Sports, pop music and patriotic commands; none can really outsmart those, especially machines.
"Either I'm glad I'm going to partner up on this one, or I'm having the worst possible idea I've ever had."
Ken really felt bad since he's tasked to sabotage the engine rooms, with a stretchy yellow mascot and a patriotic bodybuilder for company, but never minded being worried as they went on their way to their destination.
Gladly for him, he used Sandra's phone with the ship's map on it, one that he took from her bag without noticing, as they went to a nearby hidden room to disguise themselves as the workers and pretend to know nothing.
Ken felt fine that he found a suit that fits him and left some space for Millie to hide, but his companions thought otherwise.
"Really can't get any stretching space here," Vinicius complained, adjusting his spacesuit. "It's also stuffy."
"You were lucky, yellow one," Peter, who wore one that was twice as big and almost fits him, gruffed behind his helmet. "This almost feels like flexible cement."
"Guys, enough. We don't wanna blow our cover," Ken shushed them. "Still, we need to find a faster way to get there."
"We can go on a marathon if you want to," the mascot told him. "I'm always a fast runner, if I'm bragging my old friend Hodori."
"...right," he mumbled. He really knew where that Olympic mascot he'd said came from. "But no. I meant to find a car to get us there."
"Oh, I get it. Sorry if I said something wrong."
They continued to walk like nothing to the other guards, still using the map to know their location, until a series of empty flying cars were spotted parking near the walls.
"Bingo," Ken said, rushing to one of them, with his companions following suit.
They did manage to climb aboard inside it and look inside, only to realize, even with English words on some of the buttons, the control board in it looked complicated.
"I'm not Sandra, but I don't know beans about these," Ken said to himself. "I'll have to rely on instinct, hopefully."
Just as he was about to press some buttons...
"Hey! You three! Are you trying to hijack that car?"
Uh-oh, he thought, just as he turned and saw one of the ordinary, undisguised workers standing suspiciously to the three of them.
"...you don't even know how to use the Hover-Carts, if I'll say that to you Workers."
"...uh, we're just being promoted after being servants for so long," Ken lied, still struggling to handle the case. "Still, we don't know how to work this one out."
"Well, yes, we are," Peter added nervously, still trying to remain confident. "Perhaps…"
"Ah, is that so?" the worker became surprised. "Well, guess you are. Of course you former Servants had forgotten outdoor life. Let me do it."
He then went aboard the car and hovered it a few inches up in the metallic floor.
"Anyway, I assume you newbies know where you're going?" he asked them.
"To, uh... To the north engine room," Ken replied. "We have to do some slight maintenance checks."
"Well, I'm no Median, but I'm unsure if that's your first job..." he sighed. "Are you sure about where you're going?"
"Uh, yeah, if I'll recall... uh, our great Lumino-Alpha...?"
"Oh you sure are!" He then made a weird salute. "Adja Astra!"
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Heroes of My Universe, United! (an MW Fantasy Adventure Story)
AdventureIT TAKES TWO KIDS AND AN IMAGINATION TO MAKE THEIR STORY AN ADVENTURE OF A LIFETIME. Sandra Lee Hudson has been known to be the underrated smartest girl in her whole class, and since her recent move to a new home away from her own, she hadn't had an...
