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*leads the "HGS Creepy Crawly" into a landing possition along with
some other warships and begins the order for troops to leave along with
armour divisions*
Captain_Woodlouse
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 11:10:02 (MDT)
The escape pod, pouring smoke from a multitude of bullet-holes,
and with the parachute aflame, plunges into the Pacific ocean offshore
of New York.
Zapper
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 11:14:24 (MDT)
In a brilliant tactical stroke, Cyborg Stan orders the unleashing
of the Aliens (from the Alien movies) upon the remaining tribbles, hence
making a small army... capslues filled with self-replicating nanobots are
shot beneath the crust, building unknown structures like a fire...
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 12:20:23 (MDT)
And in only a few minutes, hundreds of tenacles shoot up from the
ground, scaring an old lady. Hundreds of people are getting eaten by those
little Alien guys, which would be considered tragic if FOX didn't make
a "When Aliens Attack" show so everyone now considers it funny. In addition,
the Pacific Ocean is wandering about confusedly, wondering why it's next
to New York, but then a escape pod smelling like stinky smoke rams into
it's head, knocking it out.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 12:35:29 (MDT)
A black oily stain seeps from under the edge of the Brain-beam gunnery
section's armory locker. Zapper, knowing that the decoy escape pod would
be history by now, knows that the best way to operate is when one is not
expected. Remaining in liquid form, Zapper oozes towards the battlecruiser's
engine room, and sets the reactor on overload, then irreversibly destroys
the control linkages. "Time to get out of here for real.. Too bad Stan
is in the other battleship.."
Zapper
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 13:03:36 (MDT)
"*Drives back to the lounge after spending some down time in San
Jose, CA* What happened here? An who's car got blown to piecs? *hears a
slight pur coming from somewhere* Hey, wat a minute... I know that sound.
*pulls a rather large phaser rifle out of his car and gets a very mad blood-crazed
look on his face* Tribbles."
TDK
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 13:04:23 (MDT)
While on the ground, a running battle rages between hordes of Spaam_Woodlouse
clones devouring every single tribble they come across, and the alien tribbles
nibbling chunks out of the other enlisted Woodlouse corps...
Zapper
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 13:19:13 (MDT)
The SSD _Insufficiently Reluctant_ heads for low orbit. Armed in
an unorthodox fashion, the ship starts to threateningly eclipse the sun
over parts of Manhatten, as a wide pan begins.
<[email protected]>
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 13:23:41 (MDT)
*sends message to the front* A new change in orders Field Marshal,
shoot or eat everything and everyone you see, I want that place totaly
obliterated!
Lord_Woodlouse
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 13:44:05 (MDT)
Ay Sah!
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Sunday,
August 01, 1999 at 13:44:56 (MDT)
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