h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Sartasmus-You were only fighting before everyone gathered here. You would have never defeated the forces of the five of us together. AND that's not even MENTIONING how better prepared we might've been if you people hadn't simply told the truth and admitted to not being from either of the boards that we were expecting!

[Trunks] And Yar says,


[Yar] Yes but there'd still be at least /some/ collateral damage, though, wouldn't there?


[Trunks] ... still clinging to a pedantic point that doesn't make any difference.

Sartasmus-Very probably, though we probably would have peacefully left everyone in the Dining Hall when we made the call to the Asteroid, thus preventing either B.E.T.T.E. from becoming suspicious or that trigger happy lady with the nano-gun from shooting directly into our "negotiation session."

Greklas-Sartasmus, what's done is done. You can't change that. Well, you could I suppose, but time travel is difficult with all of the dampeners in this area. Pretty much just forward at the rate of one second per second....

So, are they gonna try to kill us, or not..?

*a ringtone rendition of 'Albequerque' starts playing. Corrupt reaches into a pocket in her robes and pulls out a cell phone.*

Message from... Kudos? What does *he* want?

*reads* "hey blah blah rescue me blah blah stuck in some weird place with some good guys..." This is supposed to *convince* me?

*puts away the phone* Well, maybe I'll help him. Later. If I need a ballistics shield.

[Bulma] [as Corrupt] "I'm too evil, anyway."


[Yar] Eh, where's he think he's gotten? I could use the exercise.


[Trunks] [as Yar] "I'm too nice, anyway."

Well, he says he's stuck in some kinda dimensional weirdity. With a bunch of good guys, no less. *sigh* If you go after him, guess I'll come with--those guys over there are gettin' on my nerves.

Greg-Unless you missed it, we've pretty much been cut off from the Castle.

*Greg points at the firmly exploded remains of his teleportation machine*

Greg-That's the only teleporter that I've constructed that's even capable of working around the strange anti-escape fields that this place has to offer. It'd take hours for me to properly construct a new one. Maybe days. It'd be faster for us if we were to simply land the castle on this asteroid and search for your friends on foot.

Sartasmus-Probably running into a few dozen hyper-charged villains and demons on the way, mind you. Although I need someone to remind me: let's make sure that we leave Trinstar in a cell here before we leave. Don't wanna have to deal with imprisoning him again.

[Yar] Now that at least I agree with.


[Vegeta] Hmm ... I guess they /could/ come up with some kind of contrived plot device to get there anyway.

[Trunks] Like that grenade thing.

Or perhaps merely finding a suitable landing spot somewhere.

Are we there yet....?

[Bulma] [as Corrupt] "I have to potty!"

[Trunks] [as stern father in car ride] "We passed a rest stop two minutes ago! Why didn't you say anything then!?"

I'm bored. Maybe I should see what's going on in the prison...

*Greklas looks up from a control panel*

Greklas-Working on it! I've found a pretty good landing spot. There's this incredible little Mesa that looks like we could send a shuttlecraft down there.

[Yar] Great, I'm starting to get bored.

[Mog] How about a game of electronic halma? [pause] Just asking.

Sartasmus-A game?

Greklas-I'm not sure that we'd have the time.

Greg-Do you think that the Squid can manage the castle by himself, or should one of us stay here?

Greklas-*Considers* In the event that the shuttle is damaged, you should stay here to work on a way to transport us out of there.

Greg-Alright.

Sartasmus-Do I have to go?

Greklas-Your alchemical skills will serve us better down there than up here.

Sartasmus-Maybe, but if you'll remember I want to KILL your new friends.

Greklas-*Ignoring this, pushing a PA button* Giant Squid! Prepare a shuttle and send it to the launch pad!

Squid's Voice-Can do.

Another Voice-Who's that?

Squid's Voice-Never mind.

*The PA system clicks off*

Greklas-Who else was that?

That voice sounded strangely familiar...

*thinks a bit, shrugs*

Oh well. Come on, let's get going!

[Trunks] [deep voice] "Insert deus ex machina here."


[Yar] I second that.

Ellimist-I dunno. I'm still waiting for these guys to be right about their prediction about the grenade. So far I've not seen that thing really help any hero noticeably. Who's to say that they're still accurate judges?

Crayak-Shut up and enjoy it.

Ellimist-I'm just sayin' that-

Crayak-SHHH! They're about to say something else!

[Mog] Something else that's been bothering me ...


[Trunks snickers.]


[Mog] Bass and Treble are with the other Salonistas ... How can we be sure they'll be safe in the event of turning on each other?

[Yar] Oh, I'm sure Bass and Treble are /quite/ capable of taking care of themselves.

[Mog] Oh. Whew, that's a relief ...