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Who: White Wolf & Wd-40
When: I'm gettting run over by a Golf cart and you what to know what
time it is?!?
Where: Just outside the door of Allie's crewquarters.
-= Snip =-
"Right, that should do it." Said the goliath hamster, while he picked
up a piece of scotch tape and motioned for WD-40 to head for exit.
"I'll just stick this note on her door as we step out." Finished the
huge hamster, as Wd-40 walked out into the hallway followed by the
hamster, who paused and stuck the note up on the door, and was about
to turn and follow when Wd-40 suddenly exclaimed, "Look out!" while
starting to point behind him and down the hallway.
The massive hamster turned slightly and glanced up just in time to
see a golf cart loaded with scutters bearing down upon him & Wd-40 at
high speed.
>>>>>>>>GRUNGE!!!<<<<<<<<<<<
-= End Snip =-
The speeding golf cart slammed into the huge hamster and mechanoid,
and actually sped up! The scutter driving the cart had intended to
punch the brakes, but in the confusion of the impact, instead punched
the accelerator, and the specially modified and super charged golf
cart's electric engine control electronics shorted out and shifted
it's gears into maximum overdrive.
The cart shot down the short hallway at breakneck speed carrying the
rotund hamster & mechanoid along with it, whereupon it remarkably
smashed through a flimsy door sized air vent that a BD engineer
recently bolted on to cover this new 'air shaft' which was originally
created by a Ford transit van crashing it's way into engineering*.
This small detail mattered little to the speeding cart and it's
unwilling passengers as they in free fall for several seconds...
"This is gonna feel worse than a hung over Phil & Keto tag team
proctology visit!" said the mammoth hamster while seeing the
seemingly bottomless air shaft stretch out below them and attempting
to push away from the golf cart in mid air.
"Yes, I must concur, this may void my original manufacturers warranty
for sure!" Commented Wd-40, as his competitiveness circuits compelled
him to try and get in the last word, and up the hamster's comment
before they crash landed on a outcropping in the shaft.
The impact smashed Wd-40 into several pieces and just milleseconds
before he impacted himself, the huge hamster gave one final shove
against the cart to avoid having the cart land on top of him, before
he too slammed into the ground alongside it.
All of the riding scutters were thrown randomly from the small cart
as it hit the ground and both it and the large hamster bounced some
fifteen feet into the air before the law of gravity angrily insisted
on yanking them thudding back down for a second time in order to
teach them a harsh lesson for even thinking about going airborne
again...
-= Some silence filled minutes later =-
The much bloodied & injured White Wolf painfully raised his head and
groggily glanced around at the deactivated Wd-40 pieces and tried
focusing on the quivering remains of the single surviving scutter
next to him and dazedly said to it "Allie, I'm tired, Could you
pickup the kids from school tonight instead? You can't because you
invited Commedore Niples & Katrina over for dinner? Nert Bert, I was
looking forward to getting some rest before having to go back on
shift in the drive room again. Seymour was right, being the BD's
captain really is tiring sometimes..." before helplessly flopping
his head back down and passing blissfully into unconsciousness.
The huge hamsters' minds eye drifted aimlessly in a dense white-gray
fog for some time, before a vague faint sound was heard. White Wolf
instictively felt he knew this sound, but was at loss as he tried
placing the faint sound in his memory and couldn't for several
moments, even though it seemed very familiar to him.
"How can I be familiar with something, yet not remember it? Where am
I? And Why can't I see my paw in front of my face?" Thought White
Wolf to himself in this odd dream state.
The vague sound rose a little in volume.
"It sounds like it's coming closer... Is it coming to me, or am I
moving towards it and not knowing it?" puzzled White Wolf realizing
he was bereft of any sense of touch or motion.
Then White Wolf suddenly recognised the familiar sound as violins
playing. Specifically, they were playing a song he remembered
accompanying a particularly interesting episode of Carl
Sagan's "Cosmos" PBS series he watched in the archives.
The music gradually grew louder, and he slowly became aware of
verdant living forest coalescing from the white gray fog about him,
and before the song was finished he noticed he was standing near a
tall and finely muscled Cheyenne warrior.
"Why haven't you counted coup, White Wolf?" asked the Cheyenne
warrior pointedly.
White Wolf was taken aback for a second, not understanding the
question, and then quickly answered, "I thought I was in heaven."
