- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:44:35 (MDT)
HOW DARE HE!!!!! HE SHALL PAY FOR THIS!!!!! *opens a channel to
Field Marshal Woodlouse* Right, we fight with you now infidel! *a look
of shock spreads accross the Field Marshals face before the transmission
is cut off* ALL FIGHTERS, ALL CRUISERS! EVERYTHING!! ATTACK THE EMPEROR
AND HIS FORCES!!!!!!!!! *the Xanarious shakes four fists in the air while
his eyes phase red like a light switch*
Chief
Xanarious
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:44:47 (MDT)
The Emperor staggers, bleeding profusely. Then, with supreme effort,
he peels himself off the wall, and unleashes force lightning of such magnitude
as to utterly electrocute any living thing in an instant! Unfortunately
for him, the Klingon is already Undead! With the bolts of lighting crackling
about him, jerking his muscles this way and that, TDK does a Michael Jacksonesque
strut on the throne room floor. Horribly embarrasing, but ultimately futile.
The Lava-lamp falls from his hand and rolls across the floor. The Emperor,
growing weaker by the moment from blood-loss, attempts to mind-control
the furous TDK, but to no avail. One cannot control that which is braindead...
With a scream of rage at being called 'brain dead', TDK leaps with both
blades flashing! In desperation, the Emperor drops the tank on him, then
flees the throne room, leaving behind a bloody trail...
The Emperor
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:48:52 (MDT)
*suddenly space is alive with woodlouse ships fighting side by side
relentlessly blasting ships with combined firepower and HVTS Cannons*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:49:12 (MDT)
Out of the frying pan and into the fire, eh? *the remaining 31 Panchik
ships, now fully repaired thanks to the Louseanite armour, begin to fire
their toilet seats again, while trying to remain on the rim of the battle...*
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:59:37 (MDT)
*With a flash of light, the Bahamut-Zero Cannon issues forth another
deadly ray, knocking out another ship. Massive energy bursts issue forth
from other points on the hull of the _Slicer_ and sister ship _Halberd_,
slowly positioning them in front of the HVIC array. And in all this, Cyborg
Stan waits, gathering his energy....*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 18:59:54 (MDT)
*In Emperor's Mind* Cyborg Stan : You cannot win. This one is a
most relentless hunter. Emperor : As am I. Cyborg Stan : Your nanites cannot
prevent him from slicing out your heart. Emperor : Yes, but this will.
*Presses a lever, and opens a secret door revealing his personal battle
armor, which has more weapons than your average third world nation. And
in the background, Cyborg Stan hums.*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 19:04:52 (MDT)
*Seconds after the emperor's retreat, the tank slowly raises of
the ground on one end and the lower body of a Klingon is thrown out. The
upper body folows close behind and the tank fals to the floor again.* Hey,
Spiders! I need your help. Do what you can to fix the tank, we need to
get outta here. *he grabs his lower boddy and duct tapes it to the upper
body, then gets up to look for Jadesfire. He finds the lava lamp on the
side of the throne room where it rolled after he dropped it.* Ok, Jades,
let's go. *He places the orb in the tank as it slowly re-forms itself.
Then he pulls out the torpedo. He sets it to a 1 hour time delay.* These
things may have external armor capable of taking one of these, but the
interiors are the weakest things I've ever seen. *He hops into the tank
and starts the long journey back to the surface.*
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 19:08:02 (MDT)
Nevermind, one more thing. *Rips all control circutry out of the
torpedo.* Nothing will stop the expllosion now.
TDK
- Wednesday,
August 11, 1999 at 19:10:01 (MDT)