Destiny, Episode 8: Attack of the Kimmel Clones
POSTED BY: NEEDY
UPDATED: Sunday, January 1, 2006 21:19
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I have a myspace account, but I've never used it. I just signed up because my friend's band has myspace so I could keep in touch with them. Now I have livejournal and that works for me.
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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Hello everyone! How are the costumes going? Don't forget, everyone must email their pictures to Soul at AGMullins@gpsx.net
The deadline is soon, is it not?
Anyone heard from TRM? I must go bug him about participating.
And I need to get working on my own costume.
And aren't we all facing imminent death? Somebody do something!!!
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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Sorry gang, I'm in the middle of moving our office and continuing to deal with clients. It's very stressful, the office manager has no concept of functionality. She just blunders along and I have to continue to fight the urge to choke her until her eyes pop out. If you haven't notice, I have absolutely no tolerance for stupid people.
Everybody has to have a flaw eh?
So, I have just barely been able to keep tabs on the happenings around here. I will do my best to get a picture in, but this move is hell, so I'll appologize now if I fall down on the job.
Safeat2nd, Headless Chicken Impersonator & Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Off topic: If someone else can do a better Jayne I can always try Book's look 
I'll just need a grey wig then.
As Amy leaps over the table and begins to battle the Kimmel-clones Jazaf can't help but feel a bit puzzled.
'How big is this ship?'
As he takes a moment to ponder the rest of the crew eventually kill off all but two Kimmel clones.
'Gorram it! They ran away.' Soul says.
'Not if I can help it!' Safe says as he loads his gun. 'Somebody cover me!' He says as he races down the hall after the clones. Oddly enough, Trebek springs into the hallway to help him.
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Mystery Man on the Sereni-Tree 
Navigator on Destiny 
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Ooh, sorry Safe, disorganized people drive me UP THE WALL.
Are you feeling any better today?
If you could do Book, that might be good, as I haven't heard anything from TRM. I PMed him yesterday. We're getting down to the wire, aren't we?
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*Serenity watches with pride as Trebeck sprints after Safe.*
That's my man! 
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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I'll see what I can scrounge up.
My temper is not as volcanic as it was yesterday. I good at reining it in. The problem is, my normal outlet is baseball, there ain't no baseball up here in my neck 'o the woods this time of year. Rassa-frackin' inclimate weather...
Ok, where were we...oh yes chasing the Kimmels.
Safe and Alex chase the last two Kimmels into the cargo bay. Safe skids to a stop, calmly puts away his gun.
Alex,"what are you doing?? We almost have them" gestures at the fleeing Kimmels.
Safe holds up a hand, stopping Alex from continuing, pulls out his bat and a grenade. Alex gaps as he realizes what Safe has in mind. Safe tosses the grenade up in the air. Alex's eyes follows the grenade as it goes up.
Safe grips the bat tightly, a shark like grin creeps across his face, and swings...catching Alex in the side of the head. Alex drops like a sack of potatoes. Safe reaches out and catches the grenade, pulls out his gun and shoots the fleeing Kimmels.
Safe holsters his bat and gun, leans over the unconcious Alex. "Well you did keep yer eye on the ball, but you were standin' in MY batters box"
Safeat2nd, Chief Handyman of Destiny
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Ha, Safe, you made me laugh! See, it was true when I said you were right that I always laugh at your jokes. It's really too bad we all live all scattered around the globe, we could have such a nice shindig with this crew.
I will email my picture to Soul now. Unfortunately I've been running around working a lot and interviewing for new jobs (one of which I know I will start soon because I got two offers today AT LAST! It is SO HARD to find a job in the boonies with a fresh BA), so I haven't been helping much with the peril (besides, y'all are better at that than me). I will simply pose in the lounge outside the infirmary River-esque with Kimmel parts dripping from my chopsticks as the doors open and the crew gazes in awe... (yes, inspired by our favorite movie). Yay for our crew, we all pitched in and killed the clones, what about facing the cold next?
Amylisai, aka Chopstick Ninja Queen o' Fancy Garb (LOVE IT--thanks for the new title y'both!)
