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Thunder Rider

The damn zoids had tried in the past to infiltrate human society with limited succes. They had at first been not much more than an annoyance to the populatinn, littering doorways with their inane propoganda and ludicrious claims of impending doom and a road to salvation. Many of the population had actually fallen for their bunk and several shuttles hand been chartered to visit their mothership orbiting Mars. It wasn't until the "zoids" unnatural appetite for human frontal lobe was discovered that "Agents" were recruited to deal with them succinctly.

Ash and Turner were first rate "zoid" hunters, each with over a hundred "retirements". They were good together. Turner had over the years saved Ash's butt a few times, and Ash, Turner's. Ash's hatred for the "zoids" was based on the loss of his entire family to the intergalactic brain munching cult. Never did he hesitate to "retire" a "zoid" on sight. It was a necessary trait as the "zoids" were fast and merciless.

His mind wandered between thoughts of Zera and his duty. What would happen if she found his apartment empty when and if she truly did come back? He couldn't think about this now, a clear mind and focus was needed when hunting "zoids". He found Turner to be waiting at the end of the airport arrival ramp. Turner was waving his cuttlass in the air and calling to him. Ash strapped his katana to his waist and went to meet his friend.

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Don't stop now people!

ballistic

I'm waiting for my go. I think it's back to Prisca.

ADubsFriend

All of a sudden, Ash watched in horror as two Jehovazoids grabbed Turner. They seems to appear out of nowhere!! Before Turner could even understand what happened to him he was stuffed into an automobile (4 door of course) and whisked away.

"Oh, please God....no!!!!" cried Ash. His plea was to no avail. He knew he was to pick up his assignment immediately. He also knew that they were never to abandon their assignment. That if a partner was lost, you went on. No attachments were supposed to develop. But, how do you just lose your partner, your friend? How do you walk away?

Meanwhile, Zara was on a jet heaing back to Colorado. She cried silently, pretending to read. Next to her was a nice middle aged man dressed in a modest suit. He noticed her tears and place his hand on her shoulder.

"My dear woman. I can see you are in anguish. I know pain and heartbreak. So many of us do. Do you ever wonder what the meaning of life is? Do you ever wonder why earth cannot be a paradise like it should be?"

Zara started talking with the man. He told her that when they landed she should come with him to a Hall where people just like her would love her and teach her how to cope with the evils and heartbreak of the world.

When they landed, Zara got in her car and followed the nice man to his Hall.

Prisca

The man pulled into a long driveway, alongside a large brick building. It looked modern enough, although the lack of windows and lack of detail gave it a foreboding presence. People were walking into it, mainly families and older people.

The man, who had introduced himself as "Jack", parked his BMW into the nearest available spot, and Zara parked beside him. Once they were inside the building, he started to introduce her to those curious enough to walk up to her. They seemed pretty friendly, and Zara started to relax, although still a little cautious of all this sudden attention by complete strangers.

An older woman asked her if she "studied".

"Yes, I study architecture at the Hollards School of Architecture, my uncle was a lecturer there."

The older woman laughed nervously.

"No, my dear, I meant study the Bible with us."

Zara was taken back. So this was some kind of recruitment drive Jack had led her to? Jack hadn't mentioned any religion or Bible stuff to her. Zara imagined he was talking about personal development classes, from the way he was talking about improving one's way of life for the better. Having a natural interest in philosophy, she was intrigued by what he was saying. But RELIGION???? The BIBLE????

Zara started to feel a little uncomfortable. Their meeting was about to start, and she didn't want to remain in there with these strange people for a moment longer.

"Jack," she said, "I'm afraid that I won't be able to stay for the meeting. I have to go back...to.... my office, I need to finish some things before Monday." It was a white lie, she didn't have to go to the office, but it was the first logical reason she could think of.

Jack looked a little disappointed, but put on a smile nontheless.

"Sure, no problem," he said warmly. "I have your number so I'll give you a call next week."

Zara instantly regretted giving out her phone number to a complete stranger, but he seemed so genuine - at the time.

"Ok, talk to you then."

Zara quickly walked out of the building, as the participants of the meeting started up singing a song together. The accompanying music seemed a bit odd, other-worldly. Must be a new alternative music group, she thought.

