_ . |-|ll Together Now! o o 0 Chapter 7 0 o o The planet Salenger, at a quiet corner of the Spaceport there.. .............. _-----------_ : Keep Clear! / _----------_\ \ / \ '/\_- : Access Panel \/__________/ / / -\ ./ \ -_ . . ........ .. \___________/ _ / -\/ -__________________________________________ |_ _| _____/_________ . \| |/ . . . \||//// We'd better scout around for a | | . . . . | .| good spaceship repairer then! } | .* . . . | @ / . . _ \.,| . { _\ ////// . . / \ _/| _ /\ | _| . ( (a It ain't going \ | | / \ / \_/\ | \__/ ( o anywhere else in |' |\/ \/\/ \ ___ .__: ______ ( < this condition! __| |_________________ // \ \ '....' / | | || | | / ___\___/_ | | || | | | _______:= | | |\ \ | | | | | Ham and Dirk did manage to escape from the clutches of Wevl, and his ravening horde of Sweedish Meatballs, but it certainly wasn't free of damage. They pensively examine the underside of the Millenium Faclon '030... . . . . . . * . It's not as if good repairers fall out + . . . the trees.. . . . . \\\\||/ . Never mind . _ . . . . . |. .| Ham, let's ':' / \ . . :@ @: . go and look! . / \_________.--._ _ . /\ { V } _ \\\\//// # :... '----'~_ / \/\ _./ \ [._.] / \ (a) (a) ## \\\ -.__ / \ \/ __\___/__ / \_ ( V ) \ /__\. __'-~'"" \/ / \ / \ \ { <__> } \_/ | \ __' | ___________ | | \ / |\ \______ '....' __________|___'._' ____|__ _____ | | | | \ \ /\----/\______/_ | | | | / / / ______|= |_|-----|/\/ / /| | /\\\ |\\' \ \| | | | | \/|_____| | | | \| | They leave the spaceport, to scout around for the unlikely existence of any talented people, who can bend misshapen spaceship alloy back into something like its original form! | _ /\ | ___ __ / |()()()()()()()()()()()()| \ \/ \ /\_ / \|__|__/_ | | YE OLDE ROVER'S RETURN | | _|__|__ / \/ \/ / |()()()()()()()()()()()()| \ |__ ----------- The whole planet /========================== \ |__/__ _ _is out to kill me!| | YOU'RE SCARED!?! / \ / I'm frightened!| | o / Take a look at this! | | / | | sSSSSSs o /\| |/\ |__ | ; o SS{@ @}SS ; | / @\ /_\\ * |__| | | S;( v );S o | | \ / \ // |_|__ | | o sss\(_)/sss ; | ______ \/ \/* * | | | | _ .'-'. _ o | | | | \\ // |-\ | ; o / ':~~~:' \ | | --/__ \/ /\ /\ \/ | - | | / ) ) | o | | \/| V |\/ |-- __| | | o / /\ /| | ; | | | |__|__\_ | ; \ \ |,,,| | | o | | \___/ | | | \// \|~| | | Meanwhile, the princess and Greebo compare misfortunes. The princess comes up with an interesting proposal, but not the one he was hoping for a bit earlier in the story! _______________________________________________________. | \ | \ / . . ___ ._ ._ | /\/ | \ /\ / /\ |\ | | |_ | \ | \ | \/ \/ /--\ | \| | |_ |_/ . \. | _____________ ________________________ \ | | . | | $s$s$s$s$s$s$s$s$s$s | / | | \{:}/ | | ( \. ./ ) | _/ | | sSSSSSs | | '.