By Tim Sevenhuysen
Posted May 5, 2012
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Milly said, “I think that’s everything, right guys?” She gave Haglyn and Overard pointed looks.
Haglyn raised her eyebrow in a “why-are-you-asking-me?” kind of way, but Overard caught on more quickly. “Right,” he said, “no secrets here!”
“Hey,” said Tic, “wait a minute. This is my ship. You can’t just take over like this!”
The curator harrumphed. “Got a better solution? We’re under attack! I need your ship, and you need my weaponry. If you had any real armaments, or even some specialized ammunition, I’d welcome you to have at it…”
Tic was about to retort, but another attack from the Liberati rocked the loading bay. “Urgh. Fine! But I’m taking copilot.”
The curator acceded the claim, and Tic led him and a staffer—Jeffries, according to his name tag—into the cockpit. Jeffries took the pilot’s seat and began acclimating himself to Pelly’s controls. Another museum staffer bustled in and pulled Milly, Haglyn, and Overard off the ship into the loading bay.
As Pelly’s sublight engine warmed up, Tic’s hands started getting clammy. What was he doing!? He didn’t rush into battles like some kind of hero…
The curator clapped him on the shoulder. “Let’s get ‘em, boys!” He held up a handset: “Got those turrets ready?” The staffers outside confirmed. The curator hit a button and the loading bay doors started opening.
“We’re going to die, aren’t we?” said Tic.
“Wouldn’t be war if there wasn’t a chance of dying!” grinned the curator.
Pelly, who had been quiet throughout the chaos and bustle, softly said, “Mr. Bolter, it has been an honour working with you.” Then Jeffries hit the accelerator and they shot out into the open air.
Lasers instantly started to fly.
On the loading bay floor, Milly said, “Wait… Where’s Dr. Fester?”
What role does Tic play?
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