Comm ID: Brakelatabasaasta
Transmit to: Brakelatabasaasta
More things. So. We start... with... Bert. Bert came to me yesterday and was like, "Brakelatabasaastaman, we need to talk." And I was all like, "But Bert! You're a spaceboat! You can't talk!" Then Bert got all upset, and didn't realize I was joking or something, and almost stormed off to his room to sulk and listen to his screamy-music. But I apologized, and Bert told me things.
Bert was unhappy that his colon had sprung a leak, and wanted to find a way to prevent future fires. Like that bear says. So we went shopping, and found Bert a nice set of not-fire-light-makers! His old ones were all big and slow and went like
P-TCHOO.P-TCHOO.P-TCHOO.P-TCHOO.
But these new ones are all fast and small and go all like
PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW-PEW.
Bert likes them better.
Then, we went around and did our thing.
First we heard from a Navydude. He said some stuff like, "Don't come to West Point! There are Nomads!" So Bert and I took a stroll down the lane to West Point, and saw one of our Keepy-friends! The navydude was like, "I've got technology-stuff that can translate Nomad-talk!" and I was all, "Pfft... Brakelatabasaasta don't need that crap!"
Brakelatabasaasta: Oh, Keepy-peepies don't talk. They brain-tickle. LNS-Douglas: My program lets them talk Brakelatabasaasta: Ah, I see! Brakelatabasaasta: Pretty sneaky, sis! Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***..*ours*...'endure'...*** Brakelatabasaasta: Yup. Yup you do. Good job! Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***..(curious)..*** LNS-Douglas: Endure what?
But this Keepy-friend was a little less friendly than the others at first. It fired a few warning snot-balls at Bert while it kept its distance. I think it was afraid.
Brakelatabasaasta: You must not be from around here, Keepy-one. I'm Brakelatabasaasta. I'm not like the meanies. I love you guys! Brakelatabasaasta: But then, you all look the same, so I can't tell whether you're a new... "face" to me or not. LNS-Douglas: You do know they can do unimaginable things... Brakelatabasaasta: Oh, I know. We have playtime a lot. Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***...*yours*... (Darkness/cold)...*** LNS-Douglas: Ah so they can think of us as "Darkness"..... And you refer yours as the Light Brakelatabasaasta: I'm light. I got all sorts of light! Green and purple and red... Max.Sheppard.: *Whistle*. Max.Sheppard.: Brake Keeper and a Cruiser. Max.Sheppard.: Bad mix. Brakelatabasaasta: Nuh-uh! YOU! LNS-Douglas: Hold fire Max... LNS-Douglas: This is a test conducted by the Liberty Navy... We're testing a new communications device for Nomads
The Keepy-one started talkin' 'bout the violence of the Dark-guys or something, and the navydude kept being a navydude.
LNS-Douglas: There is another way..... a peaceful way of ending fights... Brakelatabasaasta: Yeah, yeah! Peacey! LNS-Douglas: Diplomacy Brakelatabasaasta: Diplo... mah... yeah! Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***.."voidspace" .. enters... (darkness)..*they*.*** Brakelatabasaasta: Are... are we entering voidspace, or are you? I can't tell. LNS-Douglas: Darkness means us... LNS-Douglas: or our world to them atleast Brakelatabasaasta: Yeah. Well, you maybe. LNS-Douglas: They refer to us humans as Dark-ones... They refer to themselves as Light-ones Brakelatabasaasta: Pfft. I know all this, Dougy-doug. I have tea-parties with my Keepy-friends.
The Keepy-guy started saying... or, well, "imaging" things about this old system called "Soul" or something. Navydude said it was our old home, but it got blowed up maybe.
Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***..(your comm. system overheats and fails)..*** Brakelatabasaasta: Oh, no, you've got it wrong. My home is in a dumpster! I... hello? Hello? My microphone a'sploded. Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***..(bleak)..*** LNS-Douglas: *ping* Device ignores Nomad command* LNS-Douglas: Nice try [LN]-Galen.Anderson: *Pounds console* Brakelatabasaasta: HELLO?! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? MY COMM UNIT IS ON FIRE. I DON'T KNOW IF ANY OF THIS IS GETTING THROUGH. LNS-Douglas: Setting device to repair Liberty Navy communications.. Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***.."light-tunnel -- *bridge*.."...once *ours*...*** Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***..*theirs* (anger/darkness)...bring (heat)...*** LNS-Douglas: And what about you? What do you bring? Brakelatabasaasta: Maybe if I don't use the comm-thing... I know! I can think! The Keepy-people can hear me think! Brakelatabasaasta: Ahem... *Can you hear me, Keepy-friend?* Keepers.Sakyamuni: ***..(you have a massive headache, suddenly)..*** Brakelatabasaasta: Ow! I think I thunk too hard... Max.Sheppard.: Your brain is smoking. LNS-Douglas: Connecting to Brake's comm channels setting up new frequency... try it again Mr Brake Brakelatabasaasta: --bzzzt-- hello? Testing, testing, eight-five-fish... Brakelatabasaasta: Ah, there we go. I can talk-talk. No more headaches!
There was some more weird stuff, too. Like loud screechy noises, and blinding flash-lights and brain-pictures. It made my head hurt. A lot. So when the Keepy-friend went to California, I didn't follow. After all, I'm technically not supposed to leave New York. So I went back to my dumpster home and played cards with an old dead cat I found in the alley.
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