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  Something to kitt out your car with
Posted by: robkelk - 06-24-2008, 01:56 AM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (1)

http://www.reghardware.co.uk/2008/06/23 ... er_satnav/]The Knight Rider in-car GPS unit, complete with vocals by William Daniels.

Anything I could say about it has already been said in the article...
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

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  Riot Force Reports: Enemy Within
Posted by: OpMegs - 06-24-2008, 01:48 AM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (19)

Here I stand,

Helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes,

So many days go by.

Easy to find what's wrong,

Harder to find what's right.

I believe in you,

I can show you that

I can see right through

All your empty lies.

I won't stay long,

In this world so wrong.

Say goodbye,

As we dance with the devil tonight.

Don't you dare look at him in the eye,

As we dance with the devil tonight.

****

You are a very brave girl/woman/person, Inyme/Member Clan W'tin, the scientist says as we approach the lab. Like
all of us here, he worries at the moral implications of what I'm about to undergo. But there is no other choice.

Remember, you are our last hope/bastion/resistance. Without you, the Race/People/Society will fall to the decay that the
Perverter/Corrupter/Blasphemer has caused among us. Our purity/purpose/direction is in jeopardy/peril/danger. Though some change/adjustment/evolution is
necessary to adapt/evolve/react, the abandonment/sacrilege/renunciation of the Perverter/Corrupter/Blasphemer is too much.

I understand/comprehend/recognize, I reply. How well I understand. The procedure would probably get the scientists
involved banned from any medical conference and harshly punished among either half of our race. It is considered a punishment akin to these natives' death
sentences, so awful is its effect on the recipient. Unless you're prepared for it. Accepted it as necessary.

I lie down on the table, feeling the utter oneness that I know will soon be gone. My form has already been altered to fit among them. My armor modified to fit
this new form. I wait for the surgeons coming to alter my powers so that I won't stand out. To those already fallen and those who would delay my mission.

It's an odd sensation. Not as unpleasant as you'd think. But for us, it's like night and day. I imagine the Earthers are used to being like this,
away from the constant comfort, contact, and acknowledgement of the rest of their race. But for me....for my mission....I am, for the first time, completely
alone....

My brain comprehends the guttural mangled words of those sending me to this world, but my mind is elsewhere. Still contemplating the utter silence. My briefing
is finished, even though I know it by rote already. My commanding officer looks at me.

"Comprehend: your objectives?"

"Objectives: acknowledged. Mission: accepted."

"Assessment: brave child. Imperative: go and find evidence: condemning. Await your return: we. Remember: not alone, duration: forever."

I turn away and step through the teleportation grid, stepping onto the pavement of Atlas Park. No, I will not be alone forever. I will infiltrate these
treacherous humans, use them to accomplish my mission, and return to my people....and then we will return and lay waste to those that threaten the Rikti.
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."

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  George Carlin, RIP
Posted by: Evil Midnight Lurker - 06-23-2008, 08:17 AM - Forum: General Chatter - Replies (12)

Instead of the traditional moment of silence, I call for a solid five minutes of extreme profanity. It seems appropriate on several levels [Image: frown.gif]

--Sam

"I think it's the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately."

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  Nifty Bind Tricks
Posted by: Sofaspud - 06-23-2008, 07:24 AM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (5)

I was beating my brains out trying to figure out how to set up binds for my new shiny Peacebringer the other day, and somebody -- I forget who, sorry -- asked
that I share if I ever figured it out.

Well, I figured it out, and it is -pretty-.

What I've got here is a method to set up a single keybind that can change what it does after each press. I'm using it to switch into Bright Nova form
-and- reset my power tray, then switch back out of BN and set the power tray back to what it was before. Same key.

You need two text files stored on your local drive to make this work. I'm going to list their contents first, then the line you need to use to start the
whole thing off.

Quote: pbbn1.txt

t "goto_tray 4$$powexec_toggle_on bright nova$$bindloadfile c:gamescityof~1covbindspbbn2.txt"

Quote: pbbn2.txt

t "goto_tray 1$$powexec_toggle_off bright nova$$bindloadfile c:gamescityof~1covbindspbbn1.txt"

And the line to start it off:

Quote: /bindloadfile "c:gamescityof~1covbindspbbn1.txt"

And that's it. All I have to do is tap T to switch to BN form, then tap T again to exit, and my trays are shuffled automagically.

