[Spaceship Zero] Q-Ship (actually updated 19 May 2007)

[Capellan]

"Space Tomb" - Part 11

Fury races along the corridor.

Bursting out into the cavern which houses Xinthon's spaceship, he dashes across the stone floor, atomic pistol clutched in hand. Behind him, a builder-bot still clinging to his shoulder, comes Archie.

Reaching the base of the ship's ramp, Fursy skids to a halt. We see his eyes widen in shock, and then the camera turns, focussing on a pair of elegant black boots. The camera pans up, over long, perfect legs. Then it pulls back, bringing S'Ondra fully into view.

The beautiful Venusian lounges casually against the airlock door, her feather-like black hair cascading over her shoulders, Her eyes smoulder as she stares at Fury. Her usual silver outfit is gone, replaced with an even more dramatic black ensemble: little more than a bikini, it only barely maintains her decency.

"Hello, Captain." She purrs.


* * * FLASHBACK * * *


S'Ondra stands in a room filled with scientific equipment, watching as Xinthon places a slide under a microscope.

"So, how many crew did you say the ship had?" she asks.

"Three." The D'Bari replies, adjusting the microscope. "Myself, the Pilot, and the Technical Officer. I must say that I envy your Captain - neither of my crewmates were anywhere near as beautiful as his."

S'Ondra blushes prettily as Xinthon straightens and rubs the small of his back. He drops his hand onto the desk.

"Do you think the government of Earth will agree to send representatives with me to meet with the D'Bari government?" he asks.

"I'm not sure -" S'Ondra hedges, looking a little uncomfortable.

"If they do, would you willing to come as well?"

S'Ondra colours further, then tentatively shakes her head,

"I can't. Not now."

Xinthon nods his acceptance of her response, then sweeps his free hand toward the microscope.

"I have examined your hair with my instruments, Your cellular structure is astonishing. Would you care to take a look?"

S'Ondra nods and steps toward the microscope. As she passes Xinthon, the D'Bari sweeps his hand up from the desk, jamming a syringe into her back. S'Ondra gasps, staggers, and falls to the floor.

Xinthon stoops and effortlessly lifts the young woman's body onto a nearby medical bed. Strapping her down quickly, he attaches a drip to her arm, and watches in satisfaction as a green, viscous liquid begins to flow through the tube and into S'Ondra's body. Then, with a curt nod of his head, he turns and strides out of the room.

We cut to Doctor Gustav, who is furiously scribbling into a notebook with a tiny stub of pencil. Abruptly, the nib of the pencil comes to a halt and the Doctor looks up, blinking owlishly. Thrusting the pen into the corner of his mouth, he turns to the screen, ready to type in a new command, and then pauses as he notices the blinking "-- MORE --" cursor in one corner.

"Vot is this?"

Gustav thumbs the spacebar, and information begins to scroll up the screen. Gistav reads, and the pencil falls, forgotten out of his mouth.

"Shields nominal until ze explosion here -" he mutters, his eyes darting back and forth, "- fluid spill in ze bridge, zen here." He taps a few keys:

ANALYSE FLUID SPILL

The computer beeps:

ANALYSIS COMPLETE: D'BARI BLOOD

"Mein Gott."

"Oh dear." Xinthon's cultured tones break into the scene. Gustav whirls in his chair, to find the D'Bari looming over him, "I see you've found out." He swings his arm, and the Doctor's world goes black.

Light creeps into the shot again, and we are looking upward, into Xinthon's face. The D'Bari smiles, satisfaction clear in his expression.

"How are you feeling, my dear?"

"Strong." The voice is S'Ondra's, hoarse but clear, "Thirsty."

"A side-effect of the process, I am afraid." Xinthon shrugs an apology, "But more than worth it, I assure you. If only my colleagues could have seen that. But then one's crewmates can be so obtuse, can't they?"

As S'Ondra slowly sits up in the bed, the D'Bari continues his monologue, "I must say, after I killed them and put myself into suspended animation, I never expected to be awakened by anyone as beautiful as you. There's no way I could let you just go back amongst those monkeys." He looks down at his body with distaste, "I shall be very glad to return to my own form."

"Thirsty." S'Ondra repeats, lips curling back from her teeth.

"Well, how convenient." Xinthon smiles, and points to a black and white monitor in a nearby console, "Because it seems your friend Captain Fury is on his way. Why don't you go meet him?"


