The Holodeck: Part #11

Angela: Angela conducts the face palm of the century.

“DOH!  I forgot to end the Hologram Ben program!” Duped by her own ruse, Angela grumbles, “Computer, end Holographic Ben.”  And the Ben Angela was preparing to blast away with her kick-ass paintball bazooka vanishes.

“We’ll never catch them like this,” Angela says and looks around the jungle.  Ben is no where in sight and Sugie is too far to hit with the Bazooka.

Suddenly, the sky darkens and laughter penetrates the jungle.  What little sunlight seeped through is gone.

“I know that voice,” says Angela.  “Jaselyn! Quick!  To the trees!”

Jaselyn: Jaselyn hurries behind Angela, taking cover under the canopy and wiping moisture from her brow. She can’t tell if it’s sweat or just condensation from the air. Hopefully all this humidity won’t harm the rifle.

Jaselyn glances at Angela, who is surveying the vista, seeking out the source of the laughter. Jaselyn, her sense of direction honed to near-perfection thanks to spending more time than she cares to admit going door-to-door, realizes that the laughter is coming from Southeast of their current location.

As she comes to this realization, a plan begins to formulate and without a word, she slips into the forest. If she can just find the McGuffin, they may still have a chance…

Sugie:  As Ben’s sniper rounds follow the group of three (well, two warriors, and one serious sandwich eater. Is that a rueben he’s eating? where’d he get that?), Sugie sips her martini. Then they swap, Ben gulps down his drink while Sugie lays down sniper fire. Many colorful paintballs splat both on their intended victims and throughout the undercover of the forest.

“You’re right about that,” Sugie laughs.

“I’ve planted the explosive ‘McGuffin’ to go off thirty seconds after Jaselyn, or whoever, finds it. The blast will be immense. I have no doubt there will be some colorful monkeys for years to come.”

“Should we keep shooting at them, just to make them think we’re upset that they are heading that way?”

“You got it.” Ben grins his most evil and charming grin, and he and Sugie start down the hill into the valley below. They shoot from below, at the three opponents, but half-heartedly.

The bear bartender is now clambering alongside them on all fours. Sugie isn’t sure why they should keep him, but thinks maybe he’ll come in handy at some point.

“Oh my God, look what’s happening!” Ben yells, and points to the three opponents up the hill.

Angela: Angela approaches the canopy and swats back the branches.  Sunlight pours down the trunk, blinding Angela then all goes clear.

“It’s a dirigible!” Angela shouts to Jaselyn.  And flying the dirigible, in his epic WWI British flying ace uniform, complete with white scarf and goggles, is Benedict Cuthbert Pennington III who stands at the helm.  At his side, is his paintbomb (mentioned on page 4 of this thread).

The ladder hangs down suspended several feet from the trees.  Unsure of this is intentional or not… the world may never know.

“Jaselyn!” Angela shouts over the old rotary engine.  “I’m going to jump for it!”

Jaselyn: The rain of paintballs directed at Jaselyn, Angela, and Edward have kept Jaselyn from venturing out on her quest for the McGuffin that she believes will ensure their victory. As a result, she’s still around when Benedict’s dirigible shows up in the sky.

“I got your back!” Jaselyn shouts, hoping to be heard over the engine.

As Angela jumps, Ben and Sugie realize that their opponents are getting away. They dash from the underbrush, a blizzard of paint whirring out from their guns. Jaselyn aims her rifle and lets off round after round, only making random contact with her assailants. And then, she remembers.

Jaselyn reaches into her armor-vest’s inner pocket and pulls out one of Angela’s grenades. Biting out the pin, she tosses the grenade right into Sugie and Ben’s path. It explodes with a KABOOM so loud the trees shake, and the victims are covered in blood-red paint. It provides just the necessary distraction for Angela to climb up to the dirigible, though there is absolutely no way Jaselyn will be able to join.

She’s stuck in the jungle, firing magenta paintballs as furiously as her old rifle will let her. The reckless abandon of adrenaline fills her mind, and she rushes toward her foes. “Come and get it, suckas!” she calls out wildly, completely oblivious to the trap Ben and Sugie have set.

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