|
Post by BMatt on Jun 15, 2005 9:00:26 GMT -5
Yes, but it's more mysterious if you "return" from the dead, when you've actually just been playing poker with a few dogs for all those years. Now I take umbrage to that remark...those were some dignified ladies...well until I hit that Royal Flush and the tops came off....
|
|
|
Post by PJ on Jun 15, 2005 17:36:35 GMT -5
Yes, but it's more mysterious if you "return" from the dead, when you've actually just been playing poker with a few dogs for all those years. Now I take umbrage to that remark...those were some dignified ladies...well until I hit that Royal Flush and the tops came off....Sorry, just trying to protect the kids. Censorship, you know?
|
|
|
Post by Amber on Jun 16, 2005 15:28:08 GMT -5
I can't remember if I've commented on this, but I have read it and I do like it.
|
|
|
Post by PJ on Jun 17, 2005 7:50:23 GMT -5
Entry Five!!!!! The first appearance of the Jacques-Come-Uppance. Take that, Jacques!
Entry Five
A few hours later…a figure, his arms and legs held in place by cool-looking lightning bolts that magically held him, looked up as a hooded figure entered his prison. “What do you want?” Ennui spat. The hooded figure ignored the spittle on the floor and said: “I want to know the locations of every Resistance base in the Internet. I know you know where they are; you are one of their generals, I believe, when you aren’t busy with your apprentice.” Ennui glared at the Haxx0r lord. Derik sighed. “I don’t expect torture to work.” “Yes. There is nothing you can use to get the information from me, so you should just kill me now, before my friends come here and free me.” Derik laughed. “There is nothing I can do to you? Bring her in!” He shouted. Two elite Vist guards (known as E-Vists) entered, dragging something between them. Ennui gasped. Her once purple hair where faded and dark, and hung limp from her head. Her face was wrinkled, and she could barely walk. The E-Vists lifted her head and Ennui saw that it was her. His Amber. But her eyes where fully dark; they had no whites. Those eyes where blank. Ennui couldn’t see any trace of the Amber he had known. “What have you done with her!” Ennui shouted, straining wildly against the electric bonds. Amber had been thought dead for years. “I’ve been experimenting on her.” Derik said with a grin. Ennui fell, exasperated, and was caught by his bonds. Defeat covered his face. “Now, the locations of their bases!” Derik said, his voice rising. Amber was perfectly still. “No.” Ennui whimpered. Derik withdrew a small scalpel from his robes. “Where are they!” He demanded. “No!” Ennui half-shouted, half cried. “Very well then.” He advanced upon Amber.
Meanwhile, another Haxx0r lord had just landed on the crime site “The Quiet World”. He had felt quite a few Code emanations coming from this site, and had decided to check it out. Things where getting rather stressful, PJ decided. First, his fight with Dante, then his fight with Ennui and Akbar, and now another fight was approaching. Usually the Intelecteers hid and PJ had to track them for months. But no, something was up. Dante had laid a trap, and then he and Antenora and Ennui had planned to trap the Haxx0r master on Fiction Press. And to top it all, some Intelecteers on Altavista had destroyed the Copy-Machine. But they had left before PJ could catch them. PJ sighed. He needed some sleep. After this assignment, he decided, he would get some rest. So as he landed with a slight thump, he had no idea that he another space ship had followed him, and was also descending upon this brutal, crime-filled site.
PJ stalked through the streets, cursing the heat. The Quiet World was run by an individual known as Michael the Hutt. PJ intended to question him about the Intelecteer hiding in his site. The Hutts where very rich, and possessed a large fleet of net-pirates. The Empire had decided that it would be too much trouble to invade the site, so an uneasy truce was made. Suddenly, a teenager blocked PJ’s way. “I know you, you’re PJ!” He exclaimed. He removed his hood. “Jacques?” PJ gasped, bewildered. “Yeah. PJ, you’re a Haxx0r. I'm going to eliminate you all, you Haxx0r diseases! Then again, why bother? Most of you don't have any idea what it truly means to be a Haxx0r.” “Wha-“ PJ began but was interrupted. “Hahaha. I could destroy your little Haxx0r insurrection very easily. First of all, you're doing it totally wrong. You're not supposed to reveal yourselves to the Intelecteers so you started it wrong.” “But-“ “Second of all, Haxx0r blades must be red. It's the rule. No purple, and certainly no blue or green.” “Wait a minute-“ “Thirdly, you guys can't do anything and you have no power. You're just randomly doing stuff and pretend you're evil and darkish. Plus I don't have to destroy you. The Haxx0r destroy themselves, whether it's a deadly mind bomb or treachery, it always works.” “Screw you!” PJ said and cut him in half with his purple sabre. He kicked the lifeless corpse. “What the hell is a mind bomb anyways?”
