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Part XXVII: Exterior Conflict, Interior Conflict
Amanela 11th, 114 A.U.
Number 994 slowly tried to regain conscience slowly. There was a terrific pain in the back of his head, and for a bit, Number 994 couldn’t remember what had happened. And then he felt the burn down the center of his palm and remembered all—leaping after the elf in the escape pod, being shot through the arm, getting his gloves taken away, and then shoved backwards to hit his head against the floor. Must’ve knocked him out.
“ATTENTION!” a loudspeaker blared from outside. “THE ELF REBEL AND THE ORC 994 ARE COMMANDED TO CEASE AND DESIST THIS REBELLION!” What? I’m not helping the elf!
Rule 3: Never, ever give up, no matter what the odds
Quickly standing up, trying to ignore the pain in his hand, Number 994 leapt forward at the elf. So what the elf would crush him in physical combat. Maybe he could dislodge him enough so that the chasing defense force would get him. At least, Number 994 assumed they were chasing him—he couldn’t think about what else was shooting at them. Falling through the air, Number 994 grabbed the elf’s neck with both hands and squeezed.
The elf jerked back and grabbed his gun as he fell back, trying to twist around. “Get off of me, you idiot!” he yelled. Number 994 knew he couldn’t win it with the elf having the gun, so as the elf fell, he leapt forward, moving his legs apart to jump over the elf, and reached out for his gloves so that he could conduct electricity to nullify the elf. Unfortunately, the elf was too quick.
Number 994 felt the elf grab the end of the shirt and pull back. Not strong enough to resist, Number 994 halted in his motion and fell back, landing hard on top of the elf. With a quick move, the elf kicked the orc off of him, scooting back and pointing the gun at the elf, aiming at his head. And then an explosion racked the pod.
Number 994 flew against the side as the escape pod spun, while the elf’s hand snaked backwards to grab the wheel. He seemed to be trying to steer but to no avail—the shot had broken the controls. Number 994 smiled coldly as he stood up.
“THE ORC AND ELF HAVE NOT STOPPED. THEREFORE, THEIR LIVES ARE FORFEIT AS TRAITORS TO THE MOTHERESCAPE POD AND WILL BE DESTROYED!”
“I’m not a traitor!” Number 994 yelled.
“They can’t hear you,” the elf snapped, keeping a close eye on the orc while he tried to steer the vehicle away from the chasing defense force. “Dang it! The thing’s broken!”
“I can fix it,” Number 994 said. “I’ll get us away from here.” Number 994 inwardly grinned. This elf was going to die.
“Why would you suddenly help me!” the elf said, frantically spinning the wheel as it quickly descended. Another explosion was heard in the back of the escape pod.
“You heard them—they think I’m a rebel and my life is forfeit with them,” Number 994 said. “Figure might as well try to live.”
The elf gazed at him suspiciously. Number 994 moved forward. “We’re going to crashland,” he said, and grabbed his gloves. The elf didn’t resist, but merely pointed his gun at him as Number 994 placed his gloved hands on the controls. Sending electric probes through the metal, he moved his hands to create link points to the controls and sent a surge of electric current to it, instantly connecting mind and motherboard. Removing one hand, with the other he readjusted and reflowed electricity around the broken points to his hand to steer. He mentally thought and the airescape pod shifted to the right, narrowly avoiding being blown up. Number 994 was in charge of the escape pod. And then, without looking at the elf, he briefly stopped controlling the escape pod to send a thundering bolt of lightning at this rebellious elf. He missed with the bolt, but a sidecurrent of lightning still caught him.
The elf gave a cry as he was flung back against the cabin. Number 994 quickly looked back. The elf’s head was bleeding and his gun was worthless at this point. Regaining control of the escape pod, while keeping an eye on the elf, he steered more to the right and worked to avoid the gun bullets while slowly trying to mentally turn on the loudspeakers. Finally, he found their electronic point and turned them on.
“THIS IS NUMBER 994!” he cried out. A huge gust of wind suddenly hit him from behind, but Number 994 thought nothing of it. “I HAVE REGAINED CONTROL OF THE ESCAPE POD FROM THE REBEL! I AM NOT ASSISTING THE REBEL. I NOW SEEK TO RETURN THE TRAITOR TO THE MOTHERESCAPE POD!”
“I’M KIDDING!” the elf roared. Number 994 swore heavily and turned around to see the elf, having grabbed the two emergency jet packs, wearing one, and having the other in his hand. He was standing near the wide-open escape hatch, and Number 994 could see the Motherescape pod defense force pouring down upon them. Blood trickled down the elf’s head. The elf grinned and the Number 994’s heart seemed to freeze, as he realized that he should have been paying more attention to the torrent of air that had been hitting him.
“Good bye!” the elf said, and, dropping the extra jet pack, flung himself out of the back, quickly descending from sight. Too late, Number 994 saw a barrage coming toward the underside of the escape pod. With a huge explosion, Number 994 felt an elephant thunder through his mind as all of the electronics he was connected to were violently disconnected and broken. It was as if someone had ripped his mind in two.
Number 994 was flung back against the glass windshield of the escape pod as it plummeted, no longer able to be in control. Number 994 slammed back against the wall and looked up just in time to see another barrage coming toward him. And then the escape pod hit something in the front of it. The glass shattered, and Number 994 fell, seeing a tree above him and the escape pod. The escape pod exploded in a ball of fire. And then Number 994 hit the ground.
Question of the Week:What do you think about Number 994?
