{[The Lobster Empire presents...]}
Lobster Empire?
Long, long story.
http://www.angelfire.com/ma2/donottauntlsamaprod/index.html starts to
explain.
Reaching its destination, it clambered up onto the computer
console,
its electronic eyes staring at the legend on the side of the screen.
Satisfied as to its location, it dropped a pair of its central
limbs
to rest against the processor casing. The tips of these began to roil and
bubble, seeming to oxidize to the metal panel at a thousand times normal
speed.
This went on for perhaps a minute, then stopped. The intruder spun
in
place and returned the way it had come, the vent cover clanging shut on
the
empty storeroom.
Appropriately ominous.
That's the nice thing about planning ahead... You can include little pieces
here and there and laugh to youself while waiting to drop the other shoe.
^_^
* * * * * * * *
<<Warren Zevon, _Transverse City_>>
MegaTokyo 2033
A Story of the Knight Sabers
Originals then?
*nodnod*
There was a man.
Call him Sam Smith.
Since that was his name, and calling him Awerr5gh Oggles would have been
rude.
*snarf*
He worked nine to five for a large banking firm in the central
business district. His father had done the same, for a different company.
He was happily married and had two kids.
He shopped at a health food store, and the hungriest that he had
been
in his life was when he had skipped meals for two days in college.
He was also a hermaphrodite, but that's not important right now.
o_O
There was a man.
Call him Jim Jones.
He liked Kool Aid and arsenic.
Might want to choose a different name. (I could be wrong about the choice
of
poison as well)
???? I've no clue what you're talking about. I was just trying to pick
obviously generic names... Which wouldn't be their _real_ names, anyway.
Construction boomer #341 dreamt dreams of blood, of human skin
expos
ed
to space, of flesh boiling away into the freezing vacuum.
And of owning a puppy. He liked puppies.
That too, yeah. ^_^
not scaled up well enough to offer on the open market. Your company's
work
leads us to believe that you have already solved these problems."
[That's all? They're closer than they know.] "And what is this
information worth to you?"
[He will dig for all he can get away with.]
As would you. :P
Mweheheheheh.
Crash didn't react noticeably, instead lunging forward, mere inches
above the ground, flipping monomolecular blades out of boxy forearms. He
was
caught in midair by a pair of thin, ropy tentacles that wrapped around
his
waist and skull, then twisted, shattering his neck and breaking the
control
lines that ran through it.
The threats dealt with, the mech moved forward, releasing its
victim
as it did so. Before they could escape, it slammed one icepick leg
forward,
impaling the executives on the sharp tip.
The businessmen dead and its task accomplished, it spun in place
and
scrambled off into the night.
And that's that.
In-Deed!
* * * * * * * *
Dress shoe'd
don't think that needs an apostrophe.
*scribbles on his notepad* 'Kay.
Sylia paused on the door's threshold, steeling herself for the
environment within, then walked gracefully through a room stinking of
alcohol, vomit, and cigarette smoke to an almost empty corner booth,
nearly
hidden from the view of the front door.
Nene had really gone to hell
I'd probably muse something along the lines of, 'hey, that's a thought', but
I've already got about four different BGC projects to juggle so, I'll just
forget it.
The ringing videophone jerked the young lady from her sleep, so
that
tousled red hair formed a frame for glaring green eyes against a backdrop
of
pink walls and a lifetime's collection of small cute fuzzy animals. Her
parents didn't like it, it wasn't 'dignified', but she wasn't really in
the
habit of caring about her parents' opinions.
Classic BGC, then. Not that I have anything against the new. Just curious.
As I suffer severe cash-flow difficulties, I haven't been able to see 2040
yet. Want to, tho.
For any human being to sleep through the ruckus of the ADP's main
office, they would have to be either deaf, dumb, or tired enough to
emulate
both.
You forgot mentioning they could be dead. That's the status of most ADP
officers in the series. :)
Dead dudes don't sleep. QED. ^_^
Since Nene Romanova had been proven
drop 'been'
Nnn... Hmm. Kay.
Even her closest friends thought that Naoko was somewhat obsessed
with
the opposite sex, and they had good reason for their beliefs. She didn't
look at it that way; finding a proper husband to support you was a very
important thing in life, after all.
Re: Golddigger.
heheheheh.
Following her were three of the most beautiful women that Reika had
ever seen. For one raging moment she felt jealous enough to make Iago
seem
like a goody-two-shoes pansy. It was a memory that let her suppress the
feeling, remebering
remembering
D'oh!
Linna nearly dropped the coffee cup she was holding, but recovered
in
time. "Revenge?"