What she didn't notice, was a strange blue light glowing behind her.

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Good stuff Prisca! Come on folks, more, more, more!!

Tex, Dan, Balistic, ADF, Nosferatu, Mouthy, Mac, step up to the plate.

Flex those literary muscles!

Thunder

berten

>...What she didn't notice, was a strange blue light glowing behind her.

But as the blue glow expanded she became aware of a humming noise.That made her turn around

just in time to see the glow morphing into a rabbitt .A fluffy cute white one.

"I'm Jehover.Repent,repent!!! Armageddon is here!" it shouted.

"Is it not too late already to repent,when the big A. has arrived?" she asked.

"I changed the rules,otherwise no one would be left for my new little world !".("You got that right" she thought.)

"I can't believe you're Jehover" She said "But you do look cute,can I pet you?"

Jehover the rabbitt was a bit miffed that no one was taking him seriously,but he relented;

"Oh alright then,knock yourself out" and she stroked and petted Jehover who purred and turned into a little kitten.

"Your very cute,Jehover but I can't take you with me" Zara told Jehover the rabbitt-kitten.

Then an army sergeant suddenly popped up,"Right!" he said "This is getting too silly! Stop it!"

"Aren't you from Monty Python?" She asked the sergeant.

"Yes! And they better not know that I'm here,or they'll throw the book at me.

Now to get this story back on track.Where were we? Ah yes that blue light! Now get on with it!"

and he disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"I guess I'm out of here too" said Jehover and he was also off in a puff of smoke,a cute puff of smoke actually.

And there was that blue light again...

Sunnygal41

I just wanted you all to know how great you are!!!! This is so much fun and makes me proud to be free of the Jehovazoids!!! LOL! Keep it up guys, it's great!!!! I'm waiting!

Terri

Abaddon

Although it wasn't a million miles to Starbuck Island, it may as well have been. The island was slapbang in the middle of the Pacfic, in the imaginatively named 'Line Islands' (look at the map and appreciate the depths of literalism and utter lack of imagination that name holds), and was a good thousand miles away from the nearest place to it that anyone had ever heard of, Bora-Bora.

Its equatorial climate was some compensation for the isolation. Trent often thought that as he curled his toes in the fine white sand, a scant 200 yards from the Facility, when he went to watch the sun go down each day. It was his time alone, to reflect on what he was doing and of the sequence of events that had ended up with him being there.

Graduating from MIT at the age of 14 was some indiction of the potential that Trent had. He had rapidly found himself at the bleeding edge of biotechnology, his intuition into genetic interaction essentially enabling him to write his own paycheque.

And then project Diocide was started. Taking a cue from H.G. Wells' War of the Worlds, the aim had been to destroy the alien menace using the most insidious of weapons. A geneered organism, similar to a retrovirus, that twisted the manufacture of certain proteins to produce a prion which when carried by the unsuspecting body would cause other natural proteins it came in contact with to duplicate the prions shape. A target was incapacitated within minutes, and essentially died as their body dissolved over the next 12 hours.

The Jehovaoids and anyone carrying any Jehovaoids genes would be wiped out. The virus could be carried by all humans, but was harmless, as the protein that was attacked was unique to Jehovaoid phisiology. It would get them and make Earth a wasteland for any of their kind.

It was very close to being ready... all bar making the phone call to Washington and letting them know the latest tests had surpassed all expectations, and producing the virus in vast enough quantities to be sprayed from the wingtips of commercial airliners as they travelled the globe.

And he knew that the powers-that-be would take the weapon after it had saved Earth, and obliterate Jehovaoid life on their dying homeworld.

He made Oppenheimer look like Santa Claus.

He turned from his comtemplation of the sea, and walked back up to the group of low buildings, intending to get himself a bite to eat, when he saw Kuriko running up the path of crushed coral towards him. He could tell from her face that something was going very, very wrong...

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To all who have participated in creating this story,

I'd like to take what we have and see it to its end. If all are agreeable, I will expand on what there is and put together a short story. I promise to keep true to the ideas and characters you have all introduced.

If anyone wishes to add to the thread now that would be great as it will be the weekend before I have time to start putting it together.

Thanx to all for your input,

Thunder

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