- Friday,
October 01, 1999 at 06:16:00 (MDT)
*A look of joy spreads across Zakarious's face and he responds*
Ah, our old friends the Doef'Rini! I'm glad you responded! The situation
with the Xanarious is incredibly bleak, and whats worse they seem to be
getting closer to the Vulcans, can you assist the resistance in anyway?
If you can Zahhniki is available to help you and your ships whenever you
feel the need, our commanders are there and await allies, we would be honoured
if you would take your place among them! *A look of hopefulness can be
seen on Zakarious as he sends the hail*
Commodore
Zakarious Woodlouse
- Friday,
October 01, 1999 at 13:01:38 (MDT)
Marissa looked evil. Of course, unlike beauty, evil runs straight
to the bone... Walking toward the (still) stunned crowd gathered round,
Marissa was going to introduce herself in a grand and imperious manner,
instead, she took a pratfall over some debris. Humiliating!!! Someone would
die for this... Reaching out with her thoughts, Marissa felt a subtle change
in her Improbability field. A temporary inversion, nothing more. There
was definitely something different about this place. Another probability
sink, negative though. Random inversions between the two. This required
investigation. But first, time for a little fun. Turning back to the group,
she decided to play it different this time. With a gesture, she gave the
look of innocence as she turned to the (now) corporeal Jadesfire and asked,
'Hi dearie, remember me?'...
- Friday,
October 01, 1999 at 18:20:29 (MDT)
*Following the very little instruction he recieved on this device,
Ash'is turns it on and hopes for the best.* Cyborg Stan. Your presense
is needed. Circumstances have forced me to go into hiding, and the area
I am in, no one is allowed to leave by ship. Here is what I can show you
about it. You must find a way to get in yourself. *Starts trying to visualize
mental images of the surrounding area......*
Ash'is
of the Returners
- Friday,
October 01, 1999 at 23:39:18 (MDT)
Jadesfire, caught off-guard, blinked, probed with her mind...and
cringed back. The expression, expertly captured by one of the surviving
spiders, was sheer terror.....
- Saturday,
October 02, 1999 at 07:38:26 (MDT)
*The tension between the crew of the interdictor and the few main
characters there continued to build in this very off balance face off.
Marissa stared at the crew wondering which one to turture first while the
crew stared back wondering who they could give to Marissa in exchange for
their escape. At that moment Scorpion barged back into the hangar looking
even crazier than ever weilding his BFG 10,000. It was just the kind of
distraction the crew wanted. When Marissa turned to face the new maniac
the crew dispersed everywhere. Some went up into the ghaytanHa' only to
be chewed up by a rapid-fire toothpick dispenser linked to one of the floorplates.
The others ran looking for escape pods. In the chaos, Scorpion fired of
a shot from the overpowered energy cannon.* whhiiiIIIRRR-BANG! cla-CLICK
*The green ball of energy trudged along to the stationary and confident
Marissa and upon reaching her, simply dissapated. No explosion, not bright
green lightning striking everyone withing visual rage, just *poof* Someone
had finally missed with the gun that no one can miss with. Scorpion just
sat there, shocked. He then dropped down to his knees and started crying.
Marissa turned back to the remainder of the crew, who again, immediately
froze in their tracks. Then the other distraction came. A shoping cart
came racing out of the ghaytanHa' and ran over Marissa. The crew ran again
as Marissa charged after the Shopping Cart of Doom with C-Stan on board.
The cart made several odd loops around the hangar with Marissa on its tail,
during which time, Dark Commie came in the entrace to the hangar clearing
out a path for himself in the horde of running flunkies. The shopping cart
continued to move and found its way back up the ghaytanHa's gangplank followed
shortly by Marissa, and even further behind was DC.*
TDK
- Saturday,
October 02, 1999 at 12:36:41 (MDT)
Another thing Cyborg tended to notice as he grow older over the
years was that like all signficant people and storybook heros, he had an
extraordinary sense of timing. This is normally an advantegous thing, such
as when you save an attractive damsel _just_ before the tower collapses,
or when you duck _right when_ somebody fires a shot at you. Too bad it
works the other way around. Such as recieving a distracting psychic message
just when you are driving about a speeding shopping cart while being in
the coridoors of a booby-trapped Bird of Prey while being chased by some
female who thinks she's the next Uber-daemon. While the aforementioned
distraction could provide some greatly needed stress relief, Cyborg would
have rather avoided the duct tape trap right ahead. It's the one with the
shards of glass embedded in it.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Sunday,
October 03, 1999 at 00:26:31 (MDT)