The starving raven
continued to take its last, few, dying breaths: If no food arrived within a
minute it would be sure to die. But wait: What was that? The poor bird meekly
looked up and saw a worm squiggling only inches away. If only he could get up
and reach the worm: Maybe, just maybe, he could have enough nutrition to last
till he could find some more. Just inches away.... "Aaaaah!" said
the worm, as he entered the deep, dark, hungered cavern.
slowly sat back in his big custom-made command chair, and looked down at the
peaceful world of T'mir. It was that world that he had found paradise, and,
doggone it, he wish he could stay there. But all would not be lost. After he
had returned from Earth, where Dion had said she had gone, he would return and
utterly destroy Jonathon's puny fleet.
full speed ahead!" He screamed, and the process began.
**T. G. Taft**
orbit of the planets wavered a bit in honor of the galactic reverb: And after
a day or so of traveling, a report came through over the Act's
ship-to-ship communicators. It seems that the Domain fleet had happened upon a
huge Ranierian fleet while trying to reenter the Earth's orbit, and had
engaged combat, since the Ranierian fleet had refused to surrender. The
results had been disastrous: The Phoenix, Cutlass,
Corona, and Ambrosia had been destroyed before the fleet could
do so much as pull away. But, finally, luckily, they had; and the rest of the
fleet was safe: At least for the moment.
to meet with the fleet. We will have to determine some way to rid ourselves of
the blockade." Richard sighed and leaned back in his chair.
**T. G. Taft**
horizon became more and more clear as the surroundings became more and more
black. The three huge ships, and the tiny one next to it, were quite shaken
up; nevertheless they continued on their journey. The tiny ship took the lead,
followed by the others in a triangle formation. The Myxomycophyta led,
with the Lycopsida to its right and the Coniferophytae to its
left. The group slowed as it neared another ship. Enad, noticing it as a ship
which looked very much like the one his good buddy T. G. Taft owned, made
radio contact. Richard was more than happy to have three more ships on his
side, and made peace with the Pents.
group, after combining with the rest of the Domain's fleet, was briefed on the
complete hostile attitude that Ranier had against all intruders. (Whether or
not this was true is not known; however, that is what Richard's men reported
to Pent.) The new fleet approached the Ranierian fleet and began combat.
Before the Taft forces could get off a second shot, however, (the first
destroyed one-hundreth of a shield off of the Exeter) a simple laser
from the Augusta crossed the Troubador's bow and instantly
disintegrated it. The ship was so easily exploded, in fact, that the slightly
weakened laser continued on into the Lycopsida, which was directly
behind the Troubador. The Lycopsida took the blow and was
Pent, aboard the Myxomycophyta was outraged. "Prepare the zim-bam
gun!" He ordered. The bridge immediately buzzed with action.
tried to contact Pent. "The what??"
pushed a button on his console in a now-you'll-see fashion. "The zim-bam
gun. It turns every electron that it encompasses into a positive charge; thus
causing repulsion and expansion. You'll see." At that moment, a tiny
green beam zoomed out of the nose of the Myxomycophyta and hit the
Augusta's shields broadside. The shield's electons turned to protons,
and it expanded. Eventually, not being able to withstand the pressure, her
shields popped, much like a balloon. The zim-bam ray continued into the
convulsed, and grew in size. Its huge metal sides, once completely
solid-looking, became weary. The entire ship grew to twice the size of any
around it, and then it too exploded. The shower of metal was enough to make
any real person cry, especially a true-blue Ranierian.
quickly ordered his fleet to the other side of the Earth to regroup and plan
his next strategem. Meanwhile Enad led Pent and his two remaining ships inward
to the Earth, where he transported them to Furanose. "Enad will get
his," Enad thought, as he ordered Kwamkut to begin the work.
An obese raven,
pleasantly full after finding a field full of crickets, noticed a strange man
walking with his face in his hands along a sidewalk. Sticking out of the man's
back pocket was a strange piece of blue paper. The raven, very curious now,
flew down and grabbed the paper to make a nest. Little did he know that he had
just taken a set of blueprints for a new type of spaceship from none other
than Suralio Frith Iffley....
quietly reached into his pocket and took out a tiny, little black box. On it's
top edge a tiny red light was flashing vigorously. "She's near!" He
screamed, unable to keep his happiness to himself.
box was a tiny homing device that Richard had put on Dion right before she
left. He had an idea that Iffley was up to no good, and he wanted to know
exactly where Dion was in case they didn't return. "Navigator, set course
for the coordinates given here." He handed her the tiny box.
that's the moon."
moon," Richard thought to himself. "Well, so let it be."
Lunar Penal Colony was actually not as bad as Dion had imagined it. She looked
dashing in her striped space suit, breaking apart moon rocks while a guard
stood watching nearby. Yet, oh, how she wanted revenge on that pig-faced
Adena. Little did she know that soon her wish would be granted.
guard didn't know what happened to him. Just as suddenly as he had heard a
shimmering noise behind him, he had felt the thud of a rock over his temples.
Dion was overjoyed to see her T'mirian lover. She ran over to Richard and
kissed him as the group shimmered onto the Act. "Dear, I've got a
favor to ask..."
**T. G. Taft**
the Great, Sir Pent, Siress Pent, and a couple of guards shimmered onto a
barren field in the middle of Furanose. "This way," volunteered
Enad. Eve and Bryant had decided this morning to take a casual morning stroll
among a tiny farming village directly outside of Odina. It was here that the
poorer folk (if any could truly be called poor) of Furanose lived a simple,
but happy life. The two of them walked, hand in hand, admiring the many empty
fields that would be planted this summer.
began a conversation. "You know, I have often admired the simple life. It
seems that I have had so many troubles...."
because you've always lived a life on the other end of the scale. Believe me,
to the lower peons of us"--he smiledó"your life looks very
glamorous. Oh, what I'd do to be in your position."
So you could have my problems?"
But maybe, if I had only a little more, you would consider me more
stopped walking and she looked into his eyes. "More suitable? Oh, no,
Bryant... it's not that...."
brought herself closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. His arm
came reflexively across to her back.
Eve opened her eyes and was amazed as she saw Bryant growing bigger and
bigger. She quickly turned around and noticed a small green beam come from
behind a haystack. "Daddy!" She screamed, noticing a familiar figure
standing in the middle of a field. "Stop!"
it was too late. Bryant burst into infinity. "How dare you touch my
daughter." He said, standing over what was left of a popped bubble.
**T. G. Taft**
remained confused as she again turned down another hall. Good. Still no sign
of a guard. She began to wander how this place could even be called secure. On
the other hand, if no one could find there way around anyhow... and then she
saw the entrance. The entrance to Adena's private study. She entered, finding
Adena reading a book on the couch.
slightly startled, jumped up and grabbed her Amulet, which hung around her
neck. But she writhed in pain as the lacerations burned on her back: She knew
better than to move that fast. Dion had not realized that Adena would be hurt,
but immediately took advantage of the situation by running over to Adena and
making a dodge for her feet. She danced neatly around a hastily thrown laser,
and pulled at the legs of the Enchantress. Adena fell to the floor, backwards,
and landed on her bandaged back. The wounds reopened, sending Adena into
unconsiousness. Dion laughed as she took the Amulet from the neck of her
nemesis and pushed a button in her pocket. Adena still had not moved as Dion
shimmered into nothingness...
still had not figured out how he had lost the blueprints. But it was sure a
lucky thing that he had made a duplicate copy. Yeah. It seemed that Iffley had
always had some back-up plan...
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