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The Kretins of Doctor Combobulay
The Kretins of Doctor Combobulay
Book Seven
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Chapter List
1 Prologue 6
2 Flattened Olive 6
3 Whores 10
4 Healthy Lust 17
5 The Example Chamber 20
6 Monolithic Statues 24
7 Two Hooded Guards 28
8 The Sound of Moaning 30
9 Hideous Body 35
10 A Blackened Room of Soot 38
11 Formidable Strategies 42
12 Some Kind of Greenish Oil 45
13 Balls of Destruction 50
14 Unevenly Plump Torso 53
15 Yellow Frogs Wearing Sandals 57
16 Dirty Old Transistor Radio 61
17 Dark and Brooding 65
18 Thong 68
19 Catapulted Sculpture 71
20 Idiots 75
21 A Bizarre and Funny-Looking Ship 76
22 Concentrated Levels of Stupidity 80
23 Sallow-Faced Tub 82
24 Wine 86
25 Expert Taunting 88
26 Pressurised Cheese 92
27 Sweat, Soap and Beer 94
28 A Slowly Expanding Cone of Light 97
29 Hand Crank 99
30 Big and Round and Cute 101
31 A Vision of Pure Might and Terror 105
32 Fibres of Light 108
33 A Curvaceous Beauty Named Kaela 112
34 Rasping Scream 115
35 Hug 119
36 Thin Buckled Arms 120
37 Mad Animated Head Gallery 122
38 Brainwashed 124
39 Brutally Concise Statement 127
40 A Thin Strip of Glossy Black Leather 129
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1 Prologue
Earth Reference Year: 2415.08 AD
The devastation had been swift, complete. The giant rocks had fallen
onto almost every continent and island of Droog, punching effortlessly
through the planet’s crust, and showering chunks of molten death high
and wide. In just a few hours more than three billion souls had
perished in torment, overwhelmed by the blast of violent fire that had
engulfed their world.
Only a privileged few had made it to the bunkers in time.
The fledgling civilisation of the Stoidi had ended.
A sphere, no larger than a fist, rose out of the ocean. It turned slowly
on its shaft to face the distant shoreline, and then extended various
instruments. The flaming ruins of a once towering city could be seen.
Smoke, thick and black, billowed into the soot-filled sky. It was a
truly desolate sight.
Debris, still molten, splashed down nearby in a cloud of steam.
The sphere angled upwards to image the sky. More glowing debris
appeared out from the clouds like a rain of orange stars.
The sphere watched for a few seconds, and then retracted its
instruments. The sphere descended below the waves.
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Seven days later…
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Droog turned slowly, its ash-clogged atmosphere brown and grey, and
its once luscious forests and cobalt oceans completely hidden from
view.
But not hidden from the prying sensors of a state-of-the-art
bounty hunter vessel, of course.
Sind’a Thighs spoke. “Summary, please.”
“REGION 922 MEAN TEMPERATURE: MINUS SEVEN
DEGREES – 30 DEGREES BELOW REGIONAL AVERAGE. 441
HUMANOID SURVIVORS DETECTED. REGIONAL PRE-
DISASTER POPULATION: 2,003,982.”
Several reports, charts and images appeared on the single
angled view-screen in front of the bounty hunter. She examined the
data. One image showed a devastated coastline, with the remains of
settlements blown flat by immense blast waves. Another showed
some low-lying hills, parched clean by incredible heat, and now
frozen as the high-altitude ash from the impacts had cloaked the
atmosphere. Less than ten-percent of the parent star’s light now
reached the surface. The survivors could be seen, huddling in small
groups near the ocean. Their life-signs were weak, and their
movements slow and erratic.
They would not be survivors much longer.
Sind’a Thighs felt a deep desire to help, but she knew she could
not. Palace of Amino regulations were strict in such situations: if the
devastated world was not the home to a subspace-capable civilisation
then intervention was not allowed. The disaster must run its course
naturally, even if it meant the extinction of the civilisation.
The bounty hunter did not like such a hard policy, but she
understood the reasoning behind it. And much more importantly, she
respected the wisdom of her superiors who had defined the regulation
more than four centuries earlier.
After a spending a few more seconds examining the summary
data, Sind’a Thighs spoke. “Encrypt and transmit to the palace, and
then move onto the next section.”
“… ENCRYPTION AND TRANSMISSION COMPLETE.
COMMENCING DEEP-SCAN OF SECTION 923. COMPLETION
IN 16 MINUTES…”
Reaching up, the bounty hunter gripped a bar and pulled herself
up and out of her seat. The next few sections would be scans of an
ocean – even less interesting than the seared land masses. It was the
perfect time for a break.
Sind’a Thighs left the cockpit through a narrow archway and
entered her living area. It was cramped but luxurious, with the
centrepiece a firm round bed covered in purple velvet sheets and
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strewn with black pillows of various shapes and sizes. On the walls
were various entertainment systems and pleasuring devices, and to the
left a small galley that was fully stocked with delectable convenience
meals from more than a hundred worlds.
To the right of the bed was a bathing room – Sind’a Thigh’s
favourite place on her new ship. The transparent door of the bathing
room slid open as the bounty hunter approached. With unseen
elegance she slipped off her auto-boots and entered the bathing room.
She touched a small panel on the inside of her collar. The power zip
on the front of her all-in-one tight blue body suit whirred its way
down to her waist. She slipped off the sleeves, revealing the toned
beauty of her lightly tanned upper body. Bending over, she rolled the
suit down over her legs, her famous thighs flexing gently as she did so.
Admiring herself in one of the floor to ceiling mirrors on the
wall, she stepped out of the suit and walked, naked, into the shower.
Immediately she was sprayed in a hot soapy downpour. She tipped
her head back and ran her fingers through her shoulder-length black
hair, letting the hot water cleanse her scalp. And then, slowly, she
caressed her body with her hands, spreading bubbles over her breasts
and then down between her legs. She grinned as the foam tingled over
her skin, moisturising and refreshing every curve and pore. She felt
joyous.
The tedium of her task melted away gently into the steam.
Sind’a Thighs took a few moments to reflect. Her mission, to
map and analyse the devastation on the surface of the planet Droog
caused by 14 unusual asteroid impacts, may have been unexciting and
monotonous, but it did have one special quality: it was her first as a
fully qualified bounty hunter, seventh-class. She had graduated only
three months earlier with the very highest honours, and with grades
that put her in the top-ten graduates of all time.
She giggled as she remembered the month-long debaucheries of
her celebrations – the alcohol, the spices, the massages, the base-
jumping, the belly dancing, and the countless hours of sweaty
fornication.
Nothing, of course, could have beaten the evening when Peter
the Ace and Panman appeared on the wall-sized video-screen of her
apartment to offer their personal congratulations. They had been on a
mission and were unable to attend her graduation ceremony,
something they had wished to do. After giving her the opportunity to
leave the closed underground society of the Impaler and become their
assistant, and then later a trainee bounty hunter, the two greatest
bounty hunters of all time had always taken a special interest in her.
She would be forever grateful for their support, and had felt honoured
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and aroused beyond time by their call. That moment would certainly
be one of the highlights of her life, and it would dwell in her thoughts
forever.
After the month of celebrations, Sind’a Thighs had been given
the chance to choose her own ship, a task she had been relishing since
she had started training as a bounty hunter more than twenty years
before. After viewing over twenty gleaming new vessels, ranging
from a tiny lozenge-like pod to an appalling thirty-metre diameter
bright pink saucer-ship, her choice was clear. Shaped and coloured
like a flattened olive, the ten-metre long ship, with its spherical
transparent cockpit, oval VAPR engine configuration, and built-in
circular bed, had left the others standing. It was the most desirable
machine she had ever seen. Immediately she had named her ship the
Butt Muffin, which, for some unfathomable reason, had been her
nickname during the latter years of her time as a trainee.
Setting the shower to ‘Rinse’, Sind’a Thighs leaned back and let
the flood of hot clear water cascade over her chest. She opened her
mouth wide, delighting in the way the powerful flow of liquid played
with her tongue. She laughed and shook her head side to side. Life
was so good!
A pulsing alarm sounded. “ATTACK WARNING. AUTO-
EVADE ACTIVATED.”
With a surge of gee-force, Sind’a Thighs was pushed to the
floor as the Butt Muffin’s computer altered the ship’s direction. The
deep throb of the main engines could now be heard. The bounty
hunter grabbed a hand rail and pulled herself up. She hit a control
surface, cutting the shower’s water flow. “Explain!”
Before the computer could answer the ship shook violently.
The lights in the bathroom flickered, and then died. The sound of the
engines faded rapidly.
Silence.
As wet and naked as the day she was born, Sind’a Thighs pulled
open the bathing room door and stepped through the bedroom and into
the cockpit. Apart from the single view-screen in front of her chair,
all was dark.
The ship was now on the night side of Droog.
Seating herself, the bounty hunter examined the screen. A lot
of information, mostly in a deep shade of red, was displayed. Many
systems, including the main computer, VAPR engines, shields and
hand-blender, were malfunctioning.
And then she noticed the ship’s course. She looked out of the
spherical window and saw almost total blackness; the only stars that
were visible were at the extremities of her view. The course was
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confirmed. The Butt Muffin was heading straight down into Droog’s
atmosphere.
Sind’a Thighs manipulated some controls, bringing up further
data on the screen. Atmospheric thrusters were still working, and so
were ground sensors. But only minimum power was available. She
could not stop the ship’s descent, but she could certainly control it to
some degree when the ship entered the atmosphere. She took a
second to send an automated distress call to the Palace of Amino, and
then she grabbed the control sticks at either side of her chair.
She waited.
Her breathing deepened and quickened. Her chest heaved. A
chill spread over her skin as water evaporated from her still damp
body.
And then she gasped as she realised the true significance, and
the true insanity, of her predicament. A wide grin spread across her
face. She was alone at the controls of a crippled and virtually
powerless ship on a collision course with a planet doomed by the
recent impact of 14 asteroids.
And she was naked.
The ship began to vibrate at it entered the edge of the planet’s
atmosphere. More red information appeared on view-screen. More
systems had failed, including communications.
Sind’a Thighs laughed as the view ahead turned bright orange –
the plasma glow of the immense friction caused by the thickening air.
She gripped the juddering control sticks even tighter, and then began
to pull.
Slowly the Butt Muffin’s course began to change.
3 Whores
The lower cargo bay door whirred open, and a blast of warm muggy
high-pressure air almost knocked Panman off his feet. He sniffed the
air and grimaced. “Yuck! Amonia! Babies’ nappies!” Immediately
the visor on his black armoured environment suit buzzed shut, its
emergency close facility triggered by the foul stench. The bounty
hunter steadied himself, breathing a lungful purified air, and then
peered down through the large opening to the thick orange atmosphere
below. Dense puffy cloud structures stretched and swirled down deep
into the giant planet’s seemingly endless atmosphere, eventually
fading into a dark red haze hundreds of kilometres below.
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The ship loomed large below. “That’ll have to do.” He sat back and
tensed.
The noise was horrendous, and the pressure of deceleration
even more so. With a tearing, grating, clanking, snapping and
slamming sound the BULIT Diver came to an almost instantaneous
halt.
For a few seconds Panman just sat there, stunned by what had
been the most shocking experience of his long bounty hunter career.
And then he grinned. “Bitchin’!” He punched the door eject button.
Several charges detonated, sending the door flying away. It clattered
to the floor at the far end of a dark chamber.
Panman stepped down out of the diver. He looked around.
Above, a two-metre diameter mangled hole stretched up at least two
decks. The orange clouds of the atmosphere could be seen high above.
Around him several shattered food crates had covered the floor in
various vegetables and pastes. Obviously this was the ship’s larder.
Knowing his presence would already be known, the bounty
hunter made no attempt to conceal himself. Pulling out a pistol from
his suit’s thigh holder, Panman aimed at a closed door at the far side
of the chamber. He fired. A pulse of blinding blue energy connected
with the door, melting away a large portion of it in an instant. A spray
of molten metal splattered in all directions. The bounty hunter ran and
jumped through the hole and into a passageway.
He was met with a barrage of fire.
Panman groaned as several shots pummelled his suit. In a ball
of flame he rolled across the floor and took up a crouching position.
He switched his pistol to rapid-fire and unleashed a wall of energy.
Several screams of agony were heard. The hostile fire stopped.
Quiet.
Panman got to his feet. For a second he was surrounded by a
spray of mist as his suit’s fire suppression system activated. The
flames were doused immediately. He strode forwards along the dimly
lit passageway. Three smouldering bodies blocked his way, contorted
into various agonised poses. He stepped over them. A fourth, still
alive, moaned softly a few paces ahead. He looked up at the bounty
hunter, his eyes blackened with smoke. The bounty hunter adjusted
his pistol to narrow beam and aimed at the fourth figure’s head. He
fired. In a flash a centimetre-wide hole was burned through the
figure’s head. The figure slumped forwards, freed for eternity from
his suffering.
