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

MIASMA: *smiles* ~Like I said, you presume so much.~

*walks back up the steps and guards hold back*

*follows*

Cat got your tongue?

MIASMA: *smiles to self* ~I assure you now, brother that whatever you do here today you will regret.~

*feets clang along gantry*

I have few regrets Miasma. I act for good, and the ends justify the means.

MIASMA: ~How absolute.~ *cracks neck and steps to a window that points inside to a garrison of guards*


~Tell me what you see.~

*looks out of the window*

Guards. Lifeforms either trained or brainwashed by you to be the tools of your evil.

*smiles and points at himself*

MIASMA: ~Try again.~

I just told you what I saw down there Miasma. I saw a group of armed lifeforms. Bearing in mind that you have armed them, then they are acting under your instructions.

MIASMA: ~I'll make this easier for you~

*signals a guard who stands at his side and then undoes his headwrap*

*watches*

*Miasma steps back and smiles while he folds his arms*

*goes pale*

You bastard..

You total bastard!

*grabs Miasma by the throat with his bionic hand, and pins him against a bulkhead*

*pulls his lightsaber into his left hand, ignites it, and holds it close enough to Miasma's neck to singe the hairs*

Who created you?? Who did this?

MIASMA: *indifferent to the saber and laughs* ~You don't know? Watch it with that hand you could hurt someone. Many, many times over.~

*turns off the saber*

*drops his hands to his sides, face a picture of calm*

Geddon... But I saw him plummet. He survived?

*using a speed made barely visible by the Force, Annat lands a solid uppercut on Miasma's chin*

*scowls*

And he created you. And all of these. With what technology? Kaminoan? Mannan?

*lowers head after hit, indifferent*

*guard refueses to move*

MIASMA: ~They're not quite the same as me. After all they're still human.~

*Miasma moves with ludicrous speed and return Annat's favour, pinning him by the throat to the opposing wall by the forearm with unnatural force*

*pulls the arm away enough to allow him to breathe*

What.. Do you want... From... Me?

And... What do.... You... Mean? You... Aren't... Human?

< come ooooon [storm] !!!>

*reclamps arm and it doesn't budge*

MAISMA: ~Haven't you heard of Human Replica Droids?~

*releases and smacks Annat hard with his palm*

*reels sideways, spitting blood*

A droid. Well isn't that magic.

But why me? Of all the people in the galaxy, why me?

MIASMA: ~I'm just a gift.


So when do you attemnpt to blow this place brother?~ *kicks him* ~With Tobru and Powol fighting heh.. you and Cheni with her little friends in the cells not bothering to ask why no guards have come. Don't think you could get them in time.~