"Do do do do do Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to
go. Do do do do do Goodnight sweetheart, well it's time to
go. Do do do do I hate to leave you, but I really must say,
goodnight sweetheart, goodnight."
--Sha Na Na
The SDF-17 eventually reached the edge of the system.
Kevin, sitting in for Yuri, plotted a fold for a return to
Earth. The Wayward Son began to glow, the light reached to
point of being unbearable and then was gone, as was the ship.
All across the vessel crew members anticipated the return to
Earth after the preceding long months. Most were excited to
be returning to their homes, however, there were a few who
had other, darker, thoughts on their minds. As Yuri sat next
to Zoner's comatose form in sickbay she thought of revenge.
She was scared and confused, and she turned these emotions
into anger, she would revenge him upon GENOM. Gryphon tossed
listlessly in his sleep, hundreds of thoughts racing through
his unconscious mind. The stress was really getting to him,
he wasn't ready to take command, he just wanted to be a
pilot. He was worried for Zoner and since he had no outlets
he let it turn into nervous energy and anger. He just wanted
to get it over with, for Zoner to wake up and for it to be
all over. Kei watched him as he tossed, she too was worried,
but for both Ben and Zoner. There was nothing she could do
for Zoner, only time would tell if he would recover, but Ben
she could help. He needed to vent his stress, and she was
going to make sure he did. If he held it in he wouldn't be in
any condition to command the SDF-17 when it returned to Earth
and he may get himself hurt. Or the crew, and she knew he
would never forgive himself for that.
In the command chamber for the Utopia Planitia shipyards
Lord Fahrvergnugen sat, contemplating the fate of the Wedge.
"Decker, do you think they'll make it?"
"I do not know sir. Only time will tell," Decker
replied.
"Yes, time reveals all," then towards the windows,
"Godspeed my children."
"They are well trained and armed my lord, their will is
strong, do not worry yourself overly."
"Perhaps you are correct. It's out of my hands now."
Lord Fahrvergnugen sank back into his chair and closed his
eyes in thought.
Decker took this as his cue to leave, as he exited the
chamber he encountered another group of techs.
"How is Lord Fahrvergngen doing?"
"Not very well. He is worried about the Rats."
"Do you think they'll succeed?"
"Not a chance."
Ok, so you're probably wondering about some stuff from this
story. Well, we're not going to tell you everything, since a
lot was explained in the original Undocumented Features which
is available on the Internet via FTP the address is
130.215.24.1 (wpi.wpi.edu) cd /anime/FanFiction. Set binary
on and get dp.undocument.1.Z, have fun. mega...@wpi.wpi.edu
can answer any questions, or at least try to. However, there
is some new stuff, and the authors wanted to spout about some
things, so here, like have a glossary.
The Mann Systems Series 101-E Bio-SculptTM was lifted from
Larry Mann's story Experiment 101-E, which is also available
in the same directory as UF above. We liked the story and
Larry seems like a cool guy, so we asked for permission to
use some stuff. Thanks Larry. And the Cyberpunk stats for
Cory are cool, they came in handy.
Fold-O-Couch-O-Death MkII is this years incarnation of the
Fold-O-Couch-O-Death. The original Fold-O-Couch-O-Death
existed last year in E10, Zoner's apartment. (As well as
Haywire, Vaughn, and Paul.) If you sit down on it, you will
eventually tip over unconscious and fall asleep. Do NOT sit
on this couch if you are waiting for a class or an exam.
This year it is a battered and beaten couch/knife target we
picked up for free from a friends apt. The Fold-O-Couch-O-
Death MkII resides in E7, Zoner's apt. this year. (With
Haywire, Vaughn, Paul, Xmas, and ReRob.) These couches are
evil, avoid them. :-)
Epinephrine-D is basically human adrenaline produced by
genetically altered bacteria. Whoooooooo!
The General Electric GAU-8/A Avenger 30mm rotary cannon.
Neat! It's the weapon the A-10 Warthog was built around.
Eats tanks for breakfast, most powerful cannon ever flown.
Drool. Heavy firepower, would make a great option for LA
drivers.
VLS, the Vertical Launch System. A neat way to get fuckloads
of missiles in the air quickly. Developed by the US Navy for
its newer ships. Like an Alpha without the attitude.
NOE, Nap Of the Earth. Refers using terrain following flight
to avoid detection by the enemy. How a VT-1D does this
around asteroids is anyones guess.
Godzillion, the number of times a major Japanese urban center
has been destroyed in the movies. And not just by Godzilla,
Akira counts, twice.
Stoh is Wedge Slang for Store24.
TE is pronounced tee-eee and it stands for That's
Entertainment. TE is a cool comics, RPG, and model shop.
daver-sharp There's razor sharp, then there's scalpel sharp,
there's the kind of sharp a monomolecular whip is, and
then... There's daver-sharp. Where the edge of the blade
planes down to the ninth dimension and goes away.
Spags is a store in Worcester which is both really keen and
really cheesy. They have everything, if you don't mind
hunting through eight acres of kipple to find it. How
extensive and weird is their stock? Well, in the original
Undocumented Features, the Wedge Rats made a big error in
judgement. We didn't have to make poor ReRob make all those
Cyclones himself. We could've gotten them at Spags. Ok, so
they would've made us pay cash, and we'd've had to bring our
own bags. But still...ReRob didn't need to do all that work.
Scott Bernard (skot' ber-nard') v. inf. To fire all of one's
missiles at the same time, usually at a target worthy of
only one or two of them, 'cause you're being a dufus. See
Rick Hunter (to say "uh?!" a lot), Ben Dixon (to die 'cause
you're a bonehead), Roy Fokker (to die 'cause you're being a
macho schmuck), and Tetsuo (to crash into a stationary object
and explode in flames, even if it isn't a crash that should
result in an explosion).
This writing is the product of Benjamin D. Hutchins, Brian D.
Bikowicz, the Editorial College (peanut gallery), .gif files,
text, lack of sleep, STRESS, angst, caffeine, sugar,
incredibly green pie, remarkably hot chili, lots of music
once again, and yes, despite all the darkness, love.
Published 1 March 1992 at Eyrie Publishing,
NotEvenCloseToInc., WPI Box 570, 100 Institute Road,
Worcester, MA 01609.
For everyone: thanks again.
1 March 1992
09:35:36
Benjamin D. Hutchins
Brian D. Bikowicz
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