[SITH WAR 2002] Walsh's Run
Sean Walsh
==
Ginger Spice: Take me, Sean!
Sean: I have you, Geri. Now we shall be together forever, my beloved.
Ginger Spice: But our loveůcan it ever work?
Sean: Of course it can, my buxom beauty. Now kiss me!
[They embrace.]
Ginger Spice: Oh Sean, now we can&^%#$@*
==
I'm sorry. That's not the Sith War. That wasůsomethingůelseů
Ahem...
==
Sean and Herve have escaped the vile clutches of Ponte and Drake. As
we join our two heros, they are still making their way through Ponte's
Death Star.
"Where is Piett?" Sean asks, as they run through the hallways of the
QVC Death Star.
"In the hangar, Sean. He's waitingůů.."
Herve slows down. Sean stops and turns back to him.
"What is it? You seemůdisturbed."
"Thisůthis formatůis still too new for me to comprehend, Sean."
"It's paragraph form, Herve, I know. Just deal with it, it's not that
hard."
"How can I say my dialogue without those colons? And all these
quotations marks...how will I survive?! How, damn you, HOW?!"
"Dammit, man, snap out of it!" Sean slaps Herve repeatedly.
"Ow! Quit it, you dick!"
"That's better. Now let's get to the hangar."
Sean and Herve continue running, down corridors that look as if they
were pulled from shlocky sci-fi movies from times past.
"We have runners!!" a voice from somewhere behind them shouts.
"What the hell??"
Suddenly, 2 black-clad officers emerge and begin pursuing, firing
really bad firework guns of some sort at Sean and Herve as they run.
"Are they even aiming at us?"
"Shut up and run, Herve! I'm not getting killed by Sandmen."
"So you've finally broken down and seen the movie, huh?"
"SHUT UP!!!"
Suddenly several shiny figures walk from a hallway in front of them,
guns ready in hand, and block their path. Their facemasks glimmers
with red beams, bouncing back and forth and back and forth and back
and forth and back and must...kill...Democratic...party...members...
"Halt ľ or - you will be - destroyed."
"In - the - name - of - Count Ponte - we - command - you - to stop."
"Damn it all," Sean grumbles "Cylons."
"This is like a sci-fi team-up that fanboys all over the world are
just jonesing over as we speak." Herve checks out Sean. "You're not
getting off on this now, are you?"
"This is not time to jones anything, Herve. Where's that damn
hangar?!"
"Turn over there." Herve points to a doorway to their right.
"A doorway leads to the hangar? That seems really low-key."
"Just go!"
They run into the doorway, with Sandmen and Cylons following.
Sean and Herve stop, as they have entered the naked room from Logan's
Run.
"Another Logan's Run reference? I'd have prefered something from Blade
Runner or Tron. Right, Herve? HervůHerve?"
"Awwwwwwwww YEAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
"Oh good lord, Herve's dancing with the naked women. Well...that's to
be expected. At least he's not dancing with the men."
Sean runs over and grabs Herve's arm, and drags him out.
But Sean stops, runs over to a hot redhead, and smacks her ass.
"What was that for?" Herve asks.
"I want to get out of this place......but I'm not stupid."
"Of course."
Behind them, the doors burst open and the Sandmen and Cylons enter.
Sean and Herve runůbut instead of amidst gunfire and laser blasts,
they turn to see their pursuers now enjoying the company of the happy
dancing naked people. Even the Cylons
"Woo - hoo. Shake - that - thang, girl!"
"Oh ľ yeah ľ uh - huh - oh ľ yeah!"
"This is great, Logan 5! Screw being a Sandman, I wanna be naked!!!"
"You're dancing with a naked man, Francis 7."
"Shut up and let me love the moment, Logan! YEAH!!!"
Sean and Herve leave the naked room and their pursuers behind. Sure
enough, some feet away, they can see the hangar of the enormous Death
Star.
"At last, we're out of here."
They run out into the hangar, which is full of battleships and
spacecraft of tremendous size and incricate design.
"There's Piett." Herve points to Piett, who stands and wavesůwhile
standing beside a small black craft resembling a Ford Mustang.
"Naturally we've got the least impressive ship in the lot."
"How dare we disappoint you with anything but?"
"Let's just go."
Herves jump into the Mustang. Sean shakes Piett's hand, and they get
in as well. The ship revs up, and lifts off the ground. The ship turns
around, slowly makes it way out the hangar doors, and blasts out into
spaceůaway from the Death Star, and away from the Sith Warů
==
But then, not reallyů
"Target acquired, Master."
"Excellent, BJ-69. Maintain our course, keep us in cloak, and follow
them to wherever they lead us."
"As you command, Lord Ponte."
"I shall track that Walsh and his Quantum gang down to the ends of the
universe, if need be. He will not leave this Sith War THAT easilyů"
"Would you like a Dorito, sir?"
"Yesůyes I would. *chomp chomp chompů* Youůyou didn't pick this off
the ship, did you?"
"If I said I did, would you not eat it?"
"What am I, retarded? *chomp chomp chompů*"
==
Sean
:)
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> [snip]
>
> ROTFLOLWTOLSDMF!!
>
> Pol'
Ut-oh, I think I killed him. Pol', the guy who got me into this in the first
place...
