funny!"
The Doll Maker turned and saw the weapon pointing at him. He immediately put his hands up and Echo aprroached him with caution. When she grabbed his arm to cuff him, a cloud of smoke jetted out from his cloak right into her face. When she bagan to cough the criminal escaped from her grip, smoke still billowing around him.
Re: Silver Lovebirds: Fine Feathered Foes
(Chatterbox)
Damn it!!! Now I remember why no one's ever caught this guy before! Worse off, he still remembers me! As soon as the smoke cleared, I noticed Echo took pursuit. Me, on the other hand, immediately concentrated on my own duty and checked to make sure the Governor was all right.
"I'm fine, Chatterbox." he said. Uh, oh, I sense a 'but'. "But you have a lot of nerve impersonating me!"
"Eh heh, I know you're pissed right now, sir, but trust me, it'll pass; you said you didn't want to be disturbed so I..."
"Stage another of your elaborate matchmaking schemes?"
"Uh, that sounds like an exaggeration, sir...but accurate." It was then I noticed something on the floor. It looked like one of the bastard's...creations. South American parrot, red plume, purple feathers...oh Dios mio...it can't be.
"Chatterbox! Are you even listening to me?!" At examining the body closely, I knew it was true...
"Mami"...I whispered before completly losing it and bawling right then and there.
I transformed to my biped form and rushed to check on Chatts.
"Chatts, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
"Mami... " he wailed. That's when I saw it. It was a stuffed bird. The same species as Chatterbox. Could it be? Could this bird be Chatt's mother?
"Chatts, are you sure this bird is you mother?" He nodded, sobbing heavily. "Oh, Chatts, I'm so sorry." I quickly and respectfully gathered up his mother's remains. "C'mon, Chatts. Let's get back to base. Everything's gonna be all right."
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