THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Twenty: Beneath a glass sky
The entire ship was caught in a throng of activity. Klaxons were wailing, and the hired crewmen who worked on the vessel were running about in a state of confusion, wondering how a ship can seem to have collided with thin air. Amidst this bedlam, a small figure ducked and weaved his way through the traffic, virtually unnoticed because of his size and because of the dense activity abound. Bob was good at this sort of thing.
He paused behind a service station, trying to get his bearings towards the shuttlebay. This was hard on a ship he had barely spent about 6 hours on. What he really needed was...no. He wasn't going to seek the help of that conceited bitch. This was going to be hard since that conceited bitch was going to give him help whether he wanted it or not.
"Chak!" Bob yelped, as she appeared beside him, "I thought that 'you can go to hell for all I care' was a big enough hint..."
"Listen!" said Chak forcefully, "you may not WANT my help, but you obviously NEED it! After we get off this ship you can go on with this man-bitchiness to your hearts desire but at the moment YOU...NEED...MY...HELP! Live with it!" At this withering counter-argument, Bob finally relented.
"All-right, miss 'who should I betray today'," Bob asked scathingly, "show me the way to the shuttle bay, and don't do any of that 'leading me into the trash compactor' shit. Believe me, I'll know." Bob turned to Chak and revealed that he had picked up a gun. Chak seemed shocked, but not necessarily surprised.
"I don't THAT's necessary..." Chak began.
"Maybe not," Bob butted in, "but I'd like some insurance behind me." Chak grudgingly led the way in front of Bob and his concealed gun. They still remained unnoticed as they approached the shuttlebay, and took the oppurtunity to investigate a bit. Looking out of whatever portholes they could find they saw that the sky had somehow become...solid. Hatchways and openings seemed to be appearing out of nowhere and attaching themselves to the ship's hull. Gunfire echoed down the corridors. The ship was being boarded, by what they couldn't fathom.
Suddenly a section of wall next to them imploded, and heavy-set figures in bulky, all-body suits clambered through the opening bearing weapons, blowing the brains out of anyone who approached. The leader of this newly appeared foe took one long look at Bob and came to a conclusion.
"Target located," the leader gruffed, "cuff 'im." The other aliens surrounded Bob, seemingly ignoring Chak.
"What the hell...WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?" Bob demanded as one of the aliens slapped his aimed gun aside and picked him up in one hand, "AND WHAT IS THIS THING ABOUT DRAGGING ME TO A CELL!? CAN'T YOU PEOPLE MAKE YOUR MINDS UP!?" All this yelling was to no avail as the aliens retreated into the hole they created, one of them turning towards a bare section of wall and stapling a poster into the bulkhead stating 'This vessel is now official property of the Planet Jacker Defence Force. Be happy!'. Chak attempted, against all logical thought, to free Bob from the alien's clutches, but all that earned her was a violent slap across the face, sending her bleeding against the far wall.
"Bob!" cried Chak as Bob disappeared inside the hole. Chak winced as she dragged herself towards the gun, picked it up and sent a token shot into the hole, which seemed to do nothing but chink the charred bulkhead plating. Chak sagged to the ground. She had lost Bob for the third time today. She began to cry, not quite believing how sucky her luck seemed to be. But her luck still had someway left to drop as a shadowed hand gripped her face and pulled her into one of the ducts, cold blue eyes urging her to be quiet...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Twenty: Beneath a glass sky
The entire ship was caught in a throng of activity. Klaxons were wailing, and the hired crewmen who worked on the vessel were running about in a state of confusion, wondering how a ship can seem to have collided with thin air. Amidst this bedlam, a small figure ducked and weaved his way through the traffic, virtually unnoticed because of his size and because of the dense activity abound. Bob was good at this sort of thing.
He paused behind a service station, trying to get his bearings towards the shuttlebay. This was hard on a ship he had barely spent about 6 hours on. What he really needed was...no. He wasn't going to seek the help of that conceited bitch. This was going to be hard since that conceited bitch was going to give him help whether he wanted it or not.
"Chak!" Bob yelped, as she appeared beside him, "I thought that 'you can go to hell for all I care' was a big enough hint..."
"Listen!" said Chak forcefully, "you may not WANT my help, but you obviously NEED it! After we get off this ship you can go on with this man-bitchiness to your hearts desire but at the moment YOU...NEED...MY...HELP! Live with it!" At this withering counter-argument, Bob finally relented.
"All-right, miss 'who should I betray today'," Bob asked scathingly, "show me the way to the shuttle bay, and don't do any of that 'leading me into the trash compactor' shit. Believe me, I'll know." Bob turned to Chak and revealed that he had picked up a gun. Chak seemed shocked, but not necessarily surprised.
"I don't THAT's necessary..." Chak began.
"Maybe not," Bob butted in, "but I'd like some insurance behind me." Chak grudgingly led the way in front of Bob and his concealed gun. They still remained unnoticed as they approached the shuttlebay, and took the oppurtunity to investigate a bit. Looking out of whatever portholes they could find they saw that the sky had somehow become...solid. Hatchways and openings seemed to be appearing out of nowhere and attaching themselves to the ship's hull. Gunfire echoed down the corridors. The ship was being boarded, by what they couldn't fathom.
Suddenly a section of wall next to them imploded, and heavy-set figures in bulky, all-body suits clambered through the opening bearing weapons, blowing the brains out of anyone who approached. The leader of this newly appeared foe took one long look at Bob and came to a conclusion.
"Target located," the leader gruffed, "cuff 'im." The other aliens surrounded Bob, seemingly ignoring Chak.
"What the hell...WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!?" Bob demanded as one of the aliens slapped his aimed gun aside and picked him up in one hand, "AND WHAT IS THIS THING ABOUT DRAGGING ME TO A CELL!? CAN'T YOU PEOPLE MAKE YOUR MINDS UP!?" All this yelling was to no avail as the aliens retreated into the hole they created, one of them turning towards a bare section of wall and stapling a poster into the bulkhead stating 'This vessel is now official property of the Planet Jacker Defence Force. Be happy!'. Chak attempted, against all logical thought, to free Bob from the alien's clutches, but all that earned her was a violent slap across the face, sending her bleeding against the far wall.
"Bob!" cried Chak as Bob disappeared inside the hole. Chak winced as she dragged herself towards the gun, picked it up and sent a token shot into the hole, which seemed to do nothing but chink the charred bulkhead plating. Chak sagged to the ground. She had lost Bob for the third time today. She began to cry, not quite believing how sucky her luck seemed to be. But her luck still had someway left to drop as a shadowed hand gripped her face and pulled her into one of the ducts, cold blue eyes urging her to be quiet...
TO BE CONTINUED...