Earth Girls Are Easy
Part I
A Spaced Invaders Fanfic
By Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Spaced Invaders is owned by Patrick Read Johnson and Touchstone Pictures. I made no profit off of this fic. No characters were actually harmed in the making of this fic.
Summary: Spaced Invaders Ten years later, Blaznee must save Kathy who's been kidnapped by his government. Can he muster help from his old crew who's been mothballed out of the fleet, wrestle with feelings he has for Kathy, and avoid going to jail at the same time? (Blaznee/Kathy) language, sexual content
(Author's Note: I know I have other Fanfic I've been in the process of writing, but this plotbunny just begged to be written! I've always adored this movie… sticks out tongue, hey, it IS funny! So sit back, enjoy the angst! Guess who my fave character is in this film… heheheh…)
He slinked in through his door feeling tired and disheartened from yet another dreary day at work, but at least he was home. He checked his wrist chronometer and smiled briefly… he didn't even have to make the mental calculations anymore concerning time differences between the two planets. Then he hurried to toss his keys and sunglasses aside and went to grab one of his favorite fermented beverages from the cooling unit. He grabbed up his communicator and fell back into the nest of pillows on the floor to relax as he waited for the call he knew would come.
It was truly the brightest spot of his whole week of late, waiting for her call. The calls, at first, came hap-hazardly and they were originally for the tiny robot who'd turned out to be a surprising asset during that failure of a trip. But because of his wonky schedule back then, many calls were missed and well, Shortstuff wasn't that great a conversationalist in his opinion. Most times when they did come through he ended up being the one who chatted with her. Then they decided to set a scheduled chat… once a week when they'd both usually be free. At first, it mostly ran along the surface stuff, but over the years… jeeze, had ten years already gone by? He wondered as he quietly got himself drunk. But after a time, it seemed they'd peeled back the layers and had somehow gotten under each others skin. For him, that didn't happen with too many people. She told him things, personal, private things and he'd listen and sometimes, though rarely, he'd give advice, but he suspected all she really wanted at those times was an impartial shoulder to cry on. He gave her that shoulder and ten years later decided he didn't really need it back. It belonged to her.
The comm. Unit came to life, it's antenna springing up into the air, grabbing up the weak signal.
"Blaznee… you there?" Came the static ridden voice he knew too well.
"Of course I am, kid." He smiled.
"Don't call me kid." She chastised him. "You know I hate that."
"I'm only joking, hon, you know that." Blaznee sipped at his drink, knowing she wasn't really mad at him. "So… what's the news?"
He heard her groan. "Brian is off visiting family in Wisconsin and I'm by myself for the week. You're a pilot, couldn't you come and see me? I'd really like that."
She asked him to come visit her quite often and though he'd love to see her again, he was uncomfortable with the idea of showing his face on planet Earth any time soon.
"Hon," Blaznee said softly, "You know I can't. After the whole Earth fiasco, they confiscated my pilots license." Something he'd always thought was immensely unfair. It wasn't his fault their crappy ship wasn't built to withstand Earth's gravitational pressure. Now he was regulated to clerical duty and even though he was only in the Atomic Space Navy as a draftee and had not intended on making it a career like Giggy had, he was further punished by the ASN in his crew's failure to assist their dying fleet by getting more then a few years tacked onto his draft.
"I'm sorry." She mumbled, belatedly recalling that bit of info that was still a sore spot in Blaznee's side. "Hey, we finally got a new deputy."
He sensed she was trying to change the subject for his benefit, so he went along with it. "That's a relief. You know, I still have that ticket Pillsbury gave me on my wall and it's framed."
She giggled. "He's still here, you know. I don't know if he ever got the clue that you wont be paying that one off."
"I doubt there's any bank on your planet that would exchange a Martian ditherbant." Blaznee said, still amused at the whole thing.
Kathy paused and he took the time for a long gulp of his drink.
"I miss you." She said softly.
He didn't know if it was the drink or because he was talking to Kathy that made him feel light headed.
"We talk every week." He softly chided her and tried to ignore the flutter in his heart at those words.
He heard her sigh. "You know what I mean."
