Re: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Smegg\'s interrogation/front-row seat

Look here! I don't care if Zack Richards is an interstellally wanted criminal, but he better be in on Friday the 5th!
Stewie McKenzie

--- TrookAJ@... wrote:

> STCP Headquarters
> The year 2900
>
> "Let's go."
> Blotz poked Smegg, and the two men walked into
> the office of > Blotz's boss. The door was neatly engraved with his
> name and title:
>
> Zorn Maxillus
> Field Agent Coordinator
> Space-Time Continuum Police
>
> Inside, Smegg admired the very rich paneling on
> the walls. He > boggled at the extremely rich wood that the
> impressive desk was made > out of. He gaped at the luxurious apholstery of the
> genuine leather > office chair/recliner. And he admired the
> conservatively fashionable > cut of the suit of the man behind the desk.
> The man smiled at him. "Welcome to the
> thirtieth century, > Lieutenant Commander Smegg. As you noticed on my
> door, I'm Field > Agent Coordinator Zorn Maxillus. Sorry to have
> brought you here on > such short notice, but then, there wasn't really a
> good way to do > this, was there?"
> Zorn smiled. "I'll only take up a couple
> relative minutes of > your time, and I'll see to it that you are returned
> to the moment of > your departure from the Blue Dwarf."
> "Now I need to know," Zorn spoke as he reached
> into a desk > drawer and pulled out a large crossbow pistol. > Jason started to > sweat when Zorn drew a bead on his left ear. Zorn
> continued, "What > you know of the whereabouts of one Zack Richards."
> Before Jason could speak, Zorn fired, and Jason
> felt the > turbulence of the crossbow bolt as it shot past him.
> He heard a > surprise 'whuff' sound behind him, whirled, and
> watched a ninja > dressed in brilliant orange drop to the ground with
> the bolt sunk to > the feathers in his chest. As he watched, four more
> popped out of > thin air, swords at the ready.
> Jason started to dive out of his chair when a
> massive hand > slapped across his chest, holding him in his chair. > Blotz > rumbled "Stay in your seat - these are holo-ninjas
> from the Training > department."
> Zorn had dodged three throwing stars that had
> been hurled at his > eyes, then caught the last two and sent them
> whistling back to their > owners with satisfying thunks. Then he leaped onto
> his desk and > snapped his shoes off, catching one of the ninjas in
> the chin.
> One of the remaining ninjas leaped onto the
> desktop, but Zorn > kicked his desk calendar under the spot where the
> ninja was about to > land, and he slid off the back of the desk into the
> potted yucca > plant with a scream.
> The last ninja flipped onto the desk, then
> swung his sword. > Zorn whipped off his tie and managed to catch the
> blade in a hastily-
> made loop. The two men wrestled for control of the
> sword. Jason was > stunned when he noticed that Zorn was still talking
> to him.
> "Zack Richards is a dangerous man, and beyond
> that, he's a royal > pain in the STCP tuckus. If you see him again, you
> will contact us, > won't you?" With a sudden wrench of the tie, Zorn
> flipped the sword > out of the ninja's hands and embedded it in the
> ceiling tiles. The > ninja looked up at it for a split second, then took
> a side kick to > the throat from Zorn, sending him crashing into the
> ninja who was > just now extracting himself from the sharpened
> leaves of the yucca > plant. Pulling the sword out of the ceiling, Zorn
> gripped it as Zeus > grips lightning bolts in popular Greek art, then
> hurled it through > both of the ninjas. They disappeared before they
> fell to the floor.
> Zorn hopped off his desk and recovered his
> shoes. "Carol, > please order a replacement desk calendar and another
> potted plant. > And send in the cleaning nanobots. Thanks."
> He turned back to Jason. "Lieutenant Blotz
> will get you a > contact device. If you see Mr. Richards again,
> please don't hesitate > to let us know. Do you have any questions?"
> Jason had plenty, but the main one that
> occupied him at the > moment was 'what the smegg was in his mouth?'
> He felt several nanobots crawling around his
> back molars, and > decided that he didn't like having them in there. > After digging with > his fingers, coughing, and aggressively clearing his
> throat. > Finally, they crawled out of his mouth, dragging a
> chunk of chicken > that they had extracted from between his molars. > Despite himself, > Jason was pleased. He'd been trying unsuccessfully
> to dislodge that > since yesterday.
> Zorn flushed very slightly. "Sorry about that.
> Sometimes they > take their jobs a little too seriously. You'll find
> that you are > also bellybutton lint free."
> Before Jason could force out a question, Zorn
> smiled. "Very > well, then. Blotz, take him back. Good day,
> Commander Smegg."
> A huge hand landed on Jason's shoulders, making
> him > lopsided. "Let's go, Commander."
> Five minutes later, Jason was watching as the
> giant dropped > through the deck to engineering and was gone.
> He sat dumbfounded for a minute, then looked at
> the calling > device Blotz had given him.
> Then he spotted the Susan B. Anthony that Zack
> had dropped > during the fight with Cubie. Looking around
> carefully, he sidled > over to the coin, stepped on it to make sure it was
> real, then leaned > over and picked it up. Finally something had gone
> right.
>
> a later date, and > a quick buck - hope it was good for you!>
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