Maz's Adventures
Prologue
As hordes of energy bullets screamed by his cockpit, Maz took immediate action. He looked behind his ship, confirming that there were pesky Volcom pirates firing from a distance behind him. Take some of this, you losers!! Maz thought, as he turned his ship around and fired unfathomable amounts of Mass Driver bullets at the Volcom. Maz watched the remaining "heartless", "cunning", and "fearless" pirates ran before him after watching one of their own explode into pieces.
He turned his ship around and continued his journey.
Chapter 1
Maz entered his newly built base. It felt "homey" for him, as there were many hidden features. There was Galactic Cable, droids which tidied up the place for him, and a cozy bed, made of dreamily soft Zinzziton fibers.
Today was the day that his friend would be coming over to check on his success.
Maz lay on his bed, watching some talk shows with Hopra Infrey, a psychologist, who was a fusion between the old Oprah Winfrey and Dr. Phil. He flipped between channels ranging from alien cooking to strange movies.
Suddenly a loud bang sounded from behind his door. It seemed that Oliver was here.
Maz looked through the porthole, confirming that it was really Oliver who was here. It really was Oliver, as Maz opened the door and they did their secret handshake.
"Hey man, how's the stuff going? Anything new happen this week?" Oliver asked him.
"Well, I got ambushed by a few damn Volcom... I took care of them though," Maz smiled.
"So what should I call you now? After killing Pirate Maboule a month ago, and now this, should I call you Massif Destruction? It seems fitting," Oliver joked.
"What!? Of course not! Just call me Maz," he said.
"So... What do you want to do now? Kill some Flyswatters? Hunt for Bionic Rats? Go through the UZ again? I heard that since the Zaphragi are such a large community, they appoint new leaders and their ships every day or two!" Oliver explained.
"Maybe, but I think that the best thing for me to do now, besides killing pirates for profit, is to have an actual job to kill them. I would probably get a 10 million credit paycheck every day," Maz wondered.
