- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 19:07:12 (MDT)
Sterben Sie die ganze Sie wertlose peons! Ihre Mutter war ein hampster
und Ihr Vater, die von den Holunderbeeren gerochen wurden! Bilden Sie mich
taunt nicht Sie wieder! [pulls out mega-super-hypobolic-destructo-ray and
fires across the battlefield]
The
Lone German Soldat <[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 19:12:03 (MDT)
Attention Lurker vessel: Release my ship at once, or I will set
Barney the Dinosaur on you! This is not a bluff...
very annoyed
Vulcan <[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 21:06:26 (MDT)
...After 5 or ten minutes when Darva's finished laughing, he opens
the airlock he finaly found, and steps into the Vulcans ship... I'm afraid
i'm going to have to confiscate that protomatter device... it's to unstable
to exist in anything that has something remotly resembling a plot.
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 21:36:08 (MDT)
Savannah: Have we finnished repairs yet? Second-in-command: uhh,
not yet...the shields are at 90%, and wepons are mostly operational, but
we still have some places on the hull that are weak. Savannah: That's not
too bad... Second-in-command: it is if you consider that something is wrong
with our power....we don't have enough to run everything. Savannah: so
don't run everything! I want shields, guns, and if possible, manuverability.
I don't care about everything else! Second-in-command: yes'm *the interdictor
pulls out from behind the moon and gets into orbit around the Earth* This
is better...not much left of Earth, though, is there?
Savannah
<[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 22:08:32 (MDT)
"Do you really think you'd know how to disarm this thing? Why don't
we talk this over?" asks the Vulcan, giving Darva what seems to be a friendly
pat on the shoulder. Darva at once collapses to the deck, totally out cold
from a well-administered Vulcan Nerve Pinch. Meanwhile, as threatened,
Barney the Dinosaur vaults through the airlock and runs amok on the Lurker's
ship.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 23:44:28 (MDT)
Next the Vulcan turns to Wesley Crusher. "Ok whizz-kid. Here'a a
tricoder and some spare Warp coil. I want you to invent a device that will
get us back to Posterspace, and out from inside this guy's ship!"
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 23:47:19 (MDT)
...Simply grins at the Vulcan... Now... perhaps before you try to
effect someone's nerves, you should learn where they lie... and as for
Barney. ...He utters a few commands, and the floor of his ship rears up,
and engulfs the dinosaur, quickly pushing it through the hull, and out
into airless, matterless lurkerspace, where even the evil of this demonic
dinosaur probably can't survive... As to disarming it? No, I have no idea
what to do with it. But I do know people who do. And protomatter is far
to dangerous a substance to bring near a war zone. I will release your
ship, happily even, but I don't see how you're going to get out of lurkerspace,
seeing as you have no idea what it even is. That would effectivly deal
with the protomatter device, as well as getting you out of my hair. Those
are your choices.. take your pick.
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Friday,
August 13, 1999 at 23:53:36 (MDT)
"This is an automated recording. Greetings from the Vulcan Academy
of Sciences. We come in peace and mean you no harm. Co-operation and cultural
exchange will be mutually beneficial. Contact us if your species is interested
in learning the ways of Logic, or in becoming a member of the United Federation
of Planets" (click) (rewind...) "This is an automated recording. Greetings
from the Vulcan Academy of Sciences. We come in peace... "
Vulcan
remote probe #4 <[email protected]>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 00:55:16 (MDT)