The Roaming Storm

S3E6: Who Invited U? ...for Full Party Panic!

ACT I [EXT. / JAW-DROP DISTANCE / OVER ONE MONTH PRIOR]

After giving an assured nod, Radi soon enters the hovercraft. Which makes a hasty departure in pursuit of the fast floating Voyager Bubble.

Skroei: [simply watches them go while Chazmin waves goodbye]... Yknow, you never got to ask about that man in the photo.

Chazmin: [stops waving and thinks to herself]... Eh, there's always next time. As for now, [begins heading inside] someone still owes me a post-breakfast brewsky.

Skroei: Hrmm. [follows] Strawberry Mimosa or Irish Coffee?

Chazmin: Mmmsurprise me.

After all... that, the two can now go about with their day. But for the going guests, their day has only just begun.

And as for one remaining guest...

Watcherfly (or should I say Watcher"fry"): [perched on top a metal guardrail, having watched the whole reunion from start to finish]...

With nothing else left to see here, the semi-aquatic insectoid slinks off the rail and dives headfirst into the water. However -- instead of latching back onto the yacht like before, it bids goodbye and swims straight down into deeper depths. For whatever purpose remains to be seen.

...

Many hours later, and in arrives the midnight sky -- covering the waves in its blankety embrace. Moreover, it appears that the Jaw-Drop Distance has already gone its merry way. Though that doesn't mean the night isn't still young. As one wide-awake Watcherfry soon re-emerges to the surface -- with a little surprise no less.

Mere seconds after resurfacing, a bright flash of purple light emanates from the one-eyed fry. The surrounding darkness is driven back by this spectacle, which is purposefully prolonged for one reason. Actually, make that way more than one.

BZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

Unleashed from the light is a familiar swarm of Watcherflies. Except this time, there are millions upon millions of them -- erupting towards the heavens in a deafening chorus of buzzing. It doesn't last for long though, as these flies begin to disperse in any and all directions. The swarming mass gradually thins and shrinks, scattering to the wind until not a single trace of their presence is left to linger. (Minus one floating husk of a comparatively smaller size). Only then does the blinding light fade, returning the seascape back to its darkened slumber.

The Watcherfry's task is complete. Now back to its usual task as it heads on down into the deep -- awaiting whatever comes next.

...

And so we return to present day (moreso present night), this time in entirely new waters. Of a coastline to be exact, flowing back and forth across the sandy edge like a soothing massage. However, something from the ocean soon makes its way out and onto the beach. It looks to be some sort of watercraft, like a mini-submarine. Or at least that's what it used to look like; Now it's nothing more than a big twisted ball of scrap metal, having seemingly imploded in on itself. (Hopefully no one's inside, but it's honestly hard to tell). Despite that, said scrap has been recycled with a new purpose. All thanks to a Nightmare putting it to good use.

What fresh new hell walks among us, you may ask? Well -- the Nightmare in question resembles that of a large, pale orange gastropod. Nowhere near as large as its new "shell", although the weight of all that metal doesn't seem to burden it in the slightest. Not only that, but it appears to be munching down on a piece of solid titanium -- having about as much resistance as a corn chip. Seems someone hasn't been neglecting their daily iron intake.