***
Wyrm-chan bodyslid back to her room on the other side of MON. It
certain- ly quickens transport across, what, thirty light years? "Well,
anyway..." she sighed, and threw off her nightrobe...
Just as Wyrm 'Slid in.
"What the heck are you doing in my room?!" shouted Wyrm, making
Wyrm-chan leap into the air. "Go change in your own room, sheesh!"
At this, Wyrm-chan grinned. "It's my room now, Wyrm-sama..." she
lilted. Wyrm facefaulted.
"Ow!" Wyrm rubbed his nose painfully. This was a good sign; he wasn't
an animate...yet. "You mean you relocated my room somewhere else?" he
glared.
"No, it's _our_ room now!" she replied, giggling at Wyrm's shocked
look, and she casually began pulling off the thigh-length pink nightie.
Wyrm gulped as his eyes went wide. "Uh, Wyrm-chan..." he choked, his
utterance cut off as the nightie was pulled up over the woman's head, and
above her hips...and he discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties. His
hard-drive mounted, and his face engaged to turbo hyperblush, as he
realized Wyrm-chan was intending faster access.
Wyrm-chan pulled off the rest of the nightie and grabbed a towel. At
Wyrm's awed look, she countered with a wicked smile, "C'mon, Wyrm! You have
your Avitar's memories as well as your own, since you're the same person
now...surely you can't be turned on by your own body!"
"Easy for you to say..." Wyrm forced out as she disappeared into the
bathroom. "Durandal!"
"ONLINE," the computer boomed.
"Durandal, contact Alpha C," Wyrm commanded, "We're going to need his
help in coordinating the temporal stasis and the seeker spoofing."
"ACKNOWLEDGED, ADMIN-WYRM."
"*Hey, Wyrm! Whuzzup!?*" chimed the face of Adam Barnes. Beside him,
Alpha Centauri, his evil AI twin, also popped up. "*Yo!*" it quipped. They
both stopped and stared as Wyrm-chan poked her head out the bathroom door
and smiled brightly at them with only a towel wrapped around her.
"Hi, guys!" she chimed.
"*um, have we been interrupting anything?*" Adam asked, blushing
slightly, as Alpha Centauri drooled.
'Wish you were...' thought Wyrm-chan disappointedly, face falling.
Because smaking the monitor wouldn't hurt Adam, Wyrm settled on hurting
Centauri. Little AI got on his nerves anyway. *SMACK!* "Baka! If we called
you, how can you been interrupting somethin...HEY! WHATAREYOUIMPLYING?!?!"
"*Owww...*" the computer intelligence whined, "*Why'dja hit ME?! _I_
didn't say anything!*" <*Not yet, anyway...*>
"Cuz you I can hurt from here!" Wyrm snapped. "And for your information,
NN NN OOOOO TTTTTTTTTT HH HH IIIIII NN NN GGGGG
NNN NN OOOOOOOOO TTTTTTTTTT HH HH IIIIII NNN NN GGGGGGGGG
NNNN NN OOOO OOOO TT TT TT HH HH II NNNN NN GGGG GGGG
NN NN NN OOO OOO TT HH HH II NN NN NN GGG GG
NN NN NN OOO OOO TT HHHHHHHHH II NN NN NN GGG
NN NNNN OOO OOO TT HHHHHHHHH II NN NNNN GGG GGGGGG
NN NNN OOO OOO TT HH HH II NN NNN GGG GGGGGG
NN NN OOOO OOOO TT HH HH II NN NN GGGG GGG
NN NN OOOOOOOOO TTTT HH HH IIIIII NN NN GGGGGGGGG
NN NN OOOOO TTTT HH HH IIIIII NN NN GGGGG
HH HH AAA PPPPPP PPPPPP EEEEEEE NN NN EEEEEEE DDDDDD !! !! "
HH HH AAAAA PPPPPPP PPPPPPP EEEEEEE NNN NN EEEEEEE DDDDDDD !! !!
HH HH AA AA PP PP PP PP EE NNNN NN EE DD DD !! !!
HH HH AA AA PP PP PP PP EE NN NN NN EE DD DD !! !!
HHHHHHHH AAAAAAA PPPPPPP PPPPPPP EEEEEEE NN NNNN EEEEEEE DD DD !! !!
HHHHHHHH AAAAAAA PPPPPP PPPPPP EEEEEEE NN NNN EEEEEEE DD DD !! !!
HH HH AA AA PP PP EE NN NN EE DD DD !! !!
