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Chapter 18: Once More From The Beginning, With Feeling This Time
"Ah ha ha! This is fun!" Sean yelled, merrily blasting away with his gun-arm at the many oddly shaped things that were coming out of the forest.
"Sean! We don't have TIME for this!" Rock yelled at him.
"Man, you spoil all the fun." Sean reluctantly pulled out a canister and tossed it at the things in the woods. on impact, the canister exploded, leaving a green-tinted gas. "I was racking up points, too!"
"This isn't a game." Rock muttered, and sighed, because this had been at least the fifth time he told Sean, who apparently hadn't gotten the fact that this wasn't a simulator mission.
"It isn't? Oh, right. It isn't. Hey, lookit that!" Sean started running to another side of the field blasting away at some more furry critters.
"In one ear, out the other?" Lisa asked Rock, who by now had a permanent peeved look on his face.
"Tell me again why he's our leader."
"He did something real stupid."
"And now?"
"Doing something real stupid."
Rock sighed again.
"It could be worse." Lisa continued.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"Tad could be leading us."
Rock looked over in the direction of Tad, who was just then swatting mosquitoes that were swarming around him. "Seem to be attacted to me!" He said with a stupid grin towards Rock, and then went back to swatting.
"ANYWAY!" Rock said, quickly trying to forget the subject, "What's Quickeye been up to?"
"Why don't you ask me!?" Quickeye loudly said while in Rock's ear.
"GAAAH!" Rock yelled, "WARN ME NEXT TIME!"
"Then there'd be no fun in it."
"IS ANYONE HERE SANE?!?!"
"Rock, calm down."
"WHY SHOULD I CALM DOWN?!?!"
"I found us a town."
"WHY SHOULD THAT MAKE ME. . . what?"
"Yes! We might get information from this planet after all!"
"How can that. . . they can't. . ."
"They speak our language."
"Wow!" said Sean, joining in the conversation, "What are the odds?"
"Dosen't matter." Rock said, "Let's go."
The townspeople might speak their language, but that didn't mean they weren't strangers. The town was apparently an advanced one, as one might not find on an uncharted planet, and yet the five of them seemed strangely out of place. It might have been the spacesuits, because no one else in the town was wearing one. They hadn't discovered Early Technolian Space Suit Style yet. "Sean, we don't blend in. . ." Lisa teethed to Sean in a sing- song voice.
"I can see that. . ." Sean teethed back.
"So what do we do?"
"How should I know?"
"Look, YOU are the team captain. YOU are supposed to solve our problems. It's YOUR responsibility!"
"It's not my fault I'm the only one on this team that isn't fraid of no Metroids!"
"If I may make a suggestion?" Tad inturrupted. Everyone turned to him, including the mob of people that were following. He turned to the mob, "PEOPLE OF THIS PLANET, WE COME IN PEACE!"
There was an eerie silence, right before the entire croud erupted in unadulterated laughture. "Brilliant plan." Sean muttered. "That's just it!" Tad exclaimed, "While they're still paralyzed, we run to the nearest clothing store!"
"Brilliant!"
"I got to hand it to you, Tad." Lisa complemented, "That was a neat trick you pulled. Although I find the clothing of this planet way too restrictive."
"Maybe if you didn't try to buy the smallest size you could almost fit into." Quickeye retorted. He got slapped within .002 seconds of completing his statement, as calculated by Tad's miniturized computer.
Sean, with his purple gob of hair, was in need of dye for it, until Rock reminded him that he could always tell people that he dyed it purple if anyone asked.
"Good thing the suits are collapsable." Sean said, "Ditching them might not be the best course of action."
"What about the rifles?" Rock asked him.
"What about them? We sling them over our backs and look meancing!"
"Sean," Rock once again began as he pulled him away from the rest of the group, "This is not a video game."
"It's not? Oh, right. It's not. Hey, let's go into someone's house and take some interesting personal posessions!" And Sean skipped off, only to be clubbed by Rock's rifle 1.756 seconds later.
"Ow, my head!"
"Quiet, you fool!"
Sean woke up, this time in a cave somewhere, his space suit back on and rifle in hand. "Sean!" Rock said again, "We've been spotted by enemy starfighters."
