Post by RaceFanX on Jul 5, 2010 1:02:48 GMT -5
And now the pieces of Epsilon's evil plan are starting to fall into place. Will the pups stop him or is this the end of the line for England's football-watching community. Tonight his plan is revealed in London Calling PART 5...
Lot of characters in action for this one...
Put-tat! A rivet was popped into place. Put-tat! Omega popped another one into place with one of the Skayninians' stolen power tools. He was clearly building a base of some sort. The abandoned warehouse where Epsilon and his crew had assembled was buzzing with activity as the device was assembled. Nu was deep in her work as sautering gun to hook several copper wires together.
The building itself was largely empty. Previously it had been a storage building for an electronics firm but now the giant building was all but empty minus the action of the pups. The area was secluded, almost all of the neighboring buildings were also vacant. Minus a dark red Ford Transit box van with tinted windows, no cars were parked on the street. Inside all was going according to plan. Most of the pups plugged away assembling the device with Nu overseeing the process and doing much of the most complicated work. Epsilon typed away at a laptop computer the group had stolen in their heist earlier, an internet connecting device very clearly attached.
"At this rate, we should be done two hours ahead of schedule," said Sigma proudly. "Even with the possibility of unexpected delays the transmitter should be done and ready to test tonight."
"Excellent," responded Epsilon. "I have found a suitable target for the test. It will allow us to both assure the equipment is working and tie up a loose end."
Zeta and Iota could be test fitting some hinges. Kappa fetched equipment from the group's pile of ill-gotten gains. Somewhere in his heart the little corgi knew all this was wrong, he was happy to be on Earth but was pondering in the back of his head if he had a way out. He really wanted no part in Epsilon's attack but knew any attempt to sabotage or stop it would not likely end well for him. Part of him was pulling for those Dalmatian pups, he only hoped that they had figured out the secrets of the diagram they had aquired...
Back in the rented Dearly flat the pups had no idea regarding any of the secrets of diagram. After a day of sightseeing that delayed looking into it more, the Dearly humans had brought them back to the flat so they could take a nap before a night out on the town.
The pups had focused much of their attention toward trying to figure out what Epsilon's intent was with some looking over the diagrams and others using Anita's laptop to look for leads on the internet. Even with the combined brain power of most of the group it was proving a hard nut to crack. Of course "intergalatic electronics design" was not exactly a class in their Bark Brigade training...
"You think it's some sort of laser," asked Stu. "You know, like in 'All Dogs go to Heaven.' Maybe he means to fire it into the crowd."
"Straight up mass murder isn't really his thing," Patch replied.
"Yeah, he's willing to kill if pushed but never his targets," added Tippy.
"I'd almost rule out the premise of it being a straight up weapon," said Shadow. "Guns, bombs, et cetera, all unlikely given what we know about him."
"Knowning him it has to be some sort of amplifier for his signals but this design is nothing like the one he had last time," said Techno.
"Maybe it's designed for more than one pup to operate," suggested Star.
"Yeah, he's got backup this time doesn't he," chimed Lucky. "Like that corgi Cloud was talking to, or that black lab."
"It's possible," said Doc. "I just hope we've still got numbers on our side."
"Judging by how brazen that electronics store theft was he propably has a decent amount of reinforcements," said Dakota. "He's likely got five to ten dogs with him. A smaller group is more likely to be more loyal to him."
"Yeah, too many cooks spoil the soup," said Foody. "Umm, soup."
"This is not the time to be thinking of food," said Owle.
"With a smaller group he'd be able to react quicker to a changing situation too," added Nuke.
"Yeah, like in that movie 'Enemy of the State,' Will Smith and Gene Hackman used that to their advantage," said Clayton. "There's no telling what his move could be now that he knows we're onto him."
The pups on the labtop were having slightly more luck. Nemo typed away at the keyboard while Two-Tone operated the mouse. The pups were very clearly on a news site. Cadpig read aloud from the story.
"Six meteor strikes in central London all in the last two days," Cadpig said. "Same results each time, large impact-small crater."
"According to BBC one of the strikes hit their main office building," noted Flo. "And it occuried within minutes of a break-in that injured a security guard."
"Is BBC televising the game," asked Rolly?
Two-Tone clicked onto another page and answered.
"Yup," she said. "According to this their games are normally broadcast on an ITV or a Setanta Sports channel but because this is some sort of special pre-World Cup exhibition they cut a deal with all parties involved to have it on BBC to drum up even more national support for the team."
