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Post by Atticus Batman on May 30, 2018 12:35:49 GMT
Watching Chicken Bob sitting in the chair where Atticus had indicated him to sit twiddling the Volge equivalent of thumbs, Lady whispered, "Hela, Belle's got relatives visiting." I remarked, "That she does. According to Sandy's EGO reports it seems her whole extended family is waiting on our 'lawn' for something." Upon hearing Belle's name, the small Volge Trooper got animated fidgeting in this chair then pointed excitedly at Belle's stasis pod then his forehead then at Atticus whereupon Lady looked up at Atticus with wide pink eyes and asked, "Dream machine maybe?" From where we stood, all three of us looked through the large window of Belle Starr's stasis pod at the small Dream Machine tiara with the steady blinking red light still resting across her pale forehead. Nodding to Lady as I gently wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her lovingly against my side, I said, "Well that is definitely a dream machine and Chicken Bob does indeed keep gesturing toward it, but I have no clue exactly what he is excited about. Nor do I really have much knowledge of that thing other than we used it to save you and Sandy before and Belle was once addicted to it as a way of getting over a tragedy. All I can figure is that he either wants us to remove it or he wants us to turn it up and doing either one quickly could hurt Belle if she is indeed still alive in some way. So I am not ready to try that just yet. However I do know a certain silver-tongued fellow who could probably give us quite the teaching lecture on it, and perhaps his insightful mind can figure out just what it is that Chicken Bob is trying to tell us." With that I sent Volo an EGO message saying, "Volodja, I know you are busy with your 'guest'. However it appears Belle has a guest in my morgue. Chicken Bob is here and keeps gesturing towards Belle and the dream-machine-looking-tiara on her head. Any chance you can free yourself from your familial duties long enough to come to my bunker and try to help me and Lady figure out just what Chicken Bob is trying to tell us? I will have Dinara re-activate your security code for our front door, so that you can let yourself in and come right down to the Morgue where we are."
Attila relayed Sandy's orders and compliment to the EGO-less Brooke who sat relaxed atop a boulder watching the Volge then looking down at him she smiled demurely as her feline ears and tail twitched in amusement while commenting, "Well, isn't that just purrrrfect!" Before Attila could respond to Brooke they both sensed another presence just as they heard "Observing nature?" asked Marcel Lestrange in casual manner, suddenly appearing behind Brooke and Attila. "Just like I do during my morning health walk. Man has to stay in shape and size." Then Brooke and Marcel started some insulting back and forth. Both were so focused in their insulting conversation that he knew neither would even notice if he tried talking to stop them. So as Attila continued to watch the Volge, he just listened to Marcel's and Brooke's conversation as he waited for his opening, which Marcel soon provided him with by saying, "Perhaps I should be as rude as you and start a day with an insult?" Once again Marcel replied with the question. "Like asking: "What is new, pussycat, whoa a oh?" But I am a peaceful man and do not do such things as starting encounters with insults. By the way - how is our little Count is doing? I bet he is doing...With all that feminine beauty swarming around his charming personality after the feline beauty abandoned him he should feel...How should an abandoned Count feel? Since he is probably a typical insensitive male, he should feel purrrrfectly fine because he should become stronger if he does not get killed. In case he is not a typical insensitive male then he gets emotionally killed without a chance to become stronger. Right?" Attila responded with, "What's done is done. So no squabbling will change it. Besides from what I understand Atticus does have a standing order that states any Inquisition Officer that comes near base is to either be taken prisoner or shot on sight, although Atticus doesn't hide the fact that he thinks the best Inquisitor is a dead Inquisitor. So even if most of us Protectors won't follow that order completely, as most consider it cold-blooded murder, Marcel is not officially a Protector but instead works with us on a contractial basis. Not to mention that he and Atticus do not see the laws as black-and-white like most do. Besides given Atticus' contempt of the Inquisition and very protective nature towards 'lost' children, and what Marcel and Moira have just told us of that Inquisitor and HIS intentions, I am guessing Marcel probably jsut earned himself a bonus by not only killing that Inquisitor and therefore protecting the 'lost' children, but also by doing so in such an inventive way. " Then Attila said to Marcel, "She didn't abandon the Count. She is working as a scout as one of her Commanders ordered, as Brooke did officially join the Protectors earlier. So I am sure the Count will understand that. As for the Volge, as it is quite a large number, we were indeed ordered to watch them and track their movements so we can insure the safety of everyone at Fortress K'shaa. If you want to join the boring Volge Vigil then feel free to as there is plenty of rock for all three of us but it does look like the VOlge plan on just continuing to stand there like statues while they wait for whatever it is that they are waiting for. Although I am guessing Lena is probably wondering where you are and missing you by now and knowing her she is probably having a lot more fun with what she is doing, then we are likely to have sitting out here in this heat and observing stationary Volge."
In Holo-suite 3 in the Hall of Mirrors, Agatha pulled the door of the Mirror House open and went inside, closing the door... However the other two inhabitants of that Hall were extremely caught up in their own activity that they didn't notice it or Agatha's movement at first. Then the door flings open and everyone outside can hear the loud scream, followed by Sigmund's delighted remark: "Ain't Lena something?". As the door slammed shut behind Agatha's hasty departure, Kakusi, who was laying on the ground with Lust very actively riding him and scratching up his chest in the pleasurable process, said to her in his natural monotone, "Did you hear the door or a woman's scream? I think somebody was in here watching us." As lust increased her speed, she muttered, "Didn't see or hear nothing but our fun and enjoyment. Now shut-up and fuck me raw Sazri!" With that said, Lust leaned forward and bit his lip and tugged on it with her teeth. So Kakusi rolled them over so he was now on top. Then he did just as ordered and proceeded to jackhammer fast and hard into Lust in order to fuck her raw as she requested. Outside the Hall of Mirrors Kabule once again wearing his trademark leather jacket was standing there watching Hope as she admired the genuine leather jacket that he had gotten her, that was the female equivalent of his but of course in a much more petit size. Then after Hope adjusted it's waist straps just a little more so it fit better, she leaned back into Kabule's chest and he wrapped his arms around her possessively. As he started to massage and fondle her flat stomach and petite chest, he looked around the park and said, "So what the fuck is the point of this place anyway?! The only things that look like they would help train for combat are that obstacle course near those Casti-children, and those guns near the boardwalk." Hope responded with, "It's called an Amusement Park silly. So it is for people's fun and amusement, just as that Circus where I fell in love with you, was supposed to be." Kabule replied with, "Not the type of fun I ever experienced or had a chance to experience, or even appealed to me, but if My Pet thinks it is fun, then I will try." Hope turned slightly and smiled up at him at that statement and gave him a quick kiss. Then she turned back forward so she could look around and try to decide what she wanted the two of them to try together first. However as she was still deciding because of all the choices, they heard an angry elderly human woman. So Kabule glanced that direction as he heard,"I'll fly this little lech into the United States by myself," promised Aunt Agatha. Then Kabule saw the elderly woman lift a midget up and after swirling him couple of times, toss him into the nearest bush, raising the protest screams of fellow midgets nearby who had their picnic while they were off duty. "They hurted one of us!" shouted on of them angrily. "We don't leave it like that. Revenge!" seconded another one. "Let's get them!" yelled third one and then all available midgets begun their storm towards Protector's, their house guests and their EGO-s. Seeing the action, Kabule turned Hope so she would see it as well. As he did, he remarked, "Looks like the action is over there. I promise we will do whatever you want, but first I think I better go help your friends. After all little people tend to have a much bigger bite than expected. Believe me I have met plenty of Liberata shrimp-dogs that have more than proven that their bite is much worse than their bark." Then Kabule gave Hope a quick grope and kiss, before he quickly run towards the midgets, removing to switchblades that he had concealed on himself and flipping them open as he did so. Then before the midgets even had a chance to notice that he had joined the action, one of his blade tips was already penetrating a midget's eye, which of course caused the punctured midget to scream and alert the others that an angry biker had joined the action (and providing music to Kabule's ears), just before Kabule lifted his other switchblade and slit the now-one-eyed midget's throat.
