No sooner had the Operator landed on a pile of rubbish, than the birdman landed on top of her. Her landing hadn't exactly been soft but at least she hadn't hit a hard floor. "Ugh," She grumbled as she sat back up. It took her a moment to regain her wits. Fortunately, she wasn't hurt.
They were indeed in a pile of garbage. The room was very dimly lit with only a single door. Gazing upward, the ceiling seemed to melt into darkness obscuring any features or the hatch they'd come through. Unless the kenku could fly, which seemed unlikely, the tube they had fallen from was well out of reach anyway.
"Well this is just great, love," The Operator declared as she found her footing among the trash. The refuse came to her knees as she stood and based on the fact it didn't quite feel stable, she was pretty sure her feet were not on solid ground. When The Operator tried to take a step, she sank a bit as if in quicksand.
The place smelled putrid. The nauseating smell reminding her of a Tupalo from Janju IV who had bathed in space sewage. On a positive note, if there was one, at least the CEO hadn't come down the tube. If The Operator was lucky, her boss had been eaten by the LBEFT. If she was even luckier, they could make it to the door across the room without sinking in filth and the door would be open. The Operator didn't want to use up her luck wishing Xizz Xazz had been consumed by the LBEFT so she put that thought out of her mind.
"Okay, love," The Operator addressed Jet and pointed at the exit across the room. "I'm not sure who you are, but I assume you are here to rescue me. If that's the case, I need you to figure out how to get to that door without us drowning in all this debris and get it open so we can get out of here."
"Not so fast, dearies," a female voice said in a thick accent. Just then, a pile of trash rose from the rest of the garbage and took the shape of a face, blocking Jet and The Operator's path.
They were indeed in a pile of garbage. The room was very dimly lit with only a single door. Gazing upward, the ceiling seemed to melt into darkness obscuring any features or the hatch they'd come through. Unless the kenku could fly, which seemed unlikely, the tube they had fallen from was well out of reach anyway.
"Well this is just great, love," The Operator declared as she found her footing among the trash. The refuse came to her knees as she stood and based on the fact it didn't quite feel stable, she was pretty sure her feet were not on solid ground. When The Operator tried to take a step, she sank a bit as if in quicksand.
The place smelled putrid. The nauseating smell reminding her of a Tupalo from Janju IV who had bathed in space sewage. On a positive note, if there was one, at least the CEO hadn't come down the tube. If The Operator was lucky, her boss had been eaten by the LBEFT. If she was even luckier, they could make it to the door across the room without sinking in filth and the door would be open. The Operator didn't want to use up her luck wishing Xizz Xazz had been consumed by the LBEFT so she put that thought out of her mind.
"Okay, love," The Operator addressed Jet and pointed at the exit across the room. "I'm not sure who you are, but I assume you are here to rescue me. If that's the case, I need you to figure out how to get to that door without us drowning in all this debris and get it open so we can get out of here."
"Not so fast, dearies," a female voice said in a thick accent. Just then, a pile of trash rose from the rest of the garbage and took the shape of a face, blocking Jet and The Operator's path.
Jet followed the way of the space-seagull, and stood on one leg for a moment, then on the other one, a never-ending shift to keep at least one of his legs above the garbage.
Jumping from one leg to another, he looked like he really should've thought of visiting the toilet before going on a rescue. Well, now he'd have to hold it in until they were aboard of the Tardis again.
Jumping on one leg, he made his way over the rubble. The poor Kenku once again was painfully reminded that his body technically still was build to fly. If there wasn't this one caprice of the gods, secretly conspiring with gravity to keep poor Jet grounded, he'd be out of here in no time.
Still, he also had to get the Operator out of here. Given that this was the trash compactor, there was a non-zero chance that a custodial closet behind that door, which in turn had a non-zero chance of containing a step-ladder (or maybe even a ladder that was related by birth).
In Jet's little magpie-brain, two non-zero-chances added up to an almost sure thing. There was even a none-zero chance of there being enough steadfast garbage just bellow the swimming refuse that he would made it to the floor! Three non-zero chances, what could go wrong?
What went wrong was that he had almost stepped into something. Something trashy, but not in the way the LBEFT had been: It was a literal, not a figuratively mountain of garbage.
He blinked, as the creature towered above him.
By now he luckily knew how to deal with threats like this.
He vaguely gesticulated in the direction he suspected the Doctor in. It had been some time since he saw that fellow, so he just had assumed he was somewhere behind him.
"Manager" he proclaimed, re-using that soundbite again. He gave the trashheap a hopeful look, as if he just worked out a really complex solution to his problem.
If Jet kept up that pace, he soon wouldn't have any allies to accuse of being the manager left, after all he couldn't do that to the Operator (that would go against the goals of the rescue-mission) or his favorite toaster (that would go against the two being friends. Well, Jet saw the toaster as his friend, said friend might have a different perspective, especially after being called toaster way too often.)
Jumping from one leg to another, he looked like he really should've thought of visiting the toilet before going on a rescue. Well, now he'd have to hold it in until they were aboard of the Tardis again.
Jumping on one leg, he made his way over the rubble. The poor Kenku once again was painfully reminded that his body technically still was build to fly. If there wasn't this one caprice of the gods, secretly conspiring with gravity to keep poor Jet grounded, he'd be out of here in no time.
Still, he also had to get the Operator out of here. Given that this was the trash compactor, there was a non-zero chance that a custodial closet behind that door, which in turn had a non-zero chance of containing a step-ladder (or maybe even a ladder that was related by birth).