"Like they need it," said Pesky. "The English national soccer team is their equilivant of the US basketball Dream Team. They love them like crazy."
"And one of the other strikes happened at the same place and time as that disappearence of the English teen that everyone is attributing to a cult," said Mimi. "His friends claim a black dog popped out of the wreckage and turned their friend into some sort of Gromit-lookalike. Naturally everyone thinks they're crazy and brainwashed by the non-existant cult."
"Even money says that's the black lab that was with Epsilon," Kendra noted. "So it looks like we're dealing with a group of seven alien dogs and they will attack the big Germany-England football match tomorrow night. Why don't we just surround the stadium? We know they'll be there."
"That's a good backup plan but why cut it close," said Tripod. "We're not James Bond, saving the world with a few hours to spare is just as effective as doing so with double-o seven seconds to spare. We've got to try and stop him before he ever gets to the stadium."
At the stadium a day's work was ending for the set-up crew. Wires were laid, concessions were stocked and a new giant green antenna was installed on the stadium roof. All that was left was to bring out the cameras and valuable broadcasting equipment itself and get it in position, which would be done the following morning.
The sun eventually set on another London day. Night fell, the pups hopes of searching the city high and low for Epsilon were spoiled by Roger pulling all the right strings to give his extended family the rare opportunity to take in a play in the London theater district. It was a good play and the pups enjoyed it but they couldn't help but wonder if this would be their last night with their family intact as it was. Even if it was they were going to enjoy it. They'd have to catch Epsilon in the morning.
In a residential area of London all seemed well. People were walking up and down the sidewalks past a row of houses with a line of shops on the other side of the street, none of them noticed an oddly parked red Ford Transit van with tinted windows that sat just off the street in an alley. In back of one of the houses a small Cairn terrier pup was up to no good, a walkie-talkie attached to his collar. Slowly Zeta approached a TV antenna attached to one of the houses to recieve signals. He pulled a small blinking device and a mostly-used roll of duct tape from his collar and attached the device to the antenna then snuck off into the darkness. He removed the walkie-talkie from his collar.
"The device is in place to recieve, just hit the antenna and we're good to go," said Zeta.
"Roger that," replied Epsilon on the other end. "Operation Scooper is a go. We'll meet you back at the van."
The border collie and the other five dogs in the group had used a fire escape to access the roof of one of the stores. Next to them stood the fully assembled device, at first glance it looked like a standard broadcasting TV camera but if one looked close it was a bit shorter than real cameras with controls placed much lower.
Slowly the "camera" was moved into place at the edge of the roof.
"Showtime," stated Iota. "Can I do the honors?"
"Why not," stated Epsilon. "Let's finish the hook-up and let her loose..."
Inside the house all was not exactly normal.
"What are we going to do? What are we going to do? What are we going to do," said a female voice...revealed to Hannah, the same girl from earlier. "Luke's a dog, the world thinks we are nuts and...actually have you noticed you haven't updated your calandar since July 2009. Good grief, the 2010 World Cup is in two weeks and you're way out of date"
She suddenly noticed her friend Jack was too caught up in watching his TV show to notice or care. Luke sat next to him, the little tan and brown dog reading a book titled "How to be a good dog BY U. R. Screwed." The show itself seemed quite out there, intercutting between scenes of a war room discussion between Winston Churchill and his men with oddly a red-headed women with some scenes in space of a guy in a brown jacket trying to trash-talk some aliens and not doing too well at it.
"Okay, so it's not a self-destruct device and it's actually just a Jammie Dodger cookie," said a TV character on teh screen.
"Hehe, classic," said Jack. "This is a great one."
"Are you even listening to me?," asked Hannah.
"Ah, yeah sure," Jack said. "And don't listen to them for a minute, of course a European-style dragon could whoop an Asian one."
"Jack, you're friend is a bloody dog and all you care about is watching a rerun," asked Hannah.
"First, there is nothing I personally can do for Luke except keep a roof over his head," Luke replied. "And second, if I can't do anything more why worry about it. Besides, it's not often they air this on a Friday. They moved it because of the game."
Luke just rolled his eyes and went back to trying to read the book.
"You're hopeless," Hannah replied. "What if Luke's dog condition is contiguous?"
"Yeah right, what are the chances of that," replied Jack.
Across the street the Skayninians transmitter was ready. Iota was looking through what was the viewfinder on the camera and ready to go.
"3...2...1...Fire," said Epsilon coldly.
