Sometimes things itch
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avevale_intelligencer(I typed up a great long piece from an old diary and right at the end LJ chucked it out and claimed to know nothing about any draft. So you may or may not get that at some point in the future when I have the heart to do it all again. In the meanwhile, an exorcism.)
"So how did you escape?" Soren inquired, as Zander settled into his armchair.
"Just a little ingenuity," Zander said modestly. "I figured out that their weapons were powered from the same source as their teleport bracelets. So all I had to do was use my plasmatic probe to collect the shots they fired and run them through the bracelet I'd stolen. Blew it up, but it got me out."
"Oh," Soren said. "Hang on," he added. "So you, what, you used a precision scientific instrument to collect at least six extremely high wattage charges of coherent heat and light, which must have been aimed directly at it rather than you, and then convert them back into the original form of energy that powered the weapons, and introduce that energy somehow into the bracelet--which I'm fairly sure wasn't designed to take energy that way--such that it actually worked before blowing up, while with your other hand programming a destination that wasn't inside a mountain or a hundred miles up, and all this while being chased and shot at?"
There was a moment's pause.
"'Course not," Zander said, relaxing. "That would never have worked. I questioned their status as authentic security guards, convinced them that all real guards spend all their time playing scamblewacket in their ready room, challenged them to a game, and won all their weapons, their uniforms and their leg assemblies. Then I just walked away. I left the legs outside the staff entrance--someone will have found them in the morning."
"There's always a way out," Soren said, and grinned.
"Yes," Zander agreed, laying in a course for the homeship, "but you have to work for it."
(This week's episode, on the other hand, verged on good, though not without several argh moments. This is what stops me giving up on the thing, every time.)
"So how did you escape?" Soren inquired, as Zander settled into his armchair.
"Just a little ingenuity," Zander said modestly. "I figured out that their weapons were powered from the same source as their teleport bracelets. So all I had to do was use my plasmatic probe to collect the shots they fired and run them through the bracelet I'd stolen. Blew it up, but it got me out."
"Oh," Soren said. "Hang on," he added. "So you, what, you used a precision scientific instrument to collect at least six extremely high wattage charges of coherent heat and light, which must have been aimed directly at it rather than you, and then convert them back into the original form of energy that powered the weapons, and introduce that energy somehow into the bracelet--which I'm fairly sure wasn't designed to take energy that way--such that it actually worked before blowing up, while with your other hand programming a destination that wasn't inside a mountain or a hundred miles up, and all this while being chased and shot at?"
There was a moment's pause.
"'Course not," Zander said, relaxing. "That would never have worked. I questioned their status as authentic security guards, convinced them that all real guards spend all their time playing scamblewacket in their ready room, challenged them to a game, and won all their weapons, their uniforms and their leg assemblies. Then I just walked away. I left the legs outside the staff entrance--someone will have found them in the morning."
"There's always a way out," Soren said, and grinned.
"Yes," Zander agreed, laying in a course for the homeship, "but you have to work for it."
(This week's episode, on the other hand, verged on good, though not without several argh moments. This is what stops me giving up on the thing, every time.)
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Date: 2015-10-05 06:23 am (UTC)And yes, Dr Who was pretty good.
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Date: 2015-10-05 08:54 am (UTC)