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

[Bass also arrives, and sits leans against a wall, arms folded across his chest.]


[Vegeta] [as Bass] "Someone gimme a cigarette!"


[Yar] How about I try to use the Force to find where our Affy is, or at least get some kind of Jedi hunch about what to do next?


[Trunks] Five bucks says there's a Force-blocking system.

[Vegeta] You're on!

Dr. Harvey-It can't hurt to try. I mean, ordinarily they have systems set up to block those, but it looks as if those have been turned of by B.E.T.T.E. in the Corridors. I mean, so far our group has teleported, used magic, and made use of various powers and techniques that ordinarily couldn't occur on this Asteroid. However, since B.E.T.T.E. agents also use super powers and super weapons, they've probably turned most of them off for convenience. How does it work, by the way? Do you search for shape, DNA,....what?

Lizard-Rat Thing-

*NYC ambles up the hall, rather uncomfortable with the sudden slowdown of pace - and the lack of any rush of violence. How can his talents shine when there aren't walls caving in and weapons firing? After all, there are all these boring sods who armed to the teeth with heavy, exotic weaponry, and seem to see something *morally* wrong with firing them off from time to time. Peh, heros. NYC sulks.*

*considers* I'm not sure 'morally wrong' quite fits the bill. It's just that the less shooting that goes on, the less likely I am to get deaded.

And the noise is unpleasant.
Suppose we jam this door so that it won't close on us and have a look outside? At the very worst we'll only discover another bunch of zombies and a lith or two. And that would give our fellow travellers here something to vent their aggression on.

Dr. Sartasmus-Take my word for it: no zombies here. Only a few on the floors above and below us, too.

Affy4-And this door doesn't lock. Even if it does close, it can be opened again. Lady Corrupt merely had to revolve the knob, and the entrance revealed itself. But the only thing out there is a big desert, not too far from a Mesa where a puppet created by a gigantic mass of evil is battling a hero clad in armor.

I don't like the sound of a gigantic puppet and battling .

But I suppose we could stick our heads outside and take a look.

.. clad in armour... hang on a sec, that is Garius he's talking about, isn't it? Blimey, what are we waiting for?

*Dashes for the door*

er, where am I going?

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Affy4-Keep in mind that this Garius person is at least a mile away.

Are there any conveyances available? If not, we'll just have to run. We can do that in 10 minutes without winding ourselves, yah?

*Corrupt tosses NYC the Binary Blaster*

Stop sulking. It doesn't fit your character at all.

*Kudos begins reconstructing himself, sending angry vibes through the room again*

Corrupt!

*NYC visibly brightens*

Great! What took you so long? What's that rumbling outside?

*NYC runs by Corrupt to peer outside, and sees a Zoological reject and an armor-clad mercenary picking up successively larger rocks within view of a giant, hideous blob - like Jabba the Hut on a twinkie binge, but a dozen times worse. Haven't these evil beings heard of style?*

How did you get here?

Heh, I should probably be asking *you* that... although, judging from your history... guess it's not such a long shot after all.

*considers the question*

...but I'm not entirely sure why I'm here. Just that there's some quest going on that Kudos was trying to be first to win, and I got pulled in by being brought up in conversation too many times. Somehow the clues led to this place, so I've been busy trying to break in... and get out of that dungeon with those boring so-called mad scientists.

So, where're you headed? Looks like there's some good guys around here we could cause trouble for...

*Dr. Harvey enters a battle stance and powers up his battle suit, and The Arithmancer opens his magic text book of power*

Arithmancer-We heard that comment. We don't *have* to help you out here, you know. Just Garius Lupus, really, and then only in regards to finding the despicable Afgncaap5.

Harvey-*Starts talking, but stops when he realizes that he's got nothing to add*

Where am I headed? I didn't really think too far along those lines... I guess once I escape the prison and get my stuff, I go where the action is! But the action's here, and all I'm missing is my stuff. It's quite frustrating, really. You wouldn't happen to have some sort of teleporting spell, would you? Mayhem is my middle name (or is it chaos?) and I assure you I'll be right back and make the lives of your "mad" scientists really maddening. =P

Well... I can't teleport you just *anywhere*... but this could help you.

*hands Jon a tiny leather bag*

There's a key in here that, when touched, will take you to my shop and back. I think you'll find *plenty* in there... on the house, this time.

*A look at the key would reveal this inscription: A2042533*

Dr. Harvey-I think they're challenging us.

The Arithmancer-Yes. Who would dare incur the wrath of five mad scientists?

Dr. Harvey-Yeah, no one dares to bother the....we've never given a name to our group, have we?

The Arithmancer-No, not yet....you know, we really should've thought of one before we applied to have the review boards come to inspect Greklas' castle....

One moment, please...

*kpwing*

*NYC disappears from view*

*Stupid Little Robot tap-dances directly behind YK. This annoying noise is probably what's causing his sensing through the Force to take so long*

Harvey-I've GOT IT! We'll call ourselves "The Sci-Five"!

*The Arithmancer hangs his head and shakes it*

Arithmancer-You just don't get it....

*NYC returns with another out-of-place sound effect, outfitted with a slinged Seburo and a shoulder-mounted Howitzer. Don't ask HOW he carries it, just fear that he manages to do so. Ph34r.*

Right then, where were we?