The Holodeck: Part #13

Jaselyn: Jaselyn looks down on her holographic double on the ground, pelting the vines with paint. She doesn’t have long to look, as the dirigible is hitting some major turbulence and she’s being jolted side-to-side like the cast of Star Trek on the bridge during a fight with the Romulans.

It takes all of Jaselyn’s strength not to let loose on their foes with a vengeance for having tricked Edward into setting off the McGuffin, but she has to vent her rage somewhere.

“Benedict!” she calls out. “Can’t you fly this thing more steadily? We’ve got to get out of here or Angela’s a goner! This Cory fellow has a wanted poster for her, and if he sees us with her, we’re probably next!”

She finds a place to steady her feet, making sure Angela is well inside the dirigible and safe from any stray paintballs. Fastening herself to the handrail by the door, she takes a knee and aims. A quick round of *put put* and she hits Ben square in the chest. He slides down the vine, but regrips before he hits the ground. By then the *put put* of Jaselyn’s rifle has also stained Sugie with more magenta and Cory is next.

Another bump of turbulence!

“Benedict, what’s going on up there?”

Angela: “I was changing my outfit!” Angela shouts.  “It’s a dirigible, after all!”  Now sporting her spiffy new WWI flying ace uniform to match Benedict, Angela reaches down to Jaselyn to reenact her best LOTR impression.

“Reach!”  she cries, “Don’t you dare let go!”

Behind Angela, Benedict takes the helm and steadies the dirigible.  Benedict’s paint bomb rolls about on the deck.

Jaselyn looks down at the chaos and wanted poster below.  Then looks up at Angela who stretches her arm until pain fires down her back. “Reach!”

“Wait a minute!” Jaselyn shouts.  “Is that mead on your breath!?”

Angela smiles. “Only a little.”

Jaselyn: With the realization that they have mead on board the dirigible, Jaselyn renews her stretch with greater vigor. After all, if they have mead, they might have some cabernet sauvignon! She grasps Angela’s hand, and together they do all they can to heave Jaselyn into the dirigible, but the jungle humidity has made their hands slick, and the sweat beading into Jaselyn’s eyes isn’t helping much.

“I’ve got you!” Angela exclaims, and with a final tug, Jaselyn swings her legs up and over, and rolls in to safety.

“Phew, that was close,” Jaselyn says, wiping the sweat from her brow. “Now how about a glass of wine? After all, it’s Christmas!”

Angela: On deck, Jaselyn sees a small, round table bedecked with a pristine white tablecloth and chairs.  Cognac, spiced mead, and yes… Cabernet Sauvignon sit on the table.

“And tea,” Benedict insists.

“Yes,” Angela says, “Tea, Earl Grey, hot.”


“We dine later,” Angela says, “First, we must rid of those who are against us and have a strong urge to paint the Mod red… and blue and orange.  And I have my eye on Cory who seems to have it in for me.”

“Quickly!” Angela shouts.  “Grab the paint bomb!”

Cocking her gun, Angela stands at the dirigible’s gunwale.  “EDWARD!” Angela’s voice carries over the Peruvian jungle.  “ARE YOU WITH US?”

From within the interior pocket of her WWI brown flight jacket, Angela withdraws the bottle of magic mustard and holds it over the Peruvian Jungle all for a chance to type ‘Peruvian Jungle’ yet again.


Ernesto Victorio: Crouching in a dirigible gondola, Ernesto takes aim at Angela’s helmet. Splat! A red paint started to drip into her fatigues.


Angela shrieks, pivots, and opens fire into the gondola.  Red paint peppers the deck and Ernesto, but spares the booze.

“I’m going down!” Angela announces. “Jaselyn! help Benedict and get that bomb ready!  I suspect Edward is in a ham induced coma!”

Jumping upon the gunwale, Angela leaps off the dirigible and pulls the cord of her chute.  The wind picks up and Angela sores over the Peruvian jungle toward the ruins of Machu Piccu.  Risking it all, she takes aim upon Ben and Sugie and proceeds to shower her balls upon them, pausing only briefly to locate Edward among the hullabaloo.

Jaselyn:  Before Jaselyn can respond, Angela is gone. No matter. She rushes toward the bomb, making sure to keep out of Ernesto’s range. Having no experience whatsoever with explosives, she is grateful for the neatly typed instructions and begins arming the warhead.

To be Continued

About the Author: Anna Imagination

Biographical Info... What you seek is my Story. Every Soul is a "Blurb" as one would read on the back of the book. But can people be "unwrapped" so easily? Most importantly, why try? I have long since learned to preserve the Savory that comes with Discovery. Learning of another Soul is a Journey. It is an Exploration. And it does not do the Soul Justice to try and condense a Soul Journey into a Bio.