Chapter 6: Between Chapters
After encountering several shady figures from increasingly wrong books, Samus and Houston finally arrived at her ship docked at the Alpha Centauri space station. Houston thought the unusual arrival of these characters was funny.
"Really, you gotta meet this Arthas guy! He almost offered to help us find Ridley!" Samus, in the meantime, didn't understand the punch line. "Houston, there could be hundreds of people that would pay a penny just to see us, let alone help us in action. There are many fans on Earth or whatever that would love to help - and won't be much of any either."
Houston didn't give up. "But the Arthas guy had a really huge sword and had a big green muscle-bag of a giant accompanying him. They could have really been of help!" Samus was getting irritated, and quickened her pace across the docking bay to her ship.
"Look, partner. We're the best lone gunmen the galaxy has to offer, and we don't need to bring along a full-fledged party. I don't care if he's King Arthur or The Chosen One - they aren't coming along on my watch!"
Houston took it personally, his suggestions shot to hell. "What about a planeswalker?" Samus turned around with a face of disgust and confusion on her face. "What, Houston?!" Houston's voice continued to shrink. "Or maybe just a skywalker?" Samus picked up a stray mechanic's wrench nearby and chucked it at Houston, narrowly missing him.
"NO! Enough is enough! Let's get moving, Mr. Eastwood!" And Samus made best efforts of kicking Houston into her ship and blasting off with the feeling of adventure once more brought back into her, after so many years.
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Deltha's head hurt, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet. 'What has that dragon done with me now? Wonder if I look as bad as I feel.'
Deltha woke up and opened his eyes to see himself in chained to the wall of a very dirty and slimy prison cell. Deltha assumed it was abandoned and not in official use anymore. Typical of Ridley. 'What does Ridley think he can get out of me. I may be the best mind of the century, but he can't - let alone WON'T kill me.'
Deltha then looked around, and saw (and heard) that the cell had no other company and that a poorly lit hallway was beyond the cell door - but no sounds of any kind could be heard. Even the shadows in the cell did not move. Deltha instead looked at his chains.
They were primitive and rusty, possibly even fragile. Ridley didn't think Deltha was worth the effort of finding a new pair of chain links. Deltha blinked unusually and a click came from the collar in his lab coat. A small, thin mechanical arm came out and followed the direct line of sight of Deltha's eyes.
Deltha shot a glare at one of his chain cuffs and the arm flashed to it, and welded a small laser to cut his left arm free. Deltha quickly did the same with the right hand, and he was free in an instant. Deltha blinked again, and the arm disappeared into his coat collar. Deltha walked up to the door and pulled on the handle hard.
The door easily came open, catching Deltha off guard and he almost lost his balance. He caught himself on the door handle and made sure he didn't make any noise. Deltha was deathly still and silent for a full minute when he was sure no-one was coming for him.
Deltha peeked his head around the door, to the left in the hallway. It was much more poorly lit than he had thought and could only see a few feet into the darkness. Deltha blinked in a funny way again, and a pair of night vision spectacles popped out of his collar again and covered his left eye.
The hallway was poorly decorated, like his cell and Deltha looked to the right, since the left indeed went on forever. There was a turn further down the hall, and not a thing moved.
Then, a gigantic crash came from behind him in his cell, sounding like a kitchen collection of pots, pans and refrigerators fell from its ceiling. The noise was deafening and abruptly stopped. Deltha winced in having giving a clear sound of something wrong away to the dragon, wherever he was.
Deltha turned to see what kind of mess lay behind him, and found himself staring a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, and his left eye (still with the night vision) was blinded. Daring not to blink, and knowing his peril in that instant, Deltha didn't move. Instead a roar twice as deafening at the crash before it blasted Deltha before both of his eyes blurred red and then fading to black.
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(I am playing Final Fantasy Tactics during this time that I have between plotlines. Who here has played it? Well, I faced Serpentarius my first time and he wiped the floor with me. ZODIAC does straight 999 DAMAGE!!! AAAHHH!)
(Does anyone know how long they'd like my chapters to be? I get the feeling a lot that I don't want to make my chapters too big. Any suggestions? Gracias. I think I needed a space between the important chapters to lighten the mood. BTW, anyone play Warcraft III? ^ ^ ^)
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After encountering several shady figures from increasingly wrong books, Samus and Houston finally arrived at her ship docked at the Alpha Centauri space station. Houston thought the unusual arrival of these characters was funny.
