BY SOLO
EPISODE 33
DAAS KAPITAL REVIVED
EPISODE THIRTY-THREE
Written by Solo.
Well, yep once again our heroes are close to death preparing
to meet
their doom in a horrible fireball of destruction. Ho Hum!
Well how can you really get excited over these pathetic
little
cliffhangers?
You do?
You sure?
You guys are weird!
Seriously sick!
Demented psychotic…well you get the idea!
Still interested?
Fair enough.
Back to the story then.
"THIRTY, TWENTY-NINE, TWENTY-EIGHT…."
"What do we do?"
Solo shrugged her shoulders. "I dunno… I'm not even
supposed to be
here remember? You work it out!"
"Oh yeah, fine, sure, good, leave us to come up with a
may out of
this. You'll die here with us too." Tim said.
Paul tapped Tim on the shoulder. "Well, if we're
going to die in a
horrible ball of death why shouldn't she."
"TWENTY-ONE, TWENTY, NINETEEN."
Solo glared at Paul before turning back to face Tim.
"Yeah, well
it's not my fault."
"That doesn't help." Tim whined and flopped down onto
the floor.
"Well what's this key and password the Time machine is
after then?"
Solo asked. "Because we don't have time to reconfigure the damned
port.
Paul grunted angrily but didn't comment.
Richard groaned from the floor.
The strobing light flashed in beat with Solo's heart off
Tim's red
boots, reflected off the window and into her eyes.
"Hey Tim?" She asked slowly staring at his boots.
"Where'd you get
those boots? I don't remember you wearing them earlier."
"What? We're going to die and you want fashion advice?"
"Oh funny man funny man. "Solo muttered much to
Paul's great
amusement. Solo refused to look at him and continued to stare
at Tim's
feet. "They're red!"
"Huh?" Tim asked.
Paul stared at Solo. "What's she been sniffing Tim,
your socks?"
"FOURTEEN, THIRTEEN, TWELVE…."
"They're red! Solo announced loudly.
"Who cares what colour they are? Let me guess they
clash with the
suit? The belt?"
"No, RED! Damnit, Tim that's the key!" Click
them together and wish
to go home!"
"What, that's stupid."
"Just do it!" Solo demanded.
Paul raised his head from his hands and groaned, "Ferguson,
do it."
"Oh okay!" Tim stood up, clicked his boots together
once, twice,
three times.
"EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX…."
"There's no place like home!"
"No numskull, wish for all of us to go home!" Paul
demanded.
"THREE, TWO…."
"I wish the Titanic II would get sent back to the year
2006…with all
of us inside." He quickly amended.
"No, Tim, first wish me back home before the Titanic timeshifts!!!!"
"Thankyou for reconnecting the dimensional stabilizers!
Have a nice
day!"
"Too late!" Tim grinned.
Paul began to laugh hysterically as Solo spun around to
watch in
disbelief out of the viewscreen as the jumbled colours surrounding
the
Titanic II swirled apart, creating a dimensional time tunnel.
The
Titanic II was sucked towards it.
Solo screamed in rage. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Damnit
Tim!!"
Paul continued to laugh hysterically as the titanic II
was thrown
into the future.
That's it.
Our heroes have been returned to the future.
Or is it…?
What new exciting adventure will befall our heroes next?
THE END.
DAAS KAPITAL REVIVED
- A story written by Solo
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