The Legion recuperates

Date: 4/6/2000
From: SpaceTime

ST and DS shook the grogginess from their face. They looked over; Sabre_Edge was laying on the ground, his lessons with the Good Boy stick apparently inneffective. JorgeCis was whimpering like a little girl, as most people are want to do when they've had their ass kicked by Mr. Belvedere.

ST helped DS to his feet and looked at the two in the shadows. ST couldn't quite make out who they were. It didn't matter, since two seconds later the lights came on. Apparently even the Quilting Bee has a curfew.

Those previously cloaked in darkness recoiled when there identities were revealed. There stood Slider_Sarah of the BFA and Yeontoo of the Glory... er, Dec-10 Boyz.

Dark wiped a trickle of blood from his lip. Space straightened his shirt.

Yeontoo silently, expertly came forward and picked the limp form of Sabre_Edge and threw him into a wheelbarrow. She motioned for Jorge but Dark stopped her cold.

"Jorge is property of the Legion now, Yeontoo," Dark said matter-of-factly. "He risked himself against an irate and overly kinky Mr. Belvedere for us. We can take it from here."

"He is my boss and I will be taking..."

Yeontoo was cut off by Space. "Anj, don't make me pull out the e-mails. You know I can use those against you."

Yeontoo was silent, bowed her head and pushed the thoroughly ass-whupped Sabre_Edge out the door. Attention turned to Slider_Sarah. "What are you doing here?" asked Dark sternly.

Sarah's eyes widened. "I heard there was an explosion of violence between two factions and I wanted to make sure that the battles fell within the guidelines set out by the convention."

"Pffft... the Legion doesn't fit neatly into your game plan, Sarah," Space said. "We aren't the ABL or the BFA. We aren't a faction. We're mercs, and we do what we do for money and most importantly, alcohol."

"Let's not forget the destruction and general chaos," Dark added.

"Right," said Space as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Wait... do that again," Sarah said.

"What?"

"Put your fingers through your hair."

Space could see the look in the girl's eyes. The way she bit her lower lip and adjusted her dress.

This girl was in need of some lovin'.

With the swiftness of a jackal Space descended on Sarah, putting his eyes inches from hers. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"You mean like this?"

Sarah couldn't help it. This was, after all, the sexiest Sliders fan she'd ever laid eyes on. The blue eyes. The devilish grin. She jumped on top of Space and began to make out with him like no other.

Zach not only picked up Jorge from the ground, but his own jaw. "Damn, that boy is my GOD," he said as he slung the unconscious form of Jorge over his shoulder. "C'mon dude, let's get out of here and head back to the Dominion."

Space picked Sarah up and carried her out in his arms. "Time to see if you're blonde all over," he joked.

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Back at the Dominion...
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Jorge had a tequila drip in his arm. "We're gonna get something spicy and Mexican into you Jorge, even if it can't be Salma Hayek," Dark said. Soon Jorge's entire body was coursing with 100 proof liquor. He awoke with a start.

"Whu, whe, where am I?" Jorge asked.

"You're at the Dominion now, among comrades," Dark said. "You got a little worked by the business end of one of the dumbest sitcom stars in television history. So we've got you nice and drunk now, which makes you a perfect recruit for the team."

Kipper2222 and Slider8_ walked up and presented themselves. "Requesting permission to join the Legion of Booze, Darkslider SIR!"

"Request DENIED! You are pups! Go through the bad-ass training center through the door on your left and chalk up some ass-whupping points. Then come back and see me. We'll talk."

Meanwhile, upstairs...

"I never thought it could be that good!" Sarah gasped.

"Yeah, I do give pretty good back rubs, don't I?" Space asked. He cracked his knuckles.

"Yeah, but I was talking about your sweet lovin'!"

"Just comes with the territory of being a bad-ass, sexy lady." He rubbed her shoulders. "So, what does the BFA think about the LoB?"

"What am I? Just a spy you happened to seduce?" Sarah asked.

"Sure, baby, whatever floats your boat."

Sarah tried to act indignant but couldn't. After all, Space had just rocked her world and she could barely stand, let alone slap him for being himself.

"Oh, Space..." Sarah purred, "I don't want to leave but I *have* to... Mychand will want a report to make sure you guys haven't violated any protocol, because if you do we won't be able to hire the Legion for covert ops."

"All we want is 6 kegs of the finest European ale you can swing. Booze is a mitigating factor. In fact, it's the only factor." Space threw on his robe. "You might want to go. If they see you here..." He approached Sarah again. "...I don't know what could happen."

He kissed her nose. Sarah's knees began to buckle.

"Farewell, Space. You've got my number." And with that Slider_Sarah was gone.

"Sassy," said Space.

Suddenly, the door swung open and Lolita, Space's sassy secret agent/lover walked in.

Space's demeanor changed to all business. "I'm glad you're here," he said. "I need you to infiltrate the BFA. Find out what you can, pronto."

"Sure, but first, what's 'infiltrate' mean?"

"To become a part of."

"Ah-ha," Lolita said. "And 'you'?"

"A word I use to decribe the person I am talking to, which in this case is Lolita."

"Oh, so 'you' means 'me'!"

"Sure, whatever. Get on it, but before you go..."

Lolita looked at him expectantly.

"...Gimme some sugar, baby."

And the lights went out.

ST