<span style='color:purple'><b> " Heh, it's good for you man, the nanites will ignore the healthy values of it, which will get you drunk if any luck." *Opens in, drinks it.* " Dam, forget sharing this, it's lush."</b></span>
NeonSpyder"Das est NTLDR?"Join Date: 2003-07-03Member: 17913Members
edited August 2003
<i><span style='color:green'>*walks over to Ed,* "well, ed, you seem to be the only 'sane' person here, 'sides the commander. i sure hope you have some plan to blow this ship, to kingdom come. or at least [sarcastic] 'quarentine' [/sarcastic] it.
*lowers lmg, holds in one hand and crouches next to Ed*
"anything i can do to help yah Ed?
"'cause i know a fair bit about computers, anything i can help you do? hehehe, i bruaght mah P.D.A. too... "
*pulls out small pad about 6 inches long, 3 Inches wide, and 1/2 inch thick* "its a neat lil' gadget too... i really tweaked her too. ive got all sorts of protocalls in her. i could bypass your "ferrin's" security and pilot it, with this thing.
<span style='color:white'> "Im bringing this hulk to a dead stop, this deck makes a decent lifeboat. Plus, there's a lot of stuff that may be useful to the Fronterisman. You guys seem to be operating with L.B.W stuff, im surprised you guys had the kahonies to come out here, I guess that's what hapens when your working on a shoestring budget. " *Ed looks down at Wynona sitting on the console* "Well, here's hoping my trial's gonna come out better than this ship." *Notices Neon looking perplexed* " Trafficking of illeagal substances between warpgates, posession and use of NyJack rounds, posession of a weapon capable of firing NyJack rounds, breaking and entering, using transphasic technology in a dangerous way... I'll be lucky to get out of jail before im 50, and im never gomnna see my babies again..." *Ed looks at the console with the feed from the Ferrin* "Ferrin, the Twins, they're gonna be impounded and reduced to scrap..." </span>
NeonSpyder"Das est NTLDR?"Join Date: 2003-07-03Member: 17913Members
<i><span style='color:green'>"Ed, your right, you are going away for a long time. but if you get me, and these guys out of this mess, i promise i'll put in a good word for yah at the trial, 'if' there is a trial."
"my babies? the twins? scrap metal? what are you talking about? ..... </span></i>
<span style='color:orange'>"He's talking about his ships in the hangar bay, Neon." *checks clip in newly aquired Mini-Uzi* "Damn, penguin emptied almost half the clip from this thing. Hey, Terran? Could you-" *sees that Terran is asleep* "Anyone know how to reprograme an armoury to build FF equiped rounds for this thing?"</span>
<span style='color:purple'><b> " I'm a medic so i have no idea about electronics, Ed if they throw you in jail, then we'll bust you outta there." " Jail seems like a nice place to be right now..."</b></span>
<b><u><span style='color:red'>Just put in the specs and it'll work i think....If there was an armory. I swear they keep recruiting crazier people...</span></u></b>
<span style='font-family:Courier'><span style='color:green'>"Jail *definitely* sounds preferable to getting sent in as alien fodder. At least you get decent food." *looks around, then at Ed* "Well, I dunno about the rest of us guys here, but I reckon if I put in a few good words with the officers back on Ariadne, you could get a position on the guardpost instead of jail, if you wanted it."</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> "We'll see, We'll see..." *A definitive THUNK followed by roaring of the engines is heard as the emmence freighter comes to a halt, the lifeboat section slowly drifts away from the remainder of the ship* "Looks like you guys made it, once we're a safe distance away, the R.C.S. thrusters on this brick will bring us to a stop too..." *Ed tries his console again, attempting to get the doors open on the cargo bay* </span>
<i>commander: "Ok, done scanning, this thing's clear. Even if there was bacteria here, they aren't concentrated enough to be a threat. Without any reasources, and without decent amounts of fuel, there's little we can do but to stay here. Well, guess we're out, time to party. Guess we can switch armor safety off now, and with a little luck the high brass aren't gonna know I brought this."