"Really, you gotta meet this Arthas guy! He almost offered to help us find Ridley!" Samus, in the meantime, didn't understand the punch line. "Houston, there could be hundreds of people that would pay a penny just to see us, let alone help us in action. There are many fans on Earth or whatever that would love to help - and won't be much of any either."
Houston didn't give up. "But the Arthas guy had a really huge sword and had a big green muscle-bag of a giant accompanying him. They could have really been of help!" Samus was getting irritated, and quickened her pace across the docking bay to her ship.
"Look, partner. We're the best lone gunmen the galaxy has to offer, and we don't need to bring along a full-fledged party. I don't care if he's King Arthur or The Chosen One - they aren't coming along on my watch!"
Houston took it personally, his suggestions shot to hell. "What about a planeswalker?" Samus turned around with a face of disgust and confusion on her face. "What, Houston?!" Houston's voice continued to shrink. "Or maybe just a skywalker?" Samus picked up a stray mechanic's wrench nearby and chucked it at Houston, narrowly missing him.
"NO! Enough is enough! Let's get moving, Mr. Eastwood!" And Samus made best efforts of kicking Houston into her ship and blasting off with the feeling of adventure once more brought back into her, after so many years.
* * * * *
Deltha's head hurt, and he hadn't opened his eyes yet. 'What has that dragon done with me now? Wonder if I look as bad as I feel.'
Deltha woke up and opened his eyes to see himself in chained to the wall of a very dirty and slimy prison cell. Deltha assumed it was abandoned and not in official use anymore. Typical of Ridley. 'What does Ridley think he can get out of me. I may be the best mind of the century, but he can't - let alone WON'T kill me.'
Deltha then looked around, and saw (and heard) that the cell had no other company and that a poorly lit hallway was beyond the cell door - but no sounds of any kind could be heard. Even the shadows in the cell did not move. Deltha instead looked at his chains.
They were primitive and rusty, possibly even fragile. Ridley didn't think Deltha was worth the effort of finding a new pair of chain links. Deltha blinked unusually and a click came from the collar in his lab coat. A small, thin mechanical arm came out and followed the direct line of sight of Deltha's eyes.
Deltha shot a glare at one of his chain cuffs and the arm flashed to it, and welded a small laser to cut his left arm free. Deltha quickly did the same with the right hand, and he was free in an instant. Deltha blinked again, and the arm disappeared into his coat collar. Deltha walked up to the door and pulled on the handle hard.
The door easily came open, catching Deltha off guard and he almost lost his balance. He caught himself on the door handle and made sure he didn't make any noise. Deltha was deathly still and silent for a full minute when he was sure no-one was coming for him.
Deltha peeked his head around the door, to the left in the hallway. It was much more poorly lit than he had thought and could only see a few feet into the darkness. Deltha blinked in a funny way again, and a pair of night vision spectacles popped out of his collar again and covered his left eye.
The hallway was poorly decorated, like his cell and Deltha looked to the right, since the left indeed went on forever. There was a turn further down the hall, and not a thing moved.
Then, a gigantic crash came from behind him in his cell, sounding like a kitchen collection of pots, pans and refrigerators fell from its ceiling. The noise was deafening and abruptly stopped. Deltha winced in having giving a clear sound of something wrong away to the dragon, wherever he was.
Deltha turned to see what kind of mess lay behind him, and found himself staring a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the darkness, and his left eye (still with the night vision) was blinded. Daring not to blink, and knowing his peril in that instant, Deltha didn't move. Instead a roar twice as deafening at the crash before it blasted Deltha before both of his eyes blurred red and then fading to black.
* * * * *
(I am playing Final Fantasy Tactics during this time that I have between plotlines. Who here has played it? Well, I faced Serpentarius my first time and he wiped the floor with me. ZODIAC does straight 999 DAMAGE!!! AAAHHH!)
(Does anyone know how long they'd like my chapters to be? I get the feeling a lot that I don't want to make my chapters too big. Any suggestions? Gracias. I think I needed a space between the important chapters to lighten the mood. BTW, anyone play Warcraft III? ^ ^ ^)
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