"MULDOON!! *skkkkttttcch* CAN'T...HOLD....MUCH LONGER!" -- SBR: Nova*Beacon

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Date Posted: 22:13:56 07/07/01 Sat
Author: NOVA*Beacon
Subject: "MULDOON!! *skkkkttttcch* CAN'T...HOLD....MUCH LONGER!"
In reply to: FawnDoo 's message, ""Need a little help?"" on 11:00:24 07/03/01 Tue

The voice blared from Muldoon's console, loud and powerful, though not nearly as much as it once was.

"..FINALLY...ABLE TO TRANSMIT! ENERGON PLASMA IS BUILDING; MY BLAST DOORS WON'T HOLD MUCH LONGER! POWERLINE HURT ME FAR MORE THAN I REALIZED..THAN PERHAPS EVEN HE REALIZED! I LIVE, BUT CUT OFF FORM MY CORE PROCESSORS, EFFECTIVELY CRIPPLED WITHOUT YOU, MY NEW CREW! MORE THAN EVER I AM GRATEFUL FOR YOUR PRESCENCE HERE!

AND YOU ESPECIALLY, CHRISTOPHER BRADDOCK! KNOW YOU WELL THAT THIS BEING CONSIDERS YOU AMONG HIS GREATEST FRIENDS, BECAUSE WITHOUT YOUR EFFORTS MY PERSONA MAY HAVE BEEN LOST ALONG WITH MY CENTRAL S-SYTEMS! BLAME YOUSELF NOT FOR MY PARALYSIS BUT BE PROUD THAT YOU HAVE PRESERVED MY EXISTENCE LONG ENOUGH SO THAT--MULDOON!

IT-HAS-BEGUN!

The living robotic vessel's horror was mirrored by its crew as schematics on every monitor displayed a blinking light on the top left shoulder of the four-armed behemoth. Outside, that which the blinking light represented was far more explosive. Metal plating flew as the blast shielding gave way. The ship lurched from the uneven release of plasma, nearly going back into its prior spin. Warning indicators were blaring even as the other blast doors about the NOVA*Beacon's facade began glowing around the edges. FawnDoo and Mercado continued their efforts to free Ebonhawk even as the other rescuers flew further and further to the safe coordinates. Orion, noticing their predicament, began to soar back toward them...

But would he be in time?

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Replies:

The astro-gestalt flew at top speed... -- Orion, 15:48:46 07/17/01 Tue
- Dark Star watched as the chaos began to build.... -- Dark Star, 20:07:47 07/19/01 Thu
  - Even as Darkstar�s clever doppelganger dealt with Veridian�s vengeance.... -- NOVA*Beacon, 11:13:50 07/20/01 Fri
    - "Do....do still we function?" -- Mercado, 11:28:55 07/20/01 Fri
    - For the first time in her life Dark Star felt shocked...and honored -- Dark Star, 19:13:55 07/23/01 Mon
      - Unsure. -- FawnDoo, 06:30:48 07/24/01 Tue
        "Shockin' there's one of 'em!" -- Ebonhawk, 10:52:32 07/24/01 Tue
        Top Gun -- "Anyone else have a blasted headache?", 16:58:55 07/24/01 Tue
        "Survived they did..." -- Mercado, 21:55:03 07/24/01 Tue
        Dark Star sped off in a rush to meet Ebonhawk.... -- Dark Star, 19:49:31 07/24/01 Tue
        "Kid! Yer a SCRAPPER all right!" -- Ebonhawk, 22:04:06 07/24/01 Tue
        Dark Star followed Mercado and 'Hawk to the lift -- Dark Star, 20:11:27 07/26/01 Thu
        For once, Ebonhawk remained silent. -- Mercado, 22:43:48 07/26/01 Thu