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Quote:
Originally posted by Jazaf:
Off topic: If someone else can do a better Jayne I can always try Book's look
Jazaf-TRM says he won't be able to get a Book picture. So could you please try to? We're getting down to the wire. Does it say anywhere that a person can't dress up as two people? Hmmm..maybe Greek could do Jayne. I'll ask him.
Serenity, First Officer of Destiny
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I'll get Tim's and my pics out tonight - and I'll remember to resize them so they shouldn't get bounced like my lastones did-
Lord I hope you all are having better weeks than me - it's been murder. Thank You God for It is Friday - 9 more hours to go!
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Flechette - Destiny's Cook
We got Crab and pig tell:Squid ink and fish scale
Okra and dasheen leaves
Chitchat and chatter :Fill up the platter
With a garnish of pure make believe
- Jimmy Buffett's Calaloo
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The Kimmel clones had been defeated, but Destiny still was in danger. The lake it had crashed into was hardly hospitable, and to make matters worse, the liquid that surrounded them was no ordinary water. The crew had to figure out how to rise from the watery depths.
As several important crewmembers (and some, not so important) gather together to discuss the matter, fielding suggestions as to how to get out of the mess, the lone Needy has other things on his mind...
Needy had heard the gunshots that had rang out - killing the two remaining Kimmel clones - but he had the feeling there was something he needed to attend to. Yes, he was still incredibly short, but there was also an eerie feeling that the trouble onboard Destiny was only a taster of what was to come... something else was going on.
So, as he had done in the past before he joined the crew, Needy followed his instincts. He ignored the compulsion to go and help his fellow crewmembers - sure they had helped him get rid of his alien-infection, but he also felt betrayed by the fact that they had left him in alone the infirmary throughout the entire clone attack. Not to mention the fact that his shrinkage was no doubt due to their treatment of him.
Yes Needy walked away from his friends, and now was heading to the opposite end of the ship. His journey was not down to just his instincts though. After escaping the infirmary, he found out from the computer that a large amount of power was being diverted to the Chamber - the one room that was never used. It was a fairly large room, though filled with pipes and wires and fairly cold - both in look and in temperature. It was a ghost room. On similar ships, such a room would beused for storage, but on Destiny it had never been used for anything, not even as part of Needy's freaky sex games.
Truth be told, Needy was just a little bit terrified of The Chamber - it reminded him of the tales he was told as a child "a room where the most hideous creatures and evil spirits reside". He knew they were stories told to children that grew up on ships so that they would not enter rooms they shouldn't, he knew it was but an urban legend, if that. Yet he still found it unsettling just to think about such a room.
This wasn't the time for cowardice though, even though Needy was often quite a scaredy cat, he realised that today would be his moment to prove to others once and for all, that he is able to take control of a situation... and it needn't only be in whoring
The Chamber room was locked.
Of course it was. It would have to be, if, as Needy had suspected, that someone was orchestrating things from behind the scenes, they're hardly going to be exposing themselves to an attack from the rear
Needy desperately shook of the sexual innuendo these words brought up - now was not the time! It was time though, to put some of that untapped potential to his to use. Remembering back to his days in training, Needy recalled a handy way to open locked doors - by shorting out the circuit of the computer controls and then prying the doors open manually, usually with a crowbar.
It wasn't an easy task, as shorting out the circuits normally would take a lot longer and more focus than you see in movies... fortunately he remembered that none of this was necessary after all.
Reaching down and opening Dr Me's bag that he had been carrying around with him, he found the Circuit Responder, which basically was a handheld device that remotely accessed any nearby electrical equipment and allowed you to do whatever you want - in this case open the door.
As the door opened, Needy exclaimed "Dr Me is a genius!"
"That he is"
Needy looked up and took in the unbelievable sight.
The Chamber glowed a bright orange. The pipes and wires were clearly in view, but no longer looked clunky and out of place, but in fact right at home in the room which resembled the inside of a computer. The floor and walls were like circuit boards, and wires ran from all directions to the centre of the room where situated was a large metal chair. The
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