S.S. Serenitree: The Eve of Battle
POSTED BY: thatweirdgirl
UPDATED: Friday, June 17, 2005 02:59
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* TheRealMe limps onto the Bridge, holding his head. *
How did the Enemy Invaders get onto the Bridge? I had the computer lock down all the ship’s sensitive areas!
* TheRealMe drops into a control station on the Bridge and looks at the evidence of the lockpicking / security systems hacking that the EIs accomplished to get past the locked door. *
Hey, these guys are expert hackers!
* TheRealMe keys the com-link to Main Engineering. *
Hello? Grey? Jet? Needleseye? Are you safe? Did the Enemy Invaders take over Main Engineering?
Jet: They tried to get in here, but Grey’s kicking some serious butt with a lightsaber. Chopping them to bits. Pushed them all back to the second bulkhead!
* TheRealMe checks cameras to ensure that Emma’s ship, still attached to the main airlock, is also secure. *
Whew!
Oh, Static, the ruined building down there was just an outhouse. I used the grappler arms to put the original clubhouse safely in the cargo bay. Also, Emma’s ship is now actually supplying most of our motive power. Jet, Needleseye, and I have adapted its advanced drive systems for our use. It will be a while before we get our own drives completely repaired. But we tried to adjust the control systems so that all that would be transparent to your viewpoint.
So, Static, what did you want us for?
The Real Me, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
(The Real Me cannot currently receive messages from this site; he is not ignoring you. But he CAN receive e-mail at realme@pcibroadband.net.)
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*Spies Serenity over at the bar with Molly. Begins heading in the direction, only to be distracted by Jazaf making mincemeat of and EI.*
Whoa. Impressive.
So Serenity, do we have a plan yet? And did you realize you're glowing (just a little bit)?
*Takes advantage of lull in overt battle to give Molly a bath. Molly does not appreciate this. 
)
"One day, lad, all this will be yours ..."
"What - the curtains?"
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Quote:
Originally posted by CallMeAth:
*Ath drops what he's doing and looks for lissa, at the same time searching for a shady spot where they can "stay safe."
*ath and lissa hole up inside the clubhouse in a corner full of beanbag chairs.*
we should be safe here...
*lissa hears a nearby rustling sound*
um...what was that?
~lissa, spwhore
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
So, Static, what did you want us for?
Static swivels his seat around to face the others.
"We're in deep kimchee, ladies and menfolk. Seems our travels kept us away from Earth a bit longer than we realized. While we were gone, there were some very interesting events that took place.
It seems that Microsoft and FOX merged into a single corporate entity. Once this took place, Bill Gates decided to throw off all pretense of anything but being a megalomaniacal lunatic bent on complete domination of the world.
In his efforts to destroy all that is good, Emporer Gates has a new apprentice, none other than George Lucas. . .now known as Darth Ludicrous. We all should've seen this coming. The signs of him crossing over to the dark side have been there all along. . .we just couldn't believe it would ever happen. The MicroSith corporation is quickly taking over everything. In an effort to hasten their domination, they raised a mighty army cloned from the DNA of Gates, Lucas, Stalin, Hitler, Hussein, Dahmer, Manson, yes, both Charles AND Marilyn, and Hillary Clinton."
"Oh my gosh," gasped TheRealMe, "that's where these EIs have come from! I THOUGHT they all looked alot alike!"
Static nodded, "Yep. . .and they've called for help. Right now I'd be willing to bet they have several vessels inbound. I suggest we get the hell off this rock we used to call home and find a safe place to regroup. . .take in a jacuzzi. . .plan our next move. I think we should take Earth back. . .but I think it'll be up to us and us alone. And we'll need some time to come up with a good plan."
"Those are my suggestions. Anyone else got input?"
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*squints menacingly*
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*Emma is in her ship listening in on the strategists via a terribly complex spy communications system*
These EIs sure know their biz.
*Emma looks at the dark door in the corner of the room and wonders whether she should tell the guys about it, yep, probably best*
Hi guys...
*Emma beeps TRM, Static and anyone else on the bridge*
Er, you may remember that this little ship of mine actually comes from the EIs and they want it back. Well, the biggest reason is the cloning device I have on-board. I thought it was the uber-weapon I discovered a few weeks ago but now you have said all of this it is probably the cloning thing. I don't know if it might be helpful to any of you, I don't really understand it you see and I just shut it in a cupboard - well more like a room. It is very big and there are all sorts of weird embryos in there. anyway I'm wittering. You can have a look if you want. Oh, and TRM, no they cannot have my ship back especially now it is keeping us all moving.
*Silence reigns*
extremely dimensionally transcendental
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I'm just scanning the embryos now and they're fascinating. The idea seems to have to create the most sadistic, callous, right-wing extremist that there has ever been in human history and, against some stiff competition, they've suceeded.
I advise killing them by decapitation or a head shot. Do not bother aiming for the heart; they don't have one.
Now, let's have a look at this cloning machine itself.
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*PR laughs and smiles and dances with Emma. When she leaves, he continues to dance in the middle of the cargo bay alone, by himself.*
*He shows off his talents in different forms of dance - inbluding, The Robot.* 
*The alarm and comm sounds, people take safe haven beneath things, and on bars, but PR continues to dance, his eyes closed, flicking pepsimilk everywhere!*
*Serenity and MontanaGirl look at PR like he is a bit of a loony...and call out to him, telling him to take cover, but he can't hear them*
*He slips up in pepsimilk and hits the wet floor with a thud, and then when the ship tries to take off, PsychicRiver slides all the way to the wall, hitting that.*
*He splashes around, and manages to crawl through the door and then stands up.*
*He begins to make his way to the bridge... he reaches stairs, and puts his hand on the railings, then, he puts his legs on the railings as well, and due to the pepsimilk rain, PR slides down the rails falling off at the bottom. PR continues with the momentum, and rolls before standing up. Along the corridor, ahead of him, stand 3 EI's.*
*PR appears to not even see them, and continues to walk along. When one confronts him, he doesn't even look at it, just slams his palm into its jaw, then pushes past it, spin kicking the next EI.*
*As PR walks past the last EI, he doesn't acknowlege it. He continues walking and using his mind, pinces the veins travelling to its brain, gently squeezing them shut. The EI looks a little confused for a second, then puts his hands to his head and screaches in pain before falling to the floor, silent, and dead.*
*PR makes his way to the bridge, and doesn't enter, he just stays outside, hidden, and listens to what Static has to say.*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue." 
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
Summer Glau to me - "You are so photogenic."
Me - 
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A-ha, an expert. So, you think we should destroy them all. Do you not think we could use them somehow or will they not grow fast enough - we could do with our own army couldn't we?
*Emma silently thinks about how much she could sell them for on the black market, with Rats help she could probably even arrange an auction...hmmm...*
*Emma looks over SimonWhos shoulder as he fiddles with the knobs* (fnar fnar)
extremely dimensionally transcendental
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MG-Mai Tai? *Hands MG a drink*
when you're done bathing Molly do you think you could help me get this pepsimilk out of my wings? They're so hard to reach.
I'm hoping when Soul comes back, he'll bring weapons. We've got nothing here to defend ourselves but alot of empty alcohol bottles.
"What's the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?"-H.D. Thoreau
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