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Wednesday, February 11, 2015

The Chronicles of Soemthign: Frying Pan

The story so far...

The thunderous crashing of fallen minidrones. Bugs gasping, dying all around. The dim light of the warehouse masking the shieldcloaked ones until they were upon his friends.

"Well, doctor?" A voice disturbed Asrayah's thought.

He would not descend into that hell again, but he saw no way around it. "Very well, I shall accompany you," he said with haughty resignation.

The bounty hunter sneered, a twinge of hayseed betraying his finery. "Accompany nothin', yer just comin' peacefully is all. There's good money on yer head and I aim to have it." He turned to the bulky android at his side. "Well Sparky, whaddaya say we get movin'."

The little maintenance bot hovering at Sparky's shoulder chirped. "Teleporting now." The tingle of a reconstituting teleportation signal engulfed them, and a moment later they were in the loading bay of a small Argolis-class cargo frigate.

Asrayah found himself confined to one of the cabins, surveyed his prospects. The dim glow of the ship's emergency lighting echoed his mood; at least he would have a couple of weeks to wrest his situation back from fate, he reflected. If he could just take control of the ship... Out in the wild, a ship was life. Without it there was no radio, no transport, no resupply, no escape from danger. He knew the hunter would risk anything to keep it, and there was his ticket to freedom. Perhaps he could short-circuit the maintbot's loyalty programming? It was rather unlike any other he'd seen, but a bot was still a bot.

A few hours had passed when a jolt broke his train of thought. He barely had time to wonder what it was before the sinking feeling of macrogravity told him; the ship must have been equipped with a golden-age near-light-speed drive. He'd underestimated this bounty hunter.

Crap.

The android entered the cabin and apologized. Before Asrayah had time to protest that there was nothing for the android to apologize for, he felt a neural override appliance clamp onto his shoulder. So that was it. He was suddenly a rat caught in a mental trap. Despite his intense desire to sit, to run, to throw something through a window and follow it to certain death, anything but follow Sparky—he followed Sparky.

After joining the hunter, the trio teleported into the hangar and made their way to the Ivory Tower of Concordance. The hunter stopped a moment to spit on the placard on the cornerstone. "Ivory Tower," he muttered under his breath. "Idiots never even knew the idea of irony." They stepped inside.

Next part...

3 comments:

  1. What!?!?!?
    No more!?!?!?!
    Oh please assure me there's more; I'm dying here...

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    1. I win haha lol.

      There's more, but this was as far as I got last night.

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    2. ��
      Fair enough, I suppose, since I've pulled cliffhangers on my own serial. But you seriously have my interest piqued so you'd better deliver, sir. ��

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