The Making Of Nibs - Chapter 1 And 2 free porn video

Chapter 1 - Nibs' Beginning Sat in a living room of Damien Cameron home in Suraban, was Richard C, Damien and K Dog. Richard placed his mug of coffee down asking, "Do you think I should put Nicholas Calton forward for selection to the Academy?" Damien stood to walk to the window saying as he went, "Yeah, from the work he did for us on that operation was excellent, and if that's a sample of the work Nicholas has the ability to do then yes. The only issue is how will he react to the truth about what is happening here?" K Dog looked at Damien and then Richard, after a second pause he said, "I think Nicholas will excel in the environment as long as we give him the training to handle himself, he may be fit but how strong is he and what is his fighting skills like?" "Those I have an idea on already, they ain't bad, and she uses short staves as her preferred close combat weapon," Richard said. "With that, I would have problem seconding your choice then," K Dog replied before taking a mouth full of coffee. "Right then I'll send the email to the Selection committee and let them know to start the observation of Nicholas." ***** "You know selection for next years Academy intake is coming up in the near future Gareth?" Sarah lent back against the back of her leather office chair. In front of her was a four meter long desk. In the front left hand corner was a 27" LCD computer monitor, on the screen was a spinning wolf's head encircled by the words 'The Gangrel Gang - Let us be victorious by any means' in front of which was a wireless keyboard and mouse. On the opposite side of the desk was a PDU which was sat in it's charger. The LED on the top was green which indicated is was on the Net waiting for Sarah to need it. "Yeah I do and you thinking of forwarding a Gangrel Street Gang Unit or something?" Gareth replied whilst he went about sorting out a coffee for himself and Sarah. "Yeah." Sarah sat forward and reached for the keyboard and mouse. She brought up the unit rosters of all the Gangrel Street Gang Units, scrolling to the line entry for the Bitch Vixens. She then pressed return and the screen displayed the database entry for the Bitch Vixens. Listed on the screen was all the operations the unit had done since it joined the ranks of the Gangrels some 25 years ago. She scrolled done and stopped when the screen displayed the operations of the unit for the last four years. "Which unit you planning of forwarding to the selection committee then?" Gareth asked as he walked to one of the three leather chairs in front of the desk. "Bitch Vixens." Gareth smiled and nodded his head in an approving way, "Good choice, but are they ready to join the ranks of The Conspiracy, especially with what happened to Paul and Sandra's mum and dad." "I think so, I think they will take the truth in their stride when they know the complete picture of what's happening." ***** 14th Juwar 2068 07:30AN Nick headed for the front door, passing the coat hooks beside the door calling to his mum, "I'm off out to the party I told you about. Don't expect me home until tomorrow sometime mum." He felt much better now than he did during the exams, happy at the fact school had finished, and he was wearing a couple of items that slightly lifted him from the pit of depression he had been suffering since arriving at Central High. The bullying from the Aces was the main reason for him suffering from the depression. "Ok hun. Have fun tonight, and don't get drunk," his mum responded, turning from the work she was doing on the family's computer which was sat under the front window in the living room. He thought, 'Jacket or no jacket? Jacket,' he decided taking it before opening the front door. A few steps down the path leading to the house he turned thinking, 'I think this weekend will be the start of something new and a lot of fun. I wonder why Paul and Sandra invited me to the party, they know I have nothing even close to the clothes they wear.' He went back to facing forward starting the short walk to the bus stop heading for South Central 6 Plaza. Nick carried his jacket as the sun was warm and the sky was a light blue, off to the east the sky was getting a little darker as evening drew on. As Nick reached the bus stop he saw a two people waiting. Nick looked up at the sign indicating arrival times, after looking down the list, the last item displayed was the bus he wanted. The arrival time indicated it was due in five minutes. 'I think tonight will be a fun, and who knows,' a subtle smile growing on his lips. Nick watched the two women standing in front of him. He saw that they both looked like they had just finished work for the week and were looking forward to the weekend off. The second one in the cue saw the bus she wanted, moving to the front to she could stick her hand out. The bus slowed and stopped. She climbed on, paying the bus driver the cost of the ticket. After a couple of minutes Nick saw the bus he wanted. He too moved to he front to indicate he wanted the bus to stop. The driver slowed and stopped, the doors hissed open, to allow both Nick and a second man on who arrived just as the bus pulled up. Nick dropped the three decks for the ticket into the hopper. He took the ticket, after it was printed, moving down the bus to a free pair of seats where he sat to look out of the window. 'Was this night and party the start of his new life, will I be in control or will things over take me. Who knows, but I bet it will be fun finding out.' As the bus approached South Central 6 Plaza Nick stood, pressing the bell to indicate someone wanted to get off at the next stop. Nick left the bus and the driver pulled away, he rang Sandra, the friend who had invited him to the party. She was known as a Goth in school, due to the clothes and the makeup she wore, which were black or dark coloured clothes and white makeup with contrasting dark and rich colours, mainly reds, blues and violets. Nick walked down 76th Street, where he bumped into two girls he had seen hanging around the group both Paul and Sandra hung out with. Nick looked at the pair seeing that the left one was wearing black baggies and a t- shirt with a wolf's head and the words Gangrel Street Gang. Over the top was a leather jacket, the zip was about a third of the way closed. Her face was oval in shape but she had friendly eyes and a friendly smile, her hair was shoulder length and brown she said, "Hi, I'm Tina and this is Abs. Sandra asked us to meet you as she is waiting for a couple of other people to arrive at the pub." Nick heard a male voice, not a female one as would the clothes and the pair of breast would indicate. Abs was wearing a similar pair of baggies, a Dark Legion top and like Tina a leather jacket except Abs had two buttons done up. Her hair was matt black and platted all the way to her waist. They were both wearing a similar style pouches on their left hips. The three walked Nick looked a little more closely at the pair and even though they both were wearing leather jackets he swore they both had budges just under their left arm pits and the right hand side had similar lumps. ***** "Here we are," said Tina turning down some steps heading into the basement of a tenement block. Nick and Abs followed Tina down the steps. They walked down the stairs leading to the front door. Tina who was in the lead opened the door, then stepped inside. Inside she held the door open for both Nick and Abs to enter. Upon entering Nick saw Sandra and Paul sitting at one of the tables along with a few people, some he had seen hanging around with the Paul and Sandra. Nick walked to the bar looking around at the underground bar. The walls of the main room were lined with what looked like oraka panels, but, from the neighbourhood, it was likely fake or laminated. The rest of the fixtures turned it from an underground bar into an old style pub of the mid 1900s. The rest of the cliental looked