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Asmodean
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posted May 21, 2004 04:50 PM |
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Ow that hurt like a bugger!
Not easy indeed. Onion-boy packed a wallop better than Wee Gordy's da the time he snitched the moonshine when he was just a lad.
Can't get distracted now!
Whumph!
A blow to Wee Gordy's mid-section leaves him lying against the ropes.
Ow it hurt like a bugger to breathe, the air knocked out of him like a deflated balloon....Oh no!
Just barely avoiding a thrd punch Wee Gordy staggers away and tries to get his breath back, but the Dorfl is relentless.
Blow followed blow as Wee Gordy danced around the ring, trying desperately to come up with an attck plan.
The Dorfl didn't have a very long reach, and many of it's punches only clipped Wee Gordy when he wasn't quick enough, but with a Dorfl's strength, even half a punch hurt like a full blow from some-one else.
I wasn't fair, the bloody thing had three arms! Two could be kept up to protect the thing's body while the third darted jabs at Wee Gordy from the middle.
A full frontal attack wasn't going to work, the thing was just too damned strong!
Jumping high in the air Wee Gordy used wings to give him just a little bit of extra lift to land behind Crippled onion.
Three quick jabs to the thing's unprotected rear and he danced back before it could turn. The thing couldn't turn very fast on it's six stumpy legs, and therein lay Wee Gordy's advantage......
Two rounds passed quickly, Wee Gordy using this new tactic to at least land a few blows on Criplled Onion. Mostly trying to stop his head from being split like a melon. But the larger Dorfl was tiring. All that spinning about was taxing its energies. He probably had never fought an opponent who continually jumped over his head.
And Wee Gordy's punches seemed to be finally taking effect, while Onion-boy's were hurting less. Which meant it was like getting hit by two strong men instead of three. But Wee Gordy had a hard head and good enduance.
By round six the fight was slowly turning his way. He was still as quick as he had been in round one. And was beginning to really hurt his larger slower opponent.
The big thing was crying out in pain and rage as Wee Gordy continually hammered it in the back, and then dancing away to safety. He had only landed two punches on Wee Gordy in the last round.
Wee Gordy knew the thing would be hard to get off it's feet. It had six of the things for a start. And pounding the things back might hurt it, but it wouldn't knock the thing out. So he had to start taking chances.
Jumping high in the air, he saw the Dorfl begin to turn around, but instead of hitting him in the back, he landed and darted under the things three arms, jabbing at it's mouth and snout.
The Dorfl grunted in pain, especially when it was hit on the snout. So Wee Gordy hit on the snout again, and it staggered back - wildly throwing punches.
From then it was just a matter of time. Now that Gordy knew it's weak spot he exploited it mercilessly and it wasn't long before the big creature hit the canvas for the ten-count.
The rest of the fighters looked mightily impressed. All except Static.
'Well little man. I'll give you a few minutes to rest, then it's you and me'.
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Shadowcaster
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posted May 21, 2004 06:26 PM |
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The sickeningly cheery human kept babbling on, holding Alistair in the conversation against his will.
"I don't believe I caught your name, bud."
"It's Alistair," the Esprit mumbled.
"I'm sorry, could you speak up?"
Now it was official, Alistair hated this man with all of his being. He was obviously one of the smartest of their breed, but ignorance overlooked no human, it seemed. The man was still waiting expectedly as Alistair looked blankly up at him, the taller unaware that the small figure was plotting escape.
"I said my name is Alistair. You'll be seeing that name everywhere soon; I'm running for the presidency next month and I plan on winning. Then you'll know my name, everyone will."
He stomped off, trying to ignore the human. But then it happened. The Esprit could not help hearing the next words out of Daniels' mouth, words that would ring in his mind forever.
"Oh, you're running too?"
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Lord_Woock
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Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted May 25, 2004 12:33 AM |
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Ra'Esteh
You walk on, but stop suddenly when an Esprit almost dies under your foot.
