CCL2 - Attack Of The Killer Brain Slug From Outer Space!

[R2-D2]

:tries to look through the thick dark darkness to go to 9:

[Andromeda]

5

Hello? Is anyone there?

[R2-D2]

Next to 9
:beeeeeeeeeeeeep:
who's there?

:booooooooooop beeeeeeeeep boooop:
whoever it is i can't see you, or me

[Ensign Redshirt]

6

Not having found a manifest, or anything usefull, Esn. Redshirt sprints back to the landing pad, on his way to the relative safety of the ship. In light of the growl associated with the darkness, he has turned on the flashlight attachment of his pulse rifle.

The tiny flicker of the flashlight bulb is insuficient to push back the gloom, and Guy has increased the speed of his tactical retreat. Naturally, running head long in the dark poses certain difficulties.

Frag - I'm not gonna die, I'm not gonna die. Frag - I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die.

Thud

The enterprising ensign has triped over a power cable, twisting his knee, shredding portions of his uniform, and ending flat on his face.

[Dr. Morbius]

*En route to 2*

*Walking through the darkness, Morbius notices the same rumbling noises surroudning him in the darkness*

Perhaps I should stop off at the ship before heading to that Uplink....it is on the way afterall.

*Morbius continues through the darkness, towards the relative direction of the ship and the Uplink (he thinks), his finger poised on the trigger of his rifle the entire time*

[Ivanova]

running to 6

(picks up Ensign redshirt over her shoulders)

Come on Ensign, you're not gonna die out here! R2-D2, what's the news on that hull breach? have we found it?

[R2-D2]

9
:beeeeeeeeeeeeep beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep:
where are you Ivanova?????
:boooooooooooooooooooop:
i can't see you, where are you?
:beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep:
no i didn't find it yet
:booooooooooooooop:
there's an interference with my readings
:beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep:
where is everyone?

[Ensign Redshirt]

1

Originally posted by Ivanova
running to 6

(picks up Ensign redshirt over her shoulders)



Thanks Commander, that's exactly the kind of pick me up I needed. You carry and I'll keep my eyes peeled for unhappy indigenous life forms.

[Dr. Morbius]

*Heading towards 1 (presumably)*

*Continuing his stroll in the darkness, Morbius becomes more and more uneasy with every step.....the noises are becoming louder as he gets closer to the ship.*

I should be coming across the ship soon...I should see the landing lights. Where the hell am I?

*He hears a rustling in the distance....a twig snaps. In a panic, the good Doctor fires several shots into the darkness. A cat meows and hisses. Morbius breathes a sigh of reilef and curses his own stupidity. He strains to make out some sort of landmark in the darkness. He starts walking towards the first big shape he can see*

[R2-D2]

5
:beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep:
Ivanova? Scully?
:boooooooooooooooooooop:
where is everyone?

:hears noises:

:boooooop:
Ivanova?

[LandoCalrissian]

runs to 5

Lando is running when suddenly he trips over something and falls

Ow! Sunufa!

*Lando sees that it's R2's leg*

Hey little dude! Turn up the light on that little blue/red light knob on your face and use it as a flashlight.

[R2-D2]

5
:turns on light:

:beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep boooooooooop:
well it kind of works, but it's good enough

:heads to 1 with lando:

[LandoCalrissian]

goes to 1

Are we gunna go back onto the ship or what? Abort mission? Did we fix the leak thingy? What's that outside? I'm so damn confused!

I'll stand guard outside the ship with my BFG-9000, keeping guard . . .

(continues to stand guard near the ramp, at 1 )

[Ivanova]

The monsters keep getting closer and closer, louder and louder, they can be heard clattering against the aluminum walls of the colony's structures. The crew is obviously rattled.

Not far from the ship, the good Dr. Morbius can be heard yelling.

DR. MORBIUS: Hello? Is anyone out there? I can't see where in the bloody hell I'm going. Would someone please be good enough to point a light in the general direction of my voice?

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: No problem, I'll get the flashlight off my rifle. Hey! Be careful, I tripped on something over there.

IVANOVA: Would the two of you shut it?! You're going to lead them right to us!

She grabs her rifle and points it in the direction of Dr. Morbius's voice. Then she fires a warning shot past. It whizzes past his ear.

DR. MORBIUS: A little courtesy would be helpful right about now. I don't need my head shot off!

John Crichton comes running back up to the ship after his 20 meter jump from the ramp.

JOHN CRICHTON: Better than getting it eaten off. I think we've got some trouble!

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: No really? You think so?

IVANOVA: Ensign.....

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Sorry. Shutting up Commander

Dr. Morbius's voice again comes from the darkness.

DR. MORBIUS: Ow! What in the name of all things holy is all over this ground. I believe I may have severely sprained my ankle.

Ensign Redshirt throws his flashlight at Dr. Morbius

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Heads Up Doc. Incoming Light!

It hits Morbius in the head and then falls to the ground

DR. MORBIUS: YOWCH! Thank you Ensign, for effectively adding insult to injury! But then again I suppose I do have a light now. Let's see now, what did I trip over?

A piercing girl-like scream cuts through the darkness. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!

IVANOVA: Who's there? Are you hurt?

DR. MORBIUS: It's me, Commander.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Dude, You scream like a girl!

DR. MORBIUS: How do you suppose you'd scream in a pile of human bones?

Ensign Redshirt doesn't answer, but he's glad that it's dark so that no-one can see the ever-growing puddle at his feet.

DR. MORBIUS: I think I know what happened to our colonists.

JOHN CRICHTON: Yeah, there's some more bones on the other side of the ship. They look like they've been chewed through.

IVANOVA: By what?

Dr. Morbius feels something warm and wet dripping onto his shoulder. As he turns the flashlight to look at it, the batteries fail.

Another scream, EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK!

IVANOVA: What is it Dr. ?

Dr. Morbius looks up at the source of the dripping and in a dim blinking blue glow, Dr. Morbius can make out the blood stained teeth of a hideous face 4 feet above him. The creature has pieces of CCL2 Uniform stuck to it's teeth. Including Dana Scully's Com-link, stuck on the mute setting which causes its blue light to blink over and over.

Dr. Morbius runs toward the ship, limping and stumbling over bone with his ever-swelling ankle. As the ship lights come into view he yells.

DR. MORBIUS: RRRRRUUUUUUN! It's gotten Agent Scully. Who knows who it will attack next.

They all start to run.

DR. MORBIUS: Nooooo! WAAAAAIIIT! Shoot at it. Shoot in the direction of my voice. You can't hurt me.

JOHN CRICHTON: No problem!

at least 20 gunshots go in the direction of the creature. No screaches or screams indicate that one of them has hit its target.

IVANOVA: Okay... That's it! I've had all I can stand of you incompetent morons! I wish you all would DIE! In fact, that's what I'm going to do, leave you out here to die.

DR. MORBIUS: I hardly think so Lieutenant Commander. You'll stop right there.

Dr. Morbius has finally reached the landing zone and he has his rifle pointed at the back of Ivanova's head.

IVANOVA: (with her back turned) you couldn't stop me with that thing even if you did have the guts to fire it!

DR. MORBIUS: I wouldn't test me if I were you.

IVANOVA: (still with her back turned) I could say the same.

She starts walking away toward the air-lock. Dr. Morbius fires. Ensign Redshirt screams and curls up into a ball on the ground and starts whimpering. Ivanova falls to the ground.

Suddenly, the monster appears. In the low light around the ship, they can see the gruesome beast, and it becomes obvious that Dana Scully died a horrible death. Pieces of her arm and what appears to be a portion of her skull are wedged into the creature's teeth.

DR. MORBIUS: Fire you fools!

Crichton, Morbius, and even Ensign Redshirt all unload their weapons into the monster. It falls to their feet. Dead.

JOHN CRICHTON: Well that was anticlimatic. I wanted a fight. stupid monster.

He walks over and fires a few rounds into the creature's head.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Um, I think we should go now.

DR. MORBIUS: Agreed. Let's help the Lieutenant Commander back to the ship. I imagine it's not easy being stunned.

But when they get to her body, they find she isn't breathing. She has no pulse, she is dead.

Ensign Redshirt runs back onto the ship.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Not again... I don't wanna die.... I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die.

John Crichton gets on his Com-link.

JOHN CRICHTON: Attention all CCL2 Crew... Get back to the ship immediately. Planet is hostile. Repeat. Planet is Hostile. Oh, and it appears the slug has struck again.

[LandoCalrissian]

Well, that's hella scary!

from 1, goes back inside the ship.

Now at M

So did we fix the hull breach thingy? What are we gunna do? Can we leave now or do we gotta wait for something?

Anyway, guys, who's infected and who dies?

(Lando is told that Ivanova is infected and Dana Scully has been eaten by a monster)

Why the hell are all the fine women on this ship bein' possessed and dying all over the place? Damn that sexist slug! I know I haven't been infected yet, but, damn, not having any women around's might be worse than that!

Anyway, dere be one cloning chamber left. Who we gunna clone . . . Dana or Ivanova?

[R2-D2]

1
:BBBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPP!:
wtf happened here!?!?!?!

[FATHER]

There is not sufficient genetic material to clone agent scully. And there are 2 cryo-tubes left (1 after Ivanova is restored).

On the bright side... it appears that the hull-breach was just a malfunctioning sensor... Dr. Watson for Spaceships has fixed that problem as well as my malfunctioning advertising filter. We are at 100% operational capacity to complete our mission advertising free.

[LandoCalrissian]

M

Oh. Well, adios Scully. You were a cool chick.

Anyway, it's time to get everybody back in here before the big monster dude eats someone again...

Pops, which crew members are still out there on the planet?

Cuz I feel like bein' a hero and go rescuing people still on there, ya know, all that good crap.

[FATHER]

Still outside ship....

Captain Schwartz (assume he's at 1 - no record of last reported location)

Dr. Morbius (1)
Ivanova (1 - Dead)
Anakin (9)
Andromeda (5)
R2-D2 (1)
John Crichton (1)

[R2-D2]

M
:beep beeeeeeeeeep booooooooop:
well? wtf happened out there?

[Dr. Morbius]

M

I was nearly killed. That's what happened. Agent Scully has met an untimely demise and it seems that the slug is onto another victim.

[LandoCalrissian]

(Lando picks up three high-powered flashlights, one for himself and one for the two far away crew members, and goes back outside to 1)

Hey, Johnny, get in the ship already.

*Lando then turns on a high powered flashlight and points it at 5. Then he runs to 5*

Hey, Andromeda! There's been an emergency, you gots to get back to the ship. Here, take this spare high powered flashlight thingy.

Oh, and Andromeda, watch out, cuz the slug seems to have a thang for the ladies....

----Lando then leaves 5, going forward a bit, and goes to 9---

Yo, Anakin! Where y'at, boy? Turn on your lightsaber or somethin so I can find you! We gots to get back to the ship right now!

Although I dunno why I should help you, cuz when you grow up you're gunna be a real prick! Takin' control of my floating city and freezing my friend in carbon like that...heheheh. ;)

[Arnold Schwartz]

A

Over comlink:

EHVERYONE! GHET DA FHOCK OOUHT OHF THERE!

Arnold sees two of the things standing in front of the ship, getting ready to attack.

Arnold opens the front window.

Yhoure toast.

Arnold sprays the things with his flamethrower laser machine guns mix, incinerating them.

Arnold then closes the window again, and gets realdy for takeoff, waiting for the other crew members.

[Arnold Schwartz]

A

Arnold also gets out his axe, in case the monsters get inside, then asks Father.



Father, who chould da shlug have ghotten? Ahnd chan these... THINGS, ghet in da ship?

[Andromeda]

*runs to A*

What the hell is going on out there?!

[Arnold Schwartz]

Ahndromeda, there ahre things ouht there, and they ahlrheady ahte Schully. Ahnd iht thurns ouht that Ihvanova whas ohnce ahgain the sluhg! Which means that ahll ohf da sluhgs have bheen whomen...

[Andromeda]

A

So we're dealing with a sexist slug? Are it's whereabouts known right now?

[Arnold Schwartz]

Nhope, I'hm thrying to fhind who iht chould have ihnfected...

[LandoCalrissian]

9

Anakin! Anakin, get your white ass out here! Everybody's on the ship but you! If we don't get going we're both monster meat!

(suddenly one of the things pops out from behind)

Thing: Raaaaaaaaaaaaaar. (Translation: Be scared!)

Lando: AH! Take this, you ugly creature who has not get gotten a proper description! *shoots the BFG-9000 into the thing's mouth, killin' it*

Yeehaw! Now that's what I call.....shooting....big....ugly...things. Mmkay.

Listen, little white dude, you better show up soon or we be leaving without 'chu! So let's get going!

--Lando looks at a figure in the darkness. It's Anakin--

Hey, there ya're! Here, take this high powered flashlight. (gives Anakin the flashlight) Follow me back to the ship, and if you see one of those thangs be sure to use your MAD lightsaber skills!

