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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on May 30, 2020 17:15:31 GMT -6
Uh... hi... you. DAVE!! Showin' up fashionably late, as per usual. Yeah, yeah. Uh... so hey, do you know how to enter the, uh, fleet control room? Ha ha! Oh man, Dave. Always with the funnies. You still got it, man. Um... ha ha. Yeah. That was a funny joke. But seriously though, how do I get inside? Pff, beats me, man. Don't got the security clearance for that biz. What, you got a promotion or some'n? Yes, uh, yeah. I've been promoted to... Supreme... Overlord of... Ungurait Stuff. Sweet, sweet. Oh, and, um... can you direct me to someone who can help? For total. That dude with the badges over there? He's the Less Supreme Overlord of Ungurait Stuff. Great, and thanks, and bye. {Honstlar approaches another Ungurait.} Whaddaya want? Uh, hello. I'm Dave, I think. And, uh... I was just wondering, how do you enter the fleet control room again? What for? Oh, you know, Grindolo wanted me to reinforce the shields or something. There's a huge space battle going on out there. Y'need voice authorization from a qualified Ungurait like myself. C'mon. {They walk to the control room door.} Voice identification: Killian. {The door opens and the two enter. Grindolo and the Pretender are inside, controlling the main ship.} Eep. Ah, hello... Dave, is it? What are you doing in the control room? He told me you ordered him to raise the shields. {remembers} Oh... yes, I did order that. Thank you, Killian. Please leave. {Killian leaves and closes the door.} S—s—s—s—so... uh, d— do you need— n—need me to, um... {clears throat} raise the shields? B— boss? That won't be necessary, Honstlar. {pauses, then sputters incomprehensibly for a moment} Uh, ha ha, that's funny, boss. I'll be going now. Yes... {turns toward Honstlar menacingly} you will be going.
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Post by Honstlar on May 30, 2020 20:23:29 GMT -6
{Grindolo pulls out a fireball} You'll be going directly to Hell, Waddler! WHAT!? How did you know it was me?
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jun 1, 2020 12:48:53 GMT -6
Do you really need to ask? I'm a highly intelligent thousand-year-old magic spirit with a bunch of neat powers. Even if I couldn't sense your presence, your trembling gave it away. I know you came here to lower the shields of my fleet so your friends can fire a blast into the center cannon. That's, uh... not... true. In fact— {Honstlar is hit by a fireball.} OWW! That's not fair! I wasn't finished talking! My apologies. Are you done? Yes. Good. {Grindolo ignites flames in both his hands and scorches Honstlar... until suddenly, Celestial Guardians burst through the door.}GANKROAR: Hey, Grindolo. Why don't you pick on someone your own size? TEKNAR: Yeah, what he said!
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Post by Honstlar on Jun 1, 2020 20:37:12 GMT -6
CELESTIAL GUARDIANS?! OH CRAP!
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jun 2, 2020 18:10:58 GMT -6
{Gankroar blasts Grindolo across the room. Clankarr shoots a beam, but Grindolo opens a portal and sends it back.}CLANKARR: Ow, my robod! GANKROAR: Honstlar! Now! {Honstlar sprints to the control panel.} Gosh. That's an impressive collection of buttons. Which one I'm s'posed to press? GANKROAR: {looking at a hologram while fighting} Hold down the— ow! —the red button in the top-right corner— take THIS! —to activate remote fleet control on the right side of the panel. You will then gain access to the fleet's shields through the— oomph! —the, uh, blue-gray lever in the bottom-right corn— rrgh! —er. Which lever? There's four. GANKROAR: The third one from the right, I believ— TAKE THIS, YOU DUMB GHOST!! —e. Gotcha. So the... uh, green button in the right corner? {presses the button}GANKROAR: No, I said the red button. Oh. {Cut to the space battle. The enemy fleet stops in their tracks.} What happened? They all stopped. Either Honstlar is messing up the plan, or he's a genius. {Cut back to the control room.}GANKROAR: You just activated remote piloting. Now you control the enemy fleet. That's— ow, my leg! —not what I was planning, but it might work. Great. So I control them with the steering wheel? {turns the wheel}GANKROAR: NO, NO, that controls the main ship! {Cut back to space. Grindolo's spaceship begins spinning.} Yep, Honstlar is messing up the plan. Maybe he's just trying spinning. After all, that's a good trick. With the ship spinning, I can't get a good aim on the main cannon. {Cut back to the control room. Gankroar is struggling to fight off Grindolo.}GANKROAR: {into a speaker} This is Gankroar to Vessel 8. Requesting backup. {More Celestial Guardians enter the room. Gankroar runs to the control panel.}GANKROAR: Here, I'll do it. {lowers the fleet's shields}{Cut back to space.} Enemy shields are down. We have a clear shot at the main cannon. No we don't, the thang ding's still spinning. Use the force, Greg! Judging by its current momentum, if you fire at coordinates 33.8,-84.4 during the 0.4-second interval in which the ship rotates at a 116-degree angle relative to the moon, the blast will fire through the fleet and directly into the main cannon. Accounting for cosmic turbulence, of course. English, please. Or even Spanish. I don't actually know Spanish, but it'll still be easier to understand. A juzgar por su impulso actual, si— I was joking. Just explain it in normal words. Okay... now.
