Chapter 3: The Mission

Micorp was in her room, waiting for something to do. She had recovered a long time ago, and decided against the dinner idea. Almost all of the Humaren annoyed her, anyway. She had been thinking. 'Is Wizeman really doing the right thing here? Should I really trust him? I don't like this anymore.' She kept thinking about it to herself, and had even let the last dreamers dream without her turning it into a nightmare.

She had also been thinking of NiGHTS, the first 'Maren to rebel against Wizeman. He'd done it. Why not her? She thought about it, until a messenger 'Maren flew into her room. She looked at it with disdain. third level, simple little minion. She considered paralooping it, but then thought again. That would have Wizeman coming down on her with at least on of those weird hands of his. She decided to listen to the simple minion.

"Master Wizeman wants you to go to him right now!" The little minion exclaimed. It had a bug-like voice, mixed with one of those double voices, like the one Bomamba had. Stupid Witch... Micorp hated that voice. DESPISED it, in fact. It was almost annoying as Jackle's voice.

Speaking of the annoying little pile of clothing, she was beginning to remember that she hadn't stolen his cards yet. After that, she remembered that she had decided against it because she was beginning to suspect that he had an infinite amount of cards. It would be impossible to get all--

"Hello?" The annoying little voice cut into her thoughts. She remembered what was going on. "Master Wizeman--"

"Yes, yes, I heard you the first time!" Her cat-like voice cut in. "I was just thinking about something, ok?" 'Something this little idiot could never do...' She added to silently. She got up, stretched, and flew down to Handman's chambers. Or whatever they were called, she really didn't care. Mr. Hands was really starting to annoy her. She knocked on the door, and it creaked open. She took that as an invitation to come in, and did just that.

Mr. Handman stared at her with three of his six hands, the other three staring off into space as usual. "You are late," he announced, as though anyone in the area-- herself and Handman-- didn't know.

She made another mental note that calling him Handman instead of his real name was fun. "It's not my fault you sent a slow minion to fetch me," She remarked.

"It was not slow, you were just slow to react!" His booming voice... boomed.

"Yeah, it kinda interrupted me right in the middle of an important thought," She replied.

"We can discuss who's fault it is when you get back," Handman said, as though the previous event had never happened.

This caught Micorp by surprise. "Get back? Get back from what?"

"Why, your mission, of course. Your mission to find and destroy NiGHTS, or at least bring him back."