Session Start: Thu Apr 06 23:54:49 2000
Plot: MegaWar III -- When Worlds Collide 
Host's Note: Never finished...maybe it will
Side Jokes included
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<RazorSK> ::isn't too sure of where he is...almost doesn't recognize the area he's in....it's too foggy.::
<T-BoneSK> ::blinks at the fog and flips down the infrared visor on his helmet, uses it to find Razor::
<T-BoneSK> ::whispers softly into his helmet radio:: Razor, you copy?
<RazorSK> ::is trembling, his fur is standing on end. Perks his ears to the helmet radio:: I copy...where are you? ::takes a step forward cautiously::
<T-BoneSK> A few feet in front of you...  ::pause::  But, don't move...  Just...  freeze.
<RazorSK> ::breathes:: Freeze? ::is frozen already::
<T-BoneSK> ::draws a blaster from the holster at his side::  Yeah... and trust me...  ::aims just above Razor, debating activating the targeting laser::
<T-BoneSK> ::decides against it, the fog would make it *very* visible::  <Guess Razor's just gotta trust my aim....>
<RazorSK> ::gulps, trusting his partner with the fact that there's something behind him is one thing, trusting his partner's *AIM*....that's another story::
<T-BoneSK> ::aims ever so carefully and fires off a low level stun blast just over Razor's head::
<RazorSK> ::had his eyes SHUT, hears a sorta scream:: T-Bone?
<T-BoneSK> <Cloaked Figure>  ::topples over, trying to get up::
<T-BoneSK> Run straight ahead now!
<RazorSK> ::does so, runs like mad::
<T-BoneSK> ::catches him as he runs by, throwing him to the muddy ground::
<RazorSK> ::is confused, doesn't know what's going on...except that he's face down in the mud::
<T-BoneSK> ::hisses quietly:: It's me. Stay down.
<RazorSK> ::just plays, but his Glovatrix is ready anytime::
<RazorSK> ::plays dead, even!!::
<T-BoneSK> ((Plays?  <Razor>  ::plays with his Gameboy::  Yell when ya' need me....))
<T-BoneSK> ::pulls his head up:: And, git yer face outta the mud.....
<RazorSK> ((ROFL!!!))
<RazorSK> ::wants to say something, but ends up hiccupping a mud bubble::
<RazorSK> ::spits out the remains of the mud:: T-Bone...how far are they? ::is whispering this::
<T-BoneSK> Eww....  ::ears flicker around, hears nothing beyond the usual swamp sounds he's learned to ignore::
<T-BoneSK> A ways..  Which means we should move now..  Pretty boy'll be up again soon...  I was so afraid I'd hit you, he only got a little shock...
<RazorSK> Right. ::gets up, Glovatrix armed::  On the count of three...run towards the trees. 
<T-BoneSK> ::dashes after, covering their backs::
<T-BoneSK> ::ducking behind a tree:: So, how many Academy rules did we just break?  Left an enemy breathing,...  I'm sure there's another..
<RazorSK> ::leans against the tree:: I don't know...never really read the rules in the first place. ::pause:: Oh yeah...I remember one...
<T-BoneSK> Which?  And, the one they added for me doesn't count... 
<RazorSK> Never trust one with a lousy aim. ::grins and pauses:: Which one added on your account?
<T-BoneSK> ::thwaps him::  I meant the one termed "obscene gestures created using an aircraft and directed at a commanding officer"...  Nevermind I wanted his attention and it was NOT intended to be obscene....
<RazorSK> ::laughs a bit:: Oh yeah, that one...::pauses:: I never thought doing a barrel roll over ten feet infronta the commander was that bad...
<T-BoneSK> I never thought it was obscene...  Obscene...  ::snorts::  Buncha stuffed shirts anyways...  ::looks around with his visor::
<RazorSK> :checks out with his::  Okay....they're not there...yet...
<T-BoneSK> Good.  So, which base we holin' up in this evening?  ::is noting the darkening sky::
<RazorSK> ::looks out and around:: I think the only way we can get back to the hangar is through the swamp...
<T-BoneSK> ::growls:: Which means we hole up in the swamp...  ::reaches out to grab the front of Razor's shirt:: The tree... We hole up in the usual tree.... not that miserable little hole you like so much out by the bog...
<RazorSK> ::blinks:: That's....a very good idea. You c'n leggo of me, now.