like good people. Most of them kept to themselves. The three walked towards the bar where Nick ordered a pint a Caferras. Tina and Abs then ordered a pint of Cabilla each. Standing at the bar Nick watched the barman pour the three drinks. The barman placed Nick's Caferras on the bar asking, "Three decks, please?" Nick handed the barman three deck coins, picked up the glass turning to face the group he was meeting before going to the main party. They where sat a few feet away in the middle of the main Taproom. Nick saw Tom sitting with the friends, Tom looked up from taking a mouthful of lager and called, "Hey Nick.." Nick approached the group carrying his glass, he looked around and saw a spare chair under an empty table and grabbed it. He moved the chair so it was close to the group, sitting down after a couple of the people had made room in the circle. Nick placed the glass down turning to face Tom. "Hi Tom. Good to see you here. At least I'm not the only person out of place here. I thought you weren't going to make it?" Tom replied "No. I put my foot down and walked out. I needed a party to celebrate the last exam and not having to go back after I give the books I borrowed back, which I'll do on Moroth." Paul look at where Nick was saying, "Hello Nick, it's good to see you made the party," after Paul had seen Nick. "Yeah hi Nicki." Sandra turned to look at Nick, saying when Tina and Abs when they had approached carrying their glasses of Cabilla, "Oh hi you two." Nick heard Sandra say, 'Nicki', but decided to make nothing of it, shrugging his shoulders. He then took the glass and took a mouthful and ending up with a white line of the froth across the top of his mouth, which he wiped away with the back of his hand. "Hi Sandra," both Abs and Tina responded and also joined Nick in grabbing two chairs and sitting down. ***** After a few drinks had been bought and consumed. Paul stood saying to the group, "Shall we head back to the house." Sandra looked at Nick as he stood, placing the chair back where she had taken it from. 'Nicki, I so want this weekend to be special and for you to embrace your other side, and also join us the Bitch Vixens Gangrel Street unit.' Paul led the group which consisted of Nick, Abs, Tina, Sandra, Paul, Tom, Nancy, and Jonathan out the back way and down the back alleyways. Nick knew South Central was classified as a slum district by the city council. They didn't have the funds to do anything about it changing that classification. Looking around at the state of the alleys and backstreets Nick began to wonder about the entire corporation and governmental system and the fact it only seemed to serve those in employment and not those out of work. Most of the bins were overflowing with rubbish. Even though the light was fading and would be gone in a hour, Nick's vision could make out small damp spots in the darkened corners. Paul was still leading the group as they crossed a local small piece of parkland, in which was a few beatup old swings and a slide. The conversation mixed with laughter was about school, life and those who deserved a good beating. The journey took a few minutes. Nick and Tom were walking just behind Jonathan. Nick took a very close look at the back and just under the armpits of Jonathan, where Nick saw two lumps just under the armpits, he then recognized a shoulder holster setup from the outline he could see under a tightish leather jacket. Nick then knew that at least three and more than likely all the Goths where all armed with at least pistols. Paul led the group out of a footpath that linked the parkland with a minor road on which was the Paul and Sandra's home. Nick looked both ways and saw the street, more like a dirt track than an actual road, as in places the tarmac had gone and the ground showed through and in other places were potholes. Nick turned with the group and walked down the road towards the house. Nick saw the area in front of the house was totally covered in concrete. Sticking out from the main house was an extension with a window, a long window curtained ran down the side of the house a few feet from the wall was a fence line. In front of the house and extension were a couple of motorbikes standing on their main stands, both of them had bit's of their engines missing. Also stood on the concrete was an old four door family car, both the rear doors were missing as was the bonnet, which was stood up against the front of a house. Paul turned down the driveway which headed down and was between the two wings, the left hand wing was larger than the right hand on. Nick turned the corner and saw ten various motorbikes. Paul headed for some steps up to a small veranda in front of the front door. As Sandra was behind Nick and Tom , Nick stepped to left hand side and Tom stopped to allow Sandra up the steps before them. Tom moved to follow Sandra up the steps first. Nick looked over at the motorbikes and climbed the steps. Nick saw Sandra waiting in front of the door in. As Nick reached the veranda Sandra asked, "Why are you here Nicki?" Nick stopped in front of her, her head cocked to one size as if she were sizing him up. "It's better than being at home waiting to be told to pack again and I've just finished my exams today. Come on, you invited me Sandra. Don't you remember the email you sent me a couple of weeks ago concerning the party and earlier this week yours and Paul's personal invite." "Yeah I do remember. I was surprised you came, as you didn't strike me as the type to enjoy all night parties." "I do sometimes, but I have to know the people who are going or organising it." Sandra led Nick into the house. The open front door looked onto the living room-cum-open-plan kitchen. All the walls were a light red with indigo borders and doors. Along the back wall was an open fire and a large screen which had patterns that changed in time with the music which was playing from hidden speakers. The kitchen was split into one section with the washing-up sink in a large alcove to the left of the front door, the other section with the cooker and microwave was straight ahead of the door. Sticking out from the wall opposite the front door was a breakfast bar with a few seats tucked under it. Just round the corner from the front door was another door which Nick guessed might lead to the bedrooms. The living room itself smelled good, three different incense sticks were being burnt. Candles in holders were also burning dotted on the walls and on the large low table located in the middle of the room. Already present were fifteen people most Nick hadn't seen around the school, but they all were wearing the same type of clothes as Paul, Sandra and the others, all of them sitting on cushions, bean bags, or low-backed comfy armchairs. The addition of the new arrivals the living room was about full with out having space issues. The only two not dressed in traditional Goth clothing were Tom and Nick. Tom was dressed in dark blue jeans and a red T-shirt and Nick in light-weight trousers and light blue T-shirt. Paul took Nick's, Sandra's jacket and shoulder holster rig . He turned, and headed for the other door, he disappeared through it. Sandra walked to the kitchenette, where the sink was, and got herself an the open bottle of Cabilla from the fridge and two glasses from the draining board beside the sink. After she had poured out two glasses she put the bottle it back in the fridge. She placed the two glasses down on the breakfast bar, removing a stool and sitting down. Nick moved to stand on the living room side of the bar. Nick's improved hearing easily hearing the various conversations happening in the main section of the room. Tom sounded like he was enjoying him self. Nick took one of the glasses taking a mouthful of Cabilla, a drink Nick liked. Nick watched Sandra thinking, 'Are you the one person everyone looks for, the perfect match. I think I now understand what my life has been leading to. You know nothing about me and yet I feel as if you know me.' The feeling of warmth and friendship he was feeling coming from the whole room was like nothing Nick had every felt before. The closest feeling Nick could remember was the friendship he had had with Jum-Fu and Wong-Ma all those years ago. 