If you remember, last Saturday, in Chapter Nine, the evil cheney's, had placed a retro-rocket baby bush bomb right in the path of the space ship, the UEXXON cinde.

The space ship, the UEXXON cinde, her crew, and their beautiful, gracious, queen, also named, cinde... had placed their lives, their faith, their entire existences to be, into the hands of the famous, and soon to be admiral, J.J. T. Kirk, who was busy giving commands to helms member, greg.

"Swerve hard to the left helms member," commanded captain J.J. "We need to avoid that baby bush bomb."

"Yes, captain. Hard to the left it is," said helms member, greg.

The UEXXON cinde, swerved hard to the left, but it was too late.

Inside the baby bush bomb, multiple sensors had been triggered. The exact U.P.S. (Universal Positioning Spot), and the planned trajectory of the UEXXON cinde was quickly being calculated by the bush bomb's central processing unit.

Electric motors switched on, as the shell of the bomb expanded outward to reveal layer, after layer, of highly reflective mirrors. The mirrors expanded outward, and clicked into place. Lasers, slid up into the middle of the circle of mirrors, all ready to aim the burst of concentrated light at the approaching space ship, the UEXXON, cinde.

"No!" screamed queen, cinde. She reached out and grabbed the helms member, greg's right shoulder, and pulled his shoulder as hard as she could. Helms member, greg's right shoulder, being attached to his right arm, being attached to his right hand, pulled the tiller sharply to the right. The mighty space ship, the UEXXON, cinde, creaked as she came hard-a-starboard, back to the right, and directly toward the baby bush bomb.

The baby bush bomb, with just a quick flip of a few electrons in a microchip, recalculated the trajectory of the ship as coming in a direct line towards the baby bush bomb. The electric motors whirred, and the two hundred mirrors, or so, shifted slightly. The bomb's destructive light power was focused at, and ready to be used against our heroes.

All the blood rushed out of Captain J.J.'s face. "What the Heck are you doing, Queen, cinde? You are heading straight for the bomb!"

"Don't you see?" asked queen cinde, "The bomb is a fake! It must be! Who in the universe would want to kill a beautiful, intelligent, and gracious queen, such as myself?"

J.J. just stared at his beautiful queen. "Forgive me for saying this queen, cinde, but you don't understand the workings of the mind of a madman, like cheney. But, i do," said captain, J.J.

"Now, please, stop the insanity, and let me rescue you," said J.J., without a second to lose.

Will... the baby bush bomb kill J.J., cinde, greg, and all our friends?

I don't know. But whatever the outcome, be sure to focus your eyes next time on this here news group to find out.

Your pal,
Ed

P.S. What will happen? Chapter eleven, The Death of Cinde. I suggest you be there, that is, if you want to have fun.