Lance looked casually at the switchboard of the ship he had just rented. He
had told the dealer he knew how to drive it. He didn't.
The dealer had left him, high on the fact that the future prince's sale not only made his paycheck bigger, but also improved his reputation. Lance rolled his eyes at the thought of the dealer making a new advertisement: "If the future prince likes us, why don't you?"
It was only amusing for a moment, though, because he had a more important issue at hand: How to drive the ship back to his home without owing someone a mass amount of compensation cash (and sex) for destroying their vehicles.
He knew how to drive his mother's car, but a ship was nothing like that. His eyes scanned the buttons and switches. He spotted one that sported a tape label below it: Engine.
Lance chuckled, "Wow, that one's hard to figure out." He pressed it confidently. Nothing happened, and he raised an eyebrow. (One might notice his facial expressions to be quite like his father's.) He pressed it again, and became aggravated when it didn't start. "How does one press a button the wrong way?" He groaned and started pressing it rapidly, his index finger only a blur. In a few seconds, the engine roared, and he fell backward as the ship shot upward.
When he had finally crawled to the control panel, hoisted himself up, and pulled a lever labeled "hover", he could only just see the buildings on the ground. They looked much like pebbles.
He took a deep breath, "Well, that's something I'll never do again." He scanned the buttons again. He pulled a deceleration lever slowly, and the craft lowered gently toward the ground. When he was just above Transexual's rooftops, he checked a compass on the panel. Once had located North, he maneuvered the ship in that direction, after a few impatient curses and a few unsuccessful attempts.
He smiled as he was finally gliding toward the Furter Estate. He became cocky, and began lecturing the ship, "That's right, you hunk of junk.. I'm the future prince, so you'd BETTER listen to me.. I'm such a genius.." The engine coughed immediately following this declaration, and he rubbed his temple slowly, "Well damn."
He wondered only briefly what the problem was, because a computerized voice said, "Prince or not, I am my own vessel."
Lance looked around frantically, sarcasm still with him, "Oh hell! Where's the noose?! I'll hang myself before you kill me!"
The voice returned, "Calm down.. You told my previous owner you had used a ship before, I thought you would know that we are programmed to interact. Do stop swearing, Lance.. It upsets me."
Lance made a disgusted face, "Oh, ya right.." He put on a sing-song face and crooned, "Damn, damn, damn.. Sh-"
The ship suddenly shot forward, faster than its previous steady movement, and Lance fell on his face. When the ship had returned to its crawl, he lifted his head, "Ok, note to self.. Humor the flying toaster."
The ship ignored his comment, saying, "Get up. I sense that you want to go to your estate, and we're nearing that destination."
He nodded reluctantly and stood. He brushed off his corset and fishnets, then walked to the panel again. He was not looking down this time, but out the window. He could see a good deal of Transylvania, and he breathed deep.
The voice called, "Something wrong?"
He shook his head wistfully, "No.. Just thinking that my dad must have looked out at his planet this way in a similar ship."
The ship replied, "Yes.. But not really a similar ship. It was actually a ship designed to look like an Earthen mansion."
Lance looked behind him, "Oh, really? Huh.. Cool. How do you know?"
"I was an extra ship, hidden within the 'mansion', should its size make it break down."
He smiled, "No way! Awesome! What do I call you?"
The reply came, "D.D.B. or just D.D."
"What's that stand for?"
D.D. answered with a tone of faint amusement, "Don't Dream.. Be."
The dealer had left him, high on the fact that the future prince's sale not only made his paycheck bigger, but also improved his reputation. Lance rolled his eyes at the thought of the dealer making a new advertisement: "If the future prince likes us, why don't you?"
It was only amusing for a moment, though, because he had a more important issue at hand: How to drive the ship back to his home without owing someone a mass amount of compensation cash (and sex) for destroying their vehicles.
He knew how to drive his mother's car, but a ship was nothing like that. His eyes scanned the buttons and switches. He spotted one that sported a tape label below it: Engine.
Lance chuckled, "Wow, that one's hard to figure out." He pressed it confidently. Nothing happened, and he raised an eyebrow. (One might notice his facial expressions to be quite like his father's.) He pressed it again, and became aggravated when it didn't start. "How does one press a button the wrong way?" He groaned and started pressing it rapidly, his index finger only a blur. In a few seconds, the engine roared, and he fell backward as the ship shot upward.
When he had finally crawled to the control panel, hoisted himself up, and pulled a lever labeled "hover", he could only just see the buildings on the ground. They looked much like pebbles.
He took a deep breath, "Well, that's something I'll never do again." He scanned the buttons again. He pulled a deceleration lever slowly, and the craft lowered gently toward the ground. When he was just above Transexual's rooftops, he checked a compass on the panel. Once had located North, he maneuvered the ship in that direction, after a few impatient curses and a few unsuccessful attempts.
He smiled as he was finally gliding toward the Furter Estate. He became cocky, and began lecturing the ship, "That's right, you hunk of junk.. I'm the future prince, so you'd BETTER listen to me.. I'm such a genius.." The engine coughed immediately following this declaration, and he rubbed his temple slowly, "Well damn."
He wondered only briefly what the problem was, because a computerized voice said, "Prince or not, I am my own vessel."
Lance looked around frantically, sarcasm still with him, "Oh hell! Where's the noose?! I'll hang myself before you kill me!"
The voice returned, "Calm down.. You told my previous owner you had used a ship before, I thought you would know that we are programmed to interact. Do stop swearing, Lance.. It upsets me."
Lance made a disgusted face, "Oh, ya right.." He put on a sing-song face and crooned, "Damn, damn, damn.. Sh-"
The ship suddenly shot forward, faster than its previous steady movement, and Lance fell on his face. When the ship had returned to its crawl, he lifted his head, "Ok, note to self.. Humor the flying toaster."
The ship ignored his comment, saying, "Get up. I sense that you want to go to your estate, and we're nearing that destination."
He nodded reluctantly and stood. He brushed off his corset and fishnets, then walked to the panel again. He was not looking down this time, but out the window. He could see a good deal of Transylvania, and he breathed deep.
The voice called, "Something wrong?"
He shook his head wistfully, "No.. Just thinking that my dad must have looked out at his planet this way in a similar ship."
The ship replied, "Yes.. But not really a similar ship. It was actually a ship designed to look like an Earthen mansion."
Lance looked behind him, "Oh, really? Huh.. Cool. How do you know?"
"I was an extra ship, hidden within the 'mansion', should its size make it break down."
He smiled, "No way! Awesome! What do I call you?"
The reply came, "D.D.B. or just D.D."
"What's that stand for?"
D.D. answered with a tone of faint amusement, "Don't Dream.. Be."