"Not again!" groaned Alex Cavanaugh.
He and I were staring out the port hole of the space ship we were on.
It was not something to write home about unless you were into depressing letters.
Alex spun to me. "It's all your fault!"
"Me? It's Mark's fault!"
"Me? Why, son, all I heard was that old Alex here had discovered the fabled Space War Ship, Dragon, which had been lost for nigh onto sixty years."
"It's only a book, Twain!" growled Alex. "A book!"
There was a purring voice behind us.
"You mean the Hyrathian Aden Pendar is not in search of a beautiful queen for a bride?
Is that not why he wishes this Space Ship? To win himself a bride?
I even brought my fleet to help."
I turned around slowly. Merde. It was Princess Aura!
Alex stiffened, "This is not how I visualized the Dragon!"
A short bear waddled out from the shadows. Spock Bear!
"Of course not!" he beamed.
"It would not work as you designed it so ...."
Alex threatened the short bear with a long forefinger.
"So help me if you ran the sewage pipes through the vents like you did with that Klingon ship!"
"Why would I do that? You are not an enemy."
Alex muttered, "Say that after I wring your stuffing-filled neck!"
Spock Bear sighed,
"Really, human Cavanaugh. You must bridle your emotions. I merely obtained the services of Nikola Tesla to design it so that it would work!"
The tall lanky Serbian chuckled as he walked up to us.
"Have no fear, Mr. Cavanaugh. Your idea was quite interesting ... though flawed. But I, great genius that I am, have modified it."
Mark beamed, "Why, son, old Nikola did such a fetching job that we are on the other side of the galaxy!"
"What?" cried Alex. "I have my latest book to debut tomorrow!!!"
Princess Aura swayed up to Alex and played with his hair. "We will be back in plenty of time. Now, let us play."
"I have a wife!"
Aura smiled evilly. "What happens in Space stays in Space."
Alex glared at me. "Roooooland!"
DON'T WORRY, EVERYONE,
I'LL GET ALEX BACK IN TIME.
AH, I WON'T PROMISE IN WHAT SHAPE!