Three men walked out of the shadows. The first one was dressed in ripped jeans, brown cowboy boots and a red plaid button-up shirt. His long black hair completely covered all of his facial features except for his large nose. He had aviator sunglasses on and wore noise-canceling headphones over his ears.
"George!" Zane yelled out happily while grabbing his hand and shaking it happily.
He then turned to the second man. He was garbed in blue suede shoes, an orange pair of shorts that revealed a pair of purple knee-length socks, a lime green t-shirt, and a pair of black, fingerless, studded leather gloves. He was shaved bald and wore a pair of sunglasses that would cause Elton John to look away in shame.
"Freddy Spaghetti!" they grabbed each other and hugged before he turned to the last man.
The last man stood there twitching erratically. He had a pair of extremely dirty sneakers on his feet, and kept tapping them nonstop. He had a pair of greasy jeans on and also couldn't stop moving them; occasionally he would put his hands in his pockets, only to take them out a second later. He had no shirt on, and you could see that he was thin to the point of looking anorexic. He had a tattoo across his abdomen that said 'I heart Lattes', in fact, he was holding a cup of coffee right now, and it was splashing all over his hands because he couldn't stop shaking his hands. He wore no hat and you could see his filthy blond hair that was cut into a bowl shape. His eyes were also constantly blinking, and smiling and otherwise twitching his facial muscles.
"Uhhh. Hey there Mitch" he said and cautiously held his hand out to him.
"Hehehe… Zane! You're alive!" Mitch launched himself at Zane, knocking him to the ground, "My Gosh! I, I, I, I can't believe you're alive! We all thought you were dead; this is like the Twilight Zone or something. We all kept the band going after we lost you, but it just wasn't the same." He then whispered in Zane's ear saying, "I don't think you've noticed it yet, but I think these guys have gone off the deep end after these past seven years." He swirled his index finger around his head to accentuate his point.
"Anyways, Guys, you've got to help me. I've been captured by pirates and I need to escape. You guys need to help me get to our ship, and then we can escape with Elvis and Reggie, and get back to our normal lives. Is it a deal?"
"Of course we'll help" answered Freddy. It's a heck of a lot better than staying here and getting glassed. We would've left hours ago, but some crazy fans stole our ship. I'm not having anymore apocalypse parties in any more spaceships. Anyways, let's blow this popsicle stand!"
The newly reformed band climbed aboard Zane's dropship and while Zane went up to the cockpit, the band hid in the back. Zane walked up to the pilot and said, "Hey, Neil wants me back on my ship for some reason. You better take me there now."
To his amazement, the pilot sat up, gunned the engines and started flying without any questions.
Fifteen minutes later, they were onboard Zane's shuttle. No-one was onboard, so they locked all the entrances and went to the command console. Elvis welcomed them, but said that they couldn't leave.
"Why not?" asked Zane, "Tell me why we can't leave."
Elvis answered, "They've disconnected me from the slipspace drive because they figured that you would want to leave, and in all truth, this was a trap. That's why they never let you on before, so that you wouldn't know it. Now, all of the pirate ships are coming this way, wait, there's a message coming in. I'll put in on the central screen.
An old man appeared on the screen, Neil. "Well, Zane, I'll bet you weren't expecting this. You've faced my wrath when we met, but now prepare to be vaporized. All of my ships are going to blast you into oblivion when we get in range of our guns. Goodbye and thank you for giving us this secret weapon against the Covenant."
The screen went black and Elvis said. Well, we've got one minute before they get in range. If you get to the slipspace controls, I might be able to guide you to fire the engines. Okay?"
"Okay" said Zane as he sat at the control desk.
Thirty seconds later
"AAAHHHHHHHHH!!!! Were All Gonna Die!!!!" screamed Mitch, as he ran in circles in the ship. He then ran over to the controls where Zane was sitting. "Get us outta here!!! Leave Leave Leave!!! Get us away!!! I'll get us out!" he pushed Zane out of his seat and started pushing various buttons, throwing random switches, and turning knobs at will.
"Stop it" cried Elvis, "Slipspace is very precise and if you do it the wrong way, we could all die! You don't know what you're doing!"
"Of course I know what I'm doing" he said, twitching more than ever, "I'm getting us out of here!" he looked around until he found what he was looking for.
It was a big red button that said 'Slipspace ignition button' he pressed it and everyone screamed in unison "NOOOOOO!!!"
George peeked out from plant he had been hiding in. they were all still alive, that was good, but where were they now? He wondered if that jump really worked or if he was just dead. "What is it like being dead?" he wondered. He looked out one of the portholes on the ship and saw the inky blackness that indicated slipspace travel. Apparently, Mitch had tweaked the engine just the right way accidentally and by some amazing luck, they were alive. He lowered his sunglasses to get a better view of everything.
Elvis' hologram was pacing around the unconscious bodies of the rest of the band, and looking extremely annoyed. The nearly forgotten Reggie was rambling on about the lack of tea on the ship, his tiny robotic cage was lying in the corner, and his hologram stood rigid, as if waiting for an order"
Once elvis saw George, he walked over to him. "Everyone's fine, they're just all shook up."
"When are we gonna get out of slipspace?"
"How should I know? I've been locked out of the engine. Remember? We'll get out of here whenever the coordinates your buddy Mitch typed in wear out. Hopefully it'll happen before you run out of food."