* * * FLASHFORWARD * * *


"S'Ondra." Fury's voice is a little gruff. He cocks his head to one side, "Have you done something with your hair?"

 

[ledded]

Wow.

Well done. Damned well done.

 

[Capellan]

"Space Tomb" - Part 12

Archie clanks up behind Fury, his expression as shocked as a robot's can get.

"S'Ondra! That outfit is most inappropriate. You'll catch a cold, dressed like that!"

The Princess ignores Archie's concerns, and instead crooks her finger at Fury,

"Why not come this way, Captain?" she asks, with a coy smile, "There's something I want to ... show you."

"S'Ondra, have you bathed recently?" Archie's lights flicker in agitation, "I am detecting unusual chemicals from your bio-readings. Though you are quite marvellously clean."

"Hush, Archie." Fury swaggers his way toward S'Ondra, "You know I'm always willing to see anything you'd like to show off, Princess."

Archie hits him.

"That was an improper advance." The robot announces primly.

"Urrgbkle." Fury protests, from his semi-comatose sprawl on the floor. He may be hard-headed, but it's not every day a two and a half ton robot punches your lights out.

"Captain, you appear to be injured. I must take you to the Doctor immediately." Archie scoops up Fury, whose arms and legs wave feebly as the robot drapes him over one shoulder. "Excuse me, Princess."

"Wait!" S'Ondra protests, blinking out of her surprise at the robot's sudden action, "Stop! "

Archie grinds to a halt, gears whirring. The robot's whole body quivers, as if he wants to leap forward, but his hard-wired programming holds him still. S'Ondra smiles,

"You have to obey me."

"I must obey all mission members." Archie concedes, stiffly, swivelling his head to regard the salacious beauty as she walks slowly toward him, "In accordance with their respective authority."

Dimly, this pierces the befuddled Fury's brain,

"Must .... find ... Doctor." He moans.

"Sorry Princess, I have my orders." Who knew a robot could sound so smug? Archie speeds off down the ship's corridor.

"Wait! Stop! Damn it!" S'Ondra wails, then stamps her foot, but Archie speeds on, leaving her behind. As the steel walls of the corridors blur past, he gently nudges Fury's semi-conscious body,

"Sorry about the thumping, Captain, but I don't think Princess S'Ondra was quite herself. I'm sure you would have regretted going with her. We have to find the Doctor. He'll know what to do."

"Mmphrgl."

"I knew you'd agree."

We cut to the Engineering section, as Doctor Gustav stirs in his chair. Thick black chains have been wound around his body and upper arms, imprisoning him in his seat.

"Ach, Archie ... it cannot yet be time to get up." Suddenly Gustav's eyes snap open, as he realises his predicament. "You!" he accuses.

"Me." Xinthon agrees, pleasantly. The alien is leaning over the schematics the Doctor drew during his research, "I must say, I'm impressed that someone with your primitive intellect could have so quickly designed a solution to my predicament. If only you hadn't also been so clever as to find out my little secrets, you might actually have survived this." He pauses, then shrugs with a smile, "Actually, probably not."

"Zis will never vork." Gustav promises the alien, as he fruitlessly tries to squirm out of his bonds, "Ze ozzers will be here to stop your evil plan!" he pauses, "Vot is your evil plan?"

"I told you. I just want to get home." Xinthon smiles, his teeth seeming uncomfortably large and sharp.

"Are zey all like you, zere?"

Xinthon laughs, then shakes his head mockingly,

"They are not. I have improved myself. And your daughter."

Archie bursts through the door. Xinthon sighs,

"Though I have not, it seems, improved her enough."

Archie lets Fury's limp body slide to the floor, then strides forward, his visual receptors locked on Xinthon. Slowly, he raises his arms, the massive exhaust ports opening above his hands,

"I have detected a large accumulation of rubbish in this room, Doctor. Permission to deploy Plasma Burners?"

 

[Plane Sailing]

Go Archie, Go!

Go Archie Go!


Go Archie Go!

 

[threshel]

Archie!

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[size=+2]Archie![/size]

 

[ledded]

Archie! Archie! he's our man, if he can't do it...

 

[Tellerve]

...Hopefully Fury can!

 

[Capellan]

"Space Tomb" - Part 13

The sounds of shouting dimly penetrate Captain Fury's semi-conscious brain.

