Ch.1
He slowly and carefully tipped the beaker's yellow contents into the vile of purple liquid. The sticky, yellow, liquid ran down the side of the other beaker and into the purple mixture. Satisfied he took picked up the now greenish liquid and gently swirled it around. The light green became deep dark green. Gibson smiled and set it down softly.
Suddenly the intercom crackled to life and the voice of the team's second in command was heard, "Gibson can you come up here and help me with something," Antauri asked politely.
"Sure thing Antauri," the blue monkey responded and left to go help their second in command. He ran out the door and to the bridge, where he saw Antauri studying some viles.
"What's wrong Antauri?" Gibson asked as he walked up next to the silver monkey.
"I need your help to check this fuel for the rockets. To make sure tha-," He was cut off by a loud explosion that rocked the ship.
The two monkeys glanced at one another and ran towards the sound of the explosion. As they arrived they saw Otto and Sprx looking guilty. Otto was holding a large red ball.
"What Have you done?" Gibson asked running into his room and stared around him in disbeilife. His lab was nothing but ashes and dust.
"Sorry Gib. We were kinda playin ball and..." his voice trailed away.
Gibson rounded on them, "This is the last straw!" He screamed at them. Otto shrank back.
"Look it was an accident," Sprx said defensivly.
"An accident? Accident! Look at my room," He paused and glanced at the table where the concoction had sat, "Do you know what it took for me to get thoses materials? I had to haggle with some ideot over the phone, who didn't know english. Then it took them three months to get here. Then the damn stuff had to sit in a cooler for nine weeks before i could do anything with them."
Sprx had had enough of his yelling, "Look We said we were sorry, we didn't mean to destroy your stuff. And you know now that I think about it, What's the point of having a science officer on board a fighting ship. And why bother waste money on stuff thats never gonna work, anyway?" Gibson was taken aback. "We all know that you try really hard to invent stuff for us to help us fight but we don't need it you do. I'm tierd of having to protect your sorry ass in every fight we get into," He stoped abruptly.
Nova gasped. Did he just say that? He looked at Gibson, shocked and hurt.
"If... If... If you feel that way then i will leave...," He looked up at Antauri. "I formally resigne from the hyperforce." He said.
Now it was Sprx's turn to be shocked. "Gibson," but he was already in his room packing what few possesions he had that survived the explosion.
Antauri looked at Sparx harshly. "Look Gibson," Just as he was about to walk into his room, Gibson walked out and past the others without looking up.
He walked silenghtly to the docking bay, to a pod painted blue and turned to Antauri, "I will return the pod once i have settled."
Antauri watched silently. As he was enturing the pod a hand grabbed his arm. "Wait," Otto said, "Please don't go," He said pleadingly.
He softly pulled his arm away, "I won't stay where im not wanted," he whispered and entered the pod. His friends could only watch as thier friend sped off into the depths of space.
Hey sorry for spelling. suck at it. My first story. Read and tell me what you think. Gibsoooooooooon!