*Action* - "Allies of the Mollopod" pt1

Who: Phil Febuggure and Seymour Niples
Where: Titan
When: A few days before
The Space Corps Admiral lead Phil Febuggure and Ambassador Seymour
Niples around the base.
The base was how all sci-fi sets should be. It was clean, and modern,
and shiny, and had exciting little bits of technology all around the
place that served no purpose other than to make you go "Ooo".
The Admiral caught Seymour staring up in one of the tallest rooms.
Parts of the ceiling moved effortlessly for decoration.
"Sorry, I'm not used to being somewhere like this. On the Blue Dwarf
I've become accustomed to everything being a little... naff."
"Oh this? This is only holographic for the tourists. The real
structure is made of straw and Llama dung."
"Oh." Said Seymour.
"Of course we don't normally like to scrimp. The Space Corps does
actually have pots of money, we just prefer to spend it wisely."
"Oh what?" Phil asked.
"Oh this." The Admiral lead them into a new room where Seymour could
barely see the ceiling or far walls. A large spacecraft was being
constructed.
"This is the Spacecorps ship 'Kebabbish'." The Admiral's shoulders
sagged at their reaction to the name. "Yes, I know it's a terrible
name. The technicians named it on a Friday night when they were
working late and had take-out."
Phil shrugged. "It's not so bad. I used to work on the JMC Chicken
Korma." he then studied the new ship with excitement. "So does it
have cool weapons and stuff?"
"No."
"Aww."
"This ship is for stealth and negotiation ONLY."
"Aww."
"The enemy is very very powerful. We aren't yet in a position to
attack them head on, so what I want you to do is take the Kebabbish
and find us some better weapons."
"Where from?" Asked Seymour.
"From the Mollopods. They are willing to share some of their
teleportation technology with us, and they also-"
"But they tried to eat us." said Seymour.
"Yes... but..."
"But Humans are like their number one delicacy." Seymour said,
totally paranoid. "They've tasted us, and now won't stop. We're like
their version of Pringles. Once you pop a human, you can't stop."
"Ambassador please, you're being racist."
"Racist? Mice don't fear cats because they're racist. Buffalo don't
fear lions because they've got problems with ethnicity."
The Ambassador looked at the floor for a few seconds. "Finished, Mr
Ambassador?"
Seymour folded his arms. "Yes."
"The Mollopods are going to give us some new transporter technology
to help fight the Krylons. I want you to go to the Mollopod homeworld
to pick it up."
Phil nodded. "Who's Captain?"
"You. Captain Phil Febuggure."
Phil didn't know what to say so settled on: "Ace." he did a super
long Spacecorps salute and then ran to get a closer look of the
ship.
Seymour tilted his head sideways as he looked at the large craft. "It
looks like a squirrel."
"I beg your pardon."
"It looks like a squirrel. How is one supposed to take a ship
seriously if it looks like a squirrel?"
"Erm..." said the Admiral.
"I wonder if it is wise to go off gallivanting back out into the
galaxy in a ship about as threatening as a small cuddly mammal. I
think I might have a few strict words with the designers."
"I AM one of the designers." Said the Admiral.
Seymour's mouth opened and closed a few times before he pointed to
Phil and said "I'll be over there with the excited Captain Febuggure."
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Who: Jay, Efof, Justin, Scott Yorah, Gomez, some Mollopods, and a
bunch of other aliens
Where: The Krylon occupied planet
When: Now
The three Krylons were swiftly disabled, and the Mollopods invited
all the aliens to use the teleporter pads to transport themselves to
the Mollopod homeworld.
The group de materialised in a shower of sparks, and reappeared
thousands of lightyears away.
The Mollopods lived up to their promise and held a huge banquet in
honour of all the races working together against one foe. A street
festival was held, and all crewmembers (and aliens alike) were seated
on long banquet tables out in the Mollopod capital city. As the pink
sun started to set, the food and beer were served.
"To an alliance against the Krylons!" The fat Apophallationmaster
called our from his extravagent throne.
Everything was going well until someone crashed a large Squirrel into
the Mollopod's tallest skyscraper....
<TBC>