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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:47 pm
Roufetta nodded.
"Of course. Just one thing. What is a cake?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:48 pm
"This!" Rosie held up the fallen cake. "Is NOT a cake!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:49 pm
Roufetta nodded, taking note that the lump of...lumpishness, was NOT, in fact, a cake.
"Got it."
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:52 pm
Soon the cake was done and not fallen, and Rosie had it out and sitting to cool in no time! That meant it was time for take off.
"Which way are we headed?!" She asked.
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:56 pm
"Actually...I'm not sure. But I do know that if we just...drift around the galaxy a bit, we'll find him. Do you have anyplace you need to be?"
[[Eh. Rp-ers block. whee ]]
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:56 pm
"I go anywhere there are people who need to eat!" Rosie chirped happily! "Off we... drift!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 4:58 pm
Roufetta tried to be enthusiastic.
"Off we drift!"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 5:34 pm
The mechanical man snapped to attention at being addressed with its model number. There were very few in the universe that were capable of knowing its model number, and most of them were ancient beings of wisdom. This being spoke with a strange quirk, adding an unfamiliar word to the end of each of his sentences.
RUN: Translate word: 'Desu'
Desu is a meme from the early part of the two thousand decade. It means absolutely nothing, but sounds like a Japanese word, in essence, making the sentence sound cool. In fact, however, over use of this word just makes the user an idiot.
The man noted this in his RAM banks, and nodded. "My unit designation has not been confirmed, so many refer to me as Dozerbot, or simply Dozer. You may call me whatever you wish. Though... how did you come to be aboard the Andro-Tobor flagship without being detected?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 6:28 pm
"Ah, I see ... Dozerbot desu," Pan replied. "That is quite a satisfactory appellation desu." He regarded this 'Dozerbot's' overall stance and attitude, pleasantly noting its attentive state. Yes, that was all to be expected.
"How I have escaped detection is a simple matter, with the technology I have acquired on my long journey -- for example," here he made a flourishing gesture, and a small tendrilous sphere materialised at his fingertips, one large eye darting constantly around; "total concealment of light, heat and electrical traces is a simple matter desu. You will find I know many things desu."
"But enough of that desu. You are programmed to safeguard your human companions, are you not, desu? And as we speak -- and as my many ocudrones have confirmed -- they are at this very moment being escorted to the Crozuilus' electrodungeons for unspeakable torments desu."
At the word 'torments', he only just managed to suppress a manic grin.
"Surely you cannot permit these Andro-Tobor predations desu?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 10:35 pm
The man nodded his head as he ran calculations. The amount of the word 'desu' that was being used was absurd, so he added it to his censored word list. The list now contained exactly one word.
"Affirmative. Unfortunately, I cannot trace the crew members without them exerting some kind of their magical powers, and I fear that if I were to access a databank, we would be detected. My hacking skills are subpar; I am not that sort of robot. What do you suggest?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 2:31 am
Pan laughed scintillatingly. "You would imagine I know where they are headed, but not the path they travel desu? What an absurd notion desu."
He lifted one hand, pointing his index finger at the roof. With a barely audible hum of servo-motors, the tip opened up, and a thin interface cord snaked out, twirling unnecessarily in the air as if to prove just how animated it was.
"I have schematics of all Andro-Tobor organishuttles, Crozuilus included desu. I believe there is a downfeed port at the base of your metallicranium; would you permit an interface desu?"
The downfeed cable snaked closer to the Dozerbot, enticing him to grab it.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:11 am
[[ SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY. I haven't been able to get online since about Thursday due to my being back home instead of dorms, where there is no intarwebz. ._. ]]
Things were bleak. Tailos could remember little besides the screeching of alarms, mechanised footsteps and clanging vibrowansers as the Tobors breached the atheroscorridors of the Soulbounty and swiftly took charge. The slithers of xenthork plants and the somnusious gas as it filtered into his cubbyhole... it had took plenty of willpower to resist it, and lots of handkerchiefs bunched into his respiritoratory passages. He peeked out of the small locker slit, listening carefully for any sounds of the Andro-Tobor vacuole oxycarbolic shift, before deciding it was safe to move out.
Tucking the Dirk into the customfitted sheath at his waist, the Captain opened the door and ducked down behind the nearest cover. Two Tobors walked past, bitdatastreaming the local weather reports in Nebula #12B51A. Tailos took his time to wait unseen as they past, before hiding beneath a cardboard box and beginning to sneak out of the cargo hold.
I'm so goddamned clever, he thought to himself, unaware that Tobors could read mindofrequencies if they so chose. They hadn't found him yet, so that meant they were still looking. Silly Tobors and their lacking commonsense to check all nooks and crannies of a ship. Now to find Dozerbot and Jasper...
The Captain managed to exit the Soulbounty and even make it into the repairobay of the Crozuilus before triggering an alarm.
"OH SHI--"
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Sui the foot doktor Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:40 am
The sudden alarm startled Suienheimer. Shoving his commodore aside with powerful ractipated armnounits, he lept into action, racing along the Crozuilus's corridors at Tobor-exclusive speeds for the repairobay.
In the repairobay, most of the Tobor had been alerted to the presence of an intruder. However, busy with their bitdatastream, the two closest Tobor ignored Captain Tailos outright. Nebula #12B51A was an interesting nebula, after all.
Regardless of the two bumbling moronbors who were about to have their metallicraniums lazerfraked by the General Derelict, the majority of the other Tobor were prepared for battle and began scouring the repairobay, which strobulated a thoroughly obnoxious purple color with each BLEEP of the alarm. Vibrowansers a-vibro, the Tobor were quite prepared and most agreeable in the event of an assault by another enemy force.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 1:03 pm
The mechanical man snapped up, not from the sound of an alarm, but from the sound of vibrowansers. "Excuse me," he said, as he ran out of the docking bay. He was calculating the odds that maybe they hadn't found out he was still here, but they seemed really low.
As he rounded the ship, however, he came face to face with a handful of Andro-Tobor and a box. Perfect. If they hadn't known that he was still uncaptured before, they sure did now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 3:53 pm
The downfeed cable retracted instantly, and Pan scowled. "How irritating desu."
He rather liked the colour of the alarm, though, and decided to remain in the repairobay. He began broadcasting an Andro-Tobor signature on all mindofrequencies; if they found him, which was most likely, they would confuse him for one of their own.
Well ... his appearance and their suspicion would counterbalance the effect somewhat, but the conflict it caused their thoughtbobulators could be close to disabling. They wouldn't be able to cause him any trouble. The Leader-Tobors would likely see through it, but they could be reasoned with.
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