The Bag On Line Adventures
Rewritten by Neth
All rights reserved by Coheed and Cambria
Chapter Seven: 33
Cambria wakes up upon a table in a small room that looks to be in a ship. Her eyes are still hazy, and she can't see very much other than blank scrambled colors. Two figures stand over her, looking at her. She rubs her eyes and the characters back away from her. After blinking a few times, her vision corrects itself and she sees one man with black hair, and a grey beret on his head. The man directly left of him has a Red soldiers suit on, from head to toe. The man with the beret leaned towards the man in the suit and began to whisper to him.
"Erickson, Donald! Saying things under your shirt in front of our guest? That doesn't seem too damned polite to me." The two men saluted "Sorry, sir! Won't happen again Patrick!" They ran off to their stations in a different part of the ship. Patrick looked down to Cambria and preceded to walk towards her. "What's your name, doll?" Cambria looked at him at him with a dazed, and confused look. "Things will make sense if you give them time. Now what about your name?"
She thought for a second, "Wednesday... My name is Wednesday." She looked him in the eyes, and he just smiled and laughed. He walked over to a table and opened the cabinet to retrieve some emergency tools. He put an IWM (Impulse Wavelength Monitor) to her wrist. In a few seconds the monitor beeped and Patrick looked down to it.
"All of your vitals are normal, looks like your a tough little cookie, eh? Well, we should get you suited up and ready to head into battle. We have a FBI starcruiser to intercept!" Patrick walked to the little closet and through a bag at her. She stood up off the table and opened the small, vacuum sealed package. It had a skin tight, anti-radiation suit in it for jumping ships. "Don't worry Wednesday, I'll leave the room first." He grinned at her and turned around to a ladder. "Right up here when your done, now. Don't be too long."
She looked around on the room and reluctantly stripped down to her under garments, and into the suit. Her clothes she placed on the table and she made her way up the ladder that Patrick had ascended. She stuck her head up into the room and saw Patrick and his men at a large table. Patrick motioned her to join them in the seat next to his at the end of the rectangle table. Cambria walked to the table, staring eyes piercing her charisma. She sat down on the chair, and Patrick stood up.
"Men! This is Wednesday, she will be joining us on our raid on the Gloria FBI starcruiser. Her small size, and agile shape will help us infiltrate their defences. Erickson, get on the stick, and get us off this planet!" The man in the beret ran into the other room and started up the ship. "Donald, set up our black out systems! Norris, you work side cannon A, Larry your on side B. Don't fail me now boys! You other three, get in the engine room, and start your shifts. Here we come Gloria!"
The ship started up with first a loud roar which soon died down to a quiet hum. Patrick sat on his big chair right behind Erickson in the cock pit. Cambria sat in a smaller chair that was able to move around. Patrick locked her chair into place next to his and looked down at her with a smile. She smiled back and looked down at the ground. The ship lifted off the ground and headed towards the skies. Her eyes were stuck on the glass of the cock pick as they exitted the atmostphere of the planet.
"Patrick, Short Flip outside the boudary lines now!" Yelled Donald, "Activating black out systems now!" He flipped a hatch over and turned the key under it. Nothing seemed to happen to the ship. "Sir, we are now fully mirroring space." Patrick nodded his head at Erickson and they changed course towards the location of the Gloria.
As the ship turned towards a small empty space near Star 3, something made a loud explosion. "What in the Hell was that!" Yelled out Patrick as he fell out of his seat. Donald turned the key several more times. Erickson turned on his beeping in-radio.
"I'm running you down Short Flip! Fjie ekm htk fkadhf wha!" Said the other ship.
"I'm unclear about the things you said! Repeat that!" Echoed Erickson. The radio turned off. "Patrick, both cannons are showing no sign of power!"
"Shit! Get Norris and Larry to the emergency hall, Donald, you get ready for operation." Erickson pulled them both down into the EH and Donald prepped them for operation. He put them on IWM's and watched their pulses.
"Sir! We have flat lines on both, executing electro maneveur!" Donald attempted to bring them back, with no reply. Cambria watched in horror, she had never seen a man die in cold blood like this before. Patrick ran back to the pilots chair. Erickson instructed him from the other room. "Sir, shift right and let it run down." He did as was told, but the controls were shot. Tears ran down from his eyes as they headed straight into the Gloria.
"Hold onto the things you favor most!" He screeched.
"Sir, you can do this, I believe in you!" Donald contributed.
"Let go of your youthful honesty Donald, damn it!" Yelled Erickson in despiration. The ship flew into the upper hull of the Gloria, and penetrated the shell of the ship. Cambria closed her eyes as all the chairs lunged forward. The engine stopped, and the sound of silence rung through her ears. No fire, no implosion. They were securely lodged into the ship. Cambria looked at Patrick, he was holding onto a picture a little blonde girl...