Author's Note
There's a few important bits in this story that were revealed in previous tales. So rather than reciting a laundry list, here's one of those "previously on..." things to get you caught up.
* * *
Previously on Tales from the Stream...
Emily looked at Reg. "Unless we're in the stream," she said, "the ship can access the net. I would assume Reg and Mia can do the same. There must be some sort of connection. A secure tunnel through the normal data channels that links them together."
"And," said Amaliya, "since we're sitting here, not moving 'cause we're getting ready to paint the hull..."
"The ship's got access to the net. And Mia's got access to us."
* * *
As the words left Jade's mouth, a small harvester crab crested the rise and came over to tap its pincer rhythmically against Jade's calf. When it was finished, Jade stooped down to scratch the crab's back.
"A message from Mia?" said Emily.
Jade nodded. "Go to the hot tub. Stop. Have fun with your friends. Stop." She scratched under the harvester crab's chin before standing up.
* * *
Jade stared for a moment, taking in the scene. There was a brief flash of light. Appearing atop Joan's shoulder was a brightly colored holographic parrot where once there was none. LĂșcia grinned and reached out toward the bird.
"Joan!" bellowed a voice. It belonged to a stern-looking woman behind the counter. "People come here for information on the local sites, not tales of swashbuckling adventure."
"Yes, Missus Hodgepodge," said Joan. She reached up and tapped her shoulder. The parrot disappeared.
* * *
"It's always Haiku," said Aidoru.
"The only way I can speak.
A freak of nature."
LĂșcia leaned forward onto the bed, covering the Aidoru closest to her with her body and spreading her arm over the other two. "Is that what's been bothering you? You're not a freak," said LĂșcia. "You're my girl. Je t'aime."
* * *
And now...
Chapter 22: The Church of Sapphic Love and Poetry
Jim Morrison Memorial Space Elevator, orbital terminus
The crew stood in a loose knot among the crowd of people, fidgeting with their jumpsuits, shifting their stance from one foot to the other. Just under the large sign that read 'New Melbourne Orbital' was a digital LED matrix displaying 'Next arrival in: 4:04' in bright red. Strains of The Girl from Ipanema floated from a speaker overhead. The display changed to '4:03'.
Atop Jade's left shoulder, Reg moved his eye stalks back and forth, surveying the group. He pushed up on his frontmost legs and lost contact with Jade in the process, floating upward. Jade reached up to catch him by a pincer.
"Okay," said Captain Jade. "Everybody got a buddy?"
Emily moved closer to Jamie, her magnetic boots clacking on the deck as she did. She reached out for Jamie's hand, wove their fingers together and rested her head against Jamie's shoulder. She let out a faint sigh.
Aidoru moved herselves to cluster tightly around LĂșcia, and wrapped her hands around LĂșcia's arms.
"Bonjour, buddy," whispered LĂșcia.
Aidoru giggled and squeezed tighter. She leaned in to plant three synchronized kisses on LĂșcia's cheeks.
Amaliya smiled at LĂșcia and Aidoru, and then moved her eyes to Captain Jade. She looked at Reg sitting on Jade's shoulder. A moment later, she shifted her gaze to Captain Joan. "Um," said Amaliya.
"You're with me, babe," said Jade.
"But then Joan doesn't have a buddy."
Joan reached up to her shoulder and tapped the holographic generator there. A glowing green parrot appeared. Joan pointed to the parrot while nodding and smiling.
"She's coming with us," said Jade. "That work for everyone?"
There were nods from all around, except from Reg, who stared at the parrot. Joan tapped the generator again to turn it off. She and Amaliya joined hands and moved closer to Captain Jade. Amaliya reached out to complete the link with Jade on the other side.
Using his pincers to cling to Jade's jumpsuit and then Amaliya's, Reg made his way over to Captain Joan's shoulder. He began poking around the perimeter of the holographic generator, tapping here and there until he found the switch to make the parrot reappear.
Reg bounced up and down.
Joan reached up, pressing her hand against Reg's pincer in a sort of high-five, before he flipped over so she could rub his tummy.
"Are there dangerous animals on the planet, Captain Jade?" asked LĂșcia.
"Dangerous animals...?"
"Like kangaroos."
"Kangaroos...?"
"Oh," said Emily. "New Melbourne." She unfastened a pocket on her jumpsuit and pulled out the Michelin Guide tablet. After a bit of tapping and swiping, she handed it to LĂșcia.
"You're probably thinking Australia," said Emily. "This is New Melbourne, named after Melbourne, Florida back on Earth. You know Florida?"
LĂșcia shrugged.
"Little chain of islands in the Republic of Jesusland?"
LĂșcia shrugged again and turned her attention to the tablet screen. "So, no wild kangaroos?"
Emily shook her head.
"Sorry," said Jade. "It's pretty tame. Mostly aging hippies and retirees."
