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*To Scotty's mind* There is another solution........
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 00:56:03 (MDT)
Phaser array online. tracking TIE-fighter wing in decaying orbit.
Targer lock acquired. Firing. Target destroyed. Assigning new target...
Vulcan
remote probe #14 <[email protected]>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 02:49:39 (MDT)
Leroy (who never liked to read as a human) speed reads the Panchik
captains logs regarding the war and the various factions. Between log entries
he memorizes contemplates and improves upon their tech manuals. At one
point Leroy stops at the entry marked �Lurker Space� and sits for ten minutes
while his already super fast brain speeds up. Stripping the HGS Jam Biscuit
of it�s hold, life support system, FTL engines and anything else the Protector
deems useless just serves as a distraction. Leroy returns to the computer
and in 30 minutes siphons everything containing entries for Lurkerspace
out of the computer. He spends another 30 minutes theorizing and hypothesizing
in a heated 4 sided debate where he plays all 4 advocates. Now having thought
through everything to do with Lurkerspace including things the inventors
of Lurkerspace never though of Leroy departs the HGS Jam Biscuit and goes
through the ship graveyard like a knobby whirlwind returning to the Biscuit
with a collection of parts. With the speed of a industrial droid and the
finesse of a brain surgeon Leroy builds a horrifically complex palm sized
object. Satisfied that it should work he connects the power leads and flips
a small switch. A single light comes on. Confirmed. Leroy looks at one
of the HVTC and launches himself into motion again. Time is short! 3 and
a half hours later Leroy stops. The HGS Jam Biscuit would no longer be
recognized by it�s owners. Lifting off the Biscuit is nothing more than
a stripped down drive and a pair of HVTC (slightly modified). It lifts
up through Earth orbit and starts a meandering course. Inside the miniature
life system Leroy studies his modified Palm Detector, a flicker, something
stronger... Bingo! He loads the first of 3 objects into a HVTC and aims
and fires. The pulse is low powered and the object explodes harmlessly
several kilometers away in a bright blue flash. Nothing seems to happen...
Except this seemingly simple device sends a pulse wave through Lurkerspace
causing a malfunction in all Lurkerdrives in the area. Immediately the
Atypical_Malfunction is forced to revert to real space, much to the surprise
of those aboard. Leroy punches a few quick commands into the Biscuits computer
and loads his final projectiles. The Biscuit�s single low powered TL begins
to take ineffective shots at the Atypical_Malfunction who�s own weapons
quickly track the funny ship. Then a HVTC fires a oblong spheroid, then
the 2nd HVTC fires a second spheroid. The first splits mid trajectory into
4 objects that strike the hull and explode in huge fireballs doing little
damage to the Malfunction but blinding it�s sensors as the 2nd spheroid
penetrates the hull at the landing bay and comes to a halt. From inside
that spheroid Leroy bursts out, no longer dressed in his simple garment
he now wears a armored suit made from Lousenite self-healing armor. Ignoring
the spot where the purple dinosaur met its end Leroy quick boards the Vulcan
ship. Darva and the Vulcan don�t even have time to be surprised by the
appearance of the ugly alien in insectiod armor. Without a moments hesitation
Leroy launches a couple �New York Islanders� hocky pucks braining both
Darva and the Vulcan. A moment later two unconscious forms drop to the
deck as Leroy unveils his final surprises of the night. Two metal spheres,
each the size of a mans fist also drop to the deck they roll to the hangar
doors and stop. Sensing trouble crewman of the Atypical_Malfunction drag
their leader and the Vulcan to safety just as the two small charges detonate
breaching the hull, immediately explosive decompression blasts the Vulcan
ship into space, it takes Leroy only a moment to orientate before there
is a flash of blue and the ship goes to warp...
Leroy
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 06:37:53 (MDT)
"This
is an automated recording. Greetings from the Vulcan Academy of Sciences.
We come in peVVVVZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzttttttt......." *A pair of Gunboats
had hypered in on either side of the very annoying probe, and promptly
blasted it with ion canons. Then, taking hold of it with their tractor
beams, they pull from opposite directions...and ripped it apart. The collected
pieces were delivered to a technical team onboard an engineering shuttle
for study. With the pest removed, the most severely damaged members of
the fleet makes a final hyperjump to their nearest friendly port for resupply
and refit. The rest have a different destination...