*Lando continues back to 1, then gets on the ship and goes to M*

[Ivanova]

*Ivanova slowly opens her eyes seeing the underside of the cloning cabinet opening above her. In a cloudy fog, Ivanova rolls out of the clone storage cabinet and trips on her own foot*

Ivanova: GAWD D**M, F***, S***, ****!* **!****!**** ****!********!*!*!*

*Ivanova stands up and wanders over to the locker, quickly thowing on a clean bra and panties, then the jumpsuit that was obviously put here for someone two times her size*


Ivanova: FATHER, please give me an update on the last weeks events. How did I end up dieing and becoming a clone? Have there been any other fatalities? Also, heat up some grub in the mess hall, I am so hungry I can eat the ass of long dead Torlachian SwampLizard.

[FATHER]

At time of attack: persons that could be infected include:

John Crichton
Ensign Redshirt
Dr. Morbius
Lando Calrissian
R2-D2

Casualties - Carolyn Fry: Dead (killed by Ivanova during parasite possession)
Dana Scully: Dead (killed by monster on planet)

And I found that I had a malfunctioning sensor, the ship was fine all along... we didn't need to land here. My bad!

[FATHER]

Oh by the way, it was suggested that the names of the permanently deceased be revealed.

Dana Scully was Iben - she had to go out of town for the next two weeks and wasn't gonna be around.

I can't tell you who Carolyn Fry was, because that person is the slug and is still around.

[Dr. Morbius]

M

Considering the impending doom outside, I think it might be a good idea if we leave this god forsaken planet. And may I ask whose idea was it to come here in the first place?

[R2-D2]

M
:beeeeeeeeeeep boooooop beeeeeep:
i am most likely sure that it was arnold's idea

[LandoCalrissian]

Originally posted by FATHER
At time of attack: persons that could be infected include:

John Crichton
Ensign Redshirt
Dr. Morbius
Lando Calrissian
R2-D2

Wait, so the slug CAN'T be a chick this time? Cool!

Originally posted by FATHER I can't tell you who Carolyn Fry was, because that person is the slug and is still around.

So when Carolyn was cloned back to life again, the Slug had to be Carolyn AND Ivanova? Sucks for the slug!

[Longshanks]

Originally posted by LandoCalrissian



So when Carolyn was cloned back to life again, the Slug had to be Carolyn AND Ivanova? Sucks for the slug!

Damn - sorry Lando :p ;) - but I was playing Fry for her second incarnation, not the slug player, (I just fancied posting at least once as a crew member on my own thread) - she was totally 100% slug-free the second time, just there to get killed off again for effect.

Chill and enjoy the game - you don't need to look for holes. :)

[Dr. Morbius]

M

Excuse me, but shouldn't we do something about the danger outside?

[Longshanks]

Damn these Temporal Anomolies - I think they're called "weekends" and they have the unnerving effect of making time in this part of space crawl to a complete halt for a couple of days - I think it's something to do with the Doing-Something-Healthy-And-Outdoors-And-Away-From-That-Bloody-Computer-While-I'm-Off-Work effect - I seem to remember that Einstein did some work on it in his famous: CS=7D-WE2 equation ;)

Don't worry, it works on Aliens too! :D

Oh, and ps: Why am I a 'Directory' of Photography? Does this mean I'm good reference material? Do I cover A-Z or just G through to R? Oh well, at least it's better than the Directory of 'Protography' I was a couple of days ago ;)

[LandoCalrissian]

goes to H

It looks like everybody's fine and onboard except for Anakin and Johnny... Johnny's just at 1, though, so you can drag him in. Anakin could be a problem...

[John Crichton]

1

*realises that he has been standing in the middle of an open space for a week*

What the...Crap.....sorry phased out for a while *Walks on ship draging in Anakin*

Right time to get underway......anything happern while i have been day and night dreaming??

[FATHER]

...as Crichton drags the seemingly unconcious body of Anakin towards the main airlock of Crystal Lake2, he becomes aware of low sound coming from the darkness behind.... a whispering and a chittering, as if a low and rolling wave were breaking upon the high mountain ranges that were visible to the north before this inpenetrable darkness fell upon the landscape.

The sound grows, whatever wave is breaking is not of water but of living things, things that screeched and chattered, things that slid through the air and scuttled over the ground - a growing stream, becoming a flood, of unseen entities flowing down from their lairs in the unknown heights of those twisted foothills.

The creature glimpsed so briefly before - the thing with a head like a scythe, huge, winged, sleek and insectile with teeth of steel, the thing that had torn Scully to bloodied shreds - that was but a single forerunner, a stray scout sniffing out the land - finding prey.

But the scent of new life on this cold planet has reached further now, a hive has awoken... and it's hungry. The thick darkness is it's daylight, alien senses guiding the swarm down into the valley where the ruined base lay, picked clean long ago by the creatures, the settlers ripped from their beds in the first darkness that fell upon this strange land... but the Crystal Lake shines out - new, warm, full of meat - stranded.

Crichton picks up his pace and runs...

[LandoCalrissian]

goes to M

A'ite, Johnny, come in here!

*John, dragging Anakin, runs like hell to M*

Here, let me help...*Lando picks up Anakin's feet as the two go into M and the door closes*

(Lando helps put down Anakin. John then looks outside at the things that were following him)

---When John is looking and no one else is, Lando takes out Anakin's lightsaber and puts it in his pocket---

Lando: *to himself* Sorry Anakin, but you seem to be a little passed out and we're going to need this to take down those things...

[Ensign Redshirt]

M

The slug saved my life. :)

All it would have had to do, as Ivanova, was leave me with my twisted ankle to be consumed by the BEMs back there. :eek:

I'm developing a new respect for this thing. Too bad about Scully though.

If I'm correct, the last of the crew just got back aboard and we can lift off this death trap of a planet. I'll just head up to the bridge and see if I can do anything.

[FATHER]

As the landing bay ramp slowly retracts, Ensign Redshirt breathes a sigh of relief, the infernal chittering grows louder in the darkness beyond the dim pool of the planet's surface illuminated in the landing lights surrounding the Crystal Lake.

As he watches, the circle of lights seem to close in, as if retreating towards the hull...until he realises that the darkness is a mass of black bodies flowing towards the ship and obscuring the landscape beneath them.

200 meters

150 meters.

Still the ramp retracts with sickening slowness........

[Ensign Redshirt]

M

Screaming into the Intercom "Get this bucket of bolts airborne now. We've got an army of, of ... Things headed this way. The hatch is closing, but the faster we get airborne the better."

Fires several shots through the shrinking gap between door and hull, blasting a hole in the ranks of the aliens. Unfortunately, removing single drops of water from the flood is neither effective nor economical.:(

[FATHER]

The wave sweeps forward, the circle of ground shrinks beneath their oncoming mass, the chittering and squealing builds until Ensign Redshirt cannot even hear his own words, let alone those of anyone trying to reply to his cries.

The front of the wave reaches the foot of the nearest landing leg and breaks over it like a black foam, seething up and around it. Glints of steel teeth catch the ship's lights, oily reflections ripple off the sleek bodies, individual shapes impossible to focus upon in the broiling sea of creatures.

Ensign Redshirt fires off round after round into the mass, those that fall are swept away beneath the rush of creatures behind them - the sea doesn't break.

Ensign Redshirt steps back, away from the slowly closing airlock, still firing wildly into the swarming darkness...and his gun stops.

The ship's automatic safety system cuts in and locks down the weapon.

"FATHER!!!!! Shut down the safety system!!! SHUT IT DOWN!!!!!!!!!

A clattering can now be heard on the outer hull. Black clawed arms thrust through the narrowing gap, a scythed head twists and forces it's way through the opening. Two more creatures join it and the rising whir of the door's motors can be heard as they strain against the creatures strength...the closing of the door slows, a sythe shaped head extends towards the Ensign as the black body trys to squeeze itself through a seemingly impossibly small gap. Slowly, painfully the gap begins to widen......

[Dr. Morbius]

M

I suggest you follow me, Ensign.

RUUUUUUN!!!!!

headed for A

[LandoCalrissian]

goes to A

*along the way, Lando takes Anakin's lightsaber and cuts off the head of one of the....things...that was poking its head through the door*

Good thing this wasn't shut off by the security, eh? Look at me, I'm a Jedi! Heheheh.

Luckily if FATHER is alert enough to notice the fact that the lightsaber is still in use, he'll be able to notice the fact that there are UGLY ASS MONSTERS trying to kill us!

[Ensign Redshirt]

K

Running toward A slamming my fist into the pulse rifle and screaming "FATHER!!!!! Shut down the safety system!!! SHUT IT DOWN. Anybody on the bridge take off, take off now" and trying not to glance over my shoulder to see if I'm being followed.

[FATHER]

The noise of clattering claws can be heard all about you upon the outer hull of the Crystal Lake - FATHER is obviously aware as the red warning lights of code red are flashing in every location upon the ship. There's a shudder throughout the Crystal Lake as the VTOL rockets kick in.

...This is FATHER..emergency stations - repeat emergency stations!...Multiple incursions detected in inner hull via landing leg bays...outer airlock door compromised - inner seal intact - unable to disengage safety lock down, release codes held by SATURN CONTROL and not in FATHER's databanks. Prepare for emergency dust-off - hold on to whatever you can.

The ship shudders again and the crew feel the sudden weight of G-Forces slamming them to the steel deck floor as the Crystal Lake lifts off from the planet surface. Ensign Redshirt drags himself to a consol and watches the outer view monitor as the planet drops away from them - the dimming circle of lights below reveal a hellish black sea of bodies scorching in the burn of the thrusters, twisting bodies can be seen plunging back to the suface as they are disloged from the ship's hull.

But still, the clattering on the hull can be heard over the dull roar of the engines as they lift the vast bulk of the Crystal Lake from the planet's surface.....

[Ensign Redshirt]

A

Esn. Redshirt barrels into the bridge and grabs the helm controls. It's time for a bit of fancy flying. With one eye on the hull sensors, he quickly guides the ship through a series of loops, rolls and high-G maneuvers. (Some intentional, others not so much). One by one the aliens gripping the hull are dislodged and fall back to the surface of the hostile planet or drift free in the vaccuum of space.

Father, can you shut down and lock the interior doors? If those things have free reign on the ship, we're all done for.

Redshirt pops over to the nava computer and locks in the heading for our original destination.

[Ford_Prefect]

I

Wakes up out a drunk state.

*damn gargleblasters*


(im sorry for my rate of posting guys. . . please forgive me and know that i will be posting more now)

[John Crichton]

*See's a head and Smacks it with the butt of the pulse rifle*

Ford_Prefect: OW why va fuf dad yu dru tat for *Collapses*

John: Opps well you are drunk anyway and not much help to us *Gets thrown into the wall by Ensign Redshirts flying* Bloody hell *Drags Ford to the dorm and dumps him on the floor and make my way to A*

A

What the frell sort of flying is this......this aint a joy ride stick it in to warp drive or what ever the damn thing is on this ship :mad:

[FATHER]

WARNING! WARNING! Alien Life forms detected in air ducts in areas A, D, F, G, H, I and M

[LandoCalrissian]

goes to H

Originally posted by FATHER
WARNING! WARNING! Alien Life forms detected in air ducts in areas A, D, F, G, H, I and M

Damn you alien things! Those are all the COOL places to hang!

Well since it looks like I be the only guy with an actual weapon, looks like I got a lot of work to do!

First of all . . . I gotta protect the bar! (stays at H and looks into the air duct, lightsaber drawn and pointed forward into the duct)

Here, alien thingy thingy thing! Heeeere, alien thingy thingy thingy!

*Lando takes a beer bottle from the counter and places it on the edge of the air duct vent*

C'mere, I know y'all like beer! Come on now, don't be shy!

---Suddenly, the THING that was in H's air duct is attracted by the sight of beer. The thing pops its head out of the air duct vent to get the beer ... and is quickly decapitated by a lightsaber---

Yeehaw! One down, six to go! Something tells me this trick won't work again . . .

Oh, and somebody PLEASE call Saturn Control and make 'em turn the damn weapons back on! I gotta do some more fancy lightsaber work...

[Arnold Schwartz]

A

Thime fhor the chaptian to kick shome Ahlien ass! Nhow, how ahbout that fhor Ahlien 5?;)

Arnold opens the duct in A, and with his laser, shoots all of the creatures, melting them. Then, one jumps from behind, and Arnold melts it, so when it tries to hang on to the ceiling, it splashes onto the floor

Arhnold: Bhutte'fingers. Ahnd Ehnsign, ghood job ghetting them ohff. Nhow stop rholling, ihf iht isn't ha phroblem.;)

[Arnold Schwartz]

Runs from A to H

Lhando, yhou've got things uhnder chontrol.

Runs to D, where 20 of the things are waiting!

Arnold: Ahh shot.

Arnold flamethrowers the things, then seals the door. When Arnold opens the door, and all of them are melted and icky, except for one, that's right above Arnold. Then, as Arnold turns around, and as the thing jumps, Arnold rapidly turns, jumps back, and shoots his laser, but the thing still hits him, and splits in half from the laser cutting it down the middle.

When Arnold goes back to H, Lando says: Dude, what happened to the Aliens?

Arnold: I ghave him the final cut.

Lando: What the hell?

Arnold: Never mind damnit:mad:

[Dr. Morbius]

With aliens falling out of nearly every major air vent, the crew is frantically trying to keep themselves alive.

DR. MORBIUS: That’s IT! I have had it!

He runs out into the hallway (K).

DR. MORBIUS: They can’t deactivate Sharp Sticks™! Have at you, you slimy beast!

