EPISODE LXXIX - REMEMBER WHEN THE BIONIC MAN MET BIGFOOT?
THAT WAS COOL
As Proteau poured into the engineering room, he began to reform himself into his human form. As his ocular senses returned, he scanned the room for the saboteur, and found him
standing near the RF drive control panel. He had also reverted to his true form, and the two stood eyeing their own likeness warily.
"I knew you'd come, brother", the saboteur said with an evil grin.
"That term does not apply any longer, Moteau", the security officer replied taking a few steps forward. "You've stepped across boundaries even family cannot accept."
Moteau raised a hand, halting his brother's movement. "That is far enough, Proteau", he stated firmly, "any closer and I activate your RF drive."
Proteau smiled bemusedly. "And what will that solve?", he asked. "Without specific coordinates you would only serve to get us all lost", he observed, "yourself included."
The dark grin spread wider on his twin's face. "Oh, I have specific coordinates", he said, "much too specific for your taste, I would guess." His hand caressed to activation lever as he
continued. "I've taken the liberty to program your computer to fly us directly to the Moobar Nebula, where a small fleet of Wyzenhymer Strike ships await our arrival."
"You're mad!", Proteau exclaimed, "you'd hand us over to those nose less bastards? You're more treacherous than I'd ever suspected."
"Me", the corrupt sibling countered, "you turned your own flesh and blood over to the humans."
"Flesh and blood is all he was to me", Proteau informed him, "as are you. You not only defile our family, but our race as a whole."
"Our race" Moteau chuckled, "our race is going extinct, and you well know it. Instead of traipsing about the universe on this infernal starship, you should be helping to save our people."
"Like you are", Proteau suggested grimly.
"Like I am", his brother stated defiantly. "The Wyzenhymers have offered to assist us with their technology..."
"And utilize you as spies for their own agenda", Proteau interrupted.
Moteau deflated somewhat. "Yes", he said, "and utilize our abilities for their, and soon our, society. Don't you see", he said pleadingly, "we would live on. You, me, our people,
would have a future."
"As slaves", Proteau interjected. "Are you're so naive as to think that the Wyzenhymers would let us share in their wealth? They are pirates and thieves, and have been so since the beginning
of their race."
Moteau sneered at him. "The humans have made you soft, brother. You have no instinct left!", he shouted with frustration. "You no longer have the will or ability to stay alive!"
"I still possess both, Moteau", the security officer replied, "I simply don't see how destroying others helps us to survive."
"Well, I do", Moteau retorted, reaching for the lever.