No, not really, he thought to himself. No, that was a lie, he just didn't want to think about what was really going on. "Kathy…"
"I know," she sounded unhappy, but that's how she sounded a bit too often lately. "Blaznee… I think I-"
"Kathy…" Blaznee stopped her, terrified of what she might say to him. Damn… his glass was empty. Concentrate on that, not on the fact that a girl of a completely different species a few hundred thousand miles away was most likely about to broadcast the feelings she had for him. "It wont work." It killed him to have to remind her of how impossible a close relationship between them would be under the current circumstances, but she had to already be aware of that, right? He wasn't being cruel, was he?
"But Blaznee…"
"Hon… if things weren't as they are…" He didn't feel brave enough to finish that sentence. He hated it. He hated that their people would make it impossible for either to be with the other. He hated the distance. He hated the fact that he hadn't seen her since that one night ten years ago. He hated the fact he was too chicken shit to tell her how he felt about her and to listen to her gush about how she felt about him. It all had to remain unspoken. If it wasn't said out loud, then it wasn't real. Then it couldn't hurt him or her. "Damn!" He flung his empty glass across the room and it shattered most satisfyingly.
"What was that?"
"Just me and my frustration coming head to head." Blaznee replied sadly.
"Have you ever had a close relationship with anyone?"
"Define close." Blaznee said.
"More then just a sexual fling… I mean… in love with someone."
"Oh…" Blaznee rubbed his temple and leaned forward in his empty nest. "Well… not exactly."
"What does that mean? Not exactly? Either you have or you haven't."
He stared across the room, knowing he couldn't lie to her. It sounded to him like she was fishing, but he hadn't the nerve to say 'yeah, and you're it'. So instead he took the lame way out. "I've… slept around… but… well…" He shrugged though no one was to see it. "… I'm not an easy guy to love."
"I don't know about that last part."
Blaznee closed his eyes and tried to keep himself from blurting his honest feelings for her. Damn drink was making it awfully hard though. "What about you?"
"I thought I was in love with this guy when I was going to school… Brandon. He turned out to be a jerk."
"Boys will be boys, after all." Blaznee opened his eyes again and imagined his fingers running through her long, blond hair. She'd said she'd kept it long. He shook his head to try to rid himself of the image. Since when had hair of any sort been a turn on for him? He wondered annoyed.
"You aren't a boy."
"I'm not even human, Kathy."
"Doesn't matter to me."
"Kathy…" There was a warning in his voice.
"Sorry." Came the meek reply and it ground that knife into his heart. "I hear my dad's car. I should go."
Blaznee sat up straight, disappointed, then slumped a bit. "Okay, hon. Damn… this sucks…"
"Yes… it does." She answered, then replied in a rush, "I love you."
She cut the communication off before he had a chance to gather his wits enough to reply to that. She'd broken the rule by saying it out loud. It was both terrifying and gratifying at the same time. He always had a feeling she did love him, she'd alluded to it enough, after all, but he'd never let her say it. Blaznee lay back in his nest of pillows and stared up at the ceiling, the comm. Unit fell from his slack hand as he mulled over the fact that the sheriff's daughter loved him.
"I love you too." He murmured to the empty room, feeling like he was almost in a dream state from the euphoria that sensation brought him.
Work the next day was impossible for him. His brain kept replaying those three luscious words in his head and he was thoroughly distracted from it. By the time he got home, he had a major hard on and took his time in curing that problem. He wished he had a current image of Kathy to look at, but he had to use his imagination instead. From what she'd told him, she'd gotten taller, much taller… which could prove interesting. Got hips, got breasts… he imagined planting his face very happily in between them. He had no idea what she looked like without any clothes on so he tried to be conservative on his guesses. He figured on smooth and delicate pale skin. He couldn't imagine that they'd have any need of any more hair below the neck so he pictured her hairless. The sweet spot, however, that was what he was most curious about. In Martian females it was between the legs so he assumed the same would be for humans. Were Earth females innies or outties? He wondered just how compatible their races were to each other. He'd almost gone to Dr Ziplock and asked if Martians and humans were compatible and if there could be any chance of cross species insemination, but he knew the doctor was too smart to know that was not just a shot in the dark and would raise embarrassing questions that he wasn't ready to answer.
When he lay there on his pillow nest panting after his excursion, he couldn't wipe the silly grin off his face. She loved him! Blaznee stared at the wall as if he were staring through the immense gulf that separated the two literal star-crossed lovers and wished he could see her again.
"I'm gonna tell her. This next time." He nodded resolutely. "I'm gonna tell her I love her. I'll find a way off this planet and go see her. That's what I'm gonna do."