The commander steps out of the chair, deactivates armor health systems and pulls out a bottle of champaigne and a couple of glasses from the backpack part of the armor suit.</i>
<span style='color:blue'> *hears the tingle of glasses* *a subconcious urge awakens me* "I hear the drink of the gods is here..." *me sees champagne* "...Nooooooo! Pfft, champage is for wussies. Can't you like recycle the observatory and create some m4g1c b33r? The chemical composition isn't that hard, and nanites can become <i>anything</i> right?? <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->" *runs around in circles* "B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r!" *starts jumping up and down* </span>
Marik_SteeleTo rule in hell...Join Date: 2002-11-20Member: 9466Members
<span style='color:purple'> "I'll pass on the bubbly, but thanks anyway. Mind if I take a peek in that armor-plated throne of yours? I'm curious to see what my stat readouts look like on your end." </span>
<b><span style='color:purple'> *Finishes of wine* "Hey send that champaigne this way, never turn down a drink." * Takes off rucksack and opens, pulls out some silver packs.* " Well, guess this is the only time to dine, any one wan some ? I got chicken, beef, fish, lamb, pasta." " Err anyone want a cig ?" *Pulls out ciggaret box.* " Hmm i always tryed to quit, guss i should try, you only live once heh."</span></b>
<span style='color:gray'><u>"This can't be right. Everything is too quiet" *starts hearing things, which maybe real or not <b>up to you xect <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>* "What was that?" *ready's LMG, takes cover behind a crate, and waits for the worst*</u></span>
<span style='color:white'> "Ah, the Calvary has arrived." *Ed puts Wynona's sadtey on and removes Wynona's power pack, He then hands it to the Night.* "It seems your gonna need some more firepower than that pop gun. Since you guys are Military, you should be fine with keeping her safe, If i ever get out of bowels of some prison, I'll try to look you guys up." *Ed turns back to his console, seeing that the Command Chair Override is inactive, (no one in the chair), Ed tries to activate the De-con in the Cargo bay back on the freighter. a few keystrokes later, Ed stops.* "damn, those bastiches jammed the exterior door, cant get my ships out, but this is gonna be sadistically fun. *A little louder* anyone want to see what happens when a fully grown beastie base gets hit by a wide angle Decontamination Laser? Come over here and watch the Fireworks >:D." *Ed hits a command on the console.*</span>
<span style='color:orange'>*takes helmet off again, once again revealing his waist length black hair* "Shouldn't have taken this off." *continues to drink whiskey/bourbon mixture* "Anyone want some of this? You won't have to pay unless you all want some. And if you're wondering, this is called a PPC, I found the recipie in an old book from a series called 'Battletech'. The drinks named after the Particle Projection Cannon, an increadibly powerful Battlemech weapon. If you ask me, the name does it justice."</span>
<span style='color:blue'> *my head perks up* "R34l b33r? 0h m3h g4wd!" *me takes a knee* "M4y 3y3 h4v3 s0m3 0f th4t m4g1c b33r? 1t w0uld g0 gr34t w1t t3h f1r3w0rks. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->" *looks out at window* "0000h, br1gh+ fl4shy l1ght5!" *me walks over to Ed quickly* *regains normality* "Hey, look at the bright side...at least now they won't become scrap metal and rebuilt into a public transport ship or something." *runs back to Darkness* "b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r!" </span> <b>Sniffle, you missed out on it all, Silent. We had b33r, we had a blue light rave, and we had crazies. It was strangely pleasing <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->. Wish you were there.</b>
<b> The freighter didnt detonate, my B33r crazed friend, the fireworks are about to begin <!--emo&:angry:--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/mad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='mad.gif'><!--endemo--> Xect, since we're out of the ship, and what we do on there bears little recourse to us, im Nuking a hive in gory gory detail, and like you said, the place sm crawling with em now anyway. </b>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed pushes a button on the console, the screen flashes "Decontamination field generator: ON-LINE". Ed, using another console, changes cameras, from "Ferrin" to "01" The view changes, a large hive is seen anchored to the side of a ship, some movement is seen above as a sheet of red light shoots down at the front of the cargo bay. A Skulks try to investigate, one reaches out with a pointed foreclaw, tryingh to touch the field. The look of pain washes over its face as it's forearm gets singed off, you can almost hear its screams as it falls over, dead. The field slowly starts to move inbound, bursting chambers left and right, a Gorge tires to spit the moving field generator, the spitball vaporizes the instant it touches the field, the field keeps moving forward, relentlessly, It singes a hive support, it quivers and detaches from the bulkhead, a wave of Fades and Oni charge through the hangar's airlock, the fades attrempt the Acid rocket the firel, their cannons pulsing, the charges get incenerated in the field, the Onos, in all his idiotic glory, trys to gore the field, he backs away once it singes off an inch of horn. All of a sudden, all of the aliens turn tail and run from the room, a few make it, but the De-Con field frees up the infested hydraluics on the Airlock, sealing quite a few aliens in the room, the beam gets closer, and closer, and finally begins to chew into the thick membrane of the hive, the Aliens in the room shudder in appanertly incomprehensible pain. A few seconds later, the hive stops gyrating, it turns a ghastly grey and putrifies... The field contuinues its unstoppable charge, bringing forth a simmilar fate to the aliens that had the misfortune of being trapped..*
"Well, that was sadistically fun." *Ed notices a green light by "Open exterior Airlock" * "Yes!" *Ed hits the comand, the Cargo Bay's doors slide open, the atmospehere withing the bay forces 3 craft from the bay, a few seconds later, a blue white beam eminating from the TSA fleet obliterates the W.T. Hell, enveloping the 3 craft in flames...* </span>
<b>--Edited to add somthing i foolishly forgot.--</b>
<i>After a while, the backup ships arrive. While they prepare to connect to the ship to move the command part out of the sector, a TSA destructor fleet sets it's weapons to blow the ship and burn what trace there is of this new step in the evolution of the kharaa.
