Again, I say Hey Hey. This might not come as a surprise to you all, but it seems that Charmander's gender is in question. Well, she's female. I'll correct the problem when I have time. Until then, read this.
Chapter 22: Chasing to the Cut
"So that's it?" Robert asked the crew.
"Well. . ." Sean continued, "That's all the exciting bits. Except when Slippy told us he'd found some files in the database belonging to General Pepper."
"It was too exciting!" Fox snapped, "The manuscrpits were General Pepper's last will and testement. It said that in any event of his death, I would be promoted to General of the Great Fox."
"It did?" Charlie said in amazement, "But I thought that there had to be training tests, and qualification processes for that sort of thing. . ."
"I'm more than qualified." Fox came back, "Everyone knows it."
"That doesn't explain why you're here and not on the Great Fox." Robert said.
"Well. . ." Peppy answered this time, "With the new peace between the nations, we decided to go on a manned crew of the big planet, that is, this one. All was going swell until the spaceship ran right through a dark cloud of some sort. Have you seen any big, dark unnatural clouds lately?"
"No. I don't think so." Robert replied.
"Well. . ." Ken started speaking, "There were reports four days ago, when Robert first appeared in the Mushroom Kingdom, of a large, thick cloud going through Sky World. Several mysterious things happened, although the one that sticks in my mind the most is that one resident changed personalities altogether."
"Whoa!" Charlie said in surprise.
"For a cloud of mysterious properties, possibly magical, I'm surprised that that was all that happened to the poor weak-minded fellow."
"Anyway," Lisa continued the story, "All the engines immidiatelly jammed, and we crash landed. Fox was able to make radio contact back to the ship before the generators went dead. And here we are, and have been for at least three days now."
"Nice story." Robert replied, standing up and stretching, "I'd like to tell you our story, but it might be better to wait until we got back to Bowser's Keep."
"Given what's happened in the past few days, that's the least of my surprises." Sean replied.
"You sure neither of you want some laser rifles?" Rock asked Robert and Ken, while he was rummaging through the supply cabinet.
"I'm fine." Robert said.
"It seems to be a very fine way of dishonoring yourself." Ken said, leaning on his striking staff.
"It's called survival, small turtle dude." Rock closed the doors. "I would rather blast away a Metroid from five hundred feet than try it with that spear of yours."
"You're just not trained enough in the art of fighting." Ken said.
"What? You bettah take that back! I'm the top of my class, fool! I could take someone as small as you down with one hand tied behind my back!"
". . . and one pistol in your hand. Honestly, you have no sense of honor."
"You want some ah dis?"
"Guys, please." Robert said, "I don't want either of you to die right now. That comes later. Let's get moving."
"Can I have a laser rifle, Mr. Rock?" Charlie asked in a falsly-innocent tone.
"You're too young, son." Rock said, "You probably don't even know how to handle one of these things."
"But I've beated Half-life six times!"
"Rotten simulators." Rock said, groaning, "They should really put warning labels on those things."
Robert fingered the letters E, S, R, and B in the air while whistling innocently. He, Rock and Ken filed out to the waiting crew members. "Don't keep us waiting." Rock said to Charlie.
Once they were out of an earshot, Charlie tried to open the doors to the storage cabinet. Locked. "What do you think, Charmander?" Charlie said, then switched dialects, "Nido ran nido nido ran nidoran, Nido nid ran ranido." I don't suppose that if I were to steal something, they might ever notice?
"Charmander char charmander char char." Charmander replied. Well, If you use it in front of them, they might notice.
"Perhaps you're right." Charlie said. He took a lockpick from his pocket, and without too much trouble, opened the cabinet. He was about to reach for a pistol, but changed his mind and took a hand grenade instead. The instructions in it were: WARNING! Explodes on impact after toggle has been released. Stand at least one hundred yards away from target site. "Nido ran nan rido." This could be useful. Charlie closed the cabinet and replaced the lock, then followed his comrades out the door.
The group moved quickly, and battle after battle took place with the native creatures like before, and it seemed to be a little more difficult this time, but not much so that thirteen people couldn't handle it. If those monsters didn't have a death wish, Robert thought, he didn't know what a death with was.
Noon set in. The crew decided to set up camp for lunch. During that time, Charlie approached Danielle. "Ms. Danielle," He asked in the normal ten-year old fashion, while sitting down beside her, "Do you love Sean?"
"Of course I do." Danielle responded, "What makes you ask?"