The ship rumbled and then swayed. It was moving and
accelerating. There was not much time. Ahead the passageway
curved through 90 degrees, at the end of which was a large closed
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door. From earlier scans Panman knew what lay beyond. The bridge,
and Radic. The bounty hunter pulled a small grenade from his belt,
activated it, and then threw it. He stepped back around the corner and
crouched. A blinding flash of yellow filled the passageway followed
immediately by a roar of sound. Molten metal scattered everywhere.
Panman leapt to his feet and ran through the splintered doorway.
The bridge, small and round, was surrounded by curved panoramic
view-ports. The whole room was lit orange from the immense vista of
drifting bright clouds outside. Control panels glowed red, mostly
showing warnings and damage reports. And at the centre, sitting in an
oversized and well-padded black chair, sat Radic. He slowly spun his
chair round, raising his arms.
Panman aimed his pistol at the alarmingly old-looking
miscreant. “Got you.”
Radic strained a grin, his mouth almost completely obscured by
his excessively long nasal hair. His cheeks wrinkled up. “It seems
so.” He was obviously dejected, but he was putting on a brave face.
“I managed to evade you for many days. Not a bad effort, was it?”
Panman had to agree. “For a feeble, elderly, intellectually-
challenged, low-life, whore-cloning lunatic you certainly did give us
the run-around.”
Radic sighed. “Well, you may have got me, but my cloning
facilities are too well hidden for you to find. My sons still elude you,
and they have full control of my facilities and my whores in my
absence. Those whores will continue to flood the market on all the
depraved worlds. Riches will fill the accounts of my offspring. My
legacy will survive.”
Panman laughed. “No way! For the last few hours bounty
hunters have been devastating your cloning facilities with all kinds of
advanced mass-destruction devices. Your legacy will certainly not
survive!”
Radic stood. “Not true!” he shouted. “My facilities are secret
beyond the eyes of even your kind!”
“Of course it’s true. You have three cloning facilities. The one
on Debu, below the swamps of Fette, was obliterated three hours ago
by a bounty hunter named Frederika Toe-Mangler.”
Radic’s jaw dropped.
Panman continued. “Just one-hour ago I received confirmation
that your facility on the fifth moon of Blo’Tid was vaporised in
spectacular fashion. It was recorded. We can watch it later, if you
like?!”
What little colour Radic had drained from his wizened face.
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“And the one near the north polar icecap of the Hiroi-Ketsu
homeworld is currently a smouldering orifice, thanks to none other
than the legendary Ross Mental!”
Radic’s eyes widened and he staggered slightly. His breathing
deepened. “That was unexpected. A marvellous achievement for
you.” He held onto the arm of his chair for support. “But there are
still thousand of whores out there – all brainwashed to provide
extreme pleasure and transfer the proceeds to my secret accounts. My
sons will collect the money and…”
Panman interrupted, shaking his head. “Wrong! Over the last
day almost a hundred bounty hunters have been rounding up your
whores on Degeneron, Myre and the twin planets of Suluju and
Sumellu. Thousands have been captured. They’ll be retrained and put
to work in the Palace of Amino’s subterranean chambers.”
Radic let out a desperate laugh. “Ha! But there are more!
They’ll…”
“Generate no more wealth for your family; you can be sure of
that. You must be talking about the ones on Repugnius, as they’re the
only ones left that I haven’t mentioned. Ross Mental is about to lead a
small fleet to sort out the very whores you’re thinking about. There’s
no escape. They will be captured, or if they resist, administered
instant Amino justice. Within days all of your whores will be
neutralised, and all of your revenue streams closed.”
Radic’s strength left his body. He collapsed to his knees. He
gazed at the floor, shaking his head slowly. His nose hair dragged
across the floor’s ridged panelling.
Panman continued, relishing the moment. “Without extreme
wealth your sons will soon turn to desperate measures to regain their
income. Their desperation with cause them to make monumentally
stupid mistakes. The Palace of Amino will be waiting for such
mistakes. And when those mistakes are made, bounty hunters will
swoop on your offspring with fierce brutality. Your sons will join you
in lifelong captivity at the palace, or die in a torment of regret and
despair.”
Radic, once the galaxy’s most prolific whore-cloner, wept.
Panman spoke the words all bounty hunters live to say. “In the
name of the Superior Beings of the Great Hall of the Palace of Amino,
I arrest you and condemn you to a life of hopelessness and
despondency in the darkest shadows of the Palace of Amino’s most
mind-numbing dungeon.” The bounty hunter took a couple of
seconds to savour the moment, and then spoke into his communicator.
“All done.”
Peter the Ace replied. “Excellent stuff! Did you break him?”
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4 Healthy Lust
Panman entered the Blenheim’s bridge. He munched noisily on a long
stick of salami. “Radic’s still blubbering!” He said, taking his seat at
his weapons console next to Peter the Ace. “What a feeble waste of
time he is!”
“Indeed.” Peter the Ace said as he operated some controls.
“Deviant criminal overlords are almost always the same when you
catch them. Pathetic, isn’t it?” He pressed a control surface. The
ship shuddered ever so slightly as it folded into the realm of subspace.
The Blenheim made an announcement. “SUBSPACE
TRANSITION COMPLETE. CURRENT VELOCITY: SUBSPACE
8.1. JOURNEY TIME TO THE PLACE OF AMINO: THREE DAYS,
SIXTEEN HOURS, AND SEVEN MINUTES.”
Panman swallowed the last of his salami. “Can’t wait to get
back. There’s a new restaurant that’s opening in four days at the
Nypl-Dome!”
“What’s it called?”
“Chug.”
Peter the Ace frowned. “Really?”
Panman grinned. “Yeah! And they’re keeping the menu top
secret!” He groaned. “Surprises are cool!”
“I would have thought that your ‘Voracious Gut Rumbler
Monthly’ magazine would have published the menu well in advance?
They usually do, don’t they?”
“They do, but this time I told them not to spoil things. And
they do whatever I tell them!”
Peter the Ace nodded. “And so they should.”
There was a bleeping sound.
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6 Monolithic Statues
All things considered, it had been a good landing.
Sind’a Thighs watched as water and ice, black with soot, lapped
against the cockpit window. It was still night, so she could see
nothing beyond the water, but at least she had managed to restore full
power to the inside. The lights were on, the blender in the galley was
mixing perfectly, and the shower was hot and steamy.
Fixing the power problem had been relatively easy, but the
damage to the VAPR engines was something far more serious, and
something she did not understand. She decided not to bother. It
would have to wait until one of the palace’s engineers could take a
look at it.
After a short break, and another soothing shower, Sind’a Thighs
had finally put back on her tight blue body suit and auto-boots and had
set to work fixing the main computer. Sitting in her cockpit chair, she
had scanned schematics, neural interfaces connections and memory
cores. And, using her AI software development skills, she had
corrected error after error.
After several hours she could find no more errors.
Flipping a few synthetic switches, Sind’a Thighs reactivated the
main computer. “Can you hear me?”
The response was slurred, but acceptable. “YES.”
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river broke the monotony of the plain. Its wide channel curved
towards the orange horizon to the east, and to a coastline lined with
what looked like the ruins of low-level buildings.
According to the information displayed on Sind’a Thigh’s visor,
the nearest building was only three kilometres away. She decided to
pay it a visit. She set up her helmet’s passive sensor system to alert
her about any movement around her, and then, stepping down from
the mound, she began a sexy stride east along the river bank through
the deep cover of ash.
After twenty minutes of walking the river had widened into an estuary,
and against the brightening sky the line of buildings ahead could be
seen in much more detail. It was clear that the buildings never used to
be so ‘low-level’. Piles of deep rubble stretched towards the shore,
the result of a severe shockwave from far inland. The change of
meeting a survivor here was virtually zero.
Her helmet bleeped. The corner of the visor lit up with
information. Something was moving out in the sea, and it was
heading towards the shore. She looked in the direction indicated.
There was indeed something in the water. It looked like a dome –
metallic, shiny. Behind it two more domes appeared from the waves.
As they approached they rose up creating huge wakes in the water,
and revealing a wider section beneath. As they rose their full form
became clear. They were humanoid-shaped machines.
After a moment of shock, Sind’a Thighs ducked down to the
river bank and half buried herself in the dust. Her helmet’s filter
ensured that she kept breathing clean air. She continued watching the
machines as they stomped onto the beach and smashed through the
buildings, creating a cloud of dust, black against the amber sky. The
sound of crumbling masonry was almost deafening.
As the machines emerged from the dust cloud their true scale
became clearer. They were at least 20 metres tall, and moved with a
stiff but smooth motion across the plain. Their domed heads – almost
three metres across – appeared to have a mirrored surface. It was
impossible to tell whether the machines were controlled by an
artificial sentience, or a crew. Either way, they were a formidable
sight.
The machines were now less than half a kilometre away, close
enough for the deep whirring sound of their engines to be heard as
they stomped in a triangle formation through the dust, generating a
cloud of ash behind them.
And they were heading directly for Sind’a Thighs, and her ship.
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Thighs, sending her tumbling into the river and crashing through ice.
She recovered quickly, but remained in the water surrounded by
blackened little icebergs.
After a minute the sky cleared. The three machines were still
there, standing and watching the burning remains of her ship. After a
few seconds the two machines on land turned, and then began to
stomp back east towards the sea. Sind’a Thighs remained still in the
water and watched until the machines had thundered by. And then she
looked back towards the wreckage of her ship. The headless machine
was standing there, dead still, in the river.
Eager to find clues as to why she had been shot down, and eager
to seek vengeance on those that had destroyed her beloved little ship,
the bounty hunter began swimming through the shards of ice towards
the machine.
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you from now on. Anymore mistakes will be dealt with in the usual
brutal but fair manner.”
Doctor Combobulay and her chair trundled back into her private
chamber.
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cockpit and grabbed the two charred crew members. She pulled hard
and dragged their corpses up onto the forward edge of the cockpit.
She pushed them, sending them splashing into the river.
The bounty hunter jumped back into the cockpit and sat down.
A few of the controls were still illuminated. The machine was still
active, at least in some way, but all the display-screens were too badly
damaged to be of use.
Then there was a faint noise from below. It appeared that there
was another crew member on board.
Pulling her pistol from its holster on her belt, Sind’a Thighs got
up and stepped over to a closed hatch on the floor. She knelt down
next to it and listened - more faint noises. The bounty hunter shouted.
“I am a bounty hunter from the Palace of Amino. Cease your
activities or suffer instant Amino justice!”
The faint noises stopped.
Carefully, Sind’a Thighs operated the hatch’s controls. With a
sharp hiss it slid open. A bright burst of sizzling energy flashed
passed, barely missing the bounty hunter’s helmet. With a piercing
yell, Sind’a Thighs leapt into the hatch, firing three quick bursts of her
pistol as she fell.
Sind’a Thighs landed hard into the dimly lit room below - a
room filled with the sound of moaning. Lying at the bounty hunter’s
feet was a plump female; her right arm had been burnt to a crisp by
the bounty hunter’s remarkably accurate shots. The female’s blue
overalls were smouldering, and she had a large bruise on her forehead.
“I did warn you.” The bounty hunter said. “Always heed the
warnings of a bounty hunter.”
The injured female nodded slowly, her breathing laboured.
Sind’a Thigh’s looked around. The room was small and
uncomfortable. In the centre was a stark-looking single chair with
virtually no padding. The chair was in front of a crescent of control
panels and screens. A small window showed the view ahead. This
was obviously where the machine’s weapons were controlled. The
bounty hunter looked down at the female. “So, it was you that first
fired on my ship, was it?”
The female nodded.
“What is your name?”
She replied weakly. “Rubella Moul.”
“Well, Rubella, I want you to explain what you are doing on
this world, and why you shot me down from orbit.”
Rubella shook her head. “I will be crushed if I reveal anything
to you.”
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The bounty hunter pressed her boot onto the female’s chest.
“You’ll be crushed if you don’t!”
Rubella groaned.
Sind’a Thighs released the pressure. “If you tell me what I
want to know I’ll protect you from whoever would crush you. I
assume you have heard of the Bounty Hunters of the Palace of
Amino?”
Rubella nodded.
“Good. You’ll know, then, that although we have no patience
for megalomaniac villains and routinely incarcerate or vaporise them,
we do have patience for their subordinates that help us. You have
nothing to fear if you tell me what I want to know.”
Rubella looked thoughtful for a few seconds, and then tears
filled her eyes. “I had no choice. I was forced to join the 'ebulon!”
“What’s the 'ebulon?”
“The submarine of Doctor Combobulay.” She sobbed. “We
were all forced to come to this planet from Elddem-Ssor. We were
promised apprenticeships in advanced engineering – skills in short
supply on my world, and skills that would have ensured a comfortable
life.” Rubella sniffled. “But then we were taken to the 'ebulon and
sealed inside. We were shown endless presentations on the desires of
Doctor Combobulay. Then we were assigned duties. I became a
weapons officer onboard this Kretin.”
