Spooks in Space part XVII

Rob dove from the Space-helicopter like a professional diver, except instead of diving into water, he was diving into the atmosphere of a spooky planet shaped like a skull that was on fire.

And unlike a diver, he was no ottermode twink, but a hulking Super Space Marine, the most powerful soldier known to the Universe.

Suddenly, an even more powerful soldier that would henceforth be known to the Universe intercepted him in midair.

It was an Ultra-Skeleton Marine, with a jetpack! And not just one, but two. They grabbed Rob by his arms and lifted him away from Planet Bones, and back into space.

“This is bullshit!” cried Rob, struggling in vain.

“Foolish pathetic idiot ignorant human, did you really think that you’d ever be able to become stronger than us? We are the ultimate beings in this Universe!” the cackled, and they threw him into a star.

“ROB, NOOOOOOOOOOO!” cried Raymond, forced to watch from the King Skeleton’s Bone-Palace, through a telescope.

“See that, boy?” laughed King Skeleton, “Your only hope of rescue has been flung into a star! Lmao!”

Meanwhile, back on the space-helicopter, everyone was horrified to see the only Super-Space Marine so easily thrown into a star, by such horrifying foes as the Ultra-Skeleton Marines, who were now flying straight toward them with their jetpacks.

“We’ve got to get out of here!” cried Space Marine #1, “Irish Pilot, engage the Fucking Leave Drive!”

“Damn those skeletons! Damn them all to hell!” roared Space Marine #3.

Asia Bones shot him a deadly, spooky look, but deep inside, he was more disappointed in his own bony-people.

“NO! NO! I’m going to try to reason with them!” he announced, and jumped out of the space-helicopter.

“Asia Bones, noooooooooooooo!!!” cried Rasta Rick, “Dey’ll trow you into da star like young Rober’!”

But Asia Bones had no fear in his bony heart, and as he was grabbed by the two Ultra-Skeleton Marines, he suddenly got like that power from Shadow of Mordor lmao where he can mind-control them or whatever, and he placed his bony hands on the back of their heads.

“I AM ASIA BONES, THE GREATEST SKELETON-MARTIAL ARTIST IN THE WORLD, AND I DEMAND YOUR COMPLIANCE!” he said sternly, and the Ultra-Skeleton Marines were then under his control.

“Take me to your king!” he demanded, and they began flying him toward the Bone-Palace.

“What the hell did I just see?” asked Irish Pilot, disengaging the FLD.

“It be old juju,” said Rasta Rick wisely, “Ahve only seenit ah few times in mah life…

Dah old Masta’s got powa over da spirit’a livin’ tings. Dats how ‘e helped me escape. Ees truly inspirin’”

“That may be so,” said Space Marine #3, “But the King Skeleton is a gigantic asshole. I doubt he’ll be so easily swayed.”

“If that’s the case, surely Asia could just beat the shit out of him?” asked Space Marine #1, “I mean, he’s the greatest martial-artist who ever lived, right?”

“One ‘a da greatest for sure,” said Rasta Rick, looking down solemnly, “But so many skeletons know karate now’days, it be foolish ta takeit for granted.”

“We’ve got to get down there and help him, somehow!” said Irish Pilot.

“No mon… if ‘e turns off da fire-valve, we’ll know. But now? All we cahn do now es wait…”

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