ACRO...In...Spaaaaace! (Non-Canon Silliness)

[VampireRot]

"... Sparkly?!"

Rot gets up and glares at Fanboy. And tries to hit him on the head with his space-mop.

"I'm not sparkly!!!"

[Vespe Ratavo]

The view screen is dampened. Vespe stands up and walks around the deck. Well, while normally I would order diplomatic relations opened by way of the phasers, this planet is too interesting to not check out. I'm going down to the planet's surface, who's with me?

[Fan]

To Vespe:
"Well, I guess it kind of IS my duty to accompany the captian on dangerous missions being the cheif weapons officer. So, count me in."

To Rot:
:bonk: Fanboy is space mopped, but he responds with a childish remark of
"Nyah, you are so sparkly."

[Kaelaroth]

On my way, cap'n! Yasmin says, following Vespe. Due to poor production budgets, she is now heavily pregnant, and has shorter hair.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt cuts his way out of the space sack with his claws. "It's my job as Chief Weapons Officer and Chief Exploration Officer to come. And it's my job as Chief Cute Mascot to stay behind. Well.. that's 2 versus 1, so I guess I'm coming with."

[VampireRot]

"NOI'MNOT!"

Rot presses a concealed button on the space-mop. A sharp knife pops out the moppy end. That's right, it's a SPACE-KNIFE-MOP! And there are rumors the un-moppy side has a wrench too... Anyway, Rot attempts to stab Fanboy with the space-knife-mop.

[Fredthefighter]

Okay, I may have over-reacted by disappearing from the thread forever, so instead of a transformers rip-off beard (who I have exiled to the depths of the abyss), there is now a small ball of green fuzz. It is called Jeremy.
Meep?
Do with him what you wish.

[Fan]

"You know that MIGHT scar Rot."

Then to Reinholdt
*tosses another ball of yarn in the opposite direction of the still existing cat nip*
*snicker*

[dagaarn]

No one had noticed Toblakai up until now cos he was still in his bunk, sulking about losing the twinkies.
He finally leaves his cramped room (incredibly cramped due to his size) and goes in search of the others.

[Reinholdt]

Reinholdt takes the ball of yarn and tosses it at Fan's head. "Stop playing around while you're on duty Vice-Weapons Officer!"

[VampireRot]

"Bah. Walk it off."

Rot uses the mop part of his space-knife-mop to clean the knife part of Fanboy's blood. Yes.

[Fan]

"Assualt on a officer Mr.Reinholdt. I do believe thats a DEMOTION per the Star Fleet code. Welcome to Red Shirt hood."


Fanboy then gets up, and has his shirt cleaned by some passing droidm before noticing the little ball of fuzz, and picking it up, and petting it with one hand.

[Fredthefighter]

Meep?
Jeremy just watches. And is picked up. And petted.
And here is what's going on in his head:
Petting is nice. OMG, THEY'RE GONNA KILL EACH OTHER! What do I do what do I do what do I do? BLURG!
And Jeremy vomits.
Yes, the little green fuzz vomited.

[dagaarn]

Toblakai comes across V-Rot first.

You. I didn't know YOU were on the crew.

[Fan]

Fanboy just had his hand vomited on.... He then sets down the small ball of fuzz, and goes to wash his hands. O_e

[Reinholdt]

"Please. You couldn't pin me for trespassing in your room, and you can't pin me for this either. I was reprimanding an upstart according to rule 589304kj theta omega 23589. If anything I should have you thrown out the airlock."

He's right about the rule number. It's a little freaky.

[Fredthefighter]

Meep?
Jeremy looks confused.
Also, let it be noted that he has a nametag. It just says Jeremy, keep away from children and small animals.

[VampireRot]

"Yo. No hard feelings, right? I mean, we're in space. Completely different continuety. Hehe..."

Rot looks kinda scared. But even in fear he does his job. Ex) He cleans Fanboy's hand with the space-knife-mop.

[Fan]

"Please. You couldn't pin me for trespassing in your room, and you can't pin me for this either. I was reprimanding an upstart according to rule 589304kj theta omega 23589. If anything I should have you thrown out the airlock."

