This is a Journal entry by Dizzy H. Muffin

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Post 21

Irving Washington

*moves his hand out of the way of Mr. D's foot*

I'm not too terribly clear on that myself.


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Post 22

Dizzy H. Muffin

[Yar walks into the main room, which is about ten feet away from the entry hatch, and looks like a cross between the corresponding room in the Millenium Falcon and the interior of the Heart of Gold in the BBC H2G2 miniseries.]

[Yar] Well, y'see ... as some of you may know, back when I was a Jedi, I had a bunch of clones of myself running around, the first of whom had apparently turned to the Dark Side fairly early. Recently, they moved to the Star Wars galaxy, where they underwent a fairly startling ... transformation, and began behaving insanely-evil instead of just a slight variation on how *I* behave. So I'm planning on going to the Star Wars galaxy in order to investigate ...

[Computer Voice] Dramatic pause.

[Yar] ... the *true* nature of the Dark Side. First, though, I wanna investigate a few places in H2G2-space. We're going to the Space Station first, and I also want to investigate the wreckage of the OmegaMatic. Just as a control for the experiment, you see.


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Post 23

Irving Washington

*nods*

Should I have brought some sort of weapons? I'm really more of a mechanic/engineer/improbability physics expert...


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Post 24

Santragenius V

*finishes donning a pre-era but still functional looking set of space gear and a smaller variety of weaponry that looks to cover vaccuum as well as various atmospheric conditions alike*

Mmbblmbbllllggrhhhmbbbl

*walks up the ramp, trying to fix the thing on the helmet that would allow him to speak in simultaneous translation to just about everything .... err, sorry Lentilla ... everybody*


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Post 25

Dizzy H. Muffin

[to Irv] Well, I suppose most of our battles will be in space, using the ship's built-in weapons. [shrugs] For that matter, I suppose you could get something at the space station.

[considers this] Unless you know the ... improbability of a gun randomly appearing in your hand? smiley - evilgrin


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Post 26

Irving Washington

Random appearances have a rather high improbability number. On the other hand, the improbability that I will discover a gun that someone else has misplaced has misplaced is so low as to be within the parameters of "normal." Somewhere between 43 and 41.


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Post 27

Dizzy H. Muffin

[shrugs] Makes sense.

[looks around to check who's on board and who's leaving]


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Post 28

Irving Washington

*Heads into the bowels of the ship to do a few quick checks before takeoff*


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Post 29

Dizzy H. Muffin

[Yar, meanwhile, heads back to the front of the ship, and also prepares for takeoff.]


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Post 30

Mr. Dreadful - But really I'm not actually your friend, but I am...

[Takes off the backpack and sits down... rummages around a bit and produces a clay pipe and leather pouch]

Hope nobody minds... it's psychic tobacco. Completely harmless and always smells like your favourite thing.


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Post 31

Santragenius V

*sits down and adjusts some controls*

Aasaghlduisoahjldxnjkl smiley - musicalnote

*shakes his head inside the helmet and starts reading a much-folded piece of paper titelled "Instr¥ctions for Ħðlmet*


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Post 32

Irving Washington

*Is relieved to find that his ship does not have actual bowels, but rather metaphorical bowels in which he has located the mechanical interworkings, all of which seem to be working.*


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Post 33

Dizzy H. Muffin

[Among the other things Irv finds are the aforementioned two Bambleweeny 57 sub-meson brains connected to each other.]

[Yar closes the hatch, and the antigrav generators activate, causing the ship to gently lift off, with the G-forces only mildly affecting the ship's artificial gravity (and that of Earth. Or wherever we are.), then starts to move straight upward.]

[Yar] Okay, I'm gonna take us out of the atmosphere before heading to the space station, we want to travel through the portal in a controlled fashion, not getting blown through by the Earth's atmosphere getting sucked through it into the vacuum of space ...


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Post 34

Mr. Dreadful - But really I'm not actually your friend, but I am...

I dunno... getting blown through by the atmosphere does sound rather exciting.

But I suppose it's much better to be sure we'll get there in one piece.

Y'know, that first statement sounded a lot ruder than I'd intended.


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Post 35

Santragenius V

*nods and gently twists the button*

Merveilleux!

*smiles as French is much closer to human speech than any of the previous attempts*


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Post 36

Irving Washington

I could have sworn I just heard someone speaking in the language of the Frogmen of Tau Beta IV!!!


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Post 37

Dizzy H. Muffin

[The ship begins to tilt backward so that it is pointing in the direction it is flying; this has no discernible effect on the gravitation.]


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Post 38

Dizzy H. Muffin

[Yar rechecks something]

[Yar] ... Oops. Space *Centre.* [types something into the controls]

[A cup of tea appears on the screen for one of the Bambleweeny 57s. On the other, there appears a rather large number followed by "to 1 against". A bright orange portal leading to F35868?thread=5438445 appears in front of the ship; it flies through, and the portal closes.]


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