THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Ten: Police action
Rapid laser-fire ripped through the square, ripping up the four hitmen as if tey were cardboard cut-outs...but filled with goo. Bob and Chak clung on to each other as the laser-fire took out a good portion of the surrounding area. By the end, pieces of the hitmen were strewn across the ground and the two of them had their hands clamped onto their ears. Bob opened his screwed-up eyes to see that he was bathed in some sort of concentrated light, emanating from an object up ahead.
"Stay where you are! We have our weapons trained on you!" announced an officious-sounding voice over what sounded like a mega-phone. As they both looked up they suddenly got the feeling of travelling at several thousand miles an hour over a short distance. They were sucked into the object, and it lifted up above the cloudless sky and into space.
Inside the object, Bob saw that the things surrounding him were actually Irkens, this time in that special uniform that could only mean they were part of the military. One of the Irkens, apparently of a superior rank to the others judging from his height, approached the two of them with a smug, self-satisfied look on his face.
"Greetings. Welcome aboard the Charybdis. I am Commander Larb, and I now officially declare you two to be in my custody," announced the Irken, sounding like the officious voice that was heard over the loudspeakers.
"Uhhh...thanks, I think," said Bob, sheepishly, "I was just wondering...hey! Larb!? Now I remember you! You kicked me in the shin for not putting ice in your soda!" Bob WAS one to bear grudges, he just didn't have the chance to act out on them very often.
"And I remember you from...what?" asked Larb, demonstrating the obliviousness an Irken normally feels for a social inferior, "nevertheless, we are here to capture you, Bob, and whatever secrets you're hiding." Bob found himself perturbed by this.
"Secrets? What secrets? And how do you know my name!?" Bob queried.
"We've been following you for a while, SERVICE DRONE," Larb emphasised his superiority a bit too much for Bob's tastes, "as soon as you touched down on Sirius Minor, we started hearing traffic from the Planet Jackers about your presence. We immediately set out to capture you and find out what so interested them. But Tek intercepted our transmissions and started to send teams to capture whatever crashed on Sirius Minor. He thought that we were referring to some of Slig's scrap that he retrieved from the crash-site, but we knew we were after you."
"Uhhh...that's very nice 'n all, Mr. Larb," Chak perked up, "but what has this got to do with Bob?" Larb paused, not for dramatic effect but because he was legitimately stumped.
"Ummm...actually we were hoping you could tell US that," Larb said, motioning for a group of nearby Irkens to approach with needles.
"You're going to knock me unconscious aren't you?" Bob hazarded.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Larb asked.
"Oh, just a guess," Bob mentioned. The irkens stuck syringes into both Bob and Chak, and the familiar feeling of closing-in darkness washed over him once again...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Ten: Police action
Rapid laser-fire ripped through the square, ripping up the four hitmen as if tey were cardboard cut-outs...but filled with goo. Bob and Chak clung on to each other as the laser-fire took out a good portion of the surrounding area. By the end, pieces of the hitmen were strewn across the ground and the two of them had their hands clamped onto their ears. Bob opened his screwed-up eyes to see that he was bathed in some sort of concentrated light, emanating from an object up ahead.
"Stay where you are! We have our weapons trained on you!" announced an officious-sounding voice over what sounded like a mega-phone. As they both looked up they suddenly got the feeling of travelling at several thousand miles an hour over a short distance. They were sucked into the object, and it lifted up above the cloudless sky and into space.
Inside the object, Bob saw that the things surrounding him were actually Irkens, this time in that special uniform that could only mean they were part of the military. One of the Irkens, apparently of a superior rank to the others judging from his height, approached the two of them with a smug, self-satisfied look on his face.
"Greetings. Welcome aboard the Charybdis. I am Commander Larb, and I now officially declare you two to be in my custody," announced the Irken, sounding like the officious voice that was heard over the loudspeakers.
"Uhhh...thanks, I think," said Bob, sheepishly, "I was just wondering...hey! Larb!? Now I remember you! You kicked me in the shin for not putting ice in your soda!" Bob WAS one to bear grudges, he just didn't have the chance to act out on them very often.
"And I remember you from...what?" asked Larb, demonstrating the obliviousness an Irken normally feels for a social inferior, "nevertheless, we are here to capture you, Bob, and whatever secrets you're hiding." Bob found himself perturbed by this.
"Secrets? What secrets? And how do you know my name!?" Bob queried.
"We've been following you for a while, SERVICE DRONE," Larb emphasised his superiority a bit too much for Bob's tastes, "as soon as you touched down on Sirius Minor, we started hearing traffic from the Planet Jackers about your presence. We immediately set out to capture you and find out what so interested them. But Tek intercepted our transmissions and started to send teams to capture whatever crashed on Sirius Minor. He thought that we were referring to some of Slig's scrap that he retrieved from the crash-site, but we knew we were after you."
"Uhhh...that's very nice 'n all, Mr. Larb," Chak perked up, "but what has this got to do with Bob?" Larb paused, not for dramatic effect but because he was legitimately stumped.
"Ummm...actually we were hoping you could tell US that," Larb said, motioning for a group of nearby Irkens to approach with needles.
"You're going to knock me unconscious aren't you?" Bob hazarded.
"Yeah, how did you know?" Larb asked.
"Oh, just a guess," Bob mentioned. The irkens stuck syringes into both Bob and Chak, and the familiar feeling of closing-in darkness washed over him once again...
TO BE CONTINUED...