In Jet's little magpie-brain, two non-zero-chances added up to an almost sure thing. There was even a none-zero chance of there being enough steadfast garbage just bellow the swimming refuse that he would made it to the floor! Three non-zero chances, what could go wrong?
What went wrong was that he had almost stepped into something. Something trashy, but not in the way the LBEFT had been: It was a literal, not a figuratively mountain of garbage.
He blinked, as the creature towered above him.
By now he luckily knew how to deal with threats like this.
He vaguely gesticulated in the direction he suspected the Doctor in. It had been some time since he saw that fellow, so he just had assumed he was somewhere behind him.
"Manager" he proclaimed, re-using that soundbite again. He gave the trashheap a hopeful look, as if he just worked out a really complex solution to his problem.
If Jet kept up that pace, he soon wouldn't have any allies to accuse of being the manager left, after all he couldn't do that to the Operator (that would go against the goals of the rescue-mission) or his favorite toaster (that would go against the two being friends. Well, Jet saw the toaster as his friend, said friend might have a different perspective, especially after being called toaster way too often.)
Jet turned to where he thought The Doctor should be standing only to discover that he wasn’t there. Should the kenku look up, he would realize that neither he, the LBEFT nor the suit had come down the chute with them. There was only the damsel in distress and the large creature that had risen from the sludge. In fact, she, at least the creature appeared to be female, appeared to be made entirely made up of the sludge, refuse and debris contained within the room.
The sludge monster reached into the muck and raised spectacles to its eyes, gazing at the newcomers. “Who,” The monster asked. “Are you?”
“Me love? I’m called The Operator,” The Operator replied. “You know? ITC’s intergalactic time and temperature lady? You’ve probably heard me voice when you dialed a bad order number or needed to know what the weather was doin’ or what time it was so you could reset your watch. Who are you, love?”
“No, I do not. I am Mariah. Mariah Heep. This is my domain. I know all. I am all. Why are you here,” Mariah demanded, confirming she was female.
“Well, uh… if you know all you probably can answer that better than me self, love, because I haven’t the slightest idea,” She responded and turned to Jet to see if the birdperson had a better answer. “So uh, what are you doing down here in this dank, smelly and depressing place?”
“All I want for space Christmas,” Mariah sighed, "is to get out. As for why I am here, The Lady in Black imprisoned me in this pit.” She gestured upward into the darkness above.
“Oh, that sounds like the same 'Lady in Black' that caused the same problem for me,” She turned to Jet to say or do something. After all, he was the alleged hero and rescuer here.
The sludge monster reached into the muck and raised spectacles to its eyes, gazing at the newcomers. “Who,” The monster asked. “Are you?”
“Me love? I’m called The Operator,” The Operator replied. “You know? ITC’s intergalactic time and temperature lady? You’ve probably heard me voice when you dialed a bad order number or needed to know what the weather was doin’ or what time it was so you could reset your watch. Who are you, love?”
“No, I do not. I am Mariah. Mariah Heep. This is my domain. I know all. I am all. Why are you here,” Mariah demanded, confirming she was female.
“Well, uh… if you know all you probably can answer that better than me self, love, because I haven’t the slightest idea,” She responded and turned to Jet to see if the birdperson had a better answer. “So uh, what are you doing down here in this dank, smelly and depressing place?”
“All I want for space Christmas,” Mariah sighed, "is to get out. As for why I am here, The Lady in Black imprisoned me in this pit.” She gestured upward into the darkness above.
“Oh, that sounds like the same 'Lady in Black' that caused the same problem for me,” She turned to Jet to say or do something. After all, he was the alleged hero and rescuer here.
Not having the Doctor nearby was a problem. Jet looked around for someone else that could be considered manager-material, but for some reason he had run out of people he was willing to volunteer as sacrifices.
Maybe it was for the best the kenku didn't get a taste for it.
Jet joined the round of introductions by tipping on his own chest, and once again making the sound that was his actual name: The loud thundering of a jet engine filled the trash compactor for a moment.
Technically, fully written out, Jet's name was: "Jet engine a-roaring as a spaceship takes to the space air", but since his handwriting wasn't small enough to put that down on documents, and since there was only limited space on wanted posters, he added the short version of their name. "Jet. People who value their vocal cords too much too waste them for this nonsense call him Jet" he added in the gruff voice of his old captain.
For an all-knowing thing, Mariah Heep asked a lot of questions. Maybe it was for the comfort of non-all-knowing people, as it would be confusing if Mariah just said the necessary stuff. It also would be confusing as hell.
As the philosophical heavy question of 'what are you doing down here' came up, Jet just pointed up. They were here because they fell, that was enough reason for him.
Jet tilted his head, then he vaguely gesticulated towards the Operator and himself. "Save the cheerleader" - then he pointed at the Heep. "save the world."
The thing was all knowing, it hopefully understand his clumsy quid-pro-quo offer.
"There must be some way out of here" said thejokerspace pirate birb to the thiefspace trash heep
Maybe it was for the best the kenku didn't get a taste for it.
Jet joined the round of introductions by tipping on his own chest, and once again making the sound that was his actual name: The loud thundering of a jet engine filled the trash compactor for a moment.
Technically, fully written out, Jet's name was: "Jet engine a-roaring as a spaceship takes to the space air", but since his handwriting wasn't small enough to put that down on documents, and since there was only limited space on wanted posters, he added the short version of their name. "Jet. People who value their vocal cords too much too waste them for this nonsense call him Jet" he added in the gruff voice of his old captain.
