Post by RaceFanX on Feb 22, 2011 1:14:29 GMT -5
It's on. The blimp is airborne and the pups now have just minutes to stop a alien attack that could be 9/11 times 101 (that's right 92,011). Can the pups pop Epsilon's balloon or should Bab and Bishop invest in flea collars? Let's find out.
(This is just a short one but it is still a new one...)
"More power," ordered Epsilon.
Iota responded and pushed the throttle to max. The Kanine Krunchies blimp was airborne.
"Sigma, set course for the stadium," Epsilon barked. "With the prevailing southwesterly in our favor we should arrive about three minutes faster than originally planned."
For Epsilon everything was finally going to plan. For months he had plotted this attack, the signal hijacking, the hovering attack point no one would see coming, the chaos it would create to allow a discreet escape during the confusion. This was it, his dream of a better world for all canines was now moments away from coming true.
THUD!
"What was that?," asked the collie.
Sigma looked at the gages.
"Some sort of unexpected weight," the black lab responded. "It can't be the amp, we planned for that. Something must be stuck on the mooring lines."
"Omega, check them and hurry," barked Epsilon.
Omega opened the door and looked down, careful not to fall out. He didn't like what he saw.
"Sir, it's those Dearly dogs," Omega responded. "There's five of'em and a chicken. They're hanging on for dear life on the line."
The Dearlys, the one thing that could stop his plan. How on Earth were they so determined and lucky and stay lockstep with his superior intelligence and planning.
"Well. Well. Well," said Epsilon. "Once again the bravery of idiots is bravery none the less...Given the inability of dogs to climb very fast we may have a few moments before they reach the gondola. Find the axe they equip this thing with to cut those lines if they entangle something, give them one warning and if they still insist on trying to stop us slice the line and drop them."
"Insert cleaver joke about raining cats and dogs here," said Iota.
Meanwhile at that exact same instant below the blimp with their lives literally on the line the other the dals were almost too paralyzed to move. Two-Tone literally wouldn't, she was looking down and the massive drop was too much to contemplate. Even if she hit a building or maybe water from this height she was sure to die. The revving sound from the engines was almost deafening and the pups were forced to shout to communicate.
"I can't believe we're doing this," shouted Cadpig. "We're 20 stories up and climbing."
"I wish I still had my sonic screwdriver," said Doc.
"Forget your toy Doc," said Lucky. "Even with just the six of out we've got them outnumbered and I have a plan."
"Oh how those words are comforting knowing how many times they have backfired on you," responded Spot, slightly less nervous than the rest after all she could fly...sort of...she really didn't want to test it.
"Now, we climb up the mooring line, open the door, storm the cockpit by force and hijack the blimp so Epsilon can't use it to carry out the attack," Lucky said. "We've got the element of surprise on our side, by the time we're in the gondola it will be too late for Epsilon."
At that very instant the gondola door opened and Omega looked down and saw all of them. So much for the element of surprise.
"Is this a bad time to say 'oh cock'," asked Patch.
"No," responded Lucky.
"Well then, oh cock," said Patch
"Okay, new plan," said Lucky. "Use the old plan but much faster."
Only one word came to Doc's mind as he scurried up the rope.
"Geronimo!," said Doc excitedly. Sure that probably wasn't the word to be using while literally hanging by a thread from a very long fall to certain death but he was a little too busy trying to stop aliens from destroying London to care about the actual context.
Back on the ground the other dals could do nothing but watch the blimp float away. The two Skyninians still on the ground and loyal to Epsilon were thrilled. Patriot and his smoking gun had done nothing to stop it.
"Yes," shouted Zeta. "This is it. You're too late now mutts, Earth will soon be ours."
Zeta then started out at the massive crowd of dalmatians and other canines. All of them staring them down with a low growl. This would be the mother of all beat downs.
"Was trash talking a group of over 100 dogs really necessary?," asked Nu.
"Um...He who cowers and runs away lives to fight another day," replied Zeta. "Let's get out here!"
