At this point my chances of ever finding my chapter guide again are pretty much zero, so I'll be finishing this trilogy completely without any idea of the plot. Just to make things more confusing, I'm not going to reread anything I've already written. Hopefully, the rest of this story will be far better than anything that's come before. Now, if I recall correctly...
Aliens Want Our Help! (Chapter 4)
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It was two hours later (an hour for every month since I last updated). The aliens had been led to a conference room, where they had spent much of that time talking to various military, then political, leaders. Finally, General Hawk, who had flown in for the meeting, came out of the conference room and walked over to where the Misfits were eagerly waiting.
"Looks like we've got a new mission for you kids," he told them with a barely visible grimace. "Turns out that these guys, who call themselves Yardans, are at war with an oppressive over-race called the Morons DON'T SNICKER THAT GOES FOR YOU TOO SHIPWRECK! Apparently, the Morons are amazingly advanced technologically, with interstellar capabilities and weapons that could destroy entire planets. Fortunately for the Yardans, they're not very good at small stuff yet, so there's still a chance of winning."
"So where do we come in?" asked Roadblock. "Are we supposed to help them win?"
"That's pretty much the idea," replied Hawk. "They managed to steal a Moronan ship, and located us using mutant energy signatures. They think that mutants will help them defeat the Morons, and bring peace back to their part of the galaxy."
"How do we know they're telling us the truth about all this?" asked Cover Girl with a raised eyebrow."
"According to our experts, they're being completely truthful about everything," Hawk told her. "Now, I won't force you to go if you don't want to. It's up to you."
"Are you kidding!" exclaimed Todd. This is gonna be awesome, yo!"
"Yeah," agreed Pietro. Now I can spread the glory of wonderful me across the stars."
"That's just what we need for interstellar relations," groaned Low Light.
"All right, hand vote," Roadblock told the group. "Who wants to go?"
Every hand shot up. Hawk sighed. "All right," he said. "I'll let them know."
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"We thank you for your assistance," said one of the Yardans. "You have know idea what this means to us."
"Aw, no prob, yo!" Todd waved.
"Glad to do it," agreed Althea.
"It should be interesting," contributed Xi.
"Do you have any food?" asked Fred.
"Trust Blob to think of food," groaned Lance.
"Do you condition?" asked Pietro.
"Shut up, dear brother," Wanda said sweetly, before grabbing Pietro's arm and twisting it around behind his back.
"Owowowowowow!"
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Roadblock asked the Yardan.
"It is eminently necessary," replied the small alien.
"Let's go," said the other Yardan, coming out of the conference room with Hawk and several others. "We need to get back before it's too late."
"Don't let us detain you," Hawk told it.
"We thank you for your gracious kindness," the senior Yardan said, bowing.
The group trooped out to the waiting ship, and the aliens and Misfits boarded.
"Well, we're off," said Shipwreck cheerily. "'Way anchor! Hoist the mains'l! Away we go!"
"Somebody shut him up," snapped Low Light.
"A pleasure," Cover Girl told him, and hit Shipwreck over the head with a rubber mallet.
"I can see stars already," exclaimed Shipwreck, collapsing.
"I hate flying," groaned Lance.
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Next: They're off! Lance makes a friend, Pietro makes an enemy, and Fred makes a sandwich! Plus, Todd flies the ship! Tune in next time, for more... Misfits In Space!