The title of this story is "Mission: Volroch," by Jesse Shearer. It is dedicated to the moon mission Apollo 13 and just takes place
"Computer," said Captain Shamus O'Reiley, "are there any life forms on the planet we are now orbiting?"
"Affirmative. Life signs detected in city-village society social structure, heavy industry present," the computer reported.
"I wonder if they like to gamble?" asked Shamus's brother Patrick.
"Unkown," beeped the computer.
"NOT YOU! We'll find out in the morning. Good night, Pat, computer," said Shamus.
Later that night, while the brothers were sleeping, the ship's transporter went off. The men found themselvs waking up near some plants, near which were some of the planet's inhabitants.
"These aren't our beds! Why aren't we on Volroch any more?" asked Shamus.
Since Pat was an overly nervous person, he always slept with his hand lazer in bed with him, and after his shock, he was wildly firing at a large carniverous plant nearby, screaming "Kill it, kill it!" After he had calmed down some, one of the natives watching them approached.
"Where are we?" asked Shamus.
"You are on Mobius. My name is Antione de Pardeux. Who are you, sirs?" asked the fox-man.
"I'm Captian Shamus O'Reily, and this is my paranoid brother, Patrick. Sorry about his shooting," said Shamus. "Do your people gamble?"
"Sorry, captian, but you are alien and we do not understand your concepts. You will have to teach us," Antione responded.
"We can't here. How about a trip to Alpha Centauri Station?" asked Pat. "Can we meet your friends first?"
"Most certainly, sirs," said Antione. "This way, please. I would like you to meet our leader, Princess Sally Acorn; and our trusted friend Sonic Hedgehog."
The four exchanged handshakes and "Pleased to meet you's." The subject then turned to what the outsiders were doing there, anyway.
"I heard you use the word `Volroch.' What does this mean?" asked Sally.
"It's the name of our ship," Shamus explained. "It is, or was, the spacecraft that brought us here. It's in the native language of the people we bought it from, and as far as we know, there's no translation into our language. Had we been fully prepared for our arival, we would have both had weapons and small hand computers. Fortunately, it is my belief that I always need a communication device with me. Therefore, I invented this nice little pin I'm wearing."
"Ha! I'd like to see it work!" exclaimed Sonic.
Shamus looked directly at Sonic and tapped his pin, which squeaked.
"Shamus O'Reily to Volroch main computer," Shamus said. "Present location?"
To the supprise of the native Mobians, there was a response. What ever voice was at the other end had given some coordinates, 3695 by 2309 by 5600, to be exact.
"Ship's status?" asked Shamus.
"All systems functioning normally," the voice responded. Shamus then began to do a visual search of the surroundings.
"What are you looking for?" asked Antione.
"Something of sufficeint mass to do a transporter test with. This rozequartz should do just nicely," responded Shamus.
"What's this `transporter' thing he's looking to test, Mr. Patrick?" asked Sally.
"Well, ma'am, Shamus needs that stone so he can see if our ship's been invaded or has just made a mistake," explained Pat. "The transporter causes a focused matter-energy conversion, directs the energy stream to a certain three dimentional point and reverses the process. In this case, it will be from wherever Shamus puts that quartz to one of the transporter pads abord Volroch. It shouldn't take more than six seconds total. All ready over there, Shamus?"
"There appears to be a thin strip of iron in here, but it's not big enough to cause problems. I'm ready to begin testing. Computer," said Shamus at the same time he squeaked his pin, "lock onto the quartz I'm holding in my hand."
"Lock established," reported the computer
"Just a second before you begin, Shamus, sir. I have to get NICHOLE," requested Sally.
"Who's Nichole, Sally?" asked Shamus.
"As you said about your ship, Shamus, it's not so much who as what. NICHOLE is a hand-held Artificial Intelegence unit, loyal to our Freedom Fighting cause," explained Sally.
"Hey, that's interesting. I've heard rumors of and android with AI capabilities on our homeworld, Earth, but I don't know if they're true or not," said Pat.
Shamus agreed and called his computer over his pin and told it to maintain a lokck on the stone and to stand by for further instructions as Sally left. After about five minutes, Sally returned with NICHOLE, which interested Shamus and Pat.
"Does that thing actually work?" asked Pat.
"I believe so. I'll find out her status. How are you today, friend?" asked Sally.
"I am functioning normally. I am prepared for survey of transport procedure," NICHOLE beeped.