HH HH AA AA PP PP EE NN NN EE DD DD
HH HH AA AA PP PP EEEEEEE NN NN EEEEEEE DDDDDDD !! !!
HH HH AA AA PP PP EEEEEEE NN NN EEEEEEE DDDDDD !! !!
"*OW! Point taken...*" they both replied simultaineously, shaking their
heads free of the ringing.
Hiking his thumb over his shoulder, Wyrm commanded, "Wyrm-chan, get
decent in there, alright?" He heard Wyrm-chan shrug (as it made a slight
rustling with her towel) and the door close behind her.
<*Engage Cute Redhead...Wait, too late...she's gone...Disregarding last
command*> Alpha C sighed.
"Now, here's what I want you to do," Wyrm commanded. "I want you to do
three things: Assist Wyrm-chan in spoofing Washuu's lock-on..." Suddenly,
his eyes went wide. "DOH! We forgot to jam Washuu!" He immediately polled
the system to see if anyone had tried to track the plot-hole.
No one had. "That's odd...I thought she's be tracking the 'hole and had
been there by now...But she hasn't even begun yet!" Wyrm murmured. "I
wonder what's keeping her..."
***
A crab-haired girl with robes and of about fourteen years of age --
"HEY! I'm WAY older than that!" she yelled -- erm, twenty thousand years?
-- "Right!" the gi...er, woman smiled -- twenty thousand years was chasing
a blonde who appeared older, but was actually much younger.
This young-looking person was currently screaming bloody murder at her
prey, "YOUIMBICILE!-ITOLDYOUNOTTOTOUCHTHEHYPERCHAOTICTRANSDIMENSIONAL-
CORRIDORTRACKERBUTWHATDIDYOUDO?-YOUBLEWITUPYOUTRIGGER-HAPPYMORON!!" Indeed,
a very delicate-looking piece of equipment was lying in disarray, including
a large blaster burn on its surface, and looking slightly slagged.
The blonde screeched, tears flowing from her eyes and looking REALLY
embarrassed, "Anou! Mihoshi's sorry, Washuu-sama! Mihoshi thought she had
the safety on! Hehe, silly Mihoshi!" She held up the smoking goon...er,
gun.
"MIHOSHI NO BAKA! NOW WYRM'S GOT FREE-REIGN UNTIL I CAN GET IT WORKING
AGAIN!!" Washuu brought out an Akane-Class SuperDimensional Mallet and
walloped her into the distance. She panted for a while with a "Watch Out,
Devil" look on her face, calming herself. She turned to you and said
offhandedly, "Hey, I may be a super-genius, but mindless violence is such a
satisfying way to solve your problems."
***
"Best not take any chances..." Wyrm murmured. "We need to jam Washuu if
she tries to lock onto the plot-hole. Then we must draw the plot-hole as
far as we can into Fred's future. And we need to figure out how to get a
bit of neutronium out of the Middle Of Nowhere and into the real universe,
and without the use of the plot-hole."
"*Alright,*" Adam said. He turned to Centauri and asked. "*Ready?*"
Wyrm snapped his fingers (causing a double-fudge cake NOT to appear in
his hands) and raised his hand up in a stopping-gesture. "Wait! This is the
perfect time to try this! Durandal!"
"ONLINE, ADMIN-WYRM."
"Contact Wyrm of Gallifrey," Wyrm said.
"ACKNOWLEDGED," thundered the computer.
A third character appeared on screen, one that looked like a Jadeite
with long hair. "*What is it, Wyrm?*" he asked.
"Uh, Wyrm, I'm Dragon-Mage when you're around," Wyrm, now Dragon-Mage,
correted.
"Not anymore," Wyrm of Gallifrey smiled. "Now, I shall be known as
'Nitro' when you're around."
"*'Nitro'?*" asked Adam, not getting it. Not that the three Wyrms
expected him to.
Dragon-Mage, now back to Wyrm-k again, smiled, knowing exactly where
his counterpart got the name. "Short for 'Kyaonitroalklitrinis Prydonia',
which is his Gallifreyan name."
"*Ah...*"
"We're going to try something with Adam and Centauri," Wyrm-k, still
Wyrm-k, explained. "They were about to meld when I thought of something..."
"*...Time Lord mind meld?*" asked Wyrm of Gallifrey, now Nitro.
"The same," stated Wyrm-chan, now Wyrm-chan :).
"*Time Lord mind meld?*" repeated Adam.
"Well, it's when two Time Lords...or in some cases, the same Time Lord,
meld their minds together to make a unified whole," Nitro explained.
