Disclaimer: Well, not quite, but, anyways. For those of you who read chapter three before I put
up the more recent version of it, I have changed Ashton to Leon. I was orignally going to have
Ashton here, but realized that I couldn't write him without getting yelled at by Edtel. And I'm
already in a bit of trouble with her for making Chisato more ditzy than she is in the game. What
do you people think? Chisato, more or less ditzy? Huh? Up to you....
Chapter Four
AN ODD NEW WORLD, ALTHOUGH IT'S OLD TO SOME PEOPLE.
No Onion slowly opened his eyes, and immediatly regretted it. The intense sunlight flooded his
eyes like the Amazon floods Africa every year. In addition to that, he had a tremendous headache.
"Ugh, what did I DO last night?"
He felt a slight pain in his back, and upon inspection, discovered a spatula. Looking around and
seeing the half-thawed Sonic food around him made him remember what had happened. He had been
sucked into some green thing. As he had fallen thru what looked like a green tunnel, weird
energy had hit both him, and the grease pump that had gotten pulled in with him.
The grease pump. He looked around for it, if only to see somthing that seemed familiar. He found
it, but it was a changed peice of machinary. At one time, it was a box like thing on wheels, with
a nozzle and a rotary pump to spray the grease into the grease barrel. It was now a gun. It looked
very much like a machine gun, but still had a rotary handel on the side.
"That energy musta done something REALLY fucked up to it. Wonder if it did anything to me?"
* * *
"So, Precis, how have you been?" asked Chisato.
"Oh, I've been fine. Putzing around here, building new things. And, when Leon came to visit me and
Bowman, he offered to help me for a while."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'OFFERED'?" yelled a slightly irrate Leon. "You said that it was either help
you, or you would test your new machine on me wether I liked it or not."
Opera burst into laughter. Precis hadn't changed much in the past five years. Even after her dad
had died, she still acted in almost the same way, if only a little bit more engrossed in her work.
"Anyways, Precis, I can most likely repair the ship myself, I just need some parts, and I was HOPEING
that you have them."
Precis smiled slightly. "Hey, we're friends, right? My workshop is open to you. Anything you think
would be useful, feel free to take. A ship crashed near here a few months back, you may even be
able to steal a few parts from it."
Opera said thank you, but then the full implications of what Precis had said sank in.
"Wait, a ship crashed near here? What did it look like, what happened?"
"Oh, chill Opera! It was a small, one person ship. No one was in the cockpit, which I found really
weird. Anyways, I dissambeled the thing, and had Ashton, who was in town at the time, help me
bring the parts here."
"So, basically, you reduced it to scrap metal?"
"Well, except all the computer stuff. But, yeah, there's not a WHOLE lot of it that's noticable as
a space ship. I made sure of that, in case some one saw us bringing it here. Don't want the world
learning things to quickly, I guess. Although, it WOULD be fun to travle thru space."
"Eh, I'll take you sometime," said Opera distractedly, getting up and going in the direction of
the workshop.
* * *
No Onion walked thru the grass land, with his spatula in one hand, and the grease gun slung around
his shoulder. He had made a crude shoulder sling out of a few cleaning towels that had been in the
freezer at the time of the energy.
No Onion tried his damndest to figure out where he was, but he couldn't. He was quite familiar
with the area of and around the town he lived in, and he was CERTAIN that he wasn't in or around
the afore mentioned town. He wondered where on Earth he was.
"Or off Earth. I mean, that energy shit was weird enough, and now, well..."
He began to hum a small tune, and snap his fingers to keep beat, hoping to get his mind off of
worrying. (Author's note: If you're fairly familiar with No Onion, and you DON'T know what's about
to happen, I oughta smack you.) As soon as he snapped his fingers, however, he felt a pair of arms
wrap around him. This startled him. Was he being attacked, or had Morrigan somehow found him even
tho he was who knows HOW far away from Sonic?