"That's amazing!" exclaimed Shamus. "I guess it's my turn now. "Shamus O'Reily to Volroch. Energize!"
The loud ring and blue flash of the transporter's activation effect found a different reaction from all who had never seen it before. "What happened? Did I just see that?" asked a dumbstruck Sonic. Sally, although just as awed as Sonic, reacted by asking NICHOLE for analisis of what had just happened. Antione just fainted.
"Shamus O'Reily to Volroch. What is transport status?" asked Shamus.
"Transport successfully completed. Sample has been moved to storage area three," reported the computer on the Volroch.
"Well, Sally, what does she say about *them* apples?" asked Sonic.
"NICHOLE, report," said Sally.
"Undefined energy form appears from unknown source, consumes quartz crystal and intensifies by power of 10,000, disapates. Total mass of crystal: one kilogram. Total elapsed time: six seconds," reported NICHOLE.
"You are pulling my leg, sirs," said Antione, when he woke up. "The rock is just being hidden from us."
"No joke, my friend. It really got sent to the ship like that," said Shamus.
"I am not believing you. You will show me where you hid the rock," said Antione.
"This guy needs some `convincing,' don't you think?" asked Pat.
"I guess. We might as well bring all three of `em," remarked Shamus.
"Right. You might as well do it now and get it done with," said Pat.
"Volroch, five to beam up," Shamus ordered the computer, and in a matter of seconds, the party was aboard the spaceship. Only seconds later, a message signal was recieved from somewhere on the planet. As Shamus went to answer, the signal died.
"Who or what was it?" asked Sonic.
"I can't say. The transmission was cut before I could find out," Shamus replied.
"I for one would like to see this rock sample that was sent here," requested Sally.
"Hey, why not? I'll go get it," said Pat. Upon finding the quartz sample with the iron in it, Pat had to call Shamus to come and have a look.
"It looks fine to me, Pat. Where was it?" asked Shamus.
"Sample storage three, just like the computer said," Pat answered. "Hold it up to the light for a second, brother."
"That shouldn't change anything, Pat," said Shamus, holding the crystal up to the light. "Hold on, what's this? These metal fillaments aren't iron, they're gold. Was this all that was in there?"
"Yes. The computer always puts a force filed around any storage compartment that samples are beamed into. Nothing else can get in or out, even by transporter. You should know that as well as I do," said Pat.
"Well then, we'll have to check every other major system for similar problems. When I went to take that call, I couldn't trace it. The commsystem's circuts seem to have been fried by some sort of high-powered energy field," said Shamus. "If it happened durring the transport of that crystal, that could explain it. I'm just glad it wasn't us."
"I, too, am glad it was the rock instead of us," said Antione.
"Right. Shamus, you go check the transporter and helm. I'll recheck the commsystem, then take a look at the computer and Post Light drives. Conference among all aboard to discuss the findings ASAP," said Pat.
"I'm on it," said Shamus.
"We'll be waiting here," said Sally.
In two hours time, the tests were complete and the conference had begun.
"I didn't find anything too major," said Shamus. "The tracking charts in helm control are on the fritz, and there's a minor fluctuation that occurs randomly in the transporter's imaging scanners. Whatever happened couldn't have been too serious."
"That glitch in the commcircuts was there, alright," said Pat. "But all other major systems checked out OK."
"Communications requires just a simple replacement, but the other two need teams of two or more. Besides Pat and I, who here is mechanically skilled?" asked Shamus.
"Not I," said Antione.
"I'm not," said Sonic.
"I am, to an extent. Can I help?" asked Sally.
"Most definately. We'll still need an extra pair of hands, though. Are you both sure you can't help?" asked Pat.
"Yes, but there's someone in our village that can help. His name is Rotor Walrus. If it's mechanical or technology, he can fix it," said Sonic. "But I don't think we can call him on the radio here, though."
"Then I will go and retrieve him," said Antione. "I am not staying on a spaceship with problems. Please don't bring me back."
"Alright, Mr. de Pardeux. This way, please," said Shamus. "Could you step onto one of those discs over there? I'll have less trouble sending you back."
"I am ready whenever you are," said Antione.
"This should set you down fairly close to where you want to go," said Shamus, as he finished entering the coordinates and looked up at Antione, who nodded. "Energising."
"I'll get to fixing that commsystem," said Pat.
Meanwhile, Antione had just arrived in Knothole, within sight of Rotor's hut. The sight and sound of the transport had caught Rotor's interest, and he met Antione at the door.
