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SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

SRoss wrote:Prof. Lang studied the phenomenon that had appeared during the last fold. It looked like shards of broken glass swirling in light.

Lang: "Fascinating! I must study this fur... GWAAAAA!!!

Suddenly the Gorgonopsia that just came through leaped at him.

Don't know what that is.

It refers to the Primeval TV series.

These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as[i] Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

taalismn wrote:These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

Yeah, I can't wait for Primeval: New World and the Primeval rpg.

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

Yeah, I can't wait for Primeval: New World and the Primeval rpg.

But they STILL don't show any genre savvy!!! THe first time reset, they get a big new office complex, but they still don't have their wits about them! They go into the shopping mall, four people, only TWO guns, no body armor, no external backup, and they separate into two groups, but then one of the pairs separates AGAIN!!! Which means one of 'em's monster bait!!! Really, is that any way to run a fate-of-the-world, or at least -London, scientific investigation/intervention group?

taalismn wrote:These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as[i] Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

I don't know about PBS in your area, but in mine they are still playing Doctor Who on late night Sat. They have been for years (Chris Ecl. to present AFAIK), though it does get pre-empted for pledge drive (what doesn't) or other events on occassion for a stretch.

ShadowLogan wrote:

taalismn wrote:These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as[i] Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

I don't know about PBS in your area, but in mine they are still playing Doctor Who on late night Sat. They have been for years (Chris Ecl. to present AFAIK), though it does get pre-empted for pledge drive (what doesn't) or other events on occassion for a stretch.

Which Doctor are they up to?

taalismn wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:[Things I learned from that: NEVER use London indoor swimming pools alone after closing hours.

How bad?

As in 'high-dive down the throat of a giant predatory aquatic dinosaur that wasn't there a moment ago' bad.[/quote]

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

Yeah, I can't wait for Primeval: New World and the Primeval rpg.

But they STILL don't show any genre savvy!!! THe first time reset, they get a big new office complex, but they still don't have their wits about them! They go into the shopping mall, four people, only TWO guns, no body armor, no external backup, and they separate into two groups, but then one of the pairs separates AGAIN!!! Which means one of 'em's monster bait!!! Really, is that any way to run a fate-of-the-world, or at least -London, scientific investigation/intervention group?

Either they need a better writter or those people are just dume.

“Lisa Hayes.”
“...zzzz....”
“Lisa Hayes, Daughter of Alexa Hayes and Donald Hayes.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes, Commander of the United Earth Defense Forces, Second Officer of the Super Dimensional Fortress One.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes...WAKE UP!!!!!!!"
“I’M UP! I’M UP!!!! WHAT’S THE SITUATION! ALL HANDS TO ACTIONS STATIONS!!!”
”Good! I have your attention.”
“...huh? No red alert?...”
“No, I’m sorry. Necessary Urgency to get you up.”
“..I'm going back to sleep.”
“No you’re not. I forbid it.”
“...who are you and what are you doing in my room?...”
“I’m not actually in your room, I’m in your mind, and it’s because I CAN’T come into your room, or manifest physically that I’ve come to speak to you about.”
“...In my my mind? You’re in my mind? I was interrupted from sleep in MY MIND? Who are you again?”
”I’m a GODDESS.”
“Oh, that makes so much more sense.”
“I’m here because it has been decided that events in your worldline, both that which has happened and which WILL happen merit Divine Intervention. As none of my usual Champions exist in your universe, I have chosen YOU to be my avatar, as you exhibit the qualities most akin my own, and as such are best suited to receive my Blessing.”
“What qualities?”
“You are intelligent, you are brave, you are selfless, you are the product of a martial household and upbringing, you are a leader... and you are female. That qualifies you to be my Champion.”
“...and what does that entail?”
“You will be my avatar, to do great deeds in my stead. You will be my Champion, to fight for Order and Good against the forces of Darkness that seek to overwhelm your world and people!”
“....so you’ll giving me a mission from a goddess to fight evil in the world?”
“That is correct. You will embody all that is good in my Heavenly Mandate, Lisa Hayes.”
“....I’ve got a voice in my head telling me I’ve been chosen for a mission for God...”
“Godddess.”
“... yep, I’ve gone off the deep end...”
“Do not doubt me, Lisa Hayes! My Blessing will empower you!”
“...right.”
“You still doubt? Very well, you shall see my power for yourself when you awake and find my Gifts to you! Try to disbelieve THEN!!”
::::::::::::::
“Max.”
“Rick.”
“Seen Lisa?”
“No.”
”She’s late-”
(CRASH)
The two pilots turn to the door...and stare...
“Lisa?”
Brown hair, check.
Serious expression, check.
Authorative stride. Also check.
Gold and ruby tiara, skintight red, blue, and gold bustier and shorts, red boots and gold arm bracers,....brain-check into the boards.
“You see it too? The outfit?”
Silent nods.
“Damn! I was hoping this was part of a dream! This stuff won’t come off!”
Eyebrows rise.
“Crazy goddess, making me her Champion! What am I going to do with a Lariat of Truth?!”
Gesture with one hand at the coil of golden cord belted to one hip.
More staring.
“You guys going to say something?”
Negative nods.
“Some help you are! How am I going to explain this to the Captain!?”
Whirl on one heel and a stride out, muttering all the way...
“Crazy Greek Goddess! Nobody ever said anything about Athena having a mean sense of humor...!”
Muttering echoes down the halls.
Long moment of silence.
“Rick?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thought so.”

