THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Eighteen: Infiltration
The patrol ship hugged the surface of a planet like a leech. A high-speed, flying leech. It travelled down the bottom of Stark 1-27's deep chasms, keeping as low as it possibly could, twisting and turning through the planet's many openings and corners to keep themselves secret. Whenever there was a choice of going over or under an obstacle, it always went under it. The inhabitants of the ship, some two dozen trained soldiers, were getting the inalienable feeling that navigating canyons at several thousand miles an hour was just a bit suicidal. They were perfectly happy facing suicidal odds in close combat with the enemy, but place them in a situation where their whole lives were in the hands of some madman with a degree from flight school and they quickly grew reservations.
Commander Larb had no such reservations. Chak, however, was doing everything in he power to keep herself from soiling her undies. But she kept her nerve, she would have to if she wanted to see Bob alive again.
"There it is!" she yelled as the transport twisted around a corner to see a giant metal hulk ABOVE it, clinging to the canyon walls. The ship slowed down and drifted upwards until it made contact with a pre-determined section of the ship's hull. A docking collar extended from the smaller ship and attached to the hull, cutting a hole through it to let the soldiers through. No alarms went off as they clambered on-board, so Chak had obviously done her homework.
"Okay, we're inside Chak," asked Larb earnestly, as he didn't want to be here any longer than he had to, "now where would the safest way to the brig be?"
"Down that corridor," Chak indicated, pointing that way, "second opening to the right, then up the service shaft. It should be right in front of you. There are a few guards, bt if you're quick enough they shouldn't pose any problems."
"Right," Larb confirmed, since Chak had little reason to lie, "Soldier Grep? Stay with Chak and make sure she doesn't try anything screwy. Everyone else...MOVE!" The rest of the team disappeared down the corridor as Grep turned to Chak, annoyed that he wasn't going to see any action.
"Okay miss," Grep began nonchalantly, "we're-UGH!" Grep dropped to the floor with a rock-shaped gash embedded in the side of his face. Chak threw the rock to the ground and ran in the opposite direction to the team. It was easier than she had imagined, she thought, as she hadn't anticipated that Larb would willingly leave her behind. Larb would probably be cursing himself soon as the directions she gave led straight to the trash compactor.
Chak climbed up deserted stories and conduits. She had been on the ship before during her time as one of Tek's most effective spies, and she knew what places would be deserted and what wouldn't. Soon she found herself in the detention area. There was a solitary guard posted at a single door, ready to jump anyone who tried to hack through it. Tek learned from the mistakes of her opponents. Though with the guard's attention directed at the door, a flaw had nevertheless developed. She threw herself at the guard's head and managed by luck as much as anything else to knock him out on the cell door. She opened the door and immediately her mood lightened when she saw Bob once again...
"Bob!" Chak shrieked in delight, "I'm so glad to see you again! We have to get out of here!" Bob stood up from his previously despondent position and looked at Chak.
"Chak..." he could only utter in surprise. He began to walk towards her.
"I know a way to the shuttle bay," Chak had continued, "we can steal a ship and get out of here together! We can-" Chak was cut off as Bob punched her in the face with as much force as he could muster. Thrown back to the floor in shock, she wiped away some blood from her mouth and looked up into his hate-filled eyes full of nothing but fear.
"Chak, I trusted you!" spat Bob, "I believed in you! I cared about you! Damnit for a while I thought I was even in love with you! Was all that just to please THAT waste of skin!?" Bob was not in the mood for reason.
"You don't know what it was like!" protested Chak, standing up, "I had nothing on Sirius Minor! I was begging for scraps on the street! I was at my wit's end. Then Tek came to me and gave me work. When Tek asks for something, you don't turn her down! That's a sure way to get yourself killed..."
"WELL BOO-FUCKING-HOO!" yelled Bob, not caring about excuses, "you manipulated me. You lied to me. For all I know you still ARE lying to me." Bob walked towards the door, as Chak went into a quiet mental dissolve, sobbing inwardly.
"Bob, please," Chak whined, "I NEED you-"
"DON'T PULL THAT SHIT ON ME, CHAK!" shouted Bob, reducing Chak to visible tears as he reached the entrance, "I'm finding my own way to the ship. For all I care, you can go to hell." Bob left the cell only to find Larb and his mob pointing a barrage of weapons at him. Chak turned around, desperately willing them to NOT be there. Bob's hatred turned back exponentially to fear, and a smile developed on Larb's face.
