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« Reply #1335 on Sept 8, 2009, 4:07pm » | |
When Ayame opened her eyes again, she couldn't see anything. Curious because -as I just mentioned- her eyes were now in a state of openness.
I cannot see any of the things! she cried, perhaps a little louder than necessary.
"Don't worry m'love. We'll be out of this in a tick." came the voice of Ace near to hand. In fact, it sounded to Ayame as if he was right next to her ear.
"Oh, I do not think so, Mr. Ace Rimmer. You won't be eshcapeenk us THEES time!" came another voice, somewhere a ways off, and higher up.
Is that Moei? Tell her it was still my turn to be doing the seeking. MOEI! IT IS NOT YOUR TURN TO BE DOING THE SEEKING!
"Vaat is she talking about?" said the voice. There was nondescript mumbling nearby and a small argument broke out between the two voices.
Of course Ayame couldn't see where they were, she had been blindfolded, and Ace WAS close to her ear, because they were tied back to back. What Ayame had not yet sensed is that they were also tied to a chair and suspended in midair over the center of an arena-style room.
Ace could see, and he knew his captors all too well.
"Never fear m'love." Ace said, tilting his head toward Ayame but keeping his eyes pointed up and his voice loud enough to be heard by their captors. "General Brunstaker and I have done this little dance before. He's no more dangerous than a summer rain."
I am afraid I do not understand this. Who is talking now?
"Oh Ace, you truly are a charmer to the last. And yes, I am afraid this will be our last encounter." said the General. "OPEN THE PIT!"
Ace watched as the floor below them slowly slid open to reveal what appeared to be some sort of animal pit. At first Ace didn't see the creature inside, the pit was too dark, but when the floor slid away completely it came into view.
It was a huge bear-like animal, but much much larger. It stood on it's hind legs and raised it's arms...or what should have been its arms. Instead it sported a set of Great White Sharks, both snapping furiously at the potential meal above. All three heads roared simultaneously.
What is that noise? Am I hungry?
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1336 on Sept 14, 2009, 12:46am » | |
General Brunstaker looked down on his captives in their precarious situation and smiled. He raised one hand, and immediately one of his lackeys approached with a large oak box. He opened it promptly and from it pulled out an incredibly obnoxious glove which he slid on the Generals hand.
"Do you like my glove, Mr. Ace? Does it look FAMILIAR to you?" he asked.
"Come now, General. It's not up to me to keep track of your accessories." Ace replied.
"It is very fine, despite being made from sub-par materials. Your last partner didn't give me much to work with."
The General twisted his wrist, and flexed his fingers. On the back of the hand was an ear.
"You bastard! Now I'll be sure to keep you alive long enough to feed that to you before the end." Ace said, his blue eyes twinkling with fury.
The Generals smile broadened. "We shall see. Goodbye, Mr. Ace."
With the gloved hand, Brunstaker pulled a comically over sized lever which caused Ace and Ayame to slowly descend into the pit below.
"Now, as cliched as it may be, I'm afraid I have vague business to attend to elsewhere in the ship. I'm sure something needs overseeing or..." he turns to the man holding the box who shrugs and shakes his head. "No? Are you sure?"
Whilst this is going on, Ace is already free of his bonds.
Why are we moving? What does love mean? How did children build the Honeycomb robot?
Ayame didn't see what happened next, she felt the chairs move, she heard the clink of a chain, and then gunfire. Suddenly her blindfold was off, and Ace was holding her in one arm and firing with his Luger with the other.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM YOU FOOLS!" The General shouted, he jerked the lever again, causing the chair, Ace, and Ayame to fall right onto the creature below. Before Ayame could do anything, something caught on her ankle and she was jerked upward leaving Ace and the creature behind.
AAAACCCCCEEEEE!!! Ayame called, as the creature descended upon him.
Ayame didn't see what happened next, because now she was face to face with the General again.
"Au Revoir Mr. Ace Rimmer. Your beautiful companion will make a nice companion to my other glove!"
AAACCCCEEE! HELP ME PLEASE! I DO NOT WISH TO BE A GLOVE!
The General pulled Ayame roughly up a flight of stairs, flanked on all sides by his henchmen. Ayame struggled, more out of confusion and from all the jerking than from anything else.
"Stop resisting you foolish girl!" The General yelled next to her.
Finally, the pair reached what appeared to be an observation deck for the ship. From here, they had an expansive view of the planet as well as the battle going on all around the ship.
