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 Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:40 pm
"Did they mention why they wanted it taken out?" The strange woman pointed in the distance. "I see smoke, it's miles away though..."
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 6:44 pm
(The others haven't posted in a few days. I guess I'm just used to faster free-forms) xp
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 6:54 am
((I wouldn't know, I don't play that many RPs, I just love Doctor Who. Maybe if I rush things on a bit to some action and stuff it'll help... This bit's a little boring compared to the start of this thread...))
"They didn't have to mention," said Lars, clambering over another set of pipes. They were nearing the end of the canyon now and the path was getting narrower, "We're pirates. We take ships down to raid them. Of course we did have another benefactor this time... but I didn't really ask. Probably the Daleks or the Gelf or someone. They're all wrapped up in this war. Ha, though I doubt a Dalek would deal with space pirates. Look, it's the escape pod..."
Making their way round a bit of the canyon wall that jutted out sharply in front of them, they found a small cave entrance and outside it lay the battered, smoking remains of the pod. Empty, of course. The four of them stood nervously.
"Can't stop now..." said Lars, heading inside. As she passed through the low entrance she noticed that the pipes that had been running in and out of the ground at intervals along the canyon path were coming together at the cave. The pathway widened out into a larger tunnel and she could see the pipes lining it - and they were giving off heat. This was not simply a natural cave, this was some sort of base with the pipes bringing in some sort of vital supplies. But what? And what sort of base?
They kept going in silence. There was no sign of life but the tension made the air electric. The planet was lifeless outside, but on the inside...
They were a good half-a-mile into the cave system when disaster struck. Lars felt a rock give way under her foot. She jumped back only to see the rock rise up again and fit neatly back into it's place. In the distance there was the sound of an alarm going off.
"Damn it I've triggered their security sensors..."
She was reaching for her gun when a laser shot struck her straight through the shoulder and she fell backwards, rebounding off the wall. The tunnel was suddenly alive with laser fire. Tiny guns, hidden amongst the lumps and crevices on the rocky ceiling were extending down and firing shot after shot at the intruders. The caves lit up with electric blue light.*
((Oh dear, a little Indiana Jones perhaps... confused ))
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:31 am
Here's my character...
name: Penfold
age: 178
species: Timelord
home planet: Gallifrey
abilities: ?
weapons: illegal Tissue Compression Eliminator
rank: Junior agent, Celestial Intervention Agency
appearance: nebbish
bio: Recently joining the CIA, Penfold sees himself as dashing and heroic. Sadly, he is completely incompetent.
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 10:46 am
"Who the devil are you people?" a voice called out in surprise. "I almost had that defense system neutralized with my Sonic Gallifreyian Army Knife till you lot blundered in!"
As blue blaster rays continued to rain upon the motley crew, Penfold realized this was his chance. "Okay, you people keep the lasers busy while I rush in and locate the Cyber control room. Once inside I'll disable the automatic defense systems. Good? Right, then..."
The Timelord ran forward at top speed, disappearing from view. Suddenly, he cried out, "Whaa--h!?! Arrrggh!!! Help, I've been shot! Nooooo!!! I'm too young to regenerate!"
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:27 am
Hairy Priest "Who the devil are you people?" a voice called out in surprise. "I almost had that defense system neutralized with my Sonic Gallifreyian Army Knife till you lot blundered in!" As blue blaster rays continued to rain upon the motley crew, Penfold realized this was his chance. "Okay, you people keep the lasers busy while I rush in and locate the Cyber control room. Once inside I'll disable the automatic defense systems. Good? Right, then..." The Timelord ran forward at top speed, disappearing from view. Suddenly, he cried out, "Whaa--h!?! Arrrggh!!! Help, I've been shot! Nooooo!!! I'm too young to regenerate!" ((this character is great, reminds me of inspector clouseau))
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:29 am
Firestorm howls in distress as she hears the timelords shout.
"What are we gonna do?"
In her Dragon form, her voice sounds like dry leaves.
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:29 am
((Penfold.... I take it you're a Danger Mouse fan? By the way I totally agree that your character rocks.))
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:32 am
* "Rescue him!" shouts Lars, clutching at a badly bleeding shoulder, "I'll give some covering fire, try and take out the guns... You go..."
She begins to shoot furiously at the guns and the shots they fire, clearing a path for the others.*
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 12:37 pm
Roobarb ((Penfold.... I take it you're a Danger Mouse fan? By the way I totally agree that your character rocks.)) (Wow... I'm surprised anyone remembers such an old show. Yeah, I did swipe the name off of DM's trusty sidekick! mrgreen ) While the others commenced with their brave assault, Penfold recovered from momentary unconsciousness. Mortally wounded by laser fire, he was down to a single functioning heart. "Oh dear, this looks to be the end of me!", he muttered to himself. Just then he noticed something at his foot. Ah, so this was what he had tripped over in his mad dash forward! He picked it up, studying it carefully. It was small, silvery, and looked vaguely like a Trilobite from Earth's prehistoric past. "Now what's a cute little fellow like you doing here?" he wondered to himself. Suddenly, the robotic creature began to wiggle itself free from his grip... "Aaaaaggghhh!!!"
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 9:58 pm
As everyone took cover, Jiggy just calmly walked forward toward the young newcomer. The lasers were hitting her over and over again, punching tiny holes in her body that probably would have killed any other person besides her. By the time she got to Penfold, she looked like swiss cheese.
