Shipping itP II: Scourge of the Seven Seas

[CurlyKitGirl]

That one did not have a happy ending (not for the real me, anyway).

I also thought the Lady in Red was written from the perspective of a spurned lover. Never thought it had a happy ending.

Huh. In that case, I claim your cookies anyway and I turn to my literary muses!

[DraPrime]

So I've only just now discovered this thread, and I'm starting to wonder, has there been any shipping involving me and FF Fanboy? Confess now and I won't hurt you too badly

[Cristo Meyers]

Have you given permission?

[DraPrime]

Have you given permission?

Noooooooooooo....

Is it needed? I remember quite a few times people saying something like "quick! To the shipping thread with FF Fanboy and DP". I'm curious if anything came from that.

[CurlyKitGirl]

No permission, no ships.
Post permission here or in the permission thread s'il vous plait.

[Dallas-Dakota]

OK.

I promised Phoe the sequel this weekend.
So within the next 26 hours there will be a sequel to the phoe/sweetrein fic.

[Mr. Moon]

Eh, there's no way I'm gonna read all the stories. Maybe I'll do it later.[/totalynotprocrastinating]

Besides. I've written a couple stories I wanna post. So here we go.

So this one is about a guy none of you have ever heard of. He's a lurker I've been talking to, and I kinda wanted to write on for him. And since it felt weird to pair him up with one of you guys, I just paired him with myself, although that feels weird too... :smallshrug:

Untitled (aren't I creative? )
NanoxMoon Called (I've got permission from Nano to use him)

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Nano could have kept his headset off that day. He could have simply used the screen, and just read the transcripts of the conversations, like he usually did. But he'd stumbled across the thread, and her problem had clicked with him. Nano had donned his headset, and plugged it into the screen. In front of him, a loading screen flashed into existence, quickly counting up to one-hundred, before jumping to show the brown logo, which in turn faded into the tan gateways. A second later, the area was filled with avatars, some of whom were standing off to the corner, holding private conversations, others hurrying between the gates, walking through the ornate structures and disappearing. Instead of walking through one of the arches, Nano turned and reached into the air, plucking a file out of nowhere and opening it. He reached in with one hand, and pulled out a sheet of white paper, and placed it in the air. A small keyboard glowed beneath the paper, which he began to type on.

~*****~

Moon Called rubbed at her nose, leaving a trail of slime on her sleeve. She was posting from school, so she couldn't put on her headset, although she wished she could. She would give anything for a hug right now. She drafted up another post, rubbed some wetness from her eye, and hit submit. The new page loaded, and she blinked as she saw the dark one that had appeared in her new PM notice. She sniffled, and clicked on it. Bor, perhaps? She wasn't surprised at the PM, she got a lot of them. But she blinked when she saw the name of the sender. Nano? She'd never heard of him. With a mental shrug, Moon Called opened the PM and read it.

~****~

Nano looked up from his corner, listening in on the You thread, as a soft beep played in his earphones, which made him jump a little. He'd never heard it before. He glanced around, drawing some glances from the forum giants, one of whom made a joke about lurkers, and everyone laughed. Nano blushed, looking away - and spotted the message in the corner of his screen. He had a PM? He left the You thread, and plucked the message out of the folder, grinning when he saw who had written it. She'd replied!

~****~

A few weeks passed. Moon Called was feeling better, and that made Nano glad. The pair were walking down the Town, after joking about video games over hot chocolate. They were headed down to the docks, where they'd be meeting up with Bushranger, who'd Moon Called been dying to introduce to Nano. They walked down the cobbled path, stopping to say hi to a few people every now and then. Suddenly, Moon Called turned, and gave one of her ear-shattering squees. "Look, Nano! Jibar plushies!" The girl was pointing at a window, where a stuffed catmuffin was on display. "Come on, I have to get one." She grinned, and lead the lurker into the shop.

While Moon Called looked through the plushies, Nano poked around the merchandise, and was reaching for a copy of AMEN: The Game, only to discover that Moon Called had found the perfect Jibar and was looking at the video game to. They both blushed as their hands brushed each other. "Oh, umm... Are you ready to go?" Nano asked, filling in the awkward silence.
"Oh, yeah. Just need to pay." Moon Called turned her face so her hair covered her pink cheeks, turning to the counter, where an amused Townie took her gold and offered her a nice day. The pair walked out of the store, still in an awkward silence.
"You know," Nano offered after a few minutes. "For every awkward silence, a gay baby is born."
"Is that how babbys formed, then?" The pair laughed, the nervousness of the moment broken.

Nano smiled at his companion, who smiled back. The lurker was glad that he had sent Moon Called that PM. She made him... happy? No, it felt like more than that...

Spaceranger
Part I
Cast
Bushranger - Ship's Captain (Special permission has been given for me to use him.)
Castaras - Navigator and Communications
Moon Called - Pilot, fighter pilot.
Curly - Weapons
Nexus - Engineer
DRider - Back-up pilot, in charge of sales and trading (doesn't appear in this one, sorry.)
The Grace - A trading ship.
And Guest-Staring Magtok.

