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Broma-ba Slick couldn’t focus. He could see a big brown blob, with little pink blobs attached to it. He could feel a dull throbbing in the back of his head. He could also feel something bumpy nudging him just below the right ear.
The brown blob slowly resolved into the underside of his desk. The pink blobs resolved into his stashed and forgotten lumps of bubble gum. The dull throbbing resolved into more dull throbbing, centered on a growing bump on the back of his head. And the bumpy nudging resolved into the toe of a green cowboy boot, encrusted with xith nuggets.
From his supine position, Broma rolled onto his right side to confront the boot. “Obsidian?”
“Where the hell were you, Broma? You were supposed to be with the mining expedition. Dr. Lecter somehow found out we were going to Verasi and shot it all to pieces.”
Broma slowly sat up, gingerly rubbing the lump on his head. “It’s coming back to me now. Dr. Lecter must have infiltrated my office, knocked me out, stole my notes on the location of the mining expedition, slid me under my desk, and then attacked the mission.”
Obsidian stared at the lump on Broma’s head, the dent in the underside of Broma’s desk, and the partially opened box on the floor. “Looks more like you bumped your head on the desk while trying to install your new security device,” said Obsidian, shaking her head.
Broma desperately needed a change of subject. “Nice boots, Obs.”
“Thank you. Got ‘em from ViciousNanite.”
“Gift?”
“Arm wrestling. “
Obsidian watched Broma slowly get to his feet. “Broma, I need to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“I’ve looked over your financial reports on Broma Transport. How can you buy heliocene in Helios for 2200 credits, sell it in Dau for 2000 credits, and make 500 credits in profit?”
“That’s what Yossarian wanted to know,” muttered Broma.
Obsidian stared. She wasn’t a big fan of ancient earth literature.
“Well, just make sure you’re not trying to run some sort of secret op or something. You know that’s ViciousNanite’s department.”
“It’s just an ore hauling business,” sighed Broma, as Obsidian headed for the door.
Just as the door swung shut, Broma’s commline began to ring. Not his TGFT comline. Not his private commline. His Broma Transport commline.
Broma scrambled to answer. Customers were scarce, and he liked to make a good first impression. “Broma Transport. We Buy Ore!” he said in his most professional manner.
“Yes,” said an odd, breathy voice. “I have some heliocene to sell in the Helios system. Quite a lot, actually. Perhaps we could meet to discuss arrangements over a nice glass of Chianti.”
Broma’s mouth went dry. “Dr. Lecter?”
“Very good Mr. Slick. I am very much looking forward to meeting you. I think you will enjoy the ore. I also have some quite interesting information on a couple members of your little guild.”
“What do you mean, Dr. Lecter?”
“I’ll see you in Helios, Mr. Slick.” Click.
Broma looked at his still-uninstalled security device. He decided it could wait. “Who would want to spy on my office anyway?” he thought as he sprinted for his ship.
The brown blob slowly resolved into the underside of his desk. The pink blobs resolved into his stashed and forgotten lumps of bubble gum. The dull throbbing resolved into more dull throbbing, centered on a growing bump on the back of his head. And the bumpy nudging resolved into the toe of a green cowboy boot, encrusted with xith nuggets.
From his supine position, Broma rolled onto his right side to confront the boot. “Obsidian?”
“Where the hell were you, Broma? You were supposed to be with the mining expedition. Dr. Lecter somehow found out we were going to Verasi and shot it all to pieces.”
Broma slowly sat up, gingerly rubbing the lump on his head. “It’s coming back to me now. Dr. Lecter must have infiltrated my office, knocked me out, stole my notes on the location of the mining expedition, slid me under my desk, and then attacked the mission.”
Obsidian stared at the lump on Broma’s head, the dent in the underside of Broma’s desk, and the partially opened box on the floor. “Looks more like you bumped your head on the desk while trying to install your new security device,” said Obsidian, shaking her head.
Broma desperately needed a change of subject. “Nice boots, Obs.”
“Thank you. Got ‘em from ViciousNanite.”
“Gift?”
“Arm wrestling. “
Obsidian watched Broma slowly get to his feet. “Broma, I need to ask you something.”
“Shoot.”
“I’ve looked over your financial reports on Broma Transport. How can you buy heliocene in Helios for 2200 credits, sell it in Dau for 2000 credits, and make 500 credits in profit?”
