grooverider

no offense taken, dude. i'm a very playful guy, i take almost nothing seriously.

ok, so i've got an idea all worked up, now i just gota scrawl some letters into a WP and paste 'em in here...

Hey TS!

I just followed your story through in full to the curent entry. Very gripping, very cool story. It kept me at the edge of my seat. Reminds me of the really fast paced stuff they used to publish in those short-story sci-fi collections from the 60's and 70's...this is definitely not a post-80's sci-fi story. I really like it.

heya

ya forgot one....
http://suicidegirls.com/members/tommysativa/57894/

the double post that was here was a tad annoying and, for some peculiar reason, the SG software wouldn't let me delete it, so here I am writing a long and unnecessary explanation cuz the software will let me edit it ...I think. OK I'm done.

[Edited on Mar 15, 2003]

Apologies for the radio silence, too much interference. Aborted self destruct, hunh? Don't you just love those?

Heh...spoke to my friend from Cali. last night(i'm in Mn.), he's all "Yea man, all landlords are a**holes"

um...is there a compilation of the entire story line anywheres? or is it just 'jump in and go' time?

one of your homes? have you been here previously?

goodnes. you've got quite a project going here. when do you start casting for the movie? I um *cough* have some acting experience.

Space Bum Abbadon reporting for duty, sah!

i have interglactically firewired a mail to yoU! hope you get it! d

*******Transmission Resumed?**********

[Edited on Feb 19, 2003]

ok now I don't feel so bad ...aparently i'm not the only one suffering from a lack of creative motivation.

...or did the gramerians just wipe everyone out?

Heya TS, I'm still around. Got caught up with a work overload for the last week which I finaly sorted out, so I'm back on the net from today. Just catching up now so I'll get back to you soon.
Nice new entry (both this and the one in my old journal) I'll go back through and re-read to refresh my memory, think my last post was about the same in the middle of a battle.

Forward command chamber, Gramerian Star Liner "Grrttyluk" one and a half minutes ago...

It took a few moments for it to soak into Holdens mind, but once it did, he knew things were far more dire than he could have ever fathomed. The Gramerian commander was basking in his victory, the rolls of skin jiggling with delight as he began to laugh.

Holden stood up, and just as he expected, the two Gramerian guards who had been standing at the entrance quickly advanced on him. Holden steadied himself for what was sure to be a jab from one of the guards tourk sticks, but a hand gesture from Commander Tilah ended any threat.

Im glad youre here really, Tilah laughed, I have long contemplated the best revenge for you and those of your kind who fought against us at Chigssa. Seeing your race destroyed before you are even born seems rather fitting, I do think.

Holden bit his lip. The frustration of the moment was too much and he felt any response he would give, would be rather undiplomatic. Generally, a casual fuck you was all he needed in his negotiations, but this time the toad was holding a royal flush to his pair of dueces.

Holden sat back down,Yeah, kind of a pity though, he sighed.

Really? Why? Tilah asked back, actually seeming intrigued.

You wont get to collect the bounty on my head.

Another guffaw escaped from the Gramerian. Yes, that is too bad. But dont you worry Captain, what I have instore for you is nothing compared to that of what will happen to your friend.

Holden immediately played dumb, hoping to trick the Gramerian into tipping his hand.

Yes, it was too risky to put the device on one of own ships, but, The Hero of Candolhar, The Savior of Reval 6, The Conquerer of Jondan, The MENACE of Chigssa he, we were willing to sacrifice.

Holden could almost see the medals from those battles on Grooveriders chest as Tilah called off the old campaigns. It was Grooveriders defiance at Chigssa that had allowed Holdens squadron the time it needed to swing around the left flank of the Gramerians main flagship and blow it into oblivion. If it werent for Grooverider, Holden would be a mess of atoms and molecules floating around the void in the great ghost ship yards of Chigssa right now.

Suddenly, a smile crept across Holdens lips as it fully dawned on him. The toads had used Grooverider to test the time jump. That meant Grooverider was out there somewhere, and it meant that Holdens pair of dueces might just be all he needed to bluff the human race back from extinction.

Tilah looked at his advisary and noticed the new confident expression.

Take him back to his cell. He can listen to his race being destroyed from there.

