Oh! Delicious! Thank you all who reviewed the last chapter, and hopefully you're once again back for more :D
This fic is fer mon amie Alone Dreaming, who is off vacationing sumwhere.
The last bit in the last chapter was supposed to be the aftermath of Survival :blush: Sorry if it wasn't clear.
Enough blabbering, Here's the next installment!
Chapter 1
We Meet The Investigators.
Location: Planet Tristialliax- GHQ Aerial Base
"No please!" The door started to close, and the Tistani waved happily. The figure next to the raging woman waved back, just as happily. "Oh come on! I'll clean Sector 8! Every month! Please don't make me go with this idiot!"
"I am not an idiot!" The figure pouted as the door of the ship closed with a fet-uskerk.
"Everyone on this stupid planet is an idiot. You just happen to be a bigger one."
"And you are the grumpiest person I've met. No wonder you can't get a man or even a (-no translation. Word for the third gender of their planet.-)" The man snickered into his uniform as he was changing into it, and received a slap to his head for his words.
"Idiot." She hissed, "Can't believe I'm stuck with you for…" she bit back a sob as she remembered the time period.
"Three earth years! Won't this be fun?" The man stood, flexing his arm forward and back as he tested the fit.
The woman calculated, took three years to get to Earth, even with their fastest ship. Five years, actually going by their time. So that's five years for the trip, let's say a year max for the mission, and five more for the return trip.
Oh…she pressed a couple of buttons on the ship, and a hidden panel opened. Quickly she got out the bottle and took a swig from it.
The man noticed, and was about to mention how such a substance was forbidden in three interstellar galaxies, but as he absently rubbed his head, he thought better and kept his mouth shut.
"Well…"
"Shut up Kitilsi." The woman grinned and took another swig, her eyes slowly closing in bliss. Kitilsi noticed and rushed over to her.
"Oh no, not now! You're my co-pilot! Come on! Don't do this please…" Kitilsi whimpered, but his efforts were in vain as she waved to him merrily, her essence already flying throughout the ship, giggling madly.
"Walizza!" He shouted her name as she her mind began to mess with the controls. Stupid drink. Stupid co-pilot. Sure he wasn't the happiest Tristian when he found they were both chosen for this mission…
But at least he was professional! Not like this…woman. Drinking on the job, and not even a good drinker at that! She had allowed her mind to escape her body! Silently, he thought those were her intentions. Ah well, she would get hers.
Kitilsi sat on the ship, started up the controls, and lifted the ship off from its hanger. Balloons and light beams were hailing their departure. Kitilsi waved down at his planet.
"Goodbye!" he shouted in excitement. Though many ignored earth, or hated it…it really depended on the Tristian, Kitilsi really looked forward traveling to it; he heard it was very similar to their planet say 8000 years ago. That was the rumor anyway, some insisted it was less. But the Tristians are a proud race, and would not accept being so close to the age of such an inferior planet.
Kitilsi was quite anxious; it was like traveling back in time. Even with all of their advanced research and the like, their planet had never broken the lock on time travel. So, many thought it impossible.
Kitilsi let the ship handle the piloting, at these speeds he wouldn't be much help anyway. With a sighed he sat back and opened the English dictionary. Quite lengthy he mused. He ignored the gleeful shouts of Walizza traveling in and out of his own mind.
He shuddered violently at one image of him being tied up and thrown to the Mongeds.
Oh yes, when Walizza woke up with the after effects. Oh, she would know how much of an idiot he could be.
-o-O-o-
Walizza woke up with a groan, her mind still a bit wobbly from the drink. She groaned and went to spew out the small pill that formed after any one decided to drink the substance.
The pill was a piece of her mind, should she want it back, she would have to swallow it. This ritual was placed to catch those who had been drinking, eventually they would throw up, leaving the pill behind, and the authorities would find it, scan the brain activity on the pill and match it to the offending drinker.
They truly knew how to take away the fun from a simple drink.
In her state she didn't notice the pill at first, but remembering that such a thing existed she called out to her partner.
"Kitilsi! Kitilsi! Get over here!"
"Hello my darling aardvark and what may I do for you today?"
"What? Whassat noise…what are you saying?"
"Practicing my English. It's great!" That's the thing about Kitilsi, he wouldn't hold grudges for long, and he had completely forgotten he was ever angry at Walizza to begin with.
"Yea, yea, wonderful. Listen, I'm missing something…look in the sink (at least I think it's in the sink) and see if a small yellow…wait no, it's red, always red…pill is there, see it?" Kitilsi looked over her shoulder with a frown.
"Eew, yes. Along with your dinner, lunch, and breakfast from yesterday."
"See it? Ok good, get it for me."
"What! You are loca."
"What is that more English?"
"Spanish actually, they gave us the wrong tape for one of our English courses."
"Whatever! Just get it ok?" Ah yes, he remembered now, he was very angry with his co-worker. But he obeyed, as that was what he was best at.
"Ew. Ew. Ew. Ewwwww." He whined as he reached in and picked it out. He gagged at the smell. He studied it for a moment, and twirled it in his hand, seemed this was what controlled her sight. He grinned and stepped away from Walizza.
"Got it? Ok hand it over." She held out her hand in impatience.
"Wait a minute…why should I?" Kitilsi took a step backward, making sure to keep enough distance between them. Just as he thought, she swung her arm around in anger.
"Hand it over idiot!"
"No, at least this way you won't hit me anymore." Walizza took a deep breath, her shoulders trembling, her eyes searching wildly around.
"Bastard, bastard…" she called, as if one would call for a cat.
"I happened to know my father very well, now…I'll give you this back if you promise!"
"Promise what, not to hit you? Sorry, can't promise that."
"Nah, it's all right. Just promise you'll sit and learn English with me." Walizza bit her lip; she had to do that anyway…anything to get her sight back.
"Done. Hand it over." And Kitilsi did as he was told, happily. Walizza swallowed the pill quickly and waited for her sight to return. Kitilsi was already in the front of the ship, watching the holographic projections of the language video.
"Hello my name is John. This is my friend Jody. Say hello Jody. Hello! My name is Jody…" Kitilsi eagerly repeated the phrase as he watched the translations pass by from underneath the speaker's head.
"Hello my name is John…This is my friend…" The poor Tristian didn't even see the fist coming from his right, and as he blacked out, a voice in the background muttered.
"Hello my name is Dewy…Bastard."
To be continued…
Starsky & Hutch will be back in the next chappy. This was just sum, erm…friendly introductions. So if one would be kind enough to tell me, how do you like 'em :twiddles fingers:
I would also like to know…if this is imagination or madness…
