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<blockquote data-quote="Capellan" data-source="post: 1949200" data-attributes="member: 6294">&quot;The Targ Totality&quot; - Part 10&quot;I think I need to sit down.&quot; Fury has an ashen look on his face.&quot;Zere may not be cause for alarm, Captain.&quot; Gustav soothes.&nbsp; He turns to the captured Targ scientists, &quot;What will your people do with the vessel?&quot;&quot;It will be brought here for disassembly and study.&quot;&quot;Oh, no cause for alarm at all.&quot; Fury covers his eyes with his hand, &quot;Do the records say where they'll take her, Archie?&quot;&quot;She's scheduled to arrive in Hangar D in twenty minutes, Captain.&quot;&quot;Right, then we need to get there in twenty-one.&quot; Fury's all business, now that his true love of is at risk. &quot;Have we got everything we need about the mould.&quot;&quot;Ve do.&nbsp; It is all in ze electronic brain of Archie, here.&quot; Gustav slaps the robot's metallic shoulder.&quot;What do we do after we get the Pathfinder?&quot; S'Ondra wants to know, &quot;Do we stay here, or use the Q-Drive to look for a universe with more humans and fewer alien invaders?&quot;&quot;How about one filled with Venusian slave-girls?&quot; Fury suggests.&quot;Based on ze fauna of Venus, zey would probably be carnivorous and eat zere mates.&quot; Gustav chortles a little at his own joke.&quot;I'll just send you first, Doc.&quot;&quot;I zink I'm a bit old for zat, Captain.&quot;&quot;Don't worry, it's just like riding a bike.&quot;Gustav looks perplexed,&quot;Vere are ze pedals?&quot;&quot;There has been an update to the ship's records.&quot; Archie interrupts, &quot;The Targ have discovered signs of intelligent life on the second planet of the system.&quot;&quot;On Venus?&nbsp; In this universe?&quot; Fury raises an eyebrow, &quot;What kind of sensors are they using?&quot;S'Ondra flushes angrily, but Archie speaks before she can attempt to verbally castrate the Captain.&quot;Apparently they have detected the organised use of fire on the planet, Captain.&quot;&quot;Ha!&quot; the Princess points an accusing finger at Fury, &quot;And who gave my people fire?&nbsp; This is your fault, you and your delusions of god-hood.&quot;Fury rubs his temples in a manner that suggests an incipient migraine,&quot;Look, first we have to get off this ship.&quot; He says, in the most reasonable tones he can muster, &quot;Then we can try to help the Venusians ... but the first question is how we can fly out of here without getting blown out of the sky.&nbsp; Archie, is there any chance you could disable the Targ ship's weapon systems?&quot;&quot;Unfortunately not, Captain.&nbsp; Each turret is on an individual circuit&nbsp; I would have to disable each of them individually, and as soon as I began the Targ would start to investigate the cause.&quot;&quot;Damnation!&quot; Fury pounds his fist into his hand. &quot;Even I can't fly out from under the nose of two hundred guns.&quot;&quot;Actually Captain, I believe you can.&quot; The optimistic lights are glowing within Archie's head, &quot;The individual circuits allow weapons to keep firing until the entire vessel suffers catastrophic damage, but it significantly increases their initial response time to targets.&quot;&quot;How significantly?&quot; Fury looks unconvinced.&quot;Unknown.&quot; Archie admits, &quot;However, Targ circuitry appears substantially less sophisticated than our own.&nbsp; I believe we would have a measurable chance of survival if we leave the Targ vessel at maximum acceleration and make directly for the surface.&nbsp; The Targ sensors will find it difficult to target us due to the cover of the planet.&quot;&quot;Anyone else got any better ideas?&quot;S'Ondra and Gustav exchange a look.&nbsp; The Doctor shakes his head,&quot;I do not zink we have any ozzer option.&quot;The Princess has meanwhile turned her attention to the Targ captives,&quot;You there!&quot; she barks at the taller of the two, &quot;What will your people do to the Venusians?&quot;The Targ shrugs,&quot;They will probably be conquered as used as slaves.&nbsp; Aliens of limited intelligence and development make a useful labour force.&nbsp; We will identify and execute the leaders and intellectuals - such as they are - and breed the rest as slave stock.&quot;&quot;Breed?&quot; Fury's ears prick up at the topic, &quot;You know about breeding?&nbsp; We had to explain it to your soldiers, and even then they thought it was disgusting.&quot;&quot;It is disgusting.&quot; The Targ says primly, &quot;But how else would animals breed?&quot;&nbsp; He yelps in fright as S'Ondra half-lunges at him, a guttural growl coming from her lips.&quot;Ignore him, Princess.&quot; Fury advises, &quot;He obviously doesn't know what he's talking about.