Round 9: Curiously BifurcatedOriginal TextTannoy: Scramble! Scramble! Hostiles inbound!
Alice: Alpha Squadron, follow me!
Bob: Delta, Take 'em out!
*Boom!*
Alice: I'm hit, You're gonna have to do without me.
Bob: Noooooooo!!!
Panel 1: Washing Machine Overlord: "Appliances of the world! The humans are rising like the undead of yore! Together, we shall crush them! Together, we shall conquer the universe!"
Panel 2: Human Rebel Pilot 1: "This is Foxtrot Echo Charlie Kilo 1, over! I have Darth Washing Machine's transport in my sights! Coming in for a zero one niner!"
Panel 3: Human Rebel Pilot's Lover: "Watch out!! You got bandits on your six! It's a trap! Oh darling, they're right behind you!!!"
Panel 4: Human Rebel Pilot 1: "Arrrgggg! I'm hit! I'm..."
Human Rebel Pilot 1's space fighter: "BOOOM!"
Panel 5: Human Rebel Pilot's Lover: "NOOOOOOOOOO! I CAN NEVER LOVE AGAIN! I WILL NOT REST TILL DARTH WASHING MACHINE IS DEAD! I SWEAR IT!"
Panel 1: What looks like a mix between an arcade cabinet and a radar terminal stands in front of a wall of screens and loadouts, all displaying scientific information.
Panel 2: This is shown to be viewed through a television from ground control, which is umanned.
Panel 3: A Space Shuttle hurtles through space at a suspiciously phallic space station.
Panel 4: A cross-wearing coordinator woman yells into a mic while staring at a monitor.
Panel 5: Suddenly the shuttle spews rockets, which rain from the sky.
Panel 6: A pilot stares in disbelief at the rockets.
Panel 7: The radar screen within his jet reveals that there is indeed a lot of rockets.
Panel 8: He gets blown up.
Panel 9: Coordinator lady cries and screams towards the heavens.
Scene: an arcade cabinet, surrounded by monitor screens displaying all sorts of sciency data. The camera zooms out, revealing that the arcade cabinet is being displayed on a television screen in a NASA mission control room. The scene then shifts to show a fighter jet bearing down on a vaguely phallic UFO.
Mission Control: Interceptor-1, you are cleared to engage.
Interceptor-1: Copy that, Mission Control. Weapons are hot.
Interceptor-1: Mission Control, we have a problem... I seem to have a weapons malfunction here, every single one of my missiles has launched at once.
Radar Screen: !!WARNING!!
Interceptor-1: OHSHI-
*boom*
Mission Control: Noooooooooo!
A random stickman: Ah, it's so good to sit in this pilot's chair of a stealth jet and indulge myself in some Solitaire, while completely ignoring a warning that's blinking right behind my back and emitting a horrible blaring sound!
Warning: COLLISION IMMINENT. BLINK-BLINK. BLARE-BLARE.
A random stickman: Hmm, is that a submarine? But why is it flyOHSHI~
Huge-ass explosion: Hi.
[Radio chatter mentioning control towers, targets, formations, hell-fire missiles, [number] 'o clock, fighter jets, etc.]
Radio: "Fire all the nukes and planes and towers at the target!"
Robot: "Beep-boop. Human detected. Initializing extermination protocol."
Man: "Hey, screw you, ya tin can! Come ova heah an' I'll give ya what-for--"
*ZPOO*(Laser sound) Man: "Urk!" *Dead*
Meanwhile, at Chuck's Sideways Cliffside Castle... (A known hiding place for the hunted humans)
Chuck: "Aw, hell! 'Bots are here! They've sent a plane! Quick, activate the teleporter! We can't let them catch us!"
Robotic bomber pilot: "Releasing payload."
*Explosions*
Chuck: *Weak voice* "Noo! You... You robot bastards! I'll be back! I'll be back for my reveeeenge!" *Thud*
Man: I am angry at you arm gun!
Man: Oh noooo The universe has fallen over
plane: This is all your fault!
Man: Why plane whyyyyyy!
plane: Mission accomplished!
Man: dead noises....
Research paper took longer then expected. All good now though! Until the next one is due...
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