CHAPTER THREE
SIDE TRACKED
Opera sat in the piolet's seat, looking at her instruments. The mechanic's had told her there was
nothing wrong with her ship, and the quick once over she did herself told her the same thing. She
thought back to the conversation.
* * *
"I'm telling you ma'am, there's not a thing wrong with your ship, save a few calibration problems
with the thrusters."
"But," she said from inside the hatch leading to her ships computer, "the computer was shot, the
nav. systems were shot, even the damn food synthesizor was shot! How can there be nothing wrong
with the damn thing!?"
The mechanics merely shook their heads, and let the crazy woman work.
* * *
"Chisa," said Opera, nudging her sleeping companion hard, "wake up. Your snoring is getting on my
nerves."
"*Snort, cough*....ZZZZZZZZZZZ"
Opera merely shook her head. Yes, it was true that out of all her travling companions that she had
when she had helped to save the universe from the wise men, Chisato had been the one she had gotten
along with best, that didn't stop the fact that she could be annoying at times. But, then again,
anyone can be annoying at times.
She thought breifly of getting a drink, but she was pioleting, and knew it probably wasn't the
best idea in the world. She was getting very bored, and her sleeping friend wasn't helping any.
It was right then that she felt her entire ship shake.
Chisato sat straight up. "What the heck was that?!" she asked in a startled tone.
Opera didn't answer, as she was too busy checking the computer systems.
"Fred, status NOW!"
A metallic whirring could be heard, and then the metallic voice of the computer pipped up. "We
have been shot at, ma'am. Diverting available power to the sheilds."
"Shit," exclaimed Opera, "and this rust bucket only has the one proton cannon!"
"What can I do?" asked Chisato in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Sit there and don't touch anything!"
"Oh, come on! I'm a bit more competent than THAT!"
"Alright, while I try to get the weapon system online, you open a hailing frequency, and find out
what the hell they want!"
But, before Chisato could press anything, a male voice blared over the hailing recivers.
"Ship Excelsor, the piolet is Opera Vectra, grand duchess of Tetragene, correct?"
Opera slammed on the hailing button before Chisato could move to do the same thing.
"Yes, damnit, this is Opera Vectra, Grand Duchess of Tetragene. Now, why the FUCK did you fire on
me!?"
"Lower your sheilds, and prepare to be boarded. Everything will be explained then."
Opera slammed again on the control panel, turning off the transmitter. "Like fuck I'll lower my
sheilds. Chisa, brace yourself for battle." And with that, Opera set the cooridnates, and fired
her proton cannon...
* * *
No Onion half helped, half dragged his dad into their two bedroom apartment. After making sure the
man was in bed, and once again snoring, he went to his room.
"I swear, if dad pulls a stunt like that again, I'm gonna do more than whack him with a spatula.
I mean, I KNOW he never liked the fact that I don't have some high paying office job like he used
to, but thats still no reason to say my job isn't a real job. Shit, as of right now, I'm making
more than he is, and he claims he's freaking supporting me."
No Onion stripped off his clothes, and crawled into bed. He quickly fell asleep, and began to have
very naughty dreams, mainly starring the three eyed woman he had run into the other day.
* * *
"Sheilds down to fifty per cent, Op," said Chisato. "I think we oughta give up, and let them
get on, and then see what we can do."
"CHISA," yelled Opera, slaming the fire button again, and typing in the nessicary data to move
the ship around so that it hopefully wouldn't get hit, "THAT IS THE STUPIDEST.....WAIT!!!"
Opera slammed once again on the transmitter.
"Rouge ship, this is Opera Vectra, of the ship Excelsor. I hereby surrender."
The transmitter crackled, and shot to life. "Are you alone, Miss Vectra?"
With a slight smile on her face, she answered to the affirmative. The ship shook slightly as the
tractor beam locked onto it.
"Chisa, hide. When they come in, get 'em."
"Not a problem," said Chisato, getting into a branch off room of the bridge. Not five seconds after,
three armed men charged in, dressed in the light laser proof armor that was usually preferred by
space pirates.
"Hand's behind your head, Miss Vectra," said the one with the more vicious looking plasma rifle.
"We don't want to hurt you, but we will."
"If I may ask," began Opera, placing her hands behind her head, "what exactly is all this for?"
"You'll fetch a nice ransom, being the Grand Duchess and all. The king likes his staff to be happy,
and I'm sure the kidnapping of the Grand Dukes daughter would make his royal advisor very sad."
