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Story Seventy Seven - Ends May 17th
Captain Grundar sat at the helm of the Grundo's Moon, thinking about what their next move
should be. His first mate and navigator were at their stations, tense and expectant. The ship
was making a slow circle around the Virtupets Space Station.
"Come around again, Rex," Grundar ordered.
How can it be? Grundar thought. The station is already liberated? Is there no
purpose we can serve now? He took a breath and leaned back in his chair.
"She's a bit sluggish today, Captain," Rex said. "We need repairs. Maybe we can get them at
the station, now that - "
"No, we must make sure that he is not here. Maintain radio silence," Grundar said, as
he stood and walked towards the main screen. "What is that blip? Can you bring us closer,
"Aye, sir," the navigator said.
"Looks like one of those Walker Bots, sir," Rex said. "Whoever he is, he's being attacked."
"I knew it."
"They're fuzzles, sir," Maggie said, swiveling her chair around. "Evil fuzzles..."
Author: Neopets Staff|
Date: 13 May
...Suddenly a jolt knocked everyone but the captain to the ground.
"What in the name of Neopia was that!" Grundar shouted, his green face turning a dull
"It's, it's..." Another crash echoed as Maggie's fingers whirled across the screen. "It's
the fuzzles, sir. They seem to be ramming the ship!"
It was true, outside the ship, thousands of small furry creatures threw themselves against the
ship desperately. Scattered among the small hordes of red fuzzles, were larger black ones,
grinning insanely, slowly moving in to crash the ship.
"It's the big ones that are causing the booms, sir. The smaller ones are only slightly depleting
"Well, we'll have to slightly deplete their ranks!" Grundar said, motioning to the gunners.
They nodded and opened fire, red lances streaking across the blackness of space. One hit a
smaller fuzzle, but it just shuddered and moved on. It was taking too much fire to destroy
them, and they seemed to be moving faster.
"Captain, take a look at the Walker Bot on the station..."
Grundar did, to see him ripping apart the fuzzles, when the comm activated. A face lit up the screen, a young Grundo with
hands on the fire controls.
"Hey macho man, I suggest you beam me aboard before your ship is torn apart by them fuzzies!"
he said arrogantly, making the captain blush even more.
"And who might you be!" Grundar asked with a strain in his voice.
"Call me Zygorax. I'm here to save your butts!"...
Date: 13 May
..."We don't need your help!" cried Grundar. Another black fuzzle collided with the ship,
shaking it worse than a Meerca's tale. "I lied. Lads, beam Zygorax up." There was a
glittering flash of blue light, and Zygorax was standing in front of Grundar. He quickly
"Took you long enough... where have you been?"
"Having breakfast," Grundar responded. He noticed that Zygorax was not your
standard Walker Bot driver. He was wearing a ratty t-shirt, tucked into a pair of blue jeans,
and a black leather jacket that looked older than Tyrannia. And one of his antennae was
"You're out of uniform, soldier..."
"And you're out of shield, captain," Zygorax smirked, as another herd of fuzzles pounded into
the ship. "Here," he said, handing Grundar a disk, "this is the new shield program developed
by Nakron and Chiatech's secret military research department."
"Nakron and Chiatech don't have a military research department."
Zygorax grinned. "Yeah... that's the secret." Another wave of fuzzles slammed into the ship.
"Captain?" screamed Rex, trying to avoid the sparks flashing from his terminal.
"Load the program, lads." They took the disk from Zygorax, and began transferring the files
to the ship's main drive.
"Hurry... hurry!" begged Grundar, staring desperately as three huge, black fuzzles honed in on the ship.
"Got it, captain! Shields are up!"
Zygorax nudged Grundar. "This is the fun part!" he said. The three black fuzzles came
closer... and closer... and popped! Where three black fuzzles had been, now were three huge
balls of cotton with fuzzle legs kicking frantically off into space. "I love that part."
"Does it always do that?" asked Grundar.
"Nah... the red ones become pudding," Zygorax said. "So, my job here is done. If you could
just drop me back at my Walker Bot, I'll be on my way, and you can get your ship repaired."
"Repairs... yes," Grundar said, musing off into space. "But is he still there?"
Zygorax looked perplexed. "He who?"...
Date: 14 May
..."Why, Dr. Sloth, of course," Grundar said, surprised.
