Post by Patches on Aug 1, 2009 7:50:32 GMT -5
"My Gods you are thick." Patches sighed, and raised partitions in front of the mages, between them and the pirates. "Go home. Shoo. This one time only I am allowing you infected to scurry back home to your Mistress and tell her that the Dreadnought is awake and that her time is running out."
The formerly cat-like teen--Christian Monroe. Genetic Experiment. Brother of the Captain, Son of Alexandra and Wilcroft Wright. Antisocial. Mamba Training.--growled blank faced at her and started looking for a pry point with which to open the paritions.
"May we should go, Christian." A huge teen--Siegfried--said. "There is nothing we can do. They have the advantage."
Roy, another revolutionary, said. "Yeah man. We don't got any chance here. No shame in running away if you can't win."
"It is true." The AI chimed in. "You cannot. Unless you have some sort of charged plasma cannon capable of melting through my reactor core and every bulkhead between here and there, and have somehow the ability to not be slaughtered by my crew and my defenses before then. Go home. The Deus Ex Machina has arrived."
Sean added, "Yeah...we tried, but Clara'll understand."
"Spoken by someone who does not know the Source very well." Patches said in a bemused tone. "Now go. I've left your teleporter with the ability to travel. Hell, take a bloody shuttle for all I care. This battle is over."
Christian started to say something, but muscular Siegfried hit him in the back of the head with a pipe.
"He'll thank me later." He said grimly, and they carried him and Max back to Gloria, Stefan, and Rascal.
A lighted path on the floor led them to an emergency shuttle left by the scientists, and they piled, dejected, into it. Once there, they were relieved to have their Mage powers back, and to be away from the ship.
But no one was looking forward to what awaited them back home.
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On another part of the ship, TK and Cook were chanting.
Both of them were starting to feel slightly rediculous from saying "Jok nijrikal jrergi hgalik." Over and over again, especially since Cook was always concentrating very hard not to stumble over the words that were being forced into his head.
And then, perhaps slowly, over time, they realized that the words were starting to make sense. That they were resonating with them on a fundamental level.
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In the frail atmosphere of Europa, Dagger, Ulysses, Dane, and Willie were nearly biting off more than they could chew.
The fighter pilots were very good. And, what was worse, they just kept coming. There was a nearly inexhasutable source of them, it seemed, and, even with Anglerfish's mine field, they were not slowing.
"Mistress, we 'ave taken 'its." Anne said, voice just a tad worried.
"Keep them busy, Anne. We still have..." And then the radar went blank.
"Hey, dyejob." Came Wilona's voice on the radio. "Your sensors just go dead too?"
"Copy that slutbag." Dagger replied casually. While they were not as openly hostile to each other as they once were, old habits died hard.
"Aw, I was just getting done with the foreplay." Dane said jokingly over the comm. "Plus I wanted to have a kill contest with Miller now that he's up and about."
"Miller's alright!?" Willie and Dagger asked in the comm simultaneously.
"Maybe ye should get back ta the ship now that ye're out of bogies." Came Morgan's voice over the comm. "The bloody warships're gone too."
"You're welcome." Came the AI's voice over the comm. "Now fix me so we can teleport out of here and not expose you all to the vaccuum of space."
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About ten minutes after the banishment spell had taken effect, Patches appeared in front of a still-chanting Cook (as TK had left after the spell had gone off), and said, "Oh, you can stop now."
The formerly cat-like teen--Christian Monroe. Genetic Experiment. Brother of the Captain, Son of Alexandra and Wilcroft Wright. Antisocial. Mamba Training.--growled blank faced at her and started looking for a pry point with which to open the paritions.
"May we should go, Christian." A huge teen--Siegfried--said. "There is nothing we can do. They have the advantage."
Roy, another revolutionary, said. "Yeah man. We don't got any chance here. No shame in running away if you can't win."
"It is true." The AI chimed in. "You cannot. Unless you have some sort of charged plasma cannon capable of melting through my reactor core and every bulkhead between here and there, and have somehow the ability to not be slaughtered by my crew and my defenses before then. Go home. The Deus Ex Machina has arrived."
Sean added, "Yeah...we tried, but Clara'll understand."
"Spoken by someone who does not know the Source very well." Patches said in a bemused tone. "Now go. I've left your teleporter with the ability to travel. Hell, take a bloody shuttle for all I care. This battle is over."
Christian started to say something, but muscular Siegfried hit him in the back of the head with a pipe.
"He'll thank me later." He said grimly, and they carried him and Max back to Gloria, Stefan, and Rascal.
A lighted path on the floor led them to an emergency shuttle left by the scientists, and they piled, dejected, into it. Once there, they were relieved to have their Mage powers back, and to be away from the ship.
But no one was looking forward to what awaited them back home.
-------
On another part of the ship, TK and Cook were chanting.
Both of them were starting to feel slightly rediculous from saying "Jok nijrikal jrergi hgalik." Over and over again, especially since Cook was always concentrating very hard not to stumble over the words that were being forced into his head.
And then, perhaps slowly, over time, they realized that the words were starting to make sense. That they were resonating with them on a fundamental level.
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In the frail atmosphere of Europa, Dagger, Ulysses, Dane, and Willie were nearly biting off more than they could chew.
The fighter pilots were very good. And, what was worse, they just kept coming. There was a nearly inexhasutable source of them, it seemed, and, even with Anglerfish's mine field, they were not slowing.
"Mistress, we 'ave taken 'its." Anne said, voice just a tad worried.
"Keep them busy, Anne. We still have..." And then the radar went blank.
"Hey, dyejob." Came Wilona's voice on the radio. "Your sensors just go dead too?"
"Copy that slutbag." Dagger replied casually. While they were not as openly hostile to each other as they once were, old habits died hard.
"Aw, I was just getting done with the foreplay." Dane said jokingly over the comm. "Plus I wanted to have a kill contest with Miller now that he's up and about."
"Miller's alright!?" Willie and Dagger asked in the comm simultaneously.
"Maybe ye should get back ta the ship now that ye're out of bogies." Came Morgan's voice over the comm. "The bloody warships're gone too."
"You're welcome." Came the AI's voice over the comm. "Now fix me so we can teleport out of here and not expose you all to the vaccuum of space."
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About ten minutes after the banishment spell had taken effect, Patches appeared in front of a still-chanting Cook (as TK had left after the spell had gone off), and said, "Oh, you can stop now."