It's all a bit queer, isn't it? All that Blue, all that water.
"We're entering the atmosphere," said a young ensign. "Deploying fuel tank," The the orange fuel tank detached from the ship and began to burn.
"Deploying cargo bay," the cargo bay met the same fate as the tank.
Triumvir-Captain Havelle looked at the image of the blue planet from his seat at the bridge. He rubbed his beard and gave a wink to the young ensign. "He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart." Havelle said. "He says 'Don't hurry, baby'" the ensign replied.
Triumvir-Captain Jack1 stood tall in the cockpit, watching the ship burn. He had the honor of being the first of many great Jacks.
Triumvir-Captain Badoon happened to be on the toilet at the time, and missed all the excitement.
The ships were losing pieces of themselves fast. Soon all that remained was the bridge, cockpit, and living quarters.
It wasn't long ago that Havelle was back on Mars, enjoying a cushy desk job in the Royal Navy. Commodore Murphy stood in front of the Divine One and his royal council, The Order of The Spiders From Mars. Top members of the Holy Navy sat facing them. Why even the Bewley Brothers had their backs to the arch. Real cool traders. The audience talked and rustled amongst itself. "Enough! Until we find the thief, I am declaring Martian Law! I am enforcing the Sacred Law of the Red Planet. Mars is wild, untamed, I'm forming a cadre of Martian Knights charged with Enforcing Martian Law!"
The Divine One waved his hand. An image of a ship came up on the holoscreen. "Perhaps the strange ones in the dome can lend us a book, we can read up alone," Havelle waved his hand and saluted. "I will command the SS Lodger,"
There was a rustle in the audience. Havelle was looking rough. His hair unkempt, his breath reaking of alcohol. Beggars couldn't be choosers in this case, unfortunetly.
"He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart." Commodore Murphy chanted to Havelle
"He says 'Don't hurry, baby'" Havelle replied.
"Don't hurry, baby, somebody likes you" The Divine One replied.
The Divine One waved his hand again. "The SS Low," explained Commodore Murphy.
Badoon had been breaking glass in his room again. He stood tall and saluted. The audience rustled again. This would be Badoon's first assignment. But unfortunetly in this case, beggars shouldn't be choosers.
"You're such a wonderful person, but you got problems," Murphy said, as the customary saying goes.
"Let me touch you," Badoon replied.
Murphy smiled and repeated the prayer. "He's got his.."
Badoon replied "He says, 'Don't hurry, baby'"
The Divine One waved his hand for the final time that meeting. "The SS 'Heroes'"
The audience rustled before a volunteer stepped forward. The ship of the Divine one himself. It would only go to a much trusted, brave knight.
Jack4 rose, Jack2 rose, even Jack5 rose. The Divine One's face sunk, his face paled. He turned to the Order of the Spiders From Mars and conversed quietly. Jack1 had been sitting in a dark corner. He rose slowly. Beggars in this case, unfortunetly, shouldn't be choosers.
It had been a long journey to their blue brothers. "This is captain Havelle to ground control, I think my spaceship knows which way to go,"
"Can you hear me, Captain Havelle?" the radio repeated.
Havelle repeated the prayer to an empty radio. There was no 'don't hurry, baby' this time.
"Deploy landing gear!"
"They're not deploying, captain!"
Havelle awoke somewhere in the desert. The holoscreen crackled in static.
Enforce Martian Law..
Somebody up there likes you..
The Knights of Mars, crusaders from outer space, have landed in Calradia.
They are tasked with enforcing Martian Law and the will of their Divine God-King