\. ./.' | \_ | | SS{@ @}SS | | \. ./ | \ | | S;( v );S | | \. ./ | / | | sss\<_>/sss | | \. ./ | \ | | ss '-' ss | | \: :/ | '\ | | | | '-~~-' | / | |_____________| '------------------------' '\_ | This Woman! Her armour-plated / | (Princess Oranjeboom) Royal Safety Pants! \ | / | / | Anyone with useful information as to the whereabouts of \._ | either of these, is requested to contact the Sinclairomorph \ | Evil Empire local representative. \ | __/ | Dial E.V.I.L. 298298 - You know it makes sense! \ |________________________________________________________________/ It is clear that they have to get off the streets, and out of sight rather quickly. It just happens, that the old spacedog's favourite inn and refuge, the 'Rovers Return', is handy... We've looked everywhere for a We've looked everywhere for a Spaceship repairer... No luck! way off this planet... No luck! \ / \\\\||/ |. .| Aye, nice pint! sSSSSSs :@ @: / SS{@ @}SS |_____| { V } \\\\//// S;( v );S /_ _\ [ _ ] (a) (a) sss\ 0 /sss |o| |o| __\___/__ ( V ) _ .'-'. _ | v | / \ / \ { <__> } / :~~~: \ \|---|/ | | \ / |\ \ '....' | ) ) \ | | | | | | \ \ /\----/\ | |\ /\ \ _[]---[]_ | | | | / / / \ | | | | / / |==|\\\|==| -----|_|-----'/\/-----/ /'----'\ \-------|~|-'----'/~/----\\-: :-||---- /\\\ .. \\' \ \/ \/ / /\\\ ._. |||\ \\// || || \/=.~~.=\/ \./ \/ || /__\ |::| | .~~. || |\\| |||| -'- |~~| ::' | \| |||| '__' '--' '||' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Ham and the princesses parties sit next to each other, initially not suspecting each has the answer to their particular dilemma.. _____________. / \\ Can I be of help \||//// Hey! You're a || to you? | .| Hayward series 4,|: \____/ / .-----------. | @ the best repair :: /____\ | KARAOKE \\ { _\ droids in the |: o_| | | NITE! \\ | \_| old Imperial || /_ ...| | ~~~~~~ .| | \__/ - fleet! |: ||___/ | | .__: : 0 :: _| |_. Just a minute. | // \ \ | O |: :|[ ] / That's MY repair | |\ \| | '-|-' || ___ \|| | droid! | | \ \_____ | / \ |: |.:__|| | / | | \____/= : :: |''-_-' \ / ________./ '____| | |: \_/'"""""' sSSSss \ | | || \ / @) sSss | . |_______|,,...,,..,,..||______| |____________< }Sss__________ | | | \\ \\ | | ) :Sss | | | \\ \\ \ / \__/ Sss |_|_|_ \\ \\ O /""'.ss |_.\_.\ \\ \\ ( | |: But a chance discovery whilst Jonnyboy is getting the next lot of drinks in, suddenly gives them their opportunity! Right, so your repair droid fixes up my ship, and I give you a flight off this planet... Okay, that sounds \ good to me! _ _ / \\\\||/ \\ I will mend it! |. .| || Hellooo! sSSSSSs / :@ @: || / SS{@ @}SS |_____| { V } \\/\ S;( v );S /_ _\ [\_/] /\@\ sss\<_)/sss |o| |o| __\___/__ \ \_\ _ .'-'. _ | v | / \ / \ \_ \ / :~~~: \ \|<_>|/ | | \ / |\ \ ||\ \\ | ) ) \ | | | | | | \ \ || \__\ \ \\ /\ \ _[]---[]_ \ \ | | / / / \ \ \| | / / |==|\\\|==| ------\_\----'/\/-----'--'----------\~\----'/~/----''-----''---- /||\ \\' /\\\ |||\ Who the hell is Oh, just some idiot that!?! we picked up on the way! A deal is done, and without quite realising how or why, our heroes are, for the first time in this story, ALL TOGETHER NOW! . . .