He pulled the arms away, and turned, to see a very good looking, very velouptous, very scantily
dressed woman.
"And you are?"
"My name is Candy!" said the woman with a REALLY big smile.
"And you came from?"
Candy got a thoughtful look on her face, which surprised No Onion, since it was OBVIOUS her head
was NOT made for thinking.
"Umm, I don't know. I heard your snapping, and felt the uncontrollable urge to run up to you."
"Ok," said No Onion slowly, attmepting as best he could to figure this odd turn of events out in his
head. He snapped, and apparently, that triggered a very beutiful, if stupid, woman running up
to him.
"Well," he continued, after much thought, "You can now go back to where ever the hell it is you
came from. Is that alright?"
"Ok," said Candy, and with a bounce and a smile, she ran off, leaving No Onion staring in wide
eyed wonder.
"That's the oddest freaking thing I've EVER seen. I wonder if I can do it again."
No Onion snapped his fingers once more, and this time, two women of the same caliber ran up to him.
"Let me guess, you two have stripper names too, don't you?"
* * *
While Opera and Precis compared mechanical notes, Leon had convinced Chisato to take a walk around
Linga with him.
"So," said Leon excitedly, "what kind of places have you been to? I heard that you were travling
throughout space. How did you manage to do that? Did you bring back any books from some other
planet that I could study?"
Chisato chuckled. Leon still loved to study. And, she didn't blame him for wanting books from
another planet, since he had more than likely studied everything on THIS planet that had interested
him. She then thought for a few moments, and pulled out a small, palm-sized machine.
"Here," she said, "This is a copy of the guide I write for. You can find out about the various
planets from it." She quickly showed Leon how to type in various commands to access the diffrent
chapters. Leon's seventeen year old eyes shone with excitment.
"You realize that this is going to make me want to see diffrent places even more, right?"
"Well, this is the best I can do for you. It has a fairly nice chapter on hereldry science. Though
I don't know if it'll have anything that you don't ALREADY know."
Leon laughed. Suddenly, the conversation was cut short by the sound of Opera yelling.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WORSE, YOU OR MISS ELECTRO OVER THERE!"
"WELL, IT WOULD WORK!!! THE PARTS SEEM THE SAME! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ADD THIS PEICE TO YOUR SHIP?"
"YOU CAN'T ADD AN ARCTURIAN PHASE DRIVE INGNITER ON A SHIP THAT USES STANDARD THRUSTERS!! THE SHIP
WILL BLOW UP!!!"
"BUT THEY LOOK THE SAME!"
Opera stormed out of Precis house, with Precis in close following, Opera walked by Chisato, and
grabbed her arm.
"Come on, Chisa. We'll be repairing the ship ourselves. Then, we'll be SLEEPING ON THE SHIP!"
Opera dragged Chisato out of town. Precis stopped by Leon. Leon gave her a funny look.
"What? They looked the same!"
As Opera and Chisato began to leave town, No Onion walked in, clothes torn and ragged. He had various
cuts all over his body, with a rather nasty one going across his cheek, all of which were still
relitivly fresh. He was stumbling as though he were drunk, and he was dragging a gun along with
him. The tip of the gun's barrel was caked with what appeared to be congealing grease.
He looked at Opera with a look of familiarty. "Hey, gorgeous," he said in a gravlly, forced voice,
"good to see you again." He then dropped to the ground, unconcious.
* * *
"What do you mean, you recognize him?" asked Precis and Chisato, helping drag an unconcious No
Onion into Precis' house.
"Ok, Chisa. Remember I was telling you about that weird, undeveloped Earth?"
"Ummm, yeah, I think so. Wait, THIS was that guy?"
"Yeah, THIS was that guy! But, how the hell did he get here?"
"Maybe," said Chisato, helping Precis lay No Onion on the guest room bed, "the same thing that
sent you to that other Earth?"
