THE LAST CHAPTER?!?!?!?!
Neutron Knight Origins
Lady Gwendolyn
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Gwendolyn walked down the hall in her new outfit. She had made it herself from materials Spike helped her collect. A simple red skirt with a tight black corset. She had also painted a black atom symbol on the outside of each white flat, and had a black atom hair pin forged for her.
Needless to say, she felt pretty regal.
“So, where are we going?” asked Gwendolyn, inspecting her nails.
Spike grinned and nudged Writer Woman in the side. “You’ll see.”
Writer Woman matched the grin. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”
Stanley trailing the four of them—the fourth being a kind young girl in her twenties named Rat Lady who didn’t really like the king cobra, though Gwendolyn constantly reminded her of his diet—they walked into a room at the eastern end of the castle.
Gwendolyn’s breath caught in her throat.
In the dead center of the room was a throne where a blonde-haired woman lay sprawled, head off one armrest and feet dangling off the other. One hand held a telecommunication device while the other was stroking a green gryphon that sat at the foot of the throne.
The walls were covered in precious gems, making out a mural of the Great Inventor and his four friends, Lady Liberty, Master Sheen, Sir Carlton, and Mistress Aurora. There was also a mural on the opposing wall of minor—yet still quite famous—people like April the Gorlock and Lord Brobot of the Moon Colony. There was also Goddard, the Metallic Liberator, and the Great Inventor’s parents.
I was astounded and rendered speechless by the frieze of the founders of what our planet is today.
“Yeah. I’ll call you back, Krista. …No, no, no. There’s no guys in here. Shut up! …Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
The woman on the throne put away her device and sat properly. “Beg your pardon, I was just talking to my friend. So, you must be the new recruit. I’m sorry we haven’t met yet.”
She got up and stepped over the gryphon, who ignored her.
“I’m Mara S—, apparently the queen around here. Don’t mess with me, I’m a space pirate.” She grinned good-naturedly.
“Nice to meet you, your highness. My name is Gwendolyn…well…I don’t know my last name. And what do you mean there’s no guys in here? There’s enough guys to fill the Taj Mahal.”
“Well, Krista doesn’t need to know that. She’d go nutso.”
“Bow chicka wow wow,” Gwendolyn laughed.
Queen Mara laughed too. “Exactly. So, I guess you’re here to be knighted, huh?”
“Er, I guess. I dunno. I’m just doing what these people tell me to do.” She gestured to Spike, Writer Woman, and Rat Lady behind her.
“Alrighty then. Let’s get this over with. Kneel down, si vouz plait.”
The brunette pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.
“Chya,” giggled Mara. “Bend over, beyotch.”
Both of them collapsed into giggles, but quickly controlled themselves. Gwendolyn genuflected and Queen Mara grabbed a sword from the side of her throne. It was encrusted with emeralds.
She stuck it in the ground in front of her. “Gwendolyn of Shangri Llama, do you promise to uphold the truth and benevolence of knighthood? Do you swear to always fight for good and justice of the planet of Retroland? so help you, God.”
“I…do?”
“Cool. Then, by the power invested in me as the Queen of the continent of IDOJstershire in the planet of Retroland—” she laid the sword on one of Gwendolyn’s shoulders. “You are now Lady Gwendolyn, a Neutron Knight, unless of course, you have a kickass superhero name like Writer Woman.” She switched shoulders.
The teenager stood up, feeling empowered. “Nah, I like the sound of ‘Lady Gwendolyn’. Thanks, Mara! Oh, er, I mean, thank you, your highness.” She curtsied.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just the Queen. S’not like I actually do anything besides like, make laws.”
The new Knight grinned, curtsied again, then turned around to the three observing the scene. Spike seemed amused, Rat Lady was eyeing both the gryphon and the snake, and Writer Woman seemed horrified by the lack of formality.
“So what now?” grinned Lady Gwendolyn.
“Welcome to the squad!” replied Spike enthusiastically.
“Does this mean I get to go on awesome missions and beat things up?”
“Oh yeah,” winked Writer Woman.