Darth PJ violently shoved aside a pair of squabbling n00bs as he finally reached the palace in which Michael usually dwelled. Two huge guards stood at the door, and two even bigger guns rested in their enormous hands. “Piss off.” They grunted, raising their guns. PJ, not even taking notice of the two behemoths, hurled them aside and walked through the archway to the palace. Several armed soldiers of different races instantly surrounded him. Darth PJ removed his hood (in a cool way, naturally) and said “Tell Michael that Darth PJ of the Empire wishes to see him.” The guns immediately where lowered. PJ’s name, although it wasn’t really a Haxx0r name*, it was known throughout the Internet. He was Derik’s successor, so one day, he would become the Emperor. Most people envisioned him as a huge, evil looking man, rather than a blonde-curly haired guy who was of average height and wore glasses. Recently, he had colored his hair black, and it was more Haxx0r-ish, but he still did not look like a Haxx0r lord. Which, he claimed, gave him his edge. No one expected him to be one of the most deadly people in the Internet.
*Like Gothslayer or Ladystrangler or Blackdeath. You know.
Curiously enough, two other Intelecteers where in the same site, in the exact same city, looking for the exact same Intelecteer that PJ was, without knowing their enemy was doing the same. “I thought she was dead.” J. asked. “You know…with her…uh…” Pandora nodded. “PJ did wound her quite a bit. But she’s recovered, and she’s been hiding out here ever since, fighting crime. She might not want to come with us, though. I think she might have given up being an Intelecteer…” J. shrugged. “We’ll see.”
“PJ! Long time no see.” Michael shook the Haxx0r lord’s hands vigorously. “The link-race is just about to begin. Wanna watch?” PJ shook his head. “I have business to attend to.” Michael shrugged. “Whatever. Here, sit down. Eat something.” He sat down on a long and comfortable looking couch. PJ sat down and sipped some green drink that tastes like bananas. “So I’m looking for an Intelecteer in this fine city of yours. Any idea where he might be?” Michael the Hutt’s face darkened. “I don’t want any trouble. Last time you picked a fight in my streets, you destroyed quite a bit of my fine city.” PJ’s smile vanished. “That was necessary. Dupin was a traitor.” Michael sighed. “I don’t know about any Intelecteers.” PJ considered this for a moment. “I think you’re lying. Tell me what you know.” He stared deep into Michael’s eyes, and commanded him to reveal all. The defiance in Michael rose, and he resisted as best as he could. Finally he turned away, defeated. He was no Intelecteer, nor was he a Haxx0r, so he couldn’t resist PJ’s hypnotic gaze. “She lives at this address.” He said, and wrote down the address onto a piece of paper and handed it to PJ. “She?” He had been expecting Akbar. PJ read the address. “667 Black Street. How curious.” He stood. “Well, Michael, it’s been nice. I’ll make sure the Empire doesn’t crush you.” He turned to leave. Michael glared at his retreating back, hatred gleaming in his eyes.
As Darth PJ headed towards 667 Black Street, a dark cloaked figure stealthily followed the Haxx0r lord all the way to his destination, where the dark figure waited outside as PJ opened the door and entered the house. The figure waited a few minutes, and was about to enter, when two other figures climbed the stairs and entered the house. The dark figure stroked his chin, contemplating this new turn of events.
