Chapter 4 Shocking News
Thalassa and the Defenders had been in the Training Wing for almost two hours, when the Commander ran in, his eyes bulging oddly.
"Everyone, man your battle stations! Get to your spacecrafts quickly, the Cardiophlobians have arrived!"
After the announcement, chaos reigned. Thalassa had no idea what to do, so she followed the Defenders to the spacecraft chamber. She glanced up at the ceiling, and saw that it was retracting slowly into the walls, revealing a panoramic view of outermost space. She could see a swarm of what looked like vehicles out of star wars zooming around overhead.
The Commander began shouting out instructions. "Locke, Rando, you go to ONE! Viktor, Carson, TWO! Griffin, Peyton, THREE! Parker, Rhett, FOUR! Shia, come with me in FIVE! And Fabian, take the girl with you in SIX! Everyone grab two fuel capsules, and let's MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
Thalassa ran to find Fabian, while her mind raced from thought to thought, going too fast to understand anything that was going on! She was dumbfounded by the sudden news that she was going to battle! And she was nervous about how Fabians attitude toward her had surely changed since her actions earlier! And she would be flying in a spaceship! She couldn't even work her easy-bake oven, so how could she possibly control something this complex?
Just two minutes later, Thalassa's questions had been answered. She and Fabian were up in the air, both seated in the cockpit of spacecraft SIX. Fabian made no sign of wanting to speak to Thalassa, so she was the one to break the ice.
"Dude, I'm extremely sorry about what happened earlier. I really regret that I let my mind wander while you were explaining everything to me. I mean, it would have been truly kewliolio to know some of those things." She waited in vain for him to answer, but he just turned his chair slightly away from her. "Fabian, that hurts me right here." She said sarcastically, putting her hand over her heart. "I am offering only peace and friendship, but you're just not accepting that. Sure, I made some mistakes in the near past, but I am turning over a new leaf! So… what do you say?" Once again, her apology only brought silence. "Ya know what?" She asked irritably. "Screw you! That's right Mr.! SCA-REW YOU!"
"Thallie, would you please be quiet for Jagrebian's sake? Our lives are on the line here can't you see that?" Fabian snapped suddenly.
"No, I will not be quiet!" Thalassa retorted. "Because if I was quiet, I couldn't very well tell you that A GIGANTIC ENEMY SPACECRAFT IS HEADED OUR WAY!"
Fabian gasped, and whipped his head all around, but couldn't see a ship of any sort. "Why you little bitch!" He exclaimed.
"Ha! Made ya look!" Thalassa chirped triumphantly. Suddenly, they were both thrown forward, as the spacecraft gave a sickening shudder. "What was that?" Thalassa screamed, gripping the armrests on her chair tightly.
"Look what you made me do!" yelled Fabian as he grabbed the joystick in front of him. "We've flown right into a circle of Cardiophlobian ships! Now the least you could do is help!"
"I don't know how." Whispered Thalassa, for once frightened for her life.
"What's to know?" asked Fabian. "You just aim the joystick and click."
So Thalassa grabbed the joystick, and clicked, just as he said, and to her surprise, a ship just ahead exploded.
"Omidormirjesús! Was that me?" Thalassa squealed.
"Yep, it's all you." Fabian answered distractedly as he maneuvered the spacecraft out of the cardiophlobian main line of fire.
"I am the master of funk… and evil!" cheered Thalassa as she hit yet another enemy ship. She then did some strange hand motion where she bent her middle and ring fingers, rolled her hands in a circle, and then shot her hands out in front of her.
Fabian couldn't help but laugh at some of the odd things Thalassa said. For instance, he glanced over at her during the battle as she was concentrating on hitting a particularly evasive ship. She was hunched over the joystick, tongue sticking slightly out of the corner of her mouth, occasionally muttering things such as "Come back here you little chisel monkey!" and "Remember Thallie, only the fat survive!" Fabian was especially startled when Thalassa finally exploded a ship after nearly eight minutes of trial and error. She leapt up from her chair, and cheered "BOOYAH GRANDMA! YA LITTLE MISER! DON'T MESS WITH THALLIE!"
Nearly two hours later, each spacecraft landed in a precise manner in the spacecraft chamber. Each spacecraft that is, except for spacecraft SIX. Feeling completely unstoppable since her recent explosion episode, Thalassa volunteered to land the spacecraft. Fabian didn't exactly stop this activity, he was actually rather tired; so he went along with it.
Back down in the spacecraft chamber, the Defenders were stumbling out of their spacecrafts, tired and achy. It took them a few moments to realize that spacecraft SIX wasn't there. Assuming that they had been shot down, Peyton bowed his head and began uttering a prayer. The other Defenders quickly followed suit. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a deafening crash. Thalassa had landed the spacecraft quite ungracefully indeed. The Commander rushed over to the dented, smoking spacecraft just as Fabian and Thalassa poked their heads out of the rubble. He stood and stared silently for a moment, then croaked, "Fabian, show the girl where the tools are kept. You will both work to have Spacecraft SIX repaired, with no time to sleep and no meals until it is finished. I also expect you to polish every other spacecraft until I can see my reflection in the sides. Have I made myself clear?"
