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"Greetings to Woodlouse House Xanarius. This is Ur-Quan Lord #17,
in command of the Heirarchy 5th Task Force. We have come at the request
of our friends the Vulcans, who tell us that you have made alliance with
them against the Galatic Empire. Since you are allies of the Vulcans, you
are also *our* allies. From our own analysis of the situation, we observe
that you wish to consolidate your control over the other Woodlouse houses,
and eliminate all resistance. This is understandable, and has our approval.
We are here to help."
Ur-Quan
Lord#17 <[email protected]>
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 09:53:01 (MDT)
On
a routine security sweep, the cellblock computer flags a discrepency between
what was noted down in records, and what was detected via the scanners.
Marissa's former cell was marked 'vacant - prisoner expired' - yet it *wasn't*
vacant. There was somebody in there. The security scanners high up in the
featureless walls gathered more data: Humanoid, possibly human, probably
female, apparel correlates roughly to Earth standards, estimated age as
14-15 Terran. Though similar, this odd specimen (*very* odd..) was definitely
not Marissa. The cellblock supervisor was notified. Peering down at the
bored teen female, and knowing from previous experience that bored teen
females were considered *extremely* dangerous, he changes the cell status
from 'empty' to 'contains unidentified toxic lifeform' and sets up a closer
observation of the creature. Meanwhile, in the next cell down.. Tristan's
cell door whooshes open to reveal a pair of heavily armed stormtroopers
flanking the doorway. Entering his cell, a third trooper carrying a cloth
measuring tape, a roll of gray fabric and a sewing kit looks him up and
down. 'Pheww! Alexei wants me to work with *this*?' (reaches up to activate
helmet air filters) 'Barbaric Terrans.. Guards! Escort the prisoner to
the showers. I can't do anything with it until it's been decontaminated...'
The two guards enter, grab the befuddled prisoner who was just waking up,
and frog marches him to the showers. From outside was heard much kicking
and screaming, followed by heavy thudding and the ominous sound of a blaster's
safety being clicked off... silence. The pair of stormtroopers emerge with
a sealed case containing TDK's body armor and dirty laundry. Inside, there
is much colorful Terran cursing. Thankfully for Tristan's peace of mind,
he couldn't hear the stormtroopers outside... or their girlish giggling....
Narrator
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 11:06:35 (MDT)
"Greetings
in peace. This is Captain Vorgen of the Vulcan Science Fleet. We are seeking
information regarding a stolen protomatter terraforming device. This technology
is very dangerous in the wrong hands. Anyone with information on the subject
is asked to contact us right away."
VDF Crucible,
all channels < vulcans@subspace>
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 15:19:45 (MDT)
'E'z
a live one, no?' 'Ya, und cute too..' 'Vat!? Anya, yuv veen in zat armor
too long..' 'Yor telling me!' *The two female stormtroopers appear to be
absolutely silent and at attention. Built in helmet radio trancievers can
be such a convenience...* 'E'z got a goot roit hook too.. Goot ting ze
belly armor iz padded..' 'Ya, vas fun peeling im out of e'z feelthy cloths
tho!' *Blissfully unaware of the giggling guards, Tristan emerges from
the showers with a towel around his waist and is marched off to the tailor's
office. Bemoaning the cold steel deckplates and the lack of a decent pair
of slippers..*
Narrator
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 15:36:05 (MDT)
Noticing the Zerg swarm, S'Tranak lauched several probes, with orders
to go mow down some Overlords. With phasers charged and ready, the black
cylindrical class-1's shot forth from the underside of the ship, becoming
briefly visible as they left the cloaking field before flashing into Warp.
S'Tranak
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 15:56:41 (MDT)
"Target located. Phasers ready. Beginning attack run."
Vulcan
Remote Probe #11
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 15:59:22 (MDT)
*Opens a channel to the Ur-Quan* Greetings friends! I'm Admiral
DoNok Xanarious, official Woodlouseian representative to the Anti-Imperial
Armada. On behalf of the Woodlouseian Imperium welcome to Xanarious Prime,
brothers in arms!
Admiral
DoNok Xanarious
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 16:09:19 (MDT)
The Zerg overlords' enhanced senses quickly detected the incoming
probes, and several scourges were sent to intercept.
- Sunday,
October 24, 1999 at 16:29:28 (MDT)
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