Both Zeta and Nu turned tail and ran off into the distance. The pups began to give chase but then a voice spoke up.
"It won't do you any good," said the voice. "They are just headed for the rendezvous point. Let them go and they will lay low until they meet up with the others after the attack, chase them and who knows how many humans could get caught in the crossfire."
The pups stopped and turned around. The voice was Kappa's, that pembroke welsh corgi who had stalled the launch just long enough for them to reach the scene.
"Your main focus has to be the blimp," Kappa said. "You've got to find some way to stop the blimp."
"He's one of them, can we trust him," asked Camera.
"I'm only one of them by blood," Kappa responded. "They already robbed me of my family I don't want to let them rob you of yours."
"I'll go with him," said Roxy. "He's got a good vibe."
"So I guess our only option is to chase down the blimp and hope for the best," asked Hesso.
"We can't just stand around here," said Rolly.
"Blimps are slow with a land vehicle we could legitimately keep up with them," said Slayer.
"Back to the car," said Kit.
"If we can get just one chance we'll pounce them," said Nuke. "Plus we can hook up with the others once we reach the stadium."
The pups glanced over to their wheels.
"Well the Camaro's thrashed but the DeLorean is still mint," said Sparky.
"It's no good, we've got double the group now," said Clayton. "We won't all fit in the DeLorean."
"What about that," said Shadow gesturing to the red Ford Transit van Epsilon and company had been using.
"That'll work," said Sparky.
The pups filed into the Ford. Not wanting some kid to get a hold of it, Patriot threw the unloaded handgun into the DeLorean before going to hotwire the Transit. A few pups closed the gullwing door and left the iconic 80s car and the gun to be nabbed by the police's theft recovery. Kappa cut loose the airedales that were formerly the TV crew Sigma and Nu devolved but all three panicked and ran off. The corgi cut his losses and boarded the van. He'd stood by and watched Epsilon destroy one world, maybe he could atone by saving this one. The Transit entered the streets and drove off.
As the sun began to set in the London the city was still absolutely a buzz because of the game. As the warm orange glow of sunset engulfing the city a crowd of over 90,000 screaming fans had filled the stadium to capacity and millions more in Britain had tuned in on TV. The score was still tied at 1-1 and no one was leaving and everyone. Suddenly the English side of the stadium erupted in cheers. The team captain had a breakaway and he was leaving two German defenders in his dust. With a swift kick he launched it at the goal. It was an incredible shot... and it matched by an equally incredible save by the German goalie. The English crowd was silenced and the German crowd cheered. The clock continued to tick, was it possible this game could end up in sudden death overtime? The Dearlys were bummed, the new Prime Minister just shrugged it off in his private box but in the open air royal box there was a more pressing issue.
"Where's Charlie with my drink?," said Her Majesty.
In the line at the concession stand the Prince was finally being served.
"Yes, hello I'm Prince Charles and I require two beers," said the Prince of Wales.
"Yeah, you and six other blokes today," said the clerk, annoyed at all the royal look-a-likes of the day.
"No, no. I'm the real Prince Charles."
"Yeah, you and six other blokes today," replied the clerk. "You're not even a good look-a-like. Who on Earth could possibly have ears that big. You could get the game from Pakistan on those things."
Charles shrugged it off.
"Look, just give me two beers," responded the Prince reaching into his wallet and pulling out a 20 quid note.
"Sure," said the clerk. "What brand?"
"Ah..."
Throughout the stadium everyone was enjoying the game. The Dearlys, the Queen and the sports fans from mainland Europe cheered, the American sportswriter tapped away at his computer in the press box and the director barked orders to his crew in the TV truck. This was turning into a great night but little did any of them that things would soon turn ugly. Someone's, perhaps everyone's, life would never be the same in just a few minutes.
