There and Back Again, A Vespa's Tale
Chapter 1: An Unexpected PRT Raid
In a hole in the side of a warehouse lived a Vespa. Not a dilapidated structure, ready to fall down at the slightest breeze, to spread mold and smelly oozy things across the neighborhood, nor was it very well furnished, with tea cozies or flower pots: it was a Vespa hole, and that means the laws of physics must be defiled.
It had a perfectly useful square door, that was sealed tightly against intruders. Painted with rust and sea salt, and a shiny new padlock. What this door no longer opened to, was a large empty gray concrete floor, distorted, discolored and pitted from the Vespa's experiments. To one side was another lovely hole which led deep below the ground to a vast cavern system that the Vespa rather liked. No kitchen was to be found, nor living or bedroom. Not even a nice window to give a view of the shore and sea.
This Vespa was not a very well-to-do Vespa, and her name was Hebert. Now the Hebertses have lived in the ghetto of The Bay since they were kicked out of Sicily, and people considered them to be some what acceptable, not because they were in any way rich, but because, well they never saw what they did in the shadows. Now this is a tale of how a Hebert went on adventure, whether it wanted her to or not.
The mother of our singular Vespa - - wait, what is a Vespa you ask? When asked of of the Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, it has only one entry written by a very plucky Gallifernarian. "RUN!"
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Now this is the tale of the adventure of Taylor Hebert and day Vista the Grey Wizardess and 12 Dwarf Longshoremen showed up to her warehouse just before a PRT raid happened and set fire to her place.
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