Well, it seems that this chapter has something called 'plot' in it. Good luck!
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Chapter One:
Chapter 1:
In space, it's actually quite dark. There are several flashes of light from the stars, but these are akin to lighthouses: few and far between. Anyway, people like to get to places, and that requires travel. So you can guess what Xeeks was doing.
Xeeks was frustrated. Yet again, the customer was always right.
"No, No, NO! I don't want it that shade of pink! I want a lavenderish rose! Start over!"
"Look, lady.....I don't think we have that color!"
The lady in question leaned down to him and began yelling. Loudly.
"I. DON'T. CARE! I want my cruiser that color, and it's gonna BE that color! Do it NOW!"
"Fine, Lady." Xeeks grumbled off to do his job.
Ever since Xeeks had gotten himself exiled to Blorch, formerly home of the Slaughting Rat People, now home to the Universe's biggest Spacecraft Repair and Paint center, his life had become a living, giant rubber moose. When he was painting spacecraft, the customers ALWAYS wanted it a different color. When he was washing spacecraft, he always missed a spot...at least according to the customers. When he was off the job, he was either sleeping, or scraping up some food. He couldn't do much else, due to two reasons: (1) he didn't have many monies, and (2) he was an exile. His most constant thought, after 'I hate my job.', was 'When's Vortax and Theela getting here?'
"We are NEVER doing this again!" Vortax was frustrated. Actually, he was MORE than frustrated, but he wasn;t mad. Yet.
"Calm down! We're here!" Theela was, surprisingly, calm. "Remember, we stop by, grab Xeeks, and drive off. No fuss, no muss."
"Except for the angry patrols that will be coming after us. And then we have to deal with the Tallest! How am I supposed to calm down?!"
"We'll deal with that when we come to that. Come on, let's go."
They had arrived.
And they were ready.
(Well, Theela and Vortax were ready, but Xeeks wasn't.)