Ariennye - No, I spelt it right. *Shows a dictionary* See? It's... right! *Slams the book closed when you lean in to look, then runs off* I'm eeevil!
Ah, er, hm.. Just expect more random randomness. All I can say.
--
The whole group was still running a few hours later. Spock hadn't once gotten out breath. Niether had Jones, he looked like he was running from a rampaging mule. Or worse. The rest of them were out of breath, though. McCoy panted alongside Jones.
"How- do you - do this - so - much?" He gasped out. "Good grief - I'm starting - to sound - like Jim!"
Spock was just in front of McCoy, and heard McCoy's question. "Doctor, I believe that Ensign Jones has gotten to the point where he does not become worn out easily through conditioning, something which it appears that you could use."
"What - is that - supposed - to mean?!"
"It is 'supposed to mean' that you appear to be out of shape."
"Did you - just - insult - me?!"
"Doctor, it would not be advisable for you to keep talking. You will conserve your strength better if you don't." During this brief interlude, Spock and McCoy had fallen a little behind. With that, Spock, however, easily regained the lead. McCoy tried to catch up, but couldn't, and ended up next to Jones again. McCoy asked Jones again how he had gotten so conditioned - with all his injuries, he never had time to work out in the gym. But McCoy got the same answer - from Jones, anyway. Spock chose not to intervene again.
McCoy scowled. "Damnit - I'm a - doctor - not a - marathon - runner!"
All the while, however, Boomy had been pacing the group. More like floating above them, since he was, after all, just a disembodied voice. But he had gotten bored after all their running, and decided to make conversation with Spock.
"So, you're a half Vulcan, eh?"
Spock nodded.
"How's that working for you?"
Spock looked as confused as he ever does - that is, not at all - for a moment, then answered. "I do not understand your termiology."
There was a booming sigh. "How's life treating you?"
"Since life is not a living entity, at all sentient, life cannot - "
"Oh, you're impossible!" Boomy boomed, and floated back to McCoy. "How do you put up with him?"
"I - don't!" McCoy gasped out.
Delivered by that announcement was a moment of silence, then Boomy responded. "Y'know, Spock's right, though. You really need some conditioning." And delivered by that remark was a murderous doctor. Who knew.
Boomy got bored by McCoy, and moved over to Wedge and Jaeih. "So, you guys are in the guide business?"
"You're getting paid?!" Wedge cried out. For the 20th time in the past, well, 20 minutes.
Bolam decided to answer for him. "Yes, in our free time, which we haven't been getting much of. They've recently gotten more interested in us, apparently, or at least our RPG, so we've been getting less then normal."
"But we did have that big vacation. How long was that? Four, five weeks?"
Bolam nodded. "Something around there, yeah. So we've been putting togethor some extra cash."
"You're getting paid?!"
"At least, I've been putting some extra cash togethor. He, apparently, isn't getting paid."
"I still can't believe you're getting paid..." Wedge mumbled.
"Wedge?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up!"
Boomy slowly floated away from them. They were... odd. He mosied on over to Sulu and Chekov, who were having what appeared to be a sane conversation. He doubted it, since he knew me, but that's what it looked like.
"Am I ze only von who's noticed zat zere is no train anymore?"
"No, Pav. I noticed it a long time ago, and brought it up with Mr. Spock. Apparently, he noticed it as soon as it disappeared, but decided to stay with us because if we got lost, no one would be able to find us, mystical booming voice or not. Personally, I agree."
"Yes, but, vhy are ve still running?"
"You want to try and tell that to Jones?"
"Touche."
"Man, you guys are boring!" Boomy growled. Boomingly, of course. So he floated around, looking for someone new to talk to. He eventually made his way back to Bolam and Wedge.
"Y'know, it's kinda your job to keep these people from getting lost."
Wedge wasn't in a good mood. He was kinda gloomy. "No, it's not. People who have jobs get paid!!"