Iota blinked her eyes, flipping them from brown to green. Instantly a green beam shot out from the camera and stuck the antenna on the TV across the street. Inside right as a scene of some WWII planes flying in space was coming up the TV screen suddenly flickered into a green static snow.
"Huh, I don't remember this part," said Jack.
"What the..."
Hannah didn't get the rest out of her mouth before a bright green flash engulfed the room. When it subsided the two youths had meet the same fate as their friend. Hannah was now a generic yellow dog with a silver collar and a green dragon-shaped tag while Jack was a generic gray one with a dark blue collar.
"Well, decided to join the club eh," barked Luke.
"My goodness, NOOOOO!," said Jack...when suddenly the green static on the TV cleared and brought his show back on. "YEESSS!"
He calmly positioned himself in the canine "sit" position and tail wagging went back to his show.
"This sucks," said Hannah.
"Indeed it does," said Luke.
Back on the roof the alien pups were celebrating the test's success although Kappa's glance was more one of horror than joy. It worked, their transmitter worked!
"Yes!," said Omega. "Everything went exactly as planned. We're ahead of the curve on this one."
After a moment of jubilation the focus quickly shifted.
"Alright, let's get this thing dismantled," Epsilon said. "This test was successful and the only witnesses to any of our actions are out of the way."
"Thank you," replied Sigma, glad that was the end of any negative impacts of his little stunt earlier.
"Our focus must shift to tomorrow," Epsilon added. "Let's get back to base and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow we shall use this device to
broadcast a signal intrustion and hijack the feed during the soccer game. The nationwide telecast will instantly assure the same fate to everyone tuned in as two these two meddling kids tonight. And with the Jumbotron, everyone in the stadium shall also be getting in touch with their inner dogs. We will prevail, they will all be assimilated."
"Assimilate!" shouted the crew in unision before setting about dismantling the transmitter and making their escape. Tomorrow was a big day for all the parties involved.
None of them seemed to a notice a ghostly white dog watching them from another roof top, a dog oddly similar to one seen earlier on the newscast. But just as soon as he appeared, the white dog was gone.
(I actually didn't originally plan on bringing back the cameo bunch from the pre-title but if I figured it would a bigger impact to use previously appearing characters for this bit. Shock value, not only did they come back but they got added to the body count. Hopefully the pups will catch on and stop them...)
Lot of characters in action for this one...
Put-tat! A rivet was popped into place. Put-tat! Omega popped another one into place with one of the Skayninians' stolen power tools. He was clearly building a base of some sort. The abandoned warehouse where Epsilon and his crew had assembled was buzzing with activity as the device was assembled. Nu was deep in her work as sautering gun to hook several copper wires together.
The building itself was largely empty. Previously it had been a storage building for an electronics firm but now the giant building was all but empty minus the action of the pups. The area was secluded, almost all of the neighboring buildings were also vacant. Minus a dark red Ford Transit box van with tinted windows, no cars were parked on the street. Inside all was going according to plan. Most of the pups plugged away assembling the device with Nu overseeing the process and doing much of the most complicated work. Epsilon typed away at a laptop computer the group had stolen in their heist earlier, an internet connecting device very clearly attached.
"At this rate, we should be done two hours ahead of schedule," said Sigma proudly. "Even with the possibility of unexpected delays the transmitter should be done and ready to test tonight."
"Excellent," responded Epsilon. "I have found a suitable target for the test. It will allow us to both assure the equipment is working and tie up a loose end."
Zeta and Iota could be test fitting some hinges. Kappa fetched equipment from the group's pile of ill-gotten gains. Somewhere in his heart the little corgi knew all this was wrong, he was happy to be on Earth but was pondering in the back of his head if he had a way out. He really wanted no part in Epsilon's attack but knew any attempt to sabotage or stop it would not likely end well for him. Part of him was pulling for those Dalmatian pups, he only hoped that they had figured out the secrets of the diagram they had aquired...
Back in the rented Dearly flat the pups had no idea regarding any of the secrets of diagram. After a day of sightseeing that delayed looking into it more, the Dearly humans had brought them back to the flat so they could take a nap before a night out on the town.
The pups had focused much of their attention toward trying to figure out what Epsilon's intent was with some looking over the diagrams and others using Anita's laptop to look for leads on the internet. Even with the combined brain power of most of the group it was proving a hard nut to crack. Of course "intergalatic electronics design" was not exactly a class in their Bark Brigade training...
