If Eddie were given to maniacal laughter, which he wasn't, he'd be running for the Mad Scientist laugh of 2015 at this point. His patience was about to
pay off.
(It should be noted that patience is a trait all Information-based sapients have, merely because their lives are so fast. To even the slowest Infomorph, a
minute to us is a millennium to them. Even Trigon, arguably the LEAST patient AI ever, has the equivalent patience of a Saint when taken in that respect.)
Over the course of several hours Eddie had been working on this scheme. Through the surreptitious use of cracked comms, hijacked drones, Lebia's control of
the Phobos datanet, several miles of silly string, a couple barrels of custard, two dozen assorted silly-tech grenades, half a tapioca pudding, and one
slightly bruised herring (plus whatever else was handy), and via several other encounters on the way he had finally arranged for the last Stormtrooper platoon
and the regrouped remains of the Starfleet Marines to be facing each other. All it needed was a spark.
To both groups horror, the most dreaded object this side of Barney appeared out of the junk lining the hallway, banging its drum.
"It keeps going, and going, and going..."
They tried to resist, they really did, but the urge to KILL was too strong.
The Energiser Bunny disintegrated under the combined fire of the two groups, which then turned on each other.
All the while Eddie watched in electronic glee. With these groups whittled down, there was no longer any single organised group capable of overwhelming his
team. The US Marines were pretty much out at this point thanks to the Rockhound/Roughriders/Jason group.
pay off.
(It should be noted that patience is a trait all Information-based sapients have, merely because their lives are so fast. To even the slowest Infomorph, a
minute to us is a millennium to them. Even Trigon, arguably the LEAST patient AI ever, has the equivalent patience of a Saint when taken in that respect.)
Over the course of several hours Eddie had been working on this scheme. Through the surreptitious use of cracked comms, hijacked drones, Lebia's control of
the Phobos datanet, several miles of silly string, a couple barrels of custard, two dozen assorted silly-tech grenades, half a tapioca pudding, and one
slightly bruised herring (plus whatever else was handy), and via several other encounters on the way he had finally arranged for the last Stormtrooper platoon
and the regrouped remains of the Starfleet Marines to be facing each other. All it needed was a spark.
To both groups horror, the most dreaded object this side of Barney appeared out of the junk lining the hallway, banging its drum.
"It keeps going, and going, and going..."
They tried to resist, they really did, but the urge to KILL was too strong.
The Energiser Bunny disintegrated under the combined fire of the two groups, which then turned on each other.
All the while Eddie watched in electronic glee. With these groups whittled down, there was no longer any single organised group capable of overwhelming his
team. The US Marines were pretty much out at this point thanks to the Rockhound/Roughriders/Jason group.