"Hmm," said LĂșcia, swiping at the tablet screen now and then. Aidoru was gathered behind her, peering over LĂșcia's shoulder.
The arrival display changed to '2:00'.
* * *
Planetside Terminus, New Melbourne
Captain Jade and crew stepped into a terrazzo tiled waiting area covered by a large glass roof, but open to the air on all sides. People behind them spilled out of the elevator while other groups poured in. Auto-taxis waited in a queue nearby.
"Everybody remember the plan?" asked Captain Jade. "Find your buddy. Check in with the group every fifteen minutes. Stay safe."
As the crew began to pair off, a young woman dressed in a simple cotton shift and clutching a half dozen carnations approached LĂșcia. "Greetings, sister," said the young woman. "Please accept this flower from The Church of Religious Consciousness."
"Thank you," said LĂșcia, and curtsied. "You are most kind."
"Would you care to make a donation?"
"Sorry?"
"A donation." The young woman brought forth a satchel and held it open. "To The Church of Religious Consciousness."
"Sorry, I..."
"LĂșcia's a nun, lady," said Jade. "She took a vow of poverty. Now if you'll excuse us--"
The young woman stepped in front of Jade, blocking her path. "A flower for you?" She separated a single carnation from the bunch and held it out. "And perhaps you would care to make a donation to The Church of Religious Cons--"
"No thanks," said Jade, maneuvering past her. "Come on gang, we've got supplies to pick up."
Jade managed to walk only two meters before she was accosted by another woman in a white shift. Jade altered her course, but the young woman did the same.
"Shit," muttered Jade. She and Jamie exchanged glances.
Another woman, dressed the same and holding a similar bunch of flowers closed in. "Please accept this flower from--"
"We gave at the office," said Jamie, elbowing her way in.
Captain Jade looked around. Two more young women headed toward the passengers exiting the space elevator, carrying bunches of flowers as well. They were followed by a man in a long flowing robe, with an equally long and flowing beard, wearing jangly beads, sandals and sunglasses.
"Get a load of this fucking guy," said Captain Joan, joining up with Jade and Jamie and poking her thumb in the direction of the robed man.
Jade shrugged.
"The Reverend Moberg is our lord and savior," said one of the young women. She held out a flower. "Would you care to make a donation to his church so that you too may know his love?"
"Listen, lady," said Jamie, stepping between Joan and the young woman. "I'm pretty sure we don't need whatever it is you're selling."
"We spread his message of love. The Reverend Moberg asks for nothing in return. Only our undying devotion to spreading his message."
"I wonder what else he likes to spread." Jamie scowled.
"You would be wise not to blaspheme," said the young woman.
"Pshh," said Jamie.
"Come on girls," said the robed reverend, pressing his hands together. "We have saved enough souls for one day. Let us retreat to the peace of our sanctuary."
"Yes, your holiness," said the young women, as they flocked around him.
"Time to reflect and recharge," he said, as he wrapped his arms around two of the women closest to him, pulling them in close.
Jade watched what was happening. She turned to Jamie. "Does something seem a little off here, or is it just me?"
"Yeah," said Jamie. "How old do you think those girls are? Eighteen, nineteen? And what's your guess on Reverend--"
"Creeper!" hollered Amaliya. "Fucking creeper. Reverend Wandering Hands... He just grabbed her ass. Did you see that?"
Jade, Joan and Jamie all turned their gazes to the robed man.
"Creeper!" Amaliya hollered, showing him her middle finger at the same time.
"Should we kick his ass?" asked Jamie. "I feel like we should kick his ass."
The reverend turned and peered over the top of his sunglasses as he walked past the line of auto-taxis to a long white van in the parking area beyond. The group of nine young women, all dressed alike, all with a clutch of flowers, floated along behind.
"We're here to get supplies," said Jade. "Let's try to focus on that."
"You said there were no dangerous animals on this planet," said LĂșcia to no one in particular. She stared at the white carnation in her hand for a moment before letting it slip from her fingers and fall to the ground.
The robed man stood at the side door of the van as the young women piled in. He pushed his sunglasses back into place with a finger at the bridge before letting his hand drop below the last woman's waist.
"He did it again!" Amaliya extended her middle finger high above her head. "Fucking creeper!"
The man in robes climbed into the driver's seat and drove off.
"Did you see that shit?" said Amaliya.
"Fuck," mumbled Jade. "Listen, we came here for supplies, not to get mixed up in some... religious nonsense. No offense, LĂșcia."
"I do not think it is God's message he is spreading," said LĂșcia.
"I'm worried about those girls," said Emily.
"Dude is in need of a serious ass kicking," said Jamie.
"I'm going with Jamie on this one," said Joan. "It all seems a little suspect to me."
"Fuck," said Jade. "Alright, what do we want to do here, crew?"
Jamie clenched her fist and cracked her knuckles.
"Fucking creeper," mumbled Amaliya.