(carried over from my journal --I'm sucked in now)

His desire to know who was aiming a brainscrambler at his own grey matter was momentarily subdued by the desire to live. He juiced up the systems and lifted out of the parking bay.

"Where to?"
"You're a doctor, right?"
"Yeah."
'Your lucky day then. You get to go on a little housecall with us. Get out of the city and head west."

US? Obviously there was someone else, if not more, in the hovercar. His rearview was essentially useless this late at night. Tommy tried to think of a lighted way out of the city, hoping a little flash of passing light might give him an idea of who he was up against. He wondered why only the triggerman was speaking. He wondered what sort of "doctoring" he would need to do. Clearly these guys weren't fedboys, so it couldn't possibly be that bad.

He negotiated through the 4 AM traffic, still amazed that the traffic systems programmers had not formulated an algorithm that would keep all these commuters moving quicker through a rush. The monotony of the slow pace seemed to lull Mr Trigger into a lesser sense of urgency; he pulled the scrambler away from behind Tommy's ear.

The aging commando contemplated his next move. With the auto pilot engaged he could launch into the back seat with pretty good odds of disarming his hijacker. Still, the unknown variable of the remaining parties of "we" could not be ignored. Maybe it was his age or the curiosity imbedded in his pursuit to actually help people that won him over.

He melted into the seat a little and a swarm of thoughts rushed through his mind. He traced back his night, thinking about those disapperaing patients, wondering why the fedboys didn't keep him around for questioning after revealing that poor serum-sucker had vanished, wondering why he parked in the darkest part of the parking bay...

Traffic was beginning to lighten up ...fewer people commuting to the coast since the tsunami took out over half the flats along the beach, he thought. Or maybe it's just that the poor shmoes who get off work this time of night can't afford to live out there anyway.

He turned onto the expressway. The lights were still on, letting him see the sillhouette of one person bent over another one lying on the seat. The commando in him set his heart rate up, easy pickings, but the doctor in him had already decided to ride this one out. He kept his eyes glued to the rearview, the commando and doctor in him both searching for information.

Finally gone was the surrounding city and gone too were the expressway lights. The sky was turning pink in the rearview, up ahead bright stars fought against the encroching twilght. Tommy hadn't seen stars in years, seeing them in this way was almost nostalgia for his childhood rather than a memory of his last ride back from hell.

"This road starts to fork off in another few miles ,,,you have any directon in mind?"

He felt the cold metal at his ear again.

"go southwest on the old road"

"OK"

Mr Trigger went back to the business of tending to his comrade. Tommy floated off onto the old road up into the coast range. As he veered around a curve, the morning sun peeked over the horizon and through the windscreen, illuminating the cockpit and backseat. Tommy squinted against the glare and, looking up into his rearview, solved in an instant the mystery of his two missing patients.


[Edited on Feb 04, 2003]

Holding Cell - Gramerian Star Liner "Grrttyluk" - four seconds ago...

The familiar red glow of emergency lamps lit the holding cell.

"Damnit! They made the jump!" Holden thought to himself as he struggled to sit upright. The explosion inside his chest made him reconsider as he felt his body give out and slide back down onto the floor.

"Your ribs are broken Captain," he heard Tigra's familiar growl in his ears. He opened an eye and saw the furry face of his medical officer, tail twitching behind her in worry. Holden let out a heavy breath; it felt like three rondack slugs were sitting on top of him. He turned his head and another familiar voice rang out inside the chamber, "Well, they jumped. Probably back to their home space. What are we going to do now?"

The voice of his first officer did not sound pleased, of course that was not much of a surprise, Brenna never sounded pleased. Sure, they had been in worst spots before, like that time on the Third Spinder Moon, but for some reason the desperation of the task at hand seemed overwhelming. This wasnt an ordinary mission, they werent out there to turn a cheap raid, or smuggle contraband to the Devolrian miners on Gramma Seven. If the rumors of the time holes and loop portals out beyond in the uncharted reaches were true, and they wanted to rescue Grooverider, they were going to have to get out of this holding cell soon.

