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Aug 27, 2007 5:57:27 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Aug 27, 2007 5:57:27 GMT -5
EG Aedh, pacing in a lower lab annex to his supersecret Standard-Issue Evil Genius Superfortress, looks over at the table with the partially-draped figure on it. CeCe Quattro, he thinks bitterly ... a complete departure from the old CC-3000 ... he'd avoided all the mistakes of that earlier version. This one was pure animech ... no emo ... no ears or voice even ... and super-heavy duty. Six feet in its socks, adorned with three feet of flaming red hair ... 40-36-44D, which had to cover a LOT of bullet-resistant biomesh shielding, shock-absorption, and polytissue circuitry, all built over a flexcage of an alloy so new that it had no name yet. He'd drained several small countries to pay for this ... and one or two not-so-small ones ... they were still smarting about his (admittedly inadvertent) wiping-out of the Bank of England's currency reserves. And ALL of it ... grounded because of ONE--ONE stupid biofeedback anomaly somewhere!!
He turns and gives the 'borg a clout of disgust on the top of its subcutaneously-armoured skull ... and turns again to stalk off in search of some coffee ... perhaps a tour of his espresso vault will calm him.
Behind him ... with a quiet creak, the figure comes to life ... sits up and opens its eyes: one blue, as it should be ... and one glowing an eerie orange. It performs a lightning-quick diagnostic--systems not up to full, but functional within certain parameters--and, soft as a cat, stretches and rolls off its resting place, coming to its size-11 feet and padding off like a whisper, heedless of the sheet rolling off its otherwise undressed body.
(Pssst! Hey Jordan ... I CAN be killed you know ... it's been done before. But it takes some doing. I don't go down easy!!)
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Aug 27, 2007 11:45:16 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Aug 27, 2007 11:45:16 GMT -5
Somewhere, elsewhere, perhaps even in Libria there's a little alley, a tiny one really. You couldn't swing a cat in there, unless the cat was really small and kind of like a kitten. You know, one of those weeny kittens that could be swung in the space made to fit something of that size. Well next to that alley is a much bigger one where if you had the testicular fortitude you could swing a big cat, we're talking a really big cat.
A black panther style big cat, claws, teeth, angry disposition and doesn't answer to the name of tibbles.
I digress.
Because at that moment, under the light of an ambient full moon, a little like the shine from a 100 watt bulb...there's a peculiar sound, a wheezing, groaning sound like a big old iron key being scraped down the bass string of a piano. Then there's a light, a flashing light, it winks on and off just like the kind of wink you get when you walk down the Red Light district in Amsterdam.
The trash of the Nethers begins to stir, sort of like the way that someone bored at a crappy old diner stirs their coffee, round and round and round. Until a shape materialises, a blue box...fairly big, the exact dimensions are a strict secret of the British Metropolitan Police, or were until in a parallel universe a broadcasting corporation had the stellar idea to nick it for a time machine in a TV show.
But this isn't a TV show...
This isn't even a real Police Box, it's a TARDIS and out of it steps a man in a long brown coat, he takes a healthy sniff of the air and looks around.
"I hope this isn't Croydon," he mutters to himself. "I really don't want to be in Croydon at the moment."
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Aug 28, 2007 19:17:26 GMT -5
Post by Vespertilio on Aug 28, 2007 19:17:26 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D
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Aug 29, 2007 2:29:38 GMT -5
Post by reveria on Aug 29, 2007 2:29:38 GMT -5
*dies laughing* oh my, this is getting out of hand... but I like it!
thank God they didn't make me Cleric Smarter-Than-Thou ;D
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Aug 29, 2007 6:10:34 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Aug 29, 2007 6:10:34 GMT -5
Vesper - I adore you
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Aug 29, 2007 6:21:00 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Aug 29, 2007 6:21:00 GMT -5
;D ;D ;D [Easy to understand why the Doc would mistake the Nethers for Croydon!! ;D ]
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Aug 29, 2007 6:23:05 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Aug 29, 2007 6:23:05 GMT -5
[That was my thought Mira *GRIN* not as though I'm a massive Doctor Who fan at all...NooOoooOO!]
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Aug 29, 2007 8:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Aug 29, 2007 8:29:07 GMT -5
EGIR Aedh’s Diary: 4th of the Kalends of September, 1.113
Magnificent debut of CC Quattro … slightly marred by an after-action recurrence of biofeedback interference. Now it’s gone missing. Intel indicates that Father has failed to make a routine appearance by now and may be missing as well. We’ve put some of our less-inefficient minions on it. I’m rather more worried about CCQ—who unlike Father is capable of hurting many, many people. This part I’m going to handle myself.