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Post by Lena Marr on May 30, 2018 12:48:25 GMT
In holo-suite #3 in a virtual dress shop in Paris, Jalina Uljanov's sharp hearing heard Lena Marr's invitation to her father and Aunt Agatha to join her in holo-suite #7 for the Vienna amusement park making her ask her companions, "That sounds like fun! I found the blue dress that I really love that I'm wearing now. If we are finished here, should we visit the amusement park?"
Synth Sister Yvette grinned wryly with a twinkle of mischief in her purple eyes replying, "Oh yes, I think we should! And you should wear your new blue dress there too!"
Whitney's ice blue eyes grew wide and her rose petal mouth formed a perfect "o" exclaiming, "Oh no, Jalina! We can go but you have to change into your real clothes for once you enter the hallways the blue dress will disappear and you'll be just in your undies! There are no holo-projectors in the hallway!"
Yvette tossed her blonde mane of hair still grinning as she commented to her sister, "Whitney you are such a spoilsport!"
A frown crossed Whitney's beautiful porcelain doll-like face as she assured Jalina, "No I'm not! I have never spoiled a sport in my life!" Then turning to Atika Constantine asked less confidently, "What's an amusement park?"
Having returned to holosuite #3, Lena grinned wickedly as she watched her scheme come to fruition as Aunt Agatha entered the Hall of Mirrors. The door flung open and everyone outside could hear the loud scream, followed by Sigmund's delighted remark: "Ain't Lena something?".
"She is in every sense," admitted Wolfram von Eschen, trying to peek into the dim lit Hall of Mirrors.
"Especially from the psychoanalysis's point of view!" exclaimed Sigmund. "All those urges and their manifestations!" He couldn't continue because Aunt Agtatha appeared to the doorway like a wasp hand behind her back.
Lena turned to the two elderly psychiatrists with a wicked grin commenting, "It's nice to be appreciated!" Then as Lady Tupperware marched up with something or someone behind her back, Lena asked sweetly, "Anything wrong, Lady Tupper-Ware?"
"Everything went wrong" declared Aunt Agatha. "I demand to see the man, responsible for this so called "amusement park!"
As Aunt Agatha harangued Wolfram then revealed the midget behind her back before throwing him into the bushes, Lena denied, "I had nothing to do with any midgets - but I likee! BTW, you're stronger than you look Lady Tupper-Ware!"
Then the midget's midget friends attacked and Wrath yelled in her Irish brogue raising her Bowie knife high over her head, "Let's get the little blighters!" and chaos ensued as Lena's wicked grin grew wider.
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Post by Atika Constantine on May 30, 2018 13:15:53 GMT
In holo-suite #3 in a virtual dress shop in Paris, Jalina Uljanov's sharp hearing heard Lena Marr's invitation to her father and Aunt Agatha to join her in holo-suite #7 for the Vienna amusement park making her ask her companions, "That sounds like fun! I found the blue dress that I really love that I'm wearing now. If we are finished here, should we visit the amusement park?"
Synth Sister Yvette grinned wryly with a twinkle of mischief in her purple eyes replying, "Oh yes, I think we should! And you should wear your new blue dress there too!"
Whitney's ice blue eyes grew wide and her rose petal mouth formed a perfect "o" exclaiming, "Oh no, Jalina! We can go but you have to change into your real clothes for once you enter the hallways the blue dress will disappear and you'll be just in your undies! There are no holo-projectors in the hallway!"
Yvette tossed her blonde mane of hair still grinning as she commented to her sister, "Whitney you are such a spoilsport!"
A frown crossed Whitney's beautiful porcelain doll-like face as she assured Jalina, "No I'm not! I have never spoiled a sport in my life!" Then turning to Atika Constantine asked less confidently, "What's an amusement park?"
Atika replied with, "From what I understand an amusement park was a place that had rides and attractions and lots of delicious food and nick-knacks for tourists to buy. I have seen a few pictures of them and they definitely looked like fun. So since I have some outfits picked out and already had Kelina place my orders, I agree. Let's go see if we can enjoy an afternoon of Amusement as well!"
With that, Atika pulled Jalina back into a changing room and both friends changed back into their regular clothes, so they could go with the others to join the fun at the Amusement Park, without their nudity upsetting somebody such as Agatha or a child. Although by the time the Holo-suite #7 shoppers arrived in holo-suite #7 the midget battle royale had already began and was in full swing, which meant the group of teen girls just walked into a battlefield. So Atika smiled at her shopping friends as she and Yvette ran into the fray to join Kabule and the others.
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 30, 2018 16:00:11 GMT
In the Command Center of Fortress K'shaa, Commander Sandy Bell-Uljanov sat in the command chair answering the concerns of the local lawkeeper over the outside comm, "Yes sir Lawkeeper Cooper, we are well aware of the band of Volge just outside - ...Yes, I know it's quite large, less a band than a - ...Yes sir, I'm familiar with the violent Volge incursion in this area a while ago; our own Supreme Commander Batman lost his - ... No sir, I don't think I'll relay that particular message to Supreme Commander Batman as I don't think its physically - ...Yes sir, they seem quite passive at the - ...Yes sir, I know there's no such thing as a passive Volge but - ...Yes sir, please give our assurances to Counselor Shondu that we will handle the - ...Yes sir, we will take responsibility for the safety of civilians here in - ...Yes sir, I understand you will level Fortress K'shaa to the ground if... Twenty-four hours sir? I'm not sure even the Protectors can solve the problem in that short - ...Yes sir, you've made that quite clear. Goodbye sir."
Sandy immediately switched to her EGO communication channel to contact Atticus, "Just got a call from Lawkeeper Cooper. We got twenty four hours to 'solve' the Volge problem outside or they will. Ara is behind him on this so we better take it seriously. I'm afraid they'll make the situation turn violent and some innocents will get killed in the crossfire but I have to admit I'm not sure there is a non-violent solution. Yes sir, I'll continue to monitor the situation from here."
Sandy sighed deeply wondering how her scouts who were watching the Volge band were faring not knowing that a second battle front had formed with the insult war between the Synth Sister Brooke and mercenary Marcel Lestrange.
"Have you anything constructive to say in addition to your bragging how just you are?" asked Brooke. "We are on duty here, so perhaps you should leave and do whatever your kind is doing!"
"Perhaps I should be as rude as you and start a day with an insult?" Once again Marcel replied with the question. "Like asking: "What is new, pussycat, whoa a oh?" But I am a peaceful man and do not do such things as starting encounters with insults. By the way - how is our little Count is doing? I bet he is doing...With all that feminine beauty swarming around his charming personality after the feline beauty abandoned him he should feel...How should an abandoned Count feel? Since he is probably a typical insensitive male, he should feel purrrrfectly fine because he should become stronger if he does not get killed. In case he is not a typical insensitive male then he gets emotionally killed without a chance to become stronger. Right?"
Brooke frowned unconsciously flexing her claws out-and-in as she remained outwardly relaxed sitting on the boulder as she talked down to Marcel, "Only my friends get to make cat jokes 'peaceful man' - although calling yourself that is a joke in and of itself. A murdering criminal like yourself can never be my friend anymore than he could be a peaceful man. Now not that it is any of your business, but Count Casannuendo and I have a non-committal type of relationship. The Count is a man of the world and I am obviously feline in nature so neither of us can be owned, unlike your pretty little Castithan bitch. The Count neither needs nor desires to be tied down to one woman or place and cats tend to wander by nature unlike dogs."