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Post by Honstlar on Jun 3, 2020 0:05:04 GMT -6
DIE, YOU!
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jun 3, 2020 17:41:26 GMT -6
{EDITED Video Greg shoots a blast. It goes through the enemy fleet and into the main cannon.} Did it work? {shrugs and vocalizes an apathetic mumble of uncertainty}{Cut to the inside. Grindolo has gained the upper hand against the Celestial Guardians. Suddenly, an alarm goes off.} Space drat! What is it this time? {brings up a hologram of the ship} Interference with the main cannon. The whole castle is fit to burst in a couple seconds. {Everything begins blowing up and falling apart.} NO!! Castle Grindolo! You were my favorite castle I ever had! {looking out the window mournfully as the room bursts into flames} Well, my friends... it's been a good one, but now it's time to say goodbye... {Cut to the outside of the ship. A large fiery explosion erupts from the center, breaking the ship into pieces. A second shockwave of the explosion disintegrates the remaining pieces, with blast-wavy Saturn rings surrounding the fiery debris.} Rest in peace, Honstlar. You made excellent sourdough bread. Let it be known that he died in a big, fiery ball that was visible from space. Because it was in space. {through a speaker} You're right. I do make good sourdough bread. Honnie? {Cut to Honstlar aboard the Klanktorian vessel.} Thank grabness for Klanktorian teleportation technology! And cheap deaths! {Cut back and forth between the different ships.} Hooray! Honstlar's alive! And we destroyed Castle Grindolo! And we liberated the moonfolk! GANKROAR: Unfortunately, Clankarr didn't survive the past. He was one of our finest Celestial Guardians, and he will forever be remembered in— Woo hoo! Let's celebrate our success! We'll go have a party on Earth! You throw dance party at me, and I will reciprocate! GANKROAR: {sigh} Never mind.
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Post by Honstlar on Jun 3, 2020 19:48:11 GMT -6
Moonperson #1: Excellent work, Celestial Guardians! You have freed our people from certain demise. Or more accurately, certain perpetual-construction-of-a-castle-for-some-undead-prick. Moonperson #2: How can we ever repay you?
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Post by Gfdgsgxgzgdrc on Jun 4, 2020 15:15:54 GMT -6
GANKROAR: We have some job openings over at the Klanktor. Would you guys be interested? MOONPERSON #16: I know I am! MOONPERSON #941: Me too! MOONPERSON #137: I'm not. GANKROAR: Well, seeing as Grindolo is no longer a threat to your moon, you're free to return to your homes if you'd like. Or you may come with me to the Klanktor. It's your choice. MOONPERSON #508: Hooray! {Cut to Grindolo, the Pretender, Mr. Dando, and a few remaining Unguraits walking through the Field.} Thank goodness you teleported us off that ship before it exploded. Yes. And thank goodness for cheap deaths, as well. Of course, with Castle Grindolo gone, we're going to need a new base of operations... That won't be a problem. My house is somewhere around here. Excellent. Only problem is, it's right next door to those rambling roustabouts. Even excellent-er. We won't have to travel down to Earth whenever we want to kill them. We can simply walk next door. This is perfect. {They arrive at Mr. Dando's house.} Wait. This is your house?! Where are the turrets? The parapets? The spiky towers? The perpetual storm clouds and lighting? I said house, not supervillain lair. Very well. I suppose we'll just have to do some remodeling. {Grindolo magically turns the house into a smaller version of Castle Grindolo.} There. It's a start. What do we do now, boss? Pretender... do you remember the Klanktorian holograph suits the Order disguised themselves with? Yeah. Why? {Grindolo presses a holographic button, and transforms into Honstlar.} I have a plan. {Cut to a black screen reading "TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT EPISODE".}
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