For an all-knowing thing, Mariah Heep asked a lot of questions. Maybe it was for the comfort of non-all-knowing people, as it would be confusing if Mariah just said the necessary stuff. It also would be confusing as hell.
As the philosophical heavy question of 'what are you doing down here' came up, Jet just pointed up. They were here because they fell, that was enough reason for him.
Jet tilted his head, then he vaguely gesticulated towards the Operator and himself. "Save the cheerleader" - then he pointed at the Heep. "save the world."
The thing was all knowing, it hopefully understand his clumsy quid-pro-quo offer.
"There must be some way out of here" said the
Meanwhile...
Speaking of 'The Lady in Black', Lady von Böse was in a rather foul mood. It had not been mentioned until this moment, but she did in fact, dress in all black despite having been described previously as being a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Carmen Sandiego thrown into a blend having a bad hair day. While all of that was true, unlike these heroines* who wore red, Lady von Böse wore all black because it was a well known fact that bad guys, or persons in this case, were required to wear this color. That and she was also very into space Emo.
She was right in the middle of an important bath trying out a new bath bomb from planet Frooton X when it was brought to her attention that calamity was ensuing on the detention level. It took her several minutes to dry off, put on her black, evil bathrobe and come to the command chamber long enough to order all personnel in the secret base to go to the detention level and restore order among the chaos.
Elsewhere, in the TARDIS...
Yoo-nit watched the screen in the control room for many minutes. It was trying to figure out a way to leave the TARDIS undetected and rescue its mistress who was believed to be a prisoner here. A lucky break came when there was an angry announcement over the loudspeaker directing all personnel to the detention level due to a disturbance.
A short while later, the doors of the blue police box opened and a set of eye stalks peered out. Once the coast was clear, Yoo-nit rolled out and began to look for a panel or access point to patch into the secret base's systems in an attempt to figure out what to do next.
*While Carmen was initially a villain in the original series and software to teach geography on the planet Earth, in the later Netflix series, she was made younger and was a hero after turning against the evil spy organization she originally worked for.
Speaking of 'The Lady in Black', Lady von Böse was in a rather foul mood. It had not been mentioned until this moment, but she did in fact, dress in all black despite having been described previously as being a combination of Jessica Rabbit and Carmen Sandiego thrown into a blend having a bad hair day. While all of that was true, unlike these heroines* who wore red, Lady von Böse wore all black because it was a well known fact that bad guys, or persons in this case, were required to wear this color. That and she was also very into space Emo.
She was right in the middle of an important bath trying out a new bath bomb from planet Frooton X when it was brought to her attention that calamity was ensuing on the detention level. It took her several minutes to dry off, put on her black, evil bathrobe and come to the command chamber long enough to order all personnel in the secret base to go to the detention level and restore order among the chaos.
Elsewhere, in the TARDIS...
Yoo-nit watched the screen in the control room for many minutes. It was trying to figure out a way to leave the TARDIS undetected and rescue its mistress who was believed to be a prisoner here. A lucky break came when there was an angry announcement over the loudspeaker directing all personnel to the detention level due to a disturbance.
A short while later, the doors of the blue police box opened and a set of eye stalks peered out. Once the coast was clear, Yoo-nit rolled out and began to look for a panel or access point to patch into the secret base's systems in an attempt to figure out what to do next.
*While Carmen was initially a villain in the original series and software to teach geography on the planet Earth, in the later Netflix series, she was made younger and was a hero after turning against the evil spy organization she originally worked for.
"Jet. People who value their vocal cords too much too waste them for this nonsense call him Jet" he added in the gruff voice of his old captain.
When the avian person spoke in a different voice and mentioned his name in the third person, The Operator suddenly realized this was the kenku that had asked her to read the list of words on the napkin. At least, she thought he was the same one. All bird people tended to look alike, afterall.
Jet tilted his head, then he vaguely gesticulated towards the Operator and himself. "Save the cheerleader" - then he pointed at the Heep. "save the world."
Ms. Heep turned her gaze to Jet, but didn't immediately respond. Perhaps she was processing his words.
"There must be some way out of here," Jet finally offered.
"Right, love! That looks like a door behind you," The Operator replied, gesturing toward the only obvious one behind the sludge creature. The Operator tried to take a step forward, but there was a gurgling noise and she found herself pulled downward into the goo. The Operator's feet were stuck fast!
"Not so fast," Madame Heep said sternly. "If I release both of you, you'll leave me here!"
"Well, we're happy to help you love," The Operator tried to assure Madame Heep. "Can't you just slither along behind us or something?"
"The drain! My freedom lies through the drain," Mariah explained. "It is sealed. You must unseal the drain so that I can leave here!"
The Operator turned to the kenku. "I don't suppose you're a plumber, love. Or maybe you could get out and call a plumber to help this poor girl out," The Operator asked hopefully. It smelled awful in this tiny compactor and all The Operator wanted was to get out. If they had to help a stinky, self-aware wad of filth go down the drain, so be it.
If Jet wants to check the door behind Mariah (which is locked... at least initially) turned to page 27.
If Jet wants to dive below the stinky muck to locate the drain (with zero visibility) turn to page 43.
If he wants to do something else...
When the avian person spoke in a different voice and mentioned his name in the third person, The Operator suddenly realized this was the kenku that had asked her to read the list of words on the napkin. At least, she thought he was the same one. All bird people tended to look alike, afterall.