PJ quietly entered the house. He fired up his lightsaber and hugged the wall. He moved along into the next room, when we was tackled from behind. He shouted and fell, grappling with his attacker, and kicking her off him. He stood and his lightsaber sped back into his hand. Opposite him, Celinra stood, her hands hidden by her long, dark sleeves. “PJ.” She said, and her eyes narrowed. The Haxx0r lord in question smiled. “I’ve come to finish what I started so long ago.” He took a step forwards. Celinra smiled. “You may have cut off my hands, PJ, but that doesn’t mean I can’t defend myself.” She raised her hands and the sleeves fell away to reveal robotic claws in place of her hands. She smiled. “That’s not all.” She closer her eyes, and two purple lightsaber beams erupted from her wrists, just above her hands. PJ’s eyes widened, and he took a step back. “Uh, is there any place we can fight that isn’t so cramped?” He asked, cautiously. In such close quarters Celinra had the advantage. Celinra nodded and smiled sweetly and led him to a large practice hall. “I practice daily.” She explained. PJ decided that perhaps this wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Celinra attacked viciously, using her two sabers to their maximum advantage, forcing PJ back across the hall. “I’ve waited for this moment ever since we last parted.” PJ smiled. “I had no idea you enjoyed my company that much.” Celinra kept smiling and twirled rapidly, slicing him across the cheek. PJ touched his cheek and felt the blood. “You know, I should probably thank you, because that’ll leave a really cool scar. But I’d rather kill you first.” He leapt forwards, forcing Celinra’s arms upwards, and tackled straight into her. He struck her hard in the face, and she struggled underneath him, but he held her arms fast (with the Code and with his left arm) whilst he drew Dave from his robes with his other hand. “Goodbye, Erin.” He breathed, and slashed forwards with Dave. Celinra below him yelled and kicked upwards with her feet, throwing PJ off. He smashed into the wall and lay dazed for a moment, while Celinra rolled and got to her feet, her blades cutting into the floor. Celinra focused the Code and sent Darth PJ’s saber flying across the room. Now he only held Dave in one hand. A malevolent glint entered his eye. “I’ve always wanted to try this,” he said, and withdrew two grey disks from his robes*.
*For the sake of this story, every item conceivable can be stored in robes. Lightsabers, light-knives and spoons, light-disks, daemons, remote controls and lots of other things. I’d reveal how this is possible, but I’d have to explain how the inside of a robe is bigger than the outside, and you wouldn’t understand all the technical jargon anyways.
Celinra held her sabers ready, and Dave hovered above PJ’s head, ready to defend his master. PJ whirled and hurled the disk straight at Celinra, and activated it as it flew. The grey disk lit up and a glowing light surrounded the edges. They where light-disks, made from the same material as the lightsabers, which made them virtually indestructible. Celinra leaned back in a cool Matrix move and the first disk whizzed past her head, whilst PJ threw the second, which she hit with her lightsaber, causing it to deflect and smash straight through the wooden walls of the training hall. Meanwhile, Celinra backflipped upwards as the first disk sped back, aided by PJ’s Code-skills. The second disk then erupted from the floor, almost hamstringing her, and the first one whirled past and cut her leg slightly. To top it all, Dave attacked then, and she was forced to deflect him with her right-saber whilst knocking the disks back with her left one. This left Darth PJ free to calmly collect his lightsaber and approach the besieged Intelecteer. “You fought valiantly, which I respect. Goodbye.” He raised his sword to strike, when he felt something and turned….to see J. and Pandora enter the training hall. “How many more of you cretins am I going to have to kill?” He asked exasperated, and sent Celinra flying into the wall, where she lay unconscious. The disks and Dave hovered above him*
*Dave above his head, and the two disks above each shoulder. It looked pretty cool, which was exactly what PJ wanted.
They all flew at the new enemies as PJ charged forwards, and J. and Pandora quickly drew their sabers. Walter burst from J.’s robes and headed straight for Dave, whilst Captiosus chose to distract the disks, and flew around the hall in the form of a hummingbird, the disks chasing after him. J. and Pandora attacked simultaneously, albeit rather stiffly, their wounds from their previous battle with the Battle-Droid still slowing them down. That said, PJ wasn’t feeling to well himself; the Doctor-Droids on Derik’s personal ship had done the best they could on his numerous wounds, but he was still not as fast and strong as he could be. Besides, he needed a nap. Badly. Pandora and PJ where pretty evenly matched, but he defeat both of them at the same time. He went on the defensive, and held them off, hoping that his disks would catch Captiosus and kill J. in the same blow. But no, PJ’s luck was gone, for after only five minutes of intense battling (PJ had already accumulated quite a collection of minor cuts and bruises) the cloaked figure entered the hall. He took one look at the situation and threw back his hood, and turned on his lightsaber.