Sean
:)
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Michael Ponte (Love Machine)
"Sean Walsh" <wals...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
news:a14b0b91.02062...@posting.google.com...
> When we last left the Sith War.
> ==
> Ginger Spice: Take me, Sean!
> Sean: I have you, Geri. Now we shall be together forever, my beloved.
> Ginger Spice: But our love.can it ever work?
> Sean: Of course it can, my buxom beauty. Now kiss me!
> [They embrace.]
> Ginger Spice: Oh Sean, now we can&^%#$@*
> ==
> I'm sorry. That's not the Sith War. That was.something.else.
> Ahem...
> ==
> Sean and Herve have escaped the vile clutches of Ponte and Drake. As
> we join our two heros, they are still making their way through Ponte's
> Death Star.
> "Where is Piett?" Sean asks, as they run through the hallways of the
> QVC Death Star.
> "In the hangar, Sean. He's waiting...."
> Herve slows down. Sean stops and turns back to him.
> "What is it? You seem.disturbed."
> "This.this format.is still too new for me to comprehend, Sean."
> "It's paragraph form, Herve, I know. Just deal with it, it's not that
> hard."
> "How can I say my dialogue without those colons? And all these
> quotations marks...how will I survive?! How, damn you, HOW?!"
> "Dammit, man, snap out of it!" Sean slaps Herve repeatedly.
> "Ow! Quit it, you dick!"
> "That's better. Now let's get to the hangar."
> Sean and Herve continue running, down corridors that look as if they
> were pulled from shlocky sci-fi movies from times past.
> "We have runners!!" a voice from somewhere behind them shouts.
> "What the hell??"
> Suddenly, 2 black-clad officers emerge and begin pursuing, firing
> really bad firework guns of some sort at Sean and Herve as they run.
> "Are they even aiming at us?"
> "Shut up and run, Herve! I'm not getting killed by Sandmen."
> "So you've finally broken down and seen the movie, huh?"
> "SHUT UP!!!"
> Suddenly several shiny figures walk from a hallway in front of them,
> guns ready in hand, and block their path. Their facemasks glimmers
> with red beams, bouncing back and forth and back and forth and back
> and forth and back and must...kill...Democratic...party...members...
> "Halt - or - you will be - destroyed."
> "In - the - name - of - Count Ponte - we - command - you - to stop."
> "Damn it all," Sean grumbles "Cylons."
> "This is like a sci-fi team-up that fanboys all over the world are
> just jonesing over as we speak." Herve checks out Sean. "You're not
> getting off on this now, are you?"
> "This is not time to jones anything, Herve. Where's that damn
> hangar?!"
> "Turn over there." Herve points to a doorway to their right.
> "A doorway leads to the hangar? That seems really low-key."
> "Just go!"
> They run into the doorway, with Sandmen and Cylons following.
> Sean and Herve stop, as they have entered the naked room from Logan's
> Run.
> "Another Logan's Run reference? I'd have prefered something from Blade
> Runner or Tron. Right, Herve? Herv.Herve?"
> "Awwwwwwwww YEAHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
> "Oh good lord, Herve's dancing with the naked women. Well...that's to
> be expected. At least he's not dancing with the men."
> Sean runs over and grabs Herve's arm, and drags him out.
> But Sean stops, runs over to a hot redhead, and smacks her ass.
> "What was that for?" Herve asks.
> "I want to get out of this place......but I'm not stupid."
> "Of course."
> Behind them, the doors burst open and the Sandmen and Cylons enter.
> Sean and Herve run.but instead of amidst gunfire and laser blasts,
> they turn to see their pursuers now enjoying the company of the happy
> dancing naked people. Even the Cylons
> "Woo - hoo. Shake - that - thang, girl!"
> "Oh - yeah - uh - huh - oh - yeah!"
> "This is great, Logan 5! Screw being a Sandman, I wanna be naked!!!"
> "You're dancing with a naked man, Francis 7."
> "Shut up and let me love the moment, Logan! YEAH!!!"
> Sean and Herve leave the naked room and their pursuers behind. Sure
> enough, some feet away, they can see the hangar of the enormous Death
> Star.
> "At last, we're out of here."
> They run out into the hangar, which is full of battleships and
> spacecraft of tremendous size and incricate design.
> "There's Piett." Herve points to Piett, who stands and waves.while
> standing beside a small black craft resembling a Ford Mustang.
> "Naturally we've got the least impressive ship in the lot."
> "How dare we disappoint you with anything but?"
> "Let's just go."
> Herves jump into the Mustang. Sean shakes Piett's hand, and they get
> in as well. The ship revs up, and lifts off the ground. The ship turns
> around, slowly makes it way out the hangar doors, and blasts out into
> space.away from the Death Star, and away from the Sith War.
> ==
> But then, not really.
> "Target acquired, Master."
> "Excellent, BJ-69. Maintain our course, keep us in cloak, and follow
> them to wherever they lead us."
> "As you command, Lord Ponte."
> "I shall track that Walsh and his Quantum gang down to the ends of the
> universe, if need be. He will not leave this Sith War THAT easily."
> "Would you like a Dorito, sir?"
> "Yes.yes I would. *chomp chomp chomp.* You.you didn't pick this off
> the ship, did you?"
> "If I said I did, would you not eat it?"
> "What am I, retarded? *chomp chomp chomp.*"
>
> ==
> Sean
> :)
>
>
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