Post Halloween Party Stress Syndrome
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"Where is my Biker stuff? Return it or face the wrath of The Phantom."
He races back toward the hiddden passages. In his haste, he fails to notice that he stepped in grape jelly and is leaving a trail. The Scooby Gang...
SunAeryn -- “What? No Cool Whip?”
yells Sun as she wipes pumpkin pie out of her eyes. She then starts helping her fellow Gang memebers to wipe off pumpkin pie. As she's helping Ragnar get pie outa his ears, she notices a purple globby trail.....
"Hey Gang!" Sun yells over the mummering voices.
"Look! A clue!" She points to the trail.....the others look and SWORD(still sort of in Brownie Man mode) leads the Gang on the chase. Will the "Scooby Scapers" ever catch the illusive FarScape Phantom? Will the Phantom ever get the grape jelly stains out of his/her/it's/their/whatever's pants? (I think he/she/it/they/them/whatever sat in a tub of it) Tune in next time!
Annisette -- The Sublime Portal?
The Scooby Gang still had not caught up with Annisette. After catching up with Leaped, and gathering the new crew from the Dominion Archives, they had one by one made it to the dock where the long boat waited...
"Wow! Ragner, THIS is a long boat?" SunAeryn was astonished to see that beyond the stark upper deck, the lower decks were plush, so plush that she thought she was in a penthouse suite.
Smooth leather couches, highly polished teak surfaces and recessed lighting added to the ambiance. A fully fitted galley was just beyond. TickTick's eyes opened wide at the sight of the stereo system built right into one bulkhead and she perused his collection of CDs. "Well, no wonder you decided to sleep on your boat all the time!"
Ragnar smiled broadly and picked up his copies of "MODERN VIKING" and "HOUSE and LONGBOAT" and flipped them over to the girls. "Really great ideas in here too."
Sword had set the robots in position at the two great oars, ready to begin on the command of any one of the gang.
He rushed down into the cabin, but he had seen the place already and didn't react like the others..."I've got some maps too...they're old, but I think they might help a bit."
And he set them down on the table, and spread them out. The gang gathered around..."Okay, here we are....." And he pointed to the map.
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Annisette had pushed open the back of the armoire and expected that after a short trip through the interior corridors, she would just go through one more door and find herself back inside the Dominion House. She'd say BOO! and all her friends would laugh and then they would go to the Halloween Party.
But she was lost. Horribly lost. Annisette pulled the cobwebs off her face and leaned on the stone wall and exhaled. "Oh Frell!"
She had retraced her steps, but she couldn't find the armoire again. Somewhere she had lost the bunny ears and now held on the bunny tail tightly like a talisman. She had added those to the leather pants, boots and jacket that she had put on at the Phantom's lair just for a laugh. But now she wasn't laughing.
Annisette pushed her back against the wall dejected when, suddenly she felt it give way and a strange orange glow became visible between the chinks of the stone. She whirled and pushed harder. The block of stone swing open and she felt herself pulled by a wave of energy through the portal.
"Now where am I going?" She looked back and threw the Bunny tail back into the corridor and then was sucked into the glow.
TickTick -- Of Maps, Boats, and Jelly
TickTick popped a CD of Wagner into the player. "Ride of the Walkures" (sp) began sounding throughout the cabin.
Ragnar looked up from the map. "Wagner?"
"Well..." TickTick grinned. "We ARE on a Viking boat... I figured it would set the mood."
Sword chuckled and turned back to the map. "So if this is the dock, and that is the ballroom..."
SunAeryn pointed to a spot. "What's that?"
"The Phantom's ballroom. That big empty room down from the kitchen..." Leaped traced a line on the map.
"And this is the grotto," Ragnar added.
TickTick wandered over to the table, reading the CD cover. She accidentally bumped into the table and knocked the map off.
"Oh, dren, I'm sorry!" she said and bent to pick up the map. As she began to place it back on the table, the gleam of a light shone through the paper.
"Hey! Wait, Ticker!" Sword exclaimed. Grabbing the map, he held it up to the light...
"What is that? A secret room?" SunAeryn peered at the map carefully.
Leaped grinned. "A secret room. Looks like it's just past the grotto, somewhere behind the wall here..." he added, pointing.
Everyone glanced up at the Ticker and smiled.
"What?" she asked, dropping the CD cover on the table.
