From the far reaches of space I, Evil Diva, otherwise called Eddie, have assembled a crew of the badest good guys of anime(and Kiyone) onto my space ship called Vanity. Confused? You will get it soon enough. Mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Ontoward the best MST crew ever!
Aboard the super fast space ship called Vanity, an interdementional portal opened and with a thud, three people from it landed on the floor of the bridge.
"What is this!?" a decidedly irritated voice boomed.
"Chill out Vegeta" chimed a pink haired munchkin super genius named Washu.
"He's right. What the hell is this place?" Gene Starwind said, looking around suspiciously, with his hand at his gunbelt. Another woman, Kiyone of the GP, was in a similar position.
The steal door at the end of the room slowly began to lift, revealing small feet in five inch spiked pumps, tan, curvy lightly muscled calves, long slim thighs, an indecently short black leather skirt slicked over hips to die for. Then up where they could see that the skirt was low riding on the hips and revealed quite alot of midriff. Her top was big enough to cover the basics, but far from modest, and quite large tanned breasts spilled over the low sleaveless neckline. A hand was on her hip with the fingernails painted black and many onyx bracelets on her wrists. Her waistlength black hair was razor straight, and gleaming. The beautiful sun darkened face was quite striking against the black, with the lips painted a wet red, and slumberous ice blue eyes highlighted in in dark blue. No other makeup could be detected.
On another, paler person this would have looked decidedly gothic. But instead she was the picture of evil beauty. She made the two men sweat, and the other two women want to shoot her.
Washu tried to call her phantom keyboard but was unsuccessful.
"Sorry Washu," the woman's sultry voice purred, "You will have no use of your powers or...props aboard Vanity. I can't risk you destroying my _beautiful_, plush ship.
For the first time they noticed the bridges design. Large overstuffed black leather furniture that looked extremely comfortable. Abstract paintings, and three walls that looked like the night sky as seen from earth.
The other 'wall' of the room was a gigantic window that gazed out at the passing meteors, stars, and other ships.
"Please, sit down, make yourselved comfortable." she strolled over to a minibar. "Drinks anyone?"
"Bah! Woman, I want to know why you've brought us aboard this atrocious excuse for a ship" Vegeta made it a statement instead of a question.
The woman sighed theatrically. "Anyone else?"
"Actually, I could use a bit of hard liquor right about now" Gene said pitifully, sinking into a large chair.
"Me too" Washu said.
"Sorry Washu, I don't serve brandy to minors" the woman said with a ghost of a smile. She seemed amused, but unwilling to show it. "Kiyone?"
"No thank you" she said hostily.
The woman sighed exasperatedly. "Fine! Since you all seem hell bent on explanations, I will give them to you. Sit down." they did, on the couch, with the exception of Gene, who was already seated, and she handed him his drink, while downing hers in a gulp.
"My name is Evil Diva, but everyone calls me Eddie. I was asked by my boss to assemble a crew of the most hardheaded, least scarrable, um, _people_ that I could find for a mission. I chose you four based on your character types. You are all known to be hard and unfazable, and aren't very good at being good guys. Kiyone is here to help me keep you three in line.
"What's this mission we're here for?" Gene said, sipping his beverage.
"Yes, can you at least tell us that?" Vegeta said hostily. He looked like a pouting little kid with his arms crossed like that.
Eddie flipped her hair and crossed her legs. Ths subdued both men, but the women were still mad and curious. Eddie huffed.
"I suppose" She got up and walked to the controls. She looked out the gigantic window. "My boss, as I told you, sent me to get you all. I did and here you are. My space ship, Vanity, is crawling with insignificant servants to wait on you hand and foot. I hope that makes you feel more comfy. Alright, I guess I've kept you waiting long enough. Our mission is..."
"What?!" everyone yelled at the same time.
"To MST bad, very bad, fanfiction" she turned around to look at them.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but that, ANYTHING" Washu cried.
"Lemons?" Kiyone asked tearfully.
"Yes, I'm afraid" Eddie said just as tearfully. Kiyone put her hands to her face and started to bawl as hard as Washu had begun to.
"Hey, that doesn't sound so bad" Gene said cheerfully.
"Oh yeah? What if they're about you? Or Melfina? What if we come across a bad lemon about you two?" Eddie said venomously, trying to comfort the two crying.
"What!!!!" He roared. "How dare anyone insult my Melfina like that!" He started shooting blindly, but of course the bullets were disabled immediately. When he calmed down, he went to the bar and chugged on a bottle of wine broodingly.
