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The Lurker Council, meanwhile, was sitting in the Far Star's main
reception area. A holonet sat in the middle of the room, displaying what
Mel and Elisia had in mind for them. 'Basically, what we've found is that
Lurkerspace is more... fundamental than Posterspace. Changes here will
affect the conditions of the other. Also, as Lurkerspace is mostly empty,
the field equations for it condense down very nicely. Our plan is to, via
our Inflationary drive, to generate a change in the basic structure of
this space time continuum. It is minor, and will not affect anything within
the universe, however, it will cause the basic quantum resonance frequency
of all matter here to reassign itself to a completely random value. As
a result, Infinitech will lose it's lock on our universe, preventing it
from viewing or transferring
Infinitech
<[email protected]>
- Friday,
October 22, 1999 at 22:20:07 (MDT)
there is much waiting outside. i do not know why. i do not like
it. more come. waiting stops. the others stop. a blast of rage. until now,
i have not known what death is. i have heard of it. there is much death.
many feelings go. much anger. much death. too much death. i do not like
it.
Last One
<i do not like it.>
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 13:58:59 (MDT)
This Cyborg Stan person was good. Real good. In the confusion, Ash'is
manages to pilot a stolen transport up to his family's residence. Leaping
out with a small band of Returners that he brought with him, he reactivates
the security system. While his squad moves down the hallways, he keys in
a message. Hopefully, this will alert the rest. Hefting his (only somewhat
illegal) plasma assualt weapon, he takes off.
Ash'is
of the Returners
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 14:42:46 (MDT)
The fleet raced through the depths of space, heading for Xanarius
Prime. Dropping into normal space at the edge of the system, they prepared
to make their presence known.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 15:44:28 (MDT)
Alarms went off on the Xanarius homeworld. 50 ships had entered
the system. Big, ugly green ships covered with strange writing. The Woodlice
watching the scanners wasted no time in calling a general alert.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 15:55:30 (MDT)
Meanwhile, back in Sol system the Mobile Starbase was ready to leave.
Admiral Skarak's forces also prepared to depart, leaving 3 Light Cruisers
in the system, under the command of Captain Vorgen. Captain S'Trerak, commanding
the Battlecruiser _Balanced_Equation_, was also instructed to remain in
the area.
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 16:06:38 (MDT)
Ed Jensen walked onto the bridge of the captured Xanarious ship
chewing a KFC drumstick he'd stolen from the cargo hold, and fell over.
This was nothing to do with being badly-coordinated, ill, weak, drunk or
drugged, but Gaazkhi had spread so many cables across the floor of the
area that it was almost impossible not to. "Turn that music down!",he shouts.
"And what's the bug doing on-screen?", he says, pointing at the main bank
of screens which have lit up with a very annoyed Field Marshall Woodlouse's
face. "Talking gibberish again", came the reply. "I can't figure out their
language at all, even when I can hear them talk". "Hmm", came the voice
of Ne'eg SkiWaa, walking onto the bridge in the middle of the conversation.
After contact was made with the Transport, they'd flown him across in a
Suit, leaving 1st Lieutenant Gaakhin (Gachin) Noffir in command of the
ship while SkiWaa and chief Tech officer N'affaritt Gorghoi worked out
a way to modify one of the airlocks or hangar bays to fit the WolfHound
inside so she could be repaired more easily. Since the ship had not been
completely explored yet, they were still trying to find the best possible
place. Meanwhile, Gaazkhi tried to make sense of the ship's computer control
system and any communications which periodcally came in.
Status
Report; Busy and Confused
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 19:43:23 (MDT)
Meanwhile, in 'her' cell, she was reading a rather good book she
had brought with her and waiting for something to happen...
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 19:47:49 (MDT)
*Tristan got over his momentary surprise over seeing someone just
appear in his cell* Yes, I was wondering when you guys were gonna show
up. But before I go meet the council, you might want to wait until I've
officially been released. The Imps didn't exactly appreciate my jailbreak
attempt and probably would not like a second attempt, especially since
the only way to guarantee my freedom was to join their ranks until I find
a way out of this universe and back into my own. Besides, I'd rather not
do anything so formal looking and smelling the way I do in this outfit.
*The Lurker sniffs the air in the cell. Lurk.Op.: "Yes, I see. As soon
as you are released and given a decent change of clothes we will contact
you again." With that the Lurker Operative dissapeared just as quickly
as he came. Tristan then turns to the orange spider beside him on the bench.*
And believe it or not, I STILL can't smell anything on this armor. My sense
of smell just doesn't ever work right.
Tristan
- Saturday,
October 23, 1999 at 20:48:55 (MDT)
On the Xanarius homeworld: "omigod! It's the Ur-Quan!" "Let's not
panic, let's find out what they want..." "But what if they... they.. ",
"OK, then we'll panic!"
Scottty
<[email protected]>
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 09:52:31 (MDT)
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