From: "krishnan" To: "Susan Howe" , "JQ ML" Cc: "Krishnan" Date: Mon, 22 Mar 1999 22:16:23 +0800 Subject: [JQML] [FIC] My very first Fanfic (1/2) Message-ID: <002a01be746f$86665d80$170c3ad1@gto.net.om> Return-path: Reply-To: JQML@onelist.com Received: from mx2.boston.juno.com (mx2.boston.juno.com [207.205.100.55]) by x2.boston.juno.com (8.8.6.Beta0/8.8.6.Beta0/2.0.kim) with ESMTP id NAAAA13607 for ; Mon, 22 Mar 1999 13:20:30 -0500 (EST) Received: from onelist.com (pop.onelist.com [209.207.164.229]) by mx2.boston.juno.com (8.8.6.Beta0/8.8.6.Beta0/2.0.kim) with SMTP id NAAAA21066 for ; Mon, 22 Mar 1999 13:20:28 -0500 (EST) Received: (qmail 26141 invoked by alias); 22 Mar 1999 18:44:18 -0000 Received: (qmail 26128 invoked from network); 22 Mar 1999 18:44:17 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO om2.gto.net.om) (206.49.101.40) by pop.onelist.com with SMTP; 22 Mar 1999 18:44:17 -0000 Received: from winnaf.gto.net.om(as9-23.gto.net.om[209.58.12.23]) (12074 bytes) by om2.gto.net.om via sendmail with P:smtp/R:inet_hosts/T:smtp (sender: ) id for ; Mon, 22 Mar 1999 22:19:13 +0400 (OMAN) (Smail-3.2.0.102 1998-Aug-2 #21 built 1998-Aug-20) X-Status: Read X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.00.0810.800 X-Juno-Att: 0 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit From: "krishnan" YAAAAAAA!!!!! I've finished it.. at last!!!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!! I've just found out that I LOVE typing this... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH... Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Jonny Quest or any of the characters in the serial. They are all property of HB. The JQ2K team belongs to Alexis Ericta. I've been given permission to use them. Only the characters I've made up belong to me. You can use them anytime you want to. Untitled By Deepu An unusually quite day at the Quest Compound. '' OK!! Who's the wise guy?? Who put a toy rattle-snake in my BED!!!'' screamed Mishelle, with one hand holding what seemed was a snake her other hand trying to tie up her hair. '' Bleach-Head!! WAS IT YOU??'' '' ME??? THE LAST THING I WOULD EVER, EVER DREAM OF DOING IS ENTERING YOU ROOM'' " OOOHH!!! SO SANTA DID IT???" screamed at him, in a very sarcastic tone. " Will you please quiten down??? I'm trying to finish programing Dr. Quest's latest invention'' Jessie asked in a low voice. There was complete silence. '' Thank you'' '' What exactly are you doing Jess???'' Jonny asked. '' HELP!!!!'' Travis ran thru the room, hotly pursued by Bandit. '' Bandit!!! Come back here,'' Jonny got up and ran after them both, '' Come back!!'' **************************************************************************** '' Look at this mess. And who's going to clean this all up??'' asked an extremely angry Mrs. Evans. '' Well.. Travis started it'' '' Me?? what did I do??'' '' Ask what you didn't do'' ''What didn't I do??'' '' What a question.. you run all over the house and finally bang into Jessie as she's programming a new system..'' ''.. disturb me while I'm meditating..'' ''... Turn my room into a tornado devastated area..'' '' .... Stamp my foot...'' "... Break all the glasses in the kitchen..'' ''.. not to mention breaking all my perfume bottles..'' '' ... make the laundry dirty .. again..'' '' We don't have anything to WEAR." " As if you ever change your clothes'' " I HEARD THAT BLEACH - HEAD" " SO LIKE I REALLY CARE ROVER" " HAVE YOU EVER SMELT YOUR SOCKS.. THEY STINK'' '' AT LEAST..'' " STOP IT EVERYONE'' Mrs. Evans had really lost her cool now. <>~ComSat in position~ " Thanx Iris'' Jonny sat down in front of the computer screen, " Iris, Ready to receive transmission" ~ Acknowledged. Receiving link~ " Hi Dad, How ya doing there in Herzegovina??" " Everything's all right son. But I'm more worried about all of you, especially after the an abandoned truck parked right outside the compound exploded, a few seconds after I left" " Don't worry Dr. Quest, everything is under control" " Ya, especially since the bomb was meant for you" Travis ventured trying his best to get as far away as possible from Bandit. There was a silence for a few seconds during which evryone glared at him with dagger-eyes. " Block head" Mishelle whispered behind him, " As if he