[ti]Ep 2.5[/ti]The Aliens commeth [Bee, Carbine; Open]
Apr 18, 2018 7:33:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 7:33:49 GMT -5
This was just a normal day. A normal day of waking up to bills, taxes, and another day of human suffering. Calls to answer and customers to appease. Orders to be filled, and shipments to be made. A morning spent categorizing the yard from early morning until the pre-work drones shuffled in to see anything before their own daily routine. With starbuck in hand, many came out to be “Do you have this red? Do you have this in white? Do you have this in any color but the one it is?” All of which were always a resounding, “What you see is what we have.” Only for them to meander around a little more with what little free time they had before returning to the reality that wasn’t a pawn shop. From there Odessa would retreat back into his workshop in the yard where he could find unlimited personal time where majority of customers were local parts shops that would buy used parts or making custom orders for the local rice burners wanting what other shops couldn’t, or wouldn’t get them. Sometimes the seldom tire change/patch/fix or engine issue. Hence where ninety-percent of his vehicular knowledge came from. Learn or die, old man.
Then in the evenings came a more decisive bunch. Those off work still forcing themselves to do chores. The time when kids got off school and needed a broom up the backside to stay off my lawn. The time where Old-Man Jenkins would come by, completely covered in scratches and gashes, bloodied to all hell to ask if his chainsaw engines finally came in along with the bulk shipment of industrial strength pesticide, Robitussin, weaponized catheters, and Vaseline - despite picking it up months ago. Poor guy, he never stood a chance…
And after a moment of daily silence, back to the drawing board. Grabbing an endless stack of papers and pencils, the laptop for a quick-and-dirty AutoCAD drawing to go back to work on what really was fantastic. This design was mean to beat them all. Something no human had done or perfected… well, not in atmosphere anyway. There was the project back in the 60’s but we don't talk about that. I’m meaning an actualized plasma. An actually stable variant that is! Properly termed as Stabilized Plasmatic Magnetically Encapsulated Toroid, but Plasma Accelerator is less a mouth full. SssssPPPPPPPEEEEMEEET was much more fun to say however much less popular. Aside from the other projects and mathematically and scientifically feasible attempts. This was to take the cake. Perhaps even press forward technology by the decades. Humanity, as a whole, has successfully been testing magnetically contained plasma containment for over fifty years now, but this was a leap in capability. Not just a leap, a jump. Not just a jump, but… uhhh… mmmm… uhhh... a bigger jump! One which was no doubt Nobel prize winning, not to mention the quite hefty research fund that came with it. Yes, a normal day that soon became BBBRRRRRRRRILLIANT! (complete with tongue roll) when the apple of his eye managed to process such power and see it realized out of it’s muzzle. In such brilliant flash, awoke a flash in his heart. The completion of such a grand endeavor to be ever so enthralling. The boom-booms and ‘splosions were also kindling to such a militaristic heart. So grateful to our lord and savior of inebriation, Lord Bud von Weiser, for his help in staining much needed notes to grant the sight Odessa would need to finally correct a much hindering problem. However many problems that would bring to light.
True, today was supposed to be such a normal day.
And then a woman showed up… and another… and another.
Not out of the question for any woman to show up. A junkyard wasn’t a sexist man-zone, however much uncommon it was, but to have her simply ask about the safety of the area was a first. Then some child and a mute “bodyguard” - if that was to be believed. A normal day turned sour. Some transforming car and finally a man surfing a metal dog. One who had all the answers and wanted nothing more than to lie to him. To cover up something with a jab of lies to be easily broken down and riposted through. Now here they were, the situation going to shit and no closer to the truth. No matter how much they yelled at one another, neither was to budge from their disposition. Because now they were stuck in an indefinite loop. One was a hyper technological monstrosity trying to keep closed a pandora’s box and the other was an idiot.
What lie would he come up with next, damn, if Odessa wasn’t ready to shoot the man with the gun this instant. Tiring of hearing him ramble on, having the say the same thing to Sarah, “God your just like your mothe-!”
That would be the first time he died.
Truly this was to be a normal day, turning into one perhaps a psychiatrist couldn’t fix.
