Chapter 7 ---- Negotiations with the Venusions

[nerd57 Laugi]

"Too late. Bye bye."
The squadron of fighters smash into 4 Borg cubes, detonating all ordinance.

[dingo15068]

Anticipatied the attempt to control our fighters.....Watch this "Stan"
The fighters all of the sudden execute a major formation change and come up with every religous symble of Good. Causing the entity of Evil to undergo extreame pain and understanding that the powers of good outweigh it, and it remimbers that in it's past it use to be a beloved Angel of the forces of Good.  A glorious feeling of wonder and understanding fills Stan, and he remimbers remorse.  The Bozo forces are repealed and pour back into the rift, in full retreat.  As all of the bozo and evil forces have returned to that which they came from...the word is sent to the Admiral...Please execute the manuvor and lets seal this rift.....Nerd57, Laugi, and Termine are immediately placed in seclusion in the holy chapel.....  The disconnected Borg are reconnected to the collective

[nerd57 Laugi]

Three figures suddenly appear in a chapel on the WAN III, two humanoid, the other Dracone.
"Erg... but I'm atheist," says one of the humanoid figures.
"I'm not even the right species for this," says the Dracone.
The last humanoid is busy examining itself. Suddenly the first two realize that their clothes were not transported, and the first humanoid ducks behind a shielding. The Dracone stands around and says, "Hey, you're not wearing anything."
"Mmm I never have! Why start now? Hey! what are these things?"
"Sorry, not going into that, this is a public forum."

Schvunza growls the only growl he can, and 3 star systems collapse.
"How dare you invert time upon me! I'm finished playing! this Universe ends NOW!"
Three huge masses appear on the Sladar, with more gravity than all the largest black holes known combined, each. They begin spinning, and a huge electromagnetic beam spreads from one to the other. The WAN III is doused in this beam, and although it doesn't have any major effects, several systems short out.
The masses begin to rotate, moving against the average axis of the galaxies in the Universe. They move at impossible speeds, faster than could be possible for things of their mass. In the center, a huge energy begins building. It begins as a small sphere, and slowly expands.
On the WAN III, the most hellish face imaginable appears on the main viewer, contourted and disfigured, misaligned fangs and pointy ears. With deep red eyes, the face stares into Dingo. He is inexplicably drawn towards the face. He comes closer to the screen, closer, closer, until he is only a few inches from touching it with his nose.
Suddenly he spins about and fires at a random red-shirted member of the bridge crew. In spasmodic fits resembling epilepsy, he flings himself to the ground, and goes unconscious.
The face, with its blood red eyes and gnarly fangs and disgusting skin, laughs, "And so to all your creations, Matt, you poor excuse for a father! Death to you! Oblivion at its greatest! I will not rest until all of your image is erased from the Universes, even if it leaves the Tiklka empty!"

[nerd57 Laugi]

A huge rift opens next to the WAN III, the rift at least a few dozen kilometers in diamter. Out from it pours thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands of small, quick fighters. Slowly a huge super-cruiser enters, already its egg energy spheres charged and firing, smashing into the WAN III's hull. Dozens of spheres fire in tandem, some caught by the touch shields of the WAN III, other blasting through so that they cut through the decks.
"DIE my siblings, so that I may kill my father! Die for me! Die for me!"

[nerd57 Laugi]

"If you people even get an inkling of the thought that we would not like some clothes, I will HELP Schvundza! I'm FREEZING!" yells one of the humanoids, now plainly male in the new light.
"So this is what cold feels like! It feels kinda wierd, rather painful sometimes. Is heat painful?" asks the female humanoid.
"Everything is painful at the extremes. Try to stay at a temperature you prefer. Clothes help, but some spieces don't need clothes. Like Dracones," says the Dracone.
The female humanoid runs her fingers over the ground, noticing the rough touch of the stone floor, and the smooth fluidity of the water in a pedestal of holy water. Walking over to the Dracone, she runs her fingers over his face.
"Its sharp, its covered in sharp things. Scales? They feel kind of leathery."
"Do you know what leather feels like?" asks the Dracone.
The humanoid blushes, "No, but I remember reading about it in the data banks. I can't find the data banks now. Where are they?"
"I don't know. I hope we get the ship back."
"We better, they cost a lot," the male humanoid said. "I'm tired. Are you two tired?"
The others shake their heads. "Fine. I'll sleep on the granite."

[nerd57 Laugi]

The dark sphere expands, swallowing star systems 10 at a time. Its growth accelerates, and more systems are sucked in. The spinning masses rotate faster and faster, breaking both light and warp barriers. It is obvious they are being propelled by something not known to the WAN fleet.

Meanwhile, the super-cruiser is still attacking the WAN, but has taken a few hits from the friendly fire of its fighters. More egg energy is fired from the spheres, and the WAN is suddenly cut from a power source. All systems blink out for nearly 30 seconds, gravity, life support, toilets. When the systems reactivate, things fall to the ground, people breath easily again, and toilets explode.
On the deck the face is still staring coldly, from crew member to crew member, watching them, like a tiger watching its prey. A snake before the strike. The calm before the-
"DIE!"
All the sphere's begin to move into aim for the WAN. There is an estimated charging time of 12 hours for a blast powerful enough to obliterate the WAN and its constituent atoms.