Part XXVII: Exterior Conflict, Interior Conflict
Amanela 11th, 114 A.U.
Number 994 slowly tried to regain conscience slowly. There was a terrific pain in the back of his head, and for a bit, Number 994 couldn’t remember what had happened. And then he felt the burn down the center of his palm and remembered all—leaping after the elf in the escape pod, being shot through the arm, getting his gloves taken away, and then shoved backwards to hit his head against the floor. Must’ve knocked him out.
“ATTENTION!” a loudspeaker blared from outside. “THE ELF REBEL AND THE ORC 994 ARE COMMANDED TO CEASE AND DESIST THIS REBELLION!” What? I’m not helping the elf!
Rule 3: Never, ever give up, no matter what the odds
Quickly standing up, trying to ignore the pain in his hand, Number 994 leapt forward at the elf. So what the elf would crush him in physical combat. Maybe he could dislodge him enough so that the chasing defense force would get him. At least, Number 994 assumed they were chasing him—he couldn’t think about what else was shooting at them. Falling through the air, Number 994 grabbed the elf’s neck with both hands and squeezed.
The elf jerked back and grabbed his gun as he fell back, trying to twist around. “Get off of me, you idiot!” he yelled. Number 994 knew he couldn’t win it with the elf having the gun, so as the elf fell, he leapt forward, moving his legs apart to jump over the elf, and reached out for his gloves so that he could conduct electricity to nullify the elf. Unfortunately, the elf was too quick.
Number 994 felt the elf grab the end of the shirt and pull back. Not strong enough to resist, Number 994 halted in his motion and fell back, landing hard on top of the elf. With a quick move, the elf kicked the orc off of him, scooting back and pointing the gun at the elf, aiming at his head. And then an explosion racked the pod.
Number 994 flew against the side as the escape pod spun, while the elf’s hand snaked backwards to grab the wheel. He seemed to be trying to steer but to no avail—the shot had broken the controls. Number 994 smiled coldly as he stood up.
“THE ORC AND ELF HAVE NOT STOPPED. THEREFORE, THEIR LIVES ARE FORFEIT AS TRAITORS TO THE MOTHERESCAPE POD AND WILL BE DESTROYED!”
“I’m not a traitor!” Number 994 yelled.
“They can’t hear you,” the elf snapped, keeping a close eye on the orc while he tried to steer the vehicle away from the chasing defense force. “Dang it! The thing’s broken!”
“I can fix it,” Number 994 said. “I’ll get us away from here.” Number 994 inwardly grinned. This elf was going to die.
“Why would you suddenly help me!” the elf said, frantically spinning the wheel as it quickly descended. Another explosion was heard in the back of the escape pod.
“You heard them—they think I’m a rebel and my life is forfeit with them,” Number 994 said. “Figure might as well try to live.”
The elf gazed at him suspiciously. Number 994 moved forward. “We’re going to crashland,” he said, and grabbed his gloves. The elf didn’t resist, but merely pointed his gun at him as Number 994 placed his gloved hands on the controls. Sending electric probes through the metal, he moved his hands to create link points to the controls and sent a surge of electric current to it, instantly connecting mind and motherboard. Removing one hand, with the other he readjusted and reflowed electricity around the broken points to his hand to steer. He mentally thought and the airescape pod shifted to the right, narrowly avoiding being blown up. Number 994 was in charge of the escape pod. And then, without looking at the elf, he briefly stopped controlling the escape pod to send a thundering bolt of lightning at this rebellious elf. He missed with the bolt, but a sidecurrent of lightning still caught him.
The elf gave a cry as he was flung back against the cabin. Number 994 quickly looked back. The elf’s head was bleeding and his gun was worthless at this point. Regaining control of the escape pod, while keeping an eye on the elf, he steered more to the right and worked to avoid the gun bullets while slowly trying to mentally turn on the loudspeakers. Finally, he found their electronic point and turned them on.
“THIS IS NUMBER 994!” he cried out. A huge gust of wind suddenly hit him from behind, but Number 994 thought nothing of it. “I HAVE REGAINED CONTROL OF THE ESCAPE POD FROM THE REBEL! I AM NOT ASSISTING THE REBEL. I NOW SEEK TO RETURN THE TRAITOR TO THE MOTHERESCAPE POD!”
“I’M KIDDING!” the elf roared. Number 994 swore heavily and turned around to see the elf, having grabbed the two emergency jet packs, wearing one, and having the other in his hand. He was standing near the wide-open escape hatch, and Number 994 could see the Motherescape pod defense force pouring down upon them. Blood trickled down the elf’s head. The elf grinned and the Number 994’s heart seemed to freeze, as he realized that he should have been paying more attention to the torrent of air that had been hitting him.
“Good bye!” the elf said, and, dropping the extra jet pack, flung himself out of the back, quickly descending from sight. Too late, Number 994 saw a barrage coming toward the underside of the escape pod. With a huge explosion, Number 994 felt an elephant thunder through his mind as all of the electronics he was connected to were violently disconnected and broken. It was as if someone had ripped his mind in two.
Number 994 was flung back against the glass windshield of the escape pod as it plummeted, no longer able to be in control. Number 994 slammed back against the wall and looked up just in time to see another barrage coming toward him. And then the escape pod hit something in the front of it. The glass shattered, and Number 994 fell, seeing a tree above him and the escape pod. The escape pod exploded in a ball of fire. And then Number 994 hit the ground.
Question of the Week:What do you think about Number 994?
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