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"Code red! I repeat, this is a code red!" Castaras' cool voice came over the intercom, and Bushranger froze. "Incoming enemy star ships. They are charging their weapons."

Bushranger swore, pushing off the wall and darting through the zero-gravity air over to his captain's seat, located in the center of the ship. He strapped himself in, and pushed a sequence of buttons on his right arm rest, his fingers flying with a much-practised efficiency, activating the intercom between him and his younger sister. A small screen appeared to his right, showing Castaras, her fingers flying over her control panel in the navigations deck. "Castaras, can you identify the hostels?"

"Sorry, bro. They're jamming my signal." Castaras' voice was strained as she split her focus. "Want me to hail them?"

"Please." Bushranger nodded, and even as he did so a new screen opened to the right of Castaras, showing Moon Called.

"What's going on? Should I intercept them, onichan?" The dark skinned girl looked concerned, a grease stain running down the side of her face.

"NO!" Bushranger shouted, and regretted it immediately. "Not yet, Moon Called. We don't know what they are, let alone how many. I'm not risking my best pilot."

Moon Called frowned. "Keep me informed." She said, her voice a warning tone. "You remember what happened last time?"

"Bushranger! They aren't responding to my hails!" Castaras' interrupted, looking up from her controls. "They're firing!" Castaras' words were punctuated by a sharp lurch in the ship as the blasts hit it's hull. "Minimal damage! It hit our deflectors, but it drained them sharply."

"Should I fire back?" This demand came from Curly, whose comm screen appeared, transmitting from the weapons deck at the front of the ship.

"No! Moon Called, turn off auto-pilot and take evasive manoeuvers. Castaras, keep trying to hail them. Curly, DO NOT FIRE."

"On it!" "Right away!" The pair responded at the same time, their comm windows flickering and disappearing as they got to work. Curly replied with a sullen "Fine..." as hers flickered away. Bushranger's fingers flew over his control panel, and a screen opened in front of him that showed Moon Called's view of the area outside the ship as she . Four, five, no, seven? fighter pods were darting in, probing the ship with the occasional shots. After the third, a new comm screen opened in front of Bushranger. It was impossible to count them, they were moving to fast. Dammit, this was supposed to be just a shipping route! Fly to Cathatyr, drop off some goods, maybe find something to sell while they were there, then it was back to Saucri for their next to sell that, and see what they could find there to sell somewhere else. Getting attacked was not part of the job.

"Bushranger! I don't know if we can take much more of this!" This was Nexus, the engines visible from over his shoulder.

"These are your engines, Nexus. They can handle it." Bushranger assured his younger brother.

He was about to say more, when a light in front of him flashed, and Castaras' image appeared before him. "They're hailing!"

"On screen."

Castaras nodded and flipped a switch. In front of BR, his view of the space around them blinked, then shifted to show a figure, a black hood pulled over his head and casting his face in darkness. "Greetings, starship Grace. This is Overlord Magtok." The voice said, in a low, gritty voice. "You are flying in my space, without first seeking permission from myself, or one of my staff. I'm afraid this is... unforgivable."

"Look. Lord Maggot -"

"MagTOK!"

"My apologies, sir. Lord Magtok. We are traders. We were not aware that this portion of space had been taken control by yourself, and request permission to continue our course. Going around this sub-space hyperpass would use up fuel that we don't have. In return, we are willing to sell some of our goods to you, for a low price."

"Such as?"

"The finest proton-thrux crystals, mined from the moons of Xria three. We have three crates of them, which can be yours."

The robed figure was silent, then; "Denied. You have three thiraks to get out of my system, or I will send stronger ships after you."

"Understood, Lord Magtok. We apologize for this inconvenience."

"Yes," the voice had a wry tone to it, "that's what they all say, in the end. My fighter pods will escort you to my boundaries."

"Thank you, Lord Magtok." Bushranger nodded his head, respectively, as the overlord cut his signal, leaving the trader captain staring at a blank holoscreen. "By the Angels, that was painful. 'Thank you, Lord Magtok'. Oh, how that burns to say. Moon Called?"

"Yes, big brother?" Moon Called's comm screen appeared in front of Bushranger.

"Get us out of here. The fighter pods will escort us. Presumably, this means that they won't shoot at us."

"Yessir." Bushranger felt g-forces pull him to the side as Moon Called banked the ship, turning a smooth one-eighty. The captain frowned, as watched the silver ships guide the Grace back. Something was going on here. What was the robe figure hiding behind his border? What secrets lay under his robes?

Despite himself, Bushranger couldn't help but grin. Finally, an adventure!

The next one will be about someone other than me. I swear. Any ideas?

I can haz feedback plz?

[CurlyKitGirl]

Eh, there's no way I'm gonna read all the stories. Maybe I'll do it later.[/totalynotprocrastinating]

Besides. I've written a couple stories I wanna post. So here we go.