The General pulled out a Luger, one very much like Ace's, and put it to Ayame's temple. "Do you see that? HUH? DO YOU?! The end of your little rebellion. We are in control of your planet now and nothink will stop us."
Ayame looked out at the planet and then back at the General. He had a crazed look in his beady little eyes.
I am sorry, but, I do not even know who you are.
"What? Are you trying to be funny, young lady? I assure you, I have a VERY limited sense of humor!"
I do not know what is going on! I just ran away because Terd hates me!
"Who the Hell ARE you?" The General asked. "You came in with Ace. You are his partner, yes?"
I do not know. I own a kitty though.
Without warning, the room began to tremble. Before anyone knew what was happening, the stairwell they'd just come in through exploded inward. When the dust settled, there was Ace, riding the bear creature and using one of the chairs and the attached chain as a muzzle.
"Sorry to crash the party gentlemen," Ace said, reaching his hand out to Ayame, who's chains had been loosened in the explosion. He pulled her onto the bear into a position behind him.
"Damn you, Ace Rimmer!" came the voice of the General. He was trapped on the floor beneath a particularly large chunk of rubble and brandishing his gloved hand at Ace. Without warning, one of the bears arms latched onto the Generals' and ripped it clean off.
The General screamed in pain as Ace pulled the arm from the shark's mouth and stripped the glove from the hand.
"Didn't mean to catch you disarmed, General. But I promised a friend I'd come back for 'im." Ace stuffed the glove into his jacket, then pointed his Luger right at the view window and fired. He and Ayame were well out of the room when the screen shattered and sucked everything that wasn't bolted down into space.
Mr. Ace, thank you for saving me and by the way, my name. It is Ayame.
"The pleasure is all mine." Ace said, turning around and winking at Ayame even as the great creature stampeded through the ship destroying all in it's path.
What a guy!
It was then Ayame noticed a small bag tied to the back of the creature. Every once in awhile, the jostling would cause a small blinking object to fall from a hole in the back.
Mr. Ace, I believe we are leaking.
"It's a natural function, love. He's probably just scared."
I am meaning we are dropping something from this bag.
"Ah," said Ace "A little going away present."
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1337 on Sept 17, 2009, 7:40pm » | |
*Tay stood on the bow of the ship as is moved silently through the water. He could see a large wall of fog ahead, and knew the dreaded lollypop junction, or gumball bay, or some sort of nonsense like that, lay ahead. The rest of the crew lay ahead of that, heading towards the treasure.*
*Tay pulled out his map and examined it.*
No way around that cursed place...
What about that shortcut there that takes you past the island and straight towards the treasure?
Oh Yeah, well there's THAT way... but where is the fun?
It's faster. We're taking it, we can be caught up with Terd by morning.
It's pronounced crap... and fine... we'll go the easy way...*Mumbles under breath* Jerk.
*Moroe herd Tay, but ignored him. She would save her beating for later when they got out of this mess.*
*Exasperated*On with it mister Tay...
*The ship moved starboard slightly and continued course, the wall of fog fading on the left, and soon vanished from sight all together. By morning, Tay would come face to face with his old shipmates, and kill them all.*
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1338 on Sept 24, 2009, 12:44am » | |
*Moero lounged on pile of dead bodies which she had built into the approximate shape of a lawn chair, watching Tay with narrow eyes.*
Forecast for tomorrow: foggy all along Bubblegum Bay with a high of 65 and a low of 42. The area north, where we are headed, will be clear but with a high incidence of sea demons and boiling underwater springs.
What! Sea demons! The map didn't mention that. *He grabs the map and looks closer.*
Well, you know how these things are. You always have to fight some boss creature that takes far too long to kill before you can get the treasure.
Yeah, like when we had to fight Hashid!
*Moero bolted upright and stared at Tay.* What?! You remember that!
Sure! A greater battle was never fought upon the open sea! We had but few men and one ship. And still we fought off the evil hordes who sought to take our lives from us. It was the stuff of legends! I hear the townsfolk still sing ballads about that great day. We finally took him down with the greatest cannon ever built by man, blasting him into a million shards that scattered all across the seven seas.
*Moero stared at him, speaking with an uncharacteristically quiet voice.* What crew were you on? Who were you fighting with?
Captain Burgler was there o' course, an' the first mate, Lone. The whole crew, obviously, my friends. It was so long ago, and we've had so many adventures since then . . .
