02-19-2003, 02:25 PM
As the mysterious man sits in quarters that aren't his, one of his blasters suddenly slide out from its holster, and then smacked him in the forehead.
"OWWW!!!" He yells, clutching the injured spot. The blaster wasn't done though as it went to his gut, knocking the wind out of him. The mysterious man-who-shall-remain-unnamed-but-isn't-as-unknown-as-he-thought-he-was grimaced then leapt up and tried to capture his happy-go-pounding blaster. This proved more difficult than he thought, as his other blaster joined in, pounding him from behind while the other hit him in front. The unknown man was being bounced around like a ping pong ball.
Screaming in rage and frustration, the man rushes to the door, but smacks it instead of passing through it. Horror covered the mans face as he realizes that he couldn't escape his evil blasters.
Deeper in the station, Tank, Holmes, and Aslan watch the holocam feed from Tanker's quarters, laughing hard at the antics being displayed. Aslan turned to Holmes. "How long you think we can keep this up before he figures out what's up?"
The laid back station keeper thought a sec, then shrugged. "Dunno. Could take awhile."
Tank smiled as he continued to pester the man in his quarters using the Force. "That'll teach ya for sneakin into my quarters Gu..." He was inturrupted.
"Hey Tank!"
"Yes Aslan?"
"Why don't you undo his belt so his pants fall down? I need some incrimanating pictures to go up with the others I have." Aslan smiled wickedly as he opened up a file cabinet full of folders pawing through them, each one with a name on them. Zara, Mac, Dogtooth, Snoopy, Palpatine, Vader, Tanker (that folder was a bit bigger than the rest)....then he found his trusty 'spy' cam. He held it before him with his grin still on his face.
Tank just shook his head while logging the location of the file cabinet for later. "No way Aslan. He's in my quarters, I don't want him running around with his pants down in there! I can only imagine what kind of rumors you'd create with a picture like that. Nope nope nope."
"What if we let him out, and THEN drop his pants? Then he'll be streaking the hallways." Holmes suggested.
The other two RBLs gazed at him for a long moment before grins broke out on their faces. "That'll work!"
The torture will continue....next time. Same mysterious time....same mystious channel....and this was a weak 60's version Batman show impression.
"OWWW!!!" He yells, clutching the injured spot. The blaster wasn't done though as it went to his gut, knocking the wind out of him. The mysterious man-who-shall-remain-unnamed-but-isn't-as-unknown-as-he-thought-he-was grimaced then leapt up and tried to capture his happy-go-pounding blaster. This proved more difficult than he thought, as his other blaster joined in, pounding him from behind while the other hit him in front. The unknown man was being bounced around like a ping pong ball.
Screaming in rage and frustration, the man rushes to the door, but smacks it instead of passing through it. Horror covered the mans face as he realizes that he couldn't escape his evil blasters.
Deeper in the station, Tank, Holmes, and Aslan watch the holocam feed from Tanker's quarters, laughing hard at the antics being displayed. Aslan turned to Holmes. "How long you think we can keep this up before he figures out what's up?"
The laid back station keeper thought a sec, then shrugged. "Dunno. Could take awhile."
Tank smiled as he continued to pester the man in his quarters using the Force. "That'll teach ya for sneakin into my quarters Gu..." He was inturrupted.
"Hey Tank!"
"Yes Aslan?"
"Why don't you undo his belt so his pants fall down? I need some incrimanating pictures to go up with the others I have." Aslan smiled wickedly as he opened up a file cabinet full of folders pawing through them, each one with a name on them. Zara, Mac, Dogtooth, Snoopy, Palpatine, Vader, Tanker (that folder was a bit bigger than the rest)....then he found his trusty 'spy' cam. He held it before him with his grin still on his face.
Tank just shook his head while logging the location of the file cabinet for later. "No way Aslan. He's in my quarters, I don't want him running around with his pants down in there! I can only imagine what kind of rumors you'd create with a picture like that. Nope nope nope."
"What if we let him out, and THEN drop his pants? Then he'll be streaking the hallways." Holmes suggested.
The other two RBLs gazed at him for a long moment before grins broke out on their faces. "That'll work!"
The torture will continue....next time. Same mysterious time....same mystious channel....and this was a weak 60's version Batman show impression.
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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.