The Rogue, the Slayer and the Mage
Seraphine was less than impressed with the new circumstances that were ahead. Not only was Tetris lagging along, she officially wished that Kabroz was back with his brother where both of them belonged – in their hideout.
Cutting free of the net's bonds she tossed aside the remainder of the threads and stood up sulkily.
"Not so confident anymore, eh Slayer," mocked Tetris behind her back, "looks like your egoism has been kicked down a notch." The only reply was a slight silence followed by a whisk of air as Seraphine adjusted her uniform.
"Well, let's see what other jokes I have for you, Slayer…" the mage grinned, revealing his yellowish incisors. "What do you get when you cross wolf with wetsuits…?" he offered cheerfully, "A Wash-and-wear wolf!"
"Very funny," said Seraphine with oblivious sarcasm in her voice…
"What do you call a vampire with a straw? A sucker…!" she commented.
It took Tetris at least two minutes to realise that the teen was referring to him…
"You remind me of someone I knew of a long time ago," mused Tetris angrily, "Her name was Buffy and she hunted our kind for a living…" The mage stormed off in the other direction, only to notice something weird occurring to his feet…
Even though the mage was actually walking forwards, some strong magnetic attraction was dragging him back to his original starting point. "Seraphine!" Tetris wailed, "Do something…! Anything…" Instantly, as if the name was the catalyst, the force immediately stopped dragging his feet. Seraphine noticed his terrified reaction to the supernatural phenomenon and paused in her own direction.
"What is it this time, Tetris?" she said consolingly, a tone she never used unless she was addressing humans. Tetris just pointed at the twin tracks that were created in the sand where his feet were dragged within several seconds... Seraphine stared. What in Slayer D's oath have occurred? Did Kabroz put that restraining order?
"So it means we're stuck together for the rest of our journey," Mage Tetris shrugged as Seraphine looked even more furious than he ever thought possible.
"KABROZ!!!!!" Suddenly a flock of owls from a Deadwood tree nearby burst into flight at the loudness of the female's projected voice.
About 3000 years ago in outer space…
"Have you set the coordinates correctly Worsh?" asked Star-Captain Sys-Zero.
The handsome brown-haired pilot nodded briefly as he glanced towards the asteroid belt.
The pilot wasn't exactly focused on the job, he was steering the Gamma ship with white knuckles, casually looking over his shoulder.
Senior-Pilot Worsh was hoping that when they landed at their new destination, it wouldn't be an absolute disaster… Given his previous hover-craft records, he had previously crashed into three minivans in the last year.
Worsh winced at the single thought as an amateur entered through the cockpit. Recognising the student, he waved at the seat next to him as his firefly buzzed around his head. "Hi there," The pilot greeted the student with flame red hair.
"What's up with the gnarly signals Worsh?" Vixen stated as she was seated across the cockpit, Worsh winked at the familiar sight of a student as his equal… Judging from the way her posture bent, that student was eager to drive the Gamma!
"How's it going with Devi Whirl and Misako Irwa?" Worsh requested; he was curious about the going on of students milling around in the 'control room'… Vixen was his only link to the 'control room' which was guarded from the staff.
"They're cool with everything; Devi keeps going on about a new haircut though."
"Why? Doesn't he like his hairdo? I think it's awesome," Worsh turned around. Instantly, there was an order from Sys-Zero being broadcasted over the system:
Worsh, what the heck are you doing? Get back to steering the Gamma NOW!
Ignoring Sys-zero without a word, Worsh handed the controls to Vixen.
"Worsh, what do you expect me to do? Drive the Gamma?" Worsh nodded,
"Oh great," responded Vixen sarcastically, "Handing the ship to a total amateur."
"Just drive it next to that swirlier hole over there."
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