I went to the Cayman Islands for a week 
And besides, I wanna let someone try to finish this. I feel like I'm hogging the forum. oh, well. I'm also a bit tired (I just went through a crash-course to get certified as a scuba diver which was NOT fun :frown:). But if you people RAl want ME to finish it I will.
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Originally posted by Shra'Liya:
**I went to the Cayman Islands for a week:D
And besides, I wanna let someone try to finish this. I feel like I'm hogging the forum. oh, well. I'm also a bit tired (I just went through a crash-course to get certified as a scuba diver which was NOT fun :frown:). But if you people RAl want ME to finish it I will.**
Yes please finish it when you're not so tired. I would finish it but I'm afraid I'd mess it up. Plus it looks pretty cool right now. Don't worry. You're not hogging the board. Me on the other hand...
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Feel the Jive
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I'm not as think
as you stupid I am.
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aaaaallllllllrrrrrriiiiiiiiggggghhhhhhttttttt.
{puting the Lost World soundtrack in the stereo}
I looked towards the line of the jungle trees, the sky still as black as night.
The stars were twinkling in the midst of the wrecked labratories behind me. As I looked towards where my brother was, I could still see his wings slightly flapping.
Must be a long drink.
Suddenly, the wings dissapeared.
I saw a dark shape lift into the sky- the shape of my brother!
He was done! I had taken too long talking to Joshua!! I ran as fast as I could to try to get to him and stop him... it was too late. I watched as his shape swooped overhead. And into space. I had lost my chance to tell him.
Now there was no stopping him.
He was going to kill all the innocent people. I didn't know what to do. I realy had no clue about what was going on in the galaxy. I had no means of transportation, and I had no way to contact anyone.
Either I would have to find a way to catch up to my brother, or Joshua would have to find him.
But that wouldn't work! If my brother ever saw Joshua, he'd kill him. I would have to tell someone else...
I walked back to the labratories, deciding to do a little research. I had nothing better to do anyway...
My sheilds were down to twenty percent. I was losing control of my struggling little Helian. The cockpit emergency alarms went bezerk, flashing red lights all over the place. My gravitic compensators were on the verge of simply blowing up.
I think that mechanic didn't do that tune-up right.
I had no choice but to turn around and attack. Boosting my ship into an upwards loop, I turned to face the two blue Turncoats. Nasty looking ships. I flipped open the cover switch for the needle missiles. Fired. I watched as my puny little missiles streaked towards the quite mighty warship. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a Krait fire at me, it was just at the starboard.
Loading up my tired Blaze Cannons, I turned and fired just at the right second. I saw an explosion that was native to the Krait. The tiny little fighter's cokcpit exploded, sending shrapnel into space. The minute engines blew as well, and the rest of the ship was consumed in a fire ball.
I checked my ammo load: three needles left. All I wanted was to make an underpaying shipment to the Hatuli system! Blasted renegades...
Firing the last needles at the Turncoat, I took another hit from the blaze turrets. I was down to my armor. Not good.
Then, a bright shining light of hope hypered just to attack the Turncoats. That light came in the form of a UE Destroyer.
Sheer luck. The Destroyer must have been on patrol. Oh well.
Hunter misiles and rockets exploded from the UE Warship toward the Turncoat. It was taken by surprise. It brought its own turrets to bear, but was no match. The ship fractured in half around the midline, exploding as it did so. The other Turncoat turned its attention to the new player in the battle. The renegade ship was still no match. The UE's turrets ripped through its hull, shearing off one of the wings. It continued to explode, as I breathed a sigh of releif.
I reset my course back back to Thehir, prearing to land.
I sat myself down at the spaceport bar, asking the tender for a brandy.
Man was I tired. After any battle like that my little Helian was going to have to have repairs.
Watching the bartender grab a glass and begin to fill it, I felt a breeze of wind. Something light touched my hand. I looked down to see a note in my palm. Looking around, I saw no one suspicous. I saw no one was looking either, so I began to open it. It read:
"docking tube 2 in ten minutes." And at the end it had two letters scrawled in at the bottome: UE. I immediatly stuffed the note into my black jacket pocket. The bartender put the glass in front of me, and I drank it in a single second. The tender was amazed. Before he could say anything, I put a credit chip right in front of him.
"Keep the change." I said. I left the bar, heading for docking tube two...
{Don't continue this...}
Jive landed on the soil of the Carribean seeing the creator Shrai'Liya. As Jive walked up to him, Shrai'Liya stared and said "You". "What?" he answered. "You must tell my brother of what happened. "But I'll ge..." "No you won't as long as you take this. Shrai'Liya handed Jive a small bag with powder in it. "Just sprinkle it on yourself" "But..." "No buts! Millions of lives depend on you!". As Jive thought of his legacy to protect Dimension 4, he quickly jumped and flew into space where he would find Shrai'Liya's older brother. As Joshua emerged from the trees he asked if that was his friend Jive flying by. Shrai'Liya answered "No. He is our savior..."
