Hey buddy, this time I'm down with a bad case of the flu. Will try to post as soon as I'm better.
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Back in business after a year long hiatus.
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Do you little scallywags want to join us on a sssspace adventure?
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Why did the Tyranid cross the road? Because it consumed the chicken's biomass and assimilated its actions into the hive mind...
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What's the most difficult part of cooking a vegetable? ... Fitting the golden throne in the oven!
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Flynn gives Williams a nod as he runs into the cockpit. "Let's hope this plan of yours works." He turns towards the console and taps a few buttons. A screen that shows the corridor of the Argo lights up. "From here we should be able to watch the show unfold, one way or another." Flynn turns around as a metal clank followed by what appears to be the hissing of an airlock. They were docked. He turns back to the screen in anticipation.
The hatch opens up and four gruff looking man step into the Argo's corridor. They were wearing rebreathers, but if Williams his plan worked, that wouldn't make a difference. They slowly inch forward, checking the corners carefully. Flynn turns to Williams and raises an eyebrow. "How long would a normal rebreather last in this envi-..." A hacking cough interrupts him. Looking back at the screen, Flynn can see one of the pirates coughing violently. He doubles over and drops his weapon as he tries to grasp for air where there was none. The others look at him mortified, but can no longer contain their own coughing. One by one they drop dead on the cold metal floor of the Argo. "Never mind, that answers my question pretty well.", Flynn says with slight surprise. "Now to vent this stuff into their own ship."
He takes a step closer to the consoles and enters several commands. "Let's see... Where was it again? Ah, yes! Vent ship of all gasses. Destination? Aft docking port. Confirm. Yeah yeah, I'm aware of the dangers. Aaaaaand done." He looks up at the screen once more and sees the thick noxious clouds slowly disappear as they are sucked out of the ship. With a couple more clicks, Flynn closes the docking port. "Right, all that stuff is on their ship now. I will need to access a console on their ship if we want it to spread though. Get it in their air filtration system and such." He walks to the door and disengages the lockdown. The door slides open, one of the dead pirates falling inside as the door he slumped against opens up. He falls into Flynn his arms, who drops the body immediately. "Come on. Let's get going."
The hatch opens up and four gruff looking man step into the Argo's corridor. They were wearing rebreathers, but if Williams his plan worked, that wouldn't make a difference. They slowly inch forward, checking the corners carefully. Flynn turns to Williams and raises an eyebrow. "How long would a normal rebreather last in this envi-..." A hacking cough interrupts him. Looking back at the screen, Flynn can see one of the pirates coughing violently. He doubles over and drops his weapon as he tries to grasp for air where there was none. The others look at him mortified, but can no longer contain their own coughing. One by one they drop dead on the cold metal floor of the Argo. "Never mind, that answers my question pretty well.", Flynn says with slight surprise. "Now to vent this stuff into their own ship."
He takes a step closer to the consoles and enters several commands. "Let's see... Where was it again? Ah, yes! Vent ship of all gasses. Destination? Aft docking port. Confirm. Yeah yeah, I'm aware of the dangers. Aaaaaand done." He looks up at the screen once more and sees the thick noxious clouds slowly disappear as they are sucked out of the ship. With a couple more clicks, Flynn closes the docking port. "Right, all that stuff is on their ship now. I will need to access a console on their ship if we want it to spread though. Get it in their air filtration system and such." He walks to the door and disengages the lockdown. The door slides open, one of the dead pirates falling inside as the door he slumped against opens up. He falls into Flynn his arms, who drops the body immediately. "Come on. Let's get going."
Was just working on it as you typed it in the long live the king xD
Flynn listens intently as Williams explains his plan and nods slowly. "Okay, I see what you're getting at... But how do we make certain that it doesn't kill us in the meantime? Unless we seal ourselves in one of the rooms and make sure the gas doesn't reach there of course." Flynn turns away from Williams and taps his chin as he thinks about the whole idea. As he turns back to him, he sees Williams already pouring in the toxins. "Ah... Well, better think of something fast then I guess." He takes his leave and makes his way to the cockpit.
Once he arrives he takes a quick look around and finds what he's looking for: Lockdown With this, they'd be able to close themselves in the cockpit and stem the flow of air into it. He signals Williams: "When you're ready, bring the girl to the cockpit. We wouldn't want to leave her out in the toxin infested air. I'm going to the armory and gather as much guns, explosives and other useful stuff as I can prop into the cockpit.
Once in the cockpit it doesn't take long for Flynn to gather everything necessary. Plenty of guns, some sonic grenades as to not blow themselves into space by accident and a lot of security spikes. They were going to need those on board of the pirate ship if they wanted to come anywhere. There was a big chance they would have to fight their way to the tractor beam or something like that. Well, they were just going to have to wait and see.
Once he arrives he takes a quick look around and finds what he's looking for: Lockdown With this, they'd be able to close themselves in the cockpit and stem the flow of air into it. He signals Williams: "When you're ready, bring the girl to the cockpit. We wouldn't want to leave her out in the toxin infested air. I'm going to the armory and gather as much guns, explosives and other useful stuff as I can prop into the cockpit.
Once in the cockpit it doesn't take long for Flynn to gather everything necessary. Plenty of guns, some sonic grenades as to not blow themselves into space by accident and a lot of security spikes. They were going to need those on board of the pirate ship if they wanted to come anywhere. There was a big chance they would have to fight their way to the tractor beam or something like that. Well, they were just going to have to wait and see.
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@Virani
It seems to me that we can just continue. We are a self contained little story for now.
It seems to me that we can just continue. We are a self contained little story for now.
