S1, 02 You Spin Me Right Round baby (September 18, 2018)

The Time, some time, anytime, as far as the Prisoners knew, there were no time-zones in space, and clocks were a rare commodity. No Sun, No moon, just the cold hum of the ship's engines, and the empty void of space. The Where? Some Ship, though they were probably told the name of the ship at some point, they brushed aside that information when they were faced with more pressing matters, they were, after all, about to go fight in the war, and they were scarce on weapons.

"I don't think you should be pulling on that pipe," said Phantom, a robed individual, wearing an ornate mask to conceal both her face and her motives.

"Look around, this ship is literally nothing but plastic tubing, I think the ship could limp along without this measly scrap." The Wolf replied, going by the name of 'Doug', unaware of the pun. Perhaps, his fellow inmates might have just been calling him 'Dog', and the strange cyborg had just misunderstood what they had been calling him. Regardless, Doug had continued tugging on the PVC pipe that he hoped to fashion into a weapon, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until the pipe had given way,

Causing him to tumble back into his unwilling comrades.

"Hey, like, watch it, man," Replied Whiteout, a man with a ridiculous mustache, and an even more ridiculous backstory.

"So, uh, we're supposed to be attacking a ship right," Doug questioned,"Um, Where's the ship?"

Phantom grumbled something before saying,"Hey idiot, have you tried looking up?"

"Technically, there is no up or down in space." Replied Seeker, a stout Mandroid, tasked with leading the other three into battle.

"Oh, I see what you mean,"Doug replied sheepishly," I suppose that up and down are in the same place that the clocks are."

"The Time is eleven thirty," Seeker answered.

Whiteout paused, "Is that so?"

"I do not know,"The robot shrugged,"I was guessing."

"So, like, when we're still asking questions and whatnot,so, how are we breathing and, uh, not dieing in space?" Whiteout continued.

"It's pretty smart actually," said Phantom,"It's an old space pirate idea called an Atmosfield, it would be used to make unspaceworthy ships spaceworthy, but it could also be used to trick airlocks into thinking they were within a planet's atmosphere, causing it to, well, unlock."

Doug thought for a moment,"That still doesn't tell us how we get down, or up."

"The artificial gravity is weak here," Phantom replied, all you have to do is jump."

Shrugging, Doug pushed off of the deck to then promptly smack into the other ship's deck.

"That was, like, far out man." Whiteout rambled.

"Ughh, That was more painful than I thought it would be," groaned Doug.

"Our assignment is to capture the ship's captain, and then interrogate him." Ordered Seeker,"I shall lead you to the Bridge."

"Well, down the hatch we go," Phantom directed, as she slipped into the ship.

The group walked down several hallways, before Seeker led them to a large room,"Behold, the Command Bridge."

"You, idiot!" Phantom shouted,"this isn't the command bridge!"

"So it would seem." replied the robot.

"Quick, I heard voices!" shouted a voice from the end of the hallway, then followed by the sounds of footsteps.

"We need to get the heck outta dodge," Whiteout yelled, sounding more competent than usual, dropping down to the second floor.

"Where'd his druggie voice go?" Doug asked, confused.

"Probably the same place that the clocks went, now shut up before someone shoots you!" Phantom snapped, before dropping down after Whiteout.

"They're in the cargo bay," asserted an insurgent.

"It looks like one of them dropped a broken saw blade tapped to a novelty foam shovel." observed another one of the Aurellians.

"Spread out to cover more ground," ordered the Commander

"This is bad, really bad," Doug murmured.

"Give me the Gun whiteout," Phantom ordered.

"No way," he replied,"I need to be able to defend myself."

She asserted, "I am a trained assassin."

"Well," lied Whiteout,"So am I."

"I don't think you have any idea who you're supposed to be," She growled in response.

The Man shrugged,"All I know is that I need to protect myself."

"I could do a lot better job of that if you would just give me the gun!" yelled phantom.

"Oh for goodness sake," Doug growled, grabbing the gun and shooting the nearest Aurellian.

Using Doug as a distraction, Phantom slinked past the cargo containers.