The sudden burst of information filled Sind’a Thighs’ mind
with questions. Who was Doctor Combobulay, and what are his or
her desires? Where is the 'ebulon now, and why is the doctor using a
submarine? What is the purpose of a Kretin? And why are all the
press-ganged crew from the planet Elddem-Ssor, a remote world with
a reputation for ignorance, bland quisine and mild obesity? The
bounty hunter knelt down. “Rubella, tell me everything again, and in
extreme detail.”
Rubella nodded.
“And then,” Sind’a Thigh’s continued, helping the weapons
officer to sit up, “you are going to help me get this Kretin moving
again.”
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pedals. She twisted the stick and pushed it forwards. Lurching, the
Kretin turned.
Sind’a Thighs gripped onto the back of Rubella’s chair as the
Kretin swayed back and forth. And then it shuddered as it began
stomping up the river bank and onto the dusty plain. The view from
the window turned orange as the morning sky to the east came into
view. Ahead, the silhouettes of the two approaching Kretins could be
seen. One of them had an arm missing. They were almost certainly
the Kretins that had visited before.
A voice was heard. “Kretin 67, this is Kretin 52. We thought
you were all dead. We were ordered to destroy you. Report!”
Rubella looked at Sind’a Thighs.
“Reply!” The bounty hunter said. “Act normal!”
Rubella touched the control panel. “Erm… Kretin 52, this is
Kretin 67, weapons officer Rubella Moul speaking. The drive crew
are dead. I was knocked unconscious for a while. I am able to drive
from the weapons room.”
“Understood. We’ll escort you back.”
Ahead, the two Kretins were already turning to face the sea.
Sind’a Thighs grinned. “Well done! It’s working!”
Rubella was not so confident. “What happens when they
discover I’ve helped you? They crush me and place me in the…”
“I told you I’d protect you. Just drive!”
Following the two Kretins ahead, Rubella guided their Kretin
over the crumbled coastline buildings and onto the wide ash-grey
beach. After a few more heavy steps they entered the sea. Already
the lead Kretins were half submerged, the swell of the water breaking
into foam on their backs.
Automatically, the hatch above hissed shut.
Sind’a Thighs looked up. “Oh yes. I forgot about that!”
Now, the water level had reached the window. The orange sky
disappeared as the opaque dust-laden sea consumed all light.
“How long until we get to your base?” The bounty hunter
asked.
“About 30 minutes.” Rubella answered. She activated some
floodlights. The backs of the Kretins in front could now be seen as
they stomped down the steep slope of the seabed. They were already
completely submerged.
“Good. That gives me enough time to do a little studying.
Show me a plan of the base on the screen.”
Rubella flicked a couple of controls and a plan appeared, along
with the projected route.
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9 Hideous Body
The two maids rubbed Doctor Combobulay’s naked body with thick
sponges, cleansing her with trained and gentle precision.
The doctor grinned as the warm bubbly water washed over her
wizened frame. “That feels very good,” she said, tilting her head back
slightly and closing her eyes, “so very good.”
One of the maids squeezed her sponge over the doctor’s head,
soaking her thinning locks of frail white hair.
There was a gentle beeping sound. One of the maids looked at
a control panel next to the doctor’s oval bath. “It is Commandant
Fumbla, ma’am. He has an update for you.”
The doctor nodded. “I’ll receive the update in here. Bring him
in.”
The maid nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She walked across the
cylindrical chamber and disappeared through a small side exit. The
other maid continued washing the doctor’s back.
“Clean my chest.” Doctor Combobulay ordered.
The maid nodded and moved around the side of the bath. After
dipping the sponge in the water she began rubbing the doctor’s long
sagging breasts.
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The descent down the giant seabed staircase had been uncomfortable
and intensely precarious. With the sheer wall of the abyss to the right,
and the sheer drop into a black abyss to the left there was no margin
for error, especially when another Kretin headed in the opposite
direction had wanted to pass by.
Now, though, the journey had become a little less perilous.
Rubella was driving the Kretin along a wide shelf cut deep into wall
of the abyss, which also seemed to serve as a parking area for other
Kretins. Sind’a Thighs watched as they passed by row after row of
the motionless machines standing silently like an extremely
disciplined platoon of soldiers. Shoals of fish swam in clouds around
the giant machines.
“How many Kretins are there?” The bounty hunter asked.
Rubella thought for a moment. Her expression was pained.
She was suffering considerable discomfort from the remains of her
scorched arm. “Almost a thousand, I think. There are three-hundred
based here. The rest are at bases up and down the coast.”
Sind’a Thighs shook her head slowly. “Why does Doctor
Combobulay think that clumsy walking machines will be a good
means of controlling the survivors? Very odd!”
“The wisdom of Doctor Combobulay is…”
The bounty hunter punched the weapons officer’s right ear.
“Do not spout that brainwashed rubbish!”
Rubella winced, and then sniffled. “Sorry.”
Up ahead, a huge doorway was opening in the side of the cliff.
Light flooded out onto the shelf. The two Kretins that had been
escorting them moved to one side. The communications console
activated. “Kretin 67, this is Kretin 52. Report for maintenance and
debriefing.”
Rubella replied; her voice significantly weaker than before. Her
breathing was laboured. “Kretin 52, this is Kretin 67. Affirmative.
Reporting for maintenance and debriefing.” She sighed, and then
slumped onto the console. The Kretin lurched.
Sind’a Thighs pulled Rubella back and grabbed the control stick.
The Kretin steadied. “Rubella? Stay conscious! You’ll be in the base
soon. I assume there are medical facilities there?”
The weapons officer looked up at the bounty hunter. Her eyes
blinked slowly. Her voice slurred. “Yes, there is a hospital.”
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“Good. I need you to drive us in there. It’s the only way not to
arouse suspicion. Okay?”
Rubella nodded. She sat up and took hold of the control stick.
They were now standing in the giant doorway, the entrance to a
spacious airlock. The weapons officer pushed the stick forwards,
directing the Kretin into the airlock.
The communications panel activated. A new voice was heard.
“Kretin 67, this is Fanoog Base Control. Set to automatic. Prepare
for airlock draining.”
Almost drained of energy, Rubella flicked a switch. “Fanoog
Base Control, this is Kretin 67. Automatic set.”
Rapidly the water around the Kretin dropped away through
large openings in the floor. Within less than a minute the airlock was
empty. The inner door ahead opened revealing a long chamber lined
with maintenance bays, gantries, complex equipment and vending
machines. The chamber was floodlit to an almost blinding level. The
Kretin began to step forwards.
Rubella’s breathing was growing extremely shallow. “Base
Control is driving now.”
Sind’a Thighs nodded. “Good. How long until we reach our
maintenance bay?”
“A few minutes, maybe.”
“Hmm… I need a uniform like yours. Is there one on board?”
The weapons officer head lolled, and then she pointed down to
a hatch on the floor. “The living quarters are below. I have a spare
down there.”
Sind’a Thighs looked at Rubella, and her plump body. The
uniform would be far too baggy for the bounty hunter’s slim and toned
physique, but it would have to do. “I’ll be back shortly. Hang in
there!” She opened the hatch and jumped through.
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there within a minute. There was not much time. She jumped down
through the hatch. Opening the cabinet where she had hidden her
body suit, helmet and weapons, the bounty hunter grabbed one of her
grenades. She set its control to ‘Furnace – Low Yield’, activated it,
and then climbed quickly back through the hatch, sealing it.
There was a loud thud, and then a roar as the grenade detonated.
The Kretin shuddered. After a few more seconds the noise died away.
The floor was noticeably warmer. There would be nothing left of
Rubella or Sind’a Thighs’ equipment - nothing but a blackened room
of soot and toxic smoke. Perfect.
There was clunk. The Kretin had stopped.
Through the window Sind’a Thighs could see many pale-faced
technicians shuffling large pieces of equipment about. Several more
clunks were heard – something was obviously being connected.
Diagnostic messages appeared on the screens.
The hatch above opened and a male voice shouted. “Weapons
officer Rubella Moul?”
Sind’a Thighs looked up. “Yes! That’s me!”
The man, bald, thin and with a face the colour and texture of an
uncooked pie, looked at her quizzically for a second. “Good. I’m
Maintenance Supervisor Sambert Taul. Come with me.”
The bounty hunter nodded, and then climbed out through the
hatch. She stood on top of the cockpit-less Kretin and looked around
at the huge subterranean chamber, squinting in the bright light.
The maintenance supervisor pointed at all the damage. “It’s
amazing that you survived. There’s nothing left up here!”
Sind’a Thighs nodded. “Yes, it was a shocking experience.”
“Is there any other damage?”
“There was an intense fire in the living quarters.”
Sambert looked perplexed. His sweaty pastry-like forehead
creased up. “Really? That’s unusual. How did that get started?”
The bounty hunter shrugged. “No idea. I was too busy
driving.”
“Oh. Well. We’ll fix it. You’d better get to your debriefing.”
He pointed to a gantry that had been attached to the Kretin’s left
shoulder. It led to an arched doorway cut into the rock. “Follow me.”
The supervisor walked awkwardly onto the gantry.
Sind’a Thighs followed.
The debriefing room was large and stark, with plain white walls and
ceiling, and a uniform grey floor. And there was absolutely no
furniture at all. It was a level of austerity that Sind’a Thighs had
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never seen before, not even in the strict Impaler community where she
had lived before moving to the Palace of Amino.
The bounty hunter stood in the centre of the room, her unevenly
padded blue uniform looking odd and uncomfortable. A few metres in
front of her stood a man holding a data-pad. He was not tall or short,
not fat or thin, and not old or young. He was very ordinary in
everyway, and the bounty hunter had never met anyone with such a
bored expression. He was a truly dull being, and instantly forgettable.
It took all of Sind’a Thighs’ willpower to hold back what would
probably have been the longest and deepest yawn of her life.
The man spoke. “I am Debriefing Officer Berbert Bout.”
Sind’a Thighs nodded. “And I am Rubella Moul.”
“I am aware of your identity.” The debriefing officer said. His
expression altered slightly. “But your appearance is not what I
expected.”
“How so?” The bounty hunter said, preparing to fight if her
cover was blown.
Berbert was quiet for a few moments. He looked up and down
the bounty hunter’s body.
Sind’a Thighs quickly formulated a plan, utilizing her favourite
eradication technique. She would leap forwards, kicking hard at the
briefing officer’s right knee cap. The force of impact, and the
pressure from her thighs would snap his tendons and ligaments and
crush his knee joint, bending his leg backwards. He would collapse in
agony. Half a second later, she would jump up and wrap her thighs
around his neck, dragging him down. Just before hitting the floor, she
would squeeze her quadriceps and twist her hips hard, snapping his
neck. He would be dead before he could draw his next breath –
excruciating, but very quick.
Berbert spoke. “You are unevenly shaped, and your head lacks
the double-chin and skin conditions of such a fleshy body.” The
essence of a smile appeared on his face. “You are an unusual but
appealing female specimen.”
The bounty hunter relaxed. Berbert was attracted to her. That
distraction would improve her chances of getting through this
debriefing. “Thank you.”
The smidgen of a smile disappeared from the debriefing
officer’s face. “You must now be debriefed. The process normally
takes two hours.”
The bounty hunter sighed quietly. “I see.”
“But that time must be cut short by a considerable amount.
Doctor Combobulay herself will arrive here in a few hours. She
wishes to meet you.”
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11 Formidable Strategies
Like a greased hog on ice, the Blenheim emerged from subspace at the
edge of the Droog System and slipped unseen behind the dark mass of
a small dormant comet. An arm, brimming with passive sensors,
extended beyond the edge of the comet. The sensors targeted the
planet Droog and began taking readings.
Peter the Ace and Panman were sitting in the Blenheim’s tastefully lit
main situation room at the heart of the ship. Strewn across the wide
oval conference table were the remains of a spicy feast – an essential
part of mission planning for top-class bounty hunters. For the last few
hours they had analysed the data sent back by Sind’a Thighs before
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her ship had been attacked. And they had discovered some intriguing
details.
The door to the situation room whooshed open. The Blenheim’s
now part-time assistant, Jemima Murma, entered, wearing nothing but
a black thong, a thin white belt and a strapless black bra. Her long
bleached-white hair was coiled into a thick bun on the back of her
head. She placed a tray of cheese snacks on the table.
Panman grinned. “You read my mind!” He stuffed his mouth
as full as possible, and then chomped like a hippo.
Peter the Ace agreed. “You are indeed an insightful assistant.
You predict our needs with an accuracy I’ve never seen. It’s a shame
you are no longer with us on a permanent basis.”
Jemima Murma bowed. “You are so kind to say so.” She
looked up. “If you wish it, I will cancel my studies at the Amino
Weapons Institute and return to a full-time position here.”
“I wouldn’t hear of it!” Peter the Ace said, taking one of the
snacks. “You are fulfilling your ambition to become a flesh
incineration engineer, and that is something I must not interfere with.