'I hope those two still want to be friends.' Nick hit himself internally. 'Why didn't I keep in contact with my friends.' Sandra went to the pouch on her left hand side removing after opening it, a small pipe, lighter and a two once tin. The smell from the tin after Sandra had opened it was pleasant, not unlike the smell of some flowering plants. Sandra took a small amount of a dried green plant, tearing it up before placing it in the large open end of the pipe. She then took the lighter lighting it and placing the small end against her lips. She drew air through the pipe which drew the flame from the lighter into the bowl of the pipe. Sandra sucked the air through the pipe for a couple of seconds, she then held her breath, exhaling slowly. "Yeah, I take people as I see them, not what they look like. And in both of you I see people who are loyal to their views on life. I know how you came to be at the school. Your family died in a terrorist explosion three years ago, the compensation award to you by the company for not protecting the health and safety of their contractors included schooling until the end of college." Nick looked at the pipe and saw the top was covered in plant ash. Sandra took the pipe back and took a second inhale and like before she held her breath, exhaling slowly, Sandra looked into the bowl and tapped the pipe against her lighter. Sandra took another draw on the pipe and again held her breath. After a few seconds she exhaled a stream of smoke into the air above her. "How come you know that?" Paul asked, "And that's bullshit, it weren't a terrorist attack, we'll tell you at some point what we were told happened by friends of our parents." Nick turned facing Paul who was sat of the arm of the closest sofa, "I did some research into the two of you. A little background news archive research, and what I told you is all I know, but I don't care about that. I see in both of you a loyalty to people who you call friends, and over the last nine months I've grown to respect the both of you in many ways." Nick took his glass and took a mouthful, continuing. "Even though you were almost never in school, the times you were you showed Tom and I respect and what I counted as friendship. Especially you, Paul, when you put that little twerp tight-end on the floor for giving me a dead arm." The gent sat beside Paul turned and offered a cigarette like object to Paul along with a lighter. Paul accepted it, then placed it in his mouth and lit it. When he had exhaled the smoke taken from the draw, he said, "That was nothing Nick. The twat deserved it; he had hit upon Abs and Sandra and had become a nuisance to both of them as well." Nick turned back to face Sandra. "And you Sandra, when I look at you I see friendly eyes and you always wear a smile when you see me." "Thank you Nicki. Oh, was it you that emailed me and Paul the notes from the lectures we missed?" she asked with a quizzical look on her face. Nick heard the name Nicki again and without knowing what the other names were, he assumed it was aimed at him. 'Ok, that's twice. How would you know that's the name I use when dressing. I never chatted to a real girl called Sandra in the Young Transgendered chat room I use.' "Yes it was." Nick looked away blushing a deep crimson. "Thank you Nicki." "Ok, what's this with Nicki?" As that was the third time Nick had heard 'Nicki' Now Nick just wanted to find out why? "Sorry, the first time I saw you walking to the far table in the canteen I saw someone who was down, but not the normal down of school life or the bullying you were getting. Let me explain. I watch people and being a Gangrel my vision is honed to quite a degree. In you I saw the muscle tone of a warrior, and sometimes I am able distern what sex the person should be. Yours I very definitely can, it shows as female. Don't you remember both me and Paul came and sat with you?" "Yeah I do." "As members of the Gangrel Street Gang we are taught to see, the way you sat and held yourself confirmed it for me. Being new to the school, most men would be out trying to make friends, some girls sit defensively and make friends when other people approach. You acted very defensively towards us and when we sat with you for the first few times. " "Yeah. I did. I think both me and Tom are a bit out of place here." "Yeah I know. The two girls Tina and Abs - we sent them to meet you," Paul said, after knocking the ash from the end of the cigarette passing it on to the woman sat in the arm chair proper. Both the girls smiled as they were stood at the end of the breakfast bar. Both moved and gave him a hug and a quick kiss. He just blushed deep red. Paul then stood up and walked to the fridge, opened it, he took out a can of lager it fizzed as he opened it. When he had taken a swig he asked, "Can I ask you something Nick? Tom, I know why you are here, you love a good party." At this Tom smiled and continued to drink from a can of lager. "Yeah, ask away," taking a mouthful of Cabilla, the glass was about two thirds full. Nick placed the glass back on the breakfast bar turning to face Paul as he did. "I guess you ain't too happy with your life of constant moving from place to place. Am I right in this?" Paul enquired, "How long before your next move?" "A few weeks, maybe a month tops. Yeah you're right, I do wish my family would just settle down someplace and give me a normal life." "Have you ever thought of doing a bunk and disappearing?" asked Sandra. "No, I've not had friends who would take me in to allow me that chance, plus it would hurt my family." "It's time for you to think about you Nick," Paul responded in a matter of fact tone to Nick's statement. "You will be going off to college in a couple of months anyway, they know that?" "True," Nick said, and after a pause, Sandra passed him the pipe reloaded, with fresh dried plant taken from her tin and a lighter. "What do I do with this Sandra?" "Smoke it. Stick the end with the small hole against your lips, hold the light over the bowl, light the lighter, and suck," replied Sandra in a sarcastic tone. Nick heard a chuckle from the people that had heard the question. Nick placed the small end against his lips and sparked the flint which lit the lighter. He then drew air through the pipe. The smoke from the burning dried plant his throat as it went down into his lungs, this caused the involuntary response of a bout of hard coughing as he brought mucus from the wind pipe into his throat to cool the burnt area. The coughing lasted for a good thirty seconds and even then he could still feel the tenderness of the area. When he had finished coughing, the chemicals in the smoke began to take effect and he felt himself relaxing. As he relaxed he began to hear the music and the smells from the various incense sticks being burnt helped by the excellent chill out music being played, slowly a smile of contentedness spread across his face. Sandra asked, "Do you want to stay in this city?" "Given the chance, no. But I ain't going to be able to go to the city I would want to live in." "Which is?" "Theabam, the capital of Jarrzar. I had a couple of very good friends there." "Ok. This ain't Jarrzar but I have grown to really like you over the few times I've been with you. Paul, Tina and Abs have all said yes to you living here if you want." "You serious?" responded Nick to this. "Very. I've never been more serious," replied Sandra. "Do you want to fit in here, Nick?" asked Paul. "Maybe." "I guess you are worrying about things like clothes, yes?" Paul asked. He nodded his head. "Don't worry about things like that. We plan ahead. We have to." Sandra picked up the two glasses of Cabilla