As her companion Attila Constantine took up the conversation with Marcel, Brooke's face remained impassive but her thoughts were a whirl with emotions. She wasn't as sure of her words as to her relationship with the Liberata Count as she pretended to be for when she woke up that morn to find that the Count had already left her bed to meet with his friends, she was... disappointed. True, her sense of smell was captivated by the red rose he left in his place; still, it was a poor substitute for feeling his warm body next to hers.
Attila said to Marcel, "She didn't abandon the Count. She is working as a scout as one of her Commanders ordered, as Brooke did officially join the Protectors earlier. So I am sure the Count will understand that. As for the Volge, as it is quite a large number, we were indeed ordered to watch them and track their movements so we can insure the safety of everyone at Fortress K'shaa. If you want to join the boring Volge Vigil then feel free to as there is plenty of rock for all three of us but it does look like the Volge plan on just continuing to stand there like statues while they wait for whatever it is that they are waiting for. Although I am guessing Lena is probably wondering where you are and missing you by now and knowing her she is probably having a lot more fun with what she is doing, then we are likely to have sitting out here in this heat and observing stationary Volge."
"Attila is too polite to just tell you to just be on your way criminal but do so. If we have need to torture or murder someone in cold blood, we'll call you," Brooke remarked with a languid gesture then wrinkled up her pretty nose as if smelling something foul before adding, "Mr. Lestrange, you really are a stinker. You smell of blood and stale cigarette smoke which no amount of expensive cologne will ever cover up. Your reeking presence hurts my delicate sinuses."
Brooke easily rolled over on her stomach, her tail twitching above her head as she grinned showing her sharp teeth saying as her gold flecked cat-eyes looked down at him from her high boulder, "Besides you wouldn't want your dog to forget her Master's face."
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on May 31, 2018 4:03:09 GMT
"Partners," corrected Marcel. "Lena and I are partners. Equal partners. Purrtners. One should be very careful when talks bad about her. Usually people with longer than standardized tongues have unfortunate habit to draw trouble." "Pffft," said Brooke contemptuously and showed her tongue for a moment. "Cute," Marcel remarked. Coldly as ice. "I would be more impressed if you have showed more initiative, Mademoiselle le Chat. If I was the one with the given task of observing unmoving Volge and risking with my own neck if they become hostile, I would replace myself with a web camera to observe their behaviour from a safe distance, sitting comfortably in my chair. Bird watchers used to do it all the time to study habits of birds day and night without any disturbance. Even the argument that Volge could change their positions would not stop a reasonable observer doing that because the last thing Volge do will be walking to the new location. They do not make long walks but move differently so one will never catch them up if they decide to relocate. They are hard to follow." Marcel looked at Volge and then the Volgeologist party, saying: "So I, instead of you, would ask has Marcel Lestrange accidentally brought some standard spy cameras with him, and if the answer is affirmative then I would install the camera and go back to the fortress to play a cat and a mouse or whatever you do with the Count, Mademoiselle. Otherwise it might turn out that the Count might be quite accident prone if he is out of sight and you are chasing away a man who might have a motive not to help the little Count if he sees that that the Count got himself into a trouble while you are observing Volge. After all you insulted that man and his girlfriend. So he might feel reluctance to help. Especially when I follow French traditions, according to which, the cat loses most of the time if you watch the adventures of "Pif et Hercule" or "Oggy et les Cafards" "So do you have a spy camera we could borrow?" Attila asked. That young man showed some signs of developed common sense which put laying under the hot sun and watching Volge at the derrière of a row of things to do if there was a chance to do it more comfortably. Maybe even a cocktail glass with some colourful drink and tiny umbrella in his hand. And that accident prone Count possibility, drawn by Marcel, was not something he felt they could risk with. "No!" replied Marcel mercilessly. "You can not expect that I carry everything necessary along all the time. This is not an action film." Seeing slight disappointment he added with a grin: "But I have something almost as good. Tracking devices for movable objects. If we attach one or two of these to Volges exoskeletons, we are able to keep our eye on their movement from the Fortress, instead of trying to scratch my eyes out. We just have to be delicate when attaching those to avoid irritating Volge. Since I happen to be in collegial mood I will ask - shall we do it?"
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Post by Atticus Batman on May 31, 2018 11:45:12 GMT
Sandy immediately switched to her EGO communication channel to contact Atticus, "Just got a call from Lawkeeper Cooper. We got twenty four hours to 'solve' the Volge problem outside or they will. Ara is behind him on this so we better take it seriously. I'm afraid they'll make the situation turn violent and some innocents will get killed in the crossfire but I have to admit I'm not sure there is a non-violent solution. Yes sir, I'll continue to monitor the situation from here." As Lady and I watched Bob and tried to figure out exactly what his gesturing meant, while we waited for Volodja to arrive or at least respond to my last message, I responded to Sandy angrily with, "Dak I knew I or Kabule should have killed Pooper during any one of the times that one of us had the chance to! Those stupid fucking law keepers and politicians always insist on peace and yet when they see an uneasy peace they always daking lob a bomb in to shatter that peace and start a war just so they can then find a way to end it and look like daking heroes while ignoring the fact that they are the ones who triggered the daking war to start with! I know damn well what is at stake if the VOlge decide to attack! After all Belle and I ARE the ones who stopped the huge Volge Incursion of San Francisco long ago and I lost a lot more in doing so than those daking politicians and law keepers will ever daking know or care to know!" As my eyes and aura started to glow an angry white, Lady brushed the cheek of my armored helmet and simply said, "Breathing or counting excersise. Not time for anger." I looked at Lady for a few seconds then nodded my agreement to her, before I took a deep breath and exhaled. Then I continued to reply to Sandy saying, "Fine I will figure something out. Although I am open to suggestions while I am waiting to see if Volodja is going to bother responding to my message to him in some way. In the meantime keep your scouts watching the Volge troops and let me know immediately of any change in their peaceful vigil!" Once done I sent Volodja another EGO message saying, "Volodja, Pooper and Shondu have decided to butt in. So we now have a 24 hour deadline to deal with the Volge on our terms, or Pooper will deal with it. We both know that arrogant bastard will 'handle' it by causing a Volge attack, without any concern about what casualties that will cause to anybody in the area, just so he can then make himself look like a daking hero after we are forced to come to his aid and end it for him! So now your help here is NEEDED and not just requested! After all from how I see it we only have 4 ways of handling it currently! - We can dak around until Pooper starts his war which we all know is an extremely horrible idea that I would happily prevent by just killing the daking Law Keeper or since I know none of you would allow that method, I would also be fine with knocking the bastard out and locking him away so he can't interefere while we deal with the current threat in a better manner than he could ever come up with!
- We could gather ALL our troops and go out and confront the Volge army which is not much better than what Pooper would do, and I will not be the direct cause of a battle that would risk the lives of all here at Fortress K'shaa. So 2 is not a valid option.
- We have Kaj take the Vigilant into orbit and bombard the Volge army's location. However that also risks our home!
- Obviously our only viable option that I have at the moment. You help me and Lady figure just what the dak Chicken Bob wants us to do with Belle's Dream Machine. Then you help us find a way to convince Chicken Bob to send his army back to the Forbidden Zone before Pooper's deadline is up! Preferably before nighttime for that matter! That way all our families will be able to sleep peacefully tonight!"
After sending that message to Volo, I wrapped my arms around Lady again and pulled her back against me for comfort, as I started mentally counting to myself in Irathient to try to keep myself calm enough to keep my growing anger in check as Lady is right that this definitely is NOT the time for my anger.
