[MIDGARD][STORY] Port 5 - Parts 1 & 2
Jon Reeves
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"Gaaah, Jotun! Why do we have to deal with those furry giants?" Nik
raged. He was an Alba Norn, dressed in the usual Albian Federation
uniform of an Engineer.
"Because they rule the galaxy, Nik," chided Llane, the captain. He
was a Malay, but had a slight hint of Hebe in his genes.
"I still don't like it," grumbled Nik, and slumped back in his
seat. They were on a Jotun shuttle with the rest of the crew of the
'Intrepid', heading for Port 5, the newly built spaceport.
"Cheer up, Nik. They're still Sheeborne, like us," said Oya, the
Chief of Security and a Golden Desert Norn. Llane nodded, but Nik
scowled.
"They're big, dumb and smug," he grumbled. "They're strange, too.
They don't do things like us."
Llane sighed and laid back in the huge, comfy seat designed for
someone twice as big as him. The Jotun may be strange, he thought, but
they were certainly nice to us.
Llane awoke to the sound of the docking clamps. He was barely
surprised to find he had fallen asleep in the vast, warm seat, and
that many of the other crew were just waking too. Nik, however, was
still awake.
"Please stand back while the doors open," rumbled the speakers in
a deep bass Jotun accent. The circular door span open, and cool,
refreshing air washed over them. In the doorway was a slim shape, with
six limbs and a long, lashing tail. Not a Jotun, but one of their
robotic allies.
"Ah, the Albian delegation," it said smoothly, with a light,
pleasant accent completely unlike a Jotun. "I am Frei. Please follow
me."
"Uh, all right then," said Llane, noticing the broad hips and thin
waist of the robot. Frei smiled weakly.
"In case you are wondering, I am a female. Any further questions
about cybernetic gender can be answered by someone who may find it a
less... personal subject."
"Oh, um, thank you," mumbled Llane, and dropped to the floor. The
rest of the crew followed and were led along huge winding corridors.
The entire station seemed big, even for Jotun standards.
"This station is built large enough to accompany the needs of the
largest residents of the Empire," said Frei, noticing their astonished
and upward gazes. Nik snorted.
"Yeah, *their* Empire," he mumbled. Llane shot him a savage
glance.
"Not a xenophobic word while were here, Nik! I don't want you to
ruin our relations with the strongest race in the galaxy!" Llane
hissed. Nik scowled in silence.
"Aha! The Norns are here," boomed the Commander of the station, he
massive bulk looming over them even from across his desk. Llane smiled
as politely as he could.
"We are very happy to be here, Commander Thjoran," he said, giving
a crisp salute. The Commander returned a perfect Jotun salute,
thumping his right fist on his chest.
"I can see we will get along just fine," the Jotun mused, ignoring
Nik's glare. "After all, we are all Sheeborne here, excepting our
metallic friend here."
Frei gave a small bow and opened the door with a wave of one hand.
"This way to your quarters and the mess hall," she said, her tail
flicking back and forth.
"Oh, wow!" Oya exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "This is much
better than what we get on ship! Heck, this is better than what I get
at *home*!"
Her quarters were huge, as large as a house. The bed was vast and
comfortable, and the kitchen full of the best food. Each surface was
clean and polished, each sheet was crisp and pressed.
"Hey," Oya said, looking through the cupboards in the kitchen, "if
we each have our own kitchens, how come there's a mess hall?"
"Some like to eat socially, some can't cook," Frei replied,
reaching to a high shelf and taking down a couple of mugs with her
tail. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please," Oya replied. "But I didn't know robots could
drink."
"Oh, we can," said Frei, sitting down at the table. Oya sat down
too, and the stool rose up until she was at the right height. "Milk?"
"Yes, thank you. Two sugars."
Frei made the coffee quickly, using all four arms and her tail.
Oya watched on, enraptured.
"Why do they build robots with tails?" Oya asked, sipping at her
coffee.
"It's a useful thing to have, I suppose. I don't really know,
though I can't imagine life without it. The only ones who would know
have been dead for thousands of years."
Oya stopped, her coffee halfway to her lips. She blinked slowly.
"The Jotun Empire is *that* old?"
"Oh, yes," said Frei, surprised. "We were exploring the galaxy
many millennia ago. I thought everyone knew that."
"Everyone except me, it seems," Oya smiled. "Thanks for the
coffee."
"Oh, no problem," said Frei, and carried the cups to the side.
"I'm the only female on the station. It's nice to talk to another girl
at times."
"You know, you robots are more alive than I thought. You have
faces, you eat and drink, you have genders..." Oya trailed off and
blushed.
"I know what you're thinking now," said Frei, and leaned closer
across the table, "and the answer is 'yes'. But 'how' is a personal
matter."
"Oh... Erm, thank you," Oya stuttered. Frei laughed and walked out
of the door, waving.
That night Llane slept better than he had done for years. The
alarm woke him, but didn't infuriate him like the one on the
'Intrepid'. Feeling happy and refreshed, he sleepily pulled him
uniform on and decided to have his breakfast in the mess hall.
So, it seemed, had everyone else. The entire crew had their own
special table, so Llane took a tray, got some toast and coffee and
joined them.
"Hello, captain," said Oya, giving a lazy salute. She ate another
spoonful of cereal and smiled. Gradually, everyone on the table
stopped chewing, staring at some place past Llane's ear.
"What is it?" Llane asked. Slowly, he became aware of a loud hum
of activity behind him. He turned, and his toast dropped from his
hand.
The Jotun had arrived for breakfast, and their table was piled
high with all manner of food. Huge stacks of pancakes as high as a
Norn, enormous coffee pots and mugs to match. There was a steady
motion of Jotun constantly eating.
"Animals," grunted Nik, and took a savage bite from his toast. Oya
glared at him.
"So they need to eat a lot. To keep up their strength, I expect."
"Hey, Lokain! We've run out of bacon!" One of the Jotun called
out. Another Jotun got up and grabbed two trays, each heavily laden
with bacon. Through the sounds of constant eating, certain voices
could be heard.
"Pass the sausages?"
"Where's the Terzt syrup?"
"Has anyone seen the milk?"
"Oh, bugger, there goes the last of the bacon again."
"Only fifteen pancakes left!"
"Who's got the toast?"
"More coffee!"
"I can't find the sugar!"
"Hey, somebody pass the ketchup?"
"Alright, the bugger who's taken my mead can give it back *now*."
The doors slid open just in time, as Commander Thjoran swept in,
dressed in smart black uniform with two golden bands on the right
sleeve.
"Breakfast!" He boomed happily, and informally shoved into the
crowd. "Now, somebody pass the bacon!"
"Wulfen's eaten it all, the greedy bugger," cried out one voice.
Thjoran thumped the tabled, rattling plates and mugs.
"Odin! More bacon!"
Out of the kitchen area loomed another robot, with four pairs of
arms. He saluted with three.
"Aye aye, sir!" He called out in a broad accent, and soon the air
filled with the scent and noise of frying bacon. Meanwhile, Thjoran
filled a massive mug with a few pints of coffee, liberally adding
sugar and milk.
"Not eating much, eh?" Thjoran called out to the Norns. Llane
realised he hadn't eaten anything since the Jotun came in.
"Um, we, er..." Llane stammered.
"Good god! You Jotun are like bottomless pits!" An ensign
exclaimed. Llane took in a deep breath, dreading what would come next,
but Thjoran just laughed loudly.
"HAH! That's a good one! We are, aren't we?" He said, grabbing a
pile of pancakes and setting on them. Llane nervously nibbled a bit of
toast and sighed.
"As the Commander, or should I say Captain, of your vessel, you
must understand the importance of defence," Thjoran said, walking
slowly along the corridor so Llane's much smaller steps.
"Indeed," nodded Llane.
"You may know that this sector contains pirates and hostile
aliens, such as the Borg Norns."
Llane flinched at the mention of the Borg Norns. He had fought
against them a decade ago, and had lost a leg in the vicious final
battle that drove them away from Albia.
"Despite numerous tries to eradicate them, they continue to appear
mysteriously, especially in this sector."
"This sector?" Llane asked, looking up in surprise. "But we're at
the edge of the galaxy. There's nothing but young stars here."
"I know, but that doesn't change anything," Thjoran said, stopping
in front of a huge black, circular door. He placed his palm down on a
scanner next to it and it glowed briefly and clicked.
"Commander Thjoran. Pass," said the computer. The door slid open
soundlessly, and Llane followed the massive Jotun inside.
"Anti-Matter-Missiles, Singularity Torpedoes, Nova Mines and some
other stuff. It's been a while since I read the manual," said Thjoran,
waving a hand over a vast bank of buttons and controls.
"That's very impressive, compared to our weapons on board the
'Intrepid'."
"Care to upgrade? We could equip you with the latest in stealth,
armour and weaponry."
"I'm not sure if the Federation would allow that."
"Nonsense!" Thjoran roared happily, shaking his long mane. "The
Albian Federation is part of the Empire."
"Only recently, though. Many think that you're... too
overbearing," Llane said, walking out the door.
"Overbearing? What do you mean?" Thjoran asked, following him. The
door shut and locked behind him.
"Well, you know, that you're too... er, smug. Arrogant, sort of."
"We have to be smug. We *do* rule the galaxy. Well, most of it,
anyway."
Llane hesitated, unsure about what the massive Jotun had just
said. "I'm not sure I understand. You *have* to be smug?"
"Ah, it's all politics, you see? Every race grows up thinking
they're the best, the biggest fish in the small pond, as they say on
Midgard. Suddenly they find they're in a much larger pond, and they
are far from being the biggest fish," Thjoran said, and chuckled
darkly to himself. "They try to regain some of their arrogance, their
pride at being the best. Almost every race has it, even if they are
unaware of it. But trying to become the best can lead to acts of
terrorism and worse."
"I see," nodded Llane, smiling to himself. "But what do you mean
by *almost* every race?"