"How do you do it? You always find these things," Sword asked with a grin.
"The luck of the Irish, er, the Elvish, I guess." TickTick shrugged. "I'm accident prone- sometimes they're happy accidents."
"Well, Ragnar, call the crew." Sword leapt to his feet. "Now we know where to go!"
The longboat began to make its way from the dock...
Annisette -- A wormhole?
Just before the glow consumed her, Annisette thought she heard music echoing down the stone corridors. "The Valkeries? Wagner?. Finally!" Annisette knew her friends were coming.
But the orange glow quickly had become a torrent of light. Feeling like she was riding the white water rapids, Annisette rode the spectral waves out, tumbling, twisting, churning and losing all sense of right side up and upside down. In one last burst of light, she was flung free and spilled out into a place she had only dreamt about.
Annisette looked at the surface of the floor where her face had temporarily planted itself. A small yellow mechnoid beeped into her nose high view of the floor, its attennae waving. She somersaulted and righted, remaining in a low crouch. Incredulous, the wonder played across her face. "MOYA?" she whispered to the chamber.
"Oh my G..............!"
RagnarRB -- An arrival.....
The sound of the buzzer stirred the Phantom from his reverrie. Checking his instrument panel he checked the readouts. Ah his first guest had arrived!
It had taken him awhile but the Moya duplicate was complete. Built in the depths benieth Farscape house it should prove quite a challenge to the Scooby gang.
Now to get the rest of them just where he wanted them. He checked on their progress. Well it wouldn't pay to make it too easy.
Pushing a button he launched his latest attack...
RagnarRB -- How could it be!?
The phantom had just sat back to watch the incomming assult on the longboat when yet another buzzer sounded. Oh oh it was in the Moya double! Intruder alert!
Jumping to his feet he bagan pushing buttons, slowly he got a camara to focus. A figure wearing his biker leathers was slowly getting to her feet. "No not again!" he gasped his mind instantly awirl. She was supposed to be safely trapped in the corridors around the bedroom! This could ruin everything! He was just about to begin production!
Oh those blasted Scooby gangers! Meddling, meddling, meddling. He would have to keep the others at bay or all could be lost!
SWORDandMUG -- Rescue mission or trap?
Ragnar bent over the sonar and examined the canal channel for outcroppings that could damage the hull of the longboat. He knew that they were relatively safe as longboats are well adapted to sailing shallow waters, yet he was taking no chances when approaching the lair (a lair?) of the Phantom.
"My, but you certainly have a lot of spiffing equipment, Ragnar," TickTick says as she plays with buttons.
"Please don't... touch those," Ragnar asks as he pulls her hands away. "Why don't you... play with the stereo..."
TickTick makes a pouty face and goes to investigate the CD collection. Ragnar continues to monitor the sonar. He nearly misses a blip but then recalls his attention to it.
"He is a sly one," Ragnar mutters. "Everyone, I believe I have found the entrance. Is there anyone who can't swim?"
"Damn!" SWORD mutters, knowing full well that a swim is going to be rough on his leather clothes. TickTick echoes his sentiments.
"There is probably a hidden entrance," SunAeryn suggests, "but we may be able to activate it from the inside."
"That's too dangerous," the big viking informs her.
"I'll go with her," Leaped offers grabbing his leather hat and his bullwhip.
SunAeryn removes her heavy leather PK jacket, grabs a creme puff launcher, and dives over the side of the longboat. She is followed closely by Leaped who is similarly armed. The crew waits for several tense minutes. Finally, Ragnar decides that he is going in after them when they hear a mechanized door activate. A launch lowers toward the longboat, and Leaped walks forward, pie creme spattered upon his hat but otherwise unmarked.
"We got it," he calls and helps the others to disembark.
Ragnar grabs his backpack of gear. "A dungoneer always goes prepared," he says offhandedly to himself.
"How did it go, Leaped?" SWORD asks his chum. "You look like you had a brush with some trouble."
"He was amazing!" SunAeryn interjects. "He spotted these pie launching floor panels, but seeing that he was unable to disarm them, he ran the gauntlet. He just took a little shrapnel!"
"Aw, it was nothing," he says as the proceed down the corridor. They hear a sound behind them (no, it's not bells!) and turn to see a giant creme puff rolling towards them.
"Holy Dren!" they shout in unison and run straight down the hallway. The creme puff gains speed with each foot that it turns and the they find themselves losing ground.
