|The Intergalactic Rebel Troop Leader (standard:humor, 1983 words)|
|Author: Jim Westergren||Added: Jan 13 2005||Views/Reads: 1770/1099||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|A pilot with a stupid character makes a very fatal mistake. The story illustrates what can happen between two different people with totally different reality.|
The new pilot of the Intergalactic Rebel Troop was desperate to find his leader. They had lost each other as he had made a mistake on the strategic defence operation Alpha 17 by having gone to wrong location. He had misunderstood the mission orders which had brought him in confusion - something he realized when it was far too late. Mr. Peresterdono Tracynibolo Siffikipoloposofolousnis - his name was too complex (born in sector 14) so his friends used to call him Mr. PTS - was very aware of the fact that per senior policy of the Rebel Troop, he had to find the leader and pick him up even though the search had now been ongoing for more than 2 eons. He was a new recruit into the Rebel Troop and additionally very uncertain to his character. "It was too risky to take any decisions by himself - he had to find his leader" he had thought while doing his search. -- 2 -- John loved to be a farmer and to live alone isolated from the rest of the world. He lived far out from any city, the next neighbouring house were several kilometres away. He had his own grounds, cows, and little wooden house - for him it was perfect. He had made himself strong as a result of the heavy daily work. He personally really hated the city-people. "They cannot work and the only thing they do is to move papers", "We farmers are the real people" were a few of the solid fixed ideas in the mind of the farmer John. This sunny day John was on the way with one of his dogs back to his little cottage. He entered in the cottage which only consisted of one room, slapped the dog when it tried to pee on the floor and cut off a piece from the smoked ham which was hanging on the door. John had been used to the more than 20 flies that were eating on that ham but he did not care so much, as for him it was normal. -- 3 -- The pilot of the Intergalactic Rebel Troop was very satisfied when he spotted the person he was looking for on the special radar detectors he himself had modified for the ship. It was an unidentified planet and Mr. Peresterdono was flying into the atmosphere in order to land. Mr. Peresterdono had first forgotten to turn on the cooling system but realized it when the metal started to melt of the burning friction. The planet's surface seemed to be solid, good gravity and atmosphere he could breathe. The Pilot and his little spaceship hit the ground and Mr. Peresterdono activated the brakes in order to stop the ship from sliding. The structure of the ground was not so good to land on and even though the breaks on the ship were still on, the friction of the black ground was too low to prevent the ship from sliding. Finally the ship stopped and some pieces of the ground went in the air and landed on a group of standing big beings. Then the beings said: "Mooooh!" in a kind of threatening way. His advanced computer system could not identify nor translate this language, which was very strange. Mr. Peresterdono went out fast with his laser gun of the latest model and made sure these big standing beings did not attack him. They were looking strange at him and were all chewing. This made him a bit afraid - they were like killing machines, systematically chewing up everybody and everything. He was running towards the little wooden house and then suddenly he slipped on some yellow slimy material on the ground. He took some up with his hand and decided to not taste it. He went further, opened the wooden house with an instant, lost his control and manners after what revealed for him and screamed: Click here to read the rest of this story (192 more lines)
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