"Now that," said Thjoran sagely, tapping the side of his nose,
"would be telling."
The following day Llane awoke to find half the bridge crew
assembled at his door.
"What is it?" Llane mumbled. Oya pointed down the hall.
"The new diplomats are arriving sir, and, er, we think you should
see them."
Llane quickly finished his coffee and set off with the others in
tow. He had never seen any aliens in his life. The Jotun didn't really
count, being Sheeborne, and neither did the Borg Norns, being Nornir
in biology.
As he rounded the corner of the huge corridor, he came face to
beak with a gigantic bird. It screeched at him, hot breath washing
over him.
It turned it's head to look at him, and Llane could see that the
entire from half of it's head was smooth, black beak, curved at the
end. On each side of it's head was a large luminous orange eye that
almost took up the entire head, with the pupil shrunk down to the a
mere dot in the centre.
"Jho... dhan tar ahrn?" Llane stuttered in weak Jotun. The alien
snorted and straightened up.
"Ah," it said in perfect Jotun, albeit extremely shrilly, "other
delegates. You are the Nornir, correct?"
"Yes," Frei said, appearing behind the Norns from the corridor.
"Glad to see you, your Necroship. Llane, this is the Necro-Lord
Kreeeln"
"Hmmm," said Kreeeln, pruning his feathers. "They appear curious
to the eyes. How did they evolve?"
"They are Sheeborne, like the Jotun."
"Oh," replied the Necro-Lord, his voice immediately acid. He
stared venomously at Llane, reflecting the Norn's entire face in his
vast eye. He let out a piercing shriek and swept off, his wings
trailing behind him like a cloak.
"What was that about?" Oya asked one the tall avian had gone. Frei
sighed.
"Oh, that's just the Kibbrin way. They are suspicious of genetic
research. They approve of robots, oddly."
"Why is that?"
"They evolved from carrion eaters, six-limbed vulture-like
creatures. In certain rituals they still eat corpses. Why they would
tolerate unliving servants is beyond me. Organics are a mystery,"
sighed Frei. She looked down at the Norns glaring upwards and gave a
little chuckle. "No offense, flop ears."
"I'm sure," said Oya, brushing a lock of hair from here eyes.
"But for aliens, they are very similar to you," said Frei, looking
up at the door, which was opening again.
"Similar? Did you see it's eye?"
"He, Captain Llane. He was a male of his species... Oh," she
replied, staring at the alien diplomats just entering the station.
Llane turned and looked. And nearly screamed out loud.
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Port 5 - Part 2
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Before Llane floated a ghastly ethereal apparition, wrapped in a
shroud of half-solid pale mist. Its body and limbs were thin and
almost skeletal, with eyes recessed into their sockets. It raised a
wraith-like hand and reached out towards him.
He staggered back and watched as Frei handed the creature a small
orb. It blurred in the creature's grip and faded away. Immediately the
limbs and body began to thicken, as the shadowy flesh began to appear
to grow back. A quiet hiss from its mouth began to form into words.
"Sssssssthat's much better, thank you. I think the jump gate
disagreed with me. Must have been the energy frequency."
"Oh, no problem at all your Excellency. It's our pleasure. May I
introduce Captain Llane of the Albian Federation?"
"A federation of one planet?"
"Six now, and our moon. Colonies, you see," said Llane, slightly
uncertain of what to make of the apparition.
"Ah. And how long have you been in space?"
"Thirty years now, I think."
"Good, good, excellent," said the figure. It was harder to think
of him as an *it* now, as he looked completely alive. Long, white hair
flowed down past his shoulders, and his face was full of fine, if
alien, features.
"Er, thank you," mutter Llane.
"Captain is the rank of your ambassadors, is it?"
"Well, no, not really. I'm sort of an honourary ambassador because
of my experience with the Jotun."
"Which experience?"
"During the Borg invasion of Albia. My ship was critically damaged
and my crew and I were rescued by a Jotun warship. The, uh, 'Maul of
Kacer' if I remember correctly."
"Good, good," said the alien. "Oh, how rude of me. I forgot to
introduce myself. You may call me Arcturus, and I am ambassador to the
Others."
"Arcturus... That's a star," said Llane.
"It is indeed. My true name cannot be pronounced in this
dimension, which is a pity. It's very poetic, if I do say so myself,"
sighed Arcturus, and glided away.
"Dimension?" Llane asked quietly.
"The Others are a trans-dimensional species which have lived for
around eighty five million of our years. They are a very theoretical
people, as in their dimension there is no matter to build with."
"Oh, I see what you mean now," said Oya. Frei smiled and swept an
arm towards the corridor, beckoning the Norns to follow her.
"This way, please. The opening negotiations will be taking place
shortly."
"Negotiations for *what*? The Jotun own everything," grumbled Nik.
Llane shot him a harsh glance.
"Believe it or *not*, you actually own the planets you live on.
Albia, Olympia, Terra Nornia, Hades, Avalon and Elyssia. Some of these
world were *expressly* rebuilt and set aside for Nornir use by the
Empire," Frei said, a bit sharply. Nik snorted.
"We could have done that ourselves."
"Oh, *excuse me*," said Frei icily, "I'm sure you could rid an
entire *planet* of over eighty five billion Borg Norns."
Nik raised a finger and opened his mouth, but then stormed off.
Oya sighed.
"I'm sorry," she said, "but Nik has always been like this."
"Oh, forget it," said Frei. "I've dealt with tougher than him. A
year or so back a Trz'ak'on diplomat tried to tear my head off for
just being a robot. That's how I met my husband, you know."
"Erm.. How?"
"Oh, Odin crept up behind the diplomat and forcefully removed his
head. I was all thankful, he was so modest," said Frei. She trailed
off and sighed. "He's a marvelous cook as well, you know. He cooks
here for us all."
Llane's mind briefly conjured up the memory of a voice, heavy with
accent, from the mess hall. He nodded vaguely.
"Well, I suppose we'd best be going to the talks now, Captain,"
said Oya. Llane blinked.
"What? Oh, yes. We're deciding new rules for our section of space,
right?"
"Close enough," Oya muttered, and followed Llane to the main
chamber of the station.
Commander Thjoran sat imperially at the head of the huge, oval
table, in a giant chair his runes carved delicately into the smooth
grey metal. The other delegates sat in similar chairs, though not as
ornate as Thjoran's. Llane scanned the room, and was mildly amazed by
the variety of aliens. Arcturus, the Other, floated an inch or so
above his chair. Kreeeln sat hunched and brooding, his massive eyes
flicking this way and that as he looked around too.
There were many aliens Llane had not seen, either, some smaller
than he, others far larger. One was merely a hologram, projected
inside a flickering light matrix. Llane leaned over to Frei and
whisper quietly to her.
"Who's that?"
"That's the Pollonean representative. They're currently in their
ship, communicating through that hologram," Frei replied. Her voice
wasn't exactly a whisper, more like her volume had been turned down.
"Why aren't they here in person?"
"They're eighteen ton, deep-water dwelling cetaceans. They don't
mix well, especially not under this weak pressure."
"Ah," said Llane. The hologram looked nothing like a sea creature,
though. It had dull blue skin and no facial features. It was blank and
expressionless. However, it seemed highly alert.
Thjoran took a small gavel in his hand and rapped it smartly
against the table. The room echoed with a low tone from hidden
speakers, and the light chatter stopped.
"Delegates," Thjoran began, "you are all here to help... discuss
the laws and regions of this sector. A few of you have raised
complaints and requests to the Empire. Some of those are conflicting.
We are here until they are sorted out."
The hologram inclined its head. Thjoran turned to look at it.
"Speak," he said.
"I/We send request to the Empire for greater access to us/they who
dwell in the darkness."
Llane looked blank. "Why is he talking like that?" He whispered to
Frei.
"Cetaceans have a different way of looking at the universe than
us. They don't see two objects as separate, because they are linked by
water. It's complex."
"Well," boomed Thjoran, making a small ambassador jump, "deep
dwellers like yourself can currently move on planets by way of
holopresence, but I understand what you're getting at. Several empty
planets will be turned into ocean worlds with full biodiversity."
The room shuddered with a low, yet cheerful note. Thjoran gave a
small shiver and smiled.
"I have an issue to raise," said another ambassador. He was as
tall as a Jotun, but much thinner and sleeker. He had dark blue
mottled skin, with a set of luminous green hedgehog-like spines on his
head, like hair.
"Speak," said Thjoran. The alien smiled and nodded, his spines
rippling up and down.
"The infestation of the vile alien weed, known as 'kssiss' on its
home planet," he said, shooting a black glance at another alien across
the table, "is blighting our crops and ruining our national parks. As
you have the only access to genetic research and development, perhaps
a gengineered virus may help."
"Kssiss," spoke a horned reptilian alien, who had been the
recipient of the dark look, "iss not a weed. It is a sstable food
ssource."
"For you, perhaps. We cannot ingest the foul things," replied the
spined alien. The reptile hissed malevolently. Thjoran banged the
gavel again, though a little harder, and a loud note rang in Llane's
ears.
"Excuse *me*, sirs," he boomed, his voice filling the room, "but I
will have no insults or arguments here. A virus *will* be gengineered
to rid your planet of the alien plant. If you have any *further*
business..?"
The blue alien rippled his spines for a moment, his eyes focussed
hard on the lizard. "No."
"I have nothing further to ssay on the matter either," said the
reptile.
"Good," replied Thjoran, allowing himself a slight smile. "Any
more business?"
"I wish to-" began a small alien, but a larger diplomat nearby
cleared his throats and rose slightly in his seat. Thjoran glared at
him and almost threw the gavel at him.
"Speak," he told the small delegate. The alien bobbed her head
happily.
"Planning permission for a colony on a planet in our system," he
said, "is sought from the Empire."
"Planet size?" Thjoran inquired.
"A Gamma type, gravity is nought point seven gee."
"Very good, permission is granted. I assume a L4 civilisation
needs no assistance from the Empire to begin work?"