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

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  Ensuring the next generation of heroes
Posted by: Sweno - 06-23-2008, 05:46 AM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (5)

Ok, this came up in the legendary channel while we where running around the first half of the Doctor Q TF (the second half of which as been postponed until next friday)
Several times during this mission I lost track of where everyone was due to laughing so hard.


Just Another Archer: Man, fighting a war against pumpkin headed monsters... My life just keeps getting weirder
Terrence Knight: Paragon city..A new freak to fight every day *grin*
Just Another Archer: One of these days I'm just gonna freak the heck out.
Bella Fuego: When life gives you lemons, make lemonage, when life gives you pumpkins, make pie. I shall even sent you cinnamon and nutmeg.
Highland Samurai: When life gives you lemons, make Blackcurrent Coridal, then watch the world sit back and wonder how the hell you did it.
Terrence Knight: ((When God gives you lemons.. YOU FIND A NEW GOD))
Emerald Blast: ((I like lemons...))
Just Another Archer: Uh... maybe I'll get Ifrit to cook. That's not something I'm good at,,,
Mag Flashlight: ((When life gives you lemons, shoot the hostage and increase the agression in your negotiating posture))
Terrence Knight: ((haha))
Emerald Blast: Ifrit: would you like your pumpkin fried, fried, fried, flame-roasted, or fried?
Bella Fuego: I let Morgan cook, I burn things out of habit
Terrence Knight: I'd like to say I can't cook..
Terrence Knight: But Unfortunatly I can
Terrence Knight: quite well actually
Emerald Blast: You'd be lying, Terr. Mmm!
Just Another Archer: Neko: If by not cook, you mean you burn everything...
Just Another Archer: Don't you start.
Bella Fuego: If this is leading to the smoking after, and during sex joke, I have beaten you to it.
Just Another Archer: ... eh?!
Emerald Blast: We're more into the glow, Bella. During, after, before...
Terrence Knight: *coughs*
Superball: When ya gotta glow, ya gotta glow.
Just Another Archer: *Goes slightly pink and looks at the communicator
Terrence Knight: *the sound of a facefault can be heard over the communicator immideatly after superballs comment*
Superball: Hey, hey, don't be like that. We're just a socially and morally responsible civic-minded supergroup with an eye towards the future.
Bella Fuego: I suspect the reason the chief has not awarded me the firefighter badge is a matter of false alarms called in by the neighbours
Superball: Spawning the NEXT GENERATION of protectors for this fair city.
Superball: Who will no doubt be radioactive.
Superball: And on fire.
Just Another Archer: I, uh....
Superball: ...we can set you on fire.
Just Another Archer: NO!
Superball: Aw, not even a little?
Emerald Blast: *blinks dubiously at her communicator* Um... spawning wasn't exactly what... I... uh...
Terrence Knight: ((*cant stop laughing at Superballs commentary*))
Just Another Archer: [ditto]
Mag Flashlight: ((Rhea and Lisa pregnant.. simultaneously!))
Superball: You're -not-? You gotta think about spawnin', girlfriend! Your biological geiger counter is ticking!
Terrence Knight: ((oh god no))
Emerald Blast: ((Mag? You can die now. Smile)
Just Another Archer: My what?!
Mag Flashlight: ((a cute little pair of Mutation Origin babies.. 8 D)
Terrence Knight: ((*is in tears now*))
Just Another Archer: [You can tell Alice is younger then she claims to be, can't you? Tongue]
Bella Fuego: Your biological clock has a half life.
Cyberman 8: ((Hysterically laughing.... going... inot... oxygen debt...))
Superball: Tick tick tick BOOM.
Superball: BABY BOOM.
Superball: I bet you thought that was just a metaphor.
Bella Fuego: A rod in the reactor as it were.
Just Another Archer: I, uh, that is... I don't eben have a- I, um...
Superball: It's a chaaaaain reaction!
Emerald Blast: And what a -- I mean, BELLA!
Mag Flashlight: ((Condom Failure = Shielding Breach ^_^ ))
Frenetic Sublimation: [this is getting posted to the boards]
Just Another Archer: *Is blushing and stammering.*
Bella Fuego: It just sank into the ground like a big glowing gopher. meltdown!
Highland Samurai: [Does that make Erectile Dysfunction a melt-down?]
Terrence Knight: *mutters something about being terribly happy that he's not near anyone atm from all the red his face is doin*
Just Another Archer: Neko: *Has fallen off Alices shoulder, yowling with laughter*
Mag Flashlight: ((Consider the logistics of performing a vasectomy on Terrence))
Terrence Knight: ((*covers self*))
Bella Fuego: That would not be hard Terrence, there are no shortage of broadsword scrappers out there.
Superball: Well, see, the little swimmy bit meets the little round bit inside mommy, and that's nuclear fusion.
Just Another Archer: !!
Superball: And then they split and make a new moon unit, and that's nuclear fission.
Superball: It's SCIENCE!
Terrence Knight: YOu wanna try and do that to me? *growls*
Mag Flashlight: Hey, I rented the jackhammer and everything!
Mag Flashlight: don't chicken out now!
Terrence Knight: I'm 'quite' happy how I am now
Superball: Surgery by IMPERVIUM!
Just Another Archer: Neko: *Laughing, looks up at Alice* Oh dear... I'm going to have to give you the talk now....
Bella Fuego: It isn't science unless someone gets hurt
Terrence Knight: You better be bringing an army with ya then