Meanwhile, down in the hangar bays aboard the Prometheus, a flight technician brained himself walking into an seemingly empty stretch of deck.

taalismn wrote:

ShadowLogan wrote:

taalismn wrote:These days it's airing on PBS in the United States...just as[i] Doctor Who was a decade or so ago.

I don't know about PBS in your area, but in mine they are still playing Doctor Who on late night Sat. They have been for years (Chris Ecl. to present AFAIK), though it does get pre-empted for pledge drive (what doesn't) or other events on occassion for a stretch.

Which Doctor are they up to?

I think I should clarify. They haven't been playing them all in aloop, but they have had Doctor Who on regularly since picking up w/the start of Chris as the Doctor years ago (don't recall how they overlapped with Sci-Fi's broadcast). Lately it looks like they are only doing the Tenant/Smith season. They haven't acquired the next Smith season as far as I've seen.

The next episode on Sat. Night is Amy & The Doctor visit Churchill during WW2.

Lisa storms onto the Bridge.
"Captain, I-" Sge stops dead.
There at her station, Claudia's standing...also wearing a red, blue, and gold outfit.
Claudia: "Lisa? You too?"
Lisa: "I'm wondering if I really AM dreaming."
Vanessa: "Oh, you're awake all right. Or this is a REALLY bad dream."
Lisa turns around. Yep, all the bridge bunnies are wearing red, gold, and blue bustiers, hotpants, boots and tiaras.
"Athena must have figured on hedging her bets, or she's got a really WICKED sense of humor..."
Then Lisa gets a horrible thought...
"Oh please, don't let it be..."
She turns to the other side of the bridge.
Captain Gloval's sitting in his chair, wearing a skintight purple outfit with hood, black boots, gunbelt, and a black mask with white eyes. He has a skull ring on one hand.
Gloval: "What is this, a ship of Amazons?"

taalismn wrote:“Lisa Hayes.”
“...zzzz....”
“Lisa Hayes, Daughter of Alexa Hayes and Donald Hayes.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes, Commander of the United Earth Defense Forces, Second Officer of the Super Dimensional Fortress One.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes...WAKE UP!!!!!!!"
“I’M UP! I’M UP!!!! WHAT’S THE SITUATION! ALL HANDS TO ACTIONS STATIONS!!!”
”Good! I have your attention.”
“...huh? No red alert?...”
“No, I’m sorry. Necessary Urgency to get you up.”
“..I'm going back to sleep.”
“No you’re not. I forbid it.”
“...who are you and what are you doing in my room?...”
“I’m not actually in your room, I’m in your mind, and it’s because I CAN’T come into your room, or manifest physically that I’ve come to speak to you about.”
“...In my my mind? You’re in my mind? I was interrupted from sleep in MY MIND? Who are you again?”
”I’m a GODDESS.”
“Oh, that makes so much more sense.”
“I’m here because it has been decided that events in your worldline, both that which has happened and which WILL happen merit Divine Intervention. As none of my usual Champions exist in your universe, I have chosen YOU to be my avatar, as you exhibit the qualities most akin my own, and as such are best suited to receive my Blessing.”
“What qualities?”
“You are intelligent, you are brave, you are selfless, you are the product of a martial household and upbringing, you are a leader... and you are female. That qualifies you to be my Champion.”
“...and what does that entail?”
“You will be my avatar, to do great deeds in my stead. You will be my Champion, to fight for Order and Good against the forces of Darkness that seek to overwhelm your world and people!”
“....so you’ll giving me a mission from a goddess to fight evil in the world?”
“That is correct. You will embody all that is good in my Heavenly Mandate, Lisa Hayes.”
“....I’ve got a voice in my head telling me I’ve been chosen for a mission for God...”
“Godddess.”
“... yep, I’ve gone off the deep end...”
“Do not doubt me, Lisa Hayes! My Blessing will empower you!”
“...right.”
“You still doubt? Very well, you shall see my power for yourself when you awake and find my Gifts to you! Try to disbelieve THEN!!”
::::::::::::::
“Max.”
“Rick.”
“Seen Lisa?”
“No.”
”She’s late-”
(CRASH)
The two pilots turn to the door...and stare...
“Lisa?”
Brown hair, check.
Serious expression, check.
Authorative stride. Also check.
Gold and ruby tiara, skintight red, blue, and gold bustier and shorts, red boots and gold arm bracers,....brain-check into the boards.
“You see it too? The outfit?”
Silent nods.
“Damn! I was hoping this was part of a dream! This stuff won’t come off!”
Eyebrows rise.
“Crazy goddess, making me her Champion! What am I going to do with a Lariat of Truth?!”
Gesture with one hand at the coil of golden cord belted to one hip.
More staring.
“You guys going to say something?”
Negative nods.
“Some help you are! How am I going to explain this to the Captain!?”
Whirl on one heel and a stride out, muttering all the way...
“Crazy Greek Goddess! Nobody ever said anything about Athena having a mean sense of humor...!”
Muttering echoes down the halls.
Long moment of silence.
“Rick?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thought so.”

Meanwhile, down in the hangar bays aboard the Prometheus, a flight technician brained himself walking into an seemingly empty stretch of deck.