'Hey, watch where you're going, big guy!' the small one shrieks
'Oops. Didn't mean to squash you,' you say
'Hey, you guys are Roki, right?' the small guy beams at you. 'I've heard about all the nasty stuff them humans did to you. Go look for Alistair. Tell him that Duncan sent you.'
The little man hurries away before you can say a word.
Wee Gordy
'You ready yet?' Static grins at you, like a hunter grins at his prey a moment before killing it.
'Damn right!' you answer.
The two of you walk back to the boxing ring.
'Okay, let's go through the rules one more time. In this game, you can do anything. Anything that helps you win, except weapons and leaving the ring. Three seconds on the ground and you're out. Understand?'
'Sounds straight forward enough... Let's get on with it then!'
Static waves his right middle and index fingers in an encouraging manner. You approach him carefully, knowing that this is not going to be easier than the onion guy. You take an experimental shot at his head just to see how fast he can move, but the result exceeds all expectations. He turned around on his heel, grabbed your hand with both arms, forced his fingernails deep into your skin- BZZT! Egad, you think, when he sends you flying to the ground.
Damn, these guys are goo-
Before you can even finish a thought, you are forced to roll sideways by the sight of Static's elbow rushing straight at your face.
Alistair
When finally the conversation with Daniels is over, you go to the first bar you see to enjoy a nice cup of coffee. This has got to be the worst day ever, you think. Drinking a terran drink in a human bar, surrounded by humans...
'INCOMING MESSAGE TO MR. ALISTAIR,' comes a voice from a speaker near an info booth.
This better be good, you think when entering the booth. On the screen you see the face of Duncan.
'Cheer up, man! There'll be some good information coming to you soon!' Duncan says and disconnects.
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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Vadskye91
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posted May 25, 2004 05:08 AM |
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Vadskye: "What's it to you? All you need to know is that I need my ship fixed."
Human1: "Hey, we're not the mechanics shrimp! Fixer guys are over that way. *points*"
Vadskye: "Hmmm. Thank you. Perhaps some humans are not evil. Rude to be sure, but not evil."
Human2: "What was that?!"
Vadskye ignored him and walked down a corridor in the direction pointed. He found a door saying "Mechanic" on it. Typical. Vadskye opened the door and found a small room, sparsely furnished. There was a man of rather large proportions sitting in a corner of the room lifting weights. Vadskye spoke to him.
Vadskye: "Are you the person who fixes ships?"
Mechanic: "What's the sign on the door say?"
Vadskye: "Mechanic."
Mechanic: *with sarcasm* "Well then, I guess I am. Why do you ask?"
Vadskye: "I've got some minor damage to my ship. Could you fix it?"
Mechanic: "How much will you pay?"
Vadskye: "100UC."
Mechanic: "No way! 175."
Vadskye: "135."
Mechanic: "160."
Vadskye: "150."
Mechanic: "Deal. I'll get to work. It won't take too long, about thirty minutes."
Vadskye: "Great. I've got an MCU, number's 199119942000, notify me when it's fixed. I'll pay you 50 now and the rest when it's fixed."
So Vadskye left the office to wander around the ship.
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Asmodean
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Heroine at the weekend.
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posted May 25, 2004 08:36 PM |
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Oh shhhhh********************t!
Barely getting away in time Wee Gordy hears the thump as Static's elbow hits the canvas. Rolling to his feet he sees Static is already up and advancing towards him! This human was good!
Meeting Static head on Wee Gordy grapples him, remembering too late about Statics electric fingernails.
BZZZT!!
Wee Gordy flies back into the ropes, rebounds off them and meets Static's forearm coming back, clothes-lining him on to the canvas again.
But instead of going for the kill, Static stomps around the ring exhorting the other watching fighters with cries of 'OH YEAH! WHO'S DA MAN?!!' and 'WHERE'S ALL THOSE STATIMANANICS!!!!'
The idiot was showboating!!! Like some cheap entertainer!!
