Hello! I thought I'd post this little thing! It's a beginning for what's to come!
I'm dedicating this to my fellow minion-mods! Without you, this wouldn't exist!
I think I have the pleasure in saying that I'm the first to put this ship-ment in a fiction! YAAY~
Anyways, enjoy!
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Fucking Pilot.
I'm going to give you suck a beating when I find you.
He's so stupid! How could he let the Captain do this to one of his fellow 'minions'?
Oh right, I think drily as I kick a piece of broken building stone. Because I'm a shoe. What does that even mean?
But you'd think he'd at least say something about the Captain sabotaging his 'flying machine'.
He keeps saying that I'm taking the Captain from him. I have no interest in the Captain! Because of captain, I'm constantly looking death in the face! What kind of person wants that?
He just doesn't get it, a soft voice in my mind reasons. Let him try to carry out of the mission/death escapades I do on a weekly basis. He couldn't last! Not to mention all those stupid things I have to do on a daily basis!
My anger keeps me going with heavy footfalls on the wasteland through the night. Famished, dehydrated and exhausted, nothing mattered except finding Pilot.
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It's late morning when I find him, wandering the desolate ground a bit away from the base. I had been walking with a purpose until I spotted him- not that his outfit wasn't a giveaway, for we all had different looks, but his small height and skinny stature were also a bit of a giveaway.
He seemed almost bored, looking at the sky. I stopped my walking, and paused to look at him. A part of me wants to go over and stand beside him.
But then I remember that he got me eaten.
I burst out into a sprint, something I've practiced over the years. I can go quite well without being heard, but Pilot's hearing was exceptional. He turned when I was about ten feet and started to wave to me.
My heart seemed to skip and I almost stopped.
Almost.
He seemed to realize what was going to unfold once he saw the expression on my goggle lenses.
He turned and began to run. But I had already closed the distance between us.
I bowled into him, sending him skidding across the snow with me on top of him. I straddled his chest and went at him, not pinpointing anywhere on his body but just trying to hit every piece of him that I came into contact with. His hands, at first splaying out to his sides to brace the fall, had now come up and begun to push me away, but his hands only reached the bottom of my respirator.
I quickly confirmed my suspicions that I was much stronger than him. He continued to try and push me off, but his efforts were in vain as I began to get cramps around my legs where they were clamped. We grappled, with me uttering curses and him uttering a vocabulary of his own, which consisted with mostly mumblings, with the occasional screech of "Get off me, you shoe!", "Smelly, jiggly-slug!" and, of course, "The captain will punish you for such boobery!"
He did manage to get a few good hits to the side of my head, and even though my mask absorbed most of the shock, it still made my head spin a bit. So he's not completely helpless, I think.
Once the initial adrenaline wears down and my energy starts to deplete, the struggle seems to diminish a bit and I'm more aware of my surroundings now that I'm not entirely consumed by rage. I begin to feel the dull ache in my kneecaps and legs from being in the same tight position for so long, and the pain in my fists from throwing all these punches begins to augment.
His arms finally flop down hopelessly, and I'm just about to land a good hit to the face when something grabs me by the back of my jacket and yanks me off of my opponent.
"Now, Mr. Snippy, what kind of way is that to treat your comrade?" The Captain says, looking down at me from where I lay.
That's it. No 'hello', no 'nice to see you're alive, Charles'.
Just a comment that makes me look like the bad guy.
This is bullshit.
Captain walks over to Pilot and extends a hand to help him up. I'm aware that I've broken one of the lenses on his mask; a large crack glistens along the green cover.
"Come now, Mr. Snippy, Pilot. It is time for Mr. Snippy's trial."
Captain pulls me up, and guides me to the base with a forceful hand on my shoulder.
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The trial lasted two days, where they kept me locked in a closet with stale food rations and little to no water until the next 'court appeal'.
Long story short, I lost the trial.
It probably helped Pilot that the Captain was the judge and his attorney.
"Your sentence is," Captain said, bearing down on me from where I was tied to a moldy couch, "to go with Pilot and find me three things from mein list."
"What?" Pilot and I exclaimed at the same time.
"You are not yet friends! Citizens of Captania must all get along! Now, run along and don't return until you've found me three things." He hands me the list and shoos us out the door.
This is really bullshit.
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