Thursday, April 4, 2013

D: Dynasty of Dreadful Behavior

This is part of a continuous story, so start HERE at A.  If you'd like to read all the installments in one convenient place, you can find them on this PAGE.

Dynasty of Dreadful Behavior

Adam followed Ditz.  What other option did he have?

She pulled a sleek phaser from a holster hidden beneath her light pink shirt and held it out in front of her as she walked.  Moving in a crouch, she looked like an animal about to pounce on its prey.

“Ditz, what’s going on?”

“My name isn’t Ditz,” she replied.  “That was just my cover, and it seems they caught on to it sooner than I hoped.  My real name is Layla Garrison, and I’m here to help you.  If you want me to do that, shut up and do what I say.”

“So you have a plan?”  The embers of hope resurrected in his chest.

“Didn’t I say you needed to shut up?”  Though her words sounded entirely serious, her eyes glittered with amusement.

Adam resisted the urge to speak.  He didn’t want to give her the excuse to yell at him anymore.

She whipped her head around, surveying every intersecting hallway for any sign of trouble.  “Hurry up, bonehead,” she urged.  “They’ll be sending reinforcements any second.”

“I’m behind you,” Adam protested.

She gave him a dirty look.  “I wasn’t talking to you!”

He was about to ask who in the world she could have been talking to, but he was distracted when a warm sensation flooded his veins.  The world faded as his molecular structure lost cohesion and swirled about in a beam of golden light.

Adam’s rematerialized eyes first spotted a control panel with flashing multi-color lights.  A man in a jumpsuit sat there, and a moment later, Layla was walking over to greet that man with pink hair in hand.  Her real hair, a long chocolate brown that was slicked back into a ponytail, was much easier on the eyes.

“Where are we?” Adam asked as soon as he found his voice.

“A spaceship that’s about to break orbit,” she replied.

Adam laughed.  “I guess deus ex machina works as a method of escape.”

Layla laughed too.  “If you want to call it that, fine.  I call it ‘George and the big red button.’  He just had to break through the building’s security to get us out.  It all went according to plan.”

Adam sighed.  She didn’t seem to like him at all, which would make this trip decidedly unpleasant.  “Why did saving me become part of your plan at all?”

“Simple.”  Sitting beside George, she started tapping buttons.  “There’s a lot of dreadful behavior going on within the Federation.  Bibble is overstepping his bounds.  After he exiled you, he announced that he’s considering exiling the entire Sarcasian race.”

“But Bibble is Sarcasian!”

“True, but that only highlights how unstable he is,” Layla said.  Then she looked at George.  “The course is plotted.  Let’s go!”

“Go where?” Adam asked.

Layla stood again and approached Adam.  Her smile was almost seductive.  “Our secret base.  We’re collecting people to start a revolution, and you’re going to help us.”

Proceed to entry E.


  1. I'm liking this story. Curious about the bonehead she was talking to and the warm sensation he felt. Someone/thing take over his body?

    Shannon at The Warrior Muse

  2. Finally caught up on all of your posts... what a great story you have going on here!
    Dani & Jax @ Cover Girls

  3. She did help him escape - time to return the favor.

  4. What next? What next? The suspense is killing mel...

  5. This is getting harder and harder to wait for.
    Dani @ Entertaining Interests

  6. I'm lovin' this story!
    Checkin' in from the A to Z Challenge.
    Peanut Butter and Whine

  7. Dig the trespass of the fourth wall with the God-from-the-machine reference. :-)
    Some Dark Romantic

  8. I sense a romance on the horizon...