As Wee Gordy gets unsteadily to his feet he manages to duck under the taller human's arms and as Static passes him he locks his arms around the man's waist - heaving him into a lop-sided suplex. Damn these bloody tall fighters!!
Trying to hold on to the hold, to turn it into a bearhug didn't work either. Static just lowered his hands and dung his fingernails into Wee Gordy's arms, spasming the muscles and breaking the hold.
As Wee Gordy snatches his hands back Static picks him up and bench-presses him high above his head, then throws him hard towards the corner bar.
Wee Gordy's natural flying instincts kick in, and he stops his mad hurtle just short of the pole. Hearing Static charge him from behind he flits up vertically, watching Static run chest first into the corner-post.
Taking advantage of his opponent being winded he flies down and kicks Static in the head, hearing the CRACK as his face hits the top of the post.
Dropping to the ground he grabs Statics leg and lifts him backwards, slamming him onto his back.
Holding on to the leg, Wee Gordy pushes down with all his strength, trying to keep Static's shoulder to the mat. Beating his wings frantically to help him pin the big man down!
The other fighters slap the side of the ring, chanting 'ONE! TWO! THR-'
And Static kicks out, just getting his shoulder up, and Wee Gordy, still beating his wings, zooms towards the ropes!
Bouncing off the ropes, he turns to launch himself like a spear at the rising Static - who sidesteps and catches Wee Gordy, jumping using his weight added to Gordy's flight speed to drive Gordy face first into the mat with a vicious DDT.
Rolling over Wee Gordy, Static lies over him, pinning his arms to his side and his shoulders to the mat.
Wee Gordy struggles to push Static off, but he is too winded, and the human too heavy.
'ONE!'
Wee Gordy frantically tries to free one of his arms from under Static, but the bastard has got his fingernails into Gordy's sides and Wee Gordy cries out in rage and helplessness.
'TWO!'
Well there's only one thing for it - Static did say No rules after all.
Wee Gordy jerks his right knee up between Static's legs.
Hard.
The pressure lifts instantly and Wee Gordy gets a shoulder out and free, stopping the count.
Pushing Static, who is understandably distracted, off of him Wee Gordy lines him up for a good solid headbutt. He takes aim and-
'STOP!'
Wee Gordy jerks round at the voice, and the cheering fighters grow silent very quickly.
Max is standing at the door to the sparring room, not looking very pleased.......
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2Xtremetotake
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posted May 27, 2004 03:31 AM |
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Walking around this strange hunk of metal, he hears and feels something crunch under his foot. Then hears a muffled yell. Surprised, he lifts up his foot. A weird alien creature is there
Esprit: Watch it you giant!
Ra'Esteh: Sorry. Didnt see you.
Esprit: Hey! You are a Roki! Your people are being enslaved by the humans eh??
Ra'Esteh: Yes..why?? and how did you know
Esprit: Nevermind that. Tell you what. Go look for a Esprit named Alistar. Tell him Duncan sent ya. Ill give him further news.
Ra'Esteh: A What??
Esprit: Esprit. Thats what i am....he looks sorta like me..JUST DONT STEP ON HIM!
Ra'Esteh: Ok..
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RedSoxFan3
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posted May 30, 2004 06:46 AM |
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Jon sits alone in front of his favorite coffee shop reading over a speech he has prepared for Jim Daniels. He takes a sip of his latte and looks up at several boisterous newcomers causing a disturbance as they depart their vessals and enter the Core. His spits out his coffee as he notices they are Roki. Adding more fuel to his panic attack, he sees an Esprit approach them and proceed to exchange words including the topic of bondage.
He quickly packs up his work and calls up one of his assistants, Geoffrey Manning.
Geoff: “Hello?”
Jon: “Hi.”
Geoff: “Oh, hi, Mr. Anderson. How are you today?”
Jon: “I don’t have the time for stupid questions right now. We have a problem. I need you to get down here immediately. Several Roki have arrived at the Core.”
