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Post by Lt. Amir Khambatti on Aug 8, 2008 20:06:42 GMT -5
Here will be the continung Saga of of one of the Galaxy's greatest heroes.
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Post by Lt. Amir Khambatti on Aug 8, 2008 20:38:00 GMT -5
::The doors let him into the arboretum like they always did. He ran to his "spot" in the corner of the foliage to do his "thing".
Stretching and yawning, he pranced over to the thcker brush where he always had a comfy spot for a nap.
He curled up and drifted away to sleep....::
::The red alert sounded! The klaxons pulsating through the ship. Spatacus jumped to his feet and began to asess the situation. The ship was being overrun by small quadrapeds. They were taking the ship deck by deck.
He hoped Amir was alright. Mel, too.
He quicky ran to the personal secret weapons locker he had hidden on the arboretum. He donned his ablative puppy battle armor, targeting goggles, and had 2 type II phasers mounted on his back.
He activated his antigrav and thruster pack, and flew out of the arboretum with all due speed.
He began to encounter the enemy in the corridirs. he opened fire, picking them off one by one, flying in wild evasive patterns.
He flew into main engineering, where the crew was being held.
He fired, surgically removing their bonds and freeing the Captain and the staff. He pulled the weapons locker open with his tracktor, then tractored a ahnd ful of pulse rifles to the crew.
The aliens were overcome. Spartacus flew around them, wrapping them up in cord. Wide angle transporters beamed them back to thier ship, which fled.
He next found himself standing before the Federation Council....::
Hey!
::The president was calling....::
Hey! wake up, numbnuts!
::He suddenly woke up, seeing Amir looking down over him::
C'mon, Buddy, it's time to go home. Dinner's waiting!
::Dinner! Why didn't you say so?~::
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Post by Lt. Amir Khambatti on Aug 19, 2008 23:23:36 GMT -5
::Amir had let him back into the arboretum. he only wished Humans could communicate better. He could get the jist of Amir was telling him to do, but they no real communication.
He came prancing across the grass of the arboretum, as he saw the children caling to him.
They began to chase him around, playing a game of tag, with Sparty. He began runing and changing directions quickly, evading them.::
Ha! You guys couldn't catch a cold!
::He ran onto the bushy area where he found his spot. He came out, and there was Lulu.::
Lulu! ::He barked emerging from the bushes prancing toward her. Lulu came up to him.::
"Hi Sparty" ::She said , while sniffing his butt::
"Hiya Lulu" ::Sparty returned the sniff. The kids made faces seeing them sniff each other like that.::
"I wish people would understand that we communicate olfactorally." ::Lulu said::
"I know" ::Sparty replied:: All they do is argue, and they spend so much time just yapping at each other, We can say so much, so much faster with a good butt sniff.
"You got that right, Sparto. Who knows? maybe someday they'll catch up to us."
"Naaa......never happen!"
"Sparty look! Dog bones!" ::She takes off for the kids holding out the dog treats for them.::
"Now that's a language I DO understand!" ::He takes off after her::
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Post by Lt. Amir Khambatti on Sept 16, 2008 12:32:26 GMT -5
I tell you, this is the life. Living on this big fancy whatever it is. What more can a dog ask for? I got kids who love me, Not to mention my Sweetie, Lulu!
I get bones, treats, I got great bushes to crap in. You know what? It's great to be King!
Oh boy! More kids coming in here! And YYYYYYess! Doggie treats!
I better hurry up and eat, Don't wanna be late for my nap.
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