"Fair enough. Can I say one thing, tho?"
"What's that, Miss Vectra?"
"Get 'em, Chisa."
The sound of the mechanical door opening could be heard, as the three space pirates turned. The
next thing they saw was a blur, as feet as fast as lightening moved across the heads of the pirates.
Within seconds, the three of them were standing in a dazed and near unconcious state.
"Good job, Chisa," stated Opera, not seeing Chisato pull out the two shock bars that let her use
her ten thousand volt attack. Chisato charged them up, and shouted out.
"TEN THOUSAND VOLTS!!!"
Opera turned, a look of muted horror on her face. "CHISA, NO!!!!"
Chisato was not able to stop, since the massive amounts of electricity had already been shot out of the
rods. The pillar of sparkling light hit the three pirates, shocking them into unconciousness, but
it then continued to move on, hitting the console, causeing massive amounts of sparking.
"Miss...krrxzzz...Opera....kkkrrxxzzzz...systems becoming.....kkkrrrxxxzzzzz...damaged....krrzzxxx"
Opera wanted to run to her console, but she knew she couldn't check on it for a few minutes, until
the electricity dissiapated.
"CHISA, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?! TEN THOUSAND VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY HITTING SENSITIVE
ELECTRIC SHIP CIRCUTS!?!?!"
"Ooops," was the only response that a still amazingly calm Chisato could give.
"IF IT WASN'T FOR THE FACT THAT I WOULD PROBABLY BE DEAD BY NOW IF YOU WEREN'T HERE, I WOULD
FREAKING KILL YOU!!! I WOULD SO FREAKING TURN YOU INTO A BEEHIVE, AND I.."
Chisato just stood there, letting Opera vent out all her rage and frustration. However, a thought
occured to her. "Hey, Op, if you're done, we still have that ship out there."
Opera looked at the ship, looked at the control panel, and, seeing that it was no longer sparking,
slammed her hand down on the fire button once more. With no one there to keep the sheilds up, the
proton cannon quickly destroyed the ship.
"Taken care of," growled Opera, "Now, where was I?"
Chisato got a thoughtful look on her face, and then responded with, "Somthing about beating me to
death with the butt end of your gun, I think."
"Oh, yeah, thanks. AND FUTHURMORE..."
* * *
No Onion awoke to the afternoon sunlight streaming thru his window. He rubbed the sleep out of his
eyes, and ran a hand thru his blue hair. He looked at the clock, and saw that it was only one thirty.
He didn't have to be at work until five that evening. He thought about getting up, but decided that
he would rather turn over, and go back to sleep, which he promptly did.
* * *
"Ok, I GET IT! I MESSED UP!!" exclaimed Chisato after listening to Opera's ranting while tieing up
the pirates, locking them in a nearby room, getting a drink of water, going to the bathroom, and
finally, going back to the bridge. "Look, you have to repair the ship, right?"
Opera breathed deeply, and began quietly counting to one hundred.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, we're close to Expel, by some crazy coincidence that the author pulled
out of his ass at six in the morning when he hasn't slept since two yesterday afternoon. So, why
don't we make a stop there, because I haven't seen most of our old friends for almost a year, and
I bet you haven't been by there in a while either."
"Hmm," said Opera, finaly beginning to calm down, "a plot hole, eh?" Chisato was right, however.
Opera hadn't been by Expel for sevral months. Opera sat in the piolet seat, and set the control
to manual.
"I betcha Precis could even help you, huh?" began Chisato, sitting in the co-piolt's seat.
"I mean, Expel has begun to become more developed, and ever since the Calnus logged it as an
existing planet, the earth federation's been checking up there, like they do all undeveloped
planets, and well, I'm sure Precis probably found SOMTHING there to learn space technology from."
Opera looked at Chisato, shot a look that had all the ice of a planet that was three hundred light
years from any heat source, and stated quite bluntly, "I still hate you right now."
Chisato shrugged, sighed, and sat back for the ride. "She'll probably even leave me there," she
stated under her breath.
"Not a bad idea," stated Opera under hers.
* * *
No Onion walked into Sonic entirly on gaurd. He knew Morrigan was working, and he didn't know where
she was. He found out as soon as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind.
"Hi, Morrigan," he said with a sigh.