Geoff: “Yes, Sir. Be right there.”
Jon: “This time don’t go blabbering everything to Jim. Like last time. He doesn’t need to know this.”
Geoff: “Absolutely. No problem, Sir.”
Jon: “Well what are you doing on the phone still? Get down here.”
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Go Red Sox!
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Vadskye91
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posted June 07, 2004 02:10 PM |
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Vadskye recieved a call notifying him that his ship was prepared. He left on it, noticing that it handled better than usual. The mechanic must have checked the rest of the ship over as well. Vadskye found no particular reason to go anywhere, so he decided to stay by the planet while he ate.
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Knowledge is power...
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RedSoxFan3
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posted June 08, 2004 05:12 PM |
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Geoff hurried through the halls, worried about upsetting his boss for taking too long. He was a black man over 7 feet tall and extremely gangly. He weighed just under 200 pounds. Geoff came from a poor family back on Terra and was one few humans who was not cured of genetic disorders upon his conception. He had Marfan's Syndrome, hence the tall, lanky features. To make him even more of a physical obscurity, he had an unfortunate accident as a child. He lost his left arm and burnt his face deforming it badly. He was trapped in a fire during an earthquake and a scolding piece of metal took off his arm. Fortunately for him it was completely saudered preventing any hemmoraging, which is the only reason he didn't bleed to death. Had his family had the money, they would have grown him a new arm and repaired his deformities. After so long of a time period between his accident, it is impossible to attach a new arm. Appendages must be attached within a couple weeks after they are severed. He has not had his burn marks fixed, because plastic surgery has been outlawed ever since the humans joined the Core.
Geoff: "I got here as fast as I could."
Jon: "Good. I need you to go talk to those Roki. They are newcomers. Go ask them why they are here and who they have talked to thus far. They are bitter towards humans, so don't mention being a human. Actually tell them that you are another race of humans that is at war with the humans who are enslaving your people."
Geoff: "Yes, Sir."
Jon hoped that the Roki were stupid enough to buy Geoff's story. After all Geoff didn't look normal. He looked very different from most humans and looked quite alien being so tall and lanky. The burn deformities only made things worse.
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Go Red Sox!
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2Xtremetotake
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posted June 09, 2004 07:33 AM |
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Ra'Esteh: I cant find this Alistar guy. Im getting lost.
A tall man walks up to him
Man: You seem to be lost. What are you looking for??
Ra'Esteh: Grr Get out of my way pathetic human, before i crush you.
Man: Oh. Im sorry. I forgot to Introduce myself. I am Geoff. I am a humanoid race, but i am not human myself. We are actually at war with the humans. Im wondering, how did you get here.
Ra'Esteh: Oh. I see. We killed a crew of about thirty, and took their ship. We were hit by a big rock in space. Most of us didnt survive except me and one other.
Geoff: Oh, i see. So who have you talked to so far??
Ra'Esteh: Some little thing who told me to go look for someone named Alistar.
Geoff: Gulp Err..no i havent....
Ra'Esteh: Ok. Thanks for the hel-
Kt'Kr: What issss a human and a Roki doing together..hmm..odd.
Ra'Esteh: He said hes not a human.
Kt'Kr: Dont be fooled you giant lump. This is a human. He was sent to deceive you.
Geoff: You giant bug. I should squash you.
Ra'Esteh: You lied to me..You are human...
Ra'Esteh jumps onto Geoff, pounding and clubbing him with his rocklike fists. One precise shot to the nose easily breaks it, he continues to pound on him, proceeding to break his jaw. He picks him up with one arm, and hurls him into a wall, cracking a few ribs and rendering him uncounsious. Two Security guards go and detain Ra'Esteh, stunning him with about 10 blasts
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I almost had a psychic girlfriend but she left me before we met.
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Lord_Woock
Honorable
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Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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posted June 12, 2004 08:18 PM |
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Erion Vadskye
Damn, these radian weeners are good, you think. Drifting in space relatively near to the planet, you finish eating, when you see a huge spacecraft passing by. Once you are noticed, it suddenly disappears. It seems to have been going vaguely in the direction of the Core.
