Who can bullseye womp rats in their T-16 **KC Challenge

There were other responses here, but with the hardware crash, they lost everything from September 30. So I think what I said, was:

Well, Darth M, how many parsecs are you running?

My hyperdrive can beat your hyperdrive, as we have seen a longish time
ago...

But I may have to deal with a--shipment, shall we say, that could
interfere with a competition.

Of course, that's what I said before the last battle. (I thrive on that
surprise swooping in to save the day. Well, my day.)

CaptT

Lessee, if a parsec is 3.3 light years and this ship can travel a light year per - wait a minute, CaptT, do we have FTL?

I will get to 125K, come hell or Tofurkey, you double-crossing, no-good swindler. Playing dead, and then racing ahead. In my experience, there's no such thing as luck.

A shipment? He's no good to me dead.

-DarthM

You two always crack me up every year. Who knows what this year may say...who won last year by the way.

All right, all you life forms, bring your Romulan ale to the other corner of this alien bar, and let me explain. We're in outer space here. See if you can put on at least a bit of a fun futuristic character/persona or lingo (non-Star-Wars if you see Lucas on the dark side). That way, the other pilots won't think you're from some planet that dresses in ancient Greek clothing and doesn't even have a space program. :->

And challenges away!

Darth Mike
125K.
::she says with a straight face, then turns off monitor and swears in pidgeon Cantonese like a war-hardened Brown Coat::
Gaoyang zhong de guyang--How long has he had this up his sleeve?
::turns on monitor, puts on her best 9th Doctor grin::
Fan-tas-tic!

But I think you've spent too much time mooning about with little furry creatures who think you're a deity. No way can your little imperial ship get that far away from a space station. And I thought I was having hormone issues.

My little independent science-&-shipping vessel could do it. But I got some freelance projects I can't leave for that long of a trip. Really.

Nah. I don't believe you can do it. Even if you did, say, import a specialized warp core from the Delta Quadrant.

::having shaken in a ship-load of mixed pop-sci-fi references, goes away to think of a name for her ship::

to answer your question, d_w:
Mike got to the end of the cattle drive first last year; I was still herding words not far from midnight. But the year before, when we were themelessly (was that wrestling/boxing?) swinging wildly, I beat him to 50K and, then to 100K by about 1 hour on Thanks-be-to-the-maker day. (Not such a great 3PO line, now that we know who his maker was.)

So, oleary—you think you can lure me to the dark side? I can resist…

I’m not biting for 100k, much less 125k—at least, not on purpose… This vessel stays out of big trouble—that is, we keep trying to. We’ll try to stick to the safer, smaller smuggling--er, I mean perfectly legal business arrangements. (I do the job, then I get paid. That’s it.) The big adventures are mostly unintentional.

I just want to still be flying this hunk of junk at the end of the day—I’m looking for a way to aim for “the end” instead of for numbers.

Of course, if it takes 100k to get there—then we’ll all be in trouble.

____

I aim to misbehave.

Hmmmmm. recalculating, recalculating.

Ah, yes. I see. Well, I'd like to get a purple bar on my side of the galaxy, but my Educato-Transglommerifying-Transit tube might reduce my fuel efficiency lightyears-per-gallon. And although I've rescheduled my initial dramatic job til spring, I probably won't make the five-oh-kay. Of course, if i can work overtime to replace my ETT tube, I may be able to reduce the leakage 75% at best.

Who knows, I may do it. If I can get my putput spacebox out of orbit and into hyperdrive (or any kind of drive, actually.)

I could use some fuel. Or sonic screwdrivers.

>>like to get
There is no like, only do.

Confidence young padawan. If you join the dark side, your powers will expand and you will be able to do much that you currently only think you "may do."

Think creatively - use Jedi mind tricks to do double duty with your ETT. Assignments applying to both, characters completing similar research to wend and weave into their training, into their personal growth.

The Sith are here to help you with plot direction, with enhancements of characters, with the cauterizing of plot bunny neckholes where distractions lie.

Sith have no fear.

T-16's are for kids. As this is my first galactic conquest, Im using a Death Star on the womp rats.....makes for a pretty background

Taunt, taunt, tauntan.

Even though I lose every year, my reaction to this thread is unchanged. Bring it on, Salvador.

Time to get cocky, indeed.

Inkwet - of course I can bullseye womp rats in my T-16, although I'm not joining the ranks of oleary and the others. I'll be happy with the pretty purple bar, but I'm thinking about aiming for 75K this year, even with the potential for lots of travel going on.

Anyone want to challenge me... bring it on! This is the poor mans challenge... just first to 50k... no 100k or 200k crazy stuff.

She aims to misbehave - with or without that nanny filter Mal?
The whole point of swearing is that it ain't appropriate.

75 Mel - shiny! Ain't nothing in the gorram 'verse I want to see more than you flying past 75.

CaptT? You know you can soar like a leaf on the wind. I've seen it. Surlaw has thrown down a gauntlet. Mightn't you dress up your ship like a Reaver, sneak up on him and blast 'em out of the sky?