"Touching..." exclaimed Larb...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Eighteen: Infiltration
The patrol ship hugged the surface of a planet like a leech. A high-speed, flying leech. It travelled down the bottom of Stark 1-27's deep chasms, keeping as low as it possibly could, twisting and turning through the planet's many openings and corners to keep themselves secret. Whenever there was a choice of going over or under an obstacle, it always went under it. The inhabitants of the ship, some two dozen trained soldiers, were getting the inalienable feeling that navigating canyons at several thousand miles an hour was just a bit suicidal. They were perfectly happy facing suicidal odds in close combat with the enemy, but place them in a situation where their whole lives were in the hands of some madman with a degree from flight school and they quickly grew reservations.
Commander Larb had no such reservations. Chak, however, was doing everything in he power to keep herself from soiling her undies. But she kept her nerve, she would have to if she wanted to see Bob alive again.
"There it is!" she yelled as the transport twisted around a corner to see a giant metal hulk ABOVE it, clinging to the canyon walls. The ship slowed down and drifted upwards until it made contact with a pre-determined section of the ship's hull. A docking collar extended from the smaller ship and attached to the hull, cutting a hole through it to let the soldiers through. No alarms went off as they clambered on-board, so Chak had obviously done her homework.
"Okay, we're inside Chak," asked Larb earnestly, as he didn't want to be here any longer than he had to, "now where would the safest way to the brig be?"
"Down that corridor," Chak indicated, pointing that way, "second opening to the right, then up the service shaft. It should be right in front of you. There are a few guards, bt if you're quick enough they shouldn't pose any problems."
"Right," Larb confirmed, since Chak had little reason to lie, "Soldier Grep? Stay with Chak and make sure she doesn't try anything screwy. Everyone else...MOVE!" The rest of the team disappeared down the corridor as Grep turned to Chak, annoyed that he wasn't going to see any action.
"Okay miss," Grep began nonchalantly, "we're-UGH!" Grep dropped to the floor with a rock-shaped gash embedded in the side of his face. Chak threw the rock to the ground and ran in the opposite direction to the team. It was easier than she had imagined, she thought, as she hadn't anticipated that Larb would willingly leave her behind. Larb would probably be cursing himself soon as the directions she gave led straight to the trash compactor.
Chak climbed up deserted stories and conduits. She had been on the ship before during her time as one of Tek's most effective spies, and she knew what places would be deserted and what wouldn't. Soon she found herself in the detention area. There was a solitary guard posted at a single door, ready to jump anyone who tried to hack through it. Tek learned from the mistakes of her opponents. Though with the guard's attention directed at the door, a flaw had nevertheless developed. She threw herself at the guard's head and managed by luck as much as anything else to knock him out on the cell door. She opened the door and immediately her mood lightened when she saw Bob once again...
"Bob!" Chak shrieked in delight, "I'm so glad to see you again! We have to get out of here!" Bob stood up from his previously despondent position and looked at Chak.
"Chak..." he could only utter in surprise. He began to walk towards her.
"I know a way to the shuttle bay," Chak had continued, "we can steal a ship and get out of here together! We can-" Chak was cut off as Bob punched her in the face with as much force as he could muster. Thrown back to the floor in shock, she wiped away some blood from her mouth and looked up into his hate-filled eyes full of nothing but fear.
"Chak, I trusted you!" spat Bob, "I believed in you! I cared about you! Damnit for a while I thought I was even in love with you! Was all that just to please THAT waste of skin!?" Bob was not in the mood for reason.
"You don't know what it was like!" protested Chak, standing up, "I had nothing on Sirius Minor! I was begging for scraps on the street! I was at my wit's end. Then Tek came to me and gave me work. When Tek asks for something, you don't turn her down! That's a sure way to get yourself killed..."
"WELL BOO-FUCKING-HOO!" yelled Bob, not caring about excuses, "you manipulated me. You lied to me. For all I know you still ARE lying to me." Bob walked towards the door, as Chak went into a quiet mental dissolve, sobbing inwardly.
"Bob, please," Chak whined, "I NEED you-"
"DON'T PULL THAT SHIT ON ME, CHAK!" shouted Bob, reducing Chak to visible tears as he reached the entrance, "I'm finding my own way to the ship. For all I care, you can go to hell." Bob left the cell only to find Larb and his mob pointing a barrage of weapons at him. Chak turned around, desperately willing them to NOT be there. Bob's hatred turned back exponentially to fear, and a smile developed on Larb's face.
"Touching..." exclaimed Larb...
TO BE CONTINUED...