Spoonman was rusting fast. Suddenly, Cupgirl, Plateman, Shrimpforkgirl, and Knifeman joined the party. Spoonman ordered Iron Fist to take out Plateman and had the Goldfish destroy Cupgirl. Plateman instantly shattered and Cupgirl had taken heavy damage. But Spoonman was still rusting fast. He needed a cure, laser surgery, or just... well... a rag. He sent the anthrax to get one and ordered the Iron Fist to take out Shrimpforkgirl. As Cupgirl and Shrimpforkgirl snapped in half, he rusted even more...
Hades is just sitting in the captains chair of D.A.R.K...
Pike and IronFish are playing golf and Pike is winning...
Everyone else is asleep...
In the darkness of space loomes a giant space squid smacking his lips as he looks at Earth...
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Feel the Jive
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I'm not as think
as you stupid I am.
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It had been over seven minutes, and I still hadn't found the ding-dong-docking tube. Why put the deadline at ten minutes? I didn't even know my way through this spaceport. I looked for signs to point me in the right directions. I looked to my left and saw one.
It said : Docking Tubes 1-5
Bingo. I ran toward the line of tube entrances, quickly finding tube two. I walked through the big grey doors to the tube entrace. The airlock was a short distance away, and standing there was a man in a UE uniform.
"I'm sorry I had to contact you at such short notice." He said. I walked towards him.
"What do you want from me?" I asked him unsympatheticaly.
"That cannot be answered now. I just need you to get on my Destroyer no questions asked." He said. I looked out the tiny airlock window. There was indeed a UE Destroyer docked outside.
"What about my own ship?" I asked. He reassured me.
"We've arranged it to be towed along with us. Just please get on my ship." He said. I sighed, and then he turned stone cold.
"Now." He said sternly. I sighed again and climbed with him through the airlock.
{Sorry guys, I'm realy mustering my energy here. This stuff is hard work.}
I donÂ’t like the EV Chronicles. Anyway...
It had been a bit of a trip from the Hatuli system to Fort Knox, but walking through a United Earth warship was pretty nice. The Blaze Turret Batteries were quite impressive. Unfortunetly, I wasnÂ’t allowed much access to realy anywhere except the bathroom and my cramped quaters.
At the moment I had been lying down on the tiny bed in a corner of my small room, reading a book. The lights were mostly off-just enough for me to read. But quite a bit of light flooded my quaters when a door opened. So much so that I had to raise my hand in front of my eyes. I had gotten used to the darkness.
“Ian Malcolm?” A man said from the door. I nodded. He gestured me to follow.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I walked out of the quaters, putting the book down. The officer began to lead me to the bridge.
“Actually, I realy don’t know. I was just told to bring you to the captain.” He said. As we went to the bridge, I was immediatly met by the captian. The same guy I met at docking tube two.
“Hello Ian. I’m General Drake.” He said. We shook hands and began to walk down into the center of the bridge.
“So can you tell me why you picked me up General?” I asked. He nodded.
“Five days ago the Fort Knox spaceport recieved a frantic emergency transmission from a freighter in the Chorca system.” He said. “We have almost no idea what happened. The freighter was carrying no cargo, no renegades or Vionians were present.” I was confused.
“So what happened and what does it have to do with me?” I asked bluntly. The general waved at the other officers on the bridge, gesturing for them to go away. They all exchanged glances, but did obey. When the bridge was empty, the general asked me to sit next to him in the commander’s chair.
“Ian Malcolm. I had dug up your records from the UE Galactic Database.” He said. “You were chryogenicaly frozen during the year 2005 as a volunter for a new chryofreeze system. Correct?”
“Yes.” I said nodding.
“And you were defrosted ten years ago in the present date. Yes?” He asked. I didn’t bother to answer.
“Just get to the point. Is this about the chryofreeze system? Because I had signed every paper given to me by the governme-”
“I’m not concerned about that, Ian.” He said, interupting me. “What I’m concerned about is the event that you heavily took part in. Commonly known as ‘The InGen Incedent’.” At that I slumped in my chair.
“I realy don’t want to talk about that.” I said.
"I do." Drake said.
Remember, The ArcMaster said he was writing a book...
"I need to know everything you know about that "incident" that happened more than a hundred years ago." Drake continued. I rolled my eyes slapping my hands on my thighs.
"What?!" I said. "Did the UE find dinosaur bones on New Calcutta or something?" I was getting annoyed. Drake just sighed.
"Ian, just tell me." He said softly but strongly. There was a pause.
"Fine. Listen up." I said, sitting straight. "I was called in by a man named John Hammond in the year of 1994 to give my opinion on a theme park he had built. During those years biotechnology had become the big trend among scientists. Great leaps in technologies had encurouged the growth of a new scientific research company called InGen. InGen was started by John Hammond himself, who used his own private fortune to fuel the company. Now, somewhere along the line InGen had begun to purchase huge types of amber from all over the world. So much to the point that other companies started to wonder what they were doing." I paused for a moment, then resumed. Drake was wide-eared.