She ran up to the cybermat in his hand and stomped on it before it could stick him with its poisonous stinger. Even though she looked to be in worse shape than him, she quickly helped him to his feet and scolded him. Though her voice was raspy and halting due to the two holes shot in her throat. "You're... hardly *wheeze* dead yet... Now... turn off *gasp* the damned *cough* system!"
(Oh dear, I hope Penfold doesn't go through a regeneration. I love this version too much to say goodbye.) xd
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Posted: Mon Mar 27, 2006 11:54 pm
"Turn off the...? Oh, right, I forgot!" The badly wounded Time Lord stubbornly ignored the pain coursing through his body, devoting a portion of his highly advanced mind to repeatedly think the phrase: keep a stiff upper lip. It seemed to help with the agony. Somewhat. He looked around quickly for a nearby control panel, but couldn't spot anything that looked useful.
"Hmm... where's that wonderful little Cyber bug got to? I could probably do a bit of jiggery-pokery on it's relay transmitter thingy to..." Suddenly, his hands fumbled upon the crushed remains of the Cybermat. "Oh well--so much for that idea."
He turned to face his rescuer for the first time, and said in accusational tones, "Oi, Swiss-cheese woman! You did this, didn't you? Didn't you?! No, no, don't answer that. Well, only one thing left for it, then." Penfold sprang up, raised his hands into the air, and stammered quickly, "I am an envoy of the Time Lords! I come to parley with the Cybermen to... uh... make a d-deal... yeah, umm... a deal... uh..." His voice trailed off as he dodged to avoid another blast.
"Okay, we surrender! We surrender!!!"
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Hairy Priest Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 12:49 am
Jiggy smiled a slightly creepy grin as Penfold spouted off technical jargon that made little sense to her. "I... *wheeze* have no... *hack* idea what... you... just said. But, I think the cybermat *cough* would have killed you long before you managed... *gasp* to do anything to it. And I... don't think the cybermen *hack* are in a talking mood." Jiggy concentrated as she ran dragging Penfold with her. Well, concentrated as well as she could with several holes in her brain.
She turned to Firestorm as the holes in her neck began to close up. "You there! Grab Lars and run this way!" With that, Jiggy made a mad dash down the tunnel with the time lord, hoping that the end of the tunnel would mean the end of the lasers. She didn't know how many more blasts she could take before she completely fell apart at the seams.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 2:18 am
After running pell-mell for what seemed like an interminable duration, the ragtag band escaped the gauntlet of lasers and came upon the locked entranceway leading to the underground refrigerated city of the Cryons. Penfold looked at the door and said, "I think... *pant*... I think I can open this with my sonic thingamabob. But let's take a breather first, eh? Cos trying to hold back my body from regenerating is taking a lot of effort. And, well, the Swiss-cheese woman is still leaking brains all over the place." Just then a searing pain shot through the Time Lord's body, and a weird light began to exude from his skin. "Blimey, it's getting harder to hold back the change," he said with a frown. He concentrated harder, and the shimmering lights faded. The regeneration process had been suppressed, if only for the moment.
Quickly, he sprang to his feet, and with a smile he said "Greetings, I'm Penfoldanoracastabulorian. A Time Lord. You've heard of them, yes? I belong to the Celestial Intervention Agen -- err, no, scratch that -- I mean the 'Gallifreyan Temporal Transportation Towing Service'. My main objective is to find an unfortunate Gallifreyan (of absolutely no consequence) who's time vessel had a bit of a problem with its dematerialization circuit thingy, and got captured by these dreadful Cyberblokes. My secondary objective is to prevent the aforementioned Cyberchappies from interfering in the Time War by any means possible. Or is the latter my primary objective, and the former my secondary one? I can't remember." He thought for a moment, then added, "Anyway, what say you lot team up with me, and we put the KO to the baddies together, eh? You know, all for one, one for all -- that sort of thing. The Agency would be jolly glad to compensate you for your services..."
Fishing out his sonic device, he began to undo the locking mechanism to the door, and in seconds the lock was disabled. "Oh, by-the-by, because I'm a bit banged up, my body might suddenly shut down to recuperate. By shutting down I mean a complete lack of breathing, no pulse, et cetera, et cetera. If it happens, it's perfectly okay, I'm still alive. So please, whatever you do, don't bury, burn, eat, or otherwise dispose of my body!"
And with that, Penfold collapsed, falling temporarily into a deep coma.
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Posted: Tue Mar 28, 2006 3:58 am
*Lars stared bleary eyed at the newcomer, unconscious on the floor. He did look dead... but then again, he'd said he wasn't. And he ought to know. She turned to Jiggy and choked slightly. She really was oozing brains - and it wasn't a pretty sight.
"I don't know about the rest of you," she said, turning her gaze discreetly towards her bleeding shoulder, "But I think this Timelord is crazy. However, he did just half rescue us..." she paused for a moment, thinking things over, "The way I see it we have two choices; we can raid his pockets for any handy tools and valuables, roll him into a corner and go back to the ship. Or we can wait a little while for him to stop being dead and go on."
Whilst the others thought this over, Lars tugged out a rather grimy roll of bandages from her tool belt and began making repairs to her shoulder.
"Personally, I'm liking the sound of that afore-mentioned reward..."*
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