So this one is about a guy none of you have ever heard of. He's a lurker I've been talking to, and I kinda wanted to write on for him. And since it felt weird to pair him up with one of you guys, I just paired him with myself, although that feels weird too... :smallshrug:

Untitled (aren't I creative? )
NanoxMoon Called (I've got permission from Nano to use him)

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Nano could have kept his headset off that day. He could have simply used the screen, and just read the transcripts of the conversations, like he usually did. But he'd stumbled across the thread, and her problem had clicked with him. Nano had donned his headset, and plugged it into the screen. In front of him, a loading screen flashed into existence, quickly counting up to one-hundred, before jumping to show the brown logo, which in turn faded into the tan gateways. A second later, the area was filled with avatars, some of whom were standing off to the corner, holding private conversations, others hurrying between the gates, walking through the ornate structures and disappearing. Instead of walking through one of the arches, Nano turned and reached into the air, plucking a file out of nowhere and opening it. He reached in with one hand, and pulled out a sheet of white paper, and placed it in the air. A small keyboard glowed beneath the paper, which he began to type on.

~*****~

Moon Called rubbed at her nose, leaving a trail of slime on her sleeve. She was posting from school, so she couldn't put on her headset, although she wished she could. She would give anything for a hug right now. She drafted up another post, rubbed some wetness from her eye, and hit submit. The new page loaded, and she blinked as she saw the dark one that had appeared in her new PM notice. She sniffled, and clicked on it. Bor, perhaps? She wasn't surprised at the PM, she got a lot of them. But she blinked when she saw the name of the sender. Nano? She'd never heard of him. With a mental shrug, Moon Called opened the PM and read it.

~****~

Nano looked up from his corner, listening in on the You thread, as a soft beep played in his earphones, which made him jump a little. He'd never heard it before. He glanced around, drawing some glances from the forum giants, one of whom made a joke about lurkers, and everyone laughed. Nano blushed, looking away - and spotted the message in the corner of his screen. He had a PM? He left the You thread, and plucked the message out of the folder, grinning when he saw who had written it. She'd replied!

~****~

A few weeks passed. Moon Called was feeling better, and that made Nano glad. The pair were walking down the Town, after joking about video games over hot chocolate. They were headed down to the docks, where they'd be meeting up with Bushranger, who'd Moon Called been dying to introduce to Nano. They walked down the cobbled path, stopping to say hi to a few people every now and then. Suddenly, Moon Called turned, and gave one of her ear-shattering squees. "Look, Nano! Jibar plushies!" The girl was pointing at a window, where a stuffed catmuffin was on display. "Come on, I have to get one." She grinned, and lead the lurker into the shop.

While Moon Called looked through the plushies, Nano poked around the merchandise, and was reaching for a copy of AMEN: The Game, only to discover that Moon Called had found the perfect Jibar and was looking at the video game to. They both blushed as their hands brushed each other. "Oh, umm... Are you ready to go?" Nano asked, filling in the awkward silence.
"Oh, yeah. Just need to pay." Moon Called turned her face so her hair covered her pink cheeks, turning to the counter, where an amused Townie took her gold and offered her a nice day. The pair walked out of the store, still in an awkward silence.
"You know," Nano offered after a few minutes. "For every awkward silence, a gay baby is born."
"Is that how babbys formed, then?" The pair laughed, the nervousness of the moment broken.

Nano smiled at his companion, who smiled back. The lurker was glad that he had sent Moon Called that PM. She made him... happy? No, it felt like more than that...

Spaceranger
Part I
Cast
Bushranger - Ship's Captain (Special permission has been given for me to use him.)
Castaras - Navigator and Communications
Moon Called - Pilot, fighter pilot.
Curly - Weapons
Nexus - Engineer
DRider - Back-up pilot, in charge of sales and trading (doesn't appear in this one, sorry.)
The Grace - A trading ship.
And Guest-Staring Magtok.

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"Code red! I repeat, this is a code red!" Castaras' cool voice came over the intercom, and Bushranger froze. "Incoming enemy star ships. They are charging their weapons."

Bushranger swore, pushing off the wall and darting through the zero-gravity air over to his captain's seat, located in the center of the ship. He strapped himself in, and pushed a sequence of buttons on his right arm rest, his fingers flying with a much-practised efficiency, activating the intercom between him and his younger sister. A small screen appeared to his right, showing Castaras, her fingers flying over her control panel in the navigations deck. "Castaras, can you identify the hostels?"

"Sorry, bro. They're jamming my signal." Castaras' voice was strained as she split her focus. "Want me to hail them?"

"Please." Bushranger nodded, and even as he did so a new screen opened to the right of Castaras, showing Moon Called.

"What's going on? Should I intercept them, onichan?" The dark skinned girl looked concerned, a grease stain running down the side of her face.

"NO!" Bushranger shouted, and regretted it immediately. "Not yet, Moon Called. We don't know what they are, let alone how many. I'm not risking my best pilot."

Moon Called frowned. "Keep me informed." She said, her voice a warning tone. "You remember what happened last time?"

"Bushranger! They aren't responding to my hails!" Castaras' interrupted, looking up from her controls. "They're firing!" Castaras' words were punctuated by a sharp lurch in the ship as the blasts hit it's hull. "Minimal damage! It hit our deflectors, but it drained them sharply."