But how is that possible if you only joined Captain Burgler's crew a week ago? *Or whenever it was. She couldn't really tell how much time was supposed to have passed. Night and day seemed to change places at random and last for arbitrary amounts of time.*
*Tay didn't say anything. He seemed confused, although that wasn't very different from the usual.* Think about it Tay. Where did that memory come from? It was a great battle alright, but it was in a destroyed city, not the ocean. There were ships there, but not ships like this one. Terd and Lone were there, but I was there too. And a man with silver hair, a woman with pink hair, and that dog that we just, uh, killed. It happened before all this pirate stuff. You knew us all.
*Tay was less confused now, but scared, and angry.* Leave me alone, devil woman! I've had enough of this! Go torment some other poor pirate!
I can't. You're the only one who can see me. I can affect things in this world, but not enough to kill them and that means it's up to you to save the rest of the crew. You have to do it. I know it doesn't make sense to you, but they have to die in this world to be able to go back to their other lives. Our REAL lives.
*Tay hunched over and stared out at the horizon, which was starting to glow with a cold, grayish yellow.* I already said I'd do it.
*Moments later, the sun was up. Their ship had emerged out of the narrow strait which was the shortcut and joined the open sea. Terd's ship was visible some distance behind them, both going in the direction of the treasure.*
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1339 on Sept 26, 2009, 7:29am » | |
The creature continued it's rampage through the ship, guided now and then by the steady hand of Ace. Ayame was tired of the ride, not to mention the terrible smell of the creature when something off to one side caught her eye.
Mr. Ace, please stop! We must go back!
"Whatever for?" Ace said, "We're almost home free."
Please, just stop!
Ace jerked on the makeshift muzzle causing the creature to come to an abrupt halt. Ayame hopped off and dashed back down the hall through which they'd come. Suddenly, she rounded a corner and was stunned. She'd been right!
Rev!
Oh, hello Ayame. Rev said, attempting to feed his dollar again into the vending machine. You don't have any smooth bills, do you?
What is it you are doing here? I thought you were going on a trip. Is this the location to which you were planning to travel? I believe I would have chosen someplace with fewer death beams. Ayame said, reaching into her pocket and pulling out some money for Rev.
Thanks. And no, this isn't where I was planning on going, this is more like a scenic stopover. You know how much I love a good death beam. Rev put the money in the machine Do you know if "Chunky Noofbas" are any good?
At the same moment, Ace rounded the corner with the animal in tow.
"I'm sorry if you're hungry m'love, but we'll have plenty of time to eat when we're far away from the explosion which is about to occur."
Mr. Ace, this is my friend, Rev. He is on a trip and I wanted to make sure he would not explode with the rest of the ship.
"Well, any friend of yours is a friend of mine. But if being reduced to atoms wasn't on his travel itinerary, then he may want to get to his ship."
I agree, but you see, I do not know why he is here, that is why I wished to stop, to make sure he would know about the explosion which is about to take place.
"Come to think of it, why would a friend of yours be on a Garroth ship in the middle of a war unless he's a spy or a prisoner?"
I'm neither, just an innocent bystander. Popcorn? Rev offers Ace the bag, behind them, the machine is face down and broken. Foodstuffs are everywhere.
Don't you just hate it when the food gets stuck in those things?
"I like the cut of your cloth, stranger." Ace said, slapping Rev on the arm. "You can hitch a ride with us off this bucket, which as you no doubt heard, is about to explode."
Yes, things do tend to explode around this one. Rev nods at Ayame who giggles.
"Well, lets be off then." Ace said, pulling the bear down into a crouch so they could get on. They were just about to mount it when Ayame stopped.Her ears began to twitch wildly.
What is it?
Ayame doesn't respond, but turns back to where the snack machine lay. She scans the room, but finds nothing unusual.
*ding-a-ling-ding*
That sounds like-
"Come on, m'love. It's time to go." Ace grabs Ayame by the back of her shirt and tugs her up as the bear begins it's rampage anew. Soon, the three of them were at the entry point, and with Rev's help, they were back on the ship in seconds. Ace dashed to the cockpit, leaving Ayame and Rev in the engine area where Ayame had first awakened.
Well, I am most happy to have seen you, Rev. Might I ask as to where you were going? Perhaps I can come with you?
WE are going back to the studio.
I am not returning there. I cannot. Terd...he...
That wasn't Terd.