We think it’s time for a little chat with … PrestAn. [note to self … do NOT get him mixed up with PrestOn … very different plans for them in the little black EG organiser! Heehee! Isn’t that right, Fluffikins?]
Snapping the cover shut on the palmtop, the brooding figure finishes knocking back his cup of pure Blue Mountain cappuccino, made from beans personally ground by Robusta herself, and foamed with the milk of certain tender creatures specially maintained for that purpose.
Life as an evil genius can be good in Libria, he’s often reflected. Of course, when you’re rich and powerful, life can be good pretty much anywhere. Every since PrestOn removed his troublesome subordinate Dupont, things had been looking up. He’d been well-positioned to take advantage of the sudden and massive demand for culture and entertainment, food and wine, and everything previously forbidden. Yes … he and Fluffikins had come far since those days in a freezing garret, being beaten five times a day, with only rusty nails and brickbats for tea, and having to get up at one to go to work in the factory, after staying up ‘til two working overtime on his previous job collecting rags and bones. But it had all paid off. Oh yes.
Let them have their freedom … let them run around like children, becoming addicted, confused, and prey to wayward emotions … I’ll make money. He smiles, gazing out the window of the glass elevator. And when they grow tired and weary, and crave solace and security … when it’s ‘naptime’ for them … I’ll consolidate power! And so it will go. His smile broadens into a positive grin as he steps out into the penthouse office. Time for another day of … plottin’ and schemin’!!
Time to have a conference with his chief of operations ... he presses a button. "Yes, Mamba. Please buzz Darth Vegan for us. We desire a little vidmeet with him now."
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Aug 30, 2007 7:50:51 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Aug 30, 2007 7:50:51 GMT -5
Some time later … in EG Aedh’s office conference room … [/b] a motley crew gathers around. Though EGA is the toast of the town, with looks that kill, there’s starry eyes aplenty on this merry-go-round going too fast for love; red-hot bastards, unafraid to shout at the devil. Public Enemy #1 is obviously ready to come on and dance … so on with the show!
There’s the quiet, unassuming-looking little Ops Chief, Darth Vegan, sipping organic herbal tea through a straw inserted in his Star Wars helmet; Rex Ruthor, a hard-case from New Tokyo; Katzenweib, a sturdy Teutonic temptress whose uncanny rapport with cats and lager has proven useful in the past; Doc Mock, master of the spam, flame, and taunt; The Comic, whose grim Klown Krews have spread terror worldwide; Shagneto, whose powers to produce electricity from rubbing carpet have powered many an evil scheme … and an imposing figure robed in black, straight from business on Gallifrey—whose chilling words: 'I am The Bastard—you will obey me' have brought doom and despair to many unfortunates. And we cannot forget Agent Smith, of course, representing certain powerful interests best not named in a public forum.
“Lady and gentlemen,” says the evil genius. “We have what some might call a problem. I call it … an opportunity. Father has disappeared. Libria teeters on the brink of chaos. The Monastery is reeling.”
“Let us strike the Grammaton Clerics once and for all,” says Shagneto. “I’ll give them—heh heh—a shocking surprise. Just say the word, boss.”
“They are on OUR side,” reminds Darth Vegan. “We need this society of socially-conscious, dilettantish, and easily gulled people to provide our base of operations. This place is paradise for us. The minute they look like they’re going to step out of line, all you have to do is alert the media with some stories about how pensions and health care are in danger, and they once again become your obedient tools.”
“Exactly,” says Aedh. “For that reason, we need a NEW Father. One a bit more compliant than the last one, who—frankly—had enough spunk to make an Evil Genius’ job difficult at times.”
“And one who isn’t female might help,” points out Agent Smith. “THAT caused some head-scratching.”
”VHAT??” wheezes Katzenweib. “You haff … problems … mit eqval opportunity for vimmen, Schmidt?? Zere’s no … inadequacy issues goingk on mit you, hein?”