moving from behind the breakfast bar, leading Nick to where a couple of empty bean bags. She then sat down with her legs out-stretched, placing the two glasses on the ground on the raised area of the fireplace. Nick took a long draw from the pipe and, for a second time, spent twenty seconds coughing. At this everyone in the room laughed and said at the same time "Welcome to the land of the stoned." Nick began to feel very light headed, everything started to spin. The next thing Nick realised he was sitting in the lap of Sandra. He could feel her hand slowly stroking his arm in a seductive manor. She brought her head close to his ear whispering, "Don't be startled and please hear me out." She paused getting a nod of Nick's head in response. "I know about what you do in your spare time. The cross dressing and all that." His eyes opened widely. "Hey! How?" he whispered back somewhat angrily. "You are not the only one who does research into people. I've been watching you for a few months. I've also broken into your place and found the clothes." "Shit, why didn't I upgrade the security at home?" "What?" "I'm a freelance security expert, I break into people's houses and test the security and, if the owners want an upgrade, I upgrade it so most thieves can't break in." "Ah... I see. You see Tina?" He nodded yes. "She is a full-time cross dresser and you know how good she is at Electronics; she made our bike communication system and it's also used by seven different units. Come with me and say goodbye to Nick." "Ok. I think I can see where this is going, and you don't mind?" "No, to be honest I have fallen in love with you, and it's not your male ego either." Sandra responded wearing the smile Nick loved so much. "Come with me then." Nick stood up and helped Sandra to her feet. He then followed Sandra as she moved around the outside of the main seating area towards the door that led to the bedrooms. Paul looked at the two as they headed for Sandra's room. He smiled and went back to smoking, chatting and listening to some excellent chill-out music. ***** Sandra led Nick outside, via her bedroom, where she grabbed her leather jacket and a second. The second one she handed to Nick. "You had better wear this. We've taking the bike. I want to show you the city after dark on this side of the street, where life truly is." "Ok." The two of them walked back through the living room, where Sandra took down two small black boxes from the shelf beside the front door. Sandra with Nick following walked into the early evening proper. Sandra walked to were her bike was parked under the veranda. She wheeled it out and propped it on the second stand. She handed Nick a small black box out of which came two pieces of wire, one was attached to a piece of material the second length of wire was attached to an ear piece. "Our communication system, put this on and we'll be able to chat as we are driving." "Ok," responded Nick smiling Nick clipped the black box to his trousers, placing the earpiece in his ear. He then watched Sandra put her's on and copied the location for the material band. Nick felt the small piece of technology was sown into the middle of the band. "Place the tech against your voice box, you only need to sub-vocalise and the technology in the material picks up the vibration that the voice box makes when you speak and via the box transmits it to all people on the frequency in the 3-mile range. The earpiece removes the air from your ear channel and then via the piece behind your ear vibrates the responses to the bones of your middle ear." "Ah, ok," He moved the technology in the material band around his neck until it was over his Adam's apple. He heard Sandra's voice over the earpiece say, "Do you hear me ok?" Rather than talking normally, he kept his mouth closed and forced the voice box to vibrate as if he was speaking. "Yeah, do you hear me?" "Yeah, I do." Sandra stood the Wazz-Uki 1000 up off its side stand and swung her leg over so she could sit on the bike. She flicked out the kick start, that was located on the right hand side, out. She semi stood and forced the kick start down hard. As the engine caught Sandra operated the throttle a little. She then let the engine drop to a gentle purr. She turned and patted the seat behind her. As she throtaled he heard the engine, even with his limited knowledge of motorbikes, the engine sounded well looked after. He walked towards the motorbike putting the jacket as he did. He swung his leg over the passenger's seat sitting behind Sandra, he wrapping his arms around her waist and held on. Sandra switched the lights on, pulled the clutch, dropped the gears into first, throttled up and pulled the bike out and up the darkening driveway. At the end of the driveway, Sandra turned left onto the street. He looked up and down the streets, only two street lights were lit. Nick saw the road was lined with houses similar to the Patterson's, either prefab or breeze block with fake wood fronting. Most had a small veranda in front of the front door and small gardens next to the driveways. Some of them were being used as dumping sites for all manor of items, most of it rubbish. At the junction of the minor road and the main road that ran from Richmond Park District and West Central District Sandra turned the bike east and headed towards Central Zone. ***** Sandra drove down the street at 40 miles per hour allowing Nick the chance to look around and see what life was like for the Lower and underclass of society. He looked at both sides of the streets up the side roads. What Nick saw disgusted Nick. He then began to recall what the Street Ghost Uhura had told and showed him on a few occasions. 'The corporations have a lot to answer for.' His thoughts went back to the conversation he had had with his father when they were living in Jarrzar and the chat with Wong-Ma's father about the corporate way. Looking at the corners as Sandra drove past, showed people down on their luck, street walkers, or the homeless. Other corners had groups of youths milling about looking for something to do. Eighty percent of the shops on the main road were either burnt out, had the fronts covered by heavy wooden sheets or metal grills. Nick heard, over the earpiece, Sandra's voice, "This is the real city, the corporations have priced 90% of the small independently owned local shops out of business. The only place people can buy anything are corporate-run Malls and mega-stores, where most of the stuff is over priced and not of good quality." "I never knew about this." Nick realized, 'Maybe Sandra was right. Maybe he was a warrior, a warrior for the people not the MegaCorporations he would have likely joined if he had not been offered this chance.' ***** Fifteen minutes after leaving the house, Sandra slowed and stopped the bike. She then kicked down the kick stand climbing off after Nick had. They both walked towards the edge of a drop. Nick stopped and stood next to Sandra looking out over the site. In front of him was a large site with tall chimneys, large buildings and large covered tanks, that probably contained some form of chemical. The chimneys were spewing smoke and all the buildings and tanks were lit up by powerful lights. His improved vision was picking out the various vehicles that were driving on the roads inside the compound, vapours coming from joins in the various pipes that ran all over the site. Surround the site was an eight feet high wall topped by barb wire facing out over the pavement. He looked at the towers that jutted out from the wall, each one looked as if they were for watching the inside of the walls. He knew that was to get around the laws that indicated anyone outside the grounds was under the judistiction of the city government. The convex mirrors and the two guards watching the city side of the wall proved how this corporation was getting around that World Government law. He settled his vision on one of the guard towers