The tiny alien grinned a wide, sharp-toothed, carnivorous grin.
Thjoran shifted in his seat and smiled weakly back.
Llane turned to Frei, who sighed. "She's a Laonel," she said,
"carnivores. Their ancestors used to be quite the little empire,
though now they're more peaceful. L4 technology, meaning they're on a
par with the Empire."
"I have a complaint," said an enormous alien. He was twice the
height of Thjoran, but weak and spindly. His long, tapering limbs were
supported by a large metal suit. Thjoran turned to him, and smiled
warmly.
"Speak, Intare."
Llane was slightly surprised at this show of familiarity from
Thjoran. Intare, the alien, smiled back.
"The Associates wish to expand their cities. Our current living
space is becoming cramped," Intare said. Thjoran sighed and shook his
head.
"How many systems do you have now? Hmmm?"
"The Associates have been ceded twenty-two systems, containing an
average of five habitable planets each. However, the Associative grows
fast each year. We are running out of room."
Thjoran leant back in his chair, tapping his hands against his
chin. This, it seemed, was the first tricky case. Llane had done the
calculations in his head, and the Associative, as Intare called his
race, seemed to have over one hundred planets.
"Low gravity dwellers," whispered Frei to his unspoken thought.
"Can't handle more than a gee at the most. They mostly dwell on moons
and small planets, so they have less space than you do."
Arcturus, the Other, let out a sigh that sounded like an angel
dying. Intare and Thjoran both turned to look. A smile crept over the
Other's features.
"I have the answer," he said. Intare tilted his head to the side,
while Thjoran's brow hardened.
"This had better not involve any new universes, Arcturus. The last
one was... well, it wasn't very nice."
"No, there will be no new universes. Instead, a solution in this
one. Upon hearing this complaint, I began thinking about it, and I
have come up with an easy way to build a station like this, but the
size of a large moon or small planetoid. Its spin would be able to be
adjusted to any gravity you wish. Large fusion jets would allow it to
be moved from system to system."
Llane blinked. The station was about a hundred bigger than his
ship, but if what Arcturus said was true, the new station would be
over ten times the size of Port 5. A megacity in space.
"Naturally large fleets of these could be built, to cope with the
largest of population booms," Arcturus continued. Thjoran coughed
loudly.
"Arcturus, you and the Others had better come through on this.
You've made large mistakes in the past. Do you remember exploding
iron? Water which only melted at five hundred degrees? Atoms the size
of your head? Hmmm?"
"Minor setbacks, I assure you. This is a very simple thing to do.
Exploding iron... was art. Dangerous art, granted, but a masterpiece."
"How do you get iron to explode? Or atoms the size of your head?"
Llane asked Frei.
"The Others used to work in small universes they created for
experiments, where things are very... different to our universe.
They're a bit detached from reality."
"Which one?"
"Ha ha. Ours."
Thjoran opened his mouth to speak, but a dull thud rocked the
station, causing Llane to almost fall off his chair. Thjoran turned to
look at his gavel and hummed in puzzlement. He raised his head to look
at the ambassadors, who were all looking around worriedly.
"Did-?" Llane began, but another, bigger thud made the station
move even more. Then a thundering voice, made of a myriad of voices
speaking as one, spoke from the hundreds of speakers around the room.
"We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated."
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I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
much!!!!1111!!!!1!
Wow... This is the first story by Jon I've commented on... Of course I've
only posted here for about a week, but still... Keep up the good work!!!!!
Did I mention that you're the best fanfic writer I've read? (Well, except
for the Holodeck, and that's kind of a different kind of story...) So keep
it up! I love the Midgard stories! In fact, write more!!! I love them
all! (Yeah, I know, I'm gushing over them. But they're good!)
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> <snippage of the (very) good stuff>
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> > We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
> I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
> I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
> anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
> much!!!!1111!!!!1!
> Wow... This is the first story by Jon I've commented on... Of course I've
> only posted here for about a week, but still... Keep up the good
work!!!!!
> Did I mention that you're the best fanfic writer I've read? (Well, except
> for the Holodeck, and that's kind of a different kind of story...) So
keep
> it up! I love the Midgard stories! In fact, write more!!! I love them
> all! (Yeah, I know, I'm gushing over them. But they're good!)
Heh..... Have you read the thingamajigs of Bean and such's? Their archives
should be read.... A warning: Sometimes, not all of the links to the
archives are there.
*comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
/wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at the
end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
funny.
--
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User of 'Thingamajig!'.
Jon Reeves
"Jeffrey Boydstun" <jeffrey....@starband.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
>"Jon Reeves" <j...@fullcircuit.com> wrote in message
>news:fu086u00oen454jr8...@4ax.com...
>
><snippage of the (very) good stuff>
>
>
>> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
>I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
>anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
>much!!!!1111!!!!1!
You're, um, welcome. Glad to find another deranged fanboy to add to my
horde.
>Wow... This is the first story by Jon I've commented on... Of course I've
>only posted here for about a week, but still... Keep up the good work!!!!!
>Did I mention that you're the best fanfic writer I've read? (Well, except
>for the Holodeck, and that's kind of a different kind of story...) So keep
>it up! I love the Midgard stories! In fact, write more!!! I love them
>all! (Yeah, I know, I'm gushing over them. But they're good!)
Best *apart* from Holodeck? Hmmm... I'm getting better, methinks. But
I will not rest until I've become the best...
Please keep in mind this is the first lot of stories I've actually
written more than 40 lines on. Still learning :)
Jon Reeves
"Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
and vowed thusly:
>> <snippage of the (very) good stuff>
>>
>>
>> > We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>> I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
>> I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
>> anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
>> much!!!!1111!!!!1!
>> Wow... This is the first story by Jon I've commented on... Of course I've
>> only posted here for about a week, but still... Keep up the good
>work!!!!!
>> Did I mention that you're the best fanfic writer I've read? (Well, except
>> for the Holodeck, and that's kind of a different kind of story...) So
>keep
>> it up! I love the Midgard stories! In fact, write more!!! I love them
>> all! (Yeah, I know, I'm gushing over them. But they're good!)
>
>Heh..... Have you read the thingamajigs of Bean and such's? Their archives
>should be read.... A warning: Sometimes, not all of the links to the
>archives are there.
I read them all a while back, when I first came to AGC. I think it's
time I read them again, hmmm.
>*comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
>/wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at the
>end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
>stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
>assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
>funny.
Hey, there may be Borg, but there's also Jotun. The two mix as good as
francium and water.
emmel
> Port 5 - Part 1
> -----------------
Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that Embassador's head?
> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
We are the emmel. Go on writing. Resistance is futile.
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> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at the
> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
> stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
> funny.
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emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
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>Rupert Wanderer posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
>> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at the
>> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
>> stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
>> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
>> funny.
>
>Afraid of being assmilitated? Annoyed by endless space battles? Having a
>ALTAIR Platin credit card? Order one of our fleets now. Get rid of your
>enemies now! Good service at low costs. Order within 5 days and you get a
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>
>And don't even try to ignore the bill if you like your planet in one piece.
Heheheheh :)
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Jon Reeves
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> Port 5 - Part 1
>> -----------------
>
>Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's head?
Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
>> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>
>We are the emmel. Go on writing. Resistance is futile.
We are the Jon. Writing is futile. Comments must be assimilated.
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> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
Oh, the usual comments, w00ty and all that. I already said that, on
#aglami, didn't I?!"?Ź?
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Jon Reeves
Alex Watson <alexw...@deadspam.com> rode into alt.games.creatures
and vowed thusly:
>By a random fluke, Jon Reeves wrote...
>> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>
>Oh, the usual comments, w00ty and all that. I already said that, on
>#aglami, didn't I?!"?Ź?
Yes, but i want to see it preserved for all the ages, you fool. *sigh*
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emmel
> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >
> >> Port 5 - Part 1
> >> -----------------
> >
> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's head?
>
> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after all.
> >> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
> >
> >We are the emmel. Go on writing. Resistance is futile.
>
> We are the Jon. Writing is futile. Comments must be assimilated.
::shots Jon-Queen:: I know that won't help a lot but I like to annoy you all
that way. <eg>
emmel
> >> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
> >> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at
> >> the
> >> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
> >> stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
> >> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
> >> funny.
> >
> >Afraid of being assmilitated? Annoyed by endless space battles? Having a
> >ALTAIR Platin credit card? Order one of our fleets now. Get rid of your
> >enemies now! Good service at low costs. Order within 5 days and you get a
> >free gift.
> >Call FLEET-BE-MINE and order today.
> >
> >And don't even try to ignore the bill if you like your planet in one piece.
>
> Heheheheh :)
Did you know that we can trace back telephone calls? I hope you don't try to
offend us...
Jon Reeves
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>> >
>> >> Port 5 - Part 1
>> >> -----------------
>> >
>> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's head?
>>
>> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
>
>I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after all.
Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
you don't argue with the Empire.
>> >> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>> >
>> >We are the emmel. Go on writing. Resistance is futile.
>>
>> We are the Jon. Writing is futile. Comments must be assimilated.
>
>::shots Jon-Queen:: I know that won't help a lot but I like to annoy you all
>that way. <eg>
What I was *trying* to say is I won't write until I get some more
comments.
Rupert Wanderer
Ahhhhh. That's good. *nods* They've probably filled up a bit more since
you last read them, then.
> >*comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
> >/wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at
the
> >end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
> >stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
> >assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
> >funny.
>
> Hey, there may be Borg, but there's also Jotun. The two mix as good as
> francium and water.
*staggers back, hand to his forehead, after recieving a sudden insight*
Oh dear Sidhe..... I get it! I think I get it!
Norn: Gaahhh! The Borg! A huge force! We're all going to be killed or
worse!!!
Jotun: Oh, them again? Bah..... *flicks a finger* *turns back to talking
as the weapons fire and the Borg are all effortlessly destroyed*
.....Of course, I could be wrong. But I like to try and anticipate these
things....