Frankly I always preferred the original outfit...

taalismn wrote:Lisa storms onto the Bridge.
"Captain, I-" Sge stops dead.
There at her station, Claudia's standing...also wearing a red, blue, and gold outfit.
Claudia: "Lisa? You too?"
Lisa: "I'm wondering if I really AM dreaming."
Vanessa: "Oh, you're awake all right. Or this is a REALLY bad dream."
Lisa turns around. Yep, all the bridge bunnies are wearing red, gold, and blue bustiers, hotpants, boots and tiaras.
"Athena must have figured on hedging her bets, or she's got a really WICKED sense of humor..."
Then Lisa gets a horrible thought...
"Oh please, don't let it be..."
She turns to the other side of the bridge.
Captain Gloval's sitting in his chair, wearing a skintight purple outfit with hood, black boots, gunbelt, and a black mask with white eyes. He has a skull ring on one hand.
Gloval: "What is this, a ship of Amazons?"

And the WICKED award goes to...

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Lisa storms onto the Bridge.
"Captain, I-" Sge stops dead.
There at her station, Claudia's standing...also wearing a red, blue, and gold outfit.
Claudia: "Lisa? You too?"
Lisa: "I'm wondering if I really AM dreaming."
Vanessa: "Oh, you're awake all right. Or this is a REALLY bad dream."
Lisa turns around. Yep, all the bridge bunnies are wearing red, gold, and blue bustiers, hotpants, boots and tiaras.
"Athena must have figured on hedging her bets, or she's got a really WICKED sense of humor..."
Then Lisa gets a horrible thought...
"Oh please, don't let it be..."
She turns to the other side of the bridge.
Captain Gloval's sitting in his chair, wearing a skintight purple outfit with hood, black boots, gunbelt, and a black mask with white eyes. He has a skull ring on one hand.
Gloval: "What is this, a ship of Amazons?"

And the WICKED award goes to...

Thank you. I had fun with that one, both the set up and the line, since it FIT.

Henri Gloval, The Ghost Who Walks.

taalismn wrote:“Lisa Hayes.”
“...zzzz....”
“Lisa Hayes, Daughter of Alexa Hayes and Donald Hayes.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes, Commander of the United Earth Defense Forces, Second Officer of the Super Dimensional Fortress One.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes...WAKE UP!!!!!!!"
“I’M UP! I’M UP!!!! WHAT’S THE SITUATION! ALL HANDS TO ACTIONS STATIONS!!!”
”Good! I have your attention.”
“...huh? No red alert?...”
“No, I’m sorry. Necessary Urgency to get you up.”
“..I'm going back to sleep.”
“No you’re not. I forbid it.”
“...who are you and what are you doing in my room?...”
“I’m not actually in your room, I’m in your mind, and it’s because I CAN’T come into your room, or manifest physically that I’ve come to speak to you about.”
“...In my my mind? You’re in my mind? I was interrupted from sleep in MY MIND? Who are you again?”
”I’m a GODDESS.”
“Oh, that makes so much more sense.”
“I’m here because it has been decided that events in your worldline, both that which has happened and which WILL happen merit Divine Intervention. As none of my usual Champions exist in your universe, I have chosen YOU to be my avatar, as you exhibit the qualities most akin my own, and as such are best suited to receive my Blessing.”
“What qualities?”
“You are intelligent, you are brave, you are selfless, you are the product of a martial household and upbringing, you are a leader... and you are female. That qualifies you to be my Champion.”
“...and what does that entail?”
“You will be my avatar, to do great deeds in my stead. You will be my Champion, to fight for Order and Good against the forces of Darkness that seek to overwhelm your world and people!”
“....so you’ll giving me a mission from a goddess to fight evil in the world?”
“That is correct. You will embody all that is good in my Heavenly Mandate, Lisa Hayes.”
“....I’ve got a voice in my head telling me I’ve been chosen for a mission for God...”
“Godddess.”
“... yep, I’ve gone off the deep end...”
“Do not doubt me, Lisa Hayes! My Blessing will empower you!”
“...right.”
“You still doubt? Very well, you shall see my power for yourself when you awake and find my Gifts to you! Try to disbelieve THEN!!”
::::::::::::::
“Max.”
“Rick.”
“Seen Lisa?”
“No.”
”She’s late-”
(CRASH)
The two pilots turn to the door...and stare...
“Lisa?”
Brown hair, check.
Serious expression, check.
Authorative stride. Also check.
Gold and ruby tiara, skintight red, blue, and gold bustier and shorts, red boots and gold arm bracers,....brain-check into the boards.
“You see it too? The outfit?”
Silent nods.
“Damn! I was hoping this was part of a dream! This stuff won’t come off!”
Eyebrows rise.
“Crazy goddess, making me her Champion! What am I going to do with a Lariat of Truth?!”
Gesture with one hand at the coil of golden cord belted to one hip.
More staring.
“You guys going to say something?”
Negative nods.
“Some help you are! How am I going to explain this to the Captain!?”
Whirl on one heel and a stride out, muttering all the way...
“Crazy Greek Goddess! Nobody ever said anything about Athena having a mean sense of humor...!”
Muttering echoes down the halls.
Long moment of silence.
“Rick?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thought so.”

Meanwhile, down in the hangar bays aboard the Prometheus, a flight technician brained himself walking into an seemingly empty stretch of deck.

taalismn wrote:Lisa storms onto the Bridge.
"Captain, I-" Sge stops dead.
There at her station, Claudia's standing...also wearing a red, blue, and gold outfit.
Claudia: "Lisa? You too?"
Lisa: "I'm wondering if I really AM dreaming."
Vanessa: "Oh, you're awake all right. Or this is a REALLY bad dream."
Lisa turns around. Yep, all the bridge bunnies are wearing red, gold, and blue bustiers, hotpants, boots and tiaras.
"Athena must have figured on hedging her bets, or she's got a really WICKED sense of humor..."
Then Lisa gets a horrible thought...
"Oh please, don't let it be..."
She turns to the other side of the bridge.
Captain Gloval's sitting in his chair, wearing a skintight purple outfit with hood, black boots, gunbelt, and a black mask with white eyes. He has a skull ring on one hand.
Gloval: "What is this, a ship of Amazons?"