Ah Falalalalita - I always bring it. Burn the land and boil the sea. (picture plastic dinosaurs) Ha ha ha! Mine is an evil laugh. Now DIE!

My My is everyone getting cocky in here since I have been here.

Aw, man. I suck with SW lingo. Can I stick with the cattle drive thing? (even though I think I used a Mazda)

Indianajess!

Just try to throw in an occasional reference to lasers/blasters/bombs, star stuff, ships, and aliens. You'll do just fine in the fleet.

Or against the fleet. Depending on how you're running.

Mike O'''Bleary,

nice Firefly/Serenity references. You do know that I appreciate you :)

But I think I'm ready to announce a 100K goal (because after all, I must do my bit to intimidate & encourage melrice). If you plan to beat me for the 4th year running, it will take 100K and a word. So there.

Diary - this is the time to get ridiculously cocky, before reality and restraint sets in. So let's hear it!

Surlaw - I gots to agree that 100K (with a faulty laptop) is crazy talk. I think I've let 4 years here go to my head.

Mel Grain - are you planning any interesting travels? Will these be work junkets where you can confuse co-workers with the need to rush back to the hotel room and type? Seems like a sweet way to confuse people.

Inkwet - perhaps you can work in some way to include all your posts on this board in your novel? Seems like you & BlackHat might beat up on all of us, then.

PoetT -- um, shipment? What have I missed out on this summer/fall?

Time to get cocky, aren't I already cocky enough going for 100K...I am going big...I am sure I can out do all of you in getting 100K...I have my whole schedule planned out for this big mission and I will sail on by all of you to get there.

Cocky enough?

Fajita- your intimidation tactics shall not work on me. encouragement? that might work.

On the job front - the travel thing will actually be a lot busier than what i'm doing now, and it's going to knock out thursday night write-ins (but not Sundays), so I have no idea how i'm going to get it all down if I actually get offered and take the job. Oh well, it's just one more challenge.

I figure though it's about time I actually start thinking about the story.

Shut down all the trash compactors on the detention level!

Ah.... competition.
It warms the heart of this old space trader (anyone out there playing Spore?).

Like the good Khan said, revenge is a dish that is best served cold. It is very cold in space.

Bring it TenLambSammitch. And DW, we shall see.... sister....

Oh you will see...just you wait.

My Knightwind Mark V can outclass a Corellian freighter any day - even one that can do hyperspeed at .5 light years. And no, it's not up for grabs during some rigged Sabacc game, either. Get your own gorram spiffy shiny ship, you scruffy-looking nerf herders!

I'm up for that 50K first challenge, Surlaw! I've got a wookie and Katie both tweaking my engines and they're roaring like Rancors. Ain't no dilithium crystals powering this bad baby!

And my sin? I'm a fan of all of them. But right now, I'm gonna have to go with "pride."

Your Jedi mind tricks won't work on me! Mwahahahahahahaha-*cough*wheeze*choke* Damn, evil laughs are not for smokers...

And sure, I'll be free, but I don't suggest you try tagging my mother with some explody type device. She's a lot fiestier than a rebel princess and more dangerous than a crazy prodigy girl who makes her genius doctor brother look like an idiot, despite being 60 years old. Hell, even that wrinkly-faced emperor bows down before her! Who do you think taught Worf how to brawl? It sure wasn't his human foster parents!

So now, let's pit your ship against my "Cranky Goldfish" and see just who comes out in first place!

*turns and yells at the frazzled, cross-eyed co-pilot* Prepare for Ludicrous speed, Private Asshole!

~ Mish the Space-faring Half-Elf

I won't waste idle words on a retort, however I will use your foolishness to fuel my creative drive and write a special chapter about your absolute defeat.

Game on.

Anyone else want to be humbled? I take all challengers, from all levels.

Get ready for a good, old fashioned, Kansas City word-brawl (sans vulgarities)!

~ Mish

"I don't merely write a story. I slit the wrists of my soul, bleeding it out in a readable form and hope that someone else can make sense of it."

I'm wherever Han Solo is.

Umm....maybe I should rewatch IV-VI and bone up before November.

That would be trying to milk money off of making HORRIBLE additions to the perfect Indiana Jones Trilogy...

That never happened. I don't care what you say.

***hand wave***

These aren't the sequels/prequels that you were looking for.

You can go about your business.

Move along.

Overheard in static-y echoes of radio waves, long floating about the universe:

"They'll be in range of our tractor beam in moments, Capt."
"Did your men deactivate the hyperdrive on the O'learium Falcon?"
"Yes, Capt."
"Good. Prepare the boarding party and set your weapons for stun."

And then it cuts out, to be replaced by a tune from an unknown planet, something called the Beach Boys, which fries the comm system. It'll take hours to repair.