(Story will hopefully be finished tonight… Like late tonight… Or tomorrow.)
For those of you who have no idea of what I’m talking about or maybe have never even heard of Coheed and Cambria, check out for http://cobaltandcalcium.com/story/ for a bit of C&C background. And listen to “A Favor House Atlantic” if you have never heard it before… Totally a must.
In either case, I hope you enjoy this little bit for now:
“On Favors”
With the loss of friends you didn’t have
I’ll call you when the time is right
Are you in or are you out?
For them all to know the end of us all
I tagged people that I know like Coheed. So *shrug*
(story will be either finished late tonight or tomorrow… but here’s a little bit):
On the Velorium Camper, Claudio and gang head to Shylos Ten for their recon mission… Or so they think. Al the Killer, their freighter pilot, has other plans in mind…
Claudio studies the calculations on the overhead map. “Al, we’re off course. Check our coords. We’re dangerously close to URA territory. We’re close to House Atlantic itself.” Al glanced back and grinned. “Settle down, my dear friend. We’re actually right on course… And should be arriving to our destination earlier than previously expected. Mr. Ryan will be pleased, possibly a few extra credits as my reward?” Claudio immediately reaches for his side arm but Al is too quick and draws his sniper rifle, and aims directly at Claudio’s temple before Claudio can even lift a finger. “Ah ah ah… Now now… Mr. Ryan wants you alive and well, my dear friend. Let’s not get hasty. You’re of no use to me dead.”
As this act of betrayal is transpiring, Ambellina walks in. “Al… what… what are you doing?” Staring at him, she realizes the situation as he grins back at her with flickering eyes. “You filthy trader… YOU FILTHY LYING DESPICABLE TRADER! WHY? WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? After all you’ve already done, have you no feeling to redeem yourself? I’ve seen the dead girls, Al… I know what you are, you monster. This only proves and confirms everything I believed about you.” Al snarls at her. “ME? YOU COLD HEARTED WHORE… I loved you… And you rejected me at every whim. You… rejected me…” Claudio then understands the real reason to Al’s betrayal. “This isn’t about credits, you love devastated fool. This is purely for more selfish reasons than credits. Because your pathetic excuse of a heart was broken.” Al wheels around back toward Claudio. “It matters not, now does it? The Velorium Camper is set to auto-pilot on a one way, well for you two at least, trip to House Atlantic… At Mr. Ryan’s mercy. And from what I understand, he’s not a big one for that sort of thing.”
The ship continues its course for House Atlantic at a bounding pace. Claudio and Ambellina continue to remain at a stalemate with their psychotic captor… While Claudio is telepathically communicating to his uncle one thing, repeatedly: S.O.S.
The ship arrives at House Atlantic, exactly as Al said, ahead of schedule. The giant glass beacon of a house reflects throughout the entire ship, light flooding the docking bay as it opens…