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:“Lisa Hayes.”
“...zzzz....”
“Lisa Hayes, Daughter of Alexa Hayes and Donald Hayes.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes, Commander of the United Earth Defense Forces, Second Officer of the Super Dimensional Fortress One.”
“...zzzz...”
“Lisa Hayes...WAKE UP!!!!!!!"
“I’M UP! I’M UP!!!! WHAT’S THE SITUATION! ALL HANDS TO ACTIONS STATIONS!!!”
”Good! I have your attention.”
“...huh? No red alert?...”
“No, I’m sorry. Necessary Urgency to get you up.”
“..I'm going back to sleep.”
“No you’re not. I forbid it.”
“...who are you and what are you doing in my room?...”
“I’m not actually in your room, I’m in your mind, and it’s because I CAN’T come into your room, or manifest physically that I’ve come to speak to you about.”
“...In my my mind? You’re in my mind? I was interrupted from sleep in MY MIND? Who are you again?”
”I’m a GODDESS.”
“Oh, that makes so much more sense.”
“I’m here because it has been decided that events in your worldline, both that which has happened and which WILL happen merit Divine Intervention. As none of my usual Champions exist in your universe, I have chosen YOU to be my avatar, as you exhibit the qualities most akin my own, and as such are best suited to receive my Blessing.”
“What qualities?”
“You are intelligent, you are brave, you are selfless, you are the product of a martial household and upbringing, you are a leader... and you are female. That qualifies you to be my Champion.”
“...and what does that entail?”
“You will be my avatar, to do great deeds in my stead. You will be my Champion, to fight for Order and Good against the forces of Darkness that seek to overwhelm your world and people!”
“....so you’ll giving me a mission from a goddess to fight evil in the world?”
“That is correct. You will embody all that is good in my Heavenly Mandate, Lisa Hayes.”
“....I’ve got a voice in my head telling me I’ve been chosen for a mission for God...”
“Godddess.”
“... yep, I’ve gone off the deep end...”
“Do not doubt me, Lisa Hayes! My Blessing will empower you!”
“...right.”
“You still doubt? Very well, you shall see my power for yourself when you awake and find my Gifts to you! Try to disbelieve THEN!!”
::::::::::::::
“Max.”
“Rick.”
“Seen Lisa?”
“No.”
”She’s late-”
(CRASH)
The two pilots turn to the door...and stare...
“Lisa?”
Brown hair, check.
Serious expression, check.
Authorative stride. Also check.
Gold and ruby tiara, skintight red, blue, and gold bustier and shorts, red boots and gold arm bracers,....brain-check into the boards.
“You see it too? The outfit?”
Silent nods.
“Damn! I was hoping this was part of a dream! This stuff won’t come off!”
Eyebrows rise.
“Crazy goddess, making me her Champion! What am I going to do with a Lariat of Truth?!”
Gesture with one hand at the coil of golden cord belted to one hip.
More staring.
“You guys going to say something?”
Negative nods.
“Some help you are! How am I going to explain this to the Captain!?”
Whirl on one heel and a stride out, muttering all the way...
“Crazy Greek Goddess! Nobody ever said anything about Athena having a mean sense of humor...!”
Muttering echoes down the halls.
Long moment of silence.
“Rick?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Thought so.”

Meanwhile, down in the hangar bays aboard the Prometheus, a flight technician brained himself walking into an seemingly empty stretch of deck.

Frankly I always preferred the original outfit...

I totally agree with you.

Gloval: "So, North America isn't giving our civilians sanctuary, though Admiral Hayes wants Lisa off this ship. Suggestions before we hit up anybody unhappy with the UEG for help? Like Quebec?"
Claudia: "....ah, I can put out a feeler to my uncle T'Challa. He might be able to help."
Gloval: "You really think Wakanda can help us?"
Claudia: "Worth a shot. He and I always seemed to get along at family reunions. He'd at least listen."

taalismn wrote:Gloval: "So, North America isn't giving our civilians sanctuary, though Admiral Hayes wants Lisa off this ship. Suggestions before we hit up anybody unhappy with the UEG for help? Like Quebec?"
Claudia: "....ah, I can put out a feeler to my uncle T'Challa. He might be able to help."
Gloval: "You really think Wakanda can help us?"
Claudia: "Worth a shot. He and I always seemed to get along at family reunions. He'd at least listen."

Sammie: "We could try my Grandma Gloriana, in the Duchy of Grand Fenwick."

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Gloval: "So, North America isn't giving our civilians sanctuary, though Admiral Hayes wants Lisa off this ship. Suggestions before we hit up anybody unhappy with the UEG for help? Like Quebec?"
Claudia: "....ah, I can put out a feeler to my uncle T'Challa. He might be able to help."
Gloval: "You really think Wakanda can help us?"
Claudia: "Worth a shot. He and I always seemed to get along at family reunions. He'd at least listen."

Sammie: "We could try my Grandma Gloriana, in the Duchy of Grand Fenwick."

1959 Pinot Grand Fenwick and Protoculture do NOT mix well....

taalismn wrote:Gloval: "So, North America isn't giving our civilians sanctuary, though Admiral Hayes wants Lisa off this ship. Suggestions before we hit up anybody unhappy with the UEG for help? Like Quebec?"
Claudia: "....ah, I can put out a feeler to my uncle T'Challa. He might be able to help."
Gloval: "You really think Wakanda can help us?"
Claudia: "Worth a shot. He and I always seemed to get along at family reunions. He'd at least listen."

