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Sanchez
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Blade
Chris
O'Farrell
From:
"Colin Brian Witz" <ybear@inreach.com>
Newsgroups:
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Subject:
<TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Message-ID:
<1LwQ6.38481$ca.51763@news.inreach.com>
Date:
Mon, 28 May 2001 11:25:21 -0700
Thanks to MK Sheppard, Rob Wilson, and Lord Rog.
The
Hunting Lodge is now Officially open for any Zerg, Xenomorph, Orc,
Troll,
Kzinti, and Ewok hunting. The Medical staff suggests Thermal
Detonators
and repulsor clubs for hunting Ewoks but most think they
are
just trying to drum up business.
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From:
ryanwolf@erols.com ("Barking Mad" MKSheppard)
Newsgroups:
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Subject:
Re: <TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Date:
Mon, 28 May 2001 20:24:51 GMT
Message-ID:
<3b12ab0e.264048@news.erols.com>
On
Mon, 28 May 2001 11:25:21 -0700, "Colin Brian Witz" <ybear@inreach.com>
wrote:
>The
Hunting Lodge is now Officially open for any Zerg, Xenomorph, Orc, Troll,
>Kzinti,
and Ewok hunting. The Medical staff suggests Thermal Detonators and
>repulsor
clubs for hunting Ewoks but most think they are just trying to drum up
>business.
Sheppard
snickered as he watched Chris O'Farrell climb into Pablo's room, which
was
on the 5th floor of the lodge. After Pablo had buried him in that sandstorm,
it
had been a few frantic hours until he and Chris both realized that Chris
had
been
carrying a Type 3 Phaser Rifle.
Using
the Phaser Rifle's NDF effect, they'd quickly tunneled their way out of
the buried
temple,
and using Chris' Beckon call, they'd summoned the _Fearmeister_, which
had
quickly taken them to the Lodge on Endor, with a few pitstops along the
way
(all those TGODs with Enigma, etc).
Sheppard
scowled. Right before he'd gotten buried in that temple, he had been
about
to revenge his humilation from ASVS Town when Pablo had shot him
in
the spine.
The
Sixth Panzerarmee had been virtually wiped out when Strowbridge's
Red
Banner 7th Guards Tank Army rolled into ASVS Town in endless wave
after
endless wave of fanatics from Spacebattles.com under the command
of
Marshal E1701. Only about 4 divisions (40,000 men) had made it
back
to the transports out of nearly 200,000 men.
After
that defeat, E1701 had declared it was a great victory for
the
forces of Spacebattles.com, right before Strowbridge's
agents'
had put an ice pick into his head, and purged the
SB
denizens from his forces.
Now,
ASVS Town was called Strowlingrad, as the other denizens
of
ASVS Town had looked around at the utter devastation and said
"Fuck
it, let's go have some fun instead of rebuilding this shithole."
Most
of ASVS had arrived on Endor to set the Lodge up as a temporary
capital
while the replacement was being built on Earth (and to have
some
hunting thrown in as well).
Snapping
back to the present, Sheppard watched Chris easily lever the
window
to Pablo's room open, and enter.
A
few minutes later, Chris exited the same way he'd come, and forced
the
window back into place.
"Did you do it?" Sheppard asked.
"Yeah, I poured that crap you gave me onto him."
"Good. Soon I shall have my revenge. MWAHAHHAAHAHAHAHHHAHAH!"
O'Farrell watched nervously as Sheppard cackled evilly.
[The Next Day]
Pablo
centered the Ewok in the sights of his 20mm Solothurn cannon
and
pulled the trigger. Mounted on skids, the 1930s vintage anti-tank
rifle
roared, and a few seconds later, nearly a mile away, the
Ewok's
torso flew apart, limbs flying everywhere.
The
hapless Ewok's friends chittered nervously as they looked at
the
red smear that had been their friend a moment ago. Then they
decided
to run like hell.
It
wasn't fast enough as Pablo motioned for the hoverskiff driver
to
take his rented skiff up. Leaving the Solothurn on it's port-side
mount,
Pablo walked to the bow of the skiff and cocked the MG-42
that
was on a pintle mount there.