“Hein-- I mean, Order,” says Aedh quietly. “Fortunately, my merry associates … I have … an idea …”
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Aug 30, 2007 9:05:45 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Aug 30, 2007 9:05:45 GMT -5
Somewhere, elsewhere, perhaps even in Libria there's a little alley, a tiny one really. You couldn't swing a cat in there, unless the cat was really small and kind of like a kitten. You know, one of those weeny kittens that could be swung in the space made to fit something of that size. Well next to that alley is a much bigger one where if you had the testicular fortitude you could swing a big cat, we're talking a really big cat. A black panther style big cat, claws, teeth, angry disposition and doesn't answer to the name of tibbles. I digress. Because at that moment, under the light of an ambient full moon, a little like the shine from a 100 watt bulb...there's a peculiar sound, a wheezing, groaning sound like a big old iron key being scraped down the bass string of a piano. Then there's a light, a flashing light, it winks on and off just like the kind of wink you get when you walk down the Red Light district in Amsterdam. The trash of the Nethers begins to stir, sort of like the way that someone bored at a crappy old diner stirs their coffee, round and round and round. Until a shape materialises, a blue box...fairly big, the exact dimensions are a strict secret of the British Metropolitan Police, or were until in a parallel universe a broadcasting corporation had the stellar idea to nick it for a time machine in a TV show. But this isn't a TV show... This isn't even a real Police Box, it's a TARDIS and out of it steps a man in a long brown coat, he takes a healthy sniff of the air and looks around. "I hope this isn't Croydon," he mutters to himself. "I really don't want to be in Croydon at the moment." Doctor??? *cue the funky Dr.Who theme remix by Orbital* There's an Evil Genius on the loose!!!! I've recently vacated my last job....do you need a new companion??? ;D
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Aug 30, 2007 10:16:28 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Aug 30, 2007 10:16:28 GMT -5
"What?" the young man turns around and peers into the dark. "You might want to be a little more careful when, ooh, sneaking up on people."
"Have we met?"
"Because if we'd have met, you might not have recognised me...been through a few changes so to speak, of course this is my prettiest yet. I think so," he pauses and looks around. "Did I mention that I'm also brilliant?"
He looks around to the source of the music and quirks a brow. "Not quite sure what that is but it reminds me of something. Companion you say? Well, oddly enough I seem to have lost mine for the moment and it's a cold day in hell before I let that Donna woman back in."
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Aug 30, 2007 12:38:54 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Aug 30, 2007 12:38:54 GMT -5
"Splendid! I'm sure I could prove useful.........I still have unlimited access to any building or computer system......a royal box at the Librian Opera House....two champion racehorses........free passes to some of the baddest clubs in the Nethers....*wink..grin*...if you know what I mean.....and..... *looks up* WILL SOMEBODY TURN THAT BLOODY MUSIC OFF!!! ..... *ahem* ....well until they revoke my privileges anyway."
"So Doc....what's the plan? You do have a plan don't you?"
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Aug 30, 2007 18:01:12 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Aug 30, 2007 18:01:12 GMT -5
"Are you sure Father's really done a Brody?" Doc Mock asks Darth Vegan, after the conference lets out. "I mean, she could have gone on a toot. She could turn up out in the Nethers somewhere, face down on her back singing 'Waltzing Matilda' with a bunch of pikey gormballs, and the Sweepers 'ull haul her in, dry her out in the tank for a day, and it'll be back to business as usual. 'Twouldn't be the first time for that."
The geekish Sith Lord shrugs. "Well, it ain't happenin' again." He glances around, lowers his voice, and says quickly: "There are disturbances in the Sports ... it's very troubling. She never cared much for the Sports. And you know, whoever disregards the Sports is courting disaster. Or at least in danger of seeming very uncool. You have to at least keep up with the box scores ... and she couldn't even tell you who faced off for the last Test Match."
Doc Mock recoils. "That bad?"
"Aye."
"Well, I need to be shoving off ... I've got my orders, you've got yours--Chrome Dome."
Darth Vegan smiles at the affectionate insult and gives the EG salute. "May the Sports be with you."
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Aug 31, 2007 6:32:57 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Aug 31, 2007 6:32:57 GMT -5
Evil Genius Aedh sits back from his computer terminal … he’s analysed it every which way, run every model, and it comes out the same every time … but his train of thought is shunted aside by a beep from his comlink console. “Yes, Samira?” he says to his chief of security.
“CCQ’s outside the perimeter, alright,” says the severe-looking female. “Took a fly way out … broke through a service hatch to a disused vent, though the cooling complex, and out the chute where the reactor’s wastewater dumps into the river. Not before fully arming itself and activating its cloaking mechanism. Whatever’s haywire with it—nothing wrong with the tactics and logic banks.”
