Meat, milk, girl... in that order
Age of Origin TP Log - Meat, milk, girl... in that order
Who - Senga, Ethan, Phillip(NPC) NPC ranch folk
Where - Matheson Canyon, the Angel of Mercy
When - Aug 21st
Rating - PG-13 for...arousal
Summary - A routine run to drop off medical supplies at Silverhold turns interesting when Senga and Ethan detour to visit her family.
After dropping off the supplies at the main spaceport on Silverhold, Senga had boarded the Angel of Mercy again. "We have a small landing pad out at the Ranch. It's big enough for the Angel to land, and it's much more comfortable than riding a mule out there." Once they were settled aboard, the flight was short, although the landing had to be precise. King Tom, realizing there was a 'land lubber' aboard who wouldn't need his hands for the controls took full advantage of the situation, jumping up on Ethan's lap if able for some petting. <English>
Ethan grins as the cat jumps into his lap. "Sounds good." He idly pets the cat as he watches Senga do her thing behind the controls. He looks out of the window at where she plans on landing. He clears his throat softly. "You're going to set down there? There's...not much room." <English>
Senga grins easily at Ethan's apprehension. "That's why Boss pays me the big bucks," she tells him. As she sets the bird down, it's apparent that she's quite familiar with the area, even handling the one cross wind that gives a little tug at the nose without so much as breaking a sweat. The landing pad is near the rim of a canyon, at a place where it widens out into a bowl. Inside the bowl a small complex of bunkhouses and cabins, barns, and a main lodge house have been arranged. "There," she says, powering down the Angel once more. "Pa's expecting us, even if he wasn't he's had fair warning now." <English>
Ethan grins and shakes his head. "There are Alliance pilots who have been specially trained that don't fly this well. I'm impressed." He gently pushes Tom out of his lap so he can stand up. He frowns slightly as he scratches the side of his neck, where there looks like a flame-shaped rash is spreading there. "So, what's your Pa like?" He asks as he gets ready to disembark. <English>
Senga blushes a pleased red at the compliment. "Thank you," she says brightly. Glancing up as she takes her hat from its lucky spot on the console, and puts it back on, she gives a look of concern to the rash. "Did you put something on that? There's some cream in the back, might not itch as much. He's a father..." she shrugs. "He's nephew to The Pater, so we have a pretty big spread. He's..." she shrugs again. "One of the good guys, but then," she smiles broadly again as she leads the way out. "I'm pretty biased." <English>
Ethan idly continues scratching the rash. "I put some cream on it. I'm trying really hard not to scratch it, but I guess I must have gotten into something that I don't agree with." He motions for Senga to walk ahead of him as he follows along behind her. He adjusts his duster on his shoulders and checks his side arm before stepping out of the ship. <English>
Senga gives one last look to his neck as she slips her arms into her own duster and nods. "Maybe should have the Boss or his lady take a look when we get back." She does indeed lead the way out of the Angel and to the elevator that takes them to the canyon floor. The elevator walls are mostly heavy duty fiberglass, so that the entire spread can be seen as they descend. Senga points out the different buildings as they descend, and the large bear of a blonde man in a cowboy hat that is approaching the elevator as they come closer to the bottom. Once it touches down and the door opens, it's only a few steps before she's being greeted with "Agnes! Didn't expect to see you so soon... how was that Barbecue your Doctor Boss had for you?" as he's speaking, he treats her to the same kind of rib-cracking hug that she gave Zachary her first night back. <English>
Ethan snaps. "I said I was fine!" He immediately looks apologetic. "Sorry. I mean I think that'd be a good idea. To let the doctors check it out when we get back." He frowns to himself as he walks behind her, heading out onto the canyon floor. He had felt anger briefly, but he shakes his head and attempts to gain control over himself. He offers the woman a smile as he nods every so often when she explains about a building or whatever. He stands with his hands behind his back calmly as Senga is hugged by a very large man. He offers a smile and waits to be introduced. <English>
"It was fantastic, Pa! Melted in my mouth... and Ethan had some of the burgers they made," she adds. The flash of anger was forgotten on the way down, apology accepted. Turning towards the her co-worker, she makes the introductions. "Pa, this is Ethan Oliver, he's new on the security team at the Book. Ethan, this is my Pa, Phillip Matheson."