As
the skiff overtook the fleeing Ewoks, Pablo let loose, chopping
them
into kibble.
"Looks
like we're going to be eating Ewok Steaks tonight!" chuckled
Pablo.
All
of a sudden, a blinding headache appeared from inside his skull,
and
he reeled back, feeling pain with each heartbeat. Opening the
container
of Advils he carried around for his headaches, he
swallowed
two of the tan pills and waited for them to work.
They didn't work.
Groaning,
he told the driver to head back to the lodge. Opening
the
door to his room, he collapsed onto his bed, jackhammers
pounding
from inside his skull.
He closed his eyes.
Slowly,
painfully, Pablo peeled his eyelids open a millimeter at
a
time, revealing a plain white room.
Standing
up in shock, he cracked his head on the ceiling, causing
him
to howl in pain.
Shocked
at the sound of his howl, he looked at his body. His hands
were
now green and scaly. Suddenly, he smelled? Sheppard coming
into
the room.
Sheppard
looked into the cage and chuckled. Picking up a mirror,
he
placed it in front of the cage, and with a horrified roar,
Pablo
saw what Sheppard had done to him.
He was now a Velocioraptor. Albeit one without claws or sharp teeth.
Suddenly,
with rising horror, he realized that Sheppard had changed
his
body's plumbing on him as well.
Sheppard
cackled as he saw Pablo go bonkers. Motioning to his
assistants,
they grabbed animal control poles and put the metal loops
around
Pablo's neck, and with expertly applied shocks from tazers,
forced
her out of the cage and into a barnyard.
Inside the barnyard was a old donkey calmly eating it's oats.
Pablo tried to break free, but the men were too strong for her.
"In
case you're wondering, I had my boys gene-engineer a raptor body
just
for you, and we transplanted your brain into it. Oh, don't worry
about
your clones. We've taken care of them. You really didn't think
I
wouldn't notice that your clones all had the distinctive mark
of
the BOYD on them?"
Pablo's reptilian eyes widened in shock. Sheppard knew.
"Mr.
Boyd was most displeased upon finding out that you had
appropriated
one of his cloning facilities, and right now,
your
clones are being hunted down by Boyd Grunts and killed
mercilessly."
"But
enough chitchat," with that, Sheppard motioned for the men
to
chain Pablo to a special table, and they brought the
old
donkey forward.
"Now
Pablo, you truly are a crack-smoking donkey fucker,"
chortled
Sheppard as the donkey rammed home and a mask
full
of cocaine fumes was fitted onto Pablo's muzzle.
[10 hours later]
Sheppard
looked up from his copy of "Guns and Ammo," and saw
that
the donkey was finally done with Pablo. Her tongue hung
limply
from her mouth. All fight was gone from her.
"And
no, Pablo, I'm not letting you go." Motioning again, for
his
assistants, Sheppard watched as they carried Pablo on a pole
to
the Raptor pen, where all of the Raptors used by the Rangers
were
kept. They were all males. Very horny ones at that.
"It's
been nice knowing you, Pablo," Sheppard said in a sad voice
as
the men threw Pablo into the pen, whereapon she was set upon
by
dozens of very, very horny Raptors. The orgy would continue
until
3AM the next morning.
[Lodge Control Room]
"Hiya
Rob," Sheppard said as he walked into the control room.
Rob's
back was turned, so he didn't notice Sheppard producing
a
small hold-out blaster and shooting him unconscious.
With
Rob out of the way, Sheppard called up the entire complex's
security
systems on his computer, and deactivicated every
system.
The predators would be able to get in now. ASVS was in
for
the fight of it's life.
Laughing
all the way to the pad where Chris and the _Fearmeister_
were,
Sheppard boarded the TIE Defender and the two of them
disappeared
into the night sky and into the vastness of space.
[2 hours later]
"Oh, my aching head." groaned Rob as he woke up.
Sheppard
was nowhere to be seen, and alerts were flashing all
over
the computer monitors. Suddenly, without warning the
door
to the room flew off it's hinges and a pair of Xenomorphs
swarmed
into the room.
