RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Moonrock cops

OCC - Stop me if I'm doing something wrong.
 
 
Not at all mate, nice first post.

-----Original Message-----From: Michael bond [mailto:bondo__@...]Sent: 12 March 2005 13:00To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] Moonrock cops

Who: Niddi
Where: S.S.S Janus, sleeping quarters
When: Unknown (Too disorientated)
OOC - this is the first time I've ever done something like this...ever
 
Niddi found himself staring into a double-page spread of eye-poppingly obscene threadbare females. So much were they that his eyes remained there inspecting every inch of the paper, even if that did include the page numbers, copyright and a phone number Tony had written down on the side of the page, it was that ingrossing. Finally, after precisley three minutes and forty two seconds of staring at the paper with a mouth wider than a chorus line of weightwatchers, the magazine was removed from his veiw and for the first time in three days he realised where he was.
 
He was in the sleeping quarters of the S.S.S Janus, a protection ship for fugitives. With this in mind, all the other important details started falling into place. The 14-year old boy who stood next to him, that was Tony, a fugitive from...well, him techinically, but out in the regions of international space there was no law for him to arrest him. His eyes drifted to a grinning slimball of a creature with a greenish compexion, what was he called?
 
He was a Kag...a kagi...a kagili?
 
He was a Kagilian, a race of creatures he didn't know a hell of a lot about. There were warriors, or a near approximation and this particular one had fallen in love with a girl from a enemy tribe, Sokulgas.
 
He was getting a name now. KeeGa...KeeGa Koro-Kalgira. It was a stupid name really, but so was his. Harold R. Niddi. A name like that, a love-sick Kagilian and a jail-bird walking free as a...jail-bird, that was all he needed.
 
His attention turned to the final member of the crew. A mechanoid, but a rarely seen model used by lazy members of the catering department to fill in for there late-night shifts. Robochef 5.7. Hands up Harold R. Niddi, the title for the cheesyist name has been stolen from you after 21 years of unbeaten cheesyness.
He realised that he wasn't paying attention to what RoboChef (Chef for short) was trying to tell him.
"Niddi? Niddi? Of thank god! I think he's alright!"
This news meant nothing to Niddi and he went back to looking for the magazine he'd seen earlier.
"We thought you weren't going to make it" said Tony "You were hallucinating from that Virus!"
Niddi rolled his eyes in a way that could only be duplicated by looking at a weeblie spinning from a birdseye veiw. He had no idea what they were talking about, but they seemed to think he did.
"It's true" continued KeeGa "You caught it when looking at the website from which we got his very magazine. It then spread to the television sets giving us 1 zillion tv channels. At first we thought it was no bad think, but before we knew it, you were conviced you were P.C McKrime from that TV show Moonrock cops"
"This porno site was the only way to tear your attention away from that TV!" said Chef.
That struck a cord. McKrime. That's who he'd been for the last three days. But now he was Niddi again. Stupid name as it was, right now he wouldn't trade it for anything.
"We're lucky we cured you when we did, or you would have missed the ship!"
Niddi's eyes darted up in attention like the numbers on an old-fashioned cash register. "What ship?"
"Blue Dwarf. It's much more advancer and bigger than this tincan" Tony told him. "They had a security department, so we signed you up!"
Niddi tried to smile as they led him towards the airlockOCC - Stop me if I'm doing something wrong....Protecting the universe from the scum of the Earth...www.BlueDwarf.co.uk