Blobby's ship also spun round and round, but he was helpless. His cell phone flew out of his hand and punched the eject button, losing the back bit of the ship, leaving only the blue escape pod (with arms).
Blobby caught the cell phone and tried to eject the arms. He missed the button and hit the intercom.
Blobby threw his cell phone again at the release arms button, and instead hit the "Bring arms in". Due to the laws of physics, it caused both spaceships to come together with a big *CLANK*.
The garbage container fell over, splattering the entire control room with garbage.
*Random use of intercom* Handel: Greetings to all beings, sentient and non! I am Handel Coretti! I represent a super massive and awesome crime syndicate of no real title! I am what others could call a "Klievmann"! We Klievmann are shorter than humans! But we're better nonetheless! I travel, collecting henchmen for my crime syndicate and killing my opponents! None can stop me! Few will actually try! And I- *KZZZZRKKK-INTERCOM OFFLINE* Heckler: Mr. Coretti, we seem to be low on fuel, energy, and food. Please refrain from use of intercom except for emergency uses. Handel: Ugh. Heckler, you stupid robot! You're not supposed to interfere with my fun! Heckler: My duty is to keep you alive. If you keep talking, we'll run out of oxygen. So...shut up.
I am the restless haunt of DBF.
I'm in ur walls, eetin' ur pilloes! So get away from mah corn! I'm in ur cornfield, WHISPERING IN UR EARS!!!
OOC: My spaceship had disconnected from yours. But I guess my post wasn't clear. So I took out that bit, deleted my confusion post, and pasted the removed material here. The status quo, as of the end of this post, is our ships are disconnected, yours still holding my ripped off heat shield.
I punched the rotation harder. 100 RPM 500 RPM 1000 RPM
Faster and faster I made the craft go... 10,000 RPM 90,000 RPM
I pushed harder, the metal of the console flexing under the strain, with me hoping it made any difference at all. Soon, something would have to give 100,000 RPM
The world grew darker. Little bright lights appeared. Little stars pressing in.
200,000 RPM
SNAP!
And that would be my heat shield coming off...
Quickly I tried to stabilize my little can's flight, but it was in vain. We hurtled out so quickly we outstripped the wave made by my alcubierre drive and it collapsed. We flew through space, rotating madly, and hurtling at unfathomable speeds. There was nothing keeping us from slagging in an atmospheric entry, the ship was almost out of fuel, and we were spinning through space. All alone...
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
Chance is an amazing force. It can make you ruler of an empire, or the lowest of the low. Chance seemed to want us to live. My ship, upon breaking away from the other ship, headed at a perfect entry trajectory for landing on a small, possibly inhabited moon. I turned autopilot on, we needed this landing to go well...
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
The booth-thing appeared on a desert land. A planet was visible in the distance. Man: That's the last time I let you touch the controls, Amy. Girl: OK.... Man: Now to take care of our friend he- Suddenly a giant coke can flew out of nowhere, visible far away in the sky. Man: Let's go check that out. Amy: What about this guy, Doctor? Doctor: I... suppose we'll take care of him later. Follow me. We started walking towards the direction the can had gone in.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
"#@%&&$%@#$#! WHAT IS UP WITH THIS CONSTANT BEEPING!!!"
I ran, one again, to the main monitor. My crash landing had gone considerably well, considering I had almost nill propulsion. Maybe autopilot was a good thing after all. At the main monitor, I saw an odd message.
Attention! Unnatural activity: Interruptions in time and space detected. Commands: \Learn More \Dismiss
I entered "\Learn More" into the old console.
Error No -1.#IND Context specific data not available
Great... Not only was it giving me a mysterious message, this message had no further information, and in fact called an erroneous error number!
There's only one way to find out about the unknown. Go and explore.
"Hitch hikers! There's some Ramen up front, I'll be right back!"
Last Edit: Sept 30, 2010 23:33:08 GMT by microfarad
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
We continued to walk towards the can, getting quite close. I saw a alien thing come out of the can. I almost freaked out, but the man calmed me down. Eventually, we walked close enough to talk to the alien.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
I looked in to the engine room and saw a small android standing there, looking rather confused and holding a paper towel in his hand. The color of this paper towel was quite disconcerting because it was also the exact same green as the Lime Jello that i always used as a growth medium for my experiments. This particular paper towel seemed to be squirming. I was pretty certain that paper towels the color of lime Jello were NOT supposed to squirm, but then, what do I know about lime Jello colored paper towels?
"Hey! Do you live here?" "I'm Ethan, a Faridian." "We crash landed here after... I'm not sure exactly what happened..." "Who are you, do you live here?"
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
The man replied. "I'm Doctor Who, a time traveler. After Amelia- Amy: Amy! Man: Amy Pond here decided she could take the controls, our time machine ended up here. And no, we don't live here. Amy: And... this guy here, She pointed to me Amy: We found when he entered our time machine. She turned to me. Amy: Why did you get on the TARDIS anyway? Me: Tardies? What? You mean the booth? I thought it was a phone booth.
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Chance... It is a glorious thing. I'll let MF have the rest of the monologe. Which he already posted.
By pure chance, as Blobby cleaned the ship (and forgot to turn on antipilot), it started falling towards a moon. Notable features: A big broken coke can, probably the ship he saw earlier, a phone booth, a Faridian, Ford Prefect, and four ... things. Blobby couldn't see them, of course, as there was a big heat shield in front of him.
By coincidence, the remainder of his ship crashed onto the moon moments after he did.
Blobby exitted the spaceship and asked the Faridian, "Is this your heat shield?"
"That's the ship that grabbed a hold of us! Doctor Who, Amy, I suggest we run."
It was probably a stupid thing to do. I ran back to my ship, grabbed a hover scooter, and began to zip away across the small moon's undisturbed landscape. I don't know what I was thinking, my space suit didn't have much life support. I would hardly survive two days alone on this rock. But, I did it, and fled from the scene in a cloud of silty moon dust.
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!
New Race : Eldar Description : Roughly Humanoid in form, range to 13 feet in tallness. 400 Pounds average in human measure. 2 red eyes. And extremely pretty to the human eye. As well as any other alien to look upon them. They pilot ships shaped like Creepers throughout the space realm. They also put on traditional hats shaped like anuses on their heads- Nevermind.
IN SPACE SOMEWHERE!
Omni : Alright, we got it, pull in the space ship into port.
Flight Landerman Dude : Aight sir, we're in. Landing.
The thin atmosphere whirled up clouds of dust as I went. I turned my heating coils down to conserve energy, but now the coldness was setting in. Old song lyrics fluttered in my head.
Hallo spaceboy, you're sleepy now
But Moondust will cover you Cover you This chaos is killing me
Your silhouette is so stationary
This chaos is killing me This chaos is killing me
Moondust will cover you
Moondust will cover you
Moondust will cover you
And then, I fell asleep. I'm not exactly sure what happened next. But I was lying in the moon dust. It felt so warm, like a down comforter...
___! ___! (s)he's our (gal/man) if (s)he can't do it no one (shall/can)!