- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 09:42:59 (MDT)
*gets out of his newly made war room to see his army sitting around
eating, playing or sleeping* What the bloody hell is going on here?! *some
woodlice casualy look up from their activitys* Get out there and shoot
things!
Lord_Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 10:42:30 (MDT)
*suddenly realises what he was supposed to be doing* Oh Sh...*sound
of moving battleships* Come on lads, move move move! *runs for the *Blue
Pea* and quickly leaps onto the ramp as it begins to ascend*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 10:46:51 (MDT)
C'mon C-Stan, where are you? You can't hide forever. *suddenly his
ears perk up as he hears a pur, but this is not a typcal soothing sound,
this was more of a muffled scream.* TRIBBLES!!!!!! DIE!!!!! *throws phaser
fire everywhere over the newest batch of Tribbles he's come accross*
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 12:02:32 (MDT)
*sitting in a KFC place* Wooo, meat! FREE meat! Quick, get out there
and cover that stuff in KFC batter! *the minions of the Colonel proceed
to run out and grab bits of Godzilla*
The Colonel
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 12:38:51 (MDT)
Admiral Jadesfire's action in firing on one of the juvenile Godzilla-offspring
was ill-considered, to say the least.. because this has attracted the attention
of the BIG one. With a roar that sends terror through the hears of all
who hear it, Godzilla strides across the city, batting aside the occasional
skyscraper that had the misfortune to be in the way. Turbolaser bolts splatter
uselessly against the impenetrable scales that cover the monster's mighty
flanks, doing little more than leave a few scorch marks, and making the
reptilian titan even angrier, if such were possible. As Godzilla advances
on the stricken hulk of the _Insufficiently_Reluctant_, his mighty footfalls
send the terrified Imperial gunners bouncing up and down in their seats.
Soon the huge lizard's shadow hangs like a thundercloud over the ship,
and he begins to stoop down.. those impossibly large teeth coming closer..
closer! Does he intend to take a bit out of what's left of the superstructure?
But no! The massive claws seek purchase on the underside of the hull, and
the 17km long vessel is lifted bodily into the air! As yet another deafening
roar shakes its the very structure, the _Insufficiently_Reluctant_ is tossed
into the air and tumbles into the sea with an enormous splash! Godzilla
stands on the shore for a moment, swatting at the few TIE fighters that
dare to do battle ( and are foolish enough to get too close), catches some
of them in his jaws, then turns and strides off into the sunset, leaving
behind a ruined city, a line of huge footprints, and a moral: SIZE DOES
MATTER!
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 14:16:41 (MDT)
Watching from a cloaked surveilence ship, a Vulcan raises an eyebrow
and remarks: "Fascinating. That is one BIG lizard."
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 14:30:58 (MDT)
As the giant footsteps thunder past, a lone figure sights in relief.
The city can ill-afford an all-out TL and Godzilla rampage YET AGAIN. The
huge lumbering beast, having been fooled through judicious use of the dropship's
defensive holoprojectors and a spray of hypnotic gas, leaves the battle
scene. Ridiculous, really, but then the miniscule lizard brain had one
heck of an ego. Barely as large as the skyscrapers it crashes past, it
thinks it could lift and toss a 17+Km SSD? Had it strode up against the
REAL SSD, it would have been dwarfed into insignificance. Zapper slumps
in his control seat.. um.. bucket.. and ponders what to do next. While
overhead, the air continues to be filled with the sounds and sights of
battle. Cylon raiders, far more maneuverable than the Base-Star, are wheeling
through the sky in constant battle with swarms of Woodlousian Bugfighters.
Lacking specific orders either way, Tie Fighters from the SSD on aerial
patrol contend themselves with taking pot-shots at any ship from either
side entering the secure air-zone over the SSD. On the ground, Spaam_Woodlice,
their heavy carapace barely adequate to protect them against Cylon blasters,
are in a war of attrition. In a battle line wandering about like a drunk
centipede, the air is filled with the stench of vaporized Spaams, and the
noxious, metallic farts caused by the digestion of battalions of Cylon
ground troops. Onboard the SSD_Insufficiently_Reluctant, the intelligence
officer briefs the Admiral: "Madame Admiral, 24th ATST Scout Division on
routine perimeter security sweep have spotted a formation of Cylon ground
vehicles, escorted by a legion of battle droids. They seem to be transporting
what appears to be sensor and repair equipment to the HTMS Slicer. We believe
that they aim to capture that 5-mile battlecruiser and bring it back up
to operational status. The Cylon vehicles in question have intruded into
our perimeter and are currently engaged with the security detail. Shall
I send reinforcements?"
Zapper
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 14:34:06 (MDT)
All fighters, move only within proximity to our battleships point
defence gunnery range! *the crackle of "Roger Wilko" is heard from numerous
Wing Commanders*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 14:58:00 (MDT)
Jadesfire blinks. "Trying to repair the sensors? Hmmm.....we still
have that Carrack attached to our port, don't we? And the Lancers port
and starboard? Oh, the starboard one's missing. Hmmm....Okay, ask for their
surrender on the comm...they've probably got mechanics. If they don't surrender.......uh...launch
the squadron of Scimatar bombers and obliterate them. Got that? Oh, and
send the Lancer to assist our interceptors while you're at it...can't have
fighters harassing us while we're doing repairs...."
- Tuesday,
August 03, 1999 at 15:21:17 (MDT)