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"Well, Edward, is there anything you can tell me?" "Plenty! Did
you know there was another ship here? One from another universe in fact!"
"There was?" "Yeah.. check your logs! I'm surprised none of you noticed!
Gotta go now!".. and the Eddie rippled away.
S'Tranak
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- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 15:31:45 (MDT)
Ducking back inside his ship, S'Tranak scanned through the sensor
logs.. "Why, so there was! Now why didn't I notice that?"
S'Tranak
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- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 15:38:01 (MDT)
*Trisan dashed to the control panel with the sleeping guard draped
over it and pushed him off. Despite the impact the guard remained in his
state of unconciousness.* Ok. Now how to deactivate this bomb thing in
my head..... *He raced his fingers across the panel trying to read every
button as quickly as he could. After running across have the board he realised
something.* Wait a minute. What language is this? I can't read anything
here! *Orange Spider: "Here. Allow me." The spider hops up onto the board
and scuttles to the top. It then projects a translation of the board over
the acual board for Tristan to read.* Ok. Now everything is making sense.
*He hits the button marked "Deactivate Slave Capsule" which then brings
up a list of the prisoners in that brig by cell number.* Hey, do you remember
what cell I was in? Wait, no, which cell is Marissa in? *"She's in cell
number 2101. But why?"* There are only five prisoners in this block. Me,
Marissa, Stuffy, Dark Commie, and Scorpion. If I disable all but Marissa,
she dies and we all survive and can get out of here. *"You know. You're
a lot more intelligent than TDK."* Well he's an undead Klingon. How intelligent
do you think he can get? Oh, and where do these guys keep all of the prisoners'
possesions? *The spider indicates a panel on one of the walls. "In that
closet over there"* Great, thanks. The cells are open, go tell everyone
to get out, I'll grab their stuff.
Tristan
- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 16:05:35 (MDT)
Watching the probot reports and seeing the mopping up operation
proceeding rapidly, Alexei turns to more local concerns. With the Xan vessels
pretty much disabled and being boarded by House Woodlouse marines, the
battle seems wrapped up successfuly. The serious security breach by that
unknown alien vessel is extremely worrisome though. The Claw, parked 2
ly 'south' of Yahnorni and riding shotgun behind a large comet, 'should'
have been well hidden. Yet they were found, and attacked. A very strange
kind of attack it was too.. It seemed from the security monitor playback
to be an assasination of one of their prisoners. The other prisoners were
likewise greatly endangered. Quick thinking on the part of the one named
TDK saved the entire cell block population from getting inadvertently killed.
This is an interesting one, this TDK who claims to instead be one Tristan,
of Real World. Perhaps I shall have a talk with him soon..
Admiral
Alexei
- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 16:04:19 (MDT)
Suspecting that the unknown ship might have had something to do
with Marissa's disappearence, S'Tranak decided to follow it.
S'Tranak
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- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 16:14:40 (MDT)
Popping open the hood (or something like that), Cyborg grasped the
back of his chair for stability with all three of his tenacle arms. Staring
wide open with his now - rather battered eyes, he took careful aim with
the small maser pistol, in which he hooked up the the shuttle's cigarette
lighter. (A rather analmoulous feature, considering Cyborg didn't see anything
resembling a mouth on the aliens.) Pressing down on the trigger, it lets
forth a rather impressive, if invisible beam. Managing to strike on of
the police vechiles, it vaporizes a good part of the armor, taking that
one out of commission. With this, the maser pistol heats up noticably,
and the shuttle drops alarmingly as the internal engine tries to take care
of the brief power surge. As the shuttle steadied himself again, Cyborg
took time for a few more shots - this time letting out a burst of three
quick pulses, the pistol explodes in his face. Momentarily distracted and
in even greater pain, Cyborg loses a precious few seconds when the shuttle
drops and spins out of control. Closing the hatch shut, he blindly reached
for the safety harness and hoped that the upcoming crash would not be _too_
bad......
Cyborg
Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc.
- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 21:55:49 (MDT)
The Aforementioned cruised in space. Remote scans indicated a feverish
belated response to the attack, which had been quick, less than an hour,
all told. Signs also indicated that the improbability containment was successful.
Now, the shipmind took notice of two things. The Vulcan vessel, identified
with information culled from Mel and Elisia's report, seemed to be resisting
the mentalic deflection grid. No surprise, given the Vulcan's single minded
nature and mentalic ability. They would be ignored for now. They resumed
the search for the Far Star, it's signature slated to red flag the minute
if emerged from Lurkerspace...
Infinitech
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- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 22:32:38 (MDT)
Elisia watched the sensor sweeps from Lurkside as the Previously
Aforementioned moved toward the Zerg swarm. They had no direct experience
with them, but there were interesing parallels between them and another
Alien species Infitech had dealt with before. The Zerg seemed more intelligent
and less predatory (and didn't have a Flourine based blood chemistry),
but still, would be quite formidable... Elisia almost felt sorry for the
Aforementioned. Diverting her attention from the display, she looked over
as Mel and Darva sought to put together a jury rigged transporter out of
nano-altered ship matter to test out a suggestion Darva had to avoid an
ignominous end to her and Mel.
Infinitech
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- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 22:46:02 (MDT)
*Just outside of Los Angeles the stolen National Guard M1A2 Main
Battle tank creeked to a halt. Now out of gas It was going no further.
The pursuing force of combined police forces, S.W.A.T. teams, pissed off
National Guards, Army soldiers, and Marine grunts quickly circle the tank.
"COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD!" shouted one of the police officers.
TDK popped open the hatch and raised his head out to take a look around.
Everyone in the area was facing his direction and had at least one gun
pointed at him. Then, near the edge of the circle around him he saw a helicopter
land and some very official looking men stepped out. He lifted himself
out of the tank and casually walked to the parked Apache. As he reached
the line of police, several officers tried to get some handcuffs on him,
but TDK calmly knocked them aside. Then after walking past several lines
of guns trained on him, another voice shouted out "OPEN FIRE!" The hail
of bullets simply passed through TDK. Granted, he was now about as consistent
as a peice of swiss cheese, (I guess one could call him hole-y) but he
kept walking right up to the chopper. Upon reaching it, he ripped open
the canopy and pulled the pilot out of his seat and tossed him on the ground.
TDK then placed himself in the pilots seat and started pushing levers.
Granted he had no idea how to fly the thing but he did manage to get it
off the ground again and start it moving. After some wavering back and
forth, he turned the Apache Eastward and flew off.*
TDK
- Thursday,
October 21, 1999 at 23:51:17 (MDT)
*Cheesybean sat in his command chair with a smile... the attack
on Yahnorni had gone well. Just then a spider came onto his chair* Oh...
what do you want? *"I belive you should make contact with a Xanarious ship...
it holds a suprise..."* Whats that supposed to mean? *The spider grinned
smugly with its electronic matrix "You shall see..."* Yeah, I will, because
your gonna tell me! *"We shall se...AARRRGGG!!" Cheesybean grabs the spider,
puts it in a glass and shakes it around* Now tell me you filthy insect
drone! *"Whaaa... Ok, Ok!" Cheesybean stops shaking the spider around "A
new force has arrived... its from a different universe... it has siezed
a Xanarious ship during the fighting and its own vessel is damaged..."*
There.. that wasent so hard was it? Now bugger off... *Cheesybean grabs
the spider and throws it to a group of spiders doing a spot check on a
computer...* Damn things... *Cheesybean turns to his communication officer*
OK, open a channel to the ship that spider mentioned... Give it standard
greetings of welcome.
Field
Marshal Woodlouse
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 03:31:55 (MDT)
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