She steps back to let her father step forward and offer a hand as he looks Ethan over. "Well, I'm glad to see that your boss is sending out some extra muscle to look after you, even if he could use a little more meat on his bones. Welcome to Matheson Canyon, Ethan." <English>
Ethan steps forwards with a smile as Phillip comments about his physique. He gives Senga that 'I told you so' look from when he was talking about gaining a little weight during the barbeque. He offers his hand to the elder gentleman and shakes it. "Pleasure you meet you, sir. Your daughter is the best pilot I have ever met." He glances over at Senga and then comments. "And she's very pretty, too."
At the mention of being pretty, Senga's cheeks go a surprised red, and she gives her father a wide-eyed 'I have no idea' look.
Phillip for his part, nods, and gives the man another look. "Yes, she is. I had a couple offers from other Paters for her after her husband died, but her friends came and whisked her away back to the Black." He gives a nod to the barns. "Just saddling up, you want to come for a ride?" <English>
Ethan grins as he hooks his thumb into his gun belt. "Sure. I'd love to." He pauses with an unsure expression. "Though I will admit, sir. I've never ridden before. I have no idea how to even go about it." He offers Senga a wink as he follows along towards the barn.
Phillip looks at his daughter. "You have a thing for greenhorns, lately, girl. You get to teach this one, too. I'll have them saddle up Habu, his long legs are going to need a tall horse." Before his daughter can protest, he turns with a smirl and heads towards the barns.
Senga blows out a breath for patience, and then turns towards Ethan. "All righty, then. So, the basics, before we get there. You don't want to face a horse head on if you can help it, it's a sign of aggression. Habu's used to it, so he won't take exception. Always mount and dismount on the left side. I'll adjust your stirrups once you're up." As they walk, she gives him some more tips of what the expect when he's up on the horse, and what she's going to help him do. <English>
Ethan idly scratches at his rash as he listens to Senga speak. She would notice that he is sweating pretty heavily as he lifts the back of his head to wipe some off his forehead. "Got it. Never approach a horse from the front and always mount from the left side." He continues talking. "After this, what do you say we get something to eat? I'm starving. Got a real hankering for some meat and milk. Has anyone ever told you that you have a pretty mouth?" <English>
Senga chuckles. "You'll get plenty to eat, trust me. We'll be having a cookout when we get back, it's how we keep all the hands fed. You'll have more beef than you can shake a stick at." By now, they've approached the horses, and a hand leads over two saddled horses to Senga. At his compliment, she turns bright red again, clears her throat and averts her eyes. "Um, thank you... yeah... this Habu. I'll hold the reins over the saddle horn for you while you mount up." <English>
Ethan moves to walk behind Senga, but as he does, he trails his fingertips along the back of her neck. He smiles at her again, as he places a foot in the stirrup and swings his leg over to settle into the saddle. "Now, I read somewhere that I'm supposed to move or something when the horse moves." <English>
Senga shivers once at the unexpected touch, and shakes her head. "Yeah, just kind of take it easy. You want to sit straight, but let your legs and hips move with the horse. Now, take a hold of the reins with your right hand, and hold them just above the horn..." she taps on the knob at the front of the saddle. "This is the horn." She moves to the side once he has the reins, and takes a hold of his foot, making sure he's only put it in as far as his toe. "Keep your heels down and your toes out," she finishes, pushing his heel down and turning his ankle to suit her words. Once finished, she backs off a little quickly and takes the reins to her own horse. <English>
Ethan nods and then takes the reigns in his hands. He waits until Senga leads her horse out and then he says. "Go. Move. Uh...please move?" Trying to get the horse to go forwards. He looks like a fish out of water, even though he's trying to do everything that Senga tells him. Though for some reason, he can't seem to keep his eyes off her. "How do you make this dang thing move!" He grunts a little angrily. <English>