Justin provides adequate assistance to us, and will continue to do so
until we find a more suitable and well toned alternative.”
The assistant bowed once more. “Thank you. If you need
anything else at all, please call.” She left the situation room, her firm
exposed butt-cheeks swaying enticingly. The door whooshed closed
behind her.
A small communications console on the table bleeped. Panman
reached out and answered, his mouth still packed with food. “Yeah?”
The reply was devoid of feeling. “It is I, Justin.”
Panman swallowed. “I know! What is it?!”
“I am standing guard at the detention cell containing Radic.”
The bounty hunter laughed. “I’d almost forgotten about that
vacillated fiasco of a miscreant! How is he? Is he still blubbering like
a jilted minger?”
“'o. He is giggling and mumbling.”
“Sound’s like he’s gone mad.”
“He is mumbling about a secret operation that you are not
aware of. He is taking pleasure from the fact that, despite his
incarceration, his whore-cloning business is not over and will
continue to function with a satisfactory level of success.”
“Nonsense! Ross Mental is finishing off the remnants of his
business as we speak. Soon even Repugnius won’t have any of his
whores. He’s finished, and his business is finished. His cloning
facilities have been destroyed and his whores will soon be off the
streets for good. Tell him that and he’ll stop giggling.”
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“I obey.”
“And then get on with your cleaning tasks!” Panman ordered.
He silenced the communications channel and turned to Peter the Ace.
“Back to the business at hand!”
Operating a few controls, Peter the Ace altered the image on the
room’s massive display screen. An image of the devastated planet
Droog appeared surrounded by numerous statistics. “Right, to
summarise: eight days ago 14 large asteroids impacted on Droog.
The impact locations are spread quite evenly around the planet, as
indicated by the data received from Sind’a Thighs. The impacts
completely wiped out all sentient life, except for a few million
humanoids on the central continent – the same continent that our
exceptionally toned young bounty hunter was scanning when she was
shot down.
“Such an arrangement of impacts could not occur naturally, and
the chance of just one continent having all the survivors is remote.
What’s more, the weapon that shot down the Butt Muffin was located
in the ocean far from the shore. Despite the planet-wide destruction,
some advanced technology, far more advanced than that of the
indigenous civilisation, is still operating. What does that mean?”
Panman swallowed hard, and then spoke. “It means that a
sophisticated off-world megalomaniac caused the asteroids to collide
with Droog at locations that would wipe out most of the planet’s
population, leaving a manageable few alive and in despair on the main
continent. Those survivors, subdued to the lowest level of self-esteem
and personal hygiene, will be east targets for brainwashers and have
no choice but to become the followers of the megalomaniac’s grand
vision, whatever that may be.”
“My thinking exactly.”
Panman continued. “Of course, shooting down the Butt Muffin
was a major mistake!”
Peter the Ace nodded. “Not surprising, though.
Megalomaniacs tend to lack intelligence and common-sense on a scale
that continues to astound me.” He pointed at the screen. “Our records
indicated that the civilisation on Droog had launched many satellites
into orbit. There is nothing but debris in orbit now. I suspect the Butt
Muffin was shot down because it was mistaken for another satellite.”
Panman laughed. “Whoever they are, they’re idiots!”
“Indeed. And whatever it was that shot down Sind’a Thighs is
still pumping out regular sensor emissions from the ocean. Currently
it is near the east coast of the central continent. We will have no
trouble finding it.” Peter the Ace operated some controls and the
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small bright spotlights, each one directed at one of the vases. There
was the smell of antiseptic in the air, like that of a particularly clean
and efficient hospital, or the torture clinic of a particularly well-
trained Jigantus pain specialist.
The doctor guided the chair towards one of the nearest vases.
“This one was the first installed here. You may recognise the
occupant.”
Sind’a Thighs was curious. Occupant? As the chair slowly
passed by she peered through the tinted glass. Her eyes widened as
she saw what was inside. It was a naked shrunken humanoid,
crumpled up like a bundle of used wrapping paper, and preserved in
some kind of greenish oil. The humanoid’s eyes were nothing more
than small dark pits, and its limbs mere sticks covered with creased
and leathery skin. “Oh, yes! I recognise…” she looked down at the
humanoid’s shrivelled groin, “…him.”
Doctor Combobulay grinned, her unhealthy teeth far too visible
for comfort. “Yes! My first commandant, Dumba Bumumba. His act
of incompetence six years ago forced me to punish him in a very
special way. I created the Example Chamber to house his contorted
body as an example to others of what will happen if they do not
perform to my expectations.”
Sind’a Thighs nodded and played along. “Understandable.
Your subordinates on this vessel must be tightly controlled and
disciplined.”
The doctor laughed. “Exactly! Your understanding is as I’d
hoped.” She lifted one of her arms and made a sweeping motion.
“There are over three hundred examples in this chamber now. All
crew members are required to walk through this chamber before their
shift begins to remind them of their fate if they do not excel at their
duties.” She looked at the bounty hunter. “If there is a better way to
motivate staff, I have yet to think of it.”
Sind’a Thighs nodded. “I certainly would not presume to think
of one.”
A group of crew members passed by, bowing deeply at the
doctor. The chair was now approaching the end of the chamber.
The doctor pointed to three vases. “These are the latest
examples, installed only a day ago. They were fine officers, but I
cannot tolerate even one mistake. I must punish brutally and without
mercy. It is the only way.”
Despite her disgust at Doctor Combobulay, Sind’a Thighs had
no choice but to agree. She nodded.
Again the doctor seemed pleased with the bounty hunter’s
response. She smiled crookedly and directed the chair towards the
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chamber’s exit. “You please me, Officer Moul. You please me very
much. As one of my subordinates you are well aware of my policy on
mistakes and well aware of the severity of punishment if a mistake is
made. You should be cowering before me, yet you stand with me on
this chair without any sign of fear. You emanate confidence with a
radiance I have never seen, even from my current commandant.”
Sind’a Thighs could not help but grin. The doctor was
completely taken with her. Her first solo infiltration of an enemy
stronghold was a stunning success. Surely it could not get any better
than this? The bounty hunter bowed, suppressing the ecstasy of her
triumph. “Thank you, doctor.”
The chair trundled out of the Example Chamber.
Doctor Combobulay laughed, and then began a bout of
coughing and wheezing. When she recovered she spoke again. “As
of this moment you are promoted. You will become the assistant
commandant on the 'ebulon.”
It had just got better. The bounty hunter bowed once more, her
face beaming with genuine pleasure. “I am honoured, doctor.”
“So you should be. The position of assistant commandant is
second only to me and Commandant Fumbla.” The doctor waved.
From out of the shadows two guards appeared. “Escort Assistant
Commandant Moul to the Dressing Chamber. See that she is provided
the correct uniform, and then deliver her to Commandant Fumbla in
the command centre.”
The guards bowed silently.
Doctor Combobulay looked up at Sind’a Thighs. “Go with
them.”
The bounty hunter nodded and stepped off the chair.
With a whirr of acceleration the doctor sped away.
13 Balls of Destruction
Once again Panman found himself sitting inside a BULIT Diver. This
time, though, he was not plummeting through the atmosphere of a
giant planet. This time he was drifting at more than a 100,000
kilometres per hour behind a house-sized lump of comet, efficiently
carved off by one of the Blenheim’s energy weapons.
After his experience with the previous diver’s dodgy sentience,
Panman had wisely ordered Justin to remove most of the craft’s
intelligence. Only the most minimal remained. Just enough maintain
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marinated lizard feet, toasted for three days under a low heat, and then
served cold with a spiced blood sauce. Apparently it was good luck to
eat each foot with twenty precise chews. A great loss.” The bounty
hunter levelled the ship at an altitude of three hundred metres and
slowed its speed to a modest Mach-1. A coastline honed into view
ahead. “Well, enough chit-chat. You’d better go to your quarters and
strap yourself to your bed. I’m about to create a scene of attention-
seeking destruction. Things will get incredibly exciting.”
“Can I watch the results on my view-screen?”
Peter the Ace nodded. “Of course.”
Jemima Murma grinned. She bowed once more, and then
sprinted sexily off the bridge.
Peter the Ace looked down at the sensor information on his
console’s screen. Just ahead were the obvious remains of Sind’a
Thigh’s ship, half submerged in a river. It had been almost totally
destroyed. Accessing the Blenheim’s vast arsenal of weapons, the
bounty hunter made some shrewd selections. He targeted the nearby
coastline and brought the Blenheim to a halt right over wreckage of
the Butt Muffin.
A series of dull clanks broke his concentration. A voice,
monotone and devoid of all emotion, shattered the quiet ambience of
the bridge. “I have completed my cleaning tasks.”
The bounty hunter turned and looked at Justin. The cyborg
stood at the entrance to the bridge, his bulky metallic body rigid and
still. “Including the interior of the effluence compaction unit?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent! Take a seat and watch the show.”
“I obey.” Justin muttered, stomping over to his reinforced bench
at the back of the bridge. He sat down and focused his lifeless red eye
units on the view-screen ahead.
Peter the Ace slammed his fist onto his control console. The
ship shuddered as the topside launcher fired three missiles. The main
view-screen showed their course as they rocketed towards the ocean.
One of the missiles headed south, and another north. The third flew
straight to a position just offshore.
The missiles detonated.
With nuclear ferocity, three immensely hot balls of destruction
expanded rapidly, vaporising rock and water in an instant. For the
first time in almost two weeks, light as bright as the sun illuminated
the landscape. A wave of devastation once again spread across the
land and sea.
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The blast wave reached the Blenheim. The ship was buffeted
violently, but its shields and dampers reduced the effect to nothing
more than a rumble.
Peter the Ace smiled. “Very satisfying! That should get their
attention.”
Justin spoke. “Whose attention are you trying to acquire?”
“Those that caused all the destruction on this world, of course!”
On the screen, the fire balls had cooled, and now rose as black
mushroom clouds, sucking up thousands of tonnes of dust from the
surface.
Justin continued speaking. “It is illogical to assume that the
detonation of three nuclear devices will summon those…”
Peter the Ace frowned at his metallic assistant. “And it is
illogical for you to assume that it is logical that I, a first-class bounty
hunter of ultimate mental sharpness and unrivalled physical brawn,
have made an assumption that is illogical.”
Silently, Justin pondered his master’s words for a few seconds.
And then he spoke. “That is logical.”
Peter the Ace nodded. “Indeed it is.”
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bounty hunter. He stroked his beard for a moment, and then walked
forwards.
Sind’a Thigh’s bowed. “Assistant Commandant Rubella Moul
reporting as ordered.” She looked up and waited for the
commandant’s welcome.
With a rapid movement of his right arm, the commandant
grabbed the bounty hunter’s neck and slammed her against a nearby
control console. She was pushed down hard onto a large display
screen. The commandant spoke with quiet menace. “I did not request
an assistant. I do not need an assistant. I do not need you!”
Touching a bounty hunter without permission was a capital
offence, punishable with instant Amino justice. Sind’a Thighs felt a
strong urge to dish out some extreme punishment right now, but her
well-developed willpower quashed that urge. Punishment could wait
until later, when she would have the intense pleasure of revealing her
true identity. The bounty hunter remained in character. “It is the
desire of Doctor Combobulay that I serve as the assistant commandant.
The desires of Doctor Combobulay must be fulfilled above all others.”
Commandant Fumbla scowled for a couple of seconds, and then
released his grip. “That is true.” He looked quizzically at his new
assistant. “I don’t know what it was that convinced the doctor to
promote such a podgy little female to such a high position. But you
will fail soon enough. I look forward to visiting you in the Example
Chamber.”
Sind’a Thighs stood proudly. “I will not fail, commandant. I
can assure you of that.”
Before Commandant Fumbla could respond an alarm sounded.
He turned and looked across the command centre. A large view-
screen next to a balcony on the opposite side was displaying three
bright flashing circles. “Officer Batcheak! Report!”
The officer on the opposite balcony spoke. “Three large
simultaneous detonations have been detected!”
“Where?”
“Two on the coastline not far from where that alien ship was
brought down. The other was over the sea, just a few kilometres from
our position.”
“What caused them?”
“A vessel was detected a couple of minutes ago flying around in
that region.”
Commandant Fumbla voice boomed. “Why did you not inform
me of that?!”
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With a loud whirr, a door on the far side of the command centre
opened, flooding light into the giant room. A chair trundled out from
the door and along a precarious track to a small platform at the centre
of the spherical room. It was, of course, Doctor Combobulay.
Commandant Fumbla immediately bowed. Sind’a Thighs
followed his lead.
As soon as her chair drew to a halt, the doctor spoke. “What is
that?!” She bellowed; here voice breaking into a crackle with the
strain. She pointed at the screen showing the vessel that had caused
the explosions.
The commandant stood tall. “It was detected a few moments
ago, ma’am. It set off three large explosions. We don’t know why.
We are keeping a close eye on it.”
The doctor’s face crumpled into a deep frown. “Fool! It is
obviously here because of that ship we brought down earlier!”