Akbar’s green lightsaber lit up as he advanced upon PJ. His shoulder-wound still hurt him quite a bit, but he insisted on avenging his mentor. PJ saw the Intelecteer rush at him, and decided to throw in the towel. He turned off his lightsaber and raised his hands, and he pressed a button on a remote control hidden in his robes with the Code. “Stop!” He shouted, and the two disks returned to his side, and disappeared into his robes. Dave who was fighting Walter, froze, and returned to his master. He was glad, because Walter was more older and powerful than he was. The three Intelecteers as well as Walter and Captiosus surrounded him in an instant. “Let us kill him, and be done with it. He does not deserve to live.” Akbar said, hatred showing on his face. “Maybe we can use him as a hostage, or something. Force the Emperor to retreat from a site, or something.” Pandora suggested. “Yeah. He may prove useful to us.” J. added. PJ said nothing, only smiling, as he prepared to leap upwards. Then the roof exploded as something large smashed down.
PJ leapt up and held onto the underside of his ship. Using the Code, he manipulated the controls and the net-ship blasted off, leaving the Intelecteers behind. He opened a hatch, and climbed in, after which the ship blasted off into Hyper-link. He immediately contacted his master. “They are gathering. J., Pandora, Akbar and Celinra are all together. If they team up with Antenora and Dante, we’re done for!” His distressed message was greeted by a quiet chuckling. “You have much to learn, my young apprentice. Much to learn.”
PJ's thoughts: Heh, I liked the Jacques mocking parts. He actually said those things in the Star Wars thread a while back. I edited them slightly so that they fitted the story. Heh.
|
|
|
Post by Dante on Jun 17, 2005 8:02:35 GMT -5
Good chapter, right balance of fighting and talking, [insert compliments here], write more.
|
|
Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
Posts: 15,891
Likes: 113
|
Post by Antenora on Jun 17, 2005 8:14:31 GMT -5
I liked the footnotes you're adding now. Very good chapter[insert better compliment here].
|
|
|
Post by Celinra on Jun 17, 2005 9:18:04 GMT -5
I like this chapter muchly. And not just because this is probably one of the biggest scenes I've ever had in a story. Honest.
And I enjoyed the Jacque-mocking scene. Just because it was, like, word for word from the topic, so it amused me greatly.
|
|
|
Post by Ennui on Jun 17, 2005 9:33:04 GMT -5
Liked the Jacques teasing, loved the robes, hated what you did to Amber. I will be revenged!
|
|
|
Post by Amber on Jun 17, 2005 11:49:00 GMT -5
I think I missed this before I went to sleep. It's good.
I can't remember if you told me what would happen to me or just gave me vague hints.
Celinra's hands are cool.
|
|
|
Post by PJ on Jun 19, 2005 4:41:16 GMT -5
Next part!
Entry Six
The three Intelecteers where stunned by PJ’s escape. Akbar was the first to react. “After him!” He shouted, and leapt for the door. “Celly!” Pandora shouted and rushed over to tend to her unconscious friend. “We can take her with us! Now come on, everyone into my ship. We can still catch him!” He opened the door, and J. followed him. Pandora grabbed the unconscious Celinra, and heaved her over her shoulders, then she jogged out after them.
Dante and Antenora, sitting in a net-ship, drifting randomly through the Internet in hopes of finding their companions, did, amazingly, do exactly that. They felt a slight tingle which they recognized as the Code. They headed in that direction, going very fast, but not hyper-link speed, in case they lost the feeling. Suddenly, a ship whizzed past them. PJ’s ship!
A moment later, another ship flew past them. Antenora closed her eyes and sensed four people within the ship. “There’s four Intelecteers in that ship! I’ll follow it.” She grabbed the controls* and zoomed off after Akbar’s net-ship.