"There are aliens in orbit that wish your presence aboard their spaceship," reported Antione, once they had stepped back inside the hut.
"Really? How will they know which one is me?" Rotor asked, seconds before a new gadget appeared on one of his workbenches with a note that said "hold this." Carefully, he reached out and grabbed it. Before he even had time to turn around again, he found himself in a place that looked alot like the lab he had always wanted. When he turned around, he saw Shamus and almost tried to ask a question.
"Welcome aboard the Starship Volroch," said Shamus. "I'm Captian Shamus O'Reily. Your friends suggested that I bring you here." "I have so many questions, I don't know where to begin," said Rotor.
"There'll be time for that later, I'm sure," said Shamus. "I've offered your leaders a tour of the solar system once we have everything fixed."
"What could possibly need fixing in a place like this?" asked Rotor.
"The transporter, which brought you here; and the tracking charts in the helm," said Shamus. "Since my brother Pat and your princess have already begun work on the helm, we'll start on the transporter."
"What's wrong with it?" asked Rotor.
"Random fluxuations in the imaging scanner. If it gets worse, we're all stuck here untill we fix it," said Shamus.
"You've got my interest," said Rotor. "Let's get started." "Normally, these subsystems shoudn't read semi-active at all. This one here," said Shamus, pointing the probe of a hand sensor at a small square-shaped section behind an open panel, "does. So far, all I've been able to figure out is that there's something caught in the system. What, I'm not exactly sure. What I need you to do is use the scanners over there to make an identification. Understand the controls?"
"I think so," said Rotor. "The display here says something about Darelus particles, if that's any use."
"Sure is. It means we'll have to pull the whole imaging scanner unit and purge int manually," said Shamus. "That'll be a pain."
An hour later, everything was done and all the systems aboard the ship were functioning normally. Then a message came in.
"This is Ivo Robotnik, High Ruler of Mobius. I have taken control of the transport mechanism onboard your ship. An invasion force will arive shortly." The message ended there.
"We're doomed," said Sonic.
"Not quite. He's got one or two more codes to crack, and we'll let him do it. I've got a plan, though. When the force starts coming, I'll beam out that rock sample and disrupt the signals. If we're lucky, only the transporter systems will get fried," said Shamus. An alarm began ringing as soon as he stopped talking.
"They're coming! Here's the sample!" shouted Pat.
"Energising," said Shamus. "System overload! It's affecting all non-emergency systems! Computer! Emergency beamout of all essential materials! Now!"
"Five for emgergency beamout!" Pat called, after the first transport was complete.
Seconds later, Shamus and the three Mobians were safe on the planet's surface, but Pat was nowhere to be found.
"I hope he's not lost in this nignt," said Shamus. "Shamus O'Reily to Volroch. Status!"
"Drive core breach in ten seconds," the computer reported.
"Where is Patrick O'Reily?" asked Shamus.
"Onboard Volroch. Five seconds untill drive core breach," reported the computer.
Shamus cringed and dropped to his knees, almost in tears, as the explosion in orbit became visible in the night sky.
"Buttnik's gonna pay heavy for that one!" said Sonic.
"We all feel sorry for you," said Sally.
"When I first went into business, I had a crew of three and a ship named Pinochle. My best friend, Marcus Kelly, died when we had to destroy it. Now I can never go home," said Shamus.
"In a way, that's a good thing, though," said Rotor. "You could be the advantage we've been looking for in our fight against Robotnik."
"How so?" asked Shamus.
"Your technical skills, for one," Sally answered.
"I hadn't thought of that," said Shamus. "I guess there's only one thing left for me to do before we head for your village."
"What's that?" asked Sonic.
"Quote a man from my world named Joe Kearwin on what he said about a ship that saved him once: `Farewell, Aquarius, and we thank you.'," said Shamus.
"Why that?" asked Sally.
"Mr. Kearwin was one of the people on a failed flight to our own moon in the late twentieth century, and the Aquarius was the life pod they used to return to earth after an accident in space damaged their main vessle," explained Shamus.
"You seem to know alot about that sort of thing," Rotor said. "That could come in handy."
"It could, at that," said Shamus as the group turned and headed for Knothole Village. "We've got a dictator to overthrow. We'd better get some rest."
The End.
Here's my first. Not the best or worst, but here.
Sonic the Hedgehog and related characters and places copyright SEGA Incorporated, DIC Entertainment, and Archie Comics.
