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*ponders why the British are always evil in US films*
Lord_Woodlouse
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 14:27:53 (MDT)
Because we know the truth about you.........
Q`res
<say_m@hotmail>
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 14:46:42 (MDT)
The mirrored egg rests in a crater at the base of the Empire State
Building. Internal systems, taxed beyond design parameters, have begun
to edge into red-line. The onboard AI, recognizing the need for raw material
to continue onboard repairs as well as signs of starvation in its unconcious
passenger, reverted to scout mode. Seeming to melt without in fact doing
so, the mirrored surface of the egg began to run in rivulets, spreading
out a branching network of thin veins that spread out in all directions.
Moving in the cracks of the pavement, these thin rootlike appendages split,
and slit again, casting a shining web as thin as spider silk across an
area of a few hundred feet. Cars were drained of their fuel, then the tires,
upholstery, and finally the metal dissolved and were pulled into the egg.
Inside, advanced nanotechnology used this influx of raw material, and repaired,
rebuilt and refueled the much battered ship and its occupant. In a short
while the tendrils were withrawn. The egg, now slightly larger and at full
operational capacity, woke its passenger and rose silently into the air.
On awaking, the AI briefed Zapper on the current events. - "A most unusual
even occured while you were snoring.." (Zap makes a rude noise) "Some form
of creature with chameleon abilities came up out of the sewers, duplicated
this ships external appearance, and departed. It seems to have been driven
out of hiding by the battles between a tribble horde and an alien zombie."
Zapper thinks to himself that the AI is going slightly bonkers.. It was
an anthropologist's vessel, never designed to enter into a warzone. On
the other hand, why would anything wish to appear to be his vessel? There
were a million other outward appearances much better suited to blending
into the environment and not drawing attention. Oh, well.. As the egg rose
higher, Zapper spied a most bizarre sight: Cyborg Stan, the Warlord of
the 25th century, rushes by underneath in a heavily modified shopping cart
while being pursued by the remains of New York's Finest..
Zapper
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 15:03:56 (MDT)
Steal my toe, will ya? That's it. *Gets the tank moving again and
crushes thelast remaining horde of Tribbles except for one. The one with
his toe* For that you must be brutally destroyed. *The tank moves slowly
behind a single hyperactive furball. Its turret slowly rotates until the
barrel is pointed right at the mobile toupe.* Eat shrapnel hairball!
TDK
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 17:15:12 (MDT)
Unfortunately, it appears the Lurker had not realized that 2 smaller
vessels attached to the SSD _Insufficiently Reluctant_ were in fact fully
operational and spaceworthy. Given orders to pick up any renegade generals,
the Carrack-class cruiser _Resiliant Imperfection_ jettisons one of its'
scout TIEs and picks up the mirrored egg.....
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 18:20:25 (MDT)
*climbs out of the tank and walks to the pothole he just created
in the road.* That should teach you toupes not to mes with Klingons. *picks
up toe and tapes it back into place* Now if you'll excuse me, there's a
shopping cart that needs to be shot. *drives off over the piles of debris
that now cover the city streets.*
TDK
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 18:56:39 (MDT)
...Seeing the ship approaching, for a moment, he smiles in victory,
then his Lurker In Danger alarm goes off, showing him that the trajectory
of the ship indicates it comes from earth... instead of deep space where
he expected. Letting off a colorful expletive, he thinks for a few moment,
then acting with haste, he decides it's time for a quick change again.
When The Tie reaches the egg like ship, it's now a small police box. Darva
inside is still using his British accent, but is now dressed in odd plaid
clothing, and a huge scarf, and constantly followed around by a little
robotic dog, he waits quietly in the inside of his little police box, wondering
what's going to become of the lurker...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 21:43:17 (MDT)
*As the officers began to return, reports began to come in. At first
they were dismissed as 'bloody hogwash', but they came up with a constitent
pattern... one that had a full fleet of over a thousand capital ships...
on a direct course for Earth.... their orders? Base Delta Zero....*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
August 05, 1999 at 23:32:38 (MDT)
In the deep shadow of a lunar crater, there is motion. On a desolate,
blasted surface, there is yet hope for the resourceful. In what others
may percieve as a hopeless wreck, life, of a sort, lives on. The Halbred,
having ditched its main reactor cluster in high earth orbit, had rushed
under emergency reserves to the moon. Not enough time. Not enough distance.
No cover whatsoever. The explosion blew off major components, caused innumerable
hull breaches, and outright vaporized the comm array. With all systems
in critical, it was a testimony to the steel nerves (well, maybe copper)
of Stan's warrior cyborgs that they were able to induce a controlled crash-landing
of the ship in a sheltered lunar crater. In the frenzied time to follow,
each hour a struggle to survive, they rebuilt, repaired, cannibalized and
jury-rigged the ship back into some semblance of operational capacity.
Lacking much in resources, mining droids were dispatched to the lunar surface
to gather minerals needed for the repairs. Slowly, almost imperceptibly,
the HTMS Halbred was rebuilt. Now, many days later later, a weak, coded
transmission was received by Stan's sensor crew aboard the Slicer. THE
HALBRED LIVES!!
Zapper
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 02:47:40 (MDT)
(gah.. the title for the previous should have read:)
Zapper
- Friday,
August 06, 1999 at 02:53:57 (MDT)
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