- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 14:43:08 (MDT)
Time passed... The Far Star and it's two occupants were ready for
their mission, as was Infinitech. Only the implementation of the plan was
neccessary, and that had to await an event. The experimental crossover
device was entirely dependent on the spatial flux field generated by a
Lurker ship's transition into Lurkerspace. Silently, they waited, until
finally... 'Infinity base to Far Star, we've got a Lurker ship on the viewer.
It might be about to go into Transition. Remember the mission, gain all
the technology you can, then get back here, don't get involved more than
you have to', 'Of course we know that', thought Elisia, though she didn't
say it out loud. Of course they had to make sure Elisia and Mel knew that,
even if it seemed like the pair were a couple of hotshot rookies instead
of the premier R&D duo working for Infinity Tech. While they didn't
do much exploratory work, this was necessary, as no one but these two could
manipulate the fabric of space time with such finesse, and any more people
would risk contamination. No, they would be successful. While their ship
wouldn't be the biggest or the fastest thing where they were going, it
had a few surprises, and, thought Elisia with some pride, quite frankly,
so do we... Her thoughts were inturrupted as another message from Infinitech
patched through 'The Lurker ship is about to Transition. We're cutting
contact now, the crossover is immenent. Infinity out.' 'Mel, you ready?'
Elisia called. Of course he would be, but it was conforting to ask. 'As
much as I can be, I suppose. I'm plugging into the system now... Ready.'
Meanwhile, the Lurker ship in a faraway universe transited, and with that,
so did the Far Star. There was a flash of light, which seemed to turn in
upon itself, and then it was gone...
Infinitech
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 14:46:24 (MDT)
Ahhh... At last. Helm, pull us out of these ventral sacks and open
a channel to someone, and inform them we have the bloodwine and they can
start the party.
TDK
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 15:15:07 (MDT)
Elisia awoke, freezing. Obviously, the life support systems didn't
kick in quite as immediately as they were supposed to have, but no matter,
at least they kicked in at all. Through chattering teeth, she asked 'Status!'
The voice of Mel emanated from the ship's speaker system, implying that
1) he was still connected to the system and 2) that they both still functioned.
'Elisia, the transition was a little more difficult than anticipated. Going
over the data, it seems that the crossover refits on the Klingon vessel
we hitched on were... inefficient. It was a rough ride, but all systems
are nominal, or rather, will be, once the zero point energy matrix collects
enough vacuum energy. As you can tell, life support is recovering. We were
without power for approximately 32 cycles, so some of our interior heat
leaked out, but rest assured, all is well.' Upset by the miscalculation
involved in the jump, she went on to the next point of inquiry 'Are the
sensors operational? Can you determine our position?' 'Yes,' came the reply
'We are currently in the Kuiper belt of the Sol system. We were placed
in a random position withing the entrance sphere, as the calculations predicted.
Once I had engine control, I Jumped us to the Sol system, the area where
most of the recent activity has been centered. Hiding in the Kuiper belt,
I've entered the ship into Stealth mode. Right now, we are simply observing,
looking for a likely group to initiate First Contact.' It was disturbing
sometimes the way a person, human or android, would begin to slip into
the first person plural when in interface. While extensive studies indicated
the computers as non sentient, it didn't always seem like the studies were
wholly correct... Still, many of the inhabitants seem to be congregating
on the third planet, in celebration of the defeat of the parasitic infection
that had recently threatened life here. Perhaps... 'Mel, how are the engines?'
'Ready to go. As long as you don't plan on moving too quickly, we can be
fully recharged withing the day.' 'Excellent. Move us out, then, full sublight,
toward the third planet, the one called 'Earth.' It's time to introduce
ourselves...'
Bonzo
the fifth <[email protected]>
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 15:15:35 (MDT)
*Lord Xanarious enters into the deep super secret Xanarious stronghold,
limp woodlouse bodys hang from the wall and in the corner stands a frozen
woodlouse figure, Lord Xanarious strides up to it...* Ah, my old friend,
the old Duke of the Frin-Cae! *the Xanarious laughs, stops suddenly and
glares at the still figure* Now you are replaced! Now we have a clone of
you that worships us as gods! HA! And you once thought you could keep the
glory of the Xanarious doctrine down for eternity, look at you now! You
where always weak, just like the other woodlice who followed you, a new
epoch is apon us and soon it shall sweep across the galaxy like a firestorm!
*a look of distain spreads across the woodlouse's face and he spits at
the frozen figure and strides away to work on the re birth of the Xanarious
doctrine*
Lord Xanarious
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 15:22:27 (MDT)
Now on the bridge of the new Vulcan ship, officially named the USS
Renegade, Duker transfers his flag here and keeps the Instigator for infiltration
missions. Duker: �Bring the viewer up so we can see these Vulcan police
ships.� Little foot: �Yes Sir.� Fumbling around with these new controls
Little foot finally figures out what to do. �Image up, Commander.� Duker:
�Only six?� *Over the loud speaker* �This is the Vulcan police, lower your
shields and give us back the ship or we will open fire.� Duker: Laughs
to himself. �Ha ha ha ha ha, yeah whatever. Turn off the speaker. Tactical,
let�s see what this baby can do.� Lieutenant Deadeye: �All six ships targeted,
Sir.� Duker: �Fire!� From outside the ship one would say they were seeing
a laser light show, but in reality each ship was hit by three powerful
phaser arrays and were destroyed instantly. �Now that that is taken care
of, set a course for Earth and let�s show off this bad boy to the rest
of the EDA and have some of TDK�s bloodwine. I�m thirsty��
Commander
Duker <One bad Mo-Fo>
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 16:10:25 (MDT)
*Dark Commie (again being held by the throat): "One question for
you TDK. Who is this 'Jadesfire' character?"* I ask the questions around
here! Why do you want to know? *"She invaded my mind, and for that she
must die."* Sorry, to break it to you but you're a little late for that.
She's already dead. *Darva overhears this, but despite knowing the truth
remains silent. After all, too many people wanted her dead as it was.*
TDK
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 18:49:36 (MDT)
*Cyborg Stan wanders back into the bar for some more information.
Looking about carefully, he selects one promising pirate and approaches
him.* Cyborg Stan : (voice disguised by equipment of course) Myhlaf Hopm.
Blarg. Pirate : (slightly taken back) Yuua G'ppp? Cyborg Stan : G'zG! *Bur-URP!*
Pirate : Who are you and what do you want? Cyborg Stan : My name is no
bother to you. I just need to speak with your superiors. Pirate : How do
I know of your intentions? Cyborg Stan : (crossing fingers) As you can
see, I am a Garwaw-Flup Flup. We do not lie. Pirate : Hard to tell under
all those robes. Take them off. Cyborg Stan : Alas, that is forbidden.
Pirate : Then you're stuck, aren't ja? Cyborg Stan : No.... I have heard
of a test to prove myself..... Pirate : (grinning) Heh heh heh... yes....
there is.... the TEST.....
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 22:14:52 (MDT)