Soda was looked at with interest by Tyf.
"Can I see the golden crown?" she asked musingly. To control a flock of flying monkeys was something the most powerful weird battle for. But,
"Sorry, princess, but only one person gives those monkeys orders. Me." he said, and proceeded to aim his really spiffy gun at the flying black warship Nostrils.

Ducky crouched in the tiny baggage compartment with a small blue furby she had found wedged between a loose steel panel and what seemed to be a robotic paw, which lay idley against the wall.
She shook the furby and its eyes flew open.
"Do you mind?" It enquired politely, righting itself. Unfazed, Ducky set it on the floor. "So sorry," she said, and fled to find Rocky and tell him that the ship's furby could say more then "Wheeee! Mooooore..." or "Ohhh! Nooot fuuuun."

The abovementioned Rocky was slouching in a bucket seat somewhere to the rear of the plane watching "Rock Star" on a small screen with someone he didn't know moping beside him. He raised an eyebrow as Ducky, jolted by the sudden lurch the shuttle made, flew past and into a small refrigerator. The really spiffy gun had fired at the Nostrils, and in hopes that the ring was still aboard, the ship had switched into lightspeed and was now heading towards a remote planet.

Up in the cockpit, Gurgi bounced and didn't rhyme. "Curses!" he said loudly to Soda. "That better not be Tattooine." He then went back to sliding a lever up to a red light which had at one point read "self destruct" but now was scribbled out in pencil and words reading "gunray activator channeling fluid" and mumbled something about "slidings and glidings" in a much more Gurgish manner.


hey man, where are you? Where's Unknownie?

`Ducky