"Woman, I don't understand. MST? Fanfiction? Lemons? What do those words mean?" Vegeta questioned angrily.
"Vegeta, let me explain" Washu said. She had to get her mind off of stuff. She pulled down a whitboard that was magically provided and started writing formulas on it with a pink magic marker.
Five minutes in, everyone was snoring except Eddie. "Perhaps I should explain instead. We are going to go to my very plush theater, watch some really bad stories written by fans or possibly haters of anime. Some of them are about you guys, some aren't. You will watch the fanfiction, and make jokes, comments, etcetera about the terribleness of them. I must warn you that some people will refer to you and/or your mate in insulting and Out Of Charater terms. And in some you are even a, a, a WIMP!"
"WHAT!" His roar was louder than Gene's. "How dare they?! I am the prince of the Saya-jins! No one insults me! Is the first one about me?"
"No" a folder apeared in her hand. "The first one is Pokemon. I will let you go to your quarters. You will find everything you need there." Eddie snapped her fingers and four servants appeared. They were led to their rooms. "Oh, and you may want to know that the boss is going easy on you since it's your first time. Next time he won't. Ta ta!"
An hour later, they were led to a set of french doors where they waited. Soon Eddie was there. Here clothes made the women like her. Not like her other really, and they could tell that these were more comfortable. A black tank top and black windsuit pants.
"Okay guys" she said in a pep talk sort of voice. "I picked you because I knew you could handle everything about to be thrown at you. Don't disappoint me."
She opened the door to reveal a large empty movie theater. "Oh yeah, if you want snacks, they're over there" She pointed to a snack bar. Kiyone got Junior Mints and a Coke, and Washu a jumbo Popcorn and a ginger ale. Vegeta got one of everything and a supersized Surge. Gene got about six Hershey bars and a Cherry Coke similar in size to Vegeta's. Then they filed into the theater and took seats in the middle.
"Hey Eddie, if you're not the pilot then who is?"
"Oh, that would be Meowth"
"MEOWTH?" everyone shouted.
"Oh don't worry. He and I have an understanding. We like eachother."
The countdown for the fic started up and everyone settled down. The screen turned back then images appeared.
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Okay, that was just the take off. During the stories my MSTers will have their names inside and the story lines will be regular. Thank you. I will be back soon.
Aboard the super fast space ship called Vanity, an interdementional portal opened and with a thud, three people from it landed on the floor of the bridge.
"What is this!?" a decidedly irritated voice boomed.
"Chill out Vegeta" chimed a pink haired munchkin super genius named Washu.
"He's right. What the hell is this place?" Gene Starwind said, looking around suspiciously, with his hand at his gunbelt. Another woman, Kiyone of the GP, was in a similar position.
The steal door at the end of the room slowly began to lift, revealing small feet in five inch spiked pumps, tan, curvy lightly muscled calves, long slim thighs, an indecently short black leather skirt slicked over hips to die for. Then up where they could see that the skirt was low riding on the hips and revealed quite alot of midriff. Her top was big enough to cover the basics, but far from modest, and quite large tanned breasts spilled over the low sleaveless neckline. A hand was on her hip with the fingernails painted black and many onyx bracelets on her wrists. Her waistlength black hair was razor straight, and gleaming. The beautiful sun darkened face was quite striking against the black, with the lips painted a wet red, and slumberous ice blue eyes highlighted in in dark blue. No other makeup could be detected.
On another, paler person this would have looked decidedly gothic. But instead she was the picture of evil beauty. She made the two men sweat, and the other two women want to shoot her.
Washu tried to call her phantom keyboard but was unsuccessful.
"Sorry Washu," the woman's sultry voice purred, "You will have no use of your powers or...props aboard Vanity. I can't risk you destroying my _beautiful_, plush ship.
For the first time they noticed the bridges design. Large overstuffed black leather furniture that looked extremely comfortable. Abstract paintings, and three walls that looked like the night sky as seen from earth.
The other 'wall' of the room was a gigantic window that gazed out at the passing meteors, stars, and other ships.
"Please, sit down, make yourselved comfortable." she strolled over to a minibar. "Drinks anyone?"
"Bah! Woman, I want to know why you've brought us aboard this atrocious excuse for a ship" Vegeta made it a statement instead of a question.
The woman sighed theatrically. "Anyone else?"
"Actually, I could use a bit of hard liquor right about now" Gene said pitifully, sinking into a large chair.