"Aw,
Fuck." muttered Rob as he donned his pancho and cloak, and
pulled
out his trusty Colts. Using his Machismo (TM) powers, he
shot
the Xenomorphs in the head, easily avoiding their clumsy
attempts
to hack him up with their claws.
As
acid fountained out of their ruined heads, Rob flicked a stodgie
into
the air, and it came into contact with the acid-blood and
ignited.
He grabbed it out of the air and put it into his mouth just
as
the two corpses thudded to the floor.
Stepping
over the corpses, he saw muzzle flashes everywhere as brave
ASVSers
valiantly attempted to hold off the onrushing hordes
of
Xenomorphs, Zerg, Kzinti, and Trolls.
Suddenly,
without warning, a Raptor leapt into the corridor,
and
Rob was about to shoot it, when it suddenly tapped out "Pablo"
in
morse code.
"Fuck, Pablo, is that you?"
The Raptor bobbed it's head up and down.
"Damn."
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From:
"Pablo" <pablo_sanchez2000@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups:
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Subject:
Re: <TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Date:
Mon, 28 May 2001 16:41:57 -0500
Message-ID:
<9euggk$15idg$1@ID-35195.news.dfncis.de>
<Recover the body> Pablo tapped out.
Rob
paused for several seconds. "What body?"
<My body, dumbass> the Raptor 'said.'
Rob stared. "How?"
Pablo
labourously explained that there was a tracking device in the body,
and
that the tracker was in his room, and that if Rob didn't get the body
NOW
that he would be disemboweled like a hunted turkey.
It was all very confusing.
It
took Rob an annoyingly long time to recover the body, but he dragged it
to
the raptor after some time. "Now what?"
<Take the tracker, point it at me, and press the blue button.>
"Which blue button? This one?"
<No, that's purple. There's only one blue button.>
"Oh."
He hit the button. Suddenly, a dust cloud seemed to erupt from the
dead
body, but it was a swarming cloud. It clung to the raptor, which
began
to
shriek in pain and convulse. Rob puked as the raptor's flesh began
to
peel
and reform into... another shape.
Pablo
slowly rose from the ground, brushing off his combat fatigues. The
clothes
that now hid his fully human form. "Luckily, I have a supply of
nanites,
for healing purposes. A simple command, and they repair my body to
genetically
dictated standards. The tracker," he held out his hand
expectantly,
and Rob gave him the device, "Designated the raptor body as
mine,
and the nanites quickly 'repaired' the damage."
Rob gaped. "That was really cool."
"Thank
you very much for the help. I will immediately transfer funds to
your
account. On the order of 12 million Impcreds," Pablo said.
"Whatever," Rob said as he jogged away, Poncho flapping in the wind.
Pablo
sighed, and looked around. He spotted his former body, and recalled
the
problem. Boyd had discovered his theft, and destroyed the clones.
How
he
had destroyed the clones located in the impregnable Hephaestus system,
Pablo
could not fathom. (Shep: the defenses in my empire's base system could
repel
almost anything. The only thing that could defeat them, that comes
to
mind,
is an attack by the Culture)
It
rankled, but he would have to begin using the mass cloners. The same
machines
that churned out the organic materials used in all aspects of SRDC
services,
from fast food to fully trained soldiers, could easily be adapted
for
his own use. The possibility that Boyd could have even damaged those
was
basically nil, as they were located in the most heavily defended area of
the
Hephaestus system. He would call home immediately. And after
that...
--
[1 Hour Later]
Sheppard
was happy with his triumph, and was even now sharing a
congratulatory
beer with O'Farrel. He took a long swig, and grinned.
"We got that bastard pretty good, eh?" said Sheppard.
O'Farrel
laughed. "Yeah, he won't be getting out of that anytime soon.
He
paid
in full for trying to kill me."
Sheppard
took another drink, and thought he heard something. "Say,
O'Farrel,
did you--"
"Hear somehing?"
"Yeah, like a hissing kind of sound, and then a clicking."
"I
hope it isn't--" suddenly, a scorpion-like animal, three feet on a side,
fell
from a cieling vent and latched onto O'Farrel face. He screamed with
surprise
and fear, and then he was cut off. The facehugger's tail
constricted
around his throat, and he collapsed to the floor without even a
groan.
