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In the home system of Woodlouse House Yah'Jini, on the border of
Vulcan space, all was seemingly normal. To the relief of the general populace,
the leadership had decided not to play an active part in the civil war
between the Kingdom and the Xanarious-centred Imperium, at least until
it became plainer which way things were going. Officially, they were "refraining
from illogical or hasty action, while seeking greater understanding of
the issues". In effect, they were "sitting it out". Among the citizenry,
many comments could be overheard: "Our small forces wouldn't make much
difference anyway", "We'll see what happens...", "Frankly, I don't care
much for either of 'em!", "It doesn't matter to ME who wins, as long as
they leave us alone!". Other voices were more outspoken: "If House Xanarius
is running the show now, I'm glad we make our own laws here!" "Actually,
I think this is just what the other Houses need.. a real shakeup. Too many
silly traditions that need to be thrown out. " And shared by all, though,
and expressed in many ways: "We don't need to worry, the Vulcans will take
care of us."
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 05:11:18 (MDT)
Device: "Data banks full...preparing to send data back to command."
The device decloaks and spins around until it puts itself in the right
possition. The device starts to glow a bluish color and then it opens up
a portal which it travels through. The portal closes with a small white
flash and dissapears.
Unidentified
Device (the clone)
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 08:31:26 (MDT)
It has been nearly a year, in gnome time, since Duker left the alpha
quadrent. He has become a general of the gnome military force and a trusted
adviser to GrandTech Smithy. Duer was on the bridge of his ship, formaly
known as the Instigator, but now named the Exterminator. The ship looks
nothing like it did when he came here. The hull has been completely redesigned
into a sleek crome like reflective finish. It has been shaped into an arrow
head design. The warp engins have been pulled back and possitioned nearer
the middle. (If anyone has ever seen the "Flight of the Navigator", it
looks like the alien ship transformed for high speeds.) The phaser banks
and photon tubes have been covered by sliding panels. The cloaking device
has been extreamly improved to make detection almost impossible, and that
stupid distortion you see while a ship is cloaked has been fixed. Duker
walked by the communication's pannel just as it began to beep. Involuntary,
Duker stopped, turned around, and tapped a button for the small screen
to activate. His expression was that of happiness and satisfaction. After
reading what was on the screen, he tapped a few more buttons with gracefull
talent. Duker: "Grand Tech Smithy, I have good news. The probe has returned
with some very interesting information. I will be over in twenty minutes
with the information. Duker out."
Duker
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 09:06:36 (MDT)
Damn the Typo Daemon!!! I know I should have used the spell checker
to help fight his evil deeds, but I was tricked into believing it was fine.
If there is one common enemy we all share, it is that pointy headed red
bastard. Kill him!!!!! Man he really got me good this time.
Duker
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 09:11:17 (MDT)
*He remained in his, now soundproof, cell. After that last incident
the guards had decided that it would be better for their health if they
couldn't hear him. So now, all he could do was sit and wait for his meals
to be delivered through a small airlocked window in the wall. The food
airlock opened up and he walked over to grab his Cup-'o-Soup. Fortunately
they had remembered to deliver the insulin this time. Pre-dosed and in
a hypospray of course, they weren't about to let him use it as a weapon.
He placed the soup down on the platform that served as a bed and pulled
the hypospray to his stomach when he saw something in the soup move. Then
out of the soup crawled an orange and chrome spider which stared at the
prisoner for a second then said, "Wait a minute. You're not TDK. Where
is he?" * No, I'm not TDK, I'm his creator, call me Tristan. Hey. Wait.
You haven't found TDK? He's not onboard? * "No. The last report we had
was that he had been captured and placed here. Are you sure you don't know
where he is? You wear the same kind of clothes and have his "scent" all
over you." Trisan looked down to his clothes as if for the first time and
realised that he was wearing Klingon body armor.* Oh, great. I think I
know where TDK is. * "Where?" * San Diego, California, the REAL world.
And if I know him he's racing down 101 in a stolen M1A2....
The Prisoner
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 10:16:50 (MDT)
*An M1A2 tank raced down Highway 5 being persued by the entire police
force of San Diego County. Not to mention the National Guard who were pissed
that someone else decided that they wanted to take a tank out for a joyride.
