Ah . . . no, this isn't the place for dirty jokes.
Anyway, looks like "Weapon Masters" will be a fun book to write. Currently planning my way through "The Pretender".
CHAPTER SIX:
Advising Against Aggressive Diplomacy
"Hold up, Cloak," Dino said, "we should set up another group on . . . on . . . on . . . what planet do Chronosapiens hail, anyway?"
"I . . ." Cloak said, "I don't know its name."
"Kind of important, don't you think?"
"And we must be careful how we do this, as well," Richard said. "One error, one misstep, may make things even worse, may deteriorate time even further. Serious consideration needs to be taken."
"We don't have time for debate!" Cloak protested.
"Don't have time to stop the end of time," Aquilai mused infuriatingly. "That's ironic -- or an oxymoron, or something."
"
Hilarious, Time Lord," Cloak said, dryly without expression. "Real Gateburst funny."
"Cloak, relax a little. All this stress can't be good for you." Saffa said. "It will turn out alright. It always does."
Cloak gaped at her. She was choosing
now of all times to get complacent?
"So, two teams of three?" Dino suggested.
"You guys are forgetting that Yarin's ship is the only functional ship we have." Cloak said. His tone was still testy.
After a couple of hours of what Cloak considered fruitless debating, it was decided that Yarin was to drop Cloak, Parker, and Saffa off on Chronia, and Helen, Abby, and Underseen at the Chronosapien homeplanet. Yarin will be piloting, of course, and Aquilai will be coordinating from the ship.
"Now that we got that pointlessness out of the way," Cloak said, still testy, "let's get get going!"
***
After the two deluded Kryptonians . . . uh . . .
finished, they became aware of a ship leaving a planet's atmosphere.
"Oh, dear. What could this be?" Wala said, as if it was a minor inconvenience. Not something to be considered.
"Eh, probably nothing, dear." Jak-Yr assured her. "Our plan unfolds as delicately and beautifully as a flower blossom."
Wala reels Jak-Yr in to her arms, giving him a loving, doting kiss, saying, "C'mere you."