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(I'm trying something new-ish for me, here; I'm going to post this as I complete the various scenes. Maybe it'll
keep me motivated to write it all. [Image: smile.gif])




The woman in green tights appeared in the middle of the swirling vortex of energy and immediately stumbled, almost falling to her knees. Only a wildly
flailing hand that happened to catch on the safety railing prevented that; she gripped it fervently and used its reassuring solidity to haul herself back to
her feet.

"That was NOT a -- urp! -- fun ride," she managed to say as her face turned green and her expression said her lunch was threatening to put on an
encore performance. She took a deep breath and stared at her feet for a few moments, apparently gathering her strength, then lifted her gaze to find a
startled Portal Corporation technician looking at her.

"Your thingy is broken," she informed the tech with grave dignity. Fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead and the green on her face
began to whiten. "You really need to fix -- urrgh, oh, excuse me please!"

So saying, she took to the air and flashed towards the exit, one hand covering her mouth, the other gripping her stuffed cat tightly, tears streaming from her
eyes. A second technician just coming in through the doorway dived aside with a startled yelp. She blew past him without slowing down, hung a right, and
vanished towards the bathrooms.

"Hey, watch it!" the latecomer barked as he recovered his balance. He picked up his fallen clipboard and made his way down the ramps, muttering to
himself. He paused as he reached his companion, and a puzzled expression crossed his face. "Ben?"

The first tech turned to face him. "Yes, Newton?" he said calmly.

"Who was that?"

Ben shrugged. "I am never seeing her before."

Newton frowned. "Well, how'd she get in here, then? This is a secured area."

"It is funny you should be mentioning that," Ben said, smiling nervously. "It is being the strangest thing."

"... she came through the portal, didn't she."


"The portal that we are supposed to be calibrating."

"Again you are correct."

"The portal that doesn't have main power connected to it."

"It is funny you should be mentioning that," Ben began, only to be cut off by a growl.


"I am taking a call from Dr. Marner," Ben said hurriedly. "He tells me I am needing to step up the schedule."

Newton's response was lost in a shuddering roar, as the still-active portal burped and disgorged another visitor. It -- she -- was to all appearances,
save clothing, the identical twin of the woman who had come before. Behind her, on the wall, the open inspection panel began to strobe red. The woman swayed
on her feet, looked confused, and collapsed to the deck, unconscious.

Newton and Ben shared a long look.

"What is to be happening if we are shutting down the portal?"

"I don't know. We might not ever find whatever coordinates it's linked to if we do."

"Should we to be shutting down the portal?"

"I don't know."

"Should we not to be shutting down the portal?!"

"I don't know."

"Are you being capable of saying anything else?!?"

"Not at the moment."


Newton shook his head. "Okay, okay, first thing is we have to do something very unpleasant."

"And this is being what?"

"We have to call Skroeder. He's in charge of security."

"That is very unpleasant."

"Then we have to call Howard and explain that his interference has caused an accident."

"Ah. I will be making the call to Scrotum."


"I am pronouncing it correctly."


--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Cute. So where's Johnny Five?
-- Bob
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Quote: Bob Schroeck wrote:

Cute. So where's Johnny Five?

He got hit by a bolt of Statesman's lightning and became Zeus Ex Machinea. Tongue

Still, the dialogue flows wonderfully. I didn't get the reference until Bob made it, but I was chuckling the entire time.
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
-- Bob
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
Heh. Bob nailed it. [Image: smile.gif]

I was wrestling with two prototypical Faceless Crey Techs, and it occurred to me that (1) they didn't have to be cardboard cutouts, and (2) it would help
in the long run if they were sort-of recurring characters. More the setting than them specifically, but whatever.

Linking in Short Circuit is just a bonus. [Image: smile.gif]

Anyway, more to come soon....

--"Listening to your kid is the audio equivalent of a Salvador Dali painting, Spud." --OpMegs
Yeay! I love it.

And making the Crey techs more than just faceless goons was a stroke of genius.
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy