Chapter Thirteen: The Missed Opportunity

Posted by | September 17, 2017

“How did you know to ssshoot the sssuit?” Boots hissed as he prodded the smoldering remains of the suit. Its ashes still glowed with the residual energy of the assault, but as the heat dissipated the embers faded.

Upon unleashed the full force of their DPS on the suit, the “supervisor” monster crumbled without a fight. Every point of damage done to the suit transferred and amplified the boss until it was rendered into a twitching pile of wreckage in the middle of the floor. After it collapsed, Helvetica, Boots, and Rocky-Road kicked its pieces around the room and into the hallway for good measure.

It wasn’t coming back.

“Something the cook said,” Helvetica replied. She looked around the manager’s office. “I suppose this means we control the ship now?”

Rocky-Road swished her tail and sauntered over to the desk. With a hmph she swept some of the debris from the fight off the …


Chapter Twelve: Subscription Cancelled – The Helvetica Voyage

Posted by | July 31, 2015

“I sssay we just ssshoot it, Captain,” Boots hissed.

“I am inclined to agree,” Helvetica said to him. As the conversation continued, she poked through the reply options, grinding her teeth. “Does this dialogue ever end? It’s like I’m playing a Foundry mission. Which one of these conversation trees leads to ‘a gunfight ensues.’” A few more clicks through blocks of text (that she’d already read) and she finally found something that she liked.

“I was sent by upper management, they are not happy with your numbers. Stand down and I promise to be gentle with the audit.”

“Good one,” Rocky-Road said.

“Resistance detected,” the Borg creature said. “Hard sell mode engaged.”

Rocky-Road blinked and hissed with a sharp intake of breath. “I…don’t think it believed you.”

The supervisor gestured towards the window and the USS Oxford. Outside the Borg sphere, the tractor beam glow increased in intensity and the starship shuddered as bulkheads began to …