Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Niples \"Bug info\"

>From: "onion Ball" <theonion770@...>
>Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
>Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Niples "Bug info"
>Date: Wed, 07 Aug 2002 15:02:44 +0000
>
>OOC- When I skipped ahead I forgot about Kara McGellen coming to save us,
>and I really wanted to write an introduction with her. So do you mind if
>you
>save us again Kara?
>But instead of saving us in the cave, this is when Seymour Phil and Efof
>had
>met up with Whitewolf.
>
>Congratulations for Simmer of the month too, I thought you deserved it :-)
>
>rpg:
>
>Seymour, Whitewolf, Efof, Phil, MP, Jay, Sydra, Alotta, Cerebrum and a few
>saint Bernard-sized mosquitoes
>Beach
>
>They were surrounded by the mosquittos which were circling over their heads
>making it very difficult to see because of the blazing holiday sun. One of
>the flying insects clawed Seymours shirt collar, ripping it off. On the
>underside of the insect’s spindly legs they has a series of spikes that
>luckily only scratched Seymours skin.
>
>“I told you I was sensitive to mosquitoes.” Seymour moaned, dropping his
>gun
>to apply a “Mr. Men” plaster on the wound.
>
>----snip---
>“Hey bug scum eat bazookoid you smeggers!"
>She blasted at the large group incinerating half of them. She loaded the
>bazookoid for another round and fired destroying the other half. She ran up
>to the Captain and his counterparts.
>"Pilot Kara McGellen at your command sir."
>She stood at attention and awaited her order.
>---end snip---
>
>“Thank you…”
>“That’s terribly decent of you ensign…” Seymour and Whitewolf both said at
>the same time.
>“Oh sorry, he’s the captain.” Said Seymour remembering and pointing to
>Whitewolf.
>
>“Right, we need to get to that spaceport.” Said Whitewolf, so the group
>began walking.
>
>---At the New Ibizan Space port---
>The port was empty, which was unusual because these resort airports were
>usually full of tired holiday makers sleeping on the floor waiting for
>their
>early morning space-transport home. The duty-free shops selling silly straw
>hats and cheap tipple were even empty.
>
>But on the landing pads around the back, the aliens were constructing a
>spaceship- not as massive as the spider ships that had destroyed Ffion, but
>large enough to carry a few bugs.
>
>Despite not being a Captain, Niples couldn’t help but exercise his command
>and strategy muscles. He spoke to Whitewolf.
>“If the bugs really are making a ship then we must stop them, they could
>spread their infestation to somewhere else. They could breed and develop
>colonies everywhere, wiping out planets…
>
>They were stood just outside the main terminal building. A line of insects
>they hadn’t noticed were stood on the roof above them, they started
>spitting
>acid down on the group.
>“How rude!” Said Seymour and the rest of the group started shooting at the
>insects.
>
>They ran inside the building, some ants had climbed down the wall from the
>roof and tried to follow them in, but Jay wedged the door shut.
>“Look at that!” Said Efof in awe as he looked through the full wall of
>plexi-glass that looked out onto the landing pads outside.
>Hundreds of the warrior ants were working on the spacecraft outside, it
>seemed to look dark green in colour and have spider tendrils like the
>insects themselves.
>“What are they doing, are they puking on it?” Said Efof.
>Seymour turned to Phil. “Phil, I know you’re in the security department now
>but do you still have any kind of scanning device?”
>Phil nodded and took a strange contraption out of his pocket and aimed it
>at
>the ship. “They’re constructing the ship out of proteins that they have
>consumed…”
>“Proteins from where?” Efof asked quietly to Jay.
>“Bits of what they’ve eaten I suppose,” jay answered. “People? Food?”
>Efof shuddered. “So they are puking on it.”
>
>Efof backed away from the window in fright as an ant casually walked down
>the outside of the glass, ignoring them inside.
>
>“Wait, this isn’t right….” Said Seymour. “if they do fly off in that ship
>then they can’t spread the colony on another planet… they can’t reproduce.”
>“What makes you such an insect expert?” Said Jay, realising that he could
>now say things to Seymour without the fear of being thrown in the brig.
>“I’ve studied a few… and used to catch….” He was afraid to say it in case
>he
>was mocked. “…butterflies.”
>
>There was laughter. Seymour went bright red. There’s nothing wrong with
>catching butterflies!” he said. He was sure he heard someone disguise the
>word ‘pufter’ with a cough.
>“Well, I suppose its better than collecting stamps…” Said Jay.
>“What’s wrong with collecting stamps?!” Erupted Seymour.
>Jays eyes widened. “Erm…Nothing.”
>There was that cough again.
>
>“Anyway…. These insects look similar to ants, do they not?” there were a
>few
>nods. “Well that one that just walked by just confirmed it, these are
>soldiers. They didn’t have any kind of reproductive organs, they’re all
>genderless.”
>He looked closely at the bugs working on the ship again.
>“And by the look of those workers over there, they’re finding it extremely
>hard constructing the ship with the naturally pointed and deadly arms. They
>were engineered for fighting, not working. There’s probably a whole other
>side of this race we haven’t even seen. This was probably just an attack
>party that got caught up in the glacier and the workers are somewhere
>else.”
>
>“Where?”
>“How should I know?”
>“You’re the bug expert, apparently!”
>
>Whitewolf calmed everyone down. “So what reason would they have to make a
>ship?”
>Seymour thought about it. “Maybe to get to others of their race and to give
>them information about… this planet…or us? I don’t really know. But I think
>we should blow it up. Besides, if we do that then we kill about 100 other
>bugs that are working on it too.”
>
>He turned around again to look through the glass. “Aahh a spider!” he
>yelped. Everyone picked up their guns.
>“No I mean a normal spider, its on the glass.” He cringed. “I’m scared of
>them.”
>
><WW, Phil, Jay? Anyone?>
>
>David "Onion" Ball
>Captain Seymour Niples, JMC Blue Dwarf
>WWW.BlueDwarf.co.uk
>--------------------------------------------
>He went to kiss her, but remembering her recent wave of vomiting, thought
>better of it and went to kiss her hand. The first one he went for was
>covered in vomit, so he changed his mind and went for the other. That one
>was covered in blood.
>What a predicament for a gentleman.
>(Katrina Swete+Seymour Niples, BlueDwarf.co.uk)
>
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Thanks about the Simmer of the month thing. I'm very pleased indeed!
rpg:
"Awwww for smeg's sake! It's just a smeggin spider!"
Kara walked over and smashed the spider with her hand. She wiped its
entrails on her jacket.
"That was not nesscary." Jay said.
"Would you rather me wipe it's measly reamains on you? Didn't think so. I've
got an idea! Why don't we load up all our weapons and run in there with a
full barrage of fire power?!"
Kara loaded up her weapons.
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