Bolam shook her head as she ran next to him. "I guess it is kinda my job..."
"You're right it is!" Boomy said. "Now go ease my boredom - er, halt this mad dash!"
"You're right!" Jaeih ran up to the front of the mob. Well, tried. Spock was still ahead of her. "Er, Spock?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Could you kinda... slow down? I have an announcement to make, and I want to be in front to do it."
"Of course, Captain."
"Thank you." Jaeih ran ahead of him, then began running backwards. She rose her voice. "If I could have your attention?" Normally, that doesn't get people attention. This time was no exception. "Excuse me!" Nothing. "Excuse me!!" Nadda. "EXCUSE ME!" A few heads turned. "EXCUSE ME!!!!" That did the trick. For all of them except Jones. He kept running, and Jaeih stuck out her foot to trip him. McCoy lunged.
"No, don't do that you'll - "
Jones squealed. "OW! MY ANKLE!"
McCoy hung his head in defeat. "Twist his ankle."
Jaeih scowled. "Well, soooorrrry!"
McCoy shot Jones with a hypo to ease the pain. "Alright, Jones, you should know the routine by now."
"Yeah, yeah... limp, get sympathy..."
McCoy looked over his shoulder at the others. "He never mentioned anything about getting sympathy before."
Boomy laughed. "Yes! This is what I want! Bolam, if I ever need a guide, you're hired!"
"We only do the lands of the plotless. Dangerous lands."
"We?! You're the one getting paid!!" Wedge growled.
"And you're the one following my orders."
"Hmph. Have to bring rank into it, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Y'know, it's an unwritten law that you can only pull rank if it's appropriate." Boomy voiced. Er, boomed. Er... whatever!
"Where'd you hear that?"
"I dunno. I think I read it somewhere."
--
Well, I made some plot progression. They aren't running anymore. And Jones won't be causing any more mad dashes, with his ankle the way it is. Well, actually, being Jones, he probably will. I really can't tell what's going to happen 5 sentences from now. A lot of it comes from reviews, actually...
Ah, er, hm.. Just expect more random randomness. All I can say.
--
The whole group was still running a few hours later. Spock hadn't once gotten out breath. Niether had Jones, he looked like he was running from a rampaging mule. Or worse. The rest of them were out of breath, though. McCoy panted alongside Jones.
"How- do you - do this - so - much?" He gasped out. "Good grief - I'm starting - to sound - like Jim!"
Spock was just in front of McCoy, and heard McCoy's question. "Doctor, I believe that Ensign Jones has gotten to the point where he does not become worn out easily through conditioning, something which it appears that you could use."
"What - is that - supposed - to mean?!"
"It is 'supposed to mean' that you appear to be out of shape."
"Did you - just - insult - me?!"
"Doctor, it would not be advisable for you to keep talking. You will conserve your strength better if you don't." During this brief interlude, Spock and McCoy had fallen a little behind. With that, Spock, however, easily regained the lead. McCoy tried to catch up, but couldn't, and ended up next to Jones again. McCoy asked Jones again how he had gotten so conditioned - with all his injuries, he never had time to work out in the gym. But McCoy got the same answer - from Jones, anyway. Spock chose not to intervene again.
McCoy scowled. "Damnit - I'm a - doctor - not a - marathon - runner!"
All the while, however, Boomy had been pacing the group. More like floating above them, since he was, after all, just a disembodied voice. But he had gotten bored after all their running, and decided to make conversation with Spock.
"So, you're a half Vulcan, eh?"
Spock nodded.
"How's that working for you?"
Spock looked as confused as he ever does - that is, not at all - for a moment, then answered. "I do not understand your termiology."
There was a booming sigh. "How's life treating you?"
"Since life is not a living entity, at all sentient, life cannot - "
"Oh, you're impossible!" Boomy boomed, and floated back to McCoy. "How do you put up with him?"
"I - don't!" McCoy gasped out.