*Dante is incredibly incompetent with a net-ship. He has failed his license five times, even when he used the Code to help him land. When PJ isn’t fighting for his life, he often makes fun of Dante. Antenora does ALL the driving. She is quite excellent at it.
“Ah. They’ve joined. Now, I suspect, they will try and rescue Ennui…” The Dark Lord laughed evilly, and Colin did too, at his side. “Soon! Soon the Internet shall be ALL mine!” Derik said and stroked Colin, who purred contently, as he gnawed on a human finger.
PJ’s ship sped towards an enormous Imperial Battle Ship, and landed in the docking bay. Antenora, using her superior Code-powers, sensed another presence within the battle ship. One she knew well. “Ennui! He’s in there!” She shouted as Akbar’s ship landed in the docking bay, beside PJ’s ship. Antenora sped forwards and landed too, and jumped out. She simply shouted “Hi!” And waved to the four Intelecteers who climbed out (Celinra had awoken). Dante leapt out. “No time for chit-chat! PJ’s run in there!” Akbar said, and pointed at a metal door. “We have to go after him! This might be the last chance we have of getting him! He killed Ennui!” Antenora shook her head. “Ennui is alive and on this ship somewhere. I suggest we go find him.” They all turned to the door where Dante had already cut a hole in. “To increase our chances of finding Ennui or PJ, we will split up into three groups. Pandora and Celinra can go together, and J. and Akbar. I’ll go with Antenora. If you find Ennui, free him, but if you find PJ, call for help.” “Wait!” Akbar shouted, and dived into his ship. He returned a moment later, and handed out three walkie-talkies, one for each group. Then he and J. leapt through the hole and where gone, followed by Dante and Antenora. Pandora and Celinra went last. And so the hunt began.
Akbar and J. went the way PJ had. Akbar had quite a grudge against his former friend. Occasionally, in long corridors, they caught a glimpse of him, but he always was ahead of them. “This reeks of a trap!” J. puffed. “I don’t care!” Akbar shouted. They rounded another corner and came face to face with two E-Vists. PJ was gone. The E-Vists pulled their weapons, long red light-whips. “Our master’s new invention will defeat you!” They shouted simultaneously.* Suddenly, in a puff of random smoke, Jacques appeared again. Death, it seemed, was not enough to stop his whining. “How astute of you, those already exist, but the only ones I've ever seen were used by a bounty hunter and not E-Vists. It was, nonetheless, quite effective, but an Intelecteer managed to steal the first one. So is this stupid movement dead yet?” The E-Vists grunted and flicked their light-whips, and Jacques carved up in an instant. But he would return. His type always did.
*E-Vists are quite a bit more intelligent and stronger than normal Vists, but they take an inordinate amount of time to copy, so there are only a few scattered around the galaxy.
Pandora and Celinra rounded a corner and suddenly a metal door slammed shut behind them. They found themselves in a big room, which had metal parts and robot arms scattered about. It was some sort of laboratory. A large screen in the middle of the room turned on. PJ’s face glared down at them. “Hello, Pandora. Hello Celinra. I hope you are well. Because today is the day you will die. Have fun.” The screen went blank. A noise echoed through the lab, and Celinra turned. In the shadows of a particularly cluttered corner, a large shadow stood. “Oh.” Two red orbs suddenly appeared, and the creature stepped forwards. “OH!” It was a Battle-Droid, identical to the one Pandora and J. had faced before. “It’s resistant to lightsabers!” Pandora said. The plasma cannons on its shoulders lit up. “Take cover!” Celinra shouted and the two Intelecteers dived aside, as twin blasts of plasma struck the wall with an explosion that shook the floor. Pandora, quick as a cat, leapt forwards and ran underneath the creature’s legs, slashing at it with her saber. An arm lashed at her, and she ducked, hacking at the same spot of the leg. Celinra’s twin swords lit up, and she leapt up onto the creature and wrapped her legs around its waist and held her swords onto the droid’s arms, slowly cutting through them. Its hands reached to grab her, but an invisible shield of Code formed around her, so they scratched and hit it, to no avail, while she continued to cut through its arms.