He crawls up into the air-ducts. After just a few seconds rumbling is heard above the ceiling in the hallway… And, like lightening, the creatures all start moving toward the sound of Dr. Morbius.

LANDO C: (from H) Be careful, dude. Them things is naaasty. You gonna need a helluva lot more than a sharp stick.

DR. MORBIUS: (from inside the air vents) I assure you, I’m quite all right. They have messed with the wrong man. I demand retribution!

SCHWARTZ: (from D) Dahctohr! Ghet down from dhere! I will khill those alie-hens. I am dhe Cahptahn!!

No reply comes from Dr. Morbius… Instead the sounds of him and the creatures moves toward the bridge (A). Some grunting and squealing is heard… and several loud metallic clashes and bangs. And then, in a flurry of blood, tentacle, teeth and metal, the Dr. and a beast fall through the ceiling panels and on to the bridge floor. The creature is dead, but Dr. Morbius keeps stabbing at it with the Sharp Stick™.

DR. MORBIUS: Infernal beast! Try to kill me will you? Take that!! And That!!!

ANDROMEDA: Dr. Morbius, I think you killed it. You can stop now.

DR. MORBIUS: ARRRRRRGH!

Still in a fit of rage, Dr. Morbius turns on Andromeda and stabs her in the neck. It doesn’t kill her, but she does start to bleed, heavily.

DR. MORBIUS: YOU FOOL! The blood will attract the creatures! Are you daft?

ANDROMEDA: (gurgling) Noo. You… Ack!

She points at the hole in the ceiling where 4 more aliens jump to the floor, teeth gnashing tentacles flailing, claws tearing at the air. Ensign Redshirt leaps away from the control panel, sending the ship into an unchecked flight pattern (criss-crossing the galaxy like a popped balloon). The sudden vehicular shift throws Dr. Morbius and the aliens into the mess hall (H).
LANDO C: What you be bringing that ***** in here for man? Ain’t you know that’s the kinda crap that gets a black dude killed.

DR. MORBIUS: Shut up and help me you idiot!

LANDO C: Okay man. See if you can lure a few out of here and we’ll divide and conquer.

Dr. Morbius runs back out into the hall, 2 of the monsters follow him. In the hall, he runs into R2-D2 (who left M looking for safety).

DR. MORBIUS: Flee gentle robot! Make haste!

R2-D2 sees the monsters behind him and panicks.

R2-D2: BEEEP BEEEP BEEEP BOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! WOOOOOOOOOOO!

DR. MORBIUS: Fear not! I will protect you!

Then, like a man possessed, Dr. Morbius goes into a furious frenzy of Sharp Stick™ magic. Leaving perforated and punctured aliens in his wake. The hallway fills with green blood and a putrid smelling fluid that leaks from the creatures after their death.

Meanwhile, Lando’s alien has gotten away from him and slipped into the crew dorm where it eats Skinner and has a Rolo-Tomasi cryo-sicle for desert. It runs back into the hallway, Lando meets it there and slices it to pieces. Then he notices Dr. Morbius convulsing and shaking further down the hall.

LANDO C: What’s up man? You cool?…. Dude?…. My brotha?

Dr. Morbius falls onto the crumpled heap of alien corpses, dead, a victim of the slug.

---- who's next? ----

[LandoCalrissian]

H

Well dat be it for the aliens I think.

Let's get Doc into the cloning chamber pronto. Damn...he's the last guy to get cloned. After this, everybody dies for good!

Anyway, what the hell be wrong with the slug? It's not very evil. It saved all of our lives!

Anyway, do we need a funeral for Skinner or Rolo? Cuz I didn't even know they was on the ship!

[Dr. Morbius]

I

*Hours pass. Morbius awakens. The air is cold and crisp. Its just another morning, but yet it feels like his first, all over again.*

Where am I?

*The frost on the outer hatch of the cryo chamber has yet to thaw....he feels very disillusioned. The cryo bay scanners sense life inside the cryopod, and release the hatch. Morbius takes a deep breath. His first real breath of his new life*

A Cryo Bay? My God, what happened?

*Edward searches the bay for any stich of clothing he can use to cover himself. He's very modest, afterall. He finds an ill-fitting lab coat hanging over a chair*

This will have to do until I find something more suitable.

*His memory is still a little fuzzy. What happened? Why is he here? As a matter of fact, where is here? He reads an equipment inspection plaque on the wall.*

ESFV CryStal Lake 2
Frogstar Class

*Suddenly, it hits him*

Yes! The supply drop! Wait.... *another memory hits* the slug! Oh my god, the slug. It must've been me. But what happened? I hope I didn't harm anyone.

*Guilt overcomes the good Doctor. He tries to sort out his thoughts*

Father, Dr. Edward Morbius, reporting in for duty. Please, what is the status of the other crew members? Have we left the planets surface? Do I have any clean pants? And what happened to me? Was I infected by the slug?

[Arnold Schwartz]

As Arnold is running through the hall, to I, five of the things jump out at Arnold. He tries to shoot them with his guns, but Father has managed to shut down even Arnold's private, unmarked guns.

Arnold: Aw shot.

Then Arnie pulls out his axe, ans starts to chop the things up. But one of them slashes at his chest, knocking him to the floor. As it's about to finish Arnold off, Arnold in desperation throws the axe, beheading the vile creature.

Meanwhile, in the Med Bay, the Doc is peacefully doing a chess gmae with himself, when all of a sudden, something hits the door. The Doc backs up in horror, then Arnold falls in, clutching his chest, which is spewing blood all over.

To put a long story short, the Doc has Arnold go into cryo-sleep, whee the wound slowly repairs, because it's the only way he could make it. Longshanks, if you want, you can keep me alive, but I'll be gone for a few, so the choice is yours...

[Ensign Redshirt]

A

Still piloting the ship, albeit with a little less frantic looping and rolling, the Ensign is once again struck by the nature of his situation. Stuck in deep space, with a mind consuming alien parasite, half the crew dead, some (lucky blastards) before they even woke from cryo sleep, now presumably lost.

The Ens. once again feeds the coordinates of the ships original destination into the nav computer and waits for it to churn out a course. *Ding*. Feeding the instructions into the autopilot, he calls out over the intercom: We're back on course, and I'm going to bed.

G

The Ensign climbs into his bed, plasma rifle (non functional) still clutched in his arms.

[Andromeda]

running down K


Oh my god..I can't believe I just say that!! *stops and covers her face* That's terrible! Where is everyone!?!

[LandoCalrissian]

H

Father...which crew members were in range of the slug's attack this time?

[LandoCalrissian]

L

Doc, could ya please open up another cryo-chamber for a second? I hurt myself REAL bad and need to go in one with Arnold. Plus I don't know how much more of this I can take!

*The Doctor is suspicious of this but agrees and opens up a second cryo-chamber*

(Lando then creeps silently into G )

Time for me to make the final move of the game.... dat slug ain't going nowhere this time!

*Ever so sneakily, Lando walks up next to the sound asleep Ensign Redshirt's bed*

(Lando thinks to himself, in his mind) Shouldn't be sleeping on the job, sluggo... especially when there's an open cryo-chamber with your name on it!

(Lando looks at Arnold cryogenically frozen a few feet away. The chamber the doctor opened up is right next to him . . .)

---Lando ever so slowly drags the sleeping Ensign Redshirt out of bed, picking him up with both arms. The deactivated Plasma Rifle is still in his hands. Lando then places Ensign Redshirt inside of the cryo-chamber, feet first. Lando then closes the chamber.---

(Ensign Redshirt is now officially in cryo-sleep, immobile)

YEEHAW! That's some good slug catching!

*Lando then picks up an intercom and announces something to the whole ship*

[LandoCalrissian]

(The following is all over the intercom)

ATTENTION EVERYONE! The slug has officially been captured. He was in Ensign Redshirt and I put the poor sucker in cryo-sleep when he was sleeping....now I know you didn't trust me last time, but HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE! I am 100 percent sure that he was in Ensign Redshirt, if you look at the latest post!

Before any of you decide to free him, please HEAR ME OUT!

The slug REALLY messed up on Ensign's posting style. If you look at Ensign's latest post, it seems like it was written by a different person. And it was! If you'll look, there are some extremely glaring mistakes that the slug made.

First of all, look at what he refered to himself as. He called himself "The Ensign." If you'll look at the posts before Morbius was revealed, Ensign Redshirt NEVER referred to himself as 'The Ensign!" Only "Ensign Redshirt."

Also, check out the spelling and grammar! It's been improved A LOT! Especially look at the use of COMMAS. Ensign Redshirt RARELY used commas before, and almost never used it to string on run-on parts of sentences. But in the latest one, commas are all over the place, used to string sentences together. It has a different grammar style than what Ensign used before.

Also, look at how Ensign is "reflecting" on everything. A common trend with the slug has been TALKING about the game and TALKING about the slug. The slug has been known to say things like "Well, it looks like the slug has claimed another victim" in its bodies. (if you'll look at Morbius's post after it left Ivanova) The slug loooooves to talk about itself and talk about what's happened in the game, and Ensign just did that.

Also, the vocabulary and sentence structure is improved a lot. "Still piloting the ship, albeit with a little less frantic looping and rolling...." doesn't sound like the sentence structure Ensign used before. And he sure didn't use words like "albeit!" (no offense to Ensign himself of course! Of course he can't take offense because he's dead)

Just look at Ensign's latest post and how the slug's posts were made. You will definately see EXTREME similarities in sentence structure. And it's very different than the sentence structure Ensign used before.

It also fits the slug's style of waiting to post until one or two people already have...usually being the third, fourth, or fifth person to respond to a post, but still being prompt.

Trust me, THIS IS THE SLUG. The slug COMPLETELY messed up in duplicating someone's writing style and then made another mistake: HE FRIKKIN DECIDED TO TAKE A NAP!

So now the slug is in cryo-sleep. Trust me....I got him! The slug revealed himself and is COMPLETELY IN CRYO-SLEEP! No one pull something like what happened last time...because trust me, he's gone.

[FATHER]

Upon thorough examination of Ensign Redshirt, he is NOT repeat NOT the parasite... Saturn Control will be deducting your entire pay credit for this mission and you can expect a full court martial for subduing and confining an innocent crew member without his permission... Will the security officer please escort Mr. Calrissian to the Brig?



Tough luck Lando, you're wrong. sorry.

[Brin Lando]

L

As security starts to restrain Mr Calrissian and everything is in major commotion. Something mircaulous unexpected and quite possibly evil happens.

Brin wakes up.

[Anakin]

9

I don't see anything here...And I keep hearing noises...[gets on com-link] ksshHello? Is anyone there? This is Anakin. Does anyone read me over...ksshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Hmm, nothin but static...Where is everyone?

[as Anakin walks back towards the ship's landing site, he feels uneasy, like something is watching him, some kind of..disturbance, in the Force...]

[something leaps out of the brush behind him...Anakin quickly ignites his lightsaber and kills the beast swiftly...but now, many more come walking out of the darkness, surrounding him...]

Anakin-This isn't good...[a few charge forward, he uses all of his Jedi training and skill to kill several of the beasts but there are too many to handle...he RUNS]

1

Anakin- What in the-?!? Where's the ship??? I know this is the right spot...[on com-link]kshhhCaptain Schwartz? R2? Ivanova?....Is anyone there?ksssshhhhhhh They, left me here....alone. [looks back into darkness hearing beastly screams getting closer]

[LandoCalrissian]

Originally posted by FATHER
Upon thorough examination of Ensign Redshirt, he is NOT repeat NOT the parasite... Saturn Control will be deducting your entire pay credit for this mission and you can expect a full court martial for subduing and confining an innocent crew member without his permission... Will the security officer please escort Mr. Calrissian to the Brig?



Tough luck Lando, you're wrong. sorry.

A

Hell, you mean I was supposed to get PAID for this? Damn! Why didn't anybody tell me?!

And, well, I'm wanted in 14 star systems anyway, so hey, one more's no big deal.

Oh, and another thing... if you could do a "thorough examination" to see if someone is the parasite or not, why couldn't you just do that to everyone and find out who the slug is?

[FATHER]

well....um.... we just can't. ;) Thanks for playing, we'll give you a lovely CCL2 home game when this all is finished

[Dr. Morbius]

*Having finally been updated on his situation as the slug, Morbius made his way to G, and found a freshly pressed pair of slacks and a rather smart looking tunic. He immediately dresses.*

FATHER, can I have status update on our supply mission? I'm still a little disoriented from the cloning, and I'm still not quite sure what I should be doing.

[Anakin]

1

Why would they leave me here on this planet? Hopefully they're still alive, I'm sure they got attacked by the beast. That looks like a hand over there. I wonder who got slaughtered...? They wouldn't leave me here surely, they'll come back for me. I just need to survive long enough until they get back here...[hears snarling.]

I guess that means I gotta take care of you guys...[ignites saber]

[bbf2]

Sorry to interupt, but Anakin, you WERE brought back onto the ship. Look:

Originally posted by John Crichton

What the...Crap.....sorry phased out for a while *Walks on ship draging in Anakin*

Right time to get underway......anything happern while i have been day and night dreaming??

And your lightsaber was taken to kill the alien things.

[Anakin]

*out of game*

Damn...I must have skipped all of page 22 on accident...my mistake...