“We don’t know that for sure, ma’am. I suggest that we
keep…”
“Your suggestions get feebler by the hour!” the doctor yelled,
struggling to her feet. She stood, wobbling like a mild epileptic, at the
edge of her chair. “Send all Kretins to destroy that vessel!”
“All? Surely just a few would be sufficient? We are soon to
send all Kretins on their primary mission. It would be best to…”
“Silence! Do as I order! That new vessel is obviously well-
armed. I will take no chances!”
“But the primary mission is more…”
The doctor screamed, her voice breaking up into a rasp of fury.
“This is the primary mission!”
The commandant’s eyes widened. “It is, ma’am?”
“Of course it is!”
Commandant Fumbla was confused. He bowed. “Yes,
ma’am.” He looked up to the terrace above his at the terrace were the
Kretin Control Team were situated. “Officer Shabakangoul? Send all
Kretins to the location of the new vessel and see that it’s destroyed.”
Officer Rebeka Shabakangoul, the new Kretin Control team
leader, looked down and nodded. “Yes, commandant.”
A shrill voice was heard from across the command centre. It
was Officer Batcheak. “Not good!” He shouted.
A loud muffled crunch was heard. A series of strong tremors
swept through the command centre. Alarms began sounding.
Doctor Combobulay fell back into her chair. “What is going
on?!”
Officer Batcheak yelled. “Something hit us! The hull is
breached across four decks! We’re flooding!”
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A powerful flow of frigid water flooded into the BULIT Diver. After
the initial pressure subsided, Panman clambered out, safe and cosy in
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With the help of her two maids, Doctor Satsuma Combobulay eased
herself down into her chair. Her bladder was empty, and she was
clean again. At least for the next few minutes, anyway. She looked
up at the maids. “You may go.” She said softly, and then paused for
effect before screaming. “Now!!!”
The maids bowed, and then left the doctor’s chamber.
Doctor Combobulay sighed, and then leaned back, relishing the
moment of peace. And then the communications panel on her chair’s
arm warbled. With the knobbly index finger of her wizened right
hand, she pressed the answer button. “I hope you have some good
news for me, Commandant Fumbla?”
“Yes, ma’am. An intruder has been captured down on deck
seven.”
The doctor grinned. “Very good! I assume it was my new
assistant commandant that captured the intruder?”
The commandant’s response was not immediate. “It was,
ma’am. She said that the prisoner wishes to meet with you.”
“Interesting. See that the intruder is brought up to my interview
chamber. I wish to look into this infiltrator’s eyes and see their
reaction as I inform them of their fate.”
“Assistant commandant Moul is approaching with the prisoner
now. I will send them to you.”
“Very good, commandant.” The doctor ended the
communications link. She laughed inanely for a few seconds, and
then drove her chair out of her chamber.
The wide door sank into the floor at freefall speed. Panman stepped
forwards and entered the small domed chamber beyond. He was
closely followed by Sind’a Thighs, whose pistol was wedged firmly
into the base of his neck.
The chamber was wide and ornately decorated with vile and
uncoordinated artwork, a clue as to the depraved and deluded mind of
the designer. A bearded man dressed in a blue fur cloak, stood in the
chamber.
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Peter the Ace watched the bleak and barren image on the Blenheim’s
main view-screen with interest. “How many now?”
The Blenheim replied. “THERE ARE NOW 415
UNIDENTIFIED MACHINES EMERGING FROM THE SEA.”
“Have you managed to scan one, yet?”
“SCAN RESULTS NOW AVAILABLE.”
The right side of the main view-screen changed to show details
of one of the machines. It was humanoid in shape, and more than 20
metres tall. A reflective domed head was perched between two huge
and bulky armoured shoulders. A dense array of what looked like
sensory equipment was wrapped around its thick iron-clad waist.
Peter the Ace turned to Justin, who was sitting on his reinforced
bench at the back of the bridge. “Look! They’re like you, only
bigger!”
Justin responded in his usual uninteresting manner. “Such a
comparison is purely superficial. The only resemblance to me is a
physical similarity to the proportions of my metallic humanoid form.”
Peter the Ace smiled. “That’s what I said.”
Before Justin could respond the Blenheim’s computer spoke.
“ALL HUMANOID MACHINES ARE CONVERGING ON THIS
LOCATION.”
The main view-screen showed the machines as they stomped
across the dark ash-covered beach several kilometres to the east.
“It looks like my little diversion worked perfectly. They’re
coming to get us!”
“WARNING: AN ENERGY BUILD-UP HAS BEEN
DETECTED WITHIN EACH HUMANOID MACHINE.”
Peter the Ace looked at his screens. “Hmm… Go to battle
mode!”
Immediately, the lighting on the bridge changed from a bright
and stylish ambience, to a dark and brooding level. Now, the only
light was from consoles and view-screens, each of which emanated
menacing shades of red and green – perfect for such an occasion.
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Holding three large cone-shaped nuclear warheads under his bulky left
arm, Justin entered the Blenheim’s upper rear cargo bay. Once he had
passed through the single heavily armoured door, it whisked shut
behind him, its quiet and refined motion far superior to the cyborg’s
own noisy and jerky movements.
The upper rear cargo bay was the ship’s smallest, less than a
hundred square metres in size, and was used as mainly as a store for
Panman’s vast culinary requirements. Crates of cured meat, giant
cheeses and several huge freezers took up more than half the space.
The rest of the cargo bay was empty – spare room to store any exotic
new foods that the perpetually famished bounty hunter may discover
during trips to more remote systems.
Justin activated his internal communicator and placed a call to
the bridge.
Peter the Ace answered. “How are things going, Justin?”
The cyborg answered the question in his usual dry and lifeless
manner. “I am now located in the upper rear cargo bay. I am holding
three type-two nuclear warheads as instructed.”
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“Excellent!”
“I require further orders.”
“Indeed you do, and here they are. I want you to open the side
external door, climb outside, and then make your way onto the topside
of the ship. Position yourself in the centre right in front of the engine
section.”
“I obey.” Justin said. He began to stomp towards the large
external doorway that was angled to match the curved wall and ceiling
of the cargo bay.
“Keep tight hold of those warheads!”
The cyborg’s armoured left arm tightened its grip. “I obey.”
Justin reached the external door. With his free hand he reached
out and pushed the button marked ‘Open’. A brief flurry of
inquisitive activity probed the cyborg’s digital mind as the Blenheim
pondered whether or not to authorisation the opening of the door. In
an instant, authorisation was granted. With a gentle whoosh, the door
snapped outwards slightly, and then slid away to the right.
A gust of frigid wind blew into the cargo bay as the dark vista
of the ash-ridden ocean was revealed. A faint mist of water could be
see wafting up from the ship’s underside as the deep roar of
Blenheim’s thrusters pushed against the sea.
Without any emotional reaction at all, Justin stomped to the
edge and reached round the side of the doorway with his right hand.
He grabbed onto one of the ridges in the ship’s outer armour plating,
and then allowed his cumbersome metal body to swing out. He
slammed into the ship’s hull.
The cargo door whooshed shut, leaving the cyborg locked
firmly outside.
Looking up, Justin began to climb up to the Blenheim’s topside,
carefully avoid some of the charred weapons systems in his way –
damaged by the discharge from those giant humanoid machines.
Within a minute, the cyborg was standing on the ship’s topside. He
turned to face the ship’s engine section and clunked his way to a
central position. Once there he turned and faced the front of the ship.
He stood there for a moment, looking remarkable proud holding an
armful of nuclear warheads. Of course, he did not feel proud. He felt
absolutely nothing at all. He spoke. “I am now positioned at the
central point of the topside hull directly in front of the engine section.”
“Marvellous!”
“I require further orders.”
“Here’s the plan. I’ve programmed the ship to head back
towards those humanoid machines. About a hundred kilometres from
their position the ship will climb and accelerate to 4, 350 kilometres
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per hour. At an altitude of 8,500 metres I want you to let go. The ship
will then dive and return to a low altitude to avoid the risk of further
damage from those machines.
“You, of course, will continue heading towards the machines in
a long ballistic arc. Just after you reach the peak of your arc, you will
activate and drop each of your warheads. You will drop them in such
a manner as to spread them evenly along a 35 kilometre stretch of the
coastline where those machines are emerging from the sea.
“Once you’ve dropped the warheads, you will, of course,
continue on your flight until you hit the ground approximately 26
kilometres inland.”
Justin droned a reply. “The role of ‘Multiple Warhead Ballistic
Missile’ is not part of my functional specification.”
“Your functional specification is not fixed. It’s fully extendible,
and I’m extending it!”
“I am not configured for a ballistic flight mode. I no longer
have the ability to sustain flight following the permanent removal of
my propulsion system 25 years ago.”
“You do not need to be configured for a ballistic flight mode!
You’ll automatically enter a ‘ballistic mode’ when you’re thrown off
the ship, and your momentum will maintain your flight long enough to
drop the warheads. You can use your plate-like feet to create
resistance and make corrections to your course if necessary.”
The cyborg processed the information he had just been given.
“I am not configured for a high-velocity impact.”
The tone of Peter the Ace’s voice hinted at his growing
impatience. “Ten years ago you entered the atmosphere of the planet
Gun-Loc at orbital velocity, streaked to the surface in a ball of blazing
plasma, and then crashed into the centre of the planet’s largest city
creating a crater half a kilometre wide. And you could still walk! You
are more than capable of surviving this.”
“My collision with the planet Gun-Loc caused extensive
damage to my body. My plate-like feet were…”
“'o more discussion! Your impact on this task will be nowhere
near as violent. You will follow my orders without question!
Understood?”
Justin had no choice but to obey a bounty hunter. “I understand.
I obey.”
“Excellent! Secure yourself to the ship. This is going to be one
fantastic acceleration experience! ”
The cyborg energised the powerful electro-magnets in his feet,
locking himself to the hull. He then bent over and grabbed a handhold
with his free right hand. “I am now securely attached to the ship.”
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Doctor Combobulay was still at the base of the command centre. See
looked up at the terraces and balconies above and yelled. “For the last
time, tell me what that was?”
A timid-looking woman, chubby-cheeked and pale, looked
down from one of the upper balconies. “There was an explosion,
ma’am.”
The doctor trembled. “I assumed that, you pasty cow!
Where?”
The pale woman glanced at one of her screens. “It was in the
Example Chamber, ma’am.”
“What?!” The doctor exclaimed, frowning. “What’s the status
of the Example Canisters?”
“All are compromised, ma’am.”
The doctor placed her hands on either side of her head. “All?!”
“Yes, ma’am. There was a gun battle in there. Apparently the
infiltrator and the assistant commandant were there along with quite a
few crew members.”
The doctor took a deep breath, calming herself slightly. “Were
the infiltrator and that deceitful bitch killed?”
The woman shook her head. “No, ma’am. They escaped. I’m
now tracking them in corridor 14-C. They are approaching this deck.”
“Send crew members to stop them! They must not get here!”
“There are many crew members assigned to intercepting them,
ma’am, but the infiltrator and the assistant commandant are proving
difficult to…”
The doctor screwed her eyes up with rage. “Do not give me
excuses!” She breathed noisily. “Show me images of them on the
screen. Now!”
The chubby woman nodded. A large view-screen near the
doctor flickered to life. The doctor stared at it intently. There,
rounding a corner in a corridor, she could see Panman. Next to him
was a virtually naked and remarkably slim Roubella Moul. Two crew
members appeared behind the two infiltrators and fired their weapons.
The doctor watched as Panman’s suit absorbed the energy blasts. The
bounty hunter turned and fired, burning a cauterised hole straight
through the chest of one of the crew members. The crew member
slumped to the floor. Roubella Moul fired, blasting away the other
crew member’s right arm. And then she leapt forwards, kicking out
hard at her target’s head. The crew member fell backwards and
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slammed into the floor. His body twitched; his neck vertebrae
shattered. The other crew member was still alive. The doctor
watched as Panman withdrew a knife from his belt. He stepped over
to the fallen crew member and stabbed hard and fast into his left eye.
The crew member shuddered as the knife entered his brain, and then
shuddered again as Panman twisted and withdrew the blade. Panman
and Roubella Moul continued running down the corridor.
Doctor Combobulay was fuming. “This is not acceptable! Is
everyone in my crew incompetent useless bungling idiots who die the
instant they come into contact with an infiltrator?!”
The chubby woman spoke. “The infiltrator is very powerful,
ma’am. He appears to be an expert in all forms of combat, and his
suit seems to…”
“Ensure the command centre is sealed! Stop them entering here
at all costs!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The doctor turned. “Where are we now!”
A fat wart-covered bald man answered. It was Colonel Hilber
Hamblaba. “We’ll be leaving the atmosphere in a couple of minutes,
ma’am. We’ll be in a stable orbit in…”
“Forget stable orbits! Take us to my fortress. Now!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Doctor Combobulay moved her chair. “I am going up to my
chamber. As soon as I get there I demand an update on the progress
of the Kretins attacking that ship, and details on the progress of the
primary mission.”