"Should I fire back?" This demand came from Curly, whose comm screen appeared, transmitting from the weapons deck at the front of the ship.

"No! Moon Called, turn off auto-pilot and take evasive manoeuvers. Castaras, keep trying to hail them. Curly, DO NOT FIRE."

"On it!" "Right away!" The pair responded at the same time, their comm windows flickering and disappearing as they got to work. Curly replied with a sullen "Fine..." as hers flickered away. Bushranger's fingers flew over his control panel, and a screen opened in front of him that showed Moon Called's view of the area outside the ship as she . Four, five, no, seven? fighter pods were darting in, probing the ship with the occasional shots. After the third, a new comm screen opened in front of Bushranger. It was impossible to count them, they were moving to fast. Dammit, this was supposed to be just a shipping route! Fly to Cathatyr, drop off some goods, maybe find something to sell while they were there, then it was back to Saucri for their next to sell that, and see what they could find there to sell somewhere else. Getting attacked was not part of the job.

"Bushranger! I don't know if we can take much more of this!" This was Nexus, the engines visible from over his shoulder.

"These are your engines, Nexus. They can handle it." Bushranger assured his younger brother.

He was about to say more, when a light in front of him flashed, and Castaras' image appeared before him. "They're hailing!"

"On screen."

Castaras nodded and flipped a switch. In front of BR, his view of the space around them blinked, then shifted to show a figure, a black hood pulled over his head and casting his face in darkness. "Greetings, starship Grace. This is Overlord Magtok." The voice said, in a low, gritty voice. "You are flying in my space, without first seeking permission from myself, or one of my staff. I'm afraid this is... unforgivable."

"Look. Lord Maggot -"

"MagTOK!"

"My apologies, sir. Lord Magtok. We are traders. We were not aware that this portion of space had been taken control by yourself, and request permission to continue our course. Going around this sub-space hyperpass would use up fuel that we don't have. In return, we are willing to sell some of our goods to you, for a low price."

"Such as?"

"The finest proton-thrux crystals, mined from the moons of Xria three. We have three crates of them, which can be yours."

The robed figure was silent, then; "Denied. You have three thiraks to get out of my system, or I will send stronger ships after you."

"Understood, Lord Magtok. We apologize for this inconvenience."

"Yes," the voice had a wry tone to it, "that's what they all say, in the end. My fighter pods will escort you to my boundaries."

"Thank you, Lord Magtok." Bushranger nodded his head, respectively, as the overlord cut his signal, leaving the trader captain staring at a blank holoscreen. "By the Angels, that was painful. 'Thank you, Lord Magtok'. Oh, how that burns to say. Moon Called?"

"Yes, big brother?" Moon Called's comm screen appeared in front of Bushranger.

"Get us out of here. The fighter pods will escort us. Presumably, this means that they won't shoot at us."

"Yessir." Bushranger felt g-forces pull him to the side as Moon Called banked the ship, turning a smooth one-eighty. The captain frowned, as watched the silver ships guide the Grace back. Something was going on here. What was the robe figure hiding behind his border? What secrets lay under his robes?

Despite himself, Bushranger couldn't help but grin. Finally, an adventure!

The next one will be about someone other than me. I swear. Any ideas?

I can haz feedback plz?

Amazing!
Especially the last one; will we be seeing Saur? Come on, we need the icy sarcasm of Saur; maybe as Maggums' second - in - command. They'd both hate it.
I look forward to the continuation of that fic.

[Mr. Moon]

It's a possibility. In fact... *scurries off, writting madly on a note-pad*

[Fan]

Noooooooooooo....

Is it needed? I remember quite a few times people saying something like "quick! To the shipping thread with FF Fanboy and DP". I'm curious if anything came from that.

THERE WILL BE!
And I just realized you didn't give premission from your later posts.
Crap.

[DraPrime]

THERE WILL BE!
And I just realized you didn't give premission from your later posts.
Crap.

I'm so tempted to give permission just to see the result...

But should I?

[happyturtle]

Give permission.... Pwwweeeeeaze?!

[DraPrime]

Give permission.... Pwwweeeeeaze?!

Why on earth would you want to see it happyturtle?

[happyturtle]

Hey, I was there when it all started, that magical night in Kiss or Kill!

[Calamity]

I want to see FF fanboy/dragonprime too!

[DraPrime]

Hey, I was there when it all started, that magical night in Kiss or Kill!

Nothing started! And if I remember correctly I got other people that night. Including YOU.

*points an accusing finger*

As for permission, I think I'll add some suspense and make you wait.

Edit: You too Calamity? Hold on...do FF and I have an actual fanbase?