So where am I right now?

[Brin Lando]

L

Father can I have a status update please.

[masterofyou14]

it was a nice warm morning when i realized... that i should say you all are bums and u need a life!!!!!!:D :cool:

[Kitty]

Originally posted by masterofyou14
it was a nice warm morning when i realized... that i should say you all are bums and u need a life!!!!!!:D :cool:
shutup. u and i can't post in here. someone please delete these last 2 posts as soon as they see them.

[Ensign Redshirt]

L

Upon hearing the latest announcement from Father, the EMH hits the defrost button on the cryo-tube containing Esn. Redshirt. Upon thawing, the ensign is sick all over the med bay floor. That damn cryo sleep always makes me sick.

Being slightly confused and in need of a shower, the Ensign proceeds to the crew dorm for a shower and a new set of clothes and then to:

A

to check on the status of the ship. Being that the last thing he remembered was falling asleep while the rest of the crew was busy cleaing up the remains of eviscerated aliens, Redshirt is amazed to discover that while the ship is out of danger, he was tossed in a cryo tube as a suspected slug (forgive me for trying to add a little variety to my posts.)

Father - What is the ships status, oh and where can I find Lando, I owe him one?

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Awaiting further instructions from the shipboard maniframe, FATHER, Morbius takes a quick look around the dorm. No one is around. He reaches underneath the mattress and pulls out a rather worn looking scroll. He puts on his reading glasses, lays on his bunk and studies the scroll, intently. The scroll looks something like this:*

http://sfstation.members.easyspace.com/krell1.gif

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*After several hours of reading, Morbius realizes that he hasn't heard a peep out of any of the other crew members. Its quiet.....too quiet. ;) He sits up, and carefully rolls up the scroll he was studying, and stows it away in its hiding space. He stands up, slowly walks to the door, and peeks out.*

Hello? Is anyone here? Surely you all must be here somewhere....we're in the midst of outer space. You couldn't have just gone out for a walk....could you? Hello? Anyone?

*He looks back and forth down the hall...searching for signs of life from any other crew member. He enters the hall K. As paranoia sets in, he wanders down the corridor searching for someone...anyone else on board.*

HELLO!??

[FATHER]

*FATHER wakes up from sleep mode*

Deeply sorry crew, supply mission still incomplete. Cargo in cargo bays must be dropped at critical landing point. Estimated time of arrival - 24 hours.

Casualties -
Carolyn Fry
Dana Scully
Skinner
Rolo Tomasi

Injured -
Arnold Schwartz

Parasite still at large. Proceed with Caution

[FATHER]

Originally posted by Ensign Redshirt

Father - What is the ships status, oh and where can I find Lando, I owe him one?

Be advised he is at A . He still needs to be escorted to the brig, D. or you can let Ivanova hold a shipboard court marshal.

[Dr. Morbius]

K

Thank you for the update FATHER. I'll go check on the cargo...make sure everything is in order.

*Walks to Cargo Bay 2 (P). Pulls a clipboard with the cargo manifest attached to it off of the wall. Morbius starts to walk around, checking the crates an boxes and making note of their condition.*

Wait...whats this?

*He notices a seemingly harmless crate marked "Hamdingers". It has scrathes all over it, and some of the bolts are missing from the side of it. The brushed steel exterior looks like it was attacked with a pad of steel wool. He kneels down to take a closer look.*

I feel a draft coming from this box....hey...theres a small gap in the floor underneath this shipping crate.

*He gets a anti-grav dolley and a flashlight from the storage locker. It takes a bit effort to move the crate, but the dolley seems to handle the job just fine. He looks down at the hole underneath.*

It looks like someone has chewed a hole in the floor here....Hmmm.

*Shining a flashlight into the cavity, all he can see are the wires and tubing in the subhull. Nothing seems to be damaged. He leans over farther, and peers inside..........................*

[R2-D2]

C

: beep boop boop :
: where are we going?:

[S.A.M.G.]

Sorry, I mistook me for someone else.

[Dr. Morbius]

Originally posted by S.A.M.G.
Sorry, I mistook me for someone else. Don't worry...I won't tell. ;)

[Dr. Morbius]

P

*Morbius lays on his stomach, and sticks his head into the cavity. He shines his light left and right...looking for whatever made this hole in the steel flooring. (which, by the way, might not be too smart......) He sees nothing but cables, pipes, and more darkness. He leans in farther to get a better look. He hears a jingle, then a thud against the sub flooring. Looking down, he sees a set of keys, dangling on a wire.*

Cripes....my keys. They must've fallen out of my pocket. Maybe if I...

*leans in farther and farther....trying desperately to reach his keys*

......

*grunt*

Almost got them..... a little closer.....

[Dr. Morbius]

P

I think I can feel them.....

*Edward realizes thats he's not a strong as he once was....his grip starts to slip.*

Almost....there......

*His fingers slide more and more across the smooth, steel floor.*

Oh, bloody hell.

*The last of his strength goes, as he falls into the crevice below. While lying in a heap on the subflooring, he looks up, to see a shaft of light shining in from the Cargo Bay, a good 15 feet above. Morbius sighs....then blacks out.*

[LandoCalrissian]

A

FATHER, which crew members were within range of the slug at the time of his leaving Docta M?

Well I be...in prison or something . . . but I gots a right to ask a question, donts I?

----Out of character---

Uh, where exactly am I right now? I know I'm in A, but am I in a jail cell or something? Or am I just being held by security guards?

[Dr. Morbius]

*somewhere slightly beneath P*

*Slowly, Morbius opens his eyes. He's slightly disoriented and a little worse for wear, but mainly, alright.*

What the hell? Where am I?

*The top of his head throbs. He puts his hand to, and feels the warm, moist patch in his scalp. He looks at his fingers...*

Blood? I must've hit my head my head pretty hard. That would explain this excrutiating headache. Hey, whats that?

*Looking down, he sees a keychain with a rabbits foot dyed red, attached to the ringlet.*

My keychain....imagine the luck. I must've knocked it loose during the fall. Stupid rabbit's foot, what good have you been to me?

*The good Doctor tosses the keychain into his pocket, and mumbles obscentities.*

Now, how the bloody hell am I going to get out of here? Hmmmmm....

*Looks up*

I don't think I could climb that...maybe if I was a few years younger, perhaps...

*he finds his portable lanterm on the floor, still ignited. He picks up and takes a better look at his surroundings.*

Hmmm..I must be in the subhull. Lots of wires and such. Perhaps there is an acccess panel to the upper level somewhere around here.

*Morbius blindly follows a path leading off into the darkness, while occasionally tripping and hitting his head on outcroppings of wires and pipes.*

[Anakin]

Originally posted by FATHER


Be advised he is at A . He still needs to be escorted to the brig, D. or you can let Ivanova hold a shipboard court marshal.

K

I'll escort him, he has my lightsaber...

[walks into A to see Lando tied to a chairwith duct tape]

We're on board a spaceship with all these high-tech features, gadgets, and gizmos, and you used duct tape to restrain him? Well whatever works I guess!

[unties Lando and wraps his hands behind his back with the tape]

Where's my lightsaber? You had it killing those alien beasts!

Lando - They took it from me once I was arrested...

Anakin - Great. Now we're probably on weapons lockdown again and I won't get it back...Come on!

[escorts Lando over to D]

[Anakin]

D

(on com-link)*kssshh...Capt. Shwartz, this is Anakin, I have Lando in the brig, what should I do with him? What is to become of him? Either the Cap or Ivanova needs to come over here...Over...kssshh*

Lando - Man dis is whack! I made a simple mistake! It ain't like I killed da brotha!

Anakin - You nearly did!

Lando - Meh...Would ya have really missed him dat much?

Anakin - That's not the point, you knew the mission rules before you came on board and you broke one. Now you have to accept the consequences.
FATHER, are we on weapons lockdown again? If so, I'm not sure that's such a good idea, with the recent alien attacks onboard...If we aren't, could you locate my lightsaber for me?

[Dr. Morbius]

*somewhere in the maintence hull.....supposedly below N*

*Morbius comes across a section of the corridor that seems to have more wires and gizmos then the rest of the ship.*

Hmmm...whats this sticking out of the 'ceiling'? Hmmmm..it seems to be the bottom of the positronic sub-peripherals of the mainframe. I must be below the computer room!

FATHER! FATHER! Can you hear me?

*Nothing. The electro-magentic pulse of several nearby peieces of equipment must be blokcing the signal to the bay above.*

Damn....I don't see any maintenece doors in the ceiling either..I guess I'll have to keep looking.

*He picks a relatively clear path in the circuitry and head off in that direction. After taking a few steps, he stumbles and falls. Looking down, he sees a cable, wrenched free from its socket on the floor....its connector slightly bent.*

Uh oh....that can't be good.

[FATHER]

FATHER here... state the nature of your query Dr. Morbius.

[FATHER]

Originally posted by FATHER
At time of attack: persons that could be infected include:

John Crichton
Ensign Redshirt
Dr. Morbius
Lando Calrissian
R2-D2

[Dr. Morbius]

*below N*

Um...FATHER, I seem to be bit of a mess here. I seem to have fallen into a hole in the floor in Cargo Bay 2. I have no idea why the hole was there to begin with. At any rate, here I am, in the subhull, and I can't seem to find my way out. To make matters worse, I've just ruined my clean clothes with all the grease down here, and I think I just unplugged something fairly important. I would just plug it back in, but the connector seems to be a bit, well....damaged.

*Something scurries across his foot*

And I think there is something else down here....I've just soiled my clothes a bit more, I think.

[Ford_Prefect]

G

*Wakes up*
*groggy*

er. . . what. . . who.

Why do i feel as though someone used my head for a krikket ball?

*looks around*

*starts to wander the ship looking for and at people*

Er Father. . . please give me crews current location and status.

[Ensign Redshirt]

D

Esn. Redshirt storms into the brig where Lando is being held. He points a finger at the prisoner menacingly, then deflates. He raises a fist, and deflates again.:mad:

"Look Lando, if, just if, I had been the slug, which I am not, what you did was the right thing to do. I was captured, not killed, and yet couldn't hurt anyone else.


"I think it's safe to assume that you aren't the slug, as you would have just killed me, or taken me over, instead of tossing me in the cryo tube.


"Just don't do it again."

The Ensign turns to the nearest intercom speaker:"Father, you can tell saturn control that I don't intend to press any charges against Lando, and see if they'll let him serve his time at his duty station.

[LandoCalrissian]

D

Yeehaw! Thanks Guy! (Lando breaks out of the duct tape quickly)

ER: If you could have broken out at anytime, why didn't you?

Lando: I dunno, didn't want to get people pissed or nothin!

Oh and Anakin, I'ze just jokin when I said they took your lightsaber. It's been in my pocket, heheheh. Here ya go! ---tosses it to him--

*goes to H*

Now who wants booze?

[FATHER]

Dr. Morbius... be advised... there is a sewage drain in the crew dorms and in the mess hall. You should be able to climb those back to the ship's main level.

It appears the sensor that was dislodged was the celestial reference for the navigational core. All computer navigation is compromised - crew must rely on their own personal knowledge of star systems for direction and course. Planetary identification hub still intact. Scans show sensor is capable of repair. Sending R2 unit to facilitate repairs.

[Dr. Morbius]

*Below N*

Affirmative FATHER. I'll try and make my way towards one of those locations.

*Shining his light towards the ground (in order to avoid anymore...accidents), Morbius heads down a path to his right*

Oh God, what is that smell? Eww.... Wait, I know that smell...that smells like this mornings breakfast. I must be near the Mess Hall (H). Now where is that drainage pipe?

[Ford_Prefect]

G

Well im hungry. . .

heads to H

[Ensign Redshirt]

D

I think I just heard something under the floor. Lando, you still got that light saber? I think we may still have one of those things from that planet rattling around below decks. It sounded like it was heading for the mess hall.

[Ford_Prefect]

H

Sits down to eat his Nutramatic breakfast.


*share and enjoy*

[Ensign Redshirt]

H

Esn. Redshirt walks quitely into the mess hall, listening to various clanks and thuds emanate from below the decking.

Ford: Morni'

Redshirt: Shh

Redshirt snatches the lightsaber away from Lando C.

Lando: Hey man

Redshirt: Shh

The ensign sneaks over to the drain.

Ford: What's all this then?

Lando: I wan't that thing..

Redshirt: Shhhhhhhh!!!!

Ford and Lando are surprised into silence as they see the drain cover start to slide away from the drain.

Redshirt hits what he believes is the activation button on the ligh saber. Nothing happens. He hits another button and a small hologram of a provocatively dressed woman with way too much hair forms in front of him. Sloooowly, the drain cover is sliding.

The Ensign backs away from the drain, just as Morbius' head appears.

[Ford_Prefect]

H

Hello Doc. Nice day for a sewer crawl?

*takes the lightsaber away from RS*

I fear you may hurt yourself with this. . .

*puts said saber in with his towl*

[Dr. Morbius]

*Below H*

*Morbius finally finds the drain pipe leading to the floor of the Mess Hall. He sures up his footing as he shimmies up the pipe. The smell is unbearable, so he takes a deep breath, and keeps heading upward. Upon reaching the top, it takes a little effort to move the drian cover, but once it starts sliding, its fairly easy to open.*

Unhhh...

