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Post by elphie on Mar 30, 2009 20:05:23 GMT -5
thanks! I like the whole picture thing.
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Post by Firefly on Mar 31, 2009 18:06:46 GMT -5
Yeah that was a sweet moment.
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Post by elphie on Apr 5, 2009 14:42:41 GMT -5
TEASER!
They had been on the road for the better part of an hour when KITT said, “Michael, I believe the Knight Two Thousand is in need of fuel.” Mike looked up from the football game he had been watching. “He does? I didn’t think your scanners could penetrate his shell.” “They cannot. He told me directly.” “Wow, that’s not creepy at all. Where’s the nearest gas station?” “A few miles away,” KITT responded. “He will be able to make it easily.” “Good. How are you doing on gas?” “I am fine. Thank you for asking.” KITT 1.0’s voice modulator appeared onscreen. “Mr. Knight, I believe we are being followed.” “What?” Mike shouted. “Agree, KITT,” KITT 1.0 said. “Since you are behind me, I was unable to pick up on it right away.” Mike twisted around in his seat. Sure enough there was a white Hummer behind them. “How long has it been back there?” “For the past fifteen miles,” KITT 1.0 informed them both. “I wanted to be certain that they were, indeed, following us.” “Michael, shall I initiate evasive maneuvers?” KITT 2.0 asked. “There are many back roads upon which to lose the vehicle tailing us.” “No,” KITT 1.0 said at once. “I have never been good at all-terrain chases. Besides, losing them could take hours, and I’m running on vapors.” “This is stupid!” Mike growled. “Two supercars, and we’re handcuffed by a gas tank?” “It would appear so,” KITT 2.0 said.” “KITT!” the Trans-Am said suddenly. “What about your EMP?” “I cannot use it without disabling you as well.” “My microwave jammer works the same way!” “Mike!” Michael appeared on another chat screen. “Care to tell me what’s going on?” “We’re being followed.” Mike continued to twist this way and that to get a better glimpse of the Hummer. “Guys, are we even sure they’re hostile? They could just be following a couple of hot cars.” “It’s not that easy, kid,” Michael said ruefully. “Never is. I picked a hell of a day to quit drinking.” “What are you two picking up?” Mike demanded. There was a pause as data was exchanged, then KITT 2.0 said, “The vehicle is bullet-proof and has run-flat tires. There are three men inside along with a large weapon. Neither of us can get a read as to what it is.” “Everybody listen!” Mike instructed. “Attack Mode and Super Pursuit Mode! Now!” Both cars initiated their transformations, and Mike retrieved his gun from the glove compartment. “Dad!” Mike said. “We can’t figure out what they’re doing, and I don’t want to find out. I think we should try to outrun them.” “Agreed. We’ll head to that stupid gas station. If they track us there, then we’ll know it’s serious. We’re going ahead of you.” The Trans-Am roared past the Mustang, and took off in a blur. Mike strapped himself in. “You know what to do, KITT.”
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Post by Firefly on Apr 5, 2009 15:30:14 GMT -5
woh awesome!!!
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Post by elphie on Apr 5, 2009 15:45:37 GMT -5
hmmm...should Bonnie come back?
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Post by Firefly on Apr 5, 2009 15:46:29 GMT -5
yes yes yes
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Post by elphie on Apr 5, 2009 15:55:25 GMT -5
ok. I'll work on it. I didn't write for a couple days, and then last night, BAM!
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Post by Firefly on Apr 5, 2009 17:19:59 GMT -5
mine's normally like that. off and on. I always have obstacles, like a lock being thrown at my thumb.
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Post by elphie on Apr 6, 2009 18:26:00 GMT -5
ow. major ow.
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Post by elphie on Apr 6, 2009 20:52:31 GMT -5
Short, but action-packed!
