- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 14:01:44 (MDT)
Genisis Device??! Oh... just great. ...Sighing, He locks his sensors
on the very obvious dot that protomatter creates. Giving orders, his ship
disapears, then reapears out of lurkerspace around the sensor dot, much
larger than it appeared to be before because inside the ship there's a
great hollow cavern to accomodate the cloaked vulcan ship. Then the Atypical
Malfuncion shrinks slightly as it molds itself to the countours of the
vulcans craft. Darva grins slightly as he flicks the button to take them
into desolate lurker space. Then he goes down to where the two hulls touch,
and starts searching the vulcan craft for an entrance...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinare)
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 14:51:00 (MDT)
'Cylon commander, Cylon commander, request assistance in orbital
bombardment of multiple massive incoming bogies on the floolwing coordinates."
*File transfer of orbital and ground based radar tracking data.* "The targets
marked in red are much too large and too near for us to attempt to take
out with nukes. Your HVICs would be ideal for breaking them up. All targets
marked with blue we shall attempt to vaporize with Russian, US and Chinese
ICBMs. Please reply. Over."
UN Security
Council
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 14:56:14 (MDT)
We'll commence heavy, sustained HVIC bombardment immediately. *mutters
to himself* We may be in New York, but there are only SO many idiots to
shoot out of a rail gun
Q`res
<[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 15:26:18 (MDT)
"Cylon Commander, we shall endeavour to supply you with all the
idiots you require!" *Begins negotiations with various nations to export
their idiots in vast droves to the scattered HVIC sites*
UN Population
Control Bureau
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 15:30:49 (MDT)
The captain of the Panchik freighter never knew what hit him or
his crew. They were sitting on the ground near New York unloading a HVTC
when the alien appeared out of no where. Ugly in the extreme, hairless,
sexless and with loose leathery skin that hung in folds like armor. A flattened
face with a hard beak, enlarged joints that look like oversized cantaloupes
and hands that look like strings of walnuts. It was wearing a crude hand
sewn vest festooned with pockets, each bulging with tools and other material.
None of the Panchik crewmen had a chance to shout a warning before the
Protector blurred into motion moving with superhuman speed, cunning, precision
and ruthlessness. Behind it lay a path of broken and dead bodies. Fighting
his way to the life support system Leroy hooks up a small super compressed
cylinder of modified Raid and systematically gasses the remaining crew
to death. A half hour later the converted freighter lifts off and half
an hour after that it settles down in a large junk pile of damaged beyond
repair Tie fighters and other assorted ships. Quickly Leroy goes about
disguising the Panchik ships as just another derelict...
Leroy
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 15:44:44 (MDT)
*The Vice Admiral is overseeing HVTS deliverys when a message comes
in "Admiral, we have received news that the HGS Jam Biscuit has been lost"*
What do you mean lost? You dont just LOSE a starship! *"Well it was doing
a delivery in New York and it just simply disapeared, we have also found
some of our woodlice, dead."* DEAD?! Oh my, get me Field Marshal Woodlouse
on comm! *"Ay Sir"*
Vice Admiral
Panchik
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 17:05:56 (MDT)
With the sound of Chinese firecrackers, explosive bolts detonated
all throughout the SSD_Insufficiently_Reluctant's hangar deck. In moments,
5-meter thick armored anti-explosive-decompression blast doors slammed
shut over all internal ports and doorways. The red warning lights and emergency
decompression warming alert had barely started when the particle shield
over the hangar entrance flickered..and vanished. In an instant, the bay
was engulfed in a mother-of-all-huricanes as the air spilled out into the
void... The Emperor, standing within one of the auxilliary computer control
rooms onboard, smiles. His backdoor access code had granted him complete
privilages and command in the system, and had locked out all other users.
Now, stepping over the bodies of the technicians he mindblasted to unconciousness,
he made his way boldly to the command deck. Jadesfire's crew, seeng the
illusion of their commander, gave him wide, free and fearful passage. This
ship is now.. MINE!!
The Emperor
<Hostile Takeover!!>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 17:11:18 (MDT)
*The comm officer reports "Sir, we are reciving a message from the
Panchik"* Put it through... *An unhappy looking Panchik appears on the
viewer and says "Field Marshal! We have lost a ship, and some of our woodlice
where found dead where it last was!"* And this has relavence to me because?
*"Because YOU are the overall woodlouse commander here!"* Ah, there is
that I suppose, well what do you want ME to do? *"Find out who did it!"*
Well hmmm, OK, I'll send the Yah'Noik down to help you, their advanced
sensors should help you quite a bit... *"Thank you sir, long live the Kingdom!"
The Panchik salutes, being a trader he uses the wrong arms for it and looks
silly*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 17:16:56 (MDT)
Jadesfire caught the flash of triumph, and grumbled...she thought
she'd have more time..., but continued her work. Glancing at the impressive
rows of switches in the control pit of the (decoy) main bridge, Jadesfire
remembered her current job, soon finished and slipped off to her next checkpoint....
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 17:32:39 (MDT)