Jet tilted his head, then he vaguely gesticulated towards the Operator and himself. "Save the cheerleader" - then he pointed at the Heep. "save the world."
Ms. Heep turned her gaze to Jet, but didn't immediately respond. Perhaps she was processing his words.
"There must be some way out of here," Jet finally offered.
"Right, love! That looks like a door behind you," The Operator replied, gesturing toward the only obvious one behind the sludge creature. The Operator tried to take a step forward, but there was a gurgling noise and she found herself pulled downward into the goo. The Operator's feet were stuck fast!
"Not so fast," Madame Heep said sternly. "If I release both of you, you'll leave me here!"
"Well, we're happy to help you love," The Operator tried to assure Madame Heep. "Can't you just slither along behind us or something?"
"The drain! My freedom lies through the drain," Mariah explained. "It is sealed. You must unseal the drain so that I can leave here!"
The Operator turned to the kenku. "I don't suppose you're a plumber, love. Or maybe you could get out and call a plumber to help this poor girl out," The Operator asked hopefully. It smelled awful in this tiny compactor and all The Operator wanted was to get out. If they had to help a stinky, self-aware wad of filth go down the drain, so be it.
If Jet wants to check the door behind Mariah (which is locked... at least initially) turned to page 27.
If Jet wants to dive below the stinky muck to locate the drain (with zero visibility) turn to page 43.
If he wants to do something else...
What happens to Xizz?
1. The LBEFT eats Xizz
2. The LBEFT grabs him, but he is saved by the Doctor
3. A guard stuns the LBEFT, Xizz thinks he is saved- taken to The Lady in Black
4. A guard stuns both the LBEFT
5. The LBEFT is attacked by something else, Xizz runs for it
6. The LBEFT drags Xizz back toward the cells
1. The LBEFT eats Xizz
2. The LBEFT grabs him, but he is saved by the Doctor
3. A guard stuns the LBEFT, Xizz thinks he is saved- taken to The Lady in Black
4. A guard stuns both the LBEFT
5. The LBEFT is attacked by something else, Xizz runs for it
6. The LBEFT drags Xizz back toward the cells
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 5.
Note: Result
Xizz glanced at the hole in the grate and the LBEFT that was closing in on him. He gulped. There was no way he was going down that grate into the unknown! The space gods only knew what filth and space bugs and space germs were in there! Besides, he might soil his suit which was very expensive.
Just as things looked completely hopeless, a 4-armed alien grappled the LBEFT. Xizz saw his chance and dashed passed the two monsters. He was very upset that he was having to save himself. He ran back into the main detention area looking for any sign of who was supposed to be saving him. More grunts were arriving.
1-2. Xizz is recaptured by guards
3-4. He finds The Doctor
5-6. Xizz some how makes it out of the detention area in the chaos
Just as things looked completely hopeless, a 4-armed alien grappled the LBEFT. Xizz saw his chance and dashed passed the two monsters. He was very upset that he was having to save himself. He ran back into the main detention area looking for any sign of who was supposed to be saving him. More grunts were arriving.
1-2. Xizz is recaptured by guards
3-4. He finds The Doctor
5-6. Xizz some how makes it out of the detention area in the chaos
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 6.
Note: What happens
Jet, blissfully unaware about how the Operator thought about him, looked at the Operator, then at the trash heep, then back to the Operator.
He didn't see the Operator as management material - meaning, he wasn't willing to sacrifice her, after all this was an Operator-saving attempt, and he still hoped to get a lot more good insults from her!
As he was questioned if he was a plumber, Jet made a "wrong!"-buzzer-noise. But then he thought about it: he had spend so much time in air vents, he almost felt like he was qualified to work as a custodian. Maybe that qualified him to clean out drains as well?
For a moment, Jet waded around in the trash compactor, then he just drew his gun. After all, there was no problem that couldn't be fixed by applying laser-fire!
Well, except any problems involving murky liquids that could dissipate the laser's focus. It would increase the temperature of the liquid for sure, but Jet would need a lot of pew-pew to actually boil it - not that he wanted to boil it at all, after all Ms. Heep, Ms. Operator and Monsieur Jet all were inside the water.
He still aimed the gun at the water's surface for a heartbeat before deciding otherwise. Instead, he removed the energy cell from his blaster.
Just like in the armory or in the storage area before, Jet's first instinct was to build a bomb. Well, his first instinct was to fly, but that was an useless yearning that hadn't had enough time to wither off in the Kenku's collective memory. His second instinct was explosives.
He reconnected some space wires on the energy cell, all while humming happily.
After overriding the surge protector, connecting the energy-output of the cell with the input-port and short-circuiting the management system of the cell that should prevent an energy build-up leading to an exotherm reaction inside of the cell, Jet was all set. Or, in other words, he had explosives ready once more!
He could already feel the cell heating up in his hands - only to now realize that he didn't know where exactly the drain even was, he couldn't see it under murky water.
"It's a space shoe bomb!" he quickly explained to the rest of the party, quoting a concerned passenger.
"Unseal the drain" he added, throwing Ms. Heep's words back at her. "Where?" he added, in the voice of his old captain.
This was a far too long concept to properly explain, and the device he probably build prematurely started sparking in his hands, so he just threw it at the position where he expected the drain to be and hoped for the best.
He didn't see the Operator as management material - meaning, he wasn't willing to sacrifice her, after all this was an Operator-saving attempt, and he still hoped to get a lot more good insults from her!
As he was questioned if he was a plumber, Jet made a "wrong!"-buzzer-noise. But then he thought about it: he had spend so much time in air vents, he almost felt like he was qualified to work as a custodian. Maybe that qualified him to clean out drains as well?
