Tales of the Admins

[Jihadjoe]

The admin known as Joe was awake late... very late. There was a strange sound coming from somewhere within the battlestar. This wasn't unusual in and of itself, but disturbing and slightly annoying none the less. He flicked at the end of a pen and put his feet up next to the pile of paperwork he was casually ignoring.

"Hey Dieter" he yelled across the room. "We should like, totally organise a party or something."

The lack of responce annoyed him slightly so he yelled louder "Oi, Dieter, I SAID WE SHOULD LIKE TOTA-"

Suddenly the chair span out from under him and sirius flicked past at a nauseating rate as he was propelled by some mysterious force from one jumphole to the next, seemingly without any specific direction at all.

"Oh god..." He thought to himself, trying to control the vom-urges as he flew backwards through Tau 37, briefly aware of a whole load of very confused outcasts sitting near the freeport. "Cannon's fired the .pull generator again."

After several hours of rocketing through space at speeds Einstein would have wept to see, Joe finally and suddenly stopped just outside Planet Cambridge. A message popped up on his admin mind-comms device.

"Cannon: PWNT."

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