"Enemy. . . How do you know?"
"One, they're of unknown orgin, Two, they contain an unknown intelligent species, and Three, Quickeye did something real stupid and shot at one of them."
"Where are the others?"
"Trying to get back to the ship."
"So the entire clothing sequence was unnessicary?"
"Who knows? Maybe the information and clothing gained will come up useful later in our adventure."
"Like a video game?"
"Um. . . sort of."
"Alright! Time to kill!" Sean cocked his rifle, he ran out of the cave, and started looming the skies for a star vehicle not unlike the one they arrived in. What he saw was a Starfox Arwing. "Rock," He said as his gun dropped and his shoulders slumped, "Please tell me again this isn't a video game."
"The ONE TIME your insanity would come in handy, and you REQUEST common sense!" Rock yelled, "I'll show you how it's done, you pansy!" He cocked his rifle and began blasting away at the looming starfighter overhead.
"No! Wait!" Sean yelled. Or at least tried to. He was in such a stupor over the entire thing, it came out as, "Go! Hate!", which of course, Rock took as a request to try harder. "No, you foo1!" Sean yelled, or again, tried to. It came out something like, "Go, it's cool!". By this time Sean realized that there was entirely no way to get around the fact that he couldn't communticate intelligibly to Rock without first correcting himself, which he concentrated on. All for naught, because at that moment and Arwing fired at him. "CRAP!" Was his yell, coming out as "RAT!" And he, with one hand that wasn't injured by the laser, grabbed his rifle and started firing at the Arwing that fired at him, so conviniently still a dozen or so decameters away, until he saw the person in the cockpit.
Was it her? His girlfriend? She was an anthromorphic raccoon, but still, Sean had no doubt in his mind that the person flying that thing was Danielle.
And at the same time, Danielle saw Sean.
The resulting shock was that Danielle completely forgot she was flying the thing and startd careening straight towards the ground.
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Cliffhanger! Well, I'm going to be out of town for a week, so there's zero chance for me to update beween now an the end of the week. As if I would anyway. See yas next time!
Chapter 18: Once More From The Beginning, With Feeling This Time
"Ah ha ha! This is fun!" Sean yelled, merrily blasting away with his gun-arm at the many oddly shaped things that were coming out of the forest.
"Sean! We don't have TIME for this!" Rock yelled at him.
"Man, you spoil all the fun." Sean reluctantly pulled out a canister and tossed it at the things in the woods. on impact, the canister exploded, leaving a green-tinted gas. "I was racking up points, too!"
"This isn't a game." Rock muttered, and sighed, because this had been at least the fifth time he told Sean, who apparently hadn't gotten the fact that this wasn't a simulator mission.
"It isn't? Oh, right. It isn't. Hey, lookit that!" Sean started running to another side of the field blasting away at some more furry critters.
"In one ear, out the other?" Lisa asked Rock, who by now had a permanent peeved look on his face.
"Tell me again why he's our leader."
"He did something real stupid."
"And now?"
"Doing something real stupid."
Rock sighed again.
"It could be worse." Lisa continued.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"Tad could be leading us."
Rock looked over in the direction of Tad, who was just then swatting mosquitoes that were swarming around him. "Seem to be attacted to me!" He said with a stupid grin towards Rock, and then went back to swatting.
"ANYWAY!" Rock said, quickly trying to forget the subject, "What's Quickeye been up to?"
"Why don't you ask me!?" Quickeye loudly said while in Rock's ear.
"GAAAH!" Rock yelled, "WARN ME NEXT TIME!"
"Then there'd be no fun in it."
"IS ANYONE HERE SANE?!?!"
"Rock, calm down."
"WHY SHOULD I CALM DOWN?!?!"
"I found us a town."
"WHY SHOULD THAT MAKE ME. . . what?"
"Yes! We might get information from this planet after all!"
"How can that. . . they can't. . ."
"They speak our language."
"Wow!" said Sean, joining in the conversation, "What are the odds?"
"Dosen't matter." Rock said, "Let's go."
