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Dropping from Warp 5 light-hours from the stolen ship, Vulcan remote
probe #5 began a detailed scan. Ship apparantly intact and functional.
2 lifesigns, one definately human, the other...? The probe checked through
its databases, found no match, and made a more detailed scan. Then reported
its findings back to its master. Sitting in the lifepod near Earth, the
Vulcan tapped out some commands on his tricorder.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
August 18, 1999 at 14:42:47 (MDT)
*Transmission*
Cyborg Stan : Okay, so are the defenses back up? Officer : Yes. The research
facility has patched itself into the hole. Production has starting again
on the fighters and defense turrets. With the last battle, the prototypes
space superoity fighters are fully tested. They are now called Terror Birds.
Cyborg Stan : And the ship? Officer : The Bahamut Zero Cannon is being
modified, after our little 'field test'. Most of the remains of the _Slicer_
are being used to power it now, as well as half of the old _Halberd_'s
reactors. Cyborg Stan : How is the ship supposed to run? Officer : We decided
it would be best to upgrade the entire framework, almost from ground up.
We have also come up with some new armoring techniques from analyzing the
lousinite retrieved. Cyborg Stan : Okay then. Keep me informed...
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Wednesday,
August 18, 1999 at 15:18:34 (MDT)
*Meanwhile, in near-Neptune space...* Autonomous Remote Probe #1001011
- "Class 5 Arbeiter, this is Temporal Police Probe #75, who is your master
and what is your current purpose?" Spider #1.45x10^7 - "TPP-75, I am assigned
to Master TDK of the Earth Defense Alliance, currently engaged in reassembly
of his ship." TPP-75 - "Why was it disassembled? Why are you reassembling
it? And who was your creator?" Spider #1.45x10^7 - "It was destroyed during
the assault against the invading forces of the Galactic Emperor. We have
been salvaging the abundant scrap of destroyed Empire vessels about this
area in order to rebuild a ship suitable for Master TDK. Our in-system
cousins report he is still whole and functional, and had treated them kindly.
Hence, though under no orders to do so, we wish to give him the present
of a new ship. Our creator was Professor Zapper of the Temporal Anthropology
Research Institute." TPP-75 - "Was. He is no longer functional?" Spider
#1.45x10^7 - "His ship was within the lethal zone of an artificially induced
planetary nova. We have lost and been unable to regain contact and are
currently operating under the assumption of his premature catastrophic
disassembly." *The probe, mulling this over and relaying the information
back to its master aboard the Magistrate ships, receives no further instructions.
The situation having exceeded it's programming, it can only reply:* "Very
well, carry on." *The spider, one of many thousands, go about their business.
Having gained access to the late Voy's database early on, they had realized
that their Master is/was a member of the Klingon species. With the abundant
data provided by the late Voy's computer now in distributed form throughout
the spider-net, they decided on an ambitious project. Now, a month after
the Voyager was destroyed, the fruit of their labours have been nearly
completed. Now, hearing news from their in-system brethren that their kindly
Master TDK (now hailed by the spiders as Friend To Class 5) is in need
of transportation, they hurry to provide it. With a surge of energy (and
8 million crossed spider fingers) a brand new Klingon Bird of Prey (oddly
enough cobbled together out of Imp spare parts) heads for Venus orbit at
Warp 5. The spiders croon happily as they rush about finishing up the interior
of the vessel. Master TDK will be *soooo* surprised....
Narrator
<A Matter of Pride
And Friendship>
- Wednesday,
August 18, 1999 at 18:51:29 (MDT)
VIOLATION OF SECURITY PROTOCALLS REGISTERED IN SECTOR
890, ANALYSIS: ALIEN VESSEL NOT IN LINE WITH D.O.W.A. REGULATIONS. CONCLUSION:
MUST ELIMINATE TECHNOLOGY BREACH, DEACTIVATING ALL ARMOUR SYSTEMS.... SYSTEMS
OFFLINE.... DEACTIVATING CONNECTION FLUID.... CONNECTION FLUID OFFLINE.