doesn't have enough to worry about trying to locate the nuclear bomb planted by rebel terrorists, Now he can sleep better knowing that the person who wants to kill him knows that he's not in this country." " Actually Mishelle, The nuke bomb was not planted by rebels or terrorists" said Dr. Quest. " Then Who??" asked Tailee. " Ya, Who Dr. Quest" asked Bryce " Just guess" Race said appearing on the view screen. " Can't. Tell uz pleaze. I'm am getting killed of curiosity" Claudette tried using an idiom. " Thats dying of curiosity" corrected Bryce. " Ezekiel Rage" " Rage, but I thougth.." said Hadji ".. So did I, but that sleaze is so low that he just won't" finished Race. " So, what do you want us to do??" asked Hadj " Well, I would really like your help Hadji. Denuetralizing this bomb is going to take a quite a while.." ".. and we need a search party to find Rage" finished Race," This is a small country but there are many places to hide and I'm just not what I used to be" " And what search party could be better than us , right??" asked Mishelle. " Exactly" replied Dr. Quest. " Take Dragon Fly" Race gave them instructions, " and there is an airstrip at approximately 44` 20' 40" N and 17` 14' 39" E, I'll be there to pick you up and brief you on the current scenario. The satellite's going out of range now. Signing off" " Take care Dad" " You too Ponchita" " Hey!! not to worry, We'll be there soon" " As if you could ever take care of ANYTHING" " I HEARD THAT!!!" "Come on, lets go up and pack" Jessie motioned Tailee and Claudette. " Yes, and maybe after solving the case we can drop off at Paris and meet my parents" gushed Claudette. "Maybe.. and when.. and if.. " Said Jessie putting her fingers in her ears, trying to block off all the screaming and noise from downstairs,* Poor Mrs. Evans* she thought, * She has to put up with soo much* **************************************************************************** Location: Quest Compound Destination: Jajce, Herzegovina. Vehicle: Dragonfly Latitude: 44` 21' 2'' N Longitude: 17` 14' 39'' E *************************************************************************** " Oh Man!! What a flight" exclaimed Travis. " It is a miracle that you were able to concentrate with all the noise Jonny and Mishelle were making" said Hadji. " I still feel as if I rode a roller coaster" said Travis. " Thanx Guys" said Jessie," But if it weren't for Tai-lee's help, and Hadji's tips on how to concentrate, I don't think I would have been able to do it.'' " I am gald that you remembered my advice Jessie" said Hadji "And I am gald that you found me useful" said Tai-lee. " What I can't understand iz how Bryze could survive!!" said Claudette. " I'll tell you how - He put cotton in his ears" laughed Travis " Oh!! What a good idea, How come I did not think of it" said Claudette. " OH NO!! here they come. Close your ears everyone" said Bryce who had joined them after collecting his luggage. " THIS IS THE LAST STRAW QUEST MAN, I KNOW YOU DID IT AND DON"T YOU DARE DENY IT!!" " DENY WHAT??!!" " BLEACH HEAD" "DOG BREATH" " HEY!! Stop that now, We've got serious work to do" said Race. He was sitting in the driver's seat of an old Army jeep. " Hi Dad" said Jess " So whats with Rage?" asked Bryce after they got on the road. "We found one of his henchmen near the nuke. We kinda figured that it had to be him." said Race," Anyway, who else could and would steal a nuke bomb??" " Surd??" suggested Jessie. " Could be. Could also be Zin or the Zin Twins but who else would want to destroy the whole world?? Surd only wants money and revenge. The Zin Dynasty wants to control the whole world, not destroy it" said Race. " What if they are in league's together, What if this is just a trap, What if they.." " ..Only 'IF' Trav, I know where Surd is, He's in Washington. I had already thought of this and asked a former I-1 colleague to track him and Zin down. Zin's in prison, so's his two daughter's. Don't worry about them. Worry about Rage 'coz he's not the sorta person to quit just 'coz one of his attempt's failed" said Race. " One or All??" asked Jonny "All, Thanx to you." said Race. " So Race, Do you know where Rage could be??" asked Hadji " Well, I haven't been able to find him anywhere" confessed Race " Man!! If you can't find him with all your contacts, What chance do we have??" asked Travis. <> " thanx for the encouRAGEment sport" said Mishelle "OWW!! Sorry" apologized Travis " Actually, you have a better chance, 'coz I don't have any contacts here." " Great, But where do we start??" asked Tai-lee " You could start at the corner shop for one" " Oo!! That would be nice" exclaimed Claudette. *******************************AT THE CORNER SHOP************ " Man This place stinks"said Jonny " Just like you ne??" said Mishelle. " Would both of you keep quite?? Tai-lee, Claudette, you do the talking" said Jessie. " Why them??" asked Jonny " Because they know the native language better than you dork" retorted Mishelle. ************************************************************************** " YOU JUST HAD TO FIGHT RIGHT??" " SOME SLEAZE BALL WAS TRYING TO HIT A LINE ON CLAUDETTE, OK??" " SO SHE COULD HAVE HANDLED IT, NOW WE'VE BEEN THROWN OUT. FINE MESS YOU'VE GOTTEN US INTO" " I wondered how Hadji, Travis and Bryce are doing" said Tai-lee. " Thank you Jonee" Claudette glomped him," I'll never forget this. Thank you" ********MEANWHILE************************************************ " So we've made progress, Right??" asked Travis. " No, not until Hadji can conjure up something with his powers" said Bryce Just then a funny looking man with shaggy eyebrows, shaggy beard and stuff slided down beside them. " Hey! I heard you want to know the where abouts of a certain man called Ezekiel Rage??" he whispered. " You know something about it??" asked Hadji. " I like to hear the sound of prosperity first" said the man indicating his hand " Money is no problem, just as long as we hear what we want to" said Bryce. " I want ot see it" said the man " Ok! Here it is" said Travis and took out some money. The man's eyes gleamed when he saw it * Man, This guy could prove dangerous* thought Travis " Last night at my inn down the street, I heard him screaming in his room. I went closer to hear, maybe he was complaining about my service. I heard him saying something about the alps but I'm not very sure" said the man, his eyes still on the money. Travis took out more money,"Where exactly in the alps??" " I don't know, really, believe me. He also said something like 'children shall perish bringing about death, so said the book of rage' or something like it" concluded the man. " Did he say anything else, Did he leave a forwarding address or any indication to where he was going??" asked Bryce " I do not know anymore sir" said the man taking the money," If I did I would talk, ne?? Goodbye sirs" The man slyly walked out. " I don't trust him" stated Travis. " We do not have a choice my friend" said Hadji " Come on, Lets go back to the hotel and see what the other's have come up with" said Bryce, paying the bill. They got up and left. **************************************************************************** * " Where do we look for the Zeek-Freak now??" asked Jonny feeling pretty sad after no body would let him drive. " I don't know, what do you think we should do Bro??" " Go back and report our findings" said Bryce " But what HAVE we found? We couldn't find a thing" said Mishelle glaring at Jonny " You might not have found anything, But you forget that we have" said Hadji " If you will let me interrupt you, I think that we are being followed" said Tai-lee " I have a bad feeling about this monicher" said Claudette " Travis slow down" said Jonny & Mishelle together. " Yes, we are being followed, good thing you noticed Tai-lee" said Bryce,"Trav, Turn into a side road and head for the river" Well??? What do you think of it till now?? I really missed Rage, not seeing him in many fics. Send me comments and [hopefully] advice on how to improve my fic. & if anyone can suggest a groovy title for this fic please tell me. And I'm not sending out the next part until I get feed back. And I have no objection of this fic being entered in the Wildey Awards- That is, if you find a category for it. THIS FIC IS NOT HR/A [Really hope you like it] Siya, Deepu deeptikrishnan@yahoo.com ICQ# 22803547 ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Come check out our brand new web site! http://www.onelist.com Onelist: Making the Internet intimate