And here's the ending for you. I hate Garanz, they suck.
The best description of a Garanz I've ever heard is "The U.S. Army compressed into a 6 foot cube."
***
"Herb! Herb, get up!" Herb wanted to voice to go away. Her head hurt already, and someone was yelling at her. She wanted to sleep!
"If you don't get up I'll sell your Double Saber to a Level 1 HUcast." That got her attention! She sat upright in a hurry, eyes shooting open. Half a second later her head was between her legs as she retched.
"Mome, you are a total bastard," she said once the dry heaves went away. "You know I have issues with HUcasts!"
"It worked, didn't it?" he said, and his eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled. He'd pulled the helmet off, maybe so he could shout louder. Who knew? As it was, his hair didn't look half as goofy when it was plastered down. "I thought you'd died for a minute there. You killed that Garanz thing just as it shot off a huge volley of missiles, I've never seen anyone take so much punishment before!"
"Well whaddaya know?" she gasped, feeling the effect of several Garanz- missiles to the solar plexus. "Did it drop anything useful?"
"Depends. What's a Trifluid?"
"God you're an idiot sometimes. Gimmie that!"
***
"This is it," Herb said, staring at the teleport. God, it looked so innocuous! If there was any kind of cosmic justice, it would have been sealed in concrete, wrapped in barbed wire, and left in the most inaccessible place possible with a sign saying "Go the fuck away!"
Unfortunately there isn't any such thing as cosmic justice, so it just sat there looking harmless. Bastard!
"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid," Mome chanted, eyes closed. He hadn't bothered to put the helmet back on, and Herb honestly though it to be a good thing.
"It begins here," Herb said. It was what Noel Chandler had said, before going to fight her nemesis.
"Shouldn't that be it ends here?" Mome asked, not understanding.
"No."
***
A month later.
"And though, I know, the world of Real Emotion has surrounded me, I won't give in to it!" Herb sang, rummaging through her wardrobe. How was it possible to have so many variations of the HUnewearl armor but practically no casual clothes at all?
"Dammit girl, stop singing that song!" Dark growled, brushing his black hair from his eyes. "You're really starting to annoy me!"
"And?" she asked. "While we're on the subject, get out."
"What?" Dark was practically laughing. "Are you trying to dump me?"
"Yes, I believe that I am," she said, finally finding a nice black shirt and gray trousers which wouldn't look too out of place in a nice restaurant.
"Yeah right," Dark said, his eyes narrowing. "You'll be back at my door within a week, begging me to come back to you."
"No, I won't," Herb said, activating the Blade Dance she'd had hidden in the wardrobe. "And if you don't get out of here right now, I'll destroy you."
Dark choked for a few moments, than ran – wisely deciding that taking on an armed HUnewearl with a grudge was not a smart idea.
A few minutes later Mome appeared at her door. "Is everything alright?" he asked. "It's just that I saw a terrified RAmar running for his life."
Herb grinned. "Everything's bloody great!"
"You won't be able to talk like that in the restaurant, you know."
***
So what do you all think? Was it cute, was it funny? Should I just give up while I'm ahead?
I never thought I'd be writing this story.
The best description of a Garanz I've ever heard is "The U.S. Army compressed into a 6 foot cube."
***
"Herb! Herb, get up!" Herb wanted to voice to go away. Her head hurt already, and someone was yelling at her. She wanted to sleep!
"If you don't get up I'll sell your Double Saber to a Level 1 HUcast." That got her attention! She sat upright in a hurry, eyes shooting open. Half a second later her head was between her legs as she retched.
"Mome, you are a total bastard," she said once the dry heaves went away. "You know I have issues with HUcasts!"
"It worked, didn't it?" he said, and his eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled. He'd pulled the helmet off, maybe so he could shout louder. Who knew? As it was, his hair didn't look half as goofy when it was plastered down. "I thought you'd died for a minute there. You killed that Garanz thing just as it shot off a huge volley of missiles, I've never seen anyone take so much punishment before!"
"Well whaddaya know?" she gasped, feeling the effect of several Garanz- missiles to the solar plexus. "Did it drop anything useful?"
"Depends. What's a Trifluid?"
"God you're an idiot sometimes. Gimmie that!"
***
"This is it," Herb said, staring at the teleport. God, it looked so innocuous! If there was any kind of cosmic justice, it would have been sealed in concrete, wrapped in barbed wire, and left in the most inaccessible place possible with a sign saying "Go the fuck away!"
Unfortunately there isn't any such thing as cosmic justice, so it just sat there looking harmless. Bastard!
"I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid," Mome chanted, eyes closed. He hadn't bothered to put the helmet back on, and Herb honestly though it to be a good thing.
"It begins here," Herb said. It was what Noel Chandler had said, before going to fight her nemesis.
"Shouldn't that be it ends here?" Mome asked, not understanding.
"No."
***
A month later.
"And though, I know, the world of Real Emotion has surrounded me, I won't give in to it!" Herb sang, rummaging through her wardrobe. How was it possible to have so many variations of the HUnewearl armor but practically no casual clothes at all?
"Dammit girl, stop singing that song!" Dark growled, brushing his black hair from his eyes. "You're really starting to annoy me!"
"And?" she asked. "While we're on the subject, get out."
"What?" Dark was practically laughing. "Are you trying to dump me?"
"Yes, I believe that I am," she said, finally finding a nice black shirt and gray trousers which wouldn't look too out of place in a nice restaurant.
"Yeah right," Dark said, his eyes narrowing. "You'll be back at my door within a week, begging me to come back to you."
"No, I won't," Herb said, activating the Blade Dance she'd had hidden in the wardrobe. "And if you don't get out of here right now, I'll destroy you."
Dark choked for a few moments, than ran – wisely deciding that taking on an armed HUnewearl with a grudge was not a smart idea.
A few minutes later Mome appeared at her door. "Is everything alright?" he asked. "It's just that I saw a terrified RAmar running for his life."
Herb grinned. "Everything's bloody great!"
"You won't be able to talk like that in the restaurant, you know."
***
So what do you all think? Was it cute, was it funny? Should I just give up while I'm ahead?
I never thought I'd be writing this story.