The Martian pilot nodded his head and sighed a sigh of relief at the admonition. Would she squeal with delight at his declaration? Would she start to talk dirty into his ear, relating the fantasies she's had about him? Would he do the same to her? Blaznee shuddered at the pleasing thought. He wasn't going to get much rest this week, he knew until he told her his feelings for real. Damn him, he fumed, why'd he make her wait? He already had known it and frittered away all that time he could have been telling her just how much he loved her.
Angry at himself for being so cowardly, he jumped up from the pillows and went to take a shower.
"Never again will I make such a stupid ass mistake." He grumbled as he let the hot water flow over his sweating, green skin.
A week went by and found him lying back in the pillows, comm. Unit in hand while staring at it anxiously. He had to tell her! He worked himself up good to gravitate some courage into his freaked out heart. Blaznee was thoroughly pumped. He looked at his chronometer for the tenth time in as many seconds. Where was she?
His heart was thudding in his chest as he rehearsed in his mind over and over again just how he would tell her he loved her. Just as he became satisfied with one line, he'd toss it out and start over again.
The minutes ticked away.
Blaznee felt he couldn't take it. He stood up and started pacing the tiny rec room with the communicator in hand. She was late. He looked at the time again. Seventeen minutes late, dammit!
"I love you. I… love… you…" He started rehearsing out loud using different inflictions in his voice that wavered nervously. "You belong to me. My heart is yours… nah, that sounds just stupid… damn…"
He didn't stop pacing. Time ticked on and the communicator remained disturbingly quiet. An hour later, he was huddled in a corner, unit in hand, staring at it numbly. His heart now pounded out of grief. She didn't call. Where was she? Why didn't she call? Was she too afraid to talk to him now because she'd broadcasted her love of him and she thought he was mad at her? Had he screwed things up royally and chased her off? He was hunched over as he squatted there, comm. Unit held between his knees, staring at the thing and felt panicked. She was gone. He'd lost her all because he couldn't tell her he loved her!
He threw his head back and screamed. "GODDAMMIT!" And was tempted to hurl the silent comm. unit across the room. But instead, with a trembling finger he pressed the communication button in the center. It bleeped and the antenna shot up. "Kathy… it's Blaznee. You there? Please… if you are, pick up. I'm sorry! I'm an ass! Please, I need to talk to you…"
He waited for a reply with his heart in his throat. Nothing. Not a blip. He knew his message was getting through because the antenna wouldn't be jumping like that if they weren't sending out his signal.
The miserable Martian was shaking as he thought of the worst. That was it! He was going to steal a ship and get his ass over there and tell her! He'd do it tomorrow after they lifted the curfew on local air traffic. It didn't make him feel any better though. He secured the comm. Unit and grabbed up his billfold and keys and stormed out the door. He was going to go into the first bar he saw and get thoroughly trashed. It'd been a while since he'd gone on such a binge and at the moment, he couldn't think of a better reason in which to do such a thing.
The first bar he saw was seedier then what he'd usually attend, but he didn't care at the moment. Gruffly pushing against he doors, he barged past a patron that was heading out who cursed at him to watch where he was going. Blaznee turned a deaf ear and blind eye to all that was going on in the bar and made way for the counter.
"Three gribnot shots with a scribnack chaser for each." He declared and laid his coinage on the bar.
The bartender shot him a startled look. "Bit heavy for starters, huh bub?"
"I pay, you serve… that's how it frigging works." Blaznee's obvious irritation seemed to clear the stools on either side of him.
"You're funeral, buddy."
Blaznee snarled. "I'm NOT your buddy!" Even as the bartender poured his drinks, he downed the finished ones as fast as he could.
"Woah there, fellah. Just making small talk. Rough day at work?"
Blaznee wiped his mouth after he'd dribbled some alcohol down his chin. He urped and noted how suddenly all six glasses were empty. Did he do that or had he invited someone to go with him?
"If only it was work." He muttered, voice slurred and slammed more money on the counter. "Pathtack… frigging ice cold. No stinking lemon, 'kay?"
The bartender nodded and doled out the order. "Has to be about a woman. Only women troubles can get a guy as worked up as you are now." The Martian behind the counter observed, having heard it all before millions of times over from the various patrons.
Blaznee's head tilted, then nodded almost like his neck was broken. He stared at the now empty glass of the hard stuff he'd downed without even tasting it. "Why didn' I tell her I loved her? Now she's gone."
