Sunday 23 November 2008

The Spidership part 3

“So I’ll have to get rid of all the other guards I have told to guard the ship”, Roger Ummelmann said as Captain Price marched passed him then stopped and turned.
“Yes, because anyone employed by you is not trustworthy”, Captain Price replied smiling threateningly again.
“Oh really”, Roger Ummelmann said, “If you want to know, I worked for UNIT. Am I still untrustworthy”.
“That’s another weird thing”, Captain Price replied still smiling, “You left UNIT to work as the face of the company building the Spidership”.
“It was the money”, Roger Ummelmann replied quickly and sharply.
“What a terribly bad excuse”, Captain Price laughed, “We know for a fact, that you were paid more by UNIT than you are now”.
“That’s not true”, Roger replied loudly, “UNIT were useless at paying us, you wouldn’t know because you’re a stuck up Captain”. Captain Price looked at him.
“Get him out of my sight”, Captain Price ordered. Captain Gifford seized him.
“You are a liar and you know it”, Captain Gifford whispered in Roger’s ear as he was dragged away. Private Roxanne had brown hair and was quite short. She had worked in the army for a short period of time before moving on to UNIT.

“Excuse me Captain Price”, Private Roxanne said as she emerged from a car carrying a huge suitcase.
“Yes, Private?” Captain Price asked.
“What’s in this thing?” Private Roxanne answered; she was struggling slightly with the suitcase.
“Private Roxanne, you shouldn’t be carrying that thing on your own”, Captain Price said, “You two”. Captain Price shouted to another two privates nearby and they immediately grabbed the suitcase and carried it towards the entrance to the boat.
“I could handle it Ma’am”, Private Roxanne said honestly.
“You’re the only female in your squad”, Captain Price said to her quietly, “You shouldn’t be doing all the manual labour”. Captain Price walked away.
“I have nothing else to do”, Private Roxanne replied, “It’s not like anyone wants me”. She sat down on a bench and sighed sadly.


The school arrived at a large hotel. Mrs Sow had told all the boys and girls to go into separate rooms to get changed. The year took this literally and rushed to get their own room. Mrs Sow was useless at keeping them under control while Mr. Renegade immediately sorted the whole situation out. Zac emerged from a room wearing a smart tuxedo. Beth and Catherine emerged from another room giggling as they fiddled with their posh hats. When they saw Zac they giggled even louder. Harry emerged in another smart suit with a red tie. Beth saw Harry and snorted with laughter.

“What’s wrong with them?” Harry asked Zac.
“I don’t think they’ve seen any of us in suits before”, Zac replied. Beth and Catherine continued giggling as they passed Bradley and his gang.
“I don’t think they’ve got the meaning of smart dress”, Harry commented. Zac had to stop himself from laughing this time. Bradley had changed into another chavvy costume with a white cap. Beth and Catherine laughed so loud when they saw Bradley that Catherine almost fell over.

“SHUT UP!” Bradley shouted at the two girls who fell silent. Everyone clapped Bradley as he walked past them. Kaylie emerged from a room, she looked stunning. She was wearing a beautiful pink dress. Harry turned and gawped at her.
“Well that got them to shut up”, Zac was muttering. Harry poked him in the head, “Ow Harry! Why did…”
“Hi Zac”, Kaylie said smiling nervously, “You look smart”.
“You look amazing”, Zac exclaimed honestly, “Really beautiful”.
“Thank you”, Kaylie said, “Shouldn’t we get to the ship”.
“Mrs Sow is leading the way”, Ronald said emerging from his room.
“Oh hey Roland”, Kaylie said happily, “You look smart too”.
“Hey don’t I look smart?” Harry asked.
“Sure”, Kaylie said, through slightly gritted teeth.

“Come on year 11’s this way now”, Mr. Renegade was saying. The group followed Mr. Renegade out of the hotel past the slightly annoyed owner and into the docks.
“This is really exciting”, Beth was saying quickly.
“So is that the Spidership?” Catherine asked, pointing at a P&O ferry.
“No! That’s the Spidership” Ronald said sarcastically overhearing Catherine and pointing at a small speedboat.
“Really?” Catherine asked. Beth raised her eyebrows and left Catherine.