The Emperor
<Pests WILL be Swatted.>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 03:51:08 (MDT)
*The Emperor recalls his narrow escape from the Fist; that when
it had engaged the Reluctant, he was supremely confident his well trained
crew could easily handle the situation. He recalls walking towards the
hangar gun control station in order to tell the crew there to vaporize
a certain recently escaped tank and it's lethal passenger. How when the
explosion within his ship occured, the heavy armor of the hangar gunnery
station and innumerable bulkheads in between had saved him. Confident still
of his command crew and the multiple redundant systems onboard an Imperial
SSD, he had tried to contact the bridge. But the communication lines between
the hangar and the bridge were cut. So, getting into a nearby Tie Defender
to use it's hyperwave, he had reached the comm officer when his ship started
keeling over. Not being *completely* senile, quick thinking and an emergency
launch had saved his life for the second time in minutes. Then, riding
out the blast wave in the shadow of a very strange looking dreadnought
while cloaked from its attention by the Psionic Stupidity Field, he had
planned to make the best of the situation. Now, having taken control of
the SSD_Insufficiently_Reluctant, he...* "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO THE
POWER!?!?" *The Bridge crew, their minds clouded, hears and sees their
admiral instead of the Emperor. So, when he orders a battalion of stormtroopers
and some technicians to locate the problem and fix it, it is carried out
immediately. 'Hmm.. Her officers may be idiots, but the discipline on board
this ship is unmatched... Letting his mind spread to encompass the entire
vessel; Ahh.. they are still on board. I guess attempting to flush a fellow
force-user out to space is silly.. She'd have easily more than enough power
to block the entire hangar entrance using the force alone. Well, no matter.
The pests will be dealt with the way pests should be...' *Activates the
backup power to the security board and floods the entire detention and
disposal levels with knockout gas.
The Emperor
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 10:31:53 (MDT)
*The Dark Pea slides to the side of the Blue Pea and the Field Marshal
takes a shuttle to meet his House Woodlouse counterpart...*
Field
Marshal Xanarious
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 10:40:40 (MDT)
*An officer on the Blue Pea reports "Sir, the Xanarious Field Marshal
is in the docking bay."* OK, tell him to make his way toward the conference
chamber where we can talk. *"Ay Sir" Field Marshal Woodlouse makes his
way toward the conference chamber, when he enters he finds the Xanarious
Field Marshal with honour guard* Ah, hello... "friend"... *The Xanarious
scowls "Dont take that tone of voice, infidel! The Xanarious can easily
overpower your puny House!"* I dont think so, you might be able to overpower
our one House, but I dont think you could take on the combined might of
the Kingdom! *"Well...we shall see, we shall see..."* What do you want
anyway?! *"Actually I am here on behalf of His Grace the Duke Zinnithi
Xanarious, he wishes to make our alliance formal... for now."* Well, I
suppose, but only in respect to the current conflict, out of this war we
are enemys and shall remain so until you are finaly broken before the Kingdom!
*"Yes yes, we take the same view, as soon as this war is over we shall
continue to plot the resurection of the Kingdom under OUR rule!"* Indeed,
well, lets sign this thing and have done with it shall we.... *The two
Field Marshals sign the document and place their seal apon the declaration*
Anyway, to the destruction of the Emperor! *"On that we can agree infidel!"
the two toast the declaration with some Diet Coke and make their way back
to their respective bridges*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse <<-----
The Harkov Defection theme from TIE Fighter....>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 11:03:55 (MDT)
Jades, using the anti-gas Jedi trick a la TPM, leads the way out,
using her force-enhanced memory to recall the layout of the vessel. Opening
a generic door in the wall, Jadesfire slips inside and presses a button
to summon a cargo lift. Once inside, she presses two of the buttons at
once and the lift skims to a stop someplace between levels. The door opens,
and reveals a maintenance crawlshaft, which in turn leads to a room with
many computer terminals and a 20-something guy playing Starcraft. Jadesfire
frowns "Mech, we've got trouble....oh, I haven't introduced you two...TDK,
meet Deux ex Machina, Mech, meet TDK. We need your help..."
<...you
are in a maze of twisty little passageways, all alike.....>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 12:02:53 (MDT)
Knockout gas won't have any effect on an "undead" character... non-living
things do not breathe.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 13:02:35 (MDT)
Warning! Contact with mothership lost! Beginning search...
Vulcan
remote probe #15 <[email protected]>
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 14:33:49 (MDT)
*Communicating psionically* Yes..... I see. Outlyer Base? So it
moved into this area for the duration. Complete restructuring? Uh huh.
Okay then.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Saturday,
August 14, 1999 at 14:34:15 (MDT)
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