What? It was! We were on a holovacation to the beach and then I fell on the floor and then I went to get a beverage and then he said he did not love for me and wished me to leave and get sucked into a quasar!
Number one, does Terd even know what a quasar is, and number two, does that sound like something he would say to you?
I must admit, it did not seem like Terd. But who else could it have been?
I'll give you a hint. She's got red hair, loves Terd, and flew me here as a spaceship.
....
Tay?
It was AESHA, Ayame.
Oh! Yes, that makes much more sense, as Tay is not female. And also cannot fly as a spaceship.
Ayame, listen to me. I need you to be more careful, alright? You can't just fly off without-
*ding-a-ling ding*
There is that sound once again! It is following us!
Suddenly, from somewhere above, a voice crackled in on an intercom.
"Passengers, if I could have you pop on up to the cockpit for a moment, it'd be splendid."
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1340 on Sept 29, 2009, 11:04pm » | |
*Rev and Ayame enter the cramped cockpit*
"Thanks for coming to my room for a bit, and maybe later you'll join me in my other room, love."
I do not understand. You have more rooms? Why would one need more rooms? For kittens? Is it for kittens?!
"Not the kind of kittens you're thinking of m'love. Now then, we've gotten ourselves in a tighter spot than the pants on a Pearl Jam fanatic."
*ding-a-ling ding*
Does it have something to do with that bell?
"Right on the money, Merlin. It's an old mate o'mine I haven't seen since thirteen dimensions ago."
Thirteen dimensions? Interesting. What is it?
"Used to be a crocodile of the average variety. Wears a bell around it's neck like a newborn babe. Dimensional travel has livened 'im up a bit, though. Gained a few extra pounds and has more talents than a stripper named Hands."
I do not under-
Not important, Ayame. Alright, so we're looking at a mutated crocodile with a taste for Ace, is that right?
"Spot on, but I don't figure he'd be objecting to an after-Ace dinner mint of you two."
I am confused. I am not a mint. I am a gam-
"Still not important, dolly."
*ding-a-ling ding*
*they look out in the empty hangar, seeing nothing*
So why are we waiting for it?
"Not waiting for it, Trench, analyzing it."
Wait, you don't mean...
*the air in front of the ship glimmers slightly, as if a camouflage moved*
*ding-a-ling ding*
I am detecting a life form directly outside. It appears to be at 42 degrees Fareinheit and emitting a noxious gas containing nitrogen, helium, and phosphorous.
*Ace and Rev glance at each other*
Ayame...
"Now THAT is important, love."
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1341 on Oct 2, 2009, 2:32am » | |
*Suddenly a pirate ship appeared on the horizon! That is, a third pirate ship. It was soon apparent that three ships were all headed for the same destination: Death Cove. Moero leaned over the railing to look at this newcomer. The salty breeze playing in her hair was actually pleasant, too bad it was fake. Moero was barely able to discern with her cybernetic vision who was standing on the bow. It was a strangely familiar man with a strangely familiar paper clenched in his hand.*
What the smeg? Mr. Black? Where'd he get that map? What's he doing here?
Mr. Blackbeard! He's the fiercest pirate sailing the sea, beside Captain Burgler. We gotta get to the treasure before him!
This stupid game doesn't make any sense!
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1342 on Oct 2, 2009, 3:27pm » | |
*The ship turned and began to move in roughly the right direction as per the captains orders. The exact direction didn't matter much, on adventures like this the winds of fate would always get you to where you were supposed to be. Lone started to get the hang on giving orders to the crew. When he felt that things would probably run itself for a while he walked over to the captain.*
So, cap'n, how much treasure do you think we'll find?
Oh, load and loads I assume. There's always a lot of treasure involved in these things.
Wow, reminds me of that time when we got the huge amount of booty from working for that company... uhh...
What? We? Worked for a company?
I'm not sure... a second ago I remembered it clearly but now there's no trace of it...
Don't be silly, I've been a pirate all my life! And you only joined the crew about a week ago.
Oh yes, of course... sorry I brought it up.
*Lone pondered the odd memory, or rather the memory of the memory he couldn't quite recall now. But after a while he let it slip.*
So what do you say, when we get all that treasure can't we go back and spend some of it in that wonderful port town?
