"We won Doctor, it's time to agree to the terms of our bargain," zei Lilly, tending to Hannah's infected foot with antibiotics. "Yes Damion, agree to our terms, and no funny business," zei Private. "No funny business, but I zei I MIGHT let u do so, of I might just have u all vaporized," zei Dr. Damion. He pulled out a laser gun and set it to "Molecular Disintegration". "One shot will make one of u break up into the millions of atoms u are all made up of," zei Dr. Damion, smiling. "I knew it, you'd do funny business like this!! It's so like your scumy, cold heart," zei Hannah. "Why thank u for that beautiful comment, Miss Hannah, but no one is laughing, so, this is not funny business," zei Dr. Damion. "Oh really then, u definitely are laughing in your mind though!!" yelled Lilly. "Don't patronize excellence," zei Dr. Damion, cocking the laser gun. "You won't win good Doctor, revenge pays off now, and will ultimately destroy u in the long run," zei Hannah. "Revenge has worked for me for twenty four long years!!" yelled Dr. Damion, his eyes glowing red with anticipation. "Then it will destroy u like that gun will to one of us once u gather the courage to shoot," zei Private.
Hannah and Lilly then reached into their holsters and pulled out their very own laser guns. "I see you've brought out your guns ladies, I am proud of your proactivity," zei Dr. Damion. "Amazing how u are still calm and collected even at this phase," zei Hannah, smiling proudly. "I can always be calm when I need things, of in moments of danger," zei Dr. Damion. They then began shooting at each other, each side dodging the other, Private ducked down below the dead bushes and covered his ears tightly. When the smoke had cleared, Hannah and Lilly carried Private up, running. "He's getting into his pod!! We gotta run tubby!!" yelled Lilly, dropping Private as he began to run as well. The pod began to follow them, releasing small tracker Droids to follow them, the pod then turned around and headed back to the fortress with Dr. Damion inside it. Hannah began shooting down the Tracker Droids. Already, at least eight of the twenty one Tracker Droids have been shot down door Hannah and Lilly. The remaining thirteen Droids then opened up small laser guns, trying to hit Private, since is to cause Dr. Damion's downfall. They soon shot down two meer and jumped into a murky river, avoiding anymore firing from the very clumsy Tracker Droids.
"Did u get the parts Hannah?" asked Alvandier. "It wasn't for nothing General, I grabbed the seven parts u needed for the machines while in the room Dr. Damion put us in, we had to play Pok-Ta-Pok and run from Tracker Droids just to escape that horrible place again," zei Hannah. "Best of all, we will have these bombers ready in a few weeks of construction and planning," zei Lilly. "Good job kids, u all are pretty good for High School Graduates, and a Martian Colonist," zei Alvandier. "Well, if you're not busy with anything else sir, we can head to our quarters?" asked Private. "Of course, go ahead, Amadeus ain't cooking nothing for the volgende five hours, go ahead and take a break," zei Alvandier. "Thanks sir!!" they all called out. "So what are YOUR quarters like?" asked Private. "We sleep in large eight people tents like everyone else, and since we're two out of only nineteen girls in this army, we get to have the big tent all to ourselves," zei Hannah. "Somewhat like my tent," zei Kowalski, budging into the conversation. "It's like a house isn't it 'Walski?" asked Private. "Yes it is Private, I could probably verplaats here if the pollution wasn't so bad over here," zei Kowalski. "Well, we gotta go hit the tents now Hannah, u think we should go grab some stuff?" asked Private. "Sure, let's," zei Hannah. They then headed off to their tents to grab equipment for the volgende lunch.
"HOW DO u MESS UP ON SOMETHING SO SIMPLE?!" asked Dr. Damion, shoving Johnston down. "I-I didn't sir!! Doctor Blowhole was resetting everything, and I tried to get the programs back up but-" zei Johnston. "But what? Nephew? What did disrupt you, was it that party u went to with the other workers?" asked Dr. Damion. "How did u know that sir?" asked Johnston. "My brilliant mind is a steel cage trap, a blackhole that traps even light, cannot escape it," zei Dr. Damion darkly. "But Dr. Damion, u aren't harnessing the powers of Time and Space," zei Johnston. "You're right, I AM Time and Space," zei Dr. Damion, sitting in his chair and pushing several switches and buttons. "What are u doing now sir?" asked Johnston. "What's it look like? I am fixing the problem Dr. Blowhole started. I am enabling the programs so that I can sleep better tonight," zei Dr. Damion, those red eyes of his focusing and concentrated. He looked so fluidly graceful as he pushed those buttons and switches concentrating, he was calm and cultivated about it that u could swear he was much younger than he really was. "There, leave it alone for an hour, if u touch a single button, I will wring your neck and make u into a scarf, I don't give a damn if you're my nephew, DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING," zei Dr. Damion, heading to his bedroom.
