Disclaimers:
Duck Dodgers, Space Cadet, Marvin the Martian, and all other related items/characters © Warner Brothers
The characters of John Dallas Whiskey and Michael Good © me: T.C.
Lightsabers (can he copyright a weapon? Better safe than sorry) & the prospect of Jedis © George Lucas
Duck Dodgers's Saga
By Timon Constantine
Episode 3: The Martian Invasion, Part 2
Duck Dodgers flew in with a small attack ship of the Martians, flying around, not firing a shot. He was saving up for the ultimate bad guy at the end, whom Dodgers suspected to be Michael Good. Dodgers busted through the door of the big boss and exited the ship to aim his laser pistol at the figure at the far end of the room.
As the figure turned to face Dodgers, Dodgers was stunned and lowered his pistol. Out of all the people Dodgers suspected to find right now, his old friend, Bugs Bunny, was not one of them. But there in front of Dodgers was Bugs himself with a black cape flowing about him.
Dodgers stared at Bugs, his gun slowly lowering as Dodgers could not believe his eyes. Bugs was smiling, starring back at Dodgers.
"Nice of you to join me, Dodgers," Bugs said, "From your expression, I take it you are confused as to what I am doing here."
"The thought crossed my mind." Dodgers said after he got his bearings. Bugs chuckled to himself, moving towards Dodgers.
"Isn't it obvious, Duck?" Bugs said, "I did it for power!"
"But why?" Dodgers pressed, more to buy time than anything else.
"Simple," Bugs started, "Michael Good, leader of New World, offered me the place of his right-hand man. I would get most of the power, like a vice president, if you will. All I have to do is stop the opposition. And sadly, you are part of this opposition. Since you are a friend of mine, I'll give you a choice. Either join us or turn away."
"And if I stay to fight back?"
"Then doubtless one of us will be a bleeding pulp near to death." Bugs stated. Dodgers didn't like the sound of that at all.
"Those are all my choices then, are they?" Dodgers said, lolling it around in his head for a long minute, "Well, tell you what. Why don't I stop Michael Good and his plans without facing you with the very possible chance of me being left near to death as a bleeding pulp?"
"I'm afraid that that is not an option." Bugs said, reaching into his cloak to draw out a lightsaber with a black beam. Daffy raised his pistol, but knew that it was practically useless against a lightsaber. Bugs started to slowly approach Dodgers and Dodgers slowly backed away. His back hit the wall and Dodgers fired a shot more from rising panic than to actually hit Bugs.
Bugs easily deflected it away as he smiled evilly. Dodgers looked to his left and right, shooting wildly in the general direction of Bugs. Bugs easily deflected the shots and raised his lightsaber to strike Dodgers dead. Dodgers had a sudden release of adrenaline that propelled him out of the way and able to side kick Bugs in his guts, sending Bugs rolling. Dodgers aimed the pistol to Bugs head.
"Alright, what's really going on here?" Dodgers demanded. Bugs got up and slashed the lightsaber to slice Dodgers's pistol in half. Dodgers gulped, tossed the other half, and did what he does best: run the hell away. Dodgers screeched to a halt at the closed and locked door. He turned back to Bugs in time to catch a lightsaber Bugs tossed at him.
"I like a relatively fair fight." Bugs said, waiting patiently. Dodgers turned it on, and with no experience with it, stood where he was. Bugs charged at him and Dodgers had to rely on his survival instinct. He successfully parried the first blow and rolled off to his left. Bugs was close behind, landed expert blows, but all being blocked by Dodgers' instinct. Bugs lifted his palm and sent Dodgers flying into the wall, practically on him to finish him off with the death blow.
Dodgers, though, proved to be faster, and slashed at Bugs back. It hit, but the cloak seemed to deflect the lightsaber's blow. Bugs twirled, swirling his lightsaber at Dodgers. Dodgers jumped back and assumed a defensive posture. Bugs growled, not believing this bloody amateur was besting him. With a snarl, he attacked furiously.
Dodgers did his best blocking, slowly being pushed back. Dodgers sensed the wall coming closer and closer, and soon he would be in quite the fix. So Dodgers ducked and tripped Bugs. Bugs hit the floor and rolled over backwards to get back to his feet.
Dodgers was running for the door, getting his lightsaber ready to cut through. About halfway, he was thrown to the ground as the door was blasted open from the other side. Bugs took this opportunity to get away. He would fight Dodgers at a later date.
Dodgers got up and was swarmed by fellow Martian soldiers, arms at the ready. Dodgers had them think that all was fixed and they shouldn't worry anymore of Michael Good or New World on Mars. With a cheer, they carried Dodgers out. Dodgers took one more look back before the doors closed.
Dodgers stood in the midst of the celebration, the queen standing beside him. Dodgers was sure that this was all preplanned, but that was at the back of his mind. In the front of his mind was the queen and what they were going to do that night. The queen stood up to make a speech.
"My fellow Martians," she started, "We are gathered today to thank our savior from the diabolical government known as New World: Duck Dodgers." Dodgers could see Marvin sitting on the other side of the queen, arms folded around his chest and slightly angry, "We ask for him to know make a speech." Just as Dodgers got up, a laser blast shot through the queen's gut. A troupe of Martians ran towards where the laser blast was suspected to have been shot from as Dodgers caught the falling queen. The queen grasped her wound as she looked up into Dodgers' eyes.
"So, Dodgers, I see you have not really gotten rid of the enemy." the queen said. Dodgers smiled weakly.
"Not entirely, no..." Dodgers said, rubbing the back of his head.
"I am sure you won't screw up again." The queen said before her last breath escaped her. Dodgers laid her down and let the medics get to her. He grabbed a nearby pistol from a Martian and jogged off to his ship, the Space Cadet starting up the engines. Marvin had things slightly under control, but Dodgers had a sense that the culprit was about to escape via spaceship amidst the chaos on ground. The Space Cadet was able to spot a lone, unidentified ship leaving Mars' atmosphere. Dodgers smiled to himself, sat in his chair and ordered the Space Cadet to follow at a nondescript distance.
Bugs paced on his own ship, the one Dodgers was following. The aliens had already spotted Dodgers's ship, but Bugs ordered them to act normally and make the ship seem like its sensors didn't pick them up yet. Bugs was waiting for his master, Michael Good, to come up on the view screen so he could report. When Good finally came on, he looked angry. Well, more so than usual.
"Where the hell is Dodgers!" he shouted. Bugs saluted swiftly.
"I have fought him in battle as you requested, and can say that plans have gone successfully." Bugs informed.
"Is Dodgers following you?"
"As we speak, my Lord. The plan as just entered Phase Two."
"Perfect. Just make sure Dodgers follows you." With that, the screen went blank.