Sheppard
cursed and drew his Glock 21 (IIRC). He held the pistol at the
ready.
Another alien dropped into the room, and he began firing wildly.
He
hit
it several times, and it stopped moving. He watched the blood eat
through
the floor, and glanced at O'Farrel. It was far too late, the eggs
were
already in him. But at least Sheppard was alive. That was something.
Pablo
frowned as he watched the monitor. Sheppard was still alive, but
at
least
he had gotten O'Farrel. The alien pods he had planted in their room's
ventilation
had worked very well. He guessed he would have to take care of
Sheppard
himse--wait... He spotted something, and grinned. The facehuggers
had
attracted someone else.
--
Sheppard
slapped a new magazine in his pistol. He crouched in the corner of
his
room, breathing hard, with his eyes darting around rapidly. He couldn't
go
outside, because something had locked the doors. Even if he could,
the
sounds
of wild gunfire and slaughter would have stayed him.
He
tried to collect his thoughts as he looked around the room. Something
to
use
to escape. He thought he spotted a blurry shadow next to the wall.
He
rubbed
his eyes and stared. Two green lights flared, and the shadow moved,
quite
rapidly. Sheppard crazily whipped his firearm up and fired, hitting
nothing
but the walls. The shadow leapt across the room, and took Sheppard
by
the throat. The cloaking faded, and a Predator appeared.
Sheppard nearly wet himself. "You--"
The
mask detached in a cloud of steam propelled by compressed air. The
hideous
alien began to speak. "Yoo arr Seppard, grate warrior?"
Sheppard couldn't breath, so he just nodded.
The
Predator laughed, a poor approximation of the human sound. "Nott
ennymoor..."
Blades
sprang from the predator's wrist. Sheppard's mouth opened in a
silent
scream as the blades slammed home.
--
Pablo
smiled. "A very nice trophy, that head. I had it once..." he
winced
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From:
ryanwolf@erols.com ("Barking Mad" MKSheppard)
On
Mon, 28 May 2001 16:41:57 -0500, "Pablo" <pablo_sanchez2000@hotmail.com>
wrote:
"One
last thing," said the Predator.
"What?"
"This."
and with that, the holoshroud dropped revealing a pissed
Running
out the door, Sheppard jumped into the Fearmeister, and he
As
he sat back in the co-pilots seat next to Chris, he reflected
The
fool had removed his mask, and went for the melodramatic
Using
one of the holoshroud generators that the LT had left
Sheppard
smiled, remembering what he'd given Pablo - his
Using
Rusty, the Insane MedDroid, he'd removed the Alien embryo
[The
Lodge]
Paul
Jaques HJR picked up the strange box and opened it.
Suddenly,
the Embryo leapt into his chest, shredding it
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From:
"Pablo" <pablo_sanchez2000@hotmail.com>
The
Predator didn't know I existed, but don't let that stop you.
--
[Sheppard's
Home]
Sheppard
was gone, but simple cowardice would not stop Pablo from getting
Sheppard
had killed his own family, months ago. It was not a thing that
He
turned to his enemy's mother and father. "It looks like you raised
your
Excellent.
He left a note, saying "Bye bye mama and papa." He walked out
It
would be quite difficult for Sheppard to show his face on Earth ever
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From:
Transcend <transcend@cybertown.com>
Colin
Brian Witz wrote:
Ah
vacation time, and nothing better then a good hunt. Of course Ta'or
"What
do you mean you can't find my reservation, I made it weeks ago!"
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Reply-To:
"Colin Brian Witz" <ybear@inreach.com>
Looking
as the creatures swarmed all over his hunitng lodge, The Bear took stock
at
the memory. As far as he knew, that hunter wasn't the former ASVS
regular,
just a regular glory seeker. But he was obviously good enough.
