X-POP3-Rcpt: parasaur@bigbyte Return-Path: herpetophile-errors@lists.best.com From: WolfWings ShadowFlight Subject: SB037: WolfWings' Return Date: Fri, 11 Oct 1996 05:43:46 -0400 (EDT) BestServHost: lists.best.com Sender: herpetophile-errors@lists.best.com Errors-To: herpetophile-errors@lists.best.com Reply-To: herpetophile@lists.best.com To: herpetophile@lists.best.com Well, first-off, I wish this had turned out longer, as I had a friend I was working out an idea with but me-thinks that idea'll just be scrapped and re-done laters. Anyways, it's basically just me getting everyscaley out of one mess, and into another one, albeit a little smaller(larger?) then the last one was. So, enjoy! }:> BTW Dino? In the huge group collection of all the SB's so far, seemes SB010 got snipped somehows, and when ya' see the one I mean, me-thinks you'll see why I bring it up. }:> ____________________________________________________________ | | | Yeah I'm wierd! |\____/| WolfWings ShadowFlight | | \/~~~~\/ Shadow Dragon at large! | | .:::: .:::. .:::. \^ ^/ wolfwings@kernvalley.com | | `~-,_ : : ` .-' \oo/ WolfWings@IRC, FM, FT, SPR, | | ::::' `:::' . ~~ and several others. | |____________________________________________________________| When we last left our heros... Orelious was cut short by the sound of a shotgun being cocked behind her. Orelious spun around and to the left, and everyone could now see the police officer which had managed to sneak up behind them. He was training a large shotgun on Stormfront. "Drop your weapons! All of you! Get down on your knees and put your...hands behind your...heads!" he yelled, his voice wavering slightly. Red thought about how this was handled the last time, and he said, "Hi! I'm...uh...we're looking for the...Star Trek convention?" (See SB006) He thought about pulling out a toy gun and firing a shot off into the air, but as soon as he started to move, the cop tightened his grip on his shotgun and disengaged the safety. "I said drop your weapons! Hands up!" Two police cars raced around the corner but slowed to a stop about 25 yards away. Four more cops got out, two carrying handguns and the other two brandishing shotguns. "Oooooh, shit!" Dino hissed to himself... And now, SB037, WolfWings' Return... His computerized mind racing silently for mere seconds, WolfWings slowly lowered his arms, and began padding forward towards the police officer, a sly grin flashing across his muzzle. The officer, noticing the movement, deftly swung the shotgun towards the approaching cybernetic wolf, and went slack- jawed as he noticed the blood-red glowing pupils. "Terminate human, terminate human, terminate human, terminate human, term..." chanted WolfWings, leaving his voice as robotic-sounding as possible as he kept walking towards the officer, totally oblivious to the 12-guage shotgun staring back at him. As everyone gave WolfWings a look like "What the fuck?" the police officer fainted, a small dark patch appearing on the front of his uniform. Grinning, WolfWings snapped everyone out of their trance by shouting, "Come on everyone! Move yer' butts!" and diligently beginning to shove everyone until they were all down the street and around the corner, a trail of thrown, shoved, and in general demolished series of cars, dumpsters, and loose trash blocking the street behind them, the sound of cops running back to their cars and driving off behind that. As they all leaned against the nearest immovable object and caught their breath, Dino wheezed, "Where in the world did you think of that?" to WolfWings, who replied, "Been spending my time watching all the movies on the TURDIS. What? Ya' think I just spent all my time admiring the robotics?" As various creatures quietly chuckled and snickered, WolfWings became aware that that was just what they had thought, and he joined in their laughter for a mere moment before loudly whispering, "Quiet everyone! Siren coming down the street..." Obediantly, much to Dino disgust, they all obeyed him without question, hunkering down in alleys and shadows. Suddenly, Dino found himself yanked off the street into a nearby trash dumpster. Flustered, he looked up and found WolfWings looking back at him, or rather guessed that was who it was, judging by the pair of glowing red eyes staring at him. "So what now?" tooted Dino in a somewhat flustered way. Rather than reply, WolfWings reached over and grabbed Dino's muzzle, holding it shut. When Dino began to squirm against the grip, WolfWings reached down underneath the tunic and grabbed something that caused Dino to stop stone-cold as the Siren whizzed past them and on down the street. After WolfWings released his grip on various pieces of Dino's anatomy and hopped out of the dumpster, Dino followed suit, trying to smooth out his tunic. They all slowly worked their way back through the war-zone they had created in their haste to escape. As they reached the TURDIS, or rather where it had been, they all groaned as they found nothing but the dumpster next to where it had been, the TURDIS having apperently been removed...