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

*Under the control of Daedalus, a medbot scuttles over and begins to heal Skullock.*

*Craxus talks into his cell phone at Daedalus.*

Hey, why don't you share the wealth.

*Craxus points to his bloody arms and some what of the legs.*

*Craxus talks into his cell phone at Daedalus.*

Hey, why don't you share the wealth.

*Craxus points to his bloody arms and some what of the legs.*

All I need is just a tad healing till we get the job done.

*Isard arrives at the mech lab and starts looking for the mercs that are running around stealing things (not the one that Craxus is heading to, the other one). Isard shuts down his rocket pack and gets out his guass tommy gun [hence forth the gTg, not to be confused with the GBG].*

Isard (through comm unit to some local Military base and to the Government headquarters): I'm hunting down some baddies, and there are several more of them than me, could I get some freaking help? Like, oh lets say, a couple squads of very heavily armed commandos or, maybe a Battalion or ten?

to Mystrunner: is there a hanger with operational mechs? or just 2 factories with lots of parts?

::Wakes up to the sound of Isards comm::
Im tired, I've fallen down 14 stories, Been hit in the face with a full bottle of beer, Kicked multipe time, bound up ,pistol whipped, and Its getting late and im not drunk... I think ill be all the help you need....
::Gathers up his weapons and all the weapons he collected over the past few hours and runs to re-enforce Isard::

goody gumdrops! I'll buy you several weeks worth of cases of whatever alchoholic beverage or beverages you want! billed straight to the taxpayers!

*Isard leans against a pallet full of boxes marked "calve armor and hydrolics" and begins to apply self bonding armor squares to his swiss cheese like chest armor. The squares will bond to the armor as though they were part of the armor from its original forging. the result, the armor is just as durable as new, the downside, it doesn't look all that great, nor is it shiney. But Isard will have to muddle through, after all, he can sand the armor down when, or rather if, he survives this.*

*Isard eats another doughnut from his replicator and thinks to himself, "I'll have to program different types and flavors into this thing, grape jam just gets old after a half day or so.*

I WANT A WAY OUT OF HERE! I DONT CARE WHAT IT TAKES...I...MUST...GET...DRUNK!!!
::Blasts away at the medbot healing MaW with the precision of a Sober alcoholic (think Jim from blazing saddles)::

*Craxus shoots at Agent Zophyk to get close enough to stick a needle into his neck, and sedates and hog ties him. In the mean while Craxus, Terran, and the others are traveling to the 2nd mech lab, pointing at the signs.*

*The Mech lab roars with the sound of Plasma Reactors activating. Marshal smiles at the consoles.*
[Mech CPU] Reactor... Online. Sensors... Online. Weapons... Online. All Systems Nominal.
[Marshal] Wonderful. Now Yar, remember that we're here to protect these things, not to go gung-ho. You understand? Now, Computer, open bay doors.
[Mech CPU] Unable to comply. Door control system is inoprative.
*Aims the PPCs and fires, annihilating th 2-inch thick titanium door.*
[Marshal] Door's open. Let's go.

Ranmafreak - there is no medbot healing me, I'm not currently here

sorry meant Skullok...

Wargammer didn't you here Myst? He said that he shut down all the mechs so you cant use them. And i think he said there in parts, not a full moble suit.

The mechs have been deactivated. And there are no others active, just parts in the other hangers. Sorry.

*Black-clad commandos begin filling the room.*

[Squad Leader] Allright! All non-terranic personell, drop your weapons and surrender. All your base are belong to us!

*pauses and frowns*

[Squad Leader] I mean, um, there is no escape!

*Isard staggers out from between some crates, limping because of how baddly his ankles hurt*

Any medics here? I need some medical attention, and Agent Zophyr (sp?) needs some too, he's in the corridor heading towards the east mech hanger. there's some really nasty hippy villians going there to steal parts.

*Isard collapses on the ground from the pain in his chest (all of those lovely bullet holes)*

*Mean while Craxus and the others make there way to the 2nd mech lab and get to a key code entry pad.*

Hmmm......... Daedalus can you hack this I don't know if i can.

Oh, right, sorry...

Okay, let's assume I've found a Cockpit system, but haven't blown anything up yet...


[Marshal] Yar! This one's in working order! Can you find the construction systems? If you can, we might be able to get some legs on the thing...

[Yar] Hang on a sec, lemme see here ... [punches a few codes into a computer] Whaddaya MEAN, "access denied"!?!? [punches a few more in] Ah, here we go .... ....... ..... ......

[Closeup of the screen, revealing a comic strip]

[Yar] What the hell is THIS?? Okay, I think I'll stay outside folders with "personal" in their names.

*Tries to access a computer, but it just reads gibberish until he puts his foot through the screen.*
[Marshal] Looks like the whole system's melted... Any good at re-booting systems?

*Craxus tries his luck with the key pad on the 2nd mech lab.*

ACCESS DENIED....

ACCESS DENIED....

ACCESS DENIED....


Daedalus could ya help me out here, I'll keep going at it though.