Orbit of the moon
12:00 P.M. Eastern Standard Time
(Kowalski's POV)
I watched as the penguin one slammed into the lunar surface creating a new crater on the surface. "Kowalski!" Skipper's voice shouted over my comms, "Progress Report!" "We are floating helplessly over the moon," I said. "Kowalski we have incoming!" Private shouted on the comms. "No need to shout," I said, "I can hear you perfectly over the comms!" "Ka-boom! Ka-boom! Ka-boom!" Rico shouted. I turn to see a dolphin shaped space-shuttle silently come our way. "Kowalski what is happening report!" Skipper said. "Blowhole found us," I replied. "Exactly foolish Pen-gu-wins," blowhole said cutting into our comms, "coming to my lunar base was the worst plan you even devised." "How did you know of our plans," Skipper said. "Have you forgotten the advanced looking at you technology," Blowhole said.
"Always gets the good stuff," I muttered. "Well anyway…welcome aboard Pen-gu-wins," Blowhole replied. "what does that mean?" Skipper said. A pair of flaps opened at the back of the cockpit and a tractor beam shot out. The tractor beam sucked us into the shuttle and deposited us in the cockpit. "Welcome to my space shuttle," Blowhole replied menacingly. "We didn't have a choice in the matter," Skipper spat. "I was looking forward to gloating about my plans," Blowhole said, "but I don't like you tone…Lobster escort them to the prison in the back."
Blowhole turned to Red One, "take us to our lunar base…but take it slow!" "Why? you have enough thrust to get to their in no time," I said. "It built suspence," Blowhole replied. "Oh the suspence is killing me," Skipper mocked. "In that case," Blowhole said, "Slow and steady Red one!" The Lobsters forced us into the cargo hold section and escorted us past a smaller shuttle towards the robotic cargo arm in the rear of the hold. I noticed that the cargo bay doors were open, "How are we still breathing," Skipper asked. "See the black lines on the floor," the lobster replied, "and those posts…As long as you stay within them you will have oxygen." "Force field," I replied, "makes sense." "Why aren't we floating?" Private asked. "Shuttle has an artfically gravity field," the lobster said, "No don't make me throw you out of the oxygen field!"
A second shuttle appeared upside down above the opening in the ceiling of the cargo bay. The shuttle opened it's cargo bay door. The Robotic arm in the back went into action and grabbed a crate from the other shuttle and as the lobster escorted us past it placed the crate in the cargo hold. The Arm went back into it's slot and the bay doors slammed shut and we got a glimpse of the oxygen field before it deactivated. The Lobsters brought us to crate in the back of the spacecraft then walked us into the reinforced interior. Their was a jail cell in the back of the dimly lit crate which we were rudely shoved into. The Jailer close the door, locked it, then put the keys back on a hook that was way out of our reach. The Jailer left with the other lobsters then looked the doors of the crate cutting us off from the rest of the shuttle.
4 hours later
The Crate doors opened and we were sprung from our cages. Dr. Blowhole and some lobsters escorted us out of the crate and back to the cockpit. The shuttle had landed on the luner surface and was docked to a enclosed walkway leaded into blowhole's base. Lobsters and equipment was already leaving the shuttle thru the airlock. We exited the airlock and were escorted thru the walkway to the base. Thru the windows we saw several other shuttles and four battle cruisers docked to similar walkways all leading to the lunar base. "We don't have time for sightseeing Pen-gu-wins," Blowhole replied as we entered a hanger filled with smaller shuttles, battle cruisers, moon buggies, what looked like fighter jets, and strange looking vehicles with deadly weapons. I noticed a few projects amoung the working vehicles that were being meticulously worked on by the lobsters. The sounds of welding equipment, power tools, cranes, and hammers filled the hanger as they contiuned working seemly unaware of our presence.
"Admiring my lunar tanks are we?" Blowhole said. Lobsters moved around quickly doing various tasks moving between the many vehicles. After moving us past the various vehicles, spacecraft, and projects they escorted us out of the hanger and into room brightly lighted and filled with fishtanks overflowing with a variety of fish and other edible sea creatures. "An…you built youself a fish-farm," I said. "OF course how else could I get my favorite fish on this desolate rock?" Blowhole said. We exited the fish-farm and were escorted into a bio-dome with all sorts of crops, vegetables, nuts, and fruit. The air was filled with the singing of songbirds and the buzzing of insects. Bugs also crawled around in the dirt on the floor of the dome.
"Why all of this?" Skipper said as various farm vehicles moved around and lobsters were climbing ladders to reach the tops of the trees. Some other lobsters were watering a variety of plants and trees. "This bio-dome and the fish-farm will allow this base to contiune operations even if our food supply lines are cut off," Blowhole said, "Also the oxygen provided by the trees in all five bio-domes circulations throughout the base…Keeping our recycled air from going stale." "Air can go stale?" Skipper asked. "IF you recycle it enough times," I replied. "IF our oxygen recyclers fail we will still have plenty of fresh air."
Blowhole and the lobster escorted us from the biodome, down a wide corrider. "This corrider is part of the bio-dome network a network of corriders that connect the bio-domes to each other, the hangers, and the main base itself." "Wait we're not even in the main base yet?" Skipper asked. "Well all the docked space craft you saw were docked to Primary Hanger two," Blowhole explain clearly enjoying showing off, "There are four primary hangers and several secondary hangers that form a ring around the bio-domes at the four corners of the base only the primary hangers have docking points. The Ring of hangers is collectively known as the space port." Blowhole explaination dragged on, "The Entire base is surrounded by a force field that only allows in authorized vehicles." We reached the end of the corridor and went thru a pair of sliding doors and into the main base. Like most of Blowhole's earth-based lairs it had two levels and several banks of computers. This lair drafted all of Blowhole's other bases…with the expection of his helicarrier. The bottom of the bio-dome could be seen at the center of the main base. "see I'm not a monster," Blowhole said, "I put all my prisoners in the largest of the five bio-domes…and it's a paradise in there."
"Of course I had to releash the humans…they were getting demanding," Blowhole said, "so I dropped back on earth…in the australian outback." "The Australian outback?" I said. "Don't worry they are only an hour's trek away from civilization…I'm sure they'll find an way back to the states after that." "So now what," I said. "Since you have no escape," Blowhole said, "enjoy the company of your friends and allies…forever." "there is only one way in and out and it's guarded by you worst enemies and some chromeclaws," blowhole said. Hans, The Rat King, the red squirrel, and Clemson arrived with an army of lobsters. Hans restrained Skipper, Clemson grabbed Rico, The Rat King got me in his death-grip, and the Red Squirrel restrained Private. "Take them away," Blowhole said. They forcefully escorted us to the biodome's only entrance and shoved us inside. As the doors closed we got a glimpse of Officer X's sastified expression and Hans' puzzling half-grin. The door locked electronically and sealed us in the dome the sides cleverly tinted to block our view of Blowhole's lunar lair. We found ourselves on a metal platform surrounded by water in the distance were four islands connected by bridges. "So now what?" I said. "Our friends and allies are that way," Skipper said, "Let's make an army out of them…"
(End of Chapter Three)