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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 4, 2005 0:47:14 GMT -5
Dr. Croaker has his arms folded behind his back, pacing back and forth impatiently inside the holding cell that they've been put in until it's time for them to be questioned.
Not helping matters much, his hulking Stormtoad guards seem blissfully oblivious to the situation they're in, and are passing the time alternating between games of rock, paper, scissors and patty-cake. "Ha! Me win again!" "Nuh-uh! Paper beat rock!" "Does not!" "Does too!" "Does NOT!" "Does TOO!"
"Will you two wartbrains SHUT UP?!?!?" Croaker finally yells. Stunned, the two gigantic toads cower as the short scientist yells at them. Jumping up, Croaker slaps them both across their faces in frustration, then stomps over and stands in the corner. "I'm surrounded by idiots..."
"Idiots?" said the first Stormtoad, as suddenly he and his cohort began looking around suspiciously. "Where see idiots?"
"I rest my case," Croaker sighed.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 4, 2005 3:30:13 GMT -5
Arriving at the detention center ten minutes early, Renfield Billings addressed the guard on duty. "I'd like to see those three toads who were brought in here about a half hour ago."
TBCB Guard
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Post by Norris on Mar 4, 2005 11:11:33 GMT -5
The guard nods and allows Renfield to go through. "Be quick, sir. Wilson will be here soon." he remarks in falsetto.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 4, 2005 12:44:54 GMT -5
Renfield nodded and stepped past the guard, heading down the hallway towards the cells. Reaching Dr. Croaker's cell, he smiled as he peered in through the small barred window in the reinforced steel door. "Psst!" he whispered, getting Croaker's attention. The Stormtoads were back to playing rock, paper, scissors.
"Get me out of here!" hissed Croaker, gripping the bars. "These two idiots are driving me insane!"
"Sshhh!" Renfield urged him, removing his maser from the shoulder holster underneath his suit jacket and handing it to Croaker through the bars. "I have a plan. I'm going to let out. When I do, grab me. They wouldn't dare try and attack you while I was your hostage. I'm not the Assistant Political Officer for the Security Council for nothing."
Glancing back down the hall to make certain the guard's back was turned, Renfield unlocked the cell door, then gave Croaker a thumbs-up. Although the diminutive toad scientist was tempted to use the maser on the two idiotic Stormtoads, he instead followed Renfield's plan, and quickly jumped onto the moss-green hair.
"Guard!" Renfield yelled. "Help!"
TBCB Guard
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Post by Norris on Mar 5, 2005 3:48:46 GMT -5
The Guard immediately rushes up with maser-rifle in hand, unaware of what Renfield was planning. "What's going on, sir?" he squeaks as he looks in all directions around him.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 5, 2005 4:18:05 GMT -5
"I'm being taken hostage, you fool!" Renfield snapped, amazed that the guard failed to take notice of the now-freed Dr. Croaker.
Croaker, for his part, jumped up on Renfield's back, wrapping his arm around the hare's neck and getting him into a headlock, also wrapping his legs around Renfield's waist, now effectively piggybacking on the "captive" Political Officer.
"You! Put your maser rifle and the keys out of this dump on the floor! Both of them!" Croaker ordered the guard.
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Post by Norris on Mar 6, 2005 4:06:24 GMT -5
The guard did as he was told, but secretly activated a silent alarm on the butt of his rifle, sending a distress signal straight to the Genus Home Guard.
TBCB Anyone
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 6, 2005 5:01:24 GMT -5
"Now," Croaker said, motioning with the maser, "back away!" Once the guard has done as he instructed, he turns to his two big Stormtoad companions. "Get the keys, idiots!"
"Right," they said in unison, then walked over and picked the keys up from where the guard had dropped them, handing them to Croaker, who pocketed them.
"Good! Now, take me to the nearest landing pad! And you!" he directed at the guard. "Inform your superiors that if anyone tries to impede my escape, the Politcal Officer gets it!"
Croaker then pointed the barrel of the maser pistol into Renfield's neck and directed him to walked out of the cell block, the two Stormtoads following. One paused to stomp on the guard's rifle, crushing it underfoot.
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Post by Norris on Mar 7, 2005 2:58:19 GMT -5
Hidden behind a set of breezeblocks were two members of the Genus Home Guard. The first was a frail shrew in an old uniform from the Boer War. The second is a feeble partridge in a VERY old Admiral uniform, both of them watchig with cautious eyes.
