notes: this is the first and probably only fan fiction I'll
ever write. I'm writing it like a novel and not like a script.
Please don't judge the content of the fic by this first part:
it is only an introduction. You are still very encouraged to send me
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Oh and you might notice the fic has parodies of several movies…
I'd like to say a huge, huge thanks to Luis G for his help and
his friendship in both good and bad times, and for his support and
patience with me. A great thanks to Asylum-Fry and FemJesse as well,
and to my mom and grandparents, and uncle Alexei Sr. whom I once hope
to see again. Last but most definitely not least I thank Nicole for
the inspiration she gives me. Enjoy.
I: The Amulet Of Dark Reign
CHAPTER ONE: BATTLE
OF THE ANCIENT
Yelps of pain and the sound of laser gun shots filled the air. It was a battle
of the most horrible that can be imagined. The surface of the planet was filled
with dead bodies. Bodies of Nibblonian warriors. The army his forces were fighting
against was too large to handle, and even though they weren't too bright, their
number more than made up for it. Nibbler looked up at the red sky, and as he heard
another series of screams he finally realized the battle was lost. He was going
to die, die under these black clouds, die in combat. He looked down again, working
up courage. What he saw wasn't in any way encouraging however, the endless army
of goblins with laser swords was advancing toward his position fast, and there,
leading them, was a creature high as a double deck bus, high as the piles of Nibbler's
dead comrades. And nearly twice as wide. It was Terromotar, the beast that had
destroyed many worlds and races, together with a vast army of creatures whose
real name and history no one was sure about, and now it was defeating the Nibblonians.
Nibbler wasn't fooled: he knew perfectly the monster had once been a man from
Earth. A middle-aged man of good heart and spirit. He hadn't always been covered
with black skin, nor has he had flashing red eyes or yellowish claws on his hands.
As the monster had cleared the final wave of small, yelping creatures, its
eyes settled on Nibbler and it began running at him. Nibbler prepared for death,
yet he was determined to die with his teeth sunk in Terromotar's flesh. He pounced
just before it had reached him, taking it by surprise. Clinging on it like on
an angry bull, he unholstered his laser pistol and emptied the entire energy cell
into its head. But as before, they had no effect on it whatsoever. The beams went
right through it, coming out the other side. Nibbler had known this of course
because he's seen his comrades empty entire laser machine gun cells on it, yet
it lived on and wasn't even hurt. The wounds healed within half of a second. The
only effect they had caused was the monster violently swinging its arms and wildly
running around, angry at the tiny thing on his head.
Nibbler prepared for the worst, he saw the army of goblins blur past him as
he was swung around in circles. Terromotar was now in a state of aggression and
batting its own warriors, and the goblin-like things now rushed away, each trying
to run for its life. Nibbler saw one of them get hurled into a stack of boxes
that were brought here for fighting the army. The terrified bloke crashed into
them, its face expressing immense pre-death pain.
That wasn't what Nibbler has been watching, however: he was the only one on
the battlefield to notice one of the boxes fall into a fire. In slow motion, he
watched the box explode, causing a chain reaction which involved the whole rest
of the stack and causing goblins around it to fly in different directions like
water splashing when a big boulder is tossed into an ocean. Blood immediately
covered everything around them. Several body parts hit Nibbler in the face as
they sped by, and he felt that the creature he was riding was also being tossed
up into the air.
No longer hanging on, Nibbler fell. He hit the ground with great force and
felt a sharp pain in his back. Paralyzed by the pain, he could barely move, but
what he saw then made him forget about it. The beast had hit a solid-looking rock
and also seemed a bit startled by what happened. Nibbler knew it wasn't hurt in
the slightest, but something else caught all three of his eyes, though he had
to close the upper one because it was bleeding badly. The small, coin-sized cross
made of space diamond was no longer hanging around its neck. It has been blown
off and was lying about 30 feet away from its owner. Realizing this was his last
chance, Nibbler strained himself to run as fast as he could towards Terromotar.
It has noticed the loss and was now wildly looking around for its treasure. It
spotted it lying on the ground and ran wildly to pick it up.