“Apparently”, Kaylie was whispering to Zac, “There is a secret level at the bottom where something is hidden”.
“We should check that out”, Zac said, “I’d like to have a look at Mr. Spider’s office on the 3rd floor”.
“Isn’t that a staff only floor?” Harry asked.
“Conner’s parents are staff”, Zac said, “They can get us into all the private areas”. Everyone was now chattering loudly, Bradley and his gang were making up a rap. The year group turned a corner to see the colossal ship towering above them. The whole group fell completely silent. Even Beth and Catherine stopped chatting or giggling.

“Right, they’ll be letting all the famous people on first”, Mr Renegade spoke in a whisper.
“You mean the queen”, Catherine squeaked loudly, this was followed by lots of chatting then hushing.
“Yes the queen will be on board”, Mr. Renegade said nodding, “As will many others. Now just over there is a huge crowd of people”.
“We know”, Bradley said in a bored voice, “We have eyes”. Bradley’s gang silently sniggered.

“Now we are heading to the right of the crowd of people”, Mrs Sow explained, “Where the police are. They are letting us on board after the queen and the others”.
“This is bad”, Zac whispered to Kaylie, “If the queen and all those other people are on board, what if something does go wrong?”
“I don’t know”, Kaylie whispered back, “But where is the Doctor? And Conner and Georgia? Where are they?”

At this point Georgia, The Doctor and Conner were actually getting board the Spidership with Conner’s parents. They were walking along a red carpet and on either side were photographers and people waving British flags.
“Wow there’s a red carpet for us!” Georgia exclaimed.
“That’s not for us”, The Doctor said, “It’s for the queen”.
“Why can’t you let me feel really proud for once?” Georgia said annoyed.

“Now Conner, how do you feel?” Conner’s mum asked.
“Slightly nervous”, Conner replied, he too was in smart dress.
“Does it look as good as you thought?” Conner’s dad asked.
“Better”, Conner replied kindly.

“Conner we know you haven’t been to Venezuela”, Conner’s dad said as if it were a general conversation.
“I have”, Conner replied indignantly.
“Then why aren’t you tanned”, Conner’s mum asked, “It’s just one lie after the other. You keep on lying to us and I’ve got a feeling not even Zac really knew where you were”.
“But mum…” Conner began.
“You didn’t contact us for two months”, Conner’s mum continued, “We thought you might’ve died”.
“Well I didn’t”, Conner said, “And I’m sorry but I couldn’t find any postcards in Venezuela”.
“So, Conner”, Conner’s dad questioned, “Where is Venezuela?”
“It’s an island in the pacific”, Conner replied nervously, “And it isn’t that hot”.
“It’s in South America”, Conner’s dad muttered, “We knew you weren’t telling the truth from the beginning and even now you can’t tell us”. Conner’s parents marched forward on to the Spidership leaving Conner with Georgia and the Doctor, who had caught up with him.


Meanwhile, back in London Colin and Elizabeth were watching BBC news 24. Elizabeth had been gardening for most of the afternoon. It was her new hobby. Colin meanwhile had got some peace from his wife and put his feet up while watching ‘Hot Fuzz’. Elizabeth had not let Colin watch that film yet.
“The violence and all the swearing”, Elizabeth had said, “Look there’s a nice cookery program on. Lets switch to that”. This afternoon had been different Elizabeth had focused so much on winning the gardening competition that she had forgotten what Colin was up to. Now they were all watching the news because on the news Georgia was walking up the red carpet.

“Oh look at her”, Elizabeth said distastefully.
“She looks beautiful”, Colin commented.
“Yes, but her dress if far too short”, Elizabeth replied.
“Can’t you just be proud of our daughter”, Colin asked.
“Yes, sorry”, Elizabeth answered, “She looks very beautiful”.
“Can we see what other news channels are covering the Spidership”, Colin asked.
“Yes OK”, Elizabeth said changing channel to AMNN.

