Friday Flash: In Which Escape Is Achieved

Sonneteer's note: this is the sixteenth installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. Last week's installment and links to all previous can be found here.

As quickly as they made appearance, all

Those doppelgangers on the bridge, they're gone.

Pepito's arms are empty now -- recall

A whole 'nother Yectara got it on

With him, one with no cybernetic limbs.

His own is 'crossed the bridge and says "On screen."

The cacogens comply; the deck's light dims;

And looming there, a wash of red and green,

A planet, round which orbits now the ship.

The Grokulator's free of all pursuit.

And without being asked, her crew doth skip

To its repairing duties. Pepito, cute,

Just gapes now at the sight before his eyes.

His mistress, meanwhile, plans a new surprise.