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

*Our unnamed villain watches Earth cautiously, looking at every possible spot that Bond, Liebe, or Volk could possibly launch towards the base from. He pets his rabbit while watching. Sends the orders to try and and get his final Terra Firma weapons installed*

~Greebo happily goes about her business... humming a little tune to herself that sounds similar but not perfectly... to the theme tune from Thunderbirds... ~grin~... She suddenly has this feeling that she is beeing watched... it's her cat radar... her tail goes stiff as she tries to detect where the malevolent feelings are coming from...~

*A voice comes on over the loudspeaker*

This message to Greebo T. Cat, Alien, and all other personnel of this Space Station. It is now in the hands of the Krylma. Do not expect to have your freedom granted to you until either the movie ends, or this base becomes unnecessary. Now, if you will go to the Brig . . .

*Sections of floor slide away from underneath all of the people on the base, including Greebo T. Cat. They slide to the brig, which is instantly sealed. Mocking laughter fills the center as the unnamed leader of the Krylma finalizes his last weapons preparations. Now all that is needed is for Bond and/or the Atlanteans to make their move . . .*

~Greebo searches her Garfiend backpack (NEVER LEAVE HOME WITHOUT ONE)... and finds her Acme Extendable Ladder... she climbs the ladder to the ceiling of the brig... slips her titanium false claws between the gap in the ceiling and prises it apart... she scrambles clear before the ceiling/floor closes...~

Phew lucky me had my AEL with me... ~grin~

~Greebo goes over to the Space Station Radar and Communications Room... checks to see where the last incomming message came from... and replies along the frequency...~

You dispicably, villianous, vile, evil, filthy, stinking, horrid and totally rotten bad person you... ~Greebo grins as she points at the microphone to accentuate her words...~ Believe me, you will not get away with this dastardly plan of yours... whatever it turns out to be... Me, Greebo T. Cat will stop you, even if it takes until the end of the following 6 sequels... ~grin~

*Lands with her spaceship just in time to hear the first message from speakers and to see everyone suddenly disappearing. Looks surprised at first, but then a blink appears in her eye. She grabs her shovel and runs to the Space Station Radar and Communications Room seeing Greebo sending her message there. Is slightly disappointed when there's no baddies in sight.*

Greebo, what's happening here?? We'll have to do something about this... Here, have a shovel!!

ALIEN... ~Greebo huggles her partner...~ Thank goodness you arrived... and with a shovel as well... ~Greebo takes the proffered shovel and pops it into her Garfield backpack...~

Me is not sure what is going on... but now you are here... me has every confidence in stopping it... ~confident grin~

*Airlock capable doors slide closed, completely sealing the comm. room. All equipment goes dark, except for a lone moniter, in which can be seen a person sitting in a deep shadow.*

Now, would you two please stay put? I have enough to worry about with James Bond coming up here. Probably with Volk, Liebe, R, and all of the other Atlanteans and secret service agents he can get his hands on. Believe me, once I rule the world, I, the leader of the Krylma, will either reward you for staying put, or slowly kill you for interfering. I don't think you can, that door couldn't be opened by a half-megaton blast, and the space between doors is so thin that something would need to be ni-infinitely thin to sneak through, so don't try it. Bye!

*The Krylma leader ends the link, destroys that moniter, and worries that he may have more than Bond to worry about*

*Bond arrives and is strangely drawn to a big red button*

sub-ether message>> to Greebo T Cat>> Hold fast. Star Ship GRI-GRI returning to base at six-pack speed. All tropical fruit weapons and S.E.P. at full power<<
>>to Bond>> Don't touch that button!!<<
Rocket Rod aboard S.S GRI-GRI in orbit around Alderabran...

~Greebo grins at Bond and feels stangely shaken and not a little stirred.. she then ponders Rod's message...~

Don't touch that button Mr. Bond...

*However it is too late.*

Sorry what were you saying I couldn't hear over all the noise.

Sorry... ~vapid grin~... thats the beating of my heart... ~Greebo yells in Bonds ear~ YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE TOUCHED THE RED BUTTON!!!!

*The Chief of Security finally shows up* Sorry I didn't get here sooner, everybody, but it is a religious holiday today. *Dan pulls out his standard issue Kill-O-Zap gun and prepares to get those bad baddies, and wonders what the Red Button does*

Well finally... huh... not sure what we pay you for...~Greebo thinks upon this statement... ~ Hmm... we don;t actually pay you do we??

No you don't, so I guess you can't fire me for incompitence.

*GL, the space station gardener and groundskeeper comes in from tidying up the palm trees in one of the hangars. Walks into the control room to see an aqua-clad person in the command seat. The aqua-clad figure whirls and fires at GL. The shot hits GL's shovel and in a freak ricocet kills the aqua-clad figure.*

Hmmmm. I wonder what that was all about?

*Wanders over to the command desk and looks at the monitor. Sees a shuttle approaching. Keys microphone.*

Aliens space station to unidentified shuttle. Welcome. You can land on the main pad. Hope you enjoy your stay.

*Notices a screen showing space station employees in the holding cell. Pushes the cell door release button.*

*JB niotices the door opening and beckons the employees to find shelter away from the action*

SS GRI-GRI arrives in real space with S.E.P (some-one else's problem field) at full power.>>message to space base<< >>am in possition to cover that suspicious shuttle. awaiting orders, will co-ordinate with security chief as required<< >>message ends<<
Rocket

Take down that shuttle, Rod. We'll do something about the villain who, although apparently dead, most likely isn't. I know these evil-doers.

Right Dan. Shuttle in sight and locked in. Fire one, Fire two. Two tropical fruit Punch coconuts on the way. And there's more where they came from. We will defend Space Base from all invaders (from straying forums). Now, where is Greebo? and shall we launch an attack against the forum from which these interlopers came. First shots scored direct hits, they're disabled, two more on the way.
Rocket