I again...apologize...so much.
Last week I was sick and felt less than able for a long while to update. I managed to update a different fanfiction, but when I tried to update this one, I totally fogged out and it was like trying to write out the Declaration of Independence upside down with a bomb strapped to my back while reciting the ABC's backwards in Gaelic.
Yeh.
Please don't keel me.
Anything not Disney is mine and that's the way it gonna be.
Oblivious to the conflict occurring, Delbert helped his mother bathe the babies before work. They fussed and splashed so much Delbert was soon soaked.
"Just like you when you were a baby." His mother commented, chuckling as she dried of Sunny, making his hair spike up..
"Mama." Delbert mumbled a bit, finally pulling out Matey, letting the other two babble and splash each other while he got her dried. When he was done he brought the other two at the same time and dried them, smiling a bit and blowing a raspberry on their bellies, making them squeal. He got diapers on the lot and then shirts and put them all on the ground.
"Alright, you're free to go."
"WEEEEE!" They then all went running off to somewhere in the gigantic mansion, yapping and meowing as they play fought. Delbert smiled softly after them and then took the tubs they'd filled to clean them out back and dumped them. He came back and his mother snatched them from him.
"I'll clean everything else darling, go get changed so you look good for work." She smiled. Delbert breathed deeply. "Thanks, Mama."
Delbert traveled up the stairs and changed into a new suit, gazing at the picture of Amelia he'd taken to keeping on his bedside table. He felt his heart ache at the smile on her face; a smile he hadn't seen in months. The children always were asking "where's mama?" and, though Delbert told them she was off being the hero mama was, he always felt as if he really didn't know. She hadn't written him in so long, he was loosing hope that she was just busy, just doing her work and getting distracted by it. He was beginning to believe the dark voice in the back of his mind, whispering that she'd never come home and that she was gone. Forever. He shook these wretched thoughts from his mind as he fixed his collar and checked himself in the mirror. He slipped on shoes and tweaked the rest of his appearance to satisfaction before going downstairs. His mother kissed his cheek and told him to beat someone up if they bothered him, to which Delbert retorted he wasn't a school child anymore and would handle it like an adult by simply shooting them. Though he said this rather jokingly, his mother just nodded and said she was glad he was going to act mature about it.
Whether or not she was joking, Delbert didn't know.
He took his carriage to work and entered his office where piles of paperwork awaited. It was mostly dealing with the military, who were requesting more well mapped out courses through the galaxies and occasionally asked him to redesign a weapon or two, which he would have never taken on if Amelia hadn't gotten him interested in such things to the point he obsessively memorized the mechanics. He sat down, putting his lunch in one of the drawers of the monstrous desk, and then began work. He made chart after chart, plotted course after course, and started redesigning weapons just when there was a knock at the door. Glancing at the clock, Delbert noted it was about lunch time now. He thought it was probably someone coming to remind him that food was a necessary element for the working mammal, and chuckled at the thought.
"Coming, coming." He cracked his knuckles and stood, grabbing his lunch bag and walking to the door. He opened it, only to be met with Kelly's sneering face. Delbert rolled his eyes.
"What do you want, Kelly?"
Kelly nonchalantly sidestepped Delbert into his office, hands behind back, silently sneering the whole time. Delbert turned around, perturbed.
"Kelly, quit this nonsense and tell me what is going on!" He found himself getting annoyed rather quickly; quicker than Delbert usually did. He quietly halfheartedly blamed Amelia.
"Oh, well, I suppose you would like to know that Procyon's have docked on Montressor's ports." Kelly said casually, leaning against Delbert's desk. Delbert dropped his lunch in alarm.
"Procs?! On Montressor's docks?!"
"Mhm." Kelly took a peculiar gun from behind his back. "So I don't have to pretend any longer."
Before Delbert could move, everything went black.
Amelia and Clement managed to weave their way out of the dungeon that was below a Procyon military base. The base itself was deserted as the sky was dark, but Laar's two moons shone down and provided them enough light to get out of the scarcely guarded base and out to the docks, where ships hovered above miles and miles of frozen water. They stole a small Procyon sloop and managed to lift off without a sound. Amelia quietly admitted that Procyon's knew how to make a good stealth ship, and wondered if they could get this one back home and study it. Possibly, but she wasn't going to delve into it. All she was thinking about was her family. She wanted to get back, immediately. They were all in danger, extreme, horrible, horrible danger. As she piloted the craft, Amelia glanced over to Clement, who looked stoically off to the side at the rapidly receding planet Laar, who gave off an aqua glow in the inky blackness of the space that surrounded it. Amelia couldn't wait to get back to the deep, elegant blue of the Terran territory.
"I have a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, Amelia." Amelia turned to Clement, who, out of character, spoke unprompted.
"What kind of bad feeling, Clement?"
Clement adjusted himself where he leaned on the railing of the upper deck. Amelia steered and then put in coordinates and set the ship on auto-pilot before turning around, leaning her back on the space next to the wheel. She pulled at her shirt, flakes of blood flying off.
"A bad feeling like were going to get screwed over very soon." Clement sighed, pulling at his own shirt, looking about ready to gag at the blood that flew off into the air. It suddenly registered in Amelia's mind just how new to all this Clement was. He'd been in the same war as she had-and probably as a draft considering his actual military service was far less than hers. Drafts saw a lot, but not nearly as much as actual officers. They didn't have to go through things like...this.
"It's...probably just nerves, Clement. There isn't anyone out here. We can just...just go home and get things settled from there." Amelia reassured. Clement continued to stare at his shirt and breathed deeply.
"R-Right...you're right..." He gave her a slight smile. Amelia smiled back and then went back to piloting the ship. They sailed through the night skies quietly. As they were passing over the planet Geron, there began to be a peculiar sound admitting from the back of the ship.
"What's that?" Clement asked, leaning over the back.
"Not good." Amelia noted, again putting it on autopilot and leaning over. In the few moments she was gone from her post, the auto-pilot malfunction. Amelia ran over to take control of the helm, but the Procyon ship that relied heavily on technology, rather than man power, was going haywire. The wheel spun like a top and sparks flew from the dashboard. The ship began spiraling down at an ungodly speed, wind rushing past her ears so fast Amelia felt them start to bleed. Clement grabbed her around the waist and dived under the overhang of a railing where supplies would usually be kept. They stayed there, huddled, until there was a thunderous crack, and then nothing.