Holden thought for a minute and then suddenly it just came to him. Why hadnt it come to him before he thought; maybe a good ass kicking was what he had needed to clear his head, get the cobwebs out and start thinking like a proper villain again. There was only one way to get back on track, only one way to get back to the sector where Grooverider has disappeared. And if he wasnt mistaken, it was going to be from a page right out of Grooveriders own book of achieving the impossible. Just like that time back in the academy, when he watched Grooverider win the sloop race on a flaming sled whose turbo thrusters had given out.

Holden sat up, the pain from his ribs screamed out and he could see Tigra and Brenna cringe from the loud audible cracking sound they made. New plan ladies, Holden announced, were commandeering this ship.

Youre out of your mind, Brenna scoffed, Tigra, check for brain damage.

Holden struggled to his feet Its simple ladies. Grooverider had to have fallen through a time hole, and if were going to follow him, were going to need a pretty heavy ship. This ship to be precise.

Time hole? Brenna shouted. No one is even sure if those exist! Not to mention the logistics of taking over a Gramerian star liner with a crew of at least eighty, the fact that were in a holding cell, the others may be dead, youre hurt, and once we get to the bridge not a single one of us can read Gramerian to work the controls!

Right, Holden answered, we better get started.

the anger thing's weird - i am dr david banner. heheheh.
how's the intergalatic adventuring going?

The ship jolted, startling Abbadon out of a pleasant whiskey induced coma. Amazed at waking up in his quarters, let alone his bunk, he lay somewhat disorientated for a moment.
'Whats going on....Oh, right. Something about a message, some co-ordinates for a lost package. Hmmm, that was it. And before my mid day snooze, Deejay was gonna set the ship on course so we could have a gander.'
He managed to get upright on the third attempt and hastily swallowed a detox pill. With his head a bit clearer now, he ambled his way to the bridge to check up on his partners progress.

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Darlek hastily punched buttons, boosting shield power courtesy of some highly unstable, and illegal, mods. A vitriolic green flash illuminated the bridge as lethal energy splashed over the over the hull. A screen lit
up displaying minor damage reports in 7 compartments. This was not good. It got worse. As the craft erratically dodged attack, the bridge doors opened, revealing an amazingly sober Abbadon

'Hey guv, whats going on. Are we there yet?'

'Weeeell, no, somethings cropped up' Darlek began with a due sense of dread, realising that Abbadon would probably enjoy the current situation, thinking it's a laugh

Another blast rocked the ship, sending Abbadon headfirst into a supply locker door

'SHIT! And I'm not even pissed!' He staggered upright again rubbing his forehead. 'Who the hells attacking us? That arsehole Garsh?' Abbadon quickly sat down and strapped into the secondary control chair to avoid further head trauma

'We're in Alaret, heading towards whats left of the rebel asteroid base. I hoped to get into their mainframe and then onto the military networks, but..'

Abbadon quickly checked out the scanners and logs. A large, military task force had invaded the system. Evidently the Government had got P.O. with the discontent minority and decided on drastic suppression. A battle cruiser, attendant corvettes and support craft had converged on the asteroid field and, to put it in the vernacular, blown the fucking shit out of it. Detritus floated in the void; shards of rock, metal and assorted wobbly bits drifted aimlessly amongst escape pods, shuttles and converted cargo vessels. His and Darleks ship had arrived in the middle of the mess, and to boot, fully in the targeting sphere of the blasted, big-arse cruiser that was currently attempting to turn them into meat and metal pate.

'Right' Addadon said, cracking open a tinnie, 'No problem, this calls for a blend of extreme cunning
and total violence'

'Oh fuck, not again' replied Darlek


[Edited on Jan 29, 2003]

i came up with a few different responses to your question:

first off, i would give anything. nothing i have is worth any of these things to me.

and so the times/places:

i would go back to a time when my grandfather was young, so i could get to know him and find out what he was like.

i would go back to my most shame-filled moment so that i could choose my actions more wisely.

i would go into the future and stop my brother from dying, should he, in the future, die from an untimely death.

i would go back to the sixties so i could hang out with my mother when she was teenaged.

and finally, i would move forward to the day when i meet the person to whom i can finally give my heart. i am impatient, G.

have you tried Ctrl-Alt-Delete? Just an idea.

lol, those images are cool! is it just me or is the bottom image the silouette of the Enterprise from the original series.? you have the coolest journal ever, captain Grooverider.

...just don't trust your life to a computer named Hal.