"You think it's some sort of laser," asked Stu. "You know, like in 'All Dogs go to Heaven.' Maybe he means to fire it into the crowd."
"Straight up mass murder isn't really his thing," Patch replied.
"Yeah, he's willing to kill if pushed but never his targets," added Tippy.
"I'd almost rule out the premise of it being a straight up weapon," said Shadow. "Guns, bombs, et cetera, all unlikely given what we know about him."
"Knowning him it has to be some sort of amplifier for his signals but this design is nothing like the one he had last time," said Techno.
"Maybe it's designed for more than one pup to operate," suggested Star.
"Yeah, he's got backup this time doesn't he," chimed Lucky. "Like that corgi Cloud was talking to, or that black lab."
"It's possible," said Doc. "I just hope we've still got numbers on our side."
"Judging by how brazen that electronics store theft was he propably has a decent amount of reinforcements," said Dakota. "He's likely got five to ten dogs with him. A smaller group is more likely to be more loyal to him."
"Yeah, too many cooks spoil the soup," said Foody. "Umm, soup."
"This is not the time to be thinking of food," said Owle.
"With a smaller group he'd be able to react quicker to a changing situation too," added Nuke.
"Yeah, like in that movie 'Enemy of the State,' Will Smith and Gene Hackman used that to their advantage," said Clayton. "There's no telling what his move could be now that he knows we're onto him."
The pups on the labtop were having slightly more luck. Nemo typed away at the keyboard while Two-Tone operated the mouse. The pups were very clearly on a news site. Cadpig read aloud from the story.
"Six meteor strikes in central London all in the last two days," Cadpig said. "Same results each time, large impact-small crater."
"According to BBC one of the strikes hit their main office building," noted Flo. "And it occuried within minutes of a break-in that injured a security guard."
"Is BBC televising the game," asked Rolly?
Two-Tone clicked onto another page and answered.
"Yup," she said. "According to this their games are normally broadcast on an ITV or a Setanta Sports channel but because this is some sort of special pre-World Cup exhibition they cut a deal with all parties involved to have it on BBC to drum up even more national support for the team."
"Like they need it," said Pesky. "The English national soccer team is their equilivant of the US basketball Dream Team. They love them like crazy."
"And one of the other strikes happened at the same place and time as that disappearence of the English teen that everyone is attributing to a cult," said Mimi. "His friends claim a black dog popped out of the wreckage and turned their friend into some sort of Gromit-lookalike. Naturally everyone thinks they're crazy and brainwashed by the non-existant cult."
"Even money says that's the black lab that was with Epsilon," Kendra noted. "So it looks like we're dealing with a group of seven alien dogs and they will attack the big Germany-England football match tomorrow night. Why don't we just surround the stadium? We know they'll be there."
"That's a good backup plan but why cut it close," said Tripod. "We're not James Bond, saving the world with a few hours to spare is just as effective as doing so with double-o seven seconds to spare. We've got to try and stop him before he ever gets to the stadium."
At the stadium a day's work was ending for the set-up crew. Wires were laid, concessions were stocked and a new giant green antenna was installed on the stadium roof. All that was left was to bring out the cameras and valuable broadcasting equipment itself and get it in position, which would be done the following morning.
The sun eventually set on another London day. Night fell, the pups hopes of searching the city high and low for Epsilon were spoiled by Roger pulling all the right strings to give his extended family the rare opportunity to take in a play in the London theater district. It was a good play and the pups enjoyed it but they couldn't help but wonder if this would be their last night with their family intact as it was. Even if it was they were going to enjoy it. They'd have to catch Epsilon in the morning.
In a residential area of London all seemed well. People were walking up and down the sidewalks past a row of houses with a line of shops on the other side of the street, none of them noticed an oddly parked red Ford Transit van with tinted windows that sat just off the street in an alley. In back of one of the houses a small Cairn terrier pup was up to no good, a walkie-talkie attached to his collar. Slowly Zeta approached a TV antenna attached to one of the houses to recieve signals. He pulled a small blinking device and a mostly-used roll of duct tape from his collar and attached the device to the antenna then snuck off into the darkness. He removed the walkie-talkie from his collar.
"The device is in place to recieve, just hit the antenna and we're good to go," said Zeta.
"Roger that," replied Epsilon on the other end. "Operation Scooper is a go. We'll meet you back at the van."
