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5 seconds before the Gnome bomb went off, a Vulcan Space Marine
materilized, seemingly out of thin air, and fired a strange beam weapon
at it. A blue glow enveloped the bomb, and vanished without a trace, falling
through a dimensional portal to land somewhere on the Gnone homeworld.
The ship, and the planet below, having been saved, the Vulcan in the Space
Marine uniform reactivated the small time-travel device on his belt ( another
product of Magic Plot-Reset Device Technologies, Inc ), and returned to
the time he had come from, 3 days in the future. The flagship was thus
saved, and the aberrant timeline "corrected".
This is
a Star Trek race. they can do things like that. <[email protected]>
- Sunday,
September 05, 1999 at 07:11:35 (MDT)
*Noid Police SensorNet alert! Temporal interference detected at
Earth orbit. Timeline disruption branching to 1085 deviation. Flashback
trigger initiated. Timeline flashback accomplished. Temporal interference
locked out. Source of interference deflected to Noid Temporal Police holding
facility at Y3K. Temporal lockdown web activated. Local spacetime continuum
now anchored. No further temporal interference possible.*
Noid Temporal
Police
- Sunday,
September 05, 1999 at 12:27:05 (MDT)
3 days after the massive explosion, Vulcan scientists onboard the
VDF Enlightenment slingshot around the sun at warp 9.9 back to the past
in order to prevent the disaster. A transponder was given to the marine
assigned the task. He was to teleport into the flagship before the unknown
device was to explode, and spray it with a magnetic dye, allowing teleporter
lock-on from the Enlightenment so that the device could be beamed away
to empty space. After the task was accomplished, the transponder clipped
to his belt would have enabled sensor-lock and teleport retrieval in the
event of sensor interference from the explosion. However, instead of appearing
3 days into the past, their time warp was deflected by an unknown agency,
causing them to reappear in a temporal stasis holding facility at Noid
Temporal Police storage depot in Mars orbit. Frozen in time, they are assigned
a number. The NTP at Y3K, overloaded with work from the major disruption
at -0.4Y2K through the present, will get around to them in a couple of
years. No hurry, as they will neither experience nor know the passing of
time while in that state...
Noid Temporal
Police
- Sunday,
September 05, 1999 at 12:27:28 (MDT)
*FLASHBACK* The Vulcan flagship, on maximum alert about a potentially
hostile world, suddently registered an intrusion. Internal sensors detected
intruders of an alien species boarding the ship through some kind of dimensional
portal. As the service tunnels in which they emerged were small crawl spaces
between decks, it took precious time for a rapidly mobilized redshirt detachment
to be sent in to investigate. Arriving on the scene just as the gnomes
have made their exit, the lead redshirt, true to form, was cought in the
explosion. Immediately, alarm klaxons blare throughout the ship, warning
of an imminent reactor overload as the cooling system was severely damaged
in the explosion. Realizing immediately the danger to the planet below
as well as to the other ships of his command, Admiral Skarak orders the
flaghip into emergency warp, boosting directly away from the planet. As
they were in the daylight side, that put them on a course for the sun.
Within moments, the ship was at a safe distance, though with the damaged
reactor systems leaking coolant at an unacceptable rate, they didn't have
much time. Droping out of warp, they jetisson the damaged core, then head
away at maximum impulse. After a few seconds, there is a gigantic explosion
seen all over the solar system. The flagship, running on emergency power
and beyond maximum safe impulse, suffers major, but not irrepairable damage.
Pouring smoke from several hull breaches, it is rescued by its sister ships.
3 days later, scientists aboard the VDF Enlightenment, in an effort to
prevent the disaster to their flagship, slingshot around the sun in a time-warp
back to the past. Due to an unknown temporal anomay, the Enlightenment
disappeared.