"No," said Opera, pacing around the room, thinking aloud, "that took me to the same place, whatever
dimension I was in. If he stumbled into one of those, it should have put him into the same place,
diffrent dimension."
Suddenly, Chisato looked at the reader, and held up her right hand.
"There is no plot hole. What Opera just said was not important. These are not the droids you seek."
Content with her Jedi Mind Trick, she turned back to the story.
"I guess," said Leon, as he finshed casting the one healing spell he had managed to learn.
"We'll just have to wait until the guy wakes up. And, from the looks of it, that won't be any
time soon."
"He's actually kinda cute, if you over look the the dirt and fresh scar on his face," said Precis.
Leon rolled his eyes.
"Don't you start, Precis. What is it with you and Earthlings? First Claude, and now you're gonna
hit on THIS guy?"
"Well," said Precis with a slight air of snootiness, "its not like theres anyone around HERE I would
want to flirt with. And besides, I DON'T FLIRT!" This led to a nice shouting argument between Leon
and Precis, with Chisato attempting to keep peace. Opear was still trying to figure out how No
Onion had gotten there, and why he looked as though he had gone thru a fight.
* * *
"Did you take care of the Earthling?"
"Not a problem, sir. He hadn't even discovered everything that the energy had done to him."
"So, he's dead? I want to make sure that there will be none to put a damper on my plans."
"Well, sir, if he's not dead, he won't be bothering you."
Suddenly, a bolt of energy killed the lackey that was giving the report.
"That's not good enough. I want his head brought to me. Now go. And you, make sure the merge goes
as plan."
* * *
It was now twelve midnight, and everyone had gone to sleep. Everyone except Opera. She was insitint
on finding out as much as she could, and decided to stay by No Onion, in case he woke up. That
didn't stop her from dozing off in her chair, however.
No Onion slowly opened his eye.
"I gotta stop doing that. Every time I do, I regret it." He looked around, attempting
to get his bearings straight. The first thing he noticed was a very beutiful woman, asleep in a
chair near him.
"Damn. Can you say de ja vu?"
He kept looking around. He saw his grease-gun, his hat, his spatula, and his shoes leaning and near
a wall. Suddenly, he saw Opera stir, and then jerk awake.
"Woah, gorgeous. You'll give yourself a heart attack."
"YOU! How'd you get here?!"
No Onion shook his head, as though he was trying to clear it. "Well, it was green, and it sucked,
in just about every way you could think of. Any other questions 'fore I pass out again?"
"Why do you look like you went thru a big fight?"
"That's actually kinda interesting. Four or five, or, hell, I don't remember HOW many, guys appeared
out of nowhere, and informed me that their boss wanted me dead. Well, I began to fire my grease
gun, and the burning hot liquid seemed to put sevral of them at bay. But, well, two of them got
close, and knocked my gun away. I used that spatula over there to attempt to fight them, and
actually did a LOT better than I thougt I would. But, the numbers got me. One got thru, and it
went downhill from there. When the last one slashed me across the face with his sword, I dropped
and they left me for dead."
"How did you survive?"
No Onion sighed. "That's the weirdest thing. When they left, I found myself thinking about Sonic
food. A cherry-limeade, thats a type of drink, appeared in my hand. I drank it, and, it gave me
enough strength to drag myself here."
"Sonic?"
"It's a resturant. So, gorgeous, what happened to you?" But, thankfully for Opera, No Onion dropped
back into unconciousness once again before she had to answer.
Opera shook her head. This guy didn't know any more than she did. He was just a guy that got dragged
into whatever the hell was happening, and most likely against his will. She laughed slightly,
realizing that if he had come five years earlier, he would have been almost considered the
Warrior. But, that line of thought didn't help her achieve her goals, which was to figure everything
out. She decided to go to sleep in the room that Precis had designated as hers, and figure it all
out in the morning.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Author's note: Ummm, there's not enough people reviewing. I'm sad......
up the more recent version of it, I have changed Ashton to Leon. I was orignally going to have
Ashton here, but realized that I couldn't write him without getting yelled at by Edtel. And I'm
already in a bit of trouble with her for making Chisato more ditzy than she is in the game. What
do you people think? Chisato, more or less ditzy? Huh? Up to you....
