USS SereniTREE: A Tale of Two Trees
POSTED BY: TheGreyJedi
UPDATED: Sunday, July 24, 2005 12:55
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See's all the guns and try to duck.
"NOOOO!!!" Wake up girl! You can pull through!"
*Her pony gives one last whinny and dies.*
"All who had a part in this shall endure my rath", as she swore her vengenge to the pifflepony murderers, and unleashed her hellish rath to the TREE.
I dont wear underwear...You know that...I mean!?!
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*Emma senses danger to her ship and immediately wakes up*
*She goes in search of it...but it isn't there, instead she sees the Adelai Niska heading straight towards the Tree and hears some strange mutterings about hellish wrath and ponies.*
Someone is going to pay, my ship is gone and Soul is going to suffer...slowly
*Emma walks off to the armoury*
extremely dimensionally transcendental
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The engines scream as the Adelai Niska threatens to pull apart, but Soul pushes the ship harder. He lets out a chuckle as he realises what it must look like from the other ship. The Adelai Niska barreling at full speed, preparing to ram the SereniTREE. Soul knows the truth, though, knows what is about to happen. He watches as the SereniTREE grows closer, closer, closer.
A split second before impact, Soul closes his eyes and lets his body phase out of existance as--
The two ships collide, and a blinding white light eplodes outward. In space, the event is silent; but Soul knows the sounds of what is happening. It is the same sounds he heard when he rejoined his dark side. Screams, shrieks, thunder, wind. Flashes of lightning glowing brighter until--
In the vast expanse of space, in the sea of stars, there is only one SereniTREE. She flexes like a living being, as everything is finally righted. She is whole again.
Soul passes through the walls of the ship and solidifies as he steps onto the bridge. He smiles softly.
"Home."
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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*** AFTER THE TWO STATICS COMBINE IN THE LOUNGE ***
* TheRealMe relaxes. *
Thank you, Static. Please see to ThatWeirdGirl. She seems… disoriented.
* TheRealMe turns to ThatWeirdGirl. He makes as if to speak, then pauses. Then he continues: *
WeirdGirl, I am very, very sorry for anything that my bright or my dark side has done to hurt you in any way.
Good day to both of you.
* TheRealMe departs the lounge. *
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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* Outside the lounge, TheRealMe pulls out his com-link. *
Rat! Go to the hanger bay, collect the body of the EvilWeirdGirl, and put her in your cryogenic suspension machine, the one you have hidden down in the bowels of the ship. Use Sparky or the Ebo Golem if you need help. I could probably help, too. Huh? How do I know about your freezer units? Please, Rat, I have my sources. In fact…
* Throughout the Sereni-Tree, collision alarms begin to sound. *
Ship’s Computer: Warning! Collision imminent!
* His call forgotten, TheRealMe quickly opens a dimensional portal. He calls back over his shoulder: *
Static! We could surely use your skills on the Bridge. It’s on the other side of this portal!
* TheRealMe hops through the portal, which he leaves open, jumps into a control station (but leaving Static’s cockpit open), and begins bringing the engines online. Before him, the view of the False Sereni-Tree continues to grow as it rapidly approaches. *
It’s going to ram us! There’s no time!
* TheRealMe accesses piloting controls through his station. He frantically attempts to maneuver the True Sereni-Tree to avoid its dark twin, but that is not possible. Finally, TheRealMe twists the control grips, rotating the True Sereni-Tree’s crew areas away from direct danger, allowing the more durable engineering section to take the brunt of the impact. *
* But there is no impact. *
Quote:
SoulofSerenity wrote:
The two ships collide, and a blinding white light explodes outward. In space, the event is silent; but Soul knows the sounds of what is happening. It is the same sounds he heard when he rejoined his dark side. Screams, shrieks, thunder, wind. Flashes of lightning glowing brighter until--
In the vast expanse of space, in the sea of stars, there is only one SereniTREE. She flexes like a living being, as everything is finally righted. She is whole again.
Soul passes through the walls of the ship and solidifies as he steps onto the bridge. He smiles softly.
"Home."
* TheRealMe is stunned by this transcendental experience. He turns to look at SoulofSerenity. *
Welcome back, Soul! Now, would you PLEASE tell me what in Gorram Hell is going on around here?!
