| From: | Martin Jennings JENNINGS@******.ch |
|---|---|
| Subject: | What I did for Xmas |
| Date: | Mon, 17 Jan 2000 18:59:16 +0100 |
>>>>>[Personal log: Stardate 6101.17
Hello Miss Fellows, you asked for a essay on what we did over the holidays,
so here you are.
What I did for Christmas and New Year's
by Storm
Boy talk about a fun time, I just love messing up other people's system's.
Where to start, where to start? Ah! I know.
+++++insert firstcontact.avi
The picture begins fuzzy, a dark shadow can be seen, but nothing much more,
then the picture comes into focus. A face looks into the camera, human,
male, long hair with a headband holding it out of his eyes, wearing John
Lennon glasses with pink lenses, about in his thirties. The picture goes
out of focus again.
"Too far AQ, back a bit," the voice is young, high pitched.
"All right Storm," The picture comes back into focus, more slowly this time.
"Hold it right there, that is great."
Another voice, heavier, darker and much more gruff is heard.
"I do not see why the kid could not have come here as well, I mean I did,
and had to share transport with Hyena over there."
"Ah! Shut it you willya, geez. I mean the smell is bad enough without having
to put up with you talking as well." A more modulated, slightly electronic
voice interrupted.
A strong commanding voice cuts in over the argument.
"Oh will you two little brats shut up. Storm is not here because the trip
would have taken too much out of him. Anyway, it would have been too
complicated to wire up a new system for him. He is better where he is and he
can help us more there."
The face pulled back from the lens and the picture shows what looks like a
living room. Comfortable chairs and a large couch surround a low table on
which is placed papers and a couple of maps. The face turns and moves away
turning into a figure wearing a tie-die t-shirt under a leather vest, a
pair of faded blue jeans which have been turned into flares by adding a
piece of flower patterned material and leather sandels. The figure sits
down.
Around the table is seated a small human, but at a closer glance it is a
dwarf, though hard to tell, beardless, wearing a faded white t-shirt with
obvious oil stains on it, a black waistcoat which has obviously seen better
days, torn black jeans and what looks like military boots. As he turns his
head his eyes catch the light and a small glint is seen. In front of him on
the table is a bottle of whiskey, three quarters full, the label reads
"Bowmore, Millenium Edition", he picks up a glass almost full the brim and
takes a large drink, then sits back smacking his lips, enjoying the taste.
Next to him sits a human, wearing slacks, a blue shirt and dark shoes. You
can see that his right arm is obviously cybered, metallic and cold. His most
striking feature is that on his throat is what seems to be a small speaker.
He is currently glaring across the table at a very large chair.
The camera angle changes, we see the occupant of the chair, a large
humanoid, dark skinned, massive arms also wearing slacks and a shirt which
are trying to hold in the muscles, but not succeeding very well. Then the
head comes into view, large dark eyes look up, thick heavy set eyebrows
twitch nervously, the nose is large, black, flat and wet and on the head,
amongst the hair can be seen two horns, a minotaur.
"Storm," the dwarf begins, "I have had holoprojectors installed, so you can
join us if you wish", the accent is clipped precise, very british.
"Okay Nige, here I come ready or not." A figure begins to form in the the
chair at the end of the table. Hard to tell if it is human as all we can
see is white plastic looking armour, with black at the joins. On the head is
a white helmet, two black eyes and what looks like an air filter. An
electronic voice issues from the helmet speaker.
"Ok Rebel scum, prepare to die."
"Shut up Storm, willya, that gets on my nerves," modulated, electronic voice
again, and this time we see that it is coming from the human, or more
precisely the speaker on his throat, even though his lips move.
"What's up Jack-El, can't take the competition?" The human springs up with
blinding speed and jumps at the armoured figure only to go right through.
"Nah-ni-nah-ni-nah-nah!", we see the armoured figure raise his hands to the
side of his helmet and stick his thumbs where his ears might be. The other
human starts to giggle furiously, we see him place a lit rolled cigarette to
his lips and then he inhales for a long time, keeping the smoke in. After a
while he then exhales, and a broad grin appears on his face and he starts
to giggle again.
"Heh, heh, heh, unlike some, I do inhale. Whoa dude. Head spin. Oxygen
depravation. Cooool! Rose-tint my world keep free from my trouble and
pain!" He slumps back in his chair with an inane grin on his face.
The minotaur looks across to the cybered human, you can see anger in his
eyes, almost hate.
"Sit down Jackel, and you be quiet Storm. If we are here it is because a
friend needs us and not to fight amongst ourselves, no matter how much we
might want to." This is the source of the heavy dark gruff voice.
"Well said JB, now you know why you are here, correct?" The dwarf then
finishs off his glass and begins to pour another.
"Well Nige," the minotaur replies, "all that you and AQ-spacehead over here
said was that Fade had been badly injured in an assassination attempt,
nothing more.
"That's right JB, but it seems that I am a hard man to kill," a new voice
comes from the right, melodious and light. The camera swings and we see a
tall elf, wearing all black, with silver hair and hard grey eyes. He is
leaning on wooden cane and moves towards the couch slowly, obviously in
pain.
"Fade, boy am I glad to see you," Jackel jumps up and is over to the elf in
no time at all and helps him to sit down.
"Thanks Jack, and JB, AQ called you all here for a mission, time to get even
with the dreks who did this.
+++++end firstcontact.avi
Gee Miss Fellows, I had to change datamedium at that point and well I'll
send you some more later. You said that we had until the end of the month
to hand in the assignment anyway. I hope that it is good enough for an A.
Also I got a call from Dodger, he wants me to help him out with some Red
stuff.
]<<<<<
-- Storm <18:52:46/01-17-61>
*****PRIVATE Diary Diana Fellows
>>>>>[Sometimes I wonder about Billy Sanders, first he insists on everyone
calling him 'Storm' and then his imagination is amazing. He is now sending
me clips from some tri-dee show and says that they are recordings from his
private camera. Well I suppose it does make a change from the 'I spent
Christmas with Granny' stuff and it is well edited.
I am just glad that he has befriended this Dodger character, since then he
has come out of his shell slighly and filled out a bit.
At least the bullying has stopped, ever since Dan Grandly had that accident,
strange that was, never heard of an automated washing machine going haywire
like that before. I suppose we have to be thankful that it was a color wash
and not whites.
Not sure what this Dodger does, but he definitly is a good example for him,
and Billy says that he looks out for him as well, I am sure glad of
that.]<<<<<
-- Diana Fellows <18:58:54/01-17-61>
*****PRIVATE
>>>>>[Why thank you Miss Fellows. Yes Billy sure is a good kid, bit strange
at times, but just has to be pointed in the right direction]<<<<<
-- Dodger<00:00:00/01-01-00>