KNIGHT IS DISTRESS
Michael and KITT 1.0 were already refueling when the Knight Three Thousand careened into the lot. Mike rolled down the window and stuck his head out. “Hurry it up out there! They’re right behind us.” “Well, I’m sorry, Mr. Knight,” KITT 1.0 said scathingly. “Solar power can only get me so far on a cloudy day!” “Cut the crap and let’s get going!” “All right, that should be enough.” Michael turned off the gas pump. “Mike, toss me one of those ear things so we can keep in contact.” He grabbed the earwig that was tossed carelessly at him, and got behind the wheel. “Let’s boogie.” “This is not the time to be quoting The Blues Brothers,” Mike griped when he heard the line spoken. “C’mon, pedal to the metal! You two are in front.” Within two minutes, the Hummer reappeared. “KITT, try to find out if there’s any cell phones in that car,” Mike ordered. “I have already done that,” KITT replied. “There are two scrambled proxy phones, unregistered and impossible to trace.” “Okay. What about GPS?” “No.” “We can’t get a read on it either,” Michael said. “Can you scramble the phones? KITT’s only equipped to screw with analog phones.” “I have done that, as well,” KITT 2.0 said calmly. “As we have no idea which one of us is the target, it may be logical for us to split up. The capture of one of us is bad enough, the capture of both is a serious threat to national security!” “They’ll never take me alive!” KITT 1.0 said valiantly. “No one is getting captured,” Mike insisted. “I’ve got an idea,” Michael piped up. “KITT, try your smokescreen and oil slick.” Without hesitating, KITT 1.0 released a cloud of opaque white smoke from his tailpipe, and then sprayed the road behind him with motor oil. The Hummer swerved and fishtailed, but continued unperturbed. “Okay, plan failed. Black ice,” Mike ordered. “I can only spray ice in front of me, not behind,” KITT 2.0 told him. “But may I make a suggestion?” “Go ahead.” “Please removed your hands from the wheel.” KITT slammed on his brakes. Tires squealing, he whipped around and switched to reverse so that they were facing the Hummer. He sprayed a wide swath of black ice over the entire roadway. Then he hit his brakes again and swung around as he shifted back into drive. “Will that suffice?” Mike was sitting frozen in his seat, his eyes closed. “Michael? Are you all right?” “Yeah, I’m here. Can I ask you something? Are you crazy?” “I do not believe so.” KITT accelerated to catch up to the Trans-Am. “But you should ask Sarah. She is my programmer.” Michael appeared on the flat screen. “Nice trick, but they’re still back there.” “I have tried to contact the SSC,” KITT 2.0 said over Mike’s curses. “The vehicle seems to be jamming my outgoing signal. I can get around it, but it will take some time.” Suddenly the Hummer roared past the two cars, shocking them all. “How did he do that?” KITT 1.0 asked, incredulous. “That can’t be a standard engine,” Michael said loudly. “It’s a modified aircraft engine!” KITT 2.0 displayed the blueprint on his screen. Mike began loading his gun. “KITT, can you use your missiles?” “Too late!” Michael shouted. The back hatch of the Hummer swung open. Mike’s jaw dropped. “That is a big gun.”
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Post by elphie on Apr 7, 2009 13:16:53 GMT -5
I need another vote: I'm thinking about having Billy's hamster make a cameo. Should I? Amy I'd use your idea that you gave me months ago.
(Dramatic things going on) *rolling sound* Billy's hamster cruises by.
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Post by Firefly on Apr 7, 2009 15:25:00 GMT -5
Yeah, do it. That sounds fun! And ya know me...I like funfunfun!!! In the sun!!! LOL!!!
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Post by elphie on Apr 7, 2009 15:33:25 GMT -5
Whoa. Hyper. I'll have to work on it. I can't remember...what's billy's hamster's name?
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Post by Firefly on Apr 7, 2009 18:33:06 GMT -5
I forgot. Ask Mike...or KITT. They'd probably know.
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Post by elphie on Apr 7, 2009 19:40:57 GMT -5
Yeah, I'll ask them.
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