THE AMAZING, INCREDIBLE, MIND-BOGGLING ADVENTURES OF TABLE-HEADED SERVICE DRONE BOB!
Part Twenty-six: The descent
Bob clambered through shafts and conduits with a single goal in mind. His face was twisted into one of hateful determination. His red eyes turned the colour of blood (human blood, not Irken, which is fairly disturbing in itself), and he would not let anything get in the way of his rage. He slipped past the Planet Jackers desperately trying to find a way through the door to the command centre and entered an air duct that would have been far too small for anyone else but him.
He dropped down on the other side to encounter the body of a Planet Jacker, blood was oozing out of a deep cut along the length of his throat. He looked around and saw two other bodies the same way, and eventually his eyes came to the cold, emotionless figure standing in front of the controls, intently looking at the bright star gradually filling up the display in front of her.
"TEK!" Bob screamed. It was a scream one would have thought incapable to have been emitted from such a small creature. It was a voice that summed up feelings of hatred and eternal loss, the inflections stabbing the air like knives. It got Tek's attention as she spun around and looked upon Bob with those narrow blue eyes of hers. If she had allowed them to show any emotion they would've probably been startled.
"Bob?" Tek asked icily, "Bob! Did you know that I am actually pleased to see you? I was just planning you to be stuck in an locked escape pod while you, Larb, and the rest of Crag's lackeys were incinerated by this star, with myself speeding away in that lone open escape pod over there." Tek indicated towards the said escape pod. Bob wasn't in the mood to look. He WAS in the mood to tear apart her ribcage and pulverise her remains so he stayed glaring at her, seething with hatred. Tek could only raise a grin. The grin didn't seem to imply any feeling behind it.
"But now with you around, I can at least claim some collateral," Tek mentioned, "still, it would have been apt wouldn't it? Strapped and gagged to the back of a chair while your ship headed into the sun, very ironic. But I guess there's no room in the universe for poetry..."
"You're not getting off this ship alive, Tek," Bob spat, genuinely meaning every word, if not especially going so far as knowing HOW. In all his hate, he needed a legitimate plan to kill this psycho. He looked around desperately, and noticed out of the corner of his eye the airlock located next the escape pod. It just might work.
"Somehow I think I MIGHT just live through this one," Tek added sarcastically, drawing a knife from her person and holding it to Bob's neck, "now head to the pod." Bob could do nothing but comply. Any attempt to fight her now would only leave her alive and him dead, not the best way to avenge Chak. So he bided his time as they walked to the pod. Only at the last moment did he suddenly jerk from Tek's grip and hit the rapid decompression switch.
The command bridge became a self-contained hurricane as air rushed out of the airlock. The knife flew out of Tek's hand and embedded itself in the bulkhead. Bob grabbed onto a railing on the wall and Tek flew out of the airlock. But she wasn't finished yet. She grabbed onto Bob's leg in an attempt to at least salvage SOMETHING from this. Bob tried to retain a grip on the railing, but he was too small and Tek's mass added onto the force of the suction meant that he began to slip from the railing.
He attempted to kick away Tek's iron grip from his leg, but his limbs were too small. Fast losing his grip he looked around for an answer, and saw Tek's knife embedded in the bulkhead. Taking one long, suicidal lunge he grabbed the knife and brought it in a straight semi-circle into Tek's hand. Tek let go of Bob's leg and was blown into the depths of space. On her face finally appeared a sign of emotion: despair.
Bob climbed back into the bridge and shut the airlock door. The loss of air was making it hard to breathe, but he was managing. He moved towards the escape pod, but upon looking back at the controls a devious idea came to him...
"Come on, Larb," Larb said to himself as he pulled on the machinery inside the escape pod, blood oozing from his arm under the strain, "you were an Invader, you're meant to be GOOD at this! Come on you fucking piece of-AGH!" The brief cry came as his fingers were momentarily trapped inside the machinery as they sprang to life. Larb stumbled back into the pod, nursing his figures as it finally seperated from the ship.
He saw the ship, towing behind it Stark 1-27 and half a million soldiers, moving towards the sun in the centre. He could also barely make out another escape pod moving away in the opposite direction to him. He hoped he was happy, sarcastically...
Just as the door opened with a spark of laser fire, Crag immediately rushed through the door towards the controls. He punched in co-ordinates with a desperation which comes from death being the punishment for getting this wrong. Thrusters started up and Crag could see the sun ceasing to grow, and eventually shrinking in the monitor.
Crag breathed a sigh of relief. He may have lost his project and maybe even his army, but he still had his life. It was then that he looked down and noticed a smaller monitor with a countdown on it. He got this sudden, sinking feeling.
...3...2...1...FUSION INHIBITION IN PROCESS.
Crag looked up to see a beam being emanated from the ship into the star in front of him. Within seconds he was blinded by a brilliant light from the star, which only kept getting brighter as it neared the ship. Instead of recoiling, Crag only stood wide-eyed, a small tear running down his cheek as the shockwave hit and incinerated the bridge. It continued on to vaporise Crag's ship, Crag's army, and even Stark 1-27 along with it. And in the distance was an escape pod, cruising gently out of reach of the blast...
