01-16-2004, 01:44 AM
Smoke begins to pour into the store from the stockroom filling the air with noxious fumes and blinding everyone. Klaxons begin to blare calling the entire station to "General Quarters" and a second, equaly loud alarm starts whailing indicating a "hull breach"
D'orjahl picking him self up from the deck half blinded begins cussing and screaming, half blinded by the vapors emmiting from the stockroom.
"YOU #%^@*& MULLET HEAD!!! WHAT DO YOU..."
*BLAM*!!!
D'orjahl is lifted from the deck by an explosion in the stockroom and thrown into a mannequin wearing an old OBS TIE pilots flight suit.
Shaking off the dizzyspell to follow and realizing that he can't tell exactly where he is anymore and dosn't know the way out, he begins to pull the helmet and lifesuport off of the mannequin.
"Figgures" D'orjahl thought to himself.
"I always knew that these things were worn by dummies, now another one gets to put it on."
D'orjahl straped down the chest plate and pulled the helmet over his head. Though his eye's were still half blinded, he could now breath easier and soon caught his breath. With a flip of a rocker swith he activated the VR display in the helmet and could actualy begin to see through the smoke with limited capability.
"O.K. first things first. Stop fire!"
D'orjahl stood and made his way to the stockroom nearly tripping over CT.
"Damn, now I gotta play Fireman."
The flight tech grabbed CT by the ankles and began dragging him to the entrace of the store. When he entered the corridor he met with a disorented Ace and Tankwho were still caughing and wiping the tears from thier eyes.
Ace was the first to clear his eye's.
"Man! I never thought I'd be happy to see a TIE pilot!"Said Ace as he helped D'orjahl pull CT into the corridor.
"Save yer sas, I hate these outfits and the nuts who were em!" Snaped the tech.
"where's Goku?" Said Tank getting his sight back and accounting for his mates.
"Who? OH! you mean MULLET HEAD! He probably ran off like a scalded mynock when the stockroom blew. THE STOCKROOM!!!!" With that D'orjahl ran back into the store for the stockroom.
As the gruff flight technitian disapreared into the store Tank and Ace pulled CT farther from the store entrance. Station personel were running up and down the corridor moving into there battle stations.
"Where are the fire squads?" Ace wondered aloud.
"I don't know" Answered Tank. "But look... ...no smoke is comming out of the store. It must be getting sucked out through the hull breach"
"Well, if the smoke is getting sucked out and the fire squads aren't here to stop the fire, that means we are probably on the wrong side of the FIRE BREAK!" Exclaimed Ace.
D'orjahl enters the stockroom, the room is void of smoke or flame. "Where is the fire?" D'orjahl wondered to himself.
The tech located where the blaster blew through some shelves knocking them down and ignighting some lubricants staring the fire that had smoked out the store. Looking through the trail of holes left by the rifle, he saw that the line lead right into the hangar bay.
"O.K. well here was where the fire was, but why did it go out?"
The lubricants were scattered about as though they had been blasted apart from one another. Looking about the wear house like store room D'orjahl spies a foot sticking out from under a toppled shelf.
"What the... hold on mate! we'll have you out in a bit!"
D'orjahl reaches down to lift the metal shelves from the man pinned under them.
"GRUUUUUNNNNNT" Taking all his effort to raise the shelves he finaly get's them up over his head and looks down at the man.
"awwwww $@&%...... well, at least the mullet didn't run off."
There lay Goku covered with leaky boxes of root beer syrup. Resisting the temptation of just dropping the shelves back down on the motionless form of Goku, the grizzled tech pushed his load over and away from the unfourtunate heap.
As D'orjahl leaves the store to report his findings to Tank, the alarms go silent. The air in the store still has a slight haze. A voice cracks over the intercom. "FIRE IN HANGAR BAY UNDER CONTROLE, HULL BREACH SECURE".....
"I told that mullet to leave that thing alone..... he couldn't even hit me with a sling shot while my back was turned... i can't belive it.... he broke that droid eye that I had already commited to sell on E-bay.... now how in the nine nebula am i gonna explain this to my coustomer!? Those out dated optic sensors are getting harder and harder to come by...." .....
....
D'orjahl turns around at the stores entrance..... and starts back into the store.... stripping off the helmet.
"I'm going to kill him...." **starts screaming** "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM, I'M GONNA BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH THIS %##%N HELMET I'M GONNA RAM THIS FREAKIN CHEST PLATE DOWN HIS *&^$(* THROAT I'M GONNA MAKE HIM EAT THIS LIFE SUPORT.... MULLET YOU GOTTA DIE!!!!!"