At the start of this fic Bab and his friends made a cameo and eventually all of them got wiped out. Now I've loaded a stadium full of innocents and given a few some personality. Would I dare do it again? ;D Or would I just say that to make you think so but then have the pups save the day at the last second? ;D You'll have to wait and see...
(This is just a short one but it is still a new one...)
"More power," ordered Epsilon.
Iota responded and pushed the throttle to max. The Kanine Krunchies blimp was airborne.
"Sigma, set course for the stadium," Epsilon barked. "With the prevailing southwesterly in our favor we should arrive about three minutes faster than originally planned."
For Epsilon everything was finally going to plan. For months he had plotted this attack, the signal hijacking, the hovering attack point no one would see coming, the chaos it would create to allow a discreet escape during the confusion. This was it, his dream of a better world for all canines was now moments away from coming true.
THUD!
"What was that?," asked the collie.
Sigma looked at the gages.
"Some sort of unexpected weight," the black lab responded. "It can't be the amp, we planned for that. Something must be stuck on the mooring lines."
"Omega, check them and hurry," barked Epsilon.
Omega opened the door and looked down, careful not to fall out. He didn't like what he saw.
"Sir, it's those Dearly dogs," Omega responded. "There's five of'em and a chicken. They're hanging on for dear life on the line."
The Dearlys, the one thing that could stop his plan. How on Earth were they so determined and lucky and stay lockstep with his superior intelligence and planning.
"Well. Well. Well," said Epsilon. "Once again the bravery of idiots is bravery none the less...Given the inability of dogs to climb very fast we may have a few moments before they reach the gondola. Find the axe they equip this thing with to cut those lines if they entangle something, give them one warning and if they still insist on trying to stop us slice the line and drop them."
"Insert cleaver joke about raining cats and dogs here," said Iota.
Meanwhile at that exact same instant below the blimp with their lives literally on the line the other the dals were almost too paralyzed to move. Two-Tone literally wouldn't, she was looking down and the massive drop was too much to contemplate. Even if she hit a building or maybe water from this height she was sure to die. The revving sound from the engines was almost deafening and the pups were forced to shout to communicate.
"I can't believe we're doing this," shouted Cadpig. "We're 20 stories up and climbing."
"I wish I still had my sonic screwdriver," said Doc.
"Forget your toy Doc," said Lucky. "Even with just the six of out we've got them outnumbered and I have a plan."
"Oh how those words are comforting knowing how many times they have backfired on you," responded Spot, slightly less nervous than the rest after all she could fly...sort of...she really didn't want to test it.
"Now, we climb up the mooring line, open the door, storm the cockpit by force and hijack the blimp so Epsilon can't use it to carry out the attack," Lucky said. "We've got the element of surprise on our side, by the time we're in the gondola it will be too late for Epsilon."
At that very instant the gondola door opened and Omega looked down and saw all of them. So much for the element of surprise.
"Is this a bad time to say 'oh cock'," asked Patch.
"No," responded Lucky.
"Well then, oh cock," said Patch
"Okay, new plan," said Lucky. "Use the old plan but much faster."
Only one word came to Doc's mind as he scurried up the rope.
"Geronimo!," said Doc excitedly. Sure that probably wasn't the word to be using while literally hanging by a thread from a very long fall to certain death but he was a little too busy trying to stop aliens from destroying London to care about the actual context.
Back on the ground the other dals could do nothing but watch the blimp float away. The two Skyninians still on the ground and loyal to Epsilon were thrilled. Patriot and his smoking gun had done nothing to stop it.
"Yes," shouted Zeta. "This is it. You're too late now mutts, Earth will soon be ours."
Zeta then started out at the massive crowd of dalmatians and other canines. All of them staring them down with a low growl. This would be the mother of all beat downs.
"Was trash talking a group of over 100 dogs really necessary?," asked Nu.
"Um...He who cowers and runs away lives to fight another day," replied Zeta. "Let's get out here!"
Both Zeta and Nu turned tail and ran off into the distance. The pups began to give chase but then a voice spoke up.