@6slyboy6 You would make my day. :)
SMH, I accidentally closed the Word document I was writing my post in without saving.
There goes 4,000 words... sorry, my dudes...
Ouch... Like Sly said, we all know that feel. Well, like Palpatine used to say: "Use your hatred!"
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The sun rises and a beam falls directly on a spherical object on a table. The bright light wakes the little being from his… slumber? Was that the right word for it he wondered? Did he really feel the warmth of the sun, or were it merely his sensors picking up a difference in brightness? He was uncertain and he didn’t like being uncertain.
A woman enters the room with a hot cup of tea. A blue tinted mechanical eye follows her movements carefully as she goes about her morning routine. He had been here a couple of days now, uncertain of where here actually was, or how he got here in the first place. All he remembered was turning himself off for preservation of energy and the next thing he knows he’s lying on a wooden table in some farm. The woman had introduced herself as Octavia Young. She had found him somewhere in the forests and brought him here, though she was vague on details on how she managed to turn him on.
He’s brought back from his thoughts as the woman greets him. An artificial voice, but strangely human male voice replies. ”Good morning to you, miss Young. I… slept well, I think. Sleeping? Yes!” Before she’s able to respond, she’s distracted by a loud noise. He had heard it a couple of times over the last few days. Miss Young had described it as a bell, which humans used to let other humans know when they wished to enter their home. Quite a clever way he had thought to himself. Very human indeed.
He quickly scans the two figures as they enter the room. No visible weapons, muscle mass was insignificant, facial expressions were passive. They were not here to harm. As he listens to their explanation to Octavia, he begins to understand that their friend got hurt. This was not unfamiliar to him. People who were hurt came to visit Octavia often. She was, as she had explained it, a human who fixed other humans; a doctor. This was a different sort of doctor then Rory Smith had been and he found the idea of this thrilling and payed close attention to whenever she was ‘fixing other humans’.
She asks him a question, but he recognizes in her speech pattern that the question is merely asked in jest. Uncertain of how to respond, he simply tries to answer diplomatically. ”I’ll check my functions.”
Before he had time to complete his search, one of the rough looking man was standing before him. His eye flicks between Octavia and the man as they talk about him. He had learned from doctor Smith that it was rude to do so, but he decides to make no fuss about it.
The man leans closer and a grin spreads across his face. He repeats the question Miss Young had asked earlier, but this time he did not find any hint of jest. Orb blinks a couple of times before answering the man. ”I am uncertain, but can not find CT scanner among my list of functions. I am sorry to disappoint mister Tinker. I am also uncertain of how miss Young returned me to a functioning state. This is something I have been pondering over the last couple of days. Thus far my analysis has been of unsatisfying quality.”
He continues searching his list of functions when he stumbles upon something miss Young might find interesting. Without a word of warning, a blue scanning light emits from his eye and scans the man named Tinker from top to bottom. A stream of data floods into the memory core of Orb. ”Male. 41. Healthy. Scar tissue detected on lower right leg. A-…” He cuts himself off as he notices how rude he is actually being. “My sincerest apologies. I did not know what came over me.”
A woman enters the room with a hot cup of tea. A blue tinted mechanical eye follows her movements carefully as she goes about her morning routine. He had been here a couple of days now, uncertain of where here actually was, or how he got here in the first place. All he remembered was turning himself off for preservation of energy and the next thing he knows he’s lying on a wooden table in some farm. The woman had introduced herself as Octavia Young. She had found him somewhere in the forests and brought him here, though she was vague on details on how she managed to turn him on.
He’s brought back from his thoughts as the woman greets him. An artificial voice, but strangely human male voice replies. ”Good morning to you, miss Young. I… slept well, I think. Sleeping? Yes!” Before she’s able to respond, she’s distracted by a loud noise. He had heard it a couple of times over the last few days. Miss Young had described it as a bell, which humans used to let other humans know when they wished to enter their home. Quite a clever way he had thought to himself. Very human indeed.
He quickly scans the two figures as they enter the room. No visible weapons, muscle mass was insignificant, facial expressions were passive. They were not here to harm. As he listens to their explanation to Octavia, he begins to understand that their friend got hurt. This was not unfamiliar to him. People who were hurt came to visit Octavia often. She was, as she had explained it, a human who fixed other humans; a doctor. This was a different sort of doctor then Rory Smith had been and he found the idea of this thrilling and payed close attention to whenever she was ‘fixing other humans’.
She asks him a question, but he recognizes in her speech pattern that the question is merely asked in jest. Uncertain of how to respond, he simply tries to answer diplomatically. ”I’ll check my functions.”
Before he had time to complete his search, one of the rough looking man was standing before him. His eye flicks between Octavia and the man as they talk about him. He had learned from doctor Smith that it was rude to do so, but he decides to make no fuss about it.
The man leans closer and a grin spreads across his face. He repeats the question Miss Young had asked earlier, but this time he did not find any hint of jest. Orb blinks a couple of times before answering the man. ”I am uncertain, but can not find CT scanner among my list of functions. I am sorry to disappoint mister Tinker. I am also uncertain of how miss Young returned me to a functioning state. This is something I have been pondering over the last couple of days. Thus far my analysis has been of unsatisfying quality.”
He continues searching his list of functions when he stumbles upon something miss Young might find interesting. Without a word of warning, a blue scanning light emits from his eye and scans the man named Tinker from top to bottom. A stream of data floods into the memory core of Orb. ”Male. 41. Healthy. Scar tissue detected on lower right leg. A-…” He cuts himself off as he notices how rude he is actually being. “My sincerest apologies. I did not know what came over me.”
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