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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* TheRealMe studies some indicators. *
Hmmmmm... Hang on, Soul. It seems that the recent... whatever that was... has knocked us out of orbit.
* TheRealMe keys the com-link. *
All hands! Prepare for re-entry!
* TheRealMe pilots the Sereni-Tree down through an atmospheric re-entry, and then looks around for a good landing place. *
I'm going to set us down near that friendly-looking barn.
Say! Is that a Pifflepony?
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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'Ok, No space races for me.' Jazaf mutters as he exits the bathroom wiping his mouth. The daring manuevers pulled by both Rat and River-clone were stunning and magnificent. But the pitching and turning had there toll an Jazaf.
He hears over the intercom something about the Doc, and later he hears a far off voice mourning an animal of sorts. 'What in the nine spheres of hell is goin' on?' he says dumbfounded.
He decides to wander in the direction he heard a cry of revenge. 'Time to get some answers.'
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Newest Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree 
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After resting Grey comfortably in his quarters Needleseye turns to leave, when there is blinding light and strange sounds reverberating through Serenitree.
Following the impact of the TREEs Needleseye only blinks, then shakes off her tentacled form returning to the more desireable, draped with a pale gossamer gown and her favorite black boots. Abruptly she freezes... still, for a minute...two... three... how long?
In her mind the evil and darkness and oddness, is seemingly dream like now, as if it never...
really...
She collapses in a heap on the floor.
Needleseye awakens with a start in her knee high boots and nothing else. She's standing in Grey's quarters. Looks at riding crop in hand, it becomes a bouquet of thorns and cotton candy. She drops it as it pricks her finger, her blood is blue and the drops fall to the floor in slow motion.
There is no other sound except for the droplets hittng the floor. One.... two.... three, four.
There's a pair of giant moth wings hanging on the bed post, Grey sitting on the bed wearing samurai armor and... socks. Lots of socks.
In the corner sits a little wrinkled green creature with pointed ears and big eyes. In a defensive maneuver he swishes a long feather duster at her. "Pretty flowers eh, alluring songs hmm?, Dark! Dark, you are! Carnivorous mistress yeeeeesss! An arm, can I get you? hm hmmm mmm?"
Jet walks in with a power driver and is wearing Needleseye's dress. Jet walks over to Grey and appears to be removing armor with the screw driver. She instead takes off his entire arm, blood spatters across the dress. Jet places the arm in Needleseye's hands, the warm blood runs down her flesh. The green creature takes the bouquet of thorns and cotton candy and runs away shouting "mine mine mine!" Needleseye looks back at Grey who's snoring, all limbs attatched.
She hears horses neighing. and the riding crop appears in her hand again.
Upon hearing TRM say "All hands! Prepare for re-entry!" a herd of disembodied hands gallop on their finger tips at full speed through the outer corridor.
She counts the hands, one... two...
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To sleep perchance to dream...
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With her brain clouded in fury and distress, she releases her wrath on every living being and thing (except Ath and Lissa) in the TREE.
*chants a fancy language*
Česká republika Cote d'Ivoire Croatia Cuba Cypru!!
Release the pifflelocusts!!!
I dont wear underwear...You know that...I mean!?!
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* TheRealMe pilots the Sereni-Tree down through an atmospheric re-entry, and then looks around for a good landing place. *
I'm going to set us down near that friendly-looking barn.
"No. . .no you're not."
The familiar voice behind him is welcome as Static steps through the portal and settles himself in his seat, resuming control of the ship.
"Geez. . .step away from the computer to go outside once in awhile and you get kicked out of your own job description around here." His voice is irritated, but there is a smile in his eyes. He looks at the barn and shakes his head slightly, "Nah. . .that ground looks a bit uneven. Let's make this a nice, level landing. There looks to be a nice meadow with some dandilions in it off to the starboard. . .I'll aim for that instead."
Static keys the shipwide comms:
"This is the pilot. We have a little problem with our engine sequence, so we may experience some slight turbulence, and then. . .explode."
Static turns and grins at TRM, then speaks again:
Just kidding, folks. We're aiming for a nice meadow with some dandilions in it. Anyone who remembers "Bloom County" is more than welcome me for a nice layabout in the dandilions.
Static turns back to TRM, "Now. . .do you think we can actually RELAX for a thread or so before some jerk throws us into the middle of a great, perilous adventure?
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