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Post by Norris on Mar 1, 2005 2:33:16 GMT -5
The Corporal walks off, feeling a little hurt by Wartmons' actions.
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Post by whitehind on Mar 2, 2005 11:58:11 GMT -5
* The captain smirks to himself... he loves to see people being put into place and the proffesors scolding of the corporal was very entertaining *
"Well Professer I have just brought a fresh batch of mammals from the recent invasion of warren... Toadborg himself prioritised your operation for delivery... you can have them all as far as i care, i mean its not like we're going to be having a shortage anytime soon", the Captain unfolds a form, "However I would need you to sign for them... Toadborg will have my head if protocol isn't followed... he made that extremely clear".
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Post by Norris on Mar 2, 2005 12:14:09 GMT -5
All of a sudden, three figures appear out of nowhere in a glowing aura, which eventually fades. They are Wing Commander Sludge, the sinister airman in charge of the Slave Factory, and his two mammal agents Cryer and Rusk.
"Captain Staan, you are just the person I need to speak to on the double." Sludge mumbles in a deep-pitched voice as he pulls himself together.
OOC: Just for the record, Sludge wears an overall white suit with a pilots' cap and a pair of Toad flying wings sewn onto his shirt (Two wings stretching from KOMPLEXS' face), plus he is VERY fat.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 2, 2005 13:00:09 GMT -5
"Oooooooooooooooooh!" exclaims Professor Wartmon, clasping his long-fingered hands together in fiendish delight, although his almost vacant-eyed expression doesn't change. "Fresh mammals! I'll want to look them over as soon as possible! Warren, you say? Oh, fiddlesticks! I'm tired of hares. Hares, hares, hares!" The scientist turns around in a circle, waving one hand in the air as he rants. "AN ENDLESS PARADE OF BUNNIES!" he hollers, to no one in particular.
"Ahem!" Wartmon clears his throat and composes himself as best as he can before resuming speaking to the Captain. "At any rate, Commander Toadborg can rest assured that he'll have his Slimebombs as soon ASAP!" He looks at the form the Captain produces. "Well, seeing as how Wing Commander Sludge isn't here, and we don't want anyone losing their heads..."
Suddenly, none other than Wing Commander Sludge appeared, and the Professor jumped up and down, hooting and hollering and clapping. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Sludge, you've returned... in an unusual fashion, I must admit, but you're back nonetheless! And with mammals!"
Cryer and Rusk were clinging to one another as they appeared in the room with Sludge, neither having travelled via teleportation before. Immediately letting go of each other and looking around in a semi-dazed fashion, they both jumped as they were confronted by Professor Wartmon and his giant magnifying glass as the toad scientist looked them over, obviously mistaking them for prisoners, and therefore potential test subjects.
"As I was telling the Captain here, we have enough hares undergoing experimentation in our labs, but I've never had the chance the work on a groundhog before!" Wartmon enthused, focusing on Rusk with bug-eyed, gleeful intent, making the groundhog uneasy.
OOC: By the way, if anyone thinks Professor Wartmon is TOO kooky, just say so. XD
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Post by Norris on Mar 3, 2005 2:47:17 GMT -5
"Wartmon, these two are toad agents, they are not for experimentation," Sludge frowns. "There is a mammalian frigate above the planet, and it is heading towards Planet Sludge. I need you to send one of our bioaquiphillic agents to investigate."
OOC: When he says bioaquiphillic, Sludge means a marine animal like a fish.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 3, 2005 3:02:03 GMT -5
"Oh, fiddlesticks," grumbled Wartmon upon learning that he would not be able to experiment on Cryer and Rusk. And upon hearing Sludge's order to send out a bioaquiphillic, the scientist grinned and saluted with the hand holding his magnifying glass... or at least he tried to, since he ended up hitting himself in the eye with it. "Aye-aye, Wing Commander. Ouch!"
Rubbing his eye, Wartmon turned and left the room with the other toad scientist who'd been standing there quietly the entire time. Watching him go, Cryer and Rusk sighed with relief. "What a creep," said Rusk. The groundhog then turned to Sludge. "Now Sludge, babe, how's about that big reward you promised us?"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 3, 2005 8:36:45 GMT -5
Captain Staan had been waiting in full dress uniform in the communication sphere. He had his order pad in one hand and his sidearm holstered at his waist. It was a matter of minutes between hearing Sludge’s order over the internal communications system and arriving in his presence. He stopped a precise two meters from the Commander, stood to attention, saluted and held out his orders. He completely ignored the other characters.