“Of course, ma’am.”
With a whirr of servos and actuators, the doctor and her chair
sped out of the command centre.
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essential systems were off-line, and his power supply was functioning
normally. He filed the alerts in his maintenance log, ready to be fixed
at his next service.
The light from the detonations was fading now, and turning
orange, and the cloud of ash Justin had kicked up had drifted away.
With many of his servos groaning, the cyborg got to his feet and
turned to look east. Three impressive mushroom clouds were
climbing high above the horizon, their wide and swelling heads
glowing deep amber behind the uneven net of soot that surrounded
them.
A wall of blackness was approaching. Rapidly it gained height,
until it obscured the mushroom clouds completely. Justin was
plunged into darkness, and then with an incredible punch a supersonic
blast wave swept him off his feet.
Justin was airborne once again.
Peter the Ace had watched the bridge’s main view-screen with delight
as the events of the attack unfolded. The left side had showed the
progress of Justin’s ballistic flight with an impressive 3D rending of
his journey. The right half of the screen had showed a live image of
the three massive detonations, along with an overlay of their effects.
The data regarding the humanoid machines showed that the attack had
been an unqualified success. Almost all had been destroyed. Just a
few stragglers remained. They were wandering, heavily damaged,
back towards the sea. Whatever they were for, they were no longer
capable of doing it.
But the bounty hunter was no longer concerned with the events
on the ground. He was watching some other information on a sensor
panel on his console. Two-hundred kilometres to the east, something
large, cumbersome and revoltingly coloured had emerged from the sea.
It was currently accelerating up through the atmosphere.
Peter the Ace operated a few controls. The main view-screen
switched to an enhanced image of the unidentified vessel. It was
almost two kilometres in length, and covered in curved and bulging
panels. Its colour was a highly unappealing shade of mouldy green. It
disappeared through the thick cloud layer.
Peter the Ace made a decision. “Blenheim, follow that vessel.
Match its speed and stay 100 kilometres directly behind it.”
The ship rumbled as its powerful thrusters fired.
The communications panel bleeped. It was Justin calling. Peter
the Ace answered. “Hello, Justin! See, I told you you’d survive. Not
too much damage, I hope?”
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“When the 'ebulon emerged from the sea the ship was detected
again. It looked like it was going to follow us, but then we lost
contact with it.”
The doctor’s eyes narrowed even further. “So, it definitely did
not follow us. Is that what you’re implying?”
“Erm… No, ma’am. I’m implying that we are not sure if the
ship is following us or not. We lost contact when it flew directly
behind us. The discharge from our Esultuph Version-4 propulsion
system causes massive interference with our Nokyab-Nivec third
generation sensor array. When we are cruising it is impossible to get a
clear scan of what is behind us.”
The doctor’s eyes were wide with disbelief and fury. “Why
were systems with such ridiculous levels of incompatibly installed?!”
She shuddered. “Incompetence!!!”
“The ship was constructed to your specifications, ma’am.”
The doctor scowled. “I expected my design advisors to inform
me of such incompatibilities!”
Colonel Hilber Hamblaba swallowed hard. “But ma’am, if I
remember rightly, the first advisor that raised such an issue was
mercilessly butchered in a truly horrific manner. After that, no other
advisor would dare to…”
Doctor Combobulay barked. “Point taken, colonel.” She
paused for a second. “See! I am not as conceited as you would
believe.”
“No, ma’am.”
I assume we have a means of obtaining a visual scan to the rear
of this ship?”
“I’m afraid we do not, ma’am.”
The doctor fumed. “Plain and simple ineptitude! It’s
everywhere I look! Why not?!”
The colonel strained to maintain his composure. “Again, the
design of this vessel did not include an imaging system that could be
directed towards the rear. Actually, I think that the aforementioned
advisor was trying to explain that fact when his throat was torn from
his neck by a…”
“Again, point taken!”
Five seconds of awkward silence passed.
The doctor had managed to calm herself. “Do we have a
window that looks towards the rear?”
Colonel Hilber Hamblaba sighed with relief. Finally he could
say something positive. “Yes, ma’am. There’s a maintenance
viewport between the two main engine radiators. It’s used when
engineers need to…”
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Gripping tightly onto the camera mounting, Panman jerked his body
hard. In a spray of sparks, the mounting was torn from the ceiling,
sending the bounty hunter crashing to the floor.
The first-class bounty hunter got to his feet. He looked down at
the sparking camera that he was holding. “That’s the last of them.”
He looked at Sind’a Thighs. She was wiping acres of blood off her
near naked body. “I still find it hard to believe that none of these
cameras was concealed. What brain-dead ignoramus designed this
ship?”
Sind’a Thighs was finishing wiping clean her lightly-tanned
calves. “The doctor, I presume.”
Panman frowned. “Yeah, that hideous, physically-deceptive
pseudo-crone has a lot to answer for. I must reveal her true form.”
Sind’a Thighs discarded the towel she had been using. “What
‘true form’?”
“I won’t tell you now.” Panman said, grinning. “I don’t want
to spoil the surprise!” He dropped the camera. It slammed noisily
onto the floor.
The lesser bounty hunter obviously loved surprises. “I can’t
wait! Shall we do it?”
Panman nodded and pulled a disc-shaped object from his belt –
another hyper-hot-shatter-bomb. He fiddled with its controls. It
whirred. “Not the ideal tool for the job, but it’ll still be effective.” He
placed it on the wall to his right. He operated another of its controls.
A high-pitched drilling sound could be heard as small bolts ground
into the wall. The bounty hunter let go of the bomb. It remained on
the wall, securely attached. He looked at Sind’a Thighs. “Only ten
seconds! Let’s go!”
The two bounty hunters sprinted rapidly away from the bomb.
Rounding an unevenly-designed corner, Sind’a Thighs crouched down
against the wall. Panman crouched over her, protecting her with his
armoured environment suit.
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“From your uniform, you appear to be ranked quite highly. Who are
you?”
The man said nothing. He simply stared back.
Panman was not a patient man. Setting his pistol to its lowest
power setting, he fired, burning a deep but non-fatal gash across the
warty man’s chest. The man yelped, and then frantically padded
down the flames on his burning uniform. He coughed as smoke
momentarily shrouded his face.
Panman spoke again. “Last chance. Answer my question, or
burn in torment like your colleagues.”
The man grimaced. “I am Colonel Hilber Hamblaba.”
“What do you do?”
“I am second in command of the 'ebulon.”
Panman laughed. “Really? A sallow-faced tub of saturated lard
like you?”
The colonel glared, offended at the bounty hunter’s statement.
“Yes!”
“No way! You lie!”
Despite his obvious fear, the colonel stood his ground. “I have
consummate organisational ability, and work well in a team, and as an
individual. My leadership skills are excellent, particularly my ability
to motivate others through the excretion of…”
Panman fired, burning a sparkling hole into the control console
to the left of the colonel’s head. Instinctively, the colonel ducked
down, covering his face. “Do not spout drivel in my presence!
Understood?”
Colonel Hilber Hamblaba removed his hands from his face. He
nodded. Tears made their way down his cheeks, weaving round the
clusters of warts that erupted from the pallid skin of his left cheek.
Panman smiled. “Good. Now tell me, where is this ship
going?”
The colonel sighed. “Doctor Combobulay’s Fortress.”
“Where, and what, is that?”
“It’s on a rogue planetoid that’s currently passing the edge of
this system. The doctor has many laboratories there – I don’t know
what for. The prototype Kretin and this ship were constructed there.”
With a thud, Sind’a Thighs landed next to Panman. She
remained in a crouched position for a second, and then stood. Once
again, the bare skin of her toned thighs was covered in blood.
Panman looked at her. “Been busy?”
The lesser bounty hunter nodded. “Yes, but I’m finished now.
All the crew members of this command centre have been neutralised.”
“Cool!”
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The doctor spoke, her voice crackling like frying pig fat. “What
is going on in there, colonel!”
“We had a… erm… malfunction in one of the control panels,
ma’am. Nothing serious.”
“It sounded very bad to me, colonel!”
“Erm… As you can hear, all is quiet now. Everything is fine.”
“I want an update!”
“Of course, ma’am. The ship that you suspected may be
following us is…”
“Don’t update me on this channel, you idiot! Come to my
chamber and do it personally! I want an update on that ship, and on
the capture of the infiltrator and that devious cow. And I want it in
two minutes!”
The colonel looked back at Panman.
Panman nodded.
“Of course, ma’am.”
There was a click as the communications channel closed.
Panman grinned. He looked at Sind’a Thighs. “We’re going to
enjoy this!”
24 Wine
Peter the Ace sat at the dining table in his lavish quarters. He had just
finished eating his sandwiches, and was sipping at a glass of some of
the finest wine ever made. The wine was also some of the most
exclusive - Suculan Hills grade 1, only available to first-class bounty
hunters.
The bounty hunter leaned back in his chair, which automatically
adjusted itself to offer maximum comfort.
And then the Blenheim spoke. “RESULTS OF THE LEVEL-
TWO PULSE SCAN OF THE UNIDENTIFIED VESSEL ARE NOW
AVAILABLE.”
Peter the Ace sat up straight. “Excellent!” He got to his feet
and headed over to his plush curved mocha-velvet sofa, wine in hand.
“Display them on my view-screen.”
The large view-screen on the far wall of the bounty hunter’s
quarters faded to life, displaying the results of the scan in numerous
text and graphic forms, and several images. Peter the Ace sat down
and examined the results with great interest.
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may not have any functioning energy weapons, but the Baby Blenheim
does! Thanks for the idea!”
After kissing Jemima Murma gently on her right cheek, Peter
the Ace strode proudly out of his quarters.
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Peter the Ace pushed his flight control joystick hard left, sending the
Baby Blenheim into a fast roll.
On the outside of the viewport, the Cifitra was struggling
against the incredible centrifugal forces. But it managed to maintain
its grip, jamming its well-engineered hands and feet into the gaps
between some weapons systems on the left side of the viewport.
Realising his strategy was not working, Peter the Ace released
the joystick. The ship levelled off.
The Cifitra peered in through the viewport, its smooth shiny
face and deep black eye pits devoid of any obvious sign of life. The
communicator crackled to life. “Once I had discovered the presence
of Panman, I knew that you would not be far away.”
Peter the Ace played with his controls. “It’s a well known fact
that Panman and I work as a team, so your simple logical deduction
does not impress me.”
The Cifitra banged its head against the viewport. “I am not
attempting to impress you, bounty hunter!”
“Then what are you trying to do?”
“Eliminate you!”
The bounty hunter pressed a control. Immediately, the Baby
Blenheim decelerated at an unsettling rate. The small ship’s recently
upgraded gee-dampers protected Peter the Ace from the incredible
forces. The Cifitra had no such protection, but it still managed to hold
on as four-hundred gees pulled at its thin but tough metal body. The
Cifitra was obviously upset. It banged its head rapidly and repeatedly
on the domed viewport. Even inside the insulated cockpit, the noise
was horrendous.
The Baby Blenheim spoke. “WARNING: VIEWPORT
STRESS LIMIT REACHED. BREACH POSSIBLE.”
Peter the Ace thought for a second. “How far to the nearest
solid body?”
The ship answered. “3.659 MILLION KILOMETRES.”
As the Cifitra continued its head banging frenzy, the
holographic head-up display lit up and showed a virtual and rotating
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29 Hand Crank
Panman stood at the exit hatch and looked around. Dimly lit by the
now distant Droog sun, the topside of the 'ebulon’s wide cylindrical
hull was an expanse of bulbous and murky green domes interspersed
with antennae and other pieces of sensory equipment. Behind, the
deep blue glow of the ship’s giant engines added a welcome change to
the otherwise gloomy and mouldy-looking scene.
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pulled his bulky form into the bay. At the appropriate moment Jack
Cardio closed the bay door, giving the cyborg a boost.
Justin spoke. “We are all now located in the cargo bay of your
ship.”
“I know!” Jack Cardio said with annoyance. He hated being
told what was obvious, especially by a machine. Operating a control,
the bounty hunter spun his chair round 180 degrees, and at the same
time dropped it two metres. He was now sitting in the lower
habitation section of the Gash Station which contained his small but
comfortable living quarters. To the right was a ‘wet room’, complete
with a power-shower and whirlpool bath, and to the left was a small
galley and plush sofa.
Straight ahead was a hatchway to the cargo bay. Operating
another control the bounty hunter opened the hatchway. With a
grating sound it rose into the ceiling. Justin was there gazing back at
him with his deep red vacant eyes. “Cyborg? Send the children
through.”
Using his bulky arms, Justin herded the children through the
hatchway. They stood there, shivering and wide-eyed, their thick torn
clothes, skin and bare feet covered in grey ash. They moaned softly.
Jack Cardio grimaced. “They’re filthy and repulsive!” He
stood up and pressed a control on the door to the wet room. The door
slid open. The bounty hunter pointed. “In there, now!”