[dingo15068]

Calling upon the the memory of those who have gone before, Dingo activates his most devious weapon his mind calls forth from his mind and sends the order down into the kitchen.  The kitchen staff screams in panic as they activate the equipment, then dive out of the area.  The equipment glows in protest, as the special device is made.  The automatc delivery system loads up one of the tubes with the weapon, aim is taken and it is fired at the super cruiser.  The weapon streaks towards the cruiser, expanding in size and takes on a different shape.  As it passes the thousands of fighters inbound into the WAN, it catches them and drags them along.  The weapon strikes the Super cruiser, and smothers it....It is a "Intropy Custard Cream Pie"  The cruiser instantly undergoes a metamorphisis.  All of it's crew and the ship itself, ages 10 to the 98th power years, becoming residue degenative mass where no energy can form.  The screams of the being Stan are heard throughout all the ships, as the being understands what happened, as he fades away into nothingness, his schemes and plans are of not, for his last thought is that he can not do anything about this device, for it would violate his own existance, for nothing can violate or reverse intropy.  Dingo collapses onto the ground, his crys of sorrow are heard around by the crew....I have violated my races oath never to build this device.  I am unworthy of representing the Siriun power company.  I will never be able to romp around the silver field of dogwood ever again, never be able to mark one's home tree with my scent.  I will forever be banished from my home, to return is a sentence worst than death, to be banished forever to the treeless lands of Catselvania

[nerd57 Laugi]

"Dude, that was not cool. Turning my ship into molten bits of quarks just is not cool. I'll just have the ones from AES and SDC come over to both strike at you. You're going to die little Dingo. I'm already trillions of cycles older than you can possibly fathom, I really don't mind entropy anymore."

The dark sphere grows larger, galaxies are absorbed at a time, billions of stars, trillions of worlds.

"Hmmm where is Sirius on the star map? Any one else want to blurt out home systems?"

[dingo15068]

Yes, Stan I am aware that blowing up that crusier was a bit mean, but I have to protect the WAN III.  I would rather die than to face the wraith our our dear admiral, let alone have to deal with the first officer Yales, your older brother Stan.  This is the flagship of those 2 illustious entities, and I do not think either one of us want to get either of them mad.  Remimber the last time Stan, you crossed into this diemension, Yales got a bit upset, and he imprisioned you into the diemension you were at, without even exerting himself, he still is around, and it is hard to keep him fed.
As for me, killing me would be a blessing.  You do not have to face the wraith of the president of the Sirius power company.  I do, I have ran up a huge power bill trying to keep your minions at bay, until which time our admiral came back, and that bill will come out of my poor hide.  You have been into the mind of Nerd57, so you must have searched his memories, and relized that even he does not want to have to deal with the Siriun collection agency, for once on your scent, they will hound you to the ends of the universe to collect each and every penny owed, plus cost.
I have a better suggestion Stan, you want a diemension, where you can really exert your influence, without the cost of maintaining all of those ships and crews, which even though you have absolute control over your realm, it still costs lots of funds to run it.  You know buracroises, they are the bane of the universes.  Would you like the address of the universe you can easily take over and control, and have all the power destoying them, for the races their are so plorific, that even you would be challanged.  Us here in ES should not even be worthy of your notice.  Can we make a deal??

[The Borg Collective]

Yes.......%$#&^%&-------deal.......we------too many losses------

[nerd57 Laugi]

"Allow me to once again itterate, I've never been here before. If I had ever been here and left, you'd all be dead. Oh, and in a few more minutes, there won't be a Sirius left to be afraid of."

A massive disruption on the WAN's Sladar appears in the Siriun sector. Within seconds, the star has dissappeared, along with several other planets in the governments empire.

"Mmmm... Rito recipes... but they're so weak, I'll need to update them. Have fun! Oh, and for you blasted Borg..."

A computer virus enters one of the Borg Cubes, sending it off course and ramming into another part of the fleet. Several other Cubes are infected, and begin to veer completly off course.

Meanwhile, the dark sphere expands and more matter is sucked in. Schvunza laughs lightly at that. "Soon you'll all be dead, and I will have moved on. You've been much fun for me. Have a nice end of the Universe."

Meanwhile, in the chapel:
"GET US SOME CLOOOOOOOTHES!"
"Hey Nerd, what's that?"
"WHOA! Bad touch Termina!"

[aaronofborg]

HELP!------home cube----infected----collision course----impact-----(static)

[The Borg Collective]

AOB----disconnected----acting independently-------ignore. We----surrender, name----terms.

[Original Labatt]

Admiral, Dingo did you not get my last transmission?  It is in section 2 of this forumn.  It is important!

[nerd57 Laugi]

"My surrender terms? Simple. Dive into the gateway, to speed up the growth so that I may leave. Dump as much energy as you can into it, the faster it grows the faster I leave."

Meanwhile:
"CLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
"Does he talk this much off the mind-link?"
"Fraid he does, Termy."
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"