TO BE CONCLUDED...
Part Twenty-six: The descent
Bob clambered through shafts and conduits with a single goal in mind. His face was twisted into one of hateful determination. His red eyes turned the colour of blood (human blood, not Irken, which is fairly disturbing in itself), and he would not let anything get in the way of his rage. He slipped past the Planet Jackers desperately trying to find a way through the door to the command centre and entered an air duct that would have been far too small for anyone else but him.
He dropped down on the other side to encounter the body of a Planet Jacker, blood was oozing out of a deep cut along the length of his throat. He looked around and saw two other bodies the same way, and eventually his eyes came to the cold, emotionless figure standing in front of the controls, intently looking at the bright star gradually filling up the display in front of her.
"TEK!" Bob screamed. It was a scream one would have thought incapable to have been emitted from such a small creature. It was a voice that summed up feelings of hatred and eternal loss, the inflections stabbing the air like knives. It got Tek's attention as she spun around and looked upon Bob with those narrow blue eyes of hers. If she had allowed them to show any emotion they would've probably been startled.
"Bob?" Tek asked icily, "Bob! Did you know that I am actually pleased to see you? I was just planning you to be stuck in an locked escape pod while you, Larb, and the rest of Crag's lackeys were incinerated by this star, with myself speeding away in that lone open escape pod over there." Tek indicated towards the said escape pod. Bob wasn't in the mood to look. He WAS in the mood to tear apart her ribcage and pulverise her remains so he stayed glaring at her, seething with hatred. Tek could only raise a grin. The grin didn't seem to imply any feeling behind it.
"But now with you around, I can at least claim some collateral," Tek mentioned, "still, it would have been apt wouldn't it? Strapped and gagged to the back of a chair while your ship headed into the sun, very ironic. But I guess there's no room in the universe for poetry..."
"You're not getting off this ship alive, Tek," Bob spat, genuinely meaning every word, if not especially going so far as knowing HOW. In all his hate, he needed a legitimate plan to kill this psycho. He looked around desperately, and noticed out of the corner of his eye the airlock located next the escape pod. It just might work.
"Somehow I think I MIGHT just live through this one," Tek added sarcastically, drawing a knife from her person and holding it to Bob's neck, "now head to the pod." Bob could do nothing but comply. Any attempt to fight her now would only leave her alive and him dead, not the best way to avenge Chak. So he bided his time as they walked to the pod. Only at the last moment did he suddenly jerk from Tek's grip and hit the rapid decompression switch.
The command bridge became a self-contained hurricane as air rushed out of the airlock. The knife flew out of Tek's hand and embedded itself in the bulkhead. Bob grabbed onto a railing on the wall and Tek flew out of the airlock. But she wasn't finished yet. She grabbed onto Bob's leg in an attempt to at least salvage SOMETHING from this. Bob tried to retain a grip on the railing, but he was too small and Tek's mass added onto the force of the suction meant that he began to slip from the railing.
He attempted to kick away Tek's iron grip from his leg, but his limbs were too small. Fast losing his grip he looked around for an answer, and saw Tek's knife embedded in the bulkhead. Taking one long, suicidal lunge he grabbed the knife and brought it in a straight semi-circle into Tek's hand. Tek let go of Bob's leg and was blown into the depths of space. On her face finally appeared a sign of emotion: despair.
Bob climbed back into the bridge and shut the airlock door. The loss of air was making it hard to breathe, but he was managing. He moved towards the escape pod, but upon looking back at the controls a devious idea came to him...
"Come on, Larb," Larb said to himself as he pulled on the machinery inside the escape pod, blood oozing from his arm under the strain, "you were an Invader, you're meant to be GOOD at this! Come on you fucking piece of-AGH!" The brief cry came as his fingers were momentarily trapped inside the machinery as they sprang to life. Larb stumbled back into the pod, nursing his figures as it finally seperated from the ship.
He saw the ship, towing behind it Stark 1-27 and half a million soldiers, moving towards the sun in the centre. He could also barely make out another escape pod moving away in the opposite direction to him. He hoped he was happy, sarcastically...
Just as the door opened with a spark of laser fire, Crag immediately rushed through the door towards the controls. He punched in co-ordinates with a desperation which comes from death being the punishment for getting this wrong. Thrusters started up and Crag could see the sun ceasing to grow, and eventually shrinking in the monitor.
Crag breathed a sigh of relief. He may have lost his project and maybe even his army, but he still had his life. It was then that he looked down and noticed a smaller monitor with a countdown on it. He got this sudden, sinking feeling.
...3...2...1...FUSION INHIBITION IN PROCESS.
Crag looked up to see a beam being emanated from the ship into the star in front of him. Within seconds he was blinded by a brilliant light from the star, which only kept getting brighter as it neared the ship. Instead of recoiling, Crag only stood wide-eyed, a small tear running down his cheek as the shockwave hit and incinerated the bridge. It continued on to vaporise Crag's ship, Crag's army, and even Stark 1-27 along with it. And in the distance was an escape pod, cruising gently out of reach of the blast...
TO BE CONCLUDED...