"Most women want to be chased, from what I've seen. If you don't chase after them when they play that game, they know you aren't serious."
The drunken pilot sluggishly lifted his head; sight blurred and tried to focus in on the barkeep. "You really think s-s-s-so?" He slurred, heart turned slightly to hopeful.
"Sure thing, pal." The bartender nodded sagely. "Go get her, if you really want her."
For the first time that night, Blaznee smiled and then nearly tipped over off his stool. He regained his balance and threw down some more money, plus a hefty tip. "One for th' road…" He drawled. "You pick…"
The bartender raised a brow but who was he to say when someone had enough? The drink appeared in front of the pilot who presently stared at it.
"Hey… Blaznee! That you?"
Blaznee turned in the direction the familiar voice came from. He couldn't focus on the room that rocked back and forth like a ship on a fierce solar wind. Then someone appeared suddenly on a stool beside him. He squinted and finally recognized the person.
"Pe-e-e-e-e-ez." He drawled drunkenly and shook his head, trying to clear it.
The ex-corporal cocked his head and smirked. "That IS you… but I've never seen you drunk before. Man, Giggy'd LOVE to hear this one!" And he snickered.
Blaznee frowned. "You still in contact with the old crew?"
Pez shrugged and ordered himself a drink, taking note of how many empties were covering the bar in front of the pilot. "Mostly just Giggywig. He's pretty ticked that he got kicked out of the ASN on a dishonorable discharge. He blames you."
Frowning, Pez was telling him stuff he already knew. There was no love lost between himself and the once gungho lieutenant. Scratch that, ex-lieutenant.
"How 'bout you?" Pez inquired as he sipped his beer.
"Dr Ziplock managed to keep some of his credentials and works out of the same… place I do. I run into him every now and then." Blaznee went to work on his final beverage though it was difficult to get the stuff down after having consumed so much in so short a time span.
"And Bipto… I don't see him at all, but I hear he's been knocked down to being a drill sergeant or something." Pez sighed as he lamented over their old crews fate.
When Blaznee finally managed to finish his drink, Pez had finished his own.
"Well…" the pilot stumbled off his chair and his feet fought to find footing on the rolling floor. "Been nice seein' ya'." He took a step and went down hard.
"Ow."
Pez stood over him and peered down inquiringly. "Need a hand home, moron?"
Blaznee blearily stared up at the twelve Pez's. "Um… yeah…"
The shorter Martian bent down and grabbed up Blaznee's hand, then grunting, hoisted the teetering pilot to a relatively vertical position. Blaznee leaned heavily on Pez who berated the pilot for getting so stumbling drunk.
"You're just lucky I arrived, you damn fool." Pez muttered and tried to keep his fellow Martian walking in a straight line.
"Lucky." Blaznee murmured unhappily. "If this is good luck then I don't want it."
Pez sensed that something was deeply troubling his one-time crewmate but didn't have the patience or the want to deal with it just then.
It took time to get Blaznee home. First, the drunken Martian had to recall where it was and after three mistaken near breaking and enterings, they finally found Blaznee's residence. Pez took the pilot's key from him and unlocked and opened the door. He shoved Blaznee who stumbled inside and stepped in himself.
Pez sat his keys down on the nearby table. "I'd take care of that before you go to bed else you're going to have a monster hangover tomorrow."
Blaznee realized Pez was right and he couldn't fly if he was hungover. He stumbled again and landed on his hands and knees.
"Uh, you gonna be alright?" Pez asked, brow raised as Blaznee crawled to the bathroom facilities unsteadily.
"Yeah, yeah." He grunted as he made his way. "Thanks, Pez."
Pez shrugged. "Well… I gotta go. See ya."
"See ya." Blaznee didn't see Pez leave, but heard the front door close as he made it to the toilet in time to hurl up everything he just drank.
The next morning, Blaznee had a killer headache and felt like vomiting some more. He felt positively wretched and lurched over to the bathroom to try to find something that'd make it go away.
He puked some more but all too soon got the dry heaves. Washing his face in the sink, he toweled off and then dug in his medicine cabinet for just the right pills. His stomach protested and he shivered at the unpleasant sensation as he downed the pills. Checking his chronometer once more, he guessed he had two hours to sober up before he'd make an attempt to get Kathy back. Meanwhile, he sat there on the floor of the lavatory feeling wretched from the loss of her and from having drunk too much.
