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Setting: The Big Bangalow
*****
[Rygel swirls a fire stick around in the air as he hovers past the
Big Bangalow Bar. Pilot is once again
working on another drink concoction as Aeryn, Crais, and John B (previously 1)
sit and watch. D’Argo, Chiana, Jool,
and John G (previously 2) are lying on the red, white, and blue speckled beach
before the big green ocean. The third
sun is glistening on the horizon line, lighting up this world with golden
orange hues. Stark is standing behind
the four, holding his arms up to the sky.
He is about to give Talyn and Moya the signal to start the Pulse Energy
Fire Show.]
Aeryn: “Another frelling
holiday John? I’m beginning to think
that you’re making these up.”
Crais: “I’m sure his home has such a custom as it seems that a human
would be quite captivated by a show of sparkling and flashing lights. Simple minds are easily entertained.” [Crais and Aeryn share a smile as John B
frowns at them.]
John B: “Hey, do you
mind? I’m waiting for the
fireworks…it’s my favorite part of the holiday.”
Pilot: [Puts down a
8-ringed coil for liquid evaporation and cocks head.] “What else do humans do on this fourth solar day of the monen?”
John B: [Spreads out
fingers and begins to count down.]
“Let’s see…we grill food and pig out with the family, we’ll take the
little ones to the parade, we’ll drive to the local fairgrounds to view the
fireworks display, and we’ll honor the fact that our country has survived
through all its trials and tribulations.”
Aeryn: [With
bewilderment.] “And you do this on the
fourth solar day of every monen?”
Crais: [Shrugs.] “Sounds a little fun, I must say.”
John B: [Shakes head and groans.] “No, no!
There are twelve months…monens in one y…cycle. This specific day was based over two hundred and twenty-five some
years earlier when a whole group of political figures gathered together and set
out the laws of our land. We’ve built
cities, fought wars, and preserved our natural surroundings from this
constitution. I’m very proud of my
country and there’s nothing you can say to take that away from me.”
Pilot: “Two hundred and twenty-five
cycles?” [Snorts.]
Aeryn: “Ah, I see.” [Laughs under breath.]
John B: “Now what?” [Throws up arms in disgust and rolls eyes.]
Crais: “A single planet of
Drannits has lasted longer than that!”
[All three laugh, leaving John B lost in the confusion of their
world. Rygel flies by once again,
giggling uncontrollably as he spells out his name in his own language with the
tracing light from the fire stick. Stark
lowers his arms finally, after an arn of holding them up and seeing the third sun
has set. He watches with the others as
Talyn and Moya fly by. Moya releases
some spare starburst exhaust and Talyn fires his Frag Canon into the exhaust. A loud explosion commences as the two ships
fly past one another, leaving a trail of PeaceKeeper shaped fire trails of red
and white. All on lookers ooh and aah.]
Chiana: [Lying her head on
D’Argo’s chest as they lay beside each other.]
“It’s actually quite beautiful.”
Jool: [Nods.] “Even though it is a waste of fuel and
energy.”
D’Argo: “Reminds me of a
song I once wrote…”
John G: “Please, big D,
don’t start. I’m enjoying my holiday
without any sarcastic remarks so far, okay?”
D’Argo: “I was simply
bringing up a memory. Besides, I like
this holiday of yours.”
Stark: [Takes a seat behind
the four lying on the beach.] “Yes,
it’s more beautiful than anything I have experienced.”
John G: [Turns and nods at
Stark briefly.] “Thanks. Yeah, I can’t wait to see what they have for
a Grand Finale. This should be
great. All we’re missing is the BBQ
chicken wings, potato salad, Root Beer, and Aunt Rue’s special Jell-O.” [Smiles and rubs hands together with
anticipation…as if he were to actually get what he wished for.]
Chiana: “Jell-O?”
Jool: “Grand Finale?”
Stark: “BBQ”
D’Argo: “Root Beer…is that
like Fellip Nectar?”
[John G sighs impatiently and commences with the others to watch
the colorful fire show in the sky above the ocean. The next blast creates a blue flash wormhole simulation that
fizzles into the black starry night. The lights reflect into the now black ocean below
beautifully. Rygel’s fire stick finally
burns out and he joins the group on the beach, just as Aeryn, Crais, and John B
come over as well. Pilot approaches
everyone with red flaming liquid in small round heat-resistant containers.]
John B: “Hey, what’s this,
Pilot?” [Takes a sip from the container
and nearly goes cross-eyed. He
instantly recovers and a large smile forms on his face. John G follows suit.]
John G: “Holy Flying
Frell! What is this stuff? Moonshine!?”
Stark: [Slightly scared
for a microt.] “Moonshine? Where?
Don’t let it get near me!”
