- Sunday,
September 12, 1999 at 14:30:55 (MDT)
It has been a week now since Duker landed on the gnome world. Well,
it hasn�t been exactly a week according to Duker more like two days, but
to the gnomes it has been a week. Duker found the mechanized world very
interesting. Now that all his crewmembers have been treated from their
wounds after the confrontation with the Vulcans, Duker allowed them to
take a little leave while he discussed matters with the gnome government.
For some strange reason, Duker knew that the gnomes only stood about two
feet in height, but they all seem to be as tall as he is. Did he shrink,
or did the portal make everything shrink? Duker had no idea and these were
question he wanted answers to, but there were more important issues to
attend to. And Duker had a feeling that this place felt a little like home,
but knew that it was impossible. Instantly disregarding that notion, Duker
enters the room of the Council of Technology. The room is quite large with
a huge table in the center able to seat thirty people, and all the chairs
were filled. At the head of the table sat a fat, overdressed, old gnome.
Duker: *speaking to the fat one* �I�m glad you could see me on such short
notice, Grand Tech Smithy.� Grand Tech Smithy: �Ohhyou�resoverywelcome,
Duker� Duker: �Grand Tech, with no disrespect could you please slow down
you�re speaking.� Smithy: �kuhh umm�Yes, yes, yes. I�m sorry. We are not
used to having�visitors on our world. Please sit down. Good, now why have
you come here?� Duker: � Your Techship, I need for the gnomes on this world
to enhance my ship so it is faster and stronger than what it is now. I
am prepared to give you something that you have never seen. I don�t have
the actual technology, but the schematics that I�acquired are very detailed.
*Duker lays a holographic imager that he had on his ship, and laid it in
the middle of the table.* It is called the Hyper Velocity Idiot Cannon,
or HVIC.�
Duker
- Monday,
September 13, 1999 at 08:50:06 (MDT)
As the introductions continued, aboard the VDF Flawless Light, S'Tranak
examined the Rihannsu vistors. Inwardly raising an eyebrow, he noted to
himself that at least one of them seemed to have psi potential far above
the normal for their branch of the Vulcan species, or even for his own.
"Fascinating", he commented. Meanwhile, Admiral Skarak invited Erisai and
her companions over to the main briefing lounge. The Romulans showed great
interest in each room they were taken through. "We are awaiting one of
our mobile spacedocks, " Skarak continued, "it should be arriving from
Vulcan within a few hours. While its here repairing the _Perfect Logic_,
we could also do some restoration on your ship. In fact a Warp Shuttle
is already en route with compatible spare parts." Meanwhile, the undamaged
Vulcan warships, including the one they were on, formed a spherical formation,
with the crippled _Perfect Logic_ and the Warbird in the center.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Monday,
September 13, 1999 at 09:53:52 (MDT)
On the bridge of the VDF _Electron_, the captain was being briefed
by a leutenant. "Sir, we have completed a thorough scan of the area. We
suggest that a focused tachyon beam might be used to re-open that portal."
"Very good" replied the Captain, "But we are not on a Deep Space Exploration
mission here. I shall pass this info on to the Admiral and await his decision.
Meanwhile, continue analysis."
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Monday,
September 13, 1999 at 10:00:52 (MDT)
*Walks onto the bridge of the Blue Pea shortly after dismissing
himself from sickbay against the ship's doctor's request. A quick punch
between the eyes abruptly ended the doctor's complaints and his temporary
state of conciousness.* Hey, Cheesybean, my skeleton crew got beamed away
by some Rommulans. Got any spare spiders around to get my ship ready for
a rescue mission? *All consoles stopped blinking and beeping halted and
all eyes turned in horror to TDK at the mention of the 'S' word.*
TDK
- Monday,
September 13, 1999 at 17:11:22 (MDT)
*Seeing all the frightened Woodlice staring at him* You guys are
pathetic. Just get someone to patch up my ship.
TDK
- Tuesday,
September 14, 1999 at 11:30:28 (MDT)
*Turning his command chair around to face TDK* Hmmm, I suppose you
can have some of them chrone pests... personaly I think they have been
breeding somewhere... *Someone drops a datapad and makes an "EEEK!" noise,
Cheesybean turns to the disturbance* Oh shut up Ensign Frigip, actually,
you can help TDK with his eight legged requirements requirements! *Frigip
turns very pale, well even paler than the white underbelly anyway. Cheesybean
turns to speak to TDK* OK, my engineers are at your disposal... as is my
duct tape.
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
September 14, 1999 at 13:08:46 (MDT)
Hmmm, it seems there is an echo on the bridge of the Blue Pea....
Lord Woodlouse
- Tuesday,
September 14, 1999 at 13:12:57 (MDT)
It's the Typo Daemon. It's out to turture us into submission.
TDK
- Tuesday,
September 14, 1999 at 13:15:45 (MDT)
AAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!! Kill Typo Daemon!!!!!
TDK
- Tuesday,
September 14, 1999 at 13:41:10 (MDT)