Gospog
First Post
Let's get ready to rumble!!!
A short hike through the foul weather later, the Omega Ops Center is in view. From where the group stands, the door appears to be wide open, allowing the storm into the center. The lights are out.
Jake, Manuel and Cecil draw weapons and check the perimeter. Johnny Axelrod draws his pistol and strolls into the dark and
quiet Omega Center.
In the distance, thunder crashes. A jagged fork of lightning lights up the sky, and the Omega Center. The flash illuminates six motionless bodies on the floor of the Center. The rest of the group files into the Center. Everyone sees the bodies.
Jake immediately begins to investigate the bodies closely.
JAKE: This is amateur work. What's the thme to these killings? Where's the art? Amateurs.
CECIL: The art is that DHC Agents killed everyone here. We should find out why. Who'd like to check the Centers' computer network, see if they messed with anything?
MANUEL: I can do that. Hold on.
Manuel slides a corpse off a rolling chair and sits down in front of a computer terminal. He begins typing rapidly, row after row of text scrolling accross the screen in front of him.
MANUEL: Hmm, looks like the DHC Agents were busy here. They did something to the Omega Scanner. Can't say what without looking at the scanner itself. I'll head up to the roof and take a look. Biznitch, you know Omega Scaners, want to give me a hand?
Biznitch is busy in the corner, having an animated conversation with the new voice in her head.
BIZNITCH: No, they're my- How sharp? Big axe...big...
MANUEL: Hey, Biznitch!!
BIZNITCH: Wha? What? Where? Oh, up on the roof, yes, let's look. Let's see.
Biznitch and Manuel head up to the roof and begin to dismantle the Omega Scanner. What they find does not bode well.
BIZNITCH: We can reverse this, right?
MANUEL: I think so. Let's give it a shot.
About ten minutes later, they close the Omega Scaner back up and meet with the rest of the group in the Center.
BIZNITCH: The Dark Horror Core altered the scanner so that it actually attracts Omega waves, instead of just sensing them.
MANUEL: And at an accelerated rate. It made for Omega Wave accumulation three times what is normal for normal DHC teleportation.
JAKE: Why would they want to do that?
MANUEL: Theoretically, it would-- er, it might, allow a Dark Horror Core Saucer Robot to teleport directly into Earth's atmoshere, instead of in low orbit.
JAKE: And this robot would appear where, exactly?
Johnny Axelrod points out the window of the Center.
JOHNNY: How about right over there?
Everyone turns to look where Johnny is pointing. An ugly purple glow stains the sky like a bruise. It pulses and grows brighter. The repaired Omega Sensor begins beeping frantically. As Force Six watches, the sky inside the purple glow splits open and disgorges a metal nightmare.
The body of the saucer robot is a black metal hemisphere. Three long stalks sprout from it, each bearing a hideous, alien metal head. Two metal claws thrust out from the "front" of the monstrosity, each one razor sharp.
Force Six stares at the approaching menace, and the new voice in Biznitchs' head whispers a name in her ear.
BIZNITCH: Tri-Zorg. That's the Tri-Zorg.
A short hike through the foul weather later, the Omega Ops Center is in view. From where the group stands, the door appears to be wide open, allowing the storm into the center. The lights are out.
Jake, Manuel and Cecil draw weapons and check the perimeter. Johnny Axelrod draws his pistol and strolls into the dark and
quiet Omega Center.
In the distance, thunder crashes. A jagged fork of lightning lights up the sky, and the Omega Center. The flash illuminates six motionless bodies on the floor of the Center. The rest of the group files into the Center. Everyone sees the bodies.
Jake immediately begins to investigate the bodies closely.
JAKE: This is amateur work. What's the thme to these killings? Where's the art? Amateurs.
CECIL: The art is that DHC Agents killed everyone here. We should find out why. Who'd like to check the Centers' computer network, see if they messed with anything?
MANUEL: I can do that. Hold on.
Manuel slides a corpse off a rolling chair and sits down in front of a computer terminal. He begins typing rapidly, row after row of text scrolling accross the screen in front of him.
MANUEL: Hmm, looks like the DHC Agents were busy here. They did something to the Omega Scanner. Can't say what without looking at the scanner itself. I'll head up to the roof and take a look. Biznitch, you know Omega Scaners, want to give me a hand?
Biznitch is busy in the corner, having an animated conversation with the new voice in her head.
BIZNITCH: No, they're my- How sharp? Big axe...big...
MANUEL: Hey, Biznitch!!
BIZNITCH: Wha? What? Where? Oh, up on the roof, yes, let's look. Let's see.
Biznitch and Manuel head up to the roof and begin to dismantle the Omega Scanner. What they find does not bode well.
BIZNITCH: We can reverse this, right?
MANUEL: I think so. Let's give it a shot.
About ten minutes later, they close the Omega Scaner back up and meet with the rest of the group in the Center.
BIZNITCH: The Dark Horror Core altered the scanner so that it actually attracts Omega waves, instead of just sensing them.
MANUEL: And at an accelerated rate. It made for Omega Wave accumulation three times what is normal for normal DHC teleportation.
JAKE: Why would they want to do that?
MANUEL: Theoretically, it would-- er, it might, allow a Dark Horror Core Saucer Robot to teleport directly into Earth's atmoshere, instead of in low orbit.
JAKE: And this robot would appear where, exactly?
Johnny Axelrod points out the window of the Center.
JOHNNY: How about right over there?
Everyone turns to look where Johnny is pointing. An ugly purple glow stains the sky like a bruise. It pulses and grows brighter. The repaired Omega Sensor begins beeping frantically. As Force Six watches, the sky inside the purple glow splits open and disgorges a metal nightmare.
The body of the saucer robot is a black metal hemisphere. Three long stalks sprout from it, each bearing a hideous, alien metal head. Two metal claws thrust out from the "front" of the monstrosity, each one razor sharp.
Force Six stares at the approaching menace, and the new voice in Biznitchs' head whispers a name in her ear.
BIZNITCH: Tri-Zorg. That's the Tri-Zorg.