"Look!" TickTick shouts, "There's a doorway!"
Ragnar runs forward and smashes through the door. The others pour through the doorway behind him, and the creme puff rolls past and crashes into the wall at the end of the corridor. Creme filling sprays in all directions in multiple incandescent colors.
"That was just too close," SunAeryn breathes heavily. "Where are we?"
SWORD pulls out the map once again and holds the candle up behind it.
"Based on this... there should be a secret opening in this wall somewhere..." he says with the map in one hand and the other feeling the nooks and cranies in the stone wall face. TickTick moves forward to help him when the wall tilts forward, and both fall through.
"No!!" shouts Ragnar, but as quickly as it opened, the wall closes again. He beats upon the wall with his huge fists, but nothing happens.
"This looks bad," Leaped says as he leans against the wall. A stone gives way, and the floor opens up into a huge shoot. Ragnar, Leaped, and SunAeryn feel themselves falling. They feel themselves engulfed in a flash of light and on one hell of a great rollercoster ride.
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There is a bright flash of light and a sink drain sensation, and SWORD and TickTick find themselves landing on a hard floor with a hefty "oof." SWORD looks up to see a pair of booted feet in front of his face. He raises his head and finds a pulse rifle lowered at him. Six black garbed figures surround them. The male figure in front of him gives him an order, but he cannot understand as the speech sounds like someone playing a record backwards.
"Look, could you repeat that?" SWORD says as he starts to get to his feet. The figure kicks, and he falls hard. "Mighty polite, aren't they," he says with blood dribbling from his mouth.
"SWORD," TickTick says a bit nervously, "this does not seem like fun anymore."
"Yeah," he mutters as they are surrounded, "it seems like the stakes just went up. We're surrounded by Peacekeeper commandos on what looks to be Moya!"
:-{>
Annisette -- Fruit cake ala mode?
Sword shook his head to clear the effects of the harsh blow.
He started counting the boots trying to judge his chances of escape. It didn't look good. So far he counted twelve.
TickTick looked grim. "We are frelled!" And she sat up and glanced worriedly at Sword.
"PSSSST! PSSSSST!" TickTick swiveled around at the sound coming from behind the grating in the closest bulkhead. Her ears had picked up the soft whisper.
"Hey! PSSSSST!" Annisette peeked out from her hiding place in the access panel but put her finger to her lips to silence TickTick's greeting. Slowly, Annisette passed silently through the grating and crouched out of view of the Peacekeepers carrying two metal cylinders with large nozzles on them. She motioned quickly to her compadres.
Sword had now seen her and raised his eyebrows first one, then the other, then both, signaling that he understood her plan. TickTick nodded her assent.
With a huge roar, Annisette sprang out from her hiding place, tossed a cylinder to TickTick and the two opened fire on the surprised peacekeepers. "YAHOOOOOOO! WE GOT YOU NOW!" FIZZZZZZZZZZZZ! FIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Two went down instantly.
From the cylinders came a pressurized rushing torrent that beat back their captures. FIZZZZZZZZ! Two more succumbed.
Sword had rolled out of the line of fire and now supported the girls in their attack. One after the other, he threw pie bombs....SPLAT>>>>SPLAT! Another, then another.
Amazingly, the peacekeeper line disintegrated under the onslought. Not only that the peacekeepers, themselves disintegrated. Down to mere....CRUMBS!
"What? They're turning to crumbs?" TickTick was aghast! She looked at her cylinder. "Anni, what the hezmana is this stuff?"
"It's soda water....!" Sword was examing the remains of their former enemies. "And they were pie clones!"
" What they are PIES-KEEPERS?" TickTick couldn't understand. "But they hurt you Sword? The blood? From a baked good?"
"Yes, Tick," Annisette reassured her, "And made from the hardest stuff known to mankind...last year's Christmas Fruitcake!"
"Oh, no wonder!" The three all looked at each other,weary, yet comforted by their victory.
"But, it's not over...there are hundreds more!" Annisette cried.
And the gang knew they needed more help.
TickTick -- Rollercoasters and fruit cake soldiers
Leaped, SunAeryn, and Ragnar tumbled down a long tube.
"AAAAAUUUGGGHHH!"
"HEEEEELLPPPPPPP!"
"SOMEBODY STOP THIS THING!!!"