It wasn't too long before the pills worked their magic and he was able to down a glass of water without wanting to hurl it back up. The damn pounding headache wouldn't go away though even if his stomach finally quieted. Then he realized it wasn't his head but someone was pounding at the door. He stumbled out of the bathroom and went and opened the door.
His brows shot up at his visitor.
"Pez?"
The shorter Martian handed him a flyer. Questioningly, Blaznee peered at it. A human was captured and between the fourth and thirteenth hours would be on display to the public on that day.
"Yeah, so?" Blaznee asked annoyed and handed the flyer back to Pez.
"I… think you should come down and see it…"
"I don't have time for this, Pez. Why should I care if some human was dumb enough to be captured by OUR forces? If you ask me, if they let one of us capture one of them, they frigging deserve all they get!"
Pez looked up at Blaznee and shuffled his feet. "You NEED to see this, Blaznee. I think they intend on killing it."
Blaznee stared down at Pez. "Since when were you the crusader, Pez?" He scoffed.
"Come ON!" Pez grabbed Blaznee's arm and dragged him out the door.
Swearing softly to himself, Blaznee yanked his arm back. "Okay, fine! Just 'cause you helped me out last night! Let me grab my keys first!" He grumbled as he went back and did so and locked his door. "I don't have time to go to the zoo today, Pez. I got something planned!"
Pez didn't say anything and led the way silently and looked very nervous. Blaznee walked after him feeling pissy and still feeling somewhat sick. The only thing on his mind was getting to Kathy. As they walked he tried to come up with a plan on how to steal a starship. Nothing was coming to mind though as all personal crafts had been confiscated after the Arcturun defeat and had been commandeered to be outfitted as emergency warships. He knew the ASN was desperate when they fitted a particle beam weapon and armored plating on a piece of crap Laibediq model family cruiser. They'd all be under tight security. How the hell was he supposed to get past that? He threw Pez a sideways glance and wondered if he could get the tiny Martian to help him out.
Finally, after taking the tediously long and over priced public transportation, they arrived at the display area that was really a big amphitheater for the arts. They stood in line and Blaznee was rather annoyed when he found out he had to pay for the viewing. The place was packed so they had to wait.
"Pez… this is just a waist of time."
"No it isn't."
"One look, then I'm outta here, got it?"
"Sure… sure…"
Blaznee stewed as they inched closer towards the center of the arena that was at the bottom of the bowl structure. There was a huge crowd of fellow Martians that surrounded what looked to be a cage one would hold a wild creature in within the center. Blaznee noted the bars and how small the cage was. Stupid human… he wasn't going to feel sorry for it, he didn't have time for that.
Finally they made it to the edge of the big crowd. There were two armed guards that slowly allowed people in, just as there were two armed guards on the other end slowly allowing people out to keep it from getting too crowded.
"Hey, I remember you from earlier. Here to have another look?" One guard said to Pez and snickered. "So, what do you think it is… a man or woman?"
Blaznee shot Pez an angry look. "You didn't say you already saw the thing! That's it, I'm outta here…"
But Pez grabbed Blaznee and wouldn't let go. "No you aren't! Come on!" Without releasing the irate pilot, he plowed into the melee of Martians. Elbowing his way up to the front, he had to shove several out of the way to make it.
"Frigging move out of the way!" Blaznee growled at the crushing bodies and began to shove too as he reluctantly moved forward.
Thoroughly ticked by the time they pushed their way through the crowd of gawkers, Blaznee shouldered himself a place in the front line and angrily stared into the cage.
His breath escaped him and he grabbed hold of Pez beside him tightly while keeping his gaze on the creature in the cage. "Dammit, Pez! Why the hell didn't you say!" He hissed as quietly as he could.
Standing on either side of the cage were two more guards, each carrying twice the menacing weaponry as the ones at the entrances and exits. But his eyes were for the Earthling and the Earthling alone. His heart pounded and he knew there was no mistake… even Pez had figured out it was her and he always said all Earthlings looked alike to him. She looked terrified and stood as far back in the cage as she could. Her eyes were wide and would scan the audience every now and then. His heart went out to her. He now understood the reason why he was stood up last night.
"I told you what I could…" Pez mumbled as he stared at her as well.
