Author's Note: I know that this chapter is quite small, but I promise the rest will be much longer! This is just the starter chapter after all!
Bump's are welcome, as of course idea's and suggestions.
"Zzroo, zzroo--scree-H-ppftz- Hello, this is -wee-rooo- Planet Gunsmoke's 24/7 -weee- Weather Station..." came out of the small, half-broken black and silver radio that Milly Thompson was trying to fix.
"Oh good! I think you got it working, don't touch it!" said a young woman as she rushed into the small Living Room with a cup of coffee. Her short black hair softly bounced as she sat down on the end of the couch cushion, looking down at her friend and business partner, Milly.
"Wait let me try to turn it up.."
"No, Milly!" Meryl said, gently grabbing her wrist. "Right now, we really need to know what's going on. If you touch it, it may go out!" Meryl said with a gentle, yet firm voice. Her eyes kept glancing towards the window, the two suns were covered with thick dark clouds. She was amazed. Gunsmoke is.. well, the desert. They hardly ever get rain!
"Where the hell is that broom-headed idiot! I would think he'd get his butt back here as soon as he found out a storm is coming!" Meryl ranted, cupping her coffee cup with both hands, sipping at the warm slightly bitter drink.
"Zrroo-reeee-wooo- W-We are going to be g-getting the -pppftt-zzz-weeee- biggest storm of Gunsmok--" and right then, the radio was cut off, oh but not by static... "VASH! YOU-YOU-YOU! YOU! ARGH!" Meryl yelled, throwing her hands in the air while glaring at the blushing blonde, who was spread out on the floor. His heavy black boot smashed through the radio. "I tripped!" he cried out, trying to cover his face and head so he wouldn't get beaten by the angry woman.
"PFFT!" and the power went out.. Leaving the three people in total darkness.