“We thought so,” says the mastermind. “We’re not exactly sure yet what program she’s running, but we think there’s only one way to stop it. We need to activate Scheme 99.” *dramatic music sting*
“Scheme 99 …?” *dramatic music sting* asks the officer. “Sir—“
“No, we have do it.” replies Aedh gravely. “We need to find … Father’s mojo.”
“Sir … um … with all due respect, sir … Father, er, doesn’t have a—um—“
“We mean the original Father’s mojo,” says the evil genius. “It is an object of great power … we suspect that may be what CCQ is after. It did have Scheme 99 in its programming. There’s no telling what might happen if CCQ obtains it. We must stop her—it—and get it in our hands.”
“Where is it?”
“That is unknown,” says Aedh. “The key lies in what can be traced of our predecessor, the great hero Dupont. We believe that Dupont concealed it somewhere, and that was the key to his success, and the talisman of his downfall as well. We have already taken steps to ensure that Dupont’s papers, journals, and relevant possessions are in our custody ... and most especially the all-important hard drives. Therein must lie the clue … the vital evidence … in The Search For Father’s Mojo!” *cue driving, funky musical theme ... something Isaac Hayes-ish*
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Aug 31, 2007 8:57:33 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Aug 31, 2007 8:57:33 GMT -5
"Splendid! I'm sure I could prove useful.........I still have unlimited access to any building or computer system......a royal box at the Librian Opera House....two champion racehorses........free passes to some of the baddest clubs in the Nethers....*wink..grin*...if you know what I mean.....and..... *looks up* WILL SOMEBODY TURN THAT BLOODY MUSIC OFF!!! ..... *ahem* ....well until they revoke my privileges anyway." "So Doc....what's the plan? You do have a plan don't you?" "Doc?" he wrinkles his nose. "One of me used to hate that," he scratches his head a little and musses up his hair. "Plan?" Another wrinkle of his nose. "Who are you anyway?"
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Aug 31, 2007 10:29:24 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Aug 31, 2007 10:29:24 GMT -5
There is silence on the phone for a moment as the Isaac Hayes music plays out. Finally, Samira says: "You want Father's mojo in your hands?"
"It's an urgent matter!" cries the evil genius.
The security chief coughs. "If you say so sir. I'll, um, get me coat ..."
The call ended, Aedh sits back, pondering. Now, Fluffikins ... we are the great and wise Dupont ... enemy of all nasty Sense-Offenders. What would we do to preserve the vital artifact, eh ...?
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Aug 31, 2007 12:39:44 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Aug 31, 2007 12:39:44 GMT -5
"Splendid! I'm sure I could prove useful.........I still have unlimited access to any building or computer system......a royal box at the Librian Opera House....two champion racehorses........free passes to some of the baddest clubs in the Nethers....*wink..grin*...if you know what I mean.....and..... *looks up* WILL SOMEBODY TURN THAT BLOODY MUSIC OFF!!! ..... *ahem* ....well until they revoke my privileges anyway." "So Doc....what's the plan? You do have a plan don't you?" "Doc?" he wrinkles his nose. "One of me used to hate that," he scratches his head a little and musses up his hair. "Plan?" Another wrinkle of his nose. "Who are you anyway?" "Who am I? But I thought that was your name.....ummm...Doctor!"
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Aug 31, 2007 18:14:41 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Aug 31, 2007 18:14:41 GMT -5
"Yes, Doctor," he nods. "That's right, just Doctor...nothing else. You don't really need anything else when you have me."
At this point he's distracted by something off to the right and wanders over to take a look at it. "These look like cages, smells like animals too. Stinky animals...well...some of them."
"They don't eat them here as well do they? Because I've seen enough of that where I ended up last time. A whole planet of people eating dogs, cats, hamsters and as for the chinchillas...well...I can't tell you what they did with those, but there weren't any Andrex companies around."
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Aug 31, 2007 18:36:49 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Aug 31, 2007 18:36:49 GMT -5
"Animals? I have no idea.....all my food was already dead and cooked by the time it got to me!"
*Looks round suddenly...eyes narrowing....sensing something back at the entrance to the alley.....a figure standing there....statuesque...clad in leather...hands on hips*
"Shite!! It's Queen Mother!!"
*surges forward, pushing the startled brown coated figure back through the open door of the TARDIS*
"Get us the hell out of here....NOW!!! That's one close encounter I DO NOT wish to repeat!!"