Oooo... the Black Panther.

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:Gloval: "So, North America isn't giving our civilians sanctuary, though Admiral Hayes wants Lisa off this ship. Suggestions before we hit up anybody unhappy with the UEG for help? Like Quebec?"
Claudia: "....ah, I can put out a feeler to my uncle T'Challa. He might be able to help."
Gloval: "You really think Wakanda can help us?"
Claudia: "Worth a shot. He and I always seemed to get along at family reunions. He'd at least listen."

Sammie: "We could try my Grandma Gloriana, in the Duchy of Grand Fenwick."

I just had to laugh after reading about Duchy of Grand Fenwick.

Random Lt.: "Sir! The Robotech Masters have broadcasted their surrender!"

Lenard: "Quick! get me a channel!"

Lt.: "But sir! It's already been accepted!"

Lenard: "WHAT!!! On who's authority?"

Suddenly the monitor crackles to life showing the trio of Robotech Masters surrounded by men with swords and longbows.

Robotech Master: "Ahem ... Uh, I as spokesman for the Robotech Masters officially surrender all our forces and people to the mercy of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick."

Lenard: "HUH!!!"

So, you can't type certain three letter phrases on this forum, who knew...

Listening to the conversation about where the SDF-1 should go next, with names like 'Wakanda' and 'Grand Fenwick' bandied around, Vanessa Leeds self-consciously patted her uniform, feeling the family heritage amulet that hung around her neck, its crystalline warmth reassuring, even as she wondered to herself if she should speak up.
Not that I'd have to explain that my family name is really 'Thatch', but I'm not sure Mom and Dad would approve of me bringing my work home, even if I could convince Captain Gloval to fly down a volcano.

taalismn wrote:Listening to the conversation about where the SDF-1 should go next, with names like 'Wakanda' and 'Grand Fenwick' bandied around, Vanessa Leeds self-consciously patted her uniform, feeling the family heritage amulet that hung around her neck, its crystalline warmth reassuring, even as she wondered to herself if she should speak up.
Not that I'd have to explain that my family name is really 'Thatch', but I'm not sure Mom and Dad would approve of me bringing my work home, even if I could convince Captain Gloval to fly down a volcano.

(had to think about that one for a moment.. nice one.)

Kim Young tried to focus on her console, hoping that no one would ask her if she had any relatives that might lend a hand. she'd promised great grandfather Denison and Auntie Bix that she'd not let anyone know where she was really from.. the hidden continent had only recently managed to establish travel to the outside world, and bringing a flying ship of mass destruction, filled with war strutters and 70,000 plus dolphinbacks would be an existential crisis for her homes harmony. though she did miss everyone in waterfall city..

Doctor Lang sat in his office uncharacteristically drumming his fingers....He was worried; while Captain Gloval had not said much upon his return from Alaska Base, Lang had, contrary to popular belief, spent enough time in various halls of power to know the signs of a political screw job when he saw them. Captain Gloval was entirely too honest a man not to show the agonies of bad news on his face and in his manner. It all added up, in Lang's analytically mind, to a raw deal for the crew and civilians aboard the SDF-1. Technological solutions he could come up, given enough time, he knew, but politics rarely afforded people the time they needed. And with what he'd heard of the Zentraedi fleet from Commander Hayes' report, those political games could prove fatal for EVERYONE. He had to do something...something more than the barrier project, improved Veritechs, better armaments, an improvised new Fold Drive...but his section was already working around the clock. He had to think outside the box, beyond the obvious.
Am hour later he gave up. He knew what the problem was, had been dancing around it all the time, trying to forget it existed. But try as he might, there was no getting around it. He knew the old family honor debt was a key to a great power, but the sort of cost that might come with it...it didn't bear thinking of. That was why the Langs hadn't already called in that debt, why they'd immigrated from eastern Europe. The temptation, and the taint. But what cost his personal honor, compared to all the lives on the SDF-q, possibly the world?
Sighing, Emil Lang pulled up a phone directory, just in case. The number he sought wasn't one often used, the location more of a political statement in itself, a sign of defiance to the world, than any attempt at friendly diplomacy, but it would be staffed, and the staffers would be serious at their jobs...HE would not tolerate anything that reflected badly upon his country and himself after all.
And through the Latverian embassy Lang could no doubt get in touch with HIM. And he would honor the debt he owed the Lang family, though much to Lang's cost. But then again, who aboard the SDF-1 had NOT been called upon to sacrifice?

SRoss wrote:Random Lt.: "Sir! The Robotech Masters have broadcasted their surrender!"

Lenard: "Quick! get me a channel!"

Lt.: "But sir! It's already been accepted!"

Lenard: "WHAT!!! On who's authority?"

Suddenly the monitor crackles to life showing the trio of Robotech Masters surrounded by men with swords and longbows.

Robotech Master: "Ahem ... Uh, I as spokesman for the Robotech Masters officially surrender all our forces and people to the mercy of the Duchy of Grand Fenwick."

Lenard: "HUH!!!"

