Kevin's Watch

'The names bond, Bannor Bond,' his stone unemotional, English accent thronged around the room.

'You are a fool to fight against the empire, You must join the dark si-Doh,' shouted Darth Simpson as he stubbed his toe.

Bannor rushed at his enemy, launched a flying kick at his head, the blow struck hard and Darth simpson fell to the floor; upon landing Bannor straightened out his suit.

He had thought the fight was over, but he impassively turned to see Darth Simpson rise to his feet.

'Ha, fool,' cried the rising man. 'Do you not know that I have A syndrome that means My brain has an extra thick prtective.. thingy? Now you will suffer my... other special thingy.'

Darth Simpson raised his hand, a crushing pain lifted Bannor by his throat. Choking he searched for a way out of his predicament; then, he remembered the sandwich in his pocket, he threw it to the ground.

Darth Simpson instantly lost his concentration,'Mmmm, floor sandwich.'

Bannor Bond saw his chance, expressionlesly, he moved towards the escape pod.

'I am your watcher,' said Brinn.

'I don't need watching,' retorted Covenant.

'No, I will look after my beloved,' added Elena.

Brinn cocked an eyebrow at Elena before turning back to Covenant,'we do not trust this witch.'

'We?' enquired covenant looking around him.

The graveyard seemed to close around him. 'Look, I'm no hero.'

'Beloved?' Elena's voice shook

At that moment a grave errupted and a gruesome vampire arose from it's depth.

Brinn was quick to react, he leapt towards the vampire and dealt a blow that sent it reeling into a gravestone; but vampires did not die so easily, it arose unharmed. Brinn showed no fear, or any other emotion as the demon aproached.

'Melenkurion abatha,' cried Elena, as a bolt of power was emmited from her hands and flew towards the vampire.

The vampire was vapourised by the immence force of the blast, only a pile of dust remained were it had stood. Covenant sighed with relief, he turned to Elena. He gasped with dismay as his eyes found her; her eyes shone purest black and her veins bulged under her skin.

'Thomas Covenant,' she cackled,'Unbeliever and vampire slayer, beloved, you will die!'

Another shot of power crackled towards him; but Brinn was quick to react, he threw himself in front of Covenant, caught the blow on his shoulder, he fell to the ground and lay motionless.

'Don't touch me,' refrained the vampire slayer.

Hierachy wrote:'I am your watcher,' said Brinn.
'I don't need watching,' retorted Covenant.
'No, I will look after my beloved,' added Elena.
Brinn cocked an eyebrow at Elena before turning back to Covenant,'we do not trust this witch.'
'We?' enquired covenant looking around him.
The graveyard seemed to close around him. 'Look, I'm no hero.'
'Beloved?' Elena's voice shook
At that moment a grave errupted and a gruesome vampire arose from it's depth.
Brinn was quick to react, he leapt towards the vampire and dealt a blow that sent it reeling into a gravestone; but vampires did not die so easily, it arose unharmed. Brinn showed no fear, or any other emotion as the demon aproached.
'Melenkurion abatha,' cried Elena, as a bolt of power was emmited from her hands and flew towards the vampire.
The vampire was vapourised by the immence force of the blast, only a pile of dust remained were it had stood. Covenant sighed with relief, he turned to Elena. He gasped with dismay as his eyes found her; her eyes shone purest black and her veins bulged under her skin.
'Thomas Covenant,' she cackled,'Unbeliever and vampire slayer, beloved, you will die!'
Another shot of power crackled towards him; but Brinn was quick to react, he threw himself in front of Covenant, caught the blow on his shoulder, he fell to the ground and lay motionless.
'Don't touch me,' refrained the vampire slayer.

HAH!

Was that HAH a "~I'm mocking your pitiful writing skills and imagination" HAH, or was it a "That made me laugh" HAH?


I'm only asking because, although it stated off as comical, I forgot to add the jokes

The crossover arena-part 1
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Mhoram walked quickly forwards, he had an air of importance abot him. Behind him hurried a group of hirebrands, armed with bows and high wood arrows.

A short way ahead the passage opened in to a large, caged, round, arena. Crowds of people stood waiting in noisy anticipation around the outside of the bowl. Around the inside many weapons were scattered; Swords, spears, staffs, bows and arrows, and some that Mhoram did not recognise.

As Mhoram and his companions entered the arena a heavy iron gate slammed down behind them.

Mhoram positioned himself in the middle of the arena, the hirebrands arranged themselves to form a ring around him. Like this they waited, in an ironic contrast to the spectaters.

Then, the air began to distort, faint images appeared to one side of the company. Some of the Hirebrands let out a gasp of shock, as the images quickly materialised into solid form.

Another group now stood in the arena, equall in numbers to Mhorams company. The new group all wore brightly coloured tight fitting clothes; one wore different colours, identifying him as the leader, he was a bald headed man. All of the new group wore strange triangle-shaped badges on their clothes, and they held strange small objects with flashing lights.
Some of them were not human, or grotequly difigured. Thken the leader stepped forwards...

Hierachy wrote:Was that HAH a "~I'm mocking your pitiful writing skills and imagination" HAH, or was it a "That made me laugh" HAH?