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Subject:
Re: <TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Date:
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>Pablo
smiled. "A very nice trophy, that head. I had it once..." he
winced
>at
the memory. As far as he knew, that hunter wasn't the former ASVS
>regular,
just a regular glory seeker. But he was obviously good enough.
off
Sheppard, who promptly blew Pablo's head off with his
H&K
USSOCOM .45 Pistol.
and
Chris once again took off for the safety of deep space
using
the Fearmeister's cloaking device.
on
the stupidity of the Predator whose skull now decorated the
Fearmeister's
rearview mirror like a pair of fuzzy dice, being hung
from
string that ran through the eyesockets to the big round hole
in
the back of the skull.
ending,
allowing Sheppard to pull out a concealed compact
Glock
32 at the last minute and blow it's head off.
behind
on the Fearmeister when he'd given it to Chris, he'd
easily
impersonated the now-dead Predator.
own
skull. Sheppard had kept it as a memento after Pablo's brain
transferrence
surgery, and now it had been useful.
from
Chris and left it in a FedEx box that should be arriving at
the
Lodge...about now....
viciously.
Paul dropped like a stone, his blood staining the
carpet
in his room.
Subject:
Re: <TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Date:
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his
revenge. The .45 had simply knocked Pablo unconscious, thanks to
the
ultra-dense
bone matter he had ordered the nanites to construct. With his
clones
momentarily down, he couldn't afford to take chances.
Pablo
would let go easily, and he was prepared to take revenge. He walked
into
the kitchen, where the family sat bound and gagged. He cracked his
knuckles,
and looked at his fingers. A tickle on his hands came and went.
The
nanites, amazing devices they were, had changed his fingerprints.
boy
to be a mass murderer. He pulled out a glock, the same that Sheppard
had
left in his rooms in the lodge. He chambered a round, and began firing.
He
reloaded several times, to give the proper measure of cold-bloodedness.
of
the room, got in his car, and drove away. It was time to go back
to the
lodge.
again.
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Date:
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>
Thanks to MK Sheppard, Rob Wilson, and Lord Rog.
>
>
The Hunting Lodge is now Officially open for any Zerg, Xenomorph, Orc,
>
Troll,
>
Kzinti, and Ewok hunting. The Medical staff suggests Thermal Detonators
>
and repulsor clubs for hunting Ewoks but most think they are just trying
>
to drum up business.
wanted
a Xenomorph specimen for his own uses, which was why he was
permitted
to go in the first place. Col. Transcend looked out the shuttle's
cockpit
and watched ID Space go by for a few minutes. Then he went to check
his
supplies. For hunting itself he wouldn't need anything more then his
skrill
as a weapons and his Virtual Glass Shield implant for defences.
Opening
the medical case he checked the crystalized Talon core energy and
applicator,
never could be too careful. There was also a limited supply of
the
new Doors International Medical Nanobots, still experimental but able
to
deal with many injuries. Closing that case he moved on to his security
gear,
many unsavorable types would be hanging around the hunting lodge.
Seeing
all was intact there he moved on to his tracking gear. Tracking
nanobots
and launcher were there, which would feed telemetry directly into
his
Global. Next he checked his portable ID portal, which would send him to
the
portal aboard the small cloaked shuttle. Finally sure of his gear Col.
Transcend
dropped the shuttle out of ID Space and activated the cloaking
device.
He then began scanning the surface of the world below him, finding
the
lodge easily. Activating the ID comm gear he opened a channel to the
surface,
where he got a rather nasty surprise.
From:
"Colin Brian Witz" <ybear@inreach.com>
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of
the situation, actually I had been preparing for just this condtingency,
but
didn't
think it was time to cash in the 'Insurance Policy' just yet. Walking
over
to the summoning room, I looked at the control printed in an anchient
langauge,
and tapped in the series, for The flagship (Still under construction,
as
the Lodge was primarily a fundraising venture, to finance the much needed
fleet
upgrades for future TGODs) Watching as the little Kushan workers
fitted
modular
parts to the hull I had a moment's regret before firing up the ship's
computer.
"What percent of the operation is complete." I asked the ship's AI
*Our
Kushan allies have harvested most of the molecular debris from the old
battle,
and are still annalizing it. Unfortuanatly we were unable to recover
enough
debris from the second deathstar to build our own Superlaser, but the
Kushans
are willing to sell us a used Siege cannon.* came the reply
"So
with the Cloaking nets, what is the chance that Sheppard has detected our
construction
operation."
*Considering
his former Position as our Primary arms supplier. Unknown.*
"DAMN!*
"Just
tell me what's operationional."