seeing the inside, he saw that most of the towers had at least three guards. Placed on a weapons rack, hung on the wall was five assault grade weapons. Each tower was equipped with ten high powered lights that shone towards the floor and out from the tower. "What is this place?" he asked. "This place was bought by the corporation your father and mother works for and is the reason why my mum and dad are dead. The previous owners in the upper management kept the budget to be spent on Health and Safety signs and warnings, far lower than other companies spent, to increase the bottom line. In the end most days it was a miracle an accident didn't happen. One day one did happen; a large stack of 25 gallon drums which contained a bio-hazardous chemical collapsed and crushed the cab on the truck my dad was driving. The resulting spill also killed mum. She was the first on the scene and the signs that should have been visible weren't. It was found out later than none existed at all on the entire sight, none of the drums had no signs others were even mis-labelled." "What happened after the accident?" "The corporation apologized and paid a pittance to us. They then sold the entire site to Ebbsu and made over four million on the sale. They did offer to school us both and pay for our college, but we weren't looking for that. We needed a lump sum to make sure that we were supported. The biggest advantage was that mum and dad owned the house outright, so we weren't homeless after the accident. Back on the bike. We have a three more places to visit. The next one is one of the few public hospitals run by the government left in the city." ***** The route Sandra took to the hospital, which was located south of the factory complex, took only ten minutes, but it ran through one of the many true slum areas of South Central and past one of the few Free Fire Zones which operated in or on the borders of the district. In these areas Nick knew from watching the various news programs that the law and order was in the hands of either the local gangs or strong men and small group of well armed thugs. Sandra stopped in the bike park outside the Emergency department the hospital operated. Both she and Nick walked inside. As Sandra walked through the door she was accosted by a young boy who slipped past Sandra and out through the double doors. Nick noticed that he looked ill, but he still had a smile on his face when he saw Sandra. His checked shirt was faded and the trousers he was wearing was torn in places. Sandra turned to face Nick. "I volunteer along with the most of the people at the party, and I know most of the regulars in here personally as I also home visit. The problem this and the other public hospitals have is that the corporations price the drugs at the point that if you don't have medical insurance you don't get the treatments. David, the young one we saw when we walked in suffers from leukaemia, and his parents can't really afford the drugs and treatments he needs, but they do so by not eating for days at a time. Some days when I come here I'm surprised that he's not gone." Nick stood to one side of the door and shook his head and looked at the waiting area, it was full to overflowing. He saw two doctors, five nurses and two orderlies, all had large bags under their eyes. The waiting room itself wasn't exactly clean, but it wasn't dirty either. Sandra had walked and sat down with one mother who was holding a small baby. She was quietly crying. ***** "Don't cry, what's wrong?" Sandra asked in a comforting voice. "My baby is sick. The doctor says he can't do anything. They don't have the necessary drugs to treat her, and I can't afford to go to the any other hospital." ***** Nick looked at the mother and seeing in her face the love she had for her baby. Inside Nick's stomach went very tight and his face changed from shock to one of anger for the Corporations generally. Nick walked calmly back walking to one of the columns supporting the cover for the entrance. He lent against the column and stared into the night sky, his face one of pure anger and hatred. ***** Sandra looked up from playing with the baby, she saw Nick had disappeared. She got up and wandered out the main door. From the light produced by the four working fluorescence tubes and the light streaming from the entrance, she saw him leaning up against a column looking into the night's sky the light being produced by the main moon. Sandra walked the short distance to where he was standing. "You ok?" "No," came Nick's reply, "I'm actually very angry. Earlier today I remembered what my friends in Theaban showed me all those years ago, the corporate brainwashing the schools do had an effect on me. Until now that is. Does the girl know who the father is?" Nick stood up turning to face Sandra. Sandra looked into a face of someone who had made up their mind, and The Creator help those who get in the way. "Wouldn't have thought so. Most of the mothers are single mothers, and the fathers are corporate middle and upper management that want a bit on the side as well as a nice family life. Do you want to head back to the house hun? I think you've seen enough for one evening." "Thanks. Where were you going to take me next?" Sandra walked beside Nick to where Sandra had parked the bike. "Just to the tower. It's a place where the street people go to be in a quiet place to chill, watch the corporates conduct business and to watch the world go by." "Let's go there. Can I drive for a bit?" "Yeah you can." She handed Nick the keys and let Nick sit on first. Nick slammed the kick start down and the engine caught. Nick let the engine settle into a purr. Sandra climbed on behind him. "So can I take it you are going to stay on this side of the street with us Dirt Siders?" Nick turned his head and smiled at Sandra. 'I think I have found my partner and equal.' ***** The journey from the hospital to the Tower, Nick was directed on a small tour of the city to see the sights and places the Dirt Siders called home, to sites the corps wanted, where thugs from other districts were transports in and forcibly removed the tenants from the tenement and apartment blocks. The city security forces providing a barrier between the angry locals and the thugs throwing the furniture from upper storey windows so that when the item landed it shatter or broke. Forcing the people to clear up the mess as the city security would arrest them for littering. "Only one problem with the evictions is where do the people go? Neither the corps nor the city governments are providing new homes for those they evict. So they are now homeless and unable to work, as legal employment needs to know where you are living at all times. Most will move into some of the derelict apartments and houses and start to scavenge from the rubbish the corporate owned buildings throw out." ***** Nick pulled up outside the Needle Dome Tower. Sandra climbed off and taking Nick's hand she led him to a busted window pane near where the lobby finished and the offices that made up the first five floors started. Once they where inside the lobby they found the only working lift to be at the bottom of the shaft, which normally indicated no one was on the observation platform or the top of the dome. They travelled up to the top of the dome, walking out on to the surface and sitting down looking north, out across the city towards the corporate centre of Central, South Docks and East Stevran Districts. The pair spent a good while there just looking out at the sky scrapers of Central. Watching the police, local news and radio station choppers as they went about their business. They both rolled and smoked an entire Cambar cigarette and laughed at some of their adventures in Suraban. The sounds that drifted up to them were the sirens of local and Echo Tech Security vehicles speeding down the roads, the local emergency response units, and just the sounds of vehicles moving around. Sandra looked up and saw her favourite star shape and pointed at it, Nick saw it and smiled. Neither of them wanting to destroy the special occasion this was. She looked into the face of Nick and saw happiness. 