Rivalry (The Two Moons of Rehnor, Book 12) by J. Naomi Ay

Author:J. Naomi Ay [Ay, J. Naomi]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Ayzenberg, Inc.
Published: 2014-01-07T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

Jim

“Do something, Jimmy,” Shelly demanded, pacing the short distance of the cabin while Gwen and I huddled on the couch. Todd was sitting at the table pouring himself a bowl of Tim’s cornflakes.

“Uh, dude?” I prompted. “Do you have any way to take back control of this plane?”

"Sorry, Duke," Todd replied. "Hey, Old Man, can you pass me the milk? I told you, Jim, this plane is about as technically advanced as a Dump Truck. You turn it on. You set your course. You shift into fly and away you go. Unless you want to go knock that dude on the head, and tie him up, we'll have to wait until we get to wherever it is he's taking us."

"The milk container is empty," the Admiral replied, studying the bottle by holding it up to the light. "You'll have to order another one from the Insta-Fridge on the wall."

"We don't have an Insta-Fridge on this plane," Shelly snapped, still pacing back and forth. "We have a mini-fridge, and right now, it's practically empty. We're all going to starve before we get to wherever he's taking us."

"There must be some other way," Gwen insisted. "What about the black box bay? Can we disconnect the controls or the power?"

"All starships have the Insta-Fridge system," the Admiral declared, rising to his feet. "I insisted it be part of the D-1-76-C specifications."

"How come you can remember the specs from a starship built sixty years ago, but you can't recall how to put on your own pants?"

"Shelly," I said with a sigh. "Leave him alone."

"That's alright, Thad. I can handle your mother myself."

"Is it time for your nap, Grandpa?" Gwen took the Admiral's arm.

"I have a call at oh-niner-thirty with Spaceforce Command. I'm going to inform them of the deficiencies in this vessel. I expect an immediate retrofit. Prepare to head for drydock after this mission."

"Ha!" Todd snorted. "We'll do that, Old Man. Tell them to send us some fresh milk while you're at it."

"There might be some powdered milk in the cupboard." Shelly disappeared inside the tiny galley.

"No, I only want the real stuff," Todd called to her. "I don't like that fake, artificial shit. If you don't have anything else, I'll have to eat my flakes with beer. Seriously, Jim. This ain't no pleasure cruise."

"Seriously, dude," I replied. "You're not supposed to be having fun. What about Gwen's suggestion? Can we disconnect anything from down below?"

"I don't know, bro. I just drive these things. I'm no engineer. You could try, but if you unplug the wrong one, you might end up cutting off our air supply. Why don't we attack the freak with something? Or, each one of us can grab an arm."

"Who?" Shelly demanded, returning from the galley with a box of crackers.

"Not you, Gran," I insisted.

"We can hit him on the head," Todd continued. "We need a shovel, or an axe, something hard and heavy."

"Oh sure. We all have shovels and axes in our staterooms," Shelly snapped.

“Gramps is asleep again.” Gwen returned, and rubbed her hands.

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