Mee
2 E's are better than 1
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No attacking clones though, sorry to disappoint.
Episode I
And now... the semi-epic tale continues!
Part 1--
Immortalfire: Captain's Log: Stardate 867.5309. We've been assigned to investigate an attack on a Federation outpost near the Klingon border. It would seem either one of their ships has gone rouge, or... *dramatic pause*... the Klingons are looking for war.
--
DBella: Coming into visual range Captain.
Fire: On screen.
On the viewscreen they saw the outpost, surrounded by it's own debris.
Fire: Life signs?
Bella: A few. Faint.
---
An hour later, Erzengel and his away team of Spoons, Mee, Norman, and tzarinna were beaming onto the outpost...
Mee: Y'know, outpost sounds alot like out-house.
Norman & Spoons: *snicker*
Erz: Enough, there are dead and dying people here, this is serious business.
tzar: Indeed.
Erz: Haha! Oh man, I just got it. *snicker*
tzar:
Erz: Yes..well, I'm sensing someone nearby. Sad..and frightened.
Mee: I say we come up behind him and yell "boo!"
Erz: That would be completely and utterly the wrong thing to do.
Spoons: Cuz tzar is here?
Erz: Exactly.
---
Norman: Helloooo...? Anybody out there?
Voice: Wha- oh! Help has c-come! Yes, I'm in h-here!
The away team entered the room to find a Lt. Commander laying in a bed, only his severely burned face sticking out of the blankets.
Voice: I'm Lt. Commander M-Matt. I was third in command here.
Spoons: Prolly first now son, ain't much left livin.
tzar: We should be comforting him!
Spoons: Hey dat's your job counselor.
Erz: So... Klingons did this?
Matt: Y-yes sir. Came out of nowhere. Decloaked a-and started firing.
Erz: Why'd they leave? Why didn't they destroy the outpost?
Matt: Don't know. Maybe you sh-should ask them.
Erz: Let's round up the other survivors and get back to the ship.
Matt: Could you guys s-step out for a minute while I get dressed?
Spoons: You mean we been talkin to a nekkid man dis whole time!?
Matt: I k-kid you not.
---
Fire: Keep us at yellow alert, I have a feeling this could be a trap.
Flexo: You know how we could tell? If someone were to say..."things couldn't possibly get any worse!" ...And nothing happened.
...
Fire:
...
Fire: Don't do that again.
Flexo: Right.
To Be Continued....
Episode I
And now... the semi-epic tale continues!
Part 1--
Immortalfire: Captain's Log: Stardate 867.5309. We've been assigned to investigate an attack on a Federation outpost near the Klingon border. It would seem either one of their ships has gone rouge, or... *dramatic pause*... the Klingons are looking for war.
--
DBella: Coming into visual range Captain.
Fire: On screen.
On the viewscreen they saw the outpost, surrounded by it's own debris.
Fire: Life signs?
Bella: A few. Faint.
---
An hour later, Erzengel and his away team of Spoons, Mee, Norman, and tzarinna were beaming onto the outpost...
Mee: Y'know, outpost sounds alot like out-house.
Norman & Spoons: *snicker*
Erz: Enough, there are dead and dying people here, this is serious business.
tzar: Indeed.
Erz: Haha! Oh man, I just got it. *snicker*
tzar:
Erz: Yes..well, I'm sensing someone nearby. Sad..and frightened.
Mee: I say we come up behind him and yell "boo!"
Erz: That would be completely and utterly the wrong thing to do.
Spoons: Cuz tzar is here?
Erz: Exactly.
---
Norman: Helloooo...? Anybody out there?
Voice: Wha- oh! Help has c-come! Yes, I'm in h-here!
The away team entered the room to find a Lt. Commander laying in a bed, only his severely burned face sticking out of the blankets.
Voice: I'm Lt. Commander M-Matt. I was third in command here.
Spoons: Prolly first now son, ain't much left livin.
tzar: We should be comforting him!
Spoons: Hey dat's your job counselor.
Erz: So... Klingons did this?
Matt: Y-yes sir. Came out of nowhere. Decloaked a-and started firing.
Erz: Why'd they leave? Why didn't they destroy the outpost?
Matt: Don't know. Maybe you sh-should ask them.
Erz: Let's round up the other survivors and get back to the ship.
Matt: Could you guys s-step out for a minute while I get dressed?
Spoons: You mean we been talkin to a nekkid man dis whole time!?
Matt: I k-kid you not.
---
Fire: Keep us at yellow alert, I have a feeling this could be a trap.
Flexo: You know how we could tell? If someone were to say..."things couldn't possibly get any worse!" ...And nothing happened.
...
Fire:
...
Fire: Don't do that again.
Flexo: Right.
To Be Continued....