Nibbler's pain was now unimaginable, yet he sprinted at full speed. Just when
the big clawed hand picked the cross, Nibbler suddenly stood there and stuck his
pistol up the creature's huge nose. Knowing he had mere seconds before Terromotar
would put the cross back on, he squeezed the trigger. Then squeezed it again.
And again. This time, though, the wounds caused by the laser didn't fade; blood
and brains mixed with bits of bone were splashing out the back of the head, then
they started pouring out of the creature's mouth and nose. Its eyes opened wide
and looked straight ahead.
Nibbler ceased firing. Holding its mouth, Terromotar stumbled backwards, let
out a low moan and fell on its back. Its horrible clawed fingers released the
space diamond crystal. Nibbler approached it; he wanted to make sure the thing
wouldn't get up anymore, so he emptied another whole cell into its body. Yes,
it was definitely the end now. The wounds were bleeding. Nibbler dropped the pistol.
eerie silence came over the battlefield. Nibbler looked around. The
sky was still red. Everything seemed red, but perhaps that was
because of the blood in his eyes and on his face. A glance over the
piled Nibblonian corpses, decorated by a few goblin ones, a long
stare at the horizon of the deserted, hot, dry wasteland which was
now soaked in blood. A small tear formed in Nibbler's eyes. He
was gradually beginning to feel the pain in the back again. It was
all coming back. And the physical pain was nothing compared with the
pain the sight of the dead Nibblonian bodies caused in his heart. He
looked over the field once more. The goblins had seen their leader,
who according to what they believed was immortal, die and were long
gone. Suddenly, a voice came out of nowhere.
Nibbler snapped out of
his dream. His memory. He was sitting at his usual conference table,
the usual crew of Nibblonian leaders gathered around it. The memory
was nearly six thousand years old but it still kept haunting him
sometimes. The battle has been his most dreadful to date. What had
made him think of it this time?
"Now, we still have a few minor issues to bring up. There's a small force of
the brain spawn in the Illunasian nebula a few hundred light years west of here.
We don't have to be worried about this yet, but we shall keep an eye on it," the
same voice said again. It belonged to Hmtnnt, one of the generals.
sorry. My mind was drifting off there for a second," Nibbler
apologized. "Now, does anyone else have any issues to report?
Matters to discuss?"
"Just one more," said Ngndda. "Some of us are still concerned about the Swamp
of a Thousand Sanctums. It has been unprotected and unwatched ever since you left
Vergon 6. It's unsafe, someone could find the danger it holds. The mental force
field you were casting around the lake is gone and no longer keeps people away
from the area. They no longer have the fear you projected into their heads, the
fear of going near the lake."
Nibbler thought for a
moment. "What you say is true. But I still think me watching
over the place was a precaution too many. Really, nobody will ever
dive in there. Now I beg you to excuse me, I'm afraid I'm
not feeling good."
As Nibbler left the
room, there were murmurs of agreement. Only Ngndda was sitting there
quietly, and she watched Nibbler until the door shut behind him.
CHAPTER TWO: UNDER
Meanwhile, on Amazonia…
"Yours are the
third attractivest boobies I've ever seen in my life,"
said Zapp, as he sat on a log next to a fat ugly Amazonian. It was
nighttime and a bit chilly. The stars were shining on the night's
sky, there was almost no traffic. Zapp was bursting with joy that he
finally got a woman to talk to him. The Nimbus was seen behind a
length of forest, standing at a rather weird angle. Voices of the
crew were heard in the distance. On the other side of the two, the
swamp looked and smelled as horrible as Mom's fat suit. Zapp
put on his biggest smile for his date but she didn't return it.
She looked as if she thought it had been her largest mistake ever to
let Zapp take her out. The swamp which they were sitting before was
stinking horribly, but not as much as Zapp's breath which she
got a cloud of.
"Me had you snu
snu. You no good do snu snu. Man with red hair good snu snu. Me no
want you date no more. And you bring me to ugly place no of us ever
be before. Legend says swamp is evil much. No one go here before you
take me," she said.
