Star ***king, Across the Universe
Jun. 30th, 2005 12:21 pmvia
jenni_talula:
These are the voyages of The Lying Bastard, it's five year mission, to seek out strange new life forms, and fuck them. To boldly do what no man, or woman for that matter, has done before
An Avon-like Mundens stands, dressed in black, with his hands clasped behind his back.
Odd noises can be heard from the weapons locker as
taniwha_nz indulges her technology fetish. The rest of the crew lie in a tangled mess on leather sofas in their mandatory uniforms, some more comfortably than others. Mundens addresses the ships computer.
"Slave, activate the prophylactic force shield, prepare the forward squirrel projectors, and accelerate to ramming speed!"
"Program repeated insertion maneuveurs targetting their forward docking bay until we break their defensive diaphragm, and then fire the squirrel projectors."
He makes a fist and moves it upwards in the ancient Roman symbol and cries "We'll fill their every cavity with squirrels!"
The rest of the crew briefly look up from the tangle of limbs of the sofa and raise a half-hearted and rather bored cheer.
evie_fae, whose mandatory uniform seems to be made of less materiel than everyone else's, is definitely better tailored than
eloieli's, but still has arms, unlike
jarratt_gray's, stretches languidly, providing the obligatory cheescake shot for the scene.
Mundens gleefully examines the holographic projector which shows the trajectory of the microphone-shaped "Lying Bastard" as it accelerates towards forward docking bay of the waiting alien ship, which is nestled between two large protrusions that might be engine nacelles or landing legs, and bears a striking resemblance to an H.R.Giger design.
"Are you sure that's wise, Master? Should we be making such penetrative contract without first ascertaining what this species wants? Remember the Prime Directive!" says the obsequious
micheal_gabriel-voice of the ships computer.
"Wise?" shouts Mundens. "Wise??!! If I was wise I would have fucking well disconnected you when I first boarded this bucket of bolts. I don't care what they want, I'm in charge, and I know what I want! Fuck the Prime Directive, and fuck that alien ship!"
"Yes, Master" says the ship's computer with a sigh.
"Let's do it to them before they do it to us!" cries Mundens, an unholy glee filling his eyes as another innocent alien vessel falls afoul of the galaxy-wide ravages of the Lying Bastard and it's crew.
These are the voyages of The Lying Bastard, it's five year mission, to seek out strange new life forms, and fuck them. To boldly do what no man, or woman for that matter, has done before
An Avon-like Mundens stands, dressed in black, with his hands clasped behind his back.
Odd noises can be heard from the weapons locker as
"Slave, activate the prophylactic force shield, prepare the forward squirrel projectors, and accelerate to ramming speed!"
"Program repeated insertion maneuveurs targetting their forward docking bay until we break their defensive diaphragm, and then fire the squirrel projectors."
He makes a fist and moves it upwards in the ancient Roman symbol and cries "We'll fill their every cavity with squirrels!"
The rest of the crew briefly look up from the tangle of limbs of the sofa and raise a half-hearted and rather bored cheer.
Mundens gleefully examines the holographic projector which shows the trajectory of the microphone-shaped "Lying Bastard" as it accelerates towards forward docking bay of the waiting alien ship, which is nestled between two large protrusions that might be engine nacelles or landing legs, and bears a striking resemblance to an H.R.Giger design.
"Are you sure that's wise, Master? Should we be making such penetrative contract without first ascertaining what this species wants? Remember the Prime Directive!" says the obsequious
"Wise?" shouts Mundens. "Wise??!! If I was wise I would have fucking well disconnected you when I first boarded this bucket of bolts. I don't care what they want, I'm in charge, and I know what I want! Fuck the Prime Directive, and fuck that alien ship!"
"Yes, Master" says the ship's computer with a sigh.
"Let's do it to them before they do it to us!" cries Mundens, an unholy glee filling his eyes as another innocent alien vessel falls afoul of the galaxy-wide ravages of the Lying Bastard and it's crew.