“Here we can see many people boarding the Spidership”, Trinity Wells reported, “This voyage was supposed to be a safe one, although the United Nations are on red alert”.

“Oh dear”, Colin commented, “Georgia’s on board. She could be in danger”.
“It may just be American news”, Elizabeth replied, “I’ll change channel”. Elizabeth changed channel to ITV news.
“So, the president and the Prime Minister have just shook hands and are heading along the red carpet”, the ITV news reporter reported, “However, Barak Obama wasn’t sure whether he would board the ship or not as the United Nations are on red alert”. Elizabeth changed channel.

“The Prime-Minister has told the press that the army are just overseeing the operation in case of a terrorist attack”, a female reporter reported.
“A terrorist attack”, Elizabeth shrieked.
“People are being told to stay calm”, the reporter continued, “According to the Prime Minister nothing bad will happen. Colonel Mace of the United Nations has announced that the Spidership will be escorted by two battleships. This statement does not back up the Prime-Minister’s”. Colin switched of the TV.

“Stop worrying”, Colin said comforting Elizabeth, “Nothing bad will happen… probably”.


The year 11’s filed onto the Spidership. After 20 minutes of posing for cameras, Catherine and Beth were exhausted. Bradley was listening to his ipod and Kaylie, Zac and Harry were talking in hushed voices. A female in a black skirt and glasses stepped forward.

“Good afternoon St. Marks”, The female said, “I’m Cherrie and I’ll be showing you to your rooms and around the ship. Now are you having a good time?”
“Yes, it has been fun fun fun”, Mrs Sow exclaimed, “Hasn’t it year 11’s”
“Yes!” Beth exclaimed, “All the camera posing was wild!”
“Right then, good”, Cherrie said smiling, “Follow me”.
“Are we on the Spidership?” Catherine asked.
“YES!” about 30 people shouted at her.


Down on floor 0 the three daleks were observing the situation above.
“Supreme Dalek”, Dalek Gain said.
“Which one?” the two supreme daleks replied.
“It Does not matter”, Dalek Gain replied, “Roger Ummelmann has returned to the ship via teleport”.
“He is not needed any more”, the Blue Supreme Dalek informed Dalek Gain.
“Explain, Explain!” the White Supreme Dalek asked.
“All we needed him to do was sort out the legal documents”, the Blue Supreme Dalek replied, “And appear on news reports but we no longer need a human to do our work”.
“What do I do?” Dalek Gain asked.
“The human will only arrive in here via teleport”, the White Supreme Dalek predicted, “He will not risk being seen”.

Meanwhile Captain Price was tracing a teleporter beam around the Spidership. She was followed by a group of Privates and Captain Gifford. The corridor they were walking down was metallic and smelly.
“No wonder this area is staff only”, Captain Price said to the group, “They’re hiding a teleport”.
“It must be around here somewhere”, Captain Gifford said.
“What floor are we on?” Captain Price asked.
“Floor 1”, Captain Gifford replied.
“Right, I think it’s in here”, Captain Price whispered. She walked through a dark doorway into a dark office. “There it is on the floor”. Captain Price pointed at the floor where there was a circular teleport with flashing lights surrounding it.

“Captain Price”, Captain Gifford said, “That’s the same teleport the magnet warriors were using”.
“Right then, they’ll be here any second whoever they are”, Captain Price said crossing her arms and staring at the teleport.

Down on floor 0 the Daleks stood in silence.
“He will arrive here in 10 rels”, Dalek Gain informed the supreme daleks, “9,8,7”.

Back on floor 1 Captain Price was counting down too.
“5, 4, 3”, she counted.

“2, 1”, the blue supreme dalek said.

“0"


To be continued!!!

1 comments:

Becky 23 November 2008 at 17:46  

Blimey, another long, amazing part.

Go Daleks! I mean humans...

Bex
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