A/N: Greetings!
I'm back to write the fifth episode so you don't have to read the crappy one written by my assistant –
Devil's Advocate: hey!
Devil-gurl666:
Heh…heh…just joking they're pretty good actually…she's still in training so they're still nothing compared to mine!
Enjoy…
SWEET SAMPETRA: SEASON 1Episode 5: The One with Ublaz's sinister plot.
Sagitar opened her eyes and closed them almost instantly. Her eyelids were as heavy as a heap of lead and her vision was swimming in front of her. She couldn't remember anything at all. Where was she? What had happened? She was utterly confused.
She tried taking a look around again. Even though she was extremely dizzy, she could make-out the Bloodkeel's bottom deck storage room around her. At first she was still confused but then she noticed the small mountain of empty grog bottles piled in the corner of the room and last nights events came back to her painfully quick.
How could she have been so stupid? To have gotten drunk with Rasconza? Now she had an excruciatingly dreadful hangover and that skinny little po boy was lying somewhere on the storage floorboards, unconscious and totally wasted.
She had to get out of here, fast and hide the evidence. It was a good thing she'd woken up before anyone had found them.
Sliding on her infamous pink jean stilettos, she stuffed the empty alcohol bottles behind a barrel of seaweed beer and made what she hoped to be her great escape throught the door and towards the back of the ship were she could hopefully escape unnoticed. She was just about to slip out the back door and into a jolly boat when she heard a voice behind her.
" Sagitar, what are you doing on the Bloodkeel? I thought that emperor dude employed you?"
Barranca was standing not a meter away, leaning on the door frame, that stupid I-know-something-you-don't-know grin plastered on his smug features.
"I was…um…" Sagitar raked her hangover-infected brain for an excuse. "I was …delivering something…um..yeah, delivering stuff."
"What were you delivering?" Baranca questioned still grinning dumbly.
"Um…uh," Think, Sag, think! " … Pizza…I was delivering pizza for Groojaw." It was lame, but it was the best she could come up with at the moment and Barranca was so slow he'd probably actually believe her. She added: "And Ublaz doesn't exactly employ me because I don't get payed for working for him."
Baranca gave her a suspicious look, and she fervently hoped that he wouldn't ask Groojaw if she'd given him any pizza.
If she thought she'd had it bad on the Bloodkeel the chief Triden-rat had been very wrong indeed. As she paddled the jolly boat forward at a painfully slow pace with a mouldy oar, the haul shuddered and bumped, tossed about by the waves. She usually was unaffected by the sea, having sailed quite a bit, but with her senses considerably dulled by alcohol her face took on a greenish pallor and she gagged before leaning over the bow of the small boat and retching into the ocean. She instantly rejoiced when she looked up and saw the jetty not so far ahead. Though quickly she threw herself flat, accidentally rocking the boat so much she had to clutch the slippery sides. She was sober enough to remember that Lask Frildur would be prowling the dock restlessly at this time in the morning. If he caught her she'd have some serious explaining to do.
Poking her head up for about a millisecond she glimpsed the monitor General deep in conversation with a female lizard Sagitar recognised as Zurgat. Finally he's found someone other than me to drool over, she thought as she leaped out of the jolly boat and slipped soundlessly past the two of them. Dealing with the problem of the electronic black gates was the work of a moment. She scaled the twisted iron with the ease of much practise from previous ventures. It was so easy she was sure even a fool like Rasconza could've snuck his whole crew in the palace without being noticed. Not that Rasconza would do that, anyway—he was to busy getting drunk or whatever. She ignored the little voice in her head telling her that she also had gotten carelessly drunk.
Vaulting the gate, she tried a suave landing, crouched on all fours like catwoman or something, but she staggered back, almost loosing her balance. She decided to blame her favourite stilettos, and hurried across the manicured lawn, up the spiral stairs and to the fifth floor guestroom (because Groojaw had blown up her old room in the attempted "siege" of the palace not that long ago).
As she passed Ublaz's bedchamber she heard him speaking in a low confidential murmur, but his words were indistinguishable through the thick oak of the door. After a minute of desperate brain-racking for an excuse, she swung the door inwards, a little unsure if she should have gone in unannounced.
The emperor was slouched carelessly in his throne, his loafer-clad footpaws propped up on the table before him, one paw clutching his wireless phone to his ear, the other fidgeting with the collar of white polo shirt. It was obvious that he was up to something. A light was kindling in his pale hypnotic eyes and a smile kept hovering on his lips. When he saw his Chief Trident-rat he sat bolt upright, as though being discovered doing something sneaky, then quickly melted back into his usual cool-and-under-control facade, like her impromptu entrance hadn't surprised him.
"If you don't mind I'm in the middle of a very important phone call", he covered the receiver with one paw, "Can this wait?"
"Er…I guess", Sagitar mumbled.
"Good", he said with a brief nod in her direction, then returned to the apparently more important matter at hand.
She left the bedchamber, then broke into a run once she was in the corridor. Racing so fast she nearly tripped she reached to the guestroom and threw herself onto her bed, and snatched up her very own phone.
Ublaz wanted to save money, so every room in the palace had the same phone line. It wasn't so great for privacy, but awesome for eavesdropping—exactly what she had in mind. On one end she heard Ublaz's easily recognisable rich-boy drawl;
"…I can pay handsomely."
"Hmmm… alright. But I'm only doin' it for the do." It had to be Barranca. He was always quoting corny gangsta lines like that.
"So we have a deal?"
"Yup."
"Excellent," Ublaz practically purred.
She stifled a giggle. Ublaz sounded like such an evil villain—a hot one at that. She had no clue what he was planning but one thing was for sure. Something sinister was afoot, and Detective Sagitar Sawfang was on the case.
To be continued…Devil's advocate says: Episode 6 is going to be a very interested chapter, so if you want to find out just what I mean by interesting (and if you want to find out what Ublaz's sinister plot is of course), KEEP READING!