Jon Reeves
I'm not an oldbie. I'm a middlebie.
>Ahhhhh. That's good. *nods* They've probably filled up a bit more since
>you last read them, then.
>
>> >*comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
>> >/wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at
>the
>> >end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
>> >stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
>> >assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
>> >funny.
>>
>> Hey, there may be Borg, but there's also Jotun. The two mix as good as
>> francium and water.
>
>*staggers back, hand to his forehead, after recieving a sudden insight*
>
>Oh dear Sidhe..... I get it! I think I get it!
>
>Norn: Gaahhh! The Borg! A huge force! We're all going to be killed or
>worse!!!
>
>Jotun: Oh, them again? Bah..... *flicks a finger* *turns back to talking
>as the weapons fire and the Borg are all effortlessly destroyed*
>
>.....Of course, I could be wrong. But I like to try and anticipate these
>things....
Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
frequency so they don't get shot.
The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
*refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
armour-piercing rounds.
Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
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> Port 5
>
> "We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated."
> -----------------
>
> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
::claps::
As per usual, very, very good :)
Hmm: "You Jotun are like bottomless pits!"
Do I detect a referance? >:)
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Linda <linda....@ntlworld.com> rode into alt.games.creatures and
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>At some point Jon Reeves wrote:
>
>> Port 5
>>
>> "We are the Borg. Resistance is futile. You will be assimilated."
>> -----------------
>>
>> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>
>::claps::
>As per usual, very, very good :)
::bows::
Thank you, thank you.
>Hmm: "You Jotun are like bottomless pits!"
>Do I detect a referance? >:)
Ssssh! SnornL will eat your head! :D
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"Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no," muttered Llane, his pulse quickening in his
chest. "Oh, no. Not them. Anyone but them. Please, not them."
But despite his plea the voice echoed over again, instilling fear
and panic into the delegates. Thjoran scowled and leapt off his chair
onto the table. He sprinted across it and slid swiftly off the end,
dropping next to Llane at the far end.
"Llane!" Thjoran roared, holding up the tiny Norn. But Llane was
shaking all over, memories of the invasion flooding back. "Snap out of
it, Llane!"
"I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
"I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
He gave Llane a little shake, but the Norn was still in a world of
his won. Exasperated, he handed Llane over to Frei.
"Keep an eye on him. I'm off to the Armoury. Tell the others to
meet me there. Keep the dignitaries safe at *all costs*."
"Sir, yes sir!" Frei replied, saluting with a free arm. She lay
Llane down on his chair and whistled sharply to get the attention of
the other ambassadors.
"Listen up!" Frei yelled. "I want you all to stay calm! There is
nothing to be afraid of!"
Her comm beeped, and she opened it. The face of Lokain, the senior
Engineer, was there. "They're broken though the aft-three shield, near
your location. Be wary," he said. Frei sighed.
"Just great," she muttered, and opened small compartments in her
legs. Reaching inside, she pulled out two large pistols. Llane gave a
small giggle from his chair.
"Those will never work. They adapt too fast. And they keep coming,
wave after wave after..."
He broke down into huge sobs of anguish, and Frei sighed. The rest
of the delegates were calmer now there was an armed robot present.
Some of the delegates had drawn their own weapons, which barely
surprised Frei. Most delegates came armed to peaceful conferences. It
was a surprise if they *weren't* armed.
Intare's support suit had sprouted small plasma cannon turrets,
flamethrowers and hyperbeam guns. Armoured plates now covered his body
and face, and Frei wouldn't be surprised if it now did more than just
allow him to move under one gee.
The holopresence of the Pollonean didn't look armed, being a light
matrix, but Frei guessed it was now tuned to also project lasers. It
still looked harmless, almost defenceless, but behind that was white
hot death.
Arcturus was looking rather relaxed, as he had done since the Borg
first announced their presence. Being made of energy, matters of
matter didn't matter to him. The Borg Norns would spend a while trying
to assimilate him, and then they would get bored and go away. He was
perfectly safe, but Frei knew he was silently devising a way of
ridding Port 5 of the Borg.
Her comm beeped again, and this time it was Thjoran. "There's
about twenty or thirty cubes out there, more than we've ever faced
before. And they're still arriving. Expect some boarders soon."
A shimmer of green light announced the presence of a single drone.
It turned jerkily to face the delegates, and was met by a wall of fire
and death. In under a second it had been reduced to a puddle of
red-hot metal eating away at the floor.
Frei lowered her pistol and smiled to herself. The other delegates
hadn't even noticed it before she had shot it, and were half-pointing
their weapons at the puddle, wary of any more that might arrive. There
was a small cough from the chair next to her. Llane was peering over
the table, staring at the puddle.
"That... That was a drone."
"It was indeed. Now it's scrap metal," said Frei. "If they were
civilised, I'd make them pay for the damage to the floor. That's Bakan
marble, you know."
"That was a drone," he repeated.
"Yes, I know."
"You shot it with one gun."
"I did," replied Frei smugly. "Not a bad shot. Between the eyes,
not that you can tell."
"It melted."
"Yes, it melted all right. We *do* have more advanced technology
than you, or don't you remember?"
"Melted into a puddle," Llane said dreamily.
"Are you listening to me, Captain?"
"Puddle," he replied. Frei sighed and slapped him round the face.
Llane blinked and shook himself. After a while he found his voice.
"I need a gun," he said, a dark glint in his eye. He wasn't afraid
anymore. He was after revenge.
Thjoran opened the door to the command centre and strode over to
the central console. He flipped open a small hatch covered a large red
button. He thumped it and lights suddenly began their dance across the
silent dark consoles.
"Weapons armed," the computer said. "Awaiting command."
"Cycle through defence routines to repel alien threat," said
Thjoran.
"Activate internal security?"
"Yes. Key to Borg signal."
"Activated external defence. Activated internal security. Further
orders?"
"No further orders," said Thjoran, and walked out of the room. The
door whirred and slammed shut behind him. He entered the lift and
keyed in floor seven. The Armoury.
"Where did Thjoran go?" Llane asked, looking around.
"The Armoury. Floor seven," replied Frei. "I'm just about to go
myself, seeing as these guys can take care of themselves now. Want to
tag along?"
"Which room on floor seven?"
Frei laughed loudly and set off down the corridor to the lift.
"Which floor? Oh, that's priceless," she muttered. Llane stood back in
the conference room for a moment, then ran after her.
Frei punched the button as soon as Llane was inside the lift. The
lift went smoothly down, and stopped after a brief moment. The doors
opened, and Llane's crew were there, wide-eyed with terror.
"Captain-!" Began one, but stopped and dashed inside the lift. A
series of green shimmers behind them announced the arrival of several
Borg Norn drones. Frei took them all out with one blast, and punched
the button marked with the rune for seven.
The lift went down and opened its doors again. Thjoran and the
other Jotun were there along with Odin, the cook. The entire room was
full of racks and shelves of weapons, and was at least twice the size
of the conference room.
"Grab a weapon," said Thjoran gruffly. "The computer's dealing
with the cubes out there. Status!"
"Two enemy craft destroyed. Twenty three remaining. Shield
strength dropping. Eight further craft have just arrived in the
system," replied the computer's emotionless voice. Thjoran cursed
harshly in Jotun.
"Change of orders. Get two weapons, shields and armour. We're
dealing with a mass invasion here which looks like it'll make Albia
seem like a walk in the park. Llane! Catch this!" Thjoran said, and
threw a shiny ball at the Norn. He caught it in both hands and looked
at it. It was silver coloured, slightly warm, totally featureless
apart from a black button.
"What is it?"
"Armour. Press the button," said Frei, slinging a huge pulse rifle
over her shoulder.
Llane shrugged and pressed the button. It disappeared and the
globe began to melt, coating his hands with metallic liquid. It spread
faster and faster, covered his entire body and spread over his face.
He felt suffocated, and opened his mouth. To his surprise, he didn't
feel it pour down his throat and into his guts. Instead, it seemed to
have stopped. He tried breathing through his nose, and found it was
clear.
He turned and saw a mirror on a wall nearby. Stepping in front of
it, he didn't recognise what looked back. He looked like he was
wearing a suit of armour, but it was skintight and flowed with his
movements. He spotted a small gun on a shelf nearby and reached out to
take it. When he touched it, the suit pulled it in and it became part
of the suit.
Liquid Armour, more commonly known as an APEsuit," said Thjoran,
activating a similar orb. It flowed swiftly over his body and
transformed him. The weapons he was already carrying merged with the
suit. "Attack Performance Enhancing Suit, to be exact."
"How do I fire?" Llane asked.
"Thought impulses. Think, and it'll happen," said another Jotun,
sporting two huge guns on his arms and another on his back. "But don't
do it in here."
Thjoran threw something else to Llane, who grabbed it out of the
air. It slid across the surface of his suit and set in place on his
chest. It blinked on, and suddenly Llane was surrounded by a globe of
green light.
"Shield. Touch the generator to toggle on and off," said Thjoran.
"The suit can also do camouflage. Just think it."
Llane thought, and turned to the mirror. He was almost invisible.
He could only see himself by the slight lag between the camouflage and
his movement.
He turned and saw his crew were also wearing the strange APEsuits.
Some had the shields as well, and most were armed with whatever
weapons they could take.
"The APEsuit will also protect you from assimilation as well,"
said Frei. "Because it's made from altered Borg Norn nanoprobes."
Llane almost choked, but tried to keep a rational mind. Wearing an
APEsuit wasn't the same as being a Borg Norn. They were different,
changed. It was nothing to be scared of.
Who was he kidding? He found the whole thing mortifying. But the
sooner the Borg were destroyed the sooner he could get this damn
APEsuit off.
"Two forward! Beta Nine!" Thjoran bellowed, and the Jotun behind
him rolled out into the corridor, pointing his gun from side to side.
He fired twice and two drones dissolved into dust.
"All clear!"