"Ah I smell the
romantic vapors in the air as well (the air smelled like garbage and
rotten eggs) and I like how you smell too," Zapp answered, not
"I no like you
bring me here. It nasty."
I can take you to the Nimbus! As soon as the men finish repairing the
damage I… ah I mean some idiot caused, we can soar out to
space so you can watch the stars while I sit behind you and watch
your sexy round buttocks. And after that we- woaaah!!"
Zapp suddenly found
himself being hurled headfirst into the disgusting swamp. His face
parted the muck, and he sank into it several feet. After finally
coming back to the surface and wishing to himself to have been thrown
into a pool of feces instead, he shouted to the Amazonian.
"Baby, wait, I
have love enough for both you and your buttocks!"
He suddenly noticed
something shiny (though this was barely noticeable with only
starlight to light things up) was stuck, together with a big clump of
greenish ooze, to one of his shoulders. Thinking it might be a coin,
Zapp excitedly unstuck it from himself and looked closer.
"Dammit, it's just a cheap priceless piece of jewelry. Aw well, maybe I can
give it to Leela. That ought to impress her and then mmm!" he said out loud. It
was a small cross that looked as if it was made of space diamond. A metal chain
was attached to it. Someone must have carried the little thing around the neck.
Zapp was about to try it on when Kif arrived telling him the Nimbus was ready
to go. Hastily shoving the cross into the pocket of his velour uniform, Zapp followed
him back to the ship. It was now floating softly over Amazonia's surface, causing
nearby trees and bushes to move slightly. They had to use a ladder to get into
the Nimbus, and Kif did his best not to look up while they were at it.
Inside, Zapp had a quick, light supper (12 pancakes, a pizza and a bottle of
2875 Cabernet Sauvignon) while Kif went to his small room to rest after a tiring
day. He was lying on his bed till late, looking at his photos of Amy and secretly
wishing he could be on Earth with her. In the dim light of the lamp, Amy's eyes
looked magical. Kif knew that the Nimbus was scheduled to visit only three more
planets and then head back to Earth – perhaps he would be able to see Amy
then. One of the planets might even get skipped because of their delay on Amazonia.
That would be excellent. Would be… Kif caught himself thinking "what
would be" and forced all thought out of his head. Within minutes, he was
asleep, and even Zapp's rummaging upstairs didn't wake him.
"Perfect body, perfect mind, sweet charm." The Nimbus was softly traveling
through space. The entire crew was fast asleep, except the few people that ran
the bridge and Zapp, who was now standing naked in his room, in front of a tall
mirror, admiring his own reflection. He seemed to really be enjoying himself.
All his clothes lay slumped over the edge of his bed. Suddenly, the little cross
he found earlier fell out of the pocket of his uniform. Noticing this, Zapp came
to pick it up. He held the little thing by its chain in front of him. Being made
out of space diamond, the tiny thing shone in the dim light. Almost too brightly,
considering the room was lit only by candles. Zapp was beginning to feel something
he'd never felt before, a strong pull. But towards what?
weird…," he found himself muttering quietly. The cross
dangling from the chain he was holding started to glow a poisonous
green. Before even knowing it, Zapp parted the small chain and
slipped the cross over his neck.