The Cheyenne warriors brow furrowed in a similar lack of
understanding, before White Wolf finished, "I mean, the land of the
sky people..."
The warrior threw back his head and laughing heartily before running
off and calling back, "Good Joke! Go tell Grandfather, and perhaps
he'll tell you again about the bad times! But you lost you chance
White Wolf, you'll have to run a long time before you catch up with
me once again to count coup on me!"
White Wolf blinked, and gazed at the beauty around for a few more
seconds, and then muttered outloud to himself, "I don't know whether
this really is heaven or not, but I might as well enjoy it while I
can." Then he let out a loud "Whoop!", and quickly ran after the
receding young man.
And White Wolf spent a seemingly endless & joyful time playing a game
of "Tag", when as he was tackling the young Cheyenne warrior to the
ground, a somber and ancient female voice called out to them,
"White Wolf, Running Goat, Stop that sillyness! You have chores to
do!"
"Yes, Grandmother." Said Running Goat, before tussling with White
Wolf one more time.
Suddenly, a strong foot quickly kicked them apart, as an elderly man
glared down at them shaking his head for a moment, and then reached
down picked up one then the other and dusted them both off.
The man handed Running Goat a wooden water pail, and gave him a shove
towards the camp. Then the elderly man turned his baleful glare on
White Wolf while crossing his arms.
"I'm sorry Grandfather, I..." Said White Wolf plaintively starting to
explain.
The Grandfather quickly raised one hand to silence him, and said in a
firm voice, "I'm disappointed in you, White Wolf! I shouldn't have to
remind you. You know full well what you have to do."
White Wolf knew something was bothering him all this time, but he was
completely bereft for words as he tried to remember what he was
supposed to be doing...
Then it suddenly came to him - he was supposed to wake up!
***************
He woke up with a start, and opened his eyes. The surviving scutter's
power system had finally failed after pitifully trying to hold on for
past couple of hours, and now the burned out power supply was smoking
slightly. White Wolf coughed violently several times as he sucked in
the vile smelling stuff for a moment, then painfully rolled over on
his side trying to size up his situation and see if he had any open
and bleeding major wounds. Luckily, none of his injuries appeared
immediately life threatening, just lot's of little lacerations, and
he may have some broken ribs, a right leg, the left hip, and a
painfully sprained right fore paw to boot. All of which he attempted
to set using strips cloth from his vest and straight metal parts from
the nearby scutter. The exertion caused him to pass out again for
another hour.
Again he woke up, but this time he glanced around more carefully. He
found he was in an unrepaired & abandoned section of the Blue Dwarf,
and the only thing still providing him light to see by was the golf
carts little red led clock. It showed the time as being 4:30 am, but
no date. As his eyes adjusted to the faint red light, he realized
there was another light source, a very distant and dim light was
coming from far up the air shaft, probably from where they crashed
through, but he couldn't be sure and when he tried craning his head
to get a better look he passed out again.
When he woke this time, he mentally added a possible concussion to
his earlier list of injuries. The carts clock said 11:45 Pm, at least
he could surmise he probably had been discovered missing by now and a
search party dispatched. It was only a matter of time now. All he'd
have to do was just survive until a search party found him.
Then his thoughts took a dark turn, as he realized, even without his
current injuries he was very likely to die of exposure or dehydration
in the mean time. He croaked outloud to himself, "Or if they find me
at all... Now that would be fitting end for a giant 6 foot, 1 Inch
hamster now wouldn't it? To be found as a hidden away skeleton
decades later as thier dismantling the Blue Dwarf. I could just hear
them saying 'Say, that was some mighty big rodent they had aboard,
perhaps he escaped from Security Chief Phil FeBuggure's clutches'"
He suddenly stopped, and then finished, "I'll be Smegged if I'm going
to let that be my destiny!"
He slowly and carefully reached into his right cheek pouch, and
retrieved out his emergency space blanket. It took him a very long
time to unfold it, and spread it out over him. When that was done, he
sighed almost pleasurably as the metallic silver blanket slowly
reflected back the warmth of his body and made him a little drowsy.
He mumbled to himself, "Ok. That should fix the exposure problem, now
I just need to get something to drink."
White Wolf then glanced around again search the gloom about him.
Finally, he spotted a leaky bent water fire sprinker system pipe
jutting from the remains of the ceiling just a little ways off above
him. He rolled over on his belly again, and slowly & painfully
dragged himself towards it, while pulling the space blanket about him.
