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Tales Snippets of the Legendary: Salvage and Refuse

(Note: This 'loosely' clips in Mag's origin as somewhat earlier than Terrence's Tenchi Apotheosis. This is subject to change at any need)

I bent, at the waist, to pull open a drawer labelled 'radioactive salvage'. The drawer was lockable, but my armor's security transponder had
already unlocked it. It slid open smoothly on heavy-duty bearings, and I raised an eyebrow at it's stout construction and thick walls.

Oh, radioactive. Right.

Inside were several banker's box sized cartons of a heavy plastic, tagged and wired shut. The first carton was labelled 'possible salvage - CC Nokia
rep on any developments, reference Legendary contract #5107-B'. I raised the other eyebrow at that, then put them both back in place. The wire was merely
twisted closed, and opened easily. Inside the box was a pile of cellphone batteries, emanating the eerie green glow characteristic of most of the radiation
abilities I'd seen.

I looked around, curious. I heard a rustling and doors opening and closing from the Arcane side of the workroom, indicating someone else in the salvage area
there.

"Oi!" I called across the intervening rack of shelves. A 'thump' and some muffled cursing answered me, and a shock of unruly dark hair poked
up above the Arcane workbench, identifying the 'thump'er as Terrence.

"T, why, exactly, do we have a mess of radioactive _cell phone batteries_?" I asked. Terrence stood up, revealing a high blush and an open mouth.

"Ahhh, uh.. ah." He said, then bent, slammed shut the cupboards he'd apparently been acessing. "Ahh. *ahem* HRM." He finished, then
turned, and walked out of the work area towards the base portal.

"Ok, then." I replied to his departing form. I retied the box shut, and put it in the radioactives drawer. Shaking my head, I pulled out the next box
of salvage.
"No can brain today. Want cheezeburger."
From NGE: Nobody Dies, by Gregg Landsman
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5579457/1/NGE_Nobody_Dies

Nice tie-in.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

I find your ideas amusing, is there anyway to subscribe to your brain's RSS feed?
-Terry
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"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy

J. Random Egghead: "Blast it all! Where am I going to find irradiated lithium at -this- hour?!?"

The Legendary Representative: "You rang? Let's talk volume discount..."

*grins* I can't help but wonder if behind the scenes somewhere, The Legendary -- maybe the base AI (there is one, right?), maybe Lora, who knows? -- has
deals set up like this. Only to reputable end users, of course, but still.

--sofaspud
--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs

All of a sudden I'm remembering a Mythbusters episode.

Adam Savage to Jaime Heiniman, on the idea that M5 Industries INSANELY eclectic files and boxes that you see along the walls might have ANYTHING in them. And
what the chances are that they have Depleted Uranium bullets stashed away in there somewhere.

ADAM: "Would that be under 'D' for Depleted or 'U' for Uranium?"

(Grin)

*coughs* Damn you wire..You were not supposed to find all thoes batteries!..They were supposed to be my little secret! *glances around for Eva, worried she may
make him dispose of the batteries properly..not just foist them off in base salvage* Now write moar! *grin* Your stuff has much amusement value..even if you do
take pot shots at me *chuckle*