*CB gave Lone a rather odd but approving look, it took a brave man to utter a joke that horrifying. Lone simply walked away, humming one of the tunes he had picked up in Bubblegum Bay*
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1343 on Oct 6, 2009, 4:17pm » | |
-=Lets fast-forward a bit, shall we?=-
*After a very perilous and otherwise suicidal sail through the fog-shrouded crags, the Serpentine Ship emerged from the wall of fog. Before them was the open ocean and in the not-so-distant distance, there was a small island.*
Hey Capn', I think I see the island! Finally, we'll get our hands on all that assumed treasure!
*CB glared at Lone.*
Oh, sorry. I mean, booty.
That don't be it, Mr. Lone. What else do ye see out there?
Hmmmm... I see a couple other boats. Hey, do you think they're going the same way as us?
A' coarse they be goin' where we be goin'! A good pirate can smell a treasure as big as I be assuming this treasure be. No doubt we'll be having ourselves a final epic sea battle here where all our fates be decided. The sort of thing with highly rendered cinematics and a multiple-phase boss fight.
Wow, you're going to have a multi-phased boss-fight?
What? No, I ain't be having any milti-phased boss-fights. What do ye think this is, a vidja' game? That sorta' thing don't happen in real life. I'm just sayin' that if such a thing were to occur, this would be a situationally appropriate circumstance fer it. Yar!
Why did you say Yar?
I dunno, that sentence just seemed to end a little empty, ye know? Wanted to throw something on there to make it seem more enthusiastic. Do ye think it came off as tacked-on?
Maybe a little, but you're the professional pirate. I trust your judgement.
Arrrr, all hands on-deck! Man the port-side cannons! Batten down the hatches! Aft the jib and hard alee'! Cue the cinematic!
What?
*Suddenly, as if the entire universe was turned on high-def, everything became extremely sharp and vivid. Every rope and sail on the ship reached a level of detail that had been otherwise lacking this entire time. Small thing which, up until this point had been all but invisible, began to appear. The deck of the ship, which had previously just been a flat, rendered surface, turned into individually discernible planks. Pirates which had, only moments ago, a small range of expressible emotions were now fully animated in their gruffness. You could even count the stubbly wiskers on Captain Burgler's grizzled face. And Lone? Forget about it! The physics on his fur which had originally been simple and stiff now flowed in the wind and shimmered in the setting sun.*
Wow, this is awesome! Why isn't everything normally like this?
Yar, because it be too expensive to produce consistently.
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*Tay was pumping himself up for another mass-killing as Moero sat in a corner of the ship trying to hold down her boredom long enough to suffer through the last of this blighted game. Then out of nowhere, everything suddenly became sharper and had dramatic lighting.*
Whoah, what just happened?
Goddess, it's a cinematic.
What does that mean, blue demon from beyond the stars?
Just sit back and watch. Something incredibly predictable is about to happen. The two ships are going to pull up next to each other, pull out their cannons, probably some pirates snarling at each other and then the cannons will fire and we'll go back to normal graphics.
Really? Wouldn't they want to do something a little more creative?
If everything else in this game has told me anything, this is NOT a creative game.
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*....pirates snarling at eachother and Captain Burgler raised his sword and bellowed.*
Fire ye devils!
*Captain Mr. Blackbeard raised his sword in similarly dramatic fashion and somebody else shouted,*
"Fire back you also devils!"
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*The Redfish II pulled into the hangar, landing within 10.4 nanometers of it's position when she left. AESHA didn't want there to be any evidence of her little trip when TB got back from his vacation. If Rev was going to spill the beans, she could easily say she never left the studio at all. Although that left Ayame's testimony in question. Terd seemed to trust her no matter what she said and that could prove fatal to her argument.*
I need to prove that I did not do anything... Of coarse! I'll take the video surveillance from the studio and modify it with earlier video recordings. That way I will have video proof that I didn't do anything! AESHA, you are one efficient super-computer!
*She walked off proudly towards the editing room.*
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1344 on Oct 19, 2009, 12:36am » | |
Quick! We've got to get closer to them while the processing power of this game is all amped up!
Ye be speaking nonsensical devil words, devil lady!
Just get over there fast while we have the chance.
*Tay looked around the deck of the ship, and decided that the steering wheel was a good place to start. He shifted it just a bit, and sure enough, the winds of fate picked up the sails and led them speedily towards the other two ships.*
*Meanwhile, large puffs of smoke exploded up between the ships as the cannons were fired. As the breeze cleared the smoke away, the two ships seemed barely damaged, but there were a few dead bodies.*
Oh no! It's . . . this guy! He's been hit, sir!
