The RP WarZone...

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*"Target destroyed"* Huh? We killed it already? *"Affirmative. HVIC bateries in Hong Kong, Manilla, Punjab, and Tokyo caused significant damage to destroy the vessel."* Well, at least they're dead. *"There is also an unidentified object in the wreckage. It apears to be..... a small red Warbird sir. Shall we investigate?"* Huh? Oh. Uhhh... Yeah. Sure.
TDK
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 18:10:01 (MDT) 
*sits on the ground whatching the fireworks show* oooh, pretty....*looks at her crew, who were laying around drunk and stuffed* Should we do something? *at the unanimous and energetic "no" from all her crew she turns back to look at the sky*

Savannah <[email protected]>
- Tuesday, September 07, 1999 at 19:56:22 (MDT) 
Of course, as TDK was immune to psionics, he couldn't see the Force-ghosted Warbird...

- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 06:15:17 (MDT) 


Duker: (To himself) "They don't know who this is!! Engineering, how is the gnome gun coming?" An officer: "Sir, we�re ready." Duker: �Did the gnomes say it was possible for us to enter the portal?� �Yes Sir.� �Activate the gun as soon as I give the word. Hail the Vulcans. This is the USS Instigator of the Earth Defense Alliance; your presence here seems hostile. If you would like to talk, then release your tractor beams and we will discuss this face to face. I will transport with three crewmembers to your vessel to talk so we can come to an understanding. Please respond.� The Vulcan ships, one by one, release their tractor beams and give the response to begin transport. Duker: �Suckers�activate the gun and head for the portal at full impulse.� Before the Vulcans could do anything, the Instigator travels into a blue electric portal that materialized in front of the ship. After the ship disappears into the portal, the blue hole in space closes leaving the Vulcans in utter confusion and unable to do anything.
Duker
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 08:25:40 (MDT) 
The two remaining Romulan Warbirds sweep around gracefully towards the Vulcans...and hail them.

- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 09:45:33 (MDT) 


*BANG!!!* Nat doesn't even look up at the explosion. Probably because he was the one who set it off. Watching the squiggles carefully on his portable seismograph, he determines that the bedrock is only 15 feet below the sand. His gas spectrometer indicating the presence of complex hydrocarbon vapors being emitted near this area, he was fairly certain that he had located the most promising site for an exploratory dig. This was complicated, paradoxically, by the fumes emitted by their small camp generator when they were resupplied with gasoline by the relatives of the fishermen who brought them here. With a grin, he hears Sive cursing in Spanish from her tent. The explosions were 'disturing her specimens' or so she said. heh heh. Unknown to Nat, the small seismic survey charges were driving the glass spiders to apoplexy...
Zapper
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 10:20:22 (MDT) 
'What a revolting situation this is..' thought a glass spider as it wiggled with futility, trying to get free of the sticky transparent tape the human Sive had trapped him in. Now taped flat onto a glass slide, he was being placed onto the specimen holder of an old-style optical microscope. Needless to say, that will blow the charade wide open.. Lacking the advanced quantum comm of his chrome brethren, he can only broadcast panic in infrared. Watching from various nooks and crannies, various spiders relay the information in a network of invisible coded infrared beams to Headquarters Boulder. Sive must *not* discover that her 'specimen' was in fact a technolife construct. Running out of options fast, a commando spider perched high up on a tent-pole quickly takes aim.. then jumps. Swinging from the end of a hair-thin coconut fiber string in immitation of Tarzan, he lets go at the right moment to drop into her hair for a desperate distraction attempt. Unfortunately, she moved. Unable to control his aerial trajectory, the commando, wearing a brown fiber suit woven from more coconut fiber to resemble a small wolf spider, crashes into the side of her neck and falls in a wiggling tangle of legs into her shirt.. In the chaos that erupted, a team of commando spiders rescued their taped comrade from the microscope, quickly slicing the tape, dragging him off and, being sticky, stuck him to the undersurface of the tabletop for the time being. From outside the tent, a steady stream of high pitched Spanish cursing could be heard. The commando which fell into her shirt rolled up into a ball, and dropped out the bottom of her shirt. In blind terror, he dashes to and fro trying to avoid a size-six sneaker stomping around in feminine fury from squashing him into the sandy ground.. Back in Headquarters Boulder, a certain chrome spider mentally rolls his eyes. *nothing* is going according to plan..

Zapper
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 10:20:50 (MDT) 
Ok. Put this red thing on the screen I wanna see it. *The screen flickers and a different set of stars are displayed.* I said put it on screen. *Skeleton #3: "We have, sir. It is right there in the middle."* I don't see it. Are you sure this thing isn't INFRAred? *"Affirmative"* You DO know what this means, right? It's a Force-induced halucanation. Although WHY someone would make a halucanation of a small red Warbird is beyond me. *Skeleton #4: "Sir, two more Romulan ships have just decloaked."* I guess I didn't get the message across the first time. ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!

TDK
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 14:09:27 (MDT) 
However, with the shields up, the Bird of Prey's efforts are mostly ineffective against the great ships. The Romulans gleefully open fire, and the spider repair crew seems to take a suspiciously long time to get its act in gear.....

- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 14:47:11 (MDT) 


Coming through the portal gave Duker more of a shock than he anticipated. It wasn't a horrible shock, but more like a shock of amazement. Once through the portal, Duker saw a planet that was unlike any other he has ever seen. From space he could see buildings and some sort of inventions towering above everything else. Duker: �Any chance that the Vulcans could have followed us.� Littlefoot: �No sir, the portal closed right after we entered, nothing else came through. The gnomes said only we were allowed to enter, and anything else would have been destroyed in the portal. Duker: �(with a smile) Good, take us down, Mr. Littlefoot. I think I�m going to like this place. The ship stared to descend into the atmosphere of the gnome home world.
Duker
- Wednesday, September 08, 1999 at 14:48:27 (MDT) 
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