Instantly, he felt like a huge dose of electricity was flowing through his
whole body. He wanted to cry out, only to find his voice had been somehow cut
off. In agony, he collapsed to the floor. But then, as quickly as it started,
the pain stopped. His hair wildly tangled by the shock, Zapp stood up. He felt
good. As he was getting dressed, he looked out the window. All those planets…
a large number of them were populated by different races. Why, though? The creatures
that lived there in peace and quiet all their life, why did they deserve to be
in this world? They had not been through pain like him, they hadn't been unpopular
and outcasts their whole lives. They didn't deserve what they had. Yes, they will
pay. Zapp looked up at his portrait. The whole universe will pay…
The door to the
Nimbus's weaponry opened and a shadowy figure stood in the
doorway. The lights went on, casting light upon dozens of laser
rifles, laser pistols, all types of grenades with all types of timers
(five second, three second and zero second), some laser swords,
battle suits and helmets. The man took his time to pick out the
largest size there was, not bothering to put on any armor. The suit
fit him. With a laser rifle hoisted over his back and two pistols
(latest concept, thrusting a small, pointy metal projectile out the
muzzle at a very high speed rather than projecting a laser beam), he
also grabbed a couple grenades and stuck them on his belt. Then, the
door of the armory closed again. In the corridor, the figure walked
slowly towards the elevator to the bridge. A recruit suddenly walked
out of a bathroom and before he could say anything, a shot was fired
and he hit the floor, blood spreading quickly on the floor under his
dead body. The shadow of the killer swept over it as he walked by
silently, not even looking at his victim. The doors of the elevator
closed behind him, and the hall was once more filled with eerie
silence, the only movement being the blood puddle spreading on the
On the bridge, three
men were running the ship; three others played poker at a small,
round table. It was all quiet and everyone was real bored, with
nothing but the never-ending sight of stars to entertain them. And
the game of poker. A soft beep was heard from the elevator, and
before the doors even opened, a series of laser shots punched right
through it from the inside. Three of the DOOP officers dropped
silently to the floor, the ones who were slacking off. The others
wheeled around instantly to find Zapp standing there, holding two
pistols in his hands, the laser rifle on his back still smoking.
One of the men went for
his gun and fired at Zapp. The flash from the laser pistol made
everyone in the room shield their eyes. When it was over, the DOOP
men saw their brave comrade slumped over the control board behind
him, a smoking hole in his chest, blood spraying out of it with every
beat of the still working heart. Pretty soon though, it became a
slower, constant stream. Slowly, the body slid down, the panels
behind it a sparkling red. The remaining two stood there, looking in
horror at their captain. His face has become slightly darker, they
noticed, and his eyes were bulging as if there was a high pressure
inside them. They had somehow obtained a slight but piercing yellow
glow. Or was it green?
"Any questions?" the remaining officers heard Zapp ask.
There was now only one pilot left, standing frozen, looking in horror at his
comrade who had just tried to lift himself and was beginning to say something;
he was on the floor, half his head missing The gun in Captain Brannigan's right
hand was smoking. He rapidly lowered the pistol and holstered it. Still holding
the second in his left hand, he pressed some keys on a nearby console and looked
at the screen. The last DOOP man tripped over a body and stood up to see the gun
being pointed at him. He cowered, preparing to die. Shots fired, repeatedly. Then,
silence. Slowly, the officer opened his eyes… he was alive and unspoiled.
Definitely worse off was the entire central communications console which he was
standing in front of. It was wrecked; all possibility of contact with Earth or
anyone else was cut off. But Officer Winslow was glad to be alive. But just as
he thought he had seen the worst, he saw something outside that made him get chilled
down to the bone with horror and nausea. At first, it seemed the Nimbus has floated
into a nebula with some skin-colored gas. Then he realized they were floating
bodies, bodies of DOOP soldiers. They were all dead. Laser marks and bullet holes
decorated the bodies, drawing lines of deep red around themselves. There were
some bodies that were missing parts, and the missing limbs floated around freely.
An arm hit the glass of the Nimbus's windshield and bounced off, leaving a slight
red stain on it. A sharp, short metal sound made Winslow jump and snap out of
it. He turned around and saw a pistol clip bounce on the hard floor a few times
and finally lay still. Zapp has finished inserting a fresh magazine.
better off without that load of trash, don't you think? Now you
clean up here, these bodies don't add much to the decoration. I
have some unfinished business downstairs, but I'll be back soon
enough so don't try anything stupid and you might just stay
alive… for now," he said.
Winslow hesitated. The
man in front of him was a psycho, there was no doubt in it. It was
him who had slaughtered all those men, slaughter them like pigs and
then send their bodies out to float on space. Should he follow his
orders? But before Winslow had time to think about it any further,
his Captain's hand petted the handle of one of the holstered
"Y- ye- yes, s-
"Good. Oh and just a small note: if I catch you trying to make contact with
the command, you will die. If I see you with a weapon, you will die. Don't try
overpowering me, as your brave friends out there have tried. If you ask questions,
you will die also. And if you so much as think of doing whatever else I might
not like, well, it's kinder not to say what will happen, so listen carefully.
