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Stories from the Verse
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Chapter 227: Cooper 72
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Spinning head over heels as the receiver in the flying trapeze missed his hands, Brian tumbled out of control toward the net far, far below. It was miles away, and people were shouting about ‘Pirates’ and ‘Man your stations’ and ‘Stupid Mercurian!” His eyes snapped open, and he was flipping end for end, but not moving anywhere. The trapeze had been a dream.
Enclosing him and the others running, no, flying past him was a huge steel pipe, rusted in spots, with heavy bolts fixing iron brackets to the pipe. All this spun past his nose, and he got a glimpse of a yellow skinned man in a tunic with a steel saber in hand soaring without other movement right at him. Then the lemon meringue yellow manling was gone--no, his nose spun past him, Brian corrected himself. They were both in zero gravity, or micro gravity, and could not touch the walls. But whereas the yellow saber-holder seemed to know where he was going, Brian was stuck with nothing to reach or push off from.
“Stupid Terri,” someone said from behind him, and shoved him to crash into a curved wall. Grasping a bracket quickly before his nose met metal, he looked right and left. A short pink-skinned man was receding, as was the yellow manling, down the cylinder toward an open hatch, along with an olive green man in an eye-hurting red jumpsuit which matched the others, but did nothing for him, in Brian’s opinion.
But if these were aliens then their optical sensors might be, no, would be, different. It might be a pleasing and harmonious match in alien eyes. With a grin, he embraced this new world. Sure, he had loved being Mister Justice, and he hated leaving his friends, but this was a whole new world to explore!
The olive skinned manling looked at him from ten brackets away, about a hundred feet, and shouted.
“Hey Terri! You have a sword. We have space pirates! Quit goofing off, and get over here. We have to repel boarders or we’re all going to get tossed into outer space without our spacesuits. Now move!”
That sounded like a drill sergeant, or what they were supposed to sound like. In response, Brian willingly stretched his legs, compressed, and shoved off to fly down what he supposed must be a spaceship. Maybe the drill sergeant could explain more? With a grin splitting his face under his mask, Brian wondered what new adventures and wonders awaited him here.
As to the old stories that have long been here:
