USA - Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 19:57:36 (MDT)
...Without a guiding pilot, the LurkerShip continues with it's last
instructions, to follow the Far Star anywhere it might go. Unable to match
the Far Star's velocity in PosterSpace, the LurkerShip switches to LurkerSpace
and follows. On the Far Star, Darva is standing there with a bemused look
on his face... Well, at least now that you've hijacked me, we'll have a
good deal of time to talk. My sensor logs showed that when you followed
my ship from LurkerSpace, you weren't there already... That's what I need
to know. Cut the dramatic crap, just play straight with me. ...Something
tells him, that unarmed, and in someone elses territory, this is a bad
tactic, but he's not in the mood right now to care, just before they left
the ship, something had felt really odd, and put him in a very bad mood,
just what, he didn't know....
Darva
(Lurker Extrodinaire)
- Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 20:00:38 (MDT)
The Manos Ray useless now, it's power spent, it's holder hurled
it to the side, it's impotent weight clinking on the metal floor. Improbably,
she looked behind her and saw Mech, his body nothing more than a wasted
shell of it's former self, a plot device superseded by a greater one, the
ultimate force, beyond physics, logic, and even plausibility. Turning to
face Scorpion, she stared, only stared.
- Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 20:06:02 (MDT)
Scorpion, looking into those dark, infernal depths, saw the massing
of mellenia of evil aspirations, the mad ravings of chaos, and violence
that would turn Hannibal Lecter's stomach. She was like a black hole, tearing
asunder any mind that dared to comprehend. And that Scorpion's promptly
did. Stalking (a creature like this can do no other), insectlike, she stepped
over the drooling, gibbering idiot who had, by the smell, just lost control
of ALL his higher functions, and stalked toward the shuttlebay. Now to
display some REAL evil...
- Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 20:09:41 (MDT)
Mel was annoyed that Darva was still there, hoping that he could
lose him in his hasty escape. Some very odd readings were cropping up on
the sensor grid. The local laws of space time and probablility were rapidly
going off the scale, properties that would normally be constant were suddenly
bounding off into imaginary realms, infinite singularities in the general
equations manifested themselves. 'Hmmm... ' Mel thought. No one here showed
any ability or inclination for and Infinite Improbability Matrix. Accessing
SpiderNet to get an idea of the situation on board, Mel got a picture of
Hell.
Infinitech
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 20:14:03 (MDT)
Chaos reigned in the shuttlebay, as those effected by the Manos
ray slowly regained their senses. Somewhere, in a deep, atavistic portion
of everyone's mind, an alarm triggered, and a mad dash was made to the
BoP by all, regardless of grudge, affiliation or current status. Even the
spiders were scuttling, as if knowing that something bad was afoot. They
weren't quick enough, as SHE came in... Mel was frustrated by the spidernets
cameras, as, it seemed, every time one was about to get her face, the spider
would drop out of the net, presumably destroyed. Indirectly, though, he
watched the events unfold as the 'prescence' walked straight toward the
party including Jade's clone, and TDK, now too stunned to react... Turning
to Darva, Mel realized that whatever this is, it required full discloser.
Pulling Darva aside, Mel said, 'You were right, we DO need to talk...'
Infinitech
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 20:21:29 (MDT)
It had began as a playful experiment. Imbue a child with plot invincibility
and infallibility and see where she could go. It was simple then, she appeared,
made herself and her 'chosen ones' vastly superior to everyone else irregardless
of logic, reason, or good grammar and went on. Of course, for any being
with that much power, one only faces two options. 1) Become so bored with
life you either relinquish said powers or die or both or 2) become and
evil, despotic wench whose sole purpose in life is to subjugate all people
in the omniverse to her omnipotent, infallible will. She, of course, chose
the latter, destroying several civilization in her wake as she did so,
hurling them into oblivion when they failed to entertain her whims any
longer. Now, guess whose turn it is?
- Wednesday,
September 29, 1999 at 20:30:59 (MDT)
*DC
stood there and watched as Scorpion slowly became a bumbling idiot. This
was an odd sensation alright. He'd always loved watching people being tortured.
But this was different. Not only was this torture more than he had ever
seen anyone other than himself try before, but it was nearing what he,
himself had done in his more sadistic moments. Something was trying to
be more evil than him. And this something was standing in front of him
with her back turned.*
TDK
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 00:23:35 (MDT)
*A moment of thought passed through the most evil regions of DC's
brain and developed a course of action for the dark prankster. He pulled
out a small plastic figure from his pocket and raised it to face the new
threat. "Me'sah Jar Jar Binks!" he shouted at the top of his lungs as he
moved the Jar Jar action figure into an attack position with its Gungan
Battlestaff (tm) ready to strike.*
TDK
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 00:34:45 (MDT)