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

[Intel Officer #1] Ze glasses! Zey do nothink!

[Intel Officer #2] Ach nine! I'm blinded!

Realize I do control the Intelligance officers (unless Myst wants too for a spell), they do not simly get shot and tossed asie, there fore, Congratualtions Terran, you did it right.

*the Intelligance officers flail about in their blindess, about five more ruin up behind them, swinging their clubs at Terran*

I'll control the Terranic NPCs.

*Officer one blunders into the rest, knocking the whole of the mob onto Terran.*

[#4] Ha! (ow) We got (ow!) you!

Oooof!
*Falls over under the weight of the highly overweight one*

I can't breathe...

*Wanders back in from the toilets No-one looked there, did they? Sorry guys, I've been and half for the weekend and a bit beyond - why does that always happen when things are getting interesting?

Moves to stand behind billiard table*

Would you lot please stop following me around? I'm getting sick of these nanoprobes! Now behave!

*As if to emphasise his point, he gets out a "Reaper" Borrowed from A910694 and his own modified Vulcan cannon.*

Now I suggest that you get all nice and relaxed.

* MaW crawls under a billards table and stays very, very still *

Myst, Just don't make them complete idiots, I understand the joke of gov agents and police of any kind are totaly inept, but in realaity, most are not.

*Isard swings his shotty around and points it at Euan's chest.*

This beast is full auto, drop your guns.

* MaW watches from under the billards table and cringes in anticipation of a lot of noise and mess being made *

*Isard points his own Reaper at Terran.*

drop 'em.

Oh, they'll be more or less morons. With the luck of the gods. That'll be humourous, AND useful.
I see a stalemate.

Actually screw the shotty.

*Puts shotty back in his cloak, whips out a massive flack cannon.*

Drop your guns.

*Vercingetorix (or Verc for short, the newly named version of Terran) is currently being crushed un der the weight of one of the overweight Terranic goons*

Thras: But she's not holding a gun.

Jade: *flicks the blade around in her hand so that her fingertips very slightly grasp the point and throws it at the gap near Isard's neck*

To paraphrase a very bada** elf, their armour is generally weak beneath the arm. And near the neck.

I feel that you have not understood the situation that you are in. I am currently aiming a vulcan cannon at you, and you have the temerity to pull out a gun, replace it and pull out another. Mr Trigger Finger is feeling a little put out at the moment, and so I'd advise you to be a little more careful just now.

*trigger finger twitches... 100 rounds fly out of barrels and go through the wall to the outdoors*

Sorry, Hypatia. I'll fix it later

Now, where was I?

...Yeah that and he (hopefully) has been bloody stabbed in the neck...

Mmm-hmm. And I was sure I'd posted before you again. hootoo's been a little odd recently, you're right

* MaW slowly and nervously starts stretching out a hand to His Divine Shadow's trousers, with the intention of setting them on fire, but without being noticed beforehand *

*Isard dives to the left, avoiding Jade's knife, he rools into one knee and fires the flack cannon at Euan's chest.*

*Craxus finally spilling his . Stands up and wipes his trench coat off.*

That makes me very ANGRY!!!

*Craxus pulls out his tommy gun and aims it towards HDS.*

Haha, it looks like everyone is points there weapons at HDS!

Dang simipost.

*Craxus shoots a warning shot by Isard's face.*

One more move and I'll make sure you never have children!