AN: It's Friday! Thank god!!! I'll right lots and lots of chapters this
weekend...unless you beg me to stop because it's so awful.
I pulled the curtain back to take a look at the planet we were approaching. Finally, after three and a half months of traveling through empty space, we were coming to the planet we would soon "conquer," as Riff so aptly put it. Riff sat next to me on the bed, reading. How could he be so calm? I could hardly contain myself. I had prepared myself for disembarkment hours ago, and for the last 45 minutes, I had spent peeking out the window at random intervals, seeing if the planet was any closer. It was all I could do to keep from bouncing up and down.
Riff looked from his book to me. "A watched pot never boils, Magenta...if you're so impatient, go see what our master is up to...do something useful." He said the last three words with a smirk on his face.
Riff-Raff had never mentioned the discussion he had had with Frank the night he hurt me, he didn't even know I had heard. He still called Frank "master," and granted his every command. I doubt he planned to tell me.
I hopped off the bed, gave Riff a kiss, then left the room. I wasn't, however, on my way to Frank's chambers, but instead, I headed for the control room. This room was located on one end of the castle, and had been added on especially for this journey. I opened the door, and looked around all the being instruments for what I was looking for.
Hmm...there we go. I went over to the Landing Location Locator, and checked the screen. It was set for "Amsterdam: The Netherlands. European city noted of its liberal views of sexual occupations and drugs." How very Frankish. Well, as much as I know he'd enjoy this Amsterdam, that wasn't my goal. I wanted to make his time here as much as a living hell as possible. I browsed through the other locations and there descriptions until I found the one I wanted: "Denton: USA. Named by New York Times as America's most conservative town." That would suit my purposes just fine. I selected it, then ran out just as the castle entered the atmosphere. The whole building jolted, sending me to my knees. I quickly scrambled to my feet, then rushed back to the bedroom, sitting back on the bed, then opening up the curtains to watch our fiery entry.
"How's Frank?" Riff asked, not bothering to look up from his book.
"Great," I said, catching my breath, "We're going in now, are you going to watch?"
"No, I don't think so," he responded, "We'll be seeing it again going back."
I turned back to the window, looking down. All I could see now was a vast area of green and brown, but I could see and feel us dropping fast. We were getting closer; I could see separate fields, patches of forest, and hills. Now, I could see thin likes snaking along the country, rivers, and roads. We were getting closer and closer. I closed my eyed, bracing myself against the window sill. With a tooth-jarring thud, we were down. We had arrived on Urth.
I pulled the curtain back to take a look at the planet we were approaching. Finally, after three and a half months of traveling through empty space, we were coming to the planet we would soon "conquer," as Riff so aptly put it. Riff sat next to me on the bed, reading. How could he be so calm? I could hardly contain myself. I had prepared myself for disembarkment hours ago, and for the last 45 minutes, I had spent peeking out the window at random intervals, seeing if the planet was any closer. It was all I could do to keep from bouncing up and down.
Riff looked from his book to me. "A watched pot never boils, Magenta...if you're so impatient, go see what our master is up to...do something useful." He said the last three words with a smirk on his face.
Riff-Raff had never mentioned the discussion he had had with Frank the night he hurt me, he didn't even know I had heard. He still called Frank "master," and granted his every command. I doubt he planned to tell me.
I hopped off the bed, gave Riff a kiss, then left the room. I wasn't, however, on my way to Frank's chambers, but instead, I headed for the control room. This room was located on one end of the castle, and had been added on especially for this journey. I opened the door, and looked around all the being instruments for what I was looking for.
Hmm...there we go. I went over to the Landing Location Locator, and checked the screen. It was set for "Amsterdam: The Netherlands. European city noted of its liberal views of sexual occupations and drugs." How very Frankish. Well, as much as I know he'd enjoy this Amsterdam, that wasn't my goal. I wanted to make his time here as much as a living hell as possible. I browsed through the other locations and there descriptions until I found the one I wanted: "Denton: USA. Named by New York Times as America's most conservative town." That would suit my purposes just fine. I selected it, then ran out just as the castle entered the atmosphere. The whole building jolted, sending me to my knees. I quickly scrambled to my feet, then rushed back to the bedroom, sitting back on the bed, then opening up the curtains to watch our fiery entry.
"How's Frank?" Riff asked, not bothering to look up from his book.
"Great," I said, catching my breath, "We're going in now, are you going to watch?"
"No, I don't think so," he responded, "We'll be seeing it again going back."
I turned back to the window, looking down. All I could see now was a vast area of green and brown, but I could see and feel us dropping fast. We were getting closer; I could see separate fields, patches of forest, and hills. Now, I could see thin likes snaking along the country, rivers, and roads. We were getting closer and closer. I closed my eyed, bracing myself against the window sill. With a tooth-jarring thud, we were down. We had arrived on Urth.
