<div align="center"><strong>~* Mae Little aka "MeiMei"- Bored out of her….. wait!  What’s that noise?? – The Gamble *~</strong></div><br/>Admiring her slick red polish, Mae stretched her hand out before her, squinting as she examined the job with a critical eye.  She formed a fist, twisting her wrist to bring her newly painted nails close to her lips and blew a soft breath, hoping to quicken the drying process. She smiled, thinking of that morning and being in Vincent’s arms, she couldn’t wait for him to return all sexy and sweaty….. Mae moaned. “You need a shower baby” she purred aloud imagining herself helping him, making sure to get him messy before licking him clean. The sultry pilot purred, leaning over the console to see if she might be able to spot the sexy co-pilot.  What she saw doused her with an icy cold fear, dropping her jaw and spilling the open red nail polish on the cockpit floor.<br/><br/>At first Mae became irrationally angry, pounding on the glass of the cockpit trying desperately to get Vincent’s attention.  Not that long ago she had specifically requested that he be careful with himself and come back to her in one piece and now there he was, rolling around on the hot dessert sand, playing with his gun!!!<br/><br/><strong>BANG!</strong><br/><br/>The sickening sound caused another shiver of fear to run along the curve of her spine. The blood drained from her cheeks as the reality of what was happening sank in. They were under attack…not just Vincent… but all of them. Turning quickly, Mae stumbled over the bag that had fallen to the floor from her sudden movement, scattering its contents across the cockpit. She tumbled onto her knees, falling onto the cockpit floor, releasing a slew of curses that would make a Zong yi blush.<br/><br/>“Ta Ma Duh! He chu-sheng za-jiao de zang-huo! ! Qing wa kao de liu mang !!! Ta Ma De Hun Dan!”<br/><br/>Scrambling to her feet, Mae angrily kicked the makeup bag out of her way, not realizing that the first three buttons of Vincent’s shirt had come loose in the rush to help, with one missing completely. She moved quickly from the cockpit, running with long, even strides along the ship's corridor while calling out to those who might be within earshot. Taking the stairs two at a time, Mae nearly lost her footing and tripped, barely avoiding breaking her neck as she moved swiftly towards the action. She hadn’t stopped to dress properly, still draped in only the white button down shirt belonging to Vincent, only now the top three buttons had gone missing.<br/><br/>Not only had the impulsive young flyer not stopped to properly dress, but she hadn’t thought clearly enough to grab a weapon, not that she would be able to do much with one had she had one handy. Mae fancied herself a fighter with skill, when in reality she was barely coordinated to keep walking one foot in front of the other without tripping.<br/><br/>Coming to a skidding stop, Mae stumbled into a group of stacked boxes stubbing her bare toes and earning another badge from the foulmouthed brigade. “Wang ba dan de biao zi! Zhe shi shen me dohng shee!” Three more gun shots rang out, making Mae squeal, uncharacteristically girlish and dive for cover.<br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</div><br/><br/>Browncoat: Zong yi<br/><br/>Motherfucker: Ta Ma Duh<br/>Filthy fornicators of livestock: He chu-sheng za-jiao de zang-huo!<br/>Frog-humping son of a bitch: Qing wa kao de liu mang<br/>Mother-humping son of a bitch: Ta Ma De Hun Dan.<br/>Stupid inbred stack of meat: Ben Tian Sheng De Yi Dui Rou<br/><br/>Whores of SOBs: Wang ba dan de biao zi<br/>What is this (crap)?: Zhe shi shen me (dohng shee)?<br/>