He Needs a Hero

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Story time

This was bad! Very bad! Rover was no stranger to getting into sticky situations, but this was the worst! A very aggressive race of aliens looked for any reason to execute people, it was a sport, so even a sneeze could get your head chopped off! Rover had been captured for no real reason, and it seemed like there was nothing they could do. Flyspur paced back and for in the ship, wringing his smaller hands while holding his head with his dominant hands.

"We can't just sit here! We have to do something!" Rospur barked.

"Oooooooooooooooh! Captain's going to die!" Nik yelped.

"No one's going to die!" The Doctor tried to sooth. 

"Flyspur, what do we do?" Kit asked. There were so many voices Flyspur's head he felt like it was splitting in two. Above it all, all he could see in his mind was Rover, chained up in a cell with that puppy dog face as if he'd lost his best friend. A sinister shadow looming over him, he could picture an axe glistening.

"Flyspur!"

"Flyspur!"

"Flyspur!"

"ENOUGH!" he finally shouted. His soul spots so dark they looked black and his tail bristled out so much it looked like a spiked mace. "What do we do?" he slammed his hands on the table. "We do what Rover would do, that's what,"

"And what is that exactly?" The doctor asked.

"We break him out before the execution," Flyspur answered. "Kit, Nik, how fast can we get to the parthenon?"

"Not fast enough," Kit said grimly.

"He'd be in the stocks before the engines even warmed up," Nik added. Flyspur bit his lip, he closed his eyes and thought. What was faster than the Nellie Bellie? In the air, nothing, but on the ground....he looked up at Rospur.

"Rospur, I need your help," 

"Anything," Rospur stood tall. Outside, Flyspur used his gripping feet pads to mount the canine teen.

"Are you sure about this?" Kit asked.

"Rospur my boy, you are fast, but I fear your body will give out before you reach the stadium," the doctor warned.

"Do we really have any other choice sir?" he asked. The crew was silent.

"Are you sure Flyspur?" Kit asked. Flyspur had never done anything close to this, he'd seen Rover, but this was far beyond his normal self. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Like he said, do we have a choice?"

"You go, bring captain home," Nana said. Flyspur and Rospur smiled.

"Yes ma'am," they said together. Rospur reared and Flyspur hung on. With a boom that sounded like thunder, Rospur's paws hit the ground with a deep rumble and he took off like lightning. The boy ran so fast Flyspur could barely hold on, but he dug his sticking pads in tightly and leaned in to avoid the wind created by the speed.

Rospur's agility was a great asset as he leapt over carts and darted past people. Within moments the parthenon was in sight, but they had not been missed, the guards were soon behind them.

"Rospur!" Flyspur cried.

"ON IT!" as if someone had hit the hyperdrive, Rospur dug his hooves in and had to have sped up 3 fold. This was the fastest Flyspur had seen him run, but he could tell it wasn't without consequence.  Ross was dripping with sweat and his mouth hung open for air, but still he kept going.

Inside, Rover struggled with the chains that held him tightly. He looked up to his captor with disgust. Over the intercom came a panicked voice.

"Sire! Companions of the entertainment have invaded the parthenon!"

"What?!" snarled the villain.

"They're too fast! An angoracor and jssfloon! I swear I've never seen anything like it!" 

"Ross, Blue!" Rover shouted. The villain snarled back at him.

"Take care of them!!! Nothing will interrupt this show! If you must," he looked to Rover and smiled a grin that made Rover shutter. "Kill them,"

"NO!" Rover roared.

Rover, Flyspur, crew of the Nellie Bellie (C)