He passed out several dozen times while exerting himself this way,
but he noted with grim determination that even though he was probably
missing for two maybe three days crawling like this already by the
golf carts clock, he was making progress, and was nearly underneath
the leaky spigot.
And his assumption was right, there in the dim glow of the golf carts
red clock, he could see a small puddle of water had formed underneath
it. If he crawled to it in time, he would be able to drink from it
and stave off his dehydration.
After several more hours of crawling by inches & passing out he was
right next to it. He slowly craned his head down, and tried to take a
drink out of it, when he nearly passed out again, his face dipping
into the water.
He weakily raised his head again, while commenting to himself, "Now
that would be stupid, White Wolf, drowning while trying to take your
first drink..."
He carefully took a sip, then laid his head down to rest some, and
drifted off to sleep, then woke, and took another drink of water, and
rested again. He had done so many times, he eventually lost count.
And once, when he awoke, he noticed the golf carts little red LED
clock had finally died too, leaving him in near total darkness, and
with no way to track the time.
Eventually, he awoke to the violent shake of the deckplates that was
caused by Dean's ramming into the drive room. He carefully drank
again, as his stomach growled loudly, he realized he was awfully
hungry.
"Ohhh, What I'd give for a shred of anything to eat... I'd even eat
one of McDonald's burgers right about now." he lamented.
He looked up at the very faint light source up in the gloom above
him, and shouted, "Don't any of you Smeghead's know I'm down here?!?"
The word 'here' echoed in the shaft for several seconds before giving
away to silence once again.
"Alright, to whichever one of you knows, how's about a years supply
of curry chicken vindaloo?", shouted the huge hamster again. 'loo'
echoed repeatedly in the shaft.
"Damn. There's got to be a better way of letting someone I'm here.
Trouble is, how do I let crew with all the resourcefulness of a one
armed man in a hand clapping contest know where I am?" Muttered the
huge hamster disgustedly, resting his head back on the deckplate to
think.
"Mmm... I'm definitely too weak throw anything off this
outcropping..." he muttered.
After a very long time thinking, drinking and sleeping, he then
suddenly exclaimed, "Zortech! It just might work!"
He carefully reached out and pulled Wd-40's severed arm closer,
propped it upright, connected up the busted remains of his Vidman
(Sam) as a power supply and fiddled with the arm's internal wiring
and touching two wires together, causing it to twitch violently.
"Good, good." He muttered excitedly, then picked up a piece of
destoryed scutter and set it on Wd-40's outstretched palm, then
touched the wires again, and the arm threw it the scutter part a
short distance away where it landed back on the outcropping.
"Excellent. Just need to fine tune it, now." Muttered White Wolf as
he adjusted the Wd-40's severed arm, and repeated the process several
times, until he was able to toss several scutter parts down the open
shaft.
"Perfect. I always loved a good game of artillary. Now for the final
Coup de grace!", said White Wolf while quickly reaching into his left
cheek pouch, and withdrewing the EMP Grenade, and settling it into Wd-
40's disembodied hand, and activating it. Then he touched the two
wires together, causing Wd's arm to twitch once more, sending the
EMP grenade quickly sailing out from the outcropping he was lying on,
and down the shaft to engineering below.
Several seconds later, as the small Grenade bounced to a landing
somewhere in the Engineering, it went off, and the EMP shockwave got
all of the engineers attention as the 'back up drive room' section of
engineering went expectedly dead.
<By the way... TAG! Would somebody please, come and find the missing
first officer?> :-D
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*- Back in Msg # 4754.
OOC - Sorry I haven't posted for a while, I've been >unbelievably<
busy. First- my Significant other , Jen , totaled her car on April
1st, and needed me to drive her to school & back in addition to my
normal work schedule. Then, my dad asked me to help him clean up his
10 acre farm so he can sell it and move into an apartment because my
brother was a little too busy dealing with cleaning up the mess his
now 'unbuddy' left him at his rental house, (it got totally trashed)
and Dad asked me to move his belongings out & sell his left over
belongings while I was also helping Jen look for a new car,
evenutally wound up giving her mine, and buying myself an SUV to
better help out with moving dads stuff, Plus I had a three day
technical conference in the cities I had to attend to and Etc, Etc.
Well, as a result of all this, my free time disappeared faster than
candy on Halloween nite! It seems to be slowly settling back down,
now though.
- WW.