The Queen
The queen beckoned two of her drones to help her out of the nectar-honey bath. She had taken to bathing more often, as of late, what with the planned annihilation of the human and beetle races. And her larvae kept on demanding more food. And that damned Sally had escaped. That was what was bothering her the most. When she had commanded her executioner to release the Gnoztar, the creature had appeared in all its awesome, horrible monstrosity, but her prisoner had done the exact opposite, disappearing without a trace. She had had the entire ship searched, then every ship in the royal fleet, but it had yielded no results except for two dead guards she had sent to bring Sally to her. She fed them to her larvae, but not before removing their wings and pinning them to the pillars of the Great Hall as a message to traitors or anyone who failed in their duty towards the queen - the removal of wings was the worst thing that could happen to a bee, in life or death.
It couldn't have been magic, she had thought, gazing down upon the remains of the guards as her offspring tore them apart. The girl must have had some help. So she'd had the ships searched again Now no one can doubt my right to rule the bees. I am worthy of the power of this throne she had said to herself as the heads of five traitors were presented to her by her guards. But there was still no information about Sally.
She picked a Fraxtulian dress for the council meeting. She must look presentable in front of the six council members, lest they think less of her. In truth she cared little for the meetings and for her councilors, each one representing an appendage of his ruler, always jabbering and telling her of new problems. They never seemed to understand that ruling should be thrilling and easy, with one clear choice for each "problem" that arose.
Today didn't promise to be any different as Crongetang entered. At least it was him. He was younger than the other sputtering old fools, and he always had an easy smile upon his face.
"How is my grace this morn?" he asked.
"Fine as I can be with these meetings of yours."
"As our queen you must attend them."
"Well, if you insist so nicely." She followed CRongteng from her chambers, and her drones fell in step behind her.
"My grace, there are some matters I must discuss with you before we meet with the other councilors," Crongtange said as they walked. "The Saturnians and the Termite mining guild have declared war upon each other, but we still need the financial support of both groups to continue successfully in our war effort. There is also the matter of the revolt last week. It was the third one in a month, and the people are unhappy. They say-"
"I do not care what some dirty peasants have to say, nor do I give an ounce of honey about some
foreign wars. But where is Sally?"
"We have not turned up any evidence towards her disappearance as of yet."
"That is what you told me last week. And do you remember what I told you. If I do not have her head I will have someone's head in front of me as I sit upon my royal throne. Do I make myself clear?"
Then she looked down at her clothing She looked up slowly, glaring. "Who put this nectar-honey on my dress? Who!"
Her drones looked at each slowly. One of them spoke, "You did, your grace."
"What insolence is this?! You would claim I spilled my meal upon myself. HA! First it is lying, then usurping and murdering the queen in her bed!" she shouted "Well I shall have none of it," she said in a calmer but no less deadly voice. "You two shall fight to the death. Now."
"My grace," said Crangtang, "I would not suggest that course of action."
"Quiet! I will have blood and justice. I will not show weakness. I will have power!"
"My grace-"
"I have had enough of you too, Crongeteng. You are nothing but a traitor. Drones, do not fight yet. Execute my councilor!"
Her drones stayed where they were. "Why are you not moving. The queen has commanded you. Your ruler has commanded!" shouted the queen.
"That's not exactly true. I am their commander now," Crongetenge said softly.
"You? What? I'm queen. I'm ruler. You?"
"Well, not me exactly. I'm only the leader of the ruling council, the former council that you found so tiring. Believe me, my grace, we have grown tired of you too."
The queen couldn't even speak. She just looked at Crongteng. Then she realized that she had never seen this part of the ship before. It was dark and damp. And cold. That was when her drones started to advance on her.
"The ruling council has deemed that you are no longer necessary for the further fulfillment of our goals and the goals of the race."
"queen..........power..........queen" she said weakly.
"Not anymore." One of the drones raised an arm, and the queen screamed.
Sally got up. "Okay Mr. nice man," she said, "I'm just going to leave and follow your whole master plan and not try to save my race and the world from your evil scheme. Bye now!" She raced out of the room as she heard the man say,"Hey! Wait! For serious?"
The next room was dark and silent. All of a sudden a blinding light start flashing and a deafening noise filled the air. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM She struggled to the side of the room as three dozen people rushed into the middle of it and started twisting and jerking and hopping. A man popped out from behind the bar she had stumbled towards. He was short and bald and wore all black, including his sunglasses. He was very mysterious.
"Where am I?" she asked him.
"The BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM" he replied.
"The what?"
"THE MATRIX!"
"Oh. What's the matrix?"
"It is an enigma, a monstrosity, a beauty. It is the enslavement of mankind."
Sally peered across the room. "It actually looks like a dance club."
"Uh yeah, it is," he said less dramatically. "It's a techno dance club."
"That must mean I'm back on earth."
"Well duh. The matrix is like only the best techno club on the planet." The man was starting to seem much less mysterious.
"Well where's the exit. I need to get to Moscow and save my sister, earth, and the beetle and human races."
"The exit's right over there," said the man, pointing to a now-visible doorway, "And you can leave anytime you like-"
"Thank you. I'll be going."
"-Wait. Before you leave you must dance to 100 techno songs!"
Sally gasped. She realized the diabolicalness of what he said. She would never leave the club and never save the world, for as we all know, techno songs never end.