"Hey, babe," she said with a drawl, "When we going on a date?"
"WE," began No Onion, sliding Morrigan's arms from off his neck, "aren't. I, however, may be going
on one later on tonight." He was lying thru his teeth, but he hoped it would get Morrigan off his
back for a little while.
"Finally got your hand to say yes, huh Onion?" said Debo from the kitchen. He began to loudly
guffaw at his joke.
"Debo, how many females were activly trying to have sex with you last night?"
"Duuuuuuhhh......"
"I had about fifteen, and i have one," he shot Morrigan a half dirty look, and Morrigan, in return,
simply smiled cutely, "attempting to right now. In OTHER words, I could get laid more and faster
than you EVER could."
Debo, however, was not to be outdone. His dense mind tried very hard to come up with somthing, and
finally, he came up with this.
"Well, thats because you're like chicken, and see, chicken in more common, so people have it more
often. But, I'm like steak, and people don't eat steak as often, cause its better!"
Every single person in Sonic tilted their heads to the side, and got the most confused look on
their face that had ever crossed a face in the history of man.
"WHAT!?!" said No Onion, Morrigan, the manager, and the person at fountain, all at once.
Thankfully, a customer drove up to one of the speakers at that moment, saving everyone from a very
idiotic explination.
* * *
"We're about two million meters from Expel, Op," said Chisato, looking at the co-piolt's instruments.
Without looking away from the view screen, Opera said coldly, "You're still not allowed to talk."
Chisato sighed, and sat back in her seat. Opera knew that she needed to place the cloaking device
over her ship, but didn't want Chisato to do it, and also didn't want her to piolt.
"So, how are we gonna not be seen? I notice the instruments stating you have a cloaking device. You
gonna put that on any time soon?"
"I thought I told you not to talk? Fine," said Opera with a sigh, "Take the helm while I turn on
the cloaker."
Chisato did so, and Opera began to boot up the nessicary equipment, hoping that it, too, wasn't
messed up from the multi-thousand vold electrical attack. "I think theres a forest near Linga
that you can land in, Chisa. Don't talk!" she stated, as Chisato began to open her mouth, "Just
land the ship."
* * *
"Sir, everything is on schedule."
"Any energy readings from the inhabited planets in the Sol system?"
"A few on the undeveloped earth, sir. Nothing noticable on the more developed one."
The evil plotter allowed a smirk to cross his face. "Well, let's change that, shall we? Increase
power twenty percent."
"Aye, sir."
* * *
Opera and Chisato walked into town, and looked around.
"Alright," said Chisato, "You were here more recently than I was. Who's here and who isn't?"
"Well, as of a year and a half ago, Precis still lived here, but her dad passed away. Ashton makes
his home here when he isn't off being a sword for hire. I think Bowman was in the process of
re-locating his pharmacy to Laccour itself. Rena had gone off with Claude. and I don't know WHERE
the hell Celine is."
"Ok, so the only person we're almost assured of seeing here is Precis. What about Leon?"
"Oh, he's still studying at Laccour. Well, let's go see Precis, at least."
With that, they walked towards Precis' house. However, they didn't have to walk to far, because
a small blue blur passed by, followed by a larger, pink blur.
"DAMNIT, BOBOT!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!! THIS ISN'T IN YOUR PROGRAMING ANYMORE!!!"
"I'm gonna assume that was Precis," said Chisato, her head turned towards the direction the blur
had gone to.
"I'd be in agreement," said Opera, her head in the same position.
A second more, and another blur passed them by. This blur was talking.
"I thought...*puff, pant* you said....*huff, puff* you fixed it, Precis!"
"That blur sounded like Leon," said Opera.
"Well, since the blur had cat-ears, I think it was."
"Think we should help them?"
"I suppose. Otherwise, who knows HOW long they'll be chasing that thing."
Opera slung her rifle from around her shoulder, and waited. The small blue blur passed by once
again, With a shout of cold wind, Opera pulled the trigger. Bobot was stopped cold, frozen solid.
Precis was going to fast to stop, however, and tripped over bobot, falling head over heels, and
landing with a thud on the ground. Leon managed to stop just inches from the frozen robot.
"OPERA, CHISATO!!! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?!?!"
"Not even a thank you?" said Opera, slinging her gun over her shoulder once more.
* * *
No Onion wiped off his spatula, and slid it into his back pocket. He then turned to Debo.
