Jayce and the Flower Children
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Chapter 1
Herc Stormsailor was sat at the bridge of the Pride of the Skies II and he leaned back, enjoying the all too seldom moment of peace. Jayce and Oon were in the hangar repairing the battle damage to Armed Force after their latest run-in with Sawboss and Flora and Gillan were doing something undoubtedly magical in Gillian's lab. Herc sighed happily and leant back in his chair, only to be jolted out of it when Brock, Flora's flying fish, squeaked loudly in his ear.
"Buzz off you flying pest!" he waved his hands at the brightly coloured blue and pink fish, "Can't you go and pester Flower Face?" Brock looked at him disapprovingly before flapping his fins and moving away to the other end of the bridge. Herc glared at the strange creature before closing his eyes again. The peace lasted for only a few moments more before Herc felt something tug at his long black braid; he sighed and opened one eye.
Brock chirruped happily, the end of Herc's plait in his mouth. Herc growled and yanked it out of the fish's mouth and wiped his hand on the leg of his trousers, "Yuck, fish drool." Brock chirruped again and turned a somersault, Herc propped his head on one hand, "Look, I'm not going to play with you; for once I have- had- the Pride to myself and there are no leads on where Jayce's father is and Sawboss has been lying low since we beat him so badly so I want to enjoy the peace and qui-"
Whatever Herc had been going to say was lost in the blaring of the Pride's proximity sensors,
"Dammit!" Herc stood up and activated a sonar scan; and on cue the Pride's temperamental control panel spat sparks at Herc, "Goddamit all to he-" he stopped as the others rushed in; Flora was grinning in the way she did whenever she caught him almost swearing, "Heck" he finished lamely.
Flora giggled at Herc's discomfited expression; he tried to be a big tough guy, but underneath the gruff exterior he was as soft as butter.
"What set off the alarms Herc?" Jayce, the young leader of the Lightning League with the distinctive white streak in his dark brown hair looked at the sensor screen, trying to make sense of the picture between brief flashes of static interference.
"Well kid, that's what I was trying to find out before the Pride's sensor's f-" Herc paused and looked down at Flora, "started to go wrong."
"M-m-m-master, what if it's the m-m-monster minds?" quavered Oon; the tiny eternal squire trembled and clutched his magic lance.
Flora shook her head, "It's nothing alive Oon, I can't sense anything apart from us." the golden glow outlining Flora faded as she stopped searching for anything out of the ordinary.
Gillian pointed out of the front window of the ship, "I think that is the source of our troubles." it was a small message relay satellite that had gotten caught in the Pride's solar sails and was banging against the sensor relay, causing the console to short out.
Herc groaned, they'd have to land on the nearest habitable rock and make repairs...again. As much as he loved the Pride there were times when he thought the old girl was past her prime. "If I ever get paid for this job I swear I'll fix you up right old girl." He thought as the old ship splutter and sparked.
Gillian sat at his station and pulled up some information on the nearest planet that would support them long enough to make repairs to the golden vessel, "It seems that our nearest safe landing spot is on the moon Xerboa III. It is a desert moon, far too remote for Sawboss to be interested in it."
Flora sighed, she didn't fare well in heat, the plant part of her always felt...wilted somehow.
Jayce ruffled her orange hair affectionately, "Don't worry Flora, we'll be done in no time; I promise."
Flora smiled up at her 'big brother' and climbed onto the saddle on Brock's back, "I'm just going to check on the zoggies. I'll be right back."
Herc rolled his eyes, the way the kid doted on those annoying robots was crazy; in a sweet kind of way. Herc set in the coordinates to Xerboa III and banked the Pride in a long arc which would bring the vessel into the moon's atmosphere.
AN: I know, not a terribly brilliant first chapter but never fear the next instalment will be filled with secrets, adventure, promises and shocking revelations!
Please R&R you lovely Wheelies fans!