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*Five hours and 10 kegs of beer later* Cyborg Stan : (to himself)
Thank god for nanites. That was enough to kill a shipful of Ur-Quan. *Taking
the map out of the loser's pocket and taking care to steal all his money,
Cyborg Stan makes his way using the map. After way too many twists and
turns like that of a particle described in Brownian motion (I think that's
the term for it.), Cyborg Stan reaches a dark alleyway wall. According
to the map, he must go through it. Cautiously extending his mechinal hand,
he touches it. Pushing harder, he stumbles through... into an even bigger
wall. Scaling up, he finally reaches the top and sees.....* Voice from
behind : Well, well. Looks like you're finally here. Put your hands up...
ALL of them, Cyborg. *......a psi nullifer. Don't see too many of those....*
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Monday,
August 30, 1999 at 22:22:48 (MDT)
"What the hell?!? Gasolene doesn't just get up and walk away, Sive.
Somebody drained our tanks!" Walking up to the sputtering geologist, Sive
gives the nearest fuel can a kick, getting a hollow clang in response.
Yes, it's empty alright.. Now they were stranded on an island in the middle
of the Pacific with no fuel for the generator, and none for the fishing
boat. 'How romantic' she thought. If only it was with someone else other
than a wimpy whining rockhound slave of Exxon.. "Nat, maybe the fishermen
just hid it so that they could charge more?" "Don't be ridiculous, what,
they're going to paddle us 500 miles to the mainland?" With the approaching
darkness, the fishermen had lit a large bonfire. The bickering pair slowly
made their way through the sandy beach towards the roaring yellow light.
Far behind, hidden in the descending gloom, an empty oil can begins to
move off across the sand....
Zapper
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 04:35:44 (MDT)
After everybody oohed and ahhed over Duker's new ship and complememted
him on his excelent abilities to steal ships, ego getting larger, Duker
joins the party over the death of Jadesfire. Duker: "Where the hell is
TDK and the bloodwine!? I wan to get drunk!!!"
Duker
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 10:34:05 (MDT)
*A huge wind storm suddenly forms out of nowhere just as Duker finishes
talking. The winds die down after about thirty seconds and tow more patches
of grass are flattened as the ghaytanHa' lands and decloaks. The entry
ramp lowers and everyone can hear a loud shout "Coming through!" The crowd
parts as several very large barrels roll down the ramp and onto the grassy
field surrounding the Lounge. TDK rushes down after the last on carrying
a crowbar, followed by Scorpion and Dark Commie carrying two stacks of
mugs each. TDK flips the last barrel up on its end and jams the crowbar
into the top and wedges off the top.* Bloodwine for everyone! *The crowd
cheers and charges for the mugs.*
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 11:57:07 (MDT)
Duker:"I have to make an announcement...anyone who spills any bloodwine
on my Persian rug will get their thorat ripped out and shoved up an opening
in their body. Merry Drinking!!!."
Duker
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 12:05:13 (MDT)
ARGH!!! I hate it when I misspell things!!!! It makes me so mad.
*Takes a big swig of blodwine*
Duker
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 13:11:52 (MDT)
*Climbs up onto an unopened barrel of bloodwine and raises his mug.*
Your attention, please, everyone! I would like to propose a toast! *All
eyes turn to TDK* To our fallen comrades! The Spaams, Zapper, the crew
of the Voyager, everyone stupid enough to put on a red shirt before going
into battle, and last but not least, Jadesfire. May their souls find sto-vo-kor
a pleasing place to spend the afterlife! *Everyone else: "To fallen comrades!"
Everyone takes a healthy dose of the bloodwine in their mugs.*
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 13:59:24 (MDT)
Leroy watches the proceedings from a cloaked ship in orbit. Using
a high power telescope, corrected for atmospheric distortion, he sees TDK
propose the toast. And though he can't hear him, he can read his undead
lips quite well. Having no bloodwine available to him, he surrepticiously
teleports a mug-full of the stuff from inside the barrel TDK was standing
on. "Ahhh.. not a bad year..." he remarks. Then, tilting his mug slightly
in the direction of the viewscreen "And I propose a toast. To Humanity.
And her Protectors." With a nod, he salutes the valiant group gathered
below, before setting off to prepare for the inevitable storm. Already,
his remote sensors in the Oort cloud has detected the approach of certain
unidentified craft. It will only be time...
Leroy
<Salutations Before The
Storm>
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 15:09:04 (MDT)
*Downs the last of his mug and rubs his wrist across his face to
clean up the mess. He then picks up his communicator and shouts out:* 21
GUN SALUTE! READY! FIRE! *The ghaytanHa' fires off a torpedo and two disruptor
bolts. A short time later, the three projectiles colide and a magnificent
explosion can be seen up in the evening sky.* READY! FIRE! *Again the ghaytanHa'
fires creating another fireworks display. TDK shouts out five more times
each time creating a more spectacular explosion in the upper atmosphere
of Earth.*
TDK
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 16:33:45 (MDT)
Meanwhile, generals from several nations die of heart failure from
all the excitement...
Narrator
- Tuesday,
August 31, 1999 at 16:42:06 (MDT)
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