Re: For hate\'s sake, I spit my last breath at thee.

OOC - That's alright Andy you can back-post it.
This would be a good thing to mention to everyone actually, sometimes
it's not possible for all of us to post, so another member might post
something that pushes the story further along than you'd liked - if
this happens it is perfectly okay for you to go back in time and write
about what happened in the gray-area between posts, as long as it
doesn't specifically mention that no time has passed.
In thic example it might be a bit difficult, as all the stages of the
fight have been described, but you might be able to fit in some
dialogue and fighting in the gap before Reuben's post?
If anyone does back-post it, make sure you write it in the
Who/Where/When section at the start of your post, that's what it's for
- to give a brief summary in case it's not astoundingly obvious.
-Onion
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Andy Longman"
<sirlagerlot@...> wrote:
>
> OOC- Git! I was gonna post my part of the battle tonight!!
> -----Original Message-----
> From: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
> [mailto:JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of scutter_2
> Sent: 20 June 2007 15:55
> To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
> Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] For hate's sake, I spit my last breath
at thee.
>
>
> Mk.10 shoved the massive EVE off of himself. The absence of gravity
> meant he had near equal ground with Jay, and he still had his last
> super-high velocity round left.
>
> "Damn, what am I supposed to do with this guy?" muttered Jay as he
> lunged for Mk.10
> Mk.10 sprinted across the hull and between the legs of the EVE. The
> two of them turned, Mk.10 aiming his railgun directly at the centre of
> Jay's cockpit.
> "Adios, flyboy."
> Mk.10 pulled the trigger, and glanced down in horror when the only
> things to leave the gun was a click and some sparks.
> "Shit! I didn't disengage the charge-OOF!" said Mk.10, cut off by Jay
> once again pinning him against the ship's hull.
> "Grah! Get the hell off of me, or kill me now!" Mk.10 let out between
> the audio filters of grit teeth. "The former would certainly be
> preferable."
>
> "Jay, this is Rufus." came across Jay's internal comms
> "Bit busy now, pal. Call back?" replied Jay, as he diverted extra
> power to the magnetic systems holding Mk.10 sandwiched between the
> 'Dwarf and his EVE.
> "If that's your girlfriend on the line, tell her to get stuffed!"
> yelled Mk.10 through a patch into Holly's audio relay.
> "Sod off. Ok Rufus, what is it?"
> "Well, we've got a copy of Mk.10's missing files and a way to transfer
> 'em...so where are you two?"
> "Out in space."
> "Huh?"
> "That big black thing out the window with all the little white bits."
> "Quiet droid, this is organism talk. Grab a few space suits and meet
> us out here."
> "Ok, just give us a few minutes."
> "Rufus?"
> "What is it, Mk.10?"
> "Yer gun's a piece of shit!"
> Mk.10 continued to squirm under the EVE, before finally resigning to
> his entrapment.
> "Fine, but I've still got one trick up me cache file. --ALL ROBOTIC
> UNITS. ALL ROBOTIC UNITS. PROCEED TO THE SHIP'S PRIMARY REACTOR CORE
> FOR SIMULTANEOUS SELF-DESTRUCTION. THIS ORDER IS FINAL AND CANNOT BE
> COUNTERMANDED--"
>
> All over the ship, the remaining scutters and peewees dropped their
> weapons and blindly followed their pre-set paths to their common goal.
>
> Jay, in despiration, peered up at the nearby external gantry, and
> smiled at the sight of three figures clad in white space suits.
>
> <tag folks. A few things to get done, yeah. Y'all have fun stoppin'
> those robots, now. Backpost of Rufus' journey will follow from Onion.>
>