So, you can't type certain three letter phrases on this forum, who knew...

taalismn wrote:Listening to the conversation about where the SDF-1 should go next, with names like 'Wakanda' and 'Grand Fenwick' bandied around, Vanessa Leeds self-consciously patted her uniform, feeling the family heritage amulet that hung around her neck, its crystalline warmth reassuring, even as she wondered to herself if she should speak up.
Not that I'd have to explain that my family name is really 'Thatch', but I'm not sure Mom and Dad would approve of me bringing my work home, even if I could convince Captain Gloval to fly down a volcano.

Not quiet sure on this one.

glitterboy2098 wrote:

taalismn wrote:Listening to the conversation about where the SDF-1 should go next, with names like 'Wakanda' and 'Grand Fenwick' bandied around, Vanessa Leeds self-consciously patted her uniform, feeling the family heritage amulet that hung around her neck, its crystalline warmth reassuring, even as she wondered to herself if she should speak up.
Not that I'd have to explain that my family name is really 'Thatch', but I'm not sure Mom and Dad would approve of me bringing my work home, even if I could convince Captain Gloval to fly down a volcano.

(had to think about that one for a moment.. nice one.)

Kim Young tried to focus on her console, hoping that no one would ask her if she had any relatives that might lend a hand. she'd promised great grandfather Denison and Auntie Bix that she'd not let anyone know where she was really from.. the hidden continent had only recently managed to establish travel to the outside world, and bringing a flying ship of mass destruction, filled with war strutters and 70,000 plus dolphinbacks would be an existential crisis for her homes harmony. though she did miss everyone in waterfall city..

taalismn wrote:Doctor Lang sat in his office uncharacteristically drumming his fingers....He was worried; while Captain Gloval had not said much ipon his return from Alaska Base, Lang had, contrary to popular belief, spent enough time in various halls of power to know the signs of a political screw job when he saw them. Captain Gloval was entirely too honest a man not to show the agonies of bad news on his face and in his manner. It all added up, in Lang's analytically mind, to a raw deal for the crew and civilians aboard the SDF-1. Technological solutions he could come up, given enough time, he knew, but politics rarely afforded people the time they needed. And with what he'd heard of the Zentraedi fleet from Commander Hayes' report, those political games could prove fatal for EVERYONE. He had to do something...something more than the barrier project, improved Veritechs, better armaments, an improvised new Fold Drive...but his section was already working around the clock. He had to think outside the box, beyond the obvious.
Am hour later he gave up. He knew what the problem was, had been dancing around it all the time, trying to forget it existed. But try as he might, there was no getting around it. He knew the old family honor debt was a key to a great power, but the sort of cost that might come with it...it didn't bear thinking of. That was why the Langs hadn't already called in that debt, why they'd immigrated from eastern Europe. The temptation, and the taint. But what cost his personal honor, compared to all the lives on the SDF-q, possibly the world?
Sighing, Emil Lang pulled up a phone directory, just in case. The number he sought wasn't one often used, the location more of a political statement in itself, a sign of defiance to the world, than any attempt at friendly diplomacy, but it would be staffed, and the staffers would be serious at their jobs...HE would not tolerate anything that reflected badly upon his country and himself after all.
And through the Latverian embassy Lang could no doubt get in touch with HIM. And he would honor the debt he owed the Lang family, though much to Lang's cost. But then again, who aboard the SDF-1 had NOT been called upon to sacrifice?

And more . But good reading for all.

Alpha 11 wrote:

taalismn wrote:Doctor Lang sat in his office uncharacteristically drumming his fingers....He was worried; while Captain Gloval had not said much ipon his return from Alaska Base, Lang had, contrary to popular belief, spent enough time in various halls of power to know the signs of a political screw job when he saw them. Captain Gloval was entirely too honest a man not to show the agonies of bad news on his face and in his manner. It all added up, in Lang's analytically mind, to a raw deal for the crew and civilians aboard the SDF-1. Technological solutions he could come up, given enough time, he knew, but politics rarely afforded people the time they needed. And with what he'd heard of the Zentraedi fleet from Commander Hayes' report, those political games could prove fatal for EVERYONE. He had to do something...something more than the barrier project, improved Veritechs, better armaments, an improvised new Fold Drive...but his section was already working around the clock. He had to think outside the box, beyond the obvious.
Am hour later he gave up. He knew what the problem was, had been dancing around it all the time, trying to forget it existed. But try as he might, there was no getting around it. He knew the old family honor debt was a key to a great power, but the sort of cost that might come with it...it didn't bear thinking of. That was why the Langs hadn't already called in that debt, why they'd immigrated from eastern Europe. The temptation, and the taint. But what cost his personal honor, compared to all the lives on the SDF-q, possibly the world?
Sighing, Emil Lang pulled up a phone directory, just in case. The number he sought wasn't one often used, the location more of a political statement in itself, a sign of defiance to the world, than any attempt at friendly diplomacy, but it would be staffed, and the staffers would be serious at their jobs...HE would not tolerate anything that reflected badly upon his country and himself after all.
And through the Latverian embassy Lang could no doubt get in touch with HIM. And he would honor the debt he owed the Lang family, though much to Lang's cost. But then again, who aboard the SDF-1 had NOT been called upon to sacrifice?

And more . But good reading for all.

Latveria is the land ruled by Doctor Doom.

And got it in one, SRoss.

taalismn wrote:And got it in one, SRoss.

Doom would tolerate nothing less then instant recognition.

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:And got it in one, SRoss.

Doom would tolerate nothing less then instant recognition.

And he especially expects Christmas cards from family promptly every year.

SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

taalismn wrote:Doctor Lang sat in his office uncharacteristically drumming his fingers....He was worried; while Captain Gloval had not said much ipon his return from Alaska Base, Lang had, contrary to popular belief, spent enough time in various halls of power to know the signs of a political screw job when he saw them. Captain Gloval was entirely too honest a man not to show the agonies of bad news on his face and in his manner. It all added up, in Lang's analytically mind, to a raw deal for the crew and civilians aboard the SDF-1. Technological solutions he could come up, given enough time, he knew, but politics rarely afforded people the time they needed. And with what he'd heard of the Zentraedi fleet from Commander Hayes' report, those political games could prove fatal for EVERYONE. He had to do something...something more than the barrier project, improved Veritechs, better armaments, an improvised new Fold Drive...but his section was already working around the clock. He had to think outside the box, beyond the obvious.
Am hour later he gave up. He knew what the problem was, had been dancing around it all the time, trying to forget it existed. But try as he might, there was no getting around it. He knew the old family honor debt was a key to a great power, but the sort of cost that might come with it...it didn't bear thinking of. That was why the Langs hadn't already called in that debt, why they'd immigrated from eastern Europe. The temptation, and the taint. But what cost his personal honor, compared to all the lives on the SDF-q, possibly the world?
Sighing, Emil Lang pulled up a phone directory, just in case. The number he sought wasn't one often used, the location more of a political statement in itself, a sign of defiance to the world, than any attempt at friendly diplomacy, but it would be staffed, and the staffers would be serious at their jobs...HE would not tolerate anything that reflected badly upon his country and himself after all.
And through the Latverian embassy Lang could no doubt get in touch with HIM. And he would honor the debt he owed the Lang family, though much to Lang's cost. But then again, who aboard the SDF-1 had NOT been called upon to sacrifice?

And more . But good reading for all.

Latveria is the land ruled by Doctor Doom.

Aaaaa... Forgot about that.

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

taalismn wrote:And got it in one, SRoss.

Doom would tolerate nothing less then instant recognition.

And he especially expects Christmas cards from family promptly every year.

And let's not even get into what he does when he gets a hankering for a pizza late at night.

Linn Minmei listened uneasily to all the discussions about where they could go next. She looked over at Kyle and saw he thought the same thing. Their distant aunt Cordelia's homeland might take them. But, relations had soured due to the UEG trying to kidnap her in the midst of the failed E.B.S.I.S. invasion of Gallia. Not to mention the UEG's involvement in the civil war that followed.

Dare they impose with a band of refugees and a hunted ship?

Rick Hunter leaned back in his cabin, taking advantage of his time off to decompress; pilots needed their sleep. But sleep didn't come easily. Now that they were back on Earth, their problems should be over, right? But it didn't seem that way.
Flying in Earth's skies again made him homesick for the safety of Earth and its skies, and unbidden brought back memories of the Hunter Flying Circus. Truth be told, while they might have had a home base in an airfield, the Hunters were nomadic, roaming over the countryside where the shows took them, And sometimes bad weather or scheduling meant they had to hunker down in a town, living out of a hotel, or sometimes were put up with a local family. Young Rick Hunter had made the acquaintance of more than a few small towns and their residents that way, but it was one small town that he remembered most fondly.
The time Rick and his father spent as guests of a farm family in that appropriately named little farming community of Smallville wasn't particularly long, but there'd been a sense of security there, of old values, and of people who accepted even strangers, and looked out for other people. Rick had, for some reason, felt particularly safe there. Maybe it was just the Kents' (all three of them) welcoming attitude, but ever since then, Rick thought of that place as the epitome of hospitality and Earth's comfort when he threw himself across the sky.
If only that could be true of the rest of the world.

It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Took me a moment....
"How'd THAT thing get by our Eagle patrol?"
"Oh, just like every other large fearsome-looking alien battlewagon does."

Just wanted to see if you were paying attention.

taalismn wrote:Took me a moment....
"How'd THAT thing get by our Eagle patrol?"
"Oh, just like every other large fearsome-looking alien battlewagon does."

Alpha, where early warning meant someone was looking out a window.

SRoss wrote:Linn Minmei listened uneasily to all the discussions about where they could go next. She looked over at Kyle and saw he thought the same thing. Their distant aunt Cordelia's homeland might take them. But, relations had soured due to the UEG trying to kidnap her in the midst of the failed E.B.S.I.S. invasion of Gallia. Not to mention the UEG's involvement in the civil war that followed.

Dare they impose with a band of refugees and a hunted ship?

Valkyria Chronicles, loved the anime. Need to get the game and play it.

taalismn wrote:Rick Hunter leaned back in his cabin, taking advantage of his time off to decompress; pilots needed their sleep. But sleep didn't come easily. Now that they were back on Earth, their problems should be over, right? But it didn't seem that way.
Flying in Earth's skies again made him homesick for the safety of Earth and its skies, and unbidden brought back memories of the Hunter Flying Circus. Truth be told, while they might have had a home base in an airfield, the Hunters were nomadic, roaming over the countryside where the shows took them, And sometimes bad weather or scheduling emant they had to hunker down in a town, living out of a hotel, or sometimes were put up with a local family. Young Rick Hunter had made the acquaintance of more than a few small towns and their residents that way, but it was one small town that he remembered most fondly.
The time Rick and his father spent as guests of a farm family in that appropriately named little farming community of Smallville wasn't particularly long, but there'd been a sense of security there, or old values, and of people who accepted even strangers, and looked out for other people. Rick had, for some reason, felt particularly safe there. Maybe it was just the Kents' (all three of them) welcoming attitude, but ever since then, Rick thought of that place as the epitome of hospitality and Earth's comfort when he threw himself across the sky.
If only that could be true of the rest of the world.