*The cover slides free. A shaft of light shines into the pit below. It blinds Morbius for a moment....his raises his head through the hole as his eyes adjust*

AHHHHHHH!!!!

*The sight of the young Ensign standing over him with a lightsaber gives the Doctor a good start. He nearly falls
backwards into the maitenence shaft but regains his composure enough to grab onto the pipe.*

Oh, hell. Can one of you give me a hand here? I'm sorry for the smell.......

[Ford_Prefect]

H

Gives the Doc a hand.

So. . . Anything interesting down there?

And may i say that its a wonderfull smell you have uncovered for us.

[Dr. Morbius]

H

*Grabs Ford's hand*

Ah, thanks for the assist, my good man. And as for that smell, its not entirely my fault. I believe some of it might be leftovers from this mornings breakfast. Blame the cook. Now unless any of you have any business with me right now, I must excuse myself so I can shower, change, and burn these clothes. Oh, and by the way...

*reaches into his pocket and pulls out his rabbits foot keychain*

Would any of you like a bit of luck? This damned thing has been no good to me.

[Ensign Redshirt]

H

Thanks, I could use a bit of extra luck about now.

The Ensign snatches the foot from the good doctor, and places it in his pocket.

By the way, how exactly did you wind up down there?

[R2-D2]

C

: heads to H to start making repairs :

[Dr. Morbius]

H

Well, I was checking the cargo in hold number 2. I wanted to make sure nothing was damaged, what with recent events. Something, or someone, ate a hole in the flooring under a box of "Hamdingers", so I wanted to check it out. I didn't see anything in the crevice out of the ordinary. But, like the clumsy fool that I am, I dropped my keys, and then I fell in while trying to reach them. To make a long story short, I fell in, and I think I unplugged something from the mainframe. Oops.

*His own stench becomes unbearable.*

Phew...if you gentlemen will excuse me, I must get going. I really need to get out of these clothes.

*Walks to Crew Dorms*

[R2-D2]

R2-D2 rolls into the mess hall

R2-D2: beep bup booooooooop woo (man, it smells BAD in here)

LANDO C: It’s okay little dude. The professor’s gonna leave soon

DR. MORBIUS: I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me professor. I highly doubt you could understand any of the vast knowledge I could impart to you

LANDO C: No need to get pissy man… It’s all good.

FORD PREFECT: Um, I think it’s unsanitary to be all gross like that in a food-service area… Let me consult my guide.

Ford Prefect starts to tap the keys of his book. But R2-D2 reaches out and grabs it and then starts smashing it over his head.

R2-D2: booooop booooop booooop boooop. (Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea. Bad idea.)

DR. MORBIUS: Fine… I’ll go change now.

Dr. Morbius leaves and goes to G. R2-D2 is still going beserk!

LANDO C: It’s the slug!

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Whatever man. You think EVERYONE’s the slug!

Ensign Redshirt, who has been growing ever bolder during the journey, finally becomes sure of himself and slaps Lando.

LANDO C: What the - ! I KNOW you didn’t just step to me, dogg.

Redshirt and Lando start sissy-fighting each-other, smacking and pulling each other’s hair and what have you. Andromeda runs in from the hall.

ANDROMEDA: What’s going on here? Can’t we all just get along?

R2-D2: beeepity boo woo wooooo (You all must die)

R2-D2 goes on a rampage – all his bells and whistles and lights and lasers and welding torches and grabbers go nuts and start electrocuting people and hitting them on the head. He even sends out a gas bomb into B, killing Hudson.

ANDROMEDA: Father, vent the ready room… We must get rid of the poison gas.

Over in the dorms, Crichton and Dr. Morbius, can hear a ruckus over in the Mess Hall.
CRICHTON: Think we should check it out Doc?

Dr. Morbius is in the shower, singing… he doesn’t hear Crichton.

CRICHTON: Screw it, I’m not going anywhere on my own. I’ll stay right here thanks.

R2-D2 is still kicking butt in a major way. He’s melted the Hitchhiker’s Guide, blown up the entire liquor storage – which burns off all of Lando’s hair. Andromeda is unconscious on the floor, a large bruise on her head.

LANDO: Damn man! That was a year’s worth of soul glow you just blowtorched.

R2-D2’s projector comes on…. The image is a disgusting purple blob with several eyes and a large skinny tongue with a triple-fork at the end. It begins to speak…

SLUG: You cannot capture me! I’ve lived for thousands of years. I’ve destroyed entire civilizations. This crew is no match for my superior slug brain. I will kill all of you before I’m through.

As though to prove it’s point, the slug rams R2-D2 into Andromeda, smashing in her skull, leaving brains to ooze out all over the floor. Redshirt quickly loses whatever courage he had and runs out into the hall and all the way into the engine room – R.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: I’m not gonna die. Think happy thoughts, Think happy thoughts. Don’t die, Don’t die……

He huddles under a control panel.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Please don’t find me. Please don’t find me… Everything is fine… Happy thoughts. Happy Happy Happy Thoughts.

Finally, Ivanova yells from the bridge.

IVANOVA: Father, shut down the R2-unit immediately… It is seriously malfunctioning.

FATHER: Shutting down R2-unit. Shut down complete.

LANDO: Sweet. I STILL ain’t dead! Of course I’m bald now… But dat’s cool. Now where’d that little redshirt boy go... I owe him a slap or two.

[SATURN CONTROL]

SITUATION CRITICAL... FATALITY COUNT GROWING... REQUEST FULL MISSION REPORT TO DATE.... HAVE YOU REACHED THE RE-SUPPLY POINT? ADVISE AS TO MISSION STATUS. ARE YOU THERE CCL2? COME IN... OVER

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Morbius is in the shower, singing a verse of his favorite opera. His own tone-deafness, combined with the running water completely drowns out whats going on just across the hall*

La lalalalaaaa la la al al de dah laaaaaaaaaaah!!

*completley oblivious to the carnage outside, Morbius wraps a towel around himself and steps out of the shower*

Morbius: Excuse me, Mr. Cricthon, have you seen my loofa around here?

Crichton: Theres something goin' on over in the mess hall, should we go and check it out?

Morbius: Normally, I would love to be helpful, but last time I went to "check something out," I ended up inside the ship. Besides, I'm down to my last clean set of clothes. I'm sure they have it well in hand.

*He searches through his footlocker, finds his favorite loofa, and goes back into the shower.*

[LandoCalrissian]

H

Da ladies love bald black guys.

Oh and t'all you beforehand takin the lightsaber from me and all dat...I gave the lightsaber back to Anakin in my last post, so that stuff earlier doesn't make any sense!

*Looks at the floor*

What's dis? ---sees Andromeda dead all over the floor--- What? WHAT?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

That damn slug! She was THE LAST CHICK! How'm I gunna survive without da ladies?????

And her BRAINS are all over da FLOOR! Dat is WACK, man! Dat is WACK!

[Anakin]

H

[runs into the Mess Hall after hearing some commotion]

Anakin - What the hell happened here?!?

Lando - R2 just whacked out and smeared Andromeda! We saw da slug thang too! Ugly mudda****a!

Anakin - So one of you is the slug now....It could be any of you. Ivanova, Lando, Crichton, Ford, was anyone else in here?

Ivanova - Dr. Morbius just went to wash up, and Ensign took off running in a panic, so it could be either one of them too.

Anakin - Are we totally rid of those other alien creatures or do we know? And does anyone know where the Captain is?!

[Ensign Redshirt]

R

Originally posted by SATURN CONTROL
SITUATION CRITICAL... FATALITY COUNT GROWING... REQUEST FULL MISSION REPORT TO DATE.... HAVE YOU REACHED THE RE-SUPPLY POINT? ADVISE AS TO MISSION STATUS. ARE YOU THERE CCL2? COME IN... OVER

I knew there were too many of us together just then, and I also knew that either Morbius or that R2 unit were infested.

Redshirt, recovered from his recent bout of discretionary tactical retreat syndrome, stands up and hits the transmit button.

"We're in some deep sheep here control. People are still dropping like flies and I don't kow if we even have any clones left. The ship has apparently lost navigation, we may be anywhere. We're out here, at the as* end of space. The slug is running rampant.

"Can you, maybe, send a fast cruiser with a biothreat team out here to take this thing off our hands?

The Ensign turns off the transmitter and calls out to father:

"Okay, who are the slug suspects now? Do we have any clones left (or spare parts in the case of R2), and Just exactly who is left of the crew?

[Anakin]

H

Anakin - Hold on..Who's navigating the ship? I heard FATHER say our navigational core is out, which means we have no idea where we're at or where we're headed...FATHER Did R2 get the navigational core fixed before he went off the deep end?

[LandoCalrissian]

H

Da crew who didn't DIE I think is as follows: (I copied it from the "total posts" thang and took out the dead dudes!)

LandoCalrissian
Arnold Schwartz (injured)
Ensign Redshirt
R2-D2 ?????? (possibly repairable, I dunno)
Dr. Morbius
John Crichton
Ivanova
Ford_Prefect
Anakin
Brin Lando
Melvin Frohike (who the hell is this dude? I dunno if he died or not!)

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Morbius steps out of the shower feeling refreshed and clean.*

Ah...I finally got rid of the smell of sewage eminating from from my pores. I've never felt so clean in my life.

*He dresses into his last clean change of clothes.*

Hmm..must remember to get some of these clothes laundered. Now, what was that about some sort of ruckus in the Mess Hall? Did that damned droid make a mess after I was gone?

*He walks across the corridor to the Mess Hall (H). He sees the the bloody carcass of Andromeda strewn across the floor. The general state of the Mess Hall is utter chaos.*

Might I ask what in the hell happened here?

[Ford_Prefect]

H

Is the shower free doc? I think i need a go.

Humm *pulls out the backup copy of The Hitchhikers guide*

always carry an extra since its my job to update it.

Starts to update the brain slug entry.

"Rude and mostly harmfull little buggers"

[FATHER]

R2-unit CAN be repaired... The Captain is in cryo-sleep in the Med-bay for an injury sustained while fighting the alien invadors.



There are no clone banks left.... Navigational core is only partially functional... Suggest you use star charts and visual confirmation for location.

[Ford_Prefect]

G

How nows about time for a shower. . . i never did like the sight of blood.


At least its not my own.

Doc do you have any sugestions as to what to put down in the book about brain slugs?

[Dr. Morbius]

H

*Yells across the corridor to G, in order to answer Ford's question*

Well, according to the ships logs, when I was infected with the slug, it actually sacrificed itself by fighting the little creatures that had infested the ship. It seemed rather selfless, but I think it was more of an act of self preservation rather than selfless behavior. I think that might make a worthwhile entry. Other than that, I'd say that the slug is just a pain in my ass.

Now, is the bar open? I could use a drink.

[Ford_Prefect]

G

Walks over to H

If thats so Doc why did the rolling trash can go nuts?

why did it say
SLUG: You cannot capture me! I’ve lived for thousands of years. I’ve destroyed entire civilizations. This crew is no match for my superior slug brain. I will kill all of you before I’m through.

And you say the bugger is dead?

[Dr. Morbius]

H

Of course not. I say that it is still very much alive. If you remember, I (infected by the slug of course) threw myself into the melee of creatures, and fought against them tooth and nail until the creatures killed the host body. The host died, but not the slug...granted, the slug knew that it could not be killed, but it did sacrifice its own safety and the host body to defeat the infestation of creatures. There was the chance that it couldn't have found a new host upon my death. It very easlily could have let the creatures over take the ship, and kill the rest of the crew....but for some reason, it didn't. This psychological aspect intrigues me. Upon my death, it inhabited a new host..in this case our little Astromech. Somehow, it evolved in order to inhabit a droid instead of some biological host. And, once the droid was shut down, it inhabited someone new. It could still be anyone of us. And, I believe that it is still very much alive..and obviously still very dangerous.

[Ensign Redshirt]

H

The Ensign strolls back into the mess hall just in time to hear the close of the Doctor's speech.

I've been thinking about that. The way I see it is, the slug sees all of us as threats to it's well being. As long as we know it's here, we can take steps to eliminate it. So it keeps attacking us. However, it waits until there are a number of us together to serve as possible hosts before it attacks.

I think that it is probably weak right after it jumps into a new host, and waits for a while to build up it's strength before it kills off another of us, therby dwindling down the "competetion". It does it's altruistic acts, or acts to save the ship while it's waiting for it's energy to recharge, so it can hide in plain sight.

I only wish I knew of a way we could use this to our advantage.

The other thing i owrry about is that the slug can infest machinery, like our R2 unit. What's to keep it from infesting the ship, taking over father, venting our entire atmosphere, killing all of us in one fell swoop, and launching itself unhindered to the stars?

[Ford_Prefect]

H

If you two gents don't mind let me explain a thing or two.

First you have to be vulnerable to be brave. Super beings aren’t brave because they can’t be hurt. Only normal beings can be hurt therefore only normal beings can be brave.

Second. Would you shut your bloody mouth and not give the little yard pest any ideas!!! It seems you’re a bit green, when it comes to space, and I will give you this one. However if I ever hear you giving ANYTHING any ideas on better was to kill us . . .

Well let’s just say you would prefer Vogon poetry.


We just need to calm down and think about things. It doesn't care about us so it just does what it has to do to save itself. All the better if it kills one of us.

