55. The Ancient Engines of Deimos, Part II   3 comments

Meanwhile in Space…

Episode 55: The Ancient Engines of Deimos, Part II: A Night Out

Startled by the generator’s sudden awakening, Sundance and Timmy leapt back tripped over the velvet ropes that meant to keep them out. Astralyn helped them up and reset the ropes as if they would appease the angry generator. The sound of the engines down below starting to power up joined the roaring of the generator. It was only a matter of time before someone came looking to see what the problem was.

No sooner had that thought crossed Astralyn’s mind, the tour guide ran to them and shouted. “What happened? What is going on?” He then turned to the generator and all colour drained from his face. “What have you done? Tell me how you did this!” His eyes darted back and forth between the shaking generator and the three of them. He saw that Sundance and Timmy were looking at their hands. He knew instantly that they had touched it. He didn’t know whether he should have then arrested or be excited that history was coming to life.

Just as suddenly as it started, the generator stopped shaking and powered down. The halls were filled with the quieting sound of engines dying down. Harold, the tour guide saw history die before his eyes. He was disappointed beyond relief. “Well, I suppose that is the end of that. If you tell me what you did, I can tell the Caretakers and…” He turned to look behind him to find that Sundance and company were no longer there. He sighed and slumped his back in disappointment. He left the chamber to rejoin his tour group.

The three Caretakers soon reclaimed the space and stared at the generator curiously. They took off their robes and revealed their pale faces to the light. The lead Caretaker spoke first. “What was foretold has come to pass. A miracle has just taken place. The engines were alive again.”

“Yes,” said the other two Caretakers.

“We must tell Caretaker Dave this at once,” the lead Caretaker said, reaching out a hand to touch the generator. At the last second, he retracted his hand and placed it back inside his robes. He replaced his hood and led the other two Caretakers down the hall to seek their leader.

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Astralyn pushed Sundance and Timmy out of the exhibit warehouse and back onto the street. The air was cold against their faces, especially Astralyn’s because it was hot with anger. She pulled them down the street, away from the front door of the warehouse before she lit into them.

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” Astralyn shouted. “What did the tour guide tell you? I can’t believe you touched it after he explicitly told you not to!” She looked back and forth between Sundance and Timmy. While Timmy looked repentant, Sundance had a giant grin on his face. This aggravated her further. “You are so lucky that we didn’t get arrested! I swear, I can’t take you anywhere!”

“Okay, okay, okay!” Sundance put his hands in the air as if to surrender. “We get it, Mom. We were naughty. No one expected that thing to turn on! It’s been dead for three centuries or whatever. We didn’t think…”

“No, you didn’t,” Astralyn said, taking the opportunity to throw that in his face. “And YOU!” She turned to Timmy. “I am sorely disappointed in you. Normally, you’re the first one to tell him he’s being an idiot! I thought you would have known better.”

Timmy lowered his head. “I don’t know what to say for myself. I am sorry.” He was truly sorry, but when he was in the exhibit, he had this peculiar feeling like he was meant to be there. When he reached out to the generator, he felt as if it was reaching back for him. Maybe Sundance had felt it, too. He didn’t know how to explain this to Astralyn.

“Hey, lay off the guy, Astralyn.” Sundance stepped between them and rested his hands on their shoulders. “What happened happened. No one got hurt and the moon is still spinning. I’m hungry. Let’s commemorate the moment two men activated space junk from three centuries ago. I can put that on my resume, right?”

Astralyn couldn’t help but smile. Sundance had a way of smoothing over any situation. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long. She allowed him to lead them towards the city in the search of some good eats. Unbeknownst to them, they were seen by a Caretaker.

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In an secret outdoor location, Caretakers gathered and awaited the beginning of the meeting. A lot of them heard the rumours that a generator had been restored to life and were anxious to know what was going to happen next. They all talked excitedly amongst themselves until they saw their leader, a Caretaker in a white robe, approach the podium. A hush fell upon the crowd, only the flames of the torches surrounding the sacred meeting could be heard.

“Good evening, fellow Caretakers of Deimos!” said the white robed Caretaker named Dave. He saluted and the audience saluted back. “For centuries, we few have watched over the engines; caring for them, cleaning them, hoping that one day, they will be restored to their former glory and make their true purpose known. Tonight, I heard that a generator sparked to life for a brief moment.” The Caretakers in the audience clapped upon hearing the confirmation that something did happen. “Yes, it is a glorious moment. The one who will bring our mighty engines back to life has come, just as foretold in the Prophecy of Deimos. Tonight, the beginning of the end becomes a reality! Tonight, we lay waste to the filth that has been allowed to propagate on the surface of the moon! The Heart of Deimos will beat again!” He raised his fists in the air and his followers cheered and did the same.

Caretaker Dave stepped away from the podium and assembled his trusted team of Caretakers. He brought them in for a huddle and looked at each other them. “Find him and bring him to me.” The Caretakers nodded their heads and then dispersed.

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In downtown Dunlin, Sundance and company found an Italian restaurant named The Good Olive. Being big fans of Italian food, they stopped inside. As per usual, they all ordered their favourites and a bottle of champagne. Near the end of the meal, Sundance was enjoying his third glass of champagne. He leaned back in his chair and held his half full glass and swirled the contents. He drunkenly looked up at Astralyn and smirked. She was deciding whether or not to be annoyed or amused.

“What?” Sundance asked.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to fly the StarTango,” Astralyn replied. She took a small sip of her champagne. “I recommend you let Timmy fly us home.”

“I can do it!”

“I think Ms. Winner is right, Captain,” Timmy said. “Do seem to have outdone yourself tonight.”

“Are you still mad at us, Astralyn?” Sundance took a long sip from his glass. “Can you ever forgive us?”

Astralyn raised an eyebrow. “Just because you bought me dinner doesn’t negate the fact that you disobeyed a direct order and embarrassed me in front of all those people.” She thought about taking another bite of her gnocchi, but decided against it. She had had too much garlic bread before the main course and they filler her up. “But, I suppose one more dinner ought to cover it.”

“Great,” Sundance moaned. He wasn’t sure if she meant it or not. He gave his champagne a final swish before he gulped the rest of it down. “Well, on that note, I am going to visit the little boys’ room.” He stood up and when the room stopped spinning, he made his way to the back of the restaurant where the restrooms were located.

He pushed open the door and found his way to the urinals. There was no one else using the bathroom. He liked it better that way; he was pee shy. He unzipped his shorts and proceeded to relieve himself.

The bathroom door slid open and he heard someone come in. Sundance cursed his luck. He heard someone turn on the water. Maybe the guy just needed to wash his hands. Good, then he’ll leave, Sundance thought.

“Hell of a night,” the man said.

“You can say that again,” Sundance replied, not wanting to have a conversation, but not wanting to be rude.

“Hell of a night,” the man said again.

Sundance felt that the man was right behind him. He was going to confront the man, but he still wasn’t done. The next thing he knew, there was a hand with a cloth coming at his face. He didn’t have time to struggle. His last thought was, “Great, now I’ve wet myself.”

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Posted June 4, 2012 by Xanto P. Jones in Flash Fiction

3 responses to “55. The Ancient Engines of Deimos, Part II

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  1. Oh I hope he managed to zip up before he passed out. I wonder if it was a caretaker, or someone else who nabbed him? I’ll have to wait till next week to find out.

  2. “Great, now I’ve wet myself.” Thanks for reminding me why I love this serial!

    I’ll put a basket of breadsticks on Timmy being the one they’re *really* looking for. 😉

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