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The Woodlouse patrol ship tows the derelict Vulcan vessel to a safe landing on a deserted Pacific island, not far from where it would have impacted had they not intervened. Upon landing, a small force of Woodlouse Marines are sent to investigate. Approaching the vessel with great caution, they hit the dirt when surprised by a ripple of gunshot-like explosions. Peering cautiously over a fallen log, the squad leader squits through a pair of binoculars and note that the 'shots' were actually emergency explosive release bolts, blasting the cargo bay doors free. Moments later, a dark gray egg 10 meters in diameter attached to a rectangular base by a Vulcan stasis field teeters over the edge.. and crashes down onto the sand. Invisibly small from that distance, a pair of tiny chrome spiders hop out and scuttle over to a small control pad on the side of the stasis field generator, and deactivate it. With a flicker, the field collapses, exposing the egg to full atmosphere. For a heartbeat, two, nothing happened. Then, suddenly errupting in smoke, the dark gray egg-shell disintegrates into fine black ash. The interior, seemingly half-filled with mercury, spills out into a quicksilver puddle and slowly seeps into the sand. The Woodlouse squad leader, observing these events with binoculars, increases magnification and sees what seems to be one remaining object on top of the deactivated stasis field generator platform. A flattened slab of glassy black volcanic rock. It moves. Pushing from one end, they tip it over the edge of the platform, into the mercury-impregnated sand, where it seems to have been swallowed up. Later, as the squad approaches cautiously, and investigates the site, all traces of the strange events just prior seem to have vanished. Only the stasis generator platform jutting out of the sand. Inside the ship.. the marines discover the bloody remains splattered on the inner walls... and report that Zapper may still be alive, and has perhaps become homocidal, and guilty of murdering a member of the Vulcan species.
Narrator <Circumstancial Evidence>
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 01:36:22 (MDT) 
After thinking it over, Duker decides it would be a good idea to report to Earth so he can be debriefed on what all has been going on since he left for vacation on the moon of Vigil 7, a small planet in the small system of Vigonia which is unknown to many people. Duker contacts his crew and orders them back to the ship. After the last crew member is transported aboard, Duker leaves Outlyer and charts a course to Earth at warp 7. After clearing the base, the USS Instigator enters warp and is out of site of the base. While in warp Duker feels it best to cloak untill he is in orbit of Earth.
Duker
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 02:21:53 (MDT) 
At Cape Canaveral, the Mayor of New York watches as the large black special-delivery Titan III rocket thunders into the sky. Beside him, the UPS representative is having a conversation with the N.Y. Governor. UPS - "Yes, I believe all is in order. This so-called 'Admiral Jadesfire' should receive her court summons and the 12 mile printout of violations plus the trillion dollar fine in a few months. The fine is compounded by interest of course.." Governor - "Excellent. As per agreement, your fee will be double the going rate per mile, plus interest, to be paid when we have settled the case with Ms. Jadesfire. We can't just have any busybody doing illegal double parking of 11 mile starships just anywhere.. Sets a bad example." *And so, as the rocket raches orbit, it jetisons the first stage, then proceeds on its months long journey to serve Jadesfire her court summons. Printed in white stylized script on the side of the black rocket were the letters 'U.P.S.'..
Narrator
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 10:35:26 (MDT) 
Opening a channel to the moon, the Khre'Riov starts in surprise as Jadesfire appears on the screen, a pale-green nightmare. A look of disgust crosses her face momentarily, and then she schools her expression. "Aefvadh, Seth Alius" "Aefvadh, Seth Erisai. I presume you can still speak Basic?" at the not, Jadesfire smiles thinly. "What brings you to this desolate system? Have you finally worked up the guts to attempt to rise up and slay me, kllhe?" At the flash of unconcealed anger, the grin becomes wider. "You're welcome to try...." "Rha-rh'e, sseikae? Hwiiy hrrau Eirhiss v'Ghalai. Urru hehorael."Slipping back into Basic, she smiles humorlessly. "Then we will fight."

- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 10:42:49 (MDT) 

With multiple flashes of bright light, 3 units of the Noid Temporal Police Search and Retrieve craft materialize in Mimas orbit. Broadcasting on all channels, they dutifully and respectfully request Admiral Jadesfire to turn over any relevant information pertaining to the fugitive named 'Zapper', wanted for temporal interference. Fist sized police probes begin buzzing about her ship like a swarm of bees. The same scene is simultaneously occuring in many other areas in Sol system, with Magistrate craft serving the 'request' to Savannah's interdictor and Darva's dreadnought. A police egg materializes too close to the Blue Pea in atmosphere, and the automated defenses activate, firing a salvo. The 30 meter Magistrate sphere explodes... into a swarm of fist sized police drones that immediately plug up the guns. Emerging from the center of said explosion, a partially blackened 10 meter Magistrate egg sends apologies, and forwards the same request for information.
Magistrates
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 19:07:23 (MDT) 
*Talks to chrome spiders* Right you lot, I want you to hide from the viewing screen got that? *the spiders nod and hide under peoples chairs, hats or in their cups of tea* Right then, open a channel to that Noid... thing *The channel pops up* I'm sorry we dont know anything about said being or these supposed spider things... *"What spider things?"* The spider things you where going to ask about... *"No I wasent, I was going to ask for information"* Ah, well, we have neither bye... *"Hang on, what are those legs hanging from your peoples hats?"* Thats, erm... the latest fashion! *"I see, and why are some spider looking things falling from the hats?"* Hmm, carelessness I suppose, you cant get good stylists these days... *"I can see them walking toward peoples chairs!"* No no no! They are also entertainment models, they arnt intelligent in any way! *a set of spiders start kicking the side of the Field Marshals face* Little buggers! Stop it! *"Why are they kicking your face?"* POOR DESIGN! Bloody well POOR design! Thats what! *the Field Marshal stares at the spiders who suddenly realise its time to hide* Well as you can see, nothing out of the ordinary here! *Before the Noid can respond the Field Marshal cuts the communication* Well... *the Field Marshal says turning to his crew* I think that went jolly well, dont you? *The crew have they hands spread accross their face in despair*
Field Marshal Woodlouse
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 19:25:06 (MDT) 
*responding to the Noids* Haven't seen him. Sorry, and goodbye! *shuts off the comm*
Savannah
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 20:06:03 (MDT) 
*Stopping off briefly at Outlyer Base, Cyborg Stan is caught slightly off-guard at the 'repair' job on the Drakelord, but none-the-less pleased. He then aquired a beat-up shuttle, a deep robe, as well as breathing equipment. An old wooden staff his held in his hand and a blaster under the robes. After getting some more equipment, he heads back out to his objective....*
Cyborg Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Sunday, August 22, 1999 at 22:52:58 (MDT) 
...When the Noid temporal police open a channel to Darva's "Dreadnaught" they find him standing alone on the bridge. His form is wavery and out of shape, as hard to detect visually as their scanners are finding the hull of his ship to be. To them, the ship reads as absolutely nothing more than a hollow bulk, as if there were nothing inside in the slightest. His distorted eyebrows raise at their request, and he chuckles, knowing that since this isn't the same ship he left in there are no spiders to give him away as he politely tells them he knows nothing of Zapper, nor has he ever heard that name when not referring to a peripheral to a nintendo game system. After he gets rid of the egg, he sits back in his chair on the bridge, looking down at one of the scanners bright blips show the location of all the Lurker enhanced technology in the area. He curses softly under his breath as he notes the location of the peices of his prior ship, realizing that whatever the thing that attacked him was, it must have already ditched the Vulcans ship. Either way, he needs to recover the parts of his hull. Quickly he punches in a course for earth, and his ship fades into Lurkerspace...
Darva (Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 00:01:25 (MDT) 
...The occupants of the real Atypical_Malfunction find themselves to have a sudden problem with little chrome pests, in addition to all the problems they're having with trying to find their way home in the first place...
Elsewhere...
- Monday, August 23, 1999 at 00:04:08 (MDT) 
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