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*Narrowly dodging TDK's charge, Cyborg Stan runs to the other side
of the ring to size up this new foe... and barely has a moment before the
next charge knocks him off his feet, cutting a nasty gash in his organic
arm... grunting with pain, Cyborg issues forth a seris of rapid kicks with
his metal-encased lower legs, followed by repeated cuts with the blades
mounted on his staff. Against any normal, or even above average opponent,
any one of those hits would have been instantly lethal... but it only confused
the undead hunter slightly. This was not the situation that was real pleasant
for Cyborg. Not that he had much of a choice. Cyborg ducks inside a nearby
office building, leaving TDK without his prey. Kneeling to rest and hide,
Cyborg furiously tries to think of a way to neutralize this new threat,
that is slowly triangulating on his position. So the hunt begins...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. <Beverly
Hills Cop Theme>
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 18:36:04 (MDT)
*Cyborg's teams have managed to round up a few of the fatties...
but their power source is still limited. Even so, they still are able to
capitalize on the opprtunity, using the still-deployed loudspeakers to
identify the source of fatty foods. Soon, gleeful, sumo wrestlerquie citizens
begin jumping off buildings, tackling the Woodlice ships... the added weight
taxing their engines...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 18:41:02 (MDT)
Empty all KFC vats! Right there! *points at the Statue of Liberty,
and a stream of tasty, fatty chicken covers it* Now, evasive manovers!
*the ships sway from side to side causing an avalanch of fattys to rain
over New York.
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 18:46:02 (MDT)
*Cyborg painfully drags himself more into the building. Smelling
the faint scent of sweet, sweet blood, TDK slowly walks into the building.
A few minutes later, a sound is heard - TDK runs toward it. An elevator
is running - all 20 of them. Grimicing, TDK jams metal into them. Level
by level, he was gonna force his prey - up...*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 18:51:07 (MDT)
*While the board is in chaos, Savannah leaves the planet, and returns
with a modified Interdicter cruiser. She powers up the gravity cones, thus
trapping all ships.* Hehehee, there, noone leaves!
Savannah
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 18:52:12 (MDT)
Woodlouse Battleships dont use hyperdrive engines.
Lord_Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 18:58:19 (MDT)
Hence the "modified" bit....
Savannah
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:01:14 (MDT)
"WHAT!?" The most senior officer on the SSD, who was the third senior
at the last meeting, begins to sweat."Uh.....ma'am? We think, however,
we have fixed over 75% of the air leaks and...."*sounds of asphixiation*
The Admiral smiles.brightly. "So, we have several tons of greasy, fat-filled
food blocking the engine intakes, not to mention adding to our tonnage.....do
you know how _hard_ it is to force-lift one of these into orbit? Right,
now, uh you, you're in charge of fixing all air leaks and clearing the
intakes. You have twelve hours, 43 competant mechanics, and several thousand
stormtroopers. Enjoy."
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:09:35 (MDT)
A few minutes after the meeting, scanning the technical readouts
and trying to get the main reactor, which had quit in the confusion, online,
Jadesfire notices some starboard batteries powering up (slowly because
it's on auxilary). With a satisfied smirk, the Admiral brings the reactor
online, takes a few potshots with one of the smaller batteries at people
hanging off of the poky end trying to re-enact Titanic, and brings all
other batteries in range to bear on the slicer. She also puts in a demotion
for the captain responsible, putting him lower on the chain of command
and thus slightly safer from planned acts of senseless violence.
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:20:28 (MDT)
*Orders dozens of Cylon fighters to be launched* Target the Woodlousian
ships! We must destroy them. *grins as he watches fighter upon fighter
pour out of his ship* Now, Woodlouse, you shall pay.
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:21:36 (MDT)
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