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Hahahaha!! Yes! Even lurkers cannot escape my wrath! I swiched the name's in Darva's last post! I switched Dark Commie and Scorpion. ...Someone taps the Typo Demon on the shoulder, and says in a hushed voice... If you're trying to bother them, wouldn't it be better if you didn't tell them when you changed things? ...The demon looks stricken.... Oh, duh, D'OH!
The Typo Demon <Evil Incarnate....>
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 13:52:33 (MDT) 
The Infinity vessel 'Far Star' prepared for departure, it's gravitically powered engines and zero point energy core being optimized to function within 44977-B's specific spatial and hyperspatial environment. Consequently, the ship was shut down, excluding a portable life support unit that would, in all likelihood, cease functioning once the crossover was made, but then, the Far Star's own life support system would kick in, and no one would be inconvenienced. There were two occupants aboard the state of the art vessel, one humanoid, the other not. The humanoid was female, with dark skin, jet black hair, and the facial features normally associated with one of the Amalgamated species, with no one heritage dominant. On both hands were laced the intricate cybernetic interfaces she would use to access the ship's functions. Standing beside her on the tiny ship's bridge was a god, or rather, if he were placed incongruously in a primitive culture, he would be mistaken for one. A bright silver finish covered his entire body. There was no reason for it, really, except perhaps vanity, if a morphogenic android could be said to possess such a base emotion. His function would be to guide the Far Star through the transuniversal void, assuming such navigation was necessary or even possible. In his mind reeled millions of computations attempting to extrapolate every possible contingency. Of course, as any sentient being in the Omniverse knows, there's no accounting for everything...

Infinitech Dramatic Narration Log
- Monday, August 30, 1999 at 14:28:41 (MDT) 
Cicilia Doef'Rini watched her two assistants, Chit and Farrore, sort the intelligence information from the vast Doef'Rini network. A shadowy visitor lurked behind her... and she ignored it, knowing it was mostly harmless, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it anyway. Frowning, she pondered the Xanarious dilemma...the Doef'Rini had characteristically abstained from the vote, but she was sure something was awry....Addressing Chit, in charge or Internal Affairs, she asked his opinion on the matter. The woodlouse flashed her a dirty look "What kind of question is that? Of course they're up to something...." Tapping a few keys on his viewscreen, he frowns. "Xanarious big-carapaces seem to be spending a fair amount of time in private meetings with Duke Frin-Cae...and that's only the meetings we know about." Cicilia blinked. "What? I thought I asked you to watch the Duke more closely...you haven't been able to get a transcript of _any_ of the meetings?" "No, ma'am....he seems to be as suspicious as one of us nowadays." "Hmmm.....The Frin-Cae voting to accept the Xanarious was anomalous, but this stinks of a conspiracy.....Farrore, I want you on this too. Any other news, Chit?" "Uh, the Chief's feeling insecure again......" Cicilia rolled her eyes. "Schedule another parade then so he can wave at people and feel important. Anything else?" Chit grinned...he was saving this up for last. Leering in an insectoid fashion, he cued a clip from the Bridge surveillance of the Blue Pea.....

- 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) 
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