Meanwhile, Akbar and J. where locked in battle with the E-Vists. The right one flung its whip, which wrapped around Akbar’s weapon. The two then had a game of tug-war. The E-Vist was quite a bit stronger than any human, but Akbar was using the Code to aid him. Whilst they two tugged, J. kept beating away the E-Vist’s whip. She tried to get close enough to cut it, but it was defending with distance, keeping J. at bay. Captiosus sat this one out, for the flailing whips could easily hit him, and end J.’s life as well. Walter, however, was trying to cut through the whip of Akbar’s aggressor. Failing this, Walter then started darting at the head of the virus. And so Akbar was able to yank his lightsaber back, and the Elite Virus’ weapon at the same time. The E-Vist turned back just in time to see Akbar’s saber swing at him. It was the last thing he ever saw. Akbar and Walter then turned upon J.’s E-Vist, and it saw that it was outnumbered. It froze, and pressed a button on its belt. J. and Akbar hadn’t ever fought E-Vists before, so they weren’t familiar with their weapon repertoire. So J. and Akbar could only watch as the E-Vist self-destructed, hurling them into the metal walls and severely scorching the floor, ceilings and walls.
Pandora struck the droid on the leg once more, and then she sensed something. She let herself go limp and fell just as another plasma blast whistled over her head and struck the wall. She looked up and saw another Battle-Droid approach her! Celinra raised her saber-arms and hacked downwards, severing both arms simultaneously. She dropped off the creature and looked around for Pandora, who had vanished. She heard a shout and an explosion and turned around, and saw her friend battling another Droid. She dashed towards her, but the first Droid, now deprived of its arms, sent two plasma-blasts after her. They hit the floor behind her and the resulting explosion hurled her onto a lab bench where she crushed several glass vials. The creature’s cannon’s, ominously, started to glow again.
Dante and Antenora, after interrogating a Vist, found the jail block, and their Intelecteer friend within it. They melted through a thick metal door and found him suspended by electricity. Antenora swiftly swung her blade, and cut away the two lightning-generators, whilst Dante rushed forwards to catch his old friend. Ennui was unconscious, but seemed unhurt. “Amber…” he mumbled. Dante shook him roughly. “Wake up!” He shouted. Ennui didn’t wake. “Let’s just take him with us. We can wake him in the ship.” Antenora grabbed the walkie-talkie “We’ve found Ennui. Let’s meet back up at the ship.” They left the jail cell, when the walkie-talkie buzzed. “…need help! Come quickly! To K-Block! We need.....” Antenora froze. “Let’s go.” She said. They left the Jail Block and headed for K-Block, which they had passed on their way here. “Don’t you think it’s strange how we aren’t meeting any guards?” Dante shrugged. “Their probably all fighting the others. Why, do you suspect a trap?” Antenora nodded. “Well, we’ve got Ennui. You’d think that the trap would have been sprung when we freed him…” Antenora didn’t answer. They continued on.
Celinra was facing death when, miraculously, Akbar and J.* leapt at the Battle-Droid, pushing it over entirely, and the plasma blast whistled past her, and detonated upon another of the walls, leaving another gaping hole in it.
*Like most stories, there will be no explanation how Akbar and J. managed to awake, then find their companions, and arrive just on time. So there.
Celinra got off the table and stumbled over to the Battle-Droid, and helped cut into its chest. The reinforced armour was no match for the four lightsabers (and one light-knife) so the Droid was quickly shut down. Then they all turned to find Pandora still battling the second Droid, and all three Intelecteers sent a blast of Code at the creature. In an amazing display of punctuality, Dante and Antenora sent an identical blast at the same time, having just arrived a second ago. The combined blast threw the Droid through three steel walls where it lay battered and broken, and unable to fight. In another display of excellent timing, Ennui decided to awake just then. “AMBER!” He shouted and jerked up. He calmed down a moment later, and found that six Intelecteers where around him. “It’s a trap!” He shouted, just as PJ entered the room. “And a brilliant one, if I do say so myself.” He said, taking credit for Derik’s idea.