"Well. . ." Charlie looked between her and Sean, who was trying to break up a fight between Quickeye and Fox over cooking methods, "You're not even his species."
"Once we were. Did you miss that part of the story?" Danielle smiled a bit.
"I might have. It was kinda boring at the beginning, until Sean got to the part about his recon misson."
"Well," Danielle messed around with one of her earrings a bit, "It doesn't matter one way or the other, in my opinion."
"Oh." Charlie looked back to Sean, who was attempting to hold back Fox's frying pan from thwapping Quickeye, all the while Tad was taking notes.
"Is something bothering you?" Danielle leaned forward to get a better look at him.
"No. Not really." Charlie lied. He had been thinking about the day that seemed so long ago when he walked in on Skye and Jenna.
"You can tell me." Danielle put a hand on Charlie's leg, "I promis I won't tell."
"Well, since you know Sean and Robert, do you know Jenna and Phil?"
"Yes, I believe I do. Jenna was Robert's brother, and Phil was her girlfriend."
"Not anymore."
"What?"
Charlie recounted the episode that took place not but yesterday. ". . . But Phil doesn't know about it yet."
Danielle just sat there. Jenna, leave Phil? Danielle had though she and Sean would break up before those two ever did, which wasn't going to happen.
"Incoming!" Rock's yell was anything but soft-spoken. He had spotted a large black cloud coming in, against the wind. The crew packed up their things and ran quicker that you could say, 'Jenna's a player.' Charlie had to hold Charmander against his sweat jacket, and Charmander clung onto it as if she would die doing anything else. "Nido ran oran ran nid. . ." Charlie almost chanted to his pokémon. It's alright, we won't die. . .
The fleeing company surpassed all other encounters with possible enemies, but it wasn't a priority, for any matter. From the east, a great wind struck up, and all the travellers were blown of their feet, Charmander still holding onto Charlie for dear life. Everyone baced themselves on anything they could hold onto, but soon a purple glow filled the area. The they weren't there.
But they were. They never went anyplace. "What. . . happened?" Tad got up, surveying the scene around.
"Well," Kenn looked into the distance, then turned around in surprised, "We'll I'll be a goomba's uncle. We're back at Bowser's Keep!"
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Was that good? Coming up next time: Skye's Dream. Night number five, Skye will dream about his past and all that other good stuff, which isn't, neccecerilly. Until then, Ciao!
Chapter 22: Chasing to the Cut
"So that's it?" Robert asked the crew.
"Well. . ." Sean continued, "That's all the exciting bits. Except when Slippy told us he'd found some files in the database belonging to General Pepper."
"It was too exciting!" Fox snapped, "The manuscrpits were General Pepper's last will and testement. It said that in any event of his death, I would be promoted to General of the Great Fox."
"It did?" Charlie said in amazement, "But I thought that there had to be training tests, and qualification processes for that sort of thing. . ."
"I'm more than qualified." Fox came back, "Everyone knows it."
"That doesn't explain why you're here and not on the Great Fox." Robert said.
"Well. . ." Peppy answered this time, "With the new peace between the nations, we decided to go on a manned crew of the big planet, that is, this one. All was going swell until the spaceship ran right through a dark cloud of some sort. Have you seen any big, dark unnatural clouds lately?"
"No. I don't think so." Robert replied.
"Well. . ." Ken started speaking, "There were reports four days ago, when Robert first appeared in the Mushroom Kingdom, of a large, thick cloud going through Sky World. Several mysterious things happened, although the one that sticks in my mind the most is that one resident changed personalities altogether."
"Whoa!" Charlie said in surprise.
"For a cloud of mysterious properties, possibly magical, I'm surprised that that was all that happened to the poor weak-minded fellow."
"Anyway," Lisa continued the story, "All the engines immidiatelly jammed, and we crash landed. Fox was able to make radio contact back to the ship before the generators went dead. And here we are, and have been for at least three days now."
"Nice story." Robert replied, standing up and stretching, "I'd like to tell you our story, but it might be better to wait until we got back to Bowser's Keep."
"Given what's happened in the past few days, that's the least of my surprises." Sean replied.
"You sure neither of you want some laser rifles?" Rock asked Robert and Ken, while he was rummaging through the supply cabinet.
"I'm fine." Robert said.
"It seems to be a very fine way of dishonoring yourself." Ken said, leaning on his striking staff.
"It's called survival, small turtle dude." Rock closed the doors. "I would rather blast away a Metroid from five hundred feet than try it with that spear of yours."