"I'm gonna go empty out the grease pump, and get you people some frys. Think you can handel it?"
"Of course I can, you peice of chicken! I'm a steak, after all."
No Onion rested his head in his hand, and sighed.
"Debo, that joke made no sense three hours ago, and it gets stupider every time you make refrence
to it. So, for all our sakes, stop it, please."
As No Onion went to the storage part of the kitchen to get the grease pump, he heard Morrigan
saying somthing about green lightening.
"EH," he yelled, "IT WAS PURPLE EARLY THIS MORNING! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK'S GOING ON!"
He pushed the grease pump to the freezer door, and opened it. He stepped in, in order to get the
frys, but suddenly heard an odd noise. He looked up, to see a swirling green energy. It was sucking
everything in the freezer into it. No Onion included. He grabbed onto the grerase pump, with a shout
of "HOLY SHIT!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!?!?!?!"
Every single person in Sonic heard the shouts, and ran to the freezer. But, it was too late.
No Onion, and the grease pump, got sucked into the green swirl, which promptly dissapeared.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Authors note: You may have noticed the oddness of one of Opera's lines early in this chapter.
The beehive line. Well, if you use Opera regularly, you'll recognize it as one of her voice
samples; "I will turn you into a beehive." I think that line is odd and out of place no matter
HOW it's used, so I attempt to make fun of it whenever possible, and I found a decent opening
here.
Author's second note: I also think I know what happened with that line. Apparently, the more
correct translation is "I will turn you into a honeycomb." Now, if you've ever seen a honeycomb,
its full of holes. THAT line makes a certain amount of sense. However, when the game was translated,
they changed it to "beehive" which is most likely a still correct translation, just not one that
makes sense. You know, such as Claude's name? It can be translated as "Claude" or "Crawd".
Anyways, you get the picture. I'm going to stop rambling now. See, I didn't do it in the
disclaimer, so I'm doing it in my notes. Ah, well, you knew it had to happen SOMEWHERE, eh?
Author's third note: Oh, Debo's line about him being steak and No Onion being chicken, well,
the REAL Debo said that line to me once. I'm not kidding. I couldn't make up somthing
that stupid.
SIDE TRACKED
Opera sat in the piolet's seat, looking at her instruments. The mechanic's had told her there was
nothing wrong with her ship, and the quick once over she did herself told her the same thing. She
thought back to the conversation.
* * *
"I'm telling you ma'am, there's not a thing wrong with your ship, save a few calibration problems
with the thrusters."
"But," she said from inside the hatch leading to her ships computer, "the computer was shot, the
nav. systems were shot, even the damn food synthesizor was shot! How can there be nothing wrong
with the damn thing!?"
The mechanics merely shook their heads, and let the crazy woman work.
* * *
"Chisa," said Opera, nudging her sleeping companion hard, "wake up. Your snoring is getting on my
nerves."
"*Snort, cough*....ZZZZZZZZZZZ"
Opera merely shook her head. Yes, it was true that out of all her travling companions that she had
when she had helped to save the universe from the wise men, Chisato had been the one she had gotten
along with best, that didn't stop the fact that she could be annoying at times. But, then again,
anyone can be annoying at times.
She thought breifly of getting a drink, but she was pioleting, and knew it probably wasn't the
best idea in the world. She was getting very bored, and her sleeping friend wasn't helping any.
It was right then that she felt her entire ship shake.
Chisato sat straight up. "What the heck was that?!" she asked in a startled tone.
Opera didn't answer, as she was too busy checking the computer systems.
"Fred, status NOW!"
A metallic whirring could be heard, and then the metallic voice of the computer pipped up. "We
have been shot at, ma'am. Diverting available power to the sheilds."
"Shit," exclaimed Opera, "and this rust bucket only has the one proton cannon!"
"What can I do?" asked Chisato in a surprisingly calm voice.
"Sit there and don't touch anything!"
"Oh, come on! I'm a bit more competent than THAT!"
"Alright, while I try to get the weapon system online, you open a hailing frequency, and find out
what the hell they want!"
But, before Chisato could press anything, a male voice blared over the hailing recivers.
"Ship Excelsor, the piolet is Opera Vectra, grand duchess of Tetragene, correct?"
Opera slammed on the hailing button before Chisato could move to do the same thing.
"Yes, damnit, this is Opera Vectra, Grand Duchess of Tetragene. Now, why the FUCK did you fire on
me!?"
