Dracus
08-13-2006, 01:49 AM
((Somtime before season 8 of Stargate, and a little after season 2 :p From the eyes of Aaron Belsky))
Where am I...
Wait.. Im in the shooting museum again... Whoever gets the Mona Lisa gets 12 points more... hah...
"Dangit Colonel, Pick up the gun and shoot the artwork!"
That was Army General Hammond yelling at me again... Ill show him..
I picked up the Koopa Gun and took aim
I unloaded on the first painting and statue whos poor frames entered my sights. Koopa shells flew out, the swish of air as they flew toward their targets. Upon impact of the artwork, the statues blew up in a blaze of Pocky, Destroying the artwork.
"Is that a joke Colonel Aaron Belsky? Is that the best that youve got? Why, when I commanded stargate command, I saw my doctors aim better! Now either you give me results, or I get someone who can handle alien artwork better." Ridiculed General Hammond
Id show him...
"Yes Sir!" I yelled back
I saw the Mona Lisa and David coming in sight on rockets. Once I lined them up, another pocky blast and id have them
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Just had to line up the shot...
eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeee
Here they come....
eeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeee
Oh god... What is that sound... Is it an enemy artwork or... or... Ronald McDonald coming to...
eeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeee
"Colonel, are you trying to waste my time?" Yelled the General
eeeeeeee eeEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEE
"Yes sir I... Bears... what? The..." I mumbled as I tried to get a shot. The mona lisa was laughing at me..
EEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEE
"AAAAAH!" I screamed as I quickley sat up into the ceiling, Banging my head in a very painful way.
"EEEEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEE EEE" Screamed the alarm clock
"Yeah yeah yeah...," I mumbled as I ripped out the plug to the clock
I sighed, sat back down on the bed, and looked around. My apartment wasnt a big spectacle to behold. Uncleaned... everything, broken fan, two rooms, one bathroom, a bed right below a very low ceiling. Clothes and mission reports sprawled out everywhere. I had been at the base for a while, but still... I may have spawned a new creature with this mess of mine.
I recolected on my dream. Not the weirdest ive had, but still pretty out there. I figure my subconcious took my hate of art, handling in weapons, want to be a colonel, meeting General Hammond, old drill sargent,playing Mario and Goldeneye last night, and eating of pocky and combinded them into a dream of mind.
Ronald McDonald? Oh, and the alien thing probably was from Stargate. Stargate, my god... I was transferred into the program after my excellent proformance in Weapons and good knowledge of Science. I guess they figured I would make a good addition to a team called "SG-32"
From the mission reports, they went on a few missions before one of their men was caught in an ambush. Lets just say i'm his replacement.
The team im joining consists of 3 other people- Colonel Peter Kingston, squad leader, 1st leutenant Jamie Carlington, pretty much good all around, and 2nd leutenant Lisa Alexander, the squads Archeologist and Scientist.
Im not sure what to think of them. From what ive read, im suprised any of them could ever get along. Kingston is insubordinant many times, acts very harshly to those he doesent know, and yet has made it to colenal. Carlington rarley talks, and her previous supiriors have said that she looks like she hates everything. And alexander wont stop talking, gets distracted easily, cant handle a gun too well, but is extremley smart.
And hey, lets top that off to the fact theyve told me I get to fight Aliens. Snakes that inhabit a hosts body, and weapons that could burn right through me. Theyve got spaceships and a thousand years worth of knowledge to use the stargates, and greatly outpower the earth.
I sighed again, and got dressed. Time to head to my new work....
(( To be continued... : o)
Where am I...
Wait.. Im in the shooting museum again... Whoever gets the Mona Lisa gets 12 points more... hah...
"Dangit Colonel, Pick up the gun and shoot the artwork!"
That was Army General Hammond yelling at me again... Ill show him..
I picked up the Koopa Gun and took aim
I unloaded on the first painting and statue whos poor frames entered my sights. Koopa shells flew out, the swish of air as they flew toward their targets. Upon impact of the artwork, the statues blew up in a blaze of Pocky, Destroying the artwork.
"Is that a joke Colonel Aaron Belsky? Is that the best that youve got? Why, when I commanded stargate command, I saw my doctors aim better! Now either you give me results, or I get someone who can handle alien artwork better." Ridiculed General Hammond
Id show him...
"Yes Sir!" I yelled back
I saw the Mona Lisa and David coming in sight on rockets. Once I lined them up, another pocky blast and id have them
beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
Just had to line up the shot...
eeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeee
Here they come....
eeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeee
Oh god... What is that sound... Is it an enemy artwork or... or... Ronald McDonald coming to...
eeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeee eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee eeeeeee
"Colonel, are you trying to waste my time?" Yelled the General
eeeeeeee eeEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEEEEE EEE
"Yes sir I... Bears... what? The..." I mumbled as I tried to get a shot. The mona lisa was laughing at me..
EEEE EEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEE
"AAAAAH!" I screamed as I quickley sat up into the ceiling, Banging my head in a very painful way.
"EEEEEE EEEEEEEEE EEEEEE EEEEEEEE EEE" Screamed the alarm clock
"Yeah yeah yeah...," I mumbled as I ripped out the plug to the clock
I sighed, sat back down on the bed, and looked around. My apartment wasnt a big spectacle to behold. Uncleaned... everything, broken fan, two rooms, one bathroom, a bed right below a very low ceiling. Clothes and mission reports sprawled out everywhere. I had been at the base for a while, but still... I may have spawned a new creature with this mess of mine.
I recolected on my dream. Not the weirdest ive had, but still pretty out there. I figure my subconcious took my hate of art, handling in weapons, want to be a colonel, meeting General Hammond, old drill sargent,playing Mario and Goldeneye last night, and eating of pocky and combinded them into a dream of mind.
Ronald McDonald? Oh, and the alien thing probably was from Stargate. Stargate, my god... I was transferred into the program after my excellent proformance in Weapons and good knowledge of Science. I guess they figured I would make a good addition to a team called "SG-32"
From the mission reports, they went on a few missions before one of their men was caught in an ambush. Lets just say i'm his replacement.
The team im joining consists of 3 other people- Colonel Peter Kingston, squad leader, 1st leutenant Jamie Carlington, pretty much good all around, and 2nd leutenant Lisa Alexander, the squads Archeologist and Scientist.
Im not sure what to think of them. From what ive read, im suprised any of them could ever get along. Kingston is insubordinant many times, acts very harshly to those he doesent know, and yet has made it to colenal. Carlington rarley talks, and her previous supiriors have said that she looks like she hates everything. And alexander wont stop talking, gets distracted easily, cant handle a gun too well, but is extremley smart.
And hey, lets top that off to the fact theyve told me I get to fight Aliens. Snakes that inhabit a hosts body, and weapons that could burn right through me. Theyve got spaceships and a thousand years worth of knowledge to use the stargates, and greatly outpower the earth.
I sighed again, and got dressed. Time to head to my new work....
(( To be continued... : o)