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Nat groaned. "Cass, why don't you carry spares?" She wasn't too concerned, having recognised Five of Seven as a Trekverse agent, though she wasn't sure what to make of Omicron. She called after the retreating Dalek, "We just sent someone off to lure a bunch to the cafeteria. If you want to go give him a hand, you can, but there aren't any more around here."

Meanwhile, Cassie had been squinting at the featureless people who were approaching until she heard Nat ask if about spare glasses. She rummaged through her bag of holding, which she never went anywhere without these days, and came up with a spectacles case triumphantly. "Ha! Got some!" She put them on and looked around at the group - three human agents, two Trekverse agents, a Dalek of some sort, and a couple of figures whose species was unknown. "So? Who wants to do the introductions here?"

[[Tawaki, Winter, I've no idea what's going on with either of you, so hopefully this section will allow all four of us to merge plot threads fairly well.]]

Sedri blinked at the two. "You were serious?" she asked Nat. "About the glasses? A whole herd of ypur just ran through here - you don't actually expect them to be more than powder by now... do you?"

Iza's eyes lit up. "Ooo, Sedri, maybe she enchanted them! You know, with a wand like those Potterverse people-"

She never finished. The featureless figures were approaching; calm and silent, like bit characters without the presence of a Sue. Iza's brow wrinkled (nicely matching her Bajoran nose) and she backed up as Cassie, still half blind, caught sight of them.

"Is that a... Dalek?"


[[Yes, short; sorry. I don't like writing other peoples' agents - I'm always cautious of sending them horribly OOC. I think any one of you three can pick it up here...]]

Welcome to the PPC, and here's an egg!

No clue what'll hatch from it.

"SEEK AND LO-CATE!" said the Humanized Dalek. "LO-CATE AND KNOCK OUT! KNOCK OUT AND RE-TURN!"
Five pounded her head against a wall. "No, no, no. You lure them back with sausage. That is standard procedure for Ypurs."
"DO YOU HAVE AN-Y SPARE SAU-SAGE?"
"Here," said Five, placing some in Omicron's plunger.
"LURE BACK TO THE CA-FE-TER-I-A!" So saying, Omicron started leading a few Ypurs away.

However, the shock of being suddenly soaked from behind seemed to have silenced her, and she merely squelched back up to the others, wringing out her clothes and peering short-sightedly at them.

Tyler had managed to get out of the way of the worst of the water, and was merely damp. He seemed rather cheerful, considering the current state of affairs, and was about to say something when Cassie cut in. "Er, has anyone seen my glasses?"

Sedri looked rather sheepish. Nat held up the Transdimensional Pocket Knife and said, "She used this thing to make all the water. I reckon your glasses got washed off in that."

"No, d'you think?" Cassie replied in a heavily sarcastic tone. "Well, this is just great. We have a shedload of those ypur things just down the corridor, the place is soaking and I can't see more than three feet. Any idea what we do now?"

Tyler shrugged, then yelped as Sedri grabbed him. "Okay, techno-boy, you can run, right?"

"Er, yes-"

"Good. Then get them to chase you towards the cafeteria."

"How?" Nat handed over a pack of sausages.

"Wave these at them. They'll happily run after you for hours. And while you're doing that, we can try to find Cassie's glasses. Now go on!" She shoved him towards the herd. Nervously, he took out a sausage and waved it at the blue creatures. They moved towards him as Iza dragged everyone else into the shelter of a doorway. After a few moments, Tyler turned round and ran. The herd followed, but as the Agent had excellent speed due to his continually having to run away from enraged Agents, he was in no danger of getting trampled.

Nat stepped back out once they were gone and splashed down the corridor. "Come on, I guess we'd better find Speccy's glasses." Cassie hit her. "Ow, you loon, what was that for?"

"I'm not deaf, you know, and I can still make out where you are, Stringbean."

"Don't call me that-" They began bickering again, ignorant of the two featureless figures standing nearby.

Although there is nothing to describe their voices, the meaning of the featureless agents is clear enough somehow: they have no intention of killing the creatures. They are reasoning the creatures to be afraid of fire, and hence are barricading this passage in flame. If the creatures are not afraid of fire, they will be. The flamer can be turned off at any moment-combat promethium, burns and dies fast.

Going with the armoury-my still unnamed agents have covered your retreat into the armoury with some classic 40k-style firepower.

For a split-second, the words "Division Of More Dakka: Currently Under Construction" can be read on the far wall, before the wall crumbles, revealing a titanic armoured vehicle of a scale seldom seen. Between two sets of enormous armored treads, an armored hull that rises to nearly fifteen feet in height, and no less than eleven forward weapons, from the massive battle cannon on the top turret to the hull-mounted siege cannon and side turret-mounted bolters and lascannons, one standard-template Mars Pattern Baneblade has crunched into the armoury, covering the entering agents.

The enormous vehicle fires a single shell from its main cannon that fills the hallway with smoke, and a distinctly male voice shouts down from the top of the Baneblade.

"That smoke shell should buy y'all some time! Don't think we'll need old faithful here, but get yourselves a gun or three! If you need em, we've brought some grenade launchers and a cache of hallucinogen grenades!"

and Cassie's replying now. Then we're both off, so it's your party, Winter.

Sedri translated; "That's a no. I'll do it. I have an Idea."