Chapter Four
AN ODD NEW WORLD, ALTHOUGH IT'S OLD TO SOME PEOPLE.
No Onion slowly opened his eyes, and immediatly regretted it. The intense sunlight flooded his
eyes like the Amazon floods Africa every year. In addition to that, he had a tremendous headache.
"Ugh, what did I DO last night?"
He felt a slight pain in his back, and upon inspection, discovered a spatula. Looking around and
seeing the half-thawed Sonic food around him made him remember what had happened. He had been
sucked into some green thing. As he had fallen thru what looked like a green tunnel, weird
energy had hit both him, and the grease pump that had gotten pulled in with him.
The grease pump. He looked around for it, if only to see somthing that seemed familiar. He found
it, but it was a changed peice of machinary. At one time, it was a box like thing on wheels, with
a nozzle and a rotary pump to spray the grease into the grease barrel. It was now a gun. It looked
very much like a machine gun, but still had a rotary handel on the side.
"That energy musta done something REALLY fucked up to it. Wonder if it did anything to me?"
* * *
"So, Precis, how have you been?" asked Chisato.
"Oh, I've been fine. Putzing around here, building new things. And, when Leon came to visit me and
Bowman, he offered to help me for a while."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, 'OFFERED'?" yelled a slightly irrate Leon. "You said that it was either help
you, or you would test your new machine on me wether I liked it or not."
Opera burst into laughter. Precis hadn't changed much in the past five years. Even after her dad
had died, she still acted in almost the same way, if only a little bit more engrossed in her work.
"Anyways, Precis, I can most likely repair the ship myself, I just need some parts, and I was HOPEING
that you have them."
Precis smiled slightly. "Hey, we're friends, right? My workshop is open to you. Anything you think
would be useful, feel free to take. A ship crashed near here a few months back, you may even be
able to steal a few parts from it."
Opera said thank you, but then the full implications of what Precis had said sank in.
"Wait, a ship crashed near here? What did it look like, what happened?"
"Oh, chill Opera! It was a small, one person ship. No one was in the cockpit, which I found really
weird. Anyways, I dissambeled the thing, and had Ashton, who was in town at the time, help me
bring the parts here."
"So, basically, you reduced it to scrap metal?"
"Well, except all the computer stuff. But, yeah, there's not a WHOLE lot of it that's noticable as
a space ship. I made sure of that, in case some one saw us bringing it here. Don't want the world
learning things to quickly, I guess. Although, it WOULD be fun to travle thru space."
"Eh, I'll take you sometime," said Opera distractedly, getting up and going in the direction of
the workshop.
* * *
No Onion walked thru the grass land, with his spatula in one hand, and the grease gun slung around
his shoulder. He had made a crude shoulder sling out of a few cleaning towels that had been in the
freezer at the time of the energy.
No Onion tried his damndest to figure out where he was, but he couldn't. He was quite familiar
with the area of and around the town he lived in, and he was CERTAIN that he wasn't in or around
the afore mentioned town. He wondered where on Earth he was.
"Or off Earth. I mean, that energy shit was weird enough, and now, well..."
He began to hum a small tune, and snap his fingers to keep beat, hoping to get his mind off of
worrying. (Author's note: If you're fairly familiar with No Onion, and you DON'T know what's about
to happen, I oughta smack you.) As soon as he snapped his fingers, however, he felt a pair of arms
wrap around him. This startled him. Was he being attacked, or had Morrigan somehow found him even
tho he was who knows HOW far away from Sonic?
He pulled the arms away, and turned, to see a very good looking, very velouptous, very scantily
dressed woman.