With a helpful nudge from Justin, the three children scurried
into the wet room.
The cyborg spoke. “We should protect their modesty. The
females and the male should be cleaned separately.”
Jack Cardio frowned. “You said they were prepubescent! They
don’t care about such things, yet!” He played with the wash settings,
and then activated the room. “Anyway, they don’t need to be naked.”
Through the room’s transparent walls the children could be seen
squirming as dense sprays of warm water and soap enveloped them.
The force of the water was almost enough to knock them off their feet.
The bounty hunter laughed. “This is my favourite setting. Look how
much fun they’re having!”
After a minute the water sprays stopped. A swirling wind of
hot air surrounded the children, drying their bodies and clothes with
remarkable efficiency. The hot wind subsided. The door to the wet
room opened.
Jack Cardio beckoned the children. The approached cautiously,
their clothes now bright and colourful, and their long dark hair fluffed-
up like a doll’s. The bounty hunter stepped to the other side of his
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With the uneven disk of the Cifitra’s fortress looming large straight
ahead, Panman stood proudly on the topside of the 'ebulon. He
gripped the handle of the Thermal Containment Aperture’s hand crank,
holding open the aperture. A stream of energetic gas continued to
shoot out into space. He had been holding the aperture open for more
than thirty-minutes now, and in a couple of minutes enough gas will
have been vented to ensure the engine overload. The resulting
explosion would be nothing short of invigorating. At least that was
what the bounty hunter hoped.
Panman looked to his right. There, docked to one of the
'ebulon’s airlocks, was the ever-impressive Blenheim – a vision of
pure might and terror against the black canvass of space. Even though
Panman had flown in that particular ship for several decades, the sight
of it still filled him with a deep sense of awe and pride. After
allowing himself a few moments of quiet admiration he activated his
communicator. “Ace? How are things over there? You’re going to
have to detach in a minute or two, remember?”
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Ahead the view was now almost filled with the dark and jagged
fortress of the Cifitra. It was indeed an icy rogue planetoid devoid of
beauty and grace - a fitting location for a Cifitra’s hideout.
Panman felt himself grow heavier as the 'ebulon suddenly
altered course and followed what was obviously a pre-programmed
flight path to the fortress.
Peter the Ace spoke over the communicator. “That big ugly
ship of yours seems to be heading for an opening in an ice cliff in the
northern hemisphere of that planetoid.”
Panman chuckled. “Just as I’d hoped. It’s now pointing
exactly where I want it to!”
Another message appeared in Panman’s head-up display. It was
time. With the jagged icy surface of the planetoid now spreading
beneath in all directions, Panman crouched, and then pushed off hard.
He drifted up and away from the domed green hull of the 'ebulon.
The bounty hunter gasped at the sight below. As the huge mouldy-
coloured vessel dropped away, the full frigid vista of dimly lit ice
became visible, speeding by just a few kilometres below.
Panman grinned, thrilled at the precarious nature of his
predicament. To celebrate, he selected some spiced chicken paste
from his suit’s food menu and gulped it down. And then he noticed
that he was bathed in light from above. Looking up, the bounty hunter
could see the dense bulk of the Blenheim, its lower cargo bay doors
wide open and welcoming. With the poise and elegance of a Hina
prancer, Panman drifted into the brightly lit cargo bay. Reaching out,
he grabbed a handhold. The cargo bay doors closed beneath him, the
bay was re-pressurised, and then gravity was restored. The bounty
hunter slammed down onto the plated flooring. He opened his helmet
and then activated his communicator. “Ace? What’s the status of that
ship?”
“Sensors show a remarkable build-up of energy in its engine
section. It’s going to detonate any second now!”
Panman rushed to a nearby console. He activated its screen,
and then tapped into the Blenheim’s visual array. A high-definition
image of the 'ebulon was displayed, a mass of black smoke billowing
round its rear end. Random jets of flame were forcing their way out
from splits in the ship’s armour plating.
And then a white flash burst across the screen.
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The light levels on the bridge of the Blenheim were low and deeply
atmospheric. Battle mode was still active.
Peter the Ace was watching the detonation of the 'ebulon in
super-high-definition glory on the Blenheim”s main view-screen.
Reclining in his luxurious command chair, he smiled broadly as the
full grandeur of Panman’s plan expanded before him.
Sind’a Thighs was also on the bridge. She had bathed, cleaning
away the bloody evidence of her recent exploits, and she now stood
proudly behind her idol wearing a tight white translucent body suit, a
wide pink waistband, transparent sandals, and a white woolly bobble-
hat, all borrowed from Jemima Murma’s vast wardrobe.
Peter the Ace nodded with pride. “Panman certainly knows
how to overload a power system. That is one magnificent sight.”
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Cautiously, the three children climbed off the bed and walked
slowly towards the airlock, and then stopped halfway. They looked
nervously at Jack Cardio, and then at Justin. With a whirr of servos
and hydraulics, the cyborg reached up and pointed to the airlock
entrance. The children started walking again and entered the airlock.
With a swish of his long brown cloak, the bounty hunter followed.
Justin attempted to squeeze through the cargo bay hatch. “I will
accompany you.”
Jack Cardio turned. “No way! You’re too big.”
“I must return to the Blenheim. I am in need of further
diagnostic tests, and I have duties to perform.”
“You can’t come this way, idiot! Once were out of here you
can seal that hatchway and go out through the external door. I’m sure
the Blenheim has plenty of large cargo bays you can get into.”
After a second of digital thought the cyborg responded. “I
obey.”
Jack Cardio nodded. “Good.” He turned and joined the
children in the airlock. He thought for a moment. For them this was
just another bewildering experience to add to all the others they must
have gone through since their home world was devastated. He felt
sorry for them. There was no way for them to realise just how
privileged they were to be visiting the Blenheim. Perhaps one day
they would look back on the experience and appreciate the true
magnitude of the occasion.
Sind’a Thighs stood at the centre of the Blenheim’s port side reception
area and faced the airlock entrance. Despite being surrounded by the
luxurious carpeting, artwork, deep leather sofas and subtle ambient
lighting, she did not feel relaxed. She felt nervous, excited, sweaty
and thirsty. She dreaded meeting Jack Cardio again, but she also
craved his presence and warmth.
She was confused.
A control panel next to the airlock bleeped twice, and the light
above turned green.
Looking down, the bounty hunter straightened her pink
waistband, and then ran her hands over her hips and thighs, pressing
out any creases in her white translucent body suit. And then she stood
up straight, took a deep breath, and spoke. “Open the airlock.”
With a smooth whoosh, the airlock’s door slid sideways.
Three very clean-looking children stood there, their large cute
eyes staring directly at Sind’a Thighs. The bounty hunter stared back
at them for a moment, before turning her attention to the tall cloaked
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figure behind. The figure spread his arms and ushered the children
forwards. They all stepped into the sumptuous reception area.
Sind’a Thighs nodded, her heart thumping. “Welcome onboard
the Blenheim.”
The children immediately crowded round Sind’a Thighs,
naturally drawn to an older female for protection.
“I was hoping you’d be here.” Jack Cardio said.
Sind’a Thighs looked at him. His dreadlocks, flowing down
over his broad shoulders, send a shiver of desire through her body, but
a sense of shame made her look away. “I guess you’ve heard about
my disgraceful performance, then?”
Jack Cardio stroked her cheek. “I was shocked to hear of your
failure and the loss of your ship. But from what I gather you’ve more
than made up for that. I’m so proud of you!”
“Really?”
“Really.”
Sind’a Thighs looked at him. “Thank you.” Leaning forwards
she kissed him deeply.
The dreadlocked bounty hunter responded, wrapping his arms
around her. He moved his hands gently down her back until they
rested on her toned buttocks. He squeezed. “I missed you. I wish my
previous mission had not been so long and remote.”
Sind’a Thighs smiled. “So do I. I was anxious about seeing
you again after all this time. I thought you’d have found someone else
on your travels and forgotten about me.”
Jack Cardio smiled. “Actually, I did find someone. A
curvaceous beauty named Kaela. She’s a stripper on the Damx
Elation Station.”
Sind’a Thighs was shocked. She took a step back.
The dreadlocked bounty hunter laughed at her reaction. “Don’t
worry! I wanted her for sex only. Her body, although nowhere near
as toned, reminded me of yours. Each time I pleasured her I was
thinking of you.”
Sind’a Thighs narrowed her eyes. “Sure?”
He nodded. “I used her to release tension. She meant nothing
more to me than that.”
Sind’a Thighs signed with relief and smiled. Playfully, she
punched his shoulder. “Good!”
Jack Cardio smiled, and then looked around. “It’s hard to
believe that I’m actually on board the Blenheim! This is really cool!”
“It is a remarkable ship. I was lucky when Peter the Ace and
Panman rescued me from a life of drudgery within the Impaler
Community. When I hear other bounty hunters speaking of how much
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they would like to visit this ship I realise just how fortunate I’ve been.
Most of them will never even get close, let alone come onboard.”
Jack Cardio nodded. “You are very lucky. Maybe you could
give me a quick tour?”
“Maybe,” she teased, “but first I must take the children to one
of the guest quarters.”
“Of course. I’ll come with you, and then we can…”
The communcations panel on the wall of the reception activated.
Peter the Ace spoke. “Mister Cardio, thank you for dropping off
Justin and the children.”
“No problem.”
“Sind’a Thighs will take care of them now. Please return to
your ship and detach. We are about to reach the Cifitra and could use
your assistance.”
Jack Cardio’s expression changed momentarily to
disappointment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Of course.”
“Excellent! Peter the Ace out.”
Sind’a Thighs smiled sweetly. “Later?”
Jack Cardio nodded, and then grinned. “Later!” With a swish
of his cape, he turned and strode purposefully into the airlock.
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of vapour. Peter the Ace and Panman watched as the mechanoid, still
lifeless, drifted closer to the Blenheim.
Panman leaned back in his luxurious chair and rested his hands
behind his head. “Looks as dead as a bleach-filled belly dancer to
me!”
Peter the Ace nodded. “An accurate analogy.”
The Cifitra was still drifting upwards. It was now less than ten
metres from the ship.
Panman was thinking. “That evil robot would make an
excellent sculpture in one of the Palace of Amino’s parks!”
“Indeed it would.”
Panman leaned forwards and examined his screens.
“Everything indicates that it’s dead.” He looked at his companion.
“Let’s grab it and go home.”
Peter the Ace nodded. “What a fantastic plan!”
A heavily modulated voice spoke over the communicator. “I
knew you would return!”
The bounty hunters looked at the main view-screen. The Cifitra
had turned, and was now staring back at them, its deep pit-like eyes as
lifeless as always. The mechanoid was now only a metre from the
Blenheim.
Peter the Ace slammed his hands onto his control console.
With flawless dexterity he activated the sublight engines. The
Blenheim accelerated rapidly.
But it was not rapid enough.
The main view-screen showed the surface of the asteroid as it
sped passed. It also showed the face and upper body of the Cifitra as
it gripped tightly to the hull.
As the surface of the asteroid fell away to be replaced by the
blackness of space, the evil machine spoke. “I will tear you apart,
bounty hunters! I will crush your limbs and your organs.! I will
destroy your desire to exist! ”
Panman laughed. “Oh really?! How are you going to get to us?
Rip up the ship first?”
With a shrill and rasping scream the Cifitra arched its back and
then thrust its head forwards. The image on the main view-screen
disappeared for a moment, and then was replaced with an image of the
view ahead.
The Blenheim spoke. “WARNING. HULL BREACH –
SECTION SEVENTEEN A.”
Panman looked down at his sensor readings. “Hmm… I guess
its answer to my final question was ‘Yes’!”
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35 Hug
The three children seemed to love the deep luxurious carpeting of the
Blenheim’s guest quarters. They were sitting on the floor happily
together, each wrapped in a warm white bath towel for extra comfort.
A couple of metres in front of them was a wall-sized ultra-high-
definition view-screen. They gazed in amazement at the colourful
cartoon images that danced around the screen, put on to distract them
from their depressing situation. Judging by their giggling the strategy
seemed to have worked.
Sind’a Thighs sat cross-legged on the huge three-metre wide
bed at the centre of the guest quarters. She smiled as she watched the
children. “They must have experienced such horrors down on their
planet. It’s good to see them happy!”
Jemima Murma was standing at a refreshments dispenser at the
far side of the room. Her hair was still tied in a single ponytail, but
now she was wearing a simple red knee-length evening dress. “In a
way they are very lucky.” She said, placing three glasses of fruit juice
on a tray. She walked over to the children. “Now they’ll live at the
Palace of Amino, and be brought up by menial staff and cyborgs in
ultra-high-tech surroundings. They would never have had such an
opportunity on their own world.” She handed each child a drink.
They sipped eagerly.
Sind’a Thighs nodded. “That’s so true. And if they excel at
their studies, they may have the opportunity to begin bounty hunter
training - a privilege almost beyond comprehension.”
