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 Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 3:58 pm
"Alright, get into the ship, fella'. We're going to need some patchwork done pronto down in the spatial dispersitators, and Dozerbot might need help getting the fueliatocores installed and working."
The Captain tossed a conviently-pocketed communicator device to the Fixilators hands before turning and climbing into the ship, checking over his shoulder for any lazers firen' at him, or woop shoopin' coming in from any direction that could be painful.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:03 pm
The mechanical man gave a mechanical smirk, and watched the two enter the ship. He turned to face the three policemen, his arms up and ready. "Hey there, officers. Can I help you with something? Because if you don't stop shooting the ship, I will be forced to take action."
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:04 pm
When the police force, incompetent in every manner, realized that the Captain and his men were boarding the ship, they began concentrating their fire at the escaping spaceforgers.
"GRAKIOGKLOOOOOOOOO!" the commander exclaimed. "DESTROY THE TARGET AND OBTAIN HIS CARGO!" The laserfire intensified as the commander and his men marched toward the Fixilator and the crew of the Soulbounty, marking the ground in blaststains from their laser rifles.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:07 pm
"You got it, boss."
"You're doing it wrong, beard. Call him the captain, or he may very well kick us out in the middle of flight."
"Eh, whatever, let's just get on with it. Recognize the ship's construction?"
Whim nodded sagely as he clambered aboard the Soulbounty, closely examining the seamless rivet-jobs in the service passage-way he summarily ducked into. At this point, he barely even noticed being fired at by lazorfire-- he was entranced by the ship. "This is a Gato Tanque class cruiser... but it doesn't look like there's been too much modification, from what I saw of the exterior. If we're gonna get out of Jahovian spacespace in a collection of whole pieces, I'm gonna need your advice with tweakering the dispersitators."
The beard shook knowledgeably. "Of course. I didn't choose you as a host because of all the free food and endless entertainment."
"... You pain me."
"Right. THAT'S why I chose you. Now, let's get to the paft engilation room." They slowly made their way towards the back of the ship.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:16 pm
"I see you've made your choice. Time to go away, then." The mechanical man charged at the three officers, his fists throwing a flurry of punches even before he reached the men. He charged through the middle of them, raining metaloid-fisty doom upon their skulls.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:20 pm
Somewhere in a Jahovian spaceport, there was pain.
The police officers died a slow, painful death as their bodies were crushed by cybofists. In his dying moments, the commander made the call to bring in the reinforcements waiting just outside. A massive wall of stupidcops assembled before the Dozerbot, anti-roboshields and laser rifles in hand.
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:24 pm
In the bridge, Tailos was busy pressing buttons, pulling levers, and generally trying to synchronise powering up the ship with remaining fueliatocore energists. Outside, he could see the Dozerbot defeat the police only to be met with backup forces.
Tapping the communication device on the panel, the Captain called across to the new crewmember - the fixilator who'd not introduced, "How's the repairs back there? We might need to take off and land elsewhere on Jahovia to lie low if this fails."
And he pressed the button to activate the Rolla shieldaglorphs.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:25 pm
"Hmph. There is much underestimating of me today," the mechanical man noted. He raised his arms again, this time as if he were crucified, and underwent his transformation. He rested the giant warhammer on his shoulder, and pointed at the army. "I'm giving all of you one chance to get lost. I don't have much time, so I won't be holding back."
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:36 pm
The police shuddered, but not from Dozerbot -- the Rolla shield was ejecting praise for President Bush II. In terror, the Jahovians began rolling along the floor and tearing out their fur.
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 4:48 pm
The man shrugged, and ran past the fear-stricken guards towards what looked like a parts shop. He plowed through the door, and marched straight up to the owner, who couldn't understand why his door suddenly shattered.
"I need a couple of things. Quickly. I'm willing to pay handsomely if you're fast enough."
"What're you lookin' for, you barbarian?" the shopkeep responded, his eyes locked on the man's hammer.
"Four solar-recharging fueliatocores."
"Where do you need them?"
"Dock 164. ASAP."
"Sorry, son, but the fastest I could get all four of those there would be in six hours. They're far too bulky and volatile to move around quickly."
"You've got sixty seconds to get them prepped and ready for quick installations. I'll carry them myself."
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 5:18 pm
Whim turned on his communicator with a werble and a tweet. "Things aren't looking too bad down here, Captain." He gave a little jolt to the frame of the chipboard he was looking at from his handy dandy Conductro, watching circuits flow visibly back to life.
"I don't know how much lift I'm gonna be able to give her, but I can sure as hell get her moving horizontally, if that's good enough for now." On the beard's advice, Whim had made some basic modifications to the engilators which (usually) increased power output by around 35 e-percent. "I don't think I'll be able to give you much more until I get the chance to work at the core, and I imagine we can't take the time to deactivate it at the moment."
The beard simplified Whimsson's statement:
"Let's get the hell outta here!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 17, 2006 9:14 pm
Heatomolecules roared around the 'Zig's carnomate protectoshell as it velocitified into the atmosphere of Jahovia III at hyperomatic speeds.
Abruptly, the turbulation ceased as it cleared the highest levels of atmosphere to enter the aerationclaxsphere, and the heatomolecules got bored and vibrambulated somewhere else.
+ENGAGING INVISICLOAK+, clattered the piloting subroutines. +RELEASING OCUDRONES+
While the ocudrones observed the situation soilside, PanZuriel would wait in the safety of the 'Zig'. There was no reason to act until he was fully appraised of the goings on. His magical sense was tingling -- there was chaos afoot. And chaos was his favourite. heart
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 6:51 am
((Sorry Guys, I'll be gone for the weekend on a camping trip.
See ya. ))
He looked at Jasper for a second. "Sorry to leave you hanging like this, but something important's come up. Looks like our playtime will have to be delayed."
He left the room.
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 7:01 am
The Andro-Tobor were growing tired of the Jahovian's antics.
"OPEN FIRE!" the General Derelict barkclamifed, and the order was relayed down a long chain of Tobor until it reached the ship's guntrabith room.
The Andro-Tobor fleet had come prepared for a battle with Jahovia, however. Instead of simply firin' lazers at their newfound enemy planet, they were firin' their Rolla lazers. Every lazer that struck the planet wailed with praise for President Bush II, which killed Jahovians over a larger area than simple lazers.
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Nov 18, 2006 9:23 am
The docking bay. It was quiet at this time, no one would be there until Father and Mr. de Nandemonai were done negotiating. No one except Roufetta.
She ran down the rows of large spaceships, hovercars, scootocycles, looking for something she could steal. Borrow...
"Who's there?"
A young boy jumped out from behind one of the cars. No more than 7 or 8 years old but carrying a very old fashioned taser gun. One that was probably from 2005. Roufetta shuddered at the thought and tried to smile. The boy held out his gun, his little hands shaking.
"My brothers...they said...I'm supposed to shoot!"
They said I'd be cool if I caught a robber! I wanna be cool like them!
"Little boy, I'm not a robber. I am the beautiful daughter of the Lord of Remorsa. If you kill me, you'd go to jail."
Is jail cool?
"Here. Take this gem. Show it to your brothers, but don't give it to them."
Roufetta leaned over and placed the pink jewel from her necklace into the boy's palm. Jokingly, she kissed his cheek and ran off. As she started fumbled to start her father's spaceship she could hear the boy yelling "I JUST MET A PRINCESS!!"
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