Star Trek items copyright Paramount Pictures.
"Computer," said Captain Shamus O'Reiley, "are there any life forms on the planet we are now orbiting?"
"Affirmative. Life signs detected in city-village society social structure, heavy industry present," the computer reported.
"I wonder if they like to gamble?" asked Shamus's brother Patrick.
"Unkown," beeped the computer.
"NOT YOU! We'll find out in the morning. Good night, Pat, computer," said Shamus.
Later that night, while the brothers were sleeping, the ship's transporter went off. The men found themselvs waking up near some plants, near which were some of the planet's inhabitants.
"These aren't our beds! Why aren't we on Volroch any more?" asked Shamus.
Since Pat was an overly nervous person, he always slept with his hand lazer in bed with him, and after his shock, he was wildly firing at a large carniverous plant nearby, screaming "Kill it, kill it!" After he had calmed down some, one of the natives watching them approached.
"Where are we?" asked Shamus.
"You are on Mobius. My name is Antione de Pardeux. Who are you, sirs?" asked the fox-man.
"I'm Captian Shamus O'Reily, and this is my paranoid brother, Patrick. Sorry about his shooting," said Shamus. "Do your people gamble?"
"Sorry, captian, but you are alien and we do not understand your concepts. You will have to teach us," Antione responded.
"We can't here. How about a trip to Alpha Centauri Station?" asked Pat. "Can we meet your friends first?"
"Most certainly, sirs," said Antione. "This way, please. I would like you to meet our leader, Princess Sally Acorn; and our trusted friend Sonic Hedgehog."
The four exchanged handshakes and "Pleased to meet you's." The subject then turned to what the outsiders were doing there, anyway.
"I heard you use the word `Volroch.' What does this mean?" asked Sally.
"It's the name of our ship," Shamus explained. "It is, or was, the spacecraft that brought us here. It's in the native language of the people we bought it from, and as far as we know, there's no translation into our language. Had we been fully prepared for our arival, we would have both had weapons and small hand computers. Fortunately, it is my belief that I always need a communication device with me. Therefore, I invented this nice little pin I'm wearing."
"Ha! I'd like to see it work!" exclaimed Sonic.
Shamus looked directly at Sonic and tapped his pin, which squeaked.
"Shamus O'Reily to Volroch main computer," Shamus said. "Present location?"
To the supprise of the native Mobians, there was a response. What ever voice was at the other end had given some coordinates, 3695 by 2309 by 5600, to be exact.
"Ship's status?" asked Shamus.
"All systems functioning normally," the voice responded. Shamus then began to do a visual search of the surroundings.
"What are you looking for?" asked Antione.
"Something of sufficeint mass to do a transporter test with. This rozequartz should do just nicely," responded Shamus.
"What's this `transporter' thing he's looking to test, Mr. Patrick?" asked Sally.
"Well, ma'am, Shamus needs that stone so he can see if our ship's been invaded or has just made a mistake," explained Pat. "The transporter causes a focused matter-energy conversion, directs the energy stream to a certain three dimentional point and reverses the process. In this case, it will be from wherever Shamus puts that quartz to one of the transporter pads abord Volroch. It shouldn't take more than six seconds total. All ready over there, Shamus?"
"There appears to be a thin strip of iron in here, but it's not big enough to cause problems. I'm ready to begin testing. Computer," said Shamus at the same time he squeaked his pin, "lock onto the quartz I'm holding in my hand."
"Lock established," reported the computer
"Just a second before you begin, Shamus, sir. I have to get NICHOLE," requested Sally.
"Who's Nichole, Sally?" asked Shamus.
"As you said about your ship, Shamus, it's not so much who as what. NICHOLE is a hand-held Artificial Intelegence unit, loyal to our Freedom Fighting cause," explained Sally.
"Hey, that's interesting. I've heard rumors of and android with AI capabilities on our homeworld, Earth, but I don't know if they're true or not," said Pat.
Shamus agreed and called his computer over his pin and told it to maintain a lokck on the stone and to stand by for further instructions as Sally left. After about five minutes, Sally returned with NICHOLE, which interested Shamus and Pat.
"Does that thing actually work?" asked Pat.
"I believe so. I'll find out her status. How are you today, friend?" asked Sally.
"I am functioning normally. I am prepared for survey of transport procedure," NICHOLE beeped.
"That's amazing!" exclaimed Shamus. "I guess it's my turn now. "Shamus O'Reily to Volroch. Energize!"