Superball: Soooooo, if you're all-fired up about keepin' the old photon torpedoes intact, that means YOU wanna spawn?
Terrence Knight: never liked sience
Just Another Archer: NO YOU'RE NOT!! *Is ready to die, judging by the blood all transfered to her face*
Terrence Knight: Hey I might want something in the future, deffinatly not now..or anytime soon..but eventualy
Bella Fuego: As long as he does not maintain your Star Trek metaphor and fire at Will. Poor Willy Starbuck
Superball: Hark, Sir Knight! Doth thy ladies know of thy intentions?
Superball: Verily, madam, we shall henceforth move away from the metaphors of the future.
Superball: And speaketh now of old-fashioned rumpy-pumpy.
Terrence Knight: *smashes his head against a wall* Make it stooop...
Just Another Archer: Neko: Superball, I do wish you wouldn't talk like that in front of children.... hehehehe
Frenetic Sublimation: [well he doesn't have to worry about that problem with Lisa, not that anything would survive the rad doses from the act itself]
Mag Flashlight: ((I'm tellin' ya, Mutation Origin, right there
Superball: (Whoa, she's been baking Ter's cookies?!)
Cyberman 8: *C8 is laughing too hard to help. He's just sort of spasming off in the corner*
Mag Flashlight: ((Super Eggs!))
Bella Fuego: We shall indeed sport. Attention sports fans.
Terrence Knight: ((Lol! and nope she has fried eggs comeing out the tubs))
Terrence Knight: ((*tubes*))
Bella Fuego: Just be pleased that Jackie is not party to this, party or the group dynamic would expand to both hights and lows
Terrence Knight: *shudders at the thought of Jackie being here*
Terrence Knight: Thank GOD
Genau'Goeg: ((Back when I was on WBS as a mod for the Anime Chat RP room, we had someone who was playing as a relative of the Masaki family from Tenchi Muyo....he had "Masaki Super Sperm".....he got like 6 people pregnant in rp))
Emerald Blast: *mutters something about stopping by the store for better protection*
Just Another Archer: Rhea... are they always like this?
Superball: Oh, come on, kiddo, don't tell me nobody's given you the talk before.
Superball: The SUPERHERO talk.
Superball: It's all the spandex.
Superball: It squeezes the important fleshy bits together.
Emerald Blast: Who? Us? Yeah, we're a bunch of degenerates. But it's fun, though!
Superball: Thus putting them under intense pressure.
Just Another Archer: ...
Superball: Compression leads to eventual explosive release.
Superball: Possibly with a lot of steam.
Terrence Knight: (OMG acyl stop..I cant breath from laughter)
Bella Fuego: Just be glad you arrived after the discovery of resistant materials, in past days we finished most battles in scraps, tatters, and... tangles
Terrence Knight: (*faints*)
Just Another Archer: ... Maybe I should have stayed on the streets....
Emerald Blast: Superball, I don't think we've met yet, and I don't know if I should thank you -- for reminding me to check on soemthing important -- or yell at you for putting these ideas into Terr's head.
Mag Flashlight: Both!
Mag Flashlight: Simultaneously!
Bella Fuego: The scraps were our uniforms, the tatters were our inhibitions and the tangles... well that was the team
Superball: Which hea---naw, too easy.
Terrence Knight: *chokes*
Just Another Archer: *Blushes again*
Just Another Archer: [Well, that's the next Archer short after this one sorted.
Just Another Archer: [A bright red Archer given the 'talk' by Lady of the Peace, Neko, and a certain crazy rad-slinger Tongue]
Terrence Knight: Superball..If we were not both in the same Supergroup..I feel..I'd have to smack you..I'd say the same to bella but I'm afraid I'd go up in a massive fireball and be sent to the medlab
Emerald Blast: ((Of them all, Rhea's the -least- maternal, heh Smile)
Just Another Archer: [Yeah, but Archer really likes her. Dunno why. Request permission to use Mr Whiskers Tongue]
Emerald Blast: ((Go ahead, bearing in mind he's literally just a stuffed cat Smile)
Just Another Archer: [Oh, I know Tongue]
Bella Fuego: I would not set you on fire Terrance, I would merely make several suggestions to your paramours
Terrence Knight: *mumbles*
Superball: ((Okay, JAA, show us on Mr. Whiskers where the bad supergroup members touched you.))
Terrence Knight: I think being set on fire would be the prefered option..
Superball: ((*points to the stuffed cat*))
Emerald Blast: ((*shatter*))
Mag Flashlight: ((CHOKES ON COFFEE))
Just Another Archer: [BOOM!]
Bella Fuego: Of course it would, revenge is an art
Cyberman 8: **SHATTER**
Cyberman 8: ((Acyl, you bastard, you're making this Task Force take longer than it needs to since we're all LAUGHING SO DAMN HARD.... ^_^ ))
Highland Samurai: ((I'm not laughing.... Wink ))
Amberlee: (( Not me.... =S ))
Emerald Blast: ((I laughed so hard I got lost AGAIN))
Terrence Knight: ((then your sense of humor is dead)
Terrence Knight: (( Tongue))
Mag Flashlight: ((that's because you haven't been on the board and read the backstory yet, Sam
Highland Samurai: ((Cause I'm fighting, not reading Tongue))
Cyberman 8: ((Oh yes.... that's right... he doesn't know the CONTEXT...))
Mag Flashlight: (pish tosh, do both
Terrence Knight: ((no excuses! You MUST be amused!))
Amberlee: (( ... Saying it is dead implies it was once alive... ))
-Terry
-----
"so listen up boy, or pornography starring your mother will be the second worst thing to happen to you today"
TF2: Spy