I will tear you apart with my own hands, limb from limb." Zapp paused for a moment,
an evil grin spreading over his face again. "This is not a drill."
He left, and the
elevator doors closed behind him once more. Winslow started to mop up
the mess. He was revolted and disgusted by it but he had no choice
other than t obey Zapp. Something was definitely weird about the way
he looked, his hair was messed and hanging down from all sides of his
head, it looked like it got longer. His face was darker and somehow
colder than before. His body has definitely increased in size, and
this time it wasn't simply gain of fat. If he hadn't
known better, he would've thought his captain was turning into
some kind of beast. And something else was new about Zapp's
appearance… the thing he was wearing around his neck... what
was it? Winslow strained to remember. But he suddenly realized he
wasn't cleaning and got back to work. The fear of the guns was
currently stronger than curiosity. Suddenly, his eyes locked on the
laser pistol on the floor, still lying next to its owner. He darted
towards it, grabbed it with wild excitement, only to find out its
cell was empty. He desperately searched everywhere for a spare cell,
but with no luck. How could the guy have missed? They knew each other
well, and he had been a good shot, even got in the top ten at the
shooting range. And from this short distance… perhaps he
couldn't fire the pistol before getting blasted himself. But
no, there were definitely shots from him, there had been light before
he saw the Captain reach for the rifle. And the cell of the pistol
couldn't have been empty, either. All this was confusing
Winslow a lot so he threw the piece away and continued with his
cleaning. Several times, he closed his eyes hoping to be sitting in
his bed when he opened them again. But it wasn't a dream, it
was really happening to him, he finally understood that. What has
gotten into Zapp Branningan? Why was he doing all this, killing his
entire crew? And most of all, what next?
"Oh Kiffy! That's
so sweet of you!," Amy exclaimed as he gave her yet another
watch. This one was pure gold, with a glow-in-the-dark display and
needing no winding at all. He has been saving almost all his salary
all year, but it was definitely worth it. Amy giggled approvingly.
you like it. It shows the time where ever we both are, and there's
also Tetris on it. And this time, it's robust," Kif said,
Amy smiled, too. "I'm
going to put it on right now (she did). Oh and you remembered my
size! My little tadpole! I love you!"
They were about to go
out. Holding hands, they came up to the door of Amy's
"Open the door
for me, Kif."
Kif placed his hand on
the door handle and tried to push it down. It didn't budge. He
applied more and more force, but it stayed put. Behind him, Amy kept
urging him to open the door for her. He tried to tell her he
couldn't, but no words came out. He tried harder and harder.
"Open the door,
Kif! Come on! Open it! NOW!!!"
Kif turned around and
saw that Amy was sprouting black slimy tentacles from under her dress
instead of legs, her face has dissolved into a mass of worms, her
eyes were glowing a bright yellow. She looked angrily at him.
"KIF! Open the goddamn door!!!"
Her voice sounded deep and it frightened Kif. He wanted to say he was sorry,
wanted to tell her to turn back to normal again. She was advancing on him now,
opening her mouth and revealing razor-sharp teeth and snakes. Everything was turning
dark and dissolving in a black cloud, he realized he couldn't let go of the door,
his hand was stuck to it. Amy's skin was boiling and bursting. Heavy black chains
were suddenly hanging down from the ceiling everywhere.
"OPEN THE DOOR!"
With a jolt, Kif awoke
from his nightmare. Amy still stared at him from the photos in his
small cabin, but she was smiling and looked prettier than ever. Kif
was relieved to realize it was all just a dream. He took a sip of
water from his bedside table while looking over the photos. He
thought of meeting Amy again, when they come back to Earth, then they
"I SAID, OPEN THE
DOOR, KIF! I KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"
Kif spat out his water,
luckily not over the pictures. Someone really was on the other side
of the door, knocking on it. More like banging actually. Lazily, Kif
got up and opened the door. Zapp couldn't hold his arm back in
time and the next "knock" landed on Kif's head,
sending him flying back into the room and against the wall. A few
photos fell from the wall. He rubbed his head, a sleepy-angry look on
his face. Zapp realized the door has been opened.
