| Chapter 3 - Collateral Damage pt 2 |
| Airhead kicked Commodore's knees out before he could fully stand up, Commodore fell so quickly the pasties didnt even notice he tried to get up. "Are you insane! they will shoot u so fast and i will have a dead friend laying next to me!" she said, "They will go through everyone and if they dont have what the pasties are looking for, that person will die. I dont want to see that happen, not to people i know, i can prevent it." Commodore said. "You dont even know what they are looking for. And besides..." Airhead began to say but was cut short by they pasty that Commodore ran into earlier. "NOW YOU WILLRECIEVE US! IF YOU COOPERATE! YOU SHALL LIVE! HELP US FOR WHAT WE SEEK OUT! WE KNOW THERE IS A GREAT POWER SOURCE COMING FROM THIS ROOM!! WE WANT THAT PERSON TO COME FORTH, IF THAT PERSON REFUSES INNOCENT LIVES WILL BE SPENT!" said the freshmen pastie. "PSST! Commodore!" Darth Mullet whispered under the seat. Commodore looked over under his seat. "what?" Commodore whispered. "They dont know who wields the power we both have, I will give myself up to them, we cannot have innocent lives lost over this, enough have been lost over the war. You need to get out of here and bring back frodo and weapons. You need to neutralize this threat, this is where we could end this senseless war." Darth Mullet said quickly. "NO! I will sacrifice myself, you know i dont fight anymore, i hung up my gear.": Commodore said. "No, i hate to admit it, but your better with a gun and could possibly be better with a blade." Darth Mullet said. "We already loast u once, i wont run the risk of losing a teammate again."Commodore said. "Stick to the plan, you will save me." Darth Mullet said. "Goodbye sis, Commodore dont drag her into this." With that said, Darth Mullet powered up and soared into the sky. "IF THIS IS WHAT U WANT!! COME GET IT!" Darth Mullet yelled at the Pasties, his power level exceeding what Commodore could ever imagine, llightning sparks flying out of him, his mohawk returned, Darth Mullet seemed untouchable as he stayed suspended in mid air. The pasties opened fire upon Darth Mullet, Darth Mullet tride to doge the paint as best as he could, but he wasnt quick enough, he was shot and fell to the stage The pasties converged on top of him, right into his trap. Darth Mullet drew ipon his power and send a wave of energy out and the pasties were blown back, Darth Mullet punched the ground with his palms and sent himself into the air. He drew upon more energy and plummetted towards a pile of pasties. He picked one up by the feet and started to swing him around and he let go and the pastie went flying towards into other incoming pasties. "I AM ALL THAT IS MAN!!" Darth Mullet yelled. Commodore siezed this moment and headed towards the door. A pastie stopped him and told him to go back. Commodore put his head down as if obeying the pastie, but with a quick power surge searing towards his fist, Commodore punched the pastie in the chest sending him flying threw the door. "Thanks for openeing the door for me" Commodore said and ran into the office. He grabbed the phone, he called Moda but there was no answer, damn.. he thought. Commodore spun around Airhead was following him. "Get out of here, its not safe." Commodore said, trying to obey what Darth Mullet had told him. "I went through the war with you, and you still treat me like im a civilian. You are not my dad, i do what i want." Airhead demanded. Commodore grinned, he was thankful for her attidude, he was gonna need all the help he can get. "Plus this story has gone from a comedey, to an action flick, i always often like switching my part in a story." Airhead said. Commodore forced a chuckle, he told her to follow and he ran past her towards the stairs. He raced up the steps to the very top floor, he jumped the lock door that led to the 3rd floor, which was vacant. Upstairs housed a hang glider for some unknown reason. He got to the room which it was supposed to be in, and it wasnt there. Comodore ran to the entrance to the roof and opened up the door. He was unprepared for what he saw. There stood Justin Dayhoff..... |