"So do you have a spy camera we could borrow?" Attila asked. That young man showed some signs of developed common sense which put laying under the hot sun and watching Volge at the derrière of a row of things to do if there was a chance to do it more comfortably. Maybe even a cocktail glass with some colourful drink and tiny umbrella in his hand. And that accident prone Count possibility, drawn by Marcel, was not something he felt they could risk with. "No!" replied Marcel mercilessly. "You can not expect that I carry everything necessary along all the time. This is not an action film." Seeing slight disappointment he added with a grin: "But I have something almost as good. Tracking devices for movable objects. If we attach one or two of these to Volges exoskeletons, we are able to keep our eye on their movement from the Fortress, instead of trying to scratch my eyes out. We just have to be delicate when attaching those to avoid irritating Volge. Since I happen to be in collegial mood I will ask - shall we do it?" Attila replied with, "That is probably a great idea given that these Volge are normally a lot less peaceful than even you or Atticus. Then we will be able to move to a much safer location while we track them. However I also don't see the Volge just letting us walk up to them and slip those trackers onto them. However if they are adhesive as your statement implies, then perhaps we can throw them onto some of the Volge from a distance. Perhaps we should start with the War Master that leads them and the Viscera directly to his right that seems to be second in command. Then if you have any left we can place them on a few others. However you are the espionage expert of us three. So if you have a better or more accurate way of attaching them to our Volge horde without triggering their innate aggression, then I will follow your lead. After all we want to keep track of this current group of Volge since don't want their actions to put Fortress K'shaa or all of our partners at risk, without any of them even knowing that they are in danger. ...Oh by the way, the French aren't the only ones with Cat versus mouse tales where the cat almost always loses. I have seen some holo-vids in Fortress K'shaa's database of several such as; "Tom and Jerry", Itchy and Scratchy", and "Sylvester and Tweety. However speaking of your French lineage, I recently managed to obtain a few bottles of Louis Latour Chateau Corton Grancey Grand Cru 2012. and the only ones I could think of that may be able to tell me the best way to enjoy it are Volo and Wolfram. However you are the Frenchmen with sophisticated tastes, so I am guessing that you would know a lot better than them about it. I will even give you a bottle of it in return for all your help and advice, if you want. Once we are done tagging these wild Volge without them realizing it of course."
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Post by Sandy Bell on May 31, 2018 13:15:54 GMT
After the Supreme Commander Atticus Batman raged about "Pooper", he continued to reply to Commander Sandy Bell-Uljanov saying, "Fine I will figure something out. Although I am open to suggestions while I am waiting to see if Volodja is going to bother responding to my message to him in some way. In the meantime keep your scouts watching the Volge troops and let me know immediately of any change in their peaceful vigil!"
In the Command Center, Sandy visibly grimaced answering through her EGO, "No suggestions at the moment sir other then to maintain surveillance on the Volge. I'm sure Volodja is doing... something very important to keep him from returning your calls. Perhaps his EGO is on the fritz? I'll send a physical runner to find him and deliver your message in person. I'll also keep the scouts posted for eyes-on observation of the Volge with hourly reports. Commander Bell-Uljanov out."
"Boy, is Atticus pissed," Sandy muttered under her breath then contacted Atika Constantine via their EGO's relaying Atticus' message to Volodja and ordering, "Atika, I know you're off-duty at the moment, but I need your expertise to deliver Atticus message to Volodja in-person, not so much as a communications expert but as a diplomat. We got a bit of a Volge emergency here, Atticus is boiling mad for reasons I won't go into now and for some reason Volodja isn't answering the Supreme Commander's messages. So please deliver the message personally emphasizing the urgency of the matter in as a diplomatic manner as possible then report it's delivery back to me."
Sandy wanted to add that Volodja not answering was probably because of Aunt Agatha but bit her tongue instead because that was family business unrelated to their work. She focused instead on the dilemma at hand wondering how the scouts watching the Volge were doing and anticipating their hourly report. She had no idea that her two scouts, Attila Constantine and the Synth Sister Brooke were bantering with Marcel Lestrange, and not exactly in a good way.
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"Pffft," said Brooke contemptuously and showed her tongue for a moment.
"Cute," Marcel remarked. Coldly as ice. "I would be more impressed if you have showed more initiative, Mademoiselle le Chat. If I was the one with the given task of observing unmoving Volge and risking with my own neck if they become hostile, I would replace myself with a web camera to observe their behaviour from a safe distance, sitting comfortably in my chair. Bird watchers used to do it all the time to study habits of birds day and night without any disturbance. Even the argument that Volge could change their positions would not stop a reasonable observer doing that because the last thing Volge do will be walking to the new location. They do not make long walks but move differently so one will never catch them up if they decide to relocate. They are hard to follow."
"Pffft again," Remarked Brooke grinning like a Cheshire Cat laying on her stomach atop her boulder, "Criminal, everybody know surveillance technology can be thwarted as your 'partner' could tell you if you ever listen to her about anything but pillow talk. Shatko, even birds fly away. Volge can teleport so if they want want to lose us they can easily do just that. Still, there's no substitution for in-person observation for the on-the-scene observer can then act immediately to current events thus showing your much lauded initiative."
Brooke's tail twitched as she flexed her back sensually then yawned as if she didn't have a care in the world adding, "Besides, comfortable chairs are overrated. I like the outdoors; feeling the sun on my face and the wind on my back and all the wonderful sounds and smells - excluding your stink of course! This is true comfort!"
However Brooke's blood turned cold making her pretty face turn impassive again when Marcel made a thinly veiled threat against her lover Count Casannuendo although her claws popped out for a moment showing her displeasure at his comment. Still, she kept quiet and didn't verbally say anything.
Brooke's relaxed and passive demeanor remained unchanged until her feline ears perked up when Marcel said with a grin: "But I have something almost as good. Tracking devices for movable objects. If we attach one or two of these to Volges exoskeletons, we are able to keep our eye on their movement from the Fortress, instead of trying to scratch my eyes out. We just have to be delicate when attaching those to avoid irritating Volge. Since I happen to be in collegial mood I will ask - shall we do it?"
Attila replied with, "That is probably a great idea given that these Volge are normally a lot less peaceful than even you or Atticus. Then we will be able to move to a much safer location while we track them. However I also don't see the Volge just letting us walk up to them and slip those trackers onto them. However if they are adhesive as your statement implies, then perhaps we can throw them onto some of the Volge from a distance. Perhaps we should start with the War Master that leads them and the Viscera directly to his right that seems to be second in command. Then if you have any left we can place them on a few others. However you are the espionage expert of us three. So if you have a better or more accurate way of attaching them to our Volge horde without triggering their innate aggression, then I will follow your lead. After all we want to keep track of this current group of Volge since don't want their actions to put Fortress K'shaa or all of our partners at risk, without any of them even knowing that they are in danger."
Brooke frowned again as Attila chatted pleasantly with Marcel even talking about Tom and Jerry and similar cartoons where the mouse beats the cat whereupon she muttered, "Real life: The cat eats the mouse every time!" She dramatically rolled her golden cat-like eyes when Attila offered Marcel part of his wine stash mumbling, "Why don't you two get a room?" Then she moved with feline grace leaping from the top of the boulder to land in front of the two men with her hands on her shapely hips.
Brooke explained with a sly grin, "You don't need an espionage expert. You need a stealth expert to place the tracking devices on the selected Volge quickly and quietly and that would be me. If you throw it at them, it might rile them as they don't know what the Shatko you're throwing at them. If either of you two try to sneak up, even with your EGO's stealth, they'll either hear or smell you and then it's game over. Part of the reason the All-Father made me more feline than human was so that I could blend into any wilderness landscape as just part of the wildlife. That, and the fact that I can do super-bursts of speed at will - not having to wait for a recharge like your EGO's blur - also means I can be in and out lickety-split!"
"So criminal, hand me those tracking devices," Ordered Brooke then added with a bigger grin that showcased her sharp teeth as she held out her hand, "Pretty please?"
Marcel hesitated weighing his options then gritting his teeth as he handed her three tracking devices whereupon she nonchalantly informed Marcel before leaving to plant the devices on the selected Volge beginning with the War Master, "Oh, by the way criminal, if anything happens to Count Casannuendo either by your action or inaction, I will tear out the heart of your pretty little psycho-bitch then feed it to you before I rip off your head and mount in on the wall of my room," Then she added still grinning, "Not that I care about him or anything!"