He's right about the rule number. It's a little freaky.

"AND YOU HAVE! If I had to breathe I would've been in alot of trouble too. Just let it be known Rein that we're going into enemy territory, and I don't want my JUNIOR officer back stabbing me, so I'll forgive you for this one."

[dagaarn]

"Yo. No hard feelings, right? I mean, we're in space. Completely different continuety. Hehe..."

Rot looks kinda scared. But even in fear he does his job. Ex) He cleans Fanboy's hand with the space-knife-mop.

Toblakai sighs.
No hard feelings, it wasn't like I -meant- to destroy that village. And you're right, this place isn't even canon.

He looks around.

So...what's there to do around here?

[VampireRot]

"It was you that destroyed the village? Huh, I just felt like killing someone."

Rot continues mopping the floor, the knife in his space-knife-mop withdrawn.

"I mostly clean this place, but right now you can go on the expedition to the planet down there."

[Fredthefighter]

Meep?
Jeremy starts bouncing up and down. He's looking quite hungrily at Reinholdt for some reason.
(deadtime)

[dagaarn]

Toblakai stares out of a porthole "down" at the planet. Though there isn't really any up or down in space...

The enemy's gate is down.

Toblakai shifts a hand to where the hilt of his wooden sword would usually be. Though it's not there, because it would just get in the way in a small ship like this.

I think I would like that.

[Saurous]

The view screen is dampened. Vespe stands up and walks around the deck. Well, while normally I would order diplomatic relations opened by way of the phasers, this planet is too interesting to not check out. I'm going down to the planet's surface, who's with me?

Saurous attempts to bring Vespe's attention to his intentions of coming along, too. He instead makes a noise that sounds like "Blughaghag..." as he is horribly injured and unconscious at the moment.

[billtodamax]

"I'm totally getting in on this." Says Bill. "Hang on, let me break out my scottish accent. I cannae hold 'er any longer! She's gonna blow! Cool, I'll go down to the engine room." Says Bill, and teleports himself to the engine room. Why did he bother using the teleporter for that? There's a perfectly servicable lift. Time will tell.

[Ashen Lilies]

Hey look. It's Ensign Luceti. He wants to go along too. Please don't get him killed. It's not like he's wearing a red shirt or anything. Nooope. >.>
"Er... yeah. Captain Ratavo, as Security Officer 28437219.6, I guess I'll be going down on the away team or something."
He fidgets nervously.

----

Meanwhile, the Asian Helms Officer of Indeterminate Nationality, Krisaru Sulu... Mans the helm. And is making vroom vroom noises for some reason.
...
Let's just leave him alone for now.

[dagaarn]

Toblakai isn't even sure what role he has on the ship... Probably combat and something something.
Or maybe assistant to Reinholdt, the chief weapons person guy.
He goes off to the Weapons Disposal unit to polish something or other.
He uses his bloodoil to polish the guns, this should be interesting.

((Bloodoil sends anyone who ingests it into the equivelant of a barbarian rage, re. DnD. So don't lick the guns))

[billtodamax]

A voice crackles over the intercom. I don't really care how futuristic this ship is, it crackles.
"Cap'n, I cannae hold 'er any longer! An' I don't even know what I'm holdin'!"

[Ashen Lilies]

Krisaru Sulu presses the comms button, it being clearly labeled as such.
"More power to the Warp Core!" He says, in a ridiculously deep voice, "I need more power to the Warp Core!"
...
Wait, why does need more power to the warp core? The ship isn't going anywhere?

----

Ensign Luceti fidgets s'more, waiting for the Captain's answer. Oh, how he dearly wished he would spontaneously contract the Kobayashi Ma-flu, so he wouldn't have to go on the away mission. And then he remembers that the Kobayashi Ma-flu has a 100% mortality rate, and so he starts wishing not to suddenly contract it.

[VampireRot]

Ensign Luceti's wish to contract the flu becomes apparent to Rot. He mops the security officer's face.

"No flu for you!"

Yes. Space-Janitors can sense unclean thoughts.