D'orjahl picking him self up from the deck half blinded begins cussing and screaming, half blinded by the vapors emmiting from the stockroom.
"YOU #%^@*& MULLET HEAD!!! WHAT DO YOU..."
*BLAM*!!!
D'orjahl is lifted from the deck by an explosion in the stockroom and thrown into a mannequin wearing an old OBS TIE pilots flight suit.
Shaking off the dizzyspell to follow and realizing that he can't tell exactly where he is anymore and dosn't know the way out, he begins to pull the helmet and lifesuport off of the mannequin.
"Figgures" D'orjahl thought to himself.
"I always knew that these things were worn by dummies, now another one gets to put it on."
D'orjahl straped down the chest plate and pulled the helmet over his head. Though his eye's were still half blinded, he could now breath easier and soon caught his breath. With a flip of a rocker swith he activated the VR display in the helmet and could actualy begin to see through the smoke with limited capability.
"O.K. first things first. Stop fire!"
D'orjahl stood and made his way to the stockroom nearly tripping over CT.
"Damn, now I gotta play Fireman."
The flight tech grabbed CT by the ankles and began dragging him to the entrace of the store. When he entered the corridor he met with a disorented Ace and Tankwho were still caughing and wiping the tears from thier eyes.
Ace was the first to clear his eye's.
"Man! I never thought I'd be happy to see a TIE pilot!"Said Ace as he helped D'orjahl pull CT into the corridor.
"Save yer sas, I hate these outfits and the nuts who were em!" Snaped the tech.
"where's Goku?" Said Tank getting his sight back and accounting for his mates.
"Who? OH! you mean MULLET HEAD! He probably ran off like a scalded mynock when the stockroom blew. THE STOCKROOM!!!!" With that D'orjahl ran back into the store for the stockroom.
As the gruff flight technitian disapreared into the store Tank and Ace pulled CT farther from the store entrance. Station personel were running up and down the corridor moving into there battle stations.
"Where are the fire squads?" Ace wondered aloud.
"I don't know" Answered Tank. "But look... ...no smoke is comming out of the store. It must be getting sucked out through the hull breach"
"Well, if the smoke is getting sucked out and the fire squads aren't here to stop the fire, that means we are probably on the wrong side of the FIRE BREAK!" Exclaimed Ace.
D'orjahl enters the stockroom, the room is void of smoke or flame. "Where is the fire?" D'orjahl wondered to himself.
The tech located where the blaster blew through some shelves knocking them down and ignighting some lubricants staring the fire that had smoked out the store. Looking through the trail of holes left by the rifle, he saw that the line lead right into the hangar bay.
"O.K. well here was where the fire was, but why did it go out?"
The lubricants were scattered about as though they had been blasted apart from one another. Looking about the wear house like store room D'orjahl spies a foot sticking out from under a toppled shelf.
"What the... hold on mate! we'll have you out in a bit!"
D'orjahl reaches down to lift the metal shelves from the man pinned under them.
"GRUUUUUNNNNNT" Taking all his effort to raise the shelves he finaly get's them up over his head and looks down at the man.
"awwwww $@&%...... well, at least the mullet didn't run off."
There lay Goku covered with leaky boxes of root beer syrup. Resisting the temptation of just dropping the shelves back down on the motionless form of Goku, the grizzled tech pushed his load over and away from the unfourtunate heap.
As D'orjahl leaves the store to report his findings to Tank, the alarms go silent. The air in the store still has a slight haze. A voice cracks over the intercom. "FIRE IN HANGAR BAY UNDER CONTROLE, HULL BREACH SECURE".....
"I told that mullet to leave that thing alone..... he couldn't even hit me with a sling shot while my back was turned... i can't belive it.... he broke that droid eye that I had already commited to sell on E-bay.... now how in the nine nebula am i gonna explain this to my coustomer!? Those out dated optic sensors are getting harder and harder to come by...." .....
....
D'orjahl turns around at the stores entrance..... and starts back into the store.... stripping off the helmet.
"I'm going to kill him...." **starts screaming** "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM, I'M GONNA BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH THIS %##%N HELMET I'M GONNA RAM THIS FREAKIN CHEST PLATE DOWN HIS *&^$(* THROAT I'M GONNA MAKE HIM EAT THIS LIFE SUPORT.... MULLET YOU GOTTA DIE!!!!!"