THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Twenty-two: Brain putty
In the shadows was heard a measly whimper. Deep in the darkest conduits of the Planet Jacker's command vessel could be vaguely made out two figures. The small one was the one who was whimpering, a slither of sharp steel poised across her neck. The other figure was recognizable for her narrow, blue, emotionless eyes.
"T...Tek," whimpered the smaller figure, "w...what do y...you want from m...me?" The emotionless eyes remained cold, but a change in mood was evident. She pulled the knife away from the smaller figure's neck.
"I want you to do something for me, Chak," requested the cold, blue eyes, "you were at that little demonstration in the command centre. If that knowledge falls into the hands of either of those two loons, it's bad business for the universe. We must make certain that doesn't happen." The cold, emotionless figure then told the whimpering wreck what she wanted her to do.
"I can't do that!" she pleaded to those eyes, "I...can't..."
"You were once my most loyal servant," reminded the eyes, "you were a nobody, a meagre shell of an Irken in rags back on Sirius Minor. I rescued you from that, and you loved me for it. You wouldn't turn your back on me now, would you?"
"But...I..." the smaller figure began.
"If you do this, you can be by my side properly," tempted the eyes, "a comfortable home, people who care about you. That's what you always wanted isn't it? Turn your back on me and you'll be lucky to avoid being shot. Do this one, simple task, and you'll no longer have to sleep in the dirt." The smaller figure attempted some show of resistance, but finally relented...
Meanwhile, in a rather better-lit service shaft on the other side of the structure, Bob was being held by Larb.
"Okay," Bob asked, "now you're not going to go on about your life story and then chuck me in a cell are you? 'cos that's starting to get old..."
"Crag's an evil genius," Larb admitted, "I'm a soldier. Soldiers don't do those sort of things."
"You did that to me," Bob reminded.
"Yeah well, I wasn't stuck in some crummy air vent at the time, WAS I!?" Larb yelled, irritated at not being able to boss someone around for so long, "never trust a mad scientist. Okay! So at the moment we appear to be screwed BUT, we just might be able to get out of here if we had some tactical adventage. That brings us to the knowledge in YOUR head." Bob began to get anxious.
"Oh please? My brain's screwed up as it is!" Bob lamented, "Crag couldn't do it with that chair of his, why do you think you can do any better?"
"I'm sure that Crag was just trying to buy time before the Planet Jackers got here," Larb theorised, "so the information in your brain shouldn't be that hard to access. It all depends on this person called Lenn." Bob's headaches began to multiply. He rubbed his temple urgently.
"Larb...please...I don't..." Bob began, trying to stem the migraines as much as possible.
"Right, so you two were close," Larb continued, concentrating on the throbbing vein appearing on Bob's forehead, "you were engaged in a relationship full of romance and danger and kitchen mops. You were practically MADE for each other. A romance that usually happens only in operas. You transferred to the Massive. You were having the greatest time of your lives. Then you sensed something was wrong. She started to get distracted. You blamed on nerves. And then...?"
And then....
And then...
"Stop!" Bob begged, beginning to clutch his head in agony, "please!" But Larb didn't listen, pinning Bob up against the wall and holding his limbs apart.
"AND THEN WHAT, BOB!?" Larb demanded, holding onto his grip as Bob began screaming and spasming, spinning into delirium as the pain ripped through his skull, "What happened to her! Did she die!? Did someone do something to her!? Did she do something to you!? C'mon Bob! WHAT...DID...YOU...DO!!?"
And then...
And then...
Bob was beginning to drool at this stage, and on the verge of losing consciousness. Unintelligible noises came screaming from his throat until the truth finally hit him like an oncoming train...
And then...
And then...
"I KILLED HER!!" Bob shrieked, then fell unconscious from the effort...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Part Twenty-two: Brain putty
In the shadows was heard a measly whimper. Deep in the darkest conduits of the Planet Jacker's command vessel could be vaguely made out two figures. The small one was the one who was whimpering, a slither of sharp steel poised across her neck. The other figure was recognizable for her narrow, blue, emotionless eyes.
"T...Tek," whimpered the smaller figure, "w...what do y...you want from m...me?" The emotionless eyes remained cold, but a change in mood was evident. She pulled the knife away from the smaller figure's neck.
"I want you to do something for me, Chak," requested the cold, blue eyes, "you were at that little demonstration in the command centre. If that knowledge falls into the hands of either of those two loons, it's bad business for the universe. We must make certain that doesn't happen." The cold, emotionless figure then told the whimpering wreck what she wanted her to do.
"I can't do that!" she pleaded to those eyes, "I...can't..."
"You were once my most loyal servant," reminded the eyes, "you were a nobody, a meagre shell of an Irken in rags back on Sirius Minor. I rescued you from that, and you loved me for it. You wouldn't turn your back on me now, would you?"
"But...I..." the smaller figure began.
"If you do this, you can be by my side properly," tempted the eyes, "a comfortable home, people who care about you. That's what you always wanted isn't it? Turn your back on me and you'll be lucky to avoid being shot. Do this one, simple task, and you'll no longer have to sleep in the dirt." The smaller figure attempted some show of resistance, but finally relented...
Meanwhile, in a rather better-lit service shaft on the other side of the structure, Bob was being held by Larb.
"Okay," Bob asked, "now you're not going to go on about your life story and then chuck me in a cell are you? 'cos that's starting to get old..."
"Crag's an evil genius," Larb admitted, "I'm a soldier. Soldiers don't do those sort of things."
"You did that to me," Bob reminded.
"Yeah well, I wasn't stuck in some crummy air vent at the time, WAS I!?" Larb yelled, irritated at not being able to boss someone around for so long, "never trust a mad scientist. Okay! So at the moment we appear to be screwed BUT, we just might be able to get out of here if we had some tactical adventage. That brings us to the knowledge in YOUR head." Bob began to get anxious.
"Oh please? My brain's screwed up as it is!" Bob lamented, "Crag couldn't do it with that chair of his, why do you think you can do any better?"
"I'm sure that Crag was just trying to buy time before the Planet Jackers got here," Larb theorised, "so the information in your brain shouldn't be that hard to access. It all depends on this person called Lenn." Bob's headaches began to multiply. He rubbed his temple urgently.
"Larb...please...I don't..." Bob began, trying to stem the migraines as much as possible.
"Right, so you two were close," Larb continued, concentrating on the throbbing vein appearing on Bob's forehead, "you were engaged in a relationship full of romance and danger and kitchen mops. You were practically MADE for each other. A romance that usually happens only in operas. You transferred to the Massive. You were having the greatest time of your lives. Then you sensed something was wrong. She started to get distracted. You blamed on nerves. And then...?"
And then....
And then...
"Stop!" Bob begged, beginning to clutch his head in agony, "please!" But Larb didn't listen, pinning Bob up against the wall and holding his limbs apart.
"AND THEN WHAT, BOB!?" Larb demanded, holding onto his grip as Bob began screaming and spasming, spinning into delirium as the pain ripped through his skull, "What happened to her! Did she die!? Did someone do something to her!? Did she do something to you!? C'mon Bob! WHAT...DID...YOU...DO!!?"
And then...
And then...
Bob was beginning to drool at this stage, and on the verge of losing consciousness. Unintelligible noises came screaming from his throat until the truth finally hit him like an oncoming train...
And then...
And then...
"I KILLED HER!!" Bob shrieked, then fell unconscious from the effort...
TO BE CONTINUED...