Outrage At Colonia : A Livewire interactive thread by Gan Romero

Chapter 1:
Using materials 'liberated' from the very people who had backed the initial campaign for the casket bearing the remains of those responsible for the 2016 campaign to elect a long dead candidate in an obscure election to become emperor of the galaxy,before,it was hoped,being advanced to the prestigious title
of Lord High Muckymuck Of All Known Galaxies {LHMOAKG],on a far away backwater of a dustball on the fringes of A RATHER PRETTY IF SOMEWHAT INCONSEQUENTIAL SPIRAL GALAXY lost amongst the splendours of the deep and vasty darkness which enveloped it, the Trump 2016 MAGBA 776 HZ-K 32 finally slipped into it's mooring after it's long journey through the heavens,several centuries late and with the dessicated reputation, hopes and dreams of it's tow haired orange hero firmly in tatters..
The honour guard, or at least those not smart enough to have jumped ship at the earliest opportunity, had long since shrivelled into dust, although their curious plaid uniforms still survived, together with it's cargo of garish red promotional hats , super-expensive biro's (none of which worked due to the longevity of the voyage and the laws of physics ) but which nonetheless retained a certain friable charm; bronzed and swarowski crystal spattered covfefe stands, copies of the collected poetical works rescued from the remainders bin, long since out of copyright,.discount stickers still attatched and rubber stamped with the authors initials.
 
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Faye Canoes put aside her data-slate, inventory completed,and sighed.deeply.
Reflecting upon the curious circumstances that had lead to her being crew member designate on duty at the time of arrival, she could not help but reflect that
no one would believe such a preposterous tale of pomposity and gall displayed in the log of their journey's meanderings, let alone the feats of technical guile, ability, and, there was really no other word for it that she could think of but sorcery, required to bring about this aberration of temporal translocation.
And yet,here they were.
The orange loon had insisted that this was the cargo that the culture starved denizens of the core would be so desperately in need of when they arrived .
 
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Her flexed finger.

'George,ready pad 14 and prep for departure, please.'
The low rumble of gears and rattling linkages groaning slowly into life was her only answer and she felt the deck plates tremble slightly through the soles of her Airweight 90's. While she waited for the cycle to complete, she flicked through the crew-roster, scanning the comprehensive list, matching skills and attributes to avatars, diving deeper in her search for who she thought would be the best candidates for the roles neccessary in the coming weeks.
She looked up from her work to be confronted by a battery of amber lights, blinking furiously.
 
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Outrage At Colonia: A Gan Romero Livewire.

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She leaned into the intercomm and depressed the button connecting her to the rest of the ship, her voice echoing through the companionways,hatches,
and holds.

'Greetings,commanders, on behalf of Orange Loon Madcap Enterprises, welcome to Colonia.
Although we have arrived at our destination a little later than expected, we shall be laying over here for a few days to take on stores and fuel but our departure schedule remains unchanged. Should you wish to continue you journey with us please contact the purser for further details.
Passengers wishing to remain onboard may contact the Steward for details of trips and events currently available in the region.
The beluga tour bus departs every morning at 9.37 ship time and a small-ship charter service is available.
We wish you a pleasant stay.

Pilots are advised to contact flight control before disembarking.
2016 TRUMP MAGBA 779 and Brewer Corporation cannot be held liable for any damage or loss of life that may occur.
That is all.'
 
'To celebrate our arrival in Colonia, the Orange Loon invites the newly thawed to a crew meet and mingle in the Starlight Karaoke Bar on Deck 4 Taupe
11 o'clock onward.Fancy Dress Optional.The official 'Welcome Colonia Ball' is scheduled for Friday and invitations have been despatched. In addition, first thaws will be issued with 10 additional invitations to use as they see fit.We hope to see you there.
That is all'
 
Boots on the table,Hugh Brisket rocked gently backward in his chair and examined his nails thoughtfully.
He could envision the shtstorm that would occur when it became known that they were running short of bronzing.The Loon tended to perspire quite copiously under lights, and required sizeable amounts to maintain what his media team assured him was the right amount to ensure that no leakage was visible and there was no danger of his saurian bone structure leaching through.
Several threeps back, they had picked up a marooned Tleilaxu Face-dancer, stranded between dimensions, to coach him in the art of grimace and posture,but even they had been unable to provoke much expression beyond that of a glum toad.The tantrums, the drama, the screaming, all of it lay in the beyond hinterland.
He made adjustments to the inventory in his personal storage, then checked the internal auctions and offers board.
It was time to reach out to a few commanders.
 
Tactical Officer Pu Chi took one look at the display and threw up.
'Oh gods.I'm off to birthing.'
She rubbed her back gently, straightening up.
'See you in,well,whenever' she called gaily over her shoulder as,with a cheery wave, she waddled off down the companionway.
 
Mrs Loon,clad only in plaid hotpants and a boustiere of mammoth proportion examined herself once again.
'Diss dam speech! VVhat is vvrong vvith it'
'Oh,mother',Vivii sneered ' 'you just dont get it.Nobody takes any notice of the trophy wife.They only listen out of politeness.'
'Yes,but vvhat does it all mean?'
Thir conversation was interrputed by a gentle tapping on the door,and head of duck security Richardson peeps through.
'I'm sorry ladies, we have a code violet on deck 4.Im going to ask you to remain in your suite, whilst we ascertain the exact nature of the threat.
Richardson' head disappeared and the door closed, followed by the soft soughing of neumatic bolts sliding into lace.
 
'Tell me you ain't disrespectin no clowns.'
Velma Darling slammed him back on the bulkhead, face contorted with rage, lips snarling around the chewed up stump of a mollusigar,single eye fixing him with a polyphemic glare.
She felt a tap on her shoulder, head whipping round to find herself staring at a large pair of knees.The mollusigar dropped from her gaping jaw as she looked up into the face that towered above her.
'Now might be a good time to leave,' Hollow Fur Knees stood and hustled the party swiftly towards the door, side arm aimed squarely at the squirming figure in the grip of the green skinned security guards,snapped her fingers and motioned them forward.
The small party moved swiftly towards their cabin on Deck Three, pausing only at intersections,occasionaly mingling with the flow of revellers heading to the ballroom for the evening festivities.
Finally arrived at their cabin,they thrust the exhausted form into a waiting chair and tore the bag from his head.
He sat blinking,adjusting to the light and when his vision cleared he found hinself sqinting myopicaly into the face of an Amazonian.
The huge eye peering at him withdrew slightly but the scrutiny continued.
At last she spoke, her voice mellifluos and piping.
'So,Merrick, this is what you look like.'
She reached out,her slender fingers gripping one corner of the tape covering his mouth, and gently tugged it loose.
His head lolled forward and a thin sliver of drool began to form on his lower lip.
With an effort, he sucked in a breath and slobbered something that might have had meaning from a normally formed palate.
She leaned in closer,trying to make sense of the words and with an effort, he spoke again.
'Guess again,Blondie.The chefs have renewed their feud.And you're on the menu.'
His head exploded and she staggered back, a shaft of wit buried deep within her brain.
 
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--totally illegal, it is more illegal for you than it is for them--Dychotomy alert.
Violet Taupe: Report to stations.


Reporting for stations,Vi slid into the chair and flexed her fingers, grip gently tightening around the firm shafts,
the faint trembulous surge of vibrration rippleing across her palms as dendrons fired and neutrons flowed.

A brief pulse throbbed faintly beneath falanges and as nominal systems-checks completed, Thea
returned once more to the natural role of idling quietly in the background ambience until such time as
the awesome powers with which she was invested should be called upon to manifest themselves anew.
 
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