"Do you have any idea of the disgrace you're bringing..." Tibbs began his berating of his two half-naked passengers at the craft's
doorway, when glancing at his monitor, he saw Ninurta making his way towards them. "Had yer' gob!" Muckles shouted back and
using her chin, shuffled the poncho away from covering her eyes.
Her husband accepted that he'd been impolitely asked to stifle his complaint and went back to struggling with controls of his
homemade time-travelling vehicle.
The other aircraft -all four of them... scratch that, three of them now as the tarp-wrapped running man lobbed another of his odd
-looking bombs under the plane that resembled a Douglas A-26 Invader. Seconds later, the blast from the explosion rocked the
little time-machine and caused the wizened-Witch's grip to loosen. Now, hanging by one leg, Boy In A Dress swung like pendulum
marking the stuff that Tibbs had once sworn to patrol.
For his part, the Vandalian kept low and in his escape, fired two shots towards a wide-eyed guard that had appeared from along
the fence. Watching from a pilot's position, Tibbs would've liked to call them 'warning shots', but as the guard buckled and clutched
his knee, the frowning little man realised that Ninurta's response was far-darker.
"Oh be-Jezzus..." Tibbs whispered "...who gave him that?"
The spiky-ball moved closer to where Ninurta panned his rifle around him as he walked. The urgency had slowed now that he felt
he was armed enough to take on any interference and with the approaching Boy In A Dress -Ninurta's rope-ladder in this particular
instance, the stone-faced man watching from the tarmac believed he acheived some-level of control.
"Eh BIAD, how's it hangin'?" Ninurta said easily to the upside-down hermaphrodite closing the space between them and pondered
if another explosion would be necessary. The antiquated plane with the double wings looked like it needed cheering-up and so for
old times-sake, he plucked a grenade from his makeshift belt and tossed it towards the delapidated biplane.
As the massive detonation took place and also took attention to himself away, Ninurta's features pinched -as slinging the rifle-strap
onto his shoulder, he grabbed for the calves of the dangling Boy In A Dress. 'Oh -if the Taggarts could see me now' -Ninurta thought
as he grappled his way up to where Mucklebones grunted in her exertions.
"Er... they're hanging the wrong way?" BIAD finally answered as he felt a bare foot find purchase in a personal cleft we'll be better
-off to leave to the imagination. Quick-fire humour was never part of the Man-Girl's forte.
Seeing the half-exposed Witch of Carbiox staring at him as he climbed aboard, Ninurta felt another informal greeting was in order.
"So, the old bitch finally returns" he hissed and ignoring the breaking-grin from Mucklebones, checked his six to see if any of the
remaining miners or guards wanted to test their bravery.
"I've got one!" shouted the man in the remains of a uniform and from BIAD's inverted position, he could see that the military
person was bleeding heavily from the side of his head. The soldier -who was pulling for his worth on his captive's arms, looked
puzzled at the strange attire, the red fingernails and the odd fact that even as this... thing, hung upside down his fringe still
covered half of his face.
"Oh bugger-me, they've grabbed BIAD" Muckles sneered and began to use her skinny arms to pull her burden up. Tibbs yanked
on the two steering-handles and began to take the craft higher, his screen told him they weren't out of this yet.
The dying flames from what was left of the aeroplanes gave the sweating Vithian a view that others were arriving from a collection
of buildings within the mining area.
"SHOOT THE BASTARD..." Mucklebones barked as she strained with Boy In A Dress' weight, "...Blow his freakin' head off!"
she snarled and moved her head to avoid BIAD's stiletto-heel.
Ninurta's features eased as he looked out of the small doorway and noticed his fool-of-a-friend's long tresses begin to stir.
"A lady like yer'self would look away around now" he said and aimed the rifle out across the airfield.
Two quick shots dropped two running individuals.
The skin from his wrists being sliced away were the first thing the guard noticed, that and the snake-like lengths of hair that were
doing the grisly work. His body reacted quicker than his mind and demanded that he released the author of the damage, but by
then, most of his forearms were down to raw meat.