"Well, of course not! We Grundos and a few helpful Neopians defeated him quite sometime
ago... or I should say he just disappeared... we never found a body," Zygorax explained,
equally surprised it seemed.
"Defeated? Are you saying you and a handful of Neopians did in a short time what we couldn't
do in years?" Maggie said in a voice full of disbelief.
"A handful? The whole of Neopia was involved in the downfall of Sloth. You really have
been gone for quite some time, haven't you?" Zygorax said in a suddenly quiet voice, as if
he knew something they didn't.
"What do you mean we've been gone? We just left the home planet a few months ago. When we
left, Dr. Sloth was still at full power and on a mad dash for the planet down
there... Neopia," Grundar explained with a hint of suspicion edging his voice.
"Captain Grundar, you and your crew... this entire ship even... you've been missing for 2
years," Zygorax said in a voice suddenly tinged with forboding...
Date: 14 May
..."What in blue Wockies do you mean we've been missing for two years?!" the captain boomed, his
cheeks becoming a lovely lavendar flush with anger.
"I don't know what exactly happened up here, but this entire ship, including yourselves, has
been out to space for two years. Dr. Sloth is long gone, although some theorise he's merely
in hiding in some unknown, forsaken part of Neopia, or beyond, but the point is, you left
two years ago and are just now returning," the arrogant young Zygorax informed the
"I don't believe you, surely you jest. We could not have been gone that long, it was merely
two months not years!" Maggie volunteered from her station.
Zygorax pulled out his pocket calendar, proving to the unbelieving crew that they had be
lost in space for two years, not two months.
"What on Neopia happened then? How could we have passed time so slowly up here?" Captain
Grundar spoke aloud the thought on every Grundo's mind.
"Computer, scan through the log, look for any abnormalities during our journey, report back
your findings," the captain ordered.
While the computer referenced the log, the weary Grundos absently watched fuzzles attack the
shield, only to be turned to either pudding or fluff. After a few moments, the computer
spoke, "Captain Grundar task complete. There is a rather large abnormality reported on the
16th day of Running."
"Show it on the screen, computer..."
Date: 15 May
..."On the 16th day of Running, it seems that Captain Grundar's ship traveled through some sort
of time hole, turning years to months."
"So that's what..." Grundar's voice trailed off. "Well, what do you think we should do,
"I dunno, but," Zygorax questioned uneasily, "have you heard of what happened on the 16th day
of Running? It's on old Grundo secret.
"You see, many years ago, an evil villain rose up to the world with only one thing on his mind: destruction. He swept
his army through all of the world, slashing out any civilisations that refused to cooperate. Those cities
that he left behind planned an attack on him.
"They dug underground tunnels leading throughout the world, where they hid for this evil tyrant to come back,
and when he did, he couldn't figure out where these people were. Catching him by surprise, they leapt out and
attacked him, beating him and his army.
"Those people living in those cities were Grundos. And that world they lived in is present day Neopia. That evil man was
Dr. Kappybara, Dr. Sloth's great-great-great-great grandfather." Zygorax winced, as if he had just ended all of
Neopia with those words.
Grundar inquired, "Do you think - could it be - it's just a guess, Zygorax, but could that have
anything to do with my time problem..."
Date: 15 May
...Zygorax nodded impatiently, his earring glinting in the light. "That's right. But I'm not
done yet, let me finish before you interrupt.
"As the story goes, the Doctor had one last trick up his sleeve. He had a spacecraft
orbiting Neopia, with an Automatic Radioactive Plasma Bombardment Kinetic Beam on board.
At-Ra-Pla-Bo-Ki-Ba for short. The wavelength of the beam is related to Do-Re-Mi... never
mind, I won't bore you with the details."
The Grundo smirked. "It'd be deadly in the Battledome - if it still existed.
"Problem is, it wasn't complete when Dr. Kappybara tried to use it. It backfired, and the
entire spacecraft that carried it was sucked into its deadly vortex of energy. I'd be
guessing that - "
"The beam ripped a hole in the time-space continuum," finished Maggie, fingers flying across
the ship's console. She was frantically pulling up lists and tables of data, as if
"Yeah," muttered Zygorax. "What I would've said if I hadn't been interrupted." Grundar
started to speak, but Zygorax held up a finger, struck by a sudden thought. "I think there's
one more thing. If you went through that time-space hole, you probably encountered
residual beam particles. They would be attracted to the metal of this spacecraft."