And if it wants to kill us because we want to get it why dont we just make a deal with the thing that it can keep the body it is in and we drop it off at the nearist port of call?

[Brin Lando]

Brin Lando strolls into the Mess Hall. Everyone turns to look at him.

LANDO C: Who the hell are you dude?

BRIN LANDO: Lando

LANDO C: Nah, I don’t think so homes, I’m Lando.

BRIN LANDO: No, not Lando, first name… Lando, last name.

LANDO C: A’ight. Whatever man.

Dr. Morbius meanwhile is making the horrifying discovery that all the liquor was burned away in R2-D2’s attack. He falls to his knees with empty bottles in his hands and yells.

DR. MORBIUS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It’s not right! I was supposed to go first… I was always ready. (He shakes one bottle at the ceiling). Oh, wicked fate! You strumpet!!!!

Ford Prefect shakes his head, obviously becoming impatient with the rest of the surviving crew.

FORD PREFECT: Gentlemen, I think the issue at hand is a little more important than the liquor stock.

Dr. Morbius rises to his feet and comes at Ford with an empty bottle.

DR. MORBIUS: How DARE you!

LANDO C: Watch out man…

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: (interrupting)… He’s the slug! Come on Lando, get real would you?

LANDO C: What? I’m just trying to keep all of us alive… Our captain is injured, our lieutenant commander is MIA and who the hell is Frohike!

Frohike hears his name and walks in from the shuttle bay.

FROHIKE: I’m Frohike. Who are you?

BRIN LANDO: I am the evil of thousands of years! Weak after getting a new host am I? I’ll show you weakness!

Brin Lando grabs Frohike and twists his head around and around until it pops off like a soda bottle top. Then he raises Frohike’s body and begins to drink the blood out of the headless corpse as though it really WERE a bottle of soda.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Ewwww man. That is just SICK!

DR. MORBIUS: (whispering to Redshirt): Indeed good fellow… I suppose we can add total lack of couth to the creature’s description.

Brin Lando then turns to Ford Prefect and glares at him menacingly. Blood still drips from his mouth, staining the entire front of his uniform.

BRIN LANDO: I suppose you’d like to be next…. For your little “science project.”

He closes his fingers around Ford’s skull.

BRIN LANDO: What do you say… I think we’d make a delicious pair. Don’t you?

Ford proceeds to wet his pants making a little yellow puddle in the center of the growing pool of blood.

DR. MORBIUS: (still whispering to Ensign Redshirt) I have a plan.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: What?

DR. MORBIUS: I think we MAY be able to distract the slug long enough to communicate with Mr. Lando.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: You really think that will work?

DR. MORBIUS: I’m sure our comrade is still alive, just not in control of his body.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Okay… I’ll give it a shot. What do you want to do.

DR. MORBIUS: Grab that mop and follow my lead.

Ensign Redshirt grabs the mop and Dr. Morbius starts wiping down the countertops.

DR. MORBIUS: (loudly) It sure is dirty in here. I wish we had a custodial expert to help us!

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Yeah! You know who could really push a broom? That guy Brin Lando!

DR. MORBIUS: I say! You’re right. He was quite skilled at maintenance.

LANDO C: Are you guys whack? Brin’s the slug! And I’m right about it this time!

FORD PREFECT: Yes, I hardly think this is helping

DR. MORBIUS: My, I wonder what sort of solution would get out a mustard stain.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: That is a tough one, doc. I know that I have no idea what gets mustard off of stainless steel.

FORD PREFECT: You idiots… everything comes off of stainless steel. That’s why it’s called stainless.

BRIN LANDO: Trying to communicate with you friend are you? I assure you, he’s very much dead. I’ve made very sure of that.

ANAKIN: All right. That’s enough of this! I don’t care if Saturn Control DOES want this thing back alive… It’s gonna arrive dead.

He fires up his light saber and runs at Brin Lando.

BRIN LANDO: Foolish human… You are no match for me. You think something like a light saber can kill me… I AM ALL POWERFUL… YOU ALL WILL DIE.

Brin Lando tears off Ford Prefect’s left arm and smacks Anakin in the head with it. Anakin is knocked unconscious… Ford begins screaming and crying.

FORD PREFECT: OWWWWW! Not my arm!!!!

LANDO C: It’s a good thing it was your left arm man.

FORD PREFECT: I’m left handed… this is horrible!!!! WAHHHHH!!!!!

Then, suddenly, Brin Lando’s body explodes, sending chunks of him flying everywhere. Dr. Morbius ducks just in time to keep his last set of clothes clean. Ensign Redshirt however, gets pummeled in the face by Brin Lando’s intestines.

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: AWWWWW man! This is disgusting!

[Anakin]

H

[slowly get up]

Aww man...what the hell is all over the place?! This is disgusting...HOLY ****! Is that a friggin' eyeball?! [stumbles over to the bar]

Dr. Morbius - Are you alright Anakin? You took a mighty blow to the head from that slug!

Anakin - I'm fine...He's alot quicker and more powerful than I thought. I mean geez, he ripped off Ford's arm with ease, like it was a wet noodle! Oh damn! Ford! [everyone runs over to Ford who's sitting in the corner in shock]

Dr. Morbius - We gotta get him to the Med Bay before he dies. He's lost alot of blood. Give me a hand.

[Anakin and Dr. Morbius carry Ford to the Med Bay L]

Anakin - Hey Lando! Make yourself useful and bring his arm!

Lando - Aw man! 'Dis **** iz whack! Why da black man gotta carry da damn arm!

[FATHER]

Did I hear someone say I could become infected? ship shudders as father trembles in fear

I promise to let the weapons off of lock-down if someone will just fix the navigational core... or if they fix the R2-unit with the directions of just downloaded from Saturn Control

[Ensign Redshirt]

H then R

That's the last time I go near the mess hall when anyone else is in there.

Redshirt draggs the pieces of the r2 unit down the hall to the engine room where he knows there are a table and a box of tools. He starts repairing the droid.

Father is there somewhere on the ship I can go to ask you a few private questions? I have some technical questions I'd prefer the slug not hear.

[LandoCalrissian]

L

Here, Doc, here's the guy's bloody arm. Damn that's nasty.

Man, that slug sure is getting scared, though! He didn't post or show himself AT ALL when he was the janitor dude. And he only posted like once when he was R2! So we'ze scarin that thang away!

That reminds me. Hmm, Luke's gunna be pissed when I tell him his droid broke. And that his evil dad is here in his teenage form.

[Anakin]

L

Anakin - This guy is losin alot of blood, we need to do somethin, and fast!

Dr. Morbius - Grab those morphine shots over there and give him one, I'm gonna try and clamp what's left of his arm.

[Anakin grabs a shot and pokes it into Ford's thigh]

Ford - AHHHH! I'M GONNA DIE AREN'T I DOCTOR? AREN'T I?!!

Dr. Morbius - No Ford! You're gonna be fine! Just hang in there! Anakin try and restrain him some please, he needs to calm down or I can't get this done.

Anakin - I'll try...[Anakin focuses completely on Ford's unstable, panicy mind. Using the Force he manages to slowly calm Ford into a subtle, peaceful state.]

Dr. Morbius - And theeeere! Got it! Arm is clamped. Blood loss is stopped for now, but he's lost alot already...

[Lando comes creeping in holding Ford's arm with a pair of tongs]

Anakin - :rolleyes:

Dr. Morbius - Set it over in that tub and cover it with ice, there's not much we can do for him right now. Just keep givin him blood. I'll stay here with Ford, you guys can go.

Anakin - I heard FATHER say R2 and the navigational core both need fixed. Lando, you and I will go down and try and fix the navigational core. Ensign is already working on R2...I'll have my lightsaber just in case there's anymore of them alien bastards. FATHER, we'll need instructions on how to fix the navi-core.

[FATHER]

Originally posted by Ensign Redshirt
H then R

That's the last time I go near the mess hall when anyone else is in there.

Redshirt draggs the pieces of the r2 unit down the hall to the engine room where he knows there are a table and a box of tools. He starts repairing the droid.

Father is there somewhere on the ship I can go to ask you a few private questions? I have some technical questions I'd prefer the slug not hear.

Yes, you may private interface with Father at any time.

Just PM me

[Arnold Schwartz]

L

Arnold hears people in the med-bay and wakes up.

Waht are yhou people doing in heah? What hahppend to him?

[LandoCalrissian]

goes to L

Uh, basically, Cap, here's what happened: I thought Ensign Redshirt was the slug (and had good reason, damnit! How was I supposed to know the slug would decide not to post at all during that period?) and was arrested for a bit then let go. R2-D2 was actually the slug and he got all wacked out. He kinda blew up after the slug left, but we can fix them.

Then the slug went into Brin Lando, and so he killed Melvin Frohike(who the hell was Frohike? ;) ) and then he died, and now it's on the loose again!

[Ensign Redshirt]

N

Having fininshed repairs to the R2 unit, Redshirt wanders over to the computer bay to have a private chat with Father.

It may take some time for the r2 unit to reboot all of it's systems, but it's first directive is to go fix the navigation.

[Ford_Prefect]

L

How am i going to use my digital watch now?

*goes to sleep*

[Dr. Morbius]

L

I'm afraid I've done all I can.....my medical knowledge is fairly meager. I'm just a mere linguist. Perhaps we should enlist the services of the shipboard EMH.

*Morbius activates the Bashir EMH, and updates him on Ford's condition*

FATHER, could you please give me location data on all the other crew members, cross referencing their locations with those of the possible new hosts for the slug? I want to keep tabs on whoever might be the newest host. And could please quarantine Mr. Prefects's medical bed? He's a good chap, and hes's been through enough. I'd hate to have the slug try to attack him again.

*Morbius begins to walk out the Med-Bay*

Oh, and if I'm needed, I shall be in the dorms, doing a bit of "research." Please notify me there when you have the crew locations pinned down.

*Walks into the corridor K, en route to the Crew Dorms, G*

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Upon arriving at the dorms, Morbius immediately looks for the Krell scroll hidden under his bunk*

What the-----?

*He searches everywhere.*

I'm positive I left it right here. I don't think anyone saw me with it.....

*Morbius strarts tearing the dorms apart. Ripping open wall lockers, foot lockers, flipping bunks....it must be here somewhere.*

Blast it!! It must've been the slug. But how? He...he must've known I had it when he was inhabiting my body! But, who is the slug now? It must be them that has my scroll.....

[John Crichton]

H

*Walks into the dorm reading a peice of paper that he found in the corridor*

Interesting

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Morbius looks up, and sees Mr. Crichton with the scroll that he's been searching for*

Excuse me, John, um....may I inquire where you found that?

[John Crichton]

G

*Realise that someone is in the room*

wha??!! oh this bit of paper......well i was walking around the ship with my eyes closed to see if i could navigate if all the lights went out and then i was hit to the floor when some one ran past me...by the time that i got up to see who did it they were gone...Very rude if you ask me....anyway i looked down and saw this on the floor....


why what is it??

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Morbius looks nervous*

Um...well, it was just a research project I was working on back home on Altair. Its really nothing to be concerned about....I would just like to have it back......

You can't read it, can you?

[Ford_Prefect]

L

*wakes up groggy*

Um do i have an arm?

Why am i in this bubble?

Oh to hell with it. Im going back to sleep.

*sleeps*

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Crichton stares at the sheet of parchment, trying to decipher the anicent text. He seems rather puzzled. Dr. Morbius slowly walks towards Crichton.*

Ah....I see you can't read it, Mr. Crichton. Thats because......

*as he inches closer and closer he snatches the scroll from Crichton's hands and flees the dorms*

Where can I go?

*Edward runs down the corridor (K) and enters the first door he comes to. Its the Brig (D). With the relase of Lando, the Brig is totally empty.*

I don't think anyone will be coming in here. This should give me plenty of time to look this over.

*Morbius pulls up a chair sitting in the corner of the Brig, pulls out the scroll, puts on his reading glasses, and continues his studies.*

[Ensign Redshirt]

L

Since everbody seems to be hanging around in here I thought I'd join the party. I just had a chat with Father, about the slug. I though maybe we could trick the thing into infecting the ship's systems, then shutting them down, effectively trapping or killing the slug. Unfortunately, there'd be no way of rebooting Father, and we'd be dead in space.

Apparently, father's redundancy circuits aren't capable of recovering from a full shutdown. We'd be dead in space.

[Arnold Schwartz]

K

I hahve ahn idhea. Ivahnova, meet me aht the brihdge

[Ensign Redshirt]

O

Plans to fix the nava computer in his back pocket, the ensign enters the cargo bay.

Rassum Frassum astromech droid.

Tying off a length of cable to a large shipping crate, redshirt drops the remaining cable down through the hole identified earlier by Dr. Morbius.

Rassum ...all the crap jobs.... frassum, never a droid around when you need one.


Redshirt climbs down through the hole, flashlight in one hand, tools in the other, searching for the pulled plug.


Lousy @#$%... resign my %^&% comission...

[FATHER]

Navi-computer un-repairable. Sealing off effected sub-hull area.

[Ensign Redshirt]

O

Hold on! hold on!


Esn Redshirt climbs back up the cable and drops his tools.

Father, what are our options? How do we go about getting to our destination if we can't find it?

