Sleep light Part 2 - "oh for the love of....YES"
Disclaimer - I still don't own anything or anyone
Spoilers - none, I think
Apologies -Firstly, I'm writing this for fun, I'm sorry to the people who don't get my jokes (the blinky and the brain one), or want better paragraphs, and who the hell am I gonna get to proofread it if I'm the only one I know who watches the program. This is not my homework, it's my fun.But hey if it's unreadable sorry and I'll try better.(muttering)You should see my handwriting.
And secondly, I don't mean to offend or insult anyone with this fanfic, it's just some fun, kind of like Andromeda in a really twisted alternate universe. The real show is way better and none of the characters really act like they do in this. No harm intended.....hehehehehe, no wait that's not it, Mwahahahaha ....... no that's not it either... Anyways, on to the story
So where did we leave off, oh yes Poltz jumped into a demon slipstream with little Tori and Tyr and Beka were of course devastated.
Dylan called a meeting, he was standing on a table dressed in his Viking costume. Tyr decided it was time for action "Dylan, I think we should come up with a rescue plan"
"Well Tyr that sounds like a good idea. Would it be dangerous and involve risking our lives and nearly getting killed but yet again just barely making it out alive, cos if it doesn't involve barely making it out with our lives then we're not doing it."
Dylan jumped off the table but managed to fly across the room and smack his head off the window. He stood up " I am Spiderman!, but if this window hadn't have been here I'd have been Superman and you", he turned to Harper "you would have been my trusty sidekick...... Robin (or something). Come!, let us get into our superhero suits and put on our superhero aftershave." Dylan took off running out the door and down the corridor, Harper followed reluctantly.
Tyr sat down and looked at Beka, "So much for a plan, but while we're on the subject of costumes, how about that tweety bird costume in your wardrobe.....
Later, in command.
"Alright people, here's the plan - Firstly we have to go get Rev back cos we need him (for the plot), we could just hope a handy helpful hint comes our way like last time but now that I've mentioned it, we know it won't. Beka you're piloting, lets go back to the last place we knew Rev was headed.
Later on...after they trace Rev to a planet and using the nano-tracker things in his blood are following the signal. Dylan, Beka, Rommie and Tyr are tracking him. Harper was left on the ship with a mission to get Trance very drunk, just like Dylan ordered.
They walked up the path to what looked like a bar, the name in neon lights on the front "Rev's Tavern". A list on the door displayed the specialities; Holy Water - Antarian Ale, Blessed Grape Juice - Sanjon wine, The quick Way - strong verhan whiskey. The sign on the door said - enter all who seek the way, and a good drink.
"Are you sure we shouldn't have brought Trance with us, we'd probably have a better chance of getting her drunk here" "No" Dylan replied " I told Harper to tell her she had to help him fix the slipstream drive, and the weapons, droids, basically everything on the ship. I'm sure she'll be merry by the time we get back."
They entered the bar and up on the stage was Rev, singing, they just caught the last line of the well known tune " That's why, the lady is a nun". Then the audience broke off into applause. Rev walked down behind the bar and a Than got up and started singing country western, something about a guys drogarian hound leaving and his hirconian girlfriend dying and his mam throwing him out of the house.
When they walked up to the bar Rev was talking to a man. The man said "Rev, my wife wants to have more children but I don't want anymore and I still want a good sex life, what do I do?" " Well", Rev replied, "the answer is simple my friend, you tell your wife you have become a wayist Monk, and now practice celibacy and then you go and sleep with other women." "Thank you Rev, thank you for your help." " Your welcome my friend, Follow the way!"
Just then Rev turned and saw them, "Hallo, my friends, to what do I owe this visit?" "We need your help Rev" "I'll just get my cape........
Back on the ship
When they arrived back, they found a very harassed Harper and a very drunk Trance. They were once again having a meeting but Trance kept interrupting with things like "you've been such a good friend do you know that Harper, and your such a good fix-it guy you know, you, fix things and that, thats good, that you fix things, and I think I'm gonna sleep now. Trance slumps down on the table, asleep.
Dylan begins " Right my plan, Rev have you found how to where we can enter the Demon slipstream?" " Yes Dylan, it's not far from here we can get there in less than an hour, but Dylan no ship could fly through this slipstream and live."