"So we're not only two years late for the war, but this ship may be
radioactive?!" yelled Grundar, disbelieving.
"Basically," Zygorax said, suddenly grim with the realization. "The whole ship is probably
surrounded by particles - that must be what's attracting the fuzzles."
Maggie, pulling out one last data reading, gave a cry of shock. "Captain! He's right! And if
we try to land, Neopia's atmosphere will excite those particles... and they'll blow this
ship to smithereens!"...
Date: 16 May
..."But what else can we do?!" Grundar yelled. "We can't live on a radioactive ship!"
"Looks like we'll have to, Captain," Maggie said quietly.
"We are living on a radioactive ship," Grundar said, ignoring Maggie. "We can never land
this ship, we will never see our families again, we are being attacked by fuzzles. WE'RE
ALL GONNA DIE!" Grundar realized how loud he was, and quickly lowered his voice. "Things
could not be..."
Maggie quickly said, "Don't you dare say worse! Whenever anybody says that, things get
Zygorax smirked. "You may not have to live on this ship forever. We can call another ship
to come and get us off Grundo's Moon and just leave the ship."
"What's the closest ship?" Maggie asked.
"The Flotsam Sea," Zygorax replied.
"Can you call them now?" Grundar asked.
Zygorax swung around in his chair with a guilty look on his face. "Actually, I tried calling
them three times already. Something's wrong with the computer..."
Date: 16 May
..."This isn't possible!" Grundar shook his head. "Where will we go?"
"I don't know Captain," said Zygorax nervously. "but I do know that I've been effected by
it too, so I can't go down either."
"Wait, Captain." Maggie swung around in her swivel chair. "A frequency is coming. But I
can't seem to read it. I'll let you hear it." A bunch of fizzles and bloops followed. "See?
It makes no sense."
Zygorax hurried over to Maggie's station, pushed a series of buttons and spoke.
"Zypper 5 to Freddy 8. Come in Fred."
Another voice suddenly cut through the static. "Hey, Zygorax! Didn't your mother ever tell
you not to hang out in unidentified spaceships?"
"You don't understand!" said Zygorax to his friend. "This is the Grundo's Moon! The one
that disappeared two years ago!"
"Woah! Why don't you and your friends come down h-sizzle-ere an-pop-d..."
"Fred! We're losing you! Come in Fred!" But the other Grundo's voice had disappeared.
"Uh Captain?" said Rex nervously. "There's something off the port bow." Sure enough, a huge
fleet of ships was coming right at them! "Sir! If they come too close, we may blow up!"...
Date: 17 May
..."We'll have to destroy them!" said the captain. "It's the only way!"
"You can't! Fred is part of the Neopian Space Police!" said Zygorax.
"What should we do then?" cried the Captain.
The ship was beginning to hum. Small particles in the ship's metal compounds began to glow.
"I think... Zygorax, can I modify your Fuzzle Shield Program?" asked Maggie.
"What for?" Rex asked.
"I think I can get the program to cancel out our radioactivity."
"Wonderful idea! I'm glad I thought of it," said Grundar.
The others paid no attention to him. "That might work!" said Zygorax.
Maggie started to work on rerouting the systems. Once she had the program set to
'RADIOACTIVITY' instead of 'EVIL FUZZLES,' she took the disk out.
"Now what?" asked Zygorax. "You'll stop radioactivity from going in, but now what?"
"She can magnetize it to make the program work backwards," said Rex.
"That's a good idea! I just changed it from cotton to our special Neo-steel plating," said
Maggie as she began.
Zygorax found a magnet. Maggie took the completed disk and brought it to Zygorax. The
Grundo held the magnet to the disk.
HISS! Sparks flew. Maggie dropped the disk and looked at the ships. They would reach them in
about thirty seconds! Rex grabbed the disk, jammed it in the slot and pressed the start button.
POP! All the shiny bits of the metal turned regular gray.
"Now we're all safe," said Captain Grundar, who came out of hiding in the corner, "thanks
to my good wits."
Everyone sighed and decided to contact the ships.
Date: 1 May
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