scylis
Assassin/Subtlety Spec'd
- Joined
- Aug 9, 2000
- Posts
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*in the command center of a new, top-secret military space station. many officers in simple yet stylish, brownish-grey uniforms and knee-high, shiny, black boots scurry around preforming various tasks*
Leutenant Peon: Sir! A troll has just appeared on the scanners!
Major Asshole: A troll? How fortunate! I shall inform the Grand Moff. Tell targeting to track is closely.
*the major turns and leaves the command center*
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*the governor's personal arboritum, featuring many strange varieties of plants and a soothing, babbling brook. the doors slide apart to let the Major through, and he makes his way to a solitary man standing in front of a small viewport, arms clasped behind his back as he stares out into the inky black*
Major: Governor, I'm very sorry to disturb you but...
Grand Moff/Governor: *still looking out the viewport* No, no... it's alright. Your business here, Major?
Major: Sir, scanners have picked up a troll in the area.
GM/Gov: A troll? Excelent! I assume targeting is tracking it as we speak?
Major: Yes sir!
GM/Gov: Excelent! Then let us get to the command center.
Major: Yes sir, Governor Scylis, sir!
*they turn and leave the arboritum*
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*back inside the command center. activity has increased dramatically. the GM/Governor and the Major stand in the middle, the GM/Gov reading over a report just handed to him*
GM/Gov: Is the troll in range yet?
Lt.: Not yet, sir. Once we have cleared the moon, we will be able to fire.
GM/Gov: Excelent? Time to target?
Lt.: Five minutes, sir!
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*on the planet. somewhere out in the boon dikes. a man walks towards an out house. he has a massive beer belly, yet seems rather skiny otherwise. a huge mullet adorns his head and he wears beat-up overalls and a wife beater shirt with "TROLL" printed on it in big letters*
Troll: *looking up at the sky* *in a thick redneck accent* Why, ain't this night just as purty as all get out? *notices the large, rouond shape appearing from behind the moon* Wha' th' hay-ell? since when di' we have TWO moons?
*a bearded old man appears from the nearby tree line. he wears long tan and brown robes*
Old Man: *in an English accent* That's no moon... it's a space station.
D)
Troll: A space station? Tech-nol-o-gy sure be sumptin, woooo eeeeeee!
Old Man: If you'll excuse me, I'd best be leaving now!! *fades away into nothing*
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*outside shot of the space station, which is nothing more than a huge, grey sphere with a large concave indention settled above an equatorial line bisecting the station*
*back in the command center*
Lt.: Sir! We have cleared the moon. Line to target is clear and all systems are green.
GM/Gov. Scylis: excelent. You may fire when ready.
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*various shots of black uniformed officers in shiny, black, slam-shaped helmets pulling levers, twisting dials, and pushing buttons. the last is by a long cylindrical shaft which hums for a few moments before a large, incredably powerfull green energy beam shoots through it*
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*outside the station. six beams emerge from equaldistant positions around the circumfrence of the large indention. they are angled so that they all meet a specific distance from the center of the indention to form a much more massive beam. the beam streaks out on a straight line to the unsuspecting troll, vaporizing him in the most awsome and devestating display of anti-troll technology ever created*
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*back in the command center. everybody is cheering and celebrating a good shot*
Grand Moff/Governor Scylis: That's what happens when you try to fling shit at the BB, fucker! *shakes fist*
Leutenant Peon: Sir! A troll has just appeared on the scanners!
Major Asshole: A troll? How fortunate! I shall inform the Grand Moff. Tell targeting to track is closely.
*the major turns and leaves the command center*
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*the governor's personal arboritum, featuring many strange varieties of plants and a soothing, babbling brook. the doors slide apart to let the Major through, and he makes his way to a solitary man standing in front of a small viewport, arms clasped behind his back as he stares out into the inky black*
Major: Governor, I'm very sorry to disturb you but...
Grand Moff/Governor: *still looking out the viewport* No, no... it's alright. Your business here, Major?
Major: Sir, scanners have picked up a troll in the area.
GM/Gov: A troll? Excelent! I assume targeting is tracking it as we speak?
Major: Yes sir!
GM/Gov: Excelent! Then let us get to the command center.
Major: Yes sir, Governor Scylis, sir!
*they turn and leave the arboritum*
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*back inside the command center. activity has increased dramatically. the GM/Governor and the Major stand in the middle, the GM/Gov reading over a report just handed to him*
GM/Gov: Is the troll in range yet?
Lt.: Not yet, sir. Once we have cleared the moon, we will be able to fire.
GM/Gov: Excelent? Time to target?
Lt.: Five minutes, sir!
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*on the planet. somewhere out in the boon dikes. a man walks towards an out house. he has a massive beer belly, yet seems rather skiny otherwise. a huge mullet adorns his head and he wears beat-up overalls and a wife beater shirt with "TROLL" printed on it in big letters*
Troll: *looking up at the sky* *in a thick redneck accent* Why, ain't this night just as purty as all get out? *notices the large, rouond shape appearing from behind the moon* Wha' th' hay-ell? since when di' we have TWO moons?
*a bearded old man appears from the nearby tree line. he wears long tan and brown robes*
Old Man: *in an English accent* That's no moon... it's a space station.
D)Troll: A space station? Tech-nol-o-gy sure be sumptin, woooo eeeeeee!
Old Man: If you'll excuse me, I'd best be leaving now!! *fades away into nothing*
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*outside shot of the space station, which is nothing more than a huge, grey sphere with a large concave indention settled above an equatorial line bisecting the station*
*back in the command center*
Lt.: Sir! We have cleared the moon. Line to target is clear and all systems are green.
GM/Gov. Scylis: excelent. You may fire when ready.
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*various shots of black uniformed officers in shiny, black, slam-shaped helmets pulling levers, twisting dials, and pushing buttons. the last is by a long cylindrical shaft which hums for a few moments before a large, incredably powerfull green energy beam shoots through it*
===============================
*outside the station. six beams emerge from equaldistant positions around the circumfrence of the large indention. they are angled so that they all meet a specific distance from the center of the indention to form a much more massive beam. the beam streaks out on a straight line to the unsuspecting troll, vaporizing him in the most awsome and devestating display of anti-troll technology ever created*
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*back in the command center. everybody is cheering and celebrating a good shot*
Grand Moff/Governor Scylis: That's what happens when you try to fling shit at the BB, fucker! *shakes fist*