[Kaelaroth]

Kaela/'zira:

You're My Best Friend

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Ooo you make me live
Whatever this world can give to me
It's you, you're all I see
Ooo, you make me live now honey
Ooo, you make me live
You're the best friend
That I ever had
I've been with you such a long time
You're my sunshine
And I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Kaela woke up to a brand new, glorious day and wished he was asleep. No, this wasn't your every day lazy teenager, he just wished that he wouldn't have to face the world. It was dark, dull, depressing and so, so, so boring. But then a cheeky voice sidled into his mind like some irrepressible cockney sparrow. Entirely unlike a Nobby.
His best friend. The sunshine that brightened his life and made him rise from the lethargy that tempted him back into comforting duvets and pillows and back into sleep. No contest, he really loved his little sun - god. His Apollo.
No, really.
And he didn't know what to do about it. 'zira was only a friend, surely.
You're my best friend
You're my best friend.
You're the first one
When things turn out bad
You know I'll never be lonely
You're my only one
And I love
The things that you do
You're my best friend
Ooo, you make me live.
HUmdrum school passed by, humdrumly. Kaela was already off in his own world, coasting through the simple lessons made even more annoying by simpletons. He thought about his 'zira, wondering if it was just a crush, but as he analytically compared his previous boyfriends to 'zira he came to realise that 'zira was his only one. His true confidante, friend and love.
"Damn." Now he knew he wanted to tell. And then came the traditional worries about rejection. And he was his best friend! What if 'zira was offfended and stopped being friends? 'zira was the one person who made his loneliness evaporate like rainwater in the bright sun. After school ended he hauled 'zira off to their place, saying he had something to say.
I want you to know
That my feelings are true
I really love you
Kaela drew in a shaky breath and said "'zira, I love you."
'zira smiled and leant in, giving him a kiss. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for you to say that, my dear heart."

Finally, someone understands my true feelings.

I mean....

<.<
>.>

Very nice, Koorly, as usual.

[happyturtle]

Oh I remember...

*passionately kisses dragonprime*

[DraPrime]

Oh I remember...

*passionately kisses dragonprime*

And that has convince me to grant permission.

[Calamity]

Edit: You too Calamity? Hold on...do FF and I have an actual fanbase?

Welcome to the world of fanfiction.

[Fan]

Awesome.. It will be up soon... Also I will say that I'm going to be warping Dp's personality just a little bit to give him the ability to be drunk.

[DraPrime]

Awesome.. It will be up soon... Also I will say that I'm going to be warping Dp's personality just a little bit to give him the ability to be drunk.

I'm unable to get drunk?

[Fan]

I'm unable to get drunk?

According to your statement of being able to down Enervation enhanced wood grain alchohol... Yes.
*gets back to writing.*

[DraPrime]

According to your statement of being able to down Enervation enhanced wood grain alchohol... Yes.
*gets back to writing.*

I was joking about steriotypes of Polish people, which seem to imply that I should be able to pump vodka straight into my brain through a firehose and still be able to walk straight. This is of course nonsense. I can't go past anything larger than a regular garden hose

[Fawkes]

I challenge anyone to do a ridiculous fanfiction starring me.

Challenge!

[Dragonrider]

Eh, there's no way I'm gonna read all the stories. Maybe I'll do it later.[/totalynotprocrastinating]

Besides. I've written a couple stories I wanna post. So here we go.

So this one is about a guy none of you have ever heard of. He's a lurker I've been talking to, and I kinda wanted to write on for him. And since it felt weird to pair him up with one of you guys, I just paired him with myself, although that feels weird too... :smallshrug:

Untitled (aren't I creative? )
NanoxMoon Called (I've got permission from Nano to use him)

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Nano could have kept his headset off that day. He could have simply used the screen, and just read the transcripts of the conversations, like he usually did. But he'd stumbled across the thread, and her problem had clicked with him. Nano had donned his headset, and plugged it into the screen. In front of him, a loading screen flashed into existence, quickly counting up to one-hundred, before jumping to show the brown logo, which in turn faded into the tan gateways. A second later, the area was filled with avatars, some of whom were standing off to the corner, holding private conversations, others hurrying between the gates, walking through the ornate structures and disappearing. Instead of walking through one of the arches, Nano turned and reached into the air, plucking a file out of nowhere and opening it. He reached in with one hand, and pulled out a sheet of white paper, and placed it in the air. A small keyboard glowed beneath the paper, which he began to type on.

~*****~

Moon Called rubbed at her nose, leaving a trail of slime on her sleeve. She was posting from school, so she couldn't put on her headset, although she wished she could. She would give anything for a hug right now. She drafted up another post, rubbed some wetness from her eye, and hit submit. The new page loaded, and she blinked as she saw the dark one that had appeared in her new PM notice. She sniffled, and clicked on it. Bor, perhaps? She wasn't surprised at the PM, she got a lot of them. But she blinked when she saw the name of the sender. Nano? She'd never heard of him. With a mental shrug, Moon Called opened the PM and read it.

~****~

Nano looked up from his corner, listening in on the You thread, as a soft beep played in his earphones, which made him jump a little. He'd never heard it before. He glanced around, drawing some glances from the forum giants, one of whom made a joke about lurkers, and everyone laughed. Nano blushed, looking away - and spotted the message in the corner of his screen. He had a PM? He left the You thread, and plucked the message out of the folder, grinning when he saw who had written it. She'd replied!

