Posted on 08/02/2013 8:30:34 PM PDT by Hostage
I’ll go East Bound and Down.
Okers.
Sounds like a plan.
Um... Thanks! I think?? [smiles]
You never know what will attract a cat.
I get all those phone calls as well.
I let them go to message, and I never pick up.
Then I block them.
The problem is that my phone only blocks 40 callers, and there are more.
Never contribute to anything where they ask for your phone number. You will be inundated with calls.
I do love the ones that offer a lower interest rate on my credit cards. “Cards?” LOL! We have one (1)
credit card, and we don’t pay any interest on it anyway. The interest rate could be 100%. We would
still pay no interest.
What you expect?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z3MH4l1-t_8
The crew was a frantic hive of activity, once main power had gone offline, the emergency backups came online.
But those would only operate the systems for so long, and were obviously not designed to take a pounding.
Sparks had shoved the controls he had still working into manual, giving some systems the ability to be targeted at the enemy.
Missiles, and lower powered secondary point defense systems.
“What now?”
“We run.” Soames said, pointing at the emission nebula nearby.
“Yes sir.” the bridge crew responded, when they turned back around Soames was gone.
“Commander Kappa, Where did Sigma go?”
“Downstairs for a bit.” Dan Hopper stated with a slight smirk, “everyone has their hardsuit on, right?”
The bridge crew gulped at that, the thought of ending up outside accidentally was rather frightening.
“We’ve been wondering why Sigma wore that.”
The lifts were still working for the most part as Soames raced down towards the computer core.
Function there would need to be restored to get things fixed.
A particularly violent hit rattled the lift.
Soames hoped Bradamante would hold together.
“Is everyone alright?” Hopper pulled someone off the floor, “What shields we have left, put them full rear.”
Bradamante knew they were running from the enemy towards something that “felt” fuzzy to what little senses she had remaining.
She was quite frightened by this development, something she’d been hit with overloaded the mains and tripped safety cutouts.
So she was effectively offline and blind.
It was uncomfortable, and she tried screaming.
All usual connections to “outside” were down, but she could tell they were running on emergency power.
“Commander Sigma! It’s a mess down here, we have arcing wires and.. HEY! You can’t go in there!”
The look the technician received in response was silencing.
“You and you, go shove those cutouts into full on position. You and you, place beams under the bars to keep them from tripping again.”
“Sir, we will get an exponential voltage spike down the lines!”
Soames grabbed the man by his shirt, “If we don’t get power restored, we’re all dead.”
Letting him go, Soames stepped down the hallway.
It smelled of ozone and melted lighting.
And worse.
Presently he came to the mains on that side.
The nanites in his body started going crazy, warning him of everything from the apocalypse to overdue bills.
He heard the click of the mains behind him, felt the floor thump below his feet.
Lights and smoke came up all around him as he shouldered the bar.
Shoving it into position, he instantly knew why this was a bad idea.
On the bridge, the holographic avatar of Bradamante appeared to slam into the floor with a scream as main power was restored.
They were temporarily hidden from the enemy hunting them in the nebula.
“Braddy, status?” Hopper kneeled next to the avatar as she started to get up.
“Miscellaneous damage to some power conduits, some sensors are out, drone bay on starboard is blocked. Two main engines down, main turrets still operational, teleFRAG online. And one Commander Soames arc welded to a busbar in his hardsuit. Let’s get back in the fight.”
“Is he still alive?”
“Unknown, the suit system let out a scream as it melted. But it is external to the suit. Internal may be fine, just suffocating and stuffy.”
Hopper nodded, the suits were designed to keep the wearer alive through most situations.
He just hoped high voltage was one of them.
“Helm, get us back in the fight.”
The silicon bugs were waiting just outside the nebula.
They could sense some motion inside, but not what it exactly was.
Bradamante limped to a small pocket in the gasses, calculated distance to target, and then:
“Sparks, give me that.” Bradamante took control of the teleFRAG directly.
A small pinpoint of light appeared on hull of the trailing enemy vessel.
Then another appeared on the center one.
Bradamante smiled as the sensors system registered the unique ringing sound of the mini supernovae created by the teleFRAG shots.
The lead vessel, unsure where the weaponfire was coming from, fired wildly into the nebula.
“Wrong guess.” Bradamante stated simply, main turrets turned and aimed, “Goodbye.”
Twelve lances of energy sped out from her centerline turrets.
The particle beams hit the enemy vessels at roughly the same time.
“Tag, you’re it.” a final teleFRAG pinpoint appeared on the lead vessel and rapidly expanded outwards to envelop what sensor data guessed was the bridge.
Morning!
Here.
Static cling?
What’s the ranking algorithm?
Ack! Hate it when that happens (just on general principle). When my simple radio alarm clock croaked, I got a really jazzy-looking hi-tech model that I never did learn to work correctly. It became a standing joke in my department. Nobody complained because I used to show up three hours before I was supposed to (why waste awake time when you could be mopping up?).
Exactly!
Ah yes, Angror the Jabberwock.
Note the enlarged arms and the tiny legs.
Also note the burning eyes.
We just barely get settled into the new home and you up and say time warp again...
;-)
” You never know what will attract a cat.”
Usually, another cat.
Your eyes would burn too, if you had soap in them...
Dark’s coffee claims another victim, I see....
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