For a moment, Jet waded around in the trash compactor, then he just drew his gun. After all, there was no problem that couldn't be fixed by applying laser-fire!
Well, except any problems involving murky liquids that could dissipate the laser's focus. It would increase the temperature of the liquid for sure, but Jet would need a lot of pew-pew to actually boil it - not that he wanted to boil it at all, after all Ms. Heep, Ms. Operator and Monsieur Jet all were inside the water.
He still aimed the gun at the water's surface for a heartbeat before deciding otherwise. Instead, he removed the energy cell from his blaster.
Just like in the armory or in the storage area before, Jet's first instinct was to build a bomb. Well, his first instinct was to fly, but that was an useless yearning that hadn't had enough time to wither off in the Kenku's collective memory. His second instinct was explosives.
He reconnected some space wires on the energy cell, all while humming happily.
After overriding the surge protector, connecting the energy-output of the cell with the input-port and short-circuiting the management system of the cell that should prevent an energy build-up leading to an exotherm reaction inside of the cell, Jet was all set. Or, in other words, he had explosives ready once more!
He could already feel the cell heating up in his hands - only to now realize that he didn't know where exactly the drain even was, he couldn't see it under murky water.
"It's a space shoe bomb!" he quickly explained to the rest of the party, quoting a concerned passenger.
"Unseal the drain" he added, throwing Ms. Heep's words back at her. "Where?" he added, in the voice of his old captain.
This was a far too long concept to properly explain, and the device he probably build prematurely started sparking in his hands, so he just threw it at the position where he expected the drain to be and hoped for the best.
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 1.
Note: Rolling a die just to make things interesting, the higher the better.
The Doctor:
1. Finds Xizz and escapes
2. Is captured by guards
3. Runs into Lord Helmet and fights him
4. Finds Yoo-nit
5. Makes it back to the TARDIS without either
6. Finds both Xizz and Yoo-nit and escapes in the TARDIS
1. Finds Xizz and escapes
2. Is captured by guards
3. Runs into Lord Helmet and fights him
4. Finds Yoo-nit
5. Makes it back to the TARDIS without either
6. Finds both Xizz and Yoo-nit and escapes in the TARDIS
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 6.
Note: What's up, Doc?
Meanwhile...
Things are in utter chaos as more guards arrive. The Doctor is able to slip out of the detention area.
"Hey, wait up! Wait for me," Xizz Xazz yells as he catches up to The Doctor.
"Well hurry up, will yas," The Doctor demands. "We got an oversized black canary and a dame to rescue!"
The pair hurry back the way they came. Along the way, they encounter a square box like droid heading toward them.
"Hey, Robbie the Robot, yas goin' the wrong way! Come on," The Doctor calls to Yoo-nit. The droid reverses direction and the trio make it back to the TARDIS. They enter the blue police box.
"Well, don't just stand there ya bucket of bolts," The Doctor orders lighting a cigar. "Get to scannin' why don't yas?"
Yoo-nit plugs into the TARDIS's console and begins scanning the base.
Things are in utter chaos as more guards arrive. The Doctor is able to slip out of the detention area.
"Hey, wait up! Wait for me," Xizz Xazz yells as he catches up to The Doctor.
"Well hurry up, will yas," The Doctor demands. "We got an oversized black canary and a dame to rescue!"
The pair hurry back the way they came. Along the way, they encounter a square box like droid heading toward them.
"Hey, Robbie the Robot, yas goin' the wrong way! Come on," The Doctor calls to Yoo-nit. The droid reverses direction and the trio make it back to the TARDIS. They enter the blue police box.
"Well, don't just stand there ya bucket of bolts," The Doctor orders lighting a cigar. "Get to scannin' why don't yas?"
Yoo-nit plugs into the TARDIS's console and begins scanning the base.
A natural 1! Epic failure! (At least for The Operator and Jet)
Whether Jet’s action was a dismal failure or smashing success was very dependent upon one’s view. “Whatcha doin’, love,” The Operator asked as the kenku began to disassemble his blaster. Ms. Heep raised her spectacles to peer at the birdman.
A moment later, Jet had popped the space batteries out and began tinkering.
"It's a space shoe bomb!" he quickly explained to the rest of the party, quoting a concerned passenger.
“WAIT! WHAT,” The Operator exclaimed eyes wide.
"Unseal the drain" he added, throwing Ms. Heep's words back at her.
“That’s not what I meant, love,” The Operator protested in a panic.
"Where?" he added, in the voice of his old captain.
“The floor,” Mariah instructed eagerly. “Finally! At long last… Freedom!” The pile of muck cackled with glee.
The improvised explosive began to spark and looked like it would blow up any second, so the kenku tossed it and it sank into the ooze with a loud “glop”. All was silent for a moment. Then sludge, muck and goo blew everywhere, covering Jet and The Operator. It also started a giant whirlpool in motion.
“I’m free,” the sludge exclaimed continued to laugh maniacally. Her laughter echoed off the walls as her face and body melded into the whirlpool the explosion created as the drain opened up.
“Congratulations, love! You just made this a lot more exciting! Not only are we going to die by this wretched stench but we’re going to drown…” She was unable to finish as she and the kenku were pulled below the surface into a dark and blinding sludge. They spun around and round beneath the surface before blacking out.