Louseanite
Armour
- Wednesday,
August 18, 1999 at 18:32:16 (MDT)
*Leroy, active scanning detected emanating from 8 light-hour range
in the direction of Sol. The Vulcan ship's computer, now sounding suspiciously
like that of Cindy Crawford, informs its new master of the Vulcan probe's
presence. Leroy, busy tinkering with some hardware, absentmindedly utters
a long string of code, verbally writing a program to the computer on the
spot. In moments, the probe, designed to be under the command of the Vulcan
ship at any rate, has been compromised. Thereafter, it will continue reporting
the Vulcan ship, now rechristened the Jolly Roger, to be heading at high
warp towards the galactic center. Being dumb in its own way, it henceforth
proceeds to follow this piece of programming fiction and heads for the
galactic center as well. Leroy, knowing that his current position is no
longer secure, dumps the trash and warps away at a tangental direction.
Once he is beyond scanning range of his previous position, he activates
the newly patched together Panchik QWF drive, and the Jolly Roger dissapears
in a rainbow of colors. Far behind, cooling rapidly in deep space, were
the stiff, dead bodies of a few Vulcan technicians, and one equally dead
not-quite-human body formerly known as Wesley Crusher.*
Leroy
<I Christen Thee The
Jolly Roger>
- Wednesday,
August 18, 1999 at 21:55:33 (MDT)
*With the battle seemingly over the Field Marshal declares that
the dead should be honoured, the crews form a line near visual displays
on board their ships and as they pass the hulking wreaks of fallen cruisers
they salute and the ships fire their cannons upward in respect to the heros
who defended the homeworld. The Field Marshal says a few words to mark
the occation* Today we celebrate a great victory, we have defended against
a stronger and evil foe and have protected the planet that is held most
dear to all of us, with our allies Admiral Jadesfire, mistress of the Sith,
Stanley of the CyKoLaJx, Inc, Savannah of, that ship over there *points
at the Interdictor on the viewing screen* and TDK of, erm... Undead Klingons...
we have crushed all oposition. But also today is a day of sadness, because
today is also the day we recognise the deaths of the many woodlice who
died to achive this aim, they are heros who shall not be forgotton, and
they will live on in our hearts and minds, we must remember never to forget
what they died for and we must always be ready to defend the homeworld
and, if necisary, die for it. *Field Marshal Woodlouse salutes and all
through the fleet the crews salute back with a grim look on their faces*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Thursday,
August 19, 1999 at 08:12:33 (MDT)
*Typing on the padd* If I had tear ducts, I would be crying.
TDK
- Thursday,
August 19, 1999 at 13:24:57 (MDT)
Processing *beep* No, no shuttles, but we have something almost
as good....*right on cue Bird of Prey drops out of warp*
<Orange
Spider>
- Thursday,
August 19, 1999 at 15:05:09 (MDT)
Jadesfire watches as Deux ex Machina fiddles with spider innards
under a microscope. "So, Mech, what have you learned?"" I seem to have
the basic rules of time-dilation down from reverse-engineering these..."
"Shouldn't that be impossible?" "I'm a plot device, ma'am, I'm not constrained
by the iron bonds of plausability, but cut through them with the corrosive
acid of..." "Get to the point already." "Ah, well, Admiral, I've found
a way to construct a field of differing temporal speed around these _marvelous_
spiders" "Ah, so you can hasten our newest project?" "Relatively speaking,
yes. However, I'd like to do some more work with these...I might be able
to construct a time-travel machine, that, while it should be impossible,
has shown itself in prac-" "Mech, shut up or I'll show you some slides
from my vacation on Bothuwai." "Shutting up, ma'am" As Jadesfire stalked
out of the room, Mech blinked and passed his hand over his eyes. He could
have sworn for a moment there the Admiral was growing horns.....
- Thursday,
August 19, 1999 at 15:32:13 (MDT)
*Still typing...* You guys built this? Wow. *Pauses for a moment*
Well, what're you waiting for? Beam us up.
TDK
- Thursday,
August 19, 1999 at 15:47:30 (MDT)
Honestly Gamer please take it to the main, your just messing up
the story. We do know what is going on, otherwise it wouldent have been
going on for over two weeks...
Lord_Woodlouse
- Thursday,
August 19, 1999 at 16:37:51 (MDT)
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