NON Sam and max stories (mostly THSC)

Space-Cation part 1: Charles in the star-les

(art by DATK)

Charles had been working hard.

Going on lots of missions to stop criminal raids, help his fellow soldiers, and in general just be the best special-ops pilot he could be.

And his hard work paid off, because finally, he gets some off time.

The general gave him a few weeks off, and told him he deserved a vacation, to which Charles accepted.

And for this vacation, he wanted to go to a particular resort he'd been hearing a lot about, since many of his soldier buddies had taken vacations there, and recommended it to him.

The stickmin space resort.

From what he'd read in the brochure he'd picked up while shopping one day, the place was a super-luxurious resort with lots of stuff to do, comfy lounges, fancy rooms, and a supposedly breathtaking view of earth.

What was even cooler is that the resort owner, Henry Stickmin, had supposedly built the place out of a rocketship he'd stolen from a notorious gang, and even reformed most of the gang members to act as the resort staff and crew.

Charles laughed a bit when he'd read that.

"Sounds like Henry, all right. The guy's so charismatic that he could probably convince a bee to stop making honey."

He sighs a bit. "Although, he can also be just as sweet as honey..."

Charles then smiles hopefully. Maybe get to see him again on his vacation.

They really did need to talk...

But anyways, Charles made his reservation online, packed up his things, drove out to the launch port, and flew on a commercial spaceship all the way up to the very large resort in outer space. It was even bigger than he'd imagined as he saw it through the ship window.

The ship docked, and he and all the other passengers got off onto the docking port where there was oxygen. They were greeted by a man in a red bellhop outfit with a name tag reading 'B. Hampton.'

"Welcome to the stickmin space resort." he says, leading them down the hall.

"Built out of a former toppat base, it's been refitted for your luxury and enjoyment. We toppats aboard have reformed, and now work as crew members. The toppats that remained on earth were arrested, as you know. The resort is run by the man himself, Henry stickmin."

He looks over the tourists. "You may wonder, why did he steal a criminal clan's rocket and decide to turn it into a resort?"

He looks down. "We may never know..."

He looks back up at them, smiling. "But hey, you wouldn't be here if that didn't happen."

"Enjoy your stay."

Hampton says as he opens the door for them into the main lobby.

Charles walked in, and his eyes widened as he looked around.

The place was even fancier than he'd imagined.

Everything had a pretty marble aesthetic. There were staircases, columns, paintings, and even a gorgeous fountain in the middle. In the center of the fountain was a pedestal, on top of which was a statue of Henry, which was holding the actual Romanian ruby and the tunisian diamond.

"Wow..." Charles says.

After walking around and admiring the fanciness of everything, he goes to the front desk. "Uh, hi." he says. "I have a reservation for C.calvin?"

The receptionist nods and looks through the reservations. "Calvin... calvin... Yep, right here." she says, pointing to it.

She hands him the guestbook. "Sign here, sir."

Charles gets the pen and signs the book, then hands it back to her.

She takes it, and hands him the key. "Alright, it's room 317. Enjoy your stay, mr calvin."

He smiles, taking it. "Thank you! I will!"

After walking around a little more, he takes the elevator up. When he finds his room, he opens it.

"Ooooh!"

Looking around, he could see that it was like, the fanciest bedroom he'd ever been in. He'd seen museum exhibits that were less fancy.

He puts his bag down on the desk, and then flops on the bed, which was like flopping down on a giant marshmallow.

He looks at the ceiling, smiling.

This vacation was gonna be great.