~****~

A few weeks passed. Moon Called was feeling better, and that made Nano glad. The pair were walking down the Town, after joking about video games over hot chocolate. They were headed down to the docks, where they'd be meeting up with Bushranger, who'd Moon Called been dying to introduce to Nano. They walked down the cobbled path, stopping to say hi to a few people every now and then. Suddenly, Moon Called turned, and gave one of her ear-shattering squees. "Look, Nano! Jibar plushies!" The girl was pointing at a window, where a stuffed catmuffin was on display. "Come on, I have to get one." She grinned, and lead the lurker into the shop.

While Moon Called looked through the plushies, Nano poked around the merchandise, and was reaching for a copy of AMEN: The Game, only to discover that Moon Called had found the perfect Jibar and was looking at the video game to. They both blushed as their hands brushed each other. "Oh, umm... Are you ready to go?" Nano asked, filling in the awkward silence.
"Oh, yeah. Just need to pay." Moon Called turned her face so her hair covered her pink cheeks, turning to the counter, where an amused Townie took her gold and offered her a nice day. The pair walked out of the store, still in an awkward silence.
"You know," Nano offered after a few minutes. "For every awkward silence, a gay baby is born."
"Is that how babbys formed, then?" The pair laughed, the nervousness of the moment broken.

Nano smiled at his companion, who smiled back. The lurker was glad that he had sent Moon Called that PM. She made him... happy? No, it felt like more than that...

Aww! Very sweet! I love how you describe the forums of the future!

Spaceranger
Part I
Cast
Bushranger - Ship's Captain (Special permission has been given for me to use him.)
Castaras - Navigator and Communications
Moon Called - Pilot, fighter pilot.
Curly - Weapons
Nexus - Engineer
DRider - Back-up pilot, in charge of sales and trading (doesn't appear in this one, sorry.)
The Grace - A trading ship.
And Guest-Staring Magtok.

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"Code red! I repeat, this is a code red!" Castaras' cool voice came over the intercom, and Bushranger froze. "Incoming enemy star ships. They are charging their weapons."

Bushranger swore, pushing off the wall and darting through the zero-gravity air over to his captain's seat, located in the center of the ship. He strapped himself in, and pushed a sequence of buttons on his right arm rest, his fingers flying with a much-practised efficiency, activating the intercom between him and his younger sister. A small screen appeared to his right, showing Castaras, her fingers flying over her control panel in the navigations deck. "Castaras, can you identify the hostels?"

"Sorry, bro. They're jamming my signal." Castaras' voice was strained as she split her focus. "Want me to hail them?"

"Please." Bushranger nodded, and even as he did so a new screen opened to the right of Castaras, showing Moon Called.

"What's going on? Should I intercept them, onichan?" The dark skinned girl looked concerned, a grease stain running down the side of her face.

"NO!" Bushranger shouted, and regretted it immediately. "Not yet, Moon Called. We don't know what they are, let alone how many. I'm not risking my best pilot."

Moon Called frowned. "Keep me informed." She said, her voice a warning tone. "You remember what happened last time?"

"Bushranger! They aren't responding to my hails!" Castaras' interrupted, looking up from her controls. "They're firing!" Castaras' words were punctuated by a sharp lurch in the ship as the blasts hit it's hull. "Minimal damage! It hit our deflectors, but it drained them sharply."

"Should I fire back?" This demand came from Curly, whose comm screen appeared, transmitting from the weapons deck at the front of the ship.

"No! Moon Called, turn off auto-pilot and take evasive manoeuvers. Castaras, keep trying to hail them. Curly, DO NOT FIRE."

"On it!" "Right away!" The pair responded at the same time, their comm windows flickering and disappearing as they got to work. Curly replied with a sullen "Fine..." as hers flickered away. Bushranger's fingers flew over his control panel, and a screen opened in front of him that showed Moon Called's view of the area outside the ship as she . Four, five, no, seven? fighter pods were darting in, probing the ship with the occasional shots. After the third, a new comm screen opened in front of Bushranger. It was impossible to count them, they were moving to fast. Dammit, this was supposed to be just a shipping route! Fly to Cathatyr, drop off some goods, maybe find something to sell while they were there, then it was back to Saucri for their next to sell that, and see what they could find there to sell somewhere else. Getting attacked was not part of the job.

"Bushranger! I don't know if we can take much more of this!" This was Nexus, the engines visible from over his shoulder.

"These are your engines, Nexus. They can handle it." Bushranger assured his younger brother.

He was about to say more, when a light in front of him flashed, and Castaras' image appeared before him. "They're hailing!"

"On screen."

Castaras nodded and flipped a switch. In front of BR, his view of the space around them blinked, then shifted to show a figure, a black hood pulled over his head and casting his face in darkness. "Greetings, starship Grace. This is Overlord Magtok." The voice said, in a low, gritty voice. "You are flying in my space, without first seeking permission from myself, or one of my staff. I'm afraid this is... unforgivable."

"Look. Lord Maggot -"

"MagTOK!"

"My apologies, sir. Lord Magtok. We are traders. We were not aware that this portion of space had been taken control by yourself, and request permission to continue our course. Going around this sub-space hyperpass would use up fuel that we don't have. In return, we are willing to sell some of our goods to you, for a low price."