“Captain Staan, sir. I have orders to requisition technically skilled slave workers.”
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 3, 2005 9:50:02 GMT -5
Cryer eyed Staan uneasily; the Captain reminded him of another toad officer, Commander Glutgrave... the one responsible for his turning. The late Commander Glutgrave, incidentally, killed as he was when the toadium mines on Burgos III were liberated. It wasn't a physical resemblance, but rather the attitude and the stance. Glutgrave had been a neatly-polished, by-the-book soldier, and a very sadistic one at that; the unpleasant memories made Cryer shudder.
Rusk, for his part, just waited impatiently for Sludge to answer his question, nevermind Captain Staan's official orders. That, and unlike Cryer, the groundhog found Staan's stiff professionalism humorous, and it was all he could do to avoid laughing. When he did start to giggle, a harsh slap upside his head from Cryer immediately shut him up. Cryer shook his head, inwardly wondering how in the frell he got partnered with such an imbecile.
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Post by Norris on Mar 3, 2005 10:26:57 GMT -5
"I'm pleased to hear it Captain," Sludge saluted back, and noticed Rusk laughing hysterically on the ground.
"Please ignore him," Sludge growled angrily. "Captain, I am willing to pay you 2,500 simoleons for every shipment of slaves you bring to my factory. As you have delivered the first batch so quickly, I shall pay you 3,000 simoleons for this lot." Sludge placed several simoleons into Staans' hand and quickly spun around, grabbing Rusk and picked him up by the collar.
"If you want that reward, mammal," he whispers icily. "You will kindly stop showing me up in front of Captain Staan!" Immediately, Rusk collapsed to the floor after Sludge released him.
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Post by Norris on Mar 4, 2005 2:48:20 GMT -5
"Turning back to Staan, Sludge remarks. "Now that I have paid you for the shipment of slaves you've sent me, now it is time to discuss how much you are willing to pay for the slaves I am to give you. What is your offer, Captain?"
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 4, 2005 3:32:25 GMT -5
"Oof!" grunted Rusk as he was dropped rather roughly on his backside. Shaking his head, Cryer walked over and helped his partner to his feet.
"One of these days that big mouth of yours is really going to get us into real trouble," Cryer whispered angrily at him.
TBCB Sludge or Staan
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 4, 2005 5:48:31 GMT -5
Staan looks nonplussed. He is holding the money loosely as if it was covered in something unpleasant.
"Sir. I think that you are under some misapprehension. I was ordered to escort the slaves to whom you refer. I have been ordered, by KOMPLEX, to procure skilled workers from this facility. I neither require nor expect special payment for either duty... though of course how you choose to organise recruitment for your own needs is none of my concern."
He hands the money back.
"I would like to begin conducting a review of possible candidates as soon as is convenient."
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Post by Norris on Mar 4, 2005 11:21:46 GMT -5
Pausing for a moment at his mistake, he nods once as he puts the money back into his pocket.
"You there!" he shouts to the Corporal from earlier. "Bring in Work Section E!" Doing so, the Toad Corporal immediately returns with a group of dirty, ill-fed hares, all of them bound in chains. "This is one of the better work groups."
He moves up to a female hare in rags. "She is our best worker. Captured from a shuttle that Captain Smata commandeered three months ago. I'd say she's worth about 200 simoleons alone." He tries not to see the hares' angry scowl.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 4, 2005 12:35:18 GMT -5
Cryer looked to the door as the toad corporal brought in the group of enslaved hares, and felt his face burning with embarrassment. He could only begin to imagine what these overworked rabbits thought upon seeing him, a skinny yet healthy hare, standing free among the toads with Rusk. He simply scowled and stood with his arms crossed, not saying anything.
Rusk, meanwhile, eyed the female hare to whom Sludge was referring, and, waggling his eyebrows with his tongue hanging out in an exaggerated display of amour, elbowed Cryer good-naturedly in the side. "Hubba-hubba!"
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Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 4, 2005 12:58:35 GMT -5
"Your hardest worker, you say?"
Staan looks at the hare. Half starved, he thinks. How dreadfully inefficient.
"If it would not inconvenience you too greatly I would like to conduct interviews with members of your labour force. I cannot stress enough that it is skills I need, not brute strength."
He reaches into his pocket and withdraws a scanner. The hare tries to lean away as he raises it to her neck, expecting a surge of electricity. Instead the scanner reads the chip implanted in her neck. Staan looks at the readout.
"With the Commanders permission I would like to request the use an interrogation cell. This will take me some considerable time."
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