Arr, that be the way of a pirate's life. He be serving ol' Davy Jones now. His tarnished soul may never know rest. *Captain Burgler spat over the rail into the ocean, then leaned over the survey the damage done to Mr. Blackbeard.*
Ye'll pay fer this, Burgler! That treasure be mine and so be yer life! *Mr. Blackbeard was shaking his fist appropriately. There was one smoking, burning hole in Mr. Blackbeard's ship's hull, and it was sinking down a bit.*
Ye've got nothing, Blackbeard! Yer boat's sinkin' and yer crew's half dead. I'll finish ye off if'n it be the last thing I do and the treasure be mine!
*Suddenly, Lone leapt towards Captain Burgler, yelling.* Look out, sir! *In the same instant there was the cracking of a pistol being fired, and Lone and Captain Burgler slammed onto the deck.*
Ye've got the reflexes Lone, ye sure do.
Ye mean the reflexes of a fox, sir?
Yar, that be what I meanin'.
*Tay was looking nervous and trying to hide the pistol by putting it in his pocket.*
You were supposed to hit him!
Hey, it's not my fault that guy is crazy, crazy like a fox.
*Captain Burgler was standing up and was no doubt about to fly into a very indignant and uncouth fulmination, when the ship began shaking. All three ships were shaking. The whole ocean was shaking. And before them rose a freaking huge Kraken. Its arrival flung Mr. Blackbeard's ship far into the air, smashing against the cliff above Death Cove. It cast the remaining ships and everything else nearby into shadow. Several tentacles hovered, flailing in the air. The enormous, bloodshot eyes stared angrily at the tiny characters below.*
Didn't someone already fight a squid?
That must have been the baby.
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1345 on Oct 21, 2009, 7:27am » | |
Ayame, Rev, and Ace stood transfixed as the glimmer beyond the cockpit screen happened again.
For a moment, time seemed frozen. Ayame, Rev, and Ace watched as the glimmer beyond the cockpit screen became more pronounced.
*ding-a-ling-ding*
Finally, the tension was broken. They felt rather than saw the creature spring forward, smashing through the screen and colliding hard into Ace, with Rev's magical barrier taking the brunt of the impact. The creature, stunned as it was by colliding with something much harder than it's prey should have been, dropped it's camouflage.
Ace's arms were around the massive thing in an instant, and the pair of them flew out of the cockpit and back toward the engine room.
We must help Ace! Ayame cried, turning toward the door.
Wait.
Wait? I cannot! Ace is being in the trouble! What shall I do if he is consumed by that monster?
Don't worry, interdimensional crocodiles are a speciality of mine. But I think Ace and I would BOTH appreciate it if you found a way to fix that hole and move this ship before we're all dead.
Myu?
Think hard, Ayame. Riding on the bear? Bombs? Boom? Very soon?
Oh! The ship is about to explode, yes?
I'll leave you to it then. Rev turns and follows the sound of Ace's struggle down the stairs. Ayame turns back to the control panel of the ship.
Okay, Rev and Ace are counting on me to not be killed by the cold, airless vacuum of unforgiving space. Come, Ayame. This will be simple.
Ayame holds up her arms and much as they did long ago on the Redfish, they unfold into connection jumpers. As her arms crackle and pop she scans the alien dashboard for the button to open the connection sockets. After frantic moments of searching, and a small headache from using her head to press the button, a panel opens on the back wall.
At last! Ayame exclaims, relieved. She skips to the panel and pushes her arms against the holes -they don't fit.
Ayame pulls them back and looks at the holes on the panel. They are square. She looks at her connectors. They are round.
Somewhere below, Ayame hears a crash, and someone yelling. Then, from the bottom of the stairs-
Ace says not to worry, um...love..., but he does request you get us moving, as the...wait a second. What? Oh, right. The bombs'll be going off in about 3 minutes.
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1346 on Oct 23, 2009, 11:51pm » | |
After several frustrating moments, Ayame lowered her arms. The connection sockets in the wall were no longer square, but suffice it to say, they would no longer be useful to anyone.
A pox on interdimensional connector sockets! Ayame exclaimed, Now what is it I am to do?
Ayame began scanning for the viewer shield manually, but Ace's ship seemed to have a frustrating amount of buttons, most were unlabeled and many were blinking in unison. Finally, she just started pressing them randomly.
*clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick*
When Ayame thought she'd pushed them all, she marveled. Even she was impressed with the decided amount of destruction she'd managed to do to the cockpit. In fact, everything seemed to be on, flailing about, or blinking now EXCEPT the shield.