That was when the soldier began to choke. Black hair covered his lower-face and neck, his feet were no longer on the ground and
all-in-all, he was having a bit-of-a-day. The pain assured him that he would pass out soon and has the enlisted man realised that his
hands were no longer part of his make-up, the lack of oxygen and the horror of it all brought his body to slump in shock-related
unconsciousness.
Moments later, those same black strands of hair unceremoniously tossed the lifeless body back down to the airfield and carefully
plucked the remains of the broken, bleeding digits hanging from BIAD's swinging arms.
"Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop" Tibbs whispered to himself and almost went into a coughing-fit preventing his laugh from
being heard. The spherical machine had fully cleared the immediate danger and now cruised across the canopy of some woodland.
Muckles and Ninurta pulled the bare-assed irregularity into the craft and waited for the next thing.
"Welcome aboard Ninurta..." Tibbs proclaimed with a smile of his shoulder. "...I see you haven't ceded any of your old hobbies"
The man in similar garb to the weird-looking alien beside him, offered no response and focused on placing the rifle beside the
stunted-bench. Still close-to-hand, of course.
Boy In A Dress patted Muckles' hand and whispered a thank-you that brought a reciprocating nod as she too, sorted her poncho
-so as not to arouse the men around her and make her husband anymore jealous. At least, that's what she wanted to tell herself.
BIAD smiled his eternal smile and looking at his old friend, he said "It's good to see you".
Ninurta showed a face that could have been cast in an ancient forge and returned with "The amount of you I saw... the word 'good'
wouldn't be something that came straight-to-mind".
As the craft bucked and jolted against the air currents, Tibbs kept an eye on his little screen for a landing-site less violent than the
previous one. He now had a familiar crew and the mission to save a universe could get underway.
After all, that little section of a reality just happened to be where the stoic killer in the knife-carved clothes and the red-dressed
creature who destroyed half of the accepted rules of quantum theory, used to call home.
doorway, when glancing at his monitor, he saw Ninurta making his way towards them. "Had yer' gob!" Muckles shouted back and
using her chin, shuffled the poncho away from covering her eyes.
Her husband accepted that he'd been impolitely asked to stifle his complaint and went back to struggling with controls of his
homemade time-travelling vehicle.
The other aircraft -all four of them... scratch that, three of them now as the tarp-wrapped running man lobbed another of his odd
-looking bombs under the plane that resembled a Douglas A-26 Invader. Seconds later, the blast from the explosion rocked the
little time-machine and caused the wizened-Witch's grip to loosen. Now, hanging by one leg, Boy In A Dress swung like pendulum
marking the stuff that Tibbs had once sworn to patrol.
For his part, the Vandalian kept low and in his escape, fired two shots towards a wide-eyed guard that had appeared from along
the fence. Watching from a pilot's position, Tibbs would've liked to call them 'warning shots', but as the guard buckled and clutched
his knee, the frowning little man realised that Ninurta's response was far-darker.
"Oh be-Jezzus..." Tibbs whispered "...who gave him that?"
The spiky-ball moved closer to where Ninurta panned his rifle around him as he walked. The urgency had slowed now that he felt
he was armed enough to take on any interference and with the approaching Boy In A Dress -Ninurta's rope-ladder in this particular
instance, the stone-faced man watching from the tarmac believed he acheived some-level of control.
"Eh BIAD, how's it hangin'?" Ninurta said easily to the upside-down hermaphrodite closing the space between them and pondered
if another explosion would be necessary. The antiquated plane with the double wings looked like it needed cheering-up and so for
old times-sake, he plucked a grenade from his makeshift belt and tossed it towards the delapidated biplane.
As the massive detonation took place and also took attention to himself away, Ninurta's features pinched -as slinging the rifle-strap
onto his shoulder, he grabbed for the calves of the dangling Boy In A Dress. 'Oh -if the Taggarts could see me now' -Ninurta thought
as he grappled his way up to where Mucklebones grunted in her exertions.
