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Post by Seven on Aug 25, 2009 14:57:48 GMT -5
"A pirate vessel?" Devon asks incredulously. For a minute, he felt just slightly hostile. After all, his family bought into nobility 5 generations ago, with the money they made as sea-faring merchants. It was tradition that the young men of the family still learned about ships and sailing, if only as a hobby.
And there is simply nothing worse for a sailor and merchant than despicable pirates. Many a good man has gone broke by them.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 25, 2009 15:00:45 GMT -5
Yzek nods. He 'speaks' again.
"Well, to be honest I didn't actually do much of the 'pirating' myself. I made sure the soup dispensers didn't get jammed, mostly..."
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Post by Seven on Aug 25, 2009 15:10:15 GMT -5
Devon quickly calms himself. Not like it mattered now, considering the universe imploded. Twice. "Yes, I see," he says tiredly. Imploding universes take a lot out of a young noble man.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 26, 2009 12:47:18 GMT -5
There is an awkward silence.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude..." Chuck manages, still recovering from shock. "You're....an aliiiiiien!"
If he were capable of it, Yzek would have blinked.
Click.
"Yes..." the translator confirmed.
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Post by Seven on Aug 27, 2009 13:09:12 GMT -5
"Technically, we're all aliens, the lady pointed out. "Since none of us are on our own planet."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 27, 2009 13:20:58 GMT -5
Chuck rolled his eyes.
"Pft. I ain't an alien!" He said with the typical attitude of someone raised on the American Educational System. Don't hurt me.
Yzek butted in with his mandibles a-clicking.
"She's right, technically..."
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Post by Seven on Aug 27, 2009 14:10:38 GMT -5
Devon looked like he was gesturing to everyone to just drop it since it probably wouldn't get through to Chuck.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 27, 2009 14:28:03 GMT -5
The most alien alien shrugs. He proceeds to click again.
"So, what now?" The translator asks.
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Post by Seven on Aug 27, 2009 14:31:51 GMT -5
"I don't know," Devon admitted.
In an incredible feat of meta-gaming, the lady commented. "God, someone needs to think of a plot line."
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Post by Rojo on Aug 28, 2009 9:13:27 GMT -5
Yzek begins to click quickly.
"Well it's hard to write plot material when there's nothing to write about," somehow the translator could speak with emphasis despite being a very old model.
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Post by Seven on Aug 29, 2009 22:40:03 GMT -5
Devon pondered hard, crossing his arms and looking down at the lack-of-floor. "Come on everyone. If we put our heads together, and think of something really hard, I'm sure we'll come up with something," he said in a fashion similar to a retarded children show.
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Post by Rojo on Aug 30, 2009 9:23:41 GMT -5
"Okay, here's my idea," says Chuck instantly. Suddenly the world seems to melt in that cheesy TV show way and is replaced by blackness.
Suddenly everyone wakes up in a small room, each lying on individual bunks. The ceiling is shaking and the light bulb bounces around.
"So, there we were, in the middle of World War 3..." Chuck's voice can be heard with a slight ethereal touch to it.
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Post by Seven on Aug 31, 2009 0:19:34 GMT -5
"World War 3!!?" Devon suddenly exclaimed in horror. When did one and two go on? The lady, however, just nodded knowingly. She remembered reading about world war three, which had lead to the nuclear winter. She blinked, wondering where that had come from.....
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Post by Rojo on Aug 31, 2009 1:54:53 GMT -5
"Shh! I'M tellin' the story!" Chuck's voice replies from overhead. "So, anyway...we were awoken by shelling from above. We all scrambled out of bed..."
And they did so.
"We should see if there's been any transmissions!" Says Lieutenant Chuck. He seems a little more muscled than real-life Chuck, and has long flowing hair and a big, bulging chin.
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Post by Seven on Aug 31, 2009 21:48:51 GMT -5
"Yes Sir!" Devon said immediately, scrambling about frantically before saluting his Lieutenant in a frightened school-boyish way. In fact, in an army uniform that looked a little ill-fitted with rolled up sleeves and pants, he rather did look like a German school boy.
The Lady on the other hand, just sighed. "This is stupid..." she mumbled inaudibly to herself, leaning against the wall, rolling her eyes.
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