Time Change: Epilogue WRITTEN BY: General Peterson MSTIED BY: Seth C. Triggs a.k.a. Lefty CO-MSTIED BY: Jamie Jeans a.k.a. JOLT!!! JAMIE JEANS: And the final chapter of this ego-bloated twerp's story is upon us! Thank god! I mean, this guy causes more paradoxes then Minako ever could! What do you think, Seth? Oh yeah, I guess I should mention that this is my seventh teamed MSTing. Maybe the next one I'll do with Nightman or CGold. SETH C. TRIGGS: After such fics as Chibi-Usa's 7th Birthday, Countess Chronicles and 9½ Chipmunks, I need a vacation!! You know fics are bad when you want to tackle self-insertion instead!! On with the show!! LEGAL STUFF: All the characters and concepts of Mystery Science Theater 3000 belongs to Best Brains Inc. Please do not sue us for we are merely borrowing your characters and not making any claim on them. Now, on to the story! ________________________________________________________________________ Mike yawned and tried not to fall asleep as Dr. Forrester went on and on about how evil his invention was and how it was guaranteed to help him maintain over a dominated world. The bots were faring no better then the temp was, weaving back and forth and about to fall over at any moment. The evil scientist, who was in a particularly evil mode, had decided to call up the three Guinea pigs at three in the morning. And while Dr. Forrester, along with TV's Frank, was in a particularly bright mode, it was taking all of Mike and the bot's energy just to stay focused. DEEP 13 "And so, that is my evil invention. Now, what do you have Nelson?" Dr. Forrester sneered into the camera while he held a strange remote control device in his hands. SATELLITE OF LOVE Mike was about to bend down and grab his own invention, hastily made by himself and the bots, when a blow rocked the ship. Adrenaline pumping his system, he forgot about the invention and tried to talk to Dr. Forrester, but all he could see on the hexscreen was static. "What the heck did we hit?" Tom shouted. "I don't know," Crow replied. "Cambot, give me Rocket Number 9!" Mike commanded. The hexscreen fizzled a bit before clearing up, showing what looked like *another* Satellite of Love. "The hell...!" Mike said, clearly confused. "Did we just cross into another dimension?" Crow asked. "I'm not sure. Maybe we should contact the crew over there and ask them," Tom suggested. Nodding his agreement, Mike called up the other satellite. The picture from outside was replaced with that of Samantha surrounded by what looked like several of WCW's infamous wrestlers. SATELLITE OF NITRO "Mike? Is that you?" Samantha asked. SATELLITE OF LOVE "SAMANTHA!" everyone chorused. "What are you doing over there in that copy of the SOL?" Tom asked. SATELLITE OF NITRO "Hey, this ain't no copy of anything! This is the Satellite of Nitro!" one of the wrestlers, Nash to be precise, said. "I got beamed up here through a bad plot device and I'm back to riffing bad fanfics," Samantha explained. SATELLITE OF LOVE Crow was just about to say something sarcastic when another crash rocked both satellites and knocked everyone off their feet. Fortunately, the communications had *not* been disconnected. "Now who did we hit?" Tom asked. "I don't know," Mike said as he ordered Rocket number 9 again. The hexscreen was split into two, showing both the communications from the SON and the outside. Blinking his eyes, Mike saw what appeared to be *another* SOL right against his. Before anyone could say anything, the view from outside was replaced with the face of Serena, better known as Sailor Moon. SATELLITE OF LOVE 2 "Get us down from here!" she shouted. Everyone else placed their hands over their ears and waited for Serena to stop wailing. "Stop that, Serena!" a blue haired girl, Amy, said as she came into view. SATELLITE OF NITRO "Serena? I was wondering where you gals had gone to. I hadn't seen you at the Anipike for days," Samantha said. "Anipike?" This from Bret 'the hitman' Hart. "I'll explain later," Samantha said. SATELLITE OF LOVE "This is getting confusing," Tom said. "How many satellites are there up here?" Crow was drooling over the sight of Amy just as Tom's questions was answered with another crash. This time, when the usual violence of space its was over, a third communications opened up, this one sowing Tenchi, Lina Inverse, and a third unknown person. SATELITE OF LOVE 3 "Move it Spencer! They can't see me," Lina said. "Ouch! So what? It's not as if they could do anything about it," Spencer replied. SATELITE OF LOVE 2 "He's right," Lita said. "We've been trapped up here for awhile now, reviewing bad Sailor Moon lemons and, so far, we haven't found a way down." SATELLITE OF LOVE "Same here," Mike said. "but maybe... just maybe, if we pool our resources, we can get out of here." "And besides," Tom added. "Space sure seems to be getting crowded up here. How many crackpots have thought of sending people into space to break them with bad fanfics?" SATELITE OF NITRO "Quite a few, it appears," Mark 'the undertaker' Calloway said. SATELITE OF LOVE But just as Mike was about to outline his plan, the sirens started to flash and the alarms sounded. "Oh no! We've got fanfic sign!" he shouted as he and the bots rushed into the theater. (DOOR SEQUENCE 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...) CROW: So what do you think we're getting? TOM: And why didn't Dr. Forrester warn us? MIKE: He probably couldn't get through, what with all the other calls. BOTS: Oh... >Hello ! I'm back. Here's General Peterson again ! ALL: AAAHH!!!! CROW: Just goes to show you can't keep a bad ego down... no matter how much you riff it. >This is the continuation for the first part of Time Change. CROW: [Peterson] And the inflation of my ego. >Usual Disclaimers - This story is hundred percently mine ! MIKE: It's mine and you're not getting any! > Sailormoon is owned by its respective > owners wiithout permission. Any other > characters are mine! (Unless I say so) MIKE: [Peterson] So keep your goobies off of 'em! >Usagi - Serena >Rei - Raye >Ami - Amy >Minako - Mina >Makoto - Lita >Setsuna - Setsuna >Haruka - Haruka >Michiru - Michiru >Chibi-Usa - Reeny >Mamoru - Darien TOM: [hawker] Get ya' scorecard! Can't tell the players without a scorecard!! CROW: And here we have the list of victims... >Time Change Epilogue >-------------------- CROW: A Quinn Martin Production. MIKE: What happened to the line jokes? CROW: Couldn't think of any. >Any comments, praise or flames can be sent to >g_peterson@geocities.com or visit my webpage at >www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/2790 MIKE: Homesite of the Insane Self-Insertion Appreciation Club! >Let's start the story now ! TOM: Let's not and say we did. >--------------------------------------------------------------- >----------------- TOM: All those wishing to stop the story right now, please sign your name on the line above... >Near the Time Gate CROW: ... was a dead rat. > Pluto smiled. She thought to herself, MIKE: Why did Nightman make *me* into the future Xena? Why? WHY? WHY?!!! >"The Time Gate is >accepting the >new time changes. General Peterson did a good job." MIKE: [Pluto] For a chowderhead! > It was true, the time system was adjusting to the changes. The >time >errors made by Metallia were corrected. TOM: Yeah, right. CROW: Then, when dinosaurs and cavemen started to appear in Crystal Tokyo, Pluto realized that maybe, just maybe, Petey botched the space-time continuum. > ************ CROW: In todays news, a wonderful avalanche buried General Peterson alive... TOM: We can only hope. >In the Dimensional Prison MIKE: You get free cable, weights, and an extra-friendly cellmate! > "Hello again, Metallia. You lost against General Peterson. I >suppose," >the old king said. Tommorow, he would be free from the dimensional >prison. TOM: [king] Before I go... why don't you guys BITE ME!! HAHAHAHAHAH!! >He added, "I told you to change your ways, get away from the evil arts. CROW: [king] But did you listen? NOOOOO!! [mocking] We want to stay evil!! [regular] Now