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  [Story] ItGWO: VVS Promotion Parties (and what not to do when trapped in one)
Posted by: Cobalt Greywalker - 06-22-2008, 10:27 PM - Forum: Fiction - Replies (1)

And here we go... Rob and I have agreed this bit, but what KJ (officially designated by Fnord as mayhem maker while busy with First Impressions and unable to regularly contribute) has in mind we don't know.



Gate 3, Watchtower Docks, Old Town, Kandor City, Luna
Friday 19th July 2013
18:50 KCT

The security guard swallowed nervously as the motorcycle pulled up to the checkpoint. It wasn't the fact the two women in 'waved and skin-tight racing leathers on it were stunning. This was Kandor City, well formed women in skin-tight clothing were two a penny here. It wasn't the fact the woman riding on the back in the green and black leathers was holding the driver in a way that didn't seem platonic. That wasn't his problem. It wasn't even the way the engine seemed to emit bird cries. This was Fenspace after all. No, he was nervous for one very good reason.

The long barrelled 40mm coilgun mounted to the side.

Before he could (politely) demand they remove their helmets, the driver (a tall woman all in black) produced her ID with a flick of the wrist. The guard didn't recognise the name, one Natalia Romanov, but the black colour and seal of the JLI caused him to pale and insert the card into a reader, hastily return the card and open the gate.

