I'll go with my standard "Sterling Silvers". Heck, if you need a bad guy- I love bad guy roles :D

SI

If he's Ardent Enthusiast, I'll be Luke Warm

Prince Jeeber of Surinam?

You're already taken care of, Buttercup. ;)

Suh-weet! :D

Jeeber is my XO.

Somwhere in the Caribbean
May, 2040


The Eisenhower had two brand new nuclear reactors installed after it was purchased by Constantine Hilton. They were three times as efficient as the ones the Navy had been using. When Kristin began her experiment, she had to convince engineering to increase the output to over 80% on each reactor. They objected, but were overruled by Daddy.

Quantum physics required a lot of energy, and a lot of computing power. Kristin had a data center on board that rivaled that of any major university, and her lab space (which was once a set of tennis courts) was now brimming with machinery. She had made a great theoretical discovery that had worked out in simulations over the course of the last few months, but now it was time to test it.

***

Franklin landed on the flight deck of the Poopdeck and was greeted by a familiar face. Communications and Intelligence Officer JeebieD Mack had played tight end for the Scorpions for 7 years prior to a knee injury that ended his career. Not having football had been hard on Mack. He quickly blew everything he’d earned on booze and hookers. Franklin had heard of his plight and had traveled to Cabo San Lucas to find Mack in a drunken stupor keeping company with an overweight prostitute named “Buttercup.” After getting him sobered up, he’d offered Mack a post on the Poopdeck, and he accepted.

Lieutenant Mack had quickly become one of Captain Flint’s most resourceful officers, between working with Dr. Krupp on an android parrot named Skydog, and finding ways to hack into enemy vessel’s ships and cripple them without firing a shot. He took perverse pleasure in broadcasting Ride of the Valkyries over a target ship’s intercom system while the Poopdeck was on final approach.

“Welcome aboard, Mr. Brown. What brings you here?” Mack greeted Franklin as he stepped out of his helicopter.

“Nice to see you, Jeebs. I’ve got a new mission for you guys. I’ll need to speak to Ardent, and then we’ll have a meeting a little later on.” Nobody really knew the fate of the Poopdeck at this point – although Ardent probably suspected.

Franklin met Ardent in his office and went over the plan. The Poopdeck was no longer needed on a full-time basis. She would be docked at a private location in Baja California, and her crew would be given the option of retirement (they had all earned enough to be quite wealthy by now) or taking jobs within one of Franklin’s many businesses, including the Scorpions. Ardent actually took it pretty well.

“Well, damn. I was just getting to like having the parrot around.” Ardent mused. The robotic parrot – which was indistinguishable from an actual live bird – squawked its agreement.

“Yeah, I know. I half expected you to be sporting an eyepatch and a cutlass by now.” Franklin replied.

“I’ve got the cutlass in my cabin. Wanna see?”

“No, that’s alright. Anyway, I figure we can keep the Poopdeck and her crew ready and on-call in the event of an emergency, but right now, there’s really not much point in continuing her mission. The State Department is in heavy negotiations with many of our Eastern rivals, and it would make things go much smoother if we stopped picking off oceanliners for the time being.”

“I get that. So, what do you have for me and the crew?”

Franklin produced a handheld computer. The Poopdeck had a crew of 7. Franklin had new jobs lined up for each of them, if they were interested:

• Captain Flint (Ardent) – Offered the post of Director of Operations, Scorpion Defense, Inc. A lofty title that basically meant that he would be in charge of negotiating defense contracts with the United States Military.
• Ted – Hibernation. He’s an android. He doesn’t mind.
• Dr. Rudolph Krupp – Already had a standing offer as director of research for Scorpion Defense, Inc. Declined initially to remain on board the Poopdeck.
• Sterling Silvers – Serves as the cook aboard the Poopdeck. Has a way with the ladies. Offered a position with the Scorpions football club as a college scout.
• Luke Warm – Ex CIA, discharged for personality disorder. Ardent keeps him around for “all the crazy shit I can’t get anyone else to do.” Offered a job as Scorpions chief of security.
• Nick “Deacon” Noonan – Former Air Force pilot, flies the chopper when necessary, helmsman of the Poopdeck. Offered a position as a test pilot for Scorpion Defense, Inc.
• JeebieD “Buttercup” Mack – Offered a job with the Scorpions as Director of Media Relations.

Ardent looked over the list of names and jobs for his crew and nodded. “OK. I’ll get the fellas together so we can go over this with them. I can tell you right now Luke is probably going to go ballistic – he enjoys this way too much.”

Franklin nodded. “Well, they’ve all made enough money to retire comfortably. I just hate having to fire someone outright if I can help it.”

***

Kristin flipped the switched marked “Master Power” that seemed to be wired to about fifty rack-mounted devices. Machines hummed to life, and suddenly, the lights on the Eisenhower dimmed and the ship began losing speed. There was a bright spark of electricity over a platform in the center of the room, and then nothing. Everything returned to normal. Kristen walked over to her computer terminal to analyze the data.

***

Franklin was in the midst of briefing the crew of the Poopdeck on their retirement schedule when the red alert klaxon and lights went off. Everyone jumped up from their seats and rushed to the bridge. There was already a video feed open on the main viewer. John was on the line.

“Franklin, we have a major situation.” He reported.

“What?” Franklin replied.

“Somebody just opened a black hole in the Caribbean.”

Mack snapped his fingers. “I KNEW that stuff about the Bermuda Triangle was true!”

Franklin shook his head. “Please explain what that means, and why that’s a bad thing.”

