<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:17:14.450-08:00</updated><category term='SoundCloud'/><title type='text'>Captain Koma's Blog of Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Stuff from creative boredom</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-3705329169806340230</id><published>2010-02-17T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:34:28.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quitling: A crazy obsession</title><content type='html'>I do not have this obsession, really I do not. It's just that on my facebook status I put up the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3x3I0BKNTI/AAAAAAAABBA/QCHlmTfHic8/s1600-h/facebook_q2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3x3I0BKNTI/AAAAAAAABBA/QCHlmTfHic8/s400/facebook_q2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439353443242882354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see by those of my "friends" who answered this the content that this blog holds is a big drawcard. Of course I am NOT going to have porn here, its been over done. But what about quilting?&lt;br /&gt;Do a google search on "quilting" and you get 7,890,000 hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too shabby, there's forums and all on quilting. But something was making me a little concerned about quilting and I just could not put my finger on it, until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3x79iA1FoI/AAAAAAAABBY/6y_ruIzID-s/s1600-h/crazy-quilt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3x79iA1FoI/AAAAAAAABBY/6y_ruIzID-s/s400/crazy-quilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439358746989237890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep its a Batman villain - Crazy Quilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;An ex-painter who leads a double life as a master thief, he is blinded by a gunshot wound during a botched robbery. While in prison, he volunteers for an experimental procedure that would restore his vision. There is a side-effect, however: Even though he can see, he can only see in blinding, disorienting colors. This drives him insane, and he adopts the identity of &lt;b&gt;Crazy-Quilt&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://batman.wikia.com/wiki/Crazy_Quilt"&gt;Batman Wiki &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;So yeah I'll take a pass on quilting right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-3705329169806340230?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3705329169806340230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=3705329169806340230' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/3705329169806340230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/3705329169806340230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/quitling-obsession.html' title='Quitling: A crazy obsession'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3x3I0BKNTI/AAAAAAAABBA/QCHlmTfHic8/s72-c/facebook_q2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-856592903807236977</id><published>2010-02-16T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:35:35.948-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/8/845/Z5VY000Z/tom-everhart-peanuts-charlie-brown-and-snoopy-dog-breath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/8/845/Z5VY000Z/tom-everhart-peanuts-charlie-brown-and-snoopy-dog-breath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a dog and she is good company but as all dogs do she has really bad breath. Also as befits all dogs she is overtly loving and has no understanding of "personal space". Put these two together and you end up with an experience that you know is both disgusting and cute at the same time. Of course the answer to dog breath is found on the internets &lt;a href="http://www.dogguide.net/improve-dogs-breath.php"&gt;(How to Inprove the Smell of your Dogs Breath&lt;/a&gt;) yay! What is also found is an array of funny pictures about "dog breath".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/3/22/128822292234401513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2009/3/22/128822292234401513.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mly/lowres/mlyn221l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mly/lowres/mlyn221l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/9/11/128656613424716012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 319px;" src="http://images.icanhascheezburger.com/completestore/2008/9/11/128656613424716012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh and this is my Dog included in my Dadaist videos available on the&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/screamingmonnkey"&gt; scremingmonnkey channel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFW4PYQwV-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFW4PYQwV-s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-856592903807236977?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/856592903807236977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=856592903807236977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/856592903807236977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/856592903807236977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/dog-breath.html' title='Dog Breath'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8240606466273786282</id><published>2010-02-15T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T16:04:59.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Hero Squad : Finally a show about heroes I can watch with my Nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://toonbarn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/super-hero-squad-set-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 352px;" src="http://toonbarn.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/super-hero-squad-set-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! The theme is a cool one and the best bit is that they get the whole idea of what makes a super hero show for little kids. This has a slightly obscure situation (an infinity sword that reminds me of another show cough! &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blackstar_%28TV_series%29"&gt;blackstar&lt;/a&gt;) with the heroes after crystals, trying to get them before Doctor Doom does. But why pick on it, have a look at the opening credits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXzHv-9WGsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qXzHv-9WGsc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fun stuff I like it. So will my nephew and his mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8240606466273786282?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8240606466273786282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8240606466273786282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8240606466273786282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8240606466273786282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-hero-squad-finally-show-about.html' title='Super Hero Squad : Finally a show about heroes I can watch with my Nephew'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-4962933023804936094</id><published>2010-02-14T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:43:18.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Hair : Things a white Australian didn't know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thatblackgirlsite.com/thatblackgirlblogs/tbgs-year-in-review-3-the-creamy-crack-debate/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 580px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.thatblackgirlsite.com/wp-content/uploadfiles/good-hair-chris-rock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this while roaming the internets. &lt;a href="http://www.goodhairdvd.com/"&gt;Good Hair&lt;/a&gt; is a documentary that didn't make it down here in Oz, so I thought I'd check it out. Well, this white ozzie got a whole load of information he didn't know anything about. It was like that time when I worked out who "shorty" was.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I did a youtoob search and found the trailier for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m-4qxz08So&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1m-4qxz08So&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a whole heap of fun. If you want to read more about "the crazy crack" try &lt;a href="http://www.thatblackgirlsite.com/thatblackgirlblogs/tbgs-year-in-review-3-the-creamy-crack-debate/"&gt;That Black Girl Site&lt;/a&gt; for more stuff that you didn't know cause you're white and male.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-4962933023804936094?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4962933023804936094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=4962933023804936094' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4962933023804936094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4962933023804936094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-hair-things-white-australian-didnt.html' title='Good Hair : Things a white Australian didn&apos;t know'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-5663528221415493688</id><published>2010-02-13T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:36:36.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Songs - Illy - Red Light Green Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OCZR9chlnQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3OCZR9chlnQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-5663528221415493688?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5663528221415493688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=5663528221415493688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5663528221415493688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5663528221415493688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-songs-illy-red-light-green.html' title='Saturday Songs - Illy - Red Light Green Light'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6119942355519780963</id><published>2010-02-13T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:29:48.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Songs - on a slow burn</title><content type='html'>Have you ever heard a song that just never gets to that big moment and just burns all the way through. Like this one Chase that feeling from the hilltop hoods. Unfortunately embedding isn't allowed from the hoods, just got to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uq8PyyMbrYQ"&gt;Chase that feeling&lt;/a&gt; on youtube. This song burns but never actually explodes into some huge unleashing of the emotions that have been sung about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrorshow are not as big as the hoods (and have no videoclip as yet) so they allow embeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dpga9ichLFg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dpga9ichLFg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song also is on the slow burn, I kind of like this style. You never actually get to the emotional release that many songs have as their chorus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6119942355519780963?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6119942355519780963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6119942355519780963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6119942355519780963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6119942355519780963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/saturday-songs-on-slow-burn.html' title='Saturday Songs - on a slow burn'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-4376768665103113546</id><published>2010-02-12T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:48:17.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs to watch : BecomingJennie</title><content type='html'>Okay slightly serious tone here now  cause this is the blog of Jennie Ketchem who's stage name was Penny Flame. Yes that looks like a porn name and that's what she used to do. Here it is in her words.&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div id="content_wrapper"&gt;    &lt;div id="content"&gt;         &lt;div class="post-2 page hentry category-good-days post" id="post-2"&gt;     &lt;h1&gt;“Who in the world am I? Ah, That’s the great puzzle.”&lt;/h1&gt;      &lt;div class="entrytext"&gt;       &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My name is Jennie Ketcham. You may not know me, may not be interested in me at all. Which is all fine, because only recently have I started to get to know myself, have I answered to the name Jennie, have I been interested in who I am. Since 2001, I’ve been using the stage name Penny Flame, and at some point in my career in the adult business, I forgot Jennie exists. Forgot what Jennie stands for. Forgot everything as it pertains to me.(&lt;a href="http://becomingjennie.wordpress.com/about/"&gt;read the rest click here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Porn is a subject that polarises opinions on whether it is okay or permissible or evil. Jennie is not against it, but, has seen how it was bad for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.becomingjennie.com/"&gt;BecomingJennie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-4376768665103113546?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4376768665103113546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=4376768665103113546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4376768665103113546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4376768665103113546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogs-to-watch-becomingjennie.html' title='Blogs to watch : BecomingJennie'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2799474954227298950</id><published>2010-02-11T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:10:45.001-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another lesson to learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2009/5/23/633786962906216820-learnthedifference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 800px; height: 600px;" src="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2009/5/23/633786962906216820-learnthedifference.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2799474954227298950?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2799474954227298950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2799474954227298950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2799474954227298950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2799474954227298950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-lesson-to-learn.html' title='Another lesson to learn'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-4995821988802751625</id><published>2010-02-11T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T20:58:47.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's truth out there</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2008/6/12/633488946025487954-righteous.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 512px;" src="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2008/6/12/633488946025487954-righteous.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-4995821988802751625?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4995821988802751625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=4995821988802751625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4995821988802751625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4995821988802751625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/theres-truth-out-there.html' title='There&apos;s truth out there'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8161009289195467118</id><published>2010-02-10T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T18:05:52.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs to watch : Buffalog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cowshell.com/buffalog/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 601px; height: 122px;" src="http://cowshell.com/buffalog/wp-content/themes/tarski/headers/buffalog01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://cowshell.com/buffalog/"&gt;Buffalog&lt;/a&gt; by Mike Maihack - Just lovely art work that deserves a wider audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cowshell.com/uploads/sketch_cards/thumbs/psylocke01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 218px;" src="http://www.cowshell.com/uploads/sketch_cards/thumbs/psylocke01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With stuff like this just flowing all through the blog its a joy to go through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cowshell.com/uploads/other/thumbs/fluttering_santas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.cowshell.com/uploads/other/thumbs/fluttering_santas01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8161009289195467118?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8161009289195467118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8161009289195467118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8161009289195467118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8161009289195467118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogs-to-watch-buffalog.html' title='Blogs to watch : Buffalog'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7035353615299389319</id><published>2010-02-10T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:23:13.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mysterio should have said....</title><content type='html'>In Amazing Spider-Man #620 we have the end of the Mysterio caper, yes it ends here thats no spoiler, but, there's a bit where maybe Mysterio should have said something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mysterio says (yes that's Mysterio sans-fish bowl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3NbQ2u1uZI/AAAAAAAABAY/EubMkdnbGog/s1600-h/mysteriosaid.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3NbQ2u1uZI/AAAAAAAABAY/EubMkdnbGog/s320/mysteriosaid.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436789520294328722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course that's all fine and dandy but I think he should have said the following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3NbtJcyCcI/AAAAAAAABAg/-F6YoTvgxDo/s1600-h/mysteriosshouldsay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3NbtJcyCcI/AAAAAAAABAg/-F6YoTvgxDo/s320/mysteriosshouldsay.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436790006355200450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just my thoughts. If you've got better tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7035353615299389319?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7035353615299389319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7035353615299389319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7035353615299389319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7035353615299389319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-mysterio-should-have-said.html' title='What Mysterio should have said....'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3NbQ2u1uZI/AAAAAAAABAY/EubMkdnbGog/s72-c/mysteriosaid.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2587346675842454447</id><published>2010-02-09T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T16:40:20.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wolverine Does Child Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3IAZiztzrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CFkkGw22jpE/s1600-h/WWX_10_Legion_CPS_015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3IAZiztzrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CFkkGw22jpE/s320/WWX_10_Legion_CPS_015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436408139030056626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2587346675842454447?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2587346675842454447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2587346675842454447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2587346675842454447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2587346675842454447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/wolverine-does-child-care.html' title='Wolverine Does Child Care'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3IAZiztzrI/AAAAAAAABAQ/CFkkGw22jpE/s72-c/WWX_10_Legion_CPS_015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7892784212679780498</id><published>2010-02-09T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:36:07.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Link Stuff : The A-Z of Aewsomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neillcameron.com/images/A_to_Z/A_to_Z-04_D%20600px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 849px;" src="http://www.neillcameron.com/images/A_to_Z/A_to_Z-04_D%20600px.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well here's a link to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neillcameron.com/A_to_Z.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The A-Z of awesomeness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7892784212679780498?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7892784212679780498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7892784212679780498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7892784212679780498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7892784212679780498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/link-stuff-a-z-of-aewsomeness.html' title='Link Stuff : The A-Z of Aewsomeness'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6625567302342811758</id><published>2010-02-09T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T15:24:24.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the moment:</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;If Wonder Woman wanted to express her love for Batman, she probably should’ve just started a comics blog.  It’s what I did. - &lt;a href="http://www.the-isb.com/?p=3238"&gt;Chris's Invincible Super Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6625567302342811758?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6625567302342811758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6625567302342811758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6625567302342811758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6625567302342811758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-moment.html' title='Quote of the moment:'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1623282139582499709</id><published>2010-02-09T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T01:54:01.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have i gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/S3EwoMs8xpI/AAAAAAAABAI/16T51-KNeCs/s1600-h/komaavenger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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line-height: 200%;"&gt;The comic, sequential art or the graphic novel has been around since the time of the egyptians, in that time its stories have not changed that much. They are still about heroes and villains, good versus evil, but something has happened in the last 30 years, something you could almost call sinister. The heroes began changing, becoming as gritty and grim as the villains they fought. Why were they colourful and filled with concern for their fellow man to begin with? More importantly, why have they become darker? These are the questions that I found myself asking after I saw the film version of Watchmen. In this essay I will attempt to answer those questions by exploring the history of the comic superhero, a genre that is close to my heart.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;Watchmen by Warren Ellis and David Gibbons (recently made into a feature film) marks the appearance of the post-modern super hero. Ellis' bleak world set in 1985 where Richard Nixon is still President and Vietnam is the 51&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; state of the United States of America, shows us a group of heroes who have had the world pass them by. They are no longer wanted by their nation in a time where the world is on the verge of mutually assured destruction. If there is a time for a hero to save this world from itself the time is now, but the heroes have their own problems. One of their own (The Comedian) has been murdered and they are all in a malaise of personal problems which are getting in the way. Eventually, they pick each other up and work out that it is a fellow hero who is behind the murder. They also discover that he has a plan to save the world by, creating a series of disasters killing millions of people to unify the world against a fake extra-terrestrial threat. It is this “ends justifying the means” answer to saving the world that announces these heroes as post modern. They accept, all but one (Rorschach) that it is better to kill many to bring about world unity and peace.  They are able to hold the conflicting interests of saving the world and mass murder to bring unity to the nations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;I had read the graphic novel Watchmen a few times before seeing the film version and, it was during the screening of the film that I came to the realisation that the heroes I was watching were not the heroes that I had grown up with. The heroes I have read over the last 30 years of my life would not have acted in the way Ozymandis, Nite Owl, Silk Spectre and Dr Manhattan did. Their moral catch phrases or  mission statements would not have allowed them to. Spiderman's “With great power comes great responsibility” and Superman's “Truth Justice and the (sigh!) American way” does not lead to the death of even one person being an acceptable means to any end, no matter how good that end may be. I left the theatre confused as to why I was not able to accept the heroes of Watchmen and struggled about this for a time. It has only been recently that I have come to the realisation that Watchmen is a significant landmark in comic history because of its depiction of the post-modern super-hero.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;To be able to understand Watchmen be it the movie or the graphic novel you need to understand some of the history of the super-hero. Characters such as Superman, Batman, Captain America, Captain Marvel, and The Flash were gaudy bright characters who championed justice with a smile and with right on their side. With the possible exception of Batman (there were other non-powered crusaders in the Batman mould yet none of them are iconic enough to include here) they all had miraculous powers and abilities aiding them in their crusades against evil. This benevolent and altruistic response to the gift of amazing abilities is somewhat contrary to early greek thinking on the subject of the super-hero. This thinking about the hero is described in the tale or fable known as The Ring of Gyges. In the Ring of Gyges the story goes that a shepherd finds a ring that gives him the ability to become invisible. The shepherd's response to this newfound power is to seduce the queen, kill the king and take over the kingdom. Superman could quite easily take over the world, and in many alternate stories he has but, the characters altruistic beliefs are set in stone by the company that owns him.Yet, it is not just the corporate interests that have kept characters like Superman the way they have.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;The early comic creators had a few things in common imagination, creativity and Judaism. Many of the creators of the heroes that are still around today were immigrant European Jews or children of Jewish immigrants. Will Eisner (The Sprit), Siegel and Schuster (Superman), Bob Kane (Batman), Jack “the King” Kirby (Captain America, X-Men, Mister Miracle and the Entire 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; World, and Kamandi), Chris Claremont, and Joe Kubert. These were men who possibly had a foundation in justice and the rule of law through their Jewish heritage. They also understood rejection and racism which is the reason why some of these creative people writers and artists ended up writing and drawing children's comics. The Jewish backgrounds of the comic greats could be a reason for the altruistic motives of the super hero, but there are other reasons.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;There is a political and commercial reason for the heroes of what is known as the Silver age being so altruistic and moral in their use of the gifts and abilities given to them. In the 1950's in the U.S.A  a series of Congressional hearings were held in response to the horror comics that were being printed at the time. The results of the hearings were the establishment of a comics code that insisted a long list (see appendix) that included -&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.98cm; margin-right: 0.95cm; margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt; “In every instance good shall triumph over evil and the criminal [shall be] punished for his misdeeds.” (194:Morris and Morris)  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;These days the comics code is a forgotten relic of the past and if you pick a comic it no longer bears the “Approved by the Comics Code Authority” logo no matter if it is Archie or Vampirella. The comics code may have been a political tool but this tool made sure the bad guys lost and the good guys saved the girl, country, world, universe. These tales of heroes battling against odds to eventually win struck a chord and outsold the horror comics.*  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*There is more I could write about the the place of the hero in global culture and its almost universal appeal but that is for another time. More can be found in works such as Joseph Campbell's “The Hero with a thousand faces”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;There are three ages to the history of American comics, Golden, Silver and Bronze. The changes are marked by certain stories that show a gradual decline in the rule of the comics code. The Golden age where Captain America and Superman are the ideal hero who battle arch-enemies and Nazi's during WWII.  The Silver age began late 1940's to early 1950's around the time of the Congressional hearings that brought about the comics code. The heroes were bright as before but by the comics code, yet this was popular and profitable. The Silver age is said to have ended around the death of Gwen Stacy the girlfriend of Spiderman at the hands of The Green Goblin  (The Amazing Spider-Man #121 June 1973) announcing the darker Bronze age. As the Bronze age continued stories became filled with real world issues like drugs and racism, they become regular themes. The heroes became less bright and often killed (Wolverine, Punisher) with some remorse but it was okay because “they were all bad”. Recently there has been floated a fourth age with Watchmen being cited as the beginning of the Modern age.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;It is this gradual decline in the morality of the super hero over the last 40 years that has lead to the post-modern heroes of Watchmen. As the real world issues were further introduced the real worlds anger, frustration and despair came along for the ride. The hero had to become darker “with great power comes great responsibility” became “eye for an eye” as the rise of the Vigilante hero dawned. The heroes became darker and more violent but the code was still in effect even then because the hero was still winning and the bad guys were getting their punishment. Punishment that was now dealt out at the hands of vigilante heroes like The Punisher or Wolverine with the body count rising every year. Wolverines catch phrase is “I'm the best at what I do and what I do ain't pretty” With his indestructible adamantium (fictional indestructible metal) claws he was made to be the perfect killing machine by the Canadian government. Often drunk and smoking a cigar even when in costume he is the antithesis of Superman and Captain America from the 1950's, yet he is on par with Spiderman when is comes to popularity. From an “eye for an eye” it is not as far a leap to “the ends justifying the means” characters such as Deadpool a mercenary who kills for money, and Lobo an alien punk riding a space faring chopper. Their books are played as black comedy where death is merely the exclamation point of a punchline. As reality has seeped into the world of the superheroes the colour and sheen has washed off and the strict moral comics code has been abandoned.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;You could say that I am being a sad fan-boy mourning a supposed loss of innocence that was fabricated by puritanic right wingers of the 1950's, and you would be right. These days comics are made to be cool, not good and right. They mirror society instead of holding up an ideal for us to live up to. This descent has happened within my life time and the manipulations of the comics code have finally been washed away. The American superhero has succumbed along with the rest of society to what Francis Schaeffer called “The Line of Despair”. Schaeffer's line of despair charts the progress of change in the concept of truth through western culture beginning with the philosopher Hegel to the present day. According to Schaeffer truth has changed from “antithesis” where Good is Good and the opposite of Good is Evil to a “synthesis” where ultimately anything Good is what you want it to be. This line is described by Schaeffer as a series of steps that descend through society from Philosophy to Theology. It is this change from antithesis to synthesis that has affected the western world and superheroes. If good is relative then how the hero saves the world is merely up to the hero. By the end of the Bronze age we can see this synthesis writ large in Ellis' Watchmen. Ozymandis can save the world he just needs to kill a few million to convince them to unify against a fake external planetary threat.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; line-height: 200%;"&gt;In Superheroes and Philosophy Dennis O'Neil describes the changes that have taken place in superheroes that have lead to Watchmen. O'Neil explains that the superhero is merely a meme : an element of culture that is passed on from one generation to another. These meme's “change as they pass from generation to generation” taking different meanings when it “changes under new pressures”. The superheroes that I grew up with in the 1970's and 1980's are no longer what they were, they have changed and evolved with the times. The synthesis that Schaeffer has described in his line of despair has altered the superhero meme and will continue to do so. Watchmen is merely the beginning and this christian fan laments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-540332736521092459?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/540332736521092459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=540332736521092459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/540332736521092459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/540332736521092459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/10/watchmen-essay.html' title='The Watchmen Essay'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-5990010226468956874</id><published>2009-09-16T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:57:30.743-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SoundCloud'/><title type='text'>My shotgun by double lp</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/So_cVkjMSCI/AAAAAAAABAA/GOytqCRslqo/s320/Little_Mouse_web01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372755143622936610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found this online as download on a comics forum (yes I know evil thief I am) and I went straight to amazon.com and bought it. I went amazon.com and not &lt;a href="http://www.boneville.com/shop/"&gt;Jeff Smith's website's shop&lt;/a&gt; cause he doesn't deliver to Australia. But this is a stunning book with a hilarious ending tribute to Charlie Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/So_b01dZshI/AAAAAAAAA_4/2E7kqdvS4-Y/s1600-h/Little-Mouse-ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/So_b01dZshI/AAAAAAAAA_4/2E7kqdvS4-Y/s320/Little-Mouse-ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372754581226369554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You must buy this really buy this comic. No, really, this is worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more try &lt;a href="http://newsarama.com/comics/020903-Little-Mouse-Smith.html"&gt;newsarama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-4169913721672040043?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4169913721672040043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=4169913721672040043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4169913721672040043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4169913721672040043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/jeff-smith-does-mouse-not-bone.html' title='Jeff Smith does mouse not Bone'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/So_cVkjMSCI/AAAAAAAABAA/GOytqCRslqo/s72-c/Little_Mouse_web01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8395735695119604411</id><published>2009-08-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:44:38.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The perils of driving with a duck</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wqV-5B1_gY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wqV-5B1_gY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8395735695119604411?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8395735695119604411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8395735695119604411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8395735695119604411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8395735695119604411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/perils-of-driving-with-duck.html' title='The perils of driving with a duck'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7930279068897958166</id><published>2009-08-14T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:30:32.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Huges - We'll miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvlmMinLtDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kvlmMinLtDY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7930279068897958166?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7930279068897958166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7930279068897958166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7930279068897958166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7930279068897958166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/john-huges-well-miss-you.html' title='John Huges - We&apos;ll miss you'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-736666721505605563</id><published>2009-08-12T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T05:45:45.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've given up and gone duck crazy</title><content type='html'>Yep thats it no more stories about captain koma anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will this story end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't. Well, right now I don't. Here's whats replacing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOlDyqzcjao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LOlDyqzcjao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-736666721505605563?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/736666721505605563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=736666721505605563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/736666721505605563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/736666721505605563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/08/ive-given-up-and-gone-duck-crazy.html' title='I&apos;ve given up and gone duck crazy'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1528363667976602832</id><published>2009-06-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:50:15.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay I think this wont go on any further.....</title><content type='html'>"Dude when did you go all Law and Order?" asks Henchy sitting back watching the surveillance feed from Jorgy's cell.&lt;br /&gt;"What! I've had surveillance cameras in the lair for ages?" I reply&lt;br /&gt;"So when's Ice-T getting here?" Henchy asks. "Tell him to bring popcorn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it my imagination or was Henchy sounding more and more like Deadpool these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SkWqoaeUVtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/FFXmCCn8A74/s1600-h/henchyvdeadpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SkWqoaeUVtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/FFXmCCn8A74/s200/henchyvdeadpool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351871343477675730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't have time to dwell on that anymore as Galdys was still just standing and looking at Jorgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is boring! what are they doing talking with their eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your a clone of me, aren't you." states Jorgy breaking the silence.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I am Gladys." answers Gladys&lt;br /&gt;"God! They used my mothers name for you. Is there anything Koma wont defile?" complains Jorgy.&lt;br /&gt;"I was created by Fortuna and Silver." answers Galdys&lt;br /&gt;"You can't be her. She told me they got the aging wrong. That you looked over 50."&lt;br /&gt;"Koma fixed me. I was made to replace you. You lost your powers and went bad"&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't loose my powers." seethes Jorgy. "Koma's damn cosmic power station took them from me."&lt;br /&gt;"Koma made you bad so you helped take over Australia?" simplifies Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;"He made me powerless I couldn't save people anymore." protests Jorgy. "I helped make eveyone safe, they can't hurt themselves anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Gladys considered what Jorgy had said. She looked at Jorgy and then at the ground. Then she looked at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma told me he would never use mind control, because its stops people being people. That only a selfish person uses it, because they cannot get what they want any other way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had my powers...." fumes Jorgensen.&lt;br /&gt;"You do not. You are captured and your superior will be stoppped." declares Gladys she turns and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;"You'll never stop her. She's so much more powerful now. She doesn't even need to touch you to hurt anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys stops and smiles at Jorgensen.&lt;br /&gt;The speakers announce themselves with a crackle...&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for making it easier Jorgy." I tell him. "Its nice to know who I'm going up against."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on Henchy and Gladys met me for my plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay we know who we're up against Novicane my former boss who after the cosimic incident that took away Jorgy's powers got powers of her own. She can heal or hurt, to avoid this meant just not getting touched. Now thanks to Jorgy we know different. So by following the co-ordinates in Jorgy's Burning Man suit we can go where he came from. So all we have to do is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm scuse me dude but if we go in blind there could be a trap and stuff?" interupts Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I agree with Henchy." adds Gladys. "There are only three of us. Where is Chroma?"&lt;br /&gt;"I can answer both questions with the same answer." I tell them. "I sent Chroma there ahead of us."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-1528363667976602832?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1528363667976602832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=1528363667976602832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1528363667976602832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1528363667976602832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-i-think-this-wont-go-on-any.html' title='Okay I think this wont go on any further.....'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SkWqoaeUVtI/AAAAAAAAAxc/FFXmCCn8A74/s72-c/henchyvdeadpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-390299289295528542</id><published>2009-05-31T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:20:42.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henchy's angry</title><content type='html'>The body lies in front of Henchy. Its head has a hole the size of a tin can.&lt;br /&gt;"Explosive tipped bullets?" I ask Henchy. Trying to find out what made that size of a hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SiMspsmpUuI/AAAAAAAAAws/m1Xz_9v_nCY/s1600-h/accutip_slug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 140px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SiMspsmpUuI/AAAAAAAAAws/m1Xz_9v_nCY/s400/accutip_slug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342162677851050722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;a href="http://www.remington.com/products/ammunition/shotshell/slugs/accuTip_bonded_sabot_slug.asp"&gt;Deer slugs&lt;/a&gt;." smiles Henchy&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yeah." I reply remembering I'd built a hand gun to carry deer slugs for Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Who is he?" asked Gladys joining us.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! I do like to know who I kill." chimed in Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Its Jorgensen." Chroma tells them. "Your genetic donor, the Cavalier."&lt;br /&gt;"Whooo Yeah!" shouts Henchy. "I killed me Australia's superman. Koma I could kiss you for this."&lt;br /&gt;"He went bad and he had to be stopped. Its all over now." says Gladys trying to convince herself the death was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;"And when he finshes healing Gladys you can ask him why he did it." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy still hadn't finished shouting by the time Jorgensen had finished healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SiMsy2IRY4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/oHFJxo-WxkY/s1600-h/henchy_healing_factor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SiMsy2IRY4I/AAAAAAAAAw0/oHFJxo-WxkY/s400/henchy_healing_factor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342162835026830210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorgensen wasn't happy he'd been shot and captured.&lt;br /&gt;"It had to be you." spat the ex-superhero behind the plexiglass.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure Harry Connick Jr isn't wild about you using his material." I quipped.&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't worked it out yet have you?" chuckeled Jorgensen. "The great comsmicly enhanced genius hasn't worked out who stole his plans and took over Australia. So you have to come to me."&lt;br /&gt;"You still hate me don't you. Cause I just came here to introduce someone to you. I've got all I need to answer that question." I tell him holding the Helmet he wore as Burning Man. "Jorgy this your um sister Gladys. She has a few questions."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-390299289295528542?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/390299289295528542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=390299289295528542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/390299289295528542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/390299289295528542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/05/henchys-angry.html' title='Henchy&apos;s angry'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SiMspsmpUuI/AAAAAAAAAws/m1Xz_9v_nCY/s72-c/accutip_slug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-3951742313376405094</id><published>2009-04-28T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:29:33.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The big reveal....finally</title><content type='html'>~ We were trapped in my own base on the moon. The only way out was to de-age and overpower Gladys. Galdys the clone of Australia's greatest hero The Cavelier so she could carry a portable dimensional gateway to earth. She did it and we were able to leave the moon. However, after setting up we were confronted with an army of robots lead by a flying man in orange and black. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheilds lasted less than a minute. The guy in orange and black floating above the robot army destroyed it by a force beam, which came from his hands. Then the robots came and just kept coming. The first few hundred got blown away by the cannons, but a few got through and we were kept busy protecting the cannons and the gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murphy's Law of course continued its recent domination of my life and despite our efforts we lost the first of four cannons. We were loosing again, it was only a matter of time before they would overwhelm us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SfbwX9kTwiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/siatfHgv0D4/s1600-h/natasha_henstridge_john_carpenter%27s_ghosts_of_mars_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 106px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SfbwX9kTwiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/siatfHgv0D4/s400/natasha_henstridge_john_carpenter%27s_ghosts_of_mars_003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329711503494070818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Austin, whats the plan?" asked Chroma as we sheltered behind cannon 4 as the robots swarmed over what was left of cannons 1 and 2.&lt;br /&gt;"Your asking me, now?" I ask back. "I thought you'd had enough of my plans."&lt;br /&gt;"Austin." begins Chroma. "Ever since I've known you you've had a plan. Often they're so crazy that it seemed like they'd never work, but they did. Whats your plan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SfbzijxwMiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kL-d7KU-4us/s1600-h/henchy-robothead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SfbzijxwMiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kL-d7KU-4us/s400/henchy-robothead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329714984084582946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Aww!" Interupted Henchy. "Hate to break up this touching Halmark moment but it looks like Henchy's gonna die and Henchy don't like that." Henchy was wearing one of the robots heads like a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you wearing the robot head?" I asked expecting something ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, it's camo. If you can't see it, you can't hit it." replies Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled. Not because Henchy made me laugh but because I had an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats the plan Koma?" asked Chroma guessing my smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine get Gladys from the lair. We're going to need her again." I looked at Chroma and she wasn't happy about it. "This is the plan. You wanted one, this is it. Now do it." I ordered. She left through the gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude!" exclaimed Henchy negatively. "Splitsville! Population you and her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henchy get back in there and get as close as you can to the leader without him noticing you." I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The floaty guy, done. Then what?" asked Henchy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then wait for your opening." I tell him. "Are we clear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As clear as Chicken grease." answers Henchy and he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn back to see Chroma and Galdys emerging from the gateway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chroma says you need me again?" asks Galdys wearily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I reply writing something down on a piece of paper. "Get up as high as you can and when I tell you to go do what it says on the paper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay but..." starts Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Sfbz0LgMqOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/mWIIDJlQjPA/s1600-h/185px-Silver_Surfur_ep4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 138px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Sfbz0LgMqOI/AAAAAAAAAwU/mWIIDJlQjPA/s400/185px-Silver_Surfur_ep4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329715286806145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No ifs, no buts. Just do it." I order handing Gladys' the paper. "Chroma give her your earwig."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma puts the earwig communicator in Galdys' ear and in a flash of light Galdys is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BOOM! An almighty blast goes off knocking Chroma and I to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- CANNONS 3 and 4 HAVE BEEN DESTROYED. DEFENSES COMPROMISED -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what happens next?" asks Chroma as she gets up off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We surrender." