Does 11 days afterwards count as sometime soon?

(Amazing, I'm continuing without GenEX telling me too. Unless he's doing it as I type this......)



Kon-tar stood up, dusting himself off. "Why do you three always try to get in on every single adventure in this universe? You do know you're going to get killed at it someday, right? Like.... right now?"



Before any of the three rabbits could react, Kon-tar whipped a blaster out of a pocket and fired.





Tornrob, high prince of the Exhemians, brother to high chancellor Podrac, uncle of the young king of Barzam, son of queen Gullibl and king Brokn, posessor of the Harelactic gem, and surveyor of all he surveyed blew on a large trumpet, sucessfully waking up 50 odd soldiers. The other one was a sound sleeper. Rubbing their eyes, the afore-mentioned soldiers walked out of their quarters, asking Tornrob what all the fuss was about. He showed them the Crokpawt™, and told them what it meant. Instantly, the deprived of coffee looking soldiers were gone, and in their place were 50 odd (The sound sleeper wasn't present) ready-for-battle-n'-stuff top quality warriors. After gathering some battle hardy rabble, and telling anyone who might care where they were going, Tornrob and the strike force entered a large Exhemian warship.





Cosair looked at Devan for a moment, then desperately tried to free himself from the shackles. Although his outside was all action, the inside was thinking. If Devan wanted him dead, why not just kill him now? And besides, why him? As Devan was taking him to Bad Pitt, it seemed there was some greater purpose, but what was that? Maybe his old theory of Devan and Kon-tar being competitors was correct? Or maybe..... Before he could think or struggle any more, Devan bonked him on the head with a large evil villain No2 pencil. Cosair went out like a light.









(It can be a pain, having to reply to your own continuations. The quality sort of goes down. Aren't there some other expert writers around?)