Senga chuckles after she swings into the saddle and settles herself. "Give him a good kick." So saying, she digs her heels into her mount's flanks and gets him to move at brisk walk. "If that doesn't work, use your left hand to slap him on the shoulder with the reins. But he should be good, now that he has another horse to follow." She doesn't seem to pay notice where his eyes are fastened. She does glance back a little way along the trail that hugs the canyon wall to see if he is following. <English>
Ethan growls under his breath again and kicks the horse, maybe a little harder than he should have. The normally very disciplined man was exhibiting rather chaotic behavior. But when the horse starts moving behind the other one, he calms down a little bit. "This is harder than you make it look." He comments as he slides to the side in the saddle once the horse gets going. <English>
Senga chuckles, turning a little in her saddle to look back at him. "Just relax. Ever ride a motorcycle or hover bike? Same idea. Just go with the flow." The horse does give a toss of his head when he's kicked as if to say, 'all right, all right, I'm moving', but doesn't otherwise object. "Habu's a real good guy for beginners. He's solid and sturdy, and he knows what he's doing. Unlike some horses, he doesn't use his brains to try and unseat his rider." <English>
Ethan attempts to straighten himself back up. He wipes away more sweat as he says, "You know, I wonder what horse meat tastes like. Is it like cow? Or pig? I could really go for a steak right now." He keeps eyeing the horse underneath him like it could be a potential meal. "When is meal time again?" <English>
Senga turns back to look at Ethan. "I would make that comment too loud. Horses are a valued commodity around here." Digging into her saddle bag, Senga pulls out a strip of jerky and tosses it lightly back to the security man. Her aim is good, and the motion is practiced, apparently tossing things from one rider to another happens pretty often around here. "Chew on that for a bit," she suggests.
The ride takes them along the canyon, leaving the barns and cattle pasture behind as they go around a bend, finally coming to another smaller compound, this one with a couple of barns, silos, and one bunkhouse. The smoke carries on the wind, the smells of cooking meat easily discernible. <English>
Ethan catches the jerky and immediately gobbles it down. He's not even nice about it, either. He just shoves it all in there and chews. "Mmmm. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse. Sorry, but I'm not usually starving like this. It's weird." He smell of cooking meat does nothing to sate the desire to consume. "Is that where they're cooking the food?" He asks, pointing off towards the bunkhouse. <English>
Senga nods. "The pit is beyond the bunkhouse, you'll see it when we get closer. How did you finish that so fast?" She shakes her head and then gives a wry. "Try using 'bear' instead of 'horse'. More impressive an animal to eat." As they approach the lines where horses are tied along a rail, she holds up her hand. "Never ride around horses that are tied. Dismount and lead your horse up." She suits words to actions, and lifts her leg over the saddle to the left side before sliding down to the ground, landing with a bit of a thump. She leads her horse over and takes Habu's reins for Ethan. "Go, ahead, your turn. Just a small warning, though. The ground may be a bit further away than you expect." <English>
Ethan grunts. "Sorry. Bear then. Mmm. I bet bear meat is yummy, too." Taking note from Senga and doing what she does, he slides off the saddle and lands firmly on the ground with a grunt. "You're right, the ground is father than I expected." Taking the reins from her, he wraps them around the rail. Then takes off like a shot towards the bunkhouse. <English>
Senga blinks, unwraps Habu's reins and fixes them, not that Ethan notices because he's already halfway across the clearing towards the food. "Don't think I've ever seen him move that fast, Habu." She tells the horse he just left behind. "No worries. We'll be taking the shuttle back, you can stay here with your ladies for awhile. I don't think he realizes yet how sore he's going to be just from riding out here." <English>
Ethan runs as fast as his legs will carry him, ignoring the soreness that he feels in his legs. Listening to the rumble in his belly, Ethan doesn't even bother greeting anyone that might be there or not. As soon as he finds where the food is, he starts grabbing up stuff and stuffing it into his mouth, sometimes not even bothering to chew. "Anybody got some milk?" He asks between mouthfulls of food.