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Sept 1, 2007 4:10:39 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 1, 2007 4:10:39 GMT -5
"What?" he rights himself. "Oi, you know on some worlds pushing is a sign of affection, but that's just plain rude."
He puts his hands on his hips for a moment and grins. "So who was the walking advert for an Ann Summers catalogue anyways?" he locks the door to the TARDIS and hmms softly. "And more importantly how did you know that this innocent blue box could get us, the Hell out of here...eh?"
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Sept 1, 2007 7:28:44 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 1, 2007 7:28:44 GMT -5
"That.....my dear Doctor......is somebody you don't want to meet. She has strange...ummm...appetites....believe me.....and an uncanny way of knowing exactly where I am....unfortunately. Damned spooky. Just because I'm Father....was...Father....she thinks she can keep tabs on me. Huh...well this is one female, ex-supreme leader.......yes, yes I know....I'm called Father...it's just a title......who is not going to play ball any more!"
*Pace slowly around the huge Heath-Robinson-esque room, Cleric coat tails swishing and leather boots sounding oddly hollow on the floor*
"As for knowing what this is....and who you are.....*grin knowingly*....the Librian Secret Archives are full of stuff about you and this contraption....you are well know in at least 42 galaxies, according to our records! You're a celebrity.....didn't you know? Now are we going to leave this spot or do I have to get out and push?"
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Sept 1, 2007 8:19:23 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 1, 2007 8:19:23 GMT -5
Outside the blue box, another figure has loomed out of the night … heels tapping with an utterly assured toc-toc-toc-toc … then it stops and stands silent, giving its majestic head a toss under the streetlight, looking suddenly a bit like a Nordic goddess silhouetted against the mist from the ice-fires of Niflheim.
The Queen Mother and the newcomer eye each other up and down … slowly … so slowly … and the former seems to find in the latter’s cold gaze something that draws her … here, perhaps, at last, is the pitiless, powerful machine she has always longed for.
She throws her head back proudly … meeting her new companion’s stare and affording her the barest of nods. They both turn, and stalk slowly down the sidewalk … eyes never quite leaving each other.
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Sept 1, 2007 9:06:15 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 1, 2007 9:06:15 GMT -5
"That.....my dear Doctor......is somebody you don't want to meet. She has strange...ummm...appetites....believe me.....and an uncanny way of knowing exactly where I am....unfortunately. Damned spooky. Just because I'm Father.... was...Father....she thinks she can keep tabs on me. Huh...well this is one female, ex-supreme leader....... yes, yes I know....I'm called Father...it's just a title......who is not going to play ball any more!" *Pace slowly around the huge Heath-Robinson-esque room, Cleric coat tails swishing and leather boots sounding oddly hollow on the floor* "As for knowing what this is....and who you are.....*grin knowingly*....the Librian Secret Archives are full of stuff about you and this contraption....you are well know in at least 42 galaxies, according to our records! You're a celebrity.....didn't you know? Now are we going to leave this spot or do I have to get out and push?" During this particular explanation the Doctor isn't standing still, no, the Time Lord moves around the console and adjusts a lever here, tweaks a knob there. Rolls a strange ball around a couple of times and then takes a couple of small dice out of his pocket. He rolls them on the console and repeats this several times, each time he enters the number into another part of the console. "Not weird at all," he comments to the Father/Mother part. "I knew someone once, they were their own mother and father, as well as being a sisters cousins aunt and uncle. I can tell you that got a bit strange. Then again," he throws a lever and the central column stirs to life. "The Phelopenians were an odd species all together...not to be confused with the Philos, or the Phills either...just to make that distinction." Outside the box fades from view. "How's Croydon sound?" "Oh...and there isn't a TV show about me is there. I went to this parallel world once where my entire life was a science fiction television show?" *note: based upon events in a session of Scion involving the Doctor, who turned up on Earth to find out there was a TV show of his life.
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Sept 1, 2007 15:46:27 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 1, 2007 15:46:27 GMT -5
A buzz on the compad interrupts EGIR Aedh’s meditations. “Yes, Mamba …?” He snorts. “Right … if I must.” He waits a moment. “Aedh.”
He listens a moment to the grating tenor voice on the other end. “Temporo-spatial displacement, you say? Here? I doubt it. The Bastard’s the only one with the equipment for that, and he’s—what??”