To be continued…
Whether Jet’s action was a dismal failure or smashing success was very dependent upon one’s view. “Whatcha doin’, love,” The Operator asked as the kenku began to disassemble his blaster. Ms. Heep raised her spectacles to peer at the birdman.
A moment later, Jet had popped the space batteries out and began tinkering.
"It's a space shoe bomb!" he quickly explained to the rest of the party, quoting a concerned passenger.
“WAIT! WHAT,” The Operator exclaimed eyes wide.
"Unseal the drain" he added, throwing Ms. Heep's words back at her.
“That’s not what I meant, love,” The Operator protested in a panic.
"Where?" he added, in the voice of his old captain.
“The floor,” Mariah instructed eagerly. “Finally! At long last… Freedom!” The pile of muck cackled with glee.
The improvised explosive began to spark and looked like it would blow up any second, so the kenku tossed it and it sank into the ooze with a loud “glop”. All was silent for a moment. Then sludge, muck and goo blew everywhere, covering Jet and The Operator. It also started a giant whirlpool in motion.
“I’m free,” the sludge exclaimed continued to laugh maniacally. Her laughter echoed off the walls as her face and body melded into the whirlpool the explosion created as the drain opened up.
“Congratulations, love! You just made this a lot more exciting! Not only are we going to die by this wretched stench but we’re going to drown…” She was unable to finish as she and the kenku were pulled below the surface into a dark and blinding sludge. They spun around and round beneath the surface before blacking out.
To be continued…
Jet gave the Operator his most happy grin. Sometimes, he seemed to have the soul of a little boy that just did something he certainly was forbidden to do, like, for example, playing with fireworks.
So far, it was a miracle he hadn't injured himself.
Jet had just enough time to holster the blaster once more. The laser was useless without a power-cell, but Jet didn't count it at losing his weapon once more: After all, he could get a new power cell in any properly sorted space convenience store.
What kind of spaceship didn't have a convenience store?
The Kenku watched with in anticipation as the bomb sunk into the goo.
His patience didn't held for very long. He lifted his head, a disappointed look on his eyes as there was no instant effect - just to be surprised as suddenly, the whole room looked like a mixer full of sewage.
Too late he realized what it meant. He tried to wad towards the door, as suddenly the situation started to suck - quite literally, as he was pulled in by the water.
He extended his claw-hand towards the door. It was only a few yards away from the handle, then Jet was pulled back.
While the Operator complained, Jet decided to save his air. At least he had saved one damsel in distress, which made him a proper big damn hero!
That this damsel had been a pile of garbage wasn't important, Jet didn't judge! So, in one last attempt at Kenku-mimicry, his arm gave a thumbs-up before the water swallowed him and the world grew dark for a moment.
Tune in next time for Space Adventures in Space: The galaxy is toast!
So far, it was a miracle he hadn't injured himself.
Jet had just enough time to holster the blaster once more. The laser was useless without a power-cell, but Jet didn't count it at losing his weapon once more: After all, he could get a new power cell in any properly sorted space convenience store.
What kind of spaceship didn't have a convenience store?
The Kenku watched with in anticipation as the bomb sunk into the goo.
His patience didn't held for very long. He lifted his head, a disappointed look on his eyes as there was no instant effect - just to be surprised as suddenly, the whole room looked like a mixer full of sewage.
Too late he realized what it meant. He tried to wad towards the door, as suddenly the situation started to suck - quite literally, as he was pulled in by the water.
He extended his claw-hand towards the door. It was only a few yards away from the handle, then Jet was pulled back.
While the Operator complained, Jet decided to save his air. At least he had saved one damsel in distress, which made him a proper big damn hero!
That this damsel had been a pile of garbage wasn't important, Jet didn't judge! So, in one last attempt at Kenku-mimicry, his arm gave a thumbs-up before the water swallowed him and the world grew dark for a moment.
Tune in next time for Space Adventures in Space: The galaxy is toast!
Stuck inside this sludge pit… stuck inside forever… never seeing no one…
A lazy melody begins…
Well, the sludge exploded with a mighty bang as they sank into the goo. And the first one said to the second one there, “this goo smells like #2…”
As the song plays, the screen cuts from black to the sun shining over a pond. Instead of water, there is a black oily nasty sludge. The camera pans to the edge of the pond where two bi-pedal bodies, completely covered in a tar-like substance and zooms in on the first one.
The title of a new episode explodes across the screen: “Jet’s Wings: Band on the Run!”
Cut back to Jet’s face…
The kenku awoke. He discovered several things in this order as he began to take in his new surroundings: A strange song was stuck in his head. Perhaps it was stuck in the way that he and The Operator had been stuck in the sludge. Should Jet clean the gunk from his ears, the song quickly finds its way to freedom much like Ms. Heep as she spiraled down the drain. There was no sign of the self-aware sludge woman anywhere if Jet decided to check and the muck in the pond is unresponsive if asked.
The second thing the Avian found was a humanoid figure completely covered in black-goo lying unconscious near him several standard space-units away. Based on its occasional moans, it was likely The Operator. The next thing after that was a small, humanoid frog going through his oil-soaked poncho and tugging at his blaster. Jet’s blaster, minus the required AA batteries, was glued into its holster because of the tar. It wasn’t impossible to remove, but even if it had working power cells, the kenku would lose in a quickdraw match if he were to be in a shootout. The frog-being would definitely not win and had failed miserably at its pickpocket roll.
