“It’s in the science lab!” Captain Clusterflame yells, his face crimson.
When Captain Starcrusher reappears, he carries the capsule in a small, transparent, indestructible box.
“You could have told me where it was instead of letting me look for it. Why—”
“—That’s where it was supposed to be. You forgot.”
“I never forget.”
“All too convenient. I never forget.” Captain Sunblast adds.
“Why did you put it there?” Captain Starcrusher insists, “you know the least about the capsules.”
“I thought it safer.”
“He lies!” Labaguette yells, grinning.
“He’s lying,” Captain Traumatic acknowledges.
“That’s a lie,” the King-Fool emphasises.
“Lies and more lies,” Birdseye continues.
“In space, there is no such thing as biased democratic consultations or witch-hunts!” Captain Sunblast blasts.
“No rules,” Captain Traumatic reiterates, “Gimme that damned bloody future capsule and I’ll show you how we can still have choices.”
“Stay out of this!” Captain Sunblast orders, “we’ve seen what you and your parrot are capable of.”
“The capsule is useless. It’s been tampered with.”
“He tampered with it,” Labaguette says, pointing his wing at Captain Sunblast.
“He did!” The King-Fool says.
“The future belongs to me,” Birdseye says, looking intently below him, his goggles lighting up, their beams focussing on the capsule.
“You can’t possibly…” Captain Traumatic says, “you can’t fly!”
“Only I can fly,” Labaguette remarks. “STOOOOOOP!” he yells at his comrade about to take a potentially deadly leap of faith.
“I can do what I want. I can create my own future,” Birdseye insists. Then, he raises his neck to the starless sky, deploys his wings and plunges towards the capsule, his future and Captain Starcrusher, mesmerised at the sight of this man-creature’s majestic and reckless, kamikaze style approach.
To be continued…