"Lower your sheilds, and prepare to be boarded. Everything will be explained then."
Opera slammed again on the control panel, turning off the transmitter. "Like fuck I'll lower my
sheilds. Chisa, brace yourself for battle." And with that, Opera set the cooridnates, and fired
her proton cannon...
* * *
No Onion half helped, half dragged his dad into their two bedroom apartment. After making sure the
man was in bed, and once again snoring, he went to his room.
"I swear, if dad pulls a stunt like that again, I'm gonna do more than whack him with a spatula.
I mean, I KNOW he never liked the fact that I don't have some high paying office job like he used
to, but thats still no reason to say my job isn't a real job. Shit, as of right now, I'm making
more than he is, and he claims he's freaking supporting me."
No Onion stripped off his clothes, and crawled into bed. He quickly fell asleep, and began to have
very naughty dreams, mainly starring the three eyed woman he had run into the other day.
* * *
"Sheilds down to fifty per cent, Op," said Chisato. "I think we oughta give up, and let them
get on, and then see what we can do."
"CHISA," yelled Opera, slaming the fire button again, and typing in the nessicary data to move
the ship around so that it hopefully wouldn't get hit, "THAT IS THE STUPIDEST.....WAIT!!!"
Opera slammed once again on the transmitter.
"Rouge ship, this is Opera Vectra, of the ship Excelsor. I hereby surrender."
The transmitter crackled, and shot to life. "Are you alone, Miss Vectra?"
With a slight smile on her face, she answered to the affirmative. The ship shook slightly as the
tractor beam locked onto it.
"Chisa, hide. When they come in, get 'em."
"Not a problem," said Chisato, getting into a branch off room of the bridge. Not five seconds after,
three armed men charged in, dressed in the light laser proof armor that was usually preferred by
space pirates.
"Hand's behind your head, Miss Vectra," said the one with the more vicious looking plasma rifle.
"We don't want to hurt you, but we will."
"If I may ask," began Opera, placing her hands behind her head, "what exactly is all this for?"
"You'll fetch a nice ransom, being the Grand Duchess and all. The king likes his staff to be happy,
and I'm sure the kidnapping of the Grand Dukes daughter would make his royal advisor very sad."
"Fair enough. Can I say one thing, tho?"
"What's that, Miss Vectra?"
"Get 'em, Chisa."
The sound of the mechanical door opening could be heard, as the three space pirates turned. The
next thing they saw was a blur, as feet as fast as lightening moved across the heads of the pirates.
Within seconds, the three of them were standing in a dazed and near unconcious state.
"Good job, Chisa," stated Opera, not seeing Chisato pull out the two shock bars that let her use
her ten thousand volt attack. Chisato charged them up, and shouted out.
"TEN THOUSAND VOLTS!!!"
Opera turned, a look of muted horror on her face. "CHISA, NO!!!!"
Chisato was not able to stop, since the massive amounts of electricity had already been shot out of the
rods. The pillar of sparkling light hit the three pirates, shocking them into unconciousness, but
it then continued to move on, hitting the console, causeing massive amounts of sparking.
"Miss...krrxzzz...Opera....kkkrrxxzzzz...systems becoming.....kkkrrrxxxzzzzz...damaged....krrzzxxx"
Opera wanted to run to her console, but she knew she couldn't check on it for a few minutes, until
the electricity dissiapated.
"CHISA, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!?! TEN THOUSAND VOLTS OF ELECTRICITY HITTING SENSITIVE
ELECTRIC SHIP CIRCUTS!?!?!"
"Ooops," was the only response that a still amazingly calm Chisato could give.
"IF IT WASN'T FOR THE FACT THAT I WOULD PROBABLY BE DEAD BY NOW IF YOU WEREN'T HERE, I WOULD
FREAKING KILL YOU!!! I WOULD SO FREAKING TURN YOU INTO A BEEHIVE, AND I.."
Chisato just stood there, letting Opera vent out all her rage and frustration. However, a thought
occured to her. "Hey, Op, if you're done, we still have that ship out there."
Opera looked at the ship, looked at the control panel, and, seeing that it was no longer sparking,
slammed her hand down on the fire button once more. With no one there to keep the sheilds up, the
proton cannon quickly destroyed the ship.
"Taken care of," growled Opera, "Now, where was I?"