"Such as?"

"The finest proton-thrux crystals, mined from the moons of Xria three. We have three crates of them, which can be yours."

The robed figure was silent, then; "Denied. You have three thiraks to get out of my system, or I will send stronger ships after you."

"Understood, Lord Magtok. We apologize for this inconvenience."

"Yes," the voice had a wry tone to it, "that's what they all say, in the end. My fighter pods will escort you to my boundaries."

"Thank you, Lord Magtok." Bushranger nodded his head, respectively, as the overlord cut his signal, leaving the trader captain staring at a blank holoscreen. "By the Angels, that was painful. 'Thank you, Lord Magtok'. Oh, how that burns to say. Moon Called?"

"Yes, big brother?" Moon Called's comm screen appeared in front of Bushranger.

"Get us out of here. The fighter pods will escort us. Presumably, this means that they won't shoot at us."

"Yessir." Bushranger felt g-forces pull him to the side as Moon Called banked the ship, turning a smooth one-eighty. The captain frowned, as watched the silver ships guide the Grace back. Something was going on here. What was the robe figure hiding behind his border? What secrets lay under his robes?

Despite himself, Bushranger couldn't help but grin. Finally, an adventure!

The next one will be about someone other than me. I swear. Any ideas?

I can haz feedback plz?

I will be in a later episode?

Yays! You gets a cookie!

Just kidding. I'm not THAT egocentric. But I've been plotting stories instead of doing my homework...I iz a bad girl....

[The Bushranger]

Spaceranger
Part I
Cast
Bushranger - Ship's Captain (Special permission has been given for me to use him.)
Castaras - Navigator and Communications
Moon Called - Pilot, fighter pilot.
Curly - Weapons
Nexus - Engineer
DRider - Back-up pilot, in charge of sales and trading (doesn't appear in this one, sorry.)
The Grace - A trading ship.
And Guest-Staring Magtok.

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"Code red! I repeat, this is a code red!" Castaras' cool voice came over the intercom, and Bushranger froze. "Incoming enemy star ships. They are charging their weapons."

Bushranger swore, pushing off the wall and darting through the zero-gravity air over to his captain's seat, located in the center of the ship. He strapped himself in, and pushed a sequence of buttons on his right arm rest, his fingers flying with a much-practised efficiency, activating the intercom between him and his younger sister. A small screen appeared to his right, showing Castaras, her fingers flying over her control panel in the navigations deck. "Castaras, can you identify the hostels?"

"Sorry, bro. They're jamming my signal." Castaras' voice was strained as she split her focus. "Want me to hail them?"

"Please." Bushranger nodded, and even as he did so a new screen opened to the right of Castaras, showing Moon Called.

"What's going on? Should I intercept them, onichan?" The dark skinned girl looked concerned, a grease stain running down the side of her face.

"NO!" Bushranger shouted, and regretted it immediately. "Not yet, Moon Called. We don't know what they are, let alone how many. I'm not risking my best pilot."

Moon Called frowned. "Keep me informed." She said, her voice a warning tone. "You remember what happened last time?"

"Bushranger! They aren't responding to my hails!" Castaras' interrupted, looking up from her controls. "They're firing!" Castaras' words were punctuated by a sharp lurch in the ship as the blasts hit it's hull. "Minimal damage! It hit our deflectors, but it drained them sharply."

"Should I fire back?" This demand came from Curly, whose comm screen appeared, transmitting from the weapons deck at the front of the ship.

"No! Moon Called, turn off auto-pilot and take evasive manoeuvers. Castaras, keep trying to hail them. Curly, DO NOT FIRE."

"On it!" "Right away!" The pair responded at the same time, their comm windows flickering and disappearing as they got to work. Curly replied with a sullen "Fine..." as hers flickered away. Bushranger's fingers flew over his control panel, and a screen opened in front of him that showed Moon Called's view of the area outside the ship as she . Four, five, no, seven? fighter pods were darting in, probing the ship with the occasional shots. After the third, a new comm screen opened in front of Bushranger. It was impossible to count them, they were moving to fast. Dammit, this was supposed to be just a shipping route! Fly to Cathatyr, drop off some goods, maybe find something to sell while they were there, then it was back to Saucri for their next to sell that, and see what they could find there to sell somewhere else. Getting attacked was not part of the job.

"Bushranger! I don't know if we can take much more of this!" This was Nexus, the engines visible from over his shoulder.

"These are your engines, Nexus. They can handle it." Bushranger assured his younger brother.

He was about to say more, when a light in front of him flashed, and Castaras' image appeared before him. "They're hailing!"

"On screen."

Castaras nodded and flipped a switch. In front of BR, his view of the space around them blinked, then shifted to show a figure, a black hood pulled over his head and casting his face in darkness. "Greetings, starship Grace. This is Overlord Magtok." The voice said, in a low, gritty voice. "You are flying in my space, without first seeking permission from myself, or one of my staff. I'm afraid this is... unforgivable."

"Look. Lord Maggot -"

"MagTOK!"

