Chapter Eight: “Almost At the Stations”



The ships all got together in one group after they were all off the planet. There were about 200 giant ships carrying tons of creatures. After grouping together, they started flying toward Deathbot’s space station.



“Well, there they are.” Said Elim as Deathbot turned on the viewer. It showed the ships coming toward the station. “That’s all the creatures on the planet huh?” “For their sake I hope so, ‘cause if not, then it will be all after I blow up the planet.” Deathbot said. “So if you’ve got prisons in here big enough to hold all these creatures on these planets, why must you make a new planet? Why don’t you just use this space station as your planet?” Elim asked. “Because,” Deathbot replied, “I’m putting all the planet chunks over top of this station. That’s why I made it round like a sphere. So, we shall actually be in the center of my new planet!” “Clever!” Elim thought. “So after I take over, I’M going to rule this station AND the planet. I like that!” “I’m going to be pretty busy by the time those ships get here, Eliminator, so I’m putting you in charge of getting the creatures to their cells and all that.” “Yes, sir.” Elim evilly grinned, and thought, “This ought to be fun. Maybe there’ll even be a little fighting. If I’m lucky.”



“A gun? How did you get a gun in here? I lost all of my weapons when I came in!” Cyber Tooth said. “Because, only I can see it. I’m holding it in my hand right now. See?” Grath held up his arm. There was nothing in it. “No. I don’t see it.” “Exactly. Only I can see it. That’s how come I have it in here!” “What kind of gun is it?” “I made it myself. I call it an “lfg 9000”. It can shoot really fast heat seeking missiles, ice blasts, which freezes a person into a solid block of ice, and acid beams, which melts anything in it’s path.” “Handy. Prove it all by firing an ‘acid beam’ at the bars of your cell.” Grath pointed his hand at the bars, as if he was holding a gun. Suddenly a red beam shot out of the air, not far from his hand and hit his cell door, melting it to the ground. Grath put his arm down and looked over at Cyber Tooth. Her eyes were as big as plates. Grath smiled. “Well? What do you think?” Cyber Tooth just stood there looking at the melted metal on the ground which was now hardening. Grath laughed a little and said, “Come on. Lets go.” He shot the red beam at Cyber Tooth’s cell and melted a way out. Then after Cyber came out of her daze, they left the room. A voice suddenly came over the loud speaker, “Attention! Get ready for landing! Landing in about 10 minutes!” “We’ve got ten minutes!” Cyber Tooth said. “We’ve got to find my weapons! Come on!”





“9 minutes isn’t very long.” Batty Buddy thought as he flew through the ship. “Gotta find the cockpit soon! It sure took them long enough to get the lights back on.” He flew to the end of a hallway lined with rooms. On the end wall, he read on a door. It said, “Cockpit. Do not disturb unless it’s an emergency! –Pilot” BB grinned. “It’s about time I found it!” He slowly opened the door and peeked in. The small room was filled with levers, lights, switches, and buttons. On the wall was a big window that looked out to a space station bigger than a planet. BB jumped at the sight. “Wwooooooooooooooowwwww…!” He thought. In a chair in the middle of the room sat a tall skinny yellow lizard with headphones on. BB smiled and reached into his backpack. After pulling out an old brown shoe, a tennis ball, some old chewed gum, a clock, and a five-year-old unfinished donut, he pulled out a hammer the size of a baseball bat. “This ought to do it.” He thought, and lifted it over his head. Then he swung it down and smashed it over the lizard.





Jonman rolled the guard he had just knocked out with his bar, onto his back. “Nicely done.” He thought to himself. Then he stood up and ran down the hall. He got to the end and peered around the corner. There stood 5 BIG muscular turtles talking to each other. Jonman smiled and clutched his bar tighter. “Now this ought to be fun.” He came out from behind the corner and said, “Hey, lizards.” The turtles spun around quickly. “Hey!” One said. “How did you get out of prison!?” “It wasn’t hard, lizard.” “Don’t you DARE call us lizards, long ears! Lizards are wimpy cowards. And we hate to be called them!” “Yeah, I know. I once had some turtle buddies who hated it too.” Smiled Jonman. “You’re out of your cell, you’re calling us lizards, and so now you’re in big, big, trouble, bunny.” The turtle glared. Jonman just stood there tapping his bar on his other hand and smiling. The turtle glared harder and said slowly, “Kill him.” Suddenly the place was a whirlwind of one rabbit, and five BIG muscular turtles. Kicking, punching, hitting, and just about anything else you could think of for a fight. They were stronger than Jonman had thought. He was twirling and whirling around, swinging his bar, trying to keep from becoming rabbit meatloaf. About 2 minutes later he was leaning against the wall breathing extremely heavily. His face was hot and red. His veins were big as the blood rushed through his body. At his feet were five BIG muscular and now unconscious, turtles.