OUTCAST

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Food delivery is scheduled for tomorrow at 12-00, chemistry - tomorrow at 17-00. Stopped at the thought of weapons. In the secret place I have a minilaser, in the common people a pistol. But he has never been of any use to me. And to go now to buy something heavier on the lower decks - too pale. My plan now is to feign calmness and relaxation, and not get caught buying a machine gun.

By the way, about plans. Before all the troubles, we were going to go with Joy to his familiar filmmakers tonight. So I’ll go to them in the evening, I’ll say that my corephan is on a drinking binge, we’ll get to know each other. If they are good talkers (I hoped that filmmakers should be talkers), I will tell them my legend - where did I suddenly break off the station the other day. After all, it appears everywhere that I wanted to stay here for a month ...

I dressed again in my Jedi costume and walked along the deck gallery towards the hotel. They will hang out in the casino, and later in the concert hall there will be a song and dance ensemble with Swans. We are not canceling the girl, on the contrary, now it would be especially useful. On the way, I went to a store with galaxy map programs. He asked for a good imitator and a map of the Swans, but he chose from the offered packages the one where there was Aldebaran to the heap.

I never gambled, but I always adored the casino, like everything glamorous. Girls with peacock tails, men furious with cool peppers, music, dancing ... I made a stupid smile on my face and entered, making the best impression on the administrators of the establishment. I took a cocktail in the bar and, slowly and smiling, went to look for filmmakers. - Three guys and two girls in the range of 20-25 years old sat modestly on the sidelines, in the “cheaper” zone. So, having slightly quarreled with money, I could achieve their location, and pretended to be already slightly drunk.

The uncle-friend of Joy, who came to drain the dough and treat the young, was greeted by creative guys and girls cordially, allowed to sit between the girls, their names were Lilit and Maat (apparently, creative pseudonyms like with a touch of pankukha, gotukha or chernukha, but they looked so normal, it will do ). The guys called themselves in honor of the northern gods - Thor and Volos, and the third was called - Wagner, and was among all the main director.

This whole company flew here two weeks ago with the Swans (they were born, raised and lived there on the 3rd planet). Here they hang out, look for useful connections, and in general they are waiting for the same transport worker at the 22nd parking lot. He's carrying supplies for an exploration station to a planet not far from here, on Perseus. With this board, under an agreement with the customer, they will get to the geologists - to make a documentary film and several news stories about their exploration mission of a unique, resource-rich, yet uninhabited planet. They also have to shoot sources for future maps, simulators and other programs for this planet, process a video archive made by the geologists themselves. For everything - 100 gold for five, not bad money for them.

But they also want to climb there and shoot for themselves. There are locations on the planet that are unique in their beauty and inconceivability, where they planned to shoot clips for their album. Wagner made the music, Thor and Volos wrote the lyrics, and Lilith and Maat, respectively, sang. On the 2nd planet of Perseus, in outlandish caves, in stone blue deserts, against the background of a purple sky, in the surroundings of a reconnaissance station and all sorts of technotronics, they thought that they would get test clips.

It was clear from their faces that they were in space for the first time, and, of course, they were already discouraged by how boring and expensive it was. But they still had a flight, albeit only a week, on a transporter ...

They were just discussing the features of flights on transport ships that they became aware of - there are no cabins as such, instead of them there are nooks in the corners, minimal imitation of gravity, the cheapest air, strict water limits, low light, a toilet in which you need to sit tightly on dirty, of course, a toilet bowl, so that it sucks shit out under pressure that replaces gravity, a drip washbasin ... Girls of fine mental organization were preparing to endure ...

I suggested it would be better to have a good drink than to discuss the inevitable. Ordered good whiskey, salads, juice and meat, and everyone cheered up. That's why I love young and poor artists. They devoured from the belly - that's the joy.

By the way, they strongly respected Joy, and it seems that they had known him for a long time. He sometimes gave them some work in virtual news - they filmed news stories from different planets for him in the studio. I told them that I was also interested in such cases, and maybe one day I would order a reportage or two.

So we gradually became friends. I laughed and told various Jedi tales, and they listened with their mouths open. I was inspired by their attention and lied, having lost all conscience - it would be nice if they later made a movie based on these bikes.