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Lady Gwendolyn
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Gwendolyn walked down the hall in her new outfit. She had made it herself from materials Spike helped her collect. A simple red skirt with a tight black corset. She had also painted a black atom symbol on the outside of each white flat, and had a black atom hair pin forged for her.
Needless to say, she felt pretty regal.
“So, where are we going?” asked Gwendolyn, inspecting her nails.
Spike grinned and nudged Writer Woman in the side. “You’ll see.”
Writer Woman matched the grin. “I’m sure you’ll like it.”
Stanley trailing the four of them—the fourth being a kind young girl in her twenties named Rat Lady who didn’t really like the king cobra, though Gwendolyn constantly reminded her of his diet—they walked into a room at the eastern end of the castle.
Gwendolyn’s breath caught in her throat.
In the dead center of the room was a throne where a blonde-haired woman lay sprawled, head off one armrest and feet dangling off the other. One hand held a telecommunication device while the other was stroking a green gryphon that sat at the foot of the throne.
The walls were covered in precious gems, making out a mural of the Great Inventor and his four friends, Lady Liberty, Master Sheen, Sir Carlton, and Mistress Aurora. There was also a mural on the opposing wall of minor—yet still quite famous—people like April the Gorlock and Lord Brobot of the Moon Colony. There was also Goddard, the Metallic Liberator, and the Great Inventor’s parents.
I was astounded and rendered speechless by the frieze of the founders of what our planet is today.
“Yeah. I’ll call you back, Krista. …No, no, no. There’s no guys in here. Shut up! …Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Bye.”
The woman on the throne put away her device and sat properly. “Beg your pardon, I was just talking to my friend. So, you must be the new recruit. I’m sorry we haven’t met yet.”
She got up and stepped over the gryphon, who ignored her.
“I’m Mara S—, apparently the queen around here. Don’t mess with me, I’m a space pirate.” She grinned good-naturedly.
“Nice to meet you, your highness. My name is Gwendolyn…well…I don’t know my last name. And what do you mean there’s no guys in here? There’s enough guys to fill the Taj Mahal.”
“Well, Krista doesn’t need to know that. She’d go nutso.”
“Bow chicka wow wow,” Gwendolyn laughed.
Queen Mara laughed too. “Exactly. So, I guess you’re here to be knighted, huh?”
“Er, I guess. I dunno. I’m just doing what these people tell me to do.” She gestured to Spike, Writer Woman, and Rat Lady behind her.
“Alrighty then. Let’s get this over with. Kneel down, si vouz plait.”
The brunette pressed her lips together to keep from laughing.
“Chya,” giggled Mara. “Bend over, beyotch.”
Both of them collapsed into giggles, but quickly controlled themselves. Gwendolyn genuflected and Queen Mara grabbed a sword from the side of her throne. It was encrusted with emeralds.
She stuck it in the ground in front of her. “Gwendolyn of Shangri Llama, do you promise to uphold the truth and benevolence of knighthood? Do you swear to always fight for good and justice of the planet of Retroland? so help you, God.”
“I…do?”
“Cool. Then, by the power invested in me as the Queen of the continent of IDOJstershire in the planet of Retroland—” she laid the sword on one of Gwendolyn’s shoulders. “You are now Lady Gwendolyn, a Neutron Knight, unless of course, you have a kickass superhero name like Writer Woman.” She switched shoulders.
The teenager stood up, feeling empowered. “Nah, I like the sound of ‘Lady Gwendolyn’. Thanks, Mara! Oh, er, I mean, thank you, your highness.” She curtsied.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just the Queen. S’not like I actually do anything besides like, make laws.”
The new Knight grinned, curtsied again, then turned around to the three observing the scene. Spike seemed amused, Rat Lady was eyeing both the gryphon and the snake, and Writer Woman seemed horrified by the lack of formality.
“So what now?” grinned Lady Gwendolyn.
“Welcome to the squad!” replied Spike enthusiastically.
“Does this mean I get to go on awesome missions and beat things up?”
“Oh yeah,” winked Writer Woman.
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.:!Gwen!:.
