The Tree-Clubhouse Gang are (almost) grounded
POSTED BY: cozen
UPDATED: Monday, June 6, 2005 16:30
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Quote:
Originally posted by Emma:
*For some reason Emma is feeling brave and decides to wander around the Sereni-Tree by herself trying to find the bridge so she can discuss the new super-cool warp-drive thingemywotsit with TRM*
*EI jumps in front of her waving his arms around with a big scythe*
Oh no
*Emma loses her new found courage and wibbles, trying to keep her bowels intact*
*The EI speaks with a deep and sexy Irish accent*
Emma, we have been seeking you. You have something that belongs to us...
*Emma faints*
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* Emma wakes. She is lying on a couch with a blanket over her. As she opens her eyes and looks around, she realizes that she must be in the Security office reception area. Not far away, she sees a door open and TheRealMe coming out. *
Oh, hi, Emma!
* He gestures back to the door he just came through. *
I have your Enemy Invader locked up in the brig. So, what's this all about? What did it want from you?
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Er....Hi
*Emma thinks (very quickly) about what to do. There is no obvious means of escape. Lie or tell the truth? She decides to...*
You saved me, thank-you. I was worried when I saw the scythe. I mean it doesn't look very friendly does it?
*Emma tries smiling but TRM just stands there with his arms folded tapping his foot*
Oh, yeah right. Er.. well it is like this you see. I was wandering through the SeEnoum system and I came across this scientist. At the time he seemed like a very nice chap and we drank and ate - a lot. I like food you see, I have a very nice stash in my ship, would you like to see?
*TRM scowls*
Ah...well, whilst he was drunk, you see he was one of those EIs and they can't take their drink, he told me about a very exciting new spherical spaceship that defies the laws of astrophysics - even more exciting than your space-folding skills.
Anyway, my ship was a bit of a rust-bucket and so I stole the ship. I haven't even worked out how to use it properly yet. The problem is it was a proto-type and the EIs have been chasing me around the galaxy trying to get it back.
Thats how they ended up on Earth. I was there selling some stuff and they found me. They decided they liked the planet and could chase me anytime and started a war. They really are very bad, you see my 'liberation' of their ship was really a very brave and heroic gesture to save the universe.
*Emma looks hopefully at TRM who looks none too convinced*
I found your ship - very nice it is too - which seemed the obvious way to escape the EIs because of your interstellar reputation for dealing with badness. I never thought they would find it so easy to get on board though. Sorry about that...
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Originally posted by Emma:
Er....Hi
*Emma looks hopefully at TRM who looks none too convinced*
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*While searching for Molly, cozen engages in a bit of eavesdropping. Walks up to Emma and TRM.*
Hmmm. Seems like things might soon turn a bit to the scaryish and warlike. Well, lacking any transdimensional superpowers, looks as if I gotta contribute best I can with what I have, what I can acquire, and what I can make. So, I'll nip out for a bit. Ain't running away, understand? Just prepping.
*Exchanges sarong for leather riding gear and a battered Shoei helmet. "Borrows" Ratboy's rather detuned Triumph. Putts off to Pittsburgh with Kayleeclone riding pillion, there to fire up a recently abandoned steel mill for the purpose of fashioning katana blades.*
*Gets stalled in Steelworker union negotiations.*
***
Work, work.
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* TheRealMe considers Emma's words. *
Ah, I see.
Hmmmm...
Well, we will have to figure out the best way to handle this. But to keep Earth-that-still-is safe, I should think that we need to depart, soon.
* TheRealMe ponders this for a moment. *
Say, you're not related to Rat, by any chance, are you?
Oh, thanks Cozen. Say, did you send off ALL the yeti? I just got an image in my head of 64000 katana-armed yeti samuari.
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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Oh, and what about the meteor troll, Emma? Is it really a member of some advanced race that will bring us enlightenment, or is it just a meteor troll?
* TheRealMe looks up and carefully studies "Nugget's" face, half expecting, and dreading, that it will start speaking in a cultured British accent and start lecturing him on philosophy. *
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* Before he departs the security office, TheRealMe leaves SoulOfSerenity a post-it note explaining what the EI is doing in the brig. *
Well, it looks like some excitement is coming soon. I'll have stay up all night to finish that project I've been working on and give it to Mal-licious.
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TRM, how do I know what kind of troll Nugget is? I bought it/him/her/thing from a Tyroshi trader who assured me 'it' would make an excellent guard. For all I know the troll could be a mutant vegetable changed by a massive blast of radiation.
I am afraid Nugget is all yours now.
*Nugget picks TRM up and gives his face a big lick before searching TRM's hair for lice*
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Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Well, it looks like some excitement is coming soon. I'll have stay up all night to finish that project I've been working on and give it to Mal-licious.
**Static stirs into semi-wakefulness, noting that there is some pending excitement. Without disturbing his beloved TWG, he leans out of the hammock and places his hands on his twin pistols, checking that they are loaded, chambered and within easy reach. He then re-settles himself against TWG, kisses her neck softly and dozes once more, but with a bit more 'tightly coiled spring' to his overall demeanor.**
If there's some misbehavin' to be done, TRM, I'd hate to miss it. Perhaps an e-mail consultation would be helpful if you think I could have some appropriate input to the upcoming situation?
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I don't believe I am related to Rat but to be honest around here anything is possible.
So, what do I do now? Sit here and wait? I am a bit scared to wander around by myself in case the crew lynch me. Oh dear, maybe Rat can look after me... he seems to understand my..er...foibles?
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*Emma looks around the room and notices a particularly interesting picture on the wall and suspects it is hiding some valuables, she gets up to have a look*
D'oh!
*Old habits dies hard, she sits back down and has a snooze hoping that when she wakes up it will all be resolved and the EI has not escaped from the brig*
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