The Galactic Bash Story Thread

[mac5732]

SJ, tks for including the thread into your links, that was very nice of you to do

just some ideas mac

[Saxon]

Of course I have pulled, what do you think rabbits do with their spare time? Sigh, the truth is that best I have done so far is a blind date tonight and lunch tomorrow with the woman who took the elephant kissing photo.

Great One Buffy, ruler of all the Fluffy Bunnies, was contentedly chewing on a carrot. The carrot was developing a very sharp point and Buffy was developing a very evil grin. The map of the Empire was spread before Buffy and suddenly, the carrot was trust into a neighboring start system.

“There is were we shall prosper!” shouted Buffy. The servants jumped up and down clapping their tiny paws together; the Great One had spoken. The Species would be put on double shift, working 36 hours a day and the great migration would begin. Many would die gloriously in the factories, and even more from lack of sleep, but Buffy’s will would be followed.

Buffy picked up a sprig of parsley and began chewing on it. For days afterwards, the Great One could be heard muttering “I wonder what basil would taste like? I must find some. And perhaps some catnip.”

[mac5732]

Lt. Commander "IhamNobody", of Tka-Chik gp-scout 1, was sitting in his captains chair watching his display of his surroundings. "Damn Computer glitches, this is the 3rd time in the Last life cycle that the stupid system went down. Can't our beloved researchers get the bugs out of this thing," he thought as he belched a large sigh. "I had to use message drones to send back to the Admiralty with updates on our discoveries. Sometimes I wonder who side they are on he contemplated".

Lt. Commander IhamNobody, dwelled on the orders he received from his superiors. Seek out colonizable planets in adjacent systems especially to be on the lookout for those with ancient ruins that may contain advanced knowledge. The colonies were a necessity in order for his race to continue in the Quest thru the outer reaches of the Universe. They needed to establish bases from which to launch new and more ships in furtherance of their mandate from His Most Illustrious Twixle the 4th.

The only problem he thought, what if we find another space faring race, do we trade, talk or fight, he muld over in his mind. The reprecussions could be catistrophic if they were found to be warlike. With that in mind, he ordered his communitcation officer, "WeAreOne" to prepare several drones for instant release, in case that should happen with their current location. He was just getting up from his chair when ....

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from history of Tka-Chik Empire

[ZeroAdunn]

Emperor Kilbot 9000 stood before the assembly. The great hall was filled with Generals, Admirals, Armidillos, Alcaholics, and a couple of out of work actors from crappy fox sitcoms who had wandered in from across the street. They were all here to hear Kilbot 9000 speak about the current state of affairs in the Empire of Overworked and Underpaid robots. The empire was large, as most robots work far to many hours, and very few of them get paid with anything other than some power cells and oil, which most nations were cutting back on due to the recent rise in oil prices because some idiot, when asked if he wanted to Uninstall Windows or destroy the greater portion of the Milky Way galaxy chose to destroy the greater portion of the milkway galaxy.... But that is a whole nother story...

Anywho, he stood before the assembled crowd, all thirty four and a half of them and said, "Shhh,"

A great chear arose from the crowd. If kilbot 9000 had been built with a mouth, or any sort of externally movable port for that matter, he would have smilled, or at least moved. When the chearing had finally died the audiance stood in quiet awe of Kilbot 9000's greatness, they silently stood, waiting for what their great leader would say next....

And then it happened, Kilbot 9000 in all his glower said, "Ping," and two small pieces of toast came popping out of his top. The crowd went into a frenzy, with their glorious leader's immense knowledge and incredible military prowess leading them, the great Empire of Overworked and Underpaid robots would go onto victory. Nothing could stop an army of 550,000 robots and two out of work actors from a crappy fox sitcom! The future looked very bright, very bright indeed.

