BADGER MARK II |
DRAT. THEN I REMEMBERED THE FLUX COILS IN THE BADGER'S THRUSTERS WERE FAULTY AND DID IN FACT ACT AS A SUB-VELOCITY TIME MACHINE (OF SORTS). I QUICKLY ENGAGED MY WARP DRIVE AND SET WARP SPEED TO 88 MPH. AT THIS EXACT POINT IN TIME THE SHIPS ON BOARD RADIO SYSTEMS SPRANG INTO LIFE AND GLORIOUS MUSIC FROM THE PAST SPURTED OUT OF THE SPEAKERS.
WARP DRIVE ACTIVE |
THE CREW BEGAN TO WHOOP AND SING AS WE EMERGED FROM OUR WARP BACK IN TIME AT THE PREVIOUS BELT - RIGHT ON TOP OF THE PESKY RIFTER.
MARCONI PLAYS THE MAMBA
LISTEN TO THE RADIO
DON'T YOU REMEMBER?
WHAT FOLLOWED WAS SPECIAL, GROOVY, MAGICAL. WEBBED AND NEUTED AND A LITTLE TECH ONE BLASTER PLINKING AWAY AT THE IMMOBILIZED RIFTER - LOCAL CHAT SPRANG INTO LIFE.
Nigel VII > he's attacked
NOW THERE'S JUST ME AND THIS DUDE IN HERE, SO I SCRATCH MY HEAD AND CARRY ON WITH THE TASK IN HAND. YOU TALKING TO ME HUH? I REMAIN SILENT.
Nigel VII > you got web or scram?
BOTH |
Nigel VII > shit, myu cap is done
THE CAPACITOR IS EMPTY |
Nigel VII > he's got me webbed, crap he's hurting me
INSERT SHRIEKING ALARM NOISES HERE |
Nigel VII > i'm trapped
HALP ME |
I'M LOVING THIS, I'M LOLING TO MYSELF AND MY CREW IS RUNNING AROUND THE BRIDGE LIKE DEMONIC PRIMATES.
LEFT WAIST GUNNER |
Nigel VII > don't think he was mining
YOU DON'T SAY |
Firelight Morgenstern > gfgf
NOT THE BEST LOOKING RIFTER PUNK BUT COME ON. IT'S A BADGER.
fIRE.