Mall Fight RP: (CLOSED) (FINISHED)

[Saltarius]

"Alright, We'll send down a representative. Wilson! Get down there!"

A few minutes later, a man wearing standard astronaut gear teleports into the center of the mall before taking off his helmet. He appears to be a man in his early forties, with eyes that have seen shit you wouldn't believe.

"May we find asylum in your vessel until we lose our pursuers?" He asks Diane.

 

[RaNDM G]

Sister walks up next to Salt.

"The fuck is a pangaea?"

 

[Saltarius]

"It's what the landmass that originally made up Earth was called. We decided appropriate given the...situation our ship was christened under."

 

[Wackymon]

Diane dives of the ship, and lands on top of the new guy's head, landing perfectly, "Feel free!"
She summersaults down, and lands in front of him.
"My name is Pinkamena Diane pie! And you are!~"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

I push knife out of the way noticing he's unconscious and put him in the bed, I take control of the RV and drive it towards the new guy, I stop it about ten feet away...

I put my helmet on, and walk towards him...

 

[Saltarius]

"Lieutenant Cole Wilson, Second Terran Star Fleet, of the USS Pangaea. Pleased to meet you Ms. Pie. May I know who exactly is the captain of your ship? I must say, it's quite...oddly designed."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"it's not a ship, and youre probably trapped here now"

I walk over and put my hand out to shake

 

[RaNDM G]

"Uh... We don't have a-"

"That's me! Sorry I can't be down there now! I'm just... Busy."

Xot walks up to the captain.

"Don't mind her, she doesn't have a clue what she's doing. I'm Xot. I'm in charge here."

He shakes the captain's hand.

 

[Wackymon]

"I have no idea! And I have no idea how it's designed either."

 

[Saltarius]

"Interesting. Our readings showed you were heading for Imir. We presumed due to the ships onboard lifesigns it was a carrier ship. That's besides the point. How well do you believe you could stand against a full-scale attack? Because any minute no-"

"Wilson! Cole, they've found us! I'll try and block our communications so they don't get you too! You've got to tell them! Tell them about the Da-"

The communication is cut as a blast is heard on the other end.

Wilson looks up at the ceiling in horror as his jaw slowly drops.

"How fast can this ship go? Because if we don't hurry up, the entire Dalek Fleet will be here any minute."

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"what?"
I look up

 

[Saltarius]

You see the ceiling. It's rather nice looking, if a bit moldy in some spots.

OOC: Posting pictures, how the fuck does it work?

 

[Wackymon]

"Oh, daleks! Everyone, grabs slugehammers, and tie them to fans! WE NEED A FAN OF HAMMERS!"
She pulls out a literal Fan of hammers.

 

[RaNDM G]

"Fucking Daleks. I thought we obliterated this sector's fleet 88,672 light years ago."

"We must have missed one!"

"Goddammit. Okay, I got this."

Xot shouts up to at the intercom.

"Hey Salt! You see that big button with the square on it?"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"what's wrong?"

 

[Wackymon]

OoC: To post pictures, you use [Img[][/img]
That's how.

 

[Saltarius]

"I'M IN A GODDAMN RV, WHERE THE HELL WOULD BE A-oh."

I press the button.

"We thought they were gone too. Apparently they found a Progenitor and started cloning more Daleks from there. They're forever genetically sterile, but the're going to kill everything in the universe as one last hurrah before they go out themselves." says Wilson as he begins to prepare his weapon, a standard Terran plasma rifle.

"What do you have here that can pierce Dalekanium?"

 

[Wackymon]

"I have no idea! But we can break their eyestalks, and we have a hat store! We could impair their vision!"

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

"nothing"

"what were you shocked about?"

 

[RaNDM G]

"Nothing, but we got the next best thing."

A big block falls from the roof and crashes on the floor.

"No Salt! The other one! With the lines in it!"