Chapter 2-Stitch Escapes

Prison Transport Durgon

626 was taken out of his glass container and was put into a metal one, but his head was poking out. Some ghosts held him upside down and put him into a machine that would hold the container. 626 was growling and barking at them. One of the ghosts pulled out a syringe, and held it up to 626, who barked loudly at it. The ghost went around 626's mouth and plunged the needle into 626's skin on his neck. Some of his ectoplasm filled the tiny vile attached to the syringe.

The ghost put the vile into a giant, electric machine gun, which immediately turned to 626, following his every move. 626 groaned and growled.

"Uncomfortable? Oh. GOOD," Skulker said as he entered the room. "The council has banished you to exile on a desert asteroid. So relax! Enjoy the trip!" Skulker smiled, then his face grew hard again. "And don't get any ideas. These guns are locked on your genetic signature. They won't shoot anyone, but YOU," Skulker prodded 626, who in turn bit him. "Ow! Why you-" Skulker pulled out his gun and put the tip onto 626's head.

A ghost came in and cleared his throat. "May I remind the captain that he IS on duty," he said nervously, glancing at Skulker's huge feet.

Skulker glared at 626 and removed his gun. 626 stared smugly at him. "Secure the cell," Skulker called to the ghost.

There was a faint "Aye-aye," as the door closed behind Skulker and locked.

Skulker stormed into the control room of the ship they were on. An automated voice said, "Captain on deck,"

Skulker walked up behind some of the ghosts working the controls, watched them for a while, said "All ahead, full," and then sat down in his big Captain's chair. He looked at his finger where 626 had bit it. "Ugh. Does this look... infected to you?" He asked the ghosts at the controls, who glanced at his finger before turning on the rockets of the ship. They were blasted into space, leaving the big Mother Ship behind, who started its own rockets and started to follow the smaller ship. Around the Mother Ship were many smaller police ships, protecting it.

626 was getting uncomfortable and started to fidget. As he did, the guns quickly realigned themselves to constantly be pointing at him. 626 looked at them, then smiled, a cute whine escaped him. He opened his mouth and some acidic saliva dribbled down his tongue, stretching to the floor. The guns followed it. Suddenly, 626 slurped it back up, and the guns were on 626 again. He had found a game! He smiled and did this a few more times.

The ghost who was in the room with him was playing Solitare, but was distracted by the sounds of 626's happy growls and the machinery of the guns moving around. "Quiet, you!" He said, whirling around to face 626. 626 growled, then hacked up some spit, and spat it towards the ghost. The guns shot towards the spit.

"Gunfire, in the cell bay!" One of the ghosts in the control room said urgently to Skulker.

"Open the channel," Skulker said, leaning forward. He didn't expect this.

Inside the cell, 626 had just missed the ghost guard, and there was a huge hole in the ground in front of him. 626 chuckled, then hacked another loogie of spit. This time, he didn't miss; it hit the ghost guard right on his hat. Luckily, the guard moved out of the way just as his hat was cremated. Unfortunately, the gunshots went through the hat and blew open the door.

"He's loose on Deck C," one of the ghosts in the control room said.

"Red Alert! Seal off the deck!" Skulker shouted.

626, with a burst of strength, broke out of his metal confines, and ran to the open door, using pieces of metal to shield him from the blasts from the guns. He ran out of the room to see a door slowly closing. He ran up to it, and used his mighty strength to lift is and slip under.

"Security: Converge on Door 7," Skulker said into a microphone. Some ghosts went down a ladder to where Skulker said to go. "Death on course authorized. Fire on site! Repeat: fire on site!"

The ghosts who went down the ladder found themselves into the same room, with 626. "There he is!" One said, raising his gun to 626. He and some others shot, but missed 626. He dodged them and ran to a grate, pulled off the bars, and crawled in. It was too small for the other ghosts to follow. One shot in anyway, then spoke into his microphone, "Security to Bridge: He's in the ventilation system,"

Skulker and the ghosts in the control room heard a scuttling in the air vents above them. Skulker grabbed his gun and shot at the vents, but missed 626. "He's headed for the power!" He shouted before all the lights and computers went off in the room, all the power off. "Great..." Skulker moaned. There was a big jolt that almost threw Skulker off his feet. "What was that?" He asked rhetorically.

"I don't think he's on the ship anymore," one of the ghosts said.

"Confirmed," the other one said, "he's taken a police cruiser," Just then, heard an alarm and looked out the ship's window. Sure enough, they saw a red police car fly by next to them. It was close enough to see who was driving it: 626.

"Yeah, he took the red one," the first ghost said.

626 honked the horn on the police ship twice, the alarm still going, and cheered in happiness. "Woo haa!" Then some green plasma blasts shot by the ship, too close for 626's comfort, and he turned around and growled at the other police ships around him.

626 pushed the stick shift into full gear, and turned his ship around, to face the onslaught of the police. He made the cannons on his ship appear and start shooting, while 626 himself was dodging the other police and their blasts.

He was doing pretty good, then one accidentally crashed into his cannons, knocking them off and making 626's ship slow down.

"That's it, we got him! We got him!" One of the police shouted triumphantly.

626 started to panic, and smashed the glass over the hyper-drive lever. "Hahaha! Muke-bei," 626 called out happily. He then pulled the lever all the way out, and an automated voice said,

"Hyper-drive activated. System charging,"

Meanwhile, back in the control room, the ghosts and Skulker were keeping track of what 626 was doing. "He's engaged his H-drive!" The second ghost said nervously.

626 twisted his lever, just as the auto voice said, "Warning: Guidance is not functioning,"

Skulker called to the police via a microphone, "Pursuit Commander, that crazy trog is about to make a jump!"

The Pursuit Commander of the police called to his men, "Break formation! Get clear of that ship," and the ships did so without further persuasion. Ships scattered everywhere, trying to get as far away from 626's ship as they could.

"Navigation failing. Do. Not. Engage. Hyper-" the auto voice was cut short when 626 plunged the hyper-drive lever back in. His ship shot into the distance with an explosion and a flash of light. Some of the explosion hit the Mother Ship, causing it to spark with electricity.

Skulker sank low into his chair, throwing his head back. He lightly pounded the arm of his chair with his fist. "Get me Galactic Control," he said, exasperated, rubbing his forehead.