- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 12:08:56 (MDT)
Appearing in the shuttlebay, the prescence walked toward the stunned
party still standing, stark still, after the sheer viciousness of DC's
mutilation. This was evil, of the highest order. Getting to the group,
everyone averted their eyes to avoid staring into her face. Reaching into
seemingly nothing, suddenly she had Jadesfire in her hand. 'Uh, uh, uh.
Can't have any spiritual apparitions mucking about with my activities here.
Throwing her, Jades fell among the group, seemingly as solid as the rest.
'How could you...?' 'Don't ask,' she inturrupted, 'the answer wouldn't
make sense to you. Now, I tire of discussion. Allow me to introduce myself.
I require no introduction. My name alone should tell you all you need to
know. I am... Marissa.' After a stunned silence, she said, evilly, 'It's
time to play...'.
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 12:17:15 (MDT)
The lifeless husk of Mech stirred...and something stood up. He frowned.
He had flubbed his second chance, and he doubted he would get another,
but his knowledge of the Enemy would be valuable here. Proceeding down
the hall, he found an apparently intact shuttlecraft growing out of the
wall....on closer inspection it revealed itself to be one of the Voyager's
self-replicating shuttlecraft, with the hatch conveniently facing him.
Excellent..apparently a piece of one of the shuttlecraft had been used
in the construction of the BoP, and it had subsequently regenerated. Entering
the vessel, Ensign Throwaway blasted away from the BoP....
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 12:25:18 (MDT)
Meanwhile, the Vulcan ships were not idle. With the incapacitation
of the crews, the AI had quickly taken over. At once the main computers
of the 11 light cruisers, following their innate drive to preserve the
wellbeing of the crew, took the ships into high Warp out of the system
in random directions. The four battlecruisers had different programming
though.. being militart ships, their duty was not to flee a threat to their
masters, but to fight.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 13:35:42 (MDT)
In the conference room of the Mobile Starbase. Admiral Skarak staggered
to his feet. It could have been far worse. As soon as a psionic attack
was detected, the main compute had thrown up a subspace field to shield
the inhabitants from external mentalic influences. From the distinctive
smell, it was also plain that something was being added to the air. Already
most of the company present seemed to be recovering. The Woodlice seemed
least affected, while his own staff.. wait a moment.. where was S'Tranak?
Admiral
Skarak <[email protected]>
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 13:53:04 (MDT)
Alert priority Alpha Zulu. Temporal Enforcement Authority SensorNet
to Dispatch. Notification: Massive flux in probability matrix detected
at Node 2.7435x10^6 of alternate timeline 'Zapper's Fault'. Security scanners
indicate extreme danger to all sentient organisms within area. Probability
calculation failure detected. Backup routines initiated. Raw data dump
on current conditions to follow. Backup nonsentient tabulation completed.
Probability of timeline collapse marked as 'Outrageous'. Interdiction and
quarantine status set to maximum. Alternate timeline 'Zapper's Fault' currently
declared 'Zone Of Lethality' unless countermanded by high level Temporal
Authority.
Noid Temporal
Police
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 14:07:42 (MDT)
What was Cyborg doing again? Still reeling a bit from the equivalent
of a mental brick to the head, he picks back up the controls...... and
hope he doesn't pass out or anything stupid. Shopping Cart of DOOM!.....
online.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
September 30, 1999 at 15:57:55 (MDT)