Ra'Esteh
Soon you wake up lying on a not very comfortable bed in an annoyingly bright room. Everything around you is made of metal. An Elene face appears in the barred window in the door.
'Yer awake, eh?' he says.
'Yur,' you mutter. 'Where am I?'
'Jail, my hard headed friend. Enjoy your stay. You're gonna be tried tomorrow morning.'
Not happy with the idea of having to stay in this oversized can, you start fisting at the door wildly. This doesn't result in the smallest dent in the metal. You grab the bars in an attempt to pull them out, but get electrocuted, which changes your view on the situation. Looks like brute force ain't gonna save you this time.
Jonathan Anderson
A Human and a La-Ta in white uniforms and a medic drone approach Geoff. They pick him up and leave.
'Wait! Where are you taking him?' you ask.
'To the hospital, duh!' the Human replies. 'And make sure you're still around tomorrow. The big guy's trial, see? I'll bet they'll want you there.'
Wee Gordy
'Can't leave you guys for a second!' Max says.
'Gee, sorry boss,' Static tries to stop grinning, unsuccessfully. 'We just wanted to see how good he is.'
'Whenever I'm gone for a moment, you guys go around killing eachother! And I want all of you in perfect shape! Season starts soon, and THIS time, we're going to WIN the Blitz trophy!' Max walks away muttering.
'Blitz?' you ask.
'Blitz is a team game,' Static says. 'there's four teams, four players each. It all takes place in a set of rooms and corridors. Each team has it's base. In the central part of the arena, there's a machine. When a player activates it - which requires standing still in front of the machine for 30 seconds - it gives him a ball. Only one ball in a game of course. The first team to bring the ball back to their base wins.'
Alistair
You're sitting in your office, waiting for the good news Duncan mentioned, when he rushes in, looking exhausted.
'What is it?' you ask.
'He didn't come, did he?' Duncan says.
'Who?'
'Doesn't matter. Anyway, there's been a fight. A Roki - remember about them Roki? They were being enslaved by the humans. Well, he almost killed a human. He's in jail right now. His trial is tomorrow morning.'
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Yolk and God bless.
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My buddy's doing a webcomic and would certainly appreciate it if you checked it out!
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Vadskye91
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posted June 12, 2004 08:54 PM |
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Vadskye figured that now that he was done eating, he would just roam the area looking for suspicious activity, but as luck would have it suspicious activity came right for him. A ship passed by at a leisurely pace, apparently an industrial trasport. Suddenly, it blinked out of existence. Vadskye stopped in mid-bite, stunned. Then he ran to his sensors and consulted all the data his ship had noticed. It appeared to has simply disappeared. No explosive flash or heat spike, just nothing. Vadskye was stunned, then he realized what had happened. He was only slightly less surprised. It had engaged a visibility inhibitor and a cloaker simultaniously. This simply wasn't done. One difficulty with cloaking devices was that they took so much power. The same goes for the visual inhibitor. Running the two combined leaves you with enough power to run a ship for about ten minutes, so most people don't bother. To do what that ship just did, it would just did, it would have to have a big reason to stay undetected. Vadskye decided to track its motion on his logs and possibly wait there. He accessed the data on the ship and determined that it was heading for the Core, which wasn't far. He decided to speed ahead to be ready when it landed. It would take about thirty minutes for the ship to reach there at its present speed, so Vadskye plotted a course to get him there within fifteen minutes, enough time to get ready. After travelling the allotted distance and completing the landing procedure, he decided to stay on the pretense that he was resting for the "night". If anyone asked, he was a retired bounty hunter. That would stop annoying questions quite well. Soon the ship would appear in the sky...
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Asmodean
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Heroine at the weekend.