Although the blaster was safe but temporarily useless, Jet’s commlink is missing, should the kenku check for it. Whether he lost it going down the drain or at some point prior was unknown. The creature looks startled as soon as Jet moves, and backs away, raising its fists threateningly. It is only 2-3 Earth feet tall. It looks more adorable than threatening in the way a small white fluffy dog might try to antagonize the space mailman but only ends up looking cute instead.
The Operator lets out a low moan nearby and moves a tiny bit but is still unconscious.
OOC: I will likely be offline for a few days. Go ahead and reply and I’ll respond as soon as I’m back. Hoping for Thursday or Friday by the latest.
A lazy melody begins…
Well, the sludge exploded with a mighty bang as they sank into the goo. And the first one said to the second one there, “this goo smells like #2…”
As the song plays, the screen cuts from black to the sun shining over a pond. Instead of water, there is a black oily nasty sludge. The camera pans to the edge of the pond where two bi-pedal bodies, completely covered in a tar-like substance and zooms in on the first one.
The title of a new episode explodes across the screen: “Jet’s Wings: Band on the Run!”
Cut back to Jet’s face…
The kenku awoke. He discovered several things in this order as he began to take in his new surroundings: A strange song was stuck in his head. Perhaps it was stuck in the way that he and The Operator had been stuck in the sludge. Should Jet clean the gunk from his ears, the song quickly finds its way to freedom much like Ms. Heep as she spiraled down the drain. There was no sign of the self-aware sludge woman anywhere if Jet decided to check and the muck in the pond is unresponsive if asked.
The second thing the Avian found was a humanoid figure completely covered in black-goo lying unconscious near him several standard space-units away. Based on its occasional moans, it was likely The Operator. The next thing after that was a small, humanoid frog going through his oil-soaked poncho and tugging at his blaster. Jet’s blaster, minus the required AA batteries, was glued into its holster because of the tar. It wasn’t impossible to remove, but even if it had working power cells, the kenku would lose in a quickdraw match if he were to be in a shootout. The frog-being would definitely not win and had failed miserably at its pickpocket roll.
Although the blaster was safe but temporarily useless, Jet’s commlink is missing, should the kenku check for it. Whether he lost it going down the drain or at some point prior was unknown. The creature looks startled as soon as Jet moves, and backs away, raising its fists threateningly. It is only 2-3 Earth feet tall. It looks more adorable than threatening in the way a small white fluffy dog might try to antagonize the space mailman but only ends up looking cute instead.
The Operator lets out a low moan nearby and moves a tiny bit but is still unconscious.
OOC: I will likely be offline for a few days. Go ahead and reply and I’ll respond as soon as I’m back. Hoping for Thursday or Friday by the latest.
Jet blinked, as the curse of consciousness slowly forced itself back into his head. It had nasty side-effects, besides the general pain of existence. A sense of smell and taste, for example, which was a serious disadvantage in the current situation.
The kenku sat up and started spitting out goo.
Jet de-sludged his ears, letting out the song. He quickly checked for his most important things: There was his blaster, there was his favorite Operator (although that was only an assumption, he would need the tar-monster to say 'love' a few time to be absolutely sure) and there was his frog-monster.
Everything seemed to be in order and he could… wait, a frog monster?
Jet made an irritated sound as the frog jumped back. He hadn't seen such a thing since the toad-wars! As the creature raised it's fist, he tried to produce his blaster, but the tar made it a chore.
Jet gave up and so he just pointed a finger-gun at the frog, tilting his head.
"Who, what, when, where and why?" he asked in one of the most threatening voices he knew: The one of his old elementary teacher. As he spoke, he rose to his feet.
The kenku sat up and started spitting out goo.
Jet de-sludged his ears, letting out the song. He quickly checked for his most important things: There was his blaster, there was his favorite Operator (although that was only an assumption, he would need the tar-monster to say 'love' a few time to be absolutely sure) and there was his frog-monster.
Everything seemed to be in order and he could… wait, a frog monster?
Jet made an irritated sound as the frog jumped back. He hadn't seen such a thing since the toad-wars! As the creature raised it's fist, he tried to produce his blaster, but the tar made it a chore.
Jet gave up and so he just pointed a finger-gun at the frog, tilting his head.
"Who, what, when, where and why?" he asked in one of the most threatening voices he knew: The one of his old elementary teacher. As he spoke, he rose to his feet.
As Jet went for his blaster the frog creature with fists raised, backed away slowly. It was clearly frightened and trembling. It became even more scared when it realized the kenku stood between it and the black pond. It gulped looking over its shoulder.
"Who, what, when, where and why?" he asked in one of the most threatening voices he knew: The one of his old elementary teacher. As he spoke, he rose to his feet.
"P-please don't kill me," The frogman begged dropping to its knees. Its clenched fists locked together in a pleading gesture and seemed just as fearful of Jet's 'finger gun' as a real one.
About this time, the other tar monster a few feet away began to cough and gag and tried to sit up. The frog's attention was momentarily directed in that direction.
After a few moments, it spoke in a familiar voice. "W-what happened," it asked confirming that it was, in fact, The Operator. She finally managed to sit up and immediately took notice of the frog.
"Who are you, love," she asked. She glanced at the other being covered in tar long enough to determine that it was Jet.
Roll 1d6: If even, the frog answers but remains guarded. If odd. It bolts without a word. Jet can try to grab it when it runs by if it attempts to flee.
"Who, what, when, where and why?" he asked in one of the most threatening voices he knew: The one of his old elementary teacher. As he spoke, he rose to his feet.
"P-please don't kill me," The frogman begged dropping to its knees. Its clenched fists locked together in a pleading gesture and seemed just as fearful of Jet's 'finger gun' as a real one.