<T-BoneSK> Oh.  ::sets him back down::
<RazorSK> Thank you. ::checks out: Okay...you ready, then?
<T-BoneSK> Sorry...  Just the thought of gettin' the leeches outta my fur makes me edgy.
<T-BoneSK> Any time.
<RazorSK> Hey. Is it my fault you got too close to them the last time?
<T-BoneSK> We were in a nest.... and you put us...  ::freezes:: Company!  ::shoves Razor away and backflips as a beam slices between them::
<RazorSK> ::tumbles into the mud and jerks up:: Crud! ::fires a shot blindly towards the fog::
<RazorSK> T-Bone!? ::looks around::
<T-BoneSK> ::over the radio::  I see three in the trees to the left....
<T-BoneSK> ::aims his glovatrix, blaster in his right hand::
<RazorSK> I'll take 'em from the left...::crawls towards the trunk of the tree, without making any noise he hopes::
<T-BoneSK> ::quietly:: Roger.  ::levels the blaster on the foliage to the cloaked figures' right, slides it to max, and blasts away to draw their attention::
<RazorSK> <figures> ::look towards his direction:: 
<RazorSK> ::scampers up the tree and fires three times::
<T-BoneSK> ::dodges fire they manage to get off::
<RazorSK> <Figures> ::fall into the mud, lifeless::
<T-BoneSK> ::dashes up to them and begins a thorough frisking::
<T-BoneSK> ::checks them first::  ::to Razor::  You got 'em...  ::continues digging for equipment, weapons, whatnot::
<RazorSK> :breathes a sigh of relief::
<RazorSK> ::checks his Glovatrix:: That's enough fer me...I'm nearly outta missiles...
<T-BoneSK> ::to guys::  Pardon me...  ::strips off one's cloaking suit and examines it::  Hey, bud..  ::is suddenly excited::  This one might still work!  ::they've never managed to get a working cloaking suit as shooting the wearer tends to kill the circuits::
<T-BoneSK> Lookit this...  ::stretches it out on the soggy ground::
<RazorSK> Great. ::takes a look at it:: I think I c'n fix it up...just hafta look over the wires....::starts to look at wires here and there and what not::
<T-BoneSK> Perfect!  ::beams merrily and proceeds to pocket every blaster and knife he finds::
<T-BoneSK> ::inhales suddenly:: And.... even better!  My ship has come in!!!!!!  ::holds one guy's rations aloft revealing a can of tuna::
<RazorSK> ::laughs:: Make sure you don' eat it all. ::takes out a Swiss Army Knife and uses the pliers::
<T-BoneSK> Yeah, yeah..  I'll give you some...
<RazorSK> And it better be 50/50! The last 60/40 wasn't fair!
<T-BoneSK> Right, right...  Wanna knife?  ::holds out a foot-long, serated blade::
<RazorSK> ::blinks:: No, thank you. You give that back to Aladdin.
<RazorSK> ::sparks fly:: Ah ha!
<RazorSK> I believe it's working...
<T-BoneSK> Hrm...  ::sets it in the mud::  ::pause:: Really?!
<RazorSK> ::picks it up and shows it off with a smirk::
<T-BoneSK> Hmm...  That color just isn't you...
<T-BoneSK> It doesn't bring out your eyes...  ::is smirking::
<RazorSK> You just wait when you can't see me...THEN you can't complain about my fashion. ::grin::
<T-BoneSK> ::sticks his tongue out::  So, make with the disappearing act...  ::taps his visor back down::  I'll see yer heat anyways...
<RazorSK> Here goes...::taps a few buttons and is incognito:: Now you see me....now you don't.
<T-BoneSK> ::lifts the visor a hair, removing the infrared image::  No kiddin'....
<RazorSK> ::grins and slips up behind him when the visor's up, pokes him in the ribs::
<T-BoneSK> Hey! ::jumps::
<RazorSK> ::chuckles:: Are you too tense, buddy?
<T-BoneSK> Not to be in a swamp full a' guys out to kill me, no.
<RazorSK> ::laughs and reappears:: That was fun.
<T-BoneSK> I can tell...
<RazorSK> ::smirks:: C'mon. Let's get back before those things are on our tails.
<T-BoneSK> ::nods and stands::  Think I've got all we can use here...
<RazorSK> Yeah. Let's get going. 

Session Close: Fri Apr 07 01:39:35 2000