A/N: Hey, not late after all! Well, here you go, guys - next chapter of The Other Descendants.
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Over the next few days, Piper spent most of her time holed up in her lab, and Aerrow spent most of his training. If they ever happened to pass in the corridors, they acted as if the other wasn't there. Breakfast had become a quiet affair.
About a week of this passed before Finn decided he couldn't take it anymore. He sauntered onto the bridge, and, confident that Piper and Aerrow were nowhere near, walked up to Stork. "Hey, Stork, buddy, how ya doing?"
Stork shuddered and delicately lifted Finn's arm off his shoulder. "Well, I'm still engaged in an endless struggle to fend off the invading microbes that could at any minute get into my system and result in my inevitable doom, so, the usual."
"...Uh huh. Well, anyway, I was wondering if I could borrow the onboard speaker system for a second."
"No."
"What? Why not? Please?" he whined, not waiting for an answer between questions.
Stork glanced at him irritably. "Because last time I did, you wired your 'music' into the system, so it was playing full-blast for at least two hours before I could figure out how to dismantle it."
"Oh, come on, Stork! I just need to call Junko and Radarr here!"
"Why can't you just go get them yourself?"
"Because I'm lazy. Can you just let me?"
"Fine, take it." Stork shoved the microphone at him. "But if you do anything besides calling them here, I'll throw you into the Wastelands."
"Geez, get all touchy," Finn muttered, but still grabbed eagerly at the mic.
"This is your painfully good-looking Master Blaster speaking," he drawled. Stork face-palmed. "Requesting Junko and Radarr at the bridge, pronto." The mic clicked off, and he put it back in its slot. "There, Stork, see? No funny stuff. Oh, when they come, could you just lock all the doors to the bridge? Don't want Piper or Aerrow crashing our plans." He grinned at the Merb.
"Our plans?"
Radarr and Junko arrived at the bridge, and Stork, sighing, locked all access to the bridge.
"What's up, Finn?" Junko asked. Radarr, not being able to speak their language, just chirped questioningly.
Finn drew himself up importantly. "Well, you all know how moody Piper and Aerrow have been lately." He started pacing in front of them like a war general. "Now, I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting kinda sick of it." He spun to face them. "I say we need a plan."
"This is gonna end badly."
Finn ignored Stork's comment. "Okay, people, huddle up. The Finnster's already got it covered. What we'll do is..."
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A whole heap of whispered discussion and pointless diagrams later, the plan was set.
"As much as I hate to admit it, Finn, this is a pretty good plan."
"Pretty good?" Finn looked offended. "Stork, don't insult me. It's an awesome plan!"
"Whatever. As long as don't have to leave the helm for any longer than necessary."
The sharpshooter rolled his eyes. "Okay, Junko. Begin Stage One."