About this time, the other tar monster a few feet away began to cough and gag and tried to sit up. The frog's attention was momentarily directed in that direction.
After a few moments, it spoke in a familiar voice. "W-what happened," it asked confirming that it was, in fact, The Operator. She finally managed to sit up and immediately took notice of the frog.
"Who are you, love," she asked. She glanced at the other being covered in tar long enough to determine that it was Jet.
Roll 1d6: If even, the frog answers but remains guarded. If odd. It bolts without a word. Jet can try to grab it when it runs by if it attempts to flee.
The frog glances suspiciously. It lowers its hands slightly cutting its eyes between the pair. "I'm called Daxon,' The frog croaked. "Who are you? What are you? Are you tar monsters? Are you going to try to turn me into sludge?"
"Of course not, love," The Operator said standing. She coughed up a bit of black sludge. "Just two unfortunates that went down the drain after a kidnapping and rescue and now we're trying to get far away from here."
She turned to Jet to see what he had to add.
"Of course not, love," The Operator said standing. She coughed up a bit of black sludge. "Just two unfortunates that went down the drain after a kidnapping and rescue and now we're trying to get far away from here."
She turned to Jet to see what he had to add.
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 6.
Note: Frog's action
Jet pondered the situation for a moment, then he finally lifted his tar covered hands and made an approximately scary space-ghost moaning sound.
"Tar monstes" he repeated back to Daxon in his voice. "Turn… into sludge!"
He approached the frog, shaking his lifted, tar covered arms in an attempt to scare him away.
After all that frog tried to steal his blaster, and Jet liked his blaster, even if it wouldn't shoot anytime soon. He gave the operator a quick side-glance, the two seemed to run two entirely different set of tactics - that probably were at odds with each other. Maybe Daxon would believe that there was one rescue-victim and one tar monster, that just happened to look the same?
"Tar monstes" he repeated back to Daxon in his voice. "Turn… into sludge!"
He approached the frog, shaking his lifted, tar covered arms in an attempt to scare him away.
After all that frog tried to steal his blaster, and Jet liked his blaster, even if it wouldn't shoot anytime soon. He gave the operator a quick side-glance, the two seemed to run two entirely different set of tactics - that probably were at odds with each other. Maybe Daxon would believe that there was one rescue-victim and one tar monster, that just happened to look the same?
1-3: The Operator calms Daxon
4-6: Daxon is scared off by Jet
OOC: I'll post later tonight or more likely tomorrow morning.
4-6: Daxon is scared off by Jet
OOC: I'll post later tonight or more likely tomorrow morning.
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 6.
Note: Results of Jet's Tar Monster
"Tar monstes" he repeated back to Daxon in his voice. "Turn… into sludge!"
He approached the frog, shaking his lifted, tar covered arms in an attempt to scare him away.
Daxon once again begins to tremble. He steps backward, nearly falling into the sludge pond but then manages to regain his balance as he teeters on the edge. He takes a few side steps and bolts. He cuts a wide circle around Jet keeping himself out of range of being grabbed. If Jet attempts to pursue, the frog creature is much faster and the kenku has no chance to catch him.
“No, wait, love,” The Operator protested, but it was too late. The frog hurried as fast as he could from the pond. She then turned to face Jet.
“Well, that’s just great! Now what,” The Operator scolded. “He might’ve been able to ‘elp us! So, is this part of your plan?” She raised her arms as she said ‘your plan’. It was unlikely the bird person could see the air quotes she made around those two words given her hands were covered in slime and muck. “What ‘appens now? Please tell me this is an arranged pickup point or you still have a comm or way to signal or contact whoever else is supposed to pick us up.”
The Operator crossed her arms and waited expectantly for Jet to reassure her that he did indeed have a plan or that someone knew where they were and would come by any second to scoop them up and whisk them away to safety.
Just then, Jet notices:
1-2. A land vehicle in the distance heading this way.
3-4. Some kind of ship in the sky flying their direction.
5. What might be a droid heading toward the pond.
6. A tall robed or cloaked humanoid. It's definitely not Daxon.
He approached the frog, shaking his lifted, tar covered arms in an attempt to scare him away.
Daxon once again begins to tremble. He steps backward, nearly falling into the sludge pond but then manages to regain his balance as he teeters on the edge. He takes a few side steps and bolts. He cuts a wide circle around Jet keeping himself out of range of being grabbed. If Jet attempts to pursue, the frog creature is much faster and the kenku has no chance to catch him.
“No, wait, love,” The Operator protested, but it was too late. The frog hurried as fast as he could from the pond. She then turned to face Jet.
“Well, that’s just great! Now what,” The Operator scolded. “He might’ve been able to ‘elp us! So, is this part of your plan?” She raised her arms as she said ‘your plan’. It was unlikely the bird person could see the air quotes she made around those two words given her hands were covered in slime and muck. “What ‘appens now? Please tell me this is an arranged pickup point or you still have a comm or way to signal or contact whoever else is supposed to pick us up.”
The Operator crossed her arms and waited expectantly for Jet to reassure her that he did indeed have a plan or that someone knew where they were and would come by any second to scoop them up and whisk them away to safety.
Just then, Jet notices:
1-2. A land vehicle in the distance heading this way.
3-4. Some kind of ship in the sky flying their direction.
5. What might be a droid heading toward the pond.
6. A tall robed or cloaked humanoid. It's definitely not Daxon.
rolled 1d6 and got a natural 6.
Note: Who's that?
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