NationStates Jolt Archive

The Techon’s Pride flew at a steady pace, everything was fine and dandy. One thing was different there was a party on board.

Inside all over the red siren lights went off, as effects while music blared. People danced, mechanics, soldiers, and officers. Women and Men. It was one big crazy fest, the latest high tech surround sound system blared the music at an amazingly high level. The lights blared off to give the ship some spice. It was loudest in the hangars, where the mechanics partied the most.

In the bridge while techs danced on the counters and stuff Commander Jeff Jorsqe sat in his chair wondering what the hell happened to all of them, they had just made the final repairs, the ship was able to be used in battle nowadays, they were heading for East Napulur to help in the attack. He rubbed his forehead, the only good thing from the party is the wine he thought.

They were in hyperspace so the light from outside added to the effect, little did they know the trouble that party would cause.
The ship exited hyperspace, and a giant hand reached up and grabbed it.
“What the hell?” Jorsqe asked looking out the window.
No one else noticed it.
“Aw crap,” Jorsqe said, and then the ship rocked…a lot.
The next thing they knew the ship was torn in two much like a paper airplane.
Then they started to wake up…

[OOC: Alright join in as a crewmember, or you can wait till later to join as someone else, you will know when trust me on that one.]

Alfred shot up. He was far from his home of Apple Hill. Wanting adventure, he had joined up with a foreign Air Force. The King of Apple Hill welcomed this, as military training was something that the fledgling government of Apple Hill was not ready to provide. In the future, he may be a high ranking military leader in Apple Hill, if he played his cards right and didn't get himself killed. Now he was in a fix and fear filled his body.

Jorsqe looked around from his seat all the techs were on the floor then one got up
"Glad to see your ok sir," The tech said.
"Yeah," Jorsqe said.
"Good thing you wore your seat belt," The tech said.
"You know the hole the pie goes in," Jorsqe asked
"Yeah, the pie hole?" The tech asked
"Yeah shut it," Jorsqe said, "In the meantime get everyone awake."

Alfred goes around waking his comrades up. After this he reports back to his commander for further duties.

DER DER DER A pepsi ship appears.

"Hey dere men, is dat dere a ship that is turn in herf dere is it," said Weslemagne, ruler of WESS IS THE KING, Pimpshire hell, THE MAAGS, and joint chief of East Napulur.
"Yerp, dat dere is," said #2, (nobody except Wess the great gets a name)
"What dere ye says to we askin if dey be needn summa da help dere," said Weslemagne, in deep thought about what voice he should use next. #2 suggests Aussie.
"Ows abouts we do," said #3.
"Aigh," said Weslemagne. So he phoned the ship.
"Aye mayt," then Weslemagne switched to common dialect," do yer need sumn help on dat dere ship o urs, we got a might many mech-mechaa-meccccchhananics on board o dis ere vessel."

Weslemagne then sat there for a while, waiting on his manicurist.

Commander Jorsqe picked up the radio. "Yes please come on aboard send as many mechanics as you can."
he looked at Alfred "Go and greet them."

"WOOOO dawggy, we gonna fix dere shi ip we gonna fix dere shi ip," Whooped Weslemagne in ecstasy at his good deed, " I r gonna send...ummmm.....40 mechanics, and THE BIG ONE...WELDER THING."

(Where is my goddamn manicurist)

"Roger that," Jorsqe said then ended communication he looked at Alfred. "Go greet them."

"Doo doo doo, gertn me naiws fixed, what, o ya, so..... Yerp," said Weslemagne because his manicurist finally arrived.

Back on the ship, the mechanics and giant welder arrive. "So howdy dere techonanians, or what are yee, o well, what exactly ya want us to fix on dis ere vessel o yurs," Mechanic #1 said. He talks for most of the mechanics, because Weslemagne shoots people with flare guns for saying anything stupid. "I sees dat dere is a lil rust on dat dere, HOLY SHI*, ur owe dam ding r turn in two, mechanics 1 trew 37 will gert ter werk on dat dere turn in herfness dere, da rest will go gert sommore sooplies.

The Techonians hurried to the doors surrounding the area with Wess is the King's men, and locked the doors, and labbelling that area unsafe, also they put on the backs of all the men...
'I'm with stupid!' with an arrow pointing at their head.

THREE DAYS LATER!
Mechanic #2 walks up to Captain Jones," BOOOO, hahahaha. Dat wer a doodun. Welp we got dis ere ship o urs all stichereded up on da outside. Sabouts 20 or so or da mechanics got dead, most o em got in da way o da BIG ONE....welder ting dar. Doos ja want us ta do ne sphing elrse for ya, like fixn en up o dee inside ere."

"Yes that would be appreciated," Jones said.

"OoOOOtay. Dat dere gun o urs dere will be a herd ting da fixn dere. We's gerna try our berst," said Mechanic #2.

ANNOUNCEMENT: There is a new Weslemagne, the original was shot by a gigantic, muscular, genious, shipmate. He is now the new Weslemagne.