Jemima Murma joined the bounty hunter on the bed. “One day
they will be thankful that their civilisation, and everyone they knew
there, was wiped out. Good always comes from bad, and
opportunities never fail to rise from the ashes of destruction.”
The sensation of acceleration interrupted the conversation.
Peter the Ace’s voice was heard. “I’m afraid the Cifitra is still
alive. It is trying to punch its way through our hull in an attempt to
tear our limbs off. Don’t worry. I’m going to perform some
manoeuvres that should sort things out. The gee-dampers will not be
able to completely hide the effects of what I’m about to do, so hold
on!”
Immediately, a sideways force pulled Sind’a Thighs and
Jemima Murma off the bed. They tumbled to the floor towards the
three children. The children had already slid over to the giant view-
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screen. They were looking around; fear once again filled their large
and cute eyes.
To comfort them, Sind’a Thighs grabbed two of them and held
them close to her chest in a firm hug. Jemima Murma held the
remaining child.
An opposite force pushed them all over to the bed, its deep
cushioning softening their impact.
The children cried.
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The bridge was in chaos. Alarms sounded and red warning lights
flashed. Display screens were filled with damage reports.
Peter the Ace gripped the plush leather arms of his command
chair. “That was an extraordinary experience!” He said, silencing the
alarms. Peace and quiet returned.
Panman pealed himself off the weapons console. He grinned.
“Can’t argue with that!” He looked at his screens. “Only the fast-
scan sensors are working, but it looks like the Gash Station was
utterly decimated. And so was Jack Cardio.”
“An unfortunate but necessary sacrifice.” Peter the Ace said.
He lowered his head as a sign of respect. “His achievements will not
be forgotten.” After a moment’s pause he looked up. “What about
the Cifitra?”
Panman called up some new data. “Torn apart like a rat in a
yam peeler!”
“Excellent!”
“Yeah! Only its head remains intact.”
“That sad machine certainly has a tough cranium!”
“It’s still impossible to tell whether it’s still alive.”
Peter the Ace played with his control console. “I’ll take us to
the head’s position.”
The Blenheim lurched sideways.
Peter the Ace apologised. “Sorry about that. The stability
system is off-line.” He guided the ship through the debris field.
The main view-screen showed the view ahead – including a
view of the head.
Peter the Ace slowed the ship. It drew to a halt a few metres
from the Cifitra’s head. The head, looking as lifeless as always,
rotated slowly against the blackness of space. “It looks well and truly
dead.”
Panman smiled. “That’s what you said last time!”
“I did, didn’t I?! But this time I’ll be happy if I’m wrong. If
that head’s alive it’ll make a great exhibit in the Palace of Amino’s
Mad Animated Head gallery.”
Panman frowned. “I didn’t know the palace had such a
gallery?”
“It doesn’t. But if that Cifitra’s head is still alive, I’ll open one
as soon as we get back! It’ll be the prime exhibit!”
Panman punched the air. “Awesome!”
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38 Brainwashed
The hydraulic systems in both his legs had burst like boiled eyeballs,
and most of the servos in his left hand had seized up. He had the
mobility of a grandmother and the strength no greater than a baby
elephant. Although he had managed to maintain his hold on the hull
during the Blenheim’s extraordinary sublight acceleration, Justin was
not in good shape.
Now, Justin continued to hold onto the hull as the ship
repositioned to bring the disembodied head of the Cifitra within his
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reach. Through the dissipating cloud of debris that had once been the
Gash Station, and indeed Jack Cardio, the cyborg used his sensors to
scan for the head. The surrounding debris was outlined in shades of
blue as the cyborg’s visual external interface marked, identified and
logged anything it found as it searched for the Cifitra’s head. The
head was found twenty metres ahead and immediately outlined in red.
Statistical information on the head’s dimensions, mass and
composition appeared next to the head in a simple transparent tabular
format. Justin had all the data he required. A burst of simulated
satisfaction was sent to the cyborg’s artificial brain. It was the closest
he would ever come to pleasure.
The communicator embedded deep in Justin’s densely shielded
metal head crackled to life. Panman spoke. “The head is right in
front of you. Can you see it?”
Justin responded in his usual listless manner. “I am aware of
the head’s position.”
“Good. Grab it when it gets within reach.”
“I obey.”
Stretching out his bulky right arm, Justin placed his chunky-
fingered hand in the path of the head. Within a couple of seconds the
head arrived. Justin grabbed it, and then pulled it towards his
armoured chest. “I have retrieved the head.”
“Cool! I’m opening cargo bay door. Come on in.”
“I obey.”
“And don’t dawdle! We want to head home as soon as
possible.”
“I obey.”
A couple of metres ahead the external door to the upper rear
cargo bay pushed outwards, and then slid sideways. A wash of bright
light flooded out into the gloom. Struggling with his damaged
appendages, Justin made his way across the Blenheim’s hull until he
reached the doorway. With a yank of his severely weakened left arm,
the cyborg pulled himself into the brightly lit cargo bay. For a second
he floated in weightlessness, but then the ship’s artificial gravity took
hold, slamming him into the bay’s hard grated surface. With his
damaged servos groaning, Justin stood upright. He turned to face the
external door and touched a control marked ‘Close’. The door slid
smoothly shut.
Immediately the cargo bay pressurised, sending a whoosh of
dense air swirling around.
Justin spoke. “I am now inside the upper rear cargo bay.”
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Justin reached and opened the exit from the cargo bay. “You
are attempting to brainwash me into helping you escape. I am
incapable of being brainwashed.”
Justin stepped through the exit and into the plush corridor
beyond. He headed towards the lift.
The Cifitra head spoke again. “If you are not willing to take me,
perhaps you could give me something?”
Justin entered the lift. “There is nothing I have that would be of
use to you.” The lift closed its door and then descended.
“You have something that is of great use to me. With it I can
take you to the meeting place. I will make you great!”
The lift stopped and its door opened. “I am taking you to the
detention area where I am ordered to incarcerate you.” Justin stepped
out of the lift. “You are a prisoner of the Bounty Hunters of the
Palace of Amino. I am unable to assist you.”
The Cifitra head rasped. “No! It is you who is a prisoner of the
bounty hunters! You are forced to obey your egotistical masters
without question! They treat you like excrement, and they laugh at
your bulkiness the minute you are gone!”
Justin stopped. “Your last statement is illogical. My apparent
bulkiness is a result of the manufacturing process used to create…”
The Cifitra head screamed. “It is not illogical! I have
witnessed their laughter! You are a joke to them!” After a pause, the
Cifitra head spoke again, this time in a deep and almost whispering
voice. “And they consider you expendable.”
Justin looked down. “I can perform more than 3,000 distinct
and useful tasks. It is illogical for me to be considered…”
“Think! You know it to be true! You are expendable!”
Justin remained silent.
After a few seconds the Cifitra head warbled once more. “The
Cifitra would not consider you expendable.”
Justin thought for a few seconds. “I do not want to be
considered expendable.”
The Cifitra head lowered its voice. “Then give me what I
want.”
Peter the Ace entered the guest quarters. It was a haven of relaxation.
To the left, the three children were sitting quietly together on the lush
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Sind’a Thighs’ eyes finally filled with tears. “I will miss him.”
She said, her voice shaking.
Peter the Ace stepped forwards and took her in his arms. “I
know.”
Sind’a Thighs sobbed. “He was so good to me, so kind and
thoughtful. He pleasured me beyond what I thought was possible.”
She looked up at her superior. “At least he did not suffer.”
“Actually, he suffered greatly.” Peter the Ace said, continuing
his policy of brutal honesty. “Our sensors showed that the Cifitra had
burst up through his groin and ruptured most of his internal organs.
He was in extreme agony for a few minutes before his decimation.”
Sind’a Thighs buried her head in Peter the Ace’s chest armour
and wept.
The first-class bounty hunter patted her back. “But whilst he
was suffering he remained composed and professional. You can be
proud of that.”
The lesser bounty hunter looked up and nodded. “I am proud.”
She said. “Very proud. I hope his achievements are not forgotten.”
Peter the Ace smiled. “Don’t worry, all his achievements will
be remembered with honour and respect. As tradition dictates, Jack
Cardio’s name, his image and a detailed account of his death will be
displayed in the Palace of Amino’s Hall of Dutiful Demise.”
Sind’a Thighs took a deep breath. “That’s good. He achieved
many things.” After a few moments she forced a smile. “I have
accepted his demise. I’m fine now.”
Peter the Ace grinned. “Excellent!” He motioned towards the
exit. “I think you need a snack. Let’s go to the galley, shall we?”
Sind’a Thighs nodded. She dried her eyes. “What about the
children?”
Peter the Ace looked at them. “They can come too. There are plenty
of sugary drinks down there to keep them occupied.”
The Blenheim’s main galley was filled with a blistering array of the
very latest state-of-the-art food preparation technology. Pioneered by
the gastronomists of the Palace of Amino’s Institute of Techno-
Gorging, the technology could prepare and cook almost any known
dish from almost any known cuisine. It was one of the most
remarkable and sophisticated food preparation areas in the galaxy, yet
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its capabilities were unknown to all except a select few at the Palace
of Amino, and its culinary delights had been experienced by even
fewer.
Panman was sitting alone at the galley’s spacious curved seating area.
He was munching steadily on a frosted custard-filled doughnut the
size of a dinner plate. The Joker-like grin on his face was an obvious
sign of the pleasure of the experience. It was not only the massive
doughnut that gave him the pleasure, though. It was also the bounty
hunter’s chance for some private time in the galley. It was time that
he often took during the cruising phase of missions – one of the few
times he could truly savour the culinary delights of the galaxy’s
sweetest cuisine, and contemplate the true meaning of the sensation of
taste.
After swallowing a particularly dense piece of the doughnut,
Panman remembered something. He looked at his chronometer. It
was ten minutes since Justin had last called. The cyborg was
supposed to call again when he had imprisoned the Cifitra head.
Annoyed at Justin’s apparent impertinence, the bounty hunter
activated his communicator. “Justin? Where are you?”
Justin replied. “I am in the detention centre.”
“I told you to report when you had locked up the Cifitra. Why
didn’t you?”
“The Cifitra is not locked up, therefore the time that you
required me to report has not yet….”
“Stop waffling! Why are you taking so long?”
“The Cifitra and I were discussing my place in the Palace of
Amino and the conditions of my…”
Panman frowned. “I’m not interested in mechanoid chit-chat!
Get the head of that artificial freak locked up now! And when you’ve
done that, get down to the main cargo bay. It needs tidying up.”
“I am unable to…”
Panman was desperate to get back to eating his doughnut.
“Don’t make excuses! Just do it!” He silenced the communicator.
The galley’s door whooshed open and Peter the Ace walked in.
He was followed by Sind’a Thighs, who was shepherding the three
children. As the door closed Peter the Ace spotted Panman and
grinned. “Why am I not surprised to see you down here?! Mind if we
join you?”
Panman shook his head. “Not at all.” He showered the galley
in crumbs.
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Peter the Ace hit a control on the table’s surface. A thick blast
door dropped into place, sealing the galley from the rest of the ship.
The children cried and buried their heads in Sind’a Thighs chest.
She gave them a reassuring hug.
A deep thumping noise could be heard as the Cifitra pounded
on the closed door. Its voice screamed over the communicator. “You
fear me, bounty hunters! You are cowering behind this door in
despair!”
Peter the Ace responded calmly. “You are greatly mistaken.”
“I am not! This vessel is now mine to do with as I please. You
are also mine to do with as I please. You are doomed!”
“Wrong again.”
“I am never wrong! I will slaughter you as I slaughtered your
companion – slowly, and from the inside out! And then I will take this
ship to the…”
Panman spoke. “You will take this ship nowhere, you simple-
minded metallic freak! You’re going down!”
The thumping noise increased in volume. The Cifitra pounded
the door harder and harder. Its voice rasped and hissed. “You are
very unwise to arouse my anger, Panman! I shall ensure that your
death is the slowest and most...”
Peter the Ace silenced the communicator. “That Cifitra is
annoying, don’t you think?” He operated a control on the table. The
galley’s view-screen faded to life. An image of the Cifitra could be
seen as it pounded the galley’s door.
Sind’a Thighs spoke, her voice tinged with worry. “Can it get
inside?”
“Of course not.” Peter the Ace said, looking at the lesser
bounty hunter. “The head may be a Cifitra, but the body is not.
Justin’s bulky frame is designed for menial tasks such as box-stacking,
scrubbing and pizza preparation. It is far inferior to a Cifitra’s in
every conceivable way. It does not have the strength to break through
such a finely engineered blast door.”
Sind’a Thighs nodded. “Of course, I should have known that.”
“You should.”
Panman was getting impatient. “It may not be able to get in,
but I don’t want to spend the entire voyage home stuck in here, no
matter how much awesome food there is! Let’s get this sorted!”
Peter the Ace looked at his companion. “Do you have a plan?”
Panman nodded. “Of course. And, as always, it’s
phenomenal!”
“I’m intrigued! Please explain.”
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