Owlish Thought & Cerebral Knots

[HisLordship]

Long ago and far away I wrote a fan fiction for the Evil Council. it was posted on our public site. Given that the site is now down, I felt I ought to re-distribute them publicly in these archives. I have revised them somewhat, edited accordingly to maximize enjoyment for the reader. Enjoy.

[HisLordship]

The owl’s eyes opened sluggishly, the disturbance of the grunt’s pestering rousing the old bird from the recesses of sleep.
“Rise and shine, m’Lord!” The overly cheery and somewhat nervous person chirped.
“Cornelius….what in the blazes-”
“I volunteered for the job. Tink wants to speak with you, and I thought I might have a better chance of survival with you than with cleaning out the battlemonkey pits. ”
“Only a slightly better chance, friend.”
Stretching from the gnarled oak perch on which he slept, the owl fanned his wings wide, relishing the crack of his joints as they fell into place.
“Tink is in her office.” Cornelius mumbled before strutting out.
Taking to the air, the owl flew ahead of Cornelius as he hurried along the Cave system. A flash of red light convalesced onto the owl, becoming three red dots situated in a triangle. Wheeling sharply to the left, the owl move out of the way just seconds before a large explosion behind him, accompanied by a cry of surprise, heralded Cornelius’ death.
Extremely annoyed, the old bird turned to face a blurry shadow in a corner.
“Good evening to you, too, EnD!”
The Yaut’Jian deactivated his cloaking device, revealing his muscle-bound body.
“Sorry, m’Lord. With Cornelius behind you, it looked like the EvilAngel was on the move. And you know how I feel about the Evil Angel”
At this he gave a swish of his combistick. The meaning would be painfully clear, had the Owl stood any closer.
“Fear, not, EnD. You know I do not die easily; besides, Cornelius’ now has had the karmic retribution he so justly deserves for rousing me early.”
The deep guttural laughter of EnD mingled with the somewhat less majestic chuckling of the owl.
“Keep me up to date on the angel situation. Next to Net’s experiments with napalm deodorant and Slugfoot’s cooking, it’s the single greatest threat to our lives. I’ll be meeting with TinkerBell soon. I will try to weasel some more funding towards your ‘special projects’. Get some more Xenomorph ‘caretakers’ and all that.”
“Thank you, m’Lord.”
“Don’t mention it. So long as I never have to wake up to another spent facehugger again so long as I live!”