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

"I'm back," the said the Captain as he walked through the airlock and took his chair. "Status report."

[Quicksilver] Well... Um... the Scarab thing's ran off... I think he's going to re-connect with the girl... Should I warn the Medilab?

"Negative, Mr. Quicksilver. I'm opening a personal channel to the Medilab, I've a plan."

[Quicksilver] Oh... I'm so glad about that...

[The Captain] "And well you should."

"It's returned to its host body." The Doctor reported over the comm, "It suspects nothing."
"Excellent."

The captain swung back from his chair to face the forefront of the bridge. "The Epsilon creature now carries several 'modifications' that I requested. Neural bugging devices. Mr. Wesker, please activate them. Let's have what it's thinking."

[Wesker] Strange... ever heard of "internal Monologue?" She's got two...
*Switches the device to full audio.*
[Epsilon] They are inquisitive, but there technology is primitive... You are quiet, why? You normally have something to say.
[voice] About?
[Epsilon] Everything.
[voice] ... They removed something...
[Epsilon] Yes, a follish idea. They do not understand the danger they placed you in.
[voice] I don't see why-
[Epsilon] You're growing dependent on the implants. I keep track of your bio-readouts. You're hooked on sedative and neuro-conditioners.
[voice] I dom't feel hooked...
[Epsilon] That's because I control your stimuli, plus you're asleep when I'm gone.
[voice] ... I'm tired of being controled...
[Epsilon] You would rather we left you for dead?
[voice] ... no...

"Primitive technology?!" This from the Captain.
Khar Siid reacted by punching through several schematics on the main screen.

"We haven't been idle. We've recovered as much tech as we could from the derelict field, our encounters with the asteroid, and that Matrix ship. Now fully assimilated." Khar Siid said.

"Shh..." the Captain said, leaning closer to listen to The Epsilon Show, on the radio.

[voice] Where are you going?
[Epsilon] "We", you mean. We are going to see the captain.
[voice] I think they did something to me... something's different, I'm sure...
[Epsilon] No, I would know about it. Everything is as it should be.
[voice] But...
[Epsilon] No "buts".
[voice] Okay... Why are you going to see the Captain?
[Epsilon] I... need to see him.
[voice] Something's not right... you... have feelings for him?
[Epsilon] What!? How can I have feelings for someone?
[voice] You have access to my emotions, you can feel what I can feel. I can fall in love, so can you.
[Epsilon] No I... You are purposely trying to distract me!
[voice] Whatever you say...

"This gets weirder and weirder," the Captain noted, in between mouthfuls of popcorn. "Hey Wesker! How are you with the filters, can we get visual input on her thoughts now?"

[Wesker] Yes... hang on... Deacivate the scanners!
*The system deactivates as Epsilon walks in.*
[Epsilon] An interesting ship, Captain. Where are we going now?

::Walks in wearing his usual $1 cloths and a Sheriff Star that couldn't fool blind for being gold::
Where are we to be going...It's getting quiet down there.

"Well, since you asked," the Captain said. "We've just finished repairs and modifications, and we'll return to the Starship Graveyard to mine it for technology and materials. Once fully prepared, I intend to engage that living asteroid - and this time win!"

"Science Officer Lizzy," he called. "Begin developing a strategy for fighting space-rocks. Mr. Quicksilver, initiate hyperspace jump. Mr. Wesker... Keep an eye on Epsilon."

[Quicksilver] "Mister"? Why "Mister"? It's just Quicksilver...
[Wesker] Go stick an egg up your nose.
[Quicksilver] Again?
[Wesker] ... I'm not going drinking with you anymore.
[Quicksilver]

well that sounds like fun
so what ya want me to do..any crazy villans on the ship to hunt down?

recrash could I make a form for accepting people for spots in my secruity team?

[Quicksilver] Try Wesker.
[Wesker] Don't you have anything better to do?
[Quicksilver] Absolutely. *Falls asleep.*

::throws a pebble at Quicksilver::

"Yes you may, Chief. Just post it in the Bulletin Board and I'll check it out. Later. Now-"

The stars scream again as the ship jumps, back into the starship graveyard.

"All set, Lezzy?" he asked.
"Gotcha. Initiating vortex."

They watched as the localized singularity pulled ship hulks into Resource Processing, where a scanner took a molecular snapshot of each piece for any advanced tech. That done, they flew on into the roaring nuclear fires, which stripped them to their component elements.

"Resource material salvaged... 230 kilotons," Khar Siid crooned. "Salvaged tech.... 40% armor improvements, 50% propulsion, 25% armament. Upgrading..."

"Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

[Wesker] Sir! Something's penetrated the ship! A vessel has beamed into the Shuttlebay! It must have used our collector system... It's Minion!
[Quicksilver] Woah! What!? I'm gone!
[Wesker] Wait! Qui- Oh hell! Why can't he use his head for once!