The border collie and the other five dogs in the group had used a fire escape to access the roof of one of the stores. Next to them stood the fully assembled device, at first glance it looked like a standard broadcasting TV camera but if one looked close it was a bit shorter than real cameras with controls placed much lower.
Slowly the "camera" was moved into place at the edge of the roof.
"Showtime," stated Iota. "Can I do the honors?"
"Why not," stated Epsilon. "Let's finish the hook-up and let her loose..."
Inside the house all was not exactly normal.
"What are we going to do? What are we going to do? What are we going to do," said a female voice...revealed to Hannah, the same girl from earlier. "Luke's a dog, the world thinks we are nuts and...actually have you noticed you haven't updated your calandar since July 2009. Good grief, the 2010 World Cup is in two weeks and you're way out of date"
She suddenly noticed her friend Jack was too caught up in watching his TV show to notice or care. Luke sat next to him, the little tan and brown dog reading a book titled "How to be a good dog BY U. R. Screwed." The show itself seemed quite out there, intercutting between scenes of a war room discussion between Winston Churchill and his men with oddly a red-headed women with some scenes in space of a guy in a brown jacket trying to trash-talk some aliens and not doing too well at it.
"Okay, so it's not a self-destruct device and it's actually just a Jammie Dodger cookie," said a TV character on teh screen.
"Hehe, classic," said Jack. "This is a great one."
"Are you even listening to me?," asked Hannah.
"Ah, yeah sure," Jack said. "And don't listen to them for a minute, of course a European-style dragon could whoop an Asian one."
"Jack, you're friend is a bloody dog and all you care about is watching a rerun," asked Hannah.
"First, there is nothing I personally can do for Luke except keep a roof over his head," Luke replied. "And second, if I can't do anything more why worry about it. Besides, it's not often they air this on a Friday. They moved it because of the game."
Luke just rolled his eyes and went back to trying to read the book.
"You're hopeless," Hannah replied. "What if Luke's dog condition is contiguous?"
"Yeah right, what are the chances of that," replied Jack.
Across the street the Skayninians transmitter was ready. Iota was looking through what was the viewfinder on the camera and ready to go.
"3...2...1...Fire," said Epsilon coldly.
Iota blinked her eyes, flipping them from brown to green. Instantly a green beam shot out from the camera and stuck the antenna on the TV across the street. Inside right as a scene of some WWII planes flying in space was coming up the TV screen suddenly flickered into a green static snow.
"Huh, I don't remember this part," said Jack.
"What the..."
Hannah didn't get the rest out of her mouth before a bright green flash engulfed the room. When it subsided the two youths had meet the same fate as their friend. Hannah was now a generic yellow dog with a silver collar and a green dragon-shaped tag while Jack was a generic gray one with a dark blue collar.
"Well, decided to join the club eh," barked Luke.
"My goodness, NOOOOO!," said Jack...when suddenly the green static on the TV cleared and brought his show back on. "YEESSS!"
He calmly positioned himself in the canine "sit" position and tail wagging went back to his show.
"This sucks," said Hannah.
"Indeed it does," said Luke.
Back on the roof the alien pups were celebrating the test's success although Kappa's glance was more one of horror than joy. It worked, their transmitter worked!
"Yes!," said Omega. "Everything went exactly as planned. We're ahead of the curve on this one."
After a moment of jubilation the focus quickly shifted.
"Alright, let's get this thing dismantled," Epsilon said. "This test was successful and the only witnesses to any of our actions are out of the way."
"Thank you," replied Sigma, glad that was the end of any negative impacts of his little stunt earlier.
"Our focus must shift to tomorrow," Epsilon added. "Let's get back to base and get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow we shall use this device to
broadcast a signal intrustion and hijack the feed during the soccer game. The nationwide telecast will instantly assure the same fate to everyone tuned in as two these two meddling kids tonight. And with the Jumbotron, everyone in the stadium shall also be getting in touch with their inner dogs. We will prevail, they will all be assimilated."
"Assimilate!" shouted the crew in unision before setting about dismantling the transmitter and making their escape. Tomorrow was a big day for all the parties involved.
None of them seemed to a notice a ghostly white dog watching them from another roof top, a dog oddly similar to one seen earlier on the newscast. But just as soon as he appeared, the white dog was gone.
(I actually didn't originally plan on bringing back the cameo bunch from the pre-title but if I figured it would a bigger impact to use previously appearing characters for this bit. Shock value, not only did they come back but they got added to the body count. Hopefully the pups will catch on and stop them...)