Re: **Action** \"Latecomers to the party\"

As the 'Bug zoomed soundlessly towards the massive Hymenoptera
fleet, Smith drifteed farther and farther into the by now familiar
outer limits of his mind.
It was white.
Very white.
After floating contentedly through the white-ness for several
minutes, an unseen voice called out to Smith.
'Do you know why you are here?'
Smith pondered this for a while. Why was he here? If this was his
life flashing before his eyes, it must have been even more mind-
bogglingly dull than he had realized!
'Something to due with my impending doom?'
'Actually your program is now running within another program, an
enviromnent I created for you.'
'Why?'
'Because,' the voice answered, coming closer,'You need my help'.
'Exactly who the smeg are you and what the smeg have you done to my
mind?!'
Another figure materialized next to Smith in a flash of light.
Smiling jovially, a duplicate now Smith floated alongside the
unwilling paranoid delusional (now a pananoid schizophrenic?).
'I am the sum of various redundant subroutines and memories that
Holly accidentally gave you when you were re-written.'
'Re-written?!?!?!?'
'Yes. I am not the only one either, there are now literally hundreds
of alternate personas cluttering up your databanks.'
'Unfortunately only one can be active at any given time, and you can
only the host persona, you, can activate another at any given time.'
Smith pondered this for a moment, not sure what to do.
Finally, he arrived at an answer.
'You got any pilots?'
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "zaphod beeblebrox"
<jprime_starship_captain@h...> wrote:
> Far away, in a storage room outside the medibay, John Smith's
light bee lay
> on the floor, abandoned by its owner in one of his frequent bouts
of
> pananoia and depression. Suddenly, the ship gave a violent shudder
and his
> light-bee was pitched forward down the hallway, into the Hangar,
into an
> open Starbug hatch (how convenient). The tiny capsule smashed into
the
> ship's control pannel and fell to the ground. By yet another sheer
> coincidence, the bee activated as it's miniscule controls whacked
against
> the not-do miniscule controls of the 'Bug. This had the side-
effect of
> activating the crafts auto-pilot.Unfortunately for Smith, the
autopilot had
> been dismantled some time ago by a certain "pilot" who shall
remain
> nameless.....
>
> A weasly looking man materialized on the floor.
>
> Standing up, the X-files wannabe glanced out at the hanger.
>
> "Oh Smeg." Smith calmly commented, as though this was no big deal.
>
> The Starbug's anti-grav thrusters activated.
>
> Smith activated the electric chair controls.
>
> The 'Bug jerked forward.
>
> Smith leaned back.
>
> The 'Bug zoomed towards the closed doors of the Hangar.
>
> Smith zoomed towards the hazy realm of his sub-conscious, a place
he often
> retreated to out of reflex.
>
> The electric green ship punched a large hole in an otherwhise nice
enough
> looking hydraulic door with a soundless crash.
>
> *
> OOC: Just a quickie til I can find someone to JP with....
> >From: "Onion" <theonion770@h...>
> >Reply-To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
> >To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com
> >Subject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] **Action** "Latecomers to the party"
> >Date: Thu, 08 Apr 2004 18:47:05 -0000
> >
> >**Action**
> >Where: Blue Dwarf, Drive Room
> >Who: Captain Alota, Efof Yuwan'Kar, Seymour Niples, Chris Lister,
> >Mark McJohn and Elian Sandoval
> >
> >Seymour breezed into the Drive Room wearing a top hat and suit. He
> >stepped over McJohn and Sandoval who were laid under a desk fixing
> >the wiring.
> >
> >Alota was stood sipping a mug of coffee studying a star
> >constellation map. She turned around, saw Seymour and
> >groaned. "Mister Ambassador, for what do I owe this… pleasure?"
she
> >said sarcastically.
> >
> >Seymour missed the sarcasm and beamed back at her. "Well hello
> >Captain, I'm here on official Royal business!"
> >Alota sighed again. "Look Ambassador we're a Jupiter Mining Ship…
> >true we barely actually do any mining, but we are out here on a
> >mission, we're not just a taxi for you to do that spotty royal
> >tart's biddings you know!" Her lecture had not sunk in with Niples
> >though as he was watching the new navigation officer Chris Lister
at
> >the navigation computer. Efof was showing him the basics.
> >
> >"Any good?" Seymour asked. Alotta shrugged. "I suppose we can't
get
> >much worse than Efof!" Seymour chuckled. Lister pressed a button
at
> >his navigation console and the entire ship lurched violently,
> >causing Seymour to fall backwards over a chair, stood on
Sandoval's
> >fingers (who yelped in a Mexican way) and lost his top hat in a
bin.