"I've..." Wyrm-chan cleared her throat significantly. "I mean, WE've been
examining your melding, and it just might be compatible with ours." A
wicked grin spread across his face.
Adam and Centauri reciprocated it. "*If it works, we'll be awesome!*"
"With two Washuu enhancements, an AI, and three Time Lords, I think it
will be..." Wyrm-chan echoed the grin. "...mildly interesting."
"*Ready...*" announced Nitro, closing his eyes.
"Ready!" the other four said together, closing their own. The centered
themselves for the joining.
"Contact!" Wyrm-k whispered.
"Contact!" Wyrm-chan repeated.
"*Contact!*" Adam and Centauri said together.
"*Contact!*" completed Nitro.
And they fused.
***
They awoke. As they are one, he/she/it/they awoke together. WyrmkWyrm-
chanNitroAlphaCentauri looked around, seeing both the vast plane of cyber-
space and the real world from four different viewpoints. He/she/it/they
smiled. For the sake of space, WyrmkWyrmchanNitroAlphaCentauri decided to
call him-/her-/it-/themselves... "Dominion-Master" (ahhh!).
Dominion-Master took a second to center after joining. It briefly
reveled in the newfound intellect that it possessed. Briefly, as it still
had a job to do. Several jobs to do, in fact. It quickly reviewed and
assimiliated all the data it had recieved.
DM first started jamming the plot-hole signal from Washuu, or whoever
might have the technology to track them. Still no sign from Washuu, but
even if she did show up, DM could counter her with enviable skill, as DM
not only possessed her intelligence twice over, but also a raw response
time she would have trouble matching. It also cobbled together a small but
effective jamming subroutine, which would multiply the difficulty of
Washuu's lock-on by up to sixty times. It set the subroutine running.
The amalgam also managed to divert the plot-hole's mouth in Fred 13
minutes, 9 seconds into the future. That should give Fred a 333 day, 13
hour, 3 minute, 45 second leeway. Wayyyy more than enough fuquing time for
Fred to prepare; if they couldn't do that, then the ALF didn't DESERVE to
win! :)
It also gave the MONForce just enough time to prepare if they hussled.
DM wrote a dispatch off to Fred, notifying them on the situation.
<<INCOMMING MESSAGE FROM DOMINION-MASTER! SECURITY ENCRYPTION PROTOCOL2
ENABLED>>
****************************************************************************
To: bmfrosty@pop3.concentric.net
From: wyrm@mail.utexas.edu (DOMINION-MASTER)
Resend-Path: wyrm@tantalus.MONForce.org&traxVI.middle-of-nowhere.net&gatekeep
er.MON-firewall.org&nullnet.void&admin@system.archive.org&mallet@p-chan.tardi
s-12Kdl.tardis.net.gal&dragon-mage@boiler.rascal.com&wyrm@mail.utexas.edu
Encryption: Super-RSA Security Protocol Enabled; Protocol-2
Priority: 1
Subject: MIKE'S A TRAITOR! HAS PLOT-HOLE! (Update)
Frosty, we were able to divert Mike's attempts at gaining entry to Fred 13
minutes, 9 seconds positive away from Now. This should translate into 333
day, 13 hour, 3 minute, 45 second, Fred time. The attached document shall
give the exact local spacetime coordinates.
We shall attempt to secure this end of the plot-hole. Will enter temporal
orbit to prepare. Will advise you on critical failure of plan.
Dominion-Master out.
Viva l'Otaku!
Document attached: Local-Spacetime-Coordinates\Fred
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-DOMINION-MASTER: Wyrm-Kernel/Wyrm-chan/Alpha Centauri/Wyrm of Gallifrey
<wyrm@mail.utexas.edu> <JEFFERYSTR@rascal.guilford.edu>
"We are Locutus of Borg."
-Locutus, Jean-Luc Picard
Currently operating at <wyrm@middle.of.nowhere.void> for the time being
Childras, the <wyrm@mail.utexas.edu> Mailbox Deamon
Still trapped in Eternal Crystal and loving it!
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<<END TRANSMISSION>>
The gestalt intelligence also spent a few clock cycles figuring out how
to gain transdimensional access and to get neutronium into other universes.
It took some brain-wracking, but it hit on a way. It would finally find use
for the "shell" that Wyrm-k had constructed earlier.
Dominion-Master split up into its five component parts, coming apart
like a Gestalt Transformer, finally rezzing away as the AI Centauri was the
only one left in cyberspace, and the others were back in the here and
now...
***
Wyrm shook out his head. "Woah! What a humbling experience, ne?" he
said aloud, unsure whether he rememberd how to talk. "Heh! I'd like to see
the look on Washuu's face when she finds out how difficult it will be for
her now."
