Re: The Abrupt Demise
08-22-2011, 12:29 AM
Upon arriving in front of the squad, the many guns aimed squarely at his non-existent head, RICKY RICARDO, Quixil's greatest dancer, scoffed at the men.
"Ha ha ha," he said, stepping forward and moving his arm flamboyantly, "You are all apparently very well armed, yes, but a simple perusal of Mon Visage will show that I have no head to shoot."
Ricky Ricardo continued his slow, rhythmic steps around the firing squad. "However, I am certainly one for fairness, as the heads and as such vital organs of the others are much more visible. As such, I will challenge you, to a DANCE OFF."
For a moment, the members of the firing squad looked to each other quizzically. True, they did not know where to shoot this odd alien, however, they could just shoot randomly. On the other hand, they were somewhat off-put by what seemed to be the disembodied voice that was speaking to them.
They agreed.
Moments later, Ricky Ricardo and one member of the firing squad were facing each other off.
Ricky started off with his famous left side twist flip, the dance that once killed his father. As much as it pained him to do, he needed to persevere for this battle.
When Ricky finished the first part of his routine, the chosen member of the firing squad had walked up to begin his response.
Meanwhile, the Martian equivalent of Colonel Buenadia, had just found a rocket ship and seemingly escaped his ruthless martian firing squad. The ship raced through the expands of space to a distant planet called Earth.
Unfortunately, when he began his descent to the planet, he had begun to lose control of the ship...
Back on the surface, Ricky Ricardo had just finished his third round of dancing. Both dancers were beginning to tire, but Ricky saw that his opponent would tire first. As he walked off of the circle, he smirked. Suddenly, the dancing Quixilian heard something odd.
All of the other people in the area ran off as the martian ship closed in. Ricky Ricardo's Quixillian senses heard the ship, causing Ricky to do what he did best. He danced around the ship, making a tango unlike any other. The weary dancer stood, his sash dripping with sweat. He could barley stand as he breathed as heavily as a Quixillian could.
However, he was not done. As the martian colonel evacuated the crashed ship, looking at the new Earth sky, something caught his eye. He squinted at the odd sparkles that seemed to grow larger. Then he panicked. The martian sprinted away from the crash site, hoping that he could escape this other squad.
Ricky Ricardo however, did not see these new ships until it was too late. The Martian firing squad, not being used to the slightly lighter skies on this planet, did not get a clear look at the being out in the small area next to the crashed ship. Ricky Ricardo, try as he might, dodged the first volley of shots masterfully, but... the Quixillian could not avoid them all.
The center martian ship had hit who he had thought was his mark, and Ricky Ricardo, the Quixillian dancing champion, was dead.
"Ha ha ha," he said, stepping forward and moving his arm flamboyantly, "You are all apparently very well armed, yes, but a simple perusal of Mon Visage will show that I have no head to shoot."
Ricky Ricardo continued his slow, rhythmic steps around the firing squad. "However, I am certainly one for fairness, as the heads and as such vital organs of the others are much more visible. As such, I will challenge you, to a DANCE OFF."
For a moment, the members of the firing squad looked to each other quizzically. True, they did not know where to shoot this odd alien, however, they could just shoot randomly. On the other hand, they were somewhat off-put by what seemed to be the disembodied voice that was speaking to them.
They agreed.
Moments later, Ricky Ricardo and one member of the firing squad were facing each other off.
Ricky started off with his famous left side twist flip, the dance that once killed his father. As much as it pained him to do, he needed to persevere for this battle.
When Ricky finished the first part of his routine, the chosen member of the firing squad had walked up to begin his response.
Meanwhile, the Martian equivalent of Colonel Buenadia, had just found a rocket ship and seemingly escaped his ruthless martian firing squad. The ship raced through the expands of space to a distant planet called Earth.
Unfortunately, when he began his descent to the planet, he had begun to lose control of the ship...
Back on the surface, Ricky Ricardo had just finished his third round of dancing. Both dancers were beginning to tire, but Ricky saw that his opponent would tire first. As he walked off of the circle, he smirked. Suddenly, the dancing Quixilian heard something odd.
All of the other people in the area ran off as the martian ship closed in. Ricky Ricardo's Quixillian senses heard the ship, causing Ricky to do what he did best. He danced around the ship, making a tango unlike any other. The weary dancer stood, his sash dripping with sweat. He could barley stand as he breathed as heavily as a Quixillian could.
However, he was not done. As the martian colonel evacuated the crashed ship, looking at the new Earth sky, something caught his eye. He squinted at the odd sparkles that seemed to grow larger. Then he panicked. The martian sprinted away from the crash site, hoping that he could escape this other squad.
Ricky Ricardo however, did not see these new ships until it was too late. The Martian firing squad, not being used to the slightly lighter skies on this planet, did not get a clear look at the being out in the small area next to the crashed ship. Ricky Ricardo, try as he might, dodged the first volley of shots masterfully, but... the Quixillian could not avoid them all.
The center martian ship had hit who he had thought was his mark, and Ricky Ricardo, the Quixillian dancing champion, was dead.