"Er... they're hanging the wrong way?" BIAD finally answered as he felt a bare foot find purchase in a personal cleft we'll be better
-off to leave to the imagination. Quick-fire humour was never part of the Man-Girl's forte.
Seeing the half-exposed Witch of Carbiox staring at him as he climbed aboard, Ninurta felt another informal greeting was in order.
"So, the old bitch finally returns" he hissed and ignoring the breaking-grin from Mucklebones, checked his six to see if any of the
remaining miners or guards wanted to test their bravery.
"I've got one!" shouted the man in the remains of a uniform and from BIAD's inverted position, he could see that the military
person was bleeding heavily from the side of his head. The soldier -who was pulling for his worth on his captive's arms, looked
puzzled at the strange attire, the red fingernails and the odd fact that even as this... thing, hung upside down his fringe still
covered half of his face.
"Oh bugger-me, they've grabbed BIAD" Muckles sneered and began to use her skinny arms to pull her burden up. Tibbs yanked
on the two steering-handles and began to take the craft higher, his screen told him they weren't out of this yet.
The dying flames from what was left of the aeroplanes gave the sweating Vithian a view that others were arriving from a collection
of buildings within the mining area.
"SHOOT THE BASTARD..." Mucklebones barked as she strained with Boy In A Dress' weight, "...Blow his freakin' head off!"
she snarled and moved her head to avoid BIAD's stiletto-heel.
Ninurta's features eased as he looked out of the small doorway and noticed his fool-of-a-friend's long tresses begin to stir.
"A lady like yer'self would look away around now" he said and aimed the rifle out across the airfield.
Two quick shots dropped two running individuals.
The skin from his wrists being sliced away were the first thing the guard noticed, that and the snake-like lengths of hair that were
doing the grisly work. His body reacted quicker than his mind and demanded that he released the author of the damage, but by
then, most of his forearms were down to raw meat.
That was when the soldier began to choke. Black hair covered his lower-face and neck, his feet were no longer on the ground and
all-in-all, he was having a bit-of-a-day. The pain assured him that he would pass out soon and has the enlisted man realised that his
hands were no longer part of his make-up, the lack of oxygen and the horror of it all brought his body to slump in shock-related
unconsciousness.
Moments later, those same black strands of hair unceremoniously tossed the lifeless body back down to the airfield and carefully
plucked the remains of the broken, bleeding digits hanging from BIAD's swinging arms.
"Idle hands are the Devil’s workshop" Tibbs whispered to himself and almost went into a coughing-fit preventing his laugh from
being heard. The spherical machine had fully cleared the immediate danger and now cruised across the canopy of some woodland.
Muckles and Ninurta pulled the bare-assed irregularity into the craft and waited for the next thing.
"Welcome aboard Ninurta..." Tibbs proclaimed with a smile of his shoulder. "...I see you haven't ceded any of your old hobbies"
The man in similar garb to the weird-looking alien beside him, offered no response and focused on placing the rifle beside the
stunted-bench. Still close-to-hand, of course.
Boy In A Dress patted Muckles' hand and whispered a thank-you that brought a reciprocating nod as she too, sorted her poncho
-so as not to arouse the men around her and make her husband anymore jealous. At least, that's what she wanted to tell herself.
BIAD smiled his eternal smile and looking at his old friend, he said "It's good to see you".
Ninurta showed a face that could have been cast in an ancient forge and returned with "The amount of you I saw... the word 'good'
wouldn't be something that came straight-to-mind".
As the craft bucked and jolted against the air currents, Tibbs kept an eye on his little screen for a landing-site less violent than the
previous one. He now had a familiar crew and the mission to save a universe could get underway.
After all, that little section of a reality just happened to be where the stoic killer in the knife-carved clothes and the red-dressed
creature who destroyed half of the accepted rules of quantum theory, used to call home.
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