Title:: The Four Inescapable Rules of Life
Author:: Lokaia
Summary:: See Rule 1
Rating:: See Rule 1
Disclaimer:: See Rule 1
(A/N) It was kinda funny because this morning, my teacher randomly repeated
the rules... And I know this chapter is short, but the next, and final,
chapter is also short and should be up soon.
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"COMMANDER, WATCH OUT!"
"Harlan, MOVE!"
"BOVA, ZAP IT!"
"What do you think *electricity* is going to do to a *Uranusian* animal?" I yelled back, dodging the stupid thing. Everyone thinks I'm being pessimistic when I say no one listens to me.
Well, the acid-spitting creye, now zooming around the hallways, was sort of a point for me in that.
"Bova!" Goddard yells. "How do we contain it?"
"With a lot of difficulty," I shouted back.
"*Bova*!"
I sighed, watching the creye. It's about the size of an Earther house cat, but it looks nothing like one besides that. It has a little stubby body and thick, rubbery blue skin. It has two eyes at the front of its face and one on each side. It also has a tiny little antennae in the middle of its forehead.
I freaking *hate* creyes.
One of my grade school teachers brought one into class once. No one would go near it, so she had to point out its anatomy with a pole.
"This is where its lungs are located... and here is its pancreas--"
Creyes don't like being poked in the pancreas. That was the end of our science projects.
Its the end of a lot of things when they're doused in salt-acid.
But right before that, the teacher had said something. Something about the skin and how it was used to concentrate power and how to *safely* harvest it and--
"BOVA, LOOK OUT!"
I dodged to the side as the creye rocketed past my legs straight into...
A jumptube.
Goddard voiced what we were all thinking.
"Shit."
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"So what do we do?" Harlan asked, panting. Glancing around, I realized that all of us were panting, sweating, and bruised from our little creye-encounter. Well, except Radu. He just looked a little shaken.
I realized that Harlan's question had actually been directed at me and I frowned. "What do we *do*? *Now* you're asking me? We listen to me twenty minutes ago, *that's* what we do!"
"Bova." Goddard sighed and glanced around at us. "All right, here's what we'll do. Bova, you go with Harlan, Radu come with me. We'll try to get it into one room and go from there. Okay?"
"Maybe we should get Rosie and Suzee down here too," Radu suggested. "They could be really helpful."
Goddard nodded. "Harlan, both of them are stationed in the Command Post right now. Call and ask if they'll meet us here."
Harlan nodded and pressed the intercom at the neck of his jacket. "Suzee, Rosie?"
"Oh, hi, Harlan!" Rosie perky tone only seemed to darken Bova's mood at the moment. "What's going on?"
"We have a sort of... situation right now," Harlan said carefully.
"Really? What?"
"Well... there's this *animal*..."
"Is it blue?"
Harlan started, staring at us in surprise. "Yes."
"And kind of rubbery?"
"....Yes."
"And *really* cute?"
Harlan's jaw dropped in horror. As we all raced to the jumptubes, I could hear Harlan screaming, "ROSIE, GET AWAY FROM IT NOW! SALT ACID DOES NOT A PET MAKE!"
#3 Inescapable Rule of Life:: Who said things were going to get better?
"COMMANDER, WATCH OUT!"
"Harlan, MOVE!"
"BOVA, ZAP IT!"
"What do you think *electricity* is going to do to a *Uranusian* animal?" I yelled back, dodging the stupid thing. Everyone thinks I'm being pessimistic when I say no one listens to me.
Well, the acid-spitting creye, now zooming around the hallways, was sort of a point for me in that.
"Bova!" Goddard yells. "How do we contain it?"
"With a lot of difficulty," I shouted back.
"*Bova*!"
I sighed, watching the creye. It's about the size of an Earther house cat, but it looks nothing like one besides that. It has a little stubby body and thick, rubbery blue skin. It has two eyes at the front of its face and one on each side. It also has a tiny little antennae in the middle of its forehead.
I freaking *hate* creyes.
One of my grade school teachers brought one into class once. No one would go near it, so she had to point out its anatomy with a pole.
"This is where its lungs are located... and here is its pancreas--"
Creyes don't like being poked in the pancreas. That was the end of our science projects.
Its the end of a lot of things when they're doused in salt-acid.
But right before that, the teacher had said something. Something about the skin and how it was used to concentrate power and how to *safely* harvest it and--
"BOVA, LOOK OUT!"
I dodged to the side as the creye rocketed past my legs straight into...
A jumptube.
Goddard voiced what we were all thinking.
"Shit."
---
"So what do we do?" Harlan asked, panting. Glancing around, I realized that all of us were panting, sweating, and bruised from our little creye-encounter. Well, except Radu. He just looked a little shaken.
I realized that Harlan's question had actually been directed at me and I frowned. "What do we *do*? *Now* you're asking me? We listen to me twenty minutes ago, *that's* what we do!"
"Bova." Goddard sighed and glanced around at us. "All right, here's what we'll do. Bova, you go with Harlan, Radu come with me. We'll try to get it into one room and go from there. Okay?"
"Maybe we should get Rosie and Suzee down here too," Radu suggested. "They could be really helpful."
Goddard nodded. "Harlan, both of them are stationed in the Command Post right now. Call and ask if they'll meet us here."
Harlan nodded and pressed the intercom at the neck of his jacket. "Suzee, Rosie?"
"Oh, hi, Harlan!" Rosie perky tone only seemed to darken Bova's mood at the moment. "What's going on?"
"We have a sort of... situation right now," Harlan said carefully.
"Really? What?"
"Well... there's this *animal*..."
"Is it blue?"
Harlan started, staring at us in surprise. "Yes."
"And kind of rubbery?"
"....Yes."
"And *really* cute?"
Harlan's jaw dropped in horror. As we all raced to the jumptubes, I could hear Harlan screaming, "ROSIE, GET AWAY FROM IT NOW! SALT ACID DOES NOT A PET MAKE!"
#3 Inescapable Rule of Life:: Who said things were going to get better?