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Post by Marcel Lestrange on Jun 1, 2018 9:22:07 GMT
"I am a businessman, not a criminal,"corrected Marcel.
"And the the difference in your case is...?" Brooke asked.
"Huge," explained Marcel without further comments which would have been next:
1) Marcel operates on much larger scale than your ordinary criminal and has reached into the level of wealth that he is considered being a businessman; 2) Marcel has several irons in the fire at the same time, unlike criminals do because they tend to specialize on one line of work; 3) Unlike criminals, Marcel has not been caught, and unlike Al Capone who was caught and condemned not for his criminal activities but for not paying his taxes, Marcel dis not had that worry because the IRS ceased to exist along with other governmental institutions of USA.
"Gadgets, please!" repeated Brooke, holding her palm open.
"Here you are, Mademoiselle," said Marcel and when she went to install tracking devices he went in front of Volges and just stared at them, creating a nonagressive adn unmoving decoy for Brooke. Not because he was worried about her safety but he was worried about his - if Brooke gets attacked right after having an argument with Marcel, Protectors might draw wrong conclusions about him provoking her into that affair to get revenge. To be completely honest, those would have been wrong conclusion indeed, because if someone had to attack Brooke for her attitude towards not only Marcel but his beloved partner Lena Marr, then it had to be Marcel personally, not some casual Volge...
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"Sir!?"
Volodja Uljanov turned around and nodded politely to the technician who was responsible for the maintenance of fortress's holo suites.
"How can help you, Frederick?" Volodja asked. He actually remembered names of the personnel. And names of their spouses. Or even their pets.
"Trouble in the holo suit #3. Lot of rumbling noises of unusual kind. And intensive screams."
Wasn't that the holo suit where Volodja left her aunt Agatha? And Wolfram. And...
"I think I'll have a look," Volodja said decisively...
Volodja managed to make only few steps inside the holo suit when he saw his first midget. It was quite a close look (or at least rapidly approaching look) because midget stormed at him and rammed Volodja's stomach with his head, trying to kick air out of him. Only a fast sidestep enabled Volodja to stay on his feet and catch the midget by his neck into the hip grip. He grabbed struggling and spitting midget with both his hands after that and tossed into closest water fountain to cool off. After that he went to solve the big trouble in the Little Town.
Volodja saw his aunt Agatha working with her pink parasol as it was a sword. At moment she bent forward and performed a strong lunge towards attack midget's groin which greatly reduced his chances to reproduce other midgets and while she lunged, another midget performed a jump over her bent spine, following the rules of the classic comic accented brawl where bad timing is a must, and landed on another midget. He saw how Wolfram and Sigmund put their backs together as couple of experienced brawlers and temporarily putting aside their scientific differences, worked together as a team to keep attackers in solid distance from them. He saw how Lena Marr fought on a side of a moving carousel, kicking her enemies off from it and how one of them landed into an open dumpster. He spotted Kabule playing poke a midget with his knife, protecting himself and Hope who covered herself behind his back. Then he was caught into the action again.
"Can...we...discuss...this...matter...in...civilised....manner?" Volodja suggested, hanging another aggressive midget to a lantern post by his suspenders, so he twirled there like a huge screaming, cussing and air boxing piñata.
"NEVER!" screamed the midgethood. Since they hadn't practice it sounded like a canon. Then the fight continued...
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Post by Attila Constantine on Jun 1, 2018 11:26:05 GMT
Marcel hesitated weighing his options then gritting his teeth as he handed her three tracking devices whereupon she nonchalantly informed Marcel before leaving to plant the devices on the selected Volge beginning with the War Master, "Oh, by the way criminal, if anything happens to Count Casannuendo either by your action or inaction, I will tear out the heart of your pretty little psycho-bitch then feed it to you before I rip off your head and mount in on the wall of my room," Then she added still grinning, "Not that I care about him or anything!"
Attila remarked, "Of course not, just being territorial like any other feline. Just as Marcel is being aggressive and and threatening like an Alpha predator."
"I am a businessman, not a criminal,"corrected Marcel.
"And the the difference in your case is...?" Brooke asked.
"Huge," explained Marcel without further comments.
"Gadgets, please!" repeated Brooke, holding her palm open.
"Here you are, Mademoiselle," said Marcel.
As Brooke began proving her point of how easily she could blend in as part of the local flora and fauna, Attila said to Marcel, "Gotta love a very opinionated and strong woman. They always let a guy know where they stand, instead of the stupid passive-aggressive games several of the American women I have met seem to prefer to play just to screw with and confuse guys. Now how do we help her?"
Marcel didn't bother answering Attila. However when Brooke went to install tracking devices Marcel went in front of Volges and just stared at them, creating a non-aggressive and unmoving decoy for Brooke. Not because he was worried about her safety but he was worried about his - if Brooke gets attacked right after having an argument with Marcel, Protectors might draw wrong conclusions about him provoking her into that affair to get revenge. To be completely honest, those would have been wrong conclusion indeed, because if someone had to attack Brooke for her attitude towards not only Marcel but his beloved partner Lena Marr, then it had to be Marcel personally, not some casual Volge...
As Attila saw Marcel's move, he muttered to himself, "Aw a page from the Apex predator game-book that Atticus uses."
With that, Attila continued to watch from a slight distance with weapon at the ready in case it was needed, as he reported to Sandy, "Sandy, Marcel and Brooke are in the process of applying tracking devices to the Warmaster and his lieutenants, that way if we lose visual, we will still be able to track them for several miles. However we will also continue our visual surveillance for as long as it is safe to do so."
"Boy, is Atticus pissed," Sandy muttered under her breath then contacted Atika Constantine via their EGO's relaying Atticus' message to Volodja and ordering, "Atika, I know you're off-duty at the moment, but I need your expertise to deliver Atticus message to Volodja in-person, not so much as a communications expert but as a diplomat. We got a bit of a Volge emergency here, Atticus is boiling mad for reasons I won't go into now and for some reason Volodja isn't answering the Supreme Commander's messages. So please deliver the message personally emphasizing the urgency of the matter in as a diplomatic manner as possible then report it's delivery back to me."
As Atika and the others were jogging toward holo-suite #3 from holo-suite #7, Attika got and received Sandy's message. So she stopped and responded with, "Of course Commander, I will find him and deliver your message right away."
With that Atika mentally asked her EGO to locate Volo, as she said to her female companions, who stopped when they realized that she had, "I have to deliver a message from the War Room to Commander Uljanov first, so I will have to meet you in..."
Just then Kelina had informed Atika that VOlodja had just recently entered Holo-suite #3. So Atika said to her friends, "Oh actually it seems Commander Uljanov's EGO signature is registering as being in holo-suite #3 according to my EGO. So we can all still go together and I can give him the message as soon as we enter! However we better move faster as it is very urgent!"
With that the 4 teen-girls ran to holo-suite #3. As soon as they entered they saw the battle unfolding and heard "Can...we...discuss...this...matter...in...civilised....manner?" Volodja suggested, hanging another aggressive midget to a lantern post by his suspenders, so he twirled there like a huge screaming, cussing and air boxing piñata.
"NEVER!" screamed the midgethood. Since they hadn't practice it sounded like a canon. Then the fight continued.
As Whitney drew her rapier and Yvette raced her fists and the two ran to join the fray, Atika said to Jalina, "It looks like somebody decided on a midget battle royale before we can enjoy all the fun rides and attractions. Jalina please go help Hope move to a safer location where you two won't be drawn into combat, that way Kabule will be free to do what he does best!"
Jalina responded with, "But father.."
Atika cut her off politely and said, "Relax Jalina, he will be fine as this is common for the Protectors. Besides if you get Hope to a relatively safer place, then Kabule will be able to focus on helping even the odds. Plus since your father is the one I have to give my message to, I will go do so while I help guard his back. Now enough talk, go get yourself and Hope to safety!...That booth over there with the cute and cuddly stuffed animals! Get the two of you in there, then shut and lock the doors and the shutters around it, then sit on the floor of it! You two should be plenty safe sealed in there until we tell you to come out!"