Chisato got a thoughtful look on her face, and then responded with, "Somthing about beating me to
death with the butt end of your gun, I think."
"Oh, yeah, thanks. AND FUTHURMORE..."
* * *
No Onion awoke to the afternoon sunlight streaming thru his window. He rubbed the sleep out of his
eyes, and ran a hand thru his blue hair. He looked at the clock, and saw that it was only one thirty.
He didn't have to be at work until five that evening. He thought about getting up, but decided that
he would rather turn over, and go back to sleep, which he promptly did.
* * *
"Ok, I GET IT! I MESSED UP!!" exclaimed Chisato after listening to Opera's ranting while tieing up
the pirates, locking them in a nearby room, getting a drink of water, going to the bathroom, and
finally, going back to the bridge. "Look, you have to repair the ship, right?"
Opera breathed deeply, and began quietly counting to one hundred.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, we're close to Expel, by some crazy coincidence that the author pulled
out of his ass at six in the morning when he hasn't slept since two yesterday afternoon. So, why
don't we make a stop there, because I haven't seen most of our old friends for almost a year, and
I bet you haven't been by there in a while either."
"Hmm," said Opera, finaly beginning to calm down, "a plot hole, eh?" Chisato was right, however.
Opera hadn't been by Expel for sevral months. Opera sat in the piolet seat, and set the control
to manual.
"I betcha Precis could even help you, huh?" began Chisato, sitting in the co-piolt's seat.
"I mean, Expel has begun to become more developed, and ever since the Calnus logged it as an
existing planet, the earth federation's been checking up there, like they do all undeveloped
planets, and well, I'm sure Precis probably found SOMTHING there to learn space technology from."
Opera looked at Chisato, shot a look that had all the ice of a planet that was three hundred light
years from any heat source, and stated quite bluntly, "I still hate you right now."
Chisato shrugged, sighed, and sat back for the ride. "She'll probably even leave me there," she
stated under her breath.
"Not a bad idea," stated Opera under hers.
* * *
No Onion walked into Sonic entirly on gaurd. He knew Morrigan was working, and he didn't know where
she was. He found out as soon as he felt a pair of arms wrap around his neck from behind.
"Hi, Morrigan," he said with a sigh.
"Hey, babe," she said with a drawl, "When we going on a date?"
"WE," began No Onion, sliding Morrigan's arms from off his neck, "aren't. I, however, may be going
on one later on tonight." He was lying thru his teeth, but he hoped it would get Morrigan off his
back for a little while.
"Finally got your hand to say yes, huh Onion?" said Debo from the kitchen. He began to loudly
guffaw at his joke.
"Debo, how many females were activly trying to have sex with you last night?"
"Duuuuuuhhh......"
"I had about fifteen, and i have one," he shot Morrigan a half dirty look, and Morrigan, in return,
simply smiled cutely, "attempting to right now. In OTHER words, I could get laid more and faster
than you EVER could."
Debo, however, was not to be outdone. His dense mind tried very hard to come up with somthing, and
finally, he came up with this.
"Well, thats because you're like chicken, and see, chicken in more common, so people have it more
often. But, I'm like steak, and people don't eat steak as often, cause its better!"
Every single person in Sonic tilted their heads to the side, and got the most confused look on
their face that had ever crossed a face in the history of man.
"WHAT!?!" said No Onion, Morrigan, the manager, and the person at fountain, all at once.
Thankfully, a customer drove up to one of the speakers at that moment, saving everyone from a very
idiotic explination.
* * *
"We're about two million meters from Expel, Op," said Chisato, looking at the co-piolt's instruments.
Without looking away from the view screen, Opera said coldly, "You're still not allowed to talk."
Chisato sighed, and sat back in her seat. Opera knew that she needed to place the cloaking device
over her ship, but didn't want Chisato to do it, and also didn't want her to piolt.
"So, how are we gonna not be seen? I notice the instruments stating you have a cloaking device. You
gonna put that on any time soon?"
"I thought I told you not to talk? Fine," said Opera with a sigh, "Take the helm while I turn on
the cloaker."
Chisato did so, and Opera began to boot up the nessicary equipment, hoping that it, too, wasn't
messed up from the multi-thousand vold electrical attack. "I think theres a forest near Linga
that you can land in, Chisa. Don't talk!" she stated, as Chisato began to open her mouth, "Just
land the ship."
* * *
"Sir, everything is on schedule."