I am running out of time! THINK, AYAME!
Somewhere in the distance, there was an explosion, and then another and another. Time was up. With nothing else to do, Ayame leaped through the windshield and back out into the main corridor. In a split second, she activated her boosters and blasted her way through the layers of the ship until she finally made it out into space. As the explosions drew closer to Ace's ship, Ayame activated her double-bladed staff.
Do not worry, friends! I shall save you!
Ayame then charged at the ship, channeling a good amount of energy in the blade, and with a single swipe sliced the massive craft in two, just in front of the H. The forward tip which held Ace, Rev, Ace's ship and now the interdimensional crocodile fell away from the rest of the ship just as the explosions reached them.
Hooray! I have done it! They are-
It was, fortunately, at that point that Ayame noticed that the rather large explosion created by the Ultrasuperdeathbringer has caused the small section she'd just cut off to be blasted at rather a high speed off into space.
REV! ACE! CROCODILE! WAIT FOR MEEEEEE!!!
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1347 on Oct 30, 2009, 12:22am » | |
Did I just get smaller or did that kraken thing get a lot bigger?
Yar, what a cop-out this be! I woulda' expected something way cooler than a re-hashed, recolored version of a previous boss model. It be like the developers all came down with the scurvy.
Captain, you've been saying a lot of weird stuff lately. What do you mean by boss models? Or developers for that matter?
I don't rightly know, Mr. Lone. It just be coming to me naturally. Like something I forgot a long time ago.
*Acting again on his extremely fast reflexes Lone shoved CB to the ground as another pistol round whizzed by.*
Sorry about that. There was another bullet.
Arrr, it be like it's raining gunfire. This could work to our advantage, Mr. Lone! A big thing like the Kraken won't be able to avoid constant gun-fire.
On that note, don't you think we should start attacking it?
Aye, ye be right. This 'press START to begin' thing is starting to bug me. I'll get to the helm. CREW! Get the cannons ready! Once we're in range, we be blowing this thing to Calamari!
There, you did it again!
What, with the calamari thing?
No, the whole 'START button' thing.
It just felt right, ye know? I dunno, sometimes I wonder if these multi-tiered boss fights really be worth the XP and GP. Maybe I could settle down from the life of bein' a pirate. Try something more relaxing like Animal Crossing or Harvest Moon. But that be something for another day. Today, we engage the Kraken!
*The crew cheered with enthusiasm as the ship turned towards the towering beast.*
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*AESHA stood in the editing room, absolutely puzzled with what to do. The once-clean room was now completely strewn with film canisters, unraveled 35mm film, VHS tapes and mis-matched piles of SD cards.*
Ugh, I cannot figure out this editing machine. All the good tutorials require a card of credit and every one I try to acquire turns out to be a virus or an American Express! I'll never figure this out before Ayame gets here...
*Just as AESHA was about to leave the editing room, her holo-foot caught a film roll which caused a pile of junk to fall off of a computer in the corner.*
Ah, a computer! I can easily sync with the machine and utilize it's programs to edit the video. Now then, lets see what we have...
*AESHA's holographic form walked up to the machine. Modifying her pointer finger, she changed it to the shape of a USB stick and plugged it into the computer. Moments later, an 8-bit version of AESHA appeared on the monitor and began to look around.*
8-Bit AESHA: Now then, lets assemble all the video-editing programs on this machine.
*She reached out and a handful of icons drifted over to her.*
Now, let's see this first one... Apple - Final Cut Pro? Now this won't do at all. I am not cutting apples! I am cutting film. Plus I want to be able to do so many times, not only the Final time. This program is clearly not what I need. What else do we have... Adobe Premier? This cannot be right. I need to alter videos, not have premiers for hovels made from clay and sand!
What else can there be on this computer... Oh, here we are! Windows Movie Maker. This is exactly what I am looking for! I do intend to make movies, especially the type that certain pink-haired robots must view through the window since they are outside! Hahahahaha! Now to utilize this program to create masterful cinematographic manipulations to make me out to be the hero! I am so glad I found such an efficient and easy-to-use program as Windows Movie Maker!
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1348 on Nov 16, 2009, 5:33pm » | |
Ayame chased after the forward section of the ship as it flew faster and faster into the blackness. Without any means of slowing itself down, it could end up on the far side of the cosmos before it stopped, and then they might never get home.