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posted June 15, 2004 11:31 PM |
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'Ock, sure I played that game back home, only we use babbies instead o' balls, cos babbies bounce better. We call it Wailywain tho'. So am I on the team?'
Static grins again and says 'We'll see. You have to earn your place little man. And we have some real good Blitzers in this gym here'.
After the first practise round, Wee Gordy goes for a shower. The others had been suitably impressed with his skill, though he wasn't on the team yet. But he was confident he would be. The only other good players were Static, and an Elene girl who was incredibly fast. Her name was Jya.
After his shower the competitors were given a few hours to themselves, so Wee Gordy decides to take a walk around the sector to see the sights.
Two hours later, and about 20 drinks into the evening.....
'I'm telling you' the big Dorfl was saying 'It was one of them Roki folks. Pretty much went nuts and nearly killed some human. Mashed him up good's what I hear.'
'I hear the human worked for Jim Daniels', said an Elene, that guy that's running for Core president. Though what he wanted a Roki for is beyond me. I heard the humans use Roki as ore-miners, can't see them being all buddy buddy'.
Wee Gordy was trying to follow the conversation, but politics bored him. It had been a dull evening so far. He hadn't got to hit anyone yet.
'Bloody humans are an odd bunch. Some o' them are alright, some o' them are just about as bad as the bloody bugs.
'Well from what I hear Alistair's gonna fix them humans good and proper', said the Dorfl again. 'Maybe run 'em outta the Core for good'.
Wee Gordy didn't know whether the humans should be got rid of for good. Politics was boring. Feelind that the night was wasted he headed back to the gym for a snooze.
The next day saw three more practise sessions at Blitz, intermingled with a few tries at other events.
But eventually Max called out the four names that made up the Blitz team
'H'okay here's how it's gonna be chumps.
Numero uno, our captain. No surprises folks it's Static.
Number two, we got the ravishing Jya. Again, no surprises there folks. She's been doing good work.
Okay I think this year we'll try something different, which is why you my big Onion-man are on the team'.
The others look a bit shocked, Blitz was a fast game as the name implied, and generally big players were too slow to be of any use. Even Crippled Onion looked shocked.
'And lastly, to complete our new tactical team, we'll have Wee Gordy. I know he's new folks, but I got a good feeling about him'.
Wee Gordy just nodded as he was congratulated by the other gym members.
Max waited until the aplause died down.
'kay here's the rules. You practise, constantly. I want you to be a well oiled unit.
No sex.'
A groan went up from static, laughter from the crowd.
'No chocolate'
Jya, looked at her feet blushing, more laughter.
'No gambling, you on't have time'.
Crippled Onion
snorted and pounded his fists on his belly. The crowd were loving this.
'No alcohol'
Wee Gordy's face drained of all colour. This was going to be tough!!!!!!
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RedSoxFan3
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posted June 16, 2004 03:08 AM |
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OOC: Jon Anderson is not running for the president of the core. He is the campaign manager for Jim Daniels.
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2XtremeToTake
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posted June 16, 2004 04:56 AM |
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Ra'Esteh: Ughhhh...Where am i????
Voice: Jail. Shut up you giant brute.
Ra'Esteh: Who is talking to me?? What are you going to do with me???
Voice: Try you on quite a few charges. 1.) Reckless Endangerment; 2.) Attempted Murder, and you destroyed a very valuable statue when you threw Geoff into it. So your third charge is Vandalism
Ra'Esteh: Grr you let me out of here now.
Voice: You arent in a position to give orders.
Ra'Esteh Attempts to break loose the bars, but gets electrocuted
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Shadowcaster
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posted June 16, 2004 06:20 AM |
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"Ah yes, the Roki. They lack in brainpower but perhaps even they can be used to further our plans."
"What are you going to do, boss?" Duncan replied, but Alistair had turned his back and furrowed his brow. He was scheming, concocting a plan to get the Roki out of prison and send him in representation of his people on a campaign trail.
"What is the Roki's name?"