Reika looked sad, staring at the table, "Yes. Small, petty, vicious
revenge. I won't pretend it's anything else." She looked up, "But, if
anyone
deserves it, it's Quincy,"
True.
*grin* Actually, one of the ideas that I'm going to play with in a different
fic is the idea that Quincy really isn't the villian at all... Or at least,
he's not -always- a soulless bastard.
Reika's expression gained a brief flash of genuine humor. "The
weapons
station is really very simple, after all, I learned!"
Linna was on the verge of panic. "Then why don't you do it?!"
[Ohgodsheknowsheknowsheknows...]
Heh
*bow*
[What kinda sicko does THIS to a janitor model? They didn't even
trash
it properly, just cut off the head and took that. Weird.] Point it for
spare
parts and NEXT.
Heh. he is efficient.
Well, he's prob'ly been working there, how many years? He's got it DOWN.
^_^
[Jeee-SUS. Whatever it is that can do THAT kinda number on a
fifty-five, I don't wanna find out.] Send it to metals reclamation and
NEXT.
[BUC-37-G/LC, production number 34897-CRS-23.] "Hi Crash. Back
again?"
[Minor compressional fractures in the outer armor layer along the lower
torso region, broken neck, looks like something grabbed him and just
TWISTED. Nasty, but repairable. The usual.] Mark him for the mechanics
and
NEXT.
Hmm.
Hmmm?
told her that Irene was dead. She had cried silent tears, and their
drying
had turned her cheeks icy cold.
...drip...
-E-
She remembered reading her grandfather's secret files, and learning
how her parents and sister had died, and why. She remembered the feeling
in
her gut then, like vomit mixed with melted lead.
interesting metaphor (or is that a simile) liked it, though
I'm very proud of/happy with that entire scene. Thanks.
The training Reika's people were putting her through was easy
enough
to deal with, just a variation of the stuff
'stuff' is too casual a term here. Use something else, similar to
'training'
would be good.
Even when looking from inside Linna's head? More formal might end up being a
bit awkward.
I'll have to think about it.
Sylia Stingray switched off the comlink and slumped bonelessly, her
head on her crossed arms, the picture of utter weariness... Crying. Linna
was missing and what if Genom had her and if they did then they were all
as
good as dead and there'd be nothing to keep Genom in check and they'd do
such terrible things and her father would be remembered as the person who
had let them do that and...
[Come on Sylia,] she thought, [You've got more control than this. I
Yeah. That does seem bit much for her.
She's stressing. I might add something about her being short on sleep, or
something.
"> //Am I speaking to Mr. Quincy?// The voice was electronically
distorted, but still recognizably male.
Which could mean the distortion is very good.
True. But it's still Kou.
Linna's voice was a warning, "If you kill him, his subordinates
will
fight for his position, the repercussions will hurt millions of innocent
people."
Only hope to clean up the system, though. Next one does the same, off him
until one of them gets the message. Besides, Quincy's not immortal, and is
going to die someday.
*grin* You sure 'bout that? There are all those rumors about him and the
OMS. And with the way he uses doubles, can anyone really know if they've
seen him?
Reika looked away, not meeting her eyes. "His assistant, Madigan,
has
the resources, intelligence, and ruthlessness to win control quickly and
with no fuss. She's amoral, but a complete professional. Quincy's
policies
will ultimately become bad for business, so she won't allow them to
continue."
Heh. Even better defence.
Also true.
The speaker on the massive monitoring station against the wall
crackled to life. //Sylia?//
Sylia leaned forward in her chair. "Yes, Priss? Have you found
something?"
//I think I'm at their base. I'm a dozen or so miles north of
Tokyo,
near the airport. They seem to be holed up in a warehouse, but they've
got
lousy security. I got inside without any trouble.//
Heh. This should be amusing.
Mweheheheh.
"You shouldn't have taken the risk, Priss."
//You're probably right. I didn't think that they'd have anything
to
match my suit, but they've got some kinda four legged battlemover, I
don't
recognize the type. They were doing maintenance, but they're buttoning it
up
now, I think they're getting it ready for combat. There are about fifteen
of
them, no boomers, I think. They've got almost all their stuff packed up,
except what they need for the mech. They're ready to clear out. There's
also
a transport 'copter of some sort, looks stealthy. The leader guy is big,
handsome sort, like Linna would go for... He's wearing some kinda pilot's
suit, probably for the mech...// There was a pause. //Okay, new player, a
woman in another pilot suit... She looks like Linna, actually... HOLY
SHIT!!! That IS Linna!
Heh.
Very Priss, no?
