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POSTED BY: ebonezer
UPDATED: Sunday, November 14, 2004 03:18
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Originally posted by ebonezer:
Ooppsey.
We don't like 'ooppsey', Ebo...
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IC:
"Will you still be able to work it?" Soul asked. In all truth, Mantichorus had never worked on an engine upside-down before.
"Is there anything in particular you'd like, Ebo?" Mantichorus asked non-chalantly over the intercom.
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"To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation." -Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Aphorisms.
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"Never ask for a name. Ask instead what those you meet would like to be called" - Doctor Occult.
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Glico reached for a comm, and said
"Don't go lookin' for me, If I get captured, you just keep on flyin and don't look back."
She walked into her fighter, grabbed onto the chair, and pulled herself up (or down depending on your orientation) to it. She strapped herself in, and disconnected her little sleek fighter from the big protective mother called Sidere.
Ballard had been colonized back a long time ago, and some fuels were found on it. It was one of the few to have actual resources, and was heralded as the first industrial colony. After about ten years the citizens of ballard noticed they were no longer able to pick up any interstellar signals. The use of the fuels put off a material which blocked all radio signals. Most of the population left, and even landing on Ballard meant a black mark on your record with the alliance. Now, all that remains there are those who have something to hide.
None of this meant very much to Glico, except that she could hide beneath the atmosphere of the planet, wait for that allaiaince cruiser to go by and hopefully knock out it's engines with a precise blast of laser fire.
She parked orbit right inside the cloud and waited.
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Prepare for some thrilling (very very stupid) heroics.
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"Is there anything in particular you'd like?"
Ebo heard Manti's voice crackle over the com.
"Hopefully not," Ebo answered, finishing typing out the starting sequence. She hit ingnition, and the engine groaned, did a half rotaion, then shuddered to a halt.
"I'd like that to be fixed. Figure you got about a minute and a half. Hope you're as good as you say you are."
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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"When did I say I was good?" Mantichorus asked.
"Not funny!" Ebo snapped back.
"Did you hit all of the switches?"
"Of course I did! Whaddaya take me for, a rookie?!"
"Just checking." Mantichorus sighed. He looked at the engine. "Ah, for cryin'...!" He reached into the engine. "Stupid piece of go-se...!" He muttered. He pulled out a hunk of metal from the engine.
"...What's that?" Soul asked.
"Engine is 5 degrees C above optimum temperature." Mantichorus explained. "This little doo-hickey prevents the engine bein' started 1 degree above the optimum temperature." He whacked the intercom. "Try it now, Ebo!" He shouted. He turned to Soul. "Hold on to your butt."
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A/N: My favourite Jurassic Park quote!
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"To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation." -Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Aphorisms.
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"Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact." -George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such.
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Ebo hit ignition and the engine burst to life.
"This is gonne be tight," she said, yanking on the controlls. Teela squezed her eyes shut. Sidere fliped ass over teakettle and righted itself.
Teela slowly opened one eye, then the other, "How close to the ground did we come?"
"I dunno, I closed my eyes too."
Back in the engine room, Soul and Manti lay in a heap on the floor.
"Ow."
"Well, that was fun. Lets not ever do it again."
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OOC: That ass over teakettle thing...i swear that's an expression I've heard before...but i'm not sure. If not, then hey! I just invented an expression! Tell your friends, tell your neighbors, make ass over teakettle the new...cool expresion that everybody uses...
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Four out of five dentists reccomend calling Ebo a girl.
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Soul pulled himself up off of the deck plating and grabbed at the intercom mike.
"Did we lose the Alliance ship?" he yelled.
"Ouch! That was my ear!" Ebo cried.
"Sorry."
"That explosion knocked most of our sensors," Ebo said, "but Gilico is out there waiting to make sure that we've lost them for good."
"Gilico?" Manti asked.
Soul shrugged and squeezed the mike button. "Then let's hope that she's as good as she says she is."
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But if your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.
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Glico saw the giant allaince cruiser poke through the cloud, and tightened her grip on the controls. A few seconds that seemed like an eternity passed, while she waited and hoped they didn't notice her.
Once they were past her, she zipped around behind them, and lined up a shot.
She pulled the trigger.
BOOM! The entire tail section of the cruiser exploded, and her tiny ship was thrown backwards. As she was being pushed off, she saw two rather large gunships slips off of the much larger cruiser, and turn towards her.
She hadn't thought of that.
Glico turned the tiny fighter downwards, straight towards the planet. The gunships followed. A message appeared on her console:
ANGLE OF ATTACK TOO HIGH -- 90 degrees
TEMPERATURES REACHING CRITICAL LEVELS -- PULL UP NOW
Never mind that. Glico had other things to do. She pushed a button to open a channel to Sidere.
Something shook her ship, and sent her into a spin. She screamed "holy being that lights the sky" in chinese, and looked behind her. Her right engine was ablaze.
"You guys might want to get out of here."
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A/N Glico has a score to settle. You're free to come along or not. My name only has one i in it.
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Ebo's voice came over the comm. "Glico's in trouble, boys. Do either one of you have any suggestions?"
Soul looked over at Manti. "Maybe using Wilkins' fighter as a bomb wasn't the brightest idea."
Manti's eyebrows crunched in concentration. "Why in the good gorram are they going through this much trouble for an EMP device?"
Soul shrugged. Then his eyes lit up. "I think we need to check that crate again. I think that there's more to this mystery that we have yet to uncover." He grabbed the mike. "Teela, tell Glico to hold on as long as she can, but I think I know what we've got on board that can help her and help us!"
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OOC: Oops on the two "I"'s there Glico! And by the way everyone...I've got a plan...! 
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"You look like you got a plan." Mantichorus stated, following Soul.
"Yep." Soul replied, smiling confidently.
Mantichorus shook his head. "I wish I had your confidence." He paused. "What do you think is still in the crate?"
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A/N: It's your show, Soul...
Once we get outta this situ, and I reveal my secrets, I'm reckonin' that we should cobble together some bios...
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"To do just the opposite is also a form of imitation." -Georg Christoph Lichtenberg, Aphorisms.
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"Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact." -George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such.
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The two of them marched into the cargo bay and over to where the contents of the crate were strewn about the floor. Soul pulled out a knife, grabbed one of the food bars and sliced it open. A small, hollow cylinder tumbled out and hit the floor with a clang.
"What in the good gorram?" Manti said as he watched the metal cylinder fall.
Soul looked at him. "You got a knife?"
Manti pulled out a wicked looking blade and nodded. "Let's get to cutting."
The two of them sliced open every food bar that had been in the crate. Some of them were empty, but many others had small metal and ceramic parts as well as wrapped computer boards. When they were done, they gathered the parts as the ship rocked around them.
"What do you think it's all for?" Manti asked, but even as he said it, a pattern in the jumble of parts began to become clearer.
Soul smiled at him. "It's the galaxy's newest toy, one that I've heard rumor's about for years."
"An EMP gun," Manti breathed. Then he grinned too. "It's about time something went our way."
Soul kneeled down and began to attempt to assemble the weapon while Manti hit the intercom. "Hey Teela, tell Glico to hold on a few more minutes." He looked back at the pile of parts that was slowly forming into one large gun. "Her savior is on the way."
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