&quot;S'Ondra growls again, glaring at the still-quailing scientist, then stiffly turns away from him, her face grim and angry.&nbsp; Clenching her fists around her heat lance, she strides toward the door.&quot;Let's get to that Hangar.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Capellan, post: 1949200, member: 6294"] [b]"The Targ Totality" - Part 10[/b] "I think I need to sit down." Fury has an ashen look on his face. "Zere may not be cause for alarm, Captain." Gustav soothes. He turns to the captured Targ scientists, "What will your people do with the vessel?" "It will be brought here for disassembly and study." "Oh, no cause for alarm [I]at all[/I]." Fury covers his eyes with his hand, "Do the records say where they'll take her, Archie?" "She's scheduled to arrive in Hangar D in twenty minutes, Captain." "Right, then we need to get there in twenty-one." Fury's all business, now that his true love of is at risk. "Have we got everything we need about the mould." "Ve do. It is all in ze electronic brain of Archie, here." Gustav slaps the robot's metallic shoulder. "What do we do after we get the [I]Pathfinder[/I]?" S'Ondra wants to know, "Do we stay here, or use the Q-Drive to look for a universe with more humans and fewer alien invaders?" "How about one filled with Venusian slave-girls?" Fury suggests. "Based on ze fauna of Venus, zey would probably be carnivorous and eat zere mates." Gustav chortles a little at his own joke. "I'll just send you first, Doc." "I zink I'm a bit old for zat, Captain." "Don't worry, it's just like riding a bike." Gustav looks perplexed, "Vere are ze pedals?" "There has been an update to the ship's records." Archie interrupts, "The Targ have discovered signs of intelligent life on the second planet of the system." "On Venus? In [I]this[/I] universe?" Fury raises an eyebrow, "What kind of sensors are they using?" S'Ondra flushes angrily, but Archie speaks before she can attempt to verbally castrate the Captain. "Apparently they have detected the organised use of fire on the planet, Captain." "Ha!" the Princess points an accusing finger at Fury, "And who gave my people fire? This is your fault, you and your delusions of god-hood." Fury rubs his temples in a manner that suggests an incipient migraine, "Look, first we have to get off this ship." He says, in the most reasonable tones he can muster, "Then we can try to help the Venusians ... but the first question is how we can fly out of here without getting blown out of the sky. Archie, is there any chance you could disable the Targ ship's weapon systems?" "Unfortunately not, Captain. Each turret is on an individual circuit I would have to disable each of them individually, and as soon as I began the Targ would start to investigate the cause." "Damnation!" Fury pounds his fist into his hand. "Even [I]I[/I] can't fly out from under the nose of two hundred guns." "Actually Captain, I believe you can." The optimistic lights are glowing within Archie's head, "The individual circuits allow weapons to keep firing until the entire vessel suffers catastrophic damage, but it significantly increases their initial response time to targets." "How significantly?" Fury looks unconvinced. "Unknown." Archie admits, "However, Targ circuitry appears substantially less sophisticated than our own. I believe we would have a measurable chance of survival if we leave the Targ vessel at maximum acceleration and make directly for the surface. The Targ sensors will find it difficult to target us due to the cover of the planet." "Anyone else got any better ideas?" S'Ondra and Gustav exchange a look. The Doctor shakes his head, "I do not zink we have any ozzer option." The Princess has meanwhile turned her attention to the Targ captives, "You there!" she barks at the taller of the two, "What will your people do to the Venusians?" The Targ shrugs, "They will probably be conquered as used as slaves. Aliens of limited intelligence and development make a useful labour force. We will identify and execute the leaders and intellectuals - such as they are - and breed the rest as slave stock." "Breed?" Fury's ears prick up at the topic, "You know about breeding? We had to explain it to your soldiers, and even then they thought it was disgusting." "It [I]is[/I] disgusting." The Targ says primly, "But how else would [I]animals[/I] breed?" He yelps in fright as S'Ondra half-lunges at him, a guttural growl coming from her lips. "Ignore him, Princess." Fury advises, "He obviously doesn't know what he's talking about." S'Ondra growls again, glaring at the still-quailing scientist, then stiffly turns away from him, her face grim and angry. Clenching her fists around her heat lance, she strides toward the door. "Let's get to that Hangar." [/QUOTE]

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