...is *not* dead

Darkness. It had been dark and deathly quiet for many years. Time was immaterial. For what does time care when no one is around to measure it. Softly, the sound of a single set of footsteps permeated the inky void. The scraping sound of footsteps coming to a halt was heard followed abruptly by a ‘thump-scrape-click’. A dim light flickered off and on, struggling to become a steady dull light. The darkness was instantly reduced, allowing the low light to reveal what appeared to be a large auditorium. The figure proceeded down the isle. He was dressed in what would be called for the times, as business attire. As he walked, he heard the deep groan of machinery, unaccustomed to being used, suddenly forced into action against it’s will. Above the huge oaken stage, a sliver of light appeared in the ceiling, followed by the distinct clinking of metal before the access door closed. The hazy light slowly increased in brightness as the generator below once again began to pulse it’s familiar motif. Aisle lights returned to their faint trails, overhead lights warmed, turning inert to yellow, ivory. The exit signs glowered, beneath one, the door ripped open. The blinding light created a silhouette around the individual that entered before the door was abruptly shut. As the well dressed figure leaped up on the enormous platform, he noted a large square hole in the middle, towards the rear. He glanced as Auntie-Bellum lumbered toward him from the exit door, metal on his leather jacket jingling. A ‘clang’ immediately followed by a hum was heard from below, as Oed dropped from the ceiling. He walked over to Vong and Auntie. The humming continued as the platform brought PumpMonkey and four lockers level to them. They all looked at their lockers and smiled at each other. Inside were their spinfusors, sniper rifles, and jet packs. Vong took an involuntary step toward his locker.
Pump was the first to speak,
“So….Are we still game?”
“Hell yes,” Vong replied. “I was my idea we reform.”
“I’m in,” Oed affirmed. “And if so – who else is in?”
Auntie was already caressing his Mortar- Launcher…

~PM~

 

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