Jalina nodded and quickly ran over to Hope and Kabule's location saying, "I was told to get Hope into that stuffed-animal booth and close it shut around us so we are safe and secure while you help the others."
Kabule glared at Jalina for a second as he ruthlessly stabbed yet another midget then he said, "Good idea! Would have been better if it was mine! Now I will cover you and then once you are both inside I will close the fucking shutters. Just make sure the two of you lock the fucking shutters and doors from the inside once I have done so...and neither of you are to come out until I tell you to!"
Both girls nodded and quickly moved to the booth in question as Kabule moved with them, stabbing any midgets that got too close. However as they got near the both Kabule suddenly ran past the girls and jumped over the counter and into it. Just then a surprised and angry midget (that was using the booth as an ambush point) was thrown over the counter, with Kabule jumping back over behind himand slamming the midget's face hard into the ground as he did so. Then Kabule ushered the girls into the booth and once he saw them lock the doors into the booth he said strongly, "Keep the doors and shutters locked, and do NOT come out until we say it is safe! Understood My Pet?"
Hope nodded and blew him a kiss as she said, "Yes, but please try not to get hurt out there!"
Kabule smiled wickedly and remarked, "It will take a LOT more than a midget maraud to take me down!"
Then he slammed the shutters closed, but stayed there until he heard the girls bolt them in place from inside the booth. Once the booth was very securely locked up tight, Kabule started to just walk around in the action, (but staying relatively close to the booth so he could get there quickly if needed), easily dodging and literally backstabbing any midget that was foolish enough to get within his reach. If the midget didn't go down immediately, Kabule would quickly reach around the little guy, and swiftly and ruthlessly but professionally slit his throat and move onto his next target as that dead midget's now-lifeless body fell to the ground with a little thud.
Meanwhile Atika quickly moved to Volodj'as side and leg-swept an angry midget as she said to Volodja, "Mr. Volo, I see you have your hands full here, however I was asked to deliver an urgent message to you because you haven't responded to any EGO messages. Although after entering here, I can see why. However It seems there is a command situation involving Volge that Commander Batman is not happy about in any way. So he...adamantly requests your help with it. I don't know the exact details, however I do know that he needs your assistance in his bunker morgue immediately."
Hearing that as he walked past them while he continued his walking game of shank-n-slice-a-midget, Kabule snapped, "Sounds like you are sugar-coating it girl! If you were sent to deliver a message in person, then two things are very obvious! One Assicus is NOT requesting his assistance, Assicus is ORDERING it! And two, Assicus is ALWAYS not happy about something! So that means that if his unhappiness needs mentioned, then he is fucking royally pissed off!"
As Kabule moved past them still playing shank-n-slice-a-midget, Atika glared at him for a second as she leg-swept another midget. Then she said to Volodja, "Well I prefer to be polite and was asked to deliver the message as diplomatically as I could, however that nasty biker is right on both counts. However as you are off-duty and spending time with family, we both know Prime Commander Batman and Commander Bell-Uljanov wouldn't send me to get you unless it is indeed extremely important and urgent! So you better go as soon as you can. We can probably handle it here........Howeve this is a holo-suite so, if the midgets are also holographic, couldn't we just access the holo-suite's controls and either delete or reprogram the little guys?"
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Post by Sandy Bell on Jun 1, 2018 15:04:44 GMT
Attila Constantine continued to watch from a slight distance with weapon at the ready in case it was needed, as he reported to Sandy, "Sandy, Marcel and Brooke are in the process of applying tracking devices to the Warmaster and his lieutenants, that way if we lose visual, we will still be able to track them for several miles. However we will also continue our visual surveillance for as long as it is safe to do so." "Damn it!" Commander Sandy Bell-Uljanov in Fortress Kshaa's Command Center thought to herself,"Doesn't anybody in the Protectors know how to follow orders? I said to watch and do nothing else! I blame Atticus - he's such a poor role model never realizing his actions affect those under him so that they try to act like him - all independent and impulsive! No respect for the chain of command! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" But then said calmly to Attila, "This was one of those things of significance you were ordered to report to me about before you actually do it but what's done is done. I'll stay on line to see if it worked, however if this enrages the Volge into attacking, I will put a written reprimand in your and Brooke's employment files - that is if any of us survive the ensuing Volge reprisal. If they do attack, you and Brooke get the Hell out of there to safety ASAP! Marcel can take care of himself. If the Volge don't attack in response, sit tight watching them and do not - I repeat, do not - take any other action without reporting to me first!" Brooke moved forward towards the Volge line stealthily punctuated with short bursts of speed. Once there, she crawled on all fours right up to the War Master planting the tracker on the back of his calve. She waited a minute to see if he would react but he didn't move a muscle so she then went on the the Viscera following the same procedure but planting the tracker a little higher in the center of his lower back. Being a creature that wasted no movement, Brooke picked a random Volge Trooper that she would pass on her way back to Attila and Marcel to plant the last tracker placing it on his back as well. There was no reaction from any of the Volge as they continued to just stare towards Fortress K'shaa and wait - although for what Brooke did not know. As Brooke returned to her post, she leaped back atop her chosen boulder sitting on her haunches watching the Volge with large cat-like eyes before exclaiming with a frown, "That was easy. I'd say too easy, but that's such a cliche." Attila reported to Sandy that the tracers were planted and all was well whereupon she sighed deeply before answering, "Okay, that was a good idea and it worked out. Good work guys... just next time, check with me first." Attila relayed out loud Sandy's message to Brooke and Marcel, whereupon Brooke relaxed on her boulder laying back on her stomach and languidly flexing her back as her tail twitching overhead while with a toothy grin she replied, "I'm almost catatonic from her praise. Let me categorically say, our catchpenny activities nearly led to a catastrophe. So I guess we should just remain cattycorner to the Volge until the next catechesis from up high. However if they attack I for one am going to catabolize the bastards!" ***** In the Batman Bunker's basement morgue, Lady Christianna watched the small Volge Trooper Chicken Bob calm himself and sit watching her and her husband in the doorway. Finally the small Castithan touched her husband' arm reassuringly before entering the room to look into Belle Starr's stasis pod. Chicken Bob continued watching with curiosity but made no move to stop her as Lady pressed her small chalk white nose against the pod's window to get a closer look at the blinking dream machine tiara on Belle's blonde head. After a few moments, Lady turned to her husband with wide pink eyes and an enigmatic smile stating in a matter-of-fact manner, "Need remote link. Need Lena. Or Whitney. Or both." ***** Chaos ensued in holo-suite #3 with virtual midgets mostly armed with melee weapons coming out from all over the amusement park. For every one killed or incapacitated, five more would appear. Kabule and the Synth Sister Yvette seemed to be in gleeful competition as to who could aggressively take out the most midgets although most of both the real people and EGO psyches took a more defensive stance. Both people and the EGO psyches given form in the holo-suit could be killed so there was a very real risk to life and limb. Even the two attacking warriors risked becoming overrun by the angry little people. Most of Lena Marr's alter-EGOs were defending the still sleeping Sloth on the park branch with even Gluttony using her treasured picnic basket to keep the midgets at bay. However as one holographic midget with a raised battleaxe came up behind Kabule, the little person suddenly sprouted a Bowie knife in his forehead falling backwards. Pride grinned and winked at Kabule before retrieving her knife from the midget's dead body to continue her fight against the dwarven horde. Atika Constantine said to Volodja Uljanov, "We can probably handle it here........However this is a holo-suite so, if the midgets are also holographic, couldn't we just access the holo-suite's controls and either delete or reprogram the little guys?" Hearing Atika's question with her heightened hearing, Synth Sister Whitney exclaimed, "Oh my, yes we can!" Then ran over dodging and leaping over homicidal midgets until she got to what appeared to be a panoramic view of Vienna's Belvedere Palace and reached into the scene. Her pale hands disappeared, but her arms moved purposefully as she punched buttons on a hidden console whereupon there was a sudden holographic flash and all the midgets, alive and dead, vanished from the virtual amusement park. "SIS!?!?" Yelled an irritated Yvette in mid-swing as her power fist was about to take off another midget's head. "Aw, just when it was getting interesting," Lamented Lena Marr going round and round on the carousel then mumbling, "I could have done that when the midget mania began but what fun is that?!?!" Just then Micfi Newlo and Misor Chiph hand-in-hand with her head resting on his shoulder exited the Tunnel of Love ride whereupon after seeing the debris left by the battle a puzzled Chiph asked, "Did we miss something?" and a bewildered Micfi exclaimed, "I didn't do it!" *****
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 2, 2018 9:59:22 GMT
The door swung open and another actor entered to the scene. A very small actor he was and that caused certain excitement among the rest because they just survived attack of the killer midgets. That certain excitement culminated with a shout: "Look! Another one!" "Not a midget but Count Casannuendo," warned Volodja Uljanov. "Don't...!" Unfortunately his words fell on deaf ears because Aunt Agatha stormed towards the Count and hit him with her pink parasol despite of his warning. Fortunately the Count was an experienced fighter and showed grace and manoeuvrability at the cost of dignity and jumped away from the path of the Doomsday Parasole, landing into a large puddle on the ground where he remained until Aunt Agatha was stopped and he was helped to rise. That took about three point half seconds because Volodja was quick as an oiled lightning. "For a moment you looked like one of those tiny and mean midgets who completely ruined out excursion here. But you are forgiven for that honest mistake," explained Aunt Agatha instead of apologizing for her attack. "I am grateful, Madame," muttered Casannuendo. "But I would be even more grateful if somebody would explain what is going on here. I was sitting quietly in a holo suit #2, playing music when suddenly someone begun shouting and screaming and yelling blue murder and when I came to find out what is going on, someone attacked me." Aunt Agtaha hid her parasol behind her back and said: "Explain the situation to the Count, please." Then after a brief pause to consider all circumstances, she added: "We already know the part after he provoked...us to attack, so tell him about things which happened BEFORE that provocation."