[FATHER]

I suggest you rely on your training. There are star maps in the navigation room. Use your visual abilities to see where you are going. Telemetry is still working so I will be able to tell you how far you are from an object... But you will need to identify it. The ship's log also has all our last plotted coordinates to be used to navigate the way home.

[LandoCalrissian]

H

So, where the hell we goin'? I've been a bit out of it, what are we doing and where we going?

---walks over to G---

Hey Doc, whatcha readin'?

[Dr. Morbius]

G

*Morbius is startled by Lando's entrance*

Oh, pardon me! You gave me quite a start! This? Oh, this is....um..nothing.

*He shoves the scroll in his pocket*

This is um..just a bit of research I was doing in my spare time. Nothing to be concerned with, I assure you.

*Morbius realizes that he'll most likely never get any peace on this ship*

Lando, my good man, do you have any suggustions on what we can do about our little slug problem?

[LandoCalrissian]

G

I dunno. Seems like the slug is deciding to do this thang where it doesn't even HAVE to post (or can post like once) in a period, which makes it real tough to identify it.

I probably ain't gunna make an accusation again...I already made two (that's two more than anyone else) one of which was correct and one which wasn't. They'll probably shoot me into space if I'm wrong again. So I'll just sit here, serving drinks, and hope he's caught before he infects me and I die.

[Arnold Schwartz]

G

Ah drink would be nihce Lahndo. Do you haave anything frohm Austria? Then I wahnt all crew here to fihnd out my plahn.

[John Crichton]

A

So what are we doing then.........where are we going.....personally i think we are all going round the twist

[FATHER]

WARNING.... Fuel cells at 10%... In other words... We're running out of gas... Need a refuel... Soon!

[R2-D2]

A
:beeeeeeeeeeep booop:
what's wrong now?

[FATHER]

We're running out of gas.... you'll all have to make a fuel stop SOON!

[Arnold Schwartz]

G

Ahl right I hahve this ideah. Everyone is going to cahrry a weahpohn - sharp sticks cahnt be deahctivated. If you think you see the sluhg, hurht the person juhst enough to stop them, not kill them. Then we'll tahke them to the mehd bay ahnd freeze them.

[Dr. Morbius]

G

Interesting plan Captain, but I have a hunch that it won't work too well. We have no conclusive evidence who the slug is until it attacks. And when it decides to attack, Sharp Sticks really won't do much good. What if one us suspects another crew member as being the slug, and incapacitates him out of sheer paranoia? In this dangerous climate, paranoia combined with weapons could be as dangerous as the slug itself. Are we going to freeze everyone that we suspect as being the slug? I think the plan could potentially work, but we need a fool-proof way to discover exactly who the host is, before we start dwindling our own numbers out of uncertainty.

As dangerous as the slug may be, right now we have other concerns....does anyone have any clue where we could get some fuel? Is there a re-fuel point anywhere near this sector of space?

[Ensign Redshirt]

G
I have to agree with the doctor, sir. Having been tossed into the deep freeze by Lando, I know how it feels to be unjustly accused. I agree that a tube is the best place for the slug to be thrown, at such time as we identify it. Giving the crew free reign to stab and toss other members of the crew is tantamount to declairing a game of tlrakian blood ball, and not letting anyone use their body armor.

Besides, if the slug is free to carry, and use, a weapon, that puts each of us in even greater jeopardy.

[LandoCalrissian]

G

The slug hasn't attacked in over two weeks! It's lazy as hell!

For the weapons and identifying thing, I think we should jus' announce it secretly to 'da crew and our reasoning for suspecting that person. If lotsa people agree then we'll freeze 'em and inspect 'em. The only thing that would be bad would be that if we actually got the slug it could just write a story post and have it escape, so having it being suspended or frozen while the reasoning is explained could be good, but whatevva . . . I dunno.

Oh, and about the fuel thingy, FATHER, where exactly would we gotta stop at?

[FATHER]

Too late ---- Fuel reserves empty....

(The ship floats aimlessly in space)

[Ford_Prefect]

L

Um EMH do i have two arms now?

(if the EMH isn't around i ask the bloody ships computer)

[FATHER]

Yes... your arm has been reattached... but do be careful with it... it's not at 100%

[LandoCalrissian]

Originally posted by FATHER
Too late ---- Fuel reserves empty....

(The ship floats aimlessly in space)

H

Uh, that sucks. Where's the backup power supply we have in here? If there isn't any we'll just have to contact home and have them pick us up and give us our fuel again, which would kind of suck.

[Longshanks]

Oh My Ghod! You're still at it!!! I've been gone for ages on my Castaneda-stylee voyage of self-awareness and I come back to find you're all still lost in deep space with the Speedy Gonzalez of the slug world still after your pink stuff!!! What you need is SATURN CONTROL with a road map :D

Public thanks to the slug for carrying this thread while I buggered off - when all is done the slug will be unmasked and can step (can you step with only one 'foot'?) forward to take a bow - despite what it says on the box, I haven't been running this thread for weeks now (not like anyone noticed I'd gone or anything :rolleyes: ;) )

When I get the chance I'll read through the thread and see what you've all been up to.

Live long and prosper folks......nah, on second thoughts, die young and have your brain replaced by a space slug - it's simpler that way :)


LS

[FATHER]

Receiving transmission.......

CCL2 - Can you hear us? This is the merchant vessel Carnivore7... Our sensors show you are losing power... Do you request assistnance? Is anyone alive in there?

(sorry to have gone missing, I have been assured things are picking up again... soon)

[bbf2]

It's too late. When the ship's fuel went out and the ship floated aimlessly, every crew member lost hope and killed themselves.

[MovieDudeGuy]

Man, I hate the way this just suddenly skidded to a stop...

[FATHER]

SHIP’S LOG: Year 4071

After floating adrift for countless years, the CCL2 was found abandoned in space. The Gamma Flyer shuttle pod was missing, several dead/ disembodied / disemboweled bodies were found strewn throughout the ship. All following data is taken from shipboard computer systems:

>>8-20-3002: 14:51
>Performing systems check – fuel reserves empty, life support at 100%
>Performing crew scan –
Dead: Melvin Frohike
Brin Lando
Hudson
Scully
Andromeda
Skinner
Rolo Tomasi
Carolyn Fry

>>>>> SHIP ALARM ACTIVATED IN SECTOR G >>>>>
> entity Arnold Schwartz overriding weapons lockdown - Sharp Sticks™ fully operational. Entity Dr. Morbius approaching Captain Schwartz. Security system voice recorder on.

DR. MORBIUS: Dear god, man – get a hold of yourself. I hardly think this is the time for our captain to fall apart on us.

ARNOLD SCHWARTZ: Yhou muhst DIE. Now!

DR. MORBIUS: Oh, wonderful, he’s the slug.

> entity Lando Calrissian sensed entering sector G

LANDO: Who’s the slug?

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: The Captain!

LANDO: I knew it! Man, you people never listen to me just cuz I’m a brotha! That is just whack!

DR. MORBIUS: Fine, Fine, Mr. Calrissian, you were right, you’ve always been right. Does that placate your ego enough? Now could you please turn your attention to the matter at hand?

LANDO: Sure thing doc.

> Shipboard intercom activated: transmission recorded.

LANDO: All remaining crew members report to the crew dorms! We gotta stop a sluggo.

>> Repeat Crew Scan 15:45
>All crew members located in sector G.

> Voice command recognized – Please proceed Commander Ivanova

IVANOVA: Father, lock down the crew dorms immediately! The slug isn’t leaving this room!

> Command valid – Titanium doors closed and sealed
> entity Redshirt releasing liquid metabolic waste… heart rate elevated… medical assessment - panic

> Security recording continuance:

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Do you just realize what you’ve done? We’re all gonna die!

>>>>>> INVALID OPERATION – hardwire system for sector J being tampered with. Armoury door open, lock down on all weapons deactivated. Sealing Armoury. Crewmember Redshirt contained inside Sector J.>>>>>>>

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Thanks you jeebus, thank you jeebus, thank you jeebus.

> Entity Jeebus not known – searching reference database

>>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Violence detected. Type – assault. Victim - Ford Prefect. Recording amplified. >>>>>>>

FORD PREFECT: ARRRRRRGGGGGH!!!! He ripped off my arm! Someone stop him!

ARNOLD SCHWARTZ: Yhou can’t stohp me! I could migrhate from hohst to hohst, killing ahll of you nhow!

LANDO: Damn! Bright Idea Ivanova!

>>>>>>>SECURITY WARNING: Violence detected: Type – assault. Victim – Ivanova. Recording. >>>>>>>>>>>>

LANDO: I hate you lady, you and your whole stupid mission!

> punches to head detected

IVANOVA: Don’t make me hurt you!

LANDO: Don’t worry, you won’t have to.

>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Fatality detected: Type – murder. Victim – Ivanova. Cause – irreparable spinal cord and brain stem damage as a result of over-rotation of neck. >>>>>>

DR. MORBIUS: Have you gone crazy?!! Schwartz is who we should be worried about – not each other!!!

LANDO: You want a piece a dis, doc?

>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Fatality detected: Type – murder. Victim – Ford Prefect. Cause – severe blood loss resulting from partial dismemberment, contributing injury – blunt force trauma to skull as a result of repeated impacts with dismembered limb. >>>>>

ANAKIN: What is going on here? Do I have to do everything?!!!

>> Lightsaber activated >>

>>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Fatality detected: Type – murder. Victim – Arnold Schwartz. Cause – disembodiment, severe blood loss, parasitic infection >>>>

>>>MISSION DIRECTIVE UPDATE: 8-21-3002: 00:15>>>

> Criminal Status and Payroll cessation – Lando Calrissian, Anakin
> Murder details being saved to personnel files. Transmitting to Saturn Control.

>> Parasitic Life form still present

ANAKIN: R2-D2, Can you open the doors?

R2-D2: ::: beeep boop bop ::: (I can try)

>>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Sector G lock-down compromised. Lock-down orders can only be canceled by initiating crew member. R2-unit off mission directive – shutting down >>>>

R2-D2: ::: bwoooooop ::: (powering off)

VASH: Look, is everyone okay? I just want to go home!

LANDO: Why don’t you shut up? You ain’t been a part of this mission from the beginning!
VASH: Oh! What are you gonna do about it? Kill me? Like you did Ivanova?

LANDO: Maybe! I’m already gonna serve time for one murder. Why not make it two?

ANAKIN: Lando, this isn’t right.

LANDO: Look who’s talking – Mr. Slicey McLightsaber.

ANAKIN: I did that out of self defense for all of us – what you’re doing is just insane!

VASH: Yeah!

LANDO: You wanna bring it? Go ahead!

>>> entities Chrichton and Dr. Morbius moving to aft portion of sector G >>>

CRICHTON: I’m staying out of this.

DR. MORBIUS: That’s quite a good idea. Mind if I join you?

CRICHTON: No. Hey, do you know a way I can activate Wenona?

>>> Weapon detected – status deactivated >>>

DR. MORBIUS: I hardly think we need more accidental deaths my good fellow.

CRICHTON: Look, I’m trying to save our asses here.

DR. MORBIUS: I appreciate that, but it seems our presence isn’t missed, so let’s just keep ourselves concealed for the time being.

CRICHTON: Fine

> elevated heart rate and respiration detected in John Crichton – analysis reveals frustration>

VASH: Go ahead you big sissy! Do something! I dare you!

LANDO: Oh NO you didn’t!

VASH: And what if I did?

>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Violence detected. Type – assault. Victim – Lando Calrissian and Vash. >>>>>

>entity Anakin moving to aft of sector G>
ANAKIN: I’m just gonna let those two finish each other off. I figure I have a better plea at self defense if I’m not involved.

DR. MORBIUS: Well, it’s a relief to see that we’ve gathered all the rational thinkers back here.

CRICHTON: Do you think the slug is dead?

DR. MORBIUS: I don’t know

> Voice activated query recognized – Please Proceed Dr. Morbius>

DR. MORBIUS: Do your scanners still detect a parasitic life form?

> Scanning…….. Affirmative, Dr. Morbius>

CRICHTON: Well that’s just peachy!

ANAKIN: Do you suppose it’s one of those two?

VASH: OW! ARGH! UGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

>>>>>SECURITY WARNING: Fatality Detected: Type – murder. Victim – Vash. Cause – repeated cranial trauma from punches, asphixiation/ drowning due to blood in lungs. >>>>>

> entity Calrissian moving toward aft portion of sector G >

ANAKIN: Stop right there! I think you’re the slug!

LANDO: What if I think YOU’RE the slug?

ANAKIN: Doesn’t matter – you’re the one behaving erratically. Anything I do will be in response to your threat.

LANDO: Oh, gonna cop to self defense huh? That would suit you.

ANAKIN: What do you mean, “that would suit me”?

LANDO: Self defense – you know – the wussy way out.

CRICHTON: Let him have it man!

ANAKIN: Are you my superior officer?

DR. MORBIUS: No, but I am – go ahead!
>>>>>>SECURITY WARNING: Fatality detected. Type – Murder. Victim: Lando Calrissian. Cause – Separation of brain and neural centers from rest of body – result of lightsaber blow to neck. >>>>>>>>

> Voice activated query recognized – please proceed Dr. Morbius>

DR. MORBIUS: Parasitic Life Form still about?

