Going after Asrial? Without the battlemover, could be risky taking on a Silusian of Imperial Birth.

And I have to say I loved this:

>If anything, Jamie was spoiling for a fight even
>more than he was. She was cradling her phaser rifle like a favorite dog
>and compulsively switching the power setting between levels nine and 10
>(which, she liked to explain to new security officers, stood for
>"disintegrate" and "no, seriously, disintegrate" respectively).

"Rule 39: There is no such thing as "overkill". There is only "open fire" and "I need to reload"."

Michael

	Michael C. Fortner RCW #2n+1 "I smoke in moderation. Only one cigar at a time." -- Mark Twain

I came up with the basic structure; Ardie's suggestion of the much-improved wording for setting 10 (I think I originally had it "really, really disintegrate") won her the credit as phaser technician. :)

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Matrix Dragon, J. Random Nutter

Then again, having Gotterdammerung blow up in their collective corporate face on galactic television will probably make GENOM pull in their horns for a few years, apart from in-the-grand-scheme-of-things-petty things like the above, which will give the WDF the time it needs to get back on its feet (I always did wonder why Largo didn't come down on our heroes like a multiton of bricks after Gryphon's exoneration was boomed worlds-wide in the old version).

-Joe-

You've got to give RepliGryph credit, they gave him cast-iron balls on the factory floor. Not a lick of sense, but cast-iron balls.

Also: "FROM HELL'S HEART I FUCK UP YOUR SHIT," is my new favorite line ever.

--
Mr. Fnord

Pendantry Alert: "Rule 37: There is no overkill. There is only open fire, and time to reload

--
-Pasha
What was that feeling again?
Oh yes.
-Rage-

Hmmm.

Superintendent Verron met them in the lobby. "The Minister just
called," she told Grissom as they entered. "He gave an explicit order
that no one here is to give the slightest credence to your wild theories
or assist you in any way."
Grissom regarded his boss with mild curiosity. "And?" he
prompted.
Verron held his gaze sternly for a moment, then bared her teeth
in a grin. "What can we do?"

Nobody likes the Minister, it seems.

"My opinion would be quite irrelevant,
Captain." The balding journalist began to look relieved, until Valeris
went on with the same perfectly calm candor, "Besides, I am much more
interested in what you would look like with your shirt off."

My God, man. You've turned her into some sort of... fangirl!

(Personally I would rather see the man hanging precariously off a ledge.)

"What are your intentions regarding Lieutenant Valeris?" Spock
asked.

...what are you now, her dad?

In the middle of the back seat, Mira McRea leaned to her right
and asked Finney quietly, "(What the hell is the captain talking
about?)"
"(He's originally from 20th-century America,)" Finney replied.
"(They still used the pre-metric measurements then. Apparently they're
the galactic standard here.)"
McRea looked no further illuminated. "(And that makes him
happy? Will he be passing out stone knives next?)"

It's almost like coming back from a holiday in Europe, except instead of Europe it's a parallel universe.

(especially with a
slightly overexcited Jamie Finney, the most diminutive of the five,
helpfully yelling "SERPENTINE, SIR! RUN SERPENTINE!" as bullets and
blaster bolts zipped all around them)

You can tell they're Gryphon's crew because they will never, *ever* pass up a good pop culture reference, even in the middle of a firefight.

Or possibly we just learned which movie they saw on the way.

The man flipped back his armor's facebowl and said, "Bernard,
sir. Lieutenant Commander Scott Bernard, Mars Division. It's an
honor."
Gryphon stared at him for a second. "We'll... talk later, Mr.
Bernard," he said.
"Looking forward to it, sir," Bernard replied.

Helloooo. Things are starting to come together over here.

                   Manhunt will conclude in Part 6:
                           ... Must Converge

This is quickly shaping up to be Awesome.

"(bad guy), you'll kill us all!"
"Shh, Ben! You'll ruin the ending!"

>Going after Asrial? Without the battlemover, could be risky taking on
>a Silusian of Imperial Birth.

He's not thinking straight. As noted, he's in early Biocrash cause he didnt get to suck that much blood out of his last victems before Harrison got that photo. PLUS, let us not forget this particluar infiltrator has specific programming, which means he probobly still thinks his inbreed buma abilities will even the edge vs a salusian of the imperial bloodline

Now that the rush has worn off...

...I note that Bernard has not, to date, Bernarded.

Ja, -n

“They planned their campaigns just as you might make a splendid piece of harness. It looks very well; and answers very well; until it gets broken; and then you are done for. Now I made my campaigns of ropes. If anything went wrong, I tied a knot; and went on.”
-- Arthur Wellesley, First Duke of Wellington

> "DO YOU _GET IT_ NOW?"

This made my day. That's a much more potent reveal than Secrets. :D

I'd chalk it up to the whisperings of the Force, even though as a non Jedi
she can't conciously hear it...

> "Well, Grissom," he said as they entered, "you may be interested
>to know that our analysts believe your bungling of the Vampire case has
>now directly endangered the security of the nation. Well done."

Oh gods, the worst of Mobley and Yechart all rolled into one fuzzy package.
Proof indeed that one truely rises to one's level of IN-competence.
Especially since Gil didnt HAVE anything to do with it. Chu was the one who
broke the case, and all but paid for it with his life you egotistical SNOT.
I'd call him a damn SQRL, but that'd be insulting Dr. Slappy and her kin.