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Post by Atticus Batman on Jun 2, 2018 11:55:18 GMT
The door to holo-suite #3 swung open and another actor entered to the scene. A very small actor he was and that caused certain excitement among the rest because they just survived attack of the killer midgets. That certain excitement culminated with a shout: Kabule still with knives in hand, was grumbling about the premature end of a wonderfully bloody-midget-battle when somebody shouted, "Look! Another one!" "Not a midget but Count Casannuendo," warned Volodja Uljanov. "Don't...!" Unfortunately his words fell on deaf ears because Aunt Agatha stormed towards the Count and hit him with her pink parasol despite of his warning. Fortunately the Count was an experienced fighter and showed grace and maneuverability at the cost of dignity and jumped away from the path of the Doomsday Parasole, landing into a large puddle on the ground where he remained until Aunt Agatha was stopped and he was helped to rise. That took about three point half seconds because Volodja was quick as an oiled lightning. Looking towards the 'midget' in question in time to see Agatha try to bonk the Count with a pink parasol only for him to fall in a puddle, Kabule chuckled wickedly at the senseless almost-Count-bonking and the ensuing Count-wetting. Then he put away his switchblades as he walked over to the booth he had barricaded Hope and Jalina in. As Kabule had walked away, Atika moved between the Count and Agatha so the older woman couldn't try to bonk him again as Volodja helped the Count to his feet. As she did so, she got and responded to an EGO message from Atticus, while Aunt Agatha began to talk. "For a moment you looked like one of those tiny and mean midgets who completely ruined out excursion here. But you are forgiven for that honest mistake," explained Aunt Agatha instead of apologizing for her attack. "I am grateful, Madame," muttered Casannuendo. "But I would be even more grateful if somebody would explain what is going on here. I was sitting quietly in a holo suit #2, playing music when suddenly someone begun shouting and screaming and yelling blue murder and when I came to find out what is going on, someone attacked me." Aunt Agatha hid her parasol behind her back and said: "Explain the situation to the Count, please." Then after a brief pause to consider all circumstances, she added: "We already know the part after he provoked...us to attack, so tell him about things which happened BEFORE that provocation." Knocking on the window shutters, he heard Hope's reply of, "Wh...who is it?" Kabule growled, "Little Bird! Little Bird! Let me in! Hope giggled when she recognized Kabule's voice and replied with, "Not by the hair on YOUR chinny-chin-chin!" Kabule stroked his short goatee and with a wicked grin on his face replied, "Then I'll punch and kick and knock these shutters in!" Hope squealed and quickly opened the shutters slightly and seeing Kabule standing before her with the wicked grin on his face, she squealed even louder as shejumped over the counter and into his arms. As Kabule kissed her passionately and hungrily Jalina rolled her eyes and, unlike Hope, she opened the booth's door and walked out through the door.
In the Batman Bunker's basement morgue, Lady Christianna watched the small Volge Trooper Chicken Bob calm himself and sit watching her and me in the doorway. Finally the small Castithan touched my arm reassuringly before entering the room to look into Belle Starr's stasis pod. Chicken Bob continued watching with curiosity but made no move to stop her as Lady pressed her small chalk white nose against the pod's window to get a closer look at the blinking dream machine tiara on Belle's blonde head. After a few moments, Lady turned to me with wide pink eyes and an enigmatic smile stating in a matter-of-fact manner, "Need remote link. Need Lena. Or Whitney. Or both." Hearing Lady being so certain of the situation, I contacted Sandy and asked who she sent to get Volodja as I had another request for them. Sandy informed me that she sent Atika and also gave me the update on the scouts. So I replied with, "They did what?! The only one of the three you mentioned that may be able to get away from that many VOlge without getting himself killed is Marcel! Attila and Brooke don't have enough experience with Volge to be trying that!...
...Look before you say anything in your defense, I am not mad at you. I know you would never have ordered them to try something like that, just as you said that you didn't. So it was probably Attila's brash attitude mixed with Marcel's bad influence....but dak! Well it worked so I suppose it's good, but I think that once we have dealt with this current Volge issue, we better have Lebeau organize a training session in one of the holo-suites to teach all these young ones something about the Volge! You may think I am reckless but, unlike them, I have years of experience on my side to help me; and Kabule was given training long ago on how to deal with all Votan races including the Volge, Omec, and Gulanee; which he has since shared with me! So I have that knowledge to draw from as well!...but that is for later. For now we have the current issues to handle. So have them keep watching the Volge and make sure they know not to try anything like that again without checking with you first! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a messenger-girl to contact!" After Sandy's and my EGO conversation was over, I contacted Atika, saying "Miss Constantine, are you there?!"As Atika moved between the Count and Agatha so the older woman couldn't bonk him again, Atika responded to me with, "Yes Commander in Holo-suite #3 and just gave Mr. Volo your message. Do you need something else?" I responded with "Yes! I need you to contact Whitney or Lena and have one of them accompany Volodja to my home bunker, as I need their technical expertise!" Atika responded, "Well both are here with me. So which would you prefer Commander?" I responded with, "Tell them both that I need them to accompany Volodja!" Atika responded with, "Of course Sir!" As she finished responding to me, she heard Agatha say, "Explain the situation to the Count, please." Then after a brief pause to consider all circumstances, Agatha added: "We already know the part after he provoked...us to attack, so tell him about things which happened BEFORE that provocation." So Atika replied with, "I think that would be good information for all of us who arrived after the midget attack started to know. However first I have another important Message for Mr. Volo from the Prime Commander." Atika took a deep breath as she continued with, "Commander Uljanov, Prime Commander Batman is requesting that you have Whitney and Miss Marr go with you to see him in his bunker, as he requires their expertise with something."
