Chapter XI - If We Die,
It'll Be Changin' a Lightbulb… ~Multehx
CR bent over and whispered to Omega, "How long has Scilas been wearin' D'nel's coat?"
Omega quirked a brow and looked over.
"I thought you saw all this."
CR shrugged.
"Hey, he's getting good.
Even I didn't see that one."
CR shrugged, then held his head.
"Damn it all. They remember some things already! I gave em a full haze treatment."
Omega looked at him from the controls. "That's a bad thing, isn't it?"
CR rolled his eyes, before over
emphatically replying, "Yes, it is...unless it was a
discount course I took...I did find it funny that professor worked at
K-Mart…but it was supposed to work!"
Omega looked back to the monitor, trying not to laugh.
"No-o-o clue why, man," he said, as close to casual as he could.
The Rip Watcher frowned then
walked back to the passenger car. He cleared his throat, getting everyone's
attention. Even Kyanosa's, which
was a pretty big accomplishment. Especially for a man compared to an
orange lizard. True, it wasn't said directly, but what needs to be said that a
Rip Watcher wouldn't know backwards and forwards? He even knew
"Ladies and Gentlemen, might I have your attention?"
Halfheartedly some looked at him. He flateyed and leaned on his cane/staff.
"ANYWAY," he went on, "We are about to embark on a difficult journey to a galaxy far, far aw- wait…that was the thing on HBO last night..." he murmured, scratching his chin. He shook his head dismissingly. "That doesn't matter. Like I was saying, these folks are brutal, vicious, and generally very not nice blokes, you say either Havering or I is English, I make you a descendant of a goat."
This threat seemed to get
everyone's attention, or almost everyone. Pretty much all but the driver, as it
wasn't good practice to gather the Multiverse's last
hopes on a craft, then distract the driver with a
motivational speech.
Before continuing, he looked back at Scilas.
"My god, he does look stylish in that coat…and since when does he say over two full sentences let alone as much as he has? He must be feeling off..." he thought, nodding to himself as he paced to the back of the car.
He paused at the back, hitting a metal panel with his cane. It fell off the wall and a green lizardine figure fell onto the ground. He half smiled.
"Rise and
shine, ma'am."
CR continued, not missing a beat, "Some of you might remember more than others. If you do, kindly keep it to yourself until a needed time, as it makes my job so much easier. Also, when we get new recruits, and we will, kindly fill them in on why we're all here." He glared at Kyanosa. "That means tell them, then frisk them for marbles."
He watched the young man groan in protest and mentally snickered.
"Also, consequently, we shall be finding a new person to welcome the newcomers aboard..."
Scilas stood and waved a hand.
"No skin off my
back..." he said, before walking into the engine cab.
CR noted Scilas's not so subtle way of saying, "I've stayed here long enough, I'm going there, DON'T follow me." He tried to stop Kyanosa, but was too slow. Before he could get word out, he heard the young man's cheery voice, with the sound of someone having their clock cleaned and slumping to the floor in an unconscious heap. He sighed and raised a brow.
"Well, at least that should keep him quiet for a bit..." he thought.
"So, folks, just remember, I am CR, no, there is a good reason I am too nondescript for you to remember how I look, and think I'm a lizard again, I balance and rotate your jaw," he said, glaring at Kaye. "Got it?"
He then smiled at her startled expression.
"Very
good. Now, I'll be seeing to our good driver Omega if you need me."
As CR re-entered the engine, he stepped over the body of Kyanosa, shot a look to Scilas, who was flexing his hand and sneering, and stood over Omega's shoulder.
"How long till we get the next one?"
"Approx. three and a half minutes, then we turn and repeat."
"...what?"
Omega looked like he had just been hit by a realization.
"Oh, you were talking about something besides dinner! Right. Um...I dunno."
CR flateyed again.
"Omega, pal, was your last tune up back in 2000V?"
"Yeah? Why? I have 100 years before my next."
"I think you should make the
durations 100 years shorter."
Before the robot could say anything, the Rip Watcher walked back towards the passenger car.
"God almighty, may heaven help us. How this gang is the key to saving the Multiverse...I'll be damned if I knew..."