Re: Ingen Karpov - \"A sticky mess\"Posted by
Posted: Aug 7, 2007, 2:44pm
Oops sorry i forgot to change the rather obvious mistake in Ingen's
post, it should say Seymour's daughter - not his son! I mentioned it
to Ingen when I first read it and forgot to change it when I posted it.
--- In JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com, "Onion" <theonion770@...> wrote:
> <OOC - I'm posting this on behalf of trial member Ingen Karpov>
> Who: Andy Roos, Seymour Niples, Efof Yuwan'Kar and Ingen Karpov.
> Where: In the Mollopod market square
> As they watched Mk10 and some miscellaneous skutters fight back the
> crowd of slugs, it was Andy that spotted it first. He pointed to two
> rather athletic slugs who had climbed their way up the front of the
> Blue Midget and over the top towards the access hatch. The skutter
> inside seemed to be unaware. Seymour watched in horror.
> "Are you sure you don't want me to rescue your baby?" Ingen asked.
> "Of course I do you great oaf!" Seymour snapped, unaware that his
> snappy mood was not helping Ingen want to risk his life.
> "Follow me." said Ingen, running in using his Winchester as a club,
> then turning it around to shoot a slug's brains out.
> <end snip>
> Although this was the first company Ingen had had in weeks that
> hadn't actually wanted to kill him, Ingen wasn't much enjoying it.
> Get the hell away from his baby, save his baby... this Ambassador was
> rather hard to agree with.
> But at least Ingen had a way of venting his frustration now, clubbing
> and blasting his way through slug creatures that folded easier than a
> sponge against a rock. Mind you, a sponge that was holding a gun. But
> it felt especially good each time a goopily bursting slug gave the
> Ambassador another layer to wear.
> Soon enough, Ingen had a momentary break in the onsurge of Mollopods.
> He lifted his Winchester and, more out of luck than anything, shot
> the higher up slug in the head. It peeled gently off the hull of the
> Blue Midget like tape, toppled off and almost knocked its partner off
> in the fall. Ingen was momentarily satisfied, but he shouldn't have
> expected anything better than what came.
> "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" roared Seymour, dropping the gun he'd just
> pried off a Mollopod's corpse in shock.
> Ingen shot a glare back at him, then crashed himself into the crowd
> to begin venting his frustration again. "Saving - your - son!" he
> barked between rifleshots.
> "Well, you could have killed him!" came the Ambassador's reply.
> "That slug WOULD have killed him!" Ingen turned to say, and his
> momentary distraction was costly. He crumpled beneath the weight of a
> tackling slug and, knowing he wouldn't begin to get this heavy, goopy
> form off him fast enough, braced himself to see the light.
> Instead, in fact, he saw no light for a moment - something blue
> blocked out the sun overhead, and then a gun went off, and the slug
> on top of him stopped fighting. He rolled out from under its now limp
> body and stared down at his metallic rescuer. After a moment of
> wondering whether there was any point to him doing so, he said,
> gruffly, "Thanks."
> Mk.10 quite surprised him by replying with "No problem!" then running
> off back to the fray.
> Seymour had been watching the small fiasco with
> dissatisfaction. "Incompetent load of..." he began, just prior to
> Ingen hastily shooting two Mollopods creeping up to him, left
> unobserved by the presently busy Efof and Andy.
> As they exploded and gave Seymour's back a fresh coat, Ingen said
> innocently, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that." Without waiting for a
> reply, Ingen turned back into the crowd with a broad grin stretched
> across his features.
> <tag anybody!>