Duncan pulled out the latest news bulletin and transmitted it to a tiny receiver that resembled a wristwatch on Alistair's arm. The presidential hopeful watched as a small hologram rose from the watch's face and formed into a picture of an anchorwoman, a human, as most were. Humans were the single race that most loved to hear themselves talk, and were therefore the best at it. But they could only sound like they knew what they were talking about, at least in Alistair's mind.
She began by announcing the onset of the next Blitz season, a sport that Alistair followed closely, and then moved into the story of the Roki after several other stories that he chose to skip over. She described the scene in detail as a graphical replication of the action flashed on a hovering screen behind her.
"Earlier this evening, a fight broke out near the docking stations which landed Geoff Manning, one of presidential candidate Jim Daniels' top advisors, in the hospital and his assailant, a large Roki which answers to the name Ra'Estah, in jail. Core Police investigations say that Manning had struggled to defend himself, but the Roki's onslaught was relentless and the human stood little chance. The victim is said to be in critical condition at the human care center. And now, in other news.."
Alistair sighed, and ended the transmission. "Leave it to the media to twist everything around to suit their needs. These humans have taken that tool of propaganda over, they really have a knack for lying and spreading corruption." He looked up at Duncan, "you know as well as I do how much of a threat Daniels and his human following are to this Core's intellectual stability."
"You're afraid they might tip the balance?"
"They do possess an uncanny knack for advertising. We need the support of the Roki if we hope to sabotage the humans' operation successfully."
"Yes, I was about to send Ra"Estah to you, but then that meddling human showed up and tried to sway the Roki to distrust me. Thank the Core he failed so miserably."
"Yes, thank the Core." Alistair trailed off, and seemed again to go into deep thought. There had to be some way to get that Roki out without stirring up talk of a scandal. It was soon apparent that this would have to be a joint effort.
"Duncan," Alistair said suddenly, nearly startling his comrade, "call in the Underground Council. Tell them to meet me here tomorrow night." He handed Duncan a card with the location of the meeting and smiled as his assistant set off to gather his forces. He was going to win this election, no matter what.
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RedSoxFan3
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posted June 16, 2004 07:13 AM |
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At the hospital…
Jon: “Are you alright?”
Geoff: “Wuh?… oh Jon… I’m okay.”
Jon: “Good. That blasted Roki is jail now…”
Goeff: “That's to be expected. I suppose it's a good thing that I'm in such a terrible state.”
Jon: “If that damn Kt’Kr guy didn’t stick his nose where it doesn’t belong…”
Jon stared vacantly at the wall sneering.
Geoff: “Well the La-Ta guy really kicked his ass. Nice job with that. Only a second or two sooner and it would have worked perfectly … *coughs* … Remember when I told you about how I was worried about the Roki story getting out?”
Jon: “It’s already out in the news. Everyone knows you got beaten.”
Geoff: “No the more important one. The reason I’m hospitalized right now.”
Jon: “I know what you’re talking about, but I don’t remember you telling me this.”
Geoff knew that there were other people listening so he couldn’t reveal what they were talking about.
Geoff: “Okay… Well I thought that we should come out the story on our own.”
Jon: “Are you nuts?… Oh… I see what you are getting at…”
Geoff: “We should have it out on the news with the men behind everything already in jail.”
Jon: “You're brilliant. That would only help our chances making us look responsible.”
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Go Red Sox!
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Lord_Woock
Honorable
Undefeatable Hero
Daddy Cool with a $90 smile
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Erion Vadskye
While you're hanging around and looking out for the ship that kept disappearing, an Esprit pats you on the arm.
'And what would you be looking for, chum?' he asks.
'Huh? Oh, well... Nothing.' you say and feel that you weren't very convincing.
'I see...' he winks.
'No, really!'
'I didn't say anything,' the Esprit grins
'Could you please stop being so very annoying?'
'Hey, take it easy!' he laughs.
Wee Gordy
You, Static, Crippled Onion and Jya go to a bar for some diet soda.
