1200 hours Desert of the real aboard the hovercraft Ember II.
"It's finaly time to get you going old girl... " Resident jumped into his captains chair with a heap of joy, knowing full well that it maybe his last chance at being a captain.
"Phrack, you won't be dissapointed, its my promise" barks resident down the comm line.
Resident starts to aimlessly flick on all the switches on the dashboard infront of him...
"Now.. Which ones for the damned hoverpads?" He looks down and ponders at the 2000 page manual and raises an eyebrow at it..
"Not there!" Grunts resident..
He starts to read all the labels on the switches and in the darker areas points his finger at them as if he can't read them..
"Igniter, no. Headlights, no! Porn movies, no! Main power, obviously not. Landing gear, no! " Resident continues to search for an hour until the last switch jumps out at him.
"Aha!" shouts Resident, as he flicks the switch labled "Hoverpads on/off"
He increases the throttle on the hover pads, slowly they lift the ship off the metal stricken floor, and picks up the radio and sends a message to his friend Phrack..
"Thanks for the help my friend, I shall most likely see you soon.." resident lets his finger slip off the radio button and waits for a reply.
Phrack radio's back.
"It's not a problem, just get yourself a crew! Lets just hope this bug goes away.." A large crack follows the end of phracks voice..
Resident replies as he pushes in the radio button
" Aye, lets hope so, maybe we should have a game of hang the cypherite soon, eh?" he once again lets go of the radio button.
" Hmm, we should, but I doubt you'll win.." replies Phrack.
" Lets see buddy, lets see" Resident replies. He throws the com recepticle back onto its holster and raises the landing gear, and speeds away..
"It's finaly time to get you going old girl... " Resident jumped into his captains chair with a heap of joy, knowing full well that it maybe his last chance at being a captain.
"Phrack, you won't be dissapointed, its my promise" barks resident down the comm line.
Resident starts to aimlessly flick on all the switches on the dashboard infront of him...
"Now.. Which ones for the damned hoverpads?" He looks down and ponders at the 2000 page manual and raises an eyebrow at it..
"Not there!" Grunts resident..
He starts to read all the labels on the switches and in the darker areas points his finger at them as if he can't read them..
"Igniter, no. Headlights, no! Porn movies, no! Main power, obviously not. Landing gear, no! " Resident continues to search for an hour until the last switch jumps out at him.
"Aha!" shouts Resident, as he flicks the switch labled "Hoverpads on/off"
He increases the throttle on the hover pads, slowly they lift the ship off the metal stricken floor, and picks up the radio and sends a message to his friend Phrack..
"Thanks for the help my friend, I shall most likely see you soon.." resident lets his finger slip off the radio button and waits for a reply.
Phrack radio's back.
"It's not a problem, just get yourself a crew! Lets just hope this bug goes away.." A large crack follows the end of phracks voice..
Resident replies as he pushes in the radio button
" Aye, lets hope so, maybe we should have a game of hang the cypherite soon, eh?" he once again lets go of the radio button.
" Hmm, we should, but I doubt you'll win.." replies Phrack.
" Lets see buddy, lets see" Resident replies. He throws the com recepticle back onto its holster and raises the landing gear, and speeds away..