Wordforge VI: The Undiscovered Forum, PART III!!!!

Suddenly, a shot rings out - a negrep torpedo hits the TBBS Battle Cruiser!

(Aboard the TBBS Battle Cruiser Sparforth's Playstation)
Sparforth:
(gravity fails)
Neroon: Warning for floating! Warning for floating!
(a pair of guys beam in. They are wearing Facesuits which, ironically enough, are faceless)
Sparforth:
Faceless guy:
Sparforth: :headshot:
Faceless Guy 2: (blows Neroon's arm off)
Neroon: Warning for amputation! Warning for amputation!!!

(Aboard the USS Wordforge)
Elwood: What the hell is going on?
Cassandra: It would appear that we have fired a series of negrep torpedoes at the TBBS Battle Cruiser.
Diacanu: Cool!
Cassandra: Not it is not, Diacanu.
Diacanu: Sorry. (tries not to giggle)
Albert: Are we shooting somebody?
Elwood: I don't know! (hits intercom) Nick! I want you to do an inventory of our negreps!
Nick: Uh...we burned a couple on Darthsikle for target practice but looks like we're fully loaded...
Lurker: Sir, we're being hailed!
Screen: (Enty appears) You DARE neg us on the eve of Internet peace? (Behind him we see Neroon wailing, "Warning for bleeding, warning for bleeding!") - A couple of your trolls boarded us and shot Chancellor Sparforth!
Diacanu: Wasn't me. I swear!
Enty: I am going to complain to the authorities! I'm going to start a thread on this in MA! And oh yeah, I'm going to blast you out of the stars!
Anna: The cruiser is coming around and is arming torpedos, Captain.
Diacanu: Raise shields, Captain?
Anna: The cruiser is deploying weapons pods and is arming thermonuclear missiles.
Diacanu: Uh...shields? Like, raise 'em?
Elwood: Signal our surrender!
Crew:
Cassandra: Sir, they won't fall for that fake surrender like T'Bonz did that time.
Elwood: No, this time I'm really surrendering.
Cassandra:
Elwood: Lurker, tell the TBBS'ers we're coming aboard with medical help. (to Cass) If I get into trouble I'll need you to get me out of it.
Cassandra: Uh, right. (puts patch of something shiny on obvious place on Elwood's uniform. It falls of. She sighs, gets out tape and tapes it to his cheek.) Good luck, Captain.

(Aboard the Battle Cruiser)
Enty: I should write a nasty post to you right now!
Elwood: I'm here to help. Dr. McAlbert, can you save the Chancellor?
Albert: I'm trying...(thumps Sparforth's chest repeatedly, then grabs him by the neck and starts whacking him against the floor) LIVE, damn you!
Sparforth (weakly): Cap-tain...don't let...it end...this way...not...at the hands...of a...Nebraskan...(mutters something about a Skywalker, dies)
Neroon: Warning for Chancellor death!
Enty: Captain...under your interstellar law I am placing you under arrest...guards, sieze them...
Albert: Hey, you can't bust me, I tried to save the sorry fucker!
Elwood:

Aboard the Wordforge:
Lurker: They've arrested the Captain!
Nick: But we didn't do anything!
Cassandra: Apparently we did.
Nick: That ain't possible. I'm telling you, we have all our negs accounted for!
Cassandra: But someone negged the TBBS'ers. Something close to us. Perhaps beneath us.
Nick: What makes you think it was beneath us?
Cassandra: Everything is beneath me.
Nick: Uh...
Diacanu: Are you talking about a cloaked ship?
Cassandra: Or a cloaked poster.
Nick: But posters can't neg while cloaked!
Cassandra: This one apparently can.
Anna: A Dual of Prey?
Cassandra: Precisely. They would also have to have help from aboard this ship to cover their tracks. So the perpetrators are still aboard. They would be sneaky and underhanded and prone to violence. (Looks at Anna expectantly)
Anna: So...we are looking for two pairs of Texas cowboy boots!

(Later - Elwood and Albert are slowly rising on a platform into an immense, darkly lit chamber. Thousands of squeaky voices are chanting, "BAN! BAN! BAN! BAN!)
Albert: I've never been in MA before...

(At Wordforge HQ, Administrator Chris looks on and scowls)
Chris: It's a damned show trial...and they're pre-empting the game.

(In MA)
Enty: ...and thus the events unfolded as I have described.
Worf212: Objection! How can you prove this?
Enty: I have in my possession the DVD of this movie! (crowd gasps)

(Aboard the USS Blueroom)
Lanzman: Damn those Chinese video pirates. MrsA, signal the Wordforge - tell them we stand by to assist them.
MrsA: I like cahtting with Lurker...

(In MA)
Enty: Play the DVD!
Elwood's voice: I've never trusted TBBS'ers. And I never will. I can never forgive them for the gratitude I feel towards them after they killed my boy.
Enty: These words were spoken by you?
Elwood: Uh...reckon so.
Worf212: Objection! Captain Elwood has not been linked with the murders!
Enty: Captain...is not the owner of a board responsible for the actions of his members?
Albert: Hey, fuck that! El they're setting us up...!
Enty: Answer me Captain! Don't wait for the board lag, answer the question! (glares over at AnthonyF, who shakes his head helplessly)
Elwood: I...am responsible.
Kass (bang rock desk. Sparks fly and the Muzak starts playing soft instrumental version of "Another One Bites The Dust"): Captain Elwood, Dr. McAlbert, in the interests of interstellar amity the sentence of permabanning is commuted.
Albert: Oh, well, that's a relief.
Kass: It is instead the sentence of this court that you be removed from this place and sent to the penal colony of Slipstream BBS, there to serve out the remainder of your natural lives at hard labor.

(Aboard the Wordforge, everyone gasps)
Lurker: Oh God, no...
Diacanu: Not Slipstream!
Nick: Known throughout the universe as the Poster's Graveyard.
Diacanu: Might as well ban them now...
Cassandra: I've been banned before. We're going to start a search of this ship. I want everything turned upside down until we find those boots.


(TO BE CONTINUED)

Now you've fleshed me out

Fun, but I'd have liked it better if you used Wong's board instead of Slipstream...that was before my time (and that of a goodf portion of your readership I might add....)

Lord knows Wong's board is closer to a wasteland of torture and discomfort.

Occasionally, a reminder of what the Wordforge looks like is necessary...


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