|
Post by Norris on Mar 12, 2005 3:26:36 GMT -5
Although shot in the head, Frankenstoat feels no pain. "You obviously didn't hear me when I mentioned that you can only see where I've been or where I'm going to be," he smiles. His face becomes a menacing grin at the sight of Wartmon, but says nothing.
"If we could actually catch this deadbeat, Captain," Sludge snarls. "Then yes, we can detain him."
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 12, 2005 9:00:26 GMT -5
Wartmon frowns. "So just bring a squad in here and shoot the whole hallway up. There's no way he can dodge a hundred maser bolts at once. Unless, of course, he's not mortal."
|
|
|
Post by whitehind on Mar 12, 2005 19:42:14 GMT -5
* As if on cue a ten strong troop of armed toads (responding to the reports of gun fire) run into the hallway and deploy in protective stances in front of their superior officers and the mammal turncoats. They all train their guns on the bizarre Frankenstoat and wait for fire orders from wing commander sludge *
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Mar 13, 2005 3:34:29 GMT -5
Knowing what Frankenstoat has just said, Wing Commander Sludge shouts "Open fire on the space around you all." Yet, Frankenstoat has pulled out a vial of scarlet liquid. He smashes the vial to the floor, and scarlet smoke billows across the area. With a last cry of "We'll meet again!", Frankenstoat is gone.
|
|
|
Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 13, 2005 5:32:16 GMT -5
Staan lowers his weapon.
"Well, that was... strange. I suppose bulkheads are a bit redundant now."
He moves to the side of the corridor as the squad responds to Sludges order by firing randomly.
"Sir, I recommend keeping away from both myself and the mammals. If we really have been infected by some form of pathogen I wouldn't want us to contaminate anyone else. If you have a biohazard team this area should be quarantined until we know if there is a threat to the whole facility."
|
|
|
Post by whitehind on Mar 13, 2005 6:47:20 GMT -5
* The leader of the toad troop walks up to sludge and snaps to attention *
"Shall I begin a full search of the installation for that creature, sir?", he asks, "I could also station some of my men at this hallways entry points if you wish to establish quarantine...". All the while he stares fearfully at Captain Staan...
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 13, 2005 13:37:44 GMT -5
"I--infected?" Cryer gasps, eyes widening. He begins to stammer nervously, breaking out into a cold sweat, his paranoid germophobia, normally kept in check, surfacing at the thought of them being infected with some unknown disease. "No! N--no! No, no, no!"
Rusk sighed, rolling his sighs. "Jeez, man, calm down! You didn't even get any of the stuff on you!" To Staan, he said, "He's, um, a wee bit germophobic. Has been ever since he was a child."
Professor Wartmon steps forwards, elbowing the Stormtoad out of the way. "As the leading scientific mind on this base, and in the entire Empire, I will decide whether or not we should quarantine our three, uh, comrades." He paused, looking to Sludge. "Uh, that is, unless you object, sir."
|
|
|
Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 13, 2005 15:19:12 GMT -5
Staan leans towards Cryer.
"Mr Cryer, try not to worry. I appreciate that Professor Wartmon's manner does not readily inspire confidence, but he is extremely well qualified. I am confident that, should any of us be infected, he can find a cure. Besides, I was the only one exposed to the substance. You're probably fine."
|
|
|
Post by whitehind on Mar 13, 2005 18:15:23 GMT -5
* One of the brighter but not too clever stormtoads butts in *
"Unless it's an airborne contagion sir!... Then everyone in this corridor is dead meat sir!", suggests the Toad.
|
|
|
Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 13, 2005 18:29:01 GMT -5
Staan grimaces, and covers his face with his right hand. A deep breath and he recovers.
"Correct me if I am wrong Professor, but wouldn't an airborne virus have been released through an aerosol? Everyone will need to be tested, but just as a precaution."
|
|
|
Post by whitehind on Mar 13, 2005 18:36:01 GMT -5
* The same toad, in a seemingly self destructive impulse, continues with his demoralising rant *
"Ah yes, it would seem it would need to be administered via an aerosol dispenser... but i saw his documentary sir... some pathogens are easily transported via draughts sir... and there was also this exotic one that could generate and disperse spores in quite a large radius!", he pauses for breath, "It was particularly nasty that one... this toad had to have all his finger cut off to stop the spread... and he went blind on account of his eyes oozing outta the sockets...".
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 13, 2005 20:38:54 GMT -5
Cryer stood frozen in place, trying to hold his breath so as not to breathe in the airborne germs that might be about. Even Rusk looked worried at this point.
Wartmon's normally bulging eyes narrowed as he walked up to the Stormtoad with the big mouth. "My son," he said, deceptively calm as he steepled his fingers in front of himself. "Tell me, are you a scientist? Are wearing a lab coat?! No? I didn't think so." He suddenly screamed, "THEN LEAVE SCIENTIFIC DEDUCTIONS TO THE SCIENTISTS!!!"
|
|
|
Post by Norris on Mar 14, 2005 2:38:07 GMT -5
Sludge looks out of a window with concern.
"The moon is rising," he frowns. "If you are now werewolves, then I suggest you find a safe spot just as a precaution."
|
|
|
Post by Brian the Flying Penguin on Mar 14, 2005 2:41:05 GMT -5
Staan seems unconcerned. He steps away from the windows.
"Professor, do you wish me to remain here or should I go to the infirmary?"
|
|
|
Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 14, 2005 16:03:24 GMT -5
"Werewolfry is just a myth, Wing Commander, and I put very little stock in myths," Wartmon says, turning from the Stormtoad he just got done reaming and looking to Staan. "But in any case, I suggest you all go to the infirmary until we can be certain of whether or not you're all, uh, infected."
"Perfect, just perfect," mutters Cryer, annoyed and afraid at the same time.
|
|