"Eight three seven! Take point! Clear a path! Gamma Five!" Thjoran
roared out, and three Jotun dashed through the door leading to the
mess hall and opened fire on the drones there. One bowed slightly and
fired a salvo of rockets from his back. They erupted in an inferno
that scorched the corners of the room. Thjoran nodded to himself, and
raised his fist at a stray drone that had just teleported in. An
energy blast reduced it to a smear on the wall.
Llane's weapons weren't as highly destructive as the Jotun's,
mainly because he was half their size. But he did have speed on his
side. The APEsuit seemed to enhance his speed and agility, allowing
him to leap from corridor to corridor faster than he'd ever done in
his life without feeling short of breath.
He sprang from the floor and grabbed onto a pipe far above his
head. He swung from pipe to pipe like a puzzle chimp in the jungle,
and opened up an air vent with his foot. He slipped inside, worked his
way through, and leapt out on the other side of a locked door. He
punched the code into the keypad and the door hissed open. The Jotun
and Llane's crew trooped inside quickly.
"Good work," said Thjoran. "We've got to get to engineering to get
the shields working again. After that, it'll be a simple clean up."
"I didn't think the words 'clean up' went with a Borg invasion,"
mumbled Llane. "But it's high time they should."
Gradually they made their way back to the conference chamber,
which was looking far worse for wear. The table had been flipped on
its side, and hundreds of large, flaming craters littered the floors,
walls and ceiling.
Intare's spindly frame, bulked out by armour, greeted them with a
barrage of fire which bounced off their shields. Thjoran sighed.
"What does the Associative think of violence, Intare?"
"The Borg are not *ssahothi*, Thjoran," replied Intare, spreading
his arms out wide. "They are not like you are me. How can one be said
to be a culture when they know not of art or music? They are
dangerous, mad animals to be hunted."
"The most dangerous enemy, Intare, is one who *knows* what
atrocities they are committing," said Thjoran. Intare bobbed his head
slowly.
"You are referring to the *othshai*, the twisted parody of all
that is *ssahothi*. The ones whose art and music is the bloodshed and
death screams of battle. The ones who can brutally murder ten million
unarmed beings and think *nothing* of what they have done. The dark,
perverted shadow of all life, whose passion is the death and pain."
"The Ljynii," said Thjoran. Intare shivered in fear, revulsion,
rage and other, more alien, emotions.
"The murderers," he replied. "They butchered my kind. My family.
My brother."
-----------------
For every comment I write another chapter.
--
Jon Reeves - j...@fullcircuit.com
http://www.geocities.com/jon_demalo
http://www.watson1999-69.freeserve.co.uk/cstories/
DC2.R Gm L15f W- T Phkwat Sks B"Venom"/fl A Fr- Nj M O H+++!
Jeffrey Boydstun
> Port 5 - Part 3
<Snippage of very excellent writing>
>
>-----------------
>
>For every comment I write another chapter.
I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more! You
should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I love
the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!! (Now
you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
emmel
> >> >> Port 5 - Part 1
> >> >> -----------------
> >> >
> >> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's head?
> >>
> >> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
> >
> >I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after all.
>
> Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
> you don't argue with the Empire.
Note: Never become an embassador of the Empire. They don't care about
diplomatic imunity...
> >> >> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
> >> >
> >> >We are the emmel. Go on writing. Resistance is futile.
> >>
> >> We are the Jon. Writing is futile. Comments must be assimilated.
> >
> >::shots Jon-Queen:: I know that won't help a lot but I like to annoy you
> >::all
> >that way. <eg>
>
> What I was *trying* to say is I won't write until I get some more
> comments.
::gives Jon a couple of comments::
emmel
> Port 5 - Part 3
> -----------------
> For every comment I write another chapter.
This is a comment.
emmel
> On Sun, 10 Feb 2002 10:22:04 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
emmel
> Port 5 - Part 3
> -----------------
> For every comment I write another chapter.
Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
emmel
> Port 5 - Part 3
> -----------------
> For every comment I write another chapter.
This is another comment.
emmel
Rupert Wanderer
Oh, well. *shrugs*
> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
> armour-piercing rounds.
> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
*grins* Heh-heh-heh....
Rupert Wanderer
>
> "Jon Reeves" <j...@fullcircuit.com> wrote in message
> news:f1md6u0h7lnpj715t...@4ax.com...
> > Port 5 - Part 3
>
> <Snippage of very excellent writing>
> >
> >-----------------
> >
> >For every comment I write another chapter.
>
> I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
You
> should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
> intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I
love
> the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!! (Now
> you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
*comments* Wonderful! Purely wonderful! Now you have to write two more
chapters! And PS: 'He gave Llane a little shake, but the Norn was still in
a world of his won.'? Might that be 'own'?
Refractor Dragon, liking the stories!
Linda
> Port 5 - Part 3
> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
Mwuah, I like it :)
> <snip>
>
> For every comment I write another chapter.
::comments::
Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
Linda
Sayer of generally unhelpful comments...
Jon Reeves
>> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
>> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
>> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> frequency so they don't get shot.
>
>Oh, well. *shrugs*
::explodes::
>> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
>> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
>> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
>> armour-piercing rounds.
>> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
>
>*grins* Heh-heh-heh....
:)
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
>> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
>> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> frequency so they don't get shot.
>> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
>> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
>> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
>> armour-piercing rounds.
>> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
>
>I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> Port 5 - Part 1
>> >> >> -----------------
>> >> >
>> >> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's head?
>> >>
>> >> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
>> >
>> >I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after all.
>>
>> Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
>> you don't argue with the Empire.
>
>Note: Never become an embassador of the Empire. They don't care about
>diplomatic imunity...
Well, *of* the Empire is fine. *To* the Empire is different. If you're
an Imperial ambassador you're perfectly safe.
>> >> >> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>> >> >
>> >> >We are the emmel. Go on writing. Resistance is futile.
>> >>
>> >> We are the Jon. Writing is futile. Comments must be assimilated.
>> >
>> >::shots Jon-Queen:: I know that won't help a lot but I like to annoy you
>> >::all
>> >that way. <eg>
>>
>> What I was *trying* to say is I won't write until I get some more
>> comments.
>
>::gives Jon a couple of comments::
::eats them::
Jon Reeves
"Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
and vowed thusly:
>> <Snippage of very excellent writing>
>> >
>> >-----------------
>> >
>> >For every comment I write another chapter.
>>
>> I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
>You
>> should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
>> intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I
>love
>> the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!! (Now
>> you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
>
>*comments* Wonderful! Purely wonderful! Now you have to write two more
>chapters! And PS: 'He gave Llane a little shake, but the Norn was still in
>a world of his won.'? Might that be 'own'?
::shoots self in head::
Yes, it's meant to be 'own'. Sorry, folks.
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> Port 5 - Part 3
>> -----------------
>> For every comment I write another chapter.
>
>Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
>BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
::shoots self in head::
Yes, you're right.
Jon Reeves
Linda <linda....@ntlworld.com> rode into alt.games.creatures and
vowed thusly:
>At some point Jon Reeves wrote:
>
>> Port 5 - Part 3
>
>> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
>> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
>> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
>
>Mwuah, I like it :)
:D
>> <snip>
>>
>> For every comment I write another chapter.
>
>::comments::
>Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
Okay, okay. I'm writing, I'm writing...
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>IFCP
YAIS
Rupert Wanderer
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 08:46:30 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
> and vowed thusly:
>
> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
> >
> >Oh, well. *shrugs*
>
> ::explodes::
*looks at you strangely*
Rupert Wanderer
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 09:04:26 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
> and vowed thusly:
>
> >> <Snippage of very excellent writing>
> >> >
> >> >-----------------
> >> >
> >> >For every comment I write another chapter.
> >>
> >> I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
> >You
> >> should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
> >> intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I
> >love
> >> the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!!
(Now
> >> you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
> >
> >*comments* Wonderful! Purely wonderful! Now you have to write two more
> >chapters! And PS: 'He gave Llane a little shake, but the Norn was still
in
> >a world of his won.'? Might that be 'own'?
>
> ::shoots self in head::
> Yes, it's meant to be 'own'. Sorry, folks.
*grins* Glad to be of service!
Rupert Wanderer
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 13:06:26 +0000, the lone stranger known only as
> Linda <linda....@ntlworld.com> rode into alt.games.creatures and
> vowed thusly:
>
> >At some point Jon Reeves wrote:
> >
> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >
> >> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
> >> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
> >> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
> >
> >Mwuah, I like it :)
>
> :D
>
> >> <snip>
> >>
> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >
> >::comments::
> >Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
>
> Okay, okay. I'm writing, I'm writing...
Hooray!
emmel
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:40:38 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
> >> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
> >> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
> >> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
> >> armour-piercing rounds.
> >> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
> >
> >I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
>
> Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
> claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
Unfortunatly you forgot those in Port 5.
emmel
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 11:17:49 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >
> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> -----------------
> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >
> >Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
> >BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
>
> ::shoots self in head::
> Yes, you're right.
You now, that I'm bad in sugery, don't you?
::pulls bullet out of Jon's head::
OK, how do you feel? Now I'll close the wound and we hope for the best, all
right?
emmel
> >> >> >> Port 5 - Part 1
> >> >> >> -----------------
> >> >> >
> >> >> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's
> >> >> >head?
> >> >>
> >> >> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
> >> >
> >> >I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after all.
> >>
> >> Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
> >> you don't argue with the Empire.
> >
> >Note: Never become an embassador of the Empire. They don't care about
> >diplomatic imunity...
>
> Well, *of* the Empire is fine. *To* the Empire is different. If you're
> an Imperial ambassador you're perfectly safe.
Aren't all the others *part* of the Empire and therefore embassadors *of* the
Empire?
emmel
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:53:47 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >IFCP
>
> YAIS
!?
Your Ammonium Is Solid?
Jon Reeves
>"Jon Reeves" <j...@fullcircuit.com> wrote in message
>news:5e6g6uk0elucmrt23...@4ax.com...
>> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 08:46:30 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
>> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
>> and vowed thusly:
>>
>> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
>> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
>> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
>> >
>> >Oh, well. *shrugs*
>>
>> ::explodes::
>
>*looks at you strangely*
::melts::
Jon Reeves
>> >> <Snippage of very excellent writing>
>> >> >
>> >> >-----------------
>> >> >
>> >> >For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >>
>> >> I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
>> >You
>> >> should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
>> >> intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I
>> >love
>> >> the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!!
>(Now
>> >> you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
>> >
>> >*comments* Wonderful! Purely wonderful! Now you have to write two more
>> >chapters! And PS: 'He gave Llane a little shake, but the Norn was still
>in
>> >a world of his won.'? Might that be 'own'?
>>
>> ::shoots self in head::
>> Yes, it's meant to be 'own'. Sorry, folks.
>
>*grins* Glad to be of service!
Grrrr... I hardly think pointing flaws in my writing counts as
'helping'.
Jon Reeves
"Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
and vowed thusly:
>> >> Port 5 - Part 3
>> >
>> >> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
>> >> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
>> >> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
>> >
>> >Mwuah, I like it :)
>>
>> :D
>>
>> >> <snip>
>> >>
>> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >
>> >::comments::
>> >Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
>>
>> Okay, okay. I'm writing, I'm writing...
>
>Hooray!
Oh, shush you. With all this cheering and applause I can't
concentrate. Anyone would think I'm a popular writer.
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> Port 5 - Part 3
>> -----------------
>> For every comment I write another chapter.
>
>This is another comment.
Cheeky beggar, that doesn't count.
Jon Reeves
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> Port 5 - Part 3
>> -----------------
>> For every comment I write another chapter.
>
>This is a comment.
That's not a comment, that's a statement. It is separate to the
previous post in terms of content. To comment, emmel, you have to
*say* something about the story.
Jon Reeves
"Jeffrey Boydstun" <jeffrey....@starband.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
>"Jon Reeves" <j...@fullcircuit.com> wrote in message
>news:f1md6u0h7lnpj715t...@4ax.com...
>> Port 5 - Part 3
>
><Snippage of very excellent writing>
>>
>>-----------------
>>
>>For every comment I write another chapter.
>
>I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more! You
>should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
>intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I love
>the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!! (Now
>you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
Wheeee! I got another fanboy! ::dances::
Jon Reeves
><snippage of the (very) good stuff>
>
>
>> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
>I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
>anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
>much!!!!1111!!!!1!
Calm down, or you'll explode. All donations can be posted to the
following address...
>Wow... This is the first story by Jon I've commented on... Of course I've
>only posted here for about a week, but still... Keep up the good work!!!!!
>Did I mention that you're the best fanfic writer I've read? (Well, except
>for the Holodeck, and that's kind of a different kind of story...) So keep
>it up! I love the Midgard stories! In fact, write more!!! I love them
>all! (Yeah, I know, I'm gushing over them. But they're good!)
Wheee! :)
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> >> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well, absolutely
>> >> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit, at
>> >> the
>> >> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to Linda's
>> >> stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters something about
>> >> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful! Very
>> >> funny.
>> >
>> >Afraid of being assmilitated? Annoyed by endless space battles? Having a
>> >ALTAIR Platin credit card? Order one of our fleets now. Get rid of your
>> >enemies now! Good service at low costs. Order within 5 days and you get a
>> >free gift.
>> >Call FLEET-BE-MINE and order today.
>> >
>> >And don't even try to ignore the bill if you like your planet in one piece.
>>
>> Heheheheh :)
>
>Did you know that we can trace back telephone calls? I hope you don't try to
>offend us...
::hides under sofa::
Jon Reeves
>> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
>> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
>> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
>> >> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
>> >> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
>> >> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
>> >> armour-piercing rounds.
>> >> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
>> >
>> >I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
>>
>> Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
>> claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
>
>Unfortunatly you forgot those in Port 5.
Hmmm, I didn't forget. They just didn't take them. With the thousands
upon thousands of weapons to choose from, it's mostly aesthetic
choice.
Jon Reeves
Jon Reeves <j...@fullcircuit.com> rode into alt.games.creatures and
vowed thusly:
>><snippage of the (very) good stuff>
>>
>>
>>> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
>>I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
>>I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
>>anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
>>much!!!!1111!!!!1!
>
>Calm down, or you'll explode. All donations can be posted to the
>following address...
>
>>Wow... This is the first story by Jon I've commented on... Of course I've
>>only posted here for about a week, but still... Keep up the good work!!!!!
>>Did I mention that you're the best fanfic writer I've read? (Well, except
>>for the Holodeck, and that's kind of a different kind of story...) So keep
>>it up! I love the Midgard stories! In fact, write more!!! I love them
>>all! (Yeah, I know, I'm gushing over them. But they're good!)
>
>Wheee! :)
Oh, wait. I already replied to this post. D'oh!
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> >> Port 5 - Part 1
>> >> >> >> -----------------
>> >> >> >
>> >> >> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's
>> >> >> >head?
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
>> >> >
>> >> >I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after all.
>> >>
>> >> Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
>> >> you don't argue with the Empire.
>> >
>> >Note: Never become an embassador of the Empire. They don't care about
>> >diplomatic imunity...
>>
>> Well, *of* the Empire is fine. *To* the Empire is different. If you're
>> an Imperial ambassador you're perfectly safe.
>
>Aren't all the others *part* of the Empire and therefore ambassadors *of* the
>Empire?
Not exactly. When talking about ambassadors, if you're *from* the
Empire it means you represent the Jotun who are in charge. If you're
*to* the Empire it means you're an alien.
Jon Reeves
>Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>
>> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:53:47 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
>> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
>> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>>
>> >IFCP
>>
>> YAIS
>
>!?
>Your Ammonium Is Solid?
Your Acronym Is Stupid.
Jon Reeves
>> >> Port 5 - Part 3
>> >> -----------------
>> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >
>> >Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
>> >BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
>>
>> ::shoots self in head::
>> Yes, you're right.
>
>You now, that I'm bad in sugery, don't you?
>::pulls bullet out of Jon's head::
>OK, how do you feel? Now I'll close the wound and we hope for the best, all
>right?
V pna'g fcrnx gbb jryy, netyr.
emmel
j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 01:31:57 GMT, the lone stranger known only as
> "Jeffrey Boydstun" <jeffrey....@starband.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >
> >"Jon Reeves" <j...@fullcircuit.com> wrote in message
> >news:f1md6u0h7lnpj715t...@4ax.com...
> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >
> ><Snippage of very excellent writing>
> >>
> >>-----------------
> >>
> >>For every comment I write another chapter.
> >
> >I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
> >You
> >should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
> >intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I love
> >the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!! (Now
> >you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
>
> Wheeee! I got another fanboy! ::dances::
>
Don't dance. Write!
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:53:16 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >
> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> -----------------
> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >
> >This is another comment.
>
> Cheeky beggar, that doesn't count.
>
Hey, that's not fair.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:29:04 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
Sorry, forgot about that...
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:30:45 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
> and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> >
> >> >> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
> >> >> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
> >> >> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
> >> >
> >> >Mwuah, I like it :)
> >>
> >> :D
> >>
> >> >> <snip>
> >> >>
> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >
> >> >::comments::
> >> >Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
> >>
> >> Okay, okay. I'm writing, I'm writing...
> >
> >Hooray!
>
> Oh, shush you. With all this cheering and applause I can't
> concentrate. Anyone would think I'm a popular writer.
>
Well, you are.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:52:36 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >
> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> -----------------
> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >
> >This is a comment.
>
> That's not a comment, that's a statement. It is separate to the
> previous post in terms of content. To comment, emmel, you have to
> *say* something about the story.
>
I did.
This is a comment.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> Oh, wait. I already replied to this post. D'oh!
You shouldn't explode that much...
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 12:47:53 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
> >> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
> >> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
> >> >> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
> >> >> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
> >> >> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
> >> >> armour-piercing rounds.
> >> >> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
> >> >
> >> >I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
> >>
> >> Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
> >> claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
> >
> >Unfortunatly you forgot those in Port 5.
>
> Hmmm, I didn't forget. They just didn't take them. With the thousands
> upon thousands of weapons to choose from, it's mostly aesthetic
> choice.
Well, perhaps. But why can't the BORG adapt to Jotun Guns?
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> >> We are the Jon. Stories be good. Comments must be assimilated.
> >I agree!!11!11!!! ^^^^^^^^^^^^
> >I had already read part one at the AGC writer's guild, but I was waiting
> >anxiously for the second part. I was not disappointed. Thank you so
> >much!!!!1111!!!!1!
>
> Calm down, or you'll explode. All donations can be posted to the
> following address...
That should Swiss number-account: 234946579374115152435
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:27:26 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
> and vowed thusly:
>
> >"Jon Reeves" <j...@fullcircuit.com> wrote in message
> >news:5e6g6uk0elucmrt23...@4ax.com...
> >> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 08:46:30 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
> >> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
> >> and vowed thusly:
> >>
> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
> >> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
> >> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
> >> >
> >> >Oh, well. *shrugs*
> >>
> >> ::explodes::
> >
> >*looks at you strangely*
>
> ::melts::
>
Didn't you already do that?
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Sat, 9 Feb 2002 18:59:24 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >
> >> >> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well,
> >> >> absolutely
> >> >> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit,
> >> >> at the
> >> >> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to
> >> >> Linda's stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters
> >> >> something about
> >> >> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful!
> >> >> Very funny.
> >> >
> >> >Afraid of being assmilitated? Annoyed by endless space battles? Having a
> >> >ALTAIR Platin credit card? Order one of our fleets now. Get rid of your
> >> >enemies now! Good service at low costs. Order within 5 days and you get
> >> >a free gift.
> >> >Call FLEET-BE-MINE and order today.