"Finally. Get up,
I need you to do some things for me. And what the hell are you
staring at now, Kif? I said get up!"
But Kif was looking in awe and surprise at his Captain. It was obvious why
of course, not only did he look so different and was armed, but was also aggressive
and wild. The little cross hanging on his neck glowed, and for a second Kif could've
sworn Zapp's eyes had flashed red for an instance. But then his face turned away
from Kif so he snapped out of it. Zapp was walking towards the Nimbus's digitalized
library (one standard-size computer in a small room). There he locked himself,
after issuing a rough, "Go upstairs and ask that Winslow idiot what to do".
Kif headed upstairs.
Two weeks had passed
since the massacre on the Nimbus, and still were the three living
members of the crew the only ones to know it had happened. Kif was
naturally shocked at first to take in what had happened, but now he
was more or less back to his normal self. He and Winslow spent a lot
of time talking when Zapp locked himself in the library, thought they
were quiet like fish when Zapp sat behind them on the bridge to
supervise. Silent as a grave… the irony was penetrating their
minds every minute of every hour, for if they did but one thing their
Captain didn't like, they'd not only be made silent as a
grave but also acquire all other properties of one. Once, they had
thought of stealing Zapp's mobile phone, the only way of
communication left on the entire ship, and inform someone, but it was
too risky. Zapp always kept the phone with him, and when he slept, he
had it under his pillow and locked his room most of the time. They
knew he'd kill both of them if they even got close to him while
he was asleep. And if they were corpses, it would be pretty hard to
contact anyone at all.
"I have a family back on Earth. My wife and kids live on the Jersey side of
town, you know? We have a nice apartment, with sunset view… and- are you
ok? Lieutenant Kroker?" Winslow said.
Kif was cleaning up a
mess he had caused previously by spilling Zapp's drink (which
Zapp always made Kif take a sip of first, so that he couldn't
have poisoned it). Zapp has punished him most cruelly by burning all
of Kif's photos of Amy that he had in his small room. Thinking
about this made the poor guy sad so he forced himself to listen to
Winslow once again.
I don't know whether I'll ever see them again, but I
really think it's okay if I don't, but at least they're
"Set course for
Earth, men, New New York. That's an order," came a deep
voice from behind them. Zapp has entered the room, looking as crazy
as ever yet somehow happy. Earth, what did that mean? Freedom or
doom? Was Zapp going to let them go?
"On the double.
And where's my dinner? I don't care you've been
busy Kif, it better be ready in ten minutes or less. And you, the
other guy, laundry room, and make it fast. Good evening."
When Brannigan has
finished talking, he stood there and watched his men set the new
course, slowly and rather unwillingly. They were thinking what this
meant, and both of them were very afraid and very hopeful at the same
time. A feeling neither of them shall ever forget. Finally, the
Nimbus, obedient to the control board, began to turn softly. The crew
barely felt it, they only knew it because the stars moved in a
circular manner outside, it seemed as though they were just behind
the glass, that one could reach out and grab them, and they were
swimming in a black, mysterious substance. Finally, returning from
their thoughts, Kif and Winslow returned to repairing the bridge and
cleaning up, Kif's mind still partially on Amy, and what might
happen to him and possibly her when the Nimbus reached the planet she
was on. The soldier who was tried to stop Zapp was still lying there,
slumped over, the displays behind his dead, cold corpse now a deep
red. A shooting star passed the ship from behind, and the soldiers
watched it disappear into the darkness that was everywhere before
A book lay on the
table, "Zapp Brannigan's Big Book Of War". The
Captain himself was deeply emerged in thought, staring at the screen
of the small library computer. The colorful light reflected on his
face and made it look even more eerie. When he moved his arm and the
book fell, he didn't bother to pick it up. Upon the monitor was
a diagram of a weird and ugly-looking creature, some numbers and
graphs, and a very long text.
