Bar Trek: The Next Generation. Episode 4: Sore Leave

Erax · #1 June 5th, 2003, 06:07 PM

Erax joins Dogscoff in the transporter room. He is wearing a snow-camo parka with lots of pockets with tools and such. There's a phaser in there somewhere, now if only he could remeber which pocket it's in...

Growltigger · #2 June 5th, 2003, 07:02 PM

Captain Slog - Stardate 1800 GMT, I am about to send my intrepid crew down on a potentially lethal away mission to the planet. We have detected signs of life on the freezing iceball we are orbitting, and we are also convinced that the Evil Deadstar Continumumumum is involved in this heinous plot to steal our science officer's brain.

I suspect the Deadstar Continumumum have some evil plot hatching, it probably involves some Vanessa Feltz' clones with laser turrets mounted on their backs and an evil ability to suck the life out of any red blooded male who can Last longer than a minute with them. YOu never know what those cunning fiends are up to...

I feel that I should go on this mission. It is potentially too dangerous to send the crew on, and I should be there to lead my troops into danger. Of course, I will be wearing the most advanced and toughest battle armour known to galactic science, as well as being festooned with grenades and carrying "Bertha", my favourite 4 barrelled twin plasma cannon.

The Captain suits up, gets a couple of red shirts in tow and heads down to the transporter room....

Kamog · #3 June 6th, 2003, 02:43 AM

Kamog shows up at the transporter room wearing a heavy, down-filled winter jacket. On his utility belt is a tricorder, a PPG pistol, and several ninja throwing stars. Across his back is an old samurai sword. In one hand, he's carrying a phaser rifle and in the other, a nice bouquet of flowers.

Taz-in-Space · #4 June 6th, 2003, 04:41 AM

The transporter room briefly becomes a trifle breazy as a minature whirlwind spins into view.
Suddenly the whirlwind resolves itself into - the Taz.

Taz is wearing - well, his usual fur...

And he is armed with - His usual 6 inch fangs and (if necessary) a temperment that would make a crazed wounded rhino seem positively mellow.

He is also carrying a sachel loaded with various ACME gadgets and his favorite noise maker: an antique .50 cal gold-plated Desert Eagle Revolver. (He just loves the 'booming' sound it makes!

)

"Taz reporting duty, Captain!"

Growltigger · #5 June 6th, 2003, 09:55 AM

Captain Slog, stardate 08.54 GMT, my brave away party are assembled in the transporter room. It does my heart proud to see the chaps standing there ready for anything and as focussed as a kittne in a feather factory. Whatever happens to us on the planet, I know that the honor of the Galactic Federation will be upheld. I am impressed at their ingenuity, my engineer has even bought a bunch of flowers in case the mysterious young totty who stole S'Katchoo's brain can be wooed that way. Nice touch..

Mr Transporter operator, beam us down.

The away team appear on a frozen, miserable looking rocky landscape, half in shadow and looking as forlorn as the Last puppy in the shop window.

Mr Power Man, please give us bearing to those life signs you discovered earlier on. Commander Dogscoff, please take tricorder readings of our immediate surroundings.

Mr Power Man, please ensure that the TSSS Phong's Head is at red aler and is ready for full planetary assault mode. I want a phaser strike on a second's notice should any horrible vanesa feltz clone thingies turn up...

dogscoff · #6 June 6th, 2003, 10:18 AM

*dogscoff, a trifle twitchy after staying awake all week with the aid of various stimulants in order to watch the four "alien" films back-to-back 16 times in a row, clamps a cigar in his teeth and takes some tricorder readings.

"Another goddamn bughunt..."

[ June 06, 2003, 09:19: Message edited by: dogscoff ]

Growltigger · #7 June 7th, 2003, 01:32 AM

Oh goody, we are playing space marines..

Look alive people, this is hostile territory and I want everybody watching each other's back at all times. Remember your training everybody and if you see any tentacled monstrousities, I expect you to blow them away before you ask questions..

Growltigga puts on his forage cap, spits on the floor and cocks his gun...

Right, Mr Dogscoff, tell us where we need to go so those alien bastards can come get some!