SO?

[Brand Nar Gath]

What did I miss?  Is the ship vaporized?  Did Orgo fulfill his kamikaze fantasy?  Did we elect an infant retard as captain?  Were my sample accidentally put into the pound cake?
just curious....

[? the Iq]

Maybe this will help to answer your questions

SPACE ODDITY  (Bowie's song title said enough)

Ground Control to Gen. Orgo
Ground Control to Gen. Orgo
Grab your giant sac and put that bad boy on

Ground Control to Gen. Orgo (10, 9, 8, 7)
commencing countdown, engines on (6, 5, 4, 3)
Intelligence of ten, I hope that bug flies true (2, 1, Liftoff)

This is Ground Control to Gen. Orgo
That armour nust be made
And the G. U. wants to meet their favourite Rhino
"Who put this jackass in charge?" "Hell if I know!"

This is Gen. Orgo to Ground Control
I'm cinching up my sac
Hope you'll shoot me from that moist t-t-torpedo bay
'Cause it's easier to breach a hull that way

Now here
Am I flying in a soft sac
Looks like my scrotum
This fleshy flab's my pride
Curly hairs on the inside

Though the water's depth's one-thousand miles
At least it isn't salty
And I hope there aren't beasties down below
Tell my wife I fucked a hippo once--"she knows!"

Ground Control to Gen. Orgo
Your party's dead, is there something wrong?
Can you hear me Gen. Orgo?
Can you hear me Gen. Orgo?
Can you hear me Gen. Orgo?
Can you...

Here am I flying in a soft sac
Looks like my scrotum
This fleshy flab's my pride
Curly hairs on the inside

[Sister Bea Attitude]

Tell my wife I fucked a hippo once--"she knows!"

Ah, to play with such brilliant bards!

[Lord of Ancients]

Nice filk.

Okay I kinda hurried you off the Base Ship so everyone may not have been able to speak to people they wanted to. I'll assume you did get to speak to them and the board here is a great place to go back and ask questions of anyone you did encounter on the Base Ship ( I know Eddie at least asked to speak to someone and I didn't get to that so ask away) and you did leave two of the communicators on the Base Ship so feel free to consider yourselves in constant contact with them (right up to the point where I say you aren't). I just wanted to make sure that you guys at least reached Ooris Marda last game, so that we could start the next game with you taking the plunge.

Y'all are all pretty bad-ass and have loads of cool powers, but tactics and knowing who is responsible for what will make a difference, so remember Teamwork, or it'll get grizzly.

[Náriël Telemnar]

I wanted to speak with the galactic senators, rub elbows and knees, and generally get a feel for the political climate and see if I could weasel some additional info out of them.

[Lord of Ancients]

I wanted to speak with the galactic senators, rub elbows and knees, and generally get a feel for the political climate and see if I could weasel some additional info out of them.

Well of course you can. General questions would help, and specific questions are more likely to produce specific answers.

But really generally, they are most concerned not just with countering the Outsider threat, but also making sure that the aftermath of the crisis produces a democratic galaxy.

[Lord of Ancients]

What did I miss?  Is the ship vaporized?  Did Orgo fulfill his kamikaze fantasy?  Did we elect an infant retard as captain?  Were my sample accidentally put into the pound cake?
just curious....

Your group has landed on the legendary planet of Ooris Marda ("The Well of Life" to some, "Dead Waters" to others) an are now standing at the edge of a 4 mile diameter opening that is filled with relatively fresh water, that is so oxygen saturated as to be breatheable. An AI hologram of Aldus Kerlock wished you luck and you are preparing to take the plunge.

[Dr. Em]

What did I miss?  Is the ship vaporized?  Did Orgo fulfill his kamikaze fantasy?  Did we elect an infant retard as captain?  Were my sample accidentally put into the pound cake?
just curious....

Answers, in order:

Everything,
Yes,
Yes,
Yes,
and, we wouldn't ruin a perfectly good poundcake

[Brand Nar Gath]

Does anyone else have, or has been given a rash by Dr. Em?  On the neck.

[Dr. Em]

Allow me to remotely cure your rash. (sound effect) Oops, sorry about that. Don't worry, a prosthetic should be just as useful for relieving waste fluids. Er, you didn't want to procreate, did you?

[Brand Nar Gath]

keep talking Dr.  I guess we have to trust you as I seem to have no choice in the matter of having or having not offered you a sample of my biology, but that does not mean you won't wake up on the other side one morning with a Type IV Blaster rifle hole through your midsection.  Particularly if you continue to act like the semi-evil mischievous being that you have represented yourself as thus far.

[Dr. Em]

Lady Gargle (sund to the tune of "Lady Stardust" by David Bowie)

People stared at the rash across her neck
Laughed at her smallish breasts, whose points were just a speck

The boy with the extra brain
Jumped out into space
And lady Gargle missed her wang
with something like disgrace

And she was alright, he never had a lover
Yes he was alright, her song went "sorry brother"
And she was awful nice
Her mind was quite out of sight
but he mourned all night long

Femmebot fatales emerged from shadows
To laugh at how this creature fared
Aliens stood upon their tentacles
To hoot their point of view
I smiled sadly for a love that would never comply

Lady Gargle mourned his piece
with something like wounded pride

And she was alright, he never had a lover
Yes he was alright, her song went "sorry brother"
And she was awful nice
she'd never know paradise
but he mourned all night long

Oh how I sighed
When they asked if I knew her name

And she was alright, he never had a lover
Yes he was alright, her song went "sorry brother"
And she was awful nice
Her mind was quite out of sight
but he mourned all night long

[Dr. Em]

keep talking Dr.  I guess we have to trust you as I seem to have no choice in the matter of having or having not offered you a sample of my biology, but that does not mean you won't wake up on the other side one morning with a Type IV Blaster rifle hole through your midsection.  Particularly if you continue to act like the semi-evil mischievous being that you have represented yourself as thus far.

Absolutely no evil or mischievousness here

You must have me mistaken for a zombie somewhere.

[Lord of Ancients]

I guess we have to trust you as I seem to have no choice in the matter of having or having not offered you a sample of my biology,

Jeez, the Ancients forbid that teammates might have to rely on one another. And while I'm not sure if he has "sampled", if you want medical attention now or have ever in the past then yes of course the Dr would have access to your genetic profile.

Living beings are constantly discarding dead skin cells, or leaving traces of themselves in so many ways that it is almost (almost I say) impossible to prevent a determined being from getting a sample of you. It's not like drilling an ice-core down the length of your body or something, a hand full of cells would do.

[Dr. Em]

And of course you had a choice. If I were just deciding willy nilly who I have sampled I would have certainly included the bug in the sampled list. That you're there means at some point you consented. It was a long time ago in our real time, and I would never expect you to remember, and if it means that much to you I will remove your name off the list. I am only extending this offer to Todd. And truthfully there is no reason to take me up on it, and every reason to remain on the list.