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Post by Lena Marr on Jun 2, 2018 13:13:42 GMT
In holo-suite #3, Aunt Agatha said, "Explain the situation to the Count, please." Then after a brief pause to consider all circumstances, Agatha added: "We already know the part after he provoked...us to attack, so tell him about things which happened BEFORE that provocation." So Atika Constantine replied with, "I think that would be good information for all of us who arrived after the midget attack started to know. However first I have another important Message for Mr. Volo from the Prime Commander." Atika took a deep breath as she continued with, "Commander Uljanov, Prime Commander Batman is requesting that you have Whitney and Miss Marr go with you to see him in his bunker, as he requires their expertise with something." Jalina Uljanov ran up and hugged her father leaving Kabule and Hope to their own devices remarking in a matter-of-fact way to Volodja, "That was very frightening Father - but quite invigorating too!" Lena Marr sashayed to the discussion group saying with a frown on her pretty chalk white face, "What I want to know before I go anywhere is... who programmed this holo-suite?" "Oh my," Whitney exclaimed from the control panel, her rose petal lips forming a perfect "o" before saying, "An almost-murder mystery! I'm pretty sure that murderous little people are not part of any real human amusement park." Lena's unblinking sky blue eyes turned to Wolfram von Eschen feeling she already knew the answer to that question as Chiph Misor and Micfi Newlo also stared at the elderly psychiatrist who loaded the Vienna amusement park so Lena hypothesized, "When we three entered this holo-suite, the amusement park program was already on with Dr. von Eschen and his EGO psyche Siggy already there then the five of us were the only ones here before any of the others arrived, The attack occurred shortly after with the fashion circle coming in after the fun began. I'm pretty sure I didn't do it, so it makes sense that one of you four put the homicidal holo-dwarves into the set program!" A frown crossed Whitney's porcelain doll-like face as she turned to Lena with a toss of her long white ponytail lecturing, "The words midget and dwarf both refer to people who are shorter than what is typical. The main difference between a midget and a dwarf is that a midget has normal bodily proportions whereas a dwarf does not. By the way, since the term 'midget' is considered offensive, the term 'little person' can be used to refer to a midget or a dwarf."* "Thank you little Miss Political Correctness," Said Lena sarcastically then turned to the others continuing her monologue, "As I said, has to be one of your four who programmed the murderous little people. I don't think its an outside assassin because Atticus has really tightened security since... um... some contract-killer-who-shall-remain-unnamed tried to kill Lady Christianna and besides, how would they know which holo-suite would be chosen by Wolfie for his simulation? I know it's not me although I got the skills because nobody paid me to do it. I don't think Wolfie has the skills but he could have tried to alter the program to bring our young lovers together and botched it so it might be him. EGO psyches can just about program anything and seem to be getting awfully independent lately so Siggy, knowing who his personality is based on, could have done it as some weird psychological experiment. I think Micfi has the ability to reprogram and this could have been a diversion for another misguided escape attempt although I don't think she would want anybody harmed sooooo... another botched job. Finally with his Inquisitor's training, Chiph could probably do it so that he could play hero and 'save' Micfi thus bringing them back together as a loving couple - or he still really is a murdering Inquisitor!" Chiph started to protest but halted when Lena held up one chalk white forefinger before continuing, "Sooooo... before I go to do Lord Atticus' bidding, any of you four want to confess?" Then Lena grinned wickedly, "Or I could be all wrong and somebody else entirely did the deed!" * A tip of the hat to SoftSchools.com for the info! www.softschools.com/difference/midget_vs_dwarf/102/
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Post by Volodja Uljanov on Jun 2, 2018 17:46:49 GMT
"I believe that you can scratch my name out of the list of suspects," said Aunt Agatha. "First, it would be below my social level to program or reprogram devices...
("I bet that doing job of any kind is below of her social level," whispered Sophie inside Volodja's head and giggled.)
...Second - I am here only few hours which means that I have nothing to do with those ill minded people. And the third reason which DEFINITELY puts me ABOVE suspicions is the fact that I was the first victim of the midget attack."
Awkward silence followed that announcement. Not only because Aunt Agatha took a liberty to place herself in the centre of attention again but also because first victims are canonically young and pretty and usually blonde and represented everything that Aunt Agatha wasn't. DEFINITELY wasn't. At least any more she wasn't. But despite the fact that she was the one who triggered the event by tossing the first midget into the bush she was telling the truth. She had never been in Fortress K'Shaa and while she was, she was always in the company of others. She also lacked motive and she did everything possible to repel the midget attack.
"It could have been me," admitted Volodja honestly. "I fit into the shoes of the suspect because I was the one who provided Wolfram with the base program to create the virtual Prater."
"You are excluded, mein junge freund," stated Wolfram von Eschen. "Not only because I checked the program before running it and it was fine, but also because it would be something you could never do."
"I tend to agree with the shrink," added Lena Marr. "Not because Volodja lacks imagination to get the idea but because (she wrinkled her small nose to express her distaste) he is sooo damn do-gooder that it's sickening."
"We all put ourselves into danger when we fought them off," said Volodja Uljanov thoughtfully. "Maybe it was an outside job just as Lena suggested."
"Supreme Commander Batman awaits you," Atika reminded. "You can't keep him waiting too long. He sounded so very urgent and his infamous for his impatience...We'll send Lady Tupper-Ware into her quarters."
"Duty calls," Volodja sighed. "I do wonder what kind of a trouble we got ourselves into...besides this one here. But I am sure that I will find out soon enough."
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Post by Wolfram von Eschen on Jun 3, 2018 4:37:49 GMT
"One more thing before I go," said Volodja Uljanov. "These rooms are used for battle training as well, so I'd suggest to wage that possibility that someone put the holo suit into the battle mode. Environment and actors are one thing but giving them commands is another one. With a little adjustment one can turn a Volge battle into a civilised matinée. Or turn Singer's Midgets into mini-maniacs. If you need an expert to investigate that possibility of altering command lines then I'd suggest either Chloe or Brody. They both have decent amount of expertise about holo suit programming. Especially Chloe. But considering the situation I would try with Broderick first despite his colourfulness. Chloe might be too much for someone as sensitive as an aristocrat who just showed us finest parasol fighting technique." And his eyes pointed towards Aunt Agatha. Wolfram von Eschen gave that idea a thought. Then he took out his communication means and made the necessary call. "It might be important," said wiry face on the other side of the line. "But I am busy, busy, busy. Colonel Jameson promised to come to the lunch, so I have to be there in a minute." "Listen to me, Nerdstrom!" replied Wolfram. "I won't tolerate a mutiny on "Bounty" a minute longer than needed! That means that you are already a minute LATE from OUR meeting! I expect you to come here and give Jamesons their father and daughter time, which, by the way, might rise the price of your stocks in his eyes! Verstehen?" Few people - Wolfram von Eschen was one of them - had spent lot of time and effort to hone social skills and improve the taste and fashion sense of Broderick Smythe. Resultatively. Sort of resultatively because results were...Colourful was the softest way to describe how Broderick looked like. He learned how to match different clothing items so they fitted him, but as a side effect he also developed a certain twisted talent to match colours with...erm...memorable results which could give long lasting nightmares to every stylist or even everyone else who wasn't completely colour blind. Only exceptions would have been modern artists who might call the colour gamma in Broderick's palette inspirational before getting themselves psychedelic again. At moment Broderick demonstrated combination of green trousers, blue bleisier and bright red shirt. Blue and green were as fluorescent and loud as the red and when the colourful portrait of the young man stepped into the holo suit it caused certain sensation among people before sensible ones covered their eyes or turned their glances away from Broderick. "Colonel Jameson owes me a lunch for saving him," muttered Wolfram. "Or at least a drink for saving his sanity."
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