The loud ring and blue flash of the transporter's activation effect found a different reaction from all who had never seen it before. "What happened? Did I just see that?" asked a dumbstruck Sonic. Sally, although just as awed as Sonic, reacted by asking NICHOLE for analisis of what had just happened. Antione just fainted.
"Shamus O'Reily to Volroch. What is transport status?" asked Shamus.
"Transport successfully completed. Sample has been moved to storage area three," reported the computer on the Volroch.
"Well, Sally, what does she say about *them* apples?" asked Sonic.
"NICHOLE, report," said Sally.
"Undefined energy form appears from unknown source, consumes quartz crystal and intensifies by power of 10,000, disapates. Total mass of crystal: one kilogram. Total elapsed time: six seconds," reported NICHOLE.
"You are pulling my leg, sirs," said Antione, when he woke up. "The rock is just being hidden from us."
"No joke, my friend. It really got sent to the ship like that," said Shamus.
"I am not believing you. You will show me where you hid the rock," said Antione.
"This guy needs some `convincing,' don't you think?" asked Pat.
"I guess. We might as well bring all three of `em," remarked Shamus.
"Right. You might as well do it now and get it done with," said Pat.
"Volroch, five to beam up," Shamus ordered the computer, and in a matter of seconds, the party was aboard the spaceship. Only seconds later, a message signal was recieved from somewhere on the planet. As Shamus went to answer, the signal died.
"Who or what was it?" asked Sonic.
"I can't say. The transmission was cut before I could find out," Shamus replied.
"I for one would like to see this rock sample that was sent here," requested Sally.
"Hey, why not? I'll go get it," said Pat. Upon finding the quartz sample with the iron in it, Pat had to call Shamus to come and have a look.
"It looks fine to me, Pat. Where was it?" asked Shamus.
"Sample storage three, just like the computer said," Pat answered. "Hold it up to the light for a second, brother."
"That shouldn't change anything, Pat," said Shamus, holding the crystal up to the light. "Hold on, what's this? These metal fillaments aren't iron, they're gold. Was this all that was in there?"
"Yes. The computer always puts a force filed around any storage compartment that samples are beamed into. Nothing else can get in or out, even by transporter. You should know that as well as I do," said Pat.
"Well then, we'll have to check every other major system for similar problems. When I went to take that call, I couldn't trace it. The commsystem's circuts seem to have been fried by some sort of high-powered energy field," said Shamus. "If it happened durring the transport of that crystal, that could explain it. I'm just glad it wasn't us."
"I, too, am glad it was the rock instead of us," said Antione.
"Right. Shamus, you go check the transporter and helm. I'll recheck the commsystem, then take a look at the computer and Post Light drives. Conference among all aboard to discuss the findings ASAP," said Pat.
"I'm on it," said Shamus.
"We'll be waiting here," said Sally.
In two hours time, the tests were complete and the conference had begun.
"I didn't find anything too major," said Shamus. "The tracking charts in helm control are on the fritz, and there's a minor fluctuation that occurs randomly in the transporter's imaging scanners. Whatever happened couldn't have been too serious."
"That glitch in the commcircuts was there, alright," said Pat. "But all other major systems checked out OK."
"Communications requires just a simple replacement, but the other two need teams of two or more. Besides Pat and I, who here is mechanically skilled?" asked Shamus.
"Not I," said Antione.
"I'm not," said Sonic.
"I am, to an extent. Can I help?" asked Sally.
"Most definately. We'll still need an extra pair of hands, though. Are you both sure you can't help?" asked Pat.
"Yes, but there's someone in our village that can help. His name is Rotor Walrus. If it's mechanical or technology, he can fix it," said Sonic. "But I don't think we can call him on the radio here, though."
"Then I will go and retrieve him," said Antione. "I am not staying on a spaceship with problems. Please don't bring me back."
"Alright, Mr. de Pardeux. This way, please," said Shamus. "Could you step onto one of those discs over there? I'll have less trouble sending you back."
"I am ready whenever you are," said Antione.
"This should set you down fairly close to where you want to go," said Shamus, as he finished entering the coordinates and looked up at Antione, who nodded. "Energising."
"I'll get to fixing that commsystem," said Pat.
Meanwhile, Antione had just arrived in Knothole, within sight of Rotor's hut. The sight and sound of the transport had caught Rotor's interest, and he met Antione at the door.
