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For what exactly? Fire on that puny ship! *the "Blue Pea" fires
and with one savlo destroys the Cylon vessel, Cylons start walking around
New York when the ship crashes*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:30:33 (MDT)
All fighters engage the Cylon fighters, they are the only present
threat.
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:39:31 (MDT)
*Meanwhile, in the inky blackness of space.* Figure : So the fools
have fallen into my trap? Aide : Yes, my Emperor. Even now, they fight
each other as we speak. Figure : Excellent. Soon, no one will be capable
of standing against me...
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. <Descent02.mid
- No idea where from.>
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 19:59:40 (MDT)
Hey, I heard that! *the crew of the "Blue Pea" looks at him funny*
Lord_Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 20:03:02 (MDT)
Its time for beddy bye byes *the ships fly back to the underground
bases for sleep*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 20:17:44 (MDT)
*with his Basestar crashed about a mile northwest of the SSD crash
site Q`res sets out to destroy the woodlice armies* Hmmm..... what now
I wonder. *pulls out his Klingon disruptor pistol* God I hate Spam.......
Q'res
<[email protected]>
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 21:03:14 (MDT)
Meanwhile, in the depths of space -(No, no, in the OTHER direction!):
Stars like glittering dust motes on velvet. Silence as deep as eternity.
In space, nobody can hear you scream. But you can sure try... For the Nth
time, Zapper curses Imperial designers for not including a user's manual
in the Tie Advanced. Muttering under his breath, squinting outside the
viewport, he tries in vain to locate the Earth's solar system. Escape seened
the best option, he thought. Pushing the chrome levers marked "Hyperdrive"
seemed the most logical thing to do to avoid the SSD's tractor beams. But
once out here, he finds out that, in space, one can get lost simply by
turning around. Tumbling end over end, the Tie Advanced searches vainly
for that tiny pinpoint of light that signifies *home*.... Zapper - "Hmm..
eenie, meenie, miney, moe...." Suddenly, a 10 meter mirrored egg appears
in view, interrupting these deep contemplations. Decelerating rapidly,
it approaches the tumbling Tie. Magnetically latching onto the Imperial
warcraft, it stabilizes its motion. Within the Tie, scanning beams seem
to emerge through the walls, panning back and forth. And then the Tie was
empty. AI - "Got lost? Again??" Zapper - "Awww..shudaap...." In a burst
of speed, the mirrored egg heads back to Sol system. Lightning shoots out
ahead of the egg, and a gateway materializes. In a flash, the egg dissapears.
Zapper
- Monday,
August 02, 1999 at 22:39:01 (MDT)
Well... You dont see that everyday.
Lord_Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 05:14:00 (MDT)
*does the morning routine and goes down to the officers mess (where
they eat, before anyone says anything)* Hmmm, still no sign of Lieutenant
Woodlouse eh? *the officers look back with grim faces and shake their heads*
This is odd, I havent seen S&M Woodlouse anywhere either, but then
thats no great loss *a few chuckles ripple accross the table* Well, may
as well have breakfast. *calls to the woodlouse waitress* KFC PLEASE! *the
waitress comes over with a huge pile of KFC and Field Marshal Woodlouse
tucks in heartily*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse <<------
Workin 9 til 5 *grin*>
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 05:26:15 (MDT)
Let it be known that we havent left our base yet and hence hostilities
toward us cant take place, we shall leave apon finishing our breakfast.
Lord_Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 06:07:32 (MDT)
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