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The robots rush in. Chroma takes postion to defend herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We surrender!" I tell her and the robots. I put my hands on my head and kneel. She does the same. The robots take position and aim, but do not fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Sfb1DFISbEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Y1RT5SYKQaU/s1600-h/burningman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Sfb1DFISbEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/Y1RT5SYKQaU/s400/burningman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329716642304912450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So the great evil genius admits defeat." mocks whoever is in the floating gold and black armour. "Where are the Henchman and the clone?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henchy split during the fight." spat Chroma angrily. "He's a mercenary he's only around if there's a chance to be paid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And the clone?" demanded the still hovering figure of malice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its all well and good to demand stuff but I don't like talking to people without a name." I quip back. The force beam from his hands comes from directly above me. It flattens me into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Burning Man." declares Burning Man. "Now tell me where she is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd like to tell you where she went but I specifically told her to GO. I didnt say where." I replied my face in the dirt. Burning Man released the force beam on me. I looked up to see the light of Galdys pass over Burning Man as she flew past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrrgh!" screams Burning Man. His hands cradling his helmet free head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stream of light passes me and I've got the helmet in my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurts when you have your helment taken off at sublight speeds, doesn't it." I mention. The very hot helmet in my hands that Galdys gave to me on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robots kill them." orders Burning Man still with his hands over his face. The Robots sit down. Burning Man pulls his hands from his face. I'm standing in front of him and the robots with the helmet and control of the robot army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry it had to end this way, Cavilier." I tell him and Henchy takes the shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Sfb2hUPkcvI/AAAAAAAAAwk/74ETqpEog_w/s1600-h/gun-shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Sfb2hUPkcvI/AAAAAAAAAwk/74ETqpEog_w/s400/gun-shot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329718261269689074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-3951742313376405094?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3951742313376405094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=3951742313376405094' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/3951742313376405094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/3951742313376405094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-revealfinally.html' title='The big reveal....finally'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SfbwX9kTwiI/AAAAAAAAAwE/siatfHgv0D4/s72-c/natasha_henstridge_john_carpenter%27s_ghosts_of_mars_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-825786314046067369</id><published>2009-04-16T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T05:32:58.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One big battle begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~ Australia had been taken over by someone using one of my own plans. I didn't know who did this and so far I haven't been able to stop them or him or her. Having retreated to my lunar lair with the remaing members of the rebellion I came up with a drastic solution. Manipulating the genetic structure of Gladys (a female clone of The Cavalier Austalia's greatest hero) de-aging her and accelerating her powers to dangerous levels. Dangerous for Gladys that is. ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just given then now golden Gladys one of my gateway briefcases. Its so easy to operate a child could do it. Just open and step back, quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See you soon." said Galdys doubtfully. And with that she turned and made her way through the airlock and out onto the moons surface. One short pulse of light and she'd gone. Unfortunately as I turned around I found Forutna and Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Seci8Eg1fGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nil9g0JB8TI/s1600-h/42-15235843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 151px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Seci8Eg1fGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nil9g0JB8TI/s400/42-15235843.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325263499787861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You careless bastard!" screamed Fortuna the wheel chair bound healer. Obviously Christine my girlfriend had told Fortuna what I had done to Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;"Not only are you a careless bastard. "Continued Fortuna. "But you're a selfish coward too. Letting a naieve innocent take the burden of saving us by giving her a death sentance. And for all these years I thought you were just fooling us, but no you really are an evil genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that she wheeled away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" exclaimed Henchy. "Hey a brotha gots to what he gots to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked to Christine not expecting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I-I knew what Koma was capable of but I never dreamed you let him do it Austin." said Christine. "You could have come up with something else. Couldn't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could answer a gateway was requesting access, I opened it up. On the other side was Galdys, golden shining like the sun itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what took you so long?" I joked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Secjcnh0OtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/sa8tn_uAbHs/s1600-h/185px-Silver_Surfur_ep4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Secjcnh0OtI/AAAAAAAAAv8/sa8tn_uAbHs/s400/185px-Silver_Surfur_ep4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325264058943027922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It was so easy." smiled Galdys. "They didn't even fire at me, I just aimed at Australia and then here I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys had landed in the middle of the Nullarbor desert. Pretty much the middle of nowhere. Hard enough for anyone to get here let alone detect Gladys flying at sub light speeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next ten minutes were full of everyone getting what we needed to make an advance position and preparing anything I had in the lair that could fly to carry a briefcase gateway anywhere so we had an emergency exit. I had a few flying synthoids and a two seater jet. We put Silver and Fortuna in the jet and told them to make for Indonesia. I sent the synthoids north and west, no sense in sending them east thats where our adversary was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having finally gotten most of the defensive weaponry and shields up to protect the gate Vadar my Lairs artifical inteligence informed me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- THE TELEPORTATION SATTELITE ARRAY IS NOT JAMMED ANYMORE AND IS BEING OPERATED BY A THIRD PARTY -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I could utter anything the desert was filled with androids and above them was a figure in Gold and Black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Seciluk-WGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/btMZqdArw_k/s1600-h/nullarborbattle_begins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Seciluk-WGI/AAAAAAAAAvs/btMZqdArw_k/s400/nullarborbattle_begins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325263115942516834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vadar then told me.&lt;br /&gt;- THE TELEPORATION ARRAY HAS BEEN JAMMED -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay this was going to get ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-825786314046067369?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/825786314046067369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=825786314046067369' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/825786314046067369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/825786314046067369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-big-battle-begins.html' title='One big battle begins'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Seci8Eg1fGI/AAAAAAAAAv0/nil9g0JB8TI/s72-c/42-15235843.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6254337719699424586</id><published>2009-02-15T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T18:43:04.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road to hell is paved with good intentions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjFgTeQNQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HDHDsE5wVvc/s1600-h/AXFR001084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 104px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjFgTeQNQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HDHDsE5wVvc/s200/AXFR001084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303205720002409730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time to tell you all about what happened after restoring Galdys.&lt;br /&gt;"Wooof!" exclaimed Henchy as Gladys changed in the tank before our very eyes. Of course less than twenty minutes ago he'd been revulsed by her, now he wanted her bad.&lt;br /&gt;"You disgust me!" spat Fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey dont' be hatin just cause I know what I like." snaped back Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for Galdys emerging from the tank taking Henchy's breath away again it could have gone on for hours between the two of them.&lt;br /&gt;Her transformation was a complete success later I  lead Gladys into my lairs sun room where the oxygen for the lair comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjMRzIU5RI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bmZi3SO11KY/s1600-h/solar-flare-6110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjMRzIU5RI/AAAAAAAAAs8/bmZi3SO11KY/s200/solar-flare-6110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303213167383733522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So I'm solar powered?" questioned the now young Galdys.&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly. The more sun you get the more powerful you are." I explain simply. Of course its got more to do with that but she doesn't need to know right now. There was just not enough time. To this day I really wish there was.&lt;br /&gt;I gesture her to go in and close the door behind her. Gladys gave me a little scared look.&lt;br /&gt;"I'd need factor 1200+ sunscreen to just not get skin cancer. You'll be getting a soild streem of sunlight completely unfiltered. Think of it as a jump start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what a jump start it was. I remove the sunlight filters that guard the plants and the raw sunlight storms in. Of course just raw sunlight isn't going to be enough so I amped it up to eleven. The plants all withered and then caught fire the smoke filled the solarium. Gladys screamed and I was glad I didn't let Fortuna or Silver in on this part of the plan. I let it go till I was sure she'd abosorbed more than enough for what we needed her for. I turned it all off and entered the sun room as the smoke cleared there she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjLGFAKmjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xNswjCLf3a8/s1600-h/goldfinger_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjLGFAKmjI/AAAAAAAAAs0/xNswjCLf3a8/s200/goldfinger_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303211866511284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her skin was golden she was literally glowing. The solar radiation was such that my exposed skin got burned.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma" she whispered. "Am I dead?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet you've got enough time to shine Galdys. To shine like the sun." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like I've eaten too much." she mumbled.&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay you just need a little help from mister adrenaline here." I tell her as I quickly inject her with the hormone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys' eyes opened quickly. Her eyes glared daggers at me.&lt;br /&gt;"There is no other way." I tell her. "Either we all die up here when they come to kill us or you save us in one bright moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys looks behind me. Where Chroma is standing listening to every word I just said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjPXznpthI/AAAAAAAAAtE/OnI8B-ZvZOg/s1600-h/ghosts_mars_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 84px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjPXznpthI/AAAAAAAAAtE/OnI8B-ZvZOg/s200/ghosts_mars_24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303216569129219602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The ends justify the means eh! Austin?" says Chroma dissapointedly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6254337719699424586?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6254337719699424586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6254337719699424586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6254337719699424586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6254337719699424586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2009/02/road-to-hell-is-paved-with-good.html' title='The road to hell is paved with good intentions'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SZjFgTeQNQI/AAAAAAAAAsc/HDHDsE5wVvc/s72-c/AXFR001084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6499523420780865656</id><published>2008-11-18T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:43:40.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lair is where? - Exposition time again.</title><content type='html'>~ When last we left off Koma had just discovered that the old lady Gladys wasn't an old lady but a clone of the Australian Hero The Cavilier. How did this happen? Well here's how. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS5xo8WpjI/AAAAAAAAAow/XK9BNOQkOEg/s1600-h/42-15232882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 142px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS5xo8WpjI/AAAAAAAAAow/XK9BNOQkOEg/s320/42-15232882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270541726385612338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yes your right she is a clone of the Cavilier. But how does that lead to getting us out of here?" enquires Fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;"That depends my dear on where Koma's lair is." adds Silver awakening from his induced coma.&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna checks the large simian. Silver however is more concerned with our current predicament.&lt;br /&gt;"Fortuna I'm quite sure that your talents are needed elsewhere especially if we are trapped here on the moon." And with that the talented Gorilla reveals the location of my lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a few minutes later and I'm sitting in front of Fortuna, Gladys, Henchy, Silver and Chroma. All but Chroma knew where the lair was and the true nature of our situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS8pcd23NI/AAAAAAAAAo4/s42fQfflKW4/s1600-h/henchy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS8pcd23NI/AAAAAAAAAo4/s42fQfflKW4/s320/henchy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270544884132404434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Spill it Koma no more hiding." demands Henchy. "We want it all, now."&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell them Austin." encourages Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;So I tell them that the lair is on the Moon and after I used my sattelite array  to teleport us here whoever we have been up against jammed the sattelite array.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS-Z3SvyYI/AAAAAAAAApA/-ZoCgEj0xl0/s1600-h/koma_gateway01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS-Z3SvyYI/AAAAAAAAApA/-ZoCgEj0xl0/s320/koma_gateway01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270546815478909314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hang on you've got two ways to teleport, the sattelites and a dimensional gateway. Why can't we use that?" asks Fortuna.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. What she said." agreed Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"The gateway requires two points to connect to." I explain. "There are only three operating right now. Me, the lair and one on Mars. We need to get a gateway on the earth."&lt;br /&gt;"Surely you have escape pods Koma." suggests Silver. "We could send a gateway in one of them."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I thought that far ahead Silver but I also thought far enough to send an empty one.  It got shot up on re-entry." I tell the simian techno-mage.&lt;br /&gt;"So I'm the only way out then?" quivers Gladys realising what she has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna tried for an hour to work out another way. She even demanded to have me send another escape pod. This time WITH a gateway in it. It got blown up just like the others.&lt;br /&gt;"We have to de-age Gladys you that. We can do it, genius remember." I point to myself smiling trying to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSTABGr59yI/AAAAAAAAApI/tOcrcafGn9s/s1600-h/angry_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSTABGr59yI/AAAAAAAAApI/tOcrcafGn9s/s320/angry_woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270548589137491746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If she dies I will never forgive you." spits Fortuna she stroms off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later and Silver and I have prepared the chamber for Galdys. Henchy is hanging around like a bad smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSTCTyNyS2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/u8ZuBEwp-7c/s1600-h/ist2_352492_genetic_engineering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSTCTyNyS2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/u8ZuBEwp-7c/s320/ist2_352492_genetic_engineering.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270551109083220834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"If she's a clone of a dude how come she's a chick?" asks Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Its hard to make perfect clones of people with powers. The DNA can be replicated perfectly but the result will often be less than the original. Powers are effected by more factors than just DNA. We found that out when we made Ayris." I reply and Silver picks up where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayris wasn't invlunerable nor did he have the energy abilities of the original Cavilier. He wasn't cared for or loved." adds Silver.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll work on the Nature versus Nurture argument later." I interupt. "Basicly it was easier to flip the Y chromosome to X. Yet you got the aging out. I thought Fortuna had worked that out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your right she did." answers Silver. "But the government wanted Fortuna to make an army of Cavliliers. She sabotaged the plan by making Galdys older."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do you understand now Henchy?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats DNA?" replies Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSTC3X5b6oI/AAAAAAAAApY/z83_Cl8lnTU/s1600-h/daa016000740.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSTC3X5b6oI/AAAAAAAAApY/z83_Cl8lnTU/s320/daa016000740.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270551720493836930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Are you sure this will work?" asks Galdys emerging in a robe.&lt;br /&gt;"Fortuna and I both guarantee it. " I reassure her. "Please enter the chamber."&lt;br /&gt;Gladys drops the robe and enters the chamber.&lt;br /&gt;"Old lady skin arrgh!." screams Henchy and he sheilds his eyes. "My eyes, my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"Henchy!" I scold.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey man where is Deadpool he'd be loving this." continues the Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now or never Silver." I order. Silver starts the process and I think to myself. Is this how Frankenstien felt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6499523420780865656?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6499523420780865656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6499523420780865656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6499523420780865656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6499523420780865656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/11/yep-exposition-time-again.html' title='The Lair is where? - Exposition time again.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SSS5xo8WpjI/AAAAAAAAAow/XK9BNOQkOEg/s72-c/42-15232882.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1937739172964754876</id><published>2008-11-13T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:33:16.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloning up a storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hreoc.gov.au/images/site/tn3/dru_draft3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.hreoc.gov.au/images/site/tn3/dru_draft3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tell me what she is?" I demand.&lt;br /&gt;Fortuna's just finished healing my hand her warm smile shifts becoming a frown.&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I'm quite surprised its taken you this long to work it out." she sighs.&lt;br /&gt;"It was the barcode tattoo that tipped me off." I tell her. "VADAR's trying to decode it now."&lt;br /&gt;(VADAR is the computer that runs my lair. &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-am-i.html"&gt;Lin named her&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well you'll find out that its Gladys' DNA code." reveals Fortuna. She turns her wheelchair around and rolls out of the kitchen. "You should be able to work out "what" Gladys is from that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VADAR did you get that?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRzPjb4AReI/AAAAAAAAAog/FZTWBPL0z0E/s1600-h/super+computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRzPjb4AReI/AAAAAAAAAog/FZTWBPL0z0E/s320/super+computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268313871801664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YES SIR I DID. DNA SEQUENCE DECODED. TRANSFERING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DNA code was stored in my wetware systems. I recognised the sequence immediatly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPARING SEQUENCE GLADYS01 WITH DNA REGISTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother VADAR I already know who she is." I tell VADAR. "But I need the sequence analysed, especially for aging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES SIR complies VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find Fortuna and Galdys at Silver's bedside. Silver got badly injured when the synthoids attacked us. He was injured so badly that she couldn't heal all of his complications at once. Fortuna can heal burns and cuts quickly but having to grow back whole organs exhausts her. So to make it less painful for Silver he was put in a coma. (No joke this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is he?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"He's fine. " She answers. "But thats not why your here."&lt;br /&gt;"Galdys is a clone of the Cavilier." I tell her. "If I can reverse her aging we can get outof here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRzPyUBuLrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/o-NhLabfYkU/s1600-h/cavilier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRzPyUBuLrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/o-NhLabfYkU/s320/cavilier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268314127392976562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Cavilier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-1937739172964754876?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1937739172964754876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=1937739172964754876' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1937739172964754876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1937739172964754876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/11/cloning-up-storm.html' title='Cloning up a storm.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRzPjb4AReI/AAAAAAAAAog/FZTWBPL0z0E/s72-c/super+computer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-3882813466006736328</id><published>2008-11-10T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:31:08.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is d-feat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRkXllhynvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AK3FB-SfyR4/s1600-h/henchykomadrinkingatabar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRkXllhynvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AK3FB-SfyR4/s320/henchykomadrinkingatabar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267267173682945778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This sucks!" complains Henchy. "I'm sick of nothing happening. I'm sick of waiting. You're supposed to be the big genius. Time to start coming up with the solutions."&lt;br /&gt;Henchy's yellow gloved finger pointing straight at me accusing me.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah you are right." I tell him. Lets get out of my hidden lair where its safe and we wont get killed by deadly synthoids. Lets storm the Australian capital, retake the country, expose the conspiritors to the public, deactivate the telepathic signal thats got the entire population in thrall." I pause for sarcastic effect. "We already tried that two months ago. &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/09/begining-of-end.html"&gt;We released all the meta-humans out of Olympus.&lt;/a&gt; It did sweet f%$^ all. The escapees were either re-captured, went to ground, or left the country. I got the rest of us back here where they can't find us. Then what happened? They found and destroyed the sattelite array I use to teleport. So we're stuck here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah I forgot." appologised Henchy. "You got anymore beer?"&lt;br /&gt;I told Henchy where the beer was and he left to get it. He didn't come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oralcancerfoundation.org/board_images/Blythe-OCFNEWS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.oralcancerfoundation.org/board_images/Blythe-OCFNEWS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Galdys came by. You remember her, she's the old lady who met us in that elevator in &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/07/throwing-henchy-to-sea-monster.html"&gt;Brisbane&lt;/a&gt;. She clears the pile of beer cans that Henchy left behind, her arm stretches out in front of my line of sight. She's got a tattoo. Its a barcode.&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you get a tattoo like that." I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that. Rebellious teenager." she tells me and continues on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there trying to work out what went wrong but all I colud think about was Galdys' barcode tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRkYh-iIeYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/N7SvX6kLo3Y/s1600-h/barcode_tattoo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRkYh-iIeYI/AAAAAAAAAoY/N7SvX6kLo3Y/s320/barcode_tattoo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267268211187415426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It must have been the beer slowing down my thinking because it suddenly dawned on me. It couldn't have been there always cause the ink was dark not faded as a 40 year old tattoo looks like on a 60 year olds skin. It really must have been the beer cause barcodes weren't common 40 years ago. I get up and find Galdys in the kitchen washing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kickmecomedy.com/resources/lucille_ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 168px;" src="http://www.kickmecomedy.com/resources/lucille_ball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Lucy you've some 'splaining to do." I utter in my worst Cuban accent.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm are you talking to me?" replies Galdys.&lt;br /&gt;"Your not 60 years old are you?" I accuse. "You'd know that line, you'd know Lucille Ball."&lt;br /&gt;Galdys' face doesn't register to the name. So I continue.&lt;br /&gt;"Elizabeth Taylor, Judy Garland,  The Wizard of Oz, The Sound of Music, Julie Andrews. Elvis, Hank Williams, The Beatles, Rolling Stones, Cliff Richard. Stop me when you know the name of the artist." I tell her. "Diana Ross, Marvin Gaye, David Bowie, Elton John, Bruce Springsteen, George Micheal, Micheal Jackson, Australian Crawl, Dexi's Midnight Runners, Phill Collins, U2, Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Madona, Brittany Spears." I stop. Gladys is still just smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"That was a lot of names. You know them all?" she asks innocently. She puts her hands back in the sink to continue washing the dishes. I go to grab her hands  to get her attention again and the water is scalding hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v386/viewtru/wristhold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 112px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v386/viewtru/wristhold.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Aaaaaaargh." I scream. I cradle my burned hand. Galdys quickly turns the cold water on she takes my hand puts it under the cooling water. He concern is only for my hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Stay there I'll get Fortuna. She'll fix it for you." smiles Galdys. "You just keep your hand in the cold water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old lady's not an old lady. Of that I'm quite sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-3882813466006736328?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/3882813466006736328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=3882813466006736328' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/3882813466006736328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/3882813466006736328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-d-feat.html' title='This is d-feat?'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SRkXllhynvI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/AK3FB-SfyR4/s72-c/henchykomadrinkingatabar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1171330110295769674</id><published>2008-09-08T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:54:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The begining of the end</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.solophotoshop.com/imagen/phot-explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 95px;" src="http://blog.solophotoshop.com/imagen/phot-explosion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The explosion blew up the Western wing of Olympus. The androids came in great numbers trying to suppress the escapees and also find me.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't move creep!" the Androids sounded out in unison.&lt;br /&gt;"Deactivate" I order. They fall to the ground like rag dolls. I turn to one of the security cameras "You stole one of my plans. You used it to subjugate an entire country. My country. If anyone is ever going to take over Australia its going to be me. So get ready cause this is the begining of the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SMXUr_ZNeLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XqxsADLcDQE/s1600-h/cctv-olympus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SMXUr_ZNeLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XqxsADLcDQE/s320/cctv-olympus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243831193359448242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spend the rest of my time in Olympus freeing those who couldn't get out by themselves. I tell them all the same thing. Run, hide, make it hard for them to find you. Take out as many Mobile Phone towers as you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SMXW-_QKAPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/bAFI-TdM244/s1600-h/henchy_legless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 163px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SMXW-_QKAPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/bAFI-TdM244/s320/henchy_legless.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833718762242290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually I hear an American accent coughing and swearing. Its Henchy and he's legless. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma that f&amp;amp;^%ing Albino stole my legs!" he screams at me.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll make you new ones." I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;Before Henchy can scream another obscenity a metallic fist appears through the wall. Its Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Squatters to Jumbuck. Found Swagman and Tucker Bag. Meet you at the Billabong. Squatters out." reports Chroma into her head-piece.&lt;br /&gt;"Hard day at work honey?" I ask her.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Really bad. I had to wait around all day for this idiot to finish his job so I could do mine." answers Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Billabong? Is that Aussie slang for marajuana?" questions Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"You've had enough drugs, your already legless." replies Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me but I left my sense of humour in my missing legs!" snaps Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I teleport us all out I think to myself. "This was just a bit too easy."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-1171330110295769674?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1171330110295769674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=1171330110295769674' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1171330110295769674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1171330110295769674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/09/begining-of-end.html' title='The begining of the end'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SMXUr_ZNeLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/XqxsADLcDQE/s72-c/cctv-olympus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2764099019537317996</id><published>2008-08-27T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:44:20.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henchy's knock out time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvR3e73mLg8/SKeJnGD3InI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lPvs-5v1ZoM/s320/mattress_fire_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvR3e73mLg8/SKeJnGD3InI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lPvs-5v1ZoM/s320/mattress_fire_photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I leave Henchy awake for twenty minutes and he almost kills himself. &lt;a href="http://henchy432.blogspot.com/2008/08/gggrrrrr.html"&gt;Read about it here&lt;/a&gt;. It makes me just want to leave him sedated fort he rest of his life. It certainly would lessen the sexual harassment and paternity suits that he gets yearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the cell door and Henchy falls to the floor gasping for breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://frankschilling.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/06/26/latex_salesman_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://frankschilling.typepad.com/my_weblog/images/2007/06/26/latex_salesman_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"And your supposed to be my Latex salesman?" I ask him glibly.&lt;br /&gt;"H-h-hate this $#@%ing country." he spits glaring at me. He gets to his feet and grabs me by my stylish cowl designed by the one and only Blockade Boy.&lt;br /&gt;"You got 2 seconds to explain this." he growls.&lt;br /&gt;"It wont take 2 seconds and if we stand here any longer we'll be shot at by the android guards." I say dodging the question.&lt;br /&gt;"You sure thats your answer?" he asks a wild look in his eyes. "Time ta put you in a Koooo-ma." sings Henchy as he raises his fist to knock me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.matusiak.eu/numerodix/blog/wp-content/uploads/robocop_in_action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.matusiak.eu/numerodix/blog/wp-content/uploads/robocop_in_action.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Don't move creep!" Exclaims a robotic voice.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?" asks Henchy distracted.&lt;br /&gt;"Prisoners escaping." Declares another android voice. "Shoot to kill! Shoot to kill!"&lt;br /&gt;The androids open fire.&lt;br /&gt;-Voip-&lt;br /&gt;I teleport out of there and Henchy leaps back into the now smoldering cell.&lt;br /&gt;-Voip-&lt;br /&gt;Reappearing behind the androids I open fire with my blaster. I take one down. The androids turn to face me and Henchy leaps out from the cell and in a violent rage takes out the remaining androids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't use up all of that fury now." I caution as Henchy is begining to start tearing the already broken android parts into smaller broken parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to need all of it to survive this place." I smile. "I'll explain everything but we do need to move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SLYBnE_uH6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/38w30Qu6_eA/s1600-h/Henchy-the-prisoner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SLYBnE_uH6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/38w30Qu6_eA/s320/Henchy-the-prisoner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239376987359682466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I catch Henchy up on everything except the fact that he's been sedated for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Olympus!" replies Henchy. "I've heard about this place. How'd you get me in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All the orders come in coded messages. Break the code and you can make up anything you want." I tell him. "You came in as a prisoner exchange from Long Bay. Your enhancements made it easy to prove you're super human and require detention in Olympus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet" replies Henchy sounding a bit more up-beat. "So when do we start the fireworks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't I do." I answer. "I need you to find someone for me. His names Silver we'll need him to end all of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Henchy in which cell block Silver is in and get off to my task of blowing this place up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way you're not leaving me here to do your dirty work again Koma!"  begins Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry. Bye now." I tell him and I teleport out of there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2764099019537317996?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2764099019537317996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2764099019537317996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2764099019537317996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2764099019537317996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/08/henchys-knock-out-time.html' title='Henchy&apos;s knock out time'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GvR3e73mLg8/SKeJnGD3InI/AAAAAAAAAMo/lPvs-5v1ZoM/s72-c/mattress_fire_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7086894158601688775</id><published>2008-08-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T23:44:57.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You wait a few months and you get expsition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUfy5ZrR3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cT8Eg4mnTj8/s1600-h/black_leather_crhoma01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUfy5ZrR3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cT8Eg4mnTj8/s320/black_leather_crhoma01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234625101150504818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Remember Squatter's we go when the Swagman gives the signal." reminds Crater through my earpiece. "Jumbuck out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's Crater say?" asks Queenie my second in command.&lt;br /&gt;"We wait for Koma, thats the plan." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;Queenie's got the proportionate powers of a Bee, and the attitude of a super model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.crunchgear.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/leg-avenue-queen-bee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 206px;" src="http://www.crunchgear.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/leg-avenue-queen-bee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Its been 2 hours. No ones ever gone into Olympus and lived to tell the tale." Queenie smiles slyly. "Your little man's dead and if we stay here so are we."&lt;br /&gt;I just give her a snarl and turn steel.&lt;br /&gt;"So can I kill you now and you wont have to wait?" I ask her. She backed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How in the hell did we get here. Olympus is a big Super Human Gaol. It holds all the super humans who haven't be zombified like almost everyone else here in Australia. Austin has gone in there with Henchy to start a breakout. There are eight of us in total and we've been slowly making our way here for the last two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUiFLkjskI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AxpDcobd5z4/s1600-h/Jet_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUiFLkjskI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AxpDcobd5z4/s200/Jet_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234627614288884290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm here with Queenie who hates me with a passion and Jet the last free flyers. Jet doesn't say much he just waits for the chance to fly again. In between operations he's grounded. Who ever is in charge has eyes everywhere looking for flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crater is in charge of the other group. He's really stepped up from the laconic test pilot I remember. If it wasn't for his permanent shielding he would have been a zombie. With him are the most vulnerable members. Fortuna and Galdys. Fortuna is a healer her husband Silver is supposed to be in Olympus.  Galdys is... well I'm not sure they don't say much about Galdys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth rumbles and shakes a bit. The three of us look at each other.&lt;br /&gt;"Squatters to Jumbuck did you feel that?" I ask calling Crater.&lt;br /&gt;"Be on standby Squatters any moment now." replies Crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready were on in any second." I order Queenie and Jet. Jet smiles. Jet's a telekinetic flyer so its all mind over matter for him, when he flies he's almost invulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Booom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUjLCxOSuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J43zUYTN8wU/s1600-h/w2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUjLCxOSuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/J43zUYTN8wU/s320/w2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234628814516931298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The entire west wall of Olympus explodes.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats the signal we go now. Stick to plan and we'll get out alive." I shout. Queenie and Jet race off into the air. I take the long road into the destruction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7086894158601688775?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7086894158601688775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7086894158601688775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7086894158601688775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7086894158601688775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-wait-few-months-and-you-get.html' title='You wait a few months and you get expsition'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SKUfy5ZrR3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/cT8Eg4mnTj8/s72-c/black_leather_crhoma01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-5906816830301574116</id><published>2008-08-01T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:51:24.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There were two guys in a cell...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d145/CMGrow23/BamChloroformBanner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d145/CMGrow23/BamChloroformBanner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate being tricked. Its the most unpleasant of things to happen to a Genius. You don't expect to fall for something as simple as an elevator with less oxygen than is needed by four people. Credit has to be given to the old lady (who's name is Gladys) she was willing to put herself in danger to take us out. I sensed the lack of oxygen and was about to tell the others when small holes opened in the wall and sprayed chloroform all over us. The old lady lost it first. Chroma and Henchy tried to punch their way out this only made them breathe in more chloroform. Needless to say they both fell to the classic knockout gas before I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPjRh6zAvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RSs0DmSWo9w/s1600-h/komahenchyoncell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPjRh6zAvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RSs0DmSWo9w/s200/komahenchyoncell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229773482609541874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I woke up I was in a small cell with Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"So when were you gonna tell us about the damn gas?" snapped Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"They weren't gonna open the doors till we were all unconscious. You both could have held you breath longer than me. Why did you lash out?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Old habits die hard." grumbled Henchy back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the cell door opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPj1XcWmII/AAAAAAAAAYw/s1dCTw_5Fi4/s1600-h/cratersmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPj1XcWmII/AAAAAAAAAYw/s1dCTw_5Fi4/s200/cratersmall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229774098272786562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Crater.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Crater dude. Loved you on Next Top Hero." congratulated Henchy trying to distract Crater.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't work.&lt;br /&gt;"You three come back now!" He accused. He looked daggers at the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Christine?" I asked trying to change the subject. That just made him more angry.&lt;br /&gt;"The daughter of the traitor is secured for the moment." he answered. "But you two are yet to be proven innocent either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crater, Dude. To give you the 411 on this, we weren't here when it all went to hell." Explained Henchy in his own way."Koma'll explain the whole time gestation thingy, but we had nothing to do with this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe you were away but Koma could have set this up before he left. This is one of your plans isn't it Koma?" And with that Crater closed the door of the cell and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPnaMldF7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/dymWDBhmMTQ/s1600-h/henchy_angry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPnaMldF7I/AAAAAAAAAY4/dymWDBhmMTQ/s200/henchy_angry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229778029548214194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"One of YOUR plans?" questioned Henchy sarcastically. "This whole take ove Australia is one of you freaky ass plans?"&lt;br /&gt;Henchy was in a bit of shock.&lt;br /&gt;"Look I didn't ever want to set this into motion." I said trying to calm him down but it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you were sorta not so good guy. I remember you saying "I'd never try to take over Australia its too big." But Nooooo! You play us all for saps and have your little hot sexy synthoids take over Australia while we're lost in some other dimension."&lt;br /&gt;"Are you finished ranting yet?" I ask Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"No! I'm not finished yet. I'm just getting started..." I draw my Neural Destabiliser, fire it and Henchy hits the floor unconscious. I look to the security camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's out cold for a while." I announce out loud. "I'll tell you everything I know."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-5906816830301574116?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5906816830301574116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=5906816830301574116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5906816830301574116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5906816830301574116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/08/there-were-two-guys-in-cell.html' title='There were two guys in a cell...'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SJPjRh6zAvI/AAAAAAAAAYo/RSs0DmSWo9w/s72-c/komahenchyoncell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1535013610046769795</id><published>2008-07-07T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:42:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Throwing Henchy to the Sea Monster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLuKKbOUaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IeyIeRDRJTU/s1600-h/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 167px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLuKKbOUaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IeyIeRDRJTU/s320/64.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496776440467874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Chroma here. Koma left us when the huge sea monster was coming at us.&lt;br /&gt;"The synthoid Meter maids must have called it." Guessed Koma. "It was a digital coded message. You know like when you pick up the phone and you get a fax message."&lt;br /&gt;The ocean monster was pretty big. I was waiting for it to attack when Henchy chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh boy I haven't seen anything this tacky since Godzilla." Laughed the idiot Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;I throw the useless yellow excuse for a mercenary into the jaws of the Monster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLlmFs4ovI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7TKMCH4ymRY/s1600-h/henchy-withseamonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLlmFs4ovI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7TKMCH4ymRY/s320/henchy-withseamonster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220487360604054258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You could have told me you were going to do that." commented Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Why so you could stop me?" I snapped back. That Bro's before Ho's line Henchy has been playing really pissed me off. If Koma is going to side with the Henchy he's gonna lose me.&lt;br /&gt;"No so he could have carried a bomb with him." replied Koma."It would have been quicker. Now we have to wait till he does enough damage to either break out or be thrown up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sea monster slides its way through the breakers and up onto the beach. It gets just short of us when it cries out in pain. It coughs and screams again.