(OP: Nate, August 7 2007)
The queen beckoned two of her drones to help her out of the nectar-honey bath. She had taken to bathing more often, as of late, what with the planned annihilation of the human and beetle races. And her larvae kept on demanding more food. And that damned Sally had escaped. That was what was bothering her the most. When she had commanded her executioner to release the Gnoztar, the creature had appeared in all its awesome, horrible monstrosity, but her prisoner had done the exact opposite, disappearing without a trace. She had had the entire ship searched, then every ship in the royal fleet, but it had yielded no results except for two dead guards she had sent to bring Sally to her. She fed them to her larvae, but not before removing their wings and pinning them to the pillars of the Great Hall as a message to traitors or anyone who failed in their duty towards the queen - the removal of wings was the worst thing that could happen to a bee, in life or death.
It couldn't have been magic, she had thought, gazing down upon the remains of the guards as her offspring tore them apart. The girl must have had some help. So she'd had the ships searched again Now no one can doubt my right to rule the bees. I am worthy of the power of this throne she had said to herself as the heads of five traitors were presented to her by her guards. But there was still no information about Sally.
She picked a Fraxtulian dress for the council meeting. She must look presentable in front of the six council members, lest they think less of her. In truth she cared little for the meetings and for her councilors, each one representing an appendage of his ruler, always jabbering and telling her of new problems. They never seemed to understand that ruling should be thrilling and easy, with one clear choice for each "problem" that arose.
Today didn't promise to be any different as Crongetang entered. At least it was him. He was younger than the other sputtering old fools, and he always had an easy smile upon his face.
"How is my grace this morn?" he asked.
"Fine as I can be with these meetings of yours."
"As our queen you must attend them."
"Well, if you insist so nicely." She followed CRongteng from her chambers, and her drones fell in step behind her.
"My grace, there are some matters I must discuss with you before we meet with the other councilors," Crongtange said as they walked. "The Saturnians and the Termite mining guild have declared war upon each other, but we still need the financial support of both groups to continue successfully in our war effort. There is also the matter of the revolt last week. It was the third one in a month, and the people are unhappy. They say-"
"I do not care what some dirty peasants have to say, nor do I give an ounce of honey about some
foreign wars. But where is Sally?"
"We have not turned up any evidence towards her disappearance as of yet."
"That is what you told me last week. And do you remember what I told you. If I do not have her head I will have someone's head in front of me as I sit upon my royal throne. Do I make myself clear?"
Then she looked down at her clothing She looked up slowly, glaring. "Who put this nectar-honey on my dress? Who!"
Her drones looked at each slowly. One of them spoke, "You did, your grace."
"What insolence is this?! You would claim I spilled my meal upon myself. HA! First it is lying, then usurping and murdering the queen in her bed!" she shouted "Well I shall have none of it," she said in a calmer but no less deadly voice. "You two shall fight to the death. Now."
"My grace," said Crangtang, "I would not suggest that course of action."
"Quiet! I will have blood and justice. I will not show weakness. I will have power!"
"My grace-"
"I have had enough of you too, Crongeteng. You are nothing but a traitor. Drones, do not fight yet. Execute my councilor!"
Her drones stayed where they were. "Why are you not moving. The queen has commanded you. Your ruler has commanded!" shouted the queen.
"That's not exactly true. I am their commander now," Crongetenge said softly.
"You? What? I'm queen. I'm ruler. You?"
"Well, not me exactly. I'm only the leader of the ruling council, the former council that you found so tiring. Believe me, my grace, we have grown tired of you too."
The queen couldn't even speak. She just looked at Crongteng. Then she realized that she had never seen this part of the ship before. It was dark and damp. And cold. That was when her drones started to advance on her.
"The ruling council has deemed that you are no longer necessary for the further fulfillment of our goals and the goals of the race."
"queen..........power..........queen" she said weakly.
"Not anymore." One of the drones raised an arm, and the queen screamed.
Sally got up. "Okay Mr. nice man," she said, "I'm just going to leave and follow your whole master plan and not try to save my race and the world from your evil scheme. Bye now!" She raced out of the room as she heard the man say,"Hey! Wait! For serious?"
The next room was dark and silent. All of a sudden a blinding light start flashing and a deafening noise filled the air. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM She struggled to the side of the room as three dozen people rushed into the middle of it and started twisting and jerking and hopping. A man popped out from behind the bar she had stumbled towards. He was short and bald and wore all black, including his sunglasses. He was very mysterious.
"Where am I?" she asked him.
"The BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM" he replied.
"The what?"
"THE MATRIX!"
"Oh. What's the matrix?"
"It is an enigma, a monstrosity, a beauty. It is the enslavement of mankind."
Sally peered across the room. "It actually looks like a dance club."
"Uh yeah, it is," he said less dramatically. "It's a techno dance club."
"That must mean I'm back on earth."
"Well duh. The matrix is like only the best techno club on the planet." The man was starting to seem much less mysterious.
"Well where's the exit. I need to get to Moscow and save my sister, earth, and the beetle and human races."
"The exit's right over there," said the man, pointing to a now-visible doorway, "And you can leave anytime you like-"
"Thank you. I'll be going."
"-Wait. Before you leave you must dance to 100 techno songs!"
Sally gasped. She realized the diabolicalness of what he said. She would never leave the club and never save the world, for as we all know, techno songs never end.
(OP: Nate, August 7 2007)
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