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*After much searching through the online database of Interpol, (delayed
greatly when the searchers 'stumbled' into the plaboy website..) the Drakelord
sends back a slim dossier of several dozen potential matches to Outlyer
Base for relay. Mostly smugglers, pirates, con men and other assorted lowlife.*
Anonymous
Cyborg
- Sunday,
August 29, 1999 at 02:03:39 (MDT)
*To screen* I thought so. Ask to see if any other EDA members would
have any idea about this. This is a bit more serious than I thought.....
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Sunday,
August 29, 1999 at 02:09:57 (MDT)
...He sighs as he's lead to the bridge of the BoP, looking around,
trying to figure out how big a task it's going to be to remove all traces
of this little trip to Lurkerspace, and the sight of the fighters from
the ship. Once he's on the bridge, he tells TDK they need to speak privately.
In another room, Darva quickly outlines what happened, and that EVERYONE
on board must either A. Sign a secrecy oath, or B. Submit to a memory wipe
covering the entirety of the battle, this includes the myraid computers...
I would suggest you pick one of those, as there is a C, but it would involve
lots of boredom for both of us, and much more for you, since you can't
die of old age........
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Sunday,
August 29, 1999 at 02:38:32 (MDT)
*After returning from another speach to the Royal Council the Duke
of the Frin-Cae, and King of the Woodlouseian Kingdom sits down in his
private chamber. Then, from a secret door in the wall, comes a jet black
woodlouse... "Ah, my little pet, how does the Council like your new ideas?"*
They are divided my master, some want to take you back among them, others....
do not *the jet black woodlouse stares for a while and says "Who does not
agree?"* House's Woodlouse and Zahh'Nothi lead the desent my master, they
have gained a large following among the minor Houses and have apealed to
the House Frin-Cae many times *"Hmmm, as expected, our old foes... and
my little pet, remember what you are among them, tell me!"* I'm the Duke
of the Frin-Cae, my master *"Good, remember that, and remember that we
are your only true friends, and your only masters"* Yes my master, as it
always has been and always well be my master! *"Good, you remember that
and things will be just fine..." the jet black woodlouse slips back into
his secret passage and closes the wall-door*
Chief
Frin-Cae
- Sunday,
August 29, 1999 at 18:23:38 (MDT)
*Suddenly out of no where 150 Xanarious cruisers appear with the
Dark Pea leading the way toward Earth, but instead of opening fire they
send welcoming hails to the planet below and begin to land peacefully in
sections prepared for them in the underground base...* Ah, so we return
to Xanarious Prime at last!
Field
Marshal Xanarious <THE XANARIOUS
RETURN!>
- Sunday,
August 29, 1999 at 19:26:09 (MDT)
Once Duker overcame the trauma of discovering his Persian Rug having
a burn mark on it, he replicates a mug of coffee. He sits down in his chair
and starts to sip it gingerly. Just when he was starting to become relaxed,
a loud beep started to emanate from tactical. Duker: � Oh what now???!!�
Deadeye: �Sir, there is an unidentified craft approaching our area at a
very fast speed. It seems to be of Vulcan make, but I have never seen anything
like it.� Duker: �Now she decides to show up. Open a hailing frequency.
� �Ready.� This is the USS Instigator, please identify yourself.� Screwloose:
�Hello Commander, sorry I�m a little late, but I seem to have had some
problems. The Vulcan battleship drops out of warp, it quickly makes the
rest of the EDA in the area drop whatever else they were doing to awe at
the ship that just entered their space Duker: � Helm, doc with the Vulcan
ship. Screwloose lower your shields so we can come aboard.� �Yes Sir� .
As soon as the Instigator docs with the Vulcan ship, six Vulcan police
ships drop out of warp and surround the Instigator and the Renegade. Duker:
�Oh bloody hell.�
Duker
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 08:19:42 (MDT)
Well, Darva, I'll take the secrecy oath. I'll let Scorpion decide
for himself. You probably need to wipe Dark Commie's memory, and the rest
of the crew, shouldn't be too difficult to wipe the memory from them seeing
as how they're machines.
TDK
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 11:03:40 (MDT)
But either way, let's get back to everyone else. We're probably
missing the biggest party this gallaxy has ever seen.
TDK
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 11:04:30 (MDT)
...Darva pulls out a recording device, and a pad. He hands the pad
to TDK... Read it, then tell it you accept. We can't leave until this has
been dealt with. ..Frowns slightly, then wanders off in search of Scorpion.
When he finds him, Darva pulls a little gizmo out of his pocket, walks
up to him, and begins to make conversation with him about what had just
happened. As the conversation calls up the relevant memories, the device
locked onto their neural patterns, and wiped them from his mind. After
roughly 20 minutes, Darva is satsified that he got all of the various memories,
and wanders off looking for Dark Commie, to give him his Secrecy Oath...
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 11:23:38 (MDT)
Preliminary scans of universe 44977-B indicate adequate compatibility
with Prime's physical and hyperspatial laws, facilitating interface. As
of yet, penetration to another reality has proven impossible, however,
an intriguing development in the '77B universe could perhaps hold the key
[See attached documents for data on 'Lurkerspace', physical transfer and
dimensional tensor permeability stress sections] In theory, an Infinitech
vessel, equipped with a Quantum Transilience engine, could lock onto a
transfer and 'piggyback' into the '77B universe. A two person crew will
venture into the universe, interact with the denizens, and return after
a to be determined time period using the same method. Transfer will commence
in two days...
Probability
axis scanning log, universe 44977-B
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 13:40:43 (MDT)
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