&lt;br /&gt;Instinctively we step back a few meters. With a loud groan the monster heaves Henchy and a few vital organs up on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLpfhpa_8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/vLmh3ibVyZ8/s1600-h/henchy_thrown_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLpfhpa_8I/AAAAAAAAAXw/vLmh3ibVyZ8/s320/henchy_thrown_up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220491645893148610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Say one &lt;a href="http://theswca.com/images-toys/figuretoys/tauntaunopenbelly-catalog.jpg"&gt;Taun Taun&lt;/a&gt; joke and your dead." says Henchy with a sneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy washes off in the ocean and we continue on our way to meet our contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/05/12/nyregion/12warehouse190.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 183px;" src="http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/05/12/nyregion/12warehouse190.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You sure this is the address?" double checks Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the address." replies Koma. "But it looks like someone got here before us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed "someone" had. Someone with demolition on their mind. The place had been demolished, and burnt to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a bad feeling about this?" I say.&lt;br /&gt;Then a part of the rubble begins to move. Emerging from the ground is an elevator. The doors open revealing a well tanned woman definitely over 50 and certainly not dressing her age.&lt;br /&gt;"The Dr Peters party of three?" she enquired discretly. Which considering the fact that she's in an elevator that popped up from under a demolished building, wasn't that discreet at all.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Thats us." replied Koma a bit stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLtnyFHEtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IV3CNaotgCw/s1600-h/password-elevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLtnyFHEtI/AAAAAAAAAX4/IV3CNaotgCw/s320/password-elevator.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220496185789715154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The three of us begin to enter the elevator when the leathery skinned hag raises one finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLwCOXvv0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/5McEN4pMu1c/s1600-h/lsmary1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLwCOXvv0I/AAAAAAAAAYI/5McEN4pMu1c/s320/lsmary1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220498839083925314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Tut tut, whats the password. No password no ride and.." she pauses pressing a button inside the elevator which activate three rather large guns aimed at us."you might find it a little painful. But I'm told death brings comfort." the old lady smiled her wrinkly leathery smile.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! remind me never to tan again. Mental note must use moisturiser daily.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma is Emo." mumbles Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon I didn't hear that?" says the leather skinned woman.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma is Emo." says Koma angrily."If you ask me to say it again I will hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;"Please come this way. We've been waiting for you." she ushers us into the elevator. It smells of coconut oil. What happens to you when you get old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-1535013610046769795?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1535013610046769795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=1535013610046769795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1535013610046769795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1535013610046769795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/07/throwing-henchy-to-sea-monster.html' title='Throwing Henchy to the Sea Monster'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SHLuKKbOUaI/AAAAAAAAAYA/IeyIeRDRJTU/s72-c/64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1143966089711274852</id><published>2008-06-25T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T06:18:22.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oui? We? or wii</title><content type='html'>So Fury and Falstaff took the three of us out to the Helicarrier and gave us a full briefing of the take over. It took a while and was your usual evil plan. Bad guys plot to take over a country without anyone noticing, abuses of power, people paid off or killed. They used the mobile phone network and an internet worm to get control but thing that activated the brainwashing sounded wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/4027/wii8rj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 76px; height: 130px;" src="http://img245.imageshack.us/img245/4027/wii8rj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It all came to fruition when the wii was first played with..." said Falstaff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Oui? French for yes. Don't you?" interupted Christine.&lt;br /&gt;Falstaff sighed.&lt;br /&gt;"No I mean w-i-i its Nintendo's latest gaming console." explianed Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.collegecandy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/crazy-japanese-show_02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 144px;" src="http://www.collegecandy.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/crazy-japanese-show_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"They called it a wee. Gee who was naming it Pee-Wee Herman?" joked Henchy. "Or worse was it some crazy Japanese executive with a urine fetish dreaming of kids playing in...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henchy!" I shouted."Whats wrong with you? You used to be this hard ass mercenary, now you acting like frat boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hypothermia and concussion makes you a bit different Koma." replied Henchy. "That and having two hot librarian type chicks after you. Am I wrong? No?" He kept silent after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're transfered to a submarine which will take us to Australia. Queensland to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.australianexplorer.com/australia/graphic_map_queensland.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 146px;" src="http://www.australianexplorer.com/australia/graphic_map_queensland.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The plan is that we are going in through the back door. And in northern Queensland you can't get anymore back door. Its full of rednecks and drugged out hippies. We get out of the inflatable that brought us to shore and Falstaff bids us goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've sent four teams before you." He begins in a somber tone. "They didn't come back. Make sure I don't have to send more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey all my Dad said when he died was 'At least your not gay.'" declared Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days later we were at tourist trap known as The Gold Coast. Its got a lot of really tacky gimmicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeDQFhY1iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/utvOJpt45qk/s1600-h/pt-surfers-metermaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeDQFhY1iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/utvOJpt45qk/s320/pt-surfers-metermaids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217283005715371554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best know are the bikini clad parking inspectors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This country is the best!" exclaimed Henchy excited. "I'd just wait in my car all day to get a ticket from those girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They have guys too Henchy." I tell him. "You could have get a parking ticket one of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeDuQ-RqBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/U0kJ_CSdj9k/s1600-h/cappaarticle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeDuQ-RqBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/U0kJ_CSdj9k/s320/cappaarticle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217283524185401362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue walking and are confronted by three of the meter maids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeC6uQ_RjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7HyYYkmv2YA/s1600-h/queensland_metermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeC6uQ_RjI/AAAAAAAAAXI/7HyYYkmv2YA/s200/queensland_metermaid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217282638695319090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You will wait here for the Quarantine Task Force. They will see to your innoculation." ordered the lead bikini clad meter maid. There's something familiar about them, a level of flawlessness with these women.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap!" I sigh. "They're synthoids." My sensors confirm this.&lt;br /&gt;"Sensor sweep detected." the lead maid skwaks.&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do a sensor sweep?" complains Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Reflex. Sorry, they're just so flawless they had to be synthoids but I've been wrong before." I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;"Next time think before you do it." corrects Chroma. "We're supposed to be doing this covertly. Lets just hope we can avoid making a scene."&lt;br /&gt;"Source identified - Captain Koma." skwaks the meter maids in unsion and their eyes go red. Which always means violence is coming.&lt;br /&gt;"Call enforcer Titan-12." sounded off the lead meter maid. Then the three started a hideous series of screaches.&lt;br /&gt;Chroma goes steel and kicks the lead maid the others continue screaching.&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have to do this all by myself?" snaps Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeIySN87-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ubs_gEtCKd4/s1600-h/koma-shoots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeIySN87-I/AAAAAAAAAXg/ubs_gEtCKd4/s320/koma-shoots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217289090797203426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Sorry." I answer. I draw my blaster and take out the remaing two maids.&lt;br /&gt;"Dude couldn't you have reprogramed them." complained Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;We ignore him because something else is a bit weird. No one is running away from us or is taking pictures, the cops are just passing us by.&lt;br /&gt;"Innoculation. Mobile Phones. Wii's. Synthoids." I mumble to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Then something strange happens. All the people on the beach just get up and walk away. Calmly as if they all just decided to leave then and there.&lt;br /&gt;"Mind control!" I exclaim. "Innoculation, Mobile Phone's, Wi-Fi. They've used the current signals around to control the whole population."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah but why are they all leaving?" asked Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um Guys I think thats the reason why?" said Henchy pointing to the large robot monster emerging from the ocean.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://projectmifune.pbwiki.com/f/leviathancolor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://projectmifune.pbwiki.com/f/leviathancolor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh carp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-1143966089711274852?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1143966089711274852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=1143966089711274852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1143966089711274852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1143966089711274852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/06/oui-we-or-wii.html' title='Oui? We? or wii'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SGeDQFhY1iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/utvOJpt45qk/s72-c/pt-surfers-metermaids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-5333135934933696462</id><published>2008-06-23T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T01:27:56.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We get back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9ZY7EZ3bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pvO2Ml0iYr4/s1600-h/natasha-henstridge-24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9ZY7EZ3bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pvO2Ml0iYr4/s200/natasha-henstridge-24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214985178226220466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi Christine here.&lt;br /&gt;Its been a fortnight since we helped the X-men beat Nemonock and Koma put Xavier's Brain back in his body. Koma got all personal and went away to think about what comes next. I went and had some fun at Logans expense. It was more than worth it. When we finally got back Xavier got intouch with his contact. It was this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9aRRJdghI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DgvLo1VpA_U/s1600-h/furyjackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9aRRJdghI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/DgvLo1VpA_U/s200/furyjackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214986146225685010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nick Fury he's sometimes black and sometimes white. Also sometimes he's this guy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thedailyhasselhoff.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/fury1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 226px;" src="http://thedailyhasselhoff.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/fury1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Koma told me that was just some idiot fan at the 1999 Comiccon. Anyway we meet him and he's all cloak and dagger saying that yes he knows whats happened in Australia and that he has two main sources for this information.&lt;br /&gt;"So when do we meet them?" demanded Koma being quite forward. He'd been getting rather frustrated by the fact that Fury would see him earlier. In fact he'd was about to start breaking into the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier when Fury rang to confirm the place and time for this "little chat" as Fury put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come with me." said Fury plainly ignoring Koma's demand. We follwed and were ushered into the standard black SUV that you get in secret agencies these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9dQx0RvTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wGsifk7nyOQ/s1600-h/henchyinsuv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9dQx0RvTI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wGsifk7nyOQ/s200/henchyinsuv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214989436350217522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In it was Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Koma how's it hanging!" greeted the backstaber.&lt;br /&gt;"You!" I growled. I was about to launch at him when Koma grabbed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Chirstine, you can hit him next time." he offers.&lt;br /&gt;"Bro's before Ho's, eh! Koma." snaps Henchy back.&lt;br /&gt;"No she'll bash you later. I've already wasted too much time." replied Koma coldly.&lt;br /&gt;"Cold Dude!" remarked Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy told us how he'd escaped from "Major Dad" as he called my father. He'd gotten into a bit of trouble with both Annabel and Alicia Quest. They'd both tried to help him escape at the same time. Within the confusion of this Henchy was able to make his own escape.&lt;br /&gt;"This Henchman ain't gonna be tied down." he decleared. Then adding. "But theres more than enough to go around if you know what I mean." He put his hand in the air for a high five from Koma. Koma let it hang there.&lt;br /&gt;"Dude don't leave me hanging." pleaded Henchy. Koma didn't reply.&lt;br /&gt;"You said there were two sources?" said Koma changing the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and were almost at the safe house." answers Fury. The SUV stops and we get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/display/44c78e3f-6e38-4590-b358-b07e231ee895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 148px;" src="http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/display/44c78e3f-6e38-4590-b358-b07e231ee895.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Park Avenue you got me holed up in a rat infested motel 6 in Jersy." complains Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Must have felt like home." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in and Fury leads us into a huge apratment. Its got big guys with dark glasses and ear phones all over the place. They all acknoweledge Fury as he walks in. Inside there's a group of Australian dignitaries some I know others I don't. Its Koma who recognises the one Fury has brought us here for first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9edvCKbiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JYSBfYJD5Rw/s1600-h/markharmon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9edvCKbiI/AAAAAAAAAFg/JYSBfYJD5Rw/s320/markharmon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214990758453079586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Falstaff!" he exclaims."You have a lot of explaining to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin, Christine you've finally made it back, and 2 years late." replies Falstaff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-5333135934933696462?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5333135934933696462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=5333135934933696462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5333135934933696462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5333135934933696462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-get-back-on-track.html' title='We get back on track'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SF9ZY7EZ3bI/AAAAAAAAAFI/pvO2Ml0iYr4/s72-c/natasha-henstridge-24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-5631151253357749234</id><published>2008-06-03T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T06:36:33.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After party celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVAOax_TGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RS_N0ZZdx_g/s1600-h/koma%40bar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVAOax_TGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RS_N0ZZdx_g/s320/koma%40bar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207639160575183970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sitting in the bar of the Shi'ar Battle Cruiser. They call it a recreation area and they serve a decent fermented nectar drink thats got a nice kick to it. So for me its a bar. I always like to have a drink after surgery and having just put the Professor's Brain into his body. I felt I deserved a drink or two.&lt;br /&gt;It was quiet, just me and the bar guy.&lt;br /&gt;Peace and quiet after all that action with the X-men was exactly what I needed. I had to gather my thoughts. Beating Nemonock was a good thing. Always good to put upstarts like him in their place. As for if he's actually dead meh! As if I care.&lt;br /&gt;I had to get back to the task at hand, saving Australia. Fortunately Xavier was very happy to get his brain back into his body. He said he'd help me out.&lt;br /&gt;After I'd had enough quiet I went to find Xavier and then maybe Chroma. I'm sure she'd be past the victory celebration and be looking for me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVAZ0fGdEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ncOUe8nagtM/s1600-h/lilandra-xavier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVAZ0fGdEI/AAAAAAAAAVo/ncOUe8nagtM/s320/lilandra-xavier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207639356453844034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found Xavier and Lilandra in the Royal suite with Jon IG most of the X-men. I told Xavier about the problem in Austalia and that I needed verifiable information on the truth of the take over.&lt;br /&gt;"I know just the person who has his finger on the pulse. I'll put you in contact with him when we get back to Earth." he smiled a wry smile. "Oh and Koma about revealing that I use the chair for sympathy. Forget about it."&lt;br /&gt;His eyes were mesmeric....I was doing something gee that nectar drink really has a kick.&lt;br /&gt;"I think I've had a bit too many right now Chuck." I excused myself and went to find Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVH4M59fiI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8vbRniEEJxE/s1600-h/viewing_Deck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVH4M59fiI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8vbRniEEJxE/s320/viewing_Deck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207647574986423842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was out on the promenade watching the stars.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey." I say casually making my relaxed presence known.&lt;br /&gt;"So you've had enough peace and quiet huh?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep!" I reply as I put my arm around her waist. She didn't pull away or move my arm. Thats a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to stay here for a while and watch the stars." she tells me. I'm cool with that. For a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there my peaceful platinum paramour beside me and the glory of the cosmos. It was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the ship shuddered a bit. My sensors were patched into the Battle Cruiser and told me an esacape pod had launched.&lt;br /&gt;"What number escape pod launched?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"22." I replied. "How did you know that was an escape pod?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Wolverine wanted to get back to earth early. So I gave him a going away present" she smiled wickedly.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I may have found Scott and told him that Emma was waiting for him in Escape pod 22, naked." she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVIvu892aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Z6ac09GHs30/s1600-h/wolverine-cyclops-emma-fros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVIvu892aI/AAAAAAAAAV4/Z6ac09GHs30/s320/wolverine-cyclops-emma-fros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207648529018640802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I laughed too.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying it to her now. But I love this woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-5631151253357749234?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5631151253357749234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=5631151253357749234' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5631151253357749234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5631151253357749234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/06/after-party-celebrations.html' title='After party celebrations'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SEVAOax_TGI/AAAAAAAAAVg/RS_N0ZZdx_g/s72-c/koma%40bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-742725655856935728</id><published>2008-05-27T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:42:34.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ride on the Danger Sled</title><content type='html'>"Thats it! Next time I see that dirty Carny she's dead." screamed Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;We were standing back in New Jersey looking at the blown up remains of the X-Jet. Read &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wolverines Blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwKFnvx73I/AAAAAAAAAUY/46ScIvYco_8/s1600-h/crash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwKFnvx73I/AAAAAAAAAUY/46ScIvYco_8/s320/crash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205046361018462066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was thinking about calming her down and then she went steel and began wailing on the remains of the X-Jet's fuselage.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn f$%#ing Mutant!" she screamed.&lt;br /&gt;My sensors detected a space ship. And not just any ship, the Danger Sled of &lt;a href="http://joninterglad.blogspot.com/2008/05/xaviers-brain-is-missing.html"&gt;Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;“That damned bitch, where did she go?” continued my very passionate girlfriend. I let her deal with her rage and went to see Jon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwKt3vx74I/AAAAAAAAAUg/_Y4ArrvGMA8/s1600-h/jon_ig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 90px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwKt3vx74I/AAAAAAAAAUg/_Y4ArrvGMA8/s320/jon_ig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205047052508196738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Hey what’s going on?” he asked his hair crisp and blowing in the breeze.&lt;br /&gt;I told him what had happened up till now and he said he'd been in a fight with Nemonock.&lt;br /&gt;“Well let’s go get him,” i replied.&lt;br /&gt;“There’s room for two more on the &lt;em&gt;Danger Sled&lt;/em&gt;.” replied Jon.&lt;br /&gt;“Then let’s go.” ordered Christine. She'd had enough of destroying what was left of the X-Jet and wanted to wail on something else. I knew the look in her eyes she was biding her time and when she let go I didn't want to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got out into space and made our way to where &lt;a href="http://nemonok.blogspot.com/2008/05/slight-hitch-in-my-plans.html"&gt;Nemonock's ship&lt;/a&gt; was. Jon insulted Chroma with some stupid quip about not needing a sports bra. If I didn't tell her not to she would have made sure Jon would have needed hospitalisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYqnoC0R_pw/SDcOghvkWmI/AAAAAAAACBo/VmQ-Qs7uHzc/s320/cockpit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wYqnoC0R_pw/SDcOghvkWmI/AAAAAAAACBo/VmQ-Qs7uHzc/s320/cockpit1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got out into space and made our way to where Nemonock's ship was.&lt;br /&gt;there was another space craft out there a Shi'ar battle cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylV5LAZ0QZ0/SDTCJ7Zbv4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/u6Gaf5DXrcA/s400/shiar+battlecruiser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ylV5LAZ0QZ0/SDTCJ7Zbv4I/AAAAAAAAAP4/u6Gaf5DXrcA/s400/shiar+battlecruiser.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“The Shi’Ar?” Chroma asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, a race of bird people,” Koma explained. “They’ve got a pretty big galactic empire and oh yeah, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/2008/05/xavier-my-ship-has-been-seriously.html"&gt;Xavier&lt;/a&gt; and their queen have the hots for each other.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can imagine why they’re here then.” she replied with a guffaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the Shi'ar cruiser and Chroma made a bee line for The Scarlet Witch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to kick you in the head!" she growled.&lt;br /&gt;"You can try." Wanda laughs. "But you will find yourself as Darkseid's new harem girl if attempt it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwM1Hvx75I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jVj5ZnQzFYo/s1600-h/scarlet-witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwM1Hvx75I/AAAAAAAAAUo/jVj5ZnQzFYo/s320/scarlet-witch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205049376085503890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Storm broke it all up and soon we were getting the help of Lilandra the Queen of the Shi'ar and one of Xavier's ling line of unsatisfied ex-girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN9W5n5E5o/R8SWBfR8wbI/AAAAAAAAASk/_btTVTc8cac/s320/guns.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 167px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RGN9W5n5E5o/R8SWBfR8wbI/AAAAAAAAASk/_btTVTc8cac/s320/guns.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suggest that we use my technology to get on the ship. We get on there easily and quickly but Nemonock was waiting. Him and his crazy woman had plans for us.&lt;br /&gt;“Pocket android henchmen just add water!" teases Gun Nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just what I need something to hit" rejoiced Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;Her and Logan went to town on the Automaton Henchmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats a non-unionised labor force you better make sure that Henchy don't find out?" I tell Nemonock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whowantstobeavillain.blogspot.com/2007/12/nemonok-i-win.html"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 116px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mljwk4rgqo/R2hcPXvPQlI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wWnf44ZxWPc/s320/certificate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Think I care." snapped back the evil Psychiatrist. "I'm a super villain remember you gave me my certificate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew that one was coming.  This brain's gonna find out why I'm called Captain Koma. I draw out my Neural Destabiliser and fire at Nemonock.&lt;br /&gt;"Eat this!" I spit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-742725655856935728?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/742725655856935728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=742725655856935728' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/742725655856935728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/742725655856935728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/ride-on-danger-sled.html' title='A ride on the Danger Sled'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SDwKFnvx73I/AAAAAAAAAUY/46ScIvYco_8/s72-c/crash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7840953876636990541</id><published>2008-05-20T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T00:33:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witches Bitches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SDN0F053RhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/urPW9u365gs/s1600-h/Woman-Combat-Position-549768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SDN0F053RhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/urPW9u365gs/s320/Woman-Combat-Position-549768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202629637992564242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"How in the world did the X-Jet blow up?" It was all I could think of on my trip down to the ground. Austin's anti-gravity belt worked like a charm and better than a parachute too. The explosion didn't knock me unconscious, however Austin was. I found him on the ground his face relaxed as if he didn't have a worry in the world.&lt;br /&gt;"He-he!" He chuckled.&lt;br /&gt;I wondered what he was chuckling at.&lt;br /&gt;"Austin wake up." I said to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh! wha!" he began but he soon recovered. "Oh yeah X-Jet blowed up real good. Did the others survive?" He asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SDN1p053RiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6xfHto1gnA0/s1600-h/logan_cyke_hug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SDN1p053RiI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6xfHto1gnA0/s320/logan_cyke_hug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202631355979482658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pointed over to where &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cyclops was hugging Logan&lt;/a&gt;. Storm also was just alighting from the air with the brainless Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great the gangs all here. I can get a portal up and running in two shakes of a lambs tail." Koma started doing his Felix the cat impersonation pulling a briefcase out of his coat. He opened the case, but we were interupted by a woman in red and pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.norse-man.net/marvel/Char-S/ScarletWitch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 84px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.norse-man.net/marvel/Char-S/ScarletWitch.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She was all over Logan. What is it with these women and this hairy little man? Sure a nice amount of sexy stubble on the face is cool but all over shag-pile, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;"Its the Scarlet Witch, Magneto's daughter." Koma whispered.&lt;br /&gt;"What is Magneto's daughter doing here?" I asked back a little too loudly.&lt;br /&gt;Then Cyclops told the Gypsy that I'd kicked Logan in his manhood and she turned me into a frog.&lt;br /&gt;Really where's the imagination in that? You get pissed off and you turn someone into a frog. She's got crazy Hex powers that are unstable and she got rid of almost all the worlds mutants. Then oh she'll turn you into a frog. You see this is what inbreeding gets you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma did his polite Hugh Grant thing and was able to convince Gypsy Rotten that I'd apologise and she turned me back. Sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.comicvine.com/uploads/item/2000/1466/87613-scarlet-witch_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 158px;" src="http://image.comicvine.com/uploads/item/2000/1466/87613-scarlet-witch_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Storm brought the wicked witch up to speed. Then she sat down started babling and then announced that she'd found Xavier and would take us to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Koma hates magic. Its random, it often doesn't work and its just not logical. I didn't like this up-tight Euro-trash but if she was going to make it easier to find Xavier then why not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ohiopeakoilaction.org/images/easterisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.ohiopeakoilaction.org/images/easterisland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First we went here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/1d/92/16/sydney-opera-house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 184px;" src="http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/00/1d/92/16/sydney-opera-house.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chinareview.com/images/attractions-great-wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.chinareview.com/images/attractions-great-wall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nope not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ohiopeakoilaction.org/images/easterisland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 257px;" src="http://www.ohiopeakoilaction.org/images/easterisland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hang on weren't we here before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If this next one doesn't work I'm going to kick her in the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7840953876636990541?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7840953876636990541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7840953876636990541' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7840953876636990541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7840953876636990541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/witches-bitches.html' title='Witches Bitches'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SDN0F053RhI/AAAAAAAAAEw/urPW9u365gs/s72-c/Woman-Combat-Position-549768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7255836397091922997</id><published>2008-05-12T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T18:47:20.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a total genius</title><content type='html'>I'm blowing my own trumpet I know but when you can do what I can do you just gotta flaunt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCjvvgUuSMI/AAAAAAAAATw/AfK9_7qAnmw/s1600-h/brain-surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCjvvgUuSMI/AAAAAAAAATw/AfK9_7qAnmw/s400/brain-surgery.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199669369208981698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I've done it!" I announced to the group around me. I wanted to scream He's alive but that just seemed a bit too far. That and the fact that I might have scared Cyclops again. Though he seemed to be elsewhere in his mind while all this was happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCjv6gUuSNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WZ2NnYoJkG8/s1600-h/STChucksBrain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCjv6gUuSNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/WZ2NnYoJkG8/s400/STChucksBrain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199669558187542738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"He's walking?" replied a stunned Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll yeah the whole wheel chair thing is fake. He does it to pick up chicks." I tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Storm looked at me and then at Logan. Logan nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Realm/6198/X-Men/Storm4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Realm/6198/X-Men/Storm4.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh! That explains a lot." she said as the penny dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So now I've been able to keep Chucks body functioning you can go look for him." I say wrapping up my part in another chapter of X-men history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uk.geocities.com/battlecharger@btinternet.com/cyclops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 167px;" src="http://uk.geocities.com/battlecharger@btinternet.com/cyclops.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No!" blurts out Cyclops.  "The Professor says you'll be needed for us to beat Dr Nimmock or something. He Told me where he is. Come X-men follow me and we'll save the Professor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyclops ran out of the room and no one followed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is he for real?" asked Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah he's got a few issues. " answered Logan. "But if Chucks told him where he is then we better get him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that we got on board one of the many X planes to save the Professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/images/2007/10/22/antigravity_space_suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 141px;" src="http://www.dailygalaxy.com/my_weblog/images/2007/10/22/antigravity_space_suit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Christine you should put this on." I give Chroma an anti-gravity belt. "It wont give you flight but it will make sure you float down safely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you giving me this now?" asked my nordic mistress of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is an X plane they usually get blown up in mid air by the bad guys." I explained. "If its Neemonock behind all of this he'll shoot us out of the sky before we get close."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" replied Christine. "But I can survive a fall in my steel form."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not if your unconscious." I tell her. "Just making sure, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you Austin." she gave me a little peck on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You two wanna get a room back there?" grumped Logan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chroma and Koma sitting in a tree..." began Cyclops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately his childish taunt was cut short by the X-plane exploding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f21/mightyjoeyoung77/kaboom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f21/mightyjoeyoung77/kaboom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7255836397091922997?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7255836397091922997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7255836397091922997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7255836397091922997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7255836397091922997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-am-total-genius.html' title='I am a total genius'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCjvvgUuSMI/AAAAAAAAATw/AfK9_7qAnmw/s72-c/brain-surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-419472195331042370</id><published>2008-05-08T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:28:22.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing peace and understanding through war</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCOnlVtQWGI/AAAAAAAAASw/NzDkiTGJpwY/s1600-h/xavier1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCOnlVtQWGI/AAAAAAAAASw/NzDkiTGJpwY/s200/xavier1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198182654839642210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was busy examining the brainless Professor when Logan walked in. He threatened me as I expected him to do. I was about to tell him what was happening when Chroma attacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm always impressed when she decks someone but I never thought I'd see the day when she'd sucker punch Logan through a wall. As impressive as that was I knew it was the start of a really nasty fight. Of course I didn't tell her that I was impressed by her punching Logan did I. No I went and complained that she'd gotten us into a fight with the X-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCOnQltQWFI/AAAAAAAAASo/RlwDFwiKtnE/s1600-h/chromadcau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCOnQltQWFI/AAAAAAAAASo/RlwDFwiKtnE/s200/chromadcau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198182298357356626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why did you do that?" I whined. "That was Wolverine. Now there's going to be a big stinking fight with the X-men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was Wolverine? I always thought he was taller." My powerful paramour pronounced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We came here to get some help so we could confirm that Australia had been taken over." I explained trying not to be condescending. "We didn't come here to find out whether you could beat Logan in a fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.alexhorley.com/Images/wolverine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.alexhorley.com/Images/wolverine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chroma didn't reply cause coming out of what was left of the wall was Logan.&lt;br /&gt;"Heh! Not bad a punch. Your building them sex-bots tougher these days Koma." chuckled Logan in way that suggested I'm gonna kill you next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma was silent her teeth were clenched. She was angry at being called a sex-bot, no not angry. She was indignant and the one thing she hated the most (apart from when I forget to massage her feet) was that people thought I'd made her. In her eyes it was in insult to both of us. She  always took it hard, and now she had an opportunity to release that fury out on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.piercemattie.com/blogs/Glam_network_fembots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.piercemattie.com/blogs/Glam_network_fembots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So does she have them machine gun breasts like in Austin Powers?"asked Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I don't." replied Chroma. "But you might be sporting your testicles on your face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I like it when they talk dirty Koma." Logan licked his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that it was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma usually fought intelligently but this time she was pissed of and launched herself at the Canadian. Size and weight were on her side but Logan is the best at what he does and... ah! you all know how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ccs.neu.edu/home/spellacy/xmenpictures/Flair_Storm.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ccs.neu.edu/home/spellacy/xmenpictures/Flair_Storm.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The noise brought the rest of the X-men to the Professors office. Fortunately one of them was Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma what are you doing here?" she demanded of me. I've always had a crush on Strom. She's got that regal bearing thats so damn sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came here for help. Logan started a fight with Chroma." I began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LOGAN! Cease this brawling." commanded Storm. Lightning flashed in the office and the following thunder was deafening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan stopped but Christine didn't. Seeing she had an opening for one last shot she kicked Logan in what Henchy likes to call "the little boys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan doubled over in pain and everyone tried to suppress the oncoming chuckle. Cyclops however didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you said you wanted Help?" asked Storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and I believe we can help each other." I answered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally this could be going somewhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-419472195331042370?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/419472195331042370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=419472195331042370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/419472195331042370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/419472195331042370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/bringing-peace-and-understanding.html' title='Bringing peace and understanding through war'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCOnlVtQWGI/AAAAAAAAASw/NzDkiTGJpwY/s72-c/xavier1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6135104235177462451</id><published>2008-05-04T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:18:08.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh! So thats Wolverine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6F4psOY-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ESmNg1A7TmQ/s1600-h/socooter_with_koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6F4psOY-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ESmNg1A7TmQ/s320/socooter_with_koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196738228342645730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ride through the maelstrom was worse then when we did it in that stupid ship Austin made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its gonna look real weird." Austin shouted over his shoulder. "If you get freaked out just close your eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colours were amazing, it was like a kaleidescope. The colours changed and broke off into  a myriad of  patterns. They moved like smoke and  flowed like water and then all of the sudden turned solid like a wall of stained glass.  It looked like we were about to hit it. I tightened my grip to Austin's waist and pulled myself closer so I could see his face. His eyes were already closed.&lt;br /&gt;"Austin!" I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;"What?" He screamed back his eyes now open.&lt;br /&gt;"Look out we're going to crash." I pointed at the wall approaching rapidly towards us.&lt;br /&gt;"Its not there." Austin shouted back. "Your brains making up stuff because it can't find anything that it recognises."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma we're going to hit it!" I screamed and lunged at the controls. The scooter swerved to the right but the wall was too close and I braced myself for impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought a heard a chuckle from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you laugh?" I accused.&lt;br /&gt;"No but I am smiling. Just close your eye's we'll be finished this ride in a few moments." he answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6IzZsOY_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QnzFEkebwQo/s1600-h/in_chucks_study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6IzZsOY_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/QnzFEkebwQo/s320/in_chucks_study.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196741436683215858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And in a few moments I couldn't hear the maelstrom, everything felt calm and warm. There was the smell of Cognac, old books  and cigars.  I opened my eye's and we were in a study or a den. Then my I saw someone I thought I recognised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that Professor Xavier?" I asked Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! But somethings wrong here. He hasn't noticed us or even told me to get lost. Which is very unlike him." answered Koma as he got off the scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chuck! You there." addressed Koma. He walked right up to the Professor and waved his hand in front of his face. No response. He checked the Professors pulse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6KKpsOZAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TX87AhWzzl4/s1600-h/xavier1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6KKpsOZAI/AAAAAAAAAEo/TX87AhWzzl4/s320/xavier1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196742935626802178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hang on whats this. Its some kind of suture mark on his head. Oh my God!" he exclaimed and pulled out a small device like a tuning fork out of his coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats wrong Austin?" I asked still on the scooter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His body is functioning normally but his brain, its not there." replied Koma surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to ask how that could've happened when the door to the study burst opened and standing in the doorway was a little furry man chomping on a nasty cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.celebrific.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/wolverine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 335px;" src="http://www.celebrific.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/06/wolverine1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Koma! I thought I told you...." He stopped and sniffed the air. "What you done with Chuck?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snikt! His claws unsheathed from between his knuckles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one sudden movement I'd changed into my metal form and was striking the little furry man with all my might. He flew through the wall of the study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why did you do that?" whined Austin. "That was Wolverine. Now there's going to be a big stinking fight with the X-men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was Wolverine? I always thought he was taller." I answered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6135104235177462451?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6135104235177462451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6135104235177462451' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6135104235177462451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6135104235177462451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-so-thats-wolverine.html' title='Oh! So thats Wolverine.'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SB6F4psOY-I/AAAAAAAAAEY/ESmNg1A7TmQ/s72-c/socooter_with_koma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8025908428555341931</id><published>2008-05-02T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T07:35:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a plan that comes togther</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdBPb0SZI/AAAAAAAAARw/dTKApWMghlQ/s1600-h/koma_in_cell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdBPb0SZI/AAAAAAAAARw/dTKApWMghlQ/s200/koma_in_cell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195778502262278546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to take credit for this plan but its all Henchy and Annabells idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the cell. There wasn't a mirror but I was quite sure that I had huge black eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Henchy and his realism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a few knocks on the wall behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I knock back and the wall is hot.&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" I wince.  "Some genius you are can't tell between metal warping and someone knocking." I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdOPb0SaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ovLpXNIM74Q/s1600-h/0000-7513-20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 175px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdOPb0SaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ovLpXNIM74Q/s200/0000-7513-20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195778725600577954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get up and watch as the metal heats up further and the line of the cut begins to glow red. I'd  forgotten that Christine was a demolitions expert. She's always been quite capable with an oxy-acetylene torch.&lt;br /&gt;Then with a final punch the hole opens like it was made of cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdZvb0SbI/AAAAAAAAASA/m8Pj5Yd1EyA/s1600-h/user624_1156981714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdZvb0SbI/AAAAAAAAASA/m8Pj5Yd1EyA/s200/user624_1156981714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195778923169073586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Are you coming?" It wasn't really a question from Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Aren't you a little too female for a Stormtrooper?" I quipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just for that I will NEVER wear the slave-leia costume you got me." scolded Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"A Man only has a few dreams woman and your taking one of those away." I grumbled as I climbed into the elevator access shaft.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe next time you'll stop the pithy quips." snapped back Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're gonna act like an old married couple do it on your own time." complained Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;We completed the rest of the climb down the elevator shaft in silence. Alicia was still connected to the bases system and was able to open the elevator doors. We walk into the storage room and the my retro space ship is still there as is the slipstream gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long do you need?" asked Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"About two minutes and then I'll be gone." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the portal running. But I need a something to get me to my destination. Especially with there being no connecting portal. I have two minutes to go and scavenge something from the retro space ship. I had something prepared just in case the ship broke apart and we had to get home from the maelstrom. Its kinda like a a space scooter but a bit lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsmHfb0ScI/AAAAAAAAASI/MlbU1iszOYQ/s1600-h/leaving_chorma_koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsmHfb0ScI/AAAAAAAAASI/MlbU1iszOYQ/s200/leaving_chorma_koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195788505241110978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The elevators started Koma." says Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn your Dad's got a decent sixth sense." I curse.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah and He'll be worse when we leave." she says as she grabs onto my hips.&lt;br /&gt;"We!" I reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah we." Answers Chroma she flips the controls on the scooter and we're off into the portal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8025908428555341931?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8025908428555341931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8025908428555341931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8025908428555341931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8025908428555341931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-plan-that-comes-togther.html' title='I love a plan that comes togther'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBsdBPb0SZI/AAAAAAAAARw/dTKApWMghlQ/s72-c/koma_in_cell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-5868830146773860066</id><published>2008-05-01T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T05:54:57.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So what if I'm with Koma!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmySZsOY3I/AAAAAAAAADY/Besglr7ZTpY/s1600-h/Angry_alicia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmySZsOY3I/AAAAAAAAADY/Besglr7ZTpY/s320/Angry_alicia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195379674352345970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"You did what with Henchy!!!!!" screamed Alicia at Annabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey he's got that animal magnetism, its hard to say no to that." snapped back Annabell. "Anyway all we did was flirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped in between the two. Annabell had been telling us of the plan that she'd hatched so that Henchy would get paid and Koma get out of the base. She'd just gotten to the part when My Dad The Major told Annabell to give Henchy what he wanted when Alicia began shouting. The same Alica who'd told me that she was ok with Henchy dumping her, was acting a lot like the jealous Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey hey!" I shouted getting their attention. "We're trying to get my guy out of here, OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That'll be ten bucks Annabell." said Alicia with a smile of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmzfpsOY7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gbj6Y25UDt4/s1600-h/abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmzfpsOY7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/gbj6Y25UDt4/s320/abby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195381001497240498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Damn!" cursed Annabell. She dug into her pockets and pulled out a ten dollar note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you both bait me into.... You know what? I don't care. Lets just get on with it." I grumpped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annabell and Alicia both giggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBm1MpsOY9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DRCImV9SoTc/s1600-h/mazar_blog260x237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 146px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBm1MpsOY9I/AAAAAAAAAEI/DRCImV9SoTc/s320/mazar_blog260x237.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195382874102981586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How juvinile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ok so Henchy and Koma should be at the dead end and... oh there they are!" exclaimed Annabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched on the CCTV system Koma and Henchy at the dead end. And then the guards running down the hall and then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmyr5sOY6I/AAAAAAAAADw/J8JHneaLYqA/s1600-h/henchy_punch_koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmyr5sOY6I/AAAAAAAAADw/J8JHneaLYqA/s320/henchy_punch_koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195380112439010210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ouch! Thats gotta leave a bruise or two." replied Annabell to Henchy's sucker punching of Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just wait. You'll get yours you yellow bastard." I muttered under my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmybJsOY4I/AAAAAAAAADg/zJc3ybX6Gc0/s1600-h/Annabell03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmybJsOY4I/AAAAAAAAADg/zJc3ybX6Gc0/s320/Annabell03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195379824676201346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Now phase two of the plan is put into action!" proclaimed Annabell excitedly. She very quickly explained that Alicia and I had to get into the elevator maintenance shaft and cut our way through to the detention cell where they would place Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Come on now you've got to hurry." pushed Annabell. "I'm quite sure Major-Dad already suspects I'm behind some of this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into the maintenance shaft and Annabell waived us goodbye and shut us in. Then she opened it up again.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm are either of you guys claustrophobic?" she asked rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;"Not me." answered Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;I just shook my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBm0XpsOY8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/E6_Gh62Kx7Y/s1600-h/pauleyperrette-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 157px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBm0XpsOY8I/AAAAAAAAAEA/E6_Gh62Kx7Y/s320/pauleyperrette-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195381963569914818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ok I love you bye bye. Oh Alicia remember to call me when Koma's gone." And with that Annabell shut the door again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Koma used to date her huh!" said Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin is going to have to do a lot of explaining when this is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-5868830146773860066?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/5868830146773860066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=5868830146773860066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5868830146773860066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/5868830146773860066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-what-if-im-with-koma.html' title='So what if I&apos;m with Koma!'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SBmySZsOY3I/AAAAAAAAADY/Besglr7ZTpY/s72-c/Angry_alicia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-793699159422704042</id><published>2008-04-28T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:49:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double crossing is good business</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBayzPb0SWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iiKwtIECAi0/s1600-h/koma_henchy_run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBayzPb0SWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iiKwtIECAi0/s200/koma_henchy_run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194535813604723042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Henchy and I were running down the maze of corridors that made up the underground station.&lt;br /&gt;"You've gotten fit Koma." complimented Henchy. "Normally you'd be pooped by now."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks but I can't take the credit here." I answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah!" said Henchy knowingly. "Wow Chicka wow wow."&lt;br /&gt;"No Christine put me on a Pilates course." I corrected.&lt;br /&gt;"You know you coulda just played along..." began Henchy but he was interupted by a row of machine guns that dropped from the celing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBa2BPb0SYI/AAAAAAAAARg/MXPDk9kSenk/s1600-h/machine_gun_run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBa2BPb0SYI/AAAAAAAAARg/MXPDk9kSenk/s200/machine_gun_run.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194539352657774978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Looks like the Major in law has you up for a shotgun wedding." quipped Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;I had the station map downloaded along with the locations of the booby traps. I had to get to the main elevator access shaft. Then climb down said access shaft to the storage bay where the portal was fire it up and get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it got harder. The corridor ended. It kept on going on the map Alicia was given by Annabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you had the map in you head or something?" said Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So did I." I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard the sound of a lot of people with a lot of guns running down the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys with guns, backs to the wall. At least I got you to cover my back." I tell Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBay5vb0SXI/AAAAAAAAARY/y4hHJaPDuG8/s1600-h/henchy_punch_koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBay5vb0SXI/AAAAAAAAARY/y4hHJaPDuG8/s200/henchy_punch_koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194535925273872754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I turn around and Henchy's fist rockets into my face. As I fall into the black I hear Henchy apologising.&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Koma, nothing personal. Its just business."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-793699159422704042?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/793699159422704042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=793699159422704042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/793699159422704042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/793699159422704042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/04/double-crossing-is-good-business.html' title='Double crossing is good business'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SBayzPb0SWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/iiKwtIECAi0/s72-c/koma_henchy_run.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8841326452596251353</id><published>2008-04-17T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:55:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My coping mechanism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf0YzTCBbI/AAAAAAAAACo/d2O5e6HqHlg/s1600-h/chroma_leia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 136px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf0YzTCBbI/AAAAAAAAACo/d2O5e6HqHlg/s320/chroma_leia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190385802491856306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Major, my Dad didn't interrogate me. I didn't tell the others that. I was just sedated and woke up in the cell. Austin was concerned about me which was cute and once I'd convinced him I was ok Koma started thinking of a way to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm making a difference between the guy who's my boyfriend and the evil genius. I still don't know why I'm doing it but it does make things easier. Well it stops me from punching him. You know what they say men get frustrated women cope. This is my coping mechanism. Koma and Henchy (I still don't like that guy) we're working out with Alicia how to escape, when they realised I'd woken up they changed the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So do we believe the Major on the Australia being taken over?" asked Koma changing the subject.&lt;br /&gt;"He's talking out of his ass." answered Henchy. "He's a Craptologist."&lt;br /&gt;"And what do we have to confirm this with?" replied Koma skeptically.&lt;br /&gt;"Who'd ever want to take over Australia!" He began. "Sure its got a great beaches and the chicks are hawt but its too big. You know that all the smart bad guys take over little 3rd world island nations. Its just too  much to believe."&lt;br /&gt;"But Australia is and island Henchy?" corrected Koma&lt;br /&gt;"Bullshit!" snapped back Henchy&lt;br /&gt;Then Henchy and Koma got into an argument on whether Australia is an island or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf36zTCBdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VOZl-bSSjkM/s1600-h/koma_henchyargue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf36zTCBdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/VOZl-bSSjkM/s320/koma_henchyargue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190389685142291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually the two decided to agree to disagree, they didn't want it getting in the way of their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So when are we going to escape?" I asked. The three of them fell silent.&lt;br /&gt;"You don't trust me cause He's my Dad!" I accused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine." said Koma. "I'm going to be honest here. Yes." He then looked at Alicia. "Are we set?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf6YDTCBeI/AAAAAAAAADA/P4TMN4Z8SHw/s1600-h/aliciaquest-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf6YDTCBeI/AAAAAAAAADA/P4TMN4Z8SHw/s320/aliciaquest-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190392386676721122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"She's ready and waiting." answered Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes what?" I asked again wanting some clarity.&lt;br /&gt;"Give us a countdown when you get to 5 seconds." ordered Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"You've got 2 minutes." replied Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes you don't trust me or Yes we're escaping?" I asked for a third time.&lt;br /&gt;"Are we going on 1 of after one?" quipped Henchy. Damn Action Movie Fan boy.&lt;br /&gt;"After one of course." was Koma's glib reply&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed Koma by the hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Which is it Austin?" I yelled. He winced and gritted his teeth. In my frustration I'd gone into my steel form and grabbed his hand just short of breaking it. I let go.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we're escaping." said Austin checking his fingers were all there. "Of course I trust you, now you've got to trust me."&lt;br /&gt;Alicia began the countdown.&lt;br /&gt;"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power flickered off then on.&lt;br /&gt;"Well that was exciting!" complained Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf89TTCBgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mGMyA1qghT0/s1600-h/Blonde-Woman-Despair-494495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf89TTCBgI/AAAAAAAAADQ/mGMyA1qghT0/s320/Blonde-Woman-Despair-494495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190395225650103810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the first time Henchy and I were in agreement. I shuddered at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;"So I take this that you don't want to leave?" inquired Koma with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;The cell door swung open by itself.&lt;br /&gt;"I believe its Henchmen first. Chroma stick with Alicia she's going to be tired after that exertion." Ordered Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we were off running down the corridors. Alicia had reset the base's systems which gave us a few minutes head start. Koma said she wasn't used to dealing with a system that big. She tried to keep up but Koma was right she was spent, I carried her the rest of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept on with Henchy leading the way. Then at a T junction he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;"Christine." said Austin. "You and Alicia go left take the elevator up two floors. Annabell's waiting for you."&lt;br /&gt;"Your going to do something stupid aren't you?" I asked&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." answered Austin and then he turned and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf7mDTCBfI/AAAAAAAAADI/rrgz-g8y_iU/s1600-h/Chroma-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf7mDTCBfI/AAAAAAAAADI/rrgz-g8y_iU/s320/Chroma-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190393726706517490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Arrogant bastard! See if I care!" I shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think that just proves you do." said Alicia who was still in my arms."We should get to Annabell while they're chasing the guys."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You do know Henchy's gonna drop you like a stone." I snapped back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well duh!" replied Alicia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8841326452596251353?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8841326452596251353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8841326452596251353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8841326452596251353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8841326452596251353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-coping-mechanism.html' title='My coping mechanism'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/SAf0YzTCBbI/AAAAAAAAACo/d2O5e6HqHlg/s72-c/chroma_leia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-149818503901192461</id><published>2008-04-04T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T05:47:46.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Han Solo impression</title><content type='html'>I'm ushered into a cell after my interrogation by Major Christenson. Actually its more like they shove my exhausted and numb body into the cell and I collapse to the floor. Ala Han Solo in Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi. Fortunately theres more than just Chewbacca in this cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_YfeoKWVJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Wm_cVOOadEo/s1600-h/what-the%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_YfeoKWVJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Wm_cVOOadEo/s200/what-the%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185366632001066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Koma! Dude you look way bad man." says Henchy picking me up off the floor helping me to one of the beds.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Chewie. We doing ok?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"We got Leia and Lando here as well." replies Henchy. "So you better come good soon. Cause Henchy wants out."&lt;br /&gt;"Did he hurt Christine?" I spit out teeth clenched.&lt;br /&gt;"Now we're all fine though it looks like he did a number on you?" answers Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. But he didn't try and kill me." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest up for a while and think. Henchy goes over to Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;"She'll be fine once the backup systems kick in gear." I reassure him. "Give me two minutes to get back online and I can..."&lt;br /&gt;The cell door opens suddenly to reveal and old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/ncis_bio_perrette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 158px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/ncis_bio_perrette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"No bother Dr Peters I'll reboot Miss Quest." In rushes Annabell. "Oh you must be Henchy. Hi I'm Professor Lorenzo, but you can call me Annabell."&lt;br /&gt;"Koma?" demands Henchy wanting to know if Annabell's ok.&lt;br /&gt;My systems weren't up but I know Annabell when I see her.&lt;br /&gt;"She's fine Henchy let her do it." I tell him. "It will hurt less than me doing it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy steps back to let Annabell do her thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok I'm done the reboot will happen when I get outside the cell." says Annabell awkwardly. "Its just to make sure you don't use my entry as a ruse to escape. Sorry, the Majors rules."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annabell leaves and as promised Alicia wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Lando?" Alicia demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_Ygg4KWVLI/AAAAAAAAARA/1KJP3Z0s9ro/s1600-h/alicia-lando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_Ygg4KWVLI/AAAAAAAAARA/1KJP3Z0s9ro/s200/alicia-lando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367770167399602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christine wakes up within the hour and we all talk about the possibility of Australia being taken over. It goes nowhere cause we've been away for 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the girls go to sleep. I don't need sleep but Henchy doesn't seem to be as exhausted as the rest of us. He tells me thats because he was interrogated first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_YgtYKWVMI/AAAAAAAAARI/gOHtJLz9ifw/s1600-h/henchy-koma-sw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_YgtYKWVMI/AAAAAAAAARI/gOHtJLz9ifw/s200/henchy-koma-sw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185367984915764418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"How much?" I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More than you could ever pay me." he answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well its nice to know your still the same." I smile. "What you gonna tell Alicia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I'll make something up. I'll let her down gentle." Henchy smirks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than a little worried about all of this. Annabell knows almost all of my tricks, she was definitely behind the stasis field that took out mine and Alicia's neural networks. I know nothing of Christine's Dad but my first impression is of a real hard case. Christine believes him. I still need convincing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-149818503901192461?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/149818503901192461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=149818503901192461' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/149818503901192461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/149818503901192461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/04/komas-han-solo-impression.html' title='Koma&apos;s Han Solo impression'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R_YfeoKWVJI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Wm_cVOOadEo/s72-c/what-the%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2514869272641862464</id><published>2008-03-27T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T03:43:02.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So whats been happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bom.gov.au/weather/ant/mawson/images/station_pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 121px;" src="http://www.bom.gov.au/weather/ant/mawson/images/station_pix.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we got back we were in a storage bunker in the south pole. Its under &lt;a href="http://www.aad.gov.au/asset/webcams/mawson/default.asp"&gt;Mawson Station&lt;/a&gt; in Antarctica. Thats where Australia keeps stuff like alien weaponry and the slipstream lab, so no one can get at it. The staff of the bunker were quite surprised to see us but the Army commander Major Christenson wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us were led into the Major's office Me, Henchy, Alicia Quest and Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/5825/wi20010119samneillvespagw9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 180px;" src="http://img524.imageshack.us/img524/5825/wi20010119samneillvespagw9.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hello Christine." said the Major getting out of his chair smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Dad!" exclaims Chroma who rushed towards the Major, they embrace.&lt;br /&gt;"Does he know she's got an evil genius for a boyfriend?" quips henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"Guy!" scolds Alicia digging Henchy in the ribs with her elbow. I thought something had been going on between those two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are you here? You hate snow!" asked Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Well it has been 2 years since you left and when I heard they were packing up the slipstream lab and sending it here I came to wait for you." answered the Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"2 years? But we were only gone a few months." asked Chroma retorhically and then turned to me. "Austin did you know this would happen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a possibility. But I didn't think it was a definate." I replied in my defense. "If anything it could have been a whole lot more than 2 years if we didn't use the orbiting stargate I made."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.iconian.com/fury/gallery/aim2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 143px;" src="http://www.iconian.com/fury/gallery/aim2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Koma 2 years,Great man! The Frickin union will have listed me as dead by now." complained Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting chewed out by everyone - for miscalcualting the effect of time on an object travelling through a cosmic portal from one side of the universe to another - the Major told us the long and boring story of how after a few weeks the Government had given us up for dead. After six months Spearhead had been disbanded and the Slipstream lab had been sent to Antarctica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So they moved the lab here and you waited for us to return." replied Henchy sarcastically. "How cute! Can I be excused on account I'm an American?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your all tired." said the Major ignoring Henchy "You should get rested and refreshed. I'll give you a sit-rep in the morning 0800 hours. The lieutenant will show you to your rooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got shown to our rooms. When I mean our rooms I mean our rooms, he gave us each a room. I was about to protest but Chroma saw it coming.&lt;br /&gt;"The Major's a bit old fashioned." explained Chroma. "I'm quite sure its nothing we can't get around later." when she said later her smile was quite wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rooms weren't anything special bed, bedside table, ensuite. I was feeling very tired. It had been a really hard trip. I went to sleep but was troubled by dreams of Aryis' head exploding and his blood getting all over me. I tried to wash it all off but it wouldn't go away. Then in front of me was Chroma, she smiled at me. I walked towards her and she vanished. This repeated over and over. When I woke up I couldn't move. I was held in some kind of stasis feild. I could think and breathe but I couldn't even wriggle my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R-t5ToKWVII/AAAAAAAAAQo/FGRfYmSdhXs/s1600-h/komaandthemajor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R-t5ToKWVII/AAAAAAAAAQo/FGRfYmSdhXs/s200/komaandthemajor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182369174325187714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Good morning Dr Peters." I was Chroma's Dad the Major.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm kind of having a bit of trouble here Major." I replied. "Is this how you grill all of Christine's boyfriends or only those who just happen to be evil geniuses?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peters this is more important that my daughters misplaced affections for you." snapped the Major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What then? What could bring you to do this to me." I paused then realised. "You did this to the others too. You did this to your own daughter. What's happening?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Australia has been taken over. At this secret base resides the rightfull Australian government in exile." The Major didn't smile. He wasn't joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2514869272641862464?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2514869272641862464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2514869272641862464' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2514869272641862464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2514869272641862464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-whats-been-happening.html' title='So whats been happening'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R-t5ToKWVII/AAAAAAAAAQo/FGRfYmSdhXs/s72-c/komaandthemajor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6352224484260281936</id><published>2008-03-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T02:51:47.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - Epilouge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EOMYooCdI/AAAAAAAAACA/bsRWYfr2rcc/s1600-h/Chroma-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EOMYooCdI/AAAAAAAAACA/bsRWYfr2rcc/s320/Chroma-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174933052759476690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi more from me again.&lt;br /&gt;When I last posted here, I'd just found out that my darling boyfriend had hidden a murderous mercenary in our space ship and had just let him loose.&lt;br /&gt;What was worse was this yellow maniac decided to take my plan and give himself the leading role that I had saved for me.&lt;br /&gt;Bastard!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the friends of your boyfriend can be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;But as my father, The Major would say "Its better to let the bastard have his fun. Cause if he gets killed there's one less bastard in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EO8oooCeI/AAAAAAAAACI/wq2wSyOswkA/s1600-h/kelza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 142px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EO8oooCeI/AAAAAAAAACI/wq2wSyOswkA/s320/kelza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174933881688164834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So now I was a part of a very violent, bloody and dangerous distraction. When I could have been crawling through a sewer to wring the neck of the traitor who ambushed my so called "genius" boyfriend. Fortunately I was able turn my frustrations on the evil Kelza army. Not much beats being able to wail on an evil army to get out all that pent up rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard going at the begining and we were constantly being shut down. The Kelza's rearguard actions were stopping us from creating any real damage to the castle's walls. Not everyone can metalmorph into a platinum powerhouse (oh dear Koma's illiteration is catching) Then the Kelza's resolve just disappeared. They just stopped, it was like someone cut their strings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EQZ4ooCfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YdKQhuzldzA/s1600-h/wyrvyrn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EQZ4ooCfI/AAAAAAAAACQ/YdKQhuzldzA/s320/wyrvyrn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174935483710966258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Your mate is wining!" congratulated the Avian leader Wyrvyn. "Galaxia cannot keep her horde in thrall, and fight a second foe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did they get taught Ye olde english from Thor?" asked Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway with the Kelza out of the way we stormed the castle. When we got to the throne room there was Ayris' corpse, Henchy and Koma. Who to my surprise had legs and wasn't purple anymore. I didn't see Galaxia at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it all over?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah its over." replied Koma. I sure wasn't going to get all emotional and run to him. He hadn't done his Reed Richards "I am so smart" speech. But he didn't. He just walked up to me gave me a kiss on the forehead put his arm around me and said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ready to go home Christine. What about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of our time on the world called Silandra was a real blur of feasts and celebrations. We were hailed as victors, champions and heroes of Silandra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I'd lost Koma. Eventually I found him in the throne room with Zax the healer.&lt;br /&gt;"So you will remove all access to the source on Silandra?" asked Zax.&lt;br /&gt;"For now, yes." answered Koma. "The construct I've encased it in will stay out in space. But anyone smart enough can tap into the source. And you don't have to have the power of the source to become a tyrant."&lt;br /&gt;"You smart and wise Koma." replied Zax. "We will have to teach our children the lesson of Galxia." Zax turned to look at the statue in the middle of the throne room. And the penny dropped as to what happened to Galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats her isn't it?" I asked walking up to the statue which was Galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EVEoooCgI/AAAAAAAAACY/nSGFhor7Pc0/s1600-h/galaxia-statue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EVEoooCgI/AAAAAAAAACY/nSGFhor7Pc0/s320/galaxia-statue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174940616196884994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We couldn't kill her and we couldn't change her back to who she was before. So Zax changed her into something else." Koma's tone was bittersweet. "But onto happier things, my dear Christine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He proudly pointed to the structure holding the portal to the maelstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is our way home." On a control panel he pressed a few buttons. "And voila!" He shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-!voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The structure teleported away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok i'll bite. How is that getting us home?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well my dear I just made Richard Dean Anderson's fantasy into reality." he beamed in his geekiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You made a stargate!" I said realising. "We don't have to spend three weeks in that bloody maelstrom. Yes!" I screamed as I jumped into Austin's waiting arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EdWoooChI/AAAAAAAAACg/K1Gh5xT8DHQ/s1600-h/throne-room02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EdWoooChI/AAAAAAAAACg/K1Gh5xT8DHQ/s320/throne-room02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174949721527552530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to blame what came next on that I'd had a bit to drink. But as my mother said about The Major&lt;br /&gt;"You have to reward your man when he finally gets it right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we finally got around to leaving, Tran told us he was staying. It seems that Wyrvryns Sister had been doing a bit more than teaching Tran how to fly. Koma told me that she was pregnant. So it was just the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back in to the Slipstream lab expecting at least Prescott or Annabel but it was empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's everybody gone too?" asked Henchy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6352224484260281936?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6352224484260281936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6352224484260281936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6352224484260281936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6352224484260281936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/03/komas-kosmic-odyssey-epilouge.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - Epilouge'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R9EOMYooCdI/AAAAAAAAACA/bsRWYfr2rcc/s72-c/Chroma-profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6018588971610461337</id><published>2008-02-18T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:46:33.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - The end</title><content type='html'>I reassured Henchy that I wasn't a snail but a snake, by the fact that I wasn't leaving a trail. We finally got on our way through to the throne room of Queen Galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R74vY0HR_NI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xr989Nmp1RM/s1600-h/on-our-way.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R74vY0HR_NI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xr989Nmp1RM/s320/on-our-way.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169621525620456658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So we're getting out of here, aren't we Koma?" asked Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;"No. We're ending this now." I say resolutely.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh $%#%!" complains Henchy."You got a mad on for this bitch ain't you Koma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep." I answer. "Christine is going to storm the castle. All we have to deal with is Ayris and Galaxia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrrgh! Kooooomaaaaa!" Screams Ayris behind us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ayris is on the move he'll be here soon." I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sh!t!." says Henchy. "Tell me you got an ace up your sleeve here Koma?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zax is our ace." I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What! The green guy. I thought he was a healer?" asks Henchy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think you've got Ayris to deal with right, now." I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayris flies around the corner behind us. I grab Zax and get out of the way. Henchy isn't so fortunate and Ayris' momentum takes them both through the wall and into the throne room. In the throne room stood Galaxia in front of a very familiar sight. A wormhole open to the maelstrom, she was siphoning the cosmic energy directly into herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R74y_UHR_OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NKvFyIeO7Z0/s1600-h/in-the-throne-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R74y_UHR_OI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/NKvFyIeO7Z0/s320/in-the-throne-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169625485580303586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mainlining cosmic energy, thats gotta be an ultimate high." I mumble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ultimate power corrupts ultimately." replies Zax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in the thone room Henchy is wrestling with a blood-crazed Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I told you before. I DON'T LIKE GUYS!" shouts Henchy as he kicks Ayris' manhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this!" Shouts Galaxia. "Ayris take the trash out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy throws the incapacitated Ayris off him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think loverboy's too busy dealing with the fact he's not gonna have any kids." quips Henchy his guns drawn on Queen Galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats not his biggest worry is it Galaxia?" I ask smiling. "If your powers are stretched any further you can't stop his head exploding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"LIAR!" wails Ayris. Still doubled over in pain he floats in the air over to me. He raises his fist to strike me and Henchy just shoots him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Galaxia help me?" cries Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh she is." I tell him. "She's only able to save you by slowing down the part of your brain where I put the little bomb thats set to blow. Which explains your sudden loss of vocabulary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From outside the throne room we hear the fight coming towards us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your running the Kelza's, defending the castle from the cannons, and keeping Ayris's head from exploding. While mainlining cosmic energy and your struggling. How much more will take you over the edge?" I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R742bUHR_PI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ud5ypEQpYEc/s1600-h/ayrisdead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R742bUHR_PI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ud5ypEQpYEc/s320/ayrisdead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169629265151524082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Help?" pleads Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;But its in vain, a muffled shot sounds and blood flows from his nose and ears. He falls to the floor dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Merely A pawn sacrificed Koma." snears Galaxia. "I have more than enough power to take you and your tin soldier." Her eyes glow bright green. Her right hand gestures and a cosmic power wave ignites with the air becoming a rolling explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Surfs up!" I quip. "Behind me Henchy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy leaps over to me, I put the shields up and the energy wave rolls over us, and stays there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long can this hold out?" asks Henchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another 5 minutes then we're gonna be in pain." I tell Him. "But in 6 minutes the teleportation system will be up and running."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats a relief." replies Henchy dripping with sarcasm."Got any other bright ideas?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just one." I answer. I contact Alicia. "Alicia can you bring the fight here and have you still got the case? Good, bring it too. I turn back to Henchy "Now stay here. If this doesn't work tell Chroma... you know".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude! don't go all Emo on me." replies Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step out of the shield and the force of the cosmic wave throws me back into the wall, but it doesn't hurt me. After doing its job it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you do that?" shouts Galaxia. "How are you not hurt?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He is joined to the Source like us both." answers Zax at Galaxia's side. "It will change him but not destroy him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaxia stands there, Zax's words rolling over in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I command The Source and I want Koma destroyed." she screams. The cosmic energy rockets at me. All I could think was "I hope I'm right." It blows a hole in the wall, making a new window. The sunlight streams in  behind me and  I feel the warmth of the sun on my legs. I look down and I'm standing, I've got legs again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma, dude." says Henchy getting my attention. "Pants man, you're naked from the waist down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shouldn't have said anything cause Galaxia threw a bolt of energy his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one I can hurt." she shouts greedily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh f..!" Henchy launches away from the bolt of energy. He goes into that hyper-mode of his doging Galaxia's blasts. Suddenly he's behind her holding a knife to her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"End it NOW! Or you die bitch!" demands Henchy. This wasn't the way I wanted to end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dare touch royalty." replies Galaxia indignatley. She flares with power sending Henchy flying. He lands at the my feet, breathing but unconcious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always been lucky with women haven't you." I tell him. I walk towards Galaxia."All thats left now is you, me and Zax. Seing you can't kill me or Zax, what do we do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll kill you!" Galaxia picks up Henchy's knife and runs at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!voip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dissapear as she lunges. I'm at Zax's side when she hits the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R743WEHR_QI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jXifHK9BrMA/s1600-h/outsmarted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R743WEHR_QI/AAAAAAAAAQg/jXifHK9BrMA/s320/outsmarted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169630274468838658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"How!" she screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well.." I began. "Your still trying to control the Kelza, who are losing the battle. And you just spent a whole load of energy on trying to kill me and Henchy. So I was able to brake your hold on my spaceship, enabling teleportation." My lengthy explanation continued as her highness picked herself up off the floor. "Also I've moved you away from your access to the source. Which should hasten your power loss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You.." she begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah-ah-ahhh!" I caution. "No orders from you, to me or the Kelza. Or I destroy cosmic portal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The penny drops as Galaxia realises that I've outsmarted her. She drops to her knees and begins to sob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have two choices Galaxia change or die?" I tell her. I turn to Zax. "You know what you've got to do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do." replies Zax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6018588971610461337?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6018588971610461337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6018588971610461337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6018588971610461337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6018588971610461337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/02/komas-kosmic-odyssey-end.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - The end'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R74vY0HR_NI/AAAAAAAAAQI/xr989Nmp1RM/s72-c/on-our-way.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-888267499130497956</id><published>2008-02-08T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T03:59:30.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Komas Kosmic Odessy - The escape</title><content type='html'>Zax is finishing up my healing his green hands glowing with energy.&lt;br /&gt;"Can you do something about getting my legs back?" I ask "I feel kind of naked without being able to wear pants."&lt;br /&gt;"That is not possible." answered Zax politely.&lt;br /&gt;"Cause you can't, or because Galaxia has stopped that part of your powers." I was trying to gauge what was going on. His answer to this would have confirmed my suspicions. But Ayris stormed in, not wearing all that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xCcBgncXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BYjn5hLPYjI/s1600-h/brocklesnar_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xCcBgncXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BYjn5hLPYjI/s320/brocklesnar_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164575921896124786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"They have come for you. Galaxia has seen this and has prepared a trap, I will enjoy killing your woman in front of your eyes." Ayris was always bad a gloating, but this was actually quite good.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at him.&lt;br /&gt;"You will not smile much longer. Koma will loose his smile soon." taunted Ayris. But it was kinda weird Ayris never talked like Bizzaro before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xDNBgncYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1HUhPrBHubo/s1600-h/henchy-withguns.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xDNBgncYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/1HUhPrBHubo/s320/henchy-withguns.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164576763709714818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then bursting through the door came Henchy, follwed by a nasty stench. Its nice to know that some plans actually work for a change sort of. Ayris points at me accusingly and shouts.&lt;br /&gt;"I thought the woman would come here sneaking on her belly for this trash." He's rattled by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry,sunshine. I am all you got." Quips Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;The guards begin the charge and the castle shakes a bit. They race from the dungeon past Henchy leaving Ayris to fight him alone. Ayris takes Henchy (who was watching the guards leaving) by surprise and tosses him across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hate to brake this to you,buttercup,but I don't like guys." taunts Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not gay!" yells Ayris. He lashes out wildly at the Yellow peril, Henchy easily dodges the blow and inflicts a couple of his own. Ayris reels back from the blows but neither bring him down. He rushes back at Henchy his speed taking Henchy by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that makes three of us." I quip. "Now lets bond over violence and beer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No beer Koma." adds Henchy. "But violence is a definite." Henchy retreats to my cell door, he throws in one of my spare belts. Just before Ayris grabs him and tosses him into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A gift! And isn't even my birthday. Aww thanks Henchy." I gush sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to Zax he's patiently wating.&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to beat her today Zax." I tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I hope your right." replies Zax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From outside the dungeon I hear a blood curdling scream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My eye! my eye! You took my eye!" yells Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure enough in his outstreached yellow palm Henchy is holding a blue eyeball.