Nat hesitated. When a PPC agent speaks In Capitals, general wisdom is to stay Far Away.

Sedri pulled a small object from her pocked and aimed towards the fire - and Cassie. First Nat thought was a gun, then jumped back as the Thing began to spurt huge quantities of water down the hall. Must be plothole-driven, she thought.

Iza was watching with a serene smile. Nat shook her head and watched the torrent douse every flame in the corridor. Water rushed back across the meal floor, soaking all their shoes, but the explosion was sufficiently quashed.

Nat looked at Sedri's tool. "What is that? Some sort of deux-ex-machina you pinched from a Sue?"

"Close enough," said Sedri, twirling the thing like a gunslinger before offering it to Nat. "Transdimensional Pocket Knife. Useful little things: I've been giving them away like crazy to the newbies - plothole in my RC seems to be duplicating them - but no one seems very interested. I don't see why. They can't be taken on missions but there's enough to do around HQ."

"If we're ever here," muttered Nat, but she had no chance to say more - Cassie was returning.

She was utterly drenched.

[[As far as I'm aware, we're going with my post. :S SOrry for the conusion.]]

My Agents are so vague at this point that they can snap to whatever reality y'all go with. :)

Somehow I, being an utter idiot, missed Winter's addition and thus yours. Do you want to continue here or go with the above "hiding in the armoury" scenario?

... Or perhaps our agents ran into some sort of plothole/Star Trek temporal distortion and thus there are now two of each of them?

[[We has decisions. Which version do you want to go with, mine or yours? I'm more than happy either way?]]

She saw the explosion and, letting go of the two Agents she had been holding in either hand, ran back towards the featureless people. "NO!" she yelled, waving her arms and doing a rather good, if unintentional, impression of Captain Jack Sparrow. "We're not meant to kill them! Put the fire out! They've stopped!"

Tyler, who had watched the whole thing, followed curiously, calling to Nat, "I think Cassie is going back."

The agent addressed turned round, trying to avoid being squashed by Sedri and Iza, and started back. "Cassie! CASSIE! You flaming pillock! Get back here!" She stopped and looked at the two Agents who hadn't decided to run towards the big wall of fire. "You two want to help play damage control?"

That should have been "sharp turns", not "sharp corners". WHY do I always forget to check for errors before posting?

/grumbling

"What-" (pant) "-the-" (pant) "-hell-" (pant) "happened?" demanded Sedri.

"Ypurs - escaped," replied Nat, jogging as fast as she could with Iza stumbling into her every three seconds.

The hoofbeats came closer. Sedri took one look over her shoulder and did something very sensible; she crashed into the nearest door and dragged her fellow agents inside.

Cassie, the last in, slammed it shut and slumped against it, breathing as hard as her companions, hoping the ypurs were too stupid to understand sharp corners.

Then she opened her eyes... and grinned. The others frowned at her, then turned to see what room they'd ended up in.

For once, HQ was kind.

Iza said it first, "We're in the ARMOURY!"

Risa mentally jumped when Lunac's voice echoed through her head, not anticipating the telepathic message. Realising what was happening, she concentrated on sending a reply back.

'Agent Lunac, I would appreciate some warning next time. I hear that having your mind shredded by a defensive zanpakuto spirit is a very unpleasant experience," she added an image of Dokuha's snake form poised to strike with fangs dripping venom. "And to answer your question, of course your presence here is required. If Ansela and myself were capable of dealing with these beasts further I would not have sent a Hell Butterfly, my last one might I add, to locate you. I would appreciate it if you would bring my Butterfly back in one piece as well."

Risa opened her eyes and sighed as she spotted the two Ypurs injured by her hyapporankan. 'If you could also bring some form of medical assistance for the Ypurs that I was forced to injure, I believe that the beasts would appreciate it.'

Welcome to the PPC. have a list of sporkable fics and a heavily edited version of Celerbrain, for dare readings.

It's educational. It shows you the hilarious side of misusing quotation marks. :]

Stepped through. He was not supposed to be here. However, after his supposedly exemplary service at the raid on the New Caledonia DIA headquarters; his employers had cut him some slack. Sneaking up on a pack of unwary Ypurs, he threw his net at them, catching half of the pack and scaring off the rest. He then threw the net into the portal and ran off, looking for more to catch. Activating his personal SEP Field projector(which he won from TM), he went to the Cafeteria.

Not posted yet. It's in part two of The New Caledonia Escapades: A test of the Psyche. Link to part one is here: http://wikimaster.livejournal.com/1459.html(I asked if I could tack on new plot elements into the PPC, like this story).

Tleilaxu Master and future agent. appears in the story on the link.

PS: Sorry for any grammatical errors!

An explosion rings out in the corridor behind them, in the vicinity of the Ypurs, as two enigmatic figures without description or detail carefully advance down the corridor under the cover of gas grenades, and a stink of burning promethium fills the air as one of the figures triggers a flamer, covering the hall in a sheet of flame and cutting off the Ypur advance.

The other figure makes his way past the impromptu blockade and shouts an indistinct message, as no description of the figure's voice or speech has yet been made by its creator. The message itself, however, is clear-they can hold of the Ypur advance, but don't know for how long.

I followed a link from Cake Wrecks. It's incredibly funny, and it's allowed through the school filter! :D