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

*This is the lobby before the various Research Laboratories of the Grand Repository Of Knowledge. The ever-present LibraGram sits behind a desk, next to a lab reservation sheet*

*NYC runs into the lobby, and bellows "Khaaaaaaaaaaannn!"*

*zzzzIP!*

[Khan] I HATE it when you say that!

[NYC] Do you answer to anything else?

[Khan] ...Shaddup.

[NYC] Artillery?

*Khan tosses howitzer*

[NYC] Support?

*Khan dons chainsaw*

[NYC] When'd you get that?

[Khan] What, this? Sorry, the bigger one's a bit rusted.

[NYC] ...Err, right. Time to start searching.

[Yar] [comes in behind them, followed by Student 1] Here, lemme see if I can find him using the Force. [stretches out with the Force /yet again/]

*Corrupt walks in and has the sudden urge to slap Yar. However, this urge is immediately supressed by the sight of Khan, and the memory of a certain Chinese tank that got destroyed...*

[Yar] [who in his heightened state of Force-sensitivity can detect even that minor danger] Don't try it, Corrupt.

*Yar can sense Anti-Affy5 in this general area*

LibraGram-Afgncaap5's lab suite is a bit out of the way, so I'll activate the teleporter for you. Should be easier.

*LibraGram begins entering the coordination codes*

[Yar] Hey, thanks, man.

[Student 1] I'll be going with them.

LibraGram-Um,....well, I'm already letting this relative group of strangers in without actually checking on whether or not they actually know Afgncaap5, or whether or not Afgncaap5 is alright with an interruption in his experiments, so I don't really see any problem with you tagging along. Although I'm curious, why are you tagging along with this group?

*Khan takes a big, long stare at Corrupt, ending it by sticking her tongue out at her and giving her a bronx cheer. When LibraGram asks the question, NYC looks at Khan and Khan starts the chainsaw with a grunt*

[Khan] Who wants ta know?!

LibraGram-*Shrugs* Just curious. This Student didn't come in with you people, yet he's attached himself to your group pretty quickly. Anyway, I've entered the coordinates, so just step onto the teleportation pad when you're ready.

*The pad to F1738054?thread=385410 lights up, ready to transport people to the lab*

Ooo I like to travel in style

*steps onto the pad*

*Corrupt makes faces at Khan , gives Yar a big friendly grin , and steps onto the pad.*

*NYC runs through the lobby, with a murderous glint in his eye and a loose sidewinder missile under his arm*

[Ray sprints after him, then abruptly jumps up and starts gliding towards him, a la Magus in Chrono Trigger's "running" animation.]

Just for the sake of continuity, we'll assume that this pad is more of a spatial rift creator rather than a partical transferance system. The running fits better, then.

Huh?


*NYC slides to a halt, swings around and weilds the fins of the missile like a bat. He swings at Ray as Ray closes in*

Well, you guys just ran out of there, like the exit's a permanent fixture. This didn't work with my initial concept of a basic pad that just moves particles of matter around, so to keep continuity going I'm re-envisioning it as a spatial rift that stays open.

In other words, don't mind me, nothin' to see here.

*arrives, takes in the scene and decides he'd rather venture through the spatial rift than intervene in the NYC/Ray missile/baseball entanglement*

I'll just say "D'oh!" and leave it at that.


[Ray leans back to avoid the swing, then jumps into the air, arms spread out to the sides. There's a bullet-time rotation around them, and then Ray kicks at NYC.]

*Ray's kick connects with NYC who, momentum carrying the missile away, tugs at the submachine gun he had on him. In bullet-time, it looks like one smooth motion downwards and backwards with the missile curving outward in his left hand and the gun blazing an a similar arc from his right hand, but in real-time, it's more like NYC fires wildly while getting knocked flat on his ass*

*whp-smack*

*NYC jumps back to his feet and scurries with the missile in hand to the residential lobby, shouting something along the lines of "don't have the time for this!", firing back in the general direction of Ray while doing so*