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooops! I dropped it." exclaims Henchy as he rolls the eye across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My eye!" roars Ayris chasing after it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy comes to my dungeon door and I open it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was always open wasn't it?" asks Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course it was. I wasn't able to slither till today." I move out into the dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma, when did you change species?" says Henchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xD9xgncZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jjvBNsGQXps/s1600-h/mutant-koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xD9xgncZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jjvBNsGQXps/s320/mutant-koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164577601228337554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-888267499130497956?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/888267499130497956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=888267499130497956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/888267499130497956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/888267499130497956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/02/komas-kosmic-odessy-escape.html' title='Komas Kosmic Odessy - The escape'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R6xCcBgncXI/AAAAAAAAAPw/BYjn5hLPYjI/s72-c/brocklesnar_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-1106182227431458868</id><published>2008-02-01T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T03:09:43.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to bring out the big guns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6Lunhw5T0I/AAAAAAAAABo/NwUYqzQ4gUI/s1600-h/Chroma-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6Lunhw5T0I/AAAAAAAAABo/NwUYqzQ4gUI/s200/Chroma-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161950485765771074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its been three weeks since Koma got captured. Wyrvyrn finally calmed down and Anya doesn't believe that I'm not married. Its just not the done thing here.&lt;br /&gt;"They're like the Amish. If the Amish wore flight harnesses and battled Kelza." explained Alicia Quest.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need to have this explained again Alicia." she was annoying me and enjoying it. "Where's Tran?" I asked trying to change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6L9zRw5T2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hk_yf394wB0/s1600-h/aliciaquest-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6L9zRw5T2I/AAAAAAAAAB4/hk_yf394wB0/s200/aliciaquest-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161967180303650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh he's off with Peregrine. She's "TEACHING" him how to use the flight harness." Alicia's emphasis on the word teaching just made me even more frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Tran's off playing birds and the geeks." I look at Alicia expecting her to tell me how bad that was, but she's staring into space. Koma does this when the computers are talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alicia, is it..." I ask fearing the worst. If he dies this Galaxia's gonna learn what regicide means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes its him, he's not dead." confirms Alicia. "There's a green man in his room, he's contacted the ship. I've sent him everything we know including where he is and where we are. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell him we're coming." blurts out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't they've cut him off." apologises Alicia. "But somethings happening on the ship."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the ship what?" I question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stasis-chamber? Backup plan Yellow. Did you know about this?" asks a confused Alicia Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yellow. Oh no! Not him." I groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6L5Ixw5T1I/AAAAAAAAABw/D-nn3K_OhlQ/s1600-h/henchyinstasis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6L5Ixw5T1I/AAAAAAAAABw/D-nn3K_OhlQ/s320/henchyinstasis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161962052112699218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-1106182227431458868?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/1106182227431458868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=1106182227431458868' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1106182227431458868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/1106182227431458868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/02/time-to-bring-out-big-guns.html' title='Time to bring out the big guns'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6Lunhw5T0I/AAAAAAAAABo/NwUYqzQ4gUI/s72-c/Chroma-profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-490074520557455081</id><published>2008-01-31T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T00:44:14.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chroma's side of the story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LX_Rw5TwI/AAAAAAAAABI/FxO31PT0Ty0/s1600-h/Chroma-profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LX_Rw5TwI/AAAAAAAAABI/FxO31PT0Ty0/s200/Chroma-profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161925605020225282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok here's what happened to us when Koma left me to mind the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that a man with a cosmically enhanced intellect could get beaten by Ayris only proves that there's more to this Intruder than even Koma thought. I'm no detective but it screams out loud that Ayris has been in league with the Intruder for a long time. Possibly before Koma even came to Spearhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching my boyfriend getting smashed around by Ayris and the Kelza soldiers, deciding whether to save him or not. When I was told by Alicia Quest and Tran that we had another problem to deal with. The other group of winged warriors had found us and were approaching. Tran stepped in front of me, doing the whole save the women and children first thing.&lt;br /&gt;"Tran why are trying to protect me when I'm armored up?" I asked him.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Just doing the right thing." he answered. It was sweet he did that but I can handle a few bird-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LYThw5TxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jy6oyC2RZvA/s1600-h/wyrvyrn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 87px; height: 127px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LYThw5TxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Jy6oyC2RZvA/s200/wyrvyrn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161925952912576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LYkhw5TyI/AAAAAAAAABY/WMP_mF2CuB0/s1600-h/perigrine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LYkhw5TyI/AAAAAAAAABY/WMP_mF2CuB0/s200/perigrine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161926244970352418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They said they were the good guys. I tried to get them to save Koma but by then Aryis and the Kelza soldiers (thats what the ugly things with wings are called) had flown away taking Koma with them. Alicia assured me that she knew he wasn't dead and that she was monitoring where they were taking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good guys were called the Avian. They flew using a special winged harness. This disappointed Tran, he wanted them to have real wings. We were introduced to their leader Wyrvyn and his wife Anya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LXXhw5TvI/AAAAAAAAABA/gGFbhLA0sOs/s1600-h/the_story_told.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LXXhw5TvI/AAAAAAAAABA/gGFbhLA0sOs/s400/the_story_told.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161924922120425202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anya told us the long an somewhat complicated story of the planets last 50 or so years. It seems that there was once two different societies. One in the north that was scientific and definitely more advanced than earth. And another in the south that was less dependent on technology and was based on a religion that promoted harmony with the land. The two peoples lived in what I would call a fantasy of peace and tolerance. Well all this changed when a scientist discovered the maelstrom (Anya called it The Source) that existed just outside the planets solar system. She successfully taped into the maelstrom and was able to use the energy to power the northern peoples cities. Kind of reminded me of who we were looking for. Somewhere along the line something went wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"They probably brought way too much of the maelstrom's energy through their portal. It explains the devastation we saw." commented Tran.&lt;br /&gt;She didn't know what to do with Tran's comment so she continued telling the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the maelstrom imparted its great power into one person. She was twisted by the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LY0xw5TzI/AAAAAAAAABg/nQUsZY-BEZo/s1600-h/galaxia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LY0xw5TzI/AAAAAAAAABg/nQUsZY-BEZo/s200/galaxia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161926524143226674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ultimate power corrupts ultimately." said Alicia Quest.&lt;br /&gt;"Wise words of truth you have spoken." complimented Anya. "She resolved to bring all things under her rule. Those of the north who survived fled from She and the devastation. They were accepted by those of the south and they found peace for a while. But She gave herself the title of Queen Galaxia and came after them. The struggle was all but lost before it began. All who resisted were changed in Kelza. But there was one last chance. Galaxia had to keep recharging from The Source. It was hoped that even she would be consumed by The Source if thrown into it. A small band were chosen and they accomplished the task. There was only one survivor who was himself changed by the The Source." Anya told us that this one became a healer and brought health to the people and the land.&lt;br /&gt;"So then she came back and you're back to where you started." I said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes maybe you and your group can help us get rid of this mad Queen once more." Anya smiled in hope that we could help.&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunately were the ones who helped her return." I said. "But we are here to help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the backlash. A scream, a slap in the face, anything. Wyrvyn stormed out, fury upon his face. But Anya wasn't, if she was I couldn't tell.&lt;br /&gt;"I will deal with me Husbands rage. You have shown much strength in telling the truth." Anya smiled not in hope but maybe because she actually was hopeful."I believe we can save your husband and expel Galaxia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's not my...." I tried to protest but Anya had gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Congratulations Mrs Peters." joked Alicia. "May I be the first to congratulate the blushing bride."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Koma would say "Oh carp!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-490074520557455081?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/490074520557455081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=490074520557455081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/490074520557455081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/490074520557455081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/01/chromas-side-of-story.html' title='Chroma&apos;s side of the story'/><author><name>Chroma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01221981770456860036</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6FS6Rw5TtI/AAAAAAAAAA0/fEJyTxaVct8/S220/Chroma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_m_vQBudtzYY/R6LX_Rw5TwI/AAAAAAAAABI/FxO31PT0Ty0/s72-c/Chroma-profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6894873891113098214</id><published>2008-01-25T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T04:53:42.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - Alive and hurting</title><content type='html'>Amazingly I woke up and I wasn't dead. I knew I wasn't dead because I was quite sure that my personal Hell would not be a stone dungeon with a green man standing in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R5nanxgncVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j3BRSLvSCCA/s1600-h/zaxkomadungeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R5nanxgncVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j3BRSLvSCCA/s320/zaxkomadungeon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159395224969507154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"My name is Zax. Your injuries were many, it took some time for them to heal." he said calmly.&lt;br /&gt;I went to get up, and the pain was tremendous. So I lay back down.&lt;br /&gt;"You should not have done that." said Zax.&lt;br /&gt;"Why didn't you warn me?" I asked sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;"One must experience something to truly know what it is." replied Zax.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great your THAT kind of healer." I snap back. "What kind of mystic mumbo jumbo do you peddle?"&lt;br /&gt;"You are a man of science, and your barbs are merely the pain talking." answered Zax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right so I shut up and tried to think. The last thing I remember was me doing my best impression of General Custer. With Aryis and those ugly things playing the indians. It wasn't pretty. I had two questions in my head. How was Chroma and the others? And how did Ayris stop the damn blub in his head from detonating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your woman and the others are safe." declared Zax.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats a relief, if I believed you that is." I told him.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm quite sure you can find them with the devices you put in yourself." advised Zax.&lt;br /&gt;"Ayris would have told them of all the implants I have, they would have put up a dampening feild or something to stop it from working." I checked the systems. They were all on-line. I checked in with the ship in orbit, I even was able to contact Alicia Quest. She told me that the teleportation was down but apart from that, she'd been able to detect my location the whole time. She sent me a file with everything they'd learned and then the connection was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Zax, I suspected him at first but then the door slammed open and Ayris stood in the doorway. Those ugly things were behind him too.&lt;br /&gt;"You were supposed to inform me directly when Koma gained consciousness." accused Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;"I beleived it was better to inform her majesty directly." replied Zax. "You are rarely apart from her so it seemed more efficient this way." I was quite sure that was a shot at Ayris but Zax said it with such humility that it was barely detectable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma." Ayris smiled a greedy smile. "If I had my way.." he began.&lt;br /&gt;"But you didn't did you. Your just the intruders nazi rent boy aren't you." I guessed this was all the intruders doing and it was always fun to push Ayris' buttons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayris flew at me his fist raised, ready to put it through my face and out the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a bright shining light and a voice in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;"HALT!" It screamed.&lt;br /&gt;Appearing between myself and Ayris was a woman glowing with power. Zax and the ugly things hit the floor. Even Ayris withdrew his fist and dropped one knee to the ground in submission. The woman dismissed everyone except for Zax and then turned to face me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R5nazRgncWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/88b5TuwGGwU/s1600-h/GalaxiaKomaZaxDungeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R5nazRgncWI/AAAAAAAAAPo/88b5TuwGGwU/s320/GalaxiaKomaZaxDungeon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159395422538002786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Dr Peters I must apologise for my courtesan's vile temper." she apologised. "He has yet to understand the rules of hospitality."&lt;br /&gt;"Wha!" I began clumsily. "Umm. What is my hosts name that I may thank her." I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am Galaxia, Queen of this world. But you knew me by another name, the intruder." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understood what it was like to tightrope walk over Niagra falls. And why they didn't wear white pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6894873891113098214?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6894873891113098214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6894873891113098214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6894873891113098214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6894873891113098214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2008/01/komas-kosmic-odyssey-alive-and-hurting.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - Alive and hurting'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R5nanxgncVI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j3BRSLvSCCA/s72-c/zaxkomadungeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6048192307724386643</id><published>2007-12-17T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:46:14.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - A traitor amoung us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!VOIP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2ZjSQfRC0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/haI-hNkyQ8g/s1600-h/teleportdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2ZjSQfRC0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/haI-hNkyQ8g/s400/teleportdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144908789632273218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We arrive on the planets surface but something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are not the co-ordinates where we are supposed to end up Koma." says Alicia Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayris is hanging out the back of our little group. His eyes are darting forth and back looking for something. I don't mention anything about it cause my sensors are going haywire. Alicia's confirms that I'm not making this stuff up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somethings coming. A lot of somethings flying right at us." she says slightly alarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see both of them?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean Koma?" she asks at first. "Oh yes. Two different groups. Winged?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The townsfolk weren't winged Koma." says Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look again at Aryis and he's sweating a bit. I'm quite sure all of this has happened because of him. Can't prove it, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin can't we teleport away from here?" demands Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course we can't there's something jamming my connection to the ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No." I tell Chroma. "We're either running or fighting. I'd expect a bit of both."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're sitting ducks out here. Cover would be a good idea." said Tran stating the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately by the time we get to any cover they'll be on us. We make a break for it anyway. I order Ayris to run interference, but soon as he hit the sky he was shot down. The fire continued but only from the flyers from the north.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alicia shields up, NOW!" I order. I do the same in the hope that they hold out long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to some shelter behind a cliff face from the flyers shooting at us. The volley of fire then stops.&lt;br /&gt;"The flyers from the south are attacking the ones from the north." explains Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the pause in fire to look back for Ayris. He's gone. My sensors confirm his location and my suspicions. Right in the middle of the flyers who attacked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take Alicia and Tran and find a good place to lie low for a while." I tell Chroma. "I'm going after Ayris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2pgsQfRC4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8As6mQqSyd8/s1600-h/chroma%27sangry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2pgsQfRC4I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/8As6mQqSyd8/s400/chroma%27sangry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146031837680831362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She gives me that look you get from women that says they think your crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I'm crazy but he's me responsibility." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just blow up the damn bomb you put in his head." she replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes dear. I'll be back before dinner." I call over me shoulder as I race out into the open to find the traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over confident bastard." I hear her mutter. "Leaves me to look after the kids, while he has all the fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I race across the open desert. Straight for Ayris' position. While dodging blasts I get a look at the  opposing parties. One is very ugly the other very human-ish. If you can call people who have wings human-ish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2pj2gfRC5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/QbixqN-lHBs/s1600-h/komainthemiddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2pj2gfRC5I/AAAAAAAAAPY/QbixqN-lHBs/s400/komainthemiddle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146035312309373842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I spot Ayris with the ugly ones. He sticks out like an Aryan needle in a very ugly haystack. From here all I have to do is press the red button and the bomb in his head goes boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I press it and nothing happens. I check the controller, nothing wrong with the signal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh Koma?" interrupts Ayris. "You should have gone with the others."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around and I'm surrounded by the ugly things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye!" smiles Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh carp!" I mutter as the ugly things fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6048192307724386643?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6048192307724386643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6048192307724386643' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6048192307724386643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6048192307724386643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/12/komas-kosmic-odyssey-traitor-amoung-us.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - A traitor amoung us'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R2ZjSQfRC0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/haI-hNkyQ8g/s72-c/teleportdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-817508277896302447</id><published>2007-12-11T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:39:20.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme'd again</title><content type='html'>This is a Splotchy story meme -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I doing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I think I can write a better Splotchy story than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up hungry. I pulled my bedroom curtain to the side and looked out on a hazy morning. I dragged myself into the kitchen, in search of something to eat. I reached for a jar of applesauce sitting next to the sink, and found it very cold to the touch. I opened the jar and realized it was frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You start your story like that! Oh my God! How utterly droll. Do you have no understanding of how to write a dramatic opening scene. Obviously not. Oh well I'll try and spice it up from here on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen Applesauce could only men one thing. Apple man was back in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/342000/342157CiKH_w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.worth1000.com/entries/342000/342157CiKH_w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes that gawd awful Apple-man. Always with his stupid pal The Fishmonger. You can smell The Fishmonger before you meet him. Apple-man has blocked sinuses so he doesn't smell The Fishmonger at all. Lucky him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went without breakfast and decided to hunt down Apple-man and kick his ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(See how much better the story goes now. We've got an antagonist and a protagonist. We also have a stinky side-kick for comedy relief as well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found Apple-man at his favourite hang out the Orchard Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gothamist.com/images/2005_06_food_palaisroyale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://gothamist.com/images/2005_06_food_palaisroyale.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark and dingy place. The kind where scum like Apple man like to hang out at. You'll find all kinds at the Orchard Bar. Low life's, White trash, and of course nefarious villains and their stinky side-kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://vailpm.com/v3/images/zoom/129/IMG_4464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://vailpm.com/v3/images/zoom/129/IMG_4464.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White Trash and Low Life's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Why if it isn't Splotchy, our favourite little play thing Fishmonger." said Apple-man sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! You'd think he hadn't had his breakfast." replied the stinky Fishmonger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had a little chuckle. I let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your buying me a new can of Applesauce." I tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really and just how are you planning to make us do this." scoffed Apple-man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out my revolver and aimed at Apple-man's head. "Will this do?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't believe you have the guts to do that Splotchy." says Apple-man a thin wicked smile on his face. He takes a sip from his drink, just to prove that he doesn't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I shot him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made applesauce out of his large apple head. More than enough for many breakfasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Splotchy story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose not to Meme anyone else, cause some people hate meme's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-817508277896302447?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/817508277896302447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=817508277896302447' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/817508277896302447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/817508277896302447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/12/memed-again.html' title='Meme&apos;d again'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2197692745724617618</id><published>2007-12-11T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T02:01:42.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - Something goes wrong</title><content type='html'>The planet loomed large on the bridges screen display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R15e-jOe7MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JgsX8TQssns/s1600-h/flyingoverplanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R15e-jOe7MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JgsX8TQssns/s400/flyingoverplanet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142652253204573378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oxygen, Nitrogen atmoshpere. Water, polar ice caps, 3 oceans, an inland fresh water sea on the southern continent." Tran rattled off the readings from the preliminary scans. He and Alicia Quest were at the main controls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a set of large cities in the northern continent, but they are empty of all life." informed Alicia. "The main population is on the land between the inland sea and the coast regions on the western side of the southern continent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Radiation readings on the empty cities?" I ask Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Background radiation is safe but it appears that there was a huge nuclear detonation eminiating from...here." Alicia zooms into one of the cities of the northern continent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like what was a power plant of some sort." guesses Christine. "A huge one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes its about the size of New York." adds Tran. "The power it generated would have been immense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Radiation readings confirm this was the center of the catastrophe." agrees Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So they had a fracking huge Chernobyl and moved south for the nuclear winter. Big deal." complains Ayris. "Aren't we supposed to find that intruder that stole Alicia's identity and then hijacked Koma's cosmic power toy. This is about revenge lets find the bitch, kick some ass, and get home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went silent for a few seconds. I had no idea Aryis felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tran have we located where the intruder is." I ask breaking the awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her energy signature points to just north of the inland sea." answers Tran. "Right in the middle of the main population."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I devised a plan for our infiltration of the population. Amazingly the aliens were humaniod. It seems that Gene Roddenberry was right the apex of all evolution is the humaniod biped. Either that or there was a great coincidence happening. Leaving the ship in orbit we would teleport to the surface outside one of the small towns and make our way to the intruders location. Learning all we could as we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good plan. Unfortunatley we didn't get a chance to implement it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R15fyjOe7NI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/154G6Y8zrvg/s1600-h/shot-overplanet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R15fyjOe7NI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/154G6Y8zrvg/s320/shot-overplanet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142653146557770962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;-BOOM!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ship shook as an energy beam of great power hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emergency claxon rang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can we move Tran?" I shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Main engines are out, we only have thrusters." he answers huridly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Power core is stable Koma. Life support is failing though." reports Alicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Set the ship in high orbit, power down and, hope they don't hit it again." I order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tran and Alicia work furiosly and are able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What now fearless leader?" asks Aryis sarcastically. "Life support is running out there's only one option."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was right. I teleported us to the planets surface.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2197692745724617618?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2197692745724617618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2197692745724617618' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2197692745724617618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2197692745724617618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/12/komas-kosmic-odyssey-something-goes.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - Something goes wrong'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/R15e-jOe7MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/JgsX8TQssns/s72-c/flyingoverplanet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6405857225397704038</id><published>2007-11-01T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T18:52:14.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - A moment interupted</title><content type='html'>I'm in the med-lab with Tran he's doing some checks which I'm not happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RyqBfCcxtyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NidCmEOXj4g/s1600-h/mutant-koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RyqBfCcxtyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NidCmEOXj4g/s200/mutant-koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128053495948228386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ok so I'm a snake-person now. There's not much difference between me before and me now." I declare to Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not so sure Koma." says Tran concerned. "Your blood pressure is lower, you've got scales, and certain appendages seem to have disappeared completely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only his legs, have disappeared Tran." says Christine entering the med-lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TMI Chroma. Please!" complains Tran. "We have MRI facilities I know his gonads are intact. I didn't need to know about his libido."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I think Tran is really coming into his own. All that naive scientist attitude is slowly being morphed into a grumpy sarcastic know-it-all. I like the fact he's taking after me. Its kind of flattering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So can I slither out of here and get onto tracking down the intruder?" I ask Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey don't blame me if you die or something." retorts back Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and I leave Tran behind in the med-lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RyqAeScxtxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wa48mjFrYFM/s1600-h/komakiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RyqAeScxtxI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Wa48mjFrYFM/s200/komakiss.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128052383551698706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"I know its fun to tease Tran but he could be right." says Christine in a concerned tone.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm fine." I tell her. "Its just a change in how I look not who I am." I look into her eyes, she's a bit scared. Thats not like her at all. She leans forward our lips lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!whoop! !whoop! !whoop! - the warning siren goes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Damn it!" she whispers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Duty calls." I tell her, she's tired. So am I. "And I think we're the ones in charge here." I joke. Christine smirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear footsteps. Its Tran he's racing down the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you two coming were at the planet. Its got life! Aliens! First contact! C'mon!" he shouts at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can take the boy out of the geek." I begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you can't take the geek out of the boy." finishes Christine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6405857225397704038?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6405857225397704038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6405857225397704038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6405857225397704038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6405857225397704038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/11/komas-kosmic-odyssey-moment-interupted.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - A moment interupted'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RyqBfCcxtyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/NidCmEOXj4g/s72-c/mutant-koma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6364242369792900251</id><published>2007-10-07T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T06:26:08.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - A new tail</title><content type='html'>You know those bits in Star Trek when everyone starts falling about the place. Its just the camera man shaking the camera in a vain attempt to make the poor acting of the cast look well, more lame. As we found out, in a zero gravity environment its so much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bergoiata.org/fe/startrek/star_trek_csg_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bergoiata.org/fe/startrek/star_trek_csg_014.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Rwjat47pWPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gSrydM3ZklE/s1600-h/zerog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Rwjat47pWPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gSrydM3ZklE/s200/zerog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118581458418096370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Koma!" screamed Christine floating upside down in front of me. "I thought you had an artifical gravity thing in this piece of retro space junk?" I know when I'm in trouble with my nordic mistress of steel, she calls me Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Christine honey." I began explaining. "The cosmic maelstrom is screwing with the everything but life support and propulsion. Just be thankful that you can breathe and that we're getting out of this." But as usual when you try to use logic to diffuse an angry woman it just backfires.&lt;br /&gt;"Well honey you'd better be thankful I can't control where I'm going. Cause I'd be screwing with your face." snapped back my petulant platinum paramoor. She floated angrily out of the control room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In floated Ayris who began taunting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwjcfY7pWQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cu5DSPIYb3w/s1600-h/aryiskoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwjcfY7pWQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cu5DSPIYb3w/s200/aryiskoma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118583408333248770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Koma's log....stardate....who cares." begins Ayris in his best James T. Krik impression. "Its four days into this cosmic catastrophe and we still haven't found our way out of the maelstrom. Everyone is snapping at each other. Alicia Quest went into her quarters two days ago and hasn't come out. Tran and I haven't slept since this started. I fear we will all die. Oh and my girlfriend hates me. Hahahaha!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad your enjoying this little trip Ayris." I reply sarcasticly. "Are you going to help or are you just going to wait till I threaten to blow your head off for the thirteenth time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayris was going to give his "Koma you don't have the balls to set off the charge that you put in my head..." reply when suddenly the artifical gravity was returned. Ayris hit the floor with a "WHOMP!". Then Tran ran in.&lt;br /&gt;"Artifical gravity's back on and sensors have detected the edge of the maelstrom. We're getting out of here!" he screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So within 2 hours everyone is quite happy and we are approaching a small 4 planet star system. The trail that the intruder left is so still amazingly strong. Sensors analyse the four planets as we get there and its the fourth planet from the sun that's drenched in the intruders energy signature. Tran goes to sleep, so does Christine. Ayris dissapears back to his room and I'm left alone in the control room alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwjeJ47pWRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/a15DFNIG0aw/s1600-h/glow_koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwjeJ47pWRI/AAAAAAAAAI4/a15DFNIG0aw/s200/glow_koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118585237989316882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I begin to feel different. Its probably just the fact I haven't slept in a week. I look at my hands and they're glowing. The energy continues to grow around me. Pulsating bright and its all I can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up on the floor and everyone is above me looking down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats happened?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm how do I tell you this..." begins Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your legless Koma." says Ayris bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwjeTY7pWSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/g68A3c6RZ-4/s1600-h/mutant-koma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwjeTY7pWSI/AAAAAAAAAJA/g68A3c6RZ-4/s200/mutant-koma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118585401198074146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look down and all I see is a purple tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6364242369792900251?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6364242369792900251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6364242369792900251' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6364242369792900251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6364242369792900251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/10/komas-kosmic-odyssey-new-tail.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - A new tail'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Rwjat47pWPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/gSrydM3ZklE/s72-c/zerog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8735597256978257952</id><published>2007-10-03T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:51:40.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once more unto the breach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwOd1o7pWOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rK9X227wRqc/s1600-h/DrTran01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 146px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwOd1o7pWOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rK9X227wRqc/s200/DrTran01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117107146469234914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ship is ready to fly through the cosmic maelstrom. Well thats what I tell everyone except Dr Tran. Cause he knows like me that there are way too many unknowns to prepare for everything that could happen in a cosmic maelstrom. Oh and I've finally been given permission to show you a pic of the fabulous Dr Tran. There he is on the right in white.&lt;br /&gt;I've chosen a few to come with me. Christine, Tran, Ayris and Alicia Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwOa0o7pWMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8trBZKogbMs/s1600-h/Alicia+Quest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwOa0o7pWMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/8trBZKogbMs/s200/Alicia+Quest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117103830754482370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You might not remember Alica Quest. She was supposed to be the Administrator before some shape shifting intruder from the cosmic maelstrom came and stole her life. She was brain damaged and left for dead by the intruder. I was able to get her up and about again using my synthoid technology. She used the synthoid the tech to find out what ASIO and "Quark" knew about the intruder. She really relished doing that. She impressed me so much I got Major Falstaff to assign her to Spearhead so I could manage her recuperation personally.&lt;br /&gt;So with the team finalised and the ship ready all we had to do was get the ship into the maelstrom and follow the intruder's trail.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma how are you getting the ship from the hanger to the slipstream lab? Its way too big to fit thorugh the corridors and the slipstream lab is at least a kilometer underground in the first place." Tran often states the obvious.&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm your right there Tran but you know how the slipstream lab is bigger than the hanger we're in right now. It'll fit the ship quite easily." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;"But how?" asks Tran again not thinking it through enough. And then.&lt;br /&gt;!-voip-!&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" exclaims Tran when the penny drops way too late and the ship and ourselves are instantly teleported into the slipstream lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwObQY7pWNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xwhn0AXm9NY/s1600-h/spacecraft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwObQY7pWNI/AAAAAAAAAIY/xwhn0AXm9NY/s200/spacecraft.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117104307495852242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So your taking us through a cosmic storm in that?" asks Ayris sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;"I was expecting something cooler than that Koma." adds Alicia Quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I agree." I answer. "There wan't anytime to make it cool, its got to be able to withstand the maelstrom."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you call it?" asked Christine.&lt;br /&gt;"The Cosmic Express." I beam.&lt;br /&gt;"More like the Cosmic Blimp, Koma."  says Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ignore him and we all get aboard.&lt;br /&gt;"Turbines to power. Engines to speed." I call from the helm.&lt;br /&gt;"Its FAB. Koma" replies Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geeks in Space." snaps Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maelstrom open and ready." informs Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Where We Land This Time Is anybody's Guess." I say as I activate the engines. The Blimp's thrusters explode and we enter the maelstrom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8735597256978257952?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8735597256978257952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8735597256978257952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8735597256978257952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8735597256978257952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/10/once-more-unto-breach.html' title='Once more unto the breach'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RwOd1o7pWOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/rK9X227wRqc/s72-c/DrTran01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8549474791253383226</id><published>2007-09-06T19:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:01:24.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>Its just like a telepath to change the rules. You can't trust them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these commands from the mental dictator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma's MEME:&lt;br /&gt;1. List your five favorite things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5 favourite things about you?&lt;br /&gt;1 - You don't live in Australia&lt;br /&gt;2 - Somtimes you are funny&lt;br /&gt;3 - You love the New X-man thread&lt;br /&gt;4 - Your bald and I'm not&lt;br /&gt;5 - Crater got further in Next top hero than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. List the five ways in which Henchman is most evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - He's devious&lt;br /&gt;2 - He's willing to kill heroes without the whole monolog thing&lt;br /&gt;3 - He has a killer sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;4 - He doesn't post enough&lt;br /&gt;5 - Henchman got with Brittany Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Make a coherent argument as to why the USA is better than Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no coherent argument. Australia IS better than the USA and heres why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Bill of Rights&lt;br /&gt;Strict control of firearms&lt;br /&gt;Voting is mandatory&lt;br /&gt;No President&lt;br /&gt;Better cleaner beaches&lt;br /&gt;Better surf (oh and Hawaii doesn't count as the USA)&lt;br /&gt;We don't try to dominate the world&lt;br /&gt;Oh and most of the world likes us and our tourists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Name the American actress you think is the hottest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee sigh! there are so many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly its Maggie Gyllenhaal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://celebrity-bookmark.com/pictures/maggie-gyllenhaal/maggie-gyllenhaal_28018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://celebrity-bookmark.com/pictures/maggie-gyllenhaal/maggie-gyllenhaal_28018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Write a sincere compliment about Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She probably the best writer in the HU. If she really puts in the hard yards I honestly believe that she could become a great writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Apologize to Jon, the Intergalactic Gladiator for questioning his religious conviction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do that. Everyones beliefs need to be questioned. I can apologise for upsetting him by questioning his convictions. I think you need to always ask questions. Faith is very important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Post a sexy picture of the Lin-bot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RuC-2ZKhN3I/AAAAAAAAAII/RBhXfCNfWLE/s1600-h/opr01AAF.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RuC-2ZKhN3I/AAAAAAAAAII/RBhXfCNfWLE/s200/opr01AAF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107291819115362162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugh! I'm so over Lin its just not funny anymore. Personally I wish I'd killed her off when Gaia wanted too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8549474791253383226?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8549474791253383226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8549474791253383226' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8549474791253383226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8549474791253383226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/09/tagged-again.html' title='Tagged AGAIN!'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RuC-2ZKhN3I/AAAAAAAAAII/RBhXfCNfWLE/s72-c/opr01AAF.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2300691231501380557</id><published>2007-09-05T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T06:43:00.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A meme?????</title><content type='html'>We interrupt you regular Koma lag for this Meme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I finally got meme'd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchy meme'd me &lt;a href="http://henchy432.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-tag-has-brought-me-back.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have to post these rules before you give the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name. If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of your blog post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag. Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now I'm Captain Koma but as we all know thats an alias for Austin Peters. Now I haven't said what my middle name is. Now I could be really smart and say its a single inital but thats a cop out ain't it. So I'll make it hard on myself. Benjamin. Thats 8 damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh! Here goes. I must be a glutton for punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Brilliant. I have a brilliant mind which was made even more brilliant via cosmic energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Excitement. I bring it. You all know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Notice. I give notice to my employers by blowing everything up before I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Justice. What I've escaped from on many occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A - Arrogance. I have this. Doctor Doom says its essential for any Evil Genius to beleive in himself totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Manipulation. Wether its your spine or your mind I can make it do what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Imagination. Ask Christine (Chroma) I never lack in imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Next. One day I'll finish this Kosmic Oddessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those tagged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia&lt;br /&gt;Noel&lt;br /&gt;Onieda&lt;br /&gt;Wolverine&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta&lt;br /&gt;Prof X&lt;br /&gt;Blockade Boy&lt;br /&gt;Kid Flash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2300691231501380557?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2300691231501380557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2300691231501380557' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2300691231501380557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2300691231501380557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/09/meme.html' title='A meme?????'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6533308506929626432</id><published>2007-08-17T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T03:55:40.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - Time to get started</title><content type='html'>I'm in the Engineering workshop when I get the call to visit the principal's office.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma. Major Falstaff needs to see you NOW!" says Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;"Gee What could this be for?" I reply sarcastically.&lt;br /&gt;"Just go Koma." Answers Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thoregon.de/sff/darsteller/pics/arminshimerman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 94px; height: 135px;" src="http://www.thoregon.de/sff/darsteller/pics/arminshimerman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get to the office and Quark is back. He's sitting at the desk, Falstaff is leaning against the wall. Quark starts the questions straight away.&lt;br /&gt;"You've been investigating haven't you" he accuses.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes well I've got to. I had to find out who had more brains President Bush or Lindsay Lohan." I quip "You wanna know who won?"&lt;br /&gt;"No I do not want to know." snapped Quark. "What I do want to hear is your reason for investigating the intruder?"&lt;br /&gt;"Cause I wanted to know who the intruder was." I answer. "She certainly didn't want to be here. I wanted to know how she got here, how long she'd been here and where she's gone to and if she's coming back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/markharmon01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 118px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/markharmon01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why do you think she's coming back?" asked Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think she will right now. But if she does we need to know what we're up against."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think we're up against Koma." asked Falstaff&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like where this line of questioning is going Major?" protests Quark.&lt;br /&gt;"I do." I add.&lt;br /&gt;"You are a menace and should be locked up." snaps Quark. "Your investigation compromises this facility, and everyone connected to it."&lt;br /&gt;"Personally I think the people of Australia would like to know where their tax dollars go." I answer. "Though its the Americans knowing about this place you guys fear isn't it. Don't want George W telling the PM what he doesn't know exists."&lt;br /&gt;"Major Falstaff with all due respect to your position in ASIO." begins Quark. "Your inclusion of this sex-bot manufacturing retrobate has been an utter disaster. He has been reckless, disobedient and with this investigation he has brought Alica Quest into his shenadigans."&lt;br /&gt;"I've had enough of this, have you Falstaff?" I ask the Major. He nods. I pull out my Neural Disruptor and aim it at Quark.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-!" was all he said before he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;"So you've got a plan then Koma?" asks Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course I've got a plan." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Do it." he commands. "You'd have done it if I told you not to anyway."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6533308506929626432?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6533308506929626432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6533308506929626432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6533308506929626432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6533308506929626432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/08/komas-kosmic-odyssey-time-to-get.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - Time to get started'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-4025371300319400926</id><published>2007-07-24T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:41:50.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - Part 2</title><content type='html'>The thing I love about operating theatre's is that they are clean. Not just clean like home clean, I mean CLEAN. So clean you can smell it. But whats better than a sterile environment is brain surgery.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you remember when we put in Aryis' BULB?" Annabell loves surgery too. Its actually where she first hit one me. Some would call that a bit strange. I found it amusing.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I do." I answer. "You almost killed him if I remember correctly."&lt;br /&gt;"Dr Peter's you promised me you'd never mention that again." she warns.&lt;br /&gt;Things are good. Annabell's talking to me, Christine's been nothing but wonderful, I've got a mystery to solve and I'm mucking around with someones brain. Things just couldn't get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finish with the wetware installation.&lt;br /&gt;"Time to boot up the Administrator's brain." I announce to Falstaff and Prescott who are watching behind the glass.&lt;br /&gt;Annabell sets up the installation routine. This the best thing about brain surgery, you can operate while the patient is awake.&lt;br /&gt;"She should be awake in three, two, one." Annabell smiles. "Wakey wakey Ms. Administrator" she greets.&lt;br /&gt;"Wha! Who are you?" asks the Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;"Her name is Alicia Quest." says Falstaff through the intercom. "She's never spent a day as the Administrator, she doesn't know you from Adam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that bombshell. We finished up with Ms. Quest's surgery and Falstaff asked her a few questions. She remembered who attacked her and through the wetware system we could download her memories. We even saw the attacker change into Ms. Quest. That left a few questions in my head and I made sure that Major Falstaff knew about them.&lt;br /&gt;"Your questions will be taken under consideration." Falstaff replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me!" I snapped back. "Your giving me the executive brush off here."&lt;br /&gt;"Your not a field agent Koma. The little you know about this the better." he was holding a lot from me.&lt;br /&gt;"You brought me in here to flush HER out didn't you?" I accused.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. You did your job well Koma." And he just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two choices. Leave it alone like a good boy. Or investigate it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm going to investigate it. This isn't Captain Koma's blog of good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-4025371300319400926?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4025371300319400926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=4025371300319400926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4025371300319400926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4025371300319400926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/07/komas-kosmic-odyssey-part-2.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - Part 2'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-6886031553955306602</id><published>2007-07-15T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T20:07:44.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Kosmic Odyssey - The begining</title><content type='html'>Its been two weeks since the test.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting in the Slipstream Lab connected up to the recorded footage of the test. You know, the test that screwed up royally when the Administrator, went through the portal and into a cosmic malestrom.&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching the footage that was taken. That gave me nothing, but if I overlaid the infra-red, with the electro-magnetic recorder, and the ultra-violet footage.&lt;br /&gt;"Got ya! You can't beat a cosmically enhanced genius." I raised my fist in triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RpraanZ3YaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ph3jcRJ-Amg/s1600-h/chirstine01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RpraanZ3YaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ph3jcRJ-Amg/s200/chirstine01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087618879857320354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What have you got Austin?" It was Christine. "You've been connected to all of this for the last 5 hours. I swear your only happy when something is going wrong."&lt;br /&gt;I disconnect my wetware nodes from the system. It makes a popping and slippery sound as the nodes release the optic fibers from the wet-ware interface.&lt;br /&gt;"Ewww!" complains Christine. "I hate that sound."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll ignore that." I replied. "So they're ready for me?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." answered my Nordic Mistress of Steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the Administrators office, the Administrator's not there of course but Prescott, Falstaff and a guy in grey are.&lt;br /&gt;For those who forget Falstaff is the guy who asked me to join Spearhead he kinda looks like Mark Harmon. Prescott is the Assistant Administrator he looks like Rupert Everet. The guy in grey looks like the Armin Shimerman, he played Quark on Star Trek DS9.&lt;br /&gt;Quark in the grey suit is ranting to Falstaff and Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thoregon.de/sff/darsteller/pics/arminshimerman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 10px; float: left; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.thoregon.de/sff/darsteller/pics/arminshimerman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"So we don't know where the Administrator is, she could be dead or lost or anything..." his hands are flailing in the air.&lt;br /&gt;"ah-hem!" I interrupt.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so your here now." Attacks the grey suited Quark. "The great Dr Austin Peters. Oopss! sorry Captain Koma. What did you think you were doing out there? Where's you little sex toy? I hear you like them young with big ones. Have you got anything for me to go back to the Head of ASIO?"&lt;br /&gt;Normally I'd put a little turd like this in his place, but Falstaff gives me a look of "Don't do it Koma" So I don't.&lt;br /&gt;"One. "I begin." I prefer to be called Koma. Two. Lin is a sentient synthetic life form. And these days I'm into tall blondes. Oh and Three. Whoever went through the portal wasn't the Administrator, cause last time I checked she couldn't absorb cosmic energy."&lt;br /&gt;Quark took that in.&lt;br /&gt;"Do yo have proof of this?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"If you watch the Administrator's screen you'll see the footage of the incident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RprgrnZ3YbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3b8tMM7Oz80/s1600-h/admin-neon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RprgrnZ3YbI/AAAAAAAAAIA/3b8tMM7Oz80/s200/admin-neon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087625768984863154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I begin showing the footage. "Now watch the change that comes over the fake Administrator as she gets closer to the portal. I layer the infra-red, ultra-violet, and finally the electro-magnetic readings. Only a being absorbing a huge amount of radiation would be giving those readings."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a copy of this footage?" Asks Quark visibly relieved.&lt;br /&gt;I throw a USB drive at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Nice doing business with you, Koma." says Quark and with that he begins to leave the office."Oh and this place is under full lock-down till I say so. Major Falstaff your in charge." And with that Quark left.&lt;br /&gt;"Good work Koma." Falstaff smiled at me. "Now there's someone I want you to meet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falstaff takes me to the infirmary.&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it wasn't the Administrator." says Falstaff. "And this is why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He leads me into one of the private suites. And on the bed is what looks like the Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;"How long have you known this?" I ask. My sensors tell me she's in a medically induced coma.&lt;br /&gt;"We found her in a hospital as a Jane Doe in Townsville three days ago." replies Falstaff."She's suffered massive head trauma. If they wake her she'll never be able to tell us what happened to her. Can you do something about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually I can." I answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-6886031553955306602?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/6886031553955306602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=6886031553955306602' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6886031553955306602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/6886031553955306602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/07/komas-kosmic-odyssey-begining.html' title='Koma&apos;s Kosmic Odyssey - The begining'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RpraanZ3YaI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Ph3jcRJ-Amg/s72-c/chirstine01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-8999200145131613326</id><published>2007-06-25T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:43:49.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>Things have been going well. And its starting to freak me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I try to do something it works. I had to make sure that I got Christine's birthday right and get her the present she wanted. I did it. The team training has been running smoothly. Ayris is even listening to me. Oh and Annabell has stopped giving me the silent treatment and she's even made friends with Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just waiting for things to go wrong. Its got to happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning to the lovely face of Christine. She smiled sweetly, then a wicked grin flashed across her face. How I ever met a woman who likes to start the day like that, just amazes me.  I'd just like to thank whatever deity that has been watching over me. Thanks a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later I'd made it to the &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/01/komas-flashback.html"&gt;Slipstream Project Lab&lt;/a&gt;. It amazing the progress we've made in the last few weeks. Its now up to the main testing stage.&lt;br /&gt;"Your a little late Koma?" questions Dr Tran.&lt;br /&gt;"I was held up in an important meeting Dr Tran." I answered smiling wickedly.&lt;br /&gt;"We all know why your late Dr Peters." It was the Administrator. Damn!.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I know everyone knows Ma'am." I reply sweetly, sarcasm dripping from my mouth. "But I do like to keep the appearance that you all don't know I occasionally spend my mornings doing the horizontal ho-down with my girl-friend."&lt;br /&gt;"hmp!" replied the administrator. "We are here for tests this morning not sarcasm Dr Peters. Now are they going to commence or not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Of course they are Ma'am." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran the basic battery of tests. Methodically going through the systems and checking them out. Which I knew was boring the hell out of the Administrator. So I made them go the system checks twice. I know its petty and low of me but I don't trust this woman. She wants Slipstream to work like her life depends on it. And that makes me suspicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to the main test and the Administrators interest changes once the portal begins to open. We don't open it too far and she seems disappointed about that. The probe is sent into the portal out into the raging cosmic maelstrom. I have to monitor the readings of the probe, this is the tricky bit. If the probe can stand the maelstrom then we can initiate the cosmic wheel. I didn't want to call it the cosmic wheel but we couldn't come up with anything better.&lt;br /&gt;"The probe is holding well." calls out Dr Tran.&lt;br /&gt;"Send in the wheel." I order.&lt;br /&gt;I go to look back to the Administrator and she's not there. Her two guards are on the floor. I search the lab for her.&lt;br /&gt;"Wheel entering portal." calls out Dr Tran.&lt;br /&gt;I turn to see the wheel enter the portal and on it I see the Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;"Abort!" I scream. The wheel stops before it enters the portal. "Shut down the portal. Release the probe."&lt;br /&gt;"But Koma." protests Dr Tran. I ignore him and teleport to the Cosmic Wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who and what are you?" I demand.&lt;br /&gt;The administrator doesn't answer. She just smiles. And as the portal closes she leaps into the maelstrom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-8999200145131613326?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/8999200145131613326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=8999200145131613326' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8999200145131613326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/8999200145131613326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/06/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2098640229080451062</id><published>2007-04-25T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:38:33.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the middle of a chain reaction part2</title><content type='html'>what happened previously in &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com"&gt;Lins Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the lair. I end up in the closet and there's someone there waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Austin." Its Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Not now Christine." I tell her.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats up lover?" she asks. I tell her about Lin and the seismic generator and the nuclear power plant.&lt;br /&gt;"Ouch!" Chroma winced "Also you can't leave unless Prescott gives you permission can you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was right. I'm not in command of anything anymore. So its off to see Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So your telling me the synthoid that you created now has a seismic generator and is going to use it on a nuclear power plant." summed up Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I confirm.&lt;br /&gt;"Your sure you can resolve this without bloodshed and contamination." he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"With Chroma and Crater I definitely can." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;Prescott paused and scratched his chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCbwQHrS5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MWpB3s5N_ro/s1600-h/komamask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: left; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 147px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCbwQHrS5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MWpB3s5N_ro/s320/komamask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057713634800257938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCcCwHrS6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/EJCNUD72nQo/s1600-h/chroma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; float: right; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCcCwHrS6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/EJCNUD72nQo/s320/chroma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057713952627837858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Can't let you have Crater. But I doubt I could stop Chroma going with you. I can only give you 12 hours. If you haven't succeeded by then I will alert the American authorities." He returned to his paperwork. Chroma and I got suited up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in the power stations control center.&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell are you?" shouted one of the technicians. I didn't have the time to explain. So it was out with my weapon of choice the neural destabiliser.&lt;br /&gt;"So thats what it looks like." said Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"What what looks like?" I snap back, technicians slumped over their desks. "We're here to avert a nuclear catastrophe Christine."&lt;br /&gt;"She meant thats what your neural destabiliser looks like." said a voice from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henchy!" I exclaimed. "Dude what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCbgAHrS4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/bA91MSpv7Qc/s1600-h/nuclear-power-controlroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCbgAHrS4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/bA91MSpv7Qc/s320/nuclear-power-controlroom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057713355627383682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"There's a mole in the union. I've tracked him down to here. When I get my hands on Captain Boomerang he's going to find out just what union busting is all about."Henchy was livid. I'd seen Henchy angrier but I certainly don't want to be in Boomerang's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We need to shut the plant down and lock down the reactor core." I give the instructions for Chroma and Henchy to help me shut down the plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So shutting down the plant will help?" asks Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the reactor core is tough enough to take the quake, yeah." I answer. "A small leak is possible but this way we don't end up with a 3 Mile Island and not a Chernobyl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma doesn't ask anymore questions and we finish in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first quake hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it comes to it are you willing to go all the way Koma?" asks Henchy coolly. "Cause if you can't I can.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I can do it if I have to you two just get ready. Lin has company, hit hard hit fast we'll take them by surprise." I can do it. But it was nice for Henchy to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this saga is finished in &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com"&gt;Lins Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2098640229080451062?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2098640229080451062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2098640229080451062' title='308 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2098640229080451062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2098640229080451062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-middle-of-chain-reaction-part2.html' title='In the middle of a chain reaction part2'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RjCbwQHrS5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/MWpB3s5N_ro/s72-c/komamask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>308</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-4880471688654765288</id><published>2007-04-18T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T20:52:49.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prescott has something to tell me</title><content type='html'>read what happened in &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/2007/04/lgs-ii.html"&gt;Lin's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the lab working with Dr Tran. He knows his stuff but he's unable to make the right connections in his mind to follow the steps required to rebuild the Transfer relay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if you just open the wormhole the cosmic energy will flow out anyway.  So you need to make the Transfer relay so you can use the cosmic power in small amounts." I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But small amounts are not enough we need power." retorts Tran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tran you have to start small and build up the power. The reason why it didn't work last time was that we thought we could transfer the cosmic energy through the portal and use it here. Thats the mistake. We need to redesign the Transfer relay so that we use the cosmic energy in the portal and generate the electricity through the Transfer relay." I thought I had explained myself more that enough but his expression was blank. "We turn the Transfer relay into a cosmic water wheel. The flow of the cosmic energy will enable us to generate electricity." I explain it at its most simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the penny drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah!" replies Tran. "Its so simple and it's  safe as well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He rushes off to his team. It takes too long to explain all of this to Tran and his team. I could have this up and running in two weeks. Its going to take two months with Tran. Then Prescott turns up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes what do you want." I complain.&lt;br /&gt;"There were some abnormalities in the results of your tests." he's blunt.&lt;br /&gt;"The medical check we all took when we came back from Fiji?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. That one." replies Prescott. "You were all given the standard tests CAT scans, radiation, tox-screen, blood, DNA. Standard Spearhead policy for post-assignment debrief."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And..." I poke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The tests revealed above average mental and physical abilities." He smirked. "Putting it simply Koma you've lied to us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you didn't ask." I clarify. "You assumed apart from the synthiod implants I was normal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes we did." the smile left his face briefly. "But now we know your not. Cosmic energy was detected. You will be evaluated as to your power levels and your threat level will be amended. Do not leave the base." He teleported out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not leave the base 'eh! I walk into the closet. Instantly I'm in the lair. I smell something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vadar Lin's been here hasn't she?" I enquire. She still wears the perfume I gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES." answers Vadar. "SHE CAME FOR SOME EQUIPMENT."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What equipment?" I ask. I'm naturally curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A SEISMIC GENERATOR" answers Vadar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok what would Lin need a seismic generator? And why does that scare me." I say to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"TO STOP A NUCLEAR POWER STATION." answers Vadar diligently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continued in &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lin's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-4880471688654765288?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/4880471688654765288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=4880471688654765288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4880471688654765288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/4880471688654765288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/04/prescott-has-something-to-tell-me.html' title='Prescott has something to tell me'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2596232466868377389</id><published>2007-04-12T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:51:04.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I blame the beer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Please follow the links as it will help you remember just whats com before, yes Jon IG this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its been about 12 hours since we wrapped things up in Fiji.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad guys got beaten. The Australian embassy staff were saved during our fight with the International Guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-job.html"&gt;Prescott,&lt;/a&gt; you remember him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/Rupert_Everett01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 194px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/Rupert_Everett01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stuck up tight-ass Englishman who thinks he's in charge of me. Well while I was saving the team, Prescott had an Special Forces team teleported in and the embassy staff were saved with little fuss. Not one person was killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back with Psykan, Xeenon, and Major Force in tow I thought it would at least bring a smile on the &lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/12/administrator-i-dont-trust-her.html"&gt;Administrators&lt;/a&gt; face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/1600/838969/administratorCarrol01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/1600/838969/administratorCarrol01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well she was pissed. She went at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"You think I'm going to be impressed." her tone was caustic. "It was just a simple extraction and your super-buffoons screwed it all up."&lt;br /&gt;"Buffoons!" I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes buffoons. Your supposed to be an elite team but all you ended up doing was losing a member to a telepath and untold property damage in downtown Suva." she stopped there. Composed herself, sat down behind her desk. She did a few things on her laptop.&lt;br /&gt;"You are no longer Assistant Administrator. If it was up to me your only concern would be Slipstream. But Prescott believes the team needs you, especially now with Ki-Yama injured. You can go know. But when your not playing super-hero you WILL be in the lab."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I was dismissed. Slipstream is a problem, the Administrator is under pressure to get the cosmic energy program back online. Free energy is a big thing. But last time it killed many and changed myself and two others. (&lt;a href="http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/01/komas-flashback.html"&gt;my flashback of Slipstream&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was then accosted by Vince (Vortex), Warren (Crater) and &lt;a href="http://projectspearhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-in-control-im-in-control.html"&gt;Justice Nichols&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/vortex01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 150pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 128px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/vortex01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/4219/1600/david_wenham_06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 122px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6221/4219/1600/david_wenham_06.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/1600/507026/justice_nichols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 100px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 128px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/1600/507026/justice_nichols.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Warren's only been here a few weeks He and Justine look rather close, he works fast.&lt;br /&gt;"Koma now your coming to the party." slurs Vince.&lt;br /&gt;"Party?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. Were having a bit of a celebration. For a first job well done." says Warren smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ki-Yama turned up, her arm in a brace. Even Aryis was there. The beer was nice. How Warren got Corona here I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://projectspearhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/letter-to-mom-29112006.html"&gt;Annabell &lt;/a&gt;showed up but it wasn't her crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/perrette01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 89px; height: 131px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/perrette01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She left after trying to interest me in a meaningful conversation. I didn't need that. Sure she was once my goth girl but I was a different person back then. But I still know she's one of the few here I can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after the beers were flowing and the music got played. Chroma showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://au.inmagine.com/168nwm/Bananastock/bs232/bs232076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 138px;" src="http://au.inmagine.com/168nwm/Bananastock/bs232/bs232076.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rest of the night was a bit of a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Rh5B-7DiiPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-K2zoZSgtBg/s1600-h/koma-and-chroma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Rh5B-7DiiPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-K2zoZSgtBg/s200/koma-and-chroma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052548381216508146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember a few things to do with Chroma. But not much else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I wake up in the morning, in bed and someones next to me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I check myself first, I'm naked. Thats not completely a bad thing. I check the someone next to me, long blonde hair, smells of perfume, I look under the covers. Its female I'm very sure of it.&lt;br /&gt;She stirs.&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Austin. Some fun last night eh!." mentions Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah." I answer still quite taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;"You don't remember a thing do you?" she's not accusing me but it sure feels like it.&lt;br /&gt;I nod with a pained look on my face.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh well then I better give you something to remember." her smile is delightfully wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't kiss and tell so well leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2596232466868377389?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2596232466868377389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2596232466868377389' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2596232466868377389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2596232466868377389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-blame-beer.html' title='I blame the beer.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/Rh5B-7DiiPI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/-K2zoZSgtBg/s72-c/koma-and-chroma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7087329179003252650</id><published>2007-04-04T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T05:42:16.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fight you've all been waiting for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RhOZaFv54sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UKdMFOSRHJs/s1600-h/spearheadkoma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RhOZaFv54sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UKdMFOSRHJs/s320/spearheadkoma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049548280711209666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleport in and Ki-Yama is looking worse for wear.&lt;br /&gt;Her right wrist is broken, as are a few ribs but she's still soldiering on.&lt;br /&gt;"Took them both on didn't you?" I asked in a parental tone.&lt;br /&gt;She scowls at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Got Force though." she spits back at me.&lt;br /&gt;"Blowing up a car wont stop Chroma." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you know that Austin." adds Chroma striding through the flames.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you specialise in psycho ex-girlfriends Koma?" quips Ki-Yama.&lt;br /&gt;"Just get out of here." I summon a portal for her. "Crater's with Vortex, send him over."&lt;br /&gt;Ki-Yama limps through the portal and it closes behind her.&lt;br /&gt;"That was quite chivalrous of you Austin." congratulates Chroma. "But I don't think there is going to be much left of you when I'm done." She slams her right fist into the palm of her left hand to emphasise just how ready she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My old habit would be to just get the hell out of here and leave someone else to clean up the mess. Unfortunately I'm the one in charge here, so the buck stops with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma stops just short of punching distance.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you waiting for, an invitation?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"Well you are the weaker combatant here so I was just waiting for your one shot and then I was going to take you out." she answers plainly.&lt;br /&gt;"No, Ladies first." I offer.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, your funeral Austin." she winds up and swings straight through the hologram of me. The power of the blow, spins her around ninety degrees in the opposite direction. Where I'm standing at the other end of the street with two blasters drawn.&lt;br /&gt;"CHEATER!" she screams as I fire repeatedly. The lasers don't even dent her steel armor, but I knew that. I'm only trying to piss her off. She breaks into a sprint aimed right at me. I stop with the blasters, she's not going to get anymore angry. I set the shields on full and wait for the impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrown back down the street bouncing like a ball. Eventually I run into a building, I tense up for the impact. Finally stopped I get up. There's not much left of the wall I hit.&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats the best test those shields have ever gotten." I tell myself smugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what I hate Austin?" yells Chroma still running up the street toward me. "I hate singles nights. I hate people telling me what to do. I hate those little sausage dogs. I hate screaming children. I hate this uniform. " Her pace slows and she stops again in front of me. "But you know what I really hate?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You hate this double life you've been living being a mole inside the International Guard." I answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chroma's jaw drops. "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its time to come back Christine." I pause for effect. "If you want to give all this up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiles."You little smart-arse. Yes I want out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to tell her welcome back or something when someone falls from the sky.&lt;br /&gt;In a green spandex suit with a bad haircut, Xeenon lies bleeding and unconscious in front of myself and Chroma.&lt;br /&gt;In the air above Ayris just smirks. Burn marks from Xeenon's laser blasts pocket his suit and the ones on his face are slowly healing.&lt;br /&gt;I look at Chroma she looks back at me. "I'm not picking him up." she snaps in disgust. "That loser has been hitting on me since the start. I'm sure he was peeping on me once." Chroma kicks Xeenon in the guts, he groans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least thats over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7087329179003252650?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7087329179003252650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7087329179003252650' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7087329179003252650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7087329179003252650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/04/fight-youve-all-been-waiting-for.html' title='The fight you&apos;ve all been waiting for'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RhOZaFv54sI/AAAAAAAAAHI/UKdMFOSRHJs/s72-c/spearheadkoma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-7311600890402524044</id><published>2007-03-22T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T07:10:02.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Psykan rhymes with garbage can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-VOIP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleport just south of where Crater is. I can see him Psykan and Vortex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKDWfOpE2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/C1aNCPgmcig/s1600-h/psykansmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 251px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKDWfOpE2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/C1aNCPgmcig/s320/psykansmall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044738954971648866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn't look good at all.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Psykan is doing the whole "I'm the psychic who's going to make your team-mate kill you." thing.&lt;/div&gt;The problem is that Vortex can kill Crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Vince would never have worked it out but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that if you can control air you can suck the air out of someones lungs.&lt;br /&gt;Crater has worked this out and has encased himself in his telekinetic aura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKD0vOpE4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jweJDOWD3yc/s1600-h/vortexsmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKD0vOpE4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/jweJDOWD3yc/s320/vortexsmall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044739474662691714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which means that he's safe.&lt;br /&gt;Until his oxygen runs out. Crater can't move away either cause Psykan has Vince creating a downdraft that is keeping Crater from moving at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Warren, it's Koma. How long can you hold your breath for?" I ask over the communicator system.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh about 2 minutes. Can't talk any more, breathing." he quips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKDp_OpE3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/-5SPBefgXcA/s1600-h/cratersmall.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKDp_OpE3I/AAAAAAAAAG0/-5SPBefgXcA/s320/cratersmall.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044739289979097970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Of course I completely understand. You wont be waiting long to inhale again." I really couldn't believe I said that. I'm getting so hero now I'm even doing the glib remarks.&lt;br /&gt;I'd better concentrate otherwise Vince could notice I'm here and I'd be Gone with the wind. Ugh! I did it in my own head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-VOIP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleport right behind Psykan. He's chuckling away watching Crater slowly suffocate. It wasn't long ago I was in Psykan's shoes.&lt;br /&gt;"What good is it being invulnerable when you can't breathe." gloats the green haired villain in his gravely voice. I realise I'm being tardy when Crater gives me a glare, which is detected by Psykan. He turns to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you must be Koma." he deduces. "I can taste that brain of yours from under the psychic dampner." Psykan licks his lips. "I was told yours was a treat of cosmic proportions. They were right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yuck!" I reply more than a little grossed out. "Your not getting anything, Garbage-can." I ignore the glib remark and press the button on Vortex's BULB remote.&lt;br /&gt;(A BULB is a little device I made, its put in peoples brains, Its main job is to subdue the subject via painful headaches. It can kill but only if you press the red button)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vince clutches at his head, funnily so does Garbage-can. I kick the telepath in the head, it doesn't knock him out but I do enjoy it. Then I go for the Neural Disruptor.&lt;br /&gt;-Fizzzzzshum-&lt;br /&gt;I had to set the Disruptor on high, telepaths are harder to subdue on the lower settings. He'll be hibernating this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice work Koma." thanks Crater. "You know for a moment there I thought you were going to join that green haired bastard."&lt;br /&gt;"Not likely Warren." I tell him. "Stay here and protect Vince. He'll be groggy when the headache wears off."&lt;br /&gt;"Your the Boss Koma." answers Crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its onto deal with Chroma. I just hope Ki-Yama has been able to reign in Ayris.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-7311600890402524044?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/7311600890402524044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=7311600890402524044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7311600890402524044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/7311600890402524044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/03/psykan-rhymes-with-garbage-can.html' title='Psykan rhymes with garbage can'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/RgKDWfOpE2I/AAAAAAAAAGs/C1aNCPgmcig/s72-c/psykansmall.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-2695022721415169198</id><published>2007-03-16T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T06:09:28.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Commander Force is an ego-maniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://projectspearhead.blogspot.com"&gt;Project Spearhead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I teleport into the safe-house and there is only Ayris and Ki-Yama.&lt;br /&gt;"Sent Crater after Psykan didn't you." It was a statement not a question.&lt;br /&gt;Ki-Yama nods.&lt;br /&gt;"Bad idea, Psykan is in control of Vortex. What else we're you going to do?" This was a question but Ayris answered it.&lt;br /&gt;"Skulk in the shadows and take the IG's by surprise." he was rather disgusted with the plan and certainly made sure I knew he didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;"Good idea." I tell Ki-Yama. Ayris' jaw drops. "They're north of here 3 and half klicks. Concentrate on Xeenon and Force first if I can stop Vortex in time we can all be back home in an hour."&lt;br /&gt;"What about Chroma?" snaps Ki-Yama.&lt;br /&gt;"Leave Chroma to me."  I order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I teleport out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to get to Crater before Vortex kills him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-2695022721415169198?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/2695022721415169198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=2695022721415169198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2695022721415169198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/2695022721415169198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/03/commander-force-is-ego-maniac.html' title='Commander Force is an ego-maniac'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-117013419838807885</id><published>2007-01-29T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T21:16:38.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no another team of super humans</title><content type='html'>What a cliche. I thought. Another team of super humans fighting against my super humans. Annabell and I arrive in the situation room Prescott is dealing with the situation calmly but there is panic in the others around him.&lt;br /&gt;"ASIO told us of their arrival as they attacked." informed Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;"Who are they?" asked Annabell.&lt;br /&gt;"They are mercenaries who go under the title The International Guard. They sell their services to any country who can pay for." explained Prescott. "Putting it simply they're trouble."&lt;br /&gt;"Do Ki-Yama and the others know who they're up against?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"No but they have just been attacked telepathically." Prescott's tone hasn't changed since we began. He's so damn stiff upper lipped I'd bet he staples it when he goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;"I gave them psychic dampners. In fact I gave them everything. How did the Fijian military find out what we were doing?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;"I suggest we work that out later and deal with the current situation. It seems our trojan cyclone has been discovered." Prescott points to a satellite picture of the cyclone created by Vortex breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;"The telepath's in control of Vortex." I deduce.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."Prescott pulls up the Vortex's ECG readings. He points to the recent surge in brain activity. "Vortex doesn't think that much."&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there for the International Guard?" I ask.&lt;br /&gt;Prescott changes the screen in front of us and give me the ASIO intel.&lt;br /&gt;"Psykan we already know is there. We have pictures of the whole team coming in as we speak." relays Prescott. "Mr Haynes is it here, yet." requests Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;"Its here Sir. You have it now." responds Mr Haynes.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh crap not him." I gripe.&lt;br /&gt;"True but look at her. Is that who I think it is?" asks Prescott with a sneaky smile.&lt;br /&gt;"Mr Prescott I do believe your right." I reply. "I think this is going to be easier than we both thought."&lt;br /&gt;I leave to suit up. Annabell follows me to the lair. I get to the storeroom door which will open into the lair and she stops me.&lt;br /&gt;"That was Chroma wasn't it?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes." I reply.&lt;br /&gt;Annabell screws up her face. Begins to say something and then walks off in a huff.&lt;br /&gt;"Annabell I don't need this right now." I call after her. She doesn't respond. I go into the lair and suit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;continued in &lt;a href="http://projectspearhead.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Project:Spearhead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-117013419838807885?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/117013419838807885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=117013419838807885' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/117013419838807885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/117013419838807885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-no-another-team-of-super-humans.html' title='Oh no another team of super humans'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116808866295358556</id><published>2007-01-06T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T05:04:23.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's Flashback</title><content type='html'>When the Adminstrator left it was just me and Annabell in the Slipstream Lab. I looked at the lab and I remembered.