"Great, well here's where my plan comes in, no normal person could fly us through this but I think that Trance, drunk could do it. Remember when she threw us three hundred years back in time, and she wasn't even drunk then. So we get her to fly, we nearly get killed on the way, we arrive heavily damaged and all that stuff, you know, the "one hit'll knock us flat thing" which leads to the barely escaping with our lives. Then we rescue the kid, and leave."
"Going back to our mission" He said quietly, "OF TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE UNIVERSE!." Uh-oh he thought to himself, I said the loud part quiet and the quiet part loud.
"Anyway" he continued," That's the plan". " Let me get this straight" began Tyr, "The very drunk purple girl is going to fly us through an impossible slipstream and , providing we don't get killed, we'll rescue our daughter, whom we don't know her location, and then fly back out through this slipstream and somehow get home." "Yep, that's the plan, everyone okay with that? " Everyone around the table agreed, there were a number of shrugs and okay's"
Dylan shook Trance awake, "Trance we need you to fly slipstream" Trance awoke and happily under the influence of alcohol followed Dylan to command. Just as Trance was being buckled in to the seat Dylan said " Wait, no this is insane, Trance flying slipstream, what are we thinking people, we must be mad we'll get ourselves killed." Everyone just stared at Dylan, he was becoming sane. They were quick to act, Tyr knocked Dylan out and Beka injected him with some insanity nanobots.
"Trance it's time to go, Dylan will be better soon but it's time to fly now." Trance happily obliged and the whole ship began convulsing in green, red and blue light. Everyone was thrown around and suddenly there was a blinding flash, a giant crash and they arrived at their destination. Alarms flashed everywhere and the crew lay unconscious in command. If they were awake they would have read the messages the ship was receiving. They said " Welcome to Fairytale land, where many people comes but no-one ever leaves........ All major credit cards are excepted"
That's it for now, tune in for the next instalment of the story, if you dare ahhahahaha(that's still not it!). Your definition of humour may differ from the author of Sleep tight and her shareholders.
Disclaimer - I still don't own anything or anyone
Spoilers - none, I think
Apologies -Firstly, I'm writing this for fun, I'm sorry to the people who don't get my jokes (the blinky and the brain one), or want better paragraphs, and who the hell am I gonna get to proofread it if I'm the only one I know who watches the program. This is not my homework, it's my fun.But hey if it's unreadable sorry and I'll try better.(muttering)You should see my handwriting.
And secondly, I don't mean to offend or insult anyone with this fanfic, it's just some fun, kind of like Andromeda in a really twisted alternate universe. The real show is way better and none of the characters really act like they do in this. No harm intended.....hehehehehe, no wait that's not it, Mwahahahaha ....... no that's not it either... Anyways, on to the story
So where did we leave off, oh yes Poltz jumped into a demon slipstream with little Tori and Tyr and Beka were of course devastated.
Dylan called a meeting, he was standing on a table dressed in his Viking costume. Tyr decided it was time for action "Dylan, I think we should come up with a rescue plan"
"Well Tyr that sounds like a good idea. Would it be dangerous and involve risking our lives and nearly getting killed but yet again just barely making it out alive, cos if it doesn't involve barely making it out with our lives then we're not doing it."
Dylan jumped off the table but managed to fly across the room and smack his head off the window. He stood up " I am Spiderman!, but if this window hadn't have been here I'd have been Superman and you", he turned to Harper "you would have been my trusty sidekick...... Robin (or something). Come!, let us get into our superhero suits and put on our superhero aftershave." Dylan took off running out the door and down the corridor, Harper followed reluctantly.
Tyr sat down and looked at Beka, "So much for a plan, but while we're on the subject of costumes, how about that tweety bird costume in your wardrobe.....
Later, in command.
"Alright people, here's the plan - Firstly we have to go get Rev back cos we need him (for the plot), we could just hope a handy helpful hint comes our way like last time but now that I've mentioned it, we know it won't. Beka you're piloting, lets go back to the last place we knew Rev was headed.