A thundercloud crosses his face. “Listen to me, you disgusting, sawed-off nark—you horrible half-witted little scuttle-brained, rust-riddled refugee from a Raxacoricofallapatorian recycling tip!! You lay ONE greasy paw—okay, ONE greasy robotic appendage—on MY planet, and I’ll have your asses for a spittoon collection!! Is that clear even to your worm-infested drive cache?!” He slams down the comset …. not very satisfyingly, as it’s only the size of a credit card. He often wishes for a good old-fashioned pre-Cat telephone that you could give a nice solid whack with.
These robotic pests had given up their programme of military conquest at one point, and hatched a plan to take over the known universe by exploiting their unique characteristics as cyber-marketers. Having quickly wiped out all competition in this quadrant by use of their ‘swarm-contact’ techniques, they had been getting bored … and were now buying and developing military ‘ware once again.
They were offering ‘security services’ to ‘selected planets,’ and apparently Aedh’s predecessor as EGIR, Dupont, had in a fit of absentmindedness given in to their pitch. Aedh had refused to renew the ‘membership,’ for which they had billed Libria anyway, and they were now staking out the planet … perhaps with an eye to submitting a claim for their bogus ‘unpaid membership dues.’ And now claiming that some space-time anomaly had just taken place ... as good as accusing him of making an appeal to the numb-nuts Time Lords on Gallifrey.
Aedh snorts again. Daleks ... the little bastards were harder to get rid of than psoriasis.
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Sept 2, 2007 6:14:36 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 2, 2007 6:14:36 GMT -5
[One of the best things to happen to the new series, was the Time War Aedh ]
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Sept 2, 2007 7:42:51 GMT -5
Post by Aedh on Sept 2, 2007 7:42:51 GMT -5
[One of the best things to happen to the new series, was the Time War Aedh ] [Yeh ... unfortunately I've not had access to any Whovian viewing since the Seventh Doctor's first season ... just 20 years ago now!! ]
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Sept 2, 2007 12:29:07 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 2, 2007 12:29:07 GMT -5
[One of the best things to happen to the new series, was the Time War Aedh ] [Yeh ... unfortunately I've not had access to any Whovian viewing since the Seventh Doctor's first season ... just 20 years ago now!! ] [Wolf....are they still repeating any recent Doctor Who on BBC3 at the moment? If so then Aedh may yet get to see the latest Doctor while he's over here. ]
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Sept 2, 2007 16:21:37 GMT -5
Post by Witcher Wolf on Sept 2, 2007 16:21:37 GMT -5
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Vice Council in Charge of Flames and Summary Combustions
Not Without Innocence
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Sept 3, 2007 1:13:44 GMT -5
Post by Prestan on Sept 3, 2007 1:13:44 GMT -5
Ya, I've been gone and I'm not about to try and read all of the story, I can only comment that I'm proud to have been the one who started this thread which has exploded into something... well whatever. It's great.
As for me and the rest of the people on this site who cant contribute to this Rping, I'm going to start an "alphabetical order EQ quote thread." (I post a quote from EQ that starts with the letter 'A', then someone posts a quote that starts with 'B', then C, and so forth til we get to Z.)
I may have tried this early and it died, if so here's my attempt to revive it. I don't know why I want to other than the fact that I'd like to see this thread healthy and with more contributors posting. Hopefully this doesnt crash and burn like my original intention for this thread. Here goes.
A At last, peace, reigns in the heart of man.
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Sept 3, 2007 2:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Mirabilis on Sept 3, 2007 2:02:42 GMT -5
Ya, I've been gone and I'm not about to try and read all of the story, I can only comment that I'm proud to have been the one who started this thread which has exploded into something... well whatever. It's great. As for me and the rest of the people on this site who cant contribute to this Rping, I'm going to start an "alphabetical order EQ quote thread." (I post a quote from EQ that starts with the letter 'A', then someone posts a quote that starts with 'B', then C, and so forth til we get to Z.) I may have tried this early and it died, if so here's my attempt to revive it. I don't know why I want to other than the fact that I'd like to see this thread healthy and with more contributors posting. Hopefully this doesnt crash and burn like my original intention for this thread. Here goes. A At last, peace, reigns in the heart of man. Who says you can't contribute to this story? Anyone can join in! So go ahead! (YOU are supposed to be the new Father remember......I promoted you! ;D) Oh and might I suggest you start a new thread with your "A-Z EQ Quotes".......then it won't clash with this thread if anyone (including you) wants to carry on with the story here.
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