The time has come for the Nebuchadnezzar’s first mission. Of course, all members of the Neb should add to the story. If anyone from another ship cares to join in on the fun, don’t hesitate to add a chapter.

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TINM sat on a stool next to the bar in Kara’s dimly lit lounge. A cloud of smoke lingered near the ceiling of the place, produced by the numerous citizens of Zion smoking their tobaccie as they played poker and drank. It was a normal day. As Kara wiped a shot glass clean, she looked behind her and noticed TINM off to her side. After setting the shot glass down, she turned to face him.

Kara: How’s it goin, craptain?
TINM: All seems well.
Kara: Where’s the rest of the crew?
TINM: They went off in the back to recruit some people for strip poker. Gimme a shot of 151?
Kara: But of course.

An obnoxious shout sounded off. The two turned their attention to the left of the bar, where the kid (you know which one I’m talking about) was stumbling about.

Kara: Goddamnit, I gave that kid one shot of Jack Daniels and look at him now.

The kid continued to scream obscenities. Like a helicopter, he spread his arms out and twirled around while laughing… maniacally. When he finally stopped spinning, an odd look overcame his face and he fell flat on his face.

TINM: There he goes, passed out cold. One of God's own prototypes. Some kind of high powered mutant never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live, and too rare to die.
Kara: Right…

Kara was met with an odd stare from TINM.

Kara: Stop that. Freak.
TINM: It’s time.
Kara: Cut the vagueness. It’s time for what?
TINM: Our first mission. Grab a bottle of Jack Daniels and follow me to the others for briefing.
Kara: How long do you think we’ll be gone?
TINM: God only knows.
Kara: Ok then.

Kara reached for a sign under the counter and set it out. The caption read “Out to lunch, serve yourself. Place all cash in lockbox.” Was she relying on the honor system? Such systems were known to be faulty when alcohol was added to the equation. Perhaps she should have used something more reliable, like the metric system, to ensure those drunkards paid for their booze in her absence.

The two sat down in a booth, joining the other members of their ship.

TINM: No luck with the recruits?
NITO: I don’t think anyone is drunk enough yet…
TINM: Fair enough. We have work ahead of us, though, guys. Here’s the dealio. The Neb has been chosen to lead a search and destroy mission into the Matrix. Our objective is to assassinate none other than those two rambunctious, anorexic, coke addicts: The Olsen Twins.
DM (TheDrakeMaster): I always had a hard time deciding which was hotter…

The four other crew members entered a period of awkward silence.

Skitto: … They’re twins… They look exactly the same.
TINM: … Riiight… Continuing: After becoming teenage billionaires, they have used their connections to set up a Matrix-wide conglomeration, not much different from that of the Merovingian’s. This Olsen conglomeration is polluting the Matrix with what some refer to as “spam.” Their numerous and unnecessary movies, books, apparel, stationary papers, TV shows, and the like are flooding the Matrix, causing the CPU usage of the system to increase. With this increased use in system resources, the Matrix tends to hiccup, causing an array of problems. These problems threaten the well-being of all those connected to the system - We cannot let innocent minds to be lost. The council has chosen us to patch up this problem.
Kara: Who’s backing us up on this mission?
TINM: Everyone. No one. Who really knows? All that you can count on is our involvement.
Kara: Alrighty then.
TINM: So, does everyone understand what’s going on?
Kara: Yep.
NITO: Gotcha.
DM: Sure thing, craptain
Skitto: Loud and clear.

Not one of them understood. Even TINM was clueless. None of it made sense, and rightfully so. The five members of the Neb gathered their belongings and rose from the booth. Like ducks, they filed out of the lounge, following TINM as he headed for the Neb. NITO went out of his way to step on the unconscious kid lying on the metal floor. FYM fumbled with Kara’s lockbox, trying to pay for his beer. UT, Mac, and Niva were on the karaoke machine singing “Whiskey In The Jar.” A bum fight between NMN and DPD was in full gear near the exit of the bar. Others were too drunk to mention. Anarchy was afoot. All was well.

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lol how can you even think of hurting those 2 hottie's :eek:

don't know about my crew, but I will defend them whahahahhahahahahaaha


lol you have to go true me, before you can get to them

then Freddy falls to the ground, VERY DRUNK
TINM looks at him and raise's his eyebrow and shake's his head

he walks passed Freddy, but then feels a pull at his footh. he see's freddy holding his left footh
TINM: uhhh freddy, did you mean what you said. or is it because your drunk ?
Freddy: hicup. hell yeah i meaned it.
then freddy falls uncounsious and to sleep :boring:

Take a look arround.



NMN EDIT: Your first warning. Don't spam my boards.

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I am no one to make any warning to you Jaideska but what I have seen outta your posts so far is spam. If you can please limit to it or even stop cold turkey that would be great. Welcome to the site and I hope you enjoy yourself here.
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AO walks up to FK and picks him up off of the floor. TINM walks off to his crew meeting, and leaves FK and AO in the dust.

AO "What the hell is wrong with you capitan?"
FK "Nothing I...I...just get me a damn drink."
AO "I think those drinks have got to go for now."
FK "I am your....ca, ca, craptan and you must do what I say."

AO takes FK to his room hoping when he wakes up he will be more sober. S1 sees AO coming outta the door and the two talk for a while outside. After a few minutes the head down to the bar for a few drinks of Kara's.

TINM meets up with the crew for a mission meeting and finds himself talking to himself. So TINM must raise his voice and doing so everyone reads loud and clear. Now TINM proceeds with his lecture about the mission.
(Hope you don't mind of what I did here TINM, but I did it to clear up the little mess with you and FK.)

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Assassinate the Olsen Twins...LMAO...that's pretty twisted...lol

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well TINM, are you even going to begin writing this mission of yours ???

tread hasn't died our already now ?

No, that's what I call a service to humanity. ;)

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Amen to that.

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lol how can you all even think of that.

oke there irritating, but just look at them, there f*cking HOT. ooohhhh i could just ..... oeps better not say not ;)

Freddy... ahh, foget about it. Let's get this thing on the road.

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Kara sighed, and felt the desire to throw an apple at the next person who spoke.

"I--"

Clunk! Bullseye.

"Where'd you get the apple?!" Someone asked.

Kara shrugged.

"Dunno."

A fight erupted over the bruised and battered apple. Kara laughed and saught out TINM. She found him in cockpit, sipping daintly from a glass of scotch.

"So, Cap'n Crunch. Where are we going?"

"Have you seen my flute recently?"

"No."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

Kara snickered behind a hand, wondering how long it would take him to realize where it was, which was in the bathroom. The current bet was six years.

"Really sure?"

"Yes."

"Has NITO located the Twins yet?"

"Dunno. I'll go ask."

Kara scampered up the corridor and slid down a ladder, taking a deep breath as she did.

"HEY NITO! ANY LUCK?"

"ARE YOU KIDDING?! THESE GIRLS LIKE EELS! OR RABBITS! WHATEVER, TAKE YOUR PICK!"

"OKAY!"

Back up the ladder and into the cockpit she went, panting noisly.

"No luck, cap'n."

"Scotch. Scotch. I love Scotch."

"Sir?"

"I'm Ron Burgandy?"

Bahaha, a little activity in this thread, and a new chapter! That was great Kara, you DEFINITELY got my character down. Bravo! I'll write some later today.

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