Chapter 391 (2/2)
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
Yes. And we'll fight anyone claims otherwise.
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LEEBAW CONTEMPLATION POOL
OK, OK, take it easy.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
I get it. This was made right after you guys encountered the Terrans, wasn't it?
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
Yes.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
And you guys didn't really have any culture beyond ”Must Lay Eggs!” and ”Please don't eat my head!”
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PUBVIAN DOMINION
>Laughs
Yeah, that was pretty much them.
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TNVARU GRIPPING HANDS
I totally get it. Matron Sangbre and Matron Nakteti are making a movie based on when they met Daxin and how they got to Earth. This is kind of like that.
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HAKANIAN FLOOF ZONE
Woah, check it out! A hoverbike with a radio, jet boosters, max ceiling of three hundred meters and autopilot!
I totally want one!
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MANTID FREE WORLDS
They don't make them any more. Too many kids slammed into each other or sucked birds into the intakes and crashed or flew into orbit somehow.
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HAKANIAN FLOOF ZONE
Wait, those are for kids?
Who the hell gives kids something like that.
ALL>TERRANS!
ALL>laughs
MANTID FREE WORLDS
Hush, it's back on.
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WE NOW RETURN TO THE HOLIDAY SPECIAL, ALREADY IN PROGRESS
P'Thok exhaled the last of the smoke out of feet, ignoring that it made perfect smoke rings, and moved back through the cargo area. In several places large dolls of small Terrans with pointed ears watched him, their outfits brightly colored and festive looking.
When he got to the bridge he looked around. The tiny human female gave him a large mug, hot to the touch, with whipped cream on top.
”Mister P'Thok, I made you a drink, you will like it I think,” the human child said.
”Thank you, tiny human,” P'Thok said.
The controls were all lit up and one big button was flashing. P'Thok moved up and stared at it, watching it flash. Idly he took a sip of the hot drink.
It was pleasant to the taste, reminding him of a heated bowl of Choco-Marshmallow Flavor Bomb Ice Cream. He took another drink, gave the equivelant of a shrug, and pressed the big red button.
The ship flew into motion. P'Thok shot backward, the mug in his hand leaving behind a long trail of whipped cream and hot chocolate, until he hit the back wall with an ”OOF!” noise. Sparkles and small birds appeared around his head for a moment until he shook his head.
The ship picked up speed and P'Thok felt the chitin on his face began to ripple and pull backwards, deforming his head. It wasn't painful, but he could see his reflection and it looked like his mandibles were flapping.
The ship suddenly came to a stop and P'Thok flew through the bridge to slam against the viewsceen, all sprawled out, a leg or arm in every direction, still holding onto his mug of liquid choco-bomb.
He slowly slid down with a squeaking noise and landed on the floor.
The ship was making a beeping sound and P'Thok got to his feet, took another drink to calm his nerves, and looked at the panel and the viewscreen.
A large planet, all white and blue, with clouds swirling around, was getting closer.
”Oh no, Mister P'Thok, the controls have gone out,” the tiny Terran girl said. ”If I can't get home my parents will shout.”
P'Thok stared at the instruments. ”I'm not sure what to do.”
The little girl pointed a long braid of multicolored ribbon twined with shiny metallic silver threads. ”You'll have to take that, go out on the hull, lasso the cosecone, then give it a pull.”
”I'll burn up on reentry,” P'Thok said.
The little girl picked up the vanished green creature's red hat with the white fluffy border and white puffball on the tip. ”Wear the Gurnch's magical hat, it will protect you from heat and things like that!”
P'Thok sighed, moved over and picked up the hat, and swapped it out for his moomoo tender hat. It fit comfortably between his antenna sheathes on his spacesuit helmet.
”All right. We're falling fast,” P'Thok said. ”I'll go out and pull the nose up on the ship.”
”And then we'll land and be done with part of the trip,” the little human female said.
P'Thok moved back into the central traverse tube, checking the long strand of ribbon and silver metal.
He'd practiced the art of lassoing moomoos on his own world, so he let the large loop fall out of the coil of rope, moving to the airlock.
It had power, allowing him to cycle it and go outside.
The ship was heading toward the planet, falling nose first.
P'Thok clumped outside the ship, his magnetic boots making it so he had to walk slow, stiltingly. He got halfway forward and let the lasso fall.
The ship was starting to enter atmosphere, heat from reentry making the round ball at the end of the nosecone glow a bright red.
P'Thok twirled the lasso over his head and let it fly, compensating for the pull of the planet and the thin atmospheric drag. The end of the lasso widened out and dropped over the nosecone, and P'Thok pulled back, expecting nothing.
The nose slowly began to rise as the ship dropped into atmosphere, rapidly dropping. P'Thok held onto the rope, pulling tight, like he was trying to get a meanmoomoo to stop.
Fire roared around the strangely shaped ship as it dropped into atmosphere, heading for the snowy expanse of trees on the surface. The ship left behind tree shaped puffs of white smoke as it fell to the ground, surrounded by fire.
Finally the ship slammed into the snow and P'Thok was thrown from the ship, flailing through the air, giving out a strange cry of ”YA-HOO-HOO-HOOEY!” before landing in the snow and making a perfect Treana'ad shaped hole.
WILL P'THOK SURVIVE? WHAT SECRETS ARE IN THE BOXES? WILL THE TERRAN GRUB GET HOME?
YOU'LL FIND OUT, RIGHT AFTER THESE COMMERCIALS!
AKLTAK SOARING WORLDS
This is so exciting, I don't even care that there's no way a 'magic hat' would keep him from burning up on reentry.
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TREANA'AD HIVE WORLDS
I know, isn't it great?
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