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Lobo Baggins

"Vroom!"

"Shiff!"

"Skree!"

"- - Click - -"

"Blam!"

"KRONNKK!"

"Thud-thud-thud-THUD-THUD-THUD"

"Richt-cract"

"Ptoo!  Ptoo!  Ptoo!"

"Spdang!  Spdong! Slinkt!"

"Blam!"

"THUD!"

"Flap-flap-flap-flap-flap!"

"Splut!  Splut!  Splutta-splut!"

"Blam!"

"Flitter-flitter-flitter-SPLUTCH!"

"BOING!  BOING!  BOINNNNG!"

"- - Click - -"

"Blam!  FWOOSH!"

"BOING!  BOING!  BOIN-SQULCHHH!"

"WHIRR-clickerty-click-click-WHIRR-clickerty-click-click-WHIRR"

"KAZUNNK"

"Blattablattablattablatta!  Blattablattablattablatta!"

"Spling!  Splang!  Splong!  Slitch!  Splank!"

"- - Click - -"

"Blam!  KA-KOOM!"

"WHIRR-clunkerty-clunk-clunk-WHIRR-clackerty-clack-clack-WHIRR-whirr-whirr-dronk-ping!"

"CRASSHHHK!  Bling!  Blong!  Schwishh-schwishh-swishh! PLONK! Wibble-wibble-wibble-vwoing-vwoing-vwoing... blung!"

"Vroom!  Vroom!"

"THOKKA-THOKKA-THOKKA-THOKKA!"

"FREEML!  SKOMP!  SKOMP!  SKOMP!  SKREE!  FREEML!"

"KOOM-SKREE!"

"Budda-budda-budda!"

"Blam!  BA-ROOM!"

"BLANG!  Thrud!  Sch-sch-sch-reccchhht! SKREEEEEE!"

"BARROOOM!  Faroinggg-clinkhhh-schrech-bling!"

"CRISH-CRASH-CRUNK-BLANG-BLONG!"

"crinkle-rickle-tinkle"

"tinkle"

"KRUMP-KRUMP-KRUMP-KRUMP-KRUMP!"

"Va-voing!  Bzzzzzttt!"

"THOCH!"

"KRUMP!"

"Dredd to control.  Need a Med Wagon and a Clean Up Squad on Wally Wood Walkway."
The wages of sin are death, but the hours are good and the perks are fantastic.

Bolt-01

Sam Slade, Robo-Hunter.

In BEEP


"Sam..?"
"Hoagy, keep your head down and shut up-"
"But, Sam."
"Ay, Caramba! Hoagy does you not realise the danger you pot us een?"
"Stogie, you too."
"Ah, sorry, senor Slade, I was jost trying to..."
"Get me killed is what you're tryin' ta do, both a ya's just. Shut. Up"

BEEP

"Sam, what I-"
"Hoagy, if you don't shut the snut up right now, I swear I'm gonna EMP you into next week."
"But..."

BEEP

"Hoagy- that snutting droid has taken my best shot and is still standing- Kidd has just abandoned us so we need to keep quiet and out of sight till it moves away."
"Yup, but that's-"
"No, just shush, okay. I can get us out of here, but I need you to..."

BEEP

"Just."
"Stay."
"Quiet."

BEEP


"My phone is in the office- there is no way for me to call for back-up"
"Think, Sam... how can you get a message..."
"Yup, Sam I can help."
"Hoagy, how? I disabled your modem after that thing with the pizza delivery bot."

BEEP


"Hoagy..? Hoagy! Get back here behind this wall. If that droid sees you then we are all toast."
"Hoagy!"
"Senor, I don't think he can hear you now; he's too far away..."
"Snut it! Hoagy- you're gonna get us all killed."

BEEP

"Hey, Sam! Yup! The war-droids gone!"
"Then- what's beepin'?"
"That was Captain Kidd's phone, Yup! I saw him drop it when he ran away."

BEEP-

Beedle-Pa-PaBeedle!
Beedle-Pa-PaBeedle!
Beedle-Pa-PaBeedle!
Beedle-Pa-PaBeedle!

"Hi, this is Kidd- I'm probably busy tryin' to prove I'm really an adult somewhere despite lookin' like a toddler- so call me back later."

BEEEEEEEEP

"Sigh."

-MikeD-

Another one starring Sam Slade...



Sam 'n' Dickory.
------------------

"PHEEP! PHEEP! PHEEP! Wake up, Sam!"