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I could see it all. Dr Wicker standing expectantly in front of me with the other scientists milling about and of course the Cavilier. He was there just in case things should go wrong. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It begins the same way as before. Dr Wicker gives the order to open the time-slip wormhole. It opens prefectly. We can view the point in time we require just like before. Wicker turns to me and smiles.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/320/424645/indian-woman-1210160.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"And you thought the Cosmic energy would break the time-slip shielding." She jibes. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I said the shields wouldn't hold after the power transfer was initiated." I warn back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"And as I said before Austin it wont happen if we limit the transfer." Dr Wicker returned. "Begin the transfer." She orders confidently.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Transfer Relay looks like a gigantic trident. It pierces the time-slip shielding and the power starts being registerd in the storage batery. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Point 04 percent of capacity registered." I announce.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Whats the influx setting ?" Wicker demands.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Influx setting is at factor 3 and holding." I reply.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Thats not too high. It should fill the storage batery in fifteen minutes." calculates Dr Wicker.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Cavilier flies over from the Transfer Relay manual controls.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/320/572707/thecavilier.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Well done Dr Wicker. This looks like a great success." He congratulates.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"This is only the first step Cavilier. Soon we will be able to power the whole country this way." replies Wicker confidently.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And then it starts to go wrong.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Influx factor rising to factor 4, 4.5. Storage capacity at 25% percent and rising fast." I relay. "Now at factor 5, 6. Dr Wicker we should end the test now, it we overload the storage battery..." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Yes Austin I agree." Orders Wicker. "Shut it down."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I go to retract the Transfer Relay.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"The Transfer Relay is stuck." I report.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"No problem I'll get it in." replies the Cavilier calmly. He flies over to the Relay and attempts to operate the manual controls. He puts his whole strength into it and the wheel shatters. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Influx at factor 11, Storage at 75% and rising fast we have only 30 seconds till we hit overload. We should shut down the Wormhole." I advise.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"No!" Protests Dr Wicker. "If we shutdown the wormhole we loose the Relay. That took 2 years to build. I am not letting this beat us." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The Cavilier has by this time got a grip on the Relay arm and is struggling to remove it under his own strength.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"We need to shut down now Nova." I beg using Dr Wickers surname.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"No!" She shouts back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The storage reaches 95%. I get up and go to the wormhole console and shove the operator out of the way. I begin the shut down sequence when Dr. Wicker lunges at me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"You can't stop it. I wont let you ruin it." she screams at me. Her rage overpowers me and pushes me over. I get back up just in time to see the Cavilier with one last pull, pry the Relay from the wormhole. The emergency claxon sounds. Dr Wicker and I both turn to see the shielding crack. The Cosmic energy spills out into the lab in waves. I manage to finish the shutdown sequence but its too late the Cosmic wave hits the Transfer Relay sending the Storage Battery into overload. The light is blinding, I can feel the wave as it comes towards me. I feel it brushing me for a scant second. Then i fall unconscious.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Austin, Austin." She called after me. Annabell stood in front of me. How long she'd been calling my name I didn't know.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I haven't seen that look on your face for a long time. Thats fear. Isn't it." Accused Annabell. "What is the great Captain Koma afraid of ?" Annabell continued to glare at me I avoided her eyes for a while.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I'm not afraid. Not exactly its just that this room, its.." I trailed off.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Yes that room is what ?" She prompted.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"I was one of the three survivors of Slipstream. I hadn't been in this room since the accident." I answer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"So you were having a flashback ?" she asks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;"Yeah. And I am not going to let that mistake happen again." I answer.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Just my pager goes off. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Its from Prescott the Teams in trouble.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;style&gt;i{content: normal !important}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116808866295358556?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116808866295358556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116808866295358556' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116808866295358556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116808866295358556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2007/01/komas-flashback.html' title='Koma&apos;s Flashback'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116653470951289659</id><published>2006-12-19T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T05:30:24.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Administrator..... I don't trust her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;this blog comes after Crater's post on &lt;a href="http://projectspearhead.blogspot.com/2006/12/wait-is-killing-me.html"&gt;Project: Spearhead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok its has been 12 hours since I got pulled off MY Teams first mission and I'm still waiting for the meeting with the Adminsitrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I took my time. I tried to get there late. Well it seems the Administrator is a lot more canny than I gave her credit for. In fact I think she's dangerous. I get hourly updates from Prescott about the status of the mission, I wonder if he's a part of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour later and now Annabell shows up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/1600/995106/perrette01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/perrette01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin the Adminsitrator wants to see you in the Slipstream Lab. Now." She looks at me aplogetically.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. This is how it all begins doesn't it?" I ask rhetorically. I get up and walk slowly to the Slipstream labs. I get to the door of the lab and I hesitate.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn! Not now." I mutter to myself.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first time you've been here since the accident isn't it?" asks Annabell. She remembers that day. Well I'm glad she wasn't there for it.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!." I agree. To myself I thought what does the Administrator know.&lt;br /&gt;"Time to shine Koma." I say outloud. I grit my teeth and enter a room I never thought I'd walk into again. I barge in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Dr Peters." Greets the Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/1600/838969/administratorCarrol01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3050/2962/200/461577/administratorCarrol01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats Koma." I snap back. She wanted to get me angry lets see how she deals with it.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course how could I forget. Only Professor Lorenzo can call you buy your 'old' name." she gestures to Annabell. "I have a question about your handling of Dr Tran's work. Are you meaning to put such a valuable project into mothballs again?" She sounded clear as if she was asking you to pass the salt.&lt;br /&gt;"I know this project. It has possibilities but its too dangerous to continue the way it is right now. " I go to continue but the Administrator interupts.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I hear you were part of the last, failure." she emphasised the word failure.&lt;br /&gt;"And if you continue to attack the problem the way you are going the same failure is imminent." I said it coldly. I knew the way Tran was going. His scatter shot approach would only get more people killed or worse.&lt;br /&gt;"So is that the reason why you have decided to take on this project by yourself?" Again clear controlled no emotion in her questions.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes as I wrote in my reported to you there needs to be more saftey measures. Also I still havent recieved any information on these dampners and wether they work at all. If we are going to harness the power here we need to make it safe." I emphasised the word safe.&lt;br /&gt;"I was sent here for one specific purpose Koma." her tone was no longer clear now. "And I will have Slipstream up and running as the first Cosmic Powered Energy Station. Your here to make this happen Koma." she paused walked up to me and poked me in the chest. "Your not here to play super-human." Then she walked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I was right she is dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116653470951289659?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116653470951289659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116653470951289659' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116653470951289659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116653470951289659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/12/administrator-i-dont-trust-her.html' title='The Administrator..... I don&apos;t trust her.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116580859023659886</id><published>2006-12-10T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:43:10.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first mission, oh their first mission.</title><content type='html'>So I'd just made sure Warren wold be spending most of his time trying to not to flirt with Ms. Justice Nichols. Despite his very lame attempts and double entendre's he's going to succeed there. She thinks he's alright. &lt;br /&gt;So after playing matchmaker I get back to the lab and there's Prescott standing waiting  with all the lab rats trying not to get in his way. &lt;br /&gt;Annable sldes up to me as I walk in.&lt;br /&gt;"Austin, he's been waiting for you for a while. He's freeking out the others. Can you get hin out of here. Oh and tell him not to come back." she whispered in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at her and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;"Sure I'll see what I can do." I left Annabell behind and strode over to Prescott."Your here for me I'm told?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;He handed me a few papers and then dissapeared.&lt;br /&gt;It was a case file. Our first mission.&lt;br /&gt;At that point the doubts filled my head and I got a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Spearhead control and set up the mission plan. It was a simple hostage extraction in Fiji. Suva to be precise. The plan took less than an hour to write and then I sent it to Prescott and the Administrator.&lt;br /&gt;They both signed off on it and we were away. I alerted the team and we were in the training room rehearsing the plan. &lt;br /&gt;"So all I'm doing is just being a distraction, this suck Koma." sulked Vortex.&lt;br /&gt;"Vince this requires exact timing one little mistake will lead to death for the hostages and a big fight with the Fiji military. And we DON'T want to fight the Fiji army." I explained.&lt;br /&gt;"So Vince (Vortex) makes with the fake cyclone, Crater, Aryis and myself go and get the hostages out. How?" asked Ki-Yama hands on hips. &lt;br /&gt;"You can get out either by getting the hostages to the pick up point, where Amy will be waiting for you at the arainged time. Or you set up a gateway. I've taught Ki-Yama how to set one of them up. Then all you do is walk through. Now remember the gateway is not permanent it will self destruct after 2 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok we get all of that Mother Koma. Now when do we go." asked Ayris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The from behind me Prescott spoke.&lt;br /&gt;"You are going 45 minutes. Koma has meeting with the Administrator in ten."&lt;br /&gt;I turned and stared as angry as I could at him.&lt;br /&gt;"I've been given oprotational command of this mission." Revealed Prescott. "If you leave know Koma, you wont be late." he chided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I stormed out of the training room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116580859023659886?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116580859023659886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116580859023659886' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116580859023659886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116580859023659886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/12/our-first-mission-oh-their-first.html' title='Our first mission, oh their first mission.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116501850465489318</id><published>2006-12-01T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T16:15:06.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Training is a mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is post follows on from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://projectspearhead.blogspot.com/2006/11/letter-to-mom-29112006.html"&gt;Project: Searhead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Honestly I wasn't that impressed with the first training session. Ayris was being all high and mighty and trying to prove that he was more indestructable than Crater. I was a debarcle to watch. He pretty much just tried to do it all on his own. So I went and made it harder, well I made it impossible for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But it wasn't impossible for Crater. Aryis bombed out around the wall of adamantium which eventually crushed him. Well it would have crushed if I let it. And I was tempted. I then stoped the exercise ordered Ayris out, left Ki-Yama in charge of the team for the rest of the session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When I got to Aryis he was bleeding from his forehead and was cradling his right arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Anything we need to talk about?" I asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aryis just glared at me. He wiped his head of the blood, the cut had healed. Slowly he raised his hand flexed his fingers, then clenched his fist and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Super-Healing is a wonderfull thing." He began. "No if didn't know any better you just tried to kill me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"No you don't know any better. If I had tried to kill you you'd be dead." I answered. "If I ever see you act like that again in training I will make sure you become someones little project. No more Cage, no more nice meals, no more comfy beds, and definatley no more conjugal visits."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Aryis' nasty snear was back. I had to make a point now otherwise he was just going to be a bigger problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"You've got two choices Aryis'. Prove me right, that your a waste of time. Nothing but an ego with super powers. Or you can prove me wrong and lead this team. Go back to the Cage and decide which one you want to be."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I left him there and went back to join the team in training&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;iframe style="display: block;" id="richeditorframe"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116501850465489318?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116501850465489318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116501850465489318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116501850465489318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116501850465489318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/12/training-is-mess.html' title='Training is a mess'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116384258139228869</id><published>2006-11-18T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:44:04.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayris don't know me very well, do he?</title><content type='html'>Next was Ayris. As Vincent correctly asked he is a clone of the Cavelier Australia's greatest Super-Human. A man of courage and honour, and these days too old to be saving the neighbourhood, let alone the world. So a few years ago scientists including yours truly were set to the task of cloning a replacement Cavelier. It was the Prime-Ministers idea, that and cloning Don Bradman. Cloning the 'Don' was easy but the Cavelier was tricky. In the process my then superior Dr. Nova Wicker went crazy. She dubded herself Dr. Nova-cane and escaped with the one of the clones. This clone was Ayris. He of course was captured but Dr. Wicker is still on the loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayris is kept in an area of Spearhead called the Cage. Its a nice place its got luxurious rooms, 24 hour kitchen, gym, and conjugal visits. If I was locked up anywhere the Cage is the place I'd want to be. Of course thats not the only thing that keeps Ayris in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entered through the 20 inch thick adamantium doors and into the Cage's rather beautiful foyer. The whole theory is that if it looks like a hotel they'll treat it like one. It works, sometimes. Ayris was in the foyer wating for me. The staff (guards) were around but they kept a low profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/julianmcmahon01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/julianmcmahon01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain Koma."Smiled Ayris. "Why did you take that moniker? Its like your the poor cousin to Captain Cold."&lt;br /&gt;I ignored that. He had to make himself superior to me, even if he was right.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok you know who I am. You do know I'm required to be present on all missions." I smiled, he didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Ayris wasn't happy.&lt;br /&gt;"So your in charge, congratulations." a dirty snear crept across his face.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I'm in charge here in the complex." I began Ayris wasn't going to like the rest. "But in the field I'm no more than a member of the team."&lt;br /&gt;"You expect me to accept that compromise. Having you a member of the team I'm going to be constatly looking over my shoulder." he was leaning forward his voice getting louder."And if I make a decision you  don't approve of will you... No how can you stop me out there. Really do you even have the balls to tell me I'm wrong."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I do. But you are right it is a compromise, if I had it my way you wouldn't even be on the team." I left that hang in the air and before Ayris had a chance to reply I plulled out a small remote. Ayris knew what it was. It controlled the Brain implant Universal Locator Beacon. Or BULB for short. Apart from being able to pinpoint where ever Ayris was, it also had a small explosive charge.&lt;br /&gt;He laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"You wont have that in the field. Prescott has it."&lt;br /&gt;He was right but I had an ace up my sleeve.&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know you were captured and brought here before I left?" I asked as if changing the subject.&lt;br /&gt;"No I didn't its nice to know you were one of those nameless lab-rats." again putting me down.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I was in charge of the lab back then. I invented the BULB. In fact I hand made the one in your very head. Put it there too." I was smiling now, gloating. "Now its not going to take me much to make something to blow your pretty face off now isn't it."&lt;br /&gt;I could feel his hate burning against me. He was beyond words he lunged at me. Before he even got to me a million or so volts exploded through him. The cages security system turned off the current. Ayris slumped to the floor. Burnt, alive, and panting.&lt;br /&gt;"Your a natural leader Ayris why would I not let you lead out in the field. But if you step out of line expect worse than what you just got." I left Ayris on the floor and walked away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116384258139228869?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116384258139228869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116384258139228869' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116384258139228869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116384258139228869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/11/ayris-dont-know-me-very-well-do-he.html' title='Ayris don&apos;t know me very well, do he?'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116298100777384041</id><published>2006-11-08T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T02:16:48.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Vortex and Kiyama</title><content type='html'>Well with the lab in Annabells control and only the Adminstrators motives for re-opening Slipstream to be answered, I had to go and see the Spearhead team. There were four of them two months ago. On their last Mission they lost Black Titan. He was able to change his size and density. These abilities made him almost completley invulnerable. I say almost beacause even when you can become bulletproof, your still toast when fall into a lava flow. So part of my job was to find a new fourth for the team. Mind you I still had to introduce myself to the remining three. I decided to get the easy one over first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/vortex01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/vortex01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His name is Vincent Saggers codename Vortex, wind manipulator. He's an adrenaline junky. He loves taking risks cutting corners. The only reason he sticks to the plan at Spearhead is that every mission is pretty much suicide.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey I've met you before." He says as I enter the interview room. "Dr. Peters." I'm amazed he remembered me. I was his trainer when he was first tested for Pegasus.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes and I'm the new Assistant Administrator." I introduced myself. "This our introduction. I have a few questions of you and if you have any questions for me then I'll answer them as well I'm allowed to."&lt;br /&gt;"So Doc! What do you wanna know?" He was as forward and cocky just as the psych report told me.&lt;br /&gt;"Vincent its Koma or Dr. Peters." I corrected. "Do you miss Black Titan?" I kept my face blank waiting for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;"That arsehole. The only reason he died cause he thought he was immortal." He looked at me with disgust. "You think I'd miss him. He got what he deserved."&lt;br /&gt;"You think the same about the rest of the team?" Still blank, still calm.&lt;br /&gt;"Well Kiyama's a fox but she'd kill me if said anything bad about her. I've seen her kill this guy and man she got off on it." He shook his head. "She's cold Dr Peters. But as cold killing bitches go she one hell of a ride." He was smirking. It said 'Yeah I got some with her, and it was great.'&lt;br /&gt;"And Ayris?" I asked keeping him on track.&lt;br /&gt;"He thinks he's Jesus or somthing. I was told he was a clone of the Cavalier. It that true?" he wanted an answer.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes its true." I answered. "I can't tell you the whole story of course. Are you scared of him?"&lt;br /&gt;"If that bulb thing wasn't in his head he'd try take over the country again. So yeah he scares me. But don't tell him that." He was being honest with me. I had one last question.&lt;br /&gt;"You have been told that I'll be a part of the team on most missions?"&lt;br /&gt;"Now thats a joke isn't it." he smiled. I was blank and calm. "Oh really. Ok thats cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The female member of the team KiYama was in the gym. As Vincent said she's an assasin. Her powers. She doesn't miss, ever!. She too knew who I was but thats because we were introduced at the party last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/kiyama01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/kiyama01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Well what do you want." she was in front of the weights. Vincent was right absolute fox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This the AA introduction thing. I gotta do it. I just did Vincent then its Ayris next." I made out like this was the boring stuff, merely procedure, nothing important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bullshit." She saw right through me. "This the bit where you confirm all the psycho-babble you read in our files."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True." I admitted "Also its the bit where you ask me questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned and gave me a hard stare.&lt;br /&gt;"Ok can I put a name in for our new fourth."&lt;br /&gt;"Sure you can." I already had a fourth picked out and he was well on his way to Spearhead. But it wouldn't hurt if I knew who she was thinking of. "Can you give me a name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Layla Rocococo." she smiled as she said it. And my sensors picked up a slight inrease in her temperature. As you all know I can manipulate computers and electrical devices so it was quite easy for me to get the details on Ms. Rocococo, codename....&lt;br /&gt;"Colossal girl." I replied. "Yeah she's a straight fit for Black Titan, but I have someone already."&lt;br /&gt;"Who?" she demanded.&lt;br /&gt;"Warren Schneider, Crater." I answerd.&lt;br /&gt;"Another male." she spat. "You really want to keep the boys club going don't you." She stood up and got right in my face."The Administrator promised me that there'd be less testosterone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never made that promise." I didn't blink I looked her eye to eye. "And I'm not here to arrange sleepover parties. I'm here to make this the best team it can be. Sure, I'm open to discussion, but this Kiyama is bullshit." With that I turned my back on her and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel her angry stare burn the back of my head as I left the gym.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116298100777384041?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116298100777384041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116298100777384041' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116298100777384041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116298100777384041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/11/introducing-vortex-and-kiyama.html' title='Introducing Vortex and Kiyama'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116234573799027744</id><published>2006-10-31T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:22:53.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams and visions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**** ok from here on in Koma is going first person ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin, Austin..." Lin whispers softly in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/garden01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/garden01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see her walking thorough the garden while I sit in on the verandah of the bungalow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/lady_crow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/lady_crow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see a woman with a crow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/opr01OZJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/opr01OZJ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see Lin again in dark glasses.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm living my life now Austin. Its strange but I'm living it." Lins voice trails off and I wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have cut off all connection to Lin but even if I did that VADAR would keep sending messages about where Lin was. VADAR is a little bit too overprotective of Lin but maybe thats a good thing. Anyway after last nights party its going to be hard enough trying to get all the jobs that need to be done today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to the lab before everyone else. Well thats easy I don't need much sleep even after I'd had a bit too much to drink. Also it helps when you can open a door that changes an eqipment closet in the Lab into a doorway from the workshop. I look at the clock its 5:45am. I'm early. Oh well I get some time to go over the files of the super humans I'll be managing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7:30am the lab rats start filing in. They all great me with a hello or a hi they don't know me. Only Annabell worked here when I last worked here. When she comes in all eyes are on us. &lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Dr. Peters" her smile is polite and cordial. Whats she up to.&lt;br /&gt;"Morning Professor Lorenzo." I smile back just as polite. The lab rats all know the history between us. I can read it from the messages they are currently sending each other. &lt;br /&gt;"So you've beaten us all here this morning. Have you reviewed our current projects?" asks Annabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell her I have but I'd like to go over the project with her and the team leaders. She gives me the usual polite office talk and tells me that they all are very happy to have me as the new Asisstant Administrator. Annabell arranges the meeting with the project leaders at 11am. I go back to the psychological reports on the super-humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 11am Annabell came to get me.&lt;br /&gt;"The team leaders are waiting in the conference room for you Dr. Peters." her tone was the same cordial polite office tone. Something was wrong I had to ask her now otherwise I'd be thinking about it all the way through the team leaders meeting.&lt;br /&gt;"Whats wrong Annabell?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon." she replied.&lt;br /&gt;"Look this charade of Dr. Peters and Prof. Lorenzo. This have anything to do with last night?" I had to ask. Last night was a nice time but Annabell was a bit over clingy.&lt;br /&gt;Annabell gave me a look of frustration and muttered something like 'Bring it up now why don't you.' Then she took my hand and dragged me into the closet. Now because I was entering the closet the gateway portal activated and we ended up in the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first Annabbell didn't realise that we weren't in the closet anymore.&lt;br /&gt;"Austin you very well this isn't just about last night this is a..bout...." She stopped there and looked around.&lt;br /&gt;"Cool Austin very cool." she chuckled a bit and then remembered why she'd dragged me into the closet in the first place. He face changed from amazment at the workshop to a firm mask of determination.&lt;br /&gt;"Last night I was drunk and yes I wasn't totaly in control of myself. But I thought we could pickup where we left off. But seeing you want just a professional realtionship...." she was hurt. Even a blind man could see it.&lt;br /&gt;"Annabell at the moment I can't have you throwing youself at me in front of everyone."I explained.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh so thats it. Your still with Lin." she snaped.&lt;br /&gt;"No thats not it." I snapped back. "We need a realxed feel in the lab, but what we don't need is the lab rats thinking they can sleep with the boss to get a promotion."&lt;br /&gt;"Me promoted. Your putting me in charge of the lab. really?" she shouted excitedly and then the penny dropped. "Ohhh! so because your promoting me you don't want everyone to think that I got the job cause I was sleeping with you."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly." I explained. "Anyway from what I hear you just got dumped too."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah one of the pilots got transfered a while ago. Sorry I went all clingy on you." &lt;br /&gt;appologised Annabell. "Oh and by the way this is a really cool lair."&lt;br /&gt;"Its not a lair its my workshop." I corrected.&lt;br /&gt;"Its lair Austin. And I'll prove it. Your name Santa?" she asked&lt;br /&gt;"No." I answered&lt;br /&gt;"Well then its a lair." She put her hands on her hips and triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SHE HAS A POINT MASTER." chimed in VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Et tu VADAR." I exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you have a talking computer thingy." she added. "This is so a Lair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to the conference. It was the usual stuff for a secret govenment lab. Weapons, drugs, robotics, genetic mutation of farm animals. Then a project code name came up that got my attention.&lt;br /&gt;"Slipstream! Your working on that!" I rudely interupted the young scientist who name was Fletcher Tran.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Dr. Peters. The Adminsitrator reopened project Slipstream last year. As to date we have made no headway at all. Because of this the Administrator has diverted almost all funding into Slipstream, and still we have made no progress." Tran sounded as if he was defeated by the Slipstream project."But with you here now Dr. Peters I believe you can give us the support to finally deliver a brekthrough." Trans confidence in my ability to make the breakthrough was optimistic, but well placed.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sure your right. But Slipstream was closed down because of saftey concerns how have you gotten around this?" Slipstream delt with a dimensional construct similar to time travel yet quite different. When opened the 'Gateway' as it was named would create localised gravity and time distortions. &lt;br /&gt;"We have been able to create saftey barriers that keep the disturbances to a smaller area then before." ansered Tran.&lt;br /&gt;I had my reservations about such barriers but I felt it was better to see them in action. I asked for a demonstration. Tran was very happy adn wanted to give a demonstration right away. Annabell said it'd be better for the demostration to be tomorrow. I agreed and with that the meeting ended and the project leaders walked out. Annabell stayed behind.&lt;br /&gt;"So you want to help Tran or stop him?" she knew what happened last time Slipstream was opened up we both did. &lt;br /&gt;"Cut his funding, cut his team back to five. Tell him he has my full support but he does't need the resources." I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"You want to stop him?" asked Annabell. "The Administrator isn't going to like that." &lt;br /&gt;"Tran will continue but under my direct supervision, the Administrator's just going to have to take it. Now I've got to deal with the Super-Humans."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116234573799027744?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116234573799027744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116234573799027744' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116234573799027744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116234573799027744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/10/dreams-and-visions.html' title='Dreams and visions'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116113681001477606</id><published>2006-10-17T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T19:00:14.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Job</title><content type='html'>Still in the roadhouse Koma gets more information dealing with the new job he's just agreed too, of which he knows nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I'll be working in which division of  The Pegasus Agency. R&amp;D?" asks Koma optimisticly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/markharmon01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/markharmon01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Spearhead." replies Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What. Thats just the Australian knock-off of the suicide squad. Murderers, criminals..." begins Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Evil geniuses." adds Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!" stops Koma. "OK so what am I doing with these fellow scoundrals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your the new Assistant Administrator." answers Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats good sit back do the lab stuff and notify the next of kin when  one of them dies." smiles Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No your going to be the on-field assistant administrator." corrects Falstaff. "There are two AA's. The other is comming to pick us up about.... now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/Rupert_Everett01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/Rupert_Everett01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instantly a man in a suit and tie appears beside Falstaff and Koma. "Koma this is Prescott. He's the other AA. He's taking us to Spearhead central."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Later at the end of the tour of Spearhead central---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And here Koma is where you'll be doing most of your work." explains Falstaff. "But you've been here before haven't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah I ran the labs here after Dr Wicker went nuts. Does the old crew still work here.?" inquires Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on in and find out." urges Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma steps forward to enter into the lab, pauses.&lt;br /&gt;"Falstaff..." he begins but Falsatff is gone. "Damn. Well lets just get this over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma opens the door and enters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/ncis_bio_perrette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/ncis_bio_perrette.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Austin!" shouts the woman in the lab. She rushes up to Koma and hugs him. "Its so good to see you again. We've all been following your exploits as 'Captain Koma'. So is it true about you making a synthiod copy of Lindsay Lohan? 'Cause Vincent thinks you did, I'm not sure. We all we're so excited when Prescott told us you were comming. Its so excting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats a lot to answer Anabell but, its good to see you too." Koma smiles, looks around the lab. "Its good to be back home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're having a party tonight. You are the guest of honour and you need to be their and you can't go alone. Soooooo." Anabell rocks on her heels arms folded looking elsewhere, waiting for Koma's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you free tonight Anabell." asks Koma. "Cause if I had to choose anyone it'd have to be you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be delighted too Austin. Or should I say AA , sir." salutes Anabell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir? Thats a bit too formal." corrects Koma. "So do I pick you up or are you gonna find me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh I'll find you." smiles Anabell suggestively. She turns and leaves the lab. Koma exhales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not ready for that were you." Behind Koma is Prescott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You always 'port in without even a voip or a bamf. Its just not polite." complains Koma."And yeah I didn't expect that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So how are we going to do this. You going to hate my guts from the start or are we going to try and make a go of this." Prescott folded his arms waiting for the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't even know you. But I get the team, the labs, and the risk. You get the administration, paper work, and have to ring the next of kin. Sounds good to me." answers Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No you have to ring the next of kin. Apart from that your right." corrects Prescott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok deal." Koma holds his hand out for Prescott to shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't make deals. Consider this a verbal agreement." And with that Prescott dissapears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrogant bastard." mutters Koma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116113681001477606?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116113681001477606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116113681001477606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116113681001477606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116113681001477606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-job.html' title='The New Job'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-116030230040077211</id><published>2006-10-08T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T03:11:40.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma's new direction</title><content type='html'>Koma sits in the workshop, alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'THE MISTRESS HAS LEFT THE BUNGALOW.' announces VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did she take the gift with her?" asks Koma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'AFIRMITIVE' answers VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well thats all I can do for her right now' thinks Koma.'That could have gone better. But I did better than when I broke up with Kerrick.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WAS THIS A GOOD DECISION?' asks VADAR&lt;br /&gt;"Pardon!" responds Koma."Who gave you a brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'THE MISTRESS UPGRADED ME.' replies VADAR. 'WAS THIS A GOOD DECISION?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not sure VADAR." questions Koma. "I hope she understands why I've done this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'YOU KNOW SHE DOES NOT.' states VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- A few days later at a dingy roadhouse somewhere in Australia ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma walks into the roadhouse. He looks up and down the interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You lookin for sumone." enquires the lady behind the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. A man named Falstaff." answers Koma. "But I see there's noone here but you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You blind." accuses the lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me." replies Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you not see the bloke in the last booth." the lady points to the man in the booth. Who wasn't there when Koma looked before. Koma doesn't bother to reply and walks to the booth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take a seat Koma." orders Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can take the major out of the army but you cant cure him of ordering people around." quips Koma as he sits opposite Falstaff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were never good at jokes Koma." grimly replies Falstaff."And the fact that your here means your in and this.." Falstaff tosses a picture of Lin at some resort. "Proves you have pushed IT away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma picks up the picture glances at it.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats Lindsay Lohan not Lin. I know the difference." Koma passes the picture back. "Lin is in the Mojave desert. ANd if you call her IT again I'll find a way to kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You threaten me." Falstaff smiles and chuckles. "I had my doubts about you. But that puts you in the lead for this job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many people did you ask?" enquires Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just you." answers Falstaff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-116030230040077211?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/116030230040077211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=116030230040077211' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116030230040077211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/116030230040077211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/10/komas-new-direction.html' title='Koma&apos;s new direction'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115866874469359685</id><published>2006-09-19T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T05:25:44.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma can't play.</title><content type='html'>"This week uhhh. I can't do it this week Fred. I'm so sorry. Gee that really sucks." Koma snaps his fingers in annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/3740/1600/fred-dark.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 121px; height: 183px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4732/3740/1600/fred-dark.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Why can't you come? You are part of my plan, your neural detabiliser would very helpful." Compliments Fred in the hope that a bit of ego stroking will get Koma onside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats nice of you to say so Fred but I've got a family celebreation this week and I can't be late for it." explains Koma. "If I could rearange things that'd be great but I can't, sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats quite all right I can manage without you." accepts Fred. "But you'd better leave soon he'll be waking up in a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thats no problem well just go to the workshop." replies Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm just where is this workshop?" Enquires Fred. Who quickly reassures with. "In case I need to contact you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't read my mind Fred." Koma taps the side of his head. "Psychic dampners. But if I needed to tell anyone of the good guys. It'd be you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma gestures and a portal opens. He and Lin walk through into the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't tell me you had a family party happening." Pouts Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a surprise. I thought we had some free time so I aranged for you to meet the folks." Koma waits for the response from his synthetic lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/lindsay_lohan8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 138px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/lindsay_lohan8.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Oh thats amazing. I finally get to meet your family. Oh this is a big step. Ohh! I must tell Sky she'll be so jealous. Magneto hasn't even introduced her to his children. She's going to be soooo jealous. Ha!" Lin jumps in the air. "Oh and you" she points a Koma."You're getting something special tonight." She grabs him by his shirt and pulls him toward her. Her kiss is passionate and quick. "Thats to keep you in suspence." She runs off to the  workshop living quarters. "Ooooo! so much to do. So little time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma smiles a happy smile. 'Well at least I'm getting thanked before she meets my Grandparents.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115866874469359685?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115866874469359685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115866874469359685' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115866874469359685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115866874469359685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/09/koma-cant-play.html' title='Koma can&apos;t play.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115795958222877228</id><published>2006-09-11T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T00:26:22.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally some peace and quiet.</title><content type='html'>In the workshop Koma comes to the end of a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VADAR does it work. Confirm." orders Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CONFIRMED ALL MAJOR TELEPATHS ON EARTH HAVE BEEN DETECTED AND MARKED.' answers VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And Onslaught is where?" asks Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Xavier/Onslaught is on the North American continent. New York state, Westchester.' replies VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brilliant. That scan of cerebro that I did while we were at Xaviers has proven to be very profitable." Koma smiles."Xavier Onslaught whatever the chromedome wants to call himself wont get near without us knowing about it. Ahhhh! Well time for a well deserved rest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma leaves the workshop. Enters the bungalow in New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/normal_002%7E313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/320/normal_002%7E313.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Finished have we know?" asks Lin. She's in the kitchen waiting. Koma walks into the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I'm finished." He leans over and pecks her on the cheeck. "But we have yet to start." He smirks a nasty litlle smile. Lin grabs him they kiss ferociously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," exhales Lin. "thats the entree. Now go sit outside while I make the main course. Then later desert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma walks outside onto the verandah sits back and relaxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well thats all that.' Thinks Koma to himself. 'Onslaught can't come near without me knowing it. Magneto is busy with Mystique. Henchman and Magdelena have their little quest. Lin is back together.' Koma opens his eyes and looks around checking the surrounds then does a quick sensor check of the bungalow, the town, the entire North Island, New Zealand, and finally the Southern Pacific. Only an earthquke warning in Rotarua. He relaxes. 'All is well.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115795958222877228?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115795958222877228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115795958222877228' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115795958222877228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115795958222877228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/09/finally-some-peace-and-quiet.html' title='Finally some peace and quiet.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115763946237966788</id><published>2006-09-07T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T07:34:24.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma brings a friend.</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdelena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prof X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://weaponxwolverine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Wolverine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continued from &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com"&gt;Lins Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma left the unconscious pair Xavier and McCoy behind him with Lin in tow. He gets to the classroom. Thinks about the ways he could enter and decides on dramatic and violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several people in the class screamed. Koma stood in the doorway dramtically framed in smoke from the incinerated door. He smirks and thinks 'Everythings working now. This is great.' And then Lin ruins it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Gaia! It's me, Lin!" she gave a little wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma shots Lin a quick glance. "Lin not now!" he chastises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin's smile vanishes. "Oh, right..." she appologises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia looks at Koma and Lin. She turns her head a little to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, do I know you two?" Gaia asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Xavier is there no end to your meddeling' thinks Koma to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude, that's Lindasy Lohan!" says one of the more stupid class members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jonathan, sit." orders Gaia. "You are...?