Dr. Krupp interrupted. “If someone has discovered how to artificially create a black hole, the implications could be staggering – if controlled, it could be the greatest weapon of mass destruction we’ve ever seen. If not, it could simply swallow the Earth whole. We don’t know enough about how they work in nature, to say nothing of what they could do in a laboratory environment.”

John replied. “Dr. Krupp is correct. This could also have temporal implications as well.”

Oh, great. Franklin thought. “Alright. Is it still active?”

“No, it was only on for a second. Somebody’s testing their theory. It’s only a matter of time before they fire it up again, possibly with greater things in mind.”

“OK. Send us the coordinates. We’re in the South Pacific right now, but at full steam, we can be there in a day or so.”

I love booze and hookers!!!

Wow, Jeeber IS my XO. I can call 'em.

SkyDog = parrot. How did I not see THIS coming?

Ooh a black hole in the Carribbean. ::drums fingers together a la Mr. Burns:: Excellent.

/tk

Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I love you, TOMORROW!!!

Remember tomorrow.

Remember tomorrow.

We are the pirates who don't do anything
We just stay at home, and lie around
And if you ask us, to do anything
We'll just tell you, we don't do anything

Well I've never been to Greenland
And I've never been to Denver
And I've never buried treasure in St. Louie or St. Paul
And I've never been to Moscow
And I've never been to Tampa
And I've never been to Boston in the fall

We are the pirates who don't do anything
We just stay at home, and lie around
And if you ask us, to do anything
We'll just tell you, we don't do anything

And I never hoist the main sail
And I've never swabbed the poop deck
And I've never veered to starboard, cause I've never sail at all
And I've never walked the gang plank
And I've never owned a parrot.
And I've never been to Boston in the fall

We are the pirates who don't do anything
We just stay at home, and lie around
And if you ask us, to do anything
We'll just tell you, we don't do anything

I've never plucked a rooster
And I am not too good at ping-pong
And I've never thrown my mashed potatoes up against the wall
And I've never kissed a chipmunk,
And I've never gotten head lice
And I have never been to Boston in the fall

We don't know what he did
But we're down with captain kidd
We don't wake up before lunch
But we all eat captain crunch
We don't smoke, we don't chew
We watch captain kangaroo

And I've never licked a spark-plug
And I've never sniffed a stink bug
And I've never painted daisies on a big red rubber ball
And I've never bathed in yogurt
And I don't look good in leggings
And I've never been to Boston in the fall

We are the pirates who don't do anything
We just stay at home, and lie around
And if you ask us, to do anything
We'll just tell you, we don't do anything

That was a great movie.

So, in case you missed it in the "dictator" thread, my wife tells me I should keep this up... so I'll see if I can come up with an update sometime this week.

WOO!!!!! Yeah communism!

woo :)

SI

Huzzah!

It was the song, wasn't it?

Yeah, I might have to get some of those veggie tales videos for my kids. ;)

excellllent

The Bermuda Triangle
May, 2040

In order to create a substantial quantum singularity, Kristin would need the full capacity of both of the Eisenhower's nuclear reactors for an extended period of time. The crew, of course, would never allow this - even if her father did own the boat.

Fortunately, the carrier's engines and reactors were located in the lower decks of the rear of the ship, adjacent to Kristin's lab. The only solution was to remove them from the ship.

The operation took three days to stage. Kristin hid high explosives at critical points between bulkheads outside the lab and the engine room. Then she waited until the graveyard shift.

Late at night, the engine and reactor rooms ran with a minimum crew. There were only 8 men to get out of the way. Kristen released an odorless, colorless gas into both compartments. In a short period of time, all 8 men were suddenly stricken with chronic diarrhea. Within minutes, the engine room, reactor room, and Kristen's lab were empty.

Kristen initiated an emergency closure of all the bulkhead doors, and then detonated the explosives. The sound was deafening as all 167 of them went off simultaneously. The effect was swift - the lower rear portion of the carrier simply tore off and sunk. The carefully calculated explosions had left both the severed section and the rest of the ship completely watertight - only now Kristin was sinking to the bottom of the Caribbean with two nuclear reactors. It didn't matter - the compartment would withstand the pressure, and she had enough oxygen to get the job done.

As all hell breaks loose on the carrier.

*drums fingers together a la Mr. Burns*
"Excellent."
*sinister smile*

/tk

The correct term is "steeples fingers". And no, this is not proof that I watch an unhealthy amount of The Simpsons ;)

(EDIT: whoops- noticed a typo in the quote below)

SI

we already knew that.

That Kristen is one conniving little bitch...

Finally finished reading this thread. Awesome writeups.
Is it still going to be around?

FN is still logging in from time to time it appears, so there is hope.

I may decided to revive this dynasty (or start another like it) if there's enough interest... but if I do, it'll be over at the other board.

Log on over there and let me know...

OK... I'm "re-booting" this dynasty. The storyline was getting too complicated for even me to follow.

I encourage those of you who enjoy reading and participating to visit the new thread:

http://p098.ezboard.com/ffofdfrm7.sh...opicID=2.topic

Are you ready for some Quantum Football?

*bump*... update available....

Ok... one last move... click the "Quantum Football" link in my sig.

*bump*

Another update available.

If this latest one doesn't geek you guys out, I give up.

First of all, the direct link to the dynasty doesn't work.

Second of all.

Need.More.Updates.Now!

Yeah, I went through sportsdig to find it, but the direct link in the sig doesn't work.

Hmm... I'll update my sig... thanks for pointing that out.

dude, your sig links are backwards.

Doh!

Thanks... will fix them now... sorry...

no worries.. it was odd going to the horse power dynasty