The robot marched through the floater. It walked through endless rooms, rooms filled with wires, with pipes, with boilers...It traveled in an immense amount of elevators, but finally got to the top. With a creak and a sigh, it sat down on a chair next to a large table of agren and waited for its master.
Xorxen entered. Even though it was dark, the robot could see him very clearly. His glistening metallic form slowly glided to another chair, on the opposite end. His body was vaguely humanoid, however three legs stuck down from him, and, besides the normal two arms of a human, a large pincer extended from his back. Everything was covered in a dark glowing metal. His face, instead of directly coming out of his torso, extended horizontally fowards...His eyes glowed red in the light of the small glowlamp that hung from the ceiling.
"I trust you have it?" He purred, in a voice that reminded you he could destroy you at a whim.
"Yes master" groaned the robot (or Thing, as Xorxen liked to call it). Its voice resembled many malfunctioning gears that were just at the point of breaking.
"Bring it up to the main cargo bay...place it in one of the holds. You know how to...oil it and clean it?"
"I do not understand master".
"What's the word...feed it?"
"I believe so master".
"Then get out of my sight Thing... I have work to do. Tell me in fifteen hours what it's doing".
"Yes master".
"Now go!"
"Of course master"
Thing whirred and buzzed, but finally managed to get up. It reached the elevator, got in, and pressed one of the many buttons.
When it reached the cargo bay, it dumped the package unceremoniously on a type of table. It waited for a few moments, and left...
Gatherer floated away...Inside, at the very heart of the ship, Xorxen sat at his desk, lost in thought...
Far away, away from the planet of no name, inside the ship which had delivered the package, the man sat at the cockpit. He seemed to be laughing...or was he crying? He said: "At last. At last the prophecy will be fulfilled. At last we will return..."
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Heh, I'm going to try to write more often...I've been doing very little on this, as you can see
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[FIC] It has no name
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From MST3K's spoof of "Hercules Unchained"--heard as Roman medic soldiers carry off an unconscious Greek Hercules on a 1950's Army green canvas stretcher: "Hi, we're IX-I-I. Did somebody dial IX-I-I?"
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