With a nod, the two women rode off leaving the guard to wipe his brow in relief.

***

A.C. ignored the giggling coming from Greenpeace as she made her way down the twisting streets of Kandor's old town. Using a S.H.I.E.L.D. ID was probably overkill, but staying in character had saved her sexy butt several times. The problem with being a Super in A.C.'s opinion was the way Jarvis kept a list of IDs being used by various members and made sure they all had that person's licenses and security levels.
Which meant the look on the guard (which had Greenpeace in a small giggle fit) was nothing compared to what it would have been if he'd realised she had (among others) Level 6 S.H.I.E.L.D. clearance, a Senior Armourer Q Branch rating, and a Double 0 licence. Any of those could give her the right to carry mil-spec weaponry around Kandor City. All three would have caused him a heart attack.

"We're going to be really early." Greenpeace warned as A.C. threaded her way through the dock to the city.

"I'm not really a fashionably late kind of woman." A.C. pointed out wryly. "Besides, we're stopping by Q Branch to pick up a gift for Sora."

***

The Epsilon Blade, berthed at the Watchtower Docks, Old Town, Kandor City, Luna
Friday 19th July 2013
19:20 KCT

"Noah, Mal said 'no weapons'."

"No he didn't, Yayoi. He said we wouldn't *need* weapons." He checked his Sig-P229's clip, then put the pistol back in its shoulder holster.
"His exact words were 'if it *does* happen, it'll be over before you get a chance to use it.' But that's at the party. There's at least 200 yards of open area between here and the closest taxi stand, and La Mariposa still wants us dead, remember? I'm not going out unarmed. And before you point out the pantsu and pompom grenades, they don't count."

Yayoi sighed. "I still think you're being rude."

"How am I going to maintain my reputation as the richest S.O.B. in Fenspace if I'm not rude sometimes?"

Yayoi sighed again as she shook her head.

The Epsilon Blade's airlock cycled, and two of the most famous people in cislunar space stepped out onto Kandor City's docks.

Noah took a look around as they started walking. "Nice place. Think I should buy it?"

"What, the dock?"

"No, the city. We *are* looking for a place to grow our own vegetables, after all."

Yayoi took a good look at Noah, then grinned as she realized he was joking. "You had me going for a moment."

"Good. If I can act like that at the party, then Sora won't be tempted to stay to help me get over ..."

"We aren't talking about last month," Yayoi interrupted quickly. "Besides, you *are* over them. *Both* of them."

Noah sighed. "I'm over Yoriko. I think. But ..." He stopped when he noticed Yayoi glaring at him. "I hope you're right. Do you have the data units?"

She nodded. "Two identical memory modules, one sealed against radiation, one ready to use. Do you have the going-away presents?"

"Sora's new bracelet is in my shirt pocket. The replica moulds for the Irreproachable Service in the Armed Forces of the USSR medals are in my briefcase. And here we are. Taxi!"

The ride to the Watchtower was uneventful. Except for the very end, when the cab swerved abruptly. "Hey, sorry about that. A couple of crazy broads on a bike cut me off. Hey - they've stopped right in front of the building you want. What'd'ya want me to do?"

"Stop here, please." Noah reached for his pistol.

Yayoi looked out the taxi's front window. "It's okay, Noah - it's A.C. and Greenpeace."

"You're sure?" She just looked at him. "Of course you're sure. Go tell them their dangerous driving nearly got them shot at; I'll pay the fare."

***

Level 4, Q Branch, Kandor City, Luna
19:10 KCT

As she walked through the workshop, a tiny part of A.C. was slightly irked that she wasn't getting the usual amount of attention she expected a beautiful woman in sexy and revealing clothes to get. Unfortunately for that little spark of feminine vanity, the rest of her jumped on it with reminders about her biomod quirks, the fact most of the people there were very busy, and that even though this was essentially Geek Central it was still Kandor City and beautiful women in sexy and revealing clothing were two a penny around here.

That didn't mean she wasn't putting a little extra swish in her step however.

Still, she saw the usual things going on. The computer desk chair ejection seat was being tested to the far left, an argument to the right suddenly ended when the device in question (a knockout gas cigar)) was set off, and as she passed by the workstations she noted the watches with built in lasers, the explosive cufflinks (she made a mental note to recommend they not give any to Kohran. At least, not without clearing it with Noah first), the X-Ray specs, and such being worked on.

