Wordforge: Serenity, Part IV

(Cut To) A security video of Miniborgs beating up people. Then we see a pretty redhead on the ship's monitor.

Tamar (on screen): Ooh, Storm, you guys always bring me the best in asswhippings.
Storm: My pleasure. But we're trying to figure out why she went off like that.
Tamar: She's a British teenager with lots of piercings. What do you expect?
Storm: Well, could you look into it? Nobody can dig up dirt like you can.
Tamar: Aw, Storm, quit being in love with me...besides, I already have a boy toy. (points at man sitting on couch behind her) I have Zel, my HusBot. (Zel smiles, waves) But I'll check...
(screen shows Miniborg staring at TV)
TV: Next, on an all-new Enterprise...
Miniborg (whispers): Cassandra
Tamar: That's it!
Storm: What?
Tamar: New episode of Enterprise. That's what triggered her. There's a signal buried inside it...Paramount executive level, highly coded. Do you know what it is you're carrying?
Storm: Uh, the doctor said enough antibiotics would make that burning go away...
Tamar: Not you. The girl.
Storm: Hell, I don't know what she's got. I ain't slept with her.
Tamar: No. I mean, someone has resurrected Enterprise with the sole intention of pissing off Miniborg.
Techman: Doing that would piss a lot of people off...
Tamar: what I'm TRYING to say here is that someone went to enormous trouble to find your little Brit. I'd be hiding if I were you.

Cut To: The ship, landing at a dusty barren spaceport bearing the sign: MEDIA CENTRAL. The hatch opens to reveal Shepherd...er, Shepherd. We see the crew settling in, hanging out, chilling around a fire.
Storm: Thanks for letting us hide here.
Shepherd: Not a problem. Diacanu needs some more women to reject him.
Storm: We're in a heap of trouble.
Shepherd: Tell me about it. (takes a draw from a long pipe, blows smoke ring) They'll come at you from behind and take you sideways.
Storm: Ouch. Well, at least I can shoot at them.
Shepherd: No. This won't be like that. They'll send a Troll Operative, which is trolling you've not known.
Storm: You'll have to tell me sometime why you know so much. And how come you're called Shepherd Shepherd.
Shepherd: No, I don't.
Storm: C'mon...
Shepherd: Nope.
Storm: I'll tickle you.
Shepherd: NOPE.

Cut to: Caribbean island. Caelia Praetorius is sunning herself on the beach as Mewa walks up.
Caelia:
Mewa:
Caelia:
Mewa:

(Cut To: Storm sleeping)
Techman: YO, STORM! YOU GOT A PHONE CALL.
Storm (mutters, grabs remote, turns it on. Looks startled as Caelia appears on screen)
Caelia: Is this a bad time?
Storm (looks back, sees rubber doll in bed, throws covers over it hurriedly): Er, no, not at all, what's up?
Caelia: I was wondering if I could hire your crew. We have some furniture that needs moving here and we could use some mindless muscle.
Storm: er, sure...btw, you left some of your Marx books and some porn here...
Caelia: Uh, the porn's probably not mine...
Storm: Er, yeah, I reckon...
Caelia: So I'll see you guys soon?
Storm: Sure.

(Cut to: Bridge. Storm arrives whilst everyone is quietly chuckling)
Miss Manners: Trap?
Storm: Yup.
Summerteeth: Oh, now, how do you know that?
Storm: I take it y'all were watching?
(everyone hesitates, then nods)
Storm: Did you see her throw blood at the screen and scream, "Shut up, you mindless Texas warmongering piece of monkey shit!"
Summerteeth: No.
Storm: Trap.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

There's no character left I could play, except Reaver #3

Fuck you, I'M playing Reaver #3.



I've thought of someone I could be, but I doubt POTN would spring for it.
~Kyle

Why do you always team me up with Trollboy

Better quesion:

Why does he always team me up with the dirty Teutonic whore?

Ah...chemistry.

PM me. Fast.

(always open to suggestions)

One for trolling

HusBot..LOL..

Uhh...How'd ya know??

Lucky guess?