> >> >
> >> >And don't even try to ignore the bill if you like your planet in one
> >> >piece.
> >>
> >> Heheheheh :)
> >
> >Did you know that we can trace back telephone calls? I hope you don't try
> >to offend us...
>
> ::hides under sofa::
You should hide on another *planet*!
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
>> >> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
>> >> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
>> >> >
>> >> >Oh, well. *shrugs*
>> >>
>> >> ::explodes::
>> >
>> >*looks at you strangely*
>>
>> ::melts::
>>
>Didn't you already do that?
::explodes::
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick is
>> >> >> the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have those
>> >> >> Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
>> >> >> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology, always
>> >> >> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
>> >> >> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
>> >> >> armour-piercing rounds.
>> >> >> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
>> >> >
>> >> >I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
>> >>
>> >> Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
>> >> claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
>> >
>> >Unfortunatly you forgot those in Port 5.
>>
>> Hmmm, I didn't forget. They just didn't take them. With the thousands
>> upon thousands of weapons to choose from, it's mostly aesthetic
>> choice.
>
>Well, perhaps. But why can't the BORG adapt to Jotun Guns?
They can adapt to *some*, but their shields are only useful against
energy weapons. Flamethrowers, shotguns and axes aren't energy
weapons.
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:56:14 +0000: Security violation in module
>j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
>following and was killed when the lab exploded:
>
>> Oh, wait. I already replied to this post. D'oh!
>
>You shouldn't explode that much...
::melts::
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well,
>> >> >> absolutely
>> >> >> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the bit,
>> >> >> at the
>> >> >> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to
>> >> >> Linda's stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters
>> >> >> something about
>> >> >> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis wonderful!
>> >> >> Very funny.
>> >> >
>> >> >Afraid of being assmilitated? Annoyed by endless space battles? Having a
>> >> >ALTAIR Platin credit card? Order one of our fleets now. Get rid of your
>> >> >enemies now! Good service at low costs. Order within 5 days and you get
>> >> >a free gift.
>> >> >Call FLEET-BE-MINE and order today.
>> >> >
>> >> >And don't even try to ignore the bill if you like your planet in one
>> >> >piece.
>> >>
>> >> Heheheheh :)
>> >
>> >Did you know that we can trace back telephone calls? I hope you don't try
>> >to offend us...
>>
>> ::hides under sofa::
>
>You should hide on another *planet*!
::explodes::
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
I was just being grouchy :)
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>> ><Snippage of very excellent writing>
>> >>
>> >>-----------------
>> >>
>> >>For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >
>> >I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
>> >You
>> >should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
>> >intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I love
>> >the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!! (Now
>> >you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
>>
>> Wheeee! I got another fanboy! ::dances::
>>
>Don't dance. Write!
No, *you* write!
Jon Reeves
>Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:40:25 +0000: Security violation in module
>j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
>following and was killed when the lab exploded:
>
>> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:52:36 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
>> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
>> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>>
>> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>> >
>> >> Port 5 - Part 3
>> >> -----------------
>> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >
>> >This is a comment.
>>
>> That's not a comment, that's a statement. It is separate to the
>> previous post in terms of content. To comment, emmel, you have to
>> *say* something about the story.
>>
>I did.
>This is a comment.
No, that is a statement.
Jon Reeves
>Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:40:24 +0000: Security violation in module
>j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
>following and was killed when the lab exploded:
>
>> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:53:16 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
>> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
>> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>>
>> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
>> >
>> >> Port 5 - Part 3
>> >> -----------------
>> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >
>> >This is another comment.
>>
>> Cheeky beggar, that doesn't count.
>>
>Hey, that's not fair.
It is.
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
>> >> >
>> >> >> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane miserably.
>> >> >> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
>> >> >> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
>> >> >
>> >> >Mwuah, I like it :)
>> >>
>> >> :D
>> >>
>> >> >> <snip>
>> >> >>
>> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >> >
>> >> >::comments::
>> >> >Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
>> >>
>> >> Okay, okay. I'm writing, I'm writing...
>> >
>> >Hooray!
>>
>> Oh, shush you. With all this cheering and applause I can't
>> concentrate. Anyone would think I'm a popular writer.
>>
>Well, you are.
My arse. I've got about... ::counts:: 10 fans. That's not even *cult*
status.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 12:20:37 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> >> -----------------
> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >
> >> >Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
> >> >BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
> >>
> >> ::shoots self in head::
> >> Yes, you're right.
> >
> >You now, that I'm bad in sugery, don't you?
> >::pulls bullet out of Jon's head::
> >OK, how do you feel? Now I'll close the wound and we hope for the best, all
> >right?
>
> V pna'g fcrnx gbb jryy, netyr.
>
My translation thingy seems to be broken...
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:50:59 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >
> >> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:53:47 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> >> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> >> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
> >>
> >> >IFCP
> >>
> >> YAIS
> >
> >!?
> >Your Ammonium Is Solid?
>
> Your Acronym Is Stupid.
>
You don't even know what it stands for.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 12:47:07 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> >> >> Port 5 - Part 1
> >> >> >> >> -----------------
> >> >> >> >
> >> >> >> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's
> >> >> >> >head?
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
> >> >> >
> >> >> >I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after
> >> >> >all.
> >> >>
> >> >> Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
> >> >> you don't argue with the Empire.
> >> >
> >> >Note: Never become an embassador of the Empire. They don't care about
> >> >diplomatic imunity...
> >>
> >> Well, *of* the Empire is fine. *To* the Empire is different. If you're
> >> an Imperial ambassador you're perfectly safe.
> >
> >Aren't all the others *part* of the Empire and therefore ambassadors *of*
> >the Empire?
>
> Not exactly. When talking about ambassadors, if you're *from* the
> Empire it means you represent the Jotun who are in charge. If you're
> *to* the Empire it means you're an alien.
>
Odd. Part of the empire but still nbot the empire...
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:25:29 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
IFCP
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:35:12 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
But I should have known better...
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 18:59:19 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick
> >> >> >> is the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have
> >> >> >> those Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
> >> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
> >> >> >> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology,
> >> >> >> always
> >> >> >> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
> >> >> >> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
> >> >> >> armour-piercing rounds.
> >> >> >> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
> >> >> >
> >> >> >I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
> >> >>
> >> >> Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
> >> >> claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
> >> >
> >> >Unfortunatly you forgot those in Port 5.
> >>
> >> Hmmm, I didn't forget. They just didn't take them. With the thousands
> >> upon thousands of weapons to choose from, it's mostly aesthetic
> >> choice.
> >
> >Well, perhaps. But why can't the BORG adapt to Jotun Guns?
>
> They can adapt to *some*, but their shields are only useful against
> energy weapons. Flamethrowers, shotguns and axes aren't energy
> weapons.
>
What the hell were the Jotuns shooting with?
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:34:35 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> >> >
> >> >> >> "I... can't... Resistance... is futile," mumbled Llane
> >> >> >> miserably.
> >> >> >> Thjoran bellowed with rage, a wordless war cry.
> >> >> >> "I am Jotun! Resistance is fatal!"
> >> >> >
> >> >> >Mwuah, I like it :)
> >> >>
> >> >> :D
> >> >>
> >> >> >> <snip>
> >> >> >>
> >> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >> >
> >> >> >::comments::
> >> >> >Great (again). Smooth writing, very amusing, write more now :)
> >> >>
> >> >> Okay, okay. I'm writing, I'm writing...
> >> >
> >> >Hooray!
> >>
> >> Oh, shush you. With all this cheering and applause I can't
> >> concentrate. Anyone would think I'm a popular writer.
> >>
> >Well, you are.
>
> My arse. I've got about... ::counts:: 10 fans. That's not even *cult*
> status.
>
Should have tried to become a god. Gods require only 1 believer.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:31:14 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:40:24 +0000: Security violation in module
> >j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
> >following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> >
> >> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:53:16 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> >> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> >> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
> >>
> >> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >> >
> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> >> -----------------
> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >
> >> >This is another comment.
> >>
> >> Cheeky beggar, that doesn't count.
> >>
> >Hey, that's not fair.
>
> It is.
>
Why not?
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:30:28 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> ><Snippage of very excellent writing>
> >> >>
> >> >>-----------------
> >> >>
> >> >>For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >
> >> >I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
> >> >You
> >> >should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
> >> >intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I
> >> >love
> >> >the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!!
> >> >(Now you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
> >>
> >> Wheeee! I got another fanboy! ::dances::
> >>
> >Don't dance. Write!
>
> No, *you* write!
>
All right, all right...
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:35:30 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick
> >> >> >> is the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have
> >> >> >> those Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
> >> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
> >> >> >
> >> >> >Oh, well. *shrugs*
> >> >>
> >> >> ::explodes::
> >> >
> >> >*looks at you strangely*
> >>
> >> ::melts::
> >>
> >Didn't you already do that?
>
> ::explodes::
>
IFCP
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:30:54 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:40:25 +0000: Security violation in module
> >j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
> >following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> >
> >> On Mon, 11 Feb 2002 10:52:36 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> >> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> >> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
> >>
> >> >Jon Reeves posted that message and I just couldn't resist to answer:
> >> >
> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> >> >> -----------------
> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >
> >> >This is a comment.
> >>
> >> That's not a comment, that's a statement. It is separate to the
> >> previous post in terms of content. To comment, emmel, you have to
> >> *say* something about the story.
> >>
> >I did.
> >This is a comment.
>
> No, that is a statement.
>
A stating comment.
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 19:27:32 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>
> >Tue, 12 Feb 2002 17:56:14 +0000: Security violation in module
> >j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
> >following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> >
> >> Oh, wait. I already replied to this post. D'oh!
> >
> >You shouldn't explode that much...
>
> ::melts::
>
IFCP
Linda
Okay, who left bloat under the sofa?
Linda
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Linda
> On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 11:29:04 -0000, the lone stranger known only as
> "Rupert Wanderer" <wand...@beeb.net> rode into alt.games.creatures
> and vowed thusly:
>
> >> >> <Snippage of very excellent writing>
> >> >> >
> >> >> >-----------------
> >> >> >
> >> >> >For every comment I write another chapter.
