Geronimo!

Who: Mk.7 and Efof
Where: A generic ice planet
When: After last post
Mk.7 and Efof plummeted through the icy atmosphere towards the
convoy of Hymanoptera and humans, and decided now was a good time to
start talking stratagy.
"Heh" thought Mk.7 "You know Efof, this reminds me of an old terran
phrase"
"Oh?"
"Yeah. 'If at first you don't succeed, do NOT take up sky diving'"
"Yeah, way to make a guy feel condfident. How do you intend we take
out 20 Hymanoptera soldiers?"
"Well, I've been thinking about that. I say, when you land, start
thrashing around on the ground and screaming. Then, while they are
incapacitated with laughter, I blast the crap out of them."
Efof thought about this for a while.
"Uh, no, I don't think i like that idea."
"Oh, fine. Maby you can vomit that lager on them. All 1 pints of it,
ya lightweight pansy." scoffed Mk.7
"Ooh, actually that may happen regardless. I don't feel so good."
"Oh, my, GOD!" screamed Mk.7
At that moment, Efof vommited, and, due to their high velocity, it
whipped past them, and most of it splattered against Mk.7's eye.
"God no! That's disgusting!" he said, activating two small hidden
windscreen wipers.
"Sorry." said Efof, "But i do feel much better now."
"You won't when I'm done with you!"
"I think we should use the parachutes now. We're getting pretty
close to the ground"
"Yeah, ok" said Mk.7
The two of them ejected their parachutes just in time. 30 seconds
later they hit the ground and rolled behind a conveniently
positioned lump of snow for cover.
"Ok, Efof, take this bazookoid," Mk.7 said disconnecting one of his
guns, "And give me some coverfire."
"Alright" said Efof
Mk.7 sprinted out from behind the hillock and picked off 5
Hymanoptera at the rear of the convoy.
"Hey, isn't that the queen?" Yelled Mk.7 to Efof, gesturing at one
of the cages. What, that tart in the rags clutching the dude with
the fuzzy boa?" asked Efof
"You you twonk, the one clutching the bag."
"Oh yeah." said Efof, tearing into 2 of the soldiers by accident.
By this point, the trail of humans and hymanoptera had stopped
moving, and all the hymies were converging on Efof and Mk.7
"I count only 10 left, but my batteries are almost dead." called Efof
"Yeah, bloody Duracells. Keep going and going my tin arse! Quickly,
reconnect it to me so I can just run it on my cold-fusion power
core."
Efof scrambled over to Mk.7, dodging the barrage of acid bombs and
dismembered limbs.
"Gotta get those turrets" said Efof pointing out the 3 large
portrable guns the remaining 7 Hymanoptera warriors were operating.
"Oh, uh, your Majesty! Throw us your bag!"
"My what? NO! I just bought it!"
"You can buy another one later! Your life depends on it." they yeled
at her. She reluctantly lobbed the bag at them, hitting Efof on the
head, messing up his beanie.
Mk.7 then, in turn, hurled the bag into the barrel of the center
gun, and dived for cover. It attempted to fire, but the acid became
blockwed and exploded, hurling acid all over the other guns and the
remaining Hymanoptera warriors.
Efof and Mk.7 relesed the caged humans and made their way to the
queen.
"Your Majesty, we are your rescue party." said Efof grinning proudly.
"Well, it's about time someone came and rescued m... is that a COCK
on your HEAD!? she said in puzzlement, causing Efof to blush and fix
up his beanie.
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