'Aw, this is no good! How the hell am I supposed to friggin concentrate without BOOZE?' you moan.
'As if you had the biggest problem!' Onion blurts out.
'Damn right! I mean, I need the energy! He can't just BAN chocolate! The synthetic energizing formulas are no good, and he knows that!' Jya tries to stop herself from crying.
'Is it always like this?' you ask.
'Yep. Every damn season he bans more and more of the good stuff. He's really into trophies.' Static explains
'Who isn't?' you say.
'Well, Max has a whole wall in his office covered with shelves, but no trophies to put there. And, he's like a little kid when it comes to wins and losses.'
You sigh.
'So, when's the first match?' you ask.
The rest of the team glances at a news screen and says simultaneously, 'any day now'
Alistair
Duncan turns to leave, but then stops.
'What?' you ask.
'I just had a crazy idea that just might earn you a couple of votes...'
'Really? Go on'
Duncan reached out to Alistair's receiver and switched back to the Blitz part.
'And...?' you stare at Duncan.
'I've heard that ole Max reassembled his Blitz team.'
'Spit it out, man!' you start getting annoyed with Duncan failing to get to the point.
'As we both know, the La-Ta can be a powerful ally at certain times. You know what they're like. And Max's crew has a new La-Ta member. Now, if he happens to be a very successful sportsman and the populace knows we support him, there might be new ways of... influencing certain people.'
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Yolk and God bless.
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Vadskye91
Promising
Supreme Hero
Back again
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posted June 17, 2004 12:29 AM |
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Vadskye sighed. I might as well get some use out of him. Wonder if he knows where the ship is. "Actually, I was looking for my brother's ship." He described the ship he had seen earlier and asked if the Espirit knew where it was.
Espirit: "Well, I did see one like that flying over beyond the border to the planet. But why are you looking for him?"
Vadskye: "Well, my father died recently and his will read that my brother would get the money. If my brother was dead, though, then I would get it. So if I can prove he's dead..."
Espirit: "Ah, I know what you're talking about. I had a bit of a fight with my brother over my inheritance meself. Well, I think it went off that way. *he points* Looked like an ordinary transport to me. You sure your brother's inside?"
Vadskye: "Yeah, he's trying to get away from me. He knows that I'm looking for him- and why."
Espirit: "Well, good hunting, friend. Farewell."
Vadskye: "Thank you, friend."
Vadskye chuckled to himself as he walked off. That went well. Now then, which way did he point? To his disgust, Vadskye realized that he had forgotten the direction. He looked for the Espirit, but he had left already. Vadskye decided after a bit that it probably didn't matter anyway. Most likely ordinary smugglers. If he was going to try to beat smugglers, he would go for the leaders and not the grunts anyway. So what to do now? Vadskye decided to just wander around for a while and soak up the atmosphere. Maybe he could catch some rumors. Whatever he would do, Vadskye decided to stay here for a while. So he walked aimlessly off in the direction of the center of the station.
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Knowledge is power...
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RedSoxFan3
Admirable
Legendary Hero
Fan of Red Sox
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posted June 17, 2004 06:29 AM |
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Jon walks through the halls pondering how he should go about putting Geoff’s brilliant plan into action. He knew that the Esprit would soon use the Roki to spread the news of their enslavement ruining the campaign he had worked so hard already to initiate and promote. But Geoff was right. If they were to come forward with it before hand the Esprit wouldn’t know what to do. He knew they would put most of their efforts relying on the Roki to ruin the campaign of the humans. But how could he make the whole ordeal look noble? He wasn’t sure what to do, but he knew that he had better go to the Roki planet and inform the slavers about the ordeal and that a cover-up must be put into place immediately. However he knew he must do so discreetly and such was not an easy task at The Core. Perhaps he could hitch a ride with a loner. He liked that idea very much. Jon headed off for one of the more popular bars.
OOC: Okay, Woock. You can give me an update now. I can only assume I’m going to tag along with Vadskye.
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