"To make a long story short, InGen was secretly geneticaly engineering dinosaurs. What InGen planned to do was to take these dinosaurs to a remote island off the coast of Costa Rica and insert them into a theme park promptly called "Jurrassic Park". They had made the dinosaurs by using all the amber they had stored up. If you look at all of InGen's purchases of amber you can plainly see that they had only purchased amber conatining insects. Specificaly, blood sucking insects from the dates that dinosaurs were alive. The theory InGen and John Hammond leaned on is that they would extract the dinosaur DNA that was in the blood of the insects to recreate a dinosaur's genetic code- therefore recreating dinosaurs."
Drake was stunned. "So what happened?" He asked.
"Well, as I said, Hammond called me asking me to visit his 'Jurrasic Park' along with three other people. He wanted the four of us to sign off on the park to give the green light to tourists. During those years I had greatly opposed the construction and opening of the park, saying that it was an unstable system that would ultimatley fail."
Suddenly I had a flashback. It was when I was sitting next to Alan Grant in the jeep by the T-Rex's fence. I watched in horror as the T-Rex bashed through the electric (and powerless) fence on to the open road, right in front of us.
Awaking from the fashback, I put my face in my hands and said the excact words I had said during that single moment when the T-Rex burst into uncontrolled freedom:
"Boy, I hate being right all the time."
Wow, I leave for a week and when I come back, the TaS 2 has turned all serious on me! I mean it even has a plot(gasp)! Whatever happened to whurp?
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Oh no! It's locked!-Harry
Damn it Pam, stop glowing-Harry
Eat staples electro-breath-Harry
Some people need to wash their gene pool
A.S.S Cuisine reporting for duty!
also, please don't continue my last post. (sigh)
"What went wrong?" Drake asked. I sighed.
"One of the InGen workers had made a deal with another company that wanted a peice of the prehistoric pie. His name was Dennis Nedry, some fat guy that laughed at everything ( ;)). He had shut down all the power in the park for about 18 minutes. However, things did not go as planned for him. All I remeber is that the dinosaurs got loose and started killing people. I was among the few that survived-although I did get a nasty leg injury and had to walk on a cane for a few years after."
"Did InGen mutate the dinosaurs at all?" Drake asked. I sctratched my head.
"Well, I did know that they used DNA from frogs to fill in gaps in the dinosaur's own DNA strand to complete the genetic code, but I don't think that they mutated them to the point of where they became a rather ugly cross of a toad and a triceratops." I said. Drake mumbled something, but couldn't catch it.
"Why don't you come with me to the cargo hold." Drake said, clearly this time. I shrugged and followed him out of the bridge. He told the officers outside that they could return to their duties.
Man Shrai'li... I mean Ian, you sure like Jurrasic Park ;)...
Jive pushed off the ground after the large dragon like creature. He took out the bag of stuff and sprinkled it all over him. He soon became invisible. As he neared the large beast, he shouted out at him. It swerved around hitting Jive with it's tail. As Jive straightened up he began talking. However, since Jive was invisible, the beast wasn't sure who was talking to him. "You were betrayed by you youngest brother..." said Jive and he quickly went back to Earth to tell Shrai'Liya the news. The beast looked around and decided to go back to Earth to confirm his "vision" with Shrai'Liya...
Pike is still winning his golf game against the Iron Fish...
The squid nears Earth it's jaws (do they have jaws?) wide open...
Spoonman is rusting fast...
Come on whurp! You always have weird/ 
ideas!
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Feel the Jive
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I'm not as think
as you stupid I am.
"If it weren't for my horse
I wouldn't have spent that year in college"
-Lewis Black
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The F.S.S. Cuisine, after a long absence from any battle, departs from Newfoundland. Ubermann is still looking for his elusive and devious rival Kitrias. The Cuisine is drifting through the sixth dimension when it picks up a distress signal. The signal is in a ridiculously ancient form of code called Morse Code. They call up the old fogie who had been saved specifically in case an old and ridiculously ancient form of code happened to be picked up in a distress signal. The fogie listens for a moment and then repeats the message. "Cuisine this is Foodtopia. Stop. Need help. Stop. Being attacked by an Ambrosia warfleet. Stop. Bring more jelly beans, we're low. Stop." As Ubermann sends the fogie back to his room, he orders a course set for the signal. He decides that using his newly aquired Fuschia holes, he can take out several warships until his backup arrives. Just in case though, he sends a message to D.A.R.K. HQ asking for assistance. This being done, he retires to his cabin to plan for the upcoming battle.
Meanwhile, on the A.S.S. Merlot...
Kitrias watched the huge Ambrosia Warfleet along side him, he smiled at how well his plan was working. It was almost too easy to pull it off. All he had to do was wait until Ubermann was occupied with something then get a warfleet to attack the recently discovered Foodtopia. He actually hoped that the Cuisine would show up, just so he could destroy Ubermann himself. As he saw the Cuisine entering the system, he smiled to himself. "Sweet retribution." He then gave the order to charge all weapons and engage the Cuisine...
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Oh no! It's locked!-Harry
Damn it Pam, stop glowing-Harry
Eat staples electro-breath-Harry
Some people need to wash their gene pool
A.S.S Cuisine reporting for duty!