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Post by Kooshmeister on Mar 7, 2005 4:53:45 GMT -5
Even if Croaker and Renfield had seen the two old soldiers, they wouldn't have been terribly concerned. As they reached the exit of the prison, Croaker motioned with his maser for the two Stormtoads to go ahead. Using the keys obtained from the guard, they opened the door and went through it, Croaker and Renfield following.
Aloud, for all to hear, Renfield said in his best faux angry voice, "You'll never get away with this, Dr. Croaker!" Then, under his breath, he added, "Where to?"
"The hangar," replied Croaker. "That's where our ship is." Then, loudly, like Renfield, he said, "Ha-ha! But I already have, Lieutenant! Now, mush!" The short toad maneuvered his "captive" towards the main hangar, and no doubt the sight of a hare being held hostage by a disgruntled toad made the other mammals they happened upon quite upset. Croaker continued reiterating his warnings that he would shoot his hostage if anyone tried anything.
TBC at Hangar?
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Post by Norris on Mar 7, 2005 13:51:47 GMT -5
The two old soldiers watch as the trio slowly move towards the hangar, and the shrew looks up.
"I don't like the look of that!" he wheezes in a frail voice.
"Get over it, ya silly old coot!" the partridge answers grumpily with a scottish accent. "What can we do? With that confounded railway, we Home Guarders are done! We might as well just go home and forget the whole thing!"
Seeing the partridges' side of the arguement, the pair walk off pretending that they saw nothing.
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Cybaster
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Sage of my own ego
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Post by Cybaster on Mar 23, 2005 15:37:25 GMT -5
"Cowards."
A few cells away and relatively 'forgotten', the Human/Hairless Baboon who called herself Tina Greydon sat with her front against the back of her cell, bouncing a red ball back and forth boredly. She had heard the two Home Guards talk, and they hadn't even noticed or even acknowledged that she was even there. But, of course, Tina was used to being utterly ignored by now, as everyone else on this suborbital station seemed content to just forget that she had even shown up in this odd Aniverse to begin with.
Tina supposed she couldn't fault them; she wasn't supposed to be here, this wasn't her world, and this wasn't her government. This wasn't even her war, whatever it was about. The furries of this odd universe had rescued her --- they were, of course, probably more concerned about the Mecha Frame prototype than her, Tina giggled --- from her cruiser's wreckage, questionned her a bit, and then threw her into this holding cell until when, in their own words, 'they had more questions to ask her'.
Weeks had passed and Tina still hadn't been questionned. But at least Tina wasn't fighting anymore, and as long as the UAC didn't fall Tina knew she was safe --- that was an encouraging thought, wasn't it?
At that, Tina didn't complain. She kept bouncing the ball and continued waiting.
(TBCB Anyone?)
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Post by Norris on Mar 28, 2005 12:41:26 GMT -5
At last, a delegate from the Genus Home Guard arrived at the front of the cell. The delegate was a young female squirrel in a military uniform in a tint of scarlet. She looked down at Tina with green eyes.
"Hello Tina," she squeaked. "I am Captain Shirely Squirrel, the head of the Genus Home Guard. I am here to interrogate you."
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Post by Cybaster on Mar 28, 2005 19:13:11 GMT -5
Tina promptly turned around, stopping the ball that she had been fiddling around with, and straightened herself. Then, she surprised the squirrel with a smile that didn't look either completely malicious or completely idiotic, or at least Tina thought she did...
"About time," Tina took a deep breath at that. "I was beginning to think I was going to be here forever! So, how do you want to do this?"
Shirley blinked.
"I mean, interrogate is such a strong word, don't you think? I'd rather not be tortured to tell you whatever you would like to know, and out here, I don't think it much matters whether or not I hold my tongue or not." Tina shrugged, shuffling closer to Shirley and the cell bars. She probably was the single friendliest prisoner Shirley had ever been assigned to in Orwell Station, at this rate. "Besides, I'd like to know what's going on myself. So, let's make a deal.
"For every question that I answer, you answer one of mine. Deal?"
At that, Tina smiled warmly to emphasize the fact that she didn't want this to be too complicated, especially since she had no idea where she was or, for that matter, if this was even all real to her...
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Post by Norris on Mar 29, 2005 11:25:43 GMT -5
Shirley held out a paw for a handshake. "It's a deal."
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