*Certainly,
the Galley, The Wetbar, Stargate, Music and the Anime missile system
are
all fully operational.*
"Good,
get me some Salmon, with a light pasta, a six pack, and Lock and fire all
missiles
on the FEARMEISTER!*
Eatting
a light repast I listened to the sounds of Gotterdamrung playing over
the
ship's comm system as the unreasonable mass of FTL missiles chased after
the
ship.
Sipping my last drink I asked for another just as the missiles discharged
their
multipal warheads in terminal kill vectors.
*I
am sorry, the wetbar is depleted!*came the computer's voice.
"What!
I couldn't have drank all of it, there was supposed to be enough liquid
refreshment
for a full crew for Five YEARS!"
*We
purchased an ANIME missile launch system, in the event of their not being
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The
Fearmeister was in the process of being buffetted by cans of harmless drink,
The
antimissle system was glowing red turning the cans into big puffs of foam
that
instantly crystalized in the cold of space.
Being
an innovative person Chris activated the Tractor beam and filled the hold
of
the ship with the ill gotten soda's and beers.
Cracking
open very cold, ones' Mark and Chris grumbled "Now why couldn't
Colin
be more considerate and give us something to eat with all of this beer!"
Groaning
The Bear left the bridge, and told Mikie II to do something to get them
back.
Strangely
the superpowerful, insane, and terminally dumb Artifial Intelligence
(Think
Pinky meets Shodan) hacked the imperial Holofeed creating the battle of
the
Boy/Girl bands marathon, which was ended half an hour into it's start by
the
lucky
intervention of an unknown Eclipse class warship that destroyed the
concert
location along with: The Spice Girls, The Backstreet Boys, New Kids
on
The
Block, Menudo (All former members), Hanson, and All of the other groups
that
so
deserved death.)
Elsewhere.
The Borginfested Irradiated Ewok, crept along, now serving the
troll,
lords he gathered the ingredients he needed for the summoning, the only
thing
he needed now was Lump Bile, and Sheppard urine. Soon the dark god
of
trolls
would awaken and swarm from world to world. The colony of trolls
had
been
attacked by Kzinti and had inturn raided Ringworld for Tree of Life,
exactly
what Guardian and Weyon intended to do with this was unknown.
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From:
The Insidious Spyda <spyda@adjective-army.com>
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Subject:
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Date:
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Pablo
wrote:
>
>
The Predator didn't know I existed, but don't let that stop you.
>
>
--
>
>
[Sheppard's Home]
>
>
<snip>
>
>
It would be quite difficult for Sheppard to show his face on Earth ever
>
again.
All
of a sudden an Arab Federation redshirt with 20 sticks of dynamite
strapped
to his body appears out of nowhere. "I don't want to live in fear
anymore!
If I'm going to die, I'm taking the rest of you with me!"
*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*
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From:
"Chris O'Farrell" <rogueone@optushome.com.au>
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Date:
Tue, 29 May 2001 14:51:28 GMT
Being
a Borg hybrid had many advantages. All of his natural senses were
enhanced
far beyond any normal humans, with Jedi level equivilance. A HUD
was
imprinted on his vision directectly. The various sensors in his body and
the
external ones via datalink or hacked datalink formed a sort of sixth
sense
much akin to the Force through which Chris was able to with complete
clarity
know what was going on. It also gave him strength enough to take on
Klingons
or wookies hand to hand and win due to strength and reflexes.
It
was therefore with some surprise that apparently out of nowhere a face
hugger
slammed into him and implanted its embryos into his body. A few
seconds
later he "saw" Sheppard deal with the situation and accepted his
help
back to the Fearmister. Already the nanoprobes and their nanite swarms
in
attendence had isolated the infestation and were preparing to liquidate
it
when he arrived back at the fearmister. ordering the implants to begin
regneration,
he activated rusty who with little trouble extracted the eggs
from
him and placed them into the specialy designed parcle with the stasis
field.
The
Fearmister for this planet and mission had been re-equiped. The new
external
modular weapons system let the layout change in a short time.
