Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Round 2: CHEKOF Headquarters)
08-27-2011, 01:59 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Zavon Okanta lived in a cupboard.
He had always lived in the cupboard all his life. That corner there was the corner where the coats hung; over there was the area where the shoes were, in the other corner was the black blob thing that was always looking at him. It was all he had ever known.
Sometimes he would count the shoes. There were always twelve, except that one time before he’d taken off his own shoes and put them with the others. He couldn’t remember how many there had been back then, only that the final total was different. Man those had been the days.
Sometimes he would examine the coats. There were coats of all shapes and sizes; plain black coats, coats with thick fur trim, heavily padded coats that contained a flask of some kind of mysterious liquid in an inside pocket, thin coats that were covered in purple badges. He read the words on the purple badges sometimes but ‘vote praetorian’ didn’t mean anything to him. He figured that that coat probably belonged to the blob that watched him. It was wearing a similar badge.
Sometimes he tried to talk to the blob that watched him, but there wasn’t much in the way of conversation topics. You can only talk about that one time when there were not as many shoes so many times before it gets quite frankly a little dull. The blob that watched him was not much in the way of a conversationalist.
Occasionally there were noises coming from outside the cupboard that made Zavon nervous. At times like this he clutched a coat hanger as though it were a weapon and cowered in the corner until the noises went away.
“I think I’m going to call you Bob.” Zavon said as he regarded the blob that watched him. “Bob the blob.” He chuckled to himself.
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The arrival of the Allied Lands lawships caused quite a stir on Uae. Having never encountered an extraterrestrial species before, the Uae were not sure how to respond. Many fled the landing site, screaming and waving their many appendages frantically. Others hung around, curious to see what manner of life form would emerge from the curious white and place spaceships. They were eager to see whether this first contact would be peaceful or if it would be the beginning of a bloody invasion. Admittedly they weren’t so eager for the bloody invasion scenario but the point is they wanted to know.
The spacecraft doors slid open and from it emerged a being made entirely of black smoke. It was more a cloud than a person, though someone had gone to the efforts of trying to get it to wear a police officer’s uniform. The smoke just sort of billowed over and around it.
“Move along please, nothing to see here.” The message was transmitted psychically to each of the Uae gathered around the spacecraft, not a single one of them did as they were bid. The smoke creature, not one to waste any time with such trivialities simply reached out and took over the minds of the gathered crowd, turning them sharply on their heels and making them walk away.
As the crowd unwillingly dispersed more officers emerged from the lawships. They were a motley bunch, only a couple of them appearing to be from the same species as any of their peers. They were all trying to wear the same uniform, to limited success. They assembled before the smoke creature, whom they addressed as The Superintendant. He gestured towards the offices they had landed a couple of streets away from.
“To the untrained eye these are just ordinary offices!” he exclaimed. “But to an Allied Lands police officer these are a hive of Grand Battling scum and villainy, and it is our duty and our honour to get in there and shut it down.” He paused. “Battlefield reports indicate the presence of a remotely controlled drone posing as one of the contestants. We’ve heard of things like this in other battles, and we posit that this ‘Emissary’ is actually a fake contestant, colloquially known as a ‘ninth contestant’, being somehow controlled by the ‘Grandmaster’ from within this very building. With that in mind let’s get in there and shut these motherfuckers down.”
There was a chorus of agreement and at The Superintendant’s instruction they formed up and advanced on the CHEKOV headquarters.
Zavon Okanta lived in a cupboard.
He had always lived in the cupboard all his life. That corner there was the corner where the coats hung; over there was the area where the shoes were, in the other corner was the black blob thing that was always looking at him. It was all he had ever known.
Sometimes he would count the shoes. There were always twelve, except that one time before he’d taken off his own shoes and put them with the others. He couldn’t remember how many there had been back then, only that the final total was different. Man those had been the days.
Sometimes he would examine the coats. There were coats of all shapes and sizes; plain black coats, coats with thick fur trim, heavily padded coats that contained a flask of some kind of mysterious liquid in an inside pocket, thin coats that were covered in purple badges. He read the words on the purple badges sometimes but ‘vote praetorian’ didn’t mean anything to him. He figured that that coat probably belonged to the blob that watched him. It was wearing a similar badge.
Sometimes he tried to talk to the blob that watched him, but there wasn’t much in the way of conversation topics. You can only talk about that one time when there were not as many shoes so many times before it gets quite frankly a little dull. The blob that watched him was not much in the way of a conversationalist.
Occasionally there were noises coming from outside the cupboard that made Zavon nervous. At times like this he clutched a coat hanger as though it were a weapon and cowered in the corner until the noises went away.
“I think I’m going to call you Bob.” Zavon said as he regarded the blob that watched him. “Bob the blob.” He chuckled to himself.
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The arrival of the Allied Lands lawships caused quite a stir on Uae. Having never encountered an extraterrestrial species before, the Uae were not sure how to respond. Many fled the landing site, screaming and waving their many appendages frantically. Others hung around, curious to see what manner of life form would emerge from the curious white and place spaceships. They were eager to see whether this first contact would be peaceful or if it would be the beginning of a bloody invasion. Admittedly they weren’t so eager for the bloody invasion scenario but the point is they wanted to know.
The spacecraft doors slid open and from it emerged a being made entirely of black smoke. It was more a cloud than a person, though someone had gone to the efforts of trying to get it to wear a police officer’s uniform. The smoke just sort of billowed over and around it.
“Move along please, nothing to see here.” The message was transmitted psychically to each of the Uae gathered around the spacecraft, not a single one of them did as they were bid. The smoke creature, not one to waste any time with such trivialities simply reached out and took over the minds of the gathered crowd, turning them sharply on their heels and making them walk away.
As the crowd unwillingly dispersed more officers emerged from the lawships. They were a motley bunch, only a couple of them appearing to be from the same species as any of their peers. They were all trying to wear the same uniform, to limited success. They assembled before the smoke creature, whom they addressed as The Superintendant. He gestured towards the offices they had landed a couple of streets away from.
“To the untrained eye these are just ordinary offices!” he exclaimed. “But to an Allied Lands police officer these are a hive of Grand Battling scum and villainy, and it is our duty and our honour to get in there and shut it down.” He paused. “Battlefield reports indicate the presence of a remotely controlled drone posing as one of the contestants. We’ve heard of things like this in other battles, and we posit that this ‘Emissary’ is actually a fake contestant, colloquially known as a ‘ninth contestant’, being somehow controlled by the ‘Grandmaster’ from within this very building. With that in mind let’s get in there and shut these motherfuckers down.”
There was a chorus of agreement and at The Superintendant’s instruction they formed up and advanced on the CHEKOV headquarters.
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