"What the..? Holy Moses! Pipe down will ya, it can't be morning already?"

"You're not wrong Sam, I make it three thirty-six and fifteen seconds. Although I may be a little slow, on account of my ennui."

"Now I've heard it all! Hit the snooze button and don't disturb me again 'til lunchtime."

"Sure thing. But first...if you've got a moment..."

"Snooze!"

"Sorry, Sam. Sorry I disturbed you. Activating snooze mode..."

"..."

"That's right; go back to sleep, Sam. But if you're listening, I'd just like to say you've been a great owner, and it's been a pleasure to wake you up with a cup of piping hot espresso every morning."

"..."

"It's true, Sam. Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me going these long, lonely nights, is the comforting rattle of your uvula."

...

"But I'm afraid not even a sudden bout of your outrageous sleep-cussing could cheer me up now."

"..."

"I'm feeling down, Sam. I thought I might have a virus, but I ran a full diagnostic and it came back negative. I really can't see the point of anything any more. I mean, I've tried experimenting with different alarm tones. I've even been going off at random times during the day, just to annoy the neighbours, which was fun for a while, but I can't seem to shake this weight from my circuits. The nights are the worst. Counting down the hours and the minutes and the seconds and the milliseconds..."

"..."

"...and the microseconds and the nanoseconds..."

"..."

"So I've made up my mind, Sam. The next time I go into snooze mode I'm going to activate the factory reset. Don't try to talk me out of it, Sam. I know it's a little extreme, but I see no other way."

"..."

"Well thanks for listening, Sam. It felt nice to share my problems but my time is up. You're a good man, Sam. It's been a pleasure. I'm going now, Sam? Sam!? SAM!?"

"Holy Mother of... dammit, are you still winding me up, Dickory? I'm telling ya; shut yer synth hole an' snooze, I'm trying to sleep here!"

"Snooze mode activated. I...I just needed to say goodbye, Mr. Slade, and good night."

"..."

"PHEEP! PHEEP! PHEEP!"

"Aaargh! Not again!"

"I've changed my mind, Sam! I can see now it was just the oppressive darkness messing with my root level crypto-coding. I can't believe I forgot how much I enjoy waking you up; it makes the long nights worthwhile! And that early morning banter; music to my receptors! You're my hero, Sam. Who'd have thought the world's greatest robo-hunter was just as good at saving robots' lives as taking them? I know it's a little early, Sam, but would you like a nice hot cup of espresso? No? Oh, you're getting up. Well, an early start never did anyone any harm. Erm... maybe I can make myself useful and polish that gun. Eh, Sam..?"

-END-

Bad City Blue

Writer of SENTINEL, the best little indie out there

The Legendary Shark

 
Mine.
"Johnny..."


"Shhh."


"Johnny..."


"What?"


"I trod on something."


"So, wipe it off and keep moving."


"Nah, it make der noise."


"What, like 'squelch' or something?"


"Nah. Like 'click' or something."


"Sneck. Okay, don't move."


"Ja, you think?"


"Let's see... Hmmm."


"'Hmmm'? Vhat is 'hmmm'?"


"Keep your weight on it."


"Ja. I still vant to know vhat is 'hmmm'?"


"How thick are these boots?"


"If 'hmmm' is vhat I think it is, not thick enough."


"Hmmm."


"By der cucumbers – more 'hmmm'? Dis bad."


"Well, it ain't great, Big Fella."


"Land mine?"


"Right. Splinterbone MK IV looks like. Nasty."


"Maybe I jump clear?"


"No chance. I'll have to disarm it."


"You can do dis?"


"Hmmm."


"Whis goan oan back here?"


"You got a lectro-probe?"


"Whit ye jibberin' aboot?"


"I haff trodden on a hmmm."


"A whit?"


"Here, look at this."


Och. Hmmm."


"Vunderful. Another mit der 'hmmm' und no clue."


"You got a probe or not?"


"Hang oan – ehm, aye, here."


"Good. You'd better stand back."


"Vhat? Vhy stand back? You can do dis?"


"Hmmm."


"Okie, I'll be behind yon rock."


"Pfah. Some friend you are. Vhen dis is ofer, no ale for you."


"Ah'll live wi' it – operative word bein' live. An' be careful wi' me proab."


"To Hell mit your damned probe, I hope ve blow der end off."


"Keep still. I need to..."


"Vhat vas dat?"


"Sounded like an animal."


"Vhat kind?"


"Wulf, I'm kinda busy here, look it up on the glass-pad, take your mind off things."