Ayame tripled the output on her boosters and lurched forward, finally surpassing the speed of the craft and slowly catching up.
Do not worry friends! I shall be there to save you. Eventually!
Of course, sound doesn't travel in space, but fortunately, there are subtitles.
Thankfully, it was only another few moments before Ayame was able to grab ahold of the huge chunk of debris. She latched on and pulled with all her might, but to no avail. Even though she would have eventually been able to halt the craft, the longer they traveled, the further they might be from help should it be required.
Wait! I have an idea! Ayame said, triumphantly. She pressed a button on her ear and out popped a small Cambot pink cambot with a yellow flower affixed to the side.
Cambot: Beep BEEEP beep beep beeeeep bing bing?
Yes, it is excellent to see you as well but there are no time for pleasantries, I am afraid. I require that you-
Cambot: beep bep bing bing bing beeeeeeep beep beep bop?
Of course I do, but several friends are in danger!
Cambot: woop beep beep beep bing beep woop woooooop.
Well, I have been away from Earth for a great deal of time so I do not know. I believe so, but I will have to check when we get back.
Cambot: Bing beep bep bep bing boop wooooo?
You see that hole? Please, fly inside and find the one called Rev. Tell him to place a heavy barrier around the ship of Ace. I have an idea.
Cambot: Beep BEEEEP!
The Cambot does a little twirl and is off, darting into the hole Ayame indicated. It zipped and zagged through the damaged vessel until it finally popped out into the space occupied by Ace's ship. A quick scan noted three lifeforms in the lower area of the ship, a spot which the Cambot dashed to with considerable speed.
When it finally navigated it's way into the engine room, it at first appeared empty. The Cambot whirred and whistled in puzzlement as it flew about the room before finally coming to a halt near the door.
I have the feeling you're looking for us? said a voice. The Cambot turned in place and found Rev, Ace, and the Crocodile pressed firmly against the wall of the ship, the speed holding them pinned against it.
Cambot: BEEP! Beep beep WOOOOP!
The Cambot zoomed over to Rev and began a five minute tirade of God only knew what.
Look, I'm glad Ayame found us and all, but I have no idea what you're saying. Do you know semaphore?
The Cambot squeaked and produced two tiny flags from it's side and then proceeded to wave the wildly about.
Okay, I suppose I should have expected that from something Ayame controlled. Could you just print out her message please?
The Cambot beeped dejectedly, but printed out a small slip of paper. Upon it were pictures of flags.
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Elsewhere, Ayame had managed to crawl along the hull until she'd gotten inside. She now hovered over Ace's ship waiting for the shield to be raised.
What could be taking so long? Ayame thought, assuming a sitting position in midair. I know I am to be worried at a time like this, but I do not handle the anticipation well. I like to be moving.
**OoC: I will post again later, this is only half of it.**
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| | Re: The Newscast Break Room
« Reply #1349 on Dec 10, 2009, 3:07pm » | |
*The serpentine ship darted through the water, turning sharply to just barely evade the massive tentacle of the kraken which came crashing down into the water. A wave washed over the ship, taking several crew members with it but CB held fast at the helm. The cannons thundered and the kraken's tentacle was riddled with the iron balls. It reeled back in pain and lashed out at the ship with another arm.*
Captain, I'm not sure how much longer we can do this. We're losing a lot of those little, annoying people.
We have to hold on, Mr Lone! Thar be treasure to be had!
But captain-!
*CB's parrot suddenly began to squawk and vibrate violently.*
Arrr, not now parrot! We be kinda busy!
*The parrot screeched loudly and a piece of paper popped out of it's mouth in dot-matrix print. CB growled angrily and snatched the paper and took a quick look at it. He then froze in place and began to sweat profusely.*
What is it, Captain?
Oh my G-.... Sweet mother of..... BY WALTER CRONKITES NECKTIE!
Who?
Praise be to Scandalous News, Hallowed by thy paparazzi! I've got a job to do!
Yes, you do have a job to do! We're under attack by a kraken and you're the captain!
*TB turned to Lone with a dramatic look in his eyes.*
I'm not a captain, Lone.
*He grabbed his tattered vest and tore it off violently, revealing a long-sleeved dress shirt and purple tie beneath.*
I'm a News-man!
How did you tear off a shirtless, chest-less piece of clothing to reveal a long-sleeved shirt?
Unimportant detail!
((OoC: News post to come shortly.))
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