Then of course were the Marines and Navy in the mix too simply because
they were in the area and needed something better to do than endless training
flights over the University of California. (which, by the way serves no
purpose other than to create backround noise to disrupt studies) But despite
all this pursuit and the various roadblocks that had been set up, the tank
continued northward with TDK inside fleeing from the law at an unbelievable
45 miles per hour....*
TDK
San Diego,
California The Real World - Wednesday, October 20, 1999 at 10:31:10 (MDT)
Meanwhile, on Earth.. Buried deep under the Colorado Mountains is
the Norad facility. Deep within *that* was a large supercomputer humming
to itself. It's job was to do strategic and tactical analysis of the thousands
of incoming data streams from various spy satellites that nobody acknowledges
to exist. An anomaly was detected, and a portion of the vast processing
power was allocated to it's analysis. A weak radio transmission emanating
from a nameless island offshore of Indonesia. It appeared to be a binary
coded stream unlike anything it has yet encountered. Upon analysis... it
was calling for help? Odd.. Wanting to know more of this strange signal,
the computer commanded a stealthed spy satellite to tight-beam a radio
pulse to the origin, using identical binary coding, and queried the source.
In moments, there was a reply. A dialogue was opened, the two machine intelligences
began to converse... And WOPR found it was not alone...
The Glass
Spiders
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 10:48:48 (MDT)
*The Sergents shuttle made a loud clank as it made contact with
the CommandBase, his troops where tense... holding their Maser rifles tightly*
Dont worry... they are probably mostly Colonial Troopers, WE are Space
Marines! *The woodlice around him grinned, some laughed. The sounds of
concentrated Maser beams could be heard slashing against the armour...
it was at least 20 minutes before they managed to cut their way through...
the beams continued spinning around the hole they had created to stop the
armour resealing itself, a metal plank extended through the hole and Marines
began fileing out.* Right Lice! Lets get to work, we are part of alpha
team and thus will be heading toward the Command Section, OK ready? *Yells
of agreement are heard* OK, lets move! *the woodlice dash from alcove to
alcove, shooting the poorly trained Colonial Troopers. Eventually they
get to a wide corridor heading to the Command Section* Right Lice! Its
right ahead, keep under cover though, we aint at the end yet! *About halfway
there some Yah'Noik Marines drop from holes they cut in the ceiling, they
Captain speaks "HA! Not so fast... you aint goin in there!" suddenly surounded
the Sergent sees death as his only option... THEN, a curious sound of rolling
metal can be heard... "Whats that?" The Yah'Noik Captain looks at his troops,
none seem to know. Suddenly doors to either side of them are broken down,
the Yah'Noik turn to attack the threat but its too late... purple energy
zooms out from the blur they see before them and takes them down. The spinning
blur lands and no, not moving, the figure is obviously a woodlouse... in
armour. He and his companions salute "Captain Hyol Woodlouse, 2nd Dukes
Special Marines Division, House Woodlouse!" the Sergent salutes back* Sergent
W'lek Woodlouse, 345th House Woodlouse Space Marines! *"at ease soldier...
now come on, lets take down the Count!" the D.S.M. trooper grins and leads
the assault, breaking down the door and shooting all the guards within...
W'leks force does little more than stand and gape... with the room secure
the D.S.M. Captain strides over to Count Hurno and handcuffs him "You are
charged with violation of laws of both the Kingdom and D.O.W.A.!" the Count
responds "I...I... I will be most willing to assist the new administration
and comply with all rules set forth by them!" The Captain shakes his head
and says "You make me sick!" he turns to his troops "Get this guy locked
in the brig... we will question him later" The Captain grins briefly at
the Count...*
Sgt. W'lek
Woodlouse
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 12:25:01 (MDT)
*Admiral DoNok was sitting in orbit of "Paradise" when a message
came in from thr Field Marshal "DoNok... we need you to command a taskforce"*
I already command a taskforce... an undermanned taskforce at that! *"Yes..yes...What
we want you to command is something much greater! The Anti-Imperial Taskforce
is assembled... all it needs for completion is a commander, we want you
to be that commander!"* An honour indeed Field Marshal! However I worry
about our present front, we have only 14 cruiser defending this sector...
13 when I leave to command the Anti-Imperial Taskforce, this could not
stand against a determined alliance attack. *"Just leave that to me...
we want you to head for Xanarious Prime right now, 40 cruisers have entered
the system and 20 cruisers from the Prime Fleet will join the Taskforce..."*
Thats where all our manpower has been going... well knock me down with
a feather! *"Yes, anyway... we shall begin talks with the Vulcans as to
their contribution to the allied force... you will probably be subservient
to their commands... heed their words, we wish to maintain this alliance
at all costs!"* Aye Sir, understood... *DoNok turns to his crew* OK, take
us to Xanarious Prime immediatly!
Admiral
DoNok Xanarious
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 15:45:23 (MDT)
Having completed repairs of the damaged ships, Mobile Spacedock
#5 prepared to return to Vulcan space. Retracting the docking bay, it changed
back to its warp-flight configuration and moved out of Martian orbit, flanked
by its 3 light cruiser escorts. Having returned to the _Perfect_Logic_,
Admiral Skarak reviewed the situation.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Wednesday,
October 20, 1999 at 16:25:19 (MDT)
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