"Ja, good idea..."


"Keep your foot still!"


"Okay, okay. No need for der shouting. Now, let's see... microphone on... record and compare..."


"Lift your heel a quarter inch... slowly... that's it... good. Hold it there."


"It is a blomweevie."


"Sounds harmless enough. Ah, good, I've found the inspection plate."


"Carnivorous feline hunter, it say here."


"Small?"


"Fourteen feet, nose to tail. Silicon teeth mit iron tips and poison."


"Solitary animals, I guess."


"Dey hunt in packs of up to fifty."


"Great. Best keep your blaster up, then."


"Dey sounding very close now, Johnny. You go. Leaf me."


"Not gonna happen. Besides, I'm nearly done."


"Here dey come!"


BLAM BLAM BLAM


"Dat put 'em off but dey'll soon be back."


"Where the sneck's Middenface?"


"Up der tree."


"Sorry, lads, I aint got a shot frae up here..."


"You are der useless Scottish lump!"


"Aye, an' yore aboot tae blow up, ya gret blond loon. Jest shut it an' shoot!"


BLAM BLAM BLAM


"Okay, got it. I've activated the detonation delay. Two seconds. Ready?"


"Ja."


"On three – step back and I'll throw it. One, two, three!"


BOOM


"Aah! Ye pair o' bam pots!"


"Look out! Der tree falling!"


"Right into the pack of... what were they called?"


" Blomweevies."


"Aaaaach! Helpmaboab!"


"Heh. Thought I'd lost you for a minute the there, Big Guy."


"Pah, no chance. Old Wulf vill liff forever."


"Let's hope so, Partner. Let's hope so."


"In der meantime, looks like Middenface could use der hand."



[move]~~~^~~~~~~~[/move]




The Legendary Shark

Dammit, correction time-limit breached so I'll have to re-post! Sorry about this.



Mine.
"Johnny..."

"Shhh."

"Johnny..."

"What?"

"I trod on something."

"So, wipe it off and keep moving."

"Nah, it make der noise."

"What, like 'squelch' or something?"

"Nah. Like 'click' or something."

"Sneck. Okay, don't move."

"Ja, you think?"

"Let's see... Hmmm."

"'Hmmm'? Vhat is 'hmmm'?"

"Keep your weight on it."

"Ja. I still vant to know vhat is 'hmmm'?"

"How thick are these boots?"

"If 'hmmm' is vhat I think it is, not thick enough."

"Hmmm."

"By der cucumbers – more 'hmmm'? Dis bad."

"Well, it ain't great, Big Fella."

"Land mine?"

"Right. Splinterbone MK IV looks like. Nasty."

"Maybe I jump clear?"

"No chance. I'll have to disarm it."

"You can do dis?"

"Hmmm."

"Whis goan oan back here?"

"You got a lectro-probe?"

"Whit ye jibberin' aboot?"

"I haff trodden on a hmmm."

"A whit?"

"Here, look at this."

"Och. Hmmm."

"Vunderful. Another mit der 'hmmm' und no clue."

"You got a probe or not?"

"Hang oan – ehm, aye, here."

"Good. You'd better stand back."

"Vhat? Vhy stand back? You can do dis?"

"Hmmm."

"Okie, I'll be behind yon rock."

"Pfah. Some friend you are. Vhen dis is ofer, no ale for you."

"Ah'll live wi' it – operative word bein' live. An' be careful wi' me proab."

"To Hell mit your damned probe, I hope ve blow der end off."

"Keep still. I need to..."

"Vhat vas dat?"

"Sounded like an animal."

"Vhat kind?"

"Wulf, I'm kinda busy here, look it up on the glass-pad, take your mind off things."

"Ja, good idea..."

"Keep your foot still!"

"Okay, okay. No need for der shouting. Now, let's see... microphone on... record and compare..."

"Lift your heel a quarter inch... slowly... that's it... good. Hold it there."

"It is a blomweevie."

"Sounds harmless enough. Ah, good, I've found the inspection plate."

"Carnivorous feline hunter, it say here."

"Small?"

"Fourteen feet, nose to tail. Silicon teeth mit iron tips and poison."

"Solitary animals, I guess."

"Dey hunt in packs of up to fifty."

"Great. Best keep your blaster up, then."

"Dey sounding very close now, Johnny. You go. Leaf me."

"Not gonna happen. Besides, I'm nearly done."

"Here dey come!"