I'm only asking because, although it stated off as comical, I forgot to add the jokes

Dude, it was the funny hahahahahha you da man kind of "HAH". hah.

Ultimate x-oxer? 007 Q vs. Star Trek Q. Either way, Q wins.


Nuff said.

dAN wrote:Ultimate x-over? 007 Q vs. Star Trek Q. Either way, Q wins.


Nuff said.

Its hard to argue with your conclusion. As long as Q wins I'm pretty sure Q will be happy. Except that Q might win, in which case Q would be pretty upset. Lets just hope Q wins and that will be the end of it.

clearfrontier wrote:Its hard to argue with your conclusion. As long as Q wins I'm pretty sure Q will be happy. Except that Q might win, in which case Q would be pretty upset. Lets just hope Q wins and that will be the end of it.

Verily, you speak the truth.

Hierachy wrote:The crossover arena-part 1
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Mhoram walked quickly forwards, he had an air of importance abot him. Behind him hurried a group of hirebrands, armed with bows and high wood arrows.

A short way ahead the passage opened in to a large, caged, round, arena. Crowds of people stood waiting in noisy anticipation around the outside of the bowl. Around the inside many weapons were scattered; Swords, spears, staffs, bows and arrows, and some that Mhoram did not recognise.

As Mhoram and his companions entered the arena a heavy iron gate slammed down behind them.

Mhoram positioned himself in the middle of the arena, the hirebrands arranged themselves to form a ring around him. Like this they waited, in an ironic contrast to the spectaters.

Then, the air began to distort, faint images appeared to one side of the company. Some of the Hirebrands let out a gasp of shock, as the images quickly materialised into solid form.

Another group now stood in the arena, equall in numbers to Mhorams company. The new group all wore brightly coloured tight fitting clothes; one wore different colours, identifying him as the leader, he was a bald headed man. All of the new group wore strange triangle-shaped badges on their clothes, and they held strange small objects with flashing lights.
Some of them were not human, or grotequly difigured. Thken the leader stepped forwards...

I was actually expecting Kirk but what are ya gonna do?

"My name is Jean-Luc Picard. We mean you no harm but we will defend ourselves if provoked."

If Scotty were among the Star Fleet personel, Mhoram and his group wouldn't stand a chance. You don't wanna cross Scotty once he's gotten into the Romulan Ale.

Tht was the opening line for part 2 but you've ruined it now

Luke Boxleitner let go of his light saber. Thereafter he let go of the cliff he was holding on to. He fell for what felt like hours. Down, and further down, in the gorge of ZaHaDim. In the back of his mind he saw Kosh closing up on him in his encounter suit. As Kosh approached he seemed to take the form of Lukes father. Luke stared at him in surprise. "Have you always been there for me, father?" From within the encounter suit came the harsh answer. "Luke, I am not your father. I am your uncle."

As the star set behind the planet of ZaHaDim, Zeb had once again sorted everything out and uncle and nephew rode of into the Shadows.

Ylva Kresh wrote:"Have you always been there for me, father?" From within the encounter suit came the harsh answer. "Luke, I am not your father. I am your uncle.".

roflmao!! "i am not your father .. I am .... *long pause* ... your mother"!!!!!

lol .. a babylonian lexx wars x-over .. lol

Hierachy wrote:Tht was the opening line for part 2 but you've ruined it now

I ask forgiveness.

Acctually, it was "Machan" (TV-series, the wild west stuff, from the late 70ties or early 80ies) in the mix, but I cant remember how it was spelled so I left that out...

Sirius Black stared at the blue-robed people in front of him. One of them was speaking.
"Hey, what'id we do wrong? This doesn't look like the guy mom described!"
"The guy mom described is dead. This only makes it worse, as we were trying to summon a woman." It was a girl speaking now.
What am I doing here, with a bunch of kids? Weird kids...
"Hey, he woke up!" A strange, flat voice.
"Where am I?" Sirius asked.
"Well, you're in the Land, in Revelstone, and we summoned you instead of the guy- ow, don't poke me with that!- woman we were trying to summon."
"I am Kylan," the flat voice, which belonged to a boy, "son of Cail and Delighla."
"I'm Emma, an this is Sunnik, my brother. We're Sunder'n Hollian's kids."
"Oh. Well, I'd like to be getting back to my own reality now. I was in the middle of a fight just now, and it's kinda important."
They looked at each other. "Uh," the boy named Kylan said, "we don't know how."

To be continued...

Cromas Tummins wrote:Captain Mhoram of the U.S.S. Revelstone - NCC -54664 Desecration Class Battlecruiser.

wow I shall consider that an alltime crossover classic

TRC wrote:

Cromas Tummins wrote:Captain Mhoram of the U.S.S. Revelstone - NCC -54664 Desecration Class Battlecruiser.

wow I shall consider that an alltime crossover classic

Imagine Mhoram sitting confidently in the command chair. The Revelstone, a mile long and bristling with weapons. Puts a smile on my face every time.

Merinaz wrote:Sirius....

I'm sorry; I just can't take this name seriously.

That one should come back to bite you.