Peter PidgeonsAfter the disappearance of Lithuania Starr and Marco Northern, Peter Pidgeons found himself suddenly promoted to Captain and First in Command of the Foggistani Helo Fleet. His alarm rang, he rose from his single-sized military cot without even yawning, turned the alarm off, and headed for the bathroom. He was hoping the holographic news-scroll of his bathroom mirror would greet him with some positive news about the LusciousLockian incursion mission. To his shock, he instead found a personal message from Admiral Jagesic scrolling along the mirror, informing him of his new status. It was requested that he present himself at the Communications Bay at 0715 hours. Congratulations.
The first thing Pidgeons felt was a cold, prickling sensation trickling down his scalp. The sensation then invaded the back of his neck, and his forehead broke out into a cold sweat. It was a feeling similar to the one he had after killing his first enemy… similar to the feelings of childhood, when he was reprimanded for misbehavior and sent to his room… a feeling of guilt combined with dread. He walked back into his sparsely decorated windowless room, a tiny metallic flat typical of the Foggistani military barracks and Helo-Fleet headquarters. He stared at his bed distractedly, his thoughts rushing through all the possible scenarios that could have resulted in his becoming promoted.
Had Lithuania and Marco been confirmed dead? Or were they only MIA? Had radio contact simply been broken, turning Peter into a temporary head of the Helo-Fleet? He couldn’t wait to receive the full report first-hand, though there was something terribly wrong about Jagesic ending the scrolling message with “congratulations.”
Peter shook his head, dropped to the floor, and did fifty push-ups to clear his head. He then returned to the bathroom and observed himself in the mirror, ignoring the holographic message scrolling across the glass. He was a very young man, with a shock of bright blonde hair and pale, sparsely populated eyebrows. The angularity of his features combined with his short height only contributed towards his looking even younger, which had made it difficult at first for him to earn the respect he deserved.
Peter observed the faint, one-day’s worth of pale blonde stubble on his face. It was hardly visible, and definitely unacceptable. Shaking his head, he deactivated the mirror’s Holo-News feature and pulled out his razor. It was going to be an interesting day.
The first thing Pidgeons felt was a cold, prickling sensation trickling down his scalp. The sensation then invaded the back of his neck, and his forehead broke out into a cold sweat. It was a feeling similar to the one he had after killing his first enemy… similar to the feelings of childhood, when he was reprimanded for misbehavior and sent to his room… a feeling of guilt combined with dread. He walked back into his sparsely decorated windowless room, a tiny metallic flat typical of the Foggistani military barracks and Helo-Fleet headquarters. He stared at his bed distractedly, his thoughts rushing through all the possible scenarios that could have resulted in his becoming promoted.
Had Lithuania and Marco been confirmed dead? Or were they only MIA? Had radio contact simply been broken, turning Peter into a temporary head of the Helo-Fleet? He couldn’t wait to receive the full report first-hand, though there was something terribly wrong about Jagesic ending the scrolling message with “congratulations.”
Peter shook his head, dropped to the floor, and did fifty push-ups to clear his head. He then returned to the bathroom and observed himself in the mirror, ignoring the holographic message scrolling across the glass. He was a very young man, with a shock of bright blonde hair and pale, sparsely populated eyebrows. The angularity of his features combined with his short height only contributed towards his looking even younger, which had made it difficult at first for him to earn the respect he deserved.
Peter observed the faint, one-day’s worth of pale blonde stubble on his face. It was hardly visible, and definitely unacceptable. Shaking his head, he deactivated the mirror’s Holo-News feature and pulled out his razor. It was going to be an interesting day.
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Illustration of Peter Pidgeons done with the most gracious assistance of Hero Machine 2.5:
http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heromachine2/heroMachine2.asp
Illustration of Peter Pidgeons done with the most gracious assistance of Hero Machine 2.5:
http://www.ugo.com/channels/comics/heromachine2/heroMachine2.asp
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