segunda-feira, novembro 26, 2007

Starship Enterprise - The rescue

Starship Enterprise - The rescue
Captain's logStar date 20071126.1847

Starship Enterprise has received an emergency distress signal coming from the deep unknown space surrounding Nebula K25899. The origem of the signal was unidentifiable. Its contents minimal and gloomy: "Please assist. We've abandoned all hope.” The sadness and despair within such short message were overwhelming. Somewhere in the lonely immensities of the cold interstellar vacuum, sentient and intelligent beings were suffering. Assistance was undeniable. The routine mission had to be postponed and the ship's course changed to intercept the source of the transmission that was drifting randomly without control. Speeding up to warp 7, we rushed to the scene, hoping to arrive in time to be of some help. As we got closer, we're able to get a visual of our target, an old and rusty freighter, dangling and wobbling without course. Sensor scan revealed that no danger or risks could arise from them. A tractor beam caught it and brought it closer for inspection. Battered and abused, it had seen better days and surely must have some stories to tell. Laser and torpedo scars marked it from side to side. A name could hardly be read: Kat-Arse. Weird to say the least. Scanning for life forms, we found a signal. Someone was still alive in there. As its life signs got weaker, we've beamed it aboard, directly to sick bay. Shortly after being put on life support, it attempted to speak. The computer registered it and tried to translate promptly: "Fónix! Que ressaca! Nunca mais bebo cristais de dilítio! Alguém tem uma cervejinha gelada? Hey! Quem é aquele tipo de pele verde que está ali a olhar para mim? O gajo existe mesmo? Estás a olhar para quem, ó lagartixa?! Vê lá se te transformo em tapete de casa de banho."

4 comentários:

IM disse...

o18
Poor Kat-Arse...don't look at the mirror...you might get scared...lololololololol...
(uma Super Bock e isso passa...passa, passa....eheheheh)
P.S- terá isto alguma relação com o facto de teres ido desafiar os deuses ao horroróscopo???
P.S2- Ter-me-ei de preparar para algo parecido...
(deixa bazar...isto até que pode estar "cuntamindo" com coisas "có(s)micas"!!! Irra!!!...Fui!!!!)

Arroz de Casca disse...

Eu diria que esses cristais de dilítio têm outro nome...Nem sei se esse tipo de lagartixa consegue quaisquer efeitos em mentes que, taditas, já não têm grande solução. Qualquer dia a mente de Kat-Arse vai achar normal colocar o próprio a dizer "Adios, aufiderzin, goodbye" à porta dos concertos do Zé Cid (o género do "homem do adeus" no Saldanha). Bonita imagem...É assim que eles estudam a mente dos humanos. (E que exemplos arranjam eles para estudar!) Eheheheheh! ;)

Catarse disse...

Take me to your leader!

We've captured Kat-Arse and can't believe him to be a commom sample of your species, otherwise you'd have been extinguished for ages or conquered the Universe by now with your madness... ughhh...

Aqui Kat-Arse. Capturei estas lagartixas todas. Está tudo doido. Vou levá-los de volta lá para a terra deles e mostrar-lhes com quantas garrafas de tinto se embezuga um réptil. Ui, está a acordar... Pimba! Toma! Vai buscar!

katabatic disse...

adoro cristais dilítio