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Date Posted: 22:49:16 07/06/01 Fri
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In reply to:
Nexious
's message, "Enter the Secrete Room....." on 17:06:40 07/05/01 Thu
>OK OK! This place is dead and its making me go insane!
>Now im gonna commite suicide! *points a gun to her
>head* ILL DO IT! I REALLY WILL!
Um....okay.....here, how about some fic to cheer your day! :)
actually, a MST fic....the MSTee is Darkheart and her sister's fic "The Vipers." The MSTers are myself, Ligare, and Manterror.....Ariel is going to DIE!!!!!!
taao!
taratron
The small blood red female turned to her commander, awaiting her approval or disapproval of her strike.
Manterror (as Scarblade): You MISSED! You were supposed to hit the OTHER starbase!
Ligare (as Vyper): Oops. My bad, leader. Sorry.
Taratron: Again with the small thing.
Manterror: Again with the color thing. She must stand out like an exploding starbase.
Taratron (glares at him): That was a bad pun.
"Excellently done, Vyper."
"My pleasure, Scarblade," the blood red female replied. Gambit turned away from her station again to face Scarblade.
Ligare (as Gambit): Oh! She’s still here! Quick everyone, stop talking about her!
"Do you have a destination for us?" she asked. Scarblade appeared thoughtful for a few cycles before responding.
Manterror: Cybertron.
Ligare: Disneyland.
Taratron: This really cool place called the Great Heep.
Ligare (glances at her): The what?
Taratron (matter-of-factly): Another Star Wars reference. It ate robots.
"Head for the Natales system," the taller female ordered, turning to face one of the youngest in her crew. "Plague, inform me of any Maximal or Predacon ships you detect. We may need to raid them for supplies."
Manterror: Why do I get the idea Scarblade is the oldest and tallest Predacon here?
Ligare: Because every time she speaks or is referred to, the authors tell us.
Taratron: I like the idea of supplies.
"Then perhaps you should have prepared better if we already need to raid supplies," Steeltalon snarled angrily, standing from her post and facing Scarblade.
Manterror (grinning): Can anyone say…DINOBOT!
Taratron: Well, yes, but at least he had the sense to challenge Megs when they WEREN’T in deep space. There was somewhere to go then.
Ligare: Like flying into a cliff from Megatron’s shot. Good choice.
and later.....
Ligare: Am I the only one here who wonders why they eject the pods? Why not keep them on board and activate them as needed for warriors, rather than waiting for them to drop and get damaged?
Manterror: Am I the only one here who wonders why she wants to shoot all the ships? I mean, how does she know that none of these are prospective allies?
Taratron: Am I the only one here who wonders when the Hell Ariel will let us out?
The blood red female nodded, as her fingers quickly danced across her control panel again, arming all weapons on the ship.
Ligare (Scarblade)(whacking Vyper): YOU IDIOT! You’re supposed to ARM the weapons BEFORE you shoot! No wonder we’re going down!
Manterror: There go those dancing fingers again…
Vyper quickly smashed both of her fists into the panel after it refused to fire the first time.
Manterror (the panel): Nyah nyah! Can’t make me work! I’m part of the rebellion! Go suck eggs!
Taratron: Judging from the way everyone is violent toward their ships, I’m surprised they have any ship left.
The Vendetta released its entire compliment
Manterror: What a shiny ship!
Ligare: And such lovely ladies aboard!
Taratron: And the flame spiraling out from it…glorious!
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