Later on...after they trace Rev to a planet and using the nano-tracker things in his blood are following the signal. Dylan, Beka, Rommie and Tyr are tracking him. Harper was left on the ship with a mission to get Trance very drunk, just like Dylan ordered.
They walked up the path to what looked like a bar, the name in neon lights on the front "Rev's Tavern". A list on the door displayed the specialities; Holy Water - Antarian Ale, Blessed Grape Juice - Sanjon wine, The quick Way - strong verhan whiskey. The sign on the door said - enter all who seek the way, and a good drink.
"Are you sure we shouldn't have brought Trance with us, we'd probably have a better chance of getting her drunk here" "No" Dylan replied " I told Harper to tell her she had to help him fix the slipstream drive, and the weapons, droids, basically everything on the ship. I'm sure she'll be merry by the time we get back."
They entered the bar and up on the stage was Rev, singing, they just caught the last line of the well known tune " That's why, the lady is a nun". Then the audience broke off into applause. Rev walked down behind the bar and a Than got up and started singing country western, something about a guys drogarian hound leaving and his hirconian girlfriend dying and his mam throwing him out of the house.
When they walked up to the bar Rev was talking to a man. The man said "Rev, my wife wants to have more children but I don't want anymore and I still want a good sex life, what do I do?" " Well", Rev replied, "the answer is simple my friend, you tell your wife you have become a wayist Monk, and now practice celibacy and then you go and sleep with other women." "Thank you Rev, thank you for your help." " Your welcome my friend, Follow the way!"
Just then Rev turned and saw them, "Hallo, my friends, to what do I owe this visit?" "We need your help Rev" "I'll just get my cape........
Back on the ship
When they arrived back, they found a very harassed Harper and a very drunk Trance. They were once again having a meeting but Trance kept interrupting with things like "you've been such a good friend do you know that Harper, and your such a good fix-it guy you know, you, fix things and that, thats good, that you fix things, and I think I'm gonna sleep now. Trance slumps down on the table, asleep.
Dylan begins " Right my plan, Rev have you found how to where we can enter the Demon slipstream?" " Yes Dylan, it's not far from here we can get there in less than an hour, but Dylan no ship could fly through this slipstream and live."
"Great, well here's where my plan comes in, no normal person could fly us through this but I think that Trance, drunk could do it. Remember when she threw us three hundred years back in time, and she wasn't even drunk then. So we get her to fly, we nearly get killed on the way, we arrive heavily damaged and all that stuff, you know, the "one hit'll knock us flat thing" which leads to the barely escaping with our lives. Then we rescue the kid, and leave."
"Going back to our mission" He said quietly, "OF TRYING TO TAKE OVER THE UNIVERSE!." Uh-oh he thought to himself, I said the loud part quiet and the quiet part loud.
"Anyway" he continued," That's the plan". " Let me get this straight" began Tyr, "The very drunk purple girl is going to fly us through an impossible slipstream and , providing we don't get killed, we'll rescue our daughter, whom we don't know her location, and then fly back out through this slipstream and somehow get home." "Yep, that's the plan, everyone okay with that? " Everyone around the table agreed, there were a number of shrugs and okay's"
Dylan shook Trance awake, "Trance we need you to fly slipstream" Trance awoke and happily under the influence of alcohol followed Dylan to command. Just as Trance was being buckled in to the seat Dylan said " Wait, no this is insane, Trance flying slipstream, what are we thinking people, we must be mad we'll get ourselves killed." Everyone just stared at Dylan, he was becoming sane. They were quick to act, Tyr knocked Dylan out and Beka injected him with some insanity nanobots.
"Trance it's time to go, Dylan will be better soon but it's time to fly now." Trance happily obliged and the whole ship began convulsing in green, red and blue light. Everyone was thrown around and suddenly there was a blinding flash, a giant crash and they arrived at their destination. Alarms flashed everywhere and the crew lay unconscious in command. If they were awake they would have read the messages the ship was receiving. They said " Welcome to Fairytale land, where many people comes but no-one ever leaves........ All major credit cards are excepted"
That's it for now, tune in for the next instalment of the story, if you dare ahhahahaha(that's still not it!). Your definition of humour may differ from the author of Sleep tight and her shareholders.