Akbar was just giving Ennui his lightsaber back when PJ entered. He shouted, and rushed at PJ, his saber passing right through PJ’s waist. “Nice try Akbar. But I am merely a phantom, created by PJ’s incredibly good knowledge of the Dark Side. A cool hologram, basically. And PJ is controlling whatever I says or do.” Akbar ignored the phantom, and swung his sword through it several times, until Ennui grabbed him by the shoulder. “We don’t have time for this!” he shouted. “Besides,” he said, his voice turning wise and mysterious “It is not the Way of the Intellect, young apprentice. Control your anger.” “And we have to leave right away!” PJ smirked. “Do you really think I’m going to let you walk away? While you fools rushed after my phantom, I stayed in my ship, and, after you all had left, I destroyed every ship in that hangar. You’re trapped on this ship. Also, I suggest you hold onto something in about three seconds.” “What?” J. managed to ask before an explosion rattled the Battle Ship, sending everyone flying. “Oh yeah, I forgot to mention the bombs I placed on this ship. You have,” He looked at his watch, “exactly ten minutes before the next bomb explodes. The blast will entirely destroy this ship. Good luck!” PJ faded away, and as he did, he laughed mockingly. “Come on! Let’s get to the escape pods! I know the way*.” Ennui shouted and dashed off, the other six Intelecteers behind him.
*Precisely HOW Ennui knows these things, even I do not know. Just keep reading, and quit nit-picking.
Three minutes later, they arrived to find every escape pod had already left. PJ appeared again, a grin on his face. “I instructed all of the crew to leave. Only a few Vists, those two E-Vists and the two Battle-Droids remained. And this phantom, of course. It can become invisible and can walk through walls, by the way. It’s quite handy. So yeah, six and a half minutes left. But you won’t escape. I won’t allow it. And I think I’ll leave now. I’d love to stay and gloat, but I have to fly away in my ship first.” He faded away again. “Let’s get the controls! Maybe we can somehow get rid of the bombs!” Ennui suggested, and dashed off again. Another two minutes later, they found the entire cockpit to be destroyed. “That must have been that first blast. Damnit!” Ennui shouted. Dante grabbed him by the shoulders. “Isn’t there any way out of here? Like some bomb-proof escape pod that PJ forgot about?” Ennui’s face lit up. “I know a place. Come on!”
Exactly three and a half minutes later, PJ’s bomb went off, and the entire Battle-Ship exploded, sending random hunks of twisted metal into the vast emptiness of the Internet. PJ, who had been watching from his spaceship, laughed in delight and sped off to tell his master the good news. PJ's Thoughts: I liked this one. Dunno why. Next Entry is even better, though.
|
|
|
Post by Ennui on Jun 19, 2005 5:20:21 GMT -5
Yes. It was cool. I'm becoming acclimatised to your fight scenes...and I find your footnotes unutterably hilarious.
|
|
|
Post by PJ on Jun 19, 2005 5:41:47 GMT -5
Yes. It was cool. I'm becoming acclimatised to your fight scenes...and I find your footnotes unutterably hilarious. The Footnotes continue in my Doctor Who story. Mwahahahahaha!
|
|
Antenora
Detriment Deleter
Fiendish Philologist
Put down that harpoon gun, in the name of these wonderful birds!
Posts: 15,891
Likes: 113
|
Post by Antenora on Jun 19, 2005 7:48:17 GMT -5
The footnotes are funny indeed(but don't malign Dante's driving skills). I also liked the bit about Colin purring and gnawing on a finger.
|
|
|
Post by PJ on Jun 19, 2005 7:53:45 GMT -5
The footnotes are funny indeed(but don't malign Dante's driving skills). I also liked the bit about Colin purring and gnawing on a finger. If you'd ever seen Dante drive, you wouldn't be saying that. ;D He can drive a TARDIS well enough, though. And thanks for the compliments.
|
|
|
Post by Dante on Jun 19, 2005 10:38:50 GMT -5
I have no idea how well I would actually drive - reluctantly, in all probability. I like to relax in the car, and so I think driving - be it car, helicopter, or net-ship (TARDISes appear stationary, though, so they're different) would most likely not be my cup of tea, and I would avoid it, where possible. Still, you never know. Given time, I may learn to enjoy it. But I digress... Good entry, PJ. I look forward to the next one.
|
|