"Me too" Washu said.
"Sorry Washu, I don't serve brandy to minors" the woman said with a ghost of a smile. She seemed amused, but unwilling to show it. "Kiyone?"
"No thank you" she said hostily.
The woman sighed exasperatedly. "Fine! Since you all seem hell bent on explanations, I will give them to you. Sit down." they did, on the couch, with the exception of Gene, who was already seated, and she handed him his drink, while downing hers in a gulp.
"My name is Evil Diva, but everyone calls me Eddie. I was asked by my boss to assemble a crew of the most hardheaded, least scarrable, um, _people_ that I could find for a mission. I chose you four based on your character types. You are all known to be hard and unfazable, and aren't very good at being good guys. Kiyone is here to help me keep you three in line.
"What's this mission we're here for?" Gene said, sipping his beverage.
"Yes, can you at least tell us that?" Vegeta said hostily. He looked like a pouting little kid with his arms crossed like that.
Eddie flipped her hair and crossed her legs. Ths subdued both men, but the women were still mad and curious. Eddie huffed.
"I suppose" She got up and walked to the controls. She looked out the gigantic window. "My boss, as I told you, sent me to get you all. I did and here you are. My space ship, Vanity, is crawling with insignificant servants to wait on you hand and foot. I hope that makes you feel more comfy. Alright, I guess I've kept you waiting long enough. Our mission is..."
"What?!" everyone yelled at the same time.
"To MST bad, very bad, fanfiction" she turned around to look at them.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Anything but that, ANYTHING" Washu cried.
"Lemons?" Kiyone asked tearfully.
"Yes, I'm afraid" Eddie said just as tearfully. Kiyone put her hands to her face and started to bawl as hard as Washu had begun to.
"Hey, that doesn't sound so bad" Gene said cheerfully.
"Oh yeah? What if they're about you? Or Melfina? What if we come across a bad lemon about you two?" Eddie said venomously, trying to comfort the two crying.
"What!!!!" He roared. "How dare anyone insult my Melfina like that!" He started shooting blindly, but of course the bullets were disabled immediately. When he calmed down, he went to the bar and chugged on a bottle of wine broodingly.
"Woman, I don't understand. MST? Fanfiction? Lemons? What do those words mean?" Vegeta questioned angrily.
"Vegeta, let me explain" Washu said. She had to get her mind off of stuff. She pulled down a whitboard that was magically provided and started writing formulas on it with a pink magic marker.
Five minutes in, everyone was snoring except Eddie. "Perhaps I should explain instead. We are going to go to my very plush theater, watch some really bad stories written by fans or possibly haters of anime. Some of them are about you guys, some aren't. You will watch the fanfiction, and make jokes, comments, etcetera about the terribleness of them. I must warn you that some people will refer to you and/or your mate in insulting and Out Of Charater terms. And in some you are even a, a, a WIMP!"
"WHAT!" His roar was louder than Gene's. "How dare they?! I am the prince of the Saya-jins! No one insults me! Is the first one about me?"
"No" a folder apeared in her hand. "The first one is Pokemon. I will let you go to your quarters. You will find everything you need there." Eddie snapped her fingers and four servants appeared. They were led to their rooms. "Oh, and you may want to know that the boss is going easy on you since it's your first time. Next time he won't. Ta ta!"
An hour later, they were led to a set of french doors where they waited. Soon Eddie was there. Here clothes made the women like her. Not like her other really, and they could tell that these were more comfortable. A black tank top and black windsuit pants.
"Okay guys" she said in a pep talk sort of voice. "I picked you because I knew you could handle everything about to be thrown at you. Don't disappoint me."
She opened the door to reveal a large empty movie theater. "Oh yeah, if you want snacks, they're over there" She pointed to a snack bar. Kiyone got Junior Mints and a Coke, and Washu a jumbo Popcorn and a ginger ale. Vegeta got one of everything and a supersized Surge. Gene got about six Hershey bars and a Cherry Coke similar in size to Vegeta's. Then they filed into the theater and took seats in the middle.
"Hey Eddie, if you're not the pilot then who is?"
"Oh, that would be Meowth"
"MEOWTH?" everyone shouted.
"Oh don't worry. He and I have an understanding. We like eachother."
The countdown for the fic started up and everyone settled down. The screen turned back then images appeared.
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Okay, that was just the take off. During the stories my MSTers will have their names inside and the story lines will be regular. Thank you. I will be back soon.