Nukin' Bunnies
Mk.9 and Barf stared up at the sky, watching the hundreds of nukes
slowly increase in size. Seymour, meanwhile, was frantically grabbing
bunnies and flinging them into the air in the hopes they would go high
enough to repel the nukes.
"I think he's panicking." said Barf
"Yeah, I'd say so." agreed Mk.9, and peered over at the large group of
bunnies assembling near one of their burrows.
He wandered over, and poked his head inside the burrow. It was utterly
massive, and packed full of the furry Halkons. it was also clearly
lead-lined and about 10-metres thick, albeit with one major flaw;
there was no door.
"Nice, but useless." he said to Barf, who was also coming over to see
what was going on.
Barf also had a quick look around, before making similar conclusions.
"Well is there no way to block it up?" asked Barf
Mk.9 sighed heavily, and looked back up at the sky.
"Barf, run to the ship. Grab a portable terminal with USB 8.9
capabilities, and upload yer ship's AI to it. If you don't want to
lose it along with your ship. However, I'm gonna need about 3 gigs of
space left over."
"What's that for?"
"Because I'm a superior officer, just do it. HURRY!"
Barf could sense Mk.9 was getting all authoritative, and did as he was
told.
Mk.9 meanwhile, grabbed Seymour by the collar and threw him head-first
into the burrow-come-bunker.
Barf returned with the small laptop-looking device, and crawled
through the small opening of the burrow.
Mk.9 did the same, but stopped just short of the end of the opening.
"Here, jack in." said Mk.9, passing Barf the USB cable trailing from
the base of his head.
Barf obediently plugged it into the terminal.
"Ok, I'm gonna upload my entire AI and set of memories, and update it
constantly till...well, till I can't." said Mk.9 sullenly.
"W...Well what then?" asked Barf
"Look, just take it to Rufus afterwards. I'm sure he can do something.
Hell, he should still have my old chassis."
Mk.9 then moved to the middle of the opening, and blocked it up
entirely with his body by opening panels and dislocating joints,
always keeping his head on the interior side of the entrance.
"Ok guys, any second now." came the voice of Dent.
"Oh god, if you start getting chatty while I'm stuck in there, I'm
gonna go Y3K on your ar-GAH!" said Mk.9, being cut off as the first
nuke hit.
The entire burrow shook violently, and Mk.9 pressed himself against
the walls of the entrance tunnel as best he could.
"DAMN that's hot!" he yelled.
Bombardment after bombardment, Mk.9 was able to withstand the blasts,
but only just barely.
"I swear, if any hit too close, the EMP alone'll probably fry me."
"What about the terminal?" asked Seymour, who was getting bored.
"It's military grade, so should be just fine." said Barf, as the
entire burrow was once again shaken.
Mk.9 scanned what was happening outside.
"Well, it seems to be over. I *do* still detect one left, but it
should'nt do much ha-" said Mk.9, just as a massive bang came from
outside.
"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" said
Mk.9, his entire internal circuitry fried by the nearby EMP blast.
Barf unplugged the terminal, and shut the lid quietly.
All the Halkons looked down sadly.
"...Any chance of another cup of tea?" asked Seymour trying to lighten
the mood.
Barf turned to see Seymour being viciously attacked by several hundred
fluffy white rabbits.
<tag. Someone get us outta here! They'll have to kick through about
4-inches of melted droid.>
OOC: Yeah, sorry guys, there'll be a Mk.10...But that's it! I swear!