There's some raised eyebrows down the line, not only at the request for milk, but at the prodigious amount of food Ethan is putting away. "Nah, man, milk doesn't keep out here. Ya got beer, coffee'r water. Ya want some cheese on that burger, that we can help ya with." The speaker looks at Senga curiously as she approaches, but the blonde's only answer is a shrug of her shoulders. <English>
Ethan nods. "Cheese, yeah I'd like some cheese." Anything with dairy in it. He continues eating until he can't eat anymore. He sits back, finally looking sated. Until the next time the urge hits him. He still seems to be sweating. "Man, it's warm in here.." <English>
The cheese is offered and devoured, and when Ethan finally leans back, Senga looks at him. "Can't do much about the sun, bud," she tells him. "They've emptied the supply sled, we should take it back to the Main House, and head back to the Book. I think I'm going to have Boss take a good look at you when we get there. You're..." she shrugs, and offers him a hand to stand. "Come on, Greenhorn, let's get you back home before you get really stiff and can't walk anymore." <English>
The trip back to the main compound doesn't take long, and whatever Senga says to her parents, it's sufficient to see them on their way soon. Her father hands her a cannister, which she tries to refuse but he's adament so, she shakes her head and tucks it into her belt as they take the elevator up to the Angel, and then she fires up the engines and gets it ready to fly. <English>
Ethan is increasingly restless once then make it back to the Angel. After they lift off and are on their way back, he continues pacing back and forth in the small cockpit. He's still sweating and keeps muttering under his breath. And for some reason, he keeps staring at Senga, an almost predatory look on his face. <English>
"For Pete's sake, have a seat and relax," Senga finally says, giving him a grin. "We're not going to be crashing and burning any time soon."
As Ethan paces, King Tom watches him from under the pilot's chair, his tail flicking fitfully, his eyes narrowed and ears back. Senga's hat sits in its regular 'lucky' place on the console next to her as she leans back comfortably. "In fact, there isn't anything for us to crash into anywhere around." <English>
Ethan glances over at Tom and licks his lips, almost like he's considering the cat for dinner. He mutters. "I need milk. I'm so thirsty." He takes off his duster and tosses it onto the co-pilot's chair. His shirt is soaked with sweat. The rash on his neck has worked it's way down his arm, and it's visible anywhere his skin is exposed on his left side. Suddenly, he places a hand around Senga's arm and attempts to pull her out of the chair and pin her against the wall. <English>
King Tom's response is to open his mouth in a silent hiss, as if to tell him to not even think about it. "We've got water and iced soda in the mini-fridge," Senga offers Ethan absent mindedly, watching the space outside the view port. "Milk spoils too quickly to keep it stocked on board."
As he pulls her out of the chair, Tom hisses out loud, and launches at the man's ankles, slashing before he darts away to jump up on top of the alcove above the door. Senga slips from his sweaty grasp and spins across the cabin. "Ethan-" she starts a bit crossly, then notes the rash. "Holy Hell, Ethan! Have you looked at your arm..." forgetting to be angry about the rough handling, she reaches her hand out to his left hand, her intent to push up his sleeve and look at the rash. <English>
Ethan doesn't even acknowledge the cat when his ankles are slashed. His hazel eyes gaze at Senga as she grasps his arm. His heart rate increases as well as his breathing. He closes the space between himself and Senga quickly, until he's almost breathing down her neck. He sniffs the side of her neck as he almost growls. "I want you so badly right now." He slams the flat of his hand against the wall. "..the hell is wrong with me?" <English>
Senga's blue eyes go wide as he closes the distance between them, then tries to get control of himself again. "I don't know, but we need to do something about that rash. Boss taught me a bit of what's on the ship for emergencies, so come on..." she doesn't touch him any more, but leads him back to the med bay area where she puts on a pair of gloves before she gets anywhere nearer that rash. She rummages in a kit, pulling out a salve, which she squeezes onto her fingers. "Let me see that arm," she says, concern intruding on the business-like manner she tries to portray. <English>
Ethan follows her back, albeit closely. He murmurs, "You smell good." When she takes his arm again, he shivers and grabs at his short hair with his free hand. "Can't think. Want meat and milk. Want you. Very much." He slams his head against the wall. "Aagggh. Too hot in here!" <English>
Senga swallows hard when he mentions how much he wants her. She reaches up and flips on the cooling fans, flooding the room with cool air, since the last thing she wants to do right now is suggest he undress to cool down. "I'm sure there's some ice packs in here somewhere. Try not to touch that with your good hand," she adds as she turns away to search for said ice packs. "Maybe if we put on the back of your neck..." <English>
