Halloween week! All Saint's Day... month.
In honor of All Hallow's Eve, I'm inviting trick-or-treaters to my 'door.' Comment "trick-or-treat" to this post and...well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I'm glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.)
"Where in the name of God's green apples am I?"
The big guy--the red-headed fella with what looks like an octopus growing gout of his head--whirls on Henry, pushing him up against the wall. He shouts something in a language Henry can't understand. Maybe he's speaking in tongues? That'd be just Henry's luck to fall in with a bunch of religious fanatics. There's a sharp pain in Henry's foot and then the big guy's snarls fade into words, "--offensive capabilities does your vessel have?"
"My vessel?" Henry asks. "You mean the plane?"
"You better answer him quickly," a blue woman--a blue woman?!--says from across the room. "You know how Luxans can be."
"No! As far as I know, it doesn't have any weapons. But even it did, I wouldn't know how to use 'em. I'm a damn doctor!"
The big guy sighs, letting Henry drop to the floor. "Pilot!" he calls. "Prepare Moya for starburst."
"I told you," a voice from nowhere says, "Moya cannot starburst while wearing a control collar."
"Oh, for frell's sake!" The big guy runs over to metal desk and starts tearing out wires.
"Would somebody mind tellin' me what the heck is going on here?" Henry asks. "One minute, I'm flying over the Sea of Japan, the next I'm--" The last thing Henry sees before blacking out is the big guy's tongue.
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