Quill 3 act 1: For you Roxane…
"Eh? I have no clue." The leader of the platoon said. Cyrara, his patience growing short, asked again, "So you don't know if you have a machine to turn a keronian into a pekopon for a while?" "We have pekopon suits," the leader said as he detached B13 out of his model kit, "is that good enough?" "Those pekopon suits are so silly. Anyways, you hardly answered my question!" Cyrara got up. "Thanks for giving me an impression of what an empty head is like." He said curtly and left the leader on his own.
"It surprises me how fools can climb the ranks to be commanders." Cyrara seethed as he walked down the hallway in the house where the invaders dwelled. "Kukuku, who are you?" A voice said. Cyrara looked around. The hallway was empty. "Give me your name and I'll give you mine." Cyrara said. "kuku, Touché. I'm kururu," The voice replied, "I saw your fencing match. So, what's your name?" "Cyrara," Cyrara said still looking around, "I'm guessing that you are in this platoon?"
"Ku, you could say that I suppose."
"Your leader is incompetent."
"Kuku! At least I'm not the only one who's noticed!"
"Tch, well, it was interesting talking with you." Cyrara started to walk out the door when kururu said something that caught his attention.
"Kukuku, I know what you want and I have what you want."
"Really?" Cyrara wondered out loud.
"Ku, it might be risky just so you know. Come down." Kururu said.
The floor opened up under Cyrara and he fell down.
Cyrara slid down a chute and ended up in a dark room. He brushed himself off and looked around. It looked like the room was unoccupied but the sound of fingers hitting the keys disturbed the desolate feeling the room gave. Cyrara walked toward the sound of the keys and almost tripped over a wire. The room was covered with wires plugged and unplugged. At the far end of the room were a few computer screens and a large chair in front of them.
"Kuku! So, are you interested?" The chair turned around and a yellow keronian grinned at him. "Tch, so you're kururu." Cyrara said. "Yeah, that's me. Resident Jerk and the brains of these bunch." Kururu acknowledged. "But never mind that, you wanna play pekopon for a while huh?"
"Yes," Cyrara answered, "You said you had a machine-"
"Kuku! Yeah, I do," kururu giggled, "you can be the first to use it! kukuku"
"Wait! So I won't know if this machine works?" Cyrara demanded.
Kururu turned so his back was to Cyrara. "Ku, well if you don't wanna use it you won't know if it works or not."
Cyrara thought for a moment this guy doesn't seem trustworthy but, if it's to meet Roxane…
"No wonder you're resident jerk," Cyrara said, "but I guess I'll try it."
"Kukuku, follow me." Kururu hopped off his chair and started to walk in the direction where Cyrara fell. Cyrara followed him past a couple of sliding doors that led to a back room.
"Ku, so all you need to do is shoot yourself. Or, if you're too scared I could shoot you." Kururu said.
"Wha-?"
"No not your gun baka, this one." Kururu pulled out a gun. Cyrara had a sudden chill when he saw it. The "gun" was pink and blue with half the paneling off so wires and circuits poked out. In the middle, there was a dial and at one end a trigger. Kururu saw the look on Cyrara's face and laughed some more. "Kukuku, I didn't say it would be safe!"
"I'm not scared of any gun." Cyrara said and he took the gun from Kururu.
Kururu motioned at the dial, "switch this to pekopon and you'll turn into one. Then, you could switch it to keronian and turn back. But don't worry, if you somehow can't get to the gun, you'll turn back in a month or so."
This is for you roxane, Cyrara thought. He switched the dial so it pointed to PEKOPON and pulled the trigger.
