General Meech, Officer Sklubb, and Deputy Gloosh nursed their bruises and sore limbs in the Lower Deck Lounge, as an Irken Repair Ship polished the outside of the Space Station's new window in the Main Hall.
"What are we going to do? It seems he's disabled the tracking module on the stolen Voot Cruiser. We have no idea where he is; he could be lightyears away by now," said Deputy Gloosh.
"I don't know… I don't know," muttered General Meech. "I don't know what there is for us to do. The Controls Brains, the Almighty Tallest… They ordered us to be rid of the Stranger. Even if execution was to be delayed, we were at least to keep him under constant supervision to make certain that his great height remains unknown to the Irken Populace…If they find out that he escaped, we're no better off then that rotten little Medical Drone."
"What about the Truth Data Retrieval Probe? Maybe we can use the data in the probe to locate the coordinates of the planet called Earth. Most likely that's where he'll retreat to," offered Deputy Gloosh.
"And what will we tell the Tallest when they ask why we're utilizing extreme classified resources to journey to a planet they have thusfar found no use for? We can't let them know he's escaped. It'll be our necks on the line," glowered General Meech, and Deputy Gloosh held his peace. He was already in enough trouble what with allowing the Medical Drone to give the Stranger a PAK.
"We'll have to find him on our own…Somehow…" said Officer Sklubb. "Or at least find some sort of vise to keep him under control…"
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