Thalassa and the Defenders had been in the Training Wing for almost two hours, when the Commander ran in, his eyes bulging oddly.
"Everyone, man your battle stations! Get to your spacecrafts quickly, the Cardiophlobians have arrived!"
After the announcement, chaos reigned. Thalassa had no idea what to do, so she followed the Defenders to the spacecraft chamber. She glanced up at the ceiling, and saw that it was retracting slowly into the walls, revealing a panoramic view of outermost space. She could see a swarm of what looked like vehicles out of star wars zooming around overhead.
The Commander began shouting out instructions. "Locke, Rando, you go to ONE! Viktor, Carson, TWO! Griffin, Peyton, THREE! Parker, Rhett, FOUR! Shia, come with me in FIVE! And Fabian, take the girl with you in SIX! Everyone grab two fuel capsules, and let's MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!"
Thalassa ran to find Fabian, while her mind raced from thought to thought, going too fast to understand anything that was going on! She was dumbfounded by the sudden news that she was going to battle! And she was nervous about how Fabians attitude toward her had surely changed since her actions earlier! And she would be flying in a spaceship! She couldn't even work her easy-bake oven, so how could she possibly control something this complex?
Just two minutes later, Thalassa's questions had been answered. She and Fabian were up in the air, both seated in the cockpit of spacecraft SIX. Fabian made no sign of wanting to speak to Thalassa, so she was the one to break the ice.
"Dude, I'm extremely sorry about what happened earlier. I really regret that I let my mind wander while you were explaining everything to me. I mean, it would have been truly kewliolio to know some of those things." She waited in vain for him to answer, but he just turned his chair slightly away from her. "Fabian, that hurts me right here." She said sarcastically, putting her hand over her heart. "I am offering only peace and friendship, but you're just not accepting that. Sure, I made some mistakes in the near past, but I am turning over a new leaf! So… what do you say?" Once again, her apology only brought silence. "Ya know what?" She asked irritably. "Screw you! That's right Mr.! SCA-REW YOU!"
"Thallie, would you please be quiet for Jagrebian's sake? Our lives are on the line here can't you see that?" Fabian snapped suddenly.
"No, I will not be quiet!" Thalassa retorted. "Because if I was quiet, I couldn't very well tell you that A GIGANTIC ENEMY SPACECRAFT IS HEADED OUR WAY!"
Fabian gasped, and whipped his head all around, but couldn't see a ship of any sort. "Why you little bitch!" He exclaimed.
"Ha! Made ya look!" Thalassa chirped triumphantly. Suddenly, they were both thrown forward, as the spacecraft gave a sickening shudder. "What was that?" Thalassa screamed, gripping the armrests on her chair tightly.
"Look what you made me do!" yelled Fabian as he grabbed the joystick in front of him. "We've flown right into a circle of Cardiophlobian ships! Now the least you could do is help!"
"I don't know how." Whispered Thalassa, for once frightened for her life.
"What's to know?" asked Fabian. "You just aim the joystick and click."
So Thalassa grabbed the joystick, and clicked, just as he said, and to her surprise, a ship just ahead exploded.
"Omidormirjesús! Was that me?" Thalassa squealed.
"Yep, it's all you." Fabian answered distractedly as he maneuvered the spacecraft out of the cardiophlobian main line of fire.
"I am the master of funk… and evil!" cheered Thalassa as she hit yet another enemy ship. She then did some strange hand motion where she bent her middle and ring fingers, rolled her hands in a circle, and then shot her hands out in front of her.
Fabian couldn't help but laugh at some of the odd things Thalassa said. For instance, he glanced over at her during the battle as she was concentrating on hitting a particularly evasive ship. She was hunched over the joystick, tongue sticking slightly out of the corner of her mouth, occasionally muttering things such as "Come back here you little chisel monkey!" and "Remember Thallie, only the fat survive!" Fabian was especially startled when Thalassa finally exploded a ship after nearly eight minutes of trial and error. She leapt up from her chair, and cheered "BOOYAH GRANDMA! YA LITTLE MISER! DON'T MESS WITH THALLIE!"
Nearly two hours later, each spacecraft landed in a precise manner in the spacecraft chamber. Each spacecraft that is, except for spacecraft SIX. Feeling completely unstoppable since her recent explosion episode, Thalassa volunteered to land the spacecraft. Fabian didn't exactly stop this activity, he was actually rather tired; so he went along with it.
Back down in the spacecraft chamber, the Defenders were stumbling out of their spacecrafts, tired and achy. It took them a few moments to realize that spacecraft SIX wasn't there. Assuming that they had been shot down, Peyton bowed his head and began uttering a prayer. The other Defenders quickly followed suit. Suddenly, the silence was broken by a deafening crash. Thalassa had landed the spacecraft quite ungracefully indeed. The Commander rushed over to the dented, smoking spacecraft just as Fabian and Thalassa poked their heads out of the rubble. He stood and stared silently for a moment, then croaked, "Fabian, show the girl where the tools are kept. You will both work to have Spacecraft SIX repaired, with no time to sleep and no meals until it is finished. I also expect you to polish every other spacecraft until I can see my reflection in the sides. Have I made myself clear?"