"It won't do you any good," said the voice. "They are just headed for the rendezvous point. Let them go and they will lay low until they meet up with the others after the attack, chase them and who knows how many humans could get caught in the crossfire."
The pups stopped and turned around. The voice was Kappa's, that pembroke welsh corgi who had stalled the launch just long enough for them to reach the scene.
"Your main focus has to be the blimp," Kappa said. "You've got to find some way to stop the blimp."
"He's one of them, can we trust him," asked Camera.
"I'm only one of them by blood," Kappa responded. "They already robbed me of my family I don't want to let them rob you of yours."
"I'll go with him," said Roxy. "He's got a good vibe."
"So I guess our only option is to chase down the blimp and hope for the best," asked Hesso.
"We can't just stand around here," said Rolly.
"Blimps are slow with a land vehicle we could legitimately keep up with them," said Slayer.
"Back to the car," said Kit.
"If we can get just one chance we'll pounce them," said Nuke. "Plus we can hook up with the others once we reach the stadium."
The pups glanced over to their wheels.
"Well the Camaro's thrashed but the DeLorean is still mint," said Sparky.
"It's no good, we've got double the group now," said Clayton. "We won't all fit in the DeLorean."
"What about that," said Shadow gesturing to the red Ford Transit van Epsilon and company had been using.
"That'll work," said Sparky.
The pups filed into the Ford. Not wanting some kid to get a hold of it, Patriot threw the unloaded handgun into the DeLorean before going to hotwire the Transit. A few pups closed the gullwing door and left the iconic 80s car and the gun to be nabbed by the police's theft recovery. Kappa cut loose the airedales that were formerly the TV crew Sigma and Nu devolved but all three panicked and ran off. The corgi cut his losses and boarded the van. He'd stood by and watched Epsilon destroy one world, maybe he could atone by saving this one. The Transit entered the streets and drove off.
As the sun began to set in the London the city was still absolutely a buzz because of the game. As the warm orange glow of sunset engulfing the city a crowd of over 90,000 screaming fans had filled the stadium to capacity and millions more in Britain had tuned in on TV. The score was still tied at 1-1 and no one was leaving and everyone. Suddenly the English side of the stadium erupted in cheers. The team captain had a breakaway and he was leaving two German defenders in his dust. With a swift kick he launched it at the goal. It was an incredible shot... and it matched by an equally incredible save by the German goalie. The English crowd was silenced and the German crowd cheered. The clock continued to tick, was it possible this game could end up in sudden death overtime? The Dearlys were bummed, the new Prime Minister just shrugged it off in his private box but in the open air royal box there was a more pressing issue.
"Where's Charlie with my drink?," said Her Majesty.
In the line at the concession stand the Prince was finally being served.
"Yes, hello I'm Prince Charles and I require two beers," said the Prince of Wales.
"Yeah, you and six other blokes today," said the clerk, annoyed at all the royal look-a-likes of the day.
"No, no. I'm the real Prince Charles."
"Yeah, you and six other blokes today," replied the clerk. "You're not even a good look-a-like. Who on Earth could possibly have ears that big. You could get the game from Pakistan on those things."
Charles shrugged it off.
"Look, just give me two beers," responded the Prince reaching into his wallet and pulling out a 20 quid note.
"Sure," said the clerk. "What brand?"
"Ah..."
Throughout the stadium everyone was enjoying the game. The Dearlys, the Queen and the sports fans from mainland Europe cheered, the American sportswriter tapped away at his computer in the press box and the director barked orders to his crew in the TV truck. This was turning into a great night but little did any of them that things would soon turn ugly. Someone's, perhaps everyone's, life would never be the same in just a few minutes.
At the start of this fic Bab and his friends made a cameo and eventually all of them got wiped out. Now I've loaded a stadium full of innocents and given a few some personality. Would I dare do it again? ;D Or would I just say that to make you think so but then have the pups save the day at the last second? ;D You'll have to wait and see...