Odessa wracked his mind for any angle he could probe in the matter. What angle he could approach from that could finally get him an answer he thought he so deserved. These strange abominations destroying the area and only a DMV call center to answer them. Truly, one of the Herculean Labors. No amount was of distance was gained.
“To see what's ther-!? That's why we have satellites, you idiot! We can see all around Earth... from over 1,000 kilometers in space!” Here be the children arguing again. Once more for good effort. Nothing more than children on the play set smacking each other for control of the sandbox. Yet, Jack had the gall to laugh in his face. Oh how Odi was so ready to shove a foot up the guy’s well pampered and shapely ass, no doubt he was Air Force.
No doubt they would continue in anger, in pride, but one of them wouldn’t have anymore. A roll of sound snapped Odessa into attentive vigilance. A smooth roll of metals and joints caused him to whip back around and bring the Launcher up to arm. A beast once wracked with jank movements so smooth and graceful now. Walking past without a second’s care for either human nor their petty desires. Watching it walk past him in awe of its mechanical beauty, both terrifying and inspiring, and seemingly “Nope, nuh-uh, MmmmMmmmm, nada not my damn problem anymore”. It didn’t seem that way for Jacky-boy whom frantically hammered away at his device to control the thing. Somehow controlling the Humanoid bot and the Dog at the same time. Odessa looked on in confusion at this attempt, quite unsure of what to make of it. However, things went to fuck faster than Jack could say it.
Obviously so. For despite being in complete” control of the thing it did something quite far from what he wanted. How much are you in control here Jack? How much?
Another revelation. The Helicopter from before, same design and scheme. Black and white. Pulled into view by Yellow, only for it to mold and take new shape just as the car had. And for Jack to disappear. Odessa let out a startled meep. People being abducted by aliens all day. Who could guess. Two large beasts wrestling about this yard that wasn’t big enough for the both of them, one kicking the other in obvious dismay.
Odessa was locked to the ground, unable to move or comprehend what the actual fuck was happening. They did seem to know each other deeply if only evident in Yellow pointing at Jack just prior, then being on the receiving end of a kick. One that didn’t seem to be a level more hostile than annoyance. He noticed that they shared a few similar features, both humanoid in shape, differing size - but that could be common, a distinct lack of aggression despite the anger of one towards another. From meager glance, it would appear they knew each other. At least as far as human experience could teach seeing animals act the same.
Still, Odessa could only manage an internal “HMMMMMMMMMMM!”. Wide eyed and hunched posture. Unintentional, unconsciously, launching another grenade that sped towards them, bouncing and rolling along until it was near their feet. Coinciding with a loud blast and launch of shrapnel.
Truly, this was meant to be such a normal day….
Then in the evenings came a more decisive bunch. Those off work still forcing themselves to do chores. The time when kids got off school and needed a broom up the backside to stay off my lawn. The time where Old-Man Jenkins would come by, completely covered in scratches and gashes, bloodied to all hell to ask if his chainsaw engines finally came in along with the bulk shipment of industrial strength pesticide, Robitussin, weaponized catheters, and Vaseline - despite picking it up months ago. Poor guy, he never stood a chance…
And after a moment of daily silence, back to the drawing board. Grabbing an endless stack of papers and pencils, the laptop for a quick-and-dirty AutoCAD drawing to go back to work on what really was fantastic. This design was mean to beat them all. Something no human had done or perfected… well, not in atmosphere anyway. There was the project back in the 60’s but we don't talk about that. I’m meaning an actualized plasma. An actually stable variant that is! Properly termed as Stabilized Plasmatic Magnetically Encapsulated Toroid, but Plasma Accelerator is less a mouth full. SssssPPPPPPPEEEEMEEET was much more fun to say however much less popular. Aside from the other projects and mathematically and scientifically feasible attempts. This was to take the cake. Perhaps even press forward technology by the decades. Humanity, as a whole, has successfully been testing magnetically contained plasma containment for over fifty years now, but this was a leap in capability. Not just a leap, a jump. Not just a jump, but… uhhh… mmmm… uhhh... a bigger jump! One which was no doubt Nobel prize winning, not to mention the quite hefty research fund that came with it. Yes, a normal day that soon became BBBRRRRRRRRILLIANT! (complete with tongue roll) when the apple of his eye managed to process such power and see it realized out of it’s muzzle. In such brilliant flash, awoke a flash in his heart. The completion of such a grand endeavor to be ever so enthralling. The boom-booms and ‘splosions were also kindling to such a militaristic heart. So grateful to our lord and savior of inebriation, Lord Bud von Weiser, for his help in staining much needed notes to grant the sight Odessa would need to finally correct a much hindering problem. However many problems that would bring to light.
