Your burgeoning excitement is jostled from your mind by a series of jerks and precipitous drops from the plane. Your seatbelt is buckled even before the seatbelt sign winks on.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your uh Captain speaking. We uhh apologise for the slight turbulence. We are encountering stronger thermals rising from the WonderGalaxy dome than usual, and are recalculating our landing vector to avoid them. Uhhh, as we should be landing in a little under 20 minutes, we ask you to remain in your seats for the remainder of the journey. Thank you."
The plane banks to the right, the steel geodesic sphere dropping from view as the window swings nauseatingly upwards at a clear, blue sky. Not content just to create its own microclimate within the WonderGalaxy, the sheer scale of the construction has caused ecological chaos for the local wildlife. The sunlight that reflects from the polished metal is said to cook any wildlife that strays too close and has created a desert out of the lagoon for a half mile radius, while the hot air rising from the sun-baked metal is enough to set planes quivering a thousand feet up. There are stories that Wondertainment had been forced to relocate the carpark after the sheer, focused sunlight melted a car.
That's Wondertainment in a nutshell. Audacious, with enough money to trample any legislation or common sense that gets in their way, and totally uncaring of the consequences.
The plane flattens out. Pushing your head back in to the headrest, you fixate on a point directly head, trying to blot out the sloshing in your stomach and your ear canals. You clench your stomach to stop the bile from rolling up into your throat.
"Relax," dad crows, even as the plane rattles like a tin can. "These things are engineered for way worse turbulence than this."
"The same engineers that built a theme park that can cook an alligator at 200 meters?" you retort.
In an attempt to take your mind of your situation, you switch your focus to the show still playing on dad's back-seat screen. Perhaps that was a bad idea - Dylas and Cjara throw themselves around in their seats, as their command consoles burst with sparks and smoke. Shields were, as they permanently appeared to be, at 13%.
"How come the actors are shaking about but the golden dice hanging from the console aren't?" you ask, pointing an accusatory finger at the obvious gaff. "Don't they have the laws of physics in the 31st Millennium?"
Dad points with finger-guns (or finger-phasers), doing his best imitation of Dylas Canthrope roguish mannerisms as he quips "laws don't apply to Dylas Canthrope." You roll your eyes.
On screen, a sleek fighter bears down on Dylas Canthrope's ship, guns strobing. A shot from within the cockpit shows what you suspect to be an out-of-work porn actress from the 1960s, slathered in green paint and KY jelly and practically poured into a silver catsuit.
"How about those for physics?" dad says with a wink and a nod at her bountiful breasts sloshing about, barely contained, while what is clearly the arm of a stagehand wobbles the set from side to side. "Gelatina: the most sensual single-celled organism in the Galaxy. One of Canthrope's most persistent nemeses - well, she was in two episodes anyway." He jabs a finger at her glistening, green tits. "See, a lot of people complain that her outfit was exploitative, but its actually designed to maintain her shape - in her natural form she's a shapeless amoebae. The science is all there in the Universal Odyssey: Insider's Guide."
"Uh huh. What's her deal?" you ask, fishing around for a question to appear genuinely interested in the subject matter after realising you've been staring at a (probably long dead) actress' breasts for far longer than is socially acceptable.
"She's a Space Marshall - it's her job to bring Dylas in. She aint bad but she's got one hell of a stick up her butt. See, she's terrified that if she ever relaxes, she'll lose her form completely and turn into primordial goo. That's why she's so uptight."
"Seems a little..." Your thoughts are derailed as a proton torpedo collides with Gelatina's fighter, sending fresh quakes through the actress. "Is,uh, she at the park?"
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