Then they showed me their videos on the phone - it really was a mixture of gothic and punk, a healthy admixture of youthful suicidal enthusiasm, a strong charge of Satanism and pessimistic romance. Lilith blushed, on her white deathly face of a Gothic princess, bright ruddy cheeks appeared, like those of a spring peasant woman. Maat, when she laughed in a bass voice, opened her mouth wide, happy, turning from a dark elven huntress into a drunken contented sergeant.

I caught the longing in the eyes of the northern gods, it seems they were jealous. I did not offend the guys, I still have a trip to the song and dance ensemble ahead of me ... Therefore, I did not flirt with their wards too zealously. Wagner, after the whiskey, became sadly dreamy and often rolled his eyes in the direction of the chandelier. Everything shows that he dreamed of just such a flight into space, of meeting a Jedi at a space station ... Thor neighed like a horse, his eyes shone, he became like a boy playing an interesting toy. Volos just laughed with a naive childish laugh, as if he suddenly found himself at home.

The icy and deserted, alien and indifferent space suddenly became for them the way they expected to see it - cheerful, mysterious, fraught with adventures, fears and joys. Such a cosmos is like the arrival of a father from a long business trip for a little son. When a father is cheerful, happy, and plays with you, and gives you gifts, and tells you interesting things, and reliably protects ...

Everyone got drunk together and I told stories about the 3rd planet of Sagittarius, where at the very end of summer there is such heat and stuffiness that fruits fall from the trees, a rotting, fetid slurry of fruits crushed under their own load, wanders in the sun and flows like real wine rivers, and cereals in the same way give real rivers of fragrant, transparent, like tears, moonshine. The smell is such that it is impossible to be there without a spacesuit, although, of course, many desperate alkonauts breathe boldly and fall on their backs on the gentle banks of these rivers to, as they say, drink from the heart. Perhaps this is the most dangerous planet in the Universe, according to statistics, they do not return from there more often than from the Gemini system, where there is eternal anarchy and war of criminal clans.

A truly strong Jedi, however, can live there until autumn, when wine and moonshine stop flowing in rivers, ordinary water begins to run instead of them, and an icy wind from the poles completes the sobering. Then, the surviving tourists, haggard, shivering from tremors and cold, uncertain shadows gather around their ships and are carried away to the stars.

Thor, with burning eyes, offered to make a documentary film about this planet and shoot clips there. Not in the usual manner of their team, on the contrary. The guys will sing in the frame, the three of them, like the heroes will fearlessly slurp from the miracle rivers. It will be rock and roll, harsh men's songs about freedom and war will be sung, and girls will grieve and cry on the sidelines. We have already roughly figured out the background and effects, and how much it costs and what route to rush there ...

Among Skywalkers, drinking was not encouraged, but we had no commanders and bosses, the title of Jedi was awarded once and for all after graduation from the Academy, we never held positions or worked for a salary. In short, a Jedi cannot be demoted or fined, fired, or generally punished. The addiction to booze was recognized as a weakness that the star wolf had to fight, but which spoke of the presence of a living soul in him. “Drinking means the soul hurts, which means it still exists,” our philosophers said. Some even believed that a skywalker without a soul was dangerous to the universe, so simple and proven measures to prevent alcoholism at the Academy on Homland were not applied to cadets.

In the special services, agents, for example, drink and do not get drunk, they are prepared that way. The cadet is seated at the table and forced to drink. As signs of severe intoxication appear, they are shocked so that they almost fly out of their sockets. And so many times. As a result, when the state of intoxication approaches, the body remembers the severe pain and automatically throws a ton of adrenaline into the blood. A person falls into a stupor for a few seconds, and comes out of the stupor already sober. Dangerous for the heart, but useful for their difficult service.

Well, we, skywalkers, do not serve anyone, - I explained to the guys when Thor began to puke. Awkwardly trying to cover his mouth with his palms, he vomited into the sleeves of his jacket - moving his shoulders with energetic jerks - one could feel the youth and strength of his body. Wagner stood up, wanting to pick him up from the table, but, swaying, collapsed back into his chair. The girls were ashamed of their friends, but I said that everything was fine and there was nothing to be ashamed of. Only a truly honest and free person can afford to get drunk properly, which, without a doubt, Thor was.

