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

Thanks.

[Servitor] My pleasure.

I wonder where to fit covert bob in?. I would have thought He'd be master of arms but I already have that role. If you reading this bob, try looking at the crew roster and picking something avalable

[Servitor] The Captain has appointed an "acting" rank upon Lt. Bob. He is currently in command of any planetary assault forces, or boarding parties the ship may need to form.

I have also been requested to tell you that the Officer's Mess is currently serving food. Today's special is smoked salmon in a distince Revarelle sauce.

*walks in wearing the habitual robes of those from a desert world*

Im Kran, heard you needed a Master of Ordinance.

[Servitor] Welcome. The ship is currently under attack. Please make yourself battle ready as soon as possible.

Hello sir

*Craxus salutes.*

I would like to sign up as Fleet Commissar, Master of the Ordnance, or Navigator. These are listed what I want to do from most to least. Please get back to me.

*Craxus salutes.*

Ryu strolls in

"I see that you need a fleet commissar, I would like to aply for the job."

It may take a while....I havent been contacted yet since april....

Yea, I don't know where wargamer is. Most of the conversations connected with this have stopped as he's not about to answer questions and give direction

I guess I shouldn't blame him because this summer the same thing will probably happen over at my game. A989698 Wargamer has been playing over there, he's Party Leader, and the ship kinda stopped. What's up with that?

And to me over the summer. I don't have the internet at home

Ditto!

Me to!

Sorry everyone, but with one thing and another I've been slipping out of Hitchhiker...

Okay, so who wants what?

Were all going to have to think of a way to all disapear at roughly the same to- perhaps to re-appear later

Im not sure.

WHOOOM!! The far wall expoded inward in thousands of pieces of glass and metal as the Shrike interceptor careened through the docking bay. It rolled into a crumpld ball of molten metal just as the cockpit ejected-

WHAM! The seat came apart, and the lone passenger jumped clear, burning, rolling to put it out. He stopped just sort of the group.

[Recrash] "Hehh... Hekk... Huuuurrrgh-"

And collapsed.

*Servitor stares emotionless at the figure.*
[Servitor] Medical emergency in shuttlebay. Apothecarian prepare for wounded.

"I'm sorry, he's dead." a voice said.

Two startling figures stepped into view.

Twin teenage girls, identical if you glossed over one having deep violet eyes and hair - yes, hair - while the other had emerald green eyes and hair, both of which hung down to their shoulders in straight, glossy cascades. Tall, sleek, graceful, very definitely beautiful.

The green-haired one knelt by the poor man, passing a handheld over him. "His vital signs are no more. He is beyond resuscitation even by my abilities. Tabulating eighty-three percent body surface covered in burns from the second-to-third-degree in seriousness. Subject was thirty-two, enhanced homo sapiens..." She was wearing a flowing long coat with two stripes of red meeting down and across at her heart.

The second stepped forward.

"Please forgive my sister." She said. Same voice, only it lacked the compassion of the other, replaced by cold preciseness and near-arrogant authority. She was dressed in an oriental-cut black suit with gold braid.

"I am Karma. This is Kismet," she said, gesturing to her sister. "We are Elite, homo superior, reporting for the positions of fleet commissar and surgeon, respectively. Here are our papers."