17 Slippery when wet II

When I regained consciousness I was almost unable to open my eyes but I felt that I was sitting in an comfortable armchair, had a bit of a headache and a strange smell of burned hair in my nose.

"Ah Mister Stevesan! You have finished your unwanted electrified dream".

With these words I got lifted up quite harsh and heartily embraced afterwards. The smell of spiced wine made its way into my nostrils. No cheap one for sure but still not my favourite after being knocked out. Accompanied it got by the scent of exquisite Dundeg-Silk.

One of the guys I had met during the extended examination by the amarrian administration did wear cloth made of it. A vibrating fur-like fabric, taken off the abdominal membrane of a special sort of squirrel-like creature - extremely reclusive. The problem is that those creatures instantly die if the fur is taken of their bellies. Some scientists claim to know that it is their main communication organ and without that those highly social and quite intelligent creatures refuse to breath one more minute.


Therefore my facial expression didn't seem to be the most entertained when I finally reconquered my ability for visual input. And as I already had feared, it was the fat guy in the expensive looking suit that really had a hang on me. Unexpected way he wasn't a smudgy mid class spacemafia gangster guy. Very tended he smiled with teeth as bright as the stars into my face and started talking.

"Mister Nogunata, I am very sorry for my bodyguard's overeagerness to protect me from unwanted visitors. I already got him executed for this mistake!", he shouted into my face with a snorting laughter.
"No, no, I did for sure NOT kill my beloved Jacob. That was just a joke. Non the less I am very sorry for the misunderstanding".

A seat was offered to me right next to his and some wine was served.

"Drink - it will kill the unpleasant smell of burned hair in your nose".

He was a smart guy reading my mind and instantly replying to my unspoken question that the drinks are not envenomed and that my communication frequencies are unblocked in case I want to do any calls.

His last note reminded me of the instruction I had given to my Ship-AI. I brought up the pupil projected information panel and concluded that the two hours had almost passed.

(Recovered blog-entry from 2009)