EMPRESS GAIL
CHAPTER 47: Family Trip.

This is the story of Little Billy; he had an avian friend named Featherly Cloacton. One day, their families decided to have a space trip together and possibly explore uncharted territory.

"This is fucking dangerous; you could of done this yourselves some time but not with your kids and wives" –Says the avian wife as she leans forward from her chair in an angry gesture.

"Get off my face, wobird. The kids could use some danger in their lives" –Replies the Avian husband, flapping his wings in frustration at his wife's lack of spirit.

"We`re approaching a giant heat field being generated by that planet ahead. I suggest turning back around" –the human dad exclaims-

"see? This is nuts! The kids are scared" –says the avian wife.

"No, we aren't" –the kids state in unison.

"The heat wave is dissipating, while a new one forms further ahead from the planet's surface; it might be cold enough for us to land on the area that's facing us" –the avian dad states.

"What are you crazy, are you outta your mind?" –yells the human mom while getting out of her sit as she walks towards her husband and grabs him by the shoulders- "it's time for you to tell your friend enough is enough"

"but I kinda wanna see what's there. Look, honey; let us just land on that ONE planet and then we will go home" –the husband replies as he gently places his hand over hers against his shoulder in an attempt to comfort her.

/then they do indeed land the ship/

"Woah, cool" –points the human kid, Billy out as he runs off flailing his arms from the ship into the beautiful landscape.

"No shit. This is awesome" –Featherly says as she also gets off the ship to run around.

"Hey, be careful" –the avian mom yells as she steps off the ship only to slip and fall, which makes her say: "the ground is so slippery… and shiny".

"What are we looking at, Mr. Cloacton?" –Asks the human dad-

"It seems to be an entirely metallic planet.. made out of what appears to be steel" –the avian dad replies.

"This is great! We've found an unregistered breathable, livable planet …we are going to be rich and famous, right, honey?" –says the human mom and she cling onto her husband's arm with a loving expression while waiting for his answer.

(This planet has tall rusty buildings loosely connected by gigantic wires that hang from structures that stick outward. The ground is a lot shinier and clean but extremely uneven and bumpy, making it seem like huge metal dunes.)

"Hello there… visitors" –interjects a voice coming from a metal figure standing at the top of a dune.

"ALIENS!" –Screams the avian dad.

"It looks more like a robot" –adds his wife.

"Flapping flounders! Gee whiz, boss! They brought a space ship with them!" –says another robotic looking figure that approaches the first one from behind.

"Cool your thrusters; I got this" –the leader makes a hand signal to his buddy and then addresses the visitors again: "so... What brings you here? I am Bombless Bomber; I come from a line of synths whose bodies can produce bombs out of their daily nutrition and they store them as a weapons but I'm defective and different; because of this, they made me their leader".

"Wow, that's not how it would go in any other society" –points out the human dad- "anyway, we are just exploring uncharted space".

"We were created along a number of flying beings, some large enough to carry us with them through space. Together, we would be a cohesive organism; very effective in the carrying out of our creator's commands …but we were separated after creation, and the psychic link has been broken, leaving us unable to communicate and call for extraction. So we've spent 51 years trying to develop space travel …fruitlessly, of course" –Bombless Bomber spews out his giant block of relentless exposition.

"How about we take one of you in our ship, so you can find your flying buddies and they can all come pick you up here?" –exclaims the avian dad.

"Yeah! I was thinking of doing exactly that. Hey! I think they're talking about the Nail Clippers" –says the human dad enthusiastically.

"YES! The nail clippers are our other half! Take me to their leader and all of our problems will be solved!" –happily yells Bombless Bomber as he raises his arms victoriously in the air.

"Yeah… the nail clipper leader; that guy killed our general after he betrayed them. The nail clippers are in bad terms with our people now …but we can drop you off close enough; perhaps you can take a train or something to reach him cuz we obviously can't get too close to any of those guys" –says the avian dad.

"..Did you… betray the Nail Clippers?" –asks Bombless Bomber as his voice starts getting agitated.

"Yeah, but it wasn't really betrayal as much as we just did something we didn't know they didn't want us to do. But to be fair, they did ask us nicely to undo it and we refused. But that's all just politics we have nothing to do with as civilians.. You wouldn't hold that against us, right?" –the avian dad replies as he starts getting visibly nervous-

"Mr. Cloacton, they are a hive mind; they don't understands concepts like 'civilians' or 'not having anything to do with your leader's decisions. We are fucked.. you fucked us. Why did you tell them any of that?" –the human dad whispers to the avian dad's ears as he nervously and shakily clings onto his shoulders-

"Just kill them all and take the ship" –resolves Bombless Bomber.