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Chapter 32: Take a Lookit This

Quickeye toyed around on the mini laptop, as he had been doing for the last hour or so, until finally, something happened.

"Gon -ksssszt- Pory pory gon!" came over the speakers.

"Porygon!" Quickeye immidiatelly closed his Solitaire window and jumped to the security connection. "Are you connected? Can I see what you're doing?"

"Gon -kshhhhht- pory!"

"What I wouldn't give for dino-kid to be here about now. . ."

"-khrrt- Gon gon." The tracker started moving by itself!

"Whatthe. . ." Quickeye stammered. A text box opened up.

i am here do you know what needs to be fixed first

"I'll be. . ." The sharpshooter typed into the box, Only a little bit. The communications satellite dish is probably the only thing we might get to work, and it's the only thing we really need to work.

where is it

Well, you can't expect me to have the ship memorized! Give me a map or something. . .

if I could find a map i would not have asked you in the first place

"Computer generated monster my butt. . . seems sentient enough to me. . ." It's supposed to be on the roof. I don't know where the hardware is for it, though.

some help you are

"Sarcasm?" Quickeye was really wondering about this. . . either the programmer was especially thorough, or something weird was going on. . .

"Need help?" Lisa had walked back into the room, and her sudden appearance made Quickeye jump.

"Porygon just got onboard. . ." Quickeye explained.

"Oh good. Did you tell it that the satellite hardware was in the breaker cabinet above the communications room?"

Quickeye just stared into space for a few seconds from this revelation. ". . . no." he said as he typed in that information in the text line.

"What's happened to the integrity of the hunters, Tony?" Not only was the question really spontaneous, Quickeye jumped at his real name, meaning that Lisa was serious. And he wasn't the least bit armed for the question.

"Erm. . ." He brushed through his flat mat-like black hair with his fingers, "I can't really say. Admiral Hagges was really the last 'Great Admiral', as they so called them, only because of his lineage. I think corruption always comes when power can be bought with money."

"Then how should you get power, if not by working?"

"Oh, maybe power should be bought with money, and money could only be worked for and not inherited. I think that should be the goal of every good natured person in life, to spend all their money before they die."

"And that would leave all the ill-willed people with collective inherited money to rule the universe."

"Not necessarily. My theory is that good will eventually triumph over evil, though others may think that they are nothing but ideas. I think they balance the universe."

"You don't say. . ."

"I ownz joo! I OWNZ JOO!" Sean yelled his battlecry to the moving targets of the shooting gallery.

"Hey hey, brotha, no reason to get excited over targets." Rock forcefully patted Sean across the shoulders.

"But I think I might get a high score if I try enough!"

"Not again. . . " Rock whispered to himself.

"Watchthis! Watchthis!" Sean dropped to a squat position and rolled along his shoulders very quickly while firing at the targets. All the shots hit the bull's-eye of every target in front.

Rock gave a low whistle. "Man, where you learn to shoot like that?"

"Shoot like what?"

"Hey Sean. . ." Danielle was at the doorway.

"Baby!" Sean almost literally jumped into her arms, then gave her a long, slow kiss. "I'm done now."

"Good. I was going to go down to the cantein for some food. You're coming, right?"

"Course." Danielle led Sean out of the room.

"I'm so aloooone. . ." Rock sang while just shooting at the targets.

"Hey!" The high-nasal voice interrupted his continuity of shooting round things with sharp sticks.

"Tad! What do you want?"

"I was just going to try some shooting. . ."

"Ha. I'd like to see you. Everyone on the space station knows you can't his the broad side of a Star Phase Union."

"I don't think I ever tried using this type of gun before. . ."

"Pick a target and shoot."

"Oh. How about that one?" Tad pointed to the very small one in the back that was moving fast.

"I'd like to see you try."

Tad lined up his shot, aimed, and fired. It hit the bull's-eye.

Rock blinked. He rubbed his eyes and looked closer. "Do that again. . ."

Tad did it again.

Rock's jaw dropped. "Lackey!" He called to the koopa controlling the targets, "Set the little one in the back to as fast as it can go." The koopa flicked a switch, and the little target sped out of control. "Now let's see you do it." Rock said to Tad.

Tad did it again.

Rock's jaw dropped and his left eye twitched. "Lackey. . . he said again, "Turn them all up to max, and set out the junior targets and at max too." The entire battlefield was abuzz with large targets, so much so that one could hardly see the back of the room. "Tad. . ."

Tad did it again.

Rock had to tell the lackey to stop and close off all the targets. The field cleared, and Rock walked up to the small target way in the back. Four bolts, all dead center. "Tad, since when have you been able to do this?"

"I don't know. I just did it right now. It's all like a simple physics problem. . ."

"You mean to tell me you actually know how to apply that stuff?"

"Well. . . yeah. I have."

"Why, pray tell, can't you do that with regular weapons."

"Too fast for the human eye. You see, the human eye's refresh rate is every thirtieth of a second. . ."

"I don't care about that!"

"But a laser rifle is almost an instant. . ."

"That's what crosshairs are for! Laser sighting!" Rock sighed. "You can only do this if there's math involved, can't you?"

"Well, yeah."

"Then start THINKING of EVERYTHING as a math problem!" Rock couldn't believe he had to think that up for him.

Tad's eyes lit up. "That's it. . . THAT'S IT! Where's my calculus book?" He rushed out the door.

"I'm so aloooone. . . " Rock sang again, as he missed the target in the back.

"Rock, is it?"

"Who?" Rock turned around, "Hey, you the small turtle dude. Ken?"

"Yeah. Aim a little to the up and left. It might look like you're overshooting, but from your stance, it'll work."

"How you know so much about archery?"

"I was the second best in my brigade before it got wiped out."

"Ah yeah. Where you off to?"

"To find Mario."

"Now?"

"I must. I decided it was a matter of honor that I must duel him."

"Funny. . . sounds almost like Phil. . ."

"Phil acts out of rage and revenge."

"So do you. You just deny that to yourself."

Ken raised his nose in the air, "That's what you think."

"Then what makes you think that Phil is doing it for a different reason?"

Ken left the room. "Can't believe everyone's what they are on the outside. He of all people. . . and in matters of honor." Rock aimed his shot and fired. The small target in the back now had five bolts in it.

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