1The Odyssey of Amarao

Chapter Three: The Lostman Paradox

Someplace out in Sector 10-L of the Planet Ragol's space. Mr.Lostman and his small fleet were amassing. Standing on the bridge of the w00t Raider, a cloaked man in black robes and a small little FOnewearl.

"Is it ready?", asked the robed man. The FOnewearl nodded. "Alright then, start it up."

A familiar march started playing on the bridge as the fleet formed up.

"Master, this all seems a little too cliche.", said the FOnewearl. "Not very original. Seems you stole this whole thing from a movie.....perhaps it was..."

"Tara, if you value whatever it is you do.", sighed the robed man. "Don't finish that thought."

Tara bowed and said, "I am sorry, Master Lostman. I wont let it happen again."

"See that it doesn't.", said Lostman. "Now, send out the message to the fleet. All ships are ordered to engage and board any ships that they can. Take the caffeine and send it to me. And the gold, and money."

"As you wish, Master Lostman.", said Tara, bowing.

The recording skipped from the Imperial March to Dueling Banjos.

"Ahh how the hell am I supposed to sound serious with this in the background?", asked Lostman. "Though it does have a nice beat." Lostman then went on to dance a little jig.

-----Meanwhile, back in Sector 8-R-----

Amarao for some reason found himself walking down a wall way to the apartment of Maddy. Not remembering why he came or what she wanted to see him about, he was clueless.

Amarao rang the door bell. "Hello? Maddy?"

"Oh come in, Commander Amarao.", said Maddy from inside. "I have been waiting for you."

"Oh really?", asked Amarao, walking inside. "What is it you wanted to see me about?"

"Well you see.", replied Maddy. "Its like this..."

Later On....

"Hey Odie.", asked Carlos. "What happened last night?"

"You got piss ass drunk and put on a show trying to piss Administrator Caroline off.", replied Odie. "You really made an ass of yourself last night. But it did put us on Caroline's good side, so we got an extra days leave."

"Well thats good.", laughed Carlos. "Well I am going to just waste my last day of leave, care to join me?"

"Is there caffeine?", asked Odie.

"Yes.", replied Carlos. Odie shouted w00t and followed Carlos off to where ever it was they went.

So we skip past this day, from this point called The Lost Day Of Leave, to the minute the Endostar Runner returns to patrol to track down Lostman's fleet. The crew found themselves seated and ready for their some what unique pre launch ritual.

"Maddy, get ready for pre launch.", said Amarao. "Turn on the song and launch please."

"Aye, Commander Amarao.", replied Maddy. "Song is ready, Commander. Taking off now."

Not surprisingly, Ride On Shooting Star from The Pillows began blaring over the Endostar Runner's speakers.

"Alright everyone, lets go find Lostman.", said Amarao.

"Until next leave.", pouted Carlos. "Good bye, sweet vodka."

"Good bye, sanity.", laughed Odie. "Oh yeah, most of all good bye caffeine!"

The crew didn't have long to go before they got a lead on Lostman and the w00t Raider.

"Guys.", said Maddy. "We got a transmission that tells us that Lostman and his boys have just captured a freighter carrying food, caffeine and supplies to Sector 3-T. The ship is now in his fleet making runs for him."

"He stole the caffeine?", gasped Odie. "Those cold, heartless bastards!"

"Now Odie-wan.", said a voice over the screen. "You know I love caffeine just as much as you, old chap!"

"Mr.Lostman, I presume?", asked Amarao.

"But of course.", replied Lostman. "Now, tell me what are you guys doing out here?"

"Looking for you.", said Maddy. "Your wanted for piracy among other things."

The screen now popped up with a Plan 9 captain. "How are you gentlemen?"

"Welcome to the party line, El Carlos speaking.", said Carlos. "How can I help you?"

"Surrender every ship or we take off every zig.", replied the captain.

"And we will sick the Death Gliders on everyone if you send your Zigs out!", shouted Lostman. "The Lostman Fleet don't play that game! We keep it real!"

"Shut fool up!", shouted the captain. "Zig own Death Glider!"

"Nu-uh!", argued Lostman. "Death Gliders would kick your stupid Zigs asses!"

"Zigs whoop Gliders.", argued the captain. "Let out find!"

"God, these Plan 9 guys cant speak in any way worth shit.", laughed Carlos. "Anyone want popcorn, I wanna see this fight."

"El Carlos.", said Maddy. "I will gladly take some popcorn."

"Yeah I will take some too.", said Odie. "And bring me back a Red Bull!"

So it came down the Lostman Fleet and Plan 9 Cruiser #247 in a fight over who's fighters where better. Death Gliders, the arch shaped fighters on Lostman's side and Zigs, the standard fast, agile, two wing fighters where about to go at it.

"Alright you speech impaired, crazy ass Plan 9 pansy!", shouted Lostman over the com link. "Prepare to suffer at the hands of my almighty Death Gliders!"

"Take off every Zig!", shouted the captain. "You know what you doing! Launch Zig! For great soup!"

"What the hell?", shouted Carlos. "He said soup! It is a sign..."

So the Zigs and the Death Gliders went to fighting and it wasn't very interesting. Both fleets where at a standstill.

"Well, this sucks.", said Amarao.

Suddenly to everyone's surprise, a good half of the fighters going at it here destroyed by missiles. Electrostatic missiles from the Endostar Runner. As the crew looked around at each other with questioning eyes, they all settled on Maddy. Who simply replied. "What?"

"Impossible!", shouted Lostman, banging his hand on a console. "Tara! Go fetch me my teddy bear!"

"Master?", asked Tara, giving a questioning look.

"JUST DO IT DAMN YOU!", shouted Lostman, causing Tara to run off.