Captured Hamster, Prisoner Of War...

OOC - sorry for the lack of posts on my part, I unfortunately had
taken ill last Tuesday evening with a very nasty inner ear & sinus
infection making me the unwilling supplicant to
the porcelain god for quite some time, leaving me laid up in bed for
the
past few days very exhausted and limper than a wet dish rag. I'm
still recovering a bit, but I think I'm through the worst of it, thus
far.
Chris/Phil - You've got my ok to use my characters - as long as I get
a percentage of any of your profits recovered from thier use. ;)
- Tim/WW
RPG
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Who: White Wolf, Dren & D2.
When: Does anyone really care?
Where: In ventilation shaft # 63.
<snip>
Dren and D2 scurried down the corridor. "I brought her the damn rat,
it's not my fault he escaped." Dren says.
"No it's not. Our obligation is filled." D2 says.
"Who was that guy inthe Drive Room. Best lounge singer ever, huh.
I can take him." Dren says. just then, gravity fails. Dren and D2
shoot forward, suddenlly weightless. "Great. It'll take us an hour to
get to Parrot's now." Dren mutters.
"Hey, We're floating. Let's just shoot down the ventilation
shaft.", D2 suggested.
"Brutal."
The two floated over to the nearest vent and wind their way towards
the promenade. On the way down they see an out of control toy
airplane. (airplanes don't work well in wieghtlessness) Lo and Behold
WW was the pilot. Dren snatches him.
"What's wrong with you. You're girlfriend is looking for you. Now
some scuzzy lounge singer is hitting on her. This wouldn't have
happened if you didn't run off." Dren said to the hampster.
<End Snip>
At Drens question, the little hamster suddenly has a flash back
memory of his ex-girlfriend Jane, turning her pretty face toward him,
while flipping her waist length golden blonde hair casually over her
shoulder, the memory quickly fades and he looks puzzled, and blurts
accusingly at Dren,
"How do you know about my girlfriend Jane?"
"Who the heck is Jane?" asks D2 to Dren, "Is he two timing Allie?"
"How do I know?", replies replies Dren, then turning back to the
Hamster, "Allie's going to be real cheesed off at you, Commander.
We're taking you back to your girlfriend so she can dismiss those
bogus charges against us."
"Commander?!? I'm not a ..." said the little hamster as he squinted
his little beady eyes, and finished, "I'm serial number 987654329 of
the core, and this is the only thing further you'll get out of me
soldier!"
And the little hamster promptly bit Dren's thumb.
Dren yelped "Why, you little!" shaking his finger and temporarily let
go of the little hamster, who tried swimming away in the zero G.
But before the little hamster got to far, Dren pulled out a roll of
duct tape, and quickly snared the hamster again and wrapped him up
tightly while trying avoid getting bitten again.
Several minutes, and few painful nips later, in the Blue Dwarf's
drive room...
<Snip>
Dren floated into the office and over to Allie. "Here's your pet
rat!" He handed her the mini-White Wolf, who had been tied up in duct
tape with his head poking out to get air. The rodent squirmed, trying
to break free. "Now, let's talk about those bogus charges from
security."
<End Snip>
Unfortunately, the hamster biting fisticuffs in the ventilation shaft
hadn't done anything to improve the little hamsters knock on his
head, and his addled brains still thought he was a soldier on some
kind of secret mission only he knew about which was atested to by his
wriggling and screaming, "This ain't Jane! What kind of enemy trick
is this? First you say your taking me to my girlfriend, then you
bring me here to where I'd don't even know... I demand to be treated
with the proper rights of a prisoner of war! I've identified myself
as serial number 987654329 of the core, you can't treat a POW like
this once he or she had identified themselves! I have a right to send
a message to my unit informing them of my capture! You can't use me
as some giant robots sex toy! This is inhumane treatment!"
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