However, as your hull starts to move, when the "W.T.Hell" blows up in a shower of flame, you get the feeling this is not the last time you're going to stand face to face with these aliens.....</i>
<b>So, I guess this is the end of the battle on the "W.T.Hell" (a beer for anyone who can tell me what W.T. stands for by the way).
I guess we'll be starting a new thread soon. It's late here though, so I won't do it now. I'll let you talk this one out and I'll start a new one tomorrow if people are up for another adventure <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
so, we died...and i din't get any b33r...WAHHH! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> Let's do another one, rine one!</b>
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" Heh, it's good for you man, the nanites will ignore the healthy values of it, which will get you drunk if any luck."
*Opens in, drinks it.*
" Dam, forget sharing this, it's lush."</b></span>
"well, ed, you seem to be the only 'sane' person here, 'sides the commander. i sure hope you have some plan to blow this ship, to kingdom come. or at least [sarcastic] 'quarentine' [/sarcastic] it.
*lowers lmg, holds in one hand and crouches next to Ed*
"anything i can do to help yah Ed?
"'cause i know a fair bit about computers, anything i can help you do? hehehe, i bruaght mah P.D.A. too... "
*pulls out small pad about 6 inches long, 3 Inches wide, and 1/2 inch thick*
"its a neat lil' gadget too... i really tweaked her too. ive got all sorts of protocalls in her. i could bypass your "ferrin's" security and pilot it, with this thing.
</span></i>
*Ed looks down at Wynona sitting on the console*
"Well, here's hoping my trial's gonna come out better than this ship."
*Notices Neon looking perplexed*
" Trafficking of illeagal substances between warpgates, posession and use of NyJack rounds, posession of a weapon capable of firing NyJack rounds, breaking and entering, using transphasic technology in a dangerous way... I'll be lucky to get out of jail before im 50, and im never gomnna see my babies again..."
*Ed looks at the console with the feed from the Ferrin*
"Ferrin, the Twins, they're gonna be impounded and reduced to scrap..."
</span>
"my babies? the twins? scrap metal? what are you talking about? .....
</span></i>
*checks clip in newly aquired Mini-Uzi*
"Damn, penguin emptied almost half the clip from this thing. Hey, Terran? Could you-"
*sees that Terran is asleep*
"Anyone know how to reprograme an armoury to build FF equiped rounds for this thing?"</span>
<b>There is an armoury here, right?</b>
" I'm a medic so i have no idea about electronics, Ed if they throw you in jail, then we'll bust you outta there."
" Jail seems like a nice place to be right now..."</b></span>
*looks around, then at Ed*
"Well, I dunno about the rest of us guys here, but I reckon if I put in a few good words with the officers back on Ariadne, you could get a position on the guardpost instead of jail, if you wanted it."</span></span>
<span style='color:white'> "We'll see, We'll see..."
*A definitive THUNK followed by roaring of the engines is heard as the emmence freighter comes to a halt, the lifeboat section slowly drifts away from the remainder of the ship*
"Looks like you guys made it, once we're a safe distance away, the R.C.S. thrusters on this brick will bring us to a stop too..."
*Ed tries his console again, attempting to get the doors open on the cargo bay* </span>
<i>commander: "Ok, done scanning, this thing's clear. Even if there was bacteria here, they aren't concentrated enough to be a threat. Without any reasources, and without decent amounts of fuel, there's little we can do but to stay here. Well, guess we're out, time to party. Guess we can switch armor safety off now, and with a little luck the high brass aren't gonna know I brought this."
The commander steps out of the chair, deactivates armor health systems and pulls out a bottle of champaigne and a couple of glasses from the backpack part of the armor suit.</i>
This mean Game over ?</b>
*hears the tingle of glasses*
*a subconcious urge awakens me*
"I hear the drink of the gods is here..."
*me sees champagne*
"...Nooooooo! Pfft, champage is for wussies. Can't you like recycle the observatory and create some m4g1c b33r? The chemical composition isn't that hard, and nanites can become <i>anything</i> right?? <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->"
*runs around in circles*
"B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r! B33r!"