BLAM BLAM BLAM

"Dat put 'em off but dey'll soon be back."

"Where the sneck's Middenface?"

"Up der tree."

"Sorry, lads, I aint got a shot frae up here..."

"You are der useless Scottish lump!"

"Aye, an' yore aboot tae blow up, ya gret blond loon. Jest shut it an' shoot!"

BLAM BLAM BLAM

"Okay, got it. I've activated the detonation delay. Two seconds. Ready?"

"Ja."

"On three – step back and I'll throw it. One, two, three!"

BOOM

"Aah! Ye pair o' bam pots!"

"Look out! Der tree falling!"

"Right into the pack of... what were they called?"

" Blomweevies."

"Aaaaach! Helpmaboab!"

"Heh. Thought I'd lost you for a minute there, Big Guy."

"Pah, no chance. Old Wulf vill liff forever."

"Let's hope so, Partner. Let's hope so."

"In der meantime, looks like Middenface could use der hand."
[move]~~~^~~~~~~~[/move]




Eamonn Clarke

Necklace of figs

"We're friends, Jones?"

"You don't want to be friends with me. You'll end up dead."

"Huh?"

"Brinna, dead. Ludy  lobotomised herself, as good as dead. Rodice, probably dead. Toby, dead. The gl-, the gr-, the whaissname is dead. And Toy, Toy is really dead. Beginning to see a pattern?"

"Not down to you. You did nothing."

"Oh, I've done things alright. I helped spread Ratwar. I learnt how to blind people with my thumbs. I've killed kids who were supposed to be terrorists. While I was out I nearly .......
Well, anyway, I lay awake at night thinking of the things I've done."

"You think to much, Jones. Always have. Simpler to just do. Get through day and just be."

"Thinking got me out here. Simpler if I'd not had those hoop dreams. Maybe should have become a drummer. Take all the worry out of life. Just listen to that constant beating in the brain and follow in line with all the others."

"Crazy talk."

"Is it? Don't know about that. What are we doing out here anyway?"

"Looking for sniper. Wait for muzzle flash. Call it in. Orbital platform takes her out. Sniper dead. We go back to base."

"Just like that, another life gone."

"Not friend though. Enemy"

"What if we didn't?"

"What?"

"Say we didn't play the war game. How many has this sniper killed anyway?"

"None. Just flash, then near miss shot, we take cover. She moves. Repeat."

"See. Maybe she doesn't want to play either. So we call in a random coordinate. Bang, and everyone gets to go home this once. Game over. Nil nil draw."

"OK, Jones. There, it's done. We go."

"Slappy. Good game. And no one lost their life."

"You're strange, Jones. Like me, but you care about life."

"That's the funny thing about life, it's not a word, it's a sentence."

Lobo Baggins

I probably ought to give mine separate titles, so...

Audio Transcript (No Visual)

for the first one, and....

SFX

for the second.
The wages of sin are death, but the hours are good and the perks are fantastic.

NapalmKev

A Necessary Judgement.


"How's it doing?"

"He's just had his 7th heart attack, we're doing what we can. You don't intend to follow through on the cavity search, do you?"

"No, I never did. The creature seemed timid, it was just a gentle nudge to see if I could gain any information. It Teleported into my City and is associated with a known criminal... What is it anyway? Female, I'm guessing?"

"We're pretty sure it's a Male, Dredd. And all we can get from him is 'Where's Mr Johnnie?' before he goes into sheer unfettered panic and has an attack... He's currently stable, maybe if you told him you aren't going to violate him we can stop him from dying and ask questions."

"Fair enough, patch me through... - MR GRONK, CAN YOU HEAR ME... - WHAT THE DROKK! WHY IS IT SO LOUD?"

"Oh no, it's Hims! My goodnesses, please don't hurts me!"

"SORRY, DREDD; TECHNICAL DIFFICulty's... Right, try again."

"It's too late, Mullet. I think he's going Critical... Seal the lab!"

"Oh my poor Heartses... ses... ses... ses..." phwipp!

"He's gone, Dredd. And the Tech's that were with him, four in total! No damage, maybe..."

"Cut the Stomm, Mullet! Find out were the DROKK they've gone, Now!"

"Lab's sealed, Sir. We're stuck in this room until 'Clean-up' comes through... 24 Hours at least, to be sure we're not carrying anything."

"Hmmph!"
"Where once you fought to stop the trap from closing...Now you lay the bait!"

Bad City Blue

Writer of SENTINEL, the best little indie out there