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Looking down on the mysterios, coffin-sized device now in his possesion,
Cyborg scanned the alien's mind. It seemed oddly familar.... but for now,
it didn't matter. It was telling the truth. Signaling with his hand, he
indicated for the woodlice to put the device in storage. It would have
to wait. He had to find out the meaning of all of this.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
October 14, 1999 at 21:43:27 (MDT)
Nodding to the rest of his dauntless six-legged crew, they carried
the device into the ship. As the two walked toward the vechile, Glasseye
suddenly yells 'Stop!'. As the two turned around, the woodlouse in one
smooth motion unhooked a large, offensive handgun from a holster on his
back. Tossing it towards Cyborg, Cyborg catches it. The ergonomics was
a bit foreign to him, but nothing insurmoutable. Giving Cyborg the equivalent
of thumbs-up, he grins and ducks back into the ship, mostly empty. The
rest of the crew had already scattered, fitting into the strange new world
like cockroachs fleeing into some cracks.
Captain
Glasseye of the _Illustrious Shadow_
- Thursday,
October 14, 1999 at 21:52:37 (MDT)
*Stuffy was walking along with a skip in her step when suddenly
an armed guard of stormtroopers step out, their Captain speaks "HALT! You
are in violation of Imperial protocalls, you are to come with us!"* Nah...
I dont think I will... *"You have no choice, come with..." suddenly Stuffy
leaps into the air Xena-style and kicks, punches and stabs the stormtroopers
into unconciousness. Stuffy giggles and follows the trail of violence up
the corridoor she has just noticed*
Stuffy
the Vampider Hunter
- Friday,
October 15, 1999 at 06:01:49 (MDT)
Rushing down to his small shuttle, Ash'is makes haste to get into
it. Upon seeing the armament, Cyborg Stan stops.... and just shrugs. This
scared the hell outta Ash'is. There's something _worse_??
Ash'is
of the Returners
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 01:24:09 (MDT)
Another thing you learn is as a hero is never say "It can't possibly
get any worse than this." According to the 2nd Part of Murphy's Law, if
it can't go wrong - it will go wrong anyway. Instead, think "We're screwed."
Things tend to look up after that.
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 01:31:17 (MDT)
S'Tranak moved his ship out a few light-days, and then set up a
primitive optical telescope. Moving slowly inwards, he watched a speeded-up
"replay" of the events in the system over the past few days. The strange
token battle in particular. Even at that range, he could see that the Woodlice
had surrendered rather than fight.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 04:09:35 (MDT)
A stolen runabout zoomed through space. Inside, all was not well.
"Jades, look. This is _my_ ship, my runabout...." "...and I'm commandeering
it." "Well, fine, but can you at least tell me where we're going?" "No.
Need to know only." "You know, you make a really cute pixie....." "Shut
_up_, Mech, or I'll reconsider letting you live." "It's Ensign Throwaway"
"Whatever..."
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 07:24:41 (MDT)
Somewhere out in deep space, a dark ship detects and receives a
mysterious message. To the occupants, the exact meaning of the message
is unclear. But there could be no doubt that it is a call for help. And
a sign of advanced civillisation. "We may survive yet", says a strangely
human voice in a completely alien tongue.
Ne'eg
SkiWaa (Captain Hat)
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 08:39:32 (MDT)
Alexei, a little pale, steps out of the men's room to the din of
alarm klaxons. Turning to his aide, he is briefed on the situation. With
a grim set to his face, he marches back to the wrecked dining room and
confronts Field Marshal Woodlouse: "These so-called 'friends' of yours
are injuring my men and causing damage to my ship! This is intolerable.
Either get them in control, or I will be forced to do so. This is not a
threat. This is a statement of fact."
Alexei
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 18:11:46 (MDT)
*The Field Marshal was unhappy, his associates where causing him
a great headache by straining the alliance with the Empire... he dident
even know who this teenage woodlouse was though.* Alexei, you have my most
sincere apologies! I have no idea who the young woodlouse is... you have
my full permission to take whatever action necisary against her and I shall
place a group of the Dukes Special Marines under your control to help hunt
her down. TDK however is a more dangerous factor, but he is a creature
of honour and would not place the life of innocents at such great perril
without good reason, I belive he is hunting something evil... or at very
least trying to save something from evil. Nontheless my troops are again
at your disposal, we offer you any resources you desire to help you...
one thing I can tell you is that none of the people TDK was following are
known to me and I disasociate myself from their actions. *The Field Marshal
stands hopefully, in hope that this will suffice. He then sends a message
to the CommandBase to bring over some fully equiped Dukes Special Marines.*
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Saturday,
October 16, 1999 at 18:40:20 (MDT)
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