Suddenly they began to slow down. Sliding slower and slower, Ragnar had a chance to look around.
"Hey!" He yelled back to the others, "Does this look familiar?"
The dark tube had become kind of red, with spine-like supports wrapped around it. A dim light glowed in the distance.
"I think we might be able to slow down if we braced against the walls," Leaped shouted. SunAeryn immediately shoved her arms and legs against the tunnel.
WHAM!
"Oof! Sorry, Sun!" Ragnar said as he slammed into her, forcing her to hit Leaped. Leaped's arm flailed out and hit a small black square. It rang out with a metal clang.
"What's that?" SunAeryn asked as they held themselves against the walls.
Leaped peered at it. "Looks like some sort of covering plate. It's got writing on it..."
"What is that? Heiroglyphics?"
SunAeryn looked more closely. "Nah... I've seen that before. Where have I seen it before?"
"What's this button?" Ragnar asked, and then pressed it.
The black plate opened and a handle popped out. Leaped, Ragnar, and SunAeryn looked at each other.
"What the yotz," Leaped said with a grin. "What's the worst that could happen?"
"We could get shot out into space or something," Ragnar said wryly.
"No, we've still gotta be somewhere in the house." SunAeryn smiled grimly and pulled the handle.
A loud whirring noise started and a grate opened up below them. Nodding to each other, they dropped one by one into the hole...
and landed on top of each other in a dark room.
"Where are we?" SunAeryn asked, climbing off of Ragnar. Leaped pulled himself to his feet and looked around.
"I can't see a thing. Can you, Ragnar?" he asked.
Ragnar got up and wandered around in the dark. "Anybody got a light?"
A small flickered started from where SunAeryn was standing.
"A lighter?" Leaped asked.
"I was saving it for the next celebrity birthday. So I could light the candles on Gigi's cake..." she smiled.
Following the light, they made their way around the walls until they found a small switch. Leaped flipped it, wincing in fear...
And light flooded into an exact replica of Moya's Terrace.
"Okaaaaayyyy...." Ragnar said slowly.
"Interesting place you have here, Phantom," SunAeryn murmured. The Scooby Gangers looked around in wonder...
RagnarRB -- Somebody pinch me!
"We didn't build the Farscape house in Kansas did we? I KNOW the river Scifi didn't carry us that far!"
Ragnar was slowly spinning in circles looking all about. It was unreal, or maybe too real.
"Wow...look at that." SunAeryns voice was nearly a whisper. She had moved further across the room and stood staring at what could only be a view of space...couldn't it.
Ragnar and Leaped moved to stand beside her. Her face was alive with wonder! Leaped's eyes were wide, and Ragnar's jaw wouldn't quite close. The stars! They actually moved. "Naw that cann't be real!"
Supersticiously non supersticious Ragnar poked a finger at the clear shielding. It seemed solid enough. SunAeryn began pointing out constellations she had heard of or seen before.
"Look its orions belt!"
"Any the big dipper!" Leaped added.
Ragnar squinted, yep the northstar was right where it should be. "Yeh I see. But if these are stars viewed from earth? Then we must still be there!" Hastially he began to check his creampuff launcher.
oh that crawling feeling creeping up his neck.....
in2d3 -- RagnarRB wakes from a horrible dream
He wakes up and realizes that he only dreamed that Annisette was missing. Actually the entire gang was still sound asleep in the ballroom. He thinks to himself that his Farscape withdrawls are getting worse. Now he's dreaming about the Phantom having a full scale Moya built below the basement somewhere. Maybe its time for the Scooby Gang to set up one of their patented traps for the Phantom and instead of the other way around. He wakes the group and they begin planning for the final showdown.
SWORDandMUG -- Ragnar? Ragnar?
SunAeryn waves here hand in front of Ragnar's face. She snaps her fingers.
"What has happened to him?" Leaped asks.
SunAeryn shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know. He was starring at the stars, and he suddenly blinked out mentally."
She pinches him, but he does not react.
"Ouch!" SunAeryn finds that odd that she pinches Ragnar but hears ouch from behind her. She turns to see Leaped holding his foot.
"Darn thing poked me in the foot!"
She looks down and sees a small white bug-like motorized car with flexible flashlights. No, wait that's a DRD!