Hannah and Lilly then reached into their holsters and pulled out their very own laser guns. "I see you've brought out your guns ladies, I am proud of your proactivity," zei Dr. Damion. "Amazing how u are still calm and collected even at this phase," zei Hannah, smiling proudly. "I can always be calm when I need things, of in moments of danger," zei Dr. Damion. They then began shooting at each other, each side dodging the other, Private ducked down below the dead bushes and covered his ears tightly. When the smoke had cleared, Hannah and Lilly carried Private up, running. "He's getting into his pod!! We gotta run tubby!!" yelled Lilly, dropping Private as he began to run as well. The pod began to follow them, releasing small tracker Droids to follow them, the pod then turned around and headed back to the fortress with Dr. Damion inside it. Hannah began shooting down the Tracker Droids. Already, at least eight of the twenty one Tracker Droids have been shot down door Hannah and Lilly. The remaining thirteen Droids then opened up small laser guns, trying to hit Private, since is to cause Dr. Damion's downfall. They soon shot down two meer and jumped into a murky river, avoiding anymore firing from the very clumsy Tracker Droids.
"Did u get the parts Hannah?" asked Alvandier. "It wasn't for nothing General, I grabbed the seven parts u needed for the machines while in the room Dr. Damion put us in, we had to play Pok-Ta-Pok and run from Tracker Droids just to escape that horrible place again," zei Hannah. "Best of all, we will have these bombers ready in a few weeks of construction and planning," zei Lilly. "Good job kids, u all are pretty good for High School Graduates, and a Martian Colonist," zei Alvandier. "Well, if you're not busy with anything else sir, we can head to our quarters?" asked Private. "Of course, go ahead, Amadeus ain't cooking nothing for the volgende five hours, go ahead and take a break," zei Alvandier. "Thanks sir!!" they all called out. "So what are YOUR quarters like?" asked Private. "We sleep in large eight people tents like everyone else, and since we're two out of only nineteen girls in this army, we get to have the big tent all to ourselves," zei Hannah. "Somewhat like my tent," zei Kowalski, budging into the conversation. "It's like a house isn't it 'Walski?" asked Private. "Yes it is Private, I could probably verplaats here if the pollution wasn't so bad over here," zei Kowalski. "Well, we gotta go hit the tents now Hannah, u think we should go grab some stuff?" asked Private. "Sure, let's," zei Hannah. They then headed off to their tents to grab equipment for the volgende lunch.
"HOW DO u MESS UP ON SOMETHING SO SIMPLE?!" asked Dr. Damion, shoving Johnston down. "I-I didn't sir!! Doctor Blowhole was resetting everything, and I tried to get the programs back up but-" zei Johnston. "But what? Nephew? What did disrupt you, was it that party u went to with the other workers?" asked Dr. Damion. "How did u know that sir?" asked Johnston. "My brilliant mind is a steel cage trap, a blackhole that traps even light, cannot escape it," zei Dr. Damion darkly. "But Dr. Damion, u aren't harnessing the powers of Time and Space," zei Johnston. "You're right, I AM Time and Space," zei Dr. Damion, sitting in his chair and pushing several switches and buttons. "What are u doing now sir?" asked Johnston. "What's it look like? I am fixing the problem Dr. Blowhole started. I am enabling the programs so that I can sleep better tonight," zei Dr. Damion, those red eyes of his focusing and concentrated. He looked so fluidly graceful as he pushed those buttons and switches concentrating, he was calm and cultivated about it that u could swear he was much younger than he really was. "There, leave it alone for an hour, if u touch a single button, I will wring your neck and make u into a scarf, I don't give a damn if you're my nephew, DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING," zei Dr. Damion, heading to his bedroom.