I wander how Superman would react to the Rain of Death? Would he loss it?

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Drawing a blank here.

Gryphon wrote:Space 1999

The Eagle spacecraft, with its utilitarian good looks and modularity, inspired many a Paladin Steel product for me.

Alpha 11 wrote:

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Drawing a blank here.

Dude!!! with a username like Alpha 11 how could you NOT know this!?!

SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Drawing a blank here.

Dude!!! with a username like Alpha 11 how could you NOT know this!?!

He's young...it's before his time...
That actually dates the REST of us, or else proves that some of us are diehard sci-fi fans digging around for ancient sci-fi series...

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Drawing a blank here.

Dude!!! with a username like Alpha 11 how could you NOT know this!?!

He's young...it's before his time...
That actually dates the REST of us, or else proves that some of us are diehard sci-fi fans digging around for ancient sci-fi series...

I am both old, and I bought the entire series on DVD.

SRoss wrote:[I am both old, and I bought the entire series on DVD.

Worse things to spend your time and money on.

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Drawing a blank here.

Dude!!! with a username like Alpha 11 how could you NOT know this!?!

He's young...it's before his time...
That actually dates the REST of us, or else proves that some of us are diehard sci-fi fans digging around for ancient sci-fi series...

All we need now is a certain battleship with its wave Cannon.

batlchip wrote:[All we need now is a certain battleship with its wave Cannon.

Already did it...either here or in a Blooper take; they challenge the SDF-3 on the basis of 'selling out their Japaneseness'. Desslock wagers on the SDF-3 winning the resulting spat.

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:

Alpha 11 wrote:

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

Drawing a blank here.

Dude!!! with a username like Alpha 11 how could you NOT know this!?!

He's young...it's before his time...
That actually dates the REST of us, or else proves that some of us are diehard sci-fi fans digging around for ancient sci-fi series...

Yes, before my time. Though now that I know the name, I believe I have heard of it.

taalismn wrote:

batlchip wrote:[All we need now is a certain battleship with its wave Cannon.

Already did it...either here or in a Blooper take; they challenge the SDF-3 on the basis of 'selling out their Japaneseness'. Desslock wagers on the SDF-3 winning the resulting spat.

I'm just imagining this scene where and angry Claudia storms into a meeting of the two crews and dumps the smashed parts of IQ-9 on the table.

SRoss wrote:[

I'm just imagining this scene where and angry Claudia storms into a meeting of the two crews and dumps the smashed parts of IQ-9 on the table.

"This toaster GROPED me!"

taalismn wrote:

SRoss wrote:[

I'm just imagining this scene where and angry Claudia storms into a meeting of the two crews and dumps the smashed parts of IQ-9 on the table.

"This toaster GROPED me!"

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

I feel stupid for not realizing this was Space: 1999. I mean, not only did I use to watch this when I was a kid but I just finished watching season 1 on blu-ray a couple of weeks ago (I don't have the complete series and I'm hoping season 2 will be released on blu-ray soon).

camk4evr wrote:

SRoss wrote:It was quiet in the Command Center when Sandra entered with the coffee tray. John and Helena were having a private conference in the Commander's office while Tony and Carter were down in the lower level with Paul playing Australian rules Football. The only ones still in the Command Center were Victor and Kano who were absorbed in a chess game when she approached. Suddenly, she let out a startled gasp and dropped the tray, dumping hot coffee on Kano's lap. Victor stared to ask what was wrong when he saw the Battle Fortress land in the crater outside.

I feel stupid for not realizing this was Space: 1999. I mean, not only did I use to watch this when I was a kid but I just finished watching season 1 on blu-ray a couple of weeks ago (I don't have the complete series and I'm hoping season 2 will be released on blu-ray soon).

"The Dragon" had to be the most terrifying of the episodes....tentacled critter grabbing and chewing up people..and impressed on me the reason why YOU DO NOT STAND IN FRONT OF THE AIRLOCK WHEN YOU'VE OPENED UP AN UNFAMILIAR VESSEL. There's a good reason why there are all those derelict ships floating around in that one place, you idiots!

taalismn wrote:"The Dragon" had to be the most terrifying of the episodes....tentacled critter grabbing and chewing up people..and impressed on me the reason why YOU DO NOT STAND IN FRONT OF THE AIRLOCK WHEN YOU'VE OPENED UP AN UNFAMILIAR VESSEL. There's a good reason why there are all those derelict ships floating around in that one place, you idiots!

Don't forget that episode also explained why with all that technology, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS KEEP AN AXE HANDY.

Minmei paused in her concert when she saw the battlepods. She hadn't had a chance to try the silly little wand that talking cat gave her, really didn't want to use it, but she saw no other options. Raising it above her head, she said the words.

"MACROSS PRISM POWER!!!"

The sight Minmei standing there in her Sailor Fuku was too much for Kyron. He was found in his Officer's Pod rolling on the ground laughing.

SRoss wrote:Minmei paused in her concert when she saw the battlepods. She hadn't had a chance to try the silly little wand that talking cat gave her, really didn't want to use it, but she saw no other options. Raising it above her head, she said the words.

"MACROSS PRISM POWER!!!"

The sight Minmei standing there in her Sailor Fuku was too much for Kyron. He was found in his Officer's Pod rolling on the ground laughing.

Lisa Hayes: "Sometimes, I'm a magnificent lieutenant commander. At other times, I'm a pining romantic . However, my real identity is Rick Hunter's significant other... Warrior of love, Cutie Honey!!"