Delivered by that announcement was a moment of silence, then Boomy responded. "Y'know, Spock's right, though. You really need some conditioning." And delivered by that remark was a murderous doctor. Who knew.
Boomy got bored by McCoy, and moved over to Wedge and Jaeih. "So, you guys are in the guide business?"
"You're getting paid?!" Wedge cried out. For the 20th time in the past, well, 20 minutes.
Bolam decided to answer for him. "Yes, in our free time, which we haven't been getting much of. They've recently gotten more interested in us, apparently, or at least our RPG, so we've been getting less then normal."
"But we did have that big vacation. How long was that? Four, five weeks?"
Bolam nodded. "Something around there, yeah. So we've been putting togethor some extra cash."
"You're getting paid?!"
"At least, I've been putting some extra cash togethor. He, apparently, isn't getting paid."
"I still can't believe you're getting paid..." Wedge mumbled.
"Wedge?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up!"
Boomy slowly floated away from them. They were... odd. He mosied on over to Sulu and Chekov, who were having what appeared to be a sane conversation. He doubted it, since he knew me, but that's what it looked like.
"Am I ze only von who's noticed zat zere is no train anymore?"
"No, Pav. I noticed it a long time ago, and brought it up with Mr. Spock. Apparently, he noticed it as soon as it disappeared, but decided to stay with us because if we got lost, no one would be able to find us, mystical booming voice or not. Personally, I agree."
"Yes, but, vhy are ve still running?"
"You want to try and tell that to Jones?"
"Touche."
"Man, you guys are boring!" Boomy growled. Boomingly, of course. So he floated around, looking for someone new to talk to. He eventually made his way back to Bolam and Wedge.
"Y'know, it's kinda your job to keep these people from getting lost."
Wedge wasn't in a good mood. He was kinda gloomy. "No, it's not. People who have jobs get paid!!"
Bolam shook her head as she ran next to him. "I guess it is kinda my job..."
"You're right it is!" Boomy said. "Now go ease my boredom - er, halt this mad dash!"
"You're right!" Jaeih ran up to the front of the mob. Well, tried. Spock was still ahead of her. "Er, Spock?"
"Yes, Captain?"
"Could you kinda... slow down? I have an announcement to make, and I want to be in front to do it."
"Of course, Captain."
"Thank you." Jaeih ran ahead of him, then began running backwards. She rose her voice. "If I could have your attention?" Normally, that doesn't get people attention. This time was no exception. "Excuse me!" Nothing. "Excuse me!!" Nadda. "EXCUSE ME!" A few heads turned. "EXCUSE ME!!!!" That did the trick. For all of them except Jones. He kept running, and Jaeih stuck out her foot to trip him. McCoy lunged.
"No, don't do that you'll - "
Jones squealed. "OW! MY ANKLE!"
McCoy hung his head in defeat. "Twist his ankle."
Jaeih scowled. "Well, soooorrrry!"
McCoy shot Jones with a hypo to ease the pain. "Alright, Jones, you should know the routine by now."
"Yeah, yeah... limp, get sympathy..."
McCoy looked over his shoulder at the others. "He never mentioned anything about getting sympathy before."
Boomy laughed. "Yes! This is what I want! Bolam, if I ever need a guide, you're hired!"
"We only do the lands of the plotless. Dangerous lands."
"We?! You're the one getting paid!!" Wedge growled.
"And you're the one following my orders."
"Hmph. Have to bring rank into it, don't you?"
"Of course."
"Y'know, it's an unwritten law that you can only pull rank if it's appropriate." Boomy voiced. Er, boomed. Er... whatever!
"Where'd you hear that?"
"I dunno. I think I read it somewhere."
--
Well, I made some plot progression. They aren't running anymore. And Jones won't be causing any more mad dashes, with his ankle the way it is. Well, actually, being Jones, he probably will. I really can't tell what's going to happen 5 sentences from now. A lot of it comes from reviews, actually...