--. . . / / ' . . * . . | | . + . . . . \ \ . . . . . '--' _ . . . . . . . . / \ . . . / \_________.--._ _ . /\ /\ _ # :... '----'~_ / \/\ _./ \ / \ / \ ## \\\ -.__ / \ \/ \__/_/\ \_/ \_ \ /__\. __'-~'"" \/ \/ \/\ \_/ | \ __' | _________________________________\________________|___'._'_____|________ That old heap is your ssSSSs ship? Those old sixteen The good old Faclon \\\\||/ ssSs (@@ megahurts craft can can show those fancy |. | ssS{ > barely make it into Gates-Wintel drive @ | ssS < hyperspace! cruisers a thing /_ } ss \__/ or two! |_/ | .'""\ \__/ | :| | ) :__' But back at the spaceport, the Princess's scepticism runneth over when she sights the Millenium Faclon '030. Ham leaps to defend his favourite space ship! __.--' WELD, REPAIR etc.. __.--' _.------.______________---------' . // ./'*'' . // ./ ' /\ ' \____/ -- // ./ ' \_\ /____\ Yeah, the Faclon '030 ---- // ./ ' ' \ o_| | is a design classic! ------------// ./ .: /_ ...| / ---_________/__/ \\||___/ |_| \\ _| |_. Can we get a move on? . . | | . \:|[ ] / That looks like an angry | | . \|| | mob! _ _ . | | . . .:__|| | / \ / \ . | | . . ''-_-' \ | | | | . * '"""""' . /\| |/\ . . /\ | | / \ . \ / /@ \ / \ / \ | |_/ \ /\ . | | . \ / \ @/ . \/| | \_/ \/\ | | . \/ \/ . |=| \_ \ / \\ // _./---\._ \ O /\ /\ \_ --/_._._._._\---------------------------------------/| v |\--/--------- \| | \/ \ _ / Soon, Jonnyboy is hard at work. Greebo fidgets nervously, as the rampant Greebo elimination mob looms on the horizon! . . .--. CHUGGA-CHUGGA! . . / / ' .. GRIND!! . . | | .:::' PHUTTT! . \ \ . ' GROAN-N-N!! Let's get . . . '--' .. _ . . . outta here! . . . .:::. / \ \ | / / . . . '::. / \_________.--._ _ . /\ /\ _ ' # :... '----'~_ / \/\ _./ \ / \ / \ ## \\\ -.__ / \ \/ \__/_/\ \_/ \_ \ /__\. __'-~'"" \/ \/ \/\ \_/ | \ __' | _________________________________\________________|___'._'_____|________ There they are! Kill Greebo!! Maim and grind! Grrrarr! _ | _ _ \ / _ _ \ | \ / \ \ Arsehole! \ / \ / | | | | /\\ //\ /\| |/\ \ / /\\ //\ | | / \ / \ \ / / \ / \ /\\ //\ / \ / \ /\\ //\ \ v / / \ \ v / / \ / \ \ v / / \ / \ \ / /\\ //\ \ / \ v / \ / \ v / \| |/ / \ / \ \| |/ \ / \| |/ \ / / \ \ v / / \ \| |/ / \ \| |/ /| |\ \ / /| |\ \/ / \ /| |\ / \ | | | | \| |/ \| | \/ /| |\ It really is balanced on a knife-edge! Will our heroes manage to start up an unwilling Millenium Faclon '030 in time, and escape from the ravages of the Greebo hunting Salengerian mob! Find out next chapter! ! ! _ _ \ / | | | | | | So the fact that we are \ \ /\\ //\ shaking our fists impotently /\\ //\ / \ / \ at a successfully fleeing / \ / \ \ a/ \a / enemy isn't a big enough \ a/ \a / \/ \/ clue for your readers, \/ \/ ' // \\ // \\ apparently?! \\ // |/ \ //\ /\\ / /\ /\\ / \/ | " | \/ /| o | \/ | | | | | \\ // / \\ _ / | | | | | | | | | | | | / \ / \ () () () C h a p t e r E n d () () ()