'Are you the one Sandra, are you the one I'm meant to spend my life with?' Nick thought. He too looked into Sandra's face and saw happiness at being here with him. Sandra thought whilst holding Nick's hand, 'Mum, dad I wish you were alive now to see me and also to welcome the Bitch Vixens' newest member I think.' After thirty minutes had passed, but it could have be a couple of hours for all the pair cared, Sandra said, "One more place to go Nick. Do you remember I said to let yourself go?" "Yeah I do." "Then do so and let me and the guys show you what you could look and feel like," she paused for a bit, "in reality. For if I am right then the Corporations are going to be in for a shock." "Ok." Nick responded smiling evilly to her self. 'Be warned, for the Black Fairy rises.' ***** They travelled back to where the motorbike was park. Nick drove back to the house and along with Sandra entered the house through the side door located on the furthest longest wall from the living room. Sandra led Nick into her bedroom. Nick looked around the room which was about the same size as Nick's old room, a fitted wardrobe on one wall, a dressing table opposite, and a double bed under the window. Sandra sat Nick in a chair beside the dressing table and asked him, "I want to ask you something." "Ok, ask away." "Will you Nick, allow me to transform you, from who you are now into who we both know you are inside here?" and she stabbed her finger into Nick's chest. "I do," replied Nick. "Undress then, totally." Sandra headed for her wardrobe starting to rummage through it. Nick did just that he undressed removing all of his clothes including the female mini briefs and top he had worn earlier. Nick knew his physique was not too bad, toned and honed by the cycling and shadow sparring he did. Most weekend's he would do a good forty miles in the higher gears and the route normally included at least two good hill climbs. His Sumdar afternoons were spent in the garden of his old home shadow fighting and running through the various forms and sequences he had been taught during his life on the road. The one advantage he knew he had, was, he had a lot less body hair than most men, including his dad, and most of it was really light in colour and difficult to see against his skin. "How much smoking terminology do you understand?" Sandra asked looking right at him. 'You are going to make one hell of a good looking Vixen.' "A bit. I know what a waterpipe and a pipe are and how to roll a cigarette, but that's about it, until I came here I have never even smoked a cigarette." "See my pouch? " Sandra said pointing to the pouch on her belt," Get the tin out and load the blue waterpipe with Cambar." "Ok." He hoped no one was going to walk in whilst he was in his current state. He stood and walked to where Sandra was still rummaging through the chest of draws beside the wardrobe. He took the tin out, opened it and scooped out some Cambar and loaded the waterpipe like Sandra had requested. She took a quick peek when it was loaded saying "Bring it here." Nick walked towards her carrying the waterpipe. Sandra stood and took the waterpipe, she took her lighter out lit it. After putting the large end against her mouth she took a good draw from the waterpipe which dubbled as she drew the smoke through the pipe and through the water. After finishing the smoke in the long tube she handed it to Nick along with the lighter. Nick also too took a good draw from it, this time only coughing a few times as the water cooled the hot smoke. he held it in for a few seconds exhaling the smoke slowly. Sandra stood up holding a black corset which she had taken from the hanger in the wardrobe. She passed him it along with a matching thong. Nick stepped into the thong and pulled it up. Sandra then moved around to Nick' s back wrapping the corset around Nick. The front middle was hooked from the bottom to the top. Sandra tightened the laces until it the corset was tight but not uncomfortable. Sandra then took a box from the top of the chest of drawers, opening it and taking out two breast forms which she slipped into the right locations. She removed them and applied a gluey substance to the flat back and for a second time she positioned them and stepped back. She nodded her approval at the way Nick was beginning to look. "See what I mean, I think ahead. Sit in the chair and Tina and I will do your makeup. You want a drink?" "Yeah please." He walked to the chair in front of the dresser and sat down waiting for Sandra and Tina to return. ***** Sandra walked through the door returning, a couple of minutes later. The door opened and she walked in with Tina, who smiled when she saw Nick sitting at the dressing table. Sandra handed Nick a cold can of lager. "Can I do this without you seeing the results until the end?" "Ok, I guess. As long as I can still drink!" ***** Tina took a blindfold from the top draw of the dresser and placed it over Nick's eyes. Sandra walked to the wardrobe whilst Tina took out the base foundation from the same drawer as the blindfold. Sandra took out a pair a hold up stockings, black baggies, two deep rich purple tops and a pair of steel toe capped biker boots whilst Tina was applying the make-up. Tina finished the application of foundation, waiting a short while to allow the foundation to dry slightly she applied the matt finishing powder. Sandra walked back after changing her top for the second one she had taken out. She lifted one of Nick's legs and slipped the silk hold-ups up his leg, she did the same to the other leg. Nick felt the silky item being pulled up and realised that these must be a pair of hold-up stockings. Sandra then placed Nick's feet into a pair of boots and them removed them. Tina finished applying the powder to the area's with foundation saying as she stepped away to see if she missed any areas. "Close your eyes hun. I'm about to remove your blindfold so I can do the last bit, your eyes." Nick closed this eyes and the blindfold was removed. Nick could feel the foundation being applied to the eye area and the area covered by the blindfold. He felt eye-shadow being applied to the eye lids, this feeling was followed by liquid eyeliner which he felt being applied to the upper lids along the edge of the eyelashes. The application of Mascara was the last job Tina did. Nick was at last able to take a swig from his can of beer. Whilst Nick was sitting in the chair Sandra slipped the baggies on, making Nick stand so she could pull them all the way up. This was followed by the pulling on of the top which finished his look, bar the biker boots which went on last. Sandra saw Tina remove the tie which was holding Nick's hair back and using her hands, she changed to look slightly more female. Sandra led Nick, still with his eyes closed, a short distance where Sandra said, "Open your eyes my lover." Nick opened his eyes and looked at a full length mirror. The human looking back, was the one from Nick's dreams, a real bitch-looking female with nicely sized breasts cleavage was implied rather than shown directly. Her hips were noticeable but not too large. The boots, the new Nick was wearing, felt comfortable, the trousers where of the baggy variety most Goths preferred, when not wearing long skirts. The top was tight and you could just see the outline of the corset through it. 'I need to correct the minor issue of the forms and other male noticeable bits.' He stood looking at the woman looking back and knew with out a any doubt that she had made the right choice. "Tina did your face while I got the clothes ready." He realised that 'her' was here to stay. 