Oh no, not the Helmacrons again!

[A ghost you know]

I'm not going anywhere, Al. I should be able to survive an explosion, and I'm nearly done here...

[warren_bearclaw]

O Your Ladyship, we are so sad. Many of the Helmacron's have been destroyed by their own ship. It must surely have been a tragic accident. A few have escaped by flying away in a magic bubble. It was very pretty. We will try and find these poor surviving Helmacrons and try to save them. It seems that they did not like our cookies... perhaps they had tummy aches. We will bring them strawberry tarts instead! Then they will be happy and we can all be friends! Yay! After we have made our distant cousins happy, we will be sure to return them to their ship. This sad day may have a happy ending yet. Toodles!

-From the log of the Rondecron ship the Flowered Pride.

*Flowered Pride lifts off slowly, then flies in the direction of the 'magic bubble'.*"""SELF DESTRUCT SEQUENCE INITIATED. FIVE SECONDS REMAIN. HAVE A NICE DAY!""""

[Aluminator (Kit)]

Your call, Ghost-man!

*continues running, flailing his arms wildly*

[A ghost you know]

Bleep... so... freaking... close... but not close enough. *begins separating into microscopic pieces to survive the coming explosion* You win this one, Helmacrons...

[warren_bearclaw]

""".......2........1.. ......."""  The computer noises faded away... "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" as the ship dissolved into a pile of fine sand.

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*leaps into the air, expecting to be carried along by the explosion, then looks back at the ship with a frown*

Ohhhhh... crazy tiny aliens...

[A ghost you know]

*thinking* What the...?!?!?
*slowly reforms* Of all the... *anything further is lost in angry sputtering*

[warren_bearclaw]

(((  I'm very pleased with myself! )))

[Aldrea Hammee]

Seriously???!!!! We're going to be tiny forever! *sigh*....Although, there WAS that other ship....

[warren_bearclaw]

"AAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHHHH HH!!!!!" A giant bird has attacked the bubble! It's claws tear and pull at it, but the surface doesn't break... yet. Small playing cards are strewn everywhere as the bubble is sent tumbling through the air.

"Oh, no!" The Flowered Pride rises above the tree tops and quickly catches up to the afflicted bubble. The bird is distracted and slightly confused at the sight of this ....flying rock?... but it continues it's attempt to capture the floating tasty-looking bugs inside. A tiny beam of light comes from the ship, paralyzing the bird in mid-air. It falls to the forest floor several stories below. A second energy beam reaches out to the bubble and surrounds it, as the ship drops to the ground with the unfortunate Helmacrons in tow.

[Aldrea Hammee]

I am momentarily distracted from chasing after Al and Marvin by a giant shadow in the sky. "This is how the Dinosaurs must have felt when that asteroid was about to hit them..." Several yards away, the bird hits the ground, close enough for the concussion to knock me over. Several more yards away, the second Helmacron ship is also raidly descending.

So, I basically have no choice, do I? Be the size of an ant forever....and quite possibly become dinner FOR an ant...or approach that ship. I make my way towards it.

[A ghost you know]

*dodges the falling bird* Great, now we're about to be dinner for this guy, provided he doesn't squish us first...
*sees the ship slowly settling to the ground* Whoa, it's the same guys the Helmacrons were picking on earlier! Maybe they'll be willing to help us out. Hey guys, over here!
*starts moving toward the ship*

[Aluminator (Kit)]

*dodge-rolls out of the way of the falling bird, but is thrown to the dirt by the impact. After laying there stunned for a moment, looks up and sees Ghosty and Aldrea approaching the descending ship*

Are you guys nuts? What makes you think those guys aren't every bit as bad as the Helmacrons? Or worse?

*About a hundred feet away, a group of cars pulls into the parking lot and men begin pouring out to search the woods. One of them speaks*

"This is his last known location! He said he was in trouble. Bring him to me, and don't injure his host. If you don't find him, you might get to see my newest morph firsthand!

Ah... right on schedule...

[warren_bearclaw]

*dodge-rolls out of the way of the falling bird, but is thrown to the dirt by the impact

(((If you're rolling, aren't you already in the dirt...?)))

Your Grace! We have visitors! We were able to save the poor, poor Helmacrons from the scary flying thing, It was very scary. Then we brought the Helmacrons back down to the ground where they were safe. They were jumping up and down, waving their arms... they must be so happy! And we didn't even give them our fresh tarts yet! Maybe we can share them with the new people that are coming to say hi.

-From the log of the Rondecron ship Flowered Pride.

The Comet Storm streams through Z-space at speeds that would dazzle an Andalite towards the TMA-1 sector. They arrive quickly, and begin priming their vast weapons array.
Post Merged: October 29, 2010, 03:17:08 PMA small party of pink-skinned Rondecrons exit the ship's ramp and approach the others. They are carrying large baskets up in the air, over their heads. "We have Cookies!"

The external view screen of the Comet Storm blanks out as they enter the atmosphere... the heat from their speed is blinding white.""""Target acquired: withing range in 6 minutes."""" a computer voice says.
 

"LET US OUT, BARBARIC IMBECILES!!!" Shout the remaining crew members of the Galaxy Doom.

[Aldrea Hammee]

Me: Cookies? Um, what do you think, Aldrea?

Aldrea: These creatiurs haven't been very friendly so far....maybe they're poisoned cookies. Don't eat the cookies.

Me: Well, I wasn't planning to, but....they look a little different from the other Helmacrons.

*approaches the Rondecrons* Hi, guys? What brings you to the forest?