> >> >>
> >> >> I'm commenting, I'm commenting! It's lovely! Write more! Write more!
> >> >You
> >> >> should try to publish these. I'd buy one! It reminds me at various
> >> >> intervals of Star Trek, Babylon 5, Star Wars, etc. It's very good. I
> >> >love
> >> >> the diplomatic sessions in part 2. I love this story! WRITE MORE!!
> >(Now
> >> >> you have to write another chapter <eg> :-))
> >> >
> >> >*comments* Wonderful! Purely wonderful! Now you have to write two more
> >> >chapters! And PS: 'He gave Llane a little shake, but the Norn was still
> >in
> >> >a world of his won.'? Might that be 'own'?
> >>
> >> ::shoots self in head::
> >> Yes, it's meant to be 'own'. Sorry, folks.
> >
> >*grins* Glad to be of service!
>
> Grrrr... I hardly think pointing flaws in my writing counts as
> 'helping'.
>
You should meet my brother:
"You've used the word 'the' twice in the same paragraph...They said that
before...Let go of my arm..."
Grr, it's useful (for grammar errors that word decides it can't be bothered with)
but damn annyoing at times...
::rolls eyes::
Younger brothers...
Linda
> Tue, 12 Feb 2002 18:03:04 +0000: Security violation in module
> j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
> following and was killed when the lab exploded:
>
> > On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 12:20:37 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> > emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> > alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
> >
> > >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> > >> >> -----------------
> > >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> > >> >
> > >> >Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
> > >> >BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
> > >>
> > >> ::shoots self in head::
> > >> Yes, you're right.
> > >
> > >You now, that I'm bad in sugery, don't you?
> > >::pulls bullet out of Jon's head::
> > >OK, how do you feel? Now I'll close the wound and we hope for the best, all
> > >right?
> >
> > V pna'g fcrnx gbb jryy, netyr.
> >
> My translation thingy seems to be broken...
Nah, you just left a crayon in that head wound. It'll probably dislodge the next
time he melts... :)
emmel
linda....@ntlworld.com. Instead of running away Linda had to claim the
> > >> >> >> *comments, himself* That was..... The main part was, well,
> > >> >> >> absolutely
> > >> >> >> /wonderful/! The only bit which I didn't like that much was the
> > >> >> >> bit, at the
> > >> >> >> end, with the Borg. As you'll know if you've read my replies to
> > >> >> >> Linda's stories, I.... Well.... Don't like the Borg.... *mutters
> > >> >> >> something about
> > >> >> >> assimilation into horror stories* Apart from that, 'tis
> > >> >> >> wonderful! Very funny.
> > >> >> >
> > >> >> >Afraid of being assmilitated? Annoyed by endless space battles?
> > >> >> >Having a ALTAIR Platin credit card? Order one of our fleets now.
> > >> >> >Get rid of your enemies now! Good service at low costs. Order
> > >> >> >within 5 days and you get a free gift.
> > >> >> >Call FLEET-BE-MINE and order today.
> > >> >> >
> > >> >> >And don't even try to ignore the bill if you like your planet in
> > >> >> >one piece.
> > >> >>
> > >> >> Heheheheh :)
> > >> >
> > >> >Did you know that we can trace back telephone calls? I hope you don't
> > >> >try to offend us...
> > >>
> > >> ::hides under sofa::
> > >
> > >You should hide on another *planet*!
> >
> > ::explodes::
>
> Okay, who left bloat under the sofa?
Uhm, nobody...
::whistles::
emmel
linda....@ntlworld.com. Instead of running away Linda had to claim the
> At some point emmel wrote:
>
> > Tue, 12 Feb 2002 18:03:04 +0000: Security violation in module
> > j...@fullcircuit.com. Instead of running away Jon Reeves had to claim the
> > following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> >
> > > On Tue, 12 Feb 2002 12:20:37 +0100, the lone stranger known only as
> > > emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
> > > alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
> > >
> > > >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
> > > >> >> -----------------
> > > >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
> > > >> >
> > > >> >Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
> > > >> >BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
> > > >>
> > > >> ::shoots self in head::
> > > >> Yes, you're right.
> > > >
> > > >You now, that I'm bad in sugery, don't you?
> > > >::pulls bullet out of Jon's head::
> > > >OK, how do you feel? Now I'll close the wound and we hope for the best,
> > > >all right?
> > >
> > > V pna'g fcrnx gbb jryy, netyr.
> > >
> > My translation thingy seems to be broken...
>
> Nah, you just left a crayon in that head wound. It'll probably dislodge the
> next time he melts... :)
I won't wait.
::takes chain saw::
emmel
following and was killed when the lab exploded:
> At some point Jon Reeves wrote:
Well, I'm a younger brother in fact...
Rupert Wanderer
news:3C69937A...@ntlworld.com...
....Your brother sounds interesting!
--
Rupert Wanderer
-=(UDIC)=- (Refractor Dragon)
User of 'Thingamajig!'.
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> >> >> Port 5 - Part 1
>> >> >> >> >> -----------------
>> >> >> >> >
>> >> >> >> >Great. BTW did I get it right that Odin removed that ambassador's
>> >> >> >> >head?
>> >> >> >>
>> >> >> >> Yes. To simplify: Robot + alien = alien - head
>> >> >> >
>> >> >> >I wonder how his people reacted. I mean he was an embassador after
>> >> >> >all.
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Who cares how they reacted? Not only was he committing a crime, but
>> >> >> you don't argue with the Empire.
>> >> >
>> >> >Note: Never become an embassador of the Empire. They don't care about
>> >> >diplomatic imunity...
>> >>
>> >> Well, *of* the Empire is fine. *To* the Empire is different. If you're
>> >> an Imperial ambassador you're perfectly safe.
>> >
>> >Aren't all the others *part* of the Empire and therefore ambassadors *of*
>> >the Empire?
>>
>> Not exactly. When talking about ambassadors, if you're *from* the
>> Empire it means you represent the Jotun who are in charge. If you're
>> *to* the Empire it means you're an alien.
>>
>Odd. Part of the empire but still not the empire...
They are *members* of the Empire, but not part of the ruling class, ie
Jotun or robots.
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> >> Naaah, the Borg are generally more trouble than that. But the trick
>> >> >> >> is the different outlook of the Norns and the Jotun. The Norns have
>> >> >> >> those Star-Trek-esque phasers, and the Borg *always* adapt to their
>> >> >> >> frequency so they don't get shot.
>> >> >> >> The Jotun, as well as having much more advanced technology,
>> >> >> >> always
>> >> >> >> *refine* their old stuff. The energy shields of a Borg Norn drone
>> >> >> >> don't protect well against a battleaxe or a chaingun with
>> >> >> >> armour-piercing rounds.
>> >> >> >> Borg adapt fast, but not *that* fast.
>> >> >> >
>> >> >> >I always liked the batlle axes. <g>
>> >> >>
>> >> >> Battleaxes are the weapons of choice, but there are also crossbows,
>> >> >> claymores and spears. All perfected with advanced technology.
>> >> >
>> >> >Unfortunatly you forgot those in Port 5.
>> >>
>> >> Hmmm, I didn't forget. They just didn't take them. With the thousands
>> >> upon thousands of weapons to choose from, it's mostly aesthetic
>> >> choice.
>> >
>> >Well, perhaps. But why can't the BORG adapt to Jotun Guns?
>>
>> They can adapt to *some*, but their shields are only useful against
>> energy weapons. Flamethrowers, shotguns and axes aren't energy
>> weapons.
>>
>What the hell were the Jotuns shooting with?
Projectile weaponry, grenades, graviton weaponry, force projectors...
Those work well against the Borg Norns.
Jon Reeves
>> >> >IFCP
>> >>
>> >> YAIS
>> >
>> >!?
>> >Your Ammonium Is Solid?
>>
>> Your Acronym Is Stupid.
>>
>You don't even know what it stands for.
No, that's TISYA. Or something.
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> Port 5 - Part 3
>> >> >> -----------------
>> >> >> For every comment I write another chapter.
>> >> >
>> >> >Great but it was missing battleaxes, swords, ...
>> >> >BTW you wrote floor instead of room. Line 104.
>> >>
>> >> ::shoots self in head::
>> >> Yes, you're right.
>> >
>> >You now, that I'm bad in sugery, don't you?
>> >::pulls bullet out of Jon's head::
>> >OK, how do you feel? Now I'll close the wound and we hope for the best, all
>> >right?
>>
>> I can't speak too well, argle.
>>
>My translation thingy seems to be broken...
Use ROT13 :o)
Jon Reeves
>> >> >> ::shoots self in head::
>> >> >> Yes, it's meant to be 'own'. Sorry, folks.
>> >> >
>> >> >*grins* Glad to be of service!
>> >>
>> >> Grrrr... I hardly think pointing flaws in my writing counts as
>> >> 'helping'.
>> >>
>> >Sorry, forgot about that...
>>
>> I was just being grouchy :)
>>
>But I should have known better...
Should you?
Jon Reeves
emmel <the_emmel*you-know-what-that's-for*@gmx.net> rode into
alt.games.creatures and vowed thusly:
>> > >> ::shoots self in head::
>> > >> Yes, it's meant to be 'own'. Sorry, folks.
>> > >
>> > >*grins* Glad to be of service!
>> >
>> > Grrrr... I hardly think pointing flaws in my writing counts as
>> > 'helping'.
>> >
>>
>> You should meet my brother:
>> "You've used the word 'the' twice in the same paragraph...They said that
>> before...Let go of my arm..."
>> Grr, it's useful (for grammar errors that word decides it can't be bothered
>> with) but damn annyoing at times...
>> ::rolls eyes::
>> Younger brothers...
>
>Well, I'm a younger brother in fact...
Me too. But I'm also and older brother.