True, today was supposed to be such a normal day.
And then a woman showed up… and another… and another.
Not out of the question for any woman to show up. A junkyard wasn’t a sexist man-zone, however much uncommon it was, but to have her simply ask about the safety of the area was a first. Then some child and a mute “bodyguard” - if that was to be believed. A normal day turned sour. Some transforming car and finally a man surfing a metal dog. One who had all the answers and wanted nothing more than to lie to him. To cover up something with a jab of lies to be easily broken down and riposted through. Now here they were, the situation going to shit and no closer to the truth. No matter how much they yelled at one another, neither was to budge from their disposition. Because now they were stuck in an indefinite loop. One was a hyper technological monstrosity trying to keep closed a pandora’s box and the other was an idiot.
What lie would he come up with next, damn, if Odessa wasn’t ready to shoot the man with the gun this instant. Tiring of hearing him ramble on, having the say the same thing to Sarah, “God your just like your mothe-!”
That would be the first time he died.
Truly this was to be a normal day, turning into one perhaps a psychiatrist couldn’t fix.
Odessa wracked his mind for any angle he could probe in the matter. What angle he could approach from that could finally get him an answer he thought he so deserved. These strange abominations destroying the area and only a DMV call center to answer them. Truly, one of the Herculean Labors. No amount was of distance was gained.
“To see what's ther-!? That's why we have satellites, you idiot! We can see all around Earth... from over 1,000 kilometers in space!” Here be the children arguing again. Once more for good effort. Nothing more than children on the play set smacking each other for control of the sandbox. Yet, Jack had the gall to laugh in his face. Oh how Odi was so ready to shove a foot up the guy’s well pampered and shapely ass, no doubt he was Air Force.
No doubt they would continue in anger, in pride, but one of them wouldn’t have anymore. A roll of sound snapped Odessa into attentive vigilance. A smooth roll of metals and joints caused him to whip back around and bring the Launcher up to arm. A beast once wracked with jank movements so smooth and graceful now. Walking past without a second’s care for either human nor their petty desires. Watching it walk past him in awe of its mechanical beauty, both terrifying and inspiring, and seemingly “Nope, nuh-uh, MmmmMmmmm, nada not my damn problem anymore”. It didn’t seem that way for Jacky-boy whom frantically hammered away at his device to control the thing. Somehow controlling the Humanoid bot and the Dog at the same time. Odessa looked on in confusion at this attempt, quite unsure of what to make of it. However, things went to fuck faster than Jack could say it.
Obviously so. For despite being in complete” control of the thing it did something quite far from what he wanted. How much are you in control here Jack? How much?
Another revelation. The Helicopter from before, same design and scheme. Black and white. Pulled into view by Yellow, only for it to mold and take new shape just as the car had. And for Jack to disappear. Odessa let out a startled meep. People being abducted by aliens all day. Who could guess. Two large beasts wrestling about this yard that wasn’t big enough for the both of them, one kicking the other in obvious dismay.
Odessa was locked to the ground, unable to move or comprehend what the actual fuck was happening. They did seem to know each other deeply if only evident in Yellow pointing at Jack just prior, then being on the receiving end of a kick. One that didn’t seem to be a level more hostile than annoyance. He noticed that they shared a few similar features, both humanoid in shape, differing size - but that could be common, a distinct lack of aggression despite the anger of one towards another. From meager glance, it would appear they knew each other. At least as far as human experience could teach seeing animals act the same.
Still, Odessa could only manage an internal “HMMMMMMMMMMM!”. Wide eyed and hunched posture. Unintentional, unconsciously, launching another grenade that sped towards them, bouncing and rolling along until it was near their feet. Coinciding with a loud blast and launch of shrapnel.
Truly, this was meant to be such a normal day….