Centauri smirked. "*That felt good! Let's do it again...eh, only with
you honey...*" The face grinned letcherously at Wyrm-chan. She frowned and
scooted over to the keyboard, typing out a special command. On the screen
appeared:
[DEVINE RETRIBUTION!]
"*EEEEEYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!*" Alpha Centauri screamed, hit
by a MASSIVE cyber-attack, which made Adam wince just to look at him.
"*That looked painful...*" he quipped.
"It's supposed to be," Wyrm-chan said. "Can we just gather our team and
get the fuque with it?"
Wyrm nodded and pulled out a Handy-Dandy (tm) appointment book scribed
with a few names. "Lesse... we got Phillip Mak, Skywise, and Patibast," he
noted. "And of course, Jadeite, Adam, Wyrm o' Gallifrey, and you of
course."
Wyrm-chan smiled. "Of course," she said, and raised her hand. "I voluteer."
"*Memememememememeeeeeee!*" Centauri bubbled over, growing a hand just
for that purpose. (He still looked a little burned-out. :)
"Baka! How you gonna move around? Besides, your specialty is computers.
This is a goddamn field mission..." Wyrm childed.
"I'll go," Nitro said.
"Right, I'll call the guys," Wyrm decided aloud. "Durandal! Get me Mak,
Skywise, Patibast, and Jadeite on the line."
"ACKNOWLEDGED, ADMIN-WYRM," Durandal boomed, and three extra images
appeared on the screen. Philip Mak looked at him, a somewhat annoyed look
on his face for being woken up late in the
Oh-My-Ghod-It's-Really-Fuquing-Late- ning. Skywise, with his white hair and
elven features, also looked up, but more curiously. Jadeite was in a pair
of rabbit pajamas, wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Patibast was about to
take a hot shower to change back to human and male. She was, in fact, about
to step IN the shower. Oops!
"*ACK!*" the catgirl yelped, wrapping the bathrobe around herself.
"*What's the big idea?!*" She was obviously displeased at having four pairs
of male eyes suddenly looking at her.
Wyrm tinted a little, but remained solid. "Guys, we have a problem.
Mike Loader's a traitor and worse, he's got one of my plot-holes. You know
what that means?" he asked.
Philip thought for a bit, and then answered, "'If Washuu gets her hands
on it, we're all fucked with chainsaws'?" Wyrm had briefed each of them on
the basic principles of plot-holes (although most of the dangerous details
was beyond their grasp anyway), and knew the rules for their use by heart.
"Right. She doesn't have it yet, but there's a good chance that Mike
will keep the damned thing open for a long time, more than thirty minutes,
which is how long it will take Washuu to find his end of the plot-hole," he
explained. "We'll need to assemble a strike force. Anyone want to
volunteer?"
"*I will,*" Jadeite said, raising his hand.
"*Me,*" Philip offered, doing likewise.
"*As long as there's no killing...*" Skywise stressed.
"Don't worry; you only have to collapse a plot hole, although it is
surrounded by a horde of crazed Animates," Wyrm pointed out. "If you are
serious about not killing, you'll have to make sure nobody's in there when
you do. Otherwise, it could be messy..."
Padibast raised a hand-paw. "*Okay. I'm in.*"
Wyrm smiled with satisfaction. Already, his little nine-man...
(Wyrm-chan harrumphed)...sorry, nine-PERSON force had already become quite
a team. "Get dressed, guys. I'll meet you in the briefing room in an hour,"
he commanded, and killed the connection.
***************************************************************************
End Part 2
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-wyrm/dm(AKA Tom Jefferys; Time Lord for Hire, "Have TARDIS; Will Travel.")
<wyrm@mail.utexas.edu> <JEFFERYSTR@rascal.guilford.edu>
Member of the AFSS {MOUNTAIN DEW ROCKS!!} Vidboi (Marathon Pfhreak)
Depraived Kawaii Thing of the First Order, Martin
=<SIG>= Wyrm-chan @_@ H-Wyrm @_@ Ten @_@ Chibi-Usa @_@ Azusa =</SIG>=
=<^_^>= R1/2#_#BGC#_#Sailor Moon#_#Dr Who#_#Star Trek#_#Monty Python =</^_^>=
Currently operating at <wyrm@middle.of.nowhere.void> for the time being
"I gotta lot of great ideas! Trouble is, most of them suck."
Childras, the <wyrm@mail.utexas.edu> Mailbox Deamon
Still trapped in Eternal Crystal and loving it!