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

*giggle*

[Quicksilver] *From outside* Hey! If that ain't an insanely beutiful woman in there with Lizzy then move over, 'coz Captain smooth is on deck!
*Struts in, doesn't notice the missing floorboard, trips, and falls flat on his face.*
Ooh! Ouch! That one hurt!

(Agie enters now, looking scrubbed yet scruffy in his loose-fitting jumpsuit with Smiley t-shirt thrown over it. He's scanning a klipboard)

Good afternoon, ma'am. I was just out back finishing inventory.

As you might know, we're under attack in different areas of the ship. We're like, in a real hurry to get more crewmen, or so the captain says.

(scanning electronic clipboard)

I'm afraid the ship came with a built-in doctor. He's got a horrible bedside manner but he's competent. We do have a list, besides generic crewmen, which you can choose from.

Specific Vacancies: Positions and Posts
Pilot
Tactical Officer
Diplomatic Specialist
Chief Engineer
Shipwright
Fighter Pilot/General Pilot
Security Chief
Security Officer
Investigative Agent
Ranger
Drill Sergeant

See anything y'like?

*The VIPER shuttle slides gracefully into the docking clamps. A figure dressed in a gas mask and thick, brown stormcoat is the first out of the shuttle.*
[Fester] Alright. All VIPERs and Cadets report to me!

*wonders why he called him mam*

I be the investagiate agent then

[lizzy] reporting! . Captain Smooth eh?

*Fester turns to Quicksilver*
[Fester] Captain Smooth, Marshal?
[Quicksilver] It /was/ in his psychological profile, sir; self assured leading to egotistical in the presence of women.
[Fester] Ah. Obviously.

here i am reporting...

Reporting what?

[Pestilence] Yo! I'm here!
[Fester] Good. Now then, let's get to work! Marshal, you do what you can with your fighter. The rest of us will wait until the boarding action begins, then we will repel them.

I'm the medical officer for this away team. Where may I setup a triage area aboard this vessel?
I can lead you to the Sickbay, sir. Dr. Picardo will activate. Ms. Cal, welcome aboard. As a member of our security team please report to the Brig to be issued equipment and orders.

*Fester Cocks his compact Stubgun. Pestilence Slides his Autocannon off his shoulder.*
[Fester] I don't think Armaments will be a problem. Now, if you'll excuse us, we are going to the bridge.

[lizzy]

'Ello all

(It's getting difficult to track all the arriving shuttles)
Hello sir. Would you like to lend a hand? We're in a particularly rough situation and we need all the help. Later, if you survive you can even think about signing up.

*A tall dark cloaked man carring a staff docks his shuttle badly and disembarks.*
Dharackni reporting for duty sir! *looking at Fester*
*Takes the autogun retreaved from Nurgle cultist and cocks it. the cultist's head dangles off the strap.*
It's a trophy! *he declares after seeing the horrified faces of his fellow VIPER team-mates.*

*Rumble of engines tells people that Grishnaks boyz had arrived with his stuff, and a snack of course - cant go on a big mission on an empty stomach can ya?*
"Got dat big shoota i asked for?" Grishnak asked his grot runt, it replies by nodding like a madman/david gray, and hands it over.
"Right den, im ready to kick sum butt"

What!!!? *he says innocently*
Oh alright! *takes the trophy off and throws it back into the shuttle*

[lizzy] did they bring ?