[HG-PBEM] Re: In the Hangar
- From: Robb Neumann <robbneu@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: apaworks@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Thu, 13 Feb 2003 07:14:58 -0700
She finally had it. Tina reached over and twisted Felicity's neck in a
quick, efficient manner, causing the mechanic to drop to the ground
like a puppet with it's strings cut. Then, she pulled out her
automatic weapon that she had hidden in her coat, and opened fire on
the group of pit kids that just entered.
"Terminate... destroy... terminate... destroy!" she shouted, unloading
clip after clip of hot leaded death into the crowd. "Frickin' humans!
This is what I think of your crummy planet!"
Budda-budda-budda-budda!
"Yeee-hah!" she shouted again. "Dance, crummy humans, dance!"
[ Okay... seriously... before I reply, can I get some clarification,
Dennis? When does Scott's post fit in? Is it after my last post and
before Felicity's line? Or, did it occur "in the past," and we're just
glossing over it? Please just let me know! I'm not sure what kind of
response she'll have to that bit, but I'd like to know where it falls.
Thanks!
Robb ]
On Wednesday, February 12, 2003, at 11:41 PM, Dennis D. Kirkpatrick
wrote:
>
> On 12 Feb 2003, at 15:50, Robb Neumann wrote:
>
>> Her expression was, unfortunately for Felicity and Luc,
>> expressionless.
>
> There was a long pause by all three. Finally, Felicity spoke up. "Well,
> that was a conversation stopper."
>
> Just then the back door slammed open and a large group of young
> adults squeezed through the door. They seemed so engaged in their
> own conversation, seeming to gackle like a flock of Daks, that they
> didn't notice anyone. As the group rounded the prone Iguana. "Hey
> Shamus!" shouted the young woman in the lead. She had numerous
> peircing running up the ears and her hair was bright red. "How's it
> han-
> - Whoa!" The woman thrust out her arms, stopping everyone dead in
> their tracks. The whole crowd stopped, looking at Tina with a look of
> surprise on their faces. I twas hard not to notice that she stood
> nearly
> two meters tall.
>
> A large, burly kid with a nose ring spoke up. "Ah, we're not getting
> another one, are we?"
>
> Felicity frowned, motioning to the motley conflagration. "Tina, this is
> the Pit Crew. Well, a good portion of them. Pit Crew, this is Tina,
> and,
> yes, she is a Kassandra-class GREL who will working with Luc and I.
> She's an expert in electronic systems and will be helping all of us out
> here."
>
> Felicity looked back at Tina. "You know, you will have to direct these
> goons if need be in managing and repairing the gears' electronics in
> the pits. You think you can handle supervising these guys?"
>
> [...]
>
> One of the young men stepped forward and gingerly held out his
> hand. "Wow, this is so cool, a Kassandra-class GREL. It is a pleasure
> to meet you. Tina, is it? I'm Saddik, but most people just call me
> Wizkid. I specialize on electronic systems too."
>
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> Littleton, CO USA
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