Volos, who was still quite combat-ready, and I lifted Thor by the shoulders and dragged him to the exit. Lilith and Maat helped Wagner walk. Together we walked through the casino hall and out into the lobby to the elevators. I drove with them to their floor, where there were simpler rooms - they rented one for five for half a gold piece a month. We went in and laid Thor on the bed, hanging his head, he continued to puke on the floor until we came up with a basin for him. Wagner passed out on his bunk, the rest gathered to drink tea and invited me to stay, but I bowed and left. We agreed to see each other again, but for now we ended up in networks and chats.

I had plans for a dance song ensemble. I, satisfied that I was not too drunk, but only tipsy, danced slightly along the floor to the elevators in order to return to the central block of the hotel. There, stopping at the huge “windows” with a drop-dead imitation of a space view with sparks of stars, moving lights of ships approaching and receding towards the station, a delightful view of the station’s reactor block, which rotated like a sparkling ball, casting blue and dark red reflections, sometimes shone black, sometimes with silvery metal, there, looking at all this, he calmly smoked, making sure that he was definitely not drunk.

He moved, smiling politely, bowing intelligently to those he met, towards the concert hall. In general, 45th is famous not only for casinos and taverns, but also for this hall. Its acoustics are highly respected by professionals, and sometimes quite eminent bands schedule the central concerts of world tours here. The 45th, if it got into the world news, was only with stories about a super show in its concert hall. Although, of course, the choir of girls from the Swans has never been considered a pearl of world art, but was valued exclusively by preoccupied males of all races for the physical attractiveness of the artists.

The concert had just ended, but I was not upset that I did not watch their show for the 1500th time. I, past the security guard, using my respectable appearance, went behind the stage, into the dressing rooms. With a stony imperturbable muzzle, he bowed to the oncoming ones, everyone who might think that I should not be here. He let out a soothing psi-wave in front of him so as not to scandal, and got to the door with the name Jace.

2.3

I've known Jace for a long time—virtually. I've been liking all her I*******m photos for probably a year now, sometimes adding enthusiastic comments. Some of my comments even received her likes. This, of course, is not an acquaintance, but it greatly facilitates an acquaintance, or at least a meeting. Yesterday I wrote to her that I was going crazy, I was nearby - on the 45th, and I would not forgive myself if I did not express my admiration, I would not fall at her feet personally ...

Beauties with Swans are famous for their slenderness and even thinness, long neck, in general, the human-speaking name of the system suits them very well. Jace was sitting by the mirror removing her stage make-up. She was really delightful - a bright brunette with capricious pursed lips, young cheeks, sly eyes of a mature bitch. She had already let her hair out of the bun, which was given to all the girls in the ensemble, and they scattered down her back in a fatal black cloud-shock. Such ash-colored hair draws the eye like black holes. You peer, drown there, until you realize that the event horizon has passed, time has changed its course, and now space is twisting into a funnel and there is only one vector of movement - towards it. And time is now counted in the system “before it” and “after it”.

She was still dressed in her bright red uniform. Pointed shoulders with lining, fleecy epaulettes, velvet lapels at the collar, a tight short skirt, bare legs without pantyhose and red high-heeled shoes.

In my youth, right after the Academy, I got a lot of freebies from beauties on different planets. Then the Jedi were surrounded by an aura of mystery, nobility, romance. Girls are so arranged that they are susceptible to public opinion. Back then, everyone thought she sucked if she didn't drag a star knight into her bed. I used it, and they put a note in their biography about the fulfillment of this fad. I caught gifted orgasms, rejoiced in the sparks of dizzying moments, and they, in my face, apparently, fucked either with space, or with advanced humanity ... I felt every time that the next body was not with me now, but with something fictitious that I'm just a symbol of something that's valuable to them.

But I was not upset, but took what was given. Then, when the Jedi fell out of fashion and became synonymous with jerks, I quickly realized that for quick sex now you have to pretend to be a security agent. At that time, "specialists" came to power, Internet security was the main topic. Programmers protected the galaxy from fearsome pirates, rebellious hackers and fierce haters. Every self-respecting channel made a series about a hero-agent, they were sung about with aspiration by singers from every scene.