A Bebagging We Will Go

Writers: Emma, Len
Date Posted: 28th August 2011

Characters: Hanni, T'bel
Description: T'bel enlists Hanni in his scheme to get revenge for what happened to G'wen at the party
Location: Dragonsfall Weyr
Date: month 3, day 10 of Turn 6

"Okay girl, I need your devious mind." T'bel flopped down beside
Hanni, his bronze flit crooning at Hanni's green before hopping off
his shoulder to beg a scratch off of the pretty greenrider. T'bel
watched him and absetmindly rubbed his shoulder. "How come no one
ever tells you just how heavy these things get after a morning with
them on your shoulder?"

"Hmmm.... " She eyed the little bronze before giving into him. "What have
you been doing to him," she said, before turning her attention to T'bel.
"What for?"

He chose to ignore her first question in favour of the second. "Well,
we need to get back at someone...or a few, but we'll start with one."

"Tell me more," she said finding a little treat for the bronze in her
pocket.

"Well, little G'wen...he had a bad run-in the other day..." T'bel's
voice trailed off, thinking about the way the boy was acting lately.
He wasn't stupid, he knew some guys were getting to him.

"And..." she paused to let him go on.

"Well, two guys at a party...they didn't know the meaning of 'no' and
tried to force him..." Thinking about it, even now, made him want to
both cry for the poor child and punch the life out of those two.
"Well, in the end, that F'neb boy..he and his weyrmate helped out and
G'wen also punched one of the jackasses' and broke his nose. But
girl, I want revenge. No one's got the right to treat any greenrider,
let alone a weyrling, like that. What do you say? You want to help
me get revenge?"

"So what were you thinking?" Knowing T'bel, it would be devious, cruel and
funny. that and the whole Weyr would be talking about it.

"Short of doing to them what they were planning on the boy? I'm not
100% sure, that's why I'm drafting your devious mind in on this. What
d'you think?" He idly watched the flits chirping to one another and
added, "maybe I should have given that child this guy anyways. At
least he would have been protected with a big flit like Swift around."

"Something, involving public humiliation," she suggested.

"Of course, that's a given." He snapped out of his thoughts. "All I
can think of is making them wear frilly knickers, but there has to be
something else..something that happens right out in the open where
everyone is watching..."

"Debagging them?" she suggested. "That involves no underwear in the end. Let
everyone see how small they are in more ways than one."

"Debagging them? How do we do that?"

"All we need are a couple of willing lower caverns girls, I think I know one
or two who like the chance of taking their pleasures in a more 'public'
setting."

T'bel grinned, liking this idea. "I knew your devious mind would work
in our favour! So how do we get this carried out?"

"Well let me talk to the girls, and after that, I think we just let it
happen."

"Which ones?" T'bel could think of a few who would be good, but was
curious as to which ones Hanni thought of as well.

"Nissal is one," she said. "Shortish, long blond hair, looks like butter
wouldn't melt."

"Yes, good choice. How about that older sister of Catrien's? She
looks meek and helpless, but's like her mother inside." A wicked
smile spread across T'bel's face. "Oh, we forgot all about H'ken! He
even looks a bit like G'wen...and I_know_he's done some seriously evil
things to boys before."

"All we need to is get them to persuade those dimglows they are interested,
and that the Dining Cavern at meal time is a good place... and then let
things take their course."

"Yes, and get G'wen were he can watch it all unfold. Poor kid, I just
don't get it, it's not like he's the prettiest thing in the Weyr by
any means." He sighed and shook his head.

"Some people just have it," she said. "Did I ever tell you about the time I
nearly got caught?"

"No! Go on." He grinned at her and settled back to hear this one.

"Well lets just say that I was feeling adventurous, a glass or two of wine
helped," she grinned.

"Ugh! You are_such_a tease! Just bloody tell me before I get too old to
care!"

"That was how I got myself into that state..." She took a moment to scratch
Swift's eye ridges. "He dared me, and I was right up for it after a few
kisses, then when things got interesting... I was sat on his lap, ready for
the main event, when his Wingleader arrived, wanting a word. We had to bluff
it out and tell him he'd be there in five minutes."

"Huh? Were you in a skirt or something?" T'bel tried to figure out
how that was covered up.

She nodded, "Something that could hide a multitude of sins, like the fact
that his trousers were definitely undone, and he was pleased to see me." A
wicked grin crossed her face.

"So, was it worth it in the end?" He grinned at her, as Hanni had
been in more scraps than anyone else he knew, by a mile.

"By the end of the evening it was."

"Hanni..what am I gonna do with you?" A thought occurred to the man.
"You know what...why don't you give G'wen a talk, you know, teach him
about how to flirt, get out of scraps like this, that sort of thing?"

"I'm not sure he'd listen to me," she said. "He's like, like he's got
something to prove to himself for the moment."

"Or the rest of the Weyr. Too bad he looks so young. Maybe that's
what we can do, make him look a bit older, get him out of those
oversized clothes and trim his hair up a bit more."

"That might work," she said after a moment to think about it.

"Okay then, go grab your scissors, I'll grab the boy and in the
meantime if I see any of the girls we talked about or H'ken I'll get
them in on our plan." He gathered up Swift before plopping him back
on his shoulder with a low groan. "This one has to go on a diet as
well. My shoulder can only take so much of this."

"Well I'll see you back here in half a candlemark then."

"Make it my weyr. We can all relax and have a beer after we cut his
hair. Maybe let him in on our plot." From his spot on T'bel's
shoulder, Swift have Hanni a cheerp good-bye like he had thought up all
the details they had just gone over.

"Your weyr," she repeated, getting to her feet.

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