Looking for A Knight of Goodness Part 2
07 Aug 2020Creamy Goodness III
How had a day that had started so well turned so very wrong? Earlier, Nerys was leading Creamy by the hand to her ship. Creamy had felt like a bit of an idiot for being thrilled to be *going back to her place* after he had officially invited her out for a second date. Now he was once more creditless on a dirty maglev being hunted for something he hadn’t done. Being wanted should be what was weighing on his mind the most, but it was still the Doctor. Just as he had found out she was going to leave for Colonia, something he didn’t relish, Creamy had left Nerys behind mid-crisis. In retrospect, it was a good choice. Creamy was an expert at running away. If he ever wrote his memoirs, it wouldn’t be much of an exaggeration to title it, The One Thousand and One Escapes of Count Goodness. He imagined he would be the Count of Summer Layton by the time he felt like submitting his life story to type. Being kidnapped a few times as a child had encouraged Creamy not to be an easy mark to captuer.
Creamy knew he was good at getting himself out of trouble, but slowing down for someone else and having to think about what was happening to them was not Creamys’ forte; in fact, he was very bad at it. Nerys’ friend, the J name fellow, Amata and .. the other chap..Aü was it? Well never mind, they seemed far better able to protect the good doctor, and they had a safe ship to get her away from the station. That was two very important things that Creamy couldn’t offer Nerys.
Thinking about it was making Creamys’ shoulders droop. At this moment he knew he needed to be on the ball, ready to respond. He straightened his back, squared his shoulders and sat up ignoring the laughs coming from the middle-aged chap that had an embarrassing video. Fortunately, the chap was coming out of his laughing fit. Creamy regarded the maglev route map above the windows opposite him. He needed to get to his pad that was one circle line down, but he also wanted to be on a train following the stations' rotation, so that would mean talking an extra ride in the opposite direction, still that would give him a chance to find out where the station defence lasers were placed.
At his stop Creamy stayed with the crowd, he got out of the carriage and followed the flow. Creamy noticed that station security were looking for people coming up from or heading down to the docks level, they were not really paying that much attention to people using the habitation level trains. Perhaps security was under the impression the suspects hadn’t made it this far up the station. Instead of heading for the lift to go down, Creamy decided to stay up here while he made his way to the circle line he wanted to be on.
The walk to the other side of the station was surprisingly, no problem. Maybe his ill-fitting clothes and a shirt tied around his head somehow managed to be a good disguise after all. He really wished he had a bag for his good trousers and the amazingly breathable shirt lost all its airiness now it was folded and tied around his head. Still, it had been working so far, so Creamy didn’t want to upset fate by changing something.
Wondering about Nerys, and the heat building up under his shirt-bandana on top of the ever-present headache and limp took Creamys' attention away long enough for him to just about walk into a couple of station security on the maglev platform.
“Good afternoon sir” Said a man slightly taller than Creamy looking quite imposing in his lightweight pressure suit and armoured jacket. “Would you mind showing us your ID please?”
He was smiling with his thumbs hooked in the armour pads under his arms. His partner, a woman with short black hair and very dark skin stood a few paces away staring at Creamy. She was resting her right hand on her belt close to a pistol of some sort, Creamy didn’t know very much about weapons. Creamy looked into her big brown eyes for a moment and appreciated how good she looked in armour. She, on the other hand, was drilling into his skull with her gaze.
“Sir? Your ID please” repeated the officer in front of him.
“Oh right yes, sorry. Of course officer” answered Creamy patting someone else’s pockets pretending to be looking for his ID.
That had done it. If he didn’t do something quickly, he was going to be caught before he got off the habitation level. He could almost see the disappointment on Nerys’ face and the *I told you so* gloat on her friends' condescending features. Creamy paused in realisation and felt his jaw drop a little.
“I’m bloody well jealous. Me! I don’t think that’s ever happened before” He mumbled in mild surprise.
“What?” Asked the officer as confused as Creamy was surprised.
“Oh no, not you I..” he stopped talking when his hand found a wallet in the jackets outside chest pocket.
Creamy opened it up to see a few low value one use cred-sticks and an ID card of a man that epitomize the word average. The officer took the wallet from Creamy obviously annoyed at waiting and inspected the ID card. Creamy took a deep breath, things were about to get memoirs worthy.