She poked out from behind her cover and eyed her prey with malicious intent.

With the precision of a laser, she threw the knife into the man's neck, who let out a gurgle before falling to the ground.

At that moment, another trooper steeped behind her, ready to shoot,

but was knocked out by a swing from Whiteout.

Doug panicked, "I, I, I just killed someone," he fell to his knees,"I, I think I'm going to barf."

"Don't worry Douglas,"Seeker asserted,"Aurellians are not people, they are pigs who need to be slaughtered."

"I thought you said you were a hardened Criminal." Phantom mumbled.

"I lied, okay!" Doug grumbled,"It's not like any of you haven't lied before."

"I follow the way and the truth and the life." Seeker quipped.

Whiteout turned towards them,"Can we make one stop before we head to the bridge?" He asked.

"Do I look like a M80 to you guys?" inquired whiteout.

Phantom face-palmed,"is this an Emergency?"

"Yes," answered Whiteout,"This is the most I've had to go to the bathroom in years."

"There are bathroom facilities back on the Prison Colony." Suggested Seeker.

"I am not using those port a potties duck-tapped to the hull, I am a man of standards, and right now, the Aurellians have the nicest bathrooms."

"Whatever, I'll be back in a second."

Elsewhere, on the bridge of the ship,"Sir, several Imperium Soldiers have boarded the ship, they're taking it by force!"

"Release the Monkey." Ordered the captain.

Back to the Bathroom;

an ugly ape like creature dropped down from the ceiling,it's malformed face smelled an intruder, and the ape thing began to pound on the stall.

"This stall is occupied!" Whiteout grumbled.

The 'Monkey' made an enraged shrieking sound before shaking the door harder.

Frustrated with the intruder, Whiteout fired his gun at the door, catching the savage creature in the chest.

"Man, he sure is taking a long time." Doug noted.

Whiteout walked up to wash his hands, he gazed up at the mirror, and rasied his hand to touch his reflection.

"You are a good looking hunk of man, don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Any who, after these idiots fooled around for about thirty minutes, they had finally reached the bridge. "Put your Hands Up!" Seeker Shouted.

"We will never surrender to you!" The captain shouted.

"That's convenient,"Seeker replied," we were ordered not to accept surrender or take prisoners! Oh, do you like scripture?"

"What?" The captain asked, confused.

"Mathew Chapter thirteen, verse forty two, 'They will throw them into the blazing furnace, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth," He shouted, in a feverous rage, setting fire to the Captain,

who began to spasm and writhe in agony, the flames searing his flesh.

"Uh, weren't we supposed to interrogate him?" Whiteout asked, poking the corpse.

"Ugh, it smells awful, it feels like my insides are dying," Doug wheezed.

"If anyone asks," Phantom began,"He spontaneously Combusted."

At that moment, the captain lurched and contorted in a painful way.

"Agh! He's still alive!" Whiteout shouted, shooting the body several times.

"Ooh, I, probably shouldn't have done that.

"Here's what we're going to say, he shot himself, and then he spontaneously combusted, that's the story we're sticking to."

A very different event was occurring on the enemy ship's bridge.

The Captain turned his chair to face the active holodisk,"What is it?" He asked in a gruff, impatient voice."

"Well sir, I think we've found what we've been looking for, they've received several messages about the you know what."

"Play the latest message," He ordered.

"As you command, Sir."

"This is Commander Argus of the First Aurellian Battle fleet! Do not Follow us, repeat, do not follow us! We were fools, dreamers chasing fog, an endless maze with no prize. The quest has failed, there are very few of us left, and we're dying. There is nothing out here, nothing but pain and suffering, the likes of which cannot be comprehended. Death awaits us, and anyone foolish enough to follow.

"There are terrible things out here, we were not prepared."

"Trace the signal and plot a course," The Captain ordered.

The Line was quite, "But sir, the message."

"Did I stutter?" Shouted the Captain,"You will find the source of the signal, and take us there."

"It will take time to triangulate," The officer replied.

The Captain paused, deep in thought,"We have nothing but Time..."