"Any energy readings from the inhabited planets in the Sol system?"
"A few on the undeveloped earth, sir. Nothing noticable on the more developed one."
The evil plotter allowed a smirk to cross his face. "Well, let's change that, shall we? Increase
power twenty percent."
"Aye, sir."
* * *
Opera and Chisato walked into town, and looked around.
"Alright," said Chisato, "You were here more recently than I was. Who's here and who isn't?"
"Well, as of a year and a half ago, Precis still lived here, but her dad passed away. Ashton makes
his home here when he isn't off being a sword for hire. I think Bowman was in the process of
re-locating his pharmacy to Laccour itself. Rena had gone off with Claude. and I don't know WHERE
the hell Celine is."
"Ok, so the only person we're almost assured of seeing here is Precis. What about Leon?"
"Oh, he's still studying at Laccour. Well, let's go see Precis, at least."
With that, they walked towards Precis' house. However, they didn't have to walk to far, because
a small blue blur passed by, followed by a larger, pink blur.
"DAMNIT, BOBOT!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!! THIS ISN'T IN YOUR PROGRAMING ANYMORE!!!"
"I'm gonna assume that was Precis," said Chisato, her head turned towards the direction the blur
had gone to.
"I'd be in agreement," said Opera, her head in the same position.
A second more, and another blur passed them by. This blur was talking.
"I thought...*puff, pant* you said....*huff, puff* you fixed it, Precis!"
"That blur sounded like Leon," said Opera.
"Well, since the blur had cat-ears, I think it was."
"Think we should help them?"
"I suppose. Otherwise, who knows HOW long they'll be chasing that thing."
Opera slung her rifle from around her shoulder, and waited. The small blue blur passed by once
again, With a shout of cold wind, Opera pulled the trigger. Bobot was stopped cold, frozen solid.
Precis was going to fast to stop, however, and tripped over bobot, falling head over heels, and
landing with a thud on the ground. Leon managed to stop just inches from the frozen robot.
"OPERA, CHISATO!!! WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE?!?!"
"Not even a thank you?" said Opera, slinging her gun over her shoulder once more.
* * *
No Onion wiped off his spatula, and slid it into his back pocket. He then turned to Debo.
"I'm gonna go empty out the grease pump, and get you people some frys. Think you can handel it?"
"Of course I can, you peice of chicken! I'm a steak, after all."
No Onion rested his head in his hand, and sighed.
"Debo, that joke made no sense three hours ago, and it gets stupider every time you make refrence
to it. So, for all our sakes, stop it, please."
As No Onion went to the storage part of the kitchen to get the grease pump, he heard Morrigan
saying somthing about green lightening.
"EH," he yelled, "IT WAS PURPLE EARLY THIS MORNING! I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HECK'S GOING ON!"
He pushed the grease pump to the freezer door, and opened it. He stepped in, in order to get the
frys, but suddenly heard an odd noise. He looked up, to see a swirling green energy. It was sucking
everything in the freezer into it. No Onion included. He grabbed onto the grerase pump, with a shout
of "HOLY SHIT!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!!?!?!?!"
Every single person in Sonic heard the shouts, and ran to the freezer. But, it was too late.
No Onion, and the grease pump, got sucked into the green swirl, which promptly dissapeared.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Authors note: You may have noticed the oddness of one of Opera's lines early in this chapter.
The beehive line. Well, if you use Opera regularly, you'll recognize it as one of her voice
samples; "I will turn you into a beehive." I think that line is odd and out of place no matter
HOW it's used, so I attempt to make fun of it whenever possible, and I found a decent opening
here.
Author's second note: I also think I know what happened with that line. Apparently, the more
correct translation is "I will turn you into a honeycomb." Now, if you've ever seen a honeycomb,
its full of holes. THAT line makes a certain amount of sense. However, when the game was translated,
they changed it to "beehive" which is most likely a still correct translation, just not one that
makes sense. You know, such as Claude's name? It can be translated as "Claude" or "Crawd".
Anyways, you get the picture. I'm going to stop rambling now. See, I didn't do it in the
disclaimer, so I'm doing it in my notes. Ah, well, you knew it had to happen SOMEWHERE, eh?
Author's third note: Oh, Debo's line about him being steak and No Onion being chicken, well,
the REAL Debo said that line to me once. I'm not kidding. I couldn't make up somthing
that stupid.