> Scanning…………. Affirmative>

CRICHTON: Great! So Lando wasn’t the slug?

ANAKIN: Guess not.

CRICHTON: That leaves you doc.

DR. MORBIUS: No, there’s still Ensign Redshirt in the Armoury.

CRICHTON: I don’t know. Seems unlikely.

DR. MORBIUS: I’ve been infected by the slug before – I think I would remember what it feels like. Trust me.

ANAKIN: The slug’s smarter than that. I think you better come with me, Dr.

DR. MORBIUS: And just where are we going to go. We’re locked in here, remember?

ANAKIN: Well, that ruins my plan. I was going to suggest we all go to the cryo-bay and freeze ourselves… after setting the ship to radio a distress call to Saturn Control.

DR. MORBIUS: That’s a good plan. Let’s see what we can do to make it happen.

> entities Dr. Morbius and Anakin walking to starboard door of sector G >

CRICHTON: Hey Doc! You dropped something!

DR. MORBIUS: Oh that’s just my Krell scroll, let me have it.

CRICHTON: What if you’re the slug – you could use this information against us.

DR. MORBIUS: Just to prove I’m loyal to this crew, I shall swallow this piece of paper.

ANAKIN: Crap! He’s choking. Save him!

CRICHTON: How?

ANAKIN: Artificial respiration!

CRICHTON: I’m not putting my mouth on his!

ANAKIN: You’ve got to. I don’t know CPR.

>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Potential Fatality Detected. Type – accidental. Victim – Dr. Morbius. Cause – choking. >>>>>>>

ANAKIN: Great – now he’s dead! All because you’re a homophobe.

CRICHTON: Oh please.

>>> Weapon lock down being tampered with. Wenona fully operational >>>

CRICHTON: All right!

ANAKIN: Woah, man take it easy!

CRICHTON: Not so tough when other people have a weapon. Are you?

ANAKIN: This isn’t going to accomplish anything

>>> Security system overload, circuitry malfunction in sector J. Doors opening >>>

REDSHIRT: Yes, that’s right, lightsabers and wenonas won’t solve anything… But this will.


>>>>>>> SECURITY WARNING: Multiple Fatalities Detected: Type – Murder. Victims – Anakin and John Crichton. Cause – third degree burns and related swelling, hyperthermal deterioration of circulatory and nervous systems resulting from prolonged exposure to Inferno Flamer Unit™ >>>>>>>

>>> Security breach detected – Starboard door of sector G melted. Weapons system at critical danger level – initiating full ship shut down. Draining life-support systems…. 90%. >>>

>> 8-21-3002 17:38

>Updated Crew Scans: All crew dead except Ensign Redshirt
>Parasitic Life Form Scan: negative – appears to have been eliminated.
> Life support systems at 60%

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: I’ve got to make it off this ship.

> entity Redshirt entering shuttle bay in sector E

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Now to start this puppy up.

>> UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS: Pilot codes needed for power up >>

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: I’m getting off this &%^@!%# ship right the ^$%# now!

>> DAMAGE – Security panel disabled. Gamma Flyer engines hotwired >>

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: WOOOOO HOOOO! I’m gonna live. I’m gonna live!

>> HULL BREACH – Gamma Flyer electro pulse rifle blasts to Shuttle Bay doors. Life Support systems at 10%………..5%…………0. Gamma Flyer out of scanner range.>>

>>> Performing Crew Scan >>>>

>Negative – no life forms
>Sending distress call – no nearby ships
>Activating homing beacon – damaged in Gamma Flyer departure
>Waiting.
>Writing all files to back up drives
>Compiling security log
>Complete.
>Awaiting further instructions
>Waiting
>Waiting
>Waiting
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>
>
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> Initiating computer data loop – 9 billion units of microchips on the wall, 9 billion units of microchips……

[bbf2]

Uh, okay. Interesting way to end it, everybody gets killed. I guess it's better than nobody posting anything.

Why exactly did my guy (Lando) turn evil? It doesn't explain it.

[Rogue]

Did my girl (Andromeda) die? Haha..well if everyone's dead..I guess so.

[pixiness]

Okay, I'll apologize now for the ABRUPT ending... you see... I was father... I was also the slug...

Unfortunately, about 3 weeks ago they had to rebuild my hard-drive here at work. I lost a lot of files... Including my passwords list. So, I had no way to sign on as Arnold Schwartz (the last infected victim before the end). Nor did I have any way to continue taking over victims. But I didn't want to let you all down completely, so I've been working on this for a bit.

As for why you went evil bbf2 (also known as Lando Calrissian) - you didn't go evil - just plain nutso about people being the slug and you being exploited for being a brotha.

Ensign Redshirt lived because, well, I liked them best. To be honest, I don't know who most of you really were. I knew Frizzo was Dr. Morbius, and I knew bbf2 was Lando, and Ivanova was Malice other than that - I was clueless. My method of attack was really to keep the people who posted/contributed the most around as long as possible. But thanks everybody... It was fun. Hope you all enjoyed

[pixiness]

Originally posted by Rogue
Did my girl (Andromeda) die? Haha..well if everyone's dead..I guess so.

You came close....

[FATHER]

MEANWHILE ON THE GAMMA FLYER:

Muffled grumblings come from the back seat

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: WHat the ^%(*$&#&%! Who's back there?

ANDROMEDA: It's just me.... Please don't be angry. I crawled in here so that I'd stop getting banged in the head and stabbed in the neck. What happened?

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: Well - long story short - you and I are the only survivors

Andromeda cuddles up to Redshirt

ANDROMEDA: oooh... my hero... how can I ever repay you?

ENSIGN REDSHIRT: well, seeing as how we might be the only people left to repopulate the human race...

The flyer get switched to autopilot, course set for Saturn the cabin lights dim and....

SHIPBOARD COMPUTER: inner turbulance detected in rear seating area

[Empusae]

Originally posted by FATHER
SHIPBOARD COMPUTER: inner turbulance detected in rear seating area


LoL

[Rogue]

Whoops..I guess I messed that one up then. Sorry guys, I thought she was dead already.

[pixiness]

It was my mistake - I thought you'd died, when really you'd just been knocked out a couple times

[HeadHunter]

damn i didnt get to use wenona

[Empusae]

and I'm sorry ford was so inactive. . . and i regret not using the hitchhikers guide more.

[Kitty]

darn, i was shut off, oh well, at least i got to help out a tiny bit in this ^_^ (yes i was R2-D2 if u were just wondering that right now)

[bbf2]

Gah! I actually figured out Pixi was the slug a little while ago, then I contacted her about it and she said "No, but I'm FATHER."

Which led me to try and figure out who it was . . . gah!

Frizzo was Dr. Morbius? I would have never guessed. That is like the exact opposite of him.

Arnold was MovieDudeGuy.

[Frizzo the Clown]

I can't believe I died by choking on my scroll. I guess I wasn't so smart afterall. ;)

[MovieDudeGuy]

Heehee, I was evil. Too bad I never used my battle axe:( Oh well. So, when's CCL3: The Island Of Death starting up?;) Seriously, I hope there's a new one!

[bbf2]

Originally posted by MovieDudeGuy
Heehee, I was evil. Too bad I never used my battle axe:( Oh well. So, when's CCL3: The Island Of Death starting up?;) Seriously, I hope there's a new one!

You were evil because you had the slug in you! I was evil because I was exploited or something.

[Hank Scorpio]

I couldn't find my death. All of a sudden I was dead. It was just kind of anticlimatic.

[Empusae]

despite its decline and sudden end it was a good run.

[S.A.M.G.]

That was a really good time.

I can't believe I was one of the only ones to survive though. (Esn Redshirt). I set the character up to die, a victim of his own curiosity and inexperience.

Thanks all, we'll have to do it again sometime.

[Frizzo the Clown]

Originally posted by S.A.M.G.
That was a really good time.

I can't believe I was one of the only ones to survive though. (Esn Redshirt). I set the character up to die, a victim of his own curiosity and inexperience.

Thanks all, we'll have to do it again sometime. And perhaps thats exactly why you lived, afterall. ;)

[bbf2]

Hmm, let's make a log....(I copied and pasted the list you get when you click on the amount of posts the topic has that says who posted and how many times in the thread, and deleted the non-players and stuff.)

FATHER (Pixiness)
LandoCalrissian (bbf2)
Ensign Redshirt (SAMG)
Arnold Schwartz (MovieDudeGuy)
Dr. Morbius (Frizzo)
R2-D2 (Kitty)
John Crichton (HeadHunter)
Ford_Prefect (Empusae)
Ivanova (TECH)
Carolyn Fry (Pixiness)
Dana Scully (Iben)
SATURN CONTROL (Longshanks)
Anakin
Andromeda (Rogue)
Skinner
Brin Lando (TyRoss)
Hudson (Colorado Cajun)
THGTTG (Empusae again?)
Melvin Frohike
Vash
Rolo (Hank Scorpio)

Which leaves us.... Anakin, Skinner, Melvin Frohike, and Vash.

[Empusae]

Originally posted by bbf2
[B]
THGTTG (Empusae again?)


Yes me again. . . its not like the book could do anything other than tell us useless, and i was planning, funny stuff.

[MovieDudeGuy]

So, who would make the next CCL? If there is a new one though, you can count me in!

[Frizzo the Clown]

Originally posted by MovieDudeGuy
So, who would make the next CCL? If there is a new one though, you can count me in! Yeah, if there is another, I want in too! I'm even willing to play another character (again....). Maybe I can throw everyone off again.

[MovieDudeGuy]

And I've got a good idea myself... heh... heh... heh...

[Empusae]

Same here. . . count me in.

[pixiness]

Originally posted by MovieDudeGuy
And I've got a good idea myself... heh... heh... heh...

If you've got a good idea MDG - I'd say go for it. It doesn't have to be slug-like possession this time, it can be anything you want.

Word of caution - running these suckers takes up a considerable amount of time.

[pixiness]

OH AND AS PROMISED - The score (so to speak)

Most "extra missions" - Ensign Redshirt
Most money earned - also Ensign Redshirt (sorry - I'm assuming all salaries were equal before hand - this is just what he earned for doing extra missions)

Most mobile - Lando Calrissian (by quite a lot)
Most talkative - (TIE) Lando and Dr. Morbius

Most popular hangout - The Mess Hall (H)
Least - Starboard Engine Pod (S)

Other interesting facts - The transporters were used only once - by Melvin Frohike
- Nobody wanted to take the drilling machine onto the planet
- Nobody tried to hack into father
- No one ever explored what the cargo was - IT COULD HAVE BEEN FUEL!!!! ;) :p

[Iben]

Originally posted by Frizzo the Clown
Yeah, if there is another, I want in too! I'm even willing to play another character (again....). Maybe I can throw everyone off again. everyone?...*cough* ;)

[pixiness]

Originally posted by Iben
everyone?...*cough* ;)

Ha ha :: double cough :: :p

[Frizzo the Clown]

Originally posted by Iben
everyone?...*cough* ;) It was just a general statement. For all I know, the only one I really threw off at all, was bbf2. He was the only one that commented on it.

[Iben]

Originally posted by pixiness


Ha ha :: double cough :: :p yeah well you knew because you were told. :p

[Frizzo the Clown]

Originally posted by pixiness
Most talkative - (TIE) Lando and Dr. Morbius

Most popular hangout - The Mess Hall (H)
Do you mean length of posts? Well then, thank you. ;)

[pixiness]

length and frequency - believe it or not, I counted how many lines of text you each had - it wasn't an exact tie, but it was pretty darn close

truthfully, i don't remember which of you technically had more lines

[Frizzo the Clown]

Originally posted by pixiness
length and frequency - believe it or not, I counted how many lines of text you each had - it wasn't an exact tie, but it was pretty darn close

truthfully, i don't remember which of you technically had more lines Ah..well, I just figured a guy that was supposed to be really smart like Morbius, might have a tendecy to be long winded.....

[S.A.M.G.]

I went the opposite way, keep my mouth shut and not attract attention to the fact that I didn't know my hat from a hole in the dirt.

[Longshanks]

Least number of posts: Longshanks...probably. :rolleyes:

Next time I come up with an idea I'll try not to bugger off half way through it.

Big thanks to Pixi for all the hard work - damn you gave FATHER a hard time! ;) :p

Next time we go for something a tad easier to moderate.

LS - praise to Pixi

[Hank Scorpio]

Originally posted by longshanks
Least number of posts: Longshanks...probably. :rolleyes:


Uh, how about 0 posts in the thread? :o

[Tardumb]

Great ending, great job by pixi...I liked the ending, almost made it to the very last, got to kill a couple guys....Heh, I was Anakin

[MovieDudeGuy]

Pix, my idea is that, with of course some help from my elders ( like a map, and playing as the villans) ( expierience, not age, possibly) I'd create a new one, which is entitled: CCL3: The Island Of Doom!

If anyone would PM to volunteer to help, I'd try and make it as good as I can, moniter the events, and add all sorts of interesting subplots! The Island Of Doom awaits!;)

[bbf2]

I know I'm in. Unfortunately I won't be able to particpate as much as I did with Lando because, well, school started and I doubt I'll have any more days when I'm in the house doing nothing for awhile!

[MovieDudeGuy]

Don't worry, only characters that absolutly don't post will be eliminated.

[pixiness]

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