Postby TurkishMonky » Thu Oct 06, 2005 5:35 pm
W00t! i got chapter 8 done (finally.) 1 and 1/2 chapters to go! unortunately, endings are the hardest partof a story to write, so all suggestions are appreciated! Here it is:
Chapter 8: The Disturbingly Slow Ship and Attempted Escape
The first clone to reach Microbilly never had a chance. With one swing the pike connected with the fiend, splattering through the creature and reforming on the other side. As two more came from behind, the heroic friend of Zeoks whipped out his pike and swung it to block. A thin band of particles stayed behind in the first attacker, unable to morph back in time. Again the pike exploded and reformed as it hit, splitting the other two in half.
With a greater sense of aggression, the remaining four swooped in from all different sides. However, the pike moved faster then they did. The room quickly erupted in green materia as the pike splattered through each in turn. Seeing his mission completed, Microbilly rushed over to his other half by the statue and began to mend himself with the spontaneously mutating green substance, happily whirring as he did so. Finally, satisfied with its work, the organic robot rushed to find his master.
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Joe groaned as he sat up from the hard floor. Looking around, Joe saw that he was in a tiny room, presumably with a lock on the door. His mental ability returning, Joe determined that this was one of the many closets on the PAC-74. As soon as his thought returned fully, Joe realized that he knew all the override codes for his ship. However, this led to a different dilemma: why would the Snafflys lock him in a place where he could easily escape?
The answer presented itself in the eight happily multicolored nails sticking through the door, evidence of a rather large board being kept in place on the other side. Thinking quickly, Joe scoured the small room for any item that could be useful. On the ceiling, part of a metal beam hung loosely from the wall, proof of the extensive redecoration that the Snafflys had done to the ship. Bending it back and forth, Joe broke it off at about a foot long.
Quickly, he began to whack the eight neon-colored nails out. As soon as the first nail dropped on the floor in the other side, Joe stopped to listen. Nothing. Quickly, Joe got to work on the second nail. With a resounding thud, the board on the other side fell off. Obviously the walls weren’t very good for nailing things into them.
With a stealthy kick, Joe opened the door and looked around the hallway. It was dark, but there was enough light to see where he was going. Finding his way back to the main room, Joe found it deserted, but with the Snafflys’ surveillance monitors still there. Grabbing another shake from a well-stocked shelf, Joe went to the piloting room and started up the ship.
“I’m going to find out once and for all why the Snafflys were so unkind as to lock me in a closet. PAC-74, take me to the surface.â€