Ethan growls and bares his teeth as he gets increasingly worse. He begins pulling things off shelves and throwing stuff around. He even aims a medpack at Tom, hurling it at him. He rips his shirt off, showing that the rash is not just only on his neck and arm, but covers almost his entire left side. It's even creeping up his neck towards his jawline. He's just being violent for no reason. <English>
"Ethan, get a grip," Senga demands as she turns around. "This stuff isn't cheap, and it could be hazardous if it breaks." King Tom freezes as the medpack hits nearby him, hunkering down with a whining growl that forewarns of violence from the feline. When she sees Tom become a target, she reaches out to give him a hard slap across his face if she can reach. "Snap out of it!" she demands. <English>
Ethan's head snaps sideways from the slap from Senga. He growls low in his throat, sort of like how old Tom does. He snaps a punch towards Senga, but manages to curve it at the last minute to impact the wall with a loud thud. He offers her a pleading look. "Knock me out. You have to knock me out!" If she didn't one of two things was gonna happen. He was either going to try to beat her up, or have sex with her. Possibly both. <English>
"Gorram it, Ethan, what the hell..." Senga breaks off and looks down at the mess on the floor. "You've knocked everything to hell, I've gotta find..." she scootches around behind the emergency bed looking in the drawers. "Boss showed me... somewhere here..." her fingers scrabble through the syringes. <English>
Ethan is suddenly behind Senga, or rather, trying to grab her from behind by the hips. He's trying to rub himself against her and she can definitely feel his arousal. "Come here..." He begins pawing at her. <English>
Senga gives a gasp as Ethan moves faster than she expects, but she finds the right syringe and little bottle. She may be a big girl, but it's hard to pierce the medicine with the syringe and load it when you're being pawed at. She lifts her booted foot up between his legs behind her in a warning shot towards that arousal as she bends away from him to get it loaded with the medicine. "Don't make me use the shock prod Pa gave me. It'll take down a bull, you don't want to see what it will do to you." <English>
Ethan grunts when she kicks at him, he looses his balance. His eyes look all wild, like he may not even know exactly where he is anymore. But while he's temporarily down, he's definitely not out. He's getting back to his feet slowly. <English>
That slowly gives Senga the time she needs to pull the syringe out slowly enough to not get any air bubbles in the liquid. The little bottle clatters on the far side of the table, rolling across the floor as she turns around to face him. Hopefully he'll remain slow long enough for her to get the needle into his vein. She grabs his bad arm, figuring that it probably already itches enough he won't feel it as much, trying to pull it out straight to find the elbow vein... except the rash obscures the telltale blue. She squeezes above his elbow to try and make it stick out a little as the needle nears his arm. <English>
Ethan is for the moment, subdued. He must have bumped his head when he lost his balance and it's got his movements sluggish for the moment. He might have a concussion among whatever else ails him. Senga will have at least a couple of seconds to pierce his arm before he starts to move again. <English>
Senga gets the needle in his arm, but she gives a little frustrated sigh as she pretty sure she missed the vein. She squeezes the amount in, anyways, biting hard on her lip to keep from shaking and to press with her thumb in that controlled manner Boss taught her, so that she doesn't shove it in too fast... unless he doesn't give her a choice. <English>
Ethan begins growling low in his throat again. "Thirsty. Milk." He moves his other hand up to grasp her thigh. "Help." He murmurs as he begins to try to get back up to his feet. <English>
Senga nods, wincing as Ethan grabs at her thigh. King Tom growls again, his hackles raising, his tail about as big around as the man's forearm. "Know you're thirsty," she says, and hesitates a minute before she helps haul him up. "Hell, it'll be easier to get you in the bed if you're upright when you pass out," she mutters. She tries to twist, so he'll be between her and the bed by the time he's on his feet. <English>
Ethan rises to his feet, his knees a bit wobbly as the morphine begins to affect him. "So pretty.." He murmurs towards Senga just before his eyes roll up in the back of his head and he falls backwards towards the bed. <English>
Senga gives a grunt of relief as Ethan sags, and pushes back a little to make sure he's not going to slide to the ground when she lifts his legs to put hi all the way on the table. "Sorry about this, Ethan," she says as she goes around the table, pulling up the restraints and fastening them around his legs and arms, and the one across his chest. As she's finishing that, the auto pilot starts beeping, and she heads back into the cockpit. <English>
