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| Mr. Kirzarter isn't on Mondaras anymore | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 22 2010, 07:27 AM (311 Views) | |
| Ulgania | Dec 22 2010, 07:27 AM Post #1 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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The ship materialized in an open field two hundred thousand light years from its intended destination. “Ah, home sweet home!” a jubilant man said, disembarking from the small craft, if you could call it that. He wandered around the field for a bit, looking about, staring at the grass, the sky, and everything else. He noted that there were not two moons overhead, but likened it to them just being on the other side of the planet. He did not notice the fact that a rocket was streaming by overhead, twirling around and trying to get a lock on his ship. “So, this is Mondaras, Mr. Kizarter?” a younger looking man in a suit asked as he disembarked after the man apparently named Kizarter. “Indeed it is, Stan!” he replied. “Why, just over here, I learned to ride grizzenhops bareback! And, oh, just over that ridge I… wait, no,” he said as the rocket finally came down, hitting his vessel and sending the two flying. “The nerve!” he shouted. “Mr. Kizarter, are you okay?” Stan yelled. He had indeed taken a tumble. Mr. Kizarter was a slightly older man, wearing a long overcoat of various colors and wool trousers that had seen better days – maybe better decades. “Yes, yes I’m fine Stan,” he said, taking the hand offered to him for support and brushing the dirt and missile-related debris off of his coat. “That’s it, back in the ship,” he said, motioning towards it. “Mr. Kizarter, um, how should I say this? That rocket hit the ship,” Stan said. Noting Mr. Kizarter’s puzzled look, he continued. “The ship is no more! It has ceased to be!” “Look behind you and tell me it’s not there!” Mr. Kizarter yelled. “Look behind you and tell me we’re not in trouble,” Stan yelled back, throwing his hands up in the air as about a dozen soldiers surrounded the two. “Ah, great,” Mr. Kizarter said. “Maybe you lot can tell me who fired that rocket at my ship. Awfully rude, that was, stranding me here on my own home planet. Wait, this isn’t Mondaras!” “I knew it! You don’t know where we are!” Stan yelled. “Isn’t it obvious? We’re on the Eighth Moon of Tolijop. Now tell me,” he said now to the soldiers, “where’s the nearest transmat? I need to send myself and my friend here to Mondaras.” The soldiers looked at each other. “Headquarters, we’ve spotted the crash area, and apprehended two very confused looking individuals. It is unclear if they had anything to do with the rocket going haywire, but it did crash down on their, whatever it is.” The radio cackled a bit, and the two were escorted into a nearby town. “Welcome to Earth, I guess,” one of the soldiers said. “The name is Colonel West. You’ll be placed under guard, er… for your own protection, I suppose.” “This town looks Earthly!” Mr. Kizarter said. The colonel sighed. “There’s a reason for that you know.” “Oh don’t tell me…” “Yes, I’m afraid you’re…” “At a Renaissance Faire!” Stan interjected. “Oh my it’s been so long! Can we stay, Mr. Kizarter?” “Of course!” --- Just behind the moon, a dislaxian vessel was monitoring the situation in the field. “MR. KIZARTER HAS BEEN SPOTTED. WE MUST ELIMINATE HIM!” “HE IS IRRELEVANT TO THE GREATER PLAN. HE WILL NOT HAVE A CLUE AS TO OUR PRESENCE. IF HE DOES LEARN OF OUR WHEREABOUTS HE WILL BE EXTERMINATED!” --- “Earth!?” Mr. Kizarter said in disbelief. “Wait, you really mean Earth? In the 21st century? So wait, Earth time… moving almost parallel to Mondaran time… setting aside for your strange axis and your elliptical orbit, why, I’m only two hundred thousand light years and seventeen millennia from home! Oh, wait, my ship was bombed. Pity,” he said. “Well Stan, we’re stuck. For now at least.” “Wouldn’t we be stuck here forever, since your ship is gone?” “We wouldn’t be sucked through space and time for no good reason. Or at least not for any reason. I can think of six bad reasons for it to happen.” “So there may be another time machine here?” “Hmm, yes. Point. Call is seven bad reasons.” The two carried on in that fashion for some time. The two soldiers looked at each other every so often, more confused and uneasy than they had ever been. Later, one remarked to the other, “I served in East Ziyer, I served in Morrocon, I served in Srolonka, Khorasan, and more places in Africa than some people know even exist, and I have never seen anything like this before.” “I don’t think anyone in Ulgania has seen anything like this before. Even if only one out of every ten things they’ve said is true, then it’s remarkable!” “Hang on, you don’t actually believe any of this do you?” A strange buzzing sound, followed by a large plume of smoke came from the other room. “What the hell is going on here?!” the guard shouted. “Well, I fancied leaving, and you two have guns, meaning you were much more dangerous than this wall, so I thought I would make a hole in it,” Mr. Kizarter said. “Dreadfully sorry about the wall though. Anyway, be seeing you!” he said as he and Stan clambered out. The guards rushed them, not shooting because of the sheer level of smoke. “They… I… that’s it. After this assignment, I’m retiring from the military. I’ve served Ulgania enough. I’m officially terrified.” |
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