"And you are?"
"My name is Candy!" said the woman with a REALLY big smile.
"And you came from?"
Candy got a thoughtful look on her face, which surprised No Onion, since it was OBVIOUS her head
was NOT made for thinking.
"Umm, I don't know. I heard your snapping, and felt the uncontrollable urge to run up to you."
"Ok," said No Onion slowly, attmepting as best he could to figure this odd turn of events out in his
head. He snapped, and apparently, that triggered a very beutiful, if stupid, woman running up
to him.
"Well," he continued, after much thought, "You can now go back to where ever the hell it is you
came from. Is that alright?"
"Ok," said Candy, and with a bounce and a smile, she ran off, leaving No Onion staring in wide
eyed wonder.
"That's the oddest freaking thing I've EVER seen. I wonder if I can do it again."
No Onion snapped his fingers once more, and this time, two women of the same caliber ran up to him.
"Let me guess, you two have stripper names too, don't you?"
* * *
While Opera and Precis compared mechanical notes, Leon had convinced Chisato to take a walk around
Linga with him.
"So," said Leon excitedly, "what kind of places have you been to? I heard that you were travling
throughout space. How did you manage to do that? Did you bring back any books from some other
planet that I could study?"
Chisato chuckled. Leon still loved to study. And, she didn't blame him for wanting books from
another planet, since he had more than likely studied everything on THIS planet that had interested
him. She then thought for a few moments, and pulled out a small, palm-sized machine.
"Here," she said, "This is a copy of the guide I write for. You can find out about the various
planets from it." She quickly showed Leon how to type in various commands to access the diffrent
chapters. Leon's seventeen year old eyes shone with excitment.
"You realize that this is going to make me want to see diffrent places even more, right?"
"Well, this is the best I can do for you. It has a fairly nice chapter on hereldry science. Though
I don't know if it'll have anything that you don't ALREADY know."
Leon laughed. Suddenly, the conversation was cut short by the sound of Opera yelling.
"I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S WORSE, YOU OR MISS ELECTRO OVER THERE!"
"WELL, IT WOULD WORK!!! THE PARTS SEEM THE SAME! WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ADD THIS PEICE TO YOUR SHIP?"
"YOU CAN'T ADD AN ARCTURIAN PHASE DRIVE INGNITER ON A SHIP THAT USES STANDARD THRUSTERS!! THE SHIP
WILL BLOW UP!!!"
"BUT THEY LOOK THE SAME!"
Opera stormed out of Precis house, with Precis in close following, Opera walked by Chisato, and
grabbed her arm.
"Come on, Chisa. We'll be repairing the ship ourselves. Then, we'll be SLEEPING ON THE SHIP!"
Opera dragged Chisato out of town. Precis stopped by Leon. Leon gave her a funny look.
"What? They looked the same!"
As Opera and Chisato began to leave town, No Onion walked in, clothes torn and ragged. He had various
cuts all over his body, with a rather nasty one going across his cheek, all of which were still
relitivly fresh. He was stumbling as though he were drunk, and he was dragging a gun along with
him. The tip of the gun's barrel was caked with what appeared to be congealing grease.
He looked at Opera with a look of familiarty. "Hey, gorgeous," he said in a gravlly, forced voice,
"good to see you again." He then dropped to the ground, unconcious.
* * *
"What do you mean, you recognize him?" asked Precis and Chisato, helping drag an unconcious No
Onion into Precis' house.
"Ok, Chisa. Remember I was telling you about that weird, undeveloped Earth?"
"Ummm, yeah, I think so. Wait, THIS was that guy?"
"Yeah, THIS was that guy! But, how the hell did he get here?"
"Maybe," said Chisato, helping Precis lay No Onion on the guest room bed, "the same thing that
sent you to that other Earth?"