Blaznee wanted to run up and free her but he knew this was folly. Shitshitshit! What was he going to do? His Kathy was nervously scanning the room again and suddenly, his heart leapt when their eyes locked and he knew he saw recognition in them. She stared back at him with an amazed look in her eye. Kathy took a step forward, then another and Blaznee felt ready to flee… if she made it seem like they were acquaintances here, he'd be captured and withheld on the spot. Then he'd never be able to save her. He couldn't let that happen. He was prepared to melt back into the crowd when she seemed to gather her senses on her own and realized that picking him out of the crowd in that place would be a very bad idea. So instead, she turned and started to pace the cage like that was what she had planned to do all along.
"Damn, what are we gonna do?" Blaznee whispered agitatedly to Pez.
Pez shrugged helplessly. "Haven't the foggiest."
"We can't leave her there."
"What about what you said about the stupid human getting what they deserved?"
Blaznee glared at Pez. "That was BEFORE I knew you were talking about Kathy!"
"There are too many guards and too many Martians who would rather pay to see a human executed instead of rescued."
"I know that!" Blaznee hissed again feeling desperate.
A guard sauntered past and Blaznee waved him over.
"Yes?" The Martian quipped in a no nonsense manner like all the fun had been drilled out of his personality.
"Say, what's going to happen to this… thing?" Blaznee asked as he gestured over at Kathy, trying to play the part of bedazzled spectator.
The guard grunted. "Governmental study. We're thinking of invading Earth and we need to know our enemies, so it will be… processed in the usual manner."
"Processed?" Pez asked.
"Vivisection. A thorough tissue, organ, and DNA study. Now, I need you two to take a step back."
Blaznee felt sick all over again as he stared into the cage. He knew he couldn't pull off a rescue like this alone. He'd need the help of his old crew.
"Pez… would you be willing to muster up the entire crew and have them meet at my place? We have to make a plan."
Pez nodded.
"What the hell am I gonna do?" Blaznee muttered in futility.
He continued to stare at her, somewhat gratified that his imagination hadn't been that far off. She was very striking looking indeed and he cursed himself. Now was not the time to get an erection!
"Let's move the line along, folks!" The guards shouted over the noise of the continuously murmuring Martians.
Reluctantly, he took one last long stare and managed to catch her eyes once more. He gave her the barest smile and a slight nod and hoped she knew that he wouldn't just leave her there. They headed out, pressed against one another in the crowd that flowed from the amphitheater. Once outside, they moved to stand across the street to further themselves from the crowd that dispersed.
"She helped us escape, we have to return the favor." Blaznee said as his reason for such a risky venture. It wasn't any of their business to know he was hot to trot for her and she him.
"She knows we know she's here. I saw her recognize me from before, and again, just now, and you too." Pez said thoughtfully. "For a minute there I was afraid she'd blow our cover."
"She's too smart for that." Blaznee chastised him. "We'll have to somehow secure a transport. We can't have her walking the streets. Plus we have to get her the hell off this planet and back home."
Pez put his hands on his hips and cocked his head incredulously. "You remember her home vectors? After how long?"
Blaznee looked sheepish. "We've kept in regular contact. Remember the comm. Unit I gave her? Well… I consider her a good friend now." More then just a friend, he thought to himself.
Pez snorted. "Blaznee, you dog you."
"Shut up, Pez. It's none of your business."
"Ooo, touchy!" Pez grinned. "Don't tell me you two have been carrying on an affair after all this time!"
Blaznee stared daggers at Pez. "None of your business, I said!"
Pez chuckled. "Blaznee and a human… now I know the world is ending! You two got your bloodtests done yet?"
"Pez!" Blaznee shook a fist at the short Martian in warning, fully willing to pummel the ex-corporal into next week.
Pez knew he was hitting things pretty close to the mark from Blaznee's angry reaction. He always enjoyed picking on the usually cool as a cucumber pilot. It seemed like it had been forever since he'd last done so. Now when he slipped back into that mode, it felt nice and comfortable. He could feel the panic radiate from Blaznee and also enjoyed knowing the fact that he too could loose it under the right circumstances.
For a human, Pez thought Kathy wasn't that bad. She had helped them after all despite everything that had happened. At Blaznee's urging, he took off in search of the other two crew members at a run, knowing they didn't have much time before their government took Kathy apart in the name of science. Blaznee would scare up Dr Ziplock.
Blaznee headed home alone lost in dark thoughts. It's gonna be frigging impossible, he moped to himself.
To Be Continued…