*starts jumping up and down*
</span>
"I'll pass on the bubbly, but thanks anyway. Mind if I take a peek in that armor-plated throne of yours? I'm curious to see what my stat readouts look like on your end."
</span>
What ever happened to me?</b>
*Finishes of wine*
"Hey send that champaigne this way, never turn down a drink."
* Takes off rucksack and opens, pulls out some silver packs.*
" Well, guess this is the only time to dine, any one wan some ? I got chicken, beef, fish, lamb, pasta."
" Err anyone want a cig ?"
*Pulls out ciggaret box.*
" Hmm i always tryed to quit, guss i should try, you only live once heh."</span></b>
<span style='color:gray'><u>"This can't be right. Everything is too quiet"
*starts hearing things, which maybe real or not <b>up to you xect <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo--> </b>*
"What was that?"
*ready's LMG, takes cover behind a crate, and waits for the worst*</u></span>
*Ed hits a command on the console.*</span>
"FyreWurx!? Yeah!"
</span></b></u>
"Shouldn't have taken this off."
*continues to drink whiskey/bourbon mixture*
"Anyone want some of this? You won't have to pay unless you all want some. And if you're wondering, this is called a PPC, I found the recipie in an old book from a series called 'Battletech'. The drinks named after the Particle Projection Cannon, an increadibly powerful Battlemech weapon. If you ask me, the name does it justice."</span>
*my head perks up*
"R34l b33r? 0h m3h g4wd!"
*me takes a knee*
"M4y 3y3 h4v3 s0m3 0f th4t m4g1c b33r? 1t w0uld g0 gr34t w1t t3h f1r3w0rks. <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->"
*looks out at window*
"0000h, br1gh+ fl4shy l1ght5!"
*me walks over to Ed quickly*
*regains normality*
"Hey, look at the bright side...at least now they won't become scrap metal and rebuilt into a public transport ship or something."
*runs back to Darkness*
"b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r! b33r!"
</span>
<b>Sniffle, you missed out on it all, Silent. We had b33r, we had a blue light rave, and we had crazies. It was strangely pleasing <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->. Wish you were there.</b>
" So erm, what we ment to do now ?"</span></b>
Xect, since we're out of the ship, and what we do on there bears little recourse to us, im Nuking a hive in gory gory detail, and like you said, the place sm crawling with em now anyway. </b>
<span style='color:white'> *Ed pushes a button on the console, the screen flashes "Decontamination field generator: ON-LINE". Ed, using another console, changes cameras, from "Ferrin" to "01" The view changes, a large hive is seen anchored to the side of a ship, some movement is seen above as a sheet of red light shoots down at the front of the cargo bay. A Skulks try to investigate, one reaches out with a pointed foreclaw, tryingh to touch the field. The look of pain washes over its face as it's forearm gets singed off, you can almost hear its screams as it falls over, dead. The field slowly starts to move inbound, bursting chambers left and right, a Gorge tires to spit the moving field generator, the spitball vaporizes the instant it touches the field, the field keeps moving forward, relentlessly, It singes a hive support, it quivers and detaches from the bulkhead, a wave of Fades and Oni charge through the hangar's airlock, the fades attrempt the Acid rocket the firel, their cannons pulsing, the charges get incenerated in the field, the Onos, in all his idiotic glory, trys to gore the field, he backs away once it singes off an inch of horn. All of a sudden, all of the aliens turn tail and run from the room, a few make it, but the De-Con field frees up the infested hydraluics on the Airlock, sealing quite a few aliens in the room, the beam gets closer, and closer, and finally begins to chew into the thick membrane of the hive, the Aliens in the room shudder in appanertly incomprehensible pain. A few seconds later, the hive stops gyrating, it turns a ghastly grey and putrifies... The field contuinues its unstoppable charge, bringing forth a simmilar fate to the aliens that had the misfortune of being trapped..*
"Well, that was sadistically fun."
*Ed notices a green light by "Open exterior Airlock" *
"Yes!" *Ed hits the comand, the Cargo Bay's doors slide open, the atmospehere withing the bay forces 3 craft from the bay, a few seconds later, a blue white beam eminating from the TSA fleet obliterates the W.T. Hell, enveloping the 3 craft in flames...* </span>
<b>--Edited to add somthing i foolishly forgot.--</b>
However, as your hull starts to move, when the "W.T.Hell" blows up in a shower of flame, you get the feeling this is not the last time you're going to stand face to face with these aliens.....</i>
I guess we'll be starting a new thread soon. It's late here though, so I won't do it now. I'll let you talk this one out and I'll start a new one tomorrow if people are up for another adventure <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--></b>
so, we died...and i din't get any b33r...WAHHH! <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo--> Let's do another one, rine one!</b>
Let's make another. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif'><!--endemo-->