A Cry For Help

Ko'ah

"Keep the damned thing in one piece!" Maria called as Icey and I marched down the hall to board the "damned thing" that Maria was referring to.

Icey and I, soon to be again referred to as Icebox and Prince Vega, gave each other a quick look and both in unison said, "Yes, Mother." Maria scowled and mumbled a few curses under her breath. Siren was the only available flight vessel in working order in the Fantasma Colony, so I suppose she had good reason to be concerned.

Three days earlier...

"cccssssooo... Vega... oosssssss... ssss..Vega... ssssstpssssstpssss..."

"Huh, no I didn't... wha...?"

Ko'ah, realizing he was no longer dreaming, jumped to his feet only to be brought back down to his original position... "Aaahhh... damned low ceilings..."

"Icey to Ko'ah."

"Uughhh... yeah, what is it?" groaned Ko'ah, apparently annoyed.

"I just got a transmission from TarCom, apparently they need us... on Io... they said they tried to contact you fir--"

Ko'ah interrupted Icey in mid-sentence, "Yeah, yeah... I was asleep... man, Io... been a while, huh? I wonder how Xenomorph is doing without me at the academy..."

"Ko, there will be time for this... but they need us ASAP... and Siren is a shambles... we need to get it in working order now."

"Okay, okay coming..." Ko'ah attempted to get up again and fell to the floor with a large crash, knocking over a table.

"Ko, you ok?" came a voice from the com.

"Yeah, guess I hit my head a bit harder than I thought, heh."

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