The Zin Ship Above Fandom, Sunday Morning and Afternoon

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Simulation 45y was failing.

Angry red lights were going off everywhere. Along with claxons. Too many claxons. Zin were running around, trying to shut off one claxon after another.

There was a lot of yelling.

And pods kept opening.

That was inconvenient.

[[ wait for the ocd up! npcs here! ]]

The park, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

There was an appropriately sci-fi-ish light in the park near the duck pond, and then there were two naked men standing there.

Well, one and a half naked men and one-half a naked ball of fire?

Hannibal looked around and sighed. Well, at least it was warmer here than on the ship.



[OOC: No OCD or anything - open park for anyone who wants to catch the streakers!]

Above Fandom, Sunday Evening

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Well, that had gone spectacularly poorly.

Once the last of the miscreants had found their way off the ship, Zinyak ordered it to retreat to orbit. It did so slowly, smoking in various places, a few fighters limping back in after the beating they'd received. (They were lucky, Zinyak supposed, that he hadn't actually sent out his fleet.) Over half his staff was at present injured, dead, or otherwise incapacitated, and Simulation 45y would have to be salvaged for spare code.

"I suppose we were overly optimistic," he sighed. "We'll have to choose an easier target." He turned towards his second in command. "Plot a course for the White House. And someone please put out this fire. I would like to sit on my throne again."

On its way up, the ship made one final, terrifying noise. Something broke loose from the bottom and plummeted back down to Fandom itself. Only then did it finally break loose of Earth's atmosphere in full.

Down below, in the park, a large chunk of ship hit an empty stretch of grass. It was a chunk of floor, divided up into rectangles that flashed in various colors according to a strange rhythm.

A second chunk of debris came down and hit the ground hard beside it. It let out a burst of static.

And then, at top volume, "THIS IS HOW WE DO IT--".

It made as much sense as anything, really.

[[ thus endeth the BDE! Thank you very much, everyone who participated! Now come out and dance, if you want. ]]