look at you!! A bunch of -- MIKE: Settle down, Crow!! You'll overload! >I survived that transition. Peter would be glad to help. Even as the >General of many armies, he is still a modest man. He rehabilitated many >of us." ALL: MIKE: Modest? TOM: That's the strangest word for bullsh... MMPPFF!!! MIKE: Don't go there. > She thought to herself, "Not in your life, sage. Evil is my >life." CROW: [Metallia] It's all I'm good at!! >She shouted back to the old king, "No way. I will find out a way >somehow. >I am not stupid. TOM: I scored a 640 in my SAT Verbal!! > I found out a way, and I will do it again." MIKE: Ah, that determination... > Metallia knew something that the rest did not know. She had >two objectives in her mind when she escaped the prison and she would >never tell. CROW: [Metallia] Not by the hairs on my chinny, chin, chin! > ************ MIKE: Oh the humanity! The avalanche got the story too... hang on... >The Meeting Chamber of the Crystal Tokyo Palace TOM: ... burned down to the ground Sunday, killing all inside. The end. > The sailor senshi and other council members were discussing >the conclusions of the mission, General Peterson had succeeded in. CROW: He may have succeeded in the mission, but he failed miserably in proper comma placing. >"I suppose we could trust you now, Peter," Raye said and continued, >"I never actually trusted you. I'm sorry." MIKE: [Raye] After Oscar and Chris Caldwell, we just couldn't trust self-insertion authors. > "Never mind. I don't care," I said. CROW: Geez! A simple, "I accept your apology" would have been nice! TOM: Petey's getting bitter. MIKE: I can't believe I lost to Tuxedo Chris... TUXEDO CHRIS OF ALL PEOPLE!!! > The meeting concluded >after a few hours. Somehow, I felt that Metallia had completed >one objective of her mission. Something else would happen ............ MIKE: Pigs would fly! >----------------------------------------------------------------------------- > >End of the story. No way ! There must be something to write about ! TOM: No, there isn't! CROW: Stop scaring me! >E-mail me - general_p@hotmail.com , good or bad e-mail. >Also visit my webpage - www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Pagoda/2790. MIKE: Maybe when I have nothing better to do. >See you in my upcomming fanfic, Stolen Property. CROW: Why don't you steal some good grammar! MIKE: Crow... CROW: Sorry. MIKE: Oh well, let's go guys. ALL: (DOOR SEQUENCE 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7...) As Mike was opening up communications to the other satellites, Dr. Forrester cut in. DEEP 13 "So, I see that you've found all those other SON's up there. Well, forget about trying to pool your resources and trying to get back to Earth! And just for thinking about it..." The evil scientist turned to Frank and nodded his head. "No... not that one sir! It's too evil!!!" Frank shouted, nearly breaking down into tears. "Yes, that one, Frank..." Frank sighed and walked over to the cabinet of stored fanfics. Searching through them, he pulled out a folder clearly marked *DT* and handed it to Dr. Forrester. "You're gonna pay Mike! And your little bots too! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!" Dr. Forrester shouted as he sent up the fanfic. SATELITE OF LOVE As soon as the communication to Deep 13 had been disconnected, Mike began trying to establish a link to one of the other satellites. "I wonder what DT meant?" Tom was pondering. "Oh no!" Crow shouted as he understood the initials. "It's a Dr. Thinker fanfic! ARGH!!!" "What was that?" Mike asked, feeling more then a little bit scared. Before Crow could elaborate or Mike could talk with one of the other satellites, the sirens started blaring and the lights began to flash. "OH NO!!! WE'VE GOT FANFIC SIGN!!!" everyone shouted as they rushed back into the theater... ________________________________________________________________________ Send any C & C to Jamie Jeans at: xwing@uniserve.com Send any C & C to Seth C. Triggs at: trigsc41@buffalostate.edu