WHO: The GREASERS
WHERE: Space, outside the PezDispenser...
They were drawn by the numerous power sources currently being generated in quadrant 7x9. The combined output of all the warp drives, atomic fusion engines, matter/antimatter reactors, plasma energy generators, chemoreactive ozonification chambers, and gastrointestinal gases was the equivelent of a banquet for them.
They numbered in the thousands but they moved as a single mass. Each individual a marvel of micorobotic technology, a small metallic unliving insect. They existed purely to drain and dismantle starships. The energy they stole would fuel the building of new insectoid members constructed from the raw materials of the destroyed victims.
They were the Gluttonous Robotic Energy Absorbing Space Exploring Ravenous Swarm. Or "GREASERS" as they are called in shocked whispers on the countless unprepared starships that have falling victim to their swift attacks.
They were the bane of interplanetary travel, and they were currently closing in at high speed towards the PezDispenser. Several hundred advance scouts were already clanking onto the outside hull of the Stinkbug class ship and started boring their way toward the promised feeding frenzy inside it's chemoreactive drive chambers.
WHERE: Space, outside the PezDispenser...
They were drawn by the numerous power sources currently being generated in quadrant 7x9. The combined output of all the warp drives, atomic fusion engines, matter/antimatter reactors, plasma energy generators, chemoreactive ozonification chambers, and gastrointestinal gases was the equivelent of a banquet for them.
They numbered in the thousands but they moved as a single mass. Each individual a marvel of micorobotic technology, a small metallic unliving insect. They existed purely to drain and dismantle starships. The energy they stole would fuel the building of new insectoid members constructed from the raw materials of the destroyed victims.
They were the Gluttonous Robotic Energy Absorbing Space Exploring Ravenous Swarm. Or "GREASERS" as they are called in shocked whispers on the countless unprepared starships that have falling victim to their swift attacks.
They were the bane of interplanetary travel, and they were currently closing in at high speed towards the PezDispenser. Several hundred advance scouts were already clanking onto the outside hull of the Stinkbug class ship and started boring their way toward the promised feeding frenzy inside it's chemoreactive drive chambers.
posted by Larcen at 5/23/2006 01:14:00 AM
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