Noid Temporal
Police
- Sunday,
September 05, 1999 at 12:27:52 (MDT)
Admiral's Log, supplimental: We have just survived an attempt by,
unknown agents, to cause the destruction of the flagship, the VDF Perfect
Logic. Somehow, an explosive device was detonated in main engineering,
and the Warp core had to be ejected. The ship has sustained severe damage,
and my Engineering officer tells me they will require several days to intall
a new Warp core from the ship's spares, and to repair the other damage.
The ship will probably need the facilities of a Spacedock to be restored
to full capacity. Therefore, I am transferring my flag to the VDF _Flawless
Light_, and the fleet is regrouping around this star system's fourth planet.
Professor S'Tranak has made contact again, and wishes to come aboard to
speak with me in private. Once again, he has declined to discuss the local
situation over an open channel. I am getting curious.
Admiral
Skarak <[email protected]>
- Sunday,
September 05, 1999 at 20:50:38 (MDT)
The Romulan Warbird remains in Earth orbit, not responding to any
hails and in general looking ominous...
- Monday,
September 06, 1999 at 06:42:05 (MDT)
First Alien : Do you think that was a wise idea? He is... not one
of us. They cannot be trusted..... Second Alien : Silence, please. He will
prove a worthy ally. First : But.... he's a mere _human_! Humans are the
most *cut of with a gesture by the second alien* Second : *softly* And
are we to be trusted? Those who come from a race, whose society has been
based on cowardice and deceit? One who uses fellow _senitents_ like you
would an old rag? I have read the ancient texts. We used to be amoung the
highest regarded species in the GALAXY. Now see who we are... First : It
was nessaray for our continued survival! Second : Yes. It was. But with
the Emperor neutralized, we can act NOW. Petty raids will be of little
use. If we can declare an all-out WAR against the Empire, we can surely
defeat it! First : All-out war!? The Ruling Council will never approve!
Second : This is why I do this. To prove to them, that we do have a fighting
chance. That the Battle of Sol was not a fluke. And that we can finally
be rid of the Empire forever....
The Returners
- Monday,
September 06, 1999 at 10:05:29 (MDT)
Computer, check files on recent events. Uh huh. Uh huh. Uh huh.
*Blinks* Why can't anyone do anything right for a change?
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Monday,
September 06, 1999 at 10:08:11 (MDT)
Looking around covertly to see that Cicilia was occupied elsewhere,
her External Affairs assistant Farrore initiated a connection to the Blue
Pea, and asked for a certain handsome ensign..as the connection went through,
she smiled at the louse who appeared on the screen. To the casual woodlouse
observer, or Cicilia, who was of course monitoring it on her computer,
the conversation was vacant pleasantries, interrupted by irritatingly cute
looks and giggles and the vacant, brainless looks that any species assumes
when in love. Underneath, in a subvocal clicking the lice could not even
hear, less comprehend, was an entirely different story...."Cicilia thinks
the Xanarious are attempting another takeover, and her instincts are usually
good, though I swear if she interrupts another one of my reports..." "There's
no need for bloodshed. Remember your assignment." "What do you mean? There's
an incredible need for bloodshed! I haven't eaten in weeks!" "She is too
valuable an asset. Eat an ensign, nobody notices them....trust me, I know..."
On cue, Cicilia loomed over the screen, and shut it off in a satisfied
manner. "Talking to your lousefriend on my time again? Tsk....now, listen
up, I want you to be my liason official to the new Lord Woodlouse...I can't
stand the guy...." Feigning a suprised start at the sudden interruption,
Farrore nodded her head in aquiescance...
- Monday,
September 06, 1999 at 11:04:08 (MDT)
*The new Lord sits in front of a mirror admiring his new cloak and
shiney staff thing* Ah, I was born to be the Lord of House Woodlouse, I
knew it! *he grins smugly* I wonder who they will get to replace me as
Field Marshal though...
Lord Woodlouse
(previously Field Marshal Woodlouse)
- Monday,
September 06, 1999 at 13:00:07 (MDT)
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