The townspeople might speak their language, but that didn't mean they weren't strangers. The town was apparently an advanced one, as one might not find on an uncharted planet, and yet the five of them seemed strangely out of place. It might have been the spacesuits, because no one else in the town was wearing one. They hadn't discovered Early Technolian Space Suit Style yet. "Sean, we don't blend in. . ." Lisa teethed to Sean in a sing- song voice.
"I can see that. . ." Sean teethed back.
"So what do we do?"
"How should I know?"
"Look, YOU are the team captain. YOU are supposed to solve our problems. It's YOUR responsibility!"
"It's not my fault I'm the only one on this team that isn't fraid of no Metroids!"
"If I may make a suggestion?" Tad inturrupted. Everyone turned to him, including the mob of people that were following. He turned to the mob, "PEOPLE OF THIS PLANET, WE COME IN PEACE!"
There was an eerie silence, right before the entire croud erupted in unadulterated laughture. "Brilliant plan." Sean muttered. "That's just it!" Tad exclaimed, "While they're still paralyzed, we run to the nearest clothing store!"
"Brilliant!"
"I got to hand it to you, Tad." Lisa complemented, "That was a neat trick you pulled. Although I find the clothing of this planet way too restrictive."
"Maybe if you didn't try to buy the smallest size you could almost fit into." Quickeye retorted. He got slapped within .002 seconds of completing his statement, as calculated by Tad's miniturized computer.
Sean, with his purple gob of hair, was in need of dye for it, until Rock reminded him that he could always tell people that he dyed it purple if anyone asked.
"Good thing the suits are collapsable." Sean said, "Ditching them might not be the best course of action."
"What about the rifles?" Rock asked him.
"What about them? We sling them over our backs and look meancing!"
"Sean," Rock once again began as he pulled him away from the rest of the group, "This is not a video game."
"It's not? Oh, right. It's not. Hey, let's go into someone's house and take some interesting personal posessions!" And Sean skipped off, only to be clubbed by Rock's rifle 1.756 seconds later.
"Ow, my head!"
"Quiet, you fool!"
Sean woke up, this time in a cave somewhere, his space suit back on and rifle in hand. "Sean!" Rock said again, "We've been spotted by enemy starfighters."
"Enemy. . . How do you know?"
"One, they're of unknown orgin, Two, they contain an unknown intelligent species, and Three, Quickeye did something real stupid and shot at one of them."
"Where are the others?"
"Trying to get back to the ship."
"So the entire clothing sequence was unnessicary?"
"Who knows? Maybe the information and clothing gained will come up useful later in our adventure."
"Like a video game?"
"Um. . . sort of."
"Alright! Time to kill!" Sean cocked his rifle, he ran out of the cave, and started looming the skies for a star vehicle not unlike the one they arrived in. What he saw was a Starfox Arwing. "Rock," He said as his gun dropped and his shoulders slumped, "Please tell me again this isn't a video game."
"The ONE TIME your insanity would come in handy, and you REQUEST common sense!" Rock yelled, "I'll show you how it's done, you pansy!" He cocked his rifle and began blasting away at the looming starfighter overhead.
"No! Wait!" Sean yelled. Or at least tried to. He was in such a stupor over the entire thing, it came out as, "Go! Hate!", which of course, Rock took as a request to try harder. "No, you foo1!" Sean yelled, or again, tried to. It came out something like, "Go, it's cool!". By this time Sean realized that there was entirely no way to get around the fact that he couldn't communticate intelligibly to Rock without first correcting himself, which he concentrated on. All for naught, because at that moment and Arwing fired at him. "CRAP!" Was his yell, coming out as "RAT!" And he, with one hand that wasn't injured by the laser, grabbed his rifle and started firing at the Arwing that fired at him, so conviniently still a dozen or so decameters away, until he saw the person in the cockpit.
Was it her? His girlfriend? She was an anthromorphic raccoon, but still, Sean had no doubt in his mind that the person flying that thing was Danielle.
And at the same time, Danielle saw Sean.
The resulting shock was that Danielle completely forgot she was flying the thing and startd careening straight towards the ground.
---
Cliffhanger! Well, I'm going to be out of town for a week, so there's zero chance for me to update beween now an the end of the week. As if I would anyway. See yas next time!