'Carpet, just let me knock! We've gotta talk to Bransom about the Neno!' Silo complained from where she crouched, her back the wall outside
'Would you keep it down I can't hear!' Carpet hissed.
'Didn't anyone ever tell you it isn't nice to eavesdrop.' Silo grumbled picking at Carpet's nap beneath her feet.
'Who said I was nice? Stop picking at me and be quiet or leave!'
Carpet who rarely lost his temper with Silo did now.
In fact he'd been acting touchy ever since her little crying jag, she thought, but curiosity got the best of her, as always, so she stopped to listen
as voices from inside the room grew louder.
'But Chumley, it's an honor!' A voice that could only belong to Bransom cheered.
'You're finally going places!' She crooned, the pleasure she found at the Regallians recent military advancement acting like an aphrodisiac on the
'First Security Officer no Chumley.' Chumley answered pouting. 'First Security Officer Whisper.' Clearly the big Regallians opinion wasn't to
'Whisper! All you talk about is Whisper.' She mocked making 'Whisper' a two-syllable sing song. 'Now come here and stop talking Whisper.
Whisper was your commanding officer and now you're
First Security Officer.' Bransom's heavy breathing could be heard in the hall where Silo
and Carpet cringed in open revulsion at the wet kissing sounds coming from the room.
'Chumleyyyyyyy, please, be happy!' She whined, 'You're finally...'
'Going places.' Chumley parroted still pouting. 'Chumley don't want to go places.'
'Oh please! You should be glad this Whisper is gone!' Bransom said in exasperation.
The sound of fists pounding on a firm surface made Silo and Carpet jump in place.
'WHAT DID YOU SAY?!'
Chumley bellowed causing the Yydryl to shift underfoot.
'Now Chumley, you don't have to get upset hun...' Bransom crooned placating.
'WHAT DID YOU SAY!'
That time the Yydryl didn't just jolt, but rolled under Silo's feet causing her to trip in place.
'WHAT DID YOU SAYYYYY!'
Chumley repeated the words again, this time his anger turned to pure agony.
'Silo!' What's going on here?' Ship asked from nowhere causing Silo to jump and squeal. Carpet for his part bolted half way down the hall
before laying his tread back to Chumley's door.
'Shhhh! Keep it down!' Carpet recovered quickly to silence Ship in much the same way he'd done Silo.
'Why? What are you two up to, and what's all that yelling? Enough stomping in there to tilt my course.' Ship asked again but quieter this
'We came by to talk to President Bransom but we're, um, kind'a waiting.' Silo hesitated, 'We don't want to interrupt them...' She said red
Sounds of breaking glass and Chumley's thrashing about punctuated Silo's words.
'You mean you're eavesdropping.' Ship deadpanned. 'Didn't anyone ever tell you two...'
'That it's not nice to eavesdrop, we know
!' They replied in unison before another crash, louder this time, came from somewhere in Chumley's
'CHUMLEY'S NO GLAD WHISPER IS GONE! CHUMLEY'S MISSING WHISPER!'
His voice rising to a pained hysteria was hard for his friends listening
in to hear, but obviously not the President.
'Now Chumley calm down. Missing your Commander is noble. Yes, it's very commendable of you.'
When Chumley responded with another howl and fist to the wall, Bransom, sounding all the part the reproving mother addressing a naughty child raised
her voice shrilly and continued.
'Missing him or no it gives you no excuse to yell! No, not one excuse at all! Chumley, I don't like your tone of voice. Not one bit. And your
demonstrations are becoming quite infantile!' Placating having failed they could hear the hackles rising in the President's voice.
'Now Chumley, compose yourself and tell me just why you're so upset about the EX
First Security Officer abandoning
given post!' The emphasis on 'Ex' and 'abandoned'.
At this the eavesdroppers made ready to bolt and Ship nearly called for security droids but they all hesitated in wait for Chumley's response as
he'd said something, but either had his teeth buried in Bransom's neck, or was speaking too low to be heard.
'What was that Chumley, speak up now, speak up!' Bransom, patience completely lost didn't even try to mask her annoyance. 'Take your tentacles
away from your face and tell me what you're sniveling about!'
Relieved but hardly believing Chumley hadn't strangled Bransom on the spot the trio's collective hearts went out to their friend overhearing his
'Whisper's a lady. Chumley loves Whisper. Chumley want Whisper to come back.' Chumley repeated, his voice choked with emotion, the loving caress
as he pronounced her name heartbreaking to hear.
Bransom greeted Chumley's disclosure with a pregnant silence so deep it could be felt in the hall where the bystanders were frozen, dumbfounded.
They couldn't believe their ears. Chumley had finally given up his secret and to President Bransom!
The waiting was excruciating, the quiet unbearable. Just as Silo was about to ask Ship to take a 'peak' in the room Chumley's door hissed open and
Bransom exited his chambers regal as a queen.
Cool as an iceberg Bransom turned back to the doorway, lowered her head into her shoulders and sneered, 'And I hope she NEVER comes back!' Bransom
shot, the scorn dripping hot from lips smiling a smile that only enhanced the evil intent behind her words and eye's.
No one moved, no one dared even to breath.
But Chumley it seamed wasn't about to take the baiting.
He didn't explode from the room to squash the President into oblivion.
He didn't yell, or scream, pound the walls with his head...
What he did made Bransom's face change to an alarming shade of pale.
With eyes round and growing wider Bransom retreated from the door, a fast backwards shuffle that didn't stop until she made it to the far wall of the
But not quite far enough to evade the thick cloudy green stream of Regellian pee jetting from the room, through the doorway and across the hall to
splash precisely on top of the President's glossy black boots.
Staring in horror, her mouth unable to articulate the obscenities screaming through her mind Bransom sputtered, caught her breath and sputtered again
before letting out with a mind numbing roar.
'YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT YOU... YOU... HEATHEN!'
Bransom bellowed clutching her uniform close and shuffling sideways to escape the stream of
putrid juice stills aimed her way.
'You too, you little THING!' Bransom spat at Silo where she'd spied her crouched against the wall. Intent as she was to escape, still Bransom's
stopped long enough to shoot Silo an evil gleam full of raging hate from beady little eyes gone maniacal.
Eyes narrowing to slits in her contorted face the enraged President's voice lowered even more threateningly.
'And If you think, for one moment, I'm going to spend, another minute on this despicable excuse of a Bio-Starship, without reporting to LAB that one
of their four-eyed little EXPERIMENTS has gotten loose you've got another guess coming!'
Voice having risen to a scream Bransom stopped, gasped for breath, blinked and looked for all she was worth like she'd just woken from a appallingly
Righting herself on squared shoulders the President brushed at her arms, the front of her uniform and pointedly lifted her chin.
Executing a precise about-face and without waiting for a response the President marched smartly down the hall ordering working droids to pack her
things as she went.
'Creator help me, she's going to tell on me...' Silo sighed in shock letting her back slide down the wall to bury her head in her hands.
'She insulted me!' Ship replied in a mixture of awe and challenge, leaving Carpet and Silo to deal with Chumley as she made off to confront the
'He peed on me!' Carpet wailed mortified.
'I sorry little Carpet.' Chumley's face poking out from the doorway couldn't have looked more miserable had he tried.
'You PEED on me!' Carpet wailed again.
Silo burst out laughing but it didn't take long before the laughter turned to tears.
[edit on 30-6-2010 by silo13]