RED ALERT!
RED ALERT!
RED ALERT!
With alarms that precise, why the hell am I needed here?
Oh, I see. To provide a sense of dread.
"Attention all hands, this is Scifantasy. Code Omega. Repeat, Code Omega." The screens were going nuts. I was on watch duty that evening, and if these readings were correct, a massive force of Star Destroyers had just dropped out of hyperspace near Jupiter and was approaching Terra with all speed, weapons blazing. They stopped in the asteroid belt to pick up a few large rocks, presumably to use as additional ammunition, and would be here in approximately ten minutes.
Though I knew it was a futile gesture, I hit the emergency comm and the power-up controls on all of our ships. At the very least, if--when--we all went out in a blaze of glory, Terra might still be safe.
Then, I sighed. The screen went blank, and the comm began playing rap music. I tried the shutoff, but to no avail. So I just shot the comm.
Kristy heard the alarm, and literally jumped out of bed--and didn't stop. She floated up and hit the ceiling, cursing softly. Apparently a gravity-neutralizing field had been set up in her quarters. She groaned, and pushed off towards the door, the pieces beginning to come together in her mind.
Which is when the field switched off. Kristy hit the ground in a heap and groaned again, then picked herself up.
Which is when the field switched on.
This happened a few times until she finally got outside the door. There, she found the note. It was a short piece, typewritten, and probably with no fingerprints to speak of. "My dear Lunatic," it read, "a gravity-free environment!"
Josh Cochran was halfway out of his room when he stepped on the oil slick. He did manage to make it the rest of the way out of his room, thanks to a door that was left unlatched and more oil. He slid down the hall, wildly, then the oil finally stopped.
As did the ground. Josh flew over the first set of stairs and slammed into the nearby wall. There, sighing and groaning in minor pain, he found the note. It was a short piece, typewritten, and probably with no fingerprints to speak of. "Another Flyboy's Folly," it read.
Becki and Thayer woke up to the alarms, and both left their bed, running toward ther drawers for something to put on. However, when they were both about halfway there the magnets that had been attached to them switched on, and they both flew back towards each other, colliding on the bed. They tried to get up again when one of the magnets reversed polarity and they flew apart. Finally, Becki managed to wriggle out of her magnet, and they both went for their clothes. Each one found half of a piece of paper.
When the halves were put together, the note was a short piece, typewritten, and probably with no fingerprints to speak of. "Couple who can't make up its mind," it read.
Sylvana woke up to find that boots had been stuck to her feet, and a wig to her head. It wasn't super-glue, just sticky stuff, but still. She found the note by her door. It was a short piece, typewritten, and probably with no fingerprints to speak of. "Simple, proper attire," it read.
The scene was repeated over and over. Bethany woke up to find that her room was absolutely covered in Silly String, with the note reading "String 'em up!" Josh Nolan had an Ewok net trap outside his door; the note said "In we go!"
Nick's note said "For the businessman," and he found that Monopoly money had been coated in glue and thrown all over his room. Arrek's simply said, "Norway?" As he left the room, wondering at the note, the bucket of ice water dropped.
Vickie's note said, "Try and stop me!" However, Vickie looked around the room but didn't find anything wrong. So, she went looking for something other than her sleeping attire to throw on. That's when she realized that her closets and drawers were completely empty.
Emily's note just said, "You had it coming." As she left the room, sword in hand, she heard a tremendous crash. Looking back in the room, she found that models of all the Gundams, which she had never seen before but which were probably very well-made, had just been dropped from her ceiling.
Brad's note was simply, "Always a pleasure!" Brad shrugged, not comprehending, when suddenly a gallon of lime Jello upended itself over him.
All in all, it was a very disaparate team that eventually made it into the Bat-cave. I looked around and found one member missing. We all, Force-sensitive or no, shared one common thought. "Mike."
We stormed towards Mike's room, and opened it. Kristy screamed.
Mike was suspended in mid-air, thanks undoubtedly to more gravity tricks, with his entire body covered in glue and feathers. There was no note this time.
The thirteen of us--fourteen, including Thayer--assembled in the main conference hall. I went over the facts. "Every one of us was taken for a fool. Now, except for Mike and myself, you all got notes." They held them up. "No handwriting, no fingerprints?" Heads shook.
Suddenly Sylvana had an idea. "What if the order is important? Read the notes in order, from One to Twelve, except of course Four." They quickly lined up according to flight number and read the notes. Nothing--until Vickie looked at me.
"If you take the first letter..." I was out the door before she could finish, and behind me the doors slammed and locked. Suddenly, a feather fell off of Mike's get-up, and he picked it up. "This is paper," he said, opening it.
"Revenge is the commander's perogative," it read.