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Hanger
Feb 12, 2005 13:41:14 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 12, 2005 13:41:14 GMT -5
There is a loud rattling noise from outside of the hangar, followed by a series of "chuff-chuff" sounds, as though a train had just pulled up in front of the Hangar. After the sound of what is like steam hissing from a boiler, a young panther walks up the corridor towards the toads, wearing a conductor's outfit, while holding a red tail-lamp in one hand. The panther makes no moves against the toads, but asks in a high-pitched voice "Are you coming?"
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Hanger
Feb 12, 2005 18:28:44 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 12, 2005 18:28:44 GMT -5
The three toads looked over at the panther, the two huge Stormtoad bodyguards blinking stupidly. Dr. Croaker, for his part, merely arched a brow. "Just who are you?" he demanded.
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Hanger
Feb 13, 2005 0:17:57 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 13, 2005 0:17:57 GMT -5
Looking out windows at toads and thinking, "Great! WIngus and Dingus are out there with Commander Dink!"
Grabs radio and activates it again, "Genus COntrol, we did send our codes, did you recieve them? I am in a slight problem, there are three storm toads outside my shuttle and i wish to move it before trouble starts!"
Releases switch and looks at Ayla, "Prepare maser cannons and prepare to defend the shuttle."
Ayla nods and dashes down to Gunnery Pod. Damien is sitting in cockpit, waiting for a response.
TBCBGenus COntrol or anyone in hangar
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Hanger
Feb 13, 2005 3:57:13 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 13, 2005 3:57:13 GMT -5
Inside the hangar, Genus Control simply replies over the radio. "We did not recieve any codes, but thank you for informing us of a Toad presence. An officer is inspecting now, but we ask you for the last time to transmit your codes, please. It is essential that we recieve your codes to determine if you have permission to launch."
Back in the corridor, the panther stays still for a while, but then hands his oil-lamp to onew of the toads, and fishes out an ID pass stating: STAFF SERGEANT LEON PERRKINS, GENUS MILITARY RAILWAY. The panther then puts his pass away and snatches back his oil-lamp. "If you want to get off of this planet with that diskette, I'd suggest you come with me."
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Hanger
Feb 13, 2005 11:18:04 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 13, 2005 11:18:04 GMT -5
"Why should we trust you?" one of the big Stormtoads asks. He is then elbowed in his bare midriff by Croaker. "Oof!"
"Don't look a gift panther in the mouth," Croaker hisses, then turns back to Perrkins, wondering how in Aniverse this putrid feline knew about the diskette they were carrying, but as he'd just said, he was desperate to get off this mammal-infested wormhole, desperate enough to accept the help of a mammal.
"All right," he says. "Lead the way. But I'm warning you, Mister, uh--" he pauses and reads the name on the ID pass, "-Perrkins. If you try anyhing funny, my two companions here will enjoy breaking every bone in your body."
For effect, the two enormous Stormtoads cracked their knuckles, looking physically powerful enough to rend metal bars like Swiss cheese, much less actually do as their boss was threatening.
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Hanger
Feb 13, 2005 17:42:57 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 13, 2005 17:42:57 GMT -5
Picking up radio, "FIne, transmitting now!" PUnches a few buttons and waits, while watching out the window still.
"I see a panther talking to them and leading them out the door. I have not clue what is going on here. IF fo r some reason, the codes do not tranfer, asking verbal permission to move shuttle to a nother location if possible!" Damien snaps intot eh radio.
Drops teh radio adn leans back in chair.
"Guns ready AYala?" He hollers down tot the Gun Pod.
"Yeah, yeah. Are we leaving yet? SHe yells back.
"NOt yet." Damien mutters, "I bet it is all that vixen's **** fault!"
TBCB Genus Control or anyone in Hangar
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Hanger
Feb 14, 2005 2:40:20 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 14, 2005 2:40:20 GMT -5
The radio in the ship suddenly crackles to life. "Genus Control here, we have recieved your codes and you are clear for launch." The radio then goes dead.
Meanwhile, Staff Sergeant Perkins leads the Toads outside the Hangar towards an amazing sight. Steaming and hissing in front of them is a massive steam locomotive (Known by the Hairless Baboons as an American 4-8-4 Northern for the Northern Pacific Railroad). Behind it is a single flatbed truck and a heavily-armoured carriage meant for .V.I.P's. Perkins opens the door to the carriage and whispers "Everyone thinks that I am taking you prisoner, but if you play along, I can grant you safe passage off Genus."
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Hanger
Feb 14, 2005 8:59:25 GMT -5
Post by Kooshmeister on Feb 14, 2005 8:59:25 GMT -5
"Oooooh!" gushes one of the big Stormtoads, pointing. "Look at the choo-choo!"