It was as though a divot had been carved from the flank of the
living
rock, leaving a vertical wall on one side of a broad shelf, while the
opposite side dropped away into a yawning void. The side of the
artificial
cliff was covered in mirrored glass, as though an office building had
been
buried and then partially unearthed. Midway from either side of the
shelf,
a
ramp led down to what seemed to be an outsized garage door.
Interesting place.
Inspired by descriptions/sketches of Fort Hold, from Anne McCaffery's Pern
books.
On one side of the shelf sat an old fashioned, free rotor
helicopter,
while the vehicle maneuvering to land opposite it was an almost
crystalline
member of the new school of design.
"Good evening Mr.
evening, Mr.
D'oh!
"Oh, and one more thing..."
From that point, things started happening very quickly.
<<Warren Zevon, _Rottweiler Blues_, Mutineer>>
Blech. Get rid of the music reference. It's distracting.
I like them. I've found that I enjoy a story more with appropriate
background cues. *shrug* YMMV.
Kou bolted into the 'copter, which swung its chin turret around and
fired a burst into Quincy's chest...
...Which was full of circuitry.
Of course. They didn't realize he has doubles?
He'd be very careful to keep it from becoming common knowledge. Besides,
they were surprised in canon.
* * * * * * * *
One Doberman flinched under a storm of twenty-millimeter cannon
shells, while the other was blow to pieces by half a dozen rocket
propelled
grenades.
Priss shivered in her armor. [If we had had to fight that thing...]
Dispatching the last boomer with its energy beams, the GD hunkered
down, folding its legs so that it would be able to fit inside its allied
helicopter.
Fast work.
Boomers, even Dobermans, really aren't that tough- they're -agile-, but
they're not -tough-. I mean, yeah, a 55-C laughs off the ADP (literally),
but the ADP uses submachineguns. Get real. And the Kou and Linna are loaded
for tank-hunting.
So, the GD-42 is -rough-, and Dobermans is -dumb-. ^_^
Nene's scrambled voice came over the emergency frequency. //I've
damaged one of its shoulder joints. Also, I'm getting heavy infrared from
all of the major joints. They must be overloaded, or something. If you
can
stretch this out, its own waste heat'll cripple it.//
Nice to see them using solid tactics.
They wouldn't have gotten past their first mission if they didn't.
This was what it was all about, the adrenaline, the suit's joints
rubbing against her own, the heart-in-your-throat crystal clarity of a
near
miss, the _knowing_ that you were doing the right thing for the right
reasons.
Not bad, for street vermin, hey?
[The only problem,] she reflected inanely, [is that you don't end
up
feeling properly sweaty.] After all, the suit was supposed to keep her
body
at 'optimum operating temperature,' to borrow Sylia's phrase. Fighting
just
wasn't the same if you didn't need a shower afterwards.
Heh. Just like sex. :)
I hope someday to find out. ^_^
Their opponent was a prototype. It hadn't had its ranged weapons
mounted yet. That was one thing to be thankful for, although it was hard
to
be properly grateful when the thing was trying to crush her by main
force.
The planned monoblade hadn't been installed on the tail, either, so
when it caught her in the stomach she was only knocked flying, instead of
being chopped in half.
Luckily.
Oo-yah.
real sense, she was who she chose to be.
When she was in college, she had decided that, for once in her
life,
she was going to relax. Those friends that she had kept in touch with
said
that the professors still spoke of her partying sprees with awe.
Here, and now, she was- had to be -the hard hearted tactician who
had
created the Knight Sabers as a publicity weapon against Genom.
And she was losing.
The Dragon would be an immense success when it was released. Even
without installed weapons its sheer mass and power were demolishing its
lighter opponents. They were faster than it, but they couldn't not make
couldn't afford (don't use the double negative)
No. The point she's thinking of is that, eventually, one of them -will-
screw up.
"Sir?" asked the project director. "Should we evacuate?"
The old man inhaled deeply, then released in a breathy sigh. "Yes.
Take the backup data with you, and destroy the originals."
A wise decision.
Hey, he's a self made man, y'know? He's -good-.
AUTHOR'S NOTES
I'm still not sure this is really ready.
Still, I've been working on it for nearly a year, and frankly, I'm having
a
hard time caring.
Looked okay to me. Prose was fine, things moved along quicikly enough. An
enjoyable piece.
*happyhappydance* Thankyouthankyouthankyou! It's wonderful to hear from you,
ehll, -anyone-. I'll use this, youbetyoubet!
Now, just write more of _Should Auld Accquaintance_ and everything'll be
just peachy-keen! ^_^
Blessed be.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Nathan Baxter, Grand High Emperor of the Lobsters.
Author, Bubblegum^5, El Hazard: The Continuing World
(Now, if you've heard of both of these, THEN I'll be
impressed.)
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