"No," said Opera, pacing around the room, thinking aloud, "that took me to the same place, whatever
dimension I was in. If he stumbled into one of those, it should have put him into the same place,
diffrent dimension."
Suddenly, Chisato looked at the reader, and held up her right hand.
"There is no plot hole. What Opera just said was not important. These are not the droids you seek."
Content with her Jedi Mind Trick, she turned back to the story.
"I guess," said Leon, as he finshed casting the one healing spell he had managed to learn.
"We'll just have to wait until the guy wakes up. And, from the looks of it, that won't be any
time soon."
"He's actually kinda cute, if you over look the the dirt and fresh scar on his face," said Precis.
Leon rolled his eyes.
"Don't you start, Precis. What is it with you and Earthlings? First Claude, and now you're gonna
hit on THIS guy?"
"Well," said Precis with a slight air of snootiness, "its not like theres anyone around HERE I would
want to flirt with. And besides, I DON'T FLIRT!" This led to a nice shouting argument between Leon
and Precis, with Chisato attempting to keep peace. Opear was still trying to figure out how No
Onion had gotten there, and why he looked as though he had gone thru a fight.
* * *
"Did you take care of the Earthling?"
"Not a problem, sir. He hadn't even discovered everything that the energy had done to him."
"So, he's dead? I want to make sure that there will be none to put a damper on my plans."
"Well, sir, if he's not dead, he won't be bothering you."
Suddenly, a bolt of energy killed the lackey that was giving the report.
"That's not good enough. I want his head brought to me. Now go. And you, make sure the merge goes
as plan."
* * *
It was now twelve midnight, and everyone had gone to sleep. Everyone except Opera. She was insitint
on finding out as much as she could, and decided to stay by No Onion, in case he woke up. That
didn't stop her from dozing off in her chair, however.
No Onion slowly opened his eye.
"I gotta stop doing that. Every time I do, I regret it." He looked around, attempting
to get his bearings straight. The first thing he noticed was a very beutiful woman, asleep in a
chair near him.
"Damn. Can you say de ja vu?"
He kept looking around. He saw his grease-gun, his hat, his spatula, and his shoes leaning and near
a wall. Suddenly, he saw Opera stir, and then jerk awake.
"Woah, gorgeous. You'll give yourself a heart attack."
"YOU! How'd you get here?!"
No Onion shook his head, as though he was trying to clear it. "Well, it was green, and it sucked,
in just about every way you could think of. Any other questions 'fore I pass out again?"
"Why do you look like you went thru a big fight?"
"That's actually kinda interesting. Four or five, or, hell, I don't remember HOW many, guys appeared
out of nowhere, and informed me that their boss wanted me dead. Well, I began to fire my grease
gun, and the burning hot liquid seemed to put sevral of them at bay. But, well, two of them got
close, and knocked my gun away. I used that spatula over there to attempt to fight them, and
actually did a LOT better than I thougt I would. But, the numbers got me. One got thru, and it
went downhill from there. When the last one slashed me across the face with his sword, I dropped
and they left me for dead."
"How did you survive?"
No Onion sighed. "That's the weirdest thing. When they left, I found myself thinking about Sonic
food. A cherry-limeade, thats a type of drink, appeared in my hand. I drank it, and, it gave me
enough strength to drag myself here."
"Sonic?"
"It's a resturant. So, gorgeous, what happened to you?" But, thankfully for Opera, No Onion dropped
back into unconciousness once again before she had to answer.
Opera shook her head. This guy didn't know any more than she did. He was just a guy that got dragged
into whatever the hell was happening, and most likely against his will. She laughed slightly,
realizing that if he had come five years earlier, he would have been almost considered the
Warrior. But, that line of thought didn't help her achieve her goals, which was to figure everything
out. She decided to go to sleep in the room that Precis had designated as hers, and figure it all
out in the morning.
TO BE CONTINUED.
Author's note: Ummm, there's not enough people reviewing. I'm sad......