'I'm not being known as Nicki.' He thought for a few seconds and decided on her new name. "Thank you both. I think I'll be called Nibola Calton - or Nibs for short." Sandra heard the name and said to herself, 'I was so right when I asked the guys about asking you to join.' "Welcome to the Gangrels, Nibs." Sandra was wearing with a large happy smile on her face. "Yes welcome to the Gangrels, Nibs. Let's introduce our newest member to the others," said Tina with a happy tone in her voice. "Who are the Gangrels?" Nibs' face looking some what quizzical. She also took a drink from her can of lager. Tina stepped towards the door to open it saying as she did, "The Gangrels is the Street Gang that we all, bar Tom, belong to." "Yes, let's." Sandra moved to Nibs' side stepping through the open door slightly ahead of Nibs. Tina joined the two and brought up the rear. Sandra walked to the door to the living room and opened it to allow Nibs through first. Paul saw the door open. He stood up from the chair he was sitting in, moving to stand beside the door. Just as the newest member entered, he removed something from his trouser pocket and placed it around Nib's neck. "Use the pipe with pride." Abs stood opposite Paul. In her hands was a Gangrel smoking pouch and utility belt which she wrapped around Nibs' waist. Making sure the pouch was on the left hand side of her body. "Always keep the tin topped up." "In the cellar here and a few other places throughout the city we have enough Cambar growing to supply us all and keep us supplied all the time," said a still smiling Sandra as she followed Tina into the living room. "Thank you all." Nibs moved into the living room. Only once before in her or Nick's life had she felt so welcomed, and that was during Nick's life whilst she was living in Jarrzar at the party a couple of weeks before she left and went to Rujunvia, 'I wonder how Tammeria's getting on?'. "Darla also has something for you," Abs said smiling similar smiles as Sandra, Paul and the rest of the people. ***** Tom looked up when the door had opened and Paul had moved to stand beside the door. Tom stared at the new arrival. The woman turned to Sandra and kissed her on the mouth. Sandra returned the kiss, and all the time Tom saw Paul was smiling at this action. The kiss broke and the woman entered the living room proper, where Tom saw her take the tin from her pouch and load the pipe. He thought, 'When he walked into the party he was in heaven,' but to look at the newest arrival he knew he was missing something in his life. He got up and walked over, asking, "May I ask your name madam?" "You may," came the woman's reply, "My name is Nibola Calton or Nibs for short." "Hang on, I know that voice." Tom stared in utter shock as he realised he was taking to Nick, but this was not Nick, "Nick?" he exclaimed and asked at the same time. "Nick - who's Nick?" came Nibs' reply, "Nick is dead. Nibs now inhabits this body." Tom heard true confidence in her voice. "You've changed Nick somehow Sandra." 'I wish I had someone who would do that for me,' Tom was unhappy inside as he had a feeling he would never find true love. The kiss Nibs had given Sandra showed true love, love for an equal. ***** Nibs looked at Tom as he returned to his seat, Nibs saw that even though Tom hid it well, he was unhappy. 'One day Tom, I think this evening is me being invited to join and for you to be helped.' Darla stood up closely followed by Angel and Damieel. As the pair walked just behind Darla, Nibs looked at them seeing two very happy identical females. Darla was carrying a long box with the clip to open it facing Nibs. Darla handed the box to Nibs which Nibs opened, inside was an eight-inch combat survival knife and scabbard. Angel and Damieel both kissed Nibs on the cheek. As Nibs moved to the seat Jonathan and Michella had vacated for her and Sandra she saw everyone in the room was smiling. Nibs knew that this day she had left the world of a loner and entered the world where the whole of the Gangrel Street Gangs was her friend. ***** 15th Juwar 02:00BN At two in the morning Paul suggested, "Let's go and have some fun with the vents." The thirteen people who were still enjoying the party all stood smiling. As this had turned into a great party, the welcoming or a new member, and now having fun with the 'Vents'. "Yeah," responded a few of the party goers as they stood up to follow Paul. Paul headed into the bedroom corridor and grabbed the leather jackets and holster rigs from the coat hooks just inside the door. Abs and Tina both headed for their room which was beside the side door. After Paul had passed all the remaining jackets out, he headed for the farthest door on the opposite side of the corridor to Sandra's and Tina's and Abs room. He walked out, a couple of minutes later wearing his holster which hung from his belt just in front of his pouch. On the opposite side was a second open topped pouch, in it was four magazines. Paul was sliding his left arm into his jacket. When Paul had walked into the living room, Darla passed him a communication system, which he clipped to his belt just behind the magazine pouch. He then pass the wires up his back and over his shoulder. Abs followed by Tina walked into the living room wearing their jackets and communication systems. Whilst the others were moving Nibs stood and waited for her jacket and communication system. Sandra headed for her bedroom and grabbed the two leather jackets Sandra and Nibs had worn earlier that evening. She also took a shoulder holster rig from the hook beside the door. When she came back into the living room, she threw the shoulder holster and leather jacket to Nibs. Nibs slipped the shoulder holster on. She saw Paul walk back into the living room and head for her carrying a second pistol. His hand grasped around the outside of the trigger guard. In Paul's other hand was four magazines, he handed Nibs an Echo Delt .357 heavy automatic pistol along with the 4 magazines. "That's yours Nibs, a welcome to the Bitch Vixens present," Paul said as Nibs smiled and slid the pistol home, Nibs felt good and happy to be welcomed. "How are you with an SMG?" Sandra asked. "Don't know, why?" "When we go out having fun I normally use this." She showed Nibs an HK 77 SMG, "Or an M22 Assault Carbine." An evil grin spread across the face of Nibs. Sandra passed the weapon to Nibs along with five full blank firing magazines. Nibs slipped the sling over her head and right shoulder, she then moved the weapon to her back and took the magazines Sandra had handed her. These went into the two front pockets of her jacket. She clipped the pockets closed and zipped up the front of her jacket and followed everyone else out of the house and down the steps. Nibs heard Darla askm "You coming Tom or are you staying here?" "How can I? I've not got a jacket or bike." replied Tom. "You have now." Paul disappeared towards his room, and returned with a leather jacket, which he passed to Tom. "Transport?" was the next question that came from Tom. "You can ride with me Tom," replied Darla. Sandra saw Darla's face and quickly understood that Tom may be a kind of submissive and Darla was always looking for new submissives. ***** The group drove through the streets towards one of the many corporate housing estates that existed along the borders of South Central. The estates were smart and clean. Most of the habitation blocks were either prefab homes or ten/eleven storey tower blocks gleaming with glass, clean steel and concrete. The group played chase as one would roar through the estate with the rest of the group following a few seconds behind. At some junctions they stopped and a few members wheel span whilst others fired the various SMGs and Assault carbines into the air, the blank making as much noise as the real bullets but with out the risk of a bullet hitting a civilian as it came back to earth. The group pulled up in the car-park belonging to three corporate owned housing tower blocks. Sandra with Nibs on the back firing the HK77 into the air. Nibs could see Tom was loving this, Tom