The last story entry was a LONG time ago, so, I’ll give a paragraph and continue from there (If you want to start again, Start here, click on the JAX LUNAR LUMBER tag, then skip Chapter 14 and pick up the story right after these events…)
Sturdlan Vilbix – known to our entire family by a disrespectful nickname as Turdman -- was the personal manager of Roza Rymbayeva Golovkina, a famous Kazakh singer and song-writer. She was a very-distant descendant of the last Human to walk on the Moon in the 20th Century – Eugene Andrew Cernan. He’d been the Last Lunar Walker, and his descendant, under the tutelage of Turdman who’d capitalized an otherwise mediocre career as her manager and his relentless mentioning of her five-times-great-grandfather’s fame.
He’d also had the great misfortune to alienate the Gang of Four, my grandchildren, Noah, Natalie, Ronan and Lennon.
On this fine day and their arrival on the original SPACE STATION COURAGE, Turdman had tried to hurry me into some dark corner thinking he could make me disappear so he could take over our business and add it to his empire. Turdman grabbed me by the bicep and squeezed. It HURT! He had muscles trained under the full gravity of the world that had nurtured Humanity into intelligence.
Now, here he was steering me further into Jax Lunar Lumber’s first jump station to our holdings on the Moon, using gestures to station dozens of drones in the ceiling, on the floor, on desks, in trees, and anywhere their cameras – I was pretty sure the glittering light twirling around the back and belly of each one was a camera designed to record, broadcast, and recreate every scene, every motion, and every nuance of the Six-Times-Great-Granddaughter-Of-The-Last-Lunar-Walker – or “Six-T-Granddaughter-OT Last Lunar Walker”. That quickly morphed to Antichrist, or 6T for short.
He’d dismissed The Gang of Four (with their current Accomplice Zachary). I smiled as the Gang pushed him aside as they surrounded us. The faceplate of his spacesuit had abruptly malfunctioned – Lennon raised her eyebrows at me, baring her teeth like fangs – as Turdman’s voice cut off.
She grabbed my hand as the Women made off with the World-Famous And Very Important Ms. Golovkina, the famous Kazakh singer. The young men picked up Turdman, slapped a highly-alcohol-dosed suit patch on his absurd stage outfit, adding a small injection of cheap beer to his water bottle – which he’d been slurping since he’d come aboard the Station, and hurried him away to destination Empty-Air-Lock. His protests were oddly slurred.
Natalie and Lennon sandwiched Antichrist between them, carrying her away, disappearing smoothly through a holographic DO NOT ENTER: DECOMPRESSION ZONE BEYOND wall. Ms. Golovkina screamed. Or tried to. Natalie offered her a popular, expensive bonbon named after her.
“Get that freaking disgusting thing away from me!” she shouted, spitting it out.
Lennon leaned in and said, “I thought they were your favorites?”
“They’re The Idiots favorite.” She paused, “Think you guys could make this kidnapping permanent?”
The Girls said together, “Really, Lady Golovkina?”
Just before the hologram reappeared, she said, “I’d give you the passwords to The Idiot’s Private Money Stashes if you make me disappear for good.” The hologram flicked back on and they were gone, Noah, Ronan, and Zack staring after them, still holding the cussing and crying Turdman between them. They looked at each other, all popping evil grins, and shoved the squirming Turdman ahead of them.
Resources: The Moon Trees, https://www.urbanforestdweller.com/we-almost-forgot-about-the-moon-trees/ ; https://www.space.com/moon-colonists-lunar-lava-tubes.html; https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Payless_Cashways
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