With a soft moan, the hero of Space Force pushes himself up from the floor, one hand gently probing the side of his aching skull.

"Archie!" he exclaims, seeing the robot's gleaming metal back, "You hit me!"

"We have bigger concerns, Captain Fury." Without turning around, Archie steps to one side, revealing the smirking Xinthon and his prisoner, Doctor Gustav.

"Zis alien fiend has done zomething to my leibchen!" Gustav does his best to pound his fist on the arm of his chair, "You must stop him!"

Fury looks perplexed.

"Not to worry, Doc. I just saw her, and she seemed fine."

S'Ondra bursts into the room.

The lithe Princess lands in an animalistic crouch between Archie and the Captain. Facing Fury with a feral snarl curling her lips, she clutches her heat lance in one white-knuckled hand. Sweat beads her heaving bosom, and gives her long, sculpted limbs a sheen under the fluorescent lights. Eyes fixed on the Captain, she gives a low growl.

"Okay, that is a little odd." Fury admits.

All hell breaks loose.

S'ondra leaps. Fury shouts. Archie fires. Xinthon laughs.

The Princess grabs the collar of Fury's shirt with one hand, lifting him bodily into the air. The shirt tears a little from the rough treatment, but the fabric mostly holds.

"You monster!" Fury accuses Xinthon. Hands still free, the Captain snatches out his atomic pistol and fires. The blast strikes the D'Bari in the shoulder, burning a neat hole in Xinthon's tunic.

But the flesh underneath is unmarked.

"Eliminating waste." Archie unleashes both massive gouts of super-heated plasma, engulfing Xinthon's upper body. Over the crackle and roar of flames, the alien's laughter rings out. He strides out of the blast, his shirt completely immolated, his skin coated in soot, but otherwise unhurt.

Raising a hand, the D'Bari points at Fury. Lightning arcs across the room, slamming into the unfortunate Captain. His body convulses as electricity blasts through him. The lightning wreathes both Fury and S'Ondra, crawling up and down their bodies with a hiss and crackle much like static: but unlike the Captain, the Princess seems completely unaffected by the experience.

John Fury's been in some nasty spots before, but nothing quite compares to this. He fights to hold onto consciousness, stiff upper lip at its firmest.

Then S'Ondra throws him into the wall.

Fury's shirt tears as the Princess releases him. He slams into the wall with an audible thud, then tumbles to the ground, the last strands of fabric falling away. He lands on his back with his eyes closed; his body still but for the shallow rise and fall of his chest from breathing.

Securely bound, Gustav jerks his whole body to the side, inching his chair toward the nearest computer console. At last, his straining fingers reach the keyboard, and he begins typing as best he can,

"Zomething. Zere must be zomething ..." he mutters to himself as he works.

Seeing Fury's collapse, Xinthon laughs again. He turns and hurls another bolt of lightning, this time striking the broad expanse of Archie's metal torso. The robot staggers, panels blowing of his body and smoke streaming out of the newly-made holes. With a chitter of alarm, the builder-bot on his shoulder scuttles down his back and clings there, out of the line of fire.

"Ja!" Gustav exlaims. He slaps a button on the keyboard in front of him and the engineering room's giant mechanical arm grinds to life, swinging across the room. "You can't escape ze long arm of Doctor Alois Gustav, alien!"

Xinthon sees the arm at the last moment. He tries to twist aside, but the heavy metal limb slams into his chest with considerable force. There is an audible crunch, and the D'Bari staggers.

"You will pay for that, old man." Xinthon snarls. He straightens his body and raises both hands. Balls of lightning form around them, sparks arcing back and forth.

As the maniacal alien prepares to annihilate her father, Princess S'Ondra crawls over Fury's body, her thighs straddling his hips. She reaches down and twists his head to expose his throat. Then she gives a wordless snarl, lips curling back to expose fang-like incisors, and leans down to feed.

 

[Plane Sailing]

Arrrrgggh!

I need longer episodes!

 

[Len]

As the maniacal alien prepares to annihilate her father, Princess S'Ondra crawls over Fury's body, her thighs straddling his hips. She reaches down and twists his head to expose his throat. Then she gives a wordless snarl, lips curling back to expose fang-like incisors, and leans down to feed.

Cool! That's just what he always wanted.