"My apologies, sir. Lord Magtok. We are traders. We were not aware that this portion of space had been taken control by yourself, and request permission to continue our course. Going around this sub-space hyperpass would use up fuel that we don't have. In return, we are willing to sell some of our goods to you, for a low price."

"Such as?"

"The finest proton-thrux crystals, mined from the moons of Xria three. We have three crates of them, which can be yours."

The robed figure was silent, then; "Denied. You have three thiraks to get out of my system, or I will send stronger ships after you."

"Understood, Lord Magtok. We apologize for this inconvenience."

"Yes," the voice had a wry tone to it, "that's what they all say, in the end. My fighter pods will escort you to my boundaries."

"Thank you, Lord Magtok." Bushranger nodded his head, respectively, as the overlord cut his signal, leaving the trader captain staring at a blank holoscreen. "By the Angels, that was painful. 'Thank you, Lord Magtok'. Oh, how that burns to say. Moon Called?"

"Yes, big brother?" Moon Called's comm screen appeared in front of Bushranger.

"Get us out of here. The fighter pods will escort us. Presumably, this means that they won't shoot at us."

"Yessir." Bushranger felt g-forces pull him to the side as Moon Called banked the ship, turning a smooth one-eighty. The captain frowned, as watched the silver ships guide the Grace back. Something was going on here. What was the robe figure hiding behind his border? What secrets lay under his robes?

Despite himself, Bushranger couldn't help but grin. Finally, an adventure!

The next one will be about someone other than me. I swear. Any ideas?

I can haz feedback plz?

Although if we enounter Lord Maggot again, I might be tempted to Rule 37 his shiny metal behind.
"There is no overkill..."


Encore! ENCORE!

[Fan]

Strange connections
Starring
Dargon Prime
Ff Fanboy
"assorted members of the playground

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The Fans raved as the Heavy metal band consisting of Dragon Prime, FF Fanboy, Zeratul, Mechafox, and nameless band member X got off the stage, and headed out behind the building.
The performance had been legendary, and the crowd could still be heard screaming as they closed the doors of their sound proofed Limo to go to the after party as planned,
and Fan slowly nodded off due to exhaustion from recent events.

When Fan awoke he noticed that they were in the city, and that they now drove towards the mysterious location of the after party that only dragonprime knew of, and he was surprised that they arrived at a fine resturuant... Didn't people rent out entire hotels for thses kinds of things rather than a single resturant? things got even strager when fan noticed that Zeratul was no longer in the car, nor any of the other band members were present except for DragonPrime who was getting out of the car, and straightning a tie that was not there before as he spoke.

"well are you going to get out of the car? I didn't agree to this, so I could watch you sleep in the Limo." then Fan noticed that he BLUSHED, DragonPrime BLUSHED!

As he spoke these words it all came back rushing to Fan.
The past three days... The extreme amounts of alchohol, and most imporantly the night dragonprime had professed his secret love for Fan.

Taking all this in Fans face was now a rather lvid red, and walking out of the Limo he found himself placed in a sudden embrace by DragonPrime who then settled his mouth over Fans kissing himwith a intoxicating mix of passion, and a odd familiairty. A true lovers kiss, a kiss that spoke of respect, of trust.
Of destiny.

[turkishproverb]

Strange connections
Starring
Dargon Prime
Ff Fanboy
"assorted members of the playground

Spoiler

Show

The Fans raved as the Heavy metal band consisting of Dragon Prime, FF Fanboy, Zeratul, Mechafox, and nameless band member X got off the stage, and headed out behind the building.
The performance had been legendary, and the crowd could still be heard screaming as they closed the doors of their sound proofed Limo to go to the after party as planned,
and Fan slowly nodded off due to exhaustion from recent events.

When Fan awoke he noticed that they were in the city, and that they now drove towards the mysterious location of the after party that only dragonprime knew of, and he was surprised that they arrived at a fine resturuant... Didn't people rent out entire hotels for thses kinds of things rather than a single resturant? things got even strager when fan noticed that Zeratul was no longer in the car, nor any of the other band members were present except for DragonPrime who was getting out of the car, and straightning a tie that was not there before as he spoke.

"well are you going to get out of the car? I didn't agree to this, so I could watch you sleep in the Limo." then Fan noticed that he BLUSHED, DragonPrime BLUSHED!

As he spoke these words it all came back rushing to Fan.
The past three days... The extreme amounts of alchohol, and most imporantly the night dragonprime had professed his secret love for Fan.

Taking all this in Fans face was now a rather lvid red, and walking out of the Limo he found himself placed in a sudden embrace by DragonPrime who then settled his mouth over Fans kissing himwith a intoxicating mix of passion, and a odd familiairty. A true lovers kiss, a kiss that spoke of respect, of trust.
Of destiny.

Given the comments in this thread, this becomes even funnier.

[Fan]

Given the comments in this thread, this becomes even funnier.

what the copious amounts of alchohol?
To be honest I wouldn't touch the stuff with a OVER NINE THOUSAND foot pole, but it fit as for why DragonPrime would be in any sort of realtionship outside of our OOC joke world.