"Ow!" she says and sees another beside her foot, withdrawing a needle. She kicks at it, but it whirrs away to the other side of Ragnar where it begins to do the same to him
"Hey!" Ragnar yells as he slips from his strange reverie. He sees the small DRD and looks confused. "This just does not make any sense," he says as he holds his head.
"Is he going to be okay?" Leaped asks.
:-{>
SWORDandMUG -- “beep beep beep”
As Ragnar tries to clear his thoughts, the DRD moves away and begins to beep at that them. Cautiously, the approach it. The small robot opens up and a mini projector emerges on an arm. The light within the camera flickers, and a holographic image of a Phantom mask appears amidst the playing of organ music.
"Attention Scooby Gangers! You have trespassed into my domain and upset my plans for Farscape World. Your untimely bumbling has caused a mishap in the computer, and the program is running prematurely and out of control. I cannot help you. You will have to find your own way out. And clean up after yourselves! Tread not upon my doorstep again!"
The image fades.
"…clean up after yourselves?" Leaped murmurs. "Hey! I bet the Phantom is Lynn! She always makes us clean up after the parties!"
"Don't jump to silly conclusions," SunAeryn says. "We've got a real problem on our hands here."
The DRD makes another whirring sound. They see a gun appear from an access port.
"Oh crud!" Leaped yells and dives to the side. SunAeryn takes cover behind Ragnar who is still shaking the effects of his reverie.
The DRD fires. Whipped cream engulfs Ragnar. He staggers back sputtering and trips over SunAeryn. Leaped looks for something to do to help and then remembers his whip. He uncoils it and SNAP! The whip grabs the DRD by the gun port and flicks it across the terrace.
"Grab Ragnar, and let's get outta here!" Leaped says to SunAeryn. They each grab the big viking by an arm and head for the chamber door.
:-{>
SunAeryn -- “Whoa big Fella!”
SunAeryn & Leaped drag Ragnar out of the terrace and into the hallway. They stop to check out the scene...Ragnar keeps moving...still not quite out of his reverie. "Leaped! Grab him!" Sun yells at Leaped who's intranced by being in the Moya replicante. "We need to stick togehter now more than ever. We've already lost Anni, SWORD and TickTick. I'm not gonna go looking for either of you if you get lost!" Sun tells Leaped. She heads for what she hopes is the command center of this thing. Sun thinks that if this is built like Moya...then there has to bbe a way to communicat with the other lost "Scooby Gang" memebers. "Leaped...bring Ragnar and follow me." Sun Tells Leaped.
"And just who put you in charge little one?" Leaped asked Sun
"Well I didn't see either of you jumping at trying to figure out HOW we are suppose to find the lost memebers of our gang." Sun shoots back. "And if you want to live to make it outa here...Don't call me little one! I may be little but I can drop you on your frellin' ass." Sun says...realizing that she's getting an "Aeryn" like attitude. Leaped looks at SunAeryn and says, "Um, Sun...this is just a replicante Moya...not the real thing. And I'm sorry about the little one comment. I meant it as a term of endearment."
" I know it's not the real Moya! Fine. Lets get Ragnar and find the command center. From there hopefully we can use the Comm loud speaker to contact the others...if they are here." Sun says grabing one of Ragnar's arms as Leaped grabs the other. The small group heads in the general direction of the Command Center......
TickTick -- Countdown....
"Attention, Scooby Gangers! You have trespassed on the property of the Phantom and as such have prematurely activated the game! It is up to you to find your way out. I will have nothing further to do with this simulation"
The recorded voice of the Phantom sounded throughout the hallway as Sword, TickTick, and Annisette wandered the corridors.
"What was that? He's leaving us here?" Sword asked in amazement.
"With no way out... could we get out the way we got in?"
TickTick suggested, looking around for a grate or access panel.
Annisette frowned. "I don't know about you people but I got in through some sort of wormhole."
"So did we... I guess there's no 'exit' wormhole," Sword replied.
The three walked further into the corridor. DRDs scurried about, but now seemed to ignore the Scooby Gangers since the simulation had been deactivated by the Phantom.
"I wonder which tier we're on. Where is Command?" Annisette said to herself out loud.
TickTick frowned. "I have no sense of direction whatsoever. I wonder where the others are."
Sword stumbled over a DRD. "Sorry there, kiddo," he said to it as it beeped in protest. "Guess it thinks I'm D'Argo."
They turned a corner and found themselves in Moya's mess hall.