All in all, pretty much normal for Q Branch.

One person who was paying her close attention was the scowling woman by the security door who pretty much ran the place. The scowl did nothing for her in A.C.'s considered opinion, but then again when it was found out that Tessa Thornton's first name was short for Quintessa everyone called her QT (pronounced Cutey). She'd never liked the Q nickname anyway.

"'Bout time you showed up." Tessa grumbled, and let her through the door to the secure labs. Theoretically A.C. had the clearance to do it herself, but she'd never been around long enough to need it.

"Same old, same old eh Tessa?" A.C. replied cheerfully, knowing she was about 5 minutes early. Running Q Branch always left Tessa sour during work hours.

"The old man's been in every day for the last fortnight." Tessa complained. "How else would I feel?"

"Bill's out on patrol then, otherwise you be at least a little more civil."

Tessa shot A.C. a glare before a yellow blur caused her to jump back in alarm. A.C. had just calmly caught the blur and was scratching under the creature's chin as it nuzzled friendlily.

"Hello Jasmine. You been keeping in shape?"

"Pika chu!" Jasmine nodded happily. "Chu pi pika pi-chu."

"Hey! It's up to him if he wants to get into a relationship. What's she like?"

"Chu pi chu pika pi chu pika chu."

"A little jealous are we?" A.C. asked slyly.

"Pika chu pi pikachu pi chu."

A.C. laughed, and gave the Pikachu a quick hug before letting her down. Looking over to where Tessa was still backed against the wall she rolled her eyes.

"Come ON Tessa, you know Jasmine won't hurt you."

"Pika chu." Jasmine shook her head. "Pi pika chu."

"I just don't like mice." Tessa ground out.

"Pikachu." Jasmine sighed.

Tessa's habitual scowl deepened, and she pointedly resumed walking down the corridor.

It took only a few long strides to catch up.

"What's up?" A.C. asked. "I wasn't expecting to come down here."

"Nick wants to see you."

General Nicodemus Huray was the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D., the JLI's law and military branch. Looking nothing like either of his canon counterparts, the middle-aged American-born Asian had a mind like a steel trap and a dislike of unnecessary duties. For him to want to see her in person was very worrying.

~ Could be worse. ~ A.C. mused. ~ It could have been M. Or BOTH. ~

"It is about time you got here Scarlet Angel." The General said as Tessa escorted her into the cleared lab before disappearing off to get Sora's gift. A.C. could hear a bit of his old asian-american accent slipping into his normally perfectly unaccented English.

"What's up General?" A.C. asked.

"Intel has identified some of La Mariposa's agents in the city. They're currently all in a warehouse in the industrial district, but your friend Mr. Scott is visiting. La Mariposa's still a bit angry about last month."

"So am I." A.C. said. "When are you hitting them?"

"In fifteen minutes."

"Then I'd better catch up to Noah. Can you do a quick sweep around the 250K Saloon? Mal is having a promotion party there."

"We'll contact you if we find anything, so get going."

A.C. nodded to the General and walked out to meet Tessa holding a wrapped box.

"Thanks Tessa."

"Not a problem. I'll see you out."

***

19:32 KCT

[Sweep 98% successful] Jarvis informed A.C. via her wristcom. [Checking the last three floors now.]

"What about the raid?" A.C. asked, sliding quickly past a car and ignoring the warnings on her helmet H.U.D. The Old Town wasn't really laid out for automobile traffic.

[They are performing the headcount now.] Jarvis replied. [The average speed of a taxi at this time of day in these traffic conditions from where the Epsilon Blade is docked...]

"Means he's almost there." A.C. threaded past another car at high speed to spot a taxi coming up to the Watchtower's public entrance. As she got closer she spotted two familiar silhouettes in back and put on a burst of speed. She shot past and cut the taxi up just before he'd clear the shadow of the buildings by the plaza before pulling up in front of it.

[Sweep complete. All Clear. All suspects accounted for.]

"Thank you Jarvis."

[Yes Ma'am. Goodbye.] Jarvis signed off.