knew when Tina had asked him to come he knew the party was going to be fun, he enjoy being around the Goths and Gangrels, they knew how to have a good time and pretty much enjoyed life. The only down side of going to South Central High was the Aces and the bullying he had drawn the brunt of, he wasn't very big and like Nick and more than likely Nibs, he hated football, he hated most sports really. As Sandra completed her first three sixty the group including Tom shouted one and half way through her second Tom saw the security guards begin to move as they had started to receive complaints from the residents. On a few of the balconies stood adults who were looking down angry at the scene of 10 motorbikes all the riders revving their engines high. Tom tapped Darla on the shoulder and pointed at the security officers as they headed for the doors. Darla spoke over the communication system, "Security." All the bikes dropped into either first and pulled away, a few selected second and as they pulled away either wheel spun as they slowly released the front brakes or pulled wheelies as they headed for the route out of the car-park. Around 03:00BN the group, which had picked up a couple more Goths as they headed for home after clubbing on the alternative scene, returned to the house. The group were all laughing at some of the antics they did. Pretty much the rest of the weekend was they same, members of the scene calling and going, but the core of the Bitch Vixens, Tom, and three other people just kept the party ticking over. ***** 16th Juwar 10:00AN Paul and Sandra were stood in the living room looking around at the semi- tidy state of the room and kitchen. As Darla and the Twins were heading out of the door. "Sandra, you know what. As Frodar was the last day of term for us, we should go to school tomorrow and give a certain few students our goodbye presents." Nibs overheard the comment about 'giving a few students some good bye presents', "I hope that includes me. I wouldn't mind thanking a few people who need to be thank for the last ten months of hell." Nibs was smiling her evil smile as she made a mental list of people who deserved thanking. "Yeah?" Sandra responded, "I can think of a few people who need a goodbye present. Tina, Abs?" "Yeah I think a few people need a goodbye gift of some kind?" each responded. ***** 16th Juwar 12:00AN Nibs started to organise the bean bags and cushions so she could go to sleep. Sandra walked over whispering in her ear, "What you doing?" "Trying to go to sleep." "Not here you're not. Follow me you silly moo." Sandra grabbed Nibs' hand so she could drag Nibs to her feet. Sandra led Nibs into her room and closed the door saying when the door was closed, "What I did when you changed wasn't just me being nice, and anyway, I thought I already said I love you. Well if I hadn't I have now." "You did." Nibs turning crimson red and lowering her head. "I Thought you were only just saying that to make me feel good." "No, I was as serious then as I am now." She dipped her head to the same level as Nibs'. Nibs lifted her head slowly, Sandra planted a light kiss on her lips. Nibs returned the kiss as the crimson colour dropping away to be replaced by a feeling of warmth and love. Sandra span Nibs round along with lightly pushing her across the room until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed and Nibs sat down. Sandra stood standing over Nibs who looked up at her life partner. Sandra then lent over and pulled off the top Nibs was wearing. As Nibs' lips came into view Sandra again kissed her, this time with a bit more pressure. Her tongue lightly stroked across Nibs' lips which opened and let Sandra's tongue in and she also returned the favour. The kiss became passionate. The pair then undressed and climbed into bed and fell into a peaceful sleep in each other's arms. Nibs lay on the bed next to Sandra thinking, 'I have found my life partner, I know I have.' Chapter 2 - Nick's Beginning Nick, or more accurately Nicholas, was born on 17th Auar 2050 at 10:47BN, the eldest of two male quads, the two sisters separated the boys. Nick's first real memories were playing with parents Pamela and Antoney, the other 3 children were nowhere to be seen. Nick grew up a normal life, until he was ten, when Antoney was offered a pay raise. The conditions surrounding the pay rise would mean Tony would be constantly travelling between different corporate sites. For the first two years he travelled alone, leaving his wife and son at the family home in Surtratta. Tony found the constant moving from place to place hard with out his family. Both Pamela and Antoney decided to travel from one job site to another with Nick in tow. For the last five years Nick spent on average twelve months in one place before moving to the next city. The longest period Nick spent in one place was the year they spent in Jarrzar. The only other periods longer than twelve months were the 18 months he spent in Rujuniva and Ne-U-Bar. The Jarrzar contract had Tony working with an external security company on upgrading the security at all the Ebbsu owned sites in the Capital and the Ebbsu Motor Transport Research and Design Bureau in the city of Tonakka, a few miles south of the capital Teabban. Most of the contracts were along the same lines, security upgrades and combating industrial espionage. It was through listening to his mum and dad chat and talk Nick learnt about the Ghost world. During his life on the road Nick spent as a lot of time escaping from the world his mother and father lived in by cross dressing. Initially in female lingerie, then progressing to other female clothing borrowed from his mother, or bought in local markets and small shops that he knew his family never used. He became quite good at hiding the clothes, but on a few occasions Nick thought he had been caught, but Pam either overlooked it or just didn't notice. ***** Nick was very much like the other kids at Ebbsu managed schools, except, rather than making friends with people from his own culture and country, he made friends with local children from the countries he was living in. During the year spent in Jarrzar, Nick learned a lot about the culture and grew to admire the honour based culture Jarrzar had, especially during the past. He becoming fluent in all three levels of Jarrzarian, quite a feat as it normally took native children four years to become fluent in all levels. Middle-level Jarrzarian was 'the native tongue' but the most popular was street Jarrzarian which mixed elements from the other two with it's own words and language. Nick also learnt about all the various religious belief systems. In that year he learned much about life in general, and how the corporate world affects the world population. His two closest friends during that year were Jum-fu and Wong-ma, two native Jarrzarian children. Wong-ma's family lived outside the enclave but sent their children to the enclave schools, as was their option. On numerous occasions both Nick and Jum-fu spent weekends and evenings at Wong-ma's, which was good as both Tony and Pam worked all hours, almost never having time for Nick, so Jum-fu and Wong-ma's families were effectively his family. The only other person important to all three, Nick, Wong and Jum was Sensei Hume a expert street fighter. Hume opened a school to teach the local youths martial arts discipline and also get them fit. Wong, Jum and Nick all walked in the first day and unless they were doing something else they lived at the school. They all helped Sensei Hume in running the school and also they taught some of the younger members the basics of the fighting arts. There was one trip to a local beach which brought the differences in the treatment of the various groups of people into sharp focus. Wong-ma's father had taken all three of the friends on a field trip to the local beach, run and operated by the local government. Some food stalls on the beach were privat