Post by tinfoilman on Jan 10, 2010 21:18:24 GMT -5
Part 1: Incorrect Hypothesis
(Music)
Huddled together aboard the Liberty Battleship was a large group of Anode Dweevils, one gripping a flashlight with its two front legs.
"... and then, miraculously, the television turned back on, smack-dab in the middle of a power outage! And whose scary face should appear but... oppression's!"
"AAH!" all the other Dweevils screamed at once.
"THE HORROR!" a particularly cliché-loving Dweevil cried out.
"It didn't actually happen, oppression doesn't exist, liberty, liberty, liberty..." the others mumbled to themselves in an effort to calm down.
"GWAR HAR HAR!" the story-telling Dweevil guffawed. "You shoulda seen the looks on your faces! Pricel-OOF!" He was interrupted by a smack on the back.
"It's bad enough that we attack at night, but you have to scare the boys senseless?" said the perpetrator. It was none other than Captain Armand, fearless leader of the Dweevils. "If there was truly liberty for all, we wouldn't be attacking at 3 o'clock in the fuc-*RUMBLE* morning!"
He reached down and pulled his walkie-talkie (the source of the rumble) out of its pocket in his armour.
"Claisen! Just speaking about your mission! Is the island in sight?"
"Yes," replied the voice from the other side of the line. "I am determining the location of their ships as we speak. As I suspected, they would be asleep, and our Jammer Sub keeps us cloaked in case of radar. Ready your cannons, Armand."
"Yes! For LIBERTY! ARM THE CANNONS FOR LIBERTY! FOR LIBERTY! FOR LIB-"
"Turn off your walkie-talkie, Armand. Oh, and by the way... send me your casualties... I want to know how the arachnids fare in combat."
- - -
(Music)
All was quiet at the Imperial base. A few guards strolled aimlessly around the buildings, some were wide awake for the night shift at the Radar Cube, and still others were crashed at the controls of their base defences. Inside, troops were uncomfortably nestled into their cots, dreaming of better beds, food, and living conditions. Vance Hubbs, commander of the Guard, dreamt of poorer beds, food, and living conditions for the troops, all to save a buck or two. Well, Vance did dream of such idle fantasies until he was rudely awoken by a very nervous White Pikmin.
"What could possibly be so important that you have to wake me up at... three in the morning to tell me? If it's my mother again, tell her I'm doing fine and the boys are great and that I got her last swea-"
"We're under attack," the Pikmin stated bluntly.
"Oh... well, she can get pretty aggressive, so you can just hang up on her if you don't want to list-"
"From real enemies. With Battleships and aerial units."
"... Well then. I guess I better get out of my pajamas!"
- - -
(Music)
Claisen could not hold in a slight smirk as he saw his battleships begin to tear into the enemies ships. Unfortunately, the Imperial Guard must have detected the intruders earlier, and the base roared to life, troops scrambling out of the docks and into their own ships. This wiped the smile straight off of the mad scientist's face. He had planned to avoid all detection in order to eliminate the enemy ships before they had time to react. Would he change his plans to factor in this unexpected outcome?
- - -
Hachi, you planned on avoiding detection with a Jammer Sub. But you sent in a helicopter to see where the boats were. I figured that the Radar Cube (or whatever its called) would detect that and that WD's men would begin to mobilize. You still have a slight time advantage.
Feel free to send in updated plans.
Sorry that this took so long. There's been at least three days this past week where I haven't been able to access a computer at all (including yesterday) so that's mainly why it's been six days since WD gave me his plans.
(Music)
Huddled together aboard the Liberty Battleship was a large group of Anode Dweevils, one gripping a flashlight with its two front legs.
"... and then, miraculously, the television turned back on, smack-dab in the middle of a power outage! And whose scary face should appear but... oppression's!"
"AAH!" all the other Dweevils screamed at once.
"THE HORROR!" a particularly cliché-loving Dweevil cried out.
"It didn't actually happen, oppression doesn't exist, liberty, liberty, liberty..." the others mumbled to themselves in an effort to calm down.
"GWAR HAR HAR!" the story-telling Dweevil guffawed. "You shoulda seen the looks on your faces! Pricel-OOF!" He was interrupted by a smack on the back.
"It's bad enough that we attack at night, but you have to scare the boys senseless?" said the perpetrator. It was none other than Captain Armand, fearless leader of the Dweevils. "If there was truly liberty for all, we wouldn't be attacking at 3 o'clock in the fuc-*RUMBLE* morning!"
He reached down and pulled his walkie-talkie (the source of the rumble) out of its pocket in his armour.
"Claisen! Just speaking about your mission! Is the island in sight?"
"Yes," replied the voice from the other side of the line. "I am determining the location of their ships as we speak. As I suspected, they would be asleep, and our Jammer Sub keeps us cloaked in case of radar. Ready your cannons, Armand."
"Yes! For LIBERTY! ARM THE CANNONS FOR LIBERTY! FOR LIBERTY! FOR LIB-"
"Turn off your walkie-talkie, Armand. Oh, and by the way... send me your casualties... I want to know how the arachnids fare in combat."
- - -
(Music)
All was quiet at the Imperial base. A few guards strolled aimlessly around the buildings, some were wide awake for the night shift at the Radar Cube, and still others were crashed at the controls of their base defences. Inside, troops were uncomfortably nestled into their cots, dreaming of better beds, food, and living conditions. Vance Hubbs, commander of the Guard, dreamt of poorer beds, food, and living conditions for the troops, all to save a buck or two. Well, Vance did dream of such idle fantasies until he was rudely awoken by a very nervous White Pikmin.
"What could possibly be so important that you have to wake me up at... three in the morning to tell me? If it's my mother again, tell her I'm doing fine and the boys are great and that I got her last swea-"
"We're under attack," the Pikmin stated bluntly.
"Oh... well, she can get pretty aggressive, so you can just hang up on her if you don't want to list-"
"From real enemies. With Battleships and aerial units."
"... Well then. I guess I better get out of my pajamas!"
- - -
(Music)
Claisen could not hold in a slight smirk as he saw his battleships begin to tear into the enemies ships. Unfortunately, the Imperial Guard must have detected the intruders earlier, and the base roared to life, troops scrambling out of the docks and into their own ships. This wiped the smile straight off of the mad scientist's face. He had planned to avoid all detection in order to eliminate the enemy ships before they had time to react. Would he change his plans to factor in this unexpected outcome?
- - -
Hachi, you planned on avoiding detection with a Jammer Sub. But you sent in a helicopter to see where the boats were. I figured that the Radar Cube (or whatever its called) would detect that and that WD's men would begin to mobilize. You still have a slight time advantage.
Feel free to send in updated plans.
Sorry that this took so long. There's been at least three days this past week where I haven't been able to access a computer at all (including yesterday) so that's mainly why it's been six days since WD gave me his plans.