Before
leaving the O'Farrells Revenge, he had had the techs mount 2 squad
E-Web
turrets in place of the ion cannons and pulse phasers. A mixed warhead
pod
with a liberal amount of thermal detonators, Mark 3 starfleet attack
drones
(with the isolinier tag system replaced by replicated Varon-T
disruptor
components), a wide area deforestation bomb and 4 dozen HE
rockets.
The two Q-Torps had been replaced by a pair of cargo pods each with
a
high powered swoop inside. The cargo bay where once the LT had stored his
infamous
WMD now held every possible bit of equipment for a self
constructing
jungle fort 5000, several dozen 21st cent assault rifles of
vartying
kinds and 2 fishing rods....
It was a good time to go hunting.
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From:
ryanwolf@erols.com ("Barking Mad" MKSheppard)
Newsgroups:
alt.startrek.vs.starwars
Subject:
Re: <TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Date:
Wed, 30 May 2001 00:06:18 GMT
Message-ID:
<3b143700.25585745@news.erols.com>
On
Mon, 28 May 2001 18:27:34 -0500, "Pablo" <pablo_sanchez2000@hotmail.com>
wrote:
>It
would be quite difficult for Sheppard to show his face on Earth ever
>again.
Unfortunately,
Pablo forgot to properly forge the "Bye Mama bye Papa",
note,
giving Sheppard valuable legal leverage...unfortunately for Sheppard,
but
fortunately for Pablo, Sheppard was already wanted by the
Bureau
of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms for illegally manufacturing
Sturmgewehr
44s in his backyard shop....
CNN NEWSFLASH:
<Camera shows a Blonde Bimbo speaking>
"Over
a hundred Federal Agents are dead after they were killed in a massive
explosion,
after attempting to apprehend one Mark Sheppard, who is considered
heavily
armed and extremely dangerous."
"Mr.
Sheppard is wanted for questioning concerning his family's recent murder,
as
well as for manufacture of several hunded illegal machine guns and
assault
rifles. One of his friends, a Mr. Sanchez, had this to say:"
<Camera turns to Pablo>
"He
was always the quiet one, staying in his house most of
the
time, and muttering about how the government was trying
to
take his guns away. He was always buying fertilizer and
putting
it into that shack in his backyard that blew up when
those
poor cops tried to open the door."
<pause>
Bimbo: "So do you think he did it?"
Pablo
chuckled. "Well, since my paper kept disappearing, I decided to put
a
camcorder out to see who was taking it, thinking it was my Neighbor, Mr
Sheppard.
This
morning, I saw this on the tape. I must warn you: it is extremely disturbing."
<Cut
to grainy footage from camcorder showing Sheppard walking into his house,
and
showing muzzle flashes from the windows of the house, and then Sheppard
walking
out again with blood splatter all over his clothes>
<Bimbo>
"There you have it. Incontrovertible proof of Sheppard's guilt."
[1,000 LY away at the Fearmeister's wet bar]
Sheppard
sat at the bar, slamming back shotglass after shotglass full of
100-grain
wood alcohol Vodka, when he saw his name and face on the
Fearmeister's
CNN feed.
"Oh shit."
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From:
"Colin Brian Witz" <ybear@inreach.com>
Newsgroups:
alt.startrek.vs.starwars
Subject:
Re: <TGOD> The LODGE IS OFFICIALY OPEN
Message-ID:
<8QwR6.42876$ca.59317@news.inreach.com>
Date:
Thu, 31 May 2001 12:19:27 -0700
"Colin
Brian Witz" <ybear@inreach.com> wrote in message
news:1LwQ6.38481$ca.51763@news.inreach.com...
>
Thanks to MK Sheppard, Rob Wilson, and Lord Rog.
>
>
The Hunting Lodge is now Officially open for any Zerg, Xenomorph, Orc,
Troll,
>
Kzinti, and Ewok hunting. The Medical staff suggests Thermal Detonators
and
>
repulsor clubs for hunting Ewoks but most think they are just trying to
drum
up
>
business.
The
Mushroom Pizza was made from magical ingredients, and placed inside it's
own
force
field and allowed to cool, a Big sign was placed next to the access box.
"ASVS
denizens do not eat the pizza if you know what's good for you."