Junior Earplug Adventures: We Stand Accused (Part 21)


Meanwhile, back in the city of Scroton Prime, the terrestrials and prospectors had lost their quarry in the labyrinth of city side streets. So they split up and went searching for them in pairs.

Magnuss decided to shed his gold colouring and paired up with Zip again. Together they dipped into the subterranean access walkways…

Zip, being a desert dweller, and a subsequent abductee, understood even less about the city than Magnuss, who, himself, knew diddally squat. Soon both became hopelessly lost…

…and Magnuss’s often recalcitrant bowel began releasing noxious vapours. Fortunately for Zip, his kind had developed the ability to withstand sand storms by closing their nostrils and breathing through their ears, so the smell from Magnuss’s out-gassings didn’t send him into a state of catatonic shock.  Fortune then smiled upon them further as signage appeared upon the corridor walls…

It soon became clear to them that they were on the right track. The Security Recruitment office was only a short distance away. Now all that Magnuss needed to contend with was a period of indecision…

Which way should they turn next – to the left or to the right?

It was at this precise moment that an event, located far across the galaxy, took precedence over the adventure of Magnuss Earplug. The Wetworld star ship, Chi-Z-Sox…

…had lingered in the region of space that contained the deuterium rich water world into which the ship had been forced to crash-land several weeks earlier…

Professor Hydious Gout, the co-inventor and captain of the interstellar vessel…

…remained intrigued by the notion of an underwater race that was so defensive of their plentiful deuterium that they would attack anyone or anything that threatened to take so much as a teaspoonful – using directed energy weapons no less…

Over and over he watched footage of their submarine city…

Of course he had no idea whatsoever that his actions were being watched across half the galaxy – including the bridge of the K T Woo…

…and the Museum of Future Technology…

…where the workforce felt confident that Gout wouldn’t foul up…

And they were quite right to, because, having ruminated long enough, Gout had the ship turned around and was about to blast for distant worlds…

…when he got a call from the bio-lab. Within seconds he and his wife, Putridity, stood looking with disbelief as a strange water-born life form hung suspended in saline water…

To be continued…

© Paul Trevor Nolan 2017

 

 

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