

"Christine honey." I began explaining. "The cosmic maelstrom is screwing with the everything but life support and propulsion. Just be thankful that you can breathe and that we're getting out of this." But as usual when you try to use logic to diffuse an angry woman it just backfires.
"Well honey you'd better be thankful I can't control where I'm going. Cause I'd be screwing with your face." snapped back my petulant platinum paramoor. She floated angrily out of the control room.
In floated Ayris who began taunting me.

"I'm glad your enjoying this little trip Ayris." I reply sarcasticly. "Are you going to help or are you just going to wait till I threaten to blow your head off for the thirteenth time."
Ayris was going to give his "Koma you don't have the balls to set off the charge that you put in my head..." reply when suddenly the artifical gravity was returned. Ayris hit the floor with a "WHOMP!". Then Tran ran in.
"Artifical gravity's back on and sensors have detected the edge of the maelstrom. We're getting out of here!" he screamed.
So within 2 hours everyone is quite happy and we are approaching a small 4 planet star system. The trail that the intruder left is so still amazingly strong. Sensors analyse the four planets as we get there and its the fourth planet from the sun that's drenched in the intruders energy signature. Tran goes to sleep, so does Christine. Ayris dissapears back to his room and I'm left alone in the control room alone.

I wake up on the floor and everyone is above me looking down on me.
"Whats happened?" I ask.
"Ummm how do I tell you this..." begins Christine.
"Your legless Koma." says Ayris bluntly.
8 comments:
can we call you Koma the Cobra now?
Guess what the next post is my 100th post so I have invited everyone to comment and ask a question or fill in the thing (I stole from Fluke)
Woah, you're prolly gonna be popular with the ladies of planet Hugemongous.
Thanks for the advice future vice president. You've got my vote.
Even though technically I can't vote cause I'm an Australian.
Don't let technicalities stop you. They've never stopped a US Presidential election from taking dubious votes before.
We cater to your people, as well as your dingos, wallabys, and kookaburras, which sit laughingly in your gumdrop trees.
HAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! (Gasp) HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Good look fer ya Koma.
Whoa! I had some purple tail once. pissed fire for a week after until I saw the doctor.
It got better.
How much more evil could Koma be? None. None more evil.
You're looking might fine there Koma, migh-tee f-ine.
Okay, enough with the sucking up.
Since you rejected the Rose McGowan synth, how about a Rihanna Synth. She's in my age range (she's a teenager). So what do you say?
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