- Saturday,
September 04, 1999 at 12:14:54 (MDT)
*Chief Woodlouse's eyes dilate* Oh, ye.. ye... yes, that sounds
like a fine idea! Yes, you can have, lets see, 5 cruisers from the fleet
in orbit! And LW? Hmm, he has been a good friend... but you are an enlightened
woman and a rather pretty one at that... *Chief Woodlouse grins blankly
for a while* Yes, I belive you are right, I shall discharge Lord Cheesybean
Woodlouse today, and make Field Marshal Woodlouse the new Lord for the
time being. *Chief Woodlouse grins pleasantly at the Lady Doef'Rini...*
Chief
Woodlouse
- Saturday,
September 04, 1999 at 13:46:49 (MDT)
*After reciveing the information at the party about his dismissal
as Lord, the former LW is totaly depressed. He looks at a barrel of bloodwine
and decides there is little point in being sober anymore...* Why me?! *takes
a giant gulp of bloodwine* WHY ME!?! *Cheesybean begins to sob*
Cheesybean
Woodlouse
- Saturday,
September 04, 1999 at 14:02:17 (MDT)
Meanwhile, on the Far Star, in custody in the Vulcan Defense Force's
shuttlebay, a panel opened. Machinery activated, and a pseudometallic hand
raised up....
Infinitech
- Saturday,
September 04, 1999 at 14:17:16 (MDT)
'Good news, Elisia. I got rid of the worms, and I'm in top form...
Elisia???'
Mel
- Saturday,
September 04, 1999 at 14:18:02 (MDT)
Meanwhile, in the spartan prisoner's quarters on the Vulcan ship,
Elisia pondered. One of the Vulcan's had patiently answered her questions
on their specie's peculiar pecadillos, such as the bodily contact thing.
'I suppose if I were a touch telepath, I wouldn't like shaking hands, either,'
she thought. Having been there for a few hours now, and making limited
progress in unobtrusively hacking the Vulcan's computer system ('They're
good programmers, I'll give them that), she had gotten bored. With a twitch
of her face, she opened a secure link to the Far Star's computer system
'Status', she asked. The computer's voice was overridden by another, one
she was relieved to hear. 'Elisia?' 'Mel. How are you? What was up with
you earlier, anyway?' 'Oh, that, I'd rather not speak of it, but suffice
it to say that we should be most careful of interference by these 'spider'
things that seem pandemic to this universe.' 'Yes, I caught a couple trying
to dissasemble components of our ship. They were taken care of, though...'
Mel, getting to the other point of conversation, asked 'So, tell me, why
are we here?' Elisia replied, 'Because, I felt that we'd more or less spoiled
our chances on Earth of earning anyone's trust, and went with the most...
logical choice. Be careful of these creatures, Mel. They may be rigid and
literal to a fault, but they also seem xenophobic of other creatures. Perhaps
simply introducing yourself as a robot would be the best step. After all,
who else better to speak to a logic infested species than a computer?'
'Good idea, I shall try that. As a matter of fact, I should do so now,
it seems the Vulcans have figured out the opening sequence for this craft.
Mel out.' Elisia relaxed, knowing soon things would get very interesting,
and accessed Surak's 'The Application of Logic in a Stochasitically Variable
Multiverse, Volume I'.
Infinitech
- Saturday,
September 04, 1999 at 14:30:22 (MDT)