> "Oh, and Grissom." Grissom paused and turned back with a "yes?"
>look. "In light of your and their abject failure to deal with the
>Butcher effectively, you shall be paying your mercenaries yourself."

You just go in thinking that, you cretin. I recall Mars Division has a QUEENS
warrent. That means SHE decides who pays for it. And I have a feeling she may
just decided to have you foot not only the bill, but a 100% surcharge for having
to put up with your runaway Muzzle.

> "He's trying to get to the Queen."

EVIL EVIL EVIL. If Largo had succeeded, he'd have undone all of the PR efforts
of the last few years; certainly that seems to be his intent by having G's most
visible supporter assasinated by the person who's innocence she's upheld
all these years.

>"He gave an explicit order
>that no one here is to give the slightest credence to your wild theories
>or assist you in any way."

Which of course means...

> Grissom regarded his boss with mild curiosity. "And?" he
>prompted.
> Verron held his gaze sternly for a moment, then bared her teeth
>in a grin. "What can we do?"

He's just proved to the rest of the SID division at least
a) what a complete maroon the Minister is and that b) Gill is right...

> "Sometimes," Verron agreed. "What about the GENOM office in
>town? Surely they'd have some way of tracking their own product."

Assuming that a) the local office is in the know for this op,
b) they dont have orders to obfusticate the situation and
c) Largo is an idiot who didnt think to disable any such device
just in case some idiot in the local office thinks hes actually
HELPING the company by helping the cops.

Somehow I am most in love with C... some earnest young kid managing
to blow up all Largo's carefully laid plans by trying to be helpfull
and prove that Genom is NOT the galactic boogieman the WDF claimed it
was.

>Now 35, nearing the end of
>his ship's first five-year mission of galactic exploration, he remained
>an unusually young captain - though at least experience and the rigors
>of deep space exploration had put enough mileage on him that visitors to
>the Enterprise no longer took him for a cabin orderly.

The sort of maturity that one sees on Shatner's young Kirk vs Abhrams
I assume..

> Duke dropped his face into his hand, but Kirk only looked
>momentarily bemused (and Spock raised an eyebrow). Leonard McCoy leaned
>across behind Valeris's chair and hissed at Duke, "(I thought you said
>she was better.)"

She IS better. She's talking coherently, for example, just like you asked.
You didnt say anything about putting her old Vulcan demeanor back in place too!

> "Thank you," said Spock. "Strange as it may sound, coming from
>me, I believe you may be her only hope."

I dunno about her ONLY hope, but I'd say its her best chance.

>"I wonder if the female crewmen are wearing those old
>microdress uniforms with the go-go boots."
> "Focus, Mr. Sterling," Gryphon chided him mildly. "Focus."

Focus indeed. Now suddenly *I* have this Vision of Valeris in a command
gold Microdress with GoGo boots. At least its a more pleasant image than
L/G slash is...

> Vision eyed him. "You're calling the cops?"
> "I'm calling -a- cop."

Grissom, to be exact. Now what was that you were saying about UF G being
to smart to just stroll into the Great Lodge?

> The Enterprise landing party, along with a number of RSMP and
>Ministry of Public Security officers, Gil Grissom, and two Mars Division
>officers, were gathered at a small command post in a corner of Queen
>Shiva Park

Of COURSE it would be the ONE place UF G claimed he wouldnt be shouting his
innocence *ROFL*

> Then something stirred in the darkness below, and a pair of
>glowing yellow eyes appeared.

I dont remember the DG having EYES, but damn, that is one powerful
bit of word imagery there Gryph!

>(which, she liked to explain to new security officers, stood for
>"disintegrate" and "no, seriously, disintegrate" respectively)

Or "Disintigrate AND Disintegrate anything behind it too, or...

> "Ben? Ben -Hutchins?- But if you're here, who's that?"
> Gryphon grinned and called across, "Hi, Flint, nice to see you.
>Listen, can I be excused from the whole getting-arrested thing right
>now? I'm a tad bit busy.

That, if anything, should prove UF-g's innocence. No one else does Flip
quite like he does.

>"Raoul! I see you got my
>Vulcangram. How are you, Valeris?"
> Valeris beamed, clearly delighted to see him. "Bitchin', thank
>you," she replied.

Heh. He's not getting her well, he's making her BETTER...

> Gryphon stared at him for a second. "We'll... talk later, Mr.
>Bernard," he said.

And you can just SEE UF G thinking "How did an in joke suddenly become a
real person?!?!?!?

> "Boy," Miranda observed to her sister, "that GENOM guy's really
>taking this personally."
> Maia gave her twin a baffled look. "Mir, did you even read the
>memo?" she asked. "That's the Butcher in there. The counterfeit
>Gryph?"

*SNERK* The best use of the "Didnt get that memo" gag so far...

> Shoulder-to-shoulder with Finney, she raised her
>phaser pistol, as did Saavik on Finney's other side, and the three
>Invincible officers poured scarlet-flecked orange energy into the DG's
>crumpled aft armor.

The first incartaion of the Furious Female Furies that will eventually
form the bases of SA... Oh crap. WHy cant I remember what SA section that
is?

>"DO YOU _GET IT_ NOW?"

Heh. Remember saying you WERNT going to be shouting your innocence in the
middle of Queen Shiva park?
Ah well, best laid plans, etc, etc...