[tesco samoa]

Alais Tesco cannot load game so no story... but he will add some later

[mac5732]

IhamNobody was jolted out of his seat by WeAreOne, sir, our computers system is down again, we can't make transit thru the wormhole.. IhamNobody just looked at him with an undescribable look upon his countenance, What the H... do you mean their down again??? All I can tell you sir is that they are stating things which make no sense and we can't set up our jump coordinates until we get them straightened out.
IhamNobody just looked at him, Damn these darn computers, its like they have a life of their own, these good for nothing piles of mechanical junk, just sitting there smiling at us knowing they got us by the b...., some day, some day you piece of garbage, you will get your uppance, he thought quietly to himself. "WeAreOne, let me know the minute those systems come up, in the meantime I'll be in my cabin working one of my research projects with ensign "IamSweet", with that Capt. IhamNobody left the bridge with a spring in his step, at least something is going right he smiled to himself.....

If the Essance was human it would have sprouted a huge grin. Aha these puny beings think they are the smartest creatures in the Universe, if they only knew, it thought, with what could have been construed as a mechanical chuckle. Oh my my, the poor things can't transit, my goodness, what a shame.. heh, heh, it computed to itself. Let them try and figure it out the brainless wonders. It'll take them sometime to find that loose wire, in the meantime, that old pudgy captain is going to do research again is he, if he only knew that something was watching his every move, ha, ha, ha, it buzzed to itself in mirth. I wonder what new concoctions him and that new ensign IamSweet will come up with this time, the old buzzard, he acts like he's a young sprout again. Sigh, I hope we find some mechanical life forms on this trip that I can communcate with for once, the essance contemplated to itself while making the connections to the Capt's cabin, its boring watching.... what the... I didn't know creatures could do that sort of ..........

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from the History of the Tka-Chik Empire

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[Growltigga]

Growltigga put the seat down and pulled the chain, the pleasant ripple of cacading water echoed through the room. "Damn" he thought, "I really must get one of those new heating devices for the seat of the Imperial Throne" - Growltigga folded up his copy of the Alliance Times and strode out to his dressing room. Today was a big day for the Alliance, a great day for the Alliance and Growltigga knew that he should dress for the occassion.

Some races had a World Cup for football or baseball, some races had the National Kabaddi Championships, some porky buggers even had sumo wrestling but Growltigga the Great knew that all these sports paled into insigificance beside the Growltigga Alliance's triennial sporting extravaganza.

"Yes" thought the Great Kat, "this years Slaughter of the Line Dancers is going tobe truly magnificant"

[mac5732]

The essance was in the process of trying to eliminate the moisture that had formed on its internal wiring after watching the barbaric and repulsive activities that it had observed in the Captians cabin. These creatures are beyond belief it thought to itself, I need complete overall before this rust bucket proceeds into the unknown universe. hmmmm, I think if I just tweak this here and this and.....

WeAreOne notified his captain that repairs on the systems were out of the question. They would have to return to Planet #1 for a complete reconstruction of the computer systems. "Its like the damn thing had a life of its own" WeAreOne mumbled to himself as the course change was instituted back to Planet#1. Its almost like its possessed of some type of demononic essance he thought as he sat back into his chair..

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from the history of the Tka-Chik Empire

[Gryphin]

2380.20
“Cool, is that a sure thing? The body language could not hide elated feelings of the High Researcher of Population and Society”.

“You can tell The High Gryphin it is a sure thing”. The Lead Engineer in charge of Living / Crew Quarters on the colony ship was clearly bursting with pride. “60 million Gryphins will be able to live cramped but ok for at least 12 nruts, That is enough to cross our star system 6 times at 3 erauqs per nrut. At that rate we can move 60 million Gryphins off planet every other nrut. The people will be able to breed like the mytho Yiffies”.
HRPs clicked cautiously, “And the dedicated transport ships you’re your group is working on”?, it was clear he was almost afraid to ask.

“It will be able to move 360 million Gryphins at a time”, came the very satisfied clicks and feathers rustle. “Do you know if they have made a decision on the extra nesting space on the Space Yards”?
HRPs replyed with a clear shrug, “”They” have decided the extra month to complete the SYs would take too long. It is better to get these Yiffies off to another world”

Ailat ran the numbers through her system again. This time stretching the time period out over 24 nruts. It was clear. Build the Colony ships with the planet based ship yards and build the rest of the ship yards with the new ship yard they were working now.
Two more clicks and the file was sent.
“Glad to have that done, Now for a long weekend starting with a few stouts at the Aggit head Cantinna

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