11-12-2003, 10:42 PM
Tank had left Goku to his rather strange and slightly disturbing thoughts and headed back to the lab. He was enjoying his little break from his courses, and it had given him some ideas for a new shield.
I know...flying ninjas, buzz cuts, hairy wookies and beat up pilots...the perfect forumla from coming up with new inventions right? Riiiiiight....
Anyways....
Finding the place deserted he began to tinker with some of the gear lying around...and luckily not covered in wookie or ewok fur.
A few hours later...
Tank tightened the last bolt on his prototype, and backed away, wiping the sweat from his brow. It wasn't much to look at, looking more like some kinda doorway or a collar. But he just wanted to test the fields properties first before he actually tried to make a working model.
"Well...let's see if this works." He pressed a button and purplish hue formed in the center of the testing collar, humming contentedly, if not crackling from time to time.
"Hmmm....didn't expect it to look purple. But at least it's working." He shrugged, picking up a blaster. He looked at the testing moniter, and all indicators showed positive. "Looks good so far. Now to see if can repel bolts."
With a loud report the blaster fired, and as he had hope the bolt was reflected, instead of absorbed. The moniter beeped once, then went silent.
"Good. Now to see how it handle saturation." He pressed a couple buttons on the console beside him, than fired several shots in rapid succession. Each bolt was repeled, but then something strange occured.
The crackling he'd heard before became more pronounced and faster than he could move several electrical discharges fired out, most of them towards him.
Yup...you guessed it. He was fried.
When he awoke a good while later with a groan, he noticed two things. One, the collar was shot, and two there was another dude on the other side of the collar that looked a lot like....
"Oh chit." Tank muttered as he saw what appeared to be an exact duplicate of himself.
I know...flying ninjas, buzz cuts, hairy wookies and beat up pilots...the perfect forumla from coming up with new inventions right? Riiiiiight....
Anyways....
Finding the place deserted he began to tinker with some of the gear lying around...and luckily not covered in wookie or ewok fur.
A few hours later...
Tank tightened the last bolt on his prototype, and backed away, wiping the sweat from his brow. It wasn't much to look at, looking more like some kinda doorway or a collar. But he just wanted to test the fields properties first before he actually tried to make a working model.
"Well...let's see if this works." He pressed a button and purplish hue formed in the center of the testing collar, humming contentedly, if not crackling from time to time.
"Hmmm....didn't expect it to look purple. But at least it's working." He shrugged, picking up a blaster. He looked at the testing moniter, and all indicators showed positive. "Looks good so far. Now to see if can repel bolts."
With a loud report the blaster fired, and as he had hope the bolt was reflected, instead of absorbed. The moniter beeped once, then went silent.
"Good. Now to see how it handle saturation." He pressed a couple buttons on the console beside him, than fired several shots in rapid succession. Each bolt was repeled, but then something strange occured.
The crackling he'd heard before became more pronounced and faster than he could move several electrical discharges fired out, most of them towards him.
Yup...you guessed it. He was fried.
When he awoke a good while later with a groan, he noticed two things. One, the collar was shot, and two there was another dude on the other side of the collar that looked a lot like....
"Oh chit." Tank muttered as he saw what appeared to be an exact duplicate of himself.
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.