The Long Tale of Volatilis Fatum

[Zygoeths]

They followed him, all the way down a cavern tunnel, and into a large open area, where the sun could be seen. But in the middle of the opening, was a small round ship, that looked oddly like a baseball.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, i present to you, our way to Malta, the Cultist Sleeper!" Yelled Kornatus.

"Everyone in!" Volatilis added.

The inside of the ship was like the outside, round. There were 11 pods all around the interior, one for each member.

"Choose one, and get it," Said Fatum.

Each member slowly walked around the ball until they found a pod they liked. Fatum sat in the one up front.

"I know this is on short notice everyone," Fatum said through the pod microphone, "But were leaving for Malta today.... LAUCNHING!" He yelled.

The top of the cavern blew apart and the large ball lifted into the air, and then took off. Fatum checked the navigational system, it was marked Malta.

"Ok guys, engaging sleep," Fatum said as he hit a button on top of his pod.

A deep sleep fell over the members of the cult, as sleeping gas filled each pods hull.