"The Venusian-Sirian Goblin," it read, "is a unique creature known especially
for its bodily strength and robustness and damage-deflecting shell. Though most
attempts to capture a specimen failed due to their cleverness in battle, there
exists a way to breed a slightly less fascinating but also very bold and unintelligent
type. The perfect conditions and requirements for such breeding are as follows."
This line was followed by a list of resources, various numbers and times.
"Dark soil…"Zapp muttered to himself.
around zero degrees Earth Celsius…"
The Captain has stopped
reading. He knew he had made the right choice. Earth, especially New
New York, was just made to be the breeding grounds for his private
army. For a moment, he thought about Leela. The only woman he had
ever slept with who wasn't heavier than himself… But she
didn't care, she beat him and rejected him. Brannigan wondered
why he hasn't seen this before. She didn't matter, she
was only a woman, an inferior female who didn't find him good
enough for her. How dare she, when he was the most important and
powerful Captain and even offered her champagne and once flowers. No
matter, in only a few days the world will change forever, and when
that's done with, other worlds.
After shutting down the
computer, Zapp left the room. The Big Book Of War was still lying on
the floor, a large coffee stain on it, open on page 5587. A smiling
picture of Captain Brannigan looked up from it, a speech bubble next
to it teaching the reader that "Guns don't kill people,
death kills people." It was getting late, and Kif and Winslow
didn't even hear Zapp climbing up to the observation deck, they
were fast asleep.
"Time to write
history. New New York shall fall, and from its ashes will rise…
me. It's mine. I will prevail. They will pay."
On a cold winter's
night New New York seemed magical. The glowing lights, the colorful
banners and snowflakes softly falling, it all added to a general
feeling of a mild delirium felt by every one of the city's
citizens when they went out for a walk, and not even the chilling
cold that made you shiver to the bone could ruin the moment could
ruin the beautiful sight of the city from above, from its streets or
even from the sewers. It was midnight, and the Planet Express crew
were enjoying a day off for a change, slacking in the rec room of the
PE building, watching TV. Fry was once again being excited about
everything in the future. This time, even about things that he had in
the 20th century.
"Look, a cool
moving picture box! Oh wait, that's the TV. A hovercar! Wow,
how do they float like that? It's like magic"
-"Ooh! A shooting star!" he exclaimed, as one was seen flying across the night's
sky. "You know, my mom always used to tell me shooting stars were supposed to
bring good luck."
"Yeah, we still have that saying," added Leela. "They say that every time you
see a star shoot across the sky, a civilization will be saved from a horrible
attack by a group of bold, heroic people."
"And so we shall," said the Professor as he came into the room. "Of course,
by 'we' I mean 'you', and we have a mission to deliver a crate filled entirely
with C4 to the Hispañola, a neutral tourist ship currently in orbit around
Urectum. And then let it blow."
can't just kill innocent people," exclaimed Leela,
surprised at the Prof's latest idea of getting money regardless
of the actual task.
"This is no ordinary neutral tourist ship! It has been taken over by pirates
from Swaggus 4, and they must be killed…" Farnsworth started again.
interrupted. "But I still think Leela's right, we
shouldn't kill. And it's not in the job description
either. Sorry, nephew."
will pay us five times the usual delivery price."
At this point, everyone's face suddenly reflected a pleasantly surprised smile,
"Wow, we all get twenty-five dollars each! That's a whole lot of loot. I could
buy enough beer to last me three point eight six minutes."
suddenly faded a little, he thought once again that he would be
committing murder. And for money, too, like a hired gun. Professor
"They also offered us free year passes to the Big 'n' Round Melon Hut across
the street," he said finally. After which Fry suddenly became very keen to go
on the mission. Leela was looking slightly disapproving and disgusted, and Bender
lit a cigar and opened a beer. Farnsworth was leaving the room. "Off you go!"
To be continued…
to break it off like this, I hate it myself when they write "to
be continued" in stories or movies, like The Matrix Reloaded…
this will definitely be continued. I've already planned out
some exciting events, just don't know how to write them down
yet, plus I need a break. So I decided I could release this after 10
pages, should be enough to rate it maybe and send me some comments,
– all constructive criticism welcome. Please send feedback. Oh
and happy Xmas!