"Cool! Just like the real one!" Annisette ran over and opened the refrigeration unit. Pulling out a tray she discovered...
"Brown food cubes," Sword murmered, going over and looking into the tray.
"Ohh, not like my brownies..." TickTick picked up one and peered at it nervously. Eyeing the other two she hesitantly took a bite.
"EEEEWWWW! Tastes worse than I thought!" she said.
"What do they taste like?" Sword asked, taking one and studying it. Annisette sniffed the tray and grimaced.
"Like year old fruitcake." The Ticker threw it on the floor and wandered away. A DRD hurried over and swept it up.
"Real working DRDs, food cubes, fruitcake Peacekeepers... if the others are here, I'm sure they're having a great time figuring this out." Annisette grinned at the thought.
"Ladies," Sword cut in, "we need to figure out how to find them. Even if this Moya isn't as big as the real one, it could take quite a while."
"Maybe we should try to find Command. See if there is a loudspeaker or something," TickTick said. The three nodded at each other and made their way out of the mess hall...
Annisette -- Smugglers?
"But what I can't understand is why go to all the trouble?" Unless maybe someone was hiding something she thought.
Annisette spun and waved at all the elaborate recreation of Moya's interior. Ticker paused and felt the burnished bulkhead closest to her. "It looks pretty close, downright scary!" The three continued dodging and avoiding the errant Pies-Keepers fizzing some as they went. FIZZZZZZZZ!
"Look out!" Sword shouted and pushed Ticker who pushed Anni out of the way of a falling ceiling panel in the corridor. They landed one on top of the other in a heap.
"OOOMMMPPHHH!" Annisette at the bottom of the pile up couldn't breathe at the unexpected quilt of Ticker and Sword that now draped over her.
"Are you comfy, can I get you a pillow?" SunAeryn called from the archway at the human jumble. Ragnar and Leaped filed in behind her and smirked at the scene. "Should we come back later?" TickTick half smiled back.
"Just help me up! Sword pushed up and grabbed Ragnar's outstreched palm as TickTick grabbed the other.
Annisette laughed painfully as she tried to sit, but stopped as she noticed something odd. The ceiling panel was disintegrating. Not into crumbs, but into nothing. And spots and holes were now growing all around on Moya's surface.
"Uh guys! We have a new problem...!" Ragnar noticed the same thing
"What's happening?" SunAeryn touched the wall and it disappeared.
"I'm not sure" TickTick now saw rock and stone poking through the floor too.
Ragnar and Leaped pivoted and Sword looked around too.
"The whole thing is a hologram or something...at least pieces are..." Sword could still see the command desk in what remained of the control center through the archway.
SunAeryn sprinted very PK-like to the desk standing alone on a stone outcropping reachable only by a narrow bridge of rocky boulders. She spied a control for loudspeakers, promptly threw the switch to OFF and the organ music and the Phantom's eery voice droned to a stop.
"Finally!" Ticker's ears were throbbing from the loudness of the noise.
"Uh, guys?" SunAeryn was still looking t the control panel.
"What would someone need vats, barrels, and a boiler for?"
"An engine?'
"No!" Sword's head perked up. "You need those in a distillery!"
"A Distillery? What for?" The gang was dumbfounded.
"What do you think?" Sword just waited. Slowly the realization hit them one by one.
"So that's it!" Annisette blinked at Ticker and SunAeryn who blinked at Leaped who blinked at Ragnar. "Of course!"
"Someone's been making...."
"And bottling...."
"And smuggling!....." They gang all chimed in!
"Punch of Doom!" They had discovered the secret!Or had they?
The gang looked at the other switch. This one said "Phantom Hologram."
"Oh no! The Phantom may not behind this after all!"
"Then who?" And the gang all moved further into the disappearing Moya cavern looking for clues.
RagnarRB -- The great big empty
A distillery! Now that explained a lot. For weeks now PUNCH OF DOOM and a chorus of by products had been appearing in the Farscape house in unusuall numbers. Nearly everywhere you turned was another mention of PUNCH and its amazing qualities. None of them had even thought to wonder on where it all came from! It had been right before them the whole time and they hadn't seen it.
Ragnar shook his head, he KNEW he had his slower moments, always had, but even the others had missed this!