Rygel: [Laughs.] “You frelling feck.”
Pilot: “The drink is
called Tulva Draslac Nine.”
Chiana: [Giggles as she
takes a sip.] “My favorite! I always get a good buzz. And no, D’Argo, I am not trying to hit on
you.”
D’Argo: [Looks to John
G.] “She can read my thoughts. This is weird.”
[Another blast in the sky lights up their faces, swirling down as
a orange, yellow, and red flash of spiraling lights. It is unlike anything the humans have ever experienced
before. John B begins to place his arm
around Aeryn’s shoulder when he discovers John G has already placed his own arm
around her. Aeryn looks uncomfortable
and both Johns back away slightly.
Crais smiles and leans in closer to Aeryn.]
Jool: [Tilts head.] “So if your planet celebrates this holiday
every cycle, doesn’t it get boring after awhile? I’m beginning to fall asleep already.”
John B: “Man I’m glad I’ve
been stuck on Talyn…”
John G: “You should have
seen her last weeken…she screamed so much I thought the tips of my boots were
going to curl up.”
[Both humans shared the joke with a laugh while the others simply
ignored them and watched the fire show.]
Crais: “Ouch! Pilot, you could have at least put the
flames out before serving this drink to those of us who are Sebaceans.”
Pilot: “After the humans
suggested I make a drink of red, white, or blue color, I simply concocted a
drink that used every element. That’s
why the drink started on fire. At least
it’s red.” [Shrugs.]
Rygel: “So what the
hezmana is the significance of these three colors you speak of anyway? And why are humans so obsessed with food on
these holidays? I’m beginning to love
these holidays more and more!” [Laughs
and pats stomach. He then releases a
loud burp.]
Aeryn: “What does the red
stand for?”
Crais: “Nice choice, I
might add…red is a daunting color of PeaceKeepers, mind you.”
John B: “Red is for
roses.”
John G: “Blue is for berries.”
Chiana: “What, white is
for warts? Disgusting!”
John B:
[Sarcastically.] “What the…no,
white is for you.” [Shakes head and
continues.] “We’re just frelling with
you guys. Really, we have this flag, a
piece of cloth that represents our country….”
D’Argo: “A ‘cloth’
represents your country?” [Wrinkles
brow.]
Stark: “Different paces
for different races.”
John B: “Our flag is very
symbolic, okay? Anyway, there are
thirteen red stripes against white…don’t even bother asking why cause I’m going
to tell you anyway. Each stripe
represents the thirteen colonies, or states that originally made up my
country. My people came from great
lengths to get to this new land and establish their new home without conflict
or order to rule their lives. We wanted
freedom…that’s what the holiday is really celebrating. Our freedom to do as we wish, under few
restrictions or laws, with respect for each and every human being.”
Chiana: [Leans forward
with hands propping up her head on D’Argo’s chest. D’Argo grunts but Chiana is too captivated now.] “Sounds like a krell place to me!”
John G: “The flag has a
blue square in the upper right hand corner.
The blue represents…well…it stands for…ah…John, help me out here.” [Looks to John B for answers. John B shrugs.]
John B: “Hey, I may have
made it to History 101 every day but that doesn’t mean I was listening to the
teacher.”
Rygel: [Impatiently.] “Get on with it already.”
John B: “And finally, best
of all, are the 50 white stars that decorate the blue square. Each star represents the fifty states that
now make up the United States of America.
How’s that for symbolism!?”
Crais: “You could have
simply stated that you had a decorative cloth that represents the history of
your country.” [Shakes head.]
John B: “Then there’s the
Declaration of Independence…the document that really started my country.”
Jool: [Flings some hair
out of her face in annoyance.] “Frell,
a document is nothing. Wars have been
started over documents. I don’t see how
a simple document could have sustained a country for as long as it has.”
John G: [Leans towards
John B.] “I don’t think we should tell
them about the Statue of Liberty.”
John B: “Yeah, these guys
just don’t….”
D’Argo: “Statue? Did you say statue? You know I love to carve…why didn’t you
request for me to carve something for you?”
Pilot: “Hey, here comes
the Grand Finale!”
Chiana: “I already know
what it is…”
Aeryn: “Hush!”
John B and John G: “This
is so frelling cool!” [Glance at each
other briefly in annoyance.]
[Both humans then smile after Talyn and Moya fly past one another,
once again lighting up the sky. A blue
patch of light is decorated with fifty small dots of sparkling white
stars. Alongside this fire blast is
thirteen red streaks. The rest of the
crew enjoys the Grand Finale as well and drink up their Tulva Draslac
Nines.]
*****
Happy 225th birthday USA! Have a wonderful and safe Fourth of July, U.S. Scapers! :)