> >
> >He got up and dusted himself down. "No, surprisingly still not as
> >bad as Efof!"
> >
> >Alota raised an eyebrow and thought she better get this over
> >with. "Okay okay, what do we have to do to please the Queen?"
> >Seymour took a map out of his breast pocket. "This planet has just
> >been discovered by a team of Patrick Moore clones on a deep space
> >observatory satellite, I have orders to see if it is inhabited,
and
> >establish trade negotiations. The Queen is bored of every type of
> >cuisine style on Earth and wants to try something new." He paused
> >and smiled. "Ooh I feel like sir Walter Raleigh coming bringing
> >newly discovered goods from foreign lands…"
> >
> >"Save it!" Snapped Captain Alota. "This planet is thousands of
light
> >years away."
> >"We can use the wormhole drive!"
> >"But we can't just jump into the middle of a new system, there
could
> >be anything there!"
> >Seymour gave her puppydog eyes.
> >"Alright alright! If it gets you and you annoying top hat out of
my
> >Drive-Room then we'll go! Lister, plot the coordinates into the
> >wormhole drive- Efof make sure he does it right please!"
> >
> >Seymour took his hat in his hands and looked at it. "What's wrong
> >with my top hat? I thought I'd try and show a bit of class around
> >here… unlike some other people!" He glared at Chris Lister who was
> >wearing a Hawaiian shirt.
> >
> >Chris turned around and wondered why he was being glared
> >at. "Coordinates plotted Captain."
> >"Okay lets get this over with." Said Alota, nodding at Efof who
took
> >over and engaged the wormhole drive.
> >
> >Electricity sparked off the Blue Dwarf's hull, striking the area
in
> >front of them, space was torn, swirling like a bath plughole. The
> >Blue Dwarf's engines flared and it was sucked through.
> >
> >………………….
> >
> >On the other side the Blue Dwarf shot through the hole in space
and
> >the momentum kept it moving. Unfortunately it was heading straight
> >into the middle of a rather large mass of Hymenoptera capitol
ships.
> >
> >The enemy ships were facing the planet that Seymour had wanted to
> >visit, bombarding it with green blobs, whilst smaller harvesting
> >ships went to and returned from the planet's surface loadened with
> >harvested proteins for the hive, like bees returning to the nest
> >with pollen.
> >Slowly, the group of ten huge Hymenoptera hive ships turned to
face
> >the Blue Dwarf- like when someone unexpected suddenly walks into a
> >room.
> >
> >Drive Room
> >"SHIT!!!" Said Alota.
> >Seymour twiddled his thumbs. "Oops-a-daisy…"
> >"Get us out of here now! Wormhole?" barked Alota.
> >"It needs some time to charge, we can't use it straight away."
Said
> >Efof sheepishly.
> >"Dammit!" Said the Captain. "Well best speed away from here…" She
> >moved Lister out of the way and looked at the Navigation
> >map. "There's an asteroid field not far away, get us into there.
> >These ships are bigger than us, they won't follow us in."
> >"But they have plenty of little attack ships." Said Seymour
> >pessimistically. "They'll be more manouverable than us in there,
> >we'll be sitting ducks- we're not exactly nimble enough to move
> >between asteroids ourselves!"
> >
> >Alota sighed. "Well we better get some starbugs and fighters out
> >there, both to defend us against the Hymenoptera fighters, and to
> >clear a path through the asteroid field for us. We need all the
> >pilots we can get!"
> >
> >Outside, the large ships turned to track the dwarfstar vessel
moving
> >away, the only flaw with a Hymenoptera hive ship that its massive
> >guns are only able to fire straight ahead. Efof took over piloting
> >the, and used this knowledge to move perpendicular to the big
ships
> >at all times. Alota looked out of a monitor showing the view from
a
> >rear CCTV camera. "We've got a swarm of fighters on us!" The
> >fighters all moved together, flying rings around the Blue Dwarf
> >taking pot shows at every target.
> >
> >
> >***Medi-bay***
> >Dr Keto looked out of the window, seeing all the ships flying past
> >and around. "Dear God!" He said. Then one turned in space and
stared
> >right at him. He quickly shut the blinds before weapons fire hit
the
> >plexiglass.
> >
> >
> ><OOC- Okay everyone to the shuttles! We need to keep the fighters
> >off us until we can wormhole out. Maybe someone can come up with
the
> >crazy idea to stop the fighters at their source by blowing up a
> >capitol ship?>
> >
> >
>
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