“That’s what Yossarian wanted to know,” muttered Broma.
Obsidian stared. She wasn’t a big fan of ancient earth literature.
“Well, just make sure you’re not trying to run some sort of secret op or something. You know that’s ViciousNanite’s department.”
“It’s just an ore hauling business,” sighed Broma, as Obsidian headed for the door.
Just as the door swung shut, Broma’s commline began to ring. Not his TGFT comline. Not his private commline. His Broma Transport commline.
Broma scrambled to answer. Customers were scarce, and he liked to make a good first impression. “Broma Transport. We Buy Ore!” he said in his most professional manner.
“Yes,” said an odd, breathy voice. “I have some heliocene to sell in the Helios system. Quite a lot, actually. Perhaps we could meet to discuss arrangements over a nice glass of Chianti.”
Broma’s mouth went dry. “Dr. Lecter?”
“Very good Mr. Slick. I am very much looking forward to meeting you. I think you will enjoy the ore. I also have some quite interesting information on a couple members of your little guild.”
“What do you mean, Dr. Lecter?”
“I’ll see you in Helios, Mr. Slick.” Click.
Broma looked at his still-uninstalled security device. He decided it could wait. “Who would want to spy on my office anyway?” he thought as he sprinted for his ship.
I'm glad you dicided to continue Operation Toasted Marshmellow, Lecter, no matter how much I despise you =P
/me takes notes on hive/void connection
This is good stuff. Now...since, as demonstrated by BLAK, a virus won't work on the hive, and the 'Void' provides the the brains behind the hive itself......what would it take to cause the hive to rebel against The Void? There would be only one viable way to do that, and I would think that ould be dangerous enough...
/me takes notes on hive/void connection
This is good stuff. Now...since, as demonstrated by BLAK, a virus won't work on the hive, and the 'Void' provides the the brains behind the hive itself......what would it take to cause the hive to rebel against The Void? There would be only one viable way to do that, and I would think that ould be dangerous enough...
The hive is a virus gone very wrong. (Or very right depending on how you look at it)
Trolls, flames, and related off-topicness [WHACKED].
"[Tue Nov 22 21:47:36 2005] 80ff80->Miharu: Should one of us die, the favor becomes null. I cannot impose the demand on your estate, nor can my estate seek to redeem it from you"
You really are a lawyer, remind me never to let you talk me into making a legally binding deal with you...
You really are a lawyer, remind me never to let you talk me into making a legally binding deal with you...
I'm more worried about what the actual "favor" is...
Personal to both Lecter and me? I don't think I want to know...
Personal to both Lecter and me? I don't think I want to know...
He wants you to father his child?
Errr...
Errr...
/me whacks Zoras.
Delete this post when you get rid of Zoras'
Delete this post when you get rid of Zoras'
vIsitor, the Hive has already experienced some sort of fight with itself. See: http://www.vendetta-online.com/x/msgboard/7/11522#149136
As for what is behind that, it's all speculation right now. However, further information will be revealed as that thread continues after a short holiday and vacation break.
As for what is behind that, it's all speculation right now. However, further information will be revealed as that thread continues after a short holiday and vacation break.
Interesting. (I swear it wasn't me!). Properly manipulated, we may be able to drive the wedge between the Hive and the Void that we need.
Hrm, looks like Lecter is at the cusp of all the RP going on lately, doesn't it? These matters with the Void, Joyce...
Kinda makes you wonder whether all this is going to come full circle? Sort of a ring, perhaps?
What will he come up with next? A secret way to Alpha Centauri?
[/veiled references]
Kinda makes you wonder whether all this is going to come full circle? Sort of a ring, perhaps?
What will he come up with next? A secret way to Alpha Centauri?
[/veiled references]
So, am I right, you Tool?
Per'aps he needs his Oc implants adjusted...
Or maybe he just needs a good Swirlie.
Per'aps he needs his Oc implants adjusted...
Or maybe he just needs a good Swirlie.
Uh oh... Lecter deleting some of his posts can't be good...
>.>;
/me wonders what Lecter is up to...
/me wonders what Lecter is up to...
Self restraint perhaps? Maybe he is turning over a new leaf...
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Hehe, yeah, you're right. Just another "lookatme!!!" move.