2004-09-04 UR Infiltration

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UR Infiltration

Summary: A status report brings Zim to the UR

Who: Renamon, Sabin, Zim
When: September 4th, 2004
Where: Metropolis

The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

Questions should be directed to staff.

The Usual Restaurant (Listener)

You walk into a well lighted room, it's high ceilings lit by dozens of fluorescent lamps hanging from the ceiling. To the south and west are windows, which you would normally expect to see the outside world from, but looking out of them, you see only a misty gray haze. On the walls to the north and the east of the inn are an eclectic collection of paintings, photographs and even holographs of many cheap 1970's to 1980's B-movies. The bar on the east side is made out of hardwood, it's surface polished and shiny. Behind the bar, the various beverages that are served here are kept in relatively neat containers on wooden shelves. There is a large stage in one of the corners of the restaurant with a impressive sound system and a few microphones strung about it. Multiple round wood tables are in this room, near the north wall, is a double swing door that leads to the kitchen. On the east wall is a door leading to the UR's dance club and on the west one leading to the Gym. To the south, is the exit to the outside. A recent addition to the UR is a large fireplace against the west wall, it matches well to the rest of the restaurant and looks like it should have been there all along.

Zim pushes the door open quietly and peeks his head in to look around. Seemingly not being seen he ducks inside the door. Instantly long spider like legs retract from the PAK attached to his back and quickly the Irken Invader scurries up the wall and into the darkness of the rafters. Peering around from his perch he grins wickedly as he watches the room...

Renamon's ears perk, and happens to be IN the rafters, as Zim scurries up into what she sees as her Territory

Zim's spiders legs retreat into his PAK and another one extends, bending over his head with a communicator attached at the end of it. Quietly he says into the device, "Continuing log... My Tallest, I have infiltrated a local establishment... I am now going to study the FILTHY locals before deciding on an appropriate disguise to continue my mission on this... 'other' Earth." The communicator recoils into his PAK and the alien glaces around the room hastely looking for subjects to study...

Renamon asks, "You're one to talk. Have you had a whiff of yourself?"

Sabin snerks awake from his nap at the bar "Eh? Wha?"

Zim is caught so completly off guard by the sudden voice he slips backwards from the rafter he'd perched in and yells in surprise before his PAK uses it's legs to catch ahold of the beam and pull him back to his feet. Suddenly a strage form of helmet emerges from the PAK covering his huge red eyes and forming into a pair of night vision goggles. Locking onto Renamon's form, the Irken growls, "How DARE you insult a member of the Irken Ellite?? Calling ME filthy! HOW DARE YOU, YOU... you... FILTHY... What are you anyways?"

Renamon chuckles and turns to Sabin. "You have GOT to see this."

Sabin blinks, looking sleepily up from his paper that was serving as his night mask "... Wazzat?"

Zim eeeeeeep's glancing down at Sabin. Straining to see with his goggles he sweatdrops, "NO!!! My mission has been comprimised!" Pulling up his left hand sleave he reveals a large button embedded into his arm labled in bold letters, [SELF DISTRUCT]. "DON'T MAKE ME USE THIS!!!"

Renamon says, "I can't be sure...." she sweatdrops. "But I think it's an alien on crack."

All six of the frantic alien's insect legs suddenly come flying out of his PAK, each armed with a plasma disrupter aimed at Renamon, "WHO TOLD YOU I WAS AN ALIEN??? ANSWER MEEEEEE!!!"

Renamon says, "The green skin is kind of a giveaway...."

Renamon says, "Not to mention the bug eyes, the antennae, the general insectoid boyd, and the fact that you're not of my species"

Zim's robotic insect legs suddenly retract and he peers down at his hands. "Oh... good point... I need to work on that..." His goggles also retract into his PAK and the red eyed alien points dramaticly at the Digimon. "JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!!!! ...your bound to be covered in FILTHY germs... this place is probably CRAWLING with GERMS!!!!" Shudders. "I already feel icky..."

Renamon says, ".....Sabin, forget the crack. This guy's on PCP"

Sabin shrugs "Ehh, get the kid a drink, 'n quit callin' him names. bad fer business."

Renamon chuckles and teleports from sight, reappearing behind the bar

Zim blinks in the directon of Renamon as she vanishes. Ducking down close to the edge of the rafter he glares down at Sabin, "...a drink? What is that? Some kinda code for a neural toxin to subdue me?? DO YOU REALLY THINK I'M SO FEEBLE MINDED, HUMAN?" Blinkblinks at the man's artificial eye, "Or mostly human... WHATEVER YOU ARE!!"

Renamon says, "......"

Sabin sweatbeads. Hmmm, no caffeine for this one. He sets a Sprite down before the buggy eyes alien "I'ma put this down in front of you..." He says cautiously... this' a live one.

Zim decends downwards slowly using his PAK's legs to lower himself down. Glancing around the bar nervously he gets up close to the sprite and smells it. Out of the PAK comes bizare looking equipment for analising the beverage and a lens folds up and around Zim's eye to give a read out of the data. Satisfied with the results all the equipment conceals itslef away again and the alien takes a sip from the drink while watching Sabin closely. "Thank you.... you shall be spared for your hospitality when my plans come to pass for this world. You may call me Zim. By what name do you call yourself?"

Sabin says, "err Name's Sabin there, uh... Zim. Nice t'meetcha." he says, offering a handshake... please don't let this be offensive to his people.

Zim stares at the offered hand and decides to shake it with one of his PAK's legs so as not to sit down the beverage in his hands. "Yes, it is good to make an aquaintence. This is a fine establisment you have here... may I ask you a question? How well do you feel this world would defend its against an alien armada?"

Renamon snickers at that question

Sabin sweatbeads, shaking the err... claw. "I think it'd hold its own, t'tell ya th'truth kid"

Renamon says, "And then some"

Zim sets the drink on the bar and rubs his chin, holding his elbow with his other hand. "Hmmmm.... but still, without Dib this should be an easy conquest. All I need to do is formulate a plan for..." Trailing off he glances up and sweatdrops, "Excuse me, I seem to be rambling. Are there any weaknesses in your planet's deffenses I should be aware of?"

Renamon says, "Not particularly. In fact this Earth is far more interesting than my own version....to an extent."

Sabin says, "Kid's right."

Zim blinks at Renamon, "Excuse me? In your version? You say that like you've traveled from one parallel world to another before.. Are you also an Invader? DO YOU WORK FOR TAK?"

Renamon says, "........." She leans over to Sabin.

Renamon mumbles, "... ... nobody's ... him ... ... ... and the ... ... ... ... ... Earths out there?" to Sabin.

Sabin shrugs to Renamon

Zim quickly finishes off the soda and places it on the bar, "Well.... thank you for your hospitality. Your responses have been quite... educational... BUT NOW I MUST BE OFF!!! I have much work to do before the invasion BEGINS!!!!" Coughs suddenly, "Wait, I've just exposed myself..." Nervously looks back at Renamon and sweatdrops, "Uh... this was all just a dream! A horrible horrible dream!! I was never here!!" With each sentence he steps closer and closer to the door. "Yes, well.. being a dream and all I'm off! ...and you never met me!"

Renamon snickers, and then bursts into all out laughter. This may be the funniest day she's had since she got here

Zim glares at the laughter and runs out the door before anything else can go wrong...

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