"You're just not trained enough in the art of fighting." Ken said.
"What? You bettah take that back! I'm the top of my class, fool! I could take someone as small as you down with one hand tied behind my back!"
". . . and one pistol in your hand. Honestly, you have no sense of honor."
"You want some ah dis?"
"Guys, please." Robert said, "I don't want either of you to die right now. That comes later. Let's get moving."
"Can I have a laser rifle, Mr. Rock?" Charlie asked in a falsly-innocent tone.
"You're too young, son." Rock said, "You probably don't even know how to handle one of these things."
"But I've beated Half-life six times!"
"Rotten simulators." Rock said, groaning, "They should really put warning labels on those things."
Robert fingered the letters E, S, R, and B in the air while whistling innocently. He, Rock and Ken filed out to the waiting crew members. "Don't keep us waiting." Rock said to Charlie.
Once they were out of an earshot, Charlie tried to open the doors to the storage cabinet. Locked. "What do you think, Charmander?" Charlie said, then switched dialects, "Nido ran nido nido ran nidoran, Nido nid ran ranido." I don't suppose that if I were to steal something, they might ever notice?
"Charmander char charmander char char." Charmander replied. Well, If you use it in front of them, they might notice.
"Perhaps you're right." Charlie said. He took a lockpick from his pocket, and without too much trouble, opened the cabinet. He was about to reach for a pistol, but changed his mind and took a hand grenade instead. The instructions in it were: WARNING! Explodes on impact after toggle has been released. Stand at least one hundred yards away from target site. "Nido ran nan rido." This could be useful. Charlie closed the cabinet and replaced the lock, then followed his comrades out the door.
The group moved quickly, and battle after battle took place with the native creatures like before, and it seemed to be a little more difficult this time, but not much so that thirteen people couldn't handle it. If those monsters didn't have a death wish, Robert thought, he didn't know what a death with was.
Noon set in. The crew decided to set up camp for lunch. During that time, Charlie approached Danielle. "Ms. Danielle," He asked in the normal ten-year old fashion, while sitting down beside her, "Do you love Sean?"
"Of course I do." Danielle responded, "What makes you ask?"
"Well. . ." Charlie looked between her and Sean, who was trying to break up a fight between Quickeye and Fox over cooking methods, "You're not even his species."
"Once we were. Did you miss that part of the story?" Danielle smiled a bit.
"I might have. It was kinda boring at the beginning, until Sean got to the part about his recon misson."
"Well," Danielle messed around with one of her earrings a bit, "It doesn't matter one way or the other, in my opinion."
"Oh." Charlie looked back to Sean, who was attempting to hold back Fox's frying pan from thwapping Quickeye, all the while Tad was taking notes.
"Is something bothering you?" Danielle leaned forward to get a better look at him.
"No. Not really." Charlie lied. He had been thinking about the day that seemed so long ago when he walked in on Skye and Jenna.
"You can tell me." Danielle put a hand on Charlie's leg, "I promis I won't tell."
"Well, since you know Sean and Robert, do you know Jenna and Phil?"
"Yes, I believe I do. Jenna was Robert's brother, and Phil was her girlfriend."
"Not anymore."
"What?"
Charlie recounted the episode that took place not but yesterday. ". . . But Phil doesn't know about it yet."
Danielle just sat there. Jenna, leave Phil? Danielle had though she and Sean would break up before those two ever did, which wasn't going to happen.
"Incoming!" Rock's yell was anything but soft-spoken. He had spotted a large black cloud coming in, against the wind. The crew packed up their things and ran quicker that you could say, 'Jenna's a player.' Charlie had to hold Charmander against his sweat jacket, and Charmander clung onto it as if she would die doing anything else. "Nido ran oran ran nid. . ." Charlie almost chanted to his pokémon. It's alright, we won't die. . .
The fleeing company surpassed all other encounters with possible enemies, but it wasn't a priority, for any matter. From the east, a great wind struck up, and all the travellers were blown of their feet, Charmander still holding onto Charlie for dear life. Everyone baced themselves on anything they could hold onto, but soon a purple glow filled the area. The they weren't there.
But they were. They never went anyplace. "What. . . happened?" Tad got up, surveying the scene around.
"Well," Kenn looked into the distance, then turned around in surprised, "We'll I'll be a goomba's uncle. We're back at Bowser's Keep!"
----
Was that good? Coming up next time: Skye's Dream. Night number five, Skye will dream about his past and all that other good stuff, which isn't, neccecerilly. Until then, Ciao!