SunAeryn, Annisette, and TickTick were cloistered around the control desk pointing and speaking in hushed tones. TickTick had produced a pad from somewhere and was busy scribbling notes in between the pages of filks. He sure hoped she had developed a shorthand they could all understand.
The Moya illusion continued to disolve around them uneven and splotchy in its speed. It's edges revealing more rock and a smattering of what could only be some sort of projectors. Was each deck a level or part of the illusion. How had it been done? When it was gone would they be specks in a larger cavern or scrunched in another alcove. Ragnar noted that the light seemd to be fading with the ship.
"Look guys, over here!" Sword had done it again. Everyone turned.
Behind the desk and off to the right Sword had found a hidden door and opened it. Ragnar almost instinctived shrunk back awaiting the usuall pie onslought. Nothing happened. Odd, maybe this place wasn't meant to be messed up. Had they indeed found a smugglers sanctum?
"Hey look! It's the old kilt I had the other day."Sword had drug out the once pie splattered garment that had served him until Mrs. H. had provided a lone.It was sparking clean and pressed! "And Anni. Look the boots you wore!" He ducked his head back inside, "And pirate outfits, and bells, and sweaters...and..."
Ragnar raised his hand to his foreward. "Dear friend",he thought, "What is it with you and closets!?"
The gang gathered for a closer look...
SWORDandMUG -- These are the smugglers?
"I would have to say someone has been impersonating us to move about the complex," SWORD says.
"Yeah, and stealing the Punch of Doom recipe," Leaped continues.
"And what else?" Anni asks. "Perhaps the schematics on Moya herself!"
"Wait, I hear someone coming," TickTick says with a hushed but alarmed voice.
"Everyone into the shadows of these rock outcroppings," SunAeryn says, her voice having strangely taken on an Australian accent. "You!" She says pointing at Leaped, "Do you want to get caught? Then stop standing there."
The group moves to various areas to hide, but Leaped lags and instead takes shelter behind fermentation vat.
"Status report…" they hear someone say with a somewhat halting voice.
"It would appear that the Holodeck masking program has been neutralized by the intruders, Captain," comes a completely evenly stated reply as the figures move into view, "however, distillation production continues on the designated schedule."
"Thank you… Mr. Spock," the figure with the gold shirt replies. "Bones? Do you have… anything… to add?"
"Damn it, Jim! I'm a doctor, not a bartender!" the ornery figure in blue responds with a martini glass in his hand.
From their positions in the shadows, the Scooby Gang's jaws dropped. They never would have suspected that such an accurate production could be pulled off by…
"Trekkies!" SWORD whispers. "I can't believe it! I knew they were pissed about B5, but why target us?"
"It’s the lure of the Punch of Doom," Anni whispers. "You can always tell. Look at them. You tell as they have the red on red eyes."
"There's only the three of them," SunAeryn says, "We have the element of surprise. We should move now!"
"No, wait," Ragnar says with a hand on her shoulder. "Look."
A troop of heavily clad figures of various sizes with large head crests bustle through the cavern and into the area.
"Yield to us our Klingon blood wine!" the leader shouts.
"You… Klingon bastards! You… killed my… son!" the gold shirted one says.
"Calm yourself, captain," another voice says, and a bald-headed figure in a red and black uniform steps into the dim light, "You are a Federation officer and must not allow you emotions to misdirect you from your duty!" He then addresses the Klingon cooly, "This is a Federation operation and under Federation jurisdiction; however, we would be most grateful for your assistance in this matter."
Seeing the dozen Trekkies gathered in the cavern, SunAeryn curses. "We should have attacked when we had the upper hand!"
"Not to worry," SWORD says as he begins packing a projectile into his Brown Bess. "I'll circle around behind them and then distract them."
"What kind of ammo is that?" Anni asks. "You're not really going to shoot them, are you?"
"What? These?" he says while loading his twin flint locks and holds up lady fingers for them to see. "My Gram makes these… while their not poisonous, their not fit to eat… Gram can't cook or bake worth a darn, although she makes the best Apple Butter in the world." Anni still looks dubious. "Hey, its not like I brought her pizzelles and am using them as throwing stars. Now THAT could actually hurt or even kill someone! Those things are like roof shingles."
He starts to head out. "Get ready with the heavy artillery. I'll make a stand and draw their attention. Leaped is on the other side—hopefully, he will pick up on what we are doing."
SWORD moves away, and Ragnar digs into his backpack.
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