Friday Flash: In Which Unexpected Events Transpire

Sonneteer's note: this is the eleventh installment of my sonnet-by-sonnet summary of a larger work, The Interstellar Feller, to be released sometime next year. To see the story so far, check out Part the Oneth here, Part the Twoth here, Part the Threeth here, part the Fourth here, Part the Fiveth here, Part the Sexieth here, Part the Seventhuth here, Part the Octthhhh here ,Part the Ninth here and Part the Tenthethththth here. Wow!

The Grokulator's course now firmly set,

Yectara turns to our Pepito, smiles,

And pats him on the ass. "So now you'll get

A right reward for enduring these trials.

We're finally off on a trip through space

And maybe time." Pepito is confused

At this remark, but soon his handsome face

Shows more alarm than puzzlement as, bruised

By passing debris from a console, he

Grabs onto his Yectara in alarm!

The solar sails, deployed, bring up to speed

The ship, and just in time! Someone means harm

To all the Grokulator and her crew!

Or so that warning shot might tell one. True?