Croaker stairs at the train for a moment before shrugging, deciding he's got nothing to lose, and quickly boards the locomotive, the Stormtoad hulks following.
TBC at Genus Military Railway.
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Hanger
Feb 14, 2005 14:32:47 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 14, 2005 14:32:47 GMT -5
Into the Radio, "Roger that COntrol!"
He hangs up the radio and flips a few buttons.
"Ayla! We are out of here!" Damien uells down to the Gunnery pod.
The shuttle streaks out of the Hangar and heads away from teh planet. Once they are past the Defense Grid, Damien picks up the Radio again.
"Hey Mimi! You *almost* caught me! I hope you have no hard feelings about this escape!" Damien chuckles intot he mike.
He hangs up the mike and turns as Ayla walks in.
"Aldebaran, right?" He asked as she sat down.
"NOt sure, Mimi is going to be rather unhappy with you this time." SHe said as she looked at him.
"Well, you shot her first, but you are usually right. RIgel Seven for a couple of drinks and then we decide were to go?" Damien asked.
Ayla nods and he punches in the course.
TBCB Anyone
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Hanger
Feb 15, 2005 2:33:17 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 15, 2005 2:33:17 GMT -5
Perkins shines his lamp towards the engine, and with a blast of steam and the whine of gears, the train moves slowly off, but none of those on board notice Mimi LaFleur clinging tightly to the back of the railway carriage as the train moves swiftly through the Metropolis and out into country.
TBC At Genus Military Railway
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Hanger
Feb 15, 2005 21:04:21 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 15, 2005 21:04:21 GMT -5
Smiling and whistling, Damien notices a flashing light on the control panel in front of him. He leans forward adn his jaw drops.
"I can't frelling believe this!! We have the ability to fly fster than the speed of light, weapons that fire energy, and a half baked council that is managing to hold out in this war, but we still can't make a constant reminder to check the frelling fuel tanks!" He yells, slamming his fist down on teh panels.
Ayla looks over adn smirks at him, "It was your duty to pay for them to get filled, not flirt with Mimi and try to pull a daring escape!" She snaps at him.
Damien mutters something under his breath as he picks u the raido again.
"Genus COntrol, I am presently aboce Genus adn have a slight problem. My fuel is reading dangerously low and either need permission to land to fill up, or clearance to land at Orwell. Please reply and say where i am to head to." Damien says in the radio and sets it down. "Try to get away from her and this kind of stuff keeps happening. Sheesh, i might as well amrry her, i would probably have better luck then."
Ayla just shakes her head and waits.
TBCB Genus Control
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Hanger
Feb 16, 2005 2:29:38 GMT -5
Post by Norris on Feb 16, 2005 2:29:38 GMT -5
"This is Genus Control," the voice comes through. "You'd best land to refuel, as we have recieved orders to let no craft land at Orwell. You may land at Genus Control Centre, grid reference 142 Green."
TBC At Genus Control Centre
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Hanger
Feb 16, 2005 15:09:38 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 16, 2005 15:09:38 GMT -5
"Thanks." Gamien replies and cuts teh signal.
He sets ina course and looks over at Ayla, how has a smug look on her face at him.
"Don't even say it." Damien grumbles.
"I forget, what does that old squirrel saying,'cover your nuts', mean again?" SHe asked innocently.
"Make sure all bases aer covered." Damien grumbles as teh shuttle reenters Genus's atmosphere.
TBC Genus COntrol
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Hanger
Feb 26, 2005 17:17:24 GMT -5
Post by The psyko ninja rabbit 2000 on Feb 26, 2005 17:17:24 GMT -5
The Black shuttle glides foward and gently sets down on the tarmac in front of the Hangar. Damien looks over at Ayla.
"Do shut down procedures. I need to talk with Drake about paying for the repairs." He says and gets up.
He walks back to Engineering. He waits until Drake is free for a moment.
"How much are we looking at for cost? I can pay you in simoleans or i can retrieve parts you need. I have a few contacts around to scrape up parts here and there." Damien offers leaning agaist a wall while talking.
TBCB Drake
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Hanger
Feb 26, 2005 21:40:39 GMT -5
Post by Drake on Feb 26, 2005 21:40:39 GMT -5
"Frell, no charge. Least I can do get this glue and tape held ship back together. Through I am gonna have to end up taggin along with you two after I get that new engine installed. Shes pretty powerful and requires a lot of attemtion, like most of this ship does. Heck, I've been meaning to find a way outta this station, and your ship presents a good oportunity to do so."
Wipes a little of the grease off onto his clothing, and hold out an offerd paw.
"So, lets say I replace your engine and make the minor repairs and the payment will be my getting to join your crew as a third componet and making sure this engine stays in good condition?"
TBCB Damien
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