"There are aliens in orbit that wish your presence aboard their spaceship," reported Antione, once they had stepped back inside the hut.
"Really? How will they know which one is me?" Rotor asked, seconds before a new gadget appeared on one of his workbenches with a note that said "hold this." Carefully, he reached out and grabbed it. Before he even had time to turn around again, he found himself in a place that looked alot like the lab he had always wanted. When he turned around, he saw Shamus and almost tried to ask a question.
"Welcome aboard the Starship Volroch," said Shamus. "I'm Captian Shamus O'Reily. Your friends suggested that I bring you here." "I have so many questions, I don't know where to begin," said Rotor.
"There'll be time for that later, I'm sure," said Shamus. "I've offered your leaders a tour of the solar system once we have everything fixed."
"What could possibly need fixing in a place like this?" asked Rotor.
"The transporter, which brought you here; and the tracking charts in the helm," said Shamus. "Since my brother Pat and your princess have already begun work on the helm, we'll start on the transporter."
"What's wrong with it?" asked Rotor.
"Random fluxuations in the imaging scanner. If it gets worse, we're all stuck here untill we fix it," said Shamus.
"You've got my interest," said Rotor. "Let's get started." "Normally, these subsystems shoudn't read semi-active at all. This one here," said Shamus, pointing the probe of a hand sensor at a small square-shaped section behind an open panel, "does. So far, all I've been able to figure out is that there's something caught in the system. What, I'm not exactly sure. What I need you to do is use the scanners over there to make an identification. Understand the controls?"
"I think so," said Rotor. "The display here says something about Darelus particles, if that's any use."
"Sure is. It means we'll have to pull the whole imaging scanner unit and purge int manually," said Shamus. "That'll be a pain."
An hour later, everything was done and all the systems aboard the ship were functioning normally. Then a message came in.
"This is Ivo Robotnik, High Ruler of Mobius. I have taken control of the transport mechanism onboard your ship. An invasion force will arive shortly." The message ended there.
"We're doomed," said Sonic.
"Not quite. He's got one or two more codes to crack, and we'll let him do it. I've got a plan, though. When the force starts coming, I'll beam out that rock sample and disrupt the signals. If we're lucky, only the transporter systems will get fried," said Shamus. An alarm began ringing as soon as he stopped talking.
"They're coming! Here's the sample!" shouted Pat.
"Energising," said Shamus. "System overload! It's affecting all non-emergency systems! Computer! Emergency beamout of all essential materials! Now!"
"Five for emgergency beamout!" Pat called, after the first transport was complete.
Seconds later, Shamus and the three Mobians were safe on the planet's surface, but Pat was nowhere to be found.
"I hope he's not lost in this nignt," said Shamus. "Shamus O'Reily to Volroch. Status!"
"Drive core breach in ten seconds," the computer reported.
"Where is Patrick O'Reily?" asked Shamus.
"Onboard Volroch. Five seconds untill drive core breach," reported the computer.
Shamus cringed and dropped to his knees, almost in tears, as the explosion in orbit became visible in the night sky.
"Buttnik's gonna pay heavy for that one!" said Sonic.
"We all feel sorry for you," said Sally.
"When I first went into business, I had a crew of three and a ship named Pinochle. My best friend, Marcus Kelly, died when we had to destroy it. Now I can never go home," said Shamus.
"In a way, that's a good thing, though," said Rotor. "You could be the advantage we've been looking for in our fight against Robotnik."
"How so?" asked Shamus.
"Your technical skills, for one," Sally answered.
"I hadn't thought of that," said Shamus. "I guess there's only one thing left for me to do before we head for your village."
"What's that?" asked Sonic.
"Quote a man from my world named Joe Kearwin on what he said about a ship that saved him once: `Farewell, Aquarius, and we thank you.'," said Shamus.
"Why that?" asked Sally.
"Mr. Kearwin was one of the people on a failed flight to our own moon in the late twentieth century, and the Aquarius was the life pod they used to return to earth after an accident in space damaged their main vessle," explained Shamus.
"You seem to know alot about that sort of thing," Rotor said. "That could come in handy."
"It could, at that," said Shamus as the group turned and headed for Knothole Village. "We've got a dictator to overthrow. We'd better get some rest."
The End.
Here's my first. Not the best or worst, but here.
Sonic the Hedgehog and related characters and places copyright SEGA Incorporated, DIC Entertainment, and Archie Comics.
Star Trek items copyright Paramount Pictures.