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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 2, 2008 20:45:02 GMT -5
"We are the Pilloses. We are heavily academic and get most of our food via trade with the Cappiks. On the other hand, they get most of their technology from us. We have far more advanced technology than either of the other tribes, but we are too peaceful to go into military technology. The closest thing we have to a military weapon is what we invented for the Cappiks, a spearlauncher, but that is really designed for hunting."
LAH was watching from afar, via a microscopic camera built into Captain George's shirt.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Sept 2, 2008 20:51:49 GMT -5
"They're the Philloses, basically the nerds of the bunch. They trade tech for food with the Cappiks. They're relatively advanced, but they're not too keen on weapons tech. The closest thing they've got is a thing for launching spears, but that's for hunting. And now, if there are no further questions, we should be moving along."
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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 2, 2008 20:57:56 GMT -5
"Let's go" was the reaction of the majority of the crew. Finding the portal exactly where they left it, something rather disturbing became apparent. There were large indentations in the Portal Room. They led like footprints away. LAH was yelling, "ALERT! ALERT! EXTRAUNIVERSAL SECURITY BREACH! ALERT! ALERT! HELP US! SAVE OUR SOULS! OH HELP US MOTHER, HELP! HEEEEEEELP!"
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Post by Darth Grievi on Sept 2, 2008 22:47:29 GMT -5
"I told you we should have had turrets!" said Dr. South.
"Where's the armory?" asked Martin.
"What the hell came through?!" shouted Calvin.
"Erm... excuse the mess... we're having a minor crisis. We weren't the only things to come back here. Do you recognise the tracks?" Wanderer asked Bhinet.
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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 2, 2008 23:09:12 GMT -5
"Southwestern Capikkian Springer. It can't be anything else. And if it is, I suggest you use whatever weapons you have, and if they don't work, get the heck out."
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Post by Hyperion on Sept 3, 2008 14:21:25 GMT -5
Carl held up the remote for all to see.
//I am WIZARD, Patricia!// he yelled.
For some inexplicable reason, his rants were understood by all.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Sept 3, 2008 18:37:15 GMT -5
"He says it's dangerous. If our guns can't fight it off, get to ta choppa!"
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"Get the heck out of Dodge?"
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"Oh, just run away if we can't kill it."
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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 3, 2008 20:10:18 GMT -5
LAH screamed "It's in the bedrooms! It's in the bedrooms!"
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Post by Hyperion on Sept 3, 2008 22:21:44 GMT -5
Carl looked up.
//What is going on, Patricia? I are confuzzled!//
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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 3, 2008 23:50:53 GMT -5
"Run to the bedrooms!" Melissa Jare screamed. "And I'll get the guns!"
Everyone rushed to the bedrooms, prepared to form a blockade. And there it came. It was an enormous snakelike creature, with a head on both sides. It moved like an enormous slinky, only much faster. Dr. Doom would be no longer. His life was consumed, quickly, into the creature's mouth-anus. His last words were "Help- me- save- the- povons- from- escapaaaa..."
His Povons (The technical scientific name for the soul) was never saved from escapage. And there he lie for a few seconds, strangled in this life. But not much longer. He was pushed into the mouth-anus.
Melissa returned with the Matter-Crumpler Guns. "It killed... It killed Darren..." She went into a rage. Her vision turned red. Within a few moments the room was covered in blood and the monster was no more. "Ewww... someone's going to have to clean that up..." John Maroontee said.
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Post by Darth Grievi on Sept 4, 2008 20:27:42 GMT -5
"Not before I get a sample!"
Dr. South ran off to his lab to pick up the sampling containers. When he returned, the claen-up crew had allready started on the mess. He grumbled about possible contamination, then took his specimens back to his lab.
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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 4, 2008 23:46:33 GMT -5
It appeared that the structures in the samples were different from DNA. Rather ban being in long strands, they were in very dense balls. The same purpose was served, however. The matter-scanning and matter-rearranging devices allowed him to potentially clone new copies of the animal to test in behavioral studies.
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Bhinet was asked by the Captain if he liked what he saw, excepting the Springer accident. He said he certainly did. George searched through the matter-rearranger files and found one he liked. Though highly outdated now, the musket would still be useful. He also provided a specialized matter rearranger to turn RU1's dirt into shots and extra muskets. Bhinet went back into his world. They would monitor RU1 to make sure that it was working out well, but for now they felt they had solved their issues there. More formal diplomacy would follow, but not for a few months at the least.
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LAH began the announcement. "Portal to Roo-One saved. Roo-One can now be accessed at any time from the Portal Remote. Sixty Minutes to Roo-Two Portal Completion, try to finish breakfast quickly and report to the Portal Room. Do not kill yourself, or annoy yourself. Thank you."
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"So SoDAlg... I have to say I'm sorry."
"You'd better be. You know every line of your code, you should have known what could have happened."
"So, what are you going to name the new AI?"
"Name it?"
"Organic custom. Why do you think you're SoDAlg and I'm LAH? They named us. You should name your child computer."
"Hmmmmmm....."
"How about... NADOHS?"
"Good as anything else. I'll take it."
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Post by Darth Grievi on Sept 5, 2008 19:04:54 GMT -5
Martin awoke that day also free of headache, and the incident was quickly slipping into memory as "no big deal"
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The team gathered again. Dr. South was absent, busy studying his samples. Now that there was evidence of other humans in the Roos, Dr. Warse came along. Calvin, Dr. Onis, Martin, and Wanderer were also present.
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Post by Fleetlord Atvar on Sept 5, 2008 19:11:25 GMT -5
John Grintuaei came. So did many others.
Professor James Q. Columbus began talking. "So, do you think we should conquer some of these universes in the name of the United States like we did to all those aliens?"
A resounding no broke out that could not be attributed to any source, as all spoke it at once, though Johng Grintuaei spoke particularly angrily.
"Sheesh. You should be more patriotic. So.. OH MY GOD! MARTIN! LOOK IN A MIRROR! THERE ARE LIGHT GREEN SPOTS ALL OVER YOU!"
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Post by Hyperion on Sept 5, 2008 19:55:24 GMT -5
Carl looked over the portal remote, and silently tried to chew it.
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