...haha... I think I shall have to spork out his other eye.
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
The designers of the YWS-3 Emergency Protocols were very smart. In the blink of an eye, several things happened.
First, the crew was instantly transported to their battle stations. The designers never considered the possibility of people being asleep during an emergency, perhaps assuming that people went to bed in full combat gear.
Second, it immediately injected super caffinated coffee into Nate's body, before feeding him a system diagnostic of everything. Nate's Battle Station, like all of management, was the bridge. So when Emergency Protocols were initiated, Nate fell onto the floor of the bridge in a hyper aware state.
His first instinct was to look around. Dusky had her arms wrapped around Grif's neck, their bodies very close.
"Grif! What the hell is going on here?" Nate yelled.
"Sir, we accelerated into hyperspace and right into an alien armada-"
"I know all that! What is Dusky doing with her arms around your neck?"
"I'm not sure," Grif said. His brain was also rushing. "I think she is attempting to seduce me."
"And who wouldn't be seduced by those wide masculine shoulders and with ripped abs and arms that could rip me to pieces?" Dusky said, moving to point blank range.
No one really knew how to answer that. Nate figured it out first.
"Dusky, you've been writing romantic fiction again haven't you?"
"How did guess?" she said, keeping her eyes on Grif.
"Everytime you write romantic fiction, you start hitting on people," Nate said. He called up a story from the historical fiction forum and downloaded it into Dusky. This prompted her to regain her senses and let go of Grif. Grif, who was only just beginning to enjoy himself, was disappointed.
"Sorry, I had no idea..."
"Head chimp, this is CCF leader." Nate turned his head. The CCF had suspended their criminal activities, in favor of being fighter pilots.
"I hear you Sab."
"What the heck is going on?"
"Grif accelerated us into an alien armada."
"Grif! You sorry son of a-" the transmission was cut off for a moment.
"Calm down Sab. We're going to turn around and leave. Get back to the ship," Nate said. This prompted another round of cursing.
"Enemy dropships inbound! Fighters approaching!"
"Señor Marquez!" Nate yelled. A hologram appeared out of the computer.
"¿Sí Señor Nate?"
"Necesito un plan de batalla. ¿Podemos escaparse de la armada de los extraterrestres?"
"Necesito un minuto," Señor Marquez said, before disappearing into the console.
"I asked him if there was a way to escape the alien armada. He needs a minute to formulate the battle plans," Nate said.
"Nate! I think you need to look at this," Firestarter said.
The viewport flickered as it enhanced an image. There was the alien armada and behind it was a massive- thing.
"It looks like a ring," ElectricBlueMonkey said.
"Or a halo," Grif said.
"A halo? You got to be kidding me," Phoenix said.
"Enough. I don't know what that Alien Armada is doing, but I don't want to stick around. Phoenix, I need you to coordinate the weapon crews," Nate said. Phoenix promptly teleported.
"The rest of you know what sections you're in charge of. Go to them and get them armed. The worst case scenario is that the boarding party will take over the ship. We need to prevent that from happening, which leads me to my next question- should we unfreeze the pig?"
The room was absolutely silent. The administrators and the moderators looked at one another. Were things that serious?
"The SPEW Commandos?"
"It wouldn't hurt to have some professionals if we're boarded," Crysi said.
"Who the heck are the SPEW Commandos?" Bobo asked.
"Wasn't that a usergroup that folded?" Galatea asked.
"That's what the announcement said. They've been developed in secret. They have the most advanced combat systems ever developed by our Sci-Fi department. A few members of SPEW are in our moderating staff. Do we need to deploy more Commandos?" Nate said.
"Yes," Areida said.
"Okay. Grif, Areida, go unfreeze Master Pig and the other SPEW Commandos. Crysi, Mesh, Dusky, go to your sections and prepare for fighting."
Nate turned away as the enemy fighter approached closer.
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The rest of you know what sections your in charge of.
Should be this:
The rest of you know what sections you're in charge of.
"Who the heck are the SPEW Commando's?" Bobo asked.
Should be Commandos, no apostrophe.
A few members of SPEW our in our moderating staff.
Look carefully at your "ours" and then whap your head for me.
It should be:
A few members of SPEW are in our moderating staff.
And... put the tilday on. It should be Señor Marquez, no?
Oh, and I am very afraid...
Ubi caritas est vera, Deus ibi est.
"The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the Master calls the butterfly." ~ Richard Bach
"We don't have much time. The boarding parties will get here at any moment," Grif said. An explosion rocked the ship.
"Looks like they're here," Areida observed. A second later, they arrived at the cryo-bay.
"Give them a double shot of the wake up stuff," Grif said. He opened up a drawer and pulled out a pistol. It was loaded. He armed it and put it on the table.
"Okay, let's thaw them out," Areida said.
"Testing all systems, bringing systems on line, all units are showing optimum performance. Defrosting now," Grif reported.
Steam came out of the cryo tubes.
"So, you wanna make out?" Areida asked Grif.
"What?!"
"Just a joke Grif. Couldn't resist. Especially after seeing you go after Dusky."
"I'm not really that attractive am I?" Grif said.
"You got your points, like everyone else," Areida said, in a manner which wasn't quite convincing.
"Well, don't joke like that again. There's enough excitement here already, without making my life more interesting.
"What the hell is going on here?" A new voice said over the Comm.
"We're glad to see you too Snoink. How you feeling?" A person got out of the cryo chamber.
"I feel a little dizzy and generally mean."
"The mean part is natural. The dizziness will wear off in a moment," Grif said. Another explosion rocked YWS-3.
"That one was closer," Areida says.
"That doesn't sound good," Snoink said.
"Snoink, standby for teleportation," Nate said over the comm. A moment later, Snoink was teleported.
"Get into your combat armor. The commandos are thawed and we can coordinate them a lot better from there." Areida had barely gone out the door when Grif heard something. Without thinking he dived behind a console. The door vaporized in a large explosion. Grif grabbed the pistol and turned the saftey off.
Okay, I have no body armor, a pistol, and an unknown amount of enemy foes. What the heck is going on? Grif thought.
HALO FTW.
Sorry, I'll go back to my on again off again critiquing/lurking again.
"He who takes a life...it is as if he has destroyed an entire world....but he who saves one life, it is as if he has saved the world entire" Talmud Sanhedrin 4:5
!Hasta la victoria siempre! (Always, until Victory!)
-Ernesto "Che" Guevarra
Oh....okay. I'm not laughing.....I'm not laughing.....I'm not.....ROGL!!!
This is funnier then midgets fighting with lightsabers! I elect Grif for president! Who's against me? (See's a hand rise in the crowd. Responds by pulling out blaster pistol and fryin them).
Keep em comin. Hurry! Before I start breathing normally again!
"Once more, the Sith shall rule the galaxy, and we shall have.....peace" ~ Darth Sidious
I just write poetry to throw my mean callous heartless exterior into sharp relief. I’m going to throw you off the ship anyway. — Vogon Captain (The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)
lol
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