~ Now all I have to do is smooth some ruffled feathers. Why always me for Big Blue's sake? ~

***

Greenpeace took off her helmet and shook her hair free. While not a claustrophobe in any way (claustrophobe's either got over it very quickly (which in itself was fairly odd. It might be interesting to find out precisely why, beyond blaming the Wave) or didn't come up), she didn't like wearing a helmet any more than she had to. There was one thing she disliked more, but she spotted Yayoi coming up meaning she could deal with it.

Popping her wings from where they'd been folded against her back through the (until then) concealed slits in her waved leathers, she took off with a delighted grin.

"Yayoi!"

***

Yayoi, being what she was, had far greater balance than a normal person. She could deal with sudden movements and compensate without batting an eyelash. She was a very skilled pilot after all. In this case she could see the incoming projectile and brace herself so she didn't fall over.

What she never seemed able to deal with was the fact Greenpeace always seemed to hit/grab her in just the right places to cause her to blush in embarrassment without actually being inappropriate.

"Yayoi! It's so good to see you again. Are you doing well? Have you got a girlfriend yet?"

"Hello Greenpeace." Yayoi sighed. "I'm fine, and no I don't. Not yet at least." As Greenpeace seemed about to start questioning her on her love life she cut her off. "Later. What was A.C. thinking cutting us off like that? Noah was about to start shooting."

"Um, can we talk about it inside?" Greenpeace asked. "A.C. had a good reason."

Yayoi shot a glance back at Noah, who was walking up after paying the fare, causing him to nod.

It was a quiet group that walked into the public lobby. The guards obviously recognised them, and waved them through while ignoring the alarm from the scanner as they walked through. Waiting for them as the express elevator to the JLI council chamber was a dress uniformed S.H.I.E.L.D. captain.

"Ma'am, Ms Crolis." The rather earnest looking Captain saluted, before turning to Noah and Yayoi. "Mr Scott, Ms Fujisawa." He took out two cards from a breast pocket. "With the Council's compliments. Please keep them with you in our fair city." Once the two Stellvian's took the cards, he stepped back and saluted before keying open the doors to the elevator.

Once the elevator was on its way, Noah turned to A.C.

"Class 3 weapons licenses?" He asked.

"Nothing to do with me." A.C. shrugged. "I'd have gone for Class 4. That'd give you some REAL grenades. Class 3 is basically an unlimited personal weapon carry. It's a political thing Noah. The Council's hedging its bets on the Patrol, and is allowing the key players the same leeway as its cops, rather than D.P.G. Which ties up with cutting you off, given S.H.I.E.L.D. found some of La Mariposa's agents in town. While the plaza is secured, they didn't confirm everyone accounted for until about five seconds after I did that." She gave the two Stellvian's a wry grin. "Besides, unless you're packing some special ammo you'd never hurt us. I'll see if I can get info on why they were here after the ceremony."

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  Now this is cool...
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 06-22-2008, 06:53 PM - Forum: General Chatter - No Replies

http://gizmodo.com/5018606/750000+brg-kennedy-space]Kennedy Space Center in legos. 750,000 of them.
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

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  o_o;;
Posted by: Black Aeronaut - 06-22-2008, 07:54 AM - Forum: Fenspace - Replies (15)

Gracious, it seems to have all but died in here!

Just a thought: maybe we whould pool the serious Fen space people together and just work on a Fen-space fic. What do you think?

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  Logan, check out who I ran into:
Posted by: Bob Schroeck - 06-22-2008, 07:29 AM - Forum: The Legendary - Replies (1)

[Image: 8man1.jpg]

And his bio read:

[Image: 8man2.jpg]
-- Bob
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Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.

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  Avatar AMVs
Posted by: katreus - 06-21-2008, 08:46 PM - Forum: Anime Music Videos - Replies (3)

Another series that my friend dumped on me from last weekend. Heh.

I have the youtube links that the author put them up on. The author also puts them on LiveVideo apparently, but I don't want to search LiveVideo for them.

They're all by ravenhptlc24. She does go a bit overboard on effects but I really like her song choice and overall, very good AMVs although the video
quality isn't that good.

Encore: -- intro to the main characters

Daughters of the Elements: -- three main female benders

Has some others but those two were my favorites.

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