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your worst nightmare." replies Koma quickly as he pulls out the Neural Destabiliser and fires at Gaia. Blue sparks fly and explode inside the little bubble Gaia made around the weapon. Koma swears and pulls his hand from the little fireworks display in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell do you think you are?!" demands Gaia. She makes a sweeping motion with her hand and Koma slams up against the wall. "Interrupting my class and trying to kill me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma grits his teeth and thinks 'I'm going down like this without undoing some of Xaviers crap.'&lt;br /&gt;"You destroyed New York! You almost destroyed the planet!" shouts Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?" Gaia still doesn't believe and her grip around Koma intensified.Lin's eyes glowed and she powered up to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma. One of the students holds her back magnetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOA!" the youth excalimed. "She's made of metal... She's a robot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Koma continues to try and escape he also continues to give Gaia the truth "And then you had your little friend Xavier wipe everyone's minds, so you wouldn't remember!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're raving." responds Gaia with a look of disgust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I?" asks Koma. He stops struggling for a eyeballs Gaia. "You can go ask Xavier for yourself later... Right now he won't do you much good... He's taking a little 'nap'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-" Gaia rips Koma's mind open of Koma's recent memories to see Professor Xavier and Beast laying unconscious in the Professors office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaia's grip on the Koma losens.&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm known as Captain Koma." offers Koma catching his breath. "You don't remember any of it do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No I don't. The Professor did this to portect me didn't he?" Gaia's question needs no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, can you get Magneto Junior to let Lin go. Please." implores Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The names Override." protests the young mutant. He looks to Gaia, she nods he releases Lin. However they have no time to work out what to do next when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!' the evil laugh is heard in the mind of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Theres a large spike of psionic energy comming from the Professors office." informs Lin. "Incredibly large."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Off the scale." adds Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no!" exclaims Gaia. "Its Onslaught." Gaia pauses then looks at Koma. "You can teleport or something can't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, what are you thinking. Teleport Onslaught, I think he'll see it comming." snaps Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No get the students somewhere safe." explains Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't need protection, were mutants" says Johnathan the stupid one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In training." responds Override. "We're not X-men yet." he adds. He said X-men with pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm you'll be one." remarks Koma. "Where too Gaia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sending Gaia and her students away, Lin turns to Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oz, you do remember Henchmans here." reminds Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah and." replies Koma he checks his sensors. "They're out in the woods around the Mansion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HENCHMAN, TODAY YOU WILL DIE.' Koma hears the scream in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another psionic burst. What did you hear?" asks Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Onslaughts after Henchman." Koma answers. "We better go help them. You ok with that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sort of. How do we beat Onslaught?" asks Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"By being smart Lin. By being smart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the woods Henchman and Magdelena are running from Onlsaught. Its a futile race, Onslaught catches them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE HENCHMAN. YOU ARE A WORM YOU NEED TO BE CRUSHED.' Onslaughts words scream into Hechman and Magdelenas minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get outta my head." screams Henchman back. He goes to leap into action, but Onslaught swats him back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'HAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUR EFFORTS ARE NOTHING WORM.' gloats Onslaught. He turns to Magdelena. 'AND YOU WHORE WILL LEARN THE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERROR OF YOUR WAYS'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey big red and stupid." shouts Koma. "Pick on someone your own size." Koma smiles. Behind him is a large green man, smiling the same wicked smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/edbenneshulk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/320/edbenneshulk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hulk smash big red man."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* thanks to Ed Benes and &lt;a href="http://comicartcommunity.com/"&gt;comicartcommunity.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115763946237966788?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115763946237966788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115763946237966788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115763946237966788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115763946237966788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/09/koma-brings-friend.html' title='Koma brings a friend.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115737823377615166</id><published>2006-09-04T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:30:37.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Koma wakes</title><content type='html'>Lying in bed Koma opens his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What happened?' Koma tries to remember. His memories don't remember anything of the last week but his wetware system tells him differently. He sees Gaia and her dark minions, henchmans sad face, and Lin. Lin exploded. She's dead, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VADAR confirm." orders Koma.&lt;br /&gt;'3 DAYS HAVE PASSED SINCE YOU WERE LAST AWAKE. WETWARE CONTAINS NO ANOMOLIES. MISTRESSES DOES EXIST' replies VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Where is she?" demands Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Beside you.' replies VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma looks at the empty space on the other side of the bed. On the pillow is a chip. Koma picks it up. Teleports a light bee into his hand, inserts the chip and puts the light bee on the bed. Lin materialises.&lt;br /&gt;"Oz what happened?" asks a surprised Lin. "I was sensing Gaia and then I ended up here." She goes to hug Koma and falls through him.&lt;br /&gt;"Crap. I'm a hologram again." she screams.&lt;br /&gt;'NEW BODY IN PROCESSING. TEN MINUTES TO COMPLETION.' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Later after Lin's new body has been made. ---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what do we do?"asks Lin huging herself relieved to be corporeal again. Koma sits in front of a display of his wetware memory of the last week. It gets to the destruction of Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear!" she exclaims. "So that's what happened to me. Good thing we backed up that morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We did but all the chips including the one in the protective safe was wipped. The chip your in now materelised from nowhere." explains Koma. "Somethings screwed up. Amazing!" Koma exclaims at first the vision from his eyes of the final battle, then at the vision of the archangel and Gaia battling in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't remember any of this?" asks Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No my memory has been wipped like your chips." answerd Koma gravley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'GAIA HAS BEEN LOCATED.' reports VADAR. 'XAVIER MANSION, WEST CHESTER, NEW YORK, USA.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that explains the memory wipe. Xavier has been up to his old tricks. Trying to protect people from bad things." Koma swivels his chair and gets up. "Time to go to Xaviers Lin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Gaia?" she asks wondereing why Koma's mind is closed to her right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see what happens with Gaia." replies Koma flatly. "We'll see."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115737823377615166?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115737823377615166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115737823377615166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115737823377615166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115737823377615166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/09/koma-wakes.html' title='Koma wakes'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115702646064002826</id><published>2006-08-31T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T05:14:20.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaia I will do all I can to kill you.</title><content type='html'>Koma goes to the battle scene and is acosted by Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey you!" Shouts the arrogant Saiyan. "Can you create a portal for me ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever hear of saying please mate?" snaps back Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have little time for manors." explains Vegets. He uses his finger to dig into the road. It was a set of coordinates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you send me there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma checks the co-ordinates "My GPS connection says there's nothing out there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what your supposed to think, can you send me there or not?"  snaps Vegeta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma opens a portal "Have fun in the middle of nowhere" Koma laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vegeta ignores him , and walks through the portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heros and others are gathered about. The battle has been and gone. But the next will be soon. Its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If I call Magneto he might come and help.' Thinks Koma. 'But he's so bombastic. Oh well we need all hands on deck for this.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma flips the phone on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto tries to get out of it, he asks where the X-men are. Koma tells him that Cyclops and Iceman are dead as was Magdelena. Also about Vegetas failure and that the X-men are retreating back to the Mansion or what was left of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magneto agrees to come and has some transportation issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma opens a portal, and hangs up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin sends a communication. Henchman needs help his energy cell is leaking still. It needs to be fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He enters the chamber, Henchman is lying on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So its still leaking?" says Koma to Henchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. You can fix it?" he asks. Henchmans eye's are red. Koma notices but doesn't say anything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of couse." Koma goes through the energy cells schematics. "This I'll take a few minutes and you'll be right as rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap wheres the modulator." Koma checks his pockets the tools in the chamber. "I'll be a few seconds." Koma rushes out into the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin wheres the energy modulator. I need it, Now!" Koma rushes around. "Crap." he yells throwing tools and draws around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm its right in front of you the green one." informs Lin. Koma looks down, there it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd loose my head if it wasn't fixed on. Thanks Hon." says Koma. Lin smiles and Koma runs off to the chamber. As he rushes into the chamber Koma feels something. Like he's being watched. He shakes it off and deals with Henchmans energy cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And thats it." Finishes Koma. "You'll be up and about in ten minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great. Thanks Koma." Henchman forces a smile. Then Komas face changes he looks into middle distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin, NO!" Koma shouts. He turns and rushes out of the chamber. Henchman tries to get up but the enregy cell is not powerfull enough for him to move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma races, he sensed Gaia. He'd worked out how to translate the energy she uses. In theory he knows that if Gaia was trying to look you and you had the energy signals worked out you could know that she was looking at you. If Gaia new this she'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma arrives on the scene. There is nothing left of Lin. Koma checks the backup systems they were erased. All of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ones in Electro-Magnetic Pulse proof safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma goes back to Henchman. He doesn't say anything, he just looks to Henchman. And Henchman looks back at him with exactly the same look. They wait till the energy cell repairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma opens a portal. They enter to go to the final battle. And they don't care what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115702646064002826?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115702646064002826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115702646064002826' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115702646064002826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115702646064002826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/gaia-i-will-do-all-i-can-to-kill-you.html' title='Gaia I will do all I can to kill you.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115692930132178803</id><published>2006-08-30T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:15:01.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Henchman Needs Help.</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://vegetaistheman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Vegta's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://gaia08.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gaia's&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://professorxavier.blogspot.com/"&gt;Prof X&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://the-local-henchmen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Henchman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://darkcadthedral.blogspot.com/"&gt;Magdelena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com"&gt;Lin's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York. A portal opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma and Lin walk into the devastation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Henchmans this way. He's ok. His systems are reparing." Koma walks over to where his Yellow suited friend stands recovering. Henchman doesn't seem himself, he rushes up to Koma. And he kneels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma, please I need to find where Gaia is." Begs Henchman. "I need to kill her while, she is still weak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Koma takes a step back, hes never seen Henchman this way. And really doesn't want to see it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy Crap." Excailms Koma who then takes another step back. "Are you ok?" He asks Henchman who is obviously isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I have to kill Gaia. She took Maggie from me." As he explains Henchman shakes with anger and despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin steps between the two men. "Komy, we have to do something?" she asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will. I already have an army ready." answers Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, Koma I have to do this myself." Henchman looks Koma in the eyes and contiues. "Earth needs everyone else here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma sees Henhcmans intent. He knows, what Henchman will really do. "O.K." agrees Koma he opens a portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henchman enters the portal and it closes behind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know where to send him Oz?" Querys Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well Gaia wasn't intrested in hiding where she was. There were massive readings across the board. All you had to do was piece the information together. She created a new dimension for herself. Also she still needs to be connected to the Earth and all I had to do was find the connection and send Henchman to the other end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a suicide mission he's gone on, isn't it?" asks Lin. But she knows the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm monitering his systems." reassures Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma looks at Lin. "I'll pull him back when he's gone too far. You never know he might beat her." Lin looks down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two see the fight between Henchman and Gaia. They follow every hit, every kick, every punch. They notice the powercell being used and the overdrive settings being activated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I warned him about that overdrive enchancement. Its way too taxing on his system." Comments Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pull him back now. Hes going to die." Lin grabs Komas arm. "NOW OZ, NOW!" she screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma holds on for a little more. He sends Lin to the workshop, he portals Hemchman to a dampner chamber to contain the bleeding energy cell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma strides off to the battle scene. 'This is going to be fun.' thinks Koma. 'I just hope its only Gaia whos going to try to kill me.'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115692930132178803?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115692930132178803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115692930132178803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115692930132178803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115692930132178803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/henchman-needs-help.html' title='Henchman Needs Help.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115677048029628479</id><published>2006-08-28T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T06:08:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats happening.</title><content type='html'>At the bungalow in New Zealand Koma is watching TV when a report from New York comes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin, come in here" Koma calls her to the TV. Where footage of Gaia's attack upon New York is being shown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this real?" exclaims Lin. "I thought Gaia was one of the X-Men? Is that Magdelena there, oh my she's dead. We should go and help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its not our fight Lin." dismisses Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If its not our fight then who's is it." argues Lin. "I'm lip reading Gaia's ranting. She wants to kill everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great, another impossibly overpowered meglomaniac wanting to re-make the world in their image. As if we didn't have enough of them." complains Koma sarcasticly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oz this isn't the time for sarcasim. We need to help them, we can." pleads Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma thinks about it. The dangers, the pain involved, the fact that he can help, the fact that he could die. Then he looks into the eyes of Lin. He could let the world burn if she didn't mind. If she didn't care, he didn't care. But she cares. She wants to help. If he didn't help he'd be less of a man in her eyes. And in the end thats what counts. What she thinks matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Man I'm screwed.' Thinks Koma. 'But I can't dissapoint her. Who else stands by me. Who else beleives in me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I do." answers Lin. "I can still read you thoughts. Sorry." she smiles at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok." Koma relents. "Lets go. But lets go with a plan. I hate going without a plan." Koma walks to what normally is a closet in the bungalow. Now it opens up into the workshop. Lin follws smiling, excited to be playing the hero. She dreams of saving the day. Koma can read her mind as well as she reads his. Slowly her excitement rubs off on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Captain Koma, HERO' he thinks. 'Nope, that'll never happen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'SYNTHOID ARMY BEING EQUIPED AND PROGRAMMED. SYNTHOID PRODUCTION AT 100%' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Great they'll help. I hope." Koma still doesn't beleive he'll get out of this alive. "But these just might do the trick." He opens a drawer filled with neural disrupters, the knife blades gleaming. He grabs the drawer and slots it into a cabinet marked, equipment portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get the rest of the weapons drawers and put them in the equipment portal Lin" orders Koma. "We'll need every weapon at our disposal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even the swords and stuff?" asks Lin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everything." answers Koma. Koma exhales. Closes his eyes, enters the river of information he is now connected to. Gets the information he requires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok we're ready." Koma narrows his eyes. "Lets go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115677048029628479?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115677048029628479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115677048029628479' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115677048029628479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115677048029628479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-happening.html' title='Whats happening.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115651218397282922</id><published>2006-08-25T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T06:23:04.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new Lin.</title><content type='html'>Koma looks at the schematics for Lins new body, and then compares them to the old one.They don't match up. Skys adaptions are beyond the current technology. The complete mesh between the synthiod tech and Sky's unique construction is just not possible. Not this way. Koma knew what he needed to do, but he wasn't ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lin." calls Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Komy, have you finished the designs?" Lin floats over. Having realised she was a hologram she had recently taken to flying around the workshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not really." Koma answers. "I can't give you what you had before. It wont be the same unless.." he trails off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unless you get Sky involved." finished Lin. "And you don't want her involved, do you." Her tone is negative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'She's dissapointed.' thinks Koma. 'But I just don't trust Sky.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you don't trust her. But I really want to be back in a body." She looks at Koma longingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I forget you can read my thoughts now. Sorry, I just don't trust where her and Magneto are going." apologises Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You need to guard your thoughts better Oz. Your transmiting them very loudly. Sky will know everything you've thought of. I already do. But I understand." she goes to comfort him and falls through him and the chair he's in. "Crap. Oz please, anything is better than this." as she pleads holographic tears appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. Vadar begin construction of Lin 2.0" orders Koma. "Umm Oz. Your calling me that now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well that is your nickname." explains Lin "I can't be calling you Austin. I'd feel like I was with Austin Powers and you know how I can't stand him. Those teeth and the hairy chest, ugh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CONSTRUCTION INITATED' complies VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma and Lin walk over to the cocoon reserved for Lins new body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So its not going to be the same. How much different?" Lin asks just a little bit nervous.&lt;br /&gt;"You wont be a synthoid." reasures Koma. "I was able to enhance the body to almost what you were before. You'll have all the updates except for the shape changing which will limit your invulnerbility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok and if I don't like it we can go to Sky?" Lin asks, knowing its the last thing Koma wants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's one more avenue before we have to go to Sky. But I'm hoping you'll like what I've put in this new body." Koma smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oz I can read your thoughts. Were still linked from when you updated me at Lindsays. Even VADAR can read them. Can't you VADAR." explains Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'AFERMATIVE MISSTRESS. THIS IS TRUE." agrees VADAR. And a picture of what Koma was thinking appears on a terminal attached to the cocoon's chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok so I need to work on this." He closes his eyes, bows his head. He opens his eyes again. He smiles. "Did it work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sort of." Lin attempts a hug and walks through Koma. "You'll need work a bit more at it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'BING'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CONSTRUCTION OF LIN 2.0 COMPLETED' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I gotta change that to a chime or something. Makes it sound like the microwave finished cooking. Upload yourself Lin. Its all yours" Koma doesn't need to tell Lin at all. The light bee stops projecting and falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hisssssssss!' The cocoon opens. Lin walks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well this is." Lin Pauses feeling the new body. "Sooo much better. I can feel through my skin, you've updated the sensory system. Everywhere." She grabs Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urrghn! Not so tight Lin." chokes Koma. Lin loosens her grip. "Thats better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about this then." Lin clamps her mouth over Koma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*** Unlike recent posts on other blogs. 'Captain Koma's Blog of Evil' will never go to the depths of depravity that others have gone. This post ends here. ***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115651218397282922?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115651218397282922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115651218397282922' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115651218397282922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115651218397282922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-lin.html' title='A new Lin.'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115632281407467820</id><published>2006-08-22T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:46:54.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A funeral for a loved one?</title><content type='html'>Koma is still sitting long after Magneto and Sky leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MASTER AN INVITATION HAS ARRIVED.'  informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh!." Koma awakes from his silence. He checks the e-mail just by thinking it. "Oh I see it. Its from Lindsay. She's having a funeral for Lin. Oh well I 'spose thats nice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma sends off an e-mail apologising that he wont be there. He then pauses as if there is something he's forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whats next VADAR?" asks Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MASTERS ABNORMAL NEURAL FUNCTIONS NEED TO BE TESTED.' advises VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok lets do a DNA test for the mutant gene. A full C/T scan. Total wetware systems check. That should tell us whats happening." Koma finishes satisfied that the time required to do these tests will take a couple of days. Giving him something to do, other than think of Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Two days later --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is what we've found out VADAR." begins Koma. "I'm not a mutant but my brain and my nervous system along with my spinal cord have adapted to information without the wetware buffer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'TRUE' affirms VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok thats that, what do we do next. Gee I could muder some Fish and Chips. Lin can you go to the shop up from the bungolow in New Zeland. Ohh crap!" Koma closes his eyes tears appear in the corners. He hits his forehead with his hand. "IDIOT. Idiot, I am such an idiot. VADAR replay Lins last message, NOW!" Koma stands rubbing his hands together, shuffling from one foot to another. Impatient for VADAR to respond to his command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MESSAGE FOUND, PLAYING' complies VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Komy I'm here at the location. Kerricks plugged Ultron into me. Have to purge my self and destroy connections to VADAR. Ask Lindsay...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma doesn't speak he closes his eyes and starts to search. He looks through the sattleites and systems that VADAR has connected to. Searching for and finding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two chips. How could that be? One is with SHEILD, but its wiped. The other is in Malibu. With ..." Koma bites his lip. He gestures and a point to point door opens. "I'm going to get cleaned up VADAR, put any messages through. Okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'AFFERMITAVE' VADAR responds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- An hour later in Malibu. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Hope the restraining order was really dropped for the movie. Otherwise I'm in a bit of trouble.' thinks Koma. He walks up to the security guards box outside the gate to the resort where Lindsay Lohan is staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Name" demands the guard flatly.&lt;br /&gt;"Cap.. um, Austin Peters." stammers Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Who ya hear to see?" snaps the guard.&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Lohan." replies Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Loahn expecting you?" suspiciously asks the guard. Who enters in Koma's name seeing if he's on Lindsays list of visitors.&lt;br /&gt;"Your on the list." responds the gaurd surprised. "I'll need to see some ID." the guard reaches out and Koma gives him his Austrlian drivers lisence.&lt;br /&gt;"That all seems correct. Joe will come and take you to Miss Lohans residence. After that your her responsiblity. But," guard pauses for effect."all anyone has to do is buzz us and your history." The guard then places his hand on his side arm for effect. Koma smiles and nods his understanding thinking to himself how easy it would be for him to take all the guards out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Joe came, Koma finally arives at Lindsays place.&lt;br /&gt;"Miss Lohan has been told your here." informed Joe. He was a lot more freindly than the guy at the gate. "She's waiting around the back, follow the path."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma emerges from a faux rainforrest into a scene from an old fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/normal_09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/normal_09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Austin. I'm so glad you called." Lindsay rushes up to Koma and hugs him. Koma hugs back politley. "That was a bit stiff." comments Lindsay sarastically.&lt;br /&gt;"I was only trying to be poilite." replies Koma.&lt;br /&gt;"pffft Theres no restraining order." says Lindsay. "And anyway I'd forgive you if you went a bit overboard. Considering Lins dead and all." she winks at him and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;"Well thats more information than I needed." says Koma who then changes the subject. "But getting to why I'm here. Lin gave you something didn't she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah she did. I think its a chip, you know a computer chip." Lindsay ushers Koma inisde the plush dwelling. "I gave it to some tech-head, but he couldn't get anything from it. It destroyed the stuff it was connected to." Lindsay walks into a room and dissapears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I made it that way. You do know its Lin." reveals Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out of here. This!" Lindsay rushes out of the room holding the chip in the palm of her hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes that. May I?" asks Koma with his hand outstretched.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course." Lindsay places the chip in Koma's hand. "How is Lin in all of that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its Lin compressed and sandwiched. Its a backup system. Just in case anything goes wrong and Lin is either electronically or physically endangerd." Koma pulls a small silver egg out his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like with that bitch Kerrick. So whats that?" asks Lindsay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its a light bee. A remote holographic projector" explains Koma. He inserts the chip into the light bee and it activates and floats out of Koma's hand. Then an image flickers and froms in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/1600/BestEyeCandyCOM_Lindsay_Lohan_71568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3050/2962/200/BestEyeCandyCOM_Lindsay_Lohan_71568.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Lindsay." The very real image of Lin waves. "Komy! So it all worked out in the end. I don't know." Lin goes to hug Koma and her arms pass right through him. "Oh I'm a hologram . Thats cool."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll give you an update." Koma closes his eyes and transmits the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ohhh! When did you learn to do that Komy."Lin asks surprised. Then changes subject. "You had a funeral for me. And the movie premiered, I missed the after party. Ohh if I could hug the two of you I would."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is so weird. And noone would believe it." says Lindsay smiling.&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to my life Lindsay." replies Lin. "This place is beautifull, who designed it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay gives Lin a full tour of the two storey dwelling. Koma just tags along. Smiling when he knows he should, laughing at the right intervals. All the while enjoying the fact that for the moment the worst is over. Time to have a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115632281407467820?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115632281407467820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115632281407467820' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115632281407467820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115632281407467820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/funeral-for-loved-one.html' title='A funeral for a loved one?'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115613849312207044</id><published>2006-08-20T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:34:53.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultron is reborn or Is Koma a mutant?</title><content type='html'>Koma is out of the Sensory Deprivation chamber. He feels the skin around his neck that has just recently been freed from the mutant dampner. He reaches around to the small puncture where the dampners probe connected to his spinal cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Close one Austin.' he thinks to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'WETWARE SYSTEM RE-BOOTING' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ATTENTION. ABNORMAL NEURAL FUNCTIONS!' alerts VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What abnormalities?" asks Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'INTERACTION BETWEEN WETWARE AND MIND AT NEW LEVELS.' explains VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What could cause that?" questions Koma outloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'DEVELOPING LATENT MUTANTCY. OR SOMEKIND OF ADAPTION YOUR MIND HAS MADE WHILE OPERATING WITHOUT WETWARE RESTRICTIONOF DATA FLOW.' answers VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a mutant, I think I'm not a mutant." replies Koma. "We'll deal with this new devolpment later. VADAR jam Kerricks teleportation. Oh, and how soon till a weapons sattelite passes over the movie location."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'TELEPORTATION JAMMED. SATTELITE 04 WILL BE IN POSSTION IN FIFTEEN MINUTES.' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good re-open point to point teleportaion system. Inform SHIELD of the current developments they'll want to know that two of their agents have gone rouge. Has Ultron fully reintergrated himself yet?" checks Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'MASTER NO LONGER NEEDS VADAR FOR THAT INFORMATION. YOU HAVE FULL ACCESS TO ALL OF IT. WETWARE BUFFERS NO LONGER REQUIRED DUE TO NEURAL ABNORMAILITY.' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?" Koma answers surprised. He concentrates and tries to get the information on Ultron. Its all there. Everything. The data just flows through his mind like a river. He sees it all. No strain on his brain. He sees the intergration of Ultron in Lins empty body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's gone VADAR." mumbles Koma. "Open point.. Oh I can do that myself can't I VADAR."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'AFFERMITAVE." answers VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma just gestures. The portal opens. He smiles a nasty grin. And walks through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the movie location Koma's portal is not detected by Kerrick she is too busy celebrating with Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah-hem!" coughs Koma. "I hate to interupt this sapphic fantasy but theres some payback to deal out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - 10 minutes till Sattelite04 is in position - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Payback from you." scoffs Mia. She turns to Kerrick and jokes "Koma's angry cause we killed his little sex toy. I'll deal with him lover." Mia releases her self from Kerricks embrace and slinks over to Koma. Her coils wrap around him. They cover him all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now for something shocking." quips Mia. Unfortunatley for Mia Koma has been able to link to the coils and as Mia gives the mental command to shock Koma it feeds back into Mia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrrgh" Mia screams in pain. Koma keeps is going till he thinks he's gone too far. Then he holds for a little while longer. Mia collapses on the ground, she flails wildly then Koma cuts the charge. Mia convulses in fits and starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - 8 minutes till Sattelite04 is in postion - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mia." screams Kerrick. "If you've killed her I'll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kill Lin, make my life a living hell, put SHIELD on my arse. You've done everything you can Kerrick, there's nothing left. So have you enjoyed your revenge?" asks Koma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What.. Yes I have" replies Kerrick. "I  got back at you. I tricked you, SHIELD, and now with Ultron I'll rule the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm I don't think so. Do you Fury?" asks Koma to the SHIELD director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - 6 minutes till Sattelite04 is in postion -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"What... where." Kerrick looks around for the Agents and the Colonel. "Oh thats a good trick, Austin make me think Fury's here. What was that suppsoed to do." snaps Kerrick. She turns back to Koma and he's rasing a neural disrupter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I can do this of course." he replies. phzzzzzziummmm. Kerrick falls to the ground beside Mia.&lt;br /&gt;'Do you think you can stop me Koma?' Ultron questions from Lins body. 'I am indestructable. It is only minutes till I am whole again. You can detect the energy shield Kerrick placed me in, you do  not have the power to destroy it.  It is futile.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - 4 minutes till Sattelite04 is in postion - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure I can. But you can't detect anything outside of the shield you're indside of. So I could have anything on me." answers Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'If you had something you would have used it immediatley. I am a threat to your very existance and I have killed the entity that once was the host of this body.' deduces Ultron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - 2 minutes till Sattelite04 is in postion -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Well what if the weapon was elsewhere Ultron. Did you think of that? What if it was.. lets say for explanations sake in orbit." questions Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - 1 minute till Sattelite 04 is in postion -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'That is possible but it would take time to position.' counters Ultron 'And I have less then seconds before I am whole again. Then you are dead.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; - Sattelite04 is in postion -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Hmmm you first." replies Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From above the location on a low earth orbit sattelite a powerful beam pinpoints the shiled over Ultron. It fires. Koma un jams the teleport system and takes Kerrick and Mia out of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;-Boooom!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up in the Helicarrier Fury watches as the beam of energy unleashses its destrustion on Ultrons shield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Voip!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma teleports in front of Fury with Kerrick and Mia. Agents come and take the two women away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Koma are you happy now?" asks Fury to Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. "answers Koma who continues. "The shield is destroyed. But Lins body will survive the blast. We need to get down there quickly. Recover the body and eviserate it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't take orders from you Koma.." begins Fury. "but your right. Get down there and get Ultron."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Colonel Fury." alerts an agent. "We're getting a blip on the scanners. Its Magneto."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap." curses Koma. "I'll deal with him Fury you get Lins body. Make sure you get everything. Any part of it could lead to Ultron rebuilding  himself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said I dont take orders from you Koma." begins Fury but Koma is gone. "Damn I hate that. I thought he made a sound when he did that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He used a portal. It doesn't make a sound sir." replies the agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I want an answer agent I'll order one." shouts Fury. "Do we have the body yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No sir. Not yet sir. The area is still too hot." replies the agent shakily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Magneto and Sky fly towards the Helicarrier. A portal opens in front of them on its edge Koma stands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma we have come to aid you and Lin." states Magneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lins gone." says Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this true?" asks Magneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma nods. He steps back from the edge of the portal and gestures that the two enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about SHEILD we could take them down?" offers Magneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. They're doing the right thing now. Let them do it. I'll take you back to London you can help the Brotherhood." offers Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;"Yes I do have to deal with that traitor Toad. What about Mystique?" asks Magneto. Koma doesn't respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Magneto and Sky enter the portal and it closes behind them. Once in the workshop Koma sits down. Removes his hood and sighs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma." prods Magneto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think Koma wants to talk my love." says Sky. "Lin is gone. He is mourning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Koma I'm sorry. I was thinking of myself.." Magneto beings to appologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah thats right you do. All the time about your great mutant war. You rush into situations and try to solve problems with your great powers. But its like using a sledge hammer to crack a peanut. All that ends up happening is that everyone gets hurt, except Magneto. Who surpise, always manages to escape to fight another day." Koma finishes his rant, puffing. He gestures and a portal opens. "Get the f$#% out of here now before I decide to kill you. I can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are in pain and lashing out. I will forgive this outburst Koma. But you threaten me again and I will destroy you." replies Magneto and with that he and Sky leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115613849312207044?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115613849312207044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115613849312207044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115613849312207044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115613849312207044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/ultron-is-reborn-or-is-koma-mutant.html' title='Ultron is reborn or Is Koma a mutant?'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115571353391858947</id><published>2006-08-16T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T01:21:14.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got it. But Ultrons got Lin</title><content type='html'>Read &lt;a href="http://synth-lin.blogspot.com"&gt;Lins Blog&lt;/a&gt; before this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Time since we started VADAR." calls Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'12 HOURS. 20 MINUTES AND 15 SECONDS, NOW.' responds VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma is still in the sensory deprevation chamber. With the SHIELD mutant power Dampner still atached to his throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So thats the all the viruses delt with." notes Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ALSO 2 SELFDESTRUCT SWITCHES' reminds VADAR. 'HOWEVER THERE ARE STILL 120 MORE PROCEDURES TO GO'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Crap." Koma thinks for a while then begins again. "Lets match the past procedures, to the remaining procedures. If they match the virus loaders, or the self destruct patterens. Flag them for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'PROCESSING... 20 PROCEDURES FIT VIRUS PARAMETERS, 5 FIT SELF-DESTRUCT, 2 ARE UNIQUE PROCEDURES' reports VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unique?" asks Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I AM NOT ABLE TO MATCH THEM TO ANY OTHER PROCEDURE IN THE DAMPNERS SYSTEM.' answers VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lets have a look at them. Shall we." enquires Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'RELAYING PROCEDURES' informs VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This turns me into a paraplegic, if its activated. And the second one is the activation call for the first which is waiting for a mobile phone call to start. This is Kerricks coding, I'd know it anywhere. I can also stop it. And after that I can get out of here." smiles Koma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'EMERGENCY MESSAGE FROM THE MISTRESS' alerts VADAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Komy I'm here at the location. Kerricks plugged Ultron into me. Have to purge my self and destroy connections to VADAR. Ask Lindsay...." the message ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koma doesn't talk. He sets to work getting himself free. He knows Lin is possibly gone, but Ultron can still be stopped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28027805-115571353391858947?l=captainkoma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/feeds/115571353391858947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28027805&amp;postID=115571353391858947' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115571353391858947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28027805/posts/default/115571353391858947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captainkoma.blogspot.com/2006/08/got-it-but-ultrons-got-lin.html' title='Got it. But Ultrons got Lin'/><author><name>captain koma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13847486048090833167</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_-rulfBfr7Jo/SCObaltQWEI/AAAAAAAAASg/53Y922hsRgI/S220/koma-profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28027805.post-115538233925837423</id><published>2006-08-12T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T04:32:19.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting off the Dampners</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--- VADAR LOGS ---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Master has returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Contdition critical. Servere brain trauma. Backup wetware systems are deactivated, coma induced to reduce further damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emergency protocols ACTVATED. Sensory depravation chamber prepared. Master prepared, placed in chamber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Connecting to wetware systems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;System check. ERROR. Wetware system to host connection broken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mutant power dampner detected. SHEILD design 2.3. Initalising deactivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ERROR New system parameters in SHEILD design 2.3. Deactivation cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&g
