03-10-2016, 02:43 PM
-A Bermuda Triangle Story-
“Do you think that this story really has any relevance to the other verses, I mean come on.. Who even writes these things now a days...” A muffled voice could be heard while the camera zoomed in on the newsman’s face, which was turned away from the camera and looking at a beautiful blonde assistant.
“Ron, you’re live.” the camera man gently reminded him.
The suited man spun around as if Omni himself had addressed him, exalted, a great smile broke out on his unusually happy lips, and his alert eyes met with the many viewers who all were watching on their many personalized screens. “HI! Good evening, I’m Ron Burgundy!”
Between the part of his smile, his teeth flashed whiter than the Nexus as the “live” light finally flickered on behind the camera, and suddenly he was reading a wall of text.
“Breaking news coming to you from the Omniverse News Network. It seems there has been a very large number of ships disappearing in the Vasty Deeps, by what’s been reported, it looks like it isn’t just the usual pirate raids. Many ships of all kinds are being reported missing. But it doesn’t appear particular ships are being targeted. Reports say that this only happens in one location, tucked off the the very end of the ocean. Those who were aboard the missing ships are found near and far, scattered all throughout the islands and great ocean. One storm trooper reported he had no idea what happened to his ship, which has lead to the raising speculation that there is some kind of invasion of creatures in the ocean that are more dangerous than anything they’ve seen out there before! Here’s Sunny, on the scene with a Storm trooper from the imperial fleet.”
The image flashed from the newsroom to that of a young woman holding a microphone too close to a Stormtrooper’s helmet, and getting a bit of interference. The woman with brown hair looked miserable. The light was shining too bright in her eyes, so she was squinting, which made her appear to be irritated. Meanwhile, the wind was whipping stray strands in her face and all over anything her hair would snag on. Over her shoulder, the sun had set and dusk had clouded the sky with a dim blue light. The ocean ate at the shoreline, which seemed to be a little too close to her feet. Her eyes grew bold and the whites of them were enhanced as she looked closely at the camera and held her other hand near her ear, straining to hear what Ron was saying.
“Uh, yes, this is Natasha here with ONN, beside me is Storm Trooper Bill Ralphie, who, after being found many miles off of the coast of Cinnabar Island, reports having no recollection of what happened to him!” Natasha directed the microphone to Bill Ralphie’s face now, and asked him, “Now! What did you think when you were asked by your superiors about the disappearance of your boat?”
“What did... I THINK? Well as you can imagine, they weren’t pleased. I was found Omni knows where, so far from our course, that many people have some kind of conspiracy going around what happened. They’ll tell you I’m lying, but I really have no recollection of the events that occurred. One moment I was on our ship, at my post, the next minute, BAM!” A loud splat noise was made with the clapping of his hands. “There was some loud noise, and it all goes black. I opened my eyes and found my eye being picked out by a Pidgeotto, and had to have my eye replaced with an electronic one. Luckily it wasn’t serious though.”
“Wow, that sounds scary! Can you tell me anything about your theory of what happened? Another survivor of what we can only assume are shipwrecks, reported that he thought he had been enticed by sirens- or perhaps a mermaid. This survivor remembers being carried many miles away from some very dangerous territory, and delivered safely to land. What do you have to say about that, Ralphie?”
“It’s Bill, and honestly, I don’t know. I can’t say for sure that I know I WASN’T carried off by mermaids, because I don’t remember anything, but if that were somehow the case, what happened to the ship?” Bill turned his head to the camera, and his white and black helmet glistened with the spray of the ocean, “Seriously, if you know, PLEASE tell me, my superior would love to know why I can’t remember a single dang thing!”
“I’m sure he would, Bill. Now, one more question, if you don’t mind. You said you had no idea what happened after the loud noise, and then you were suddenly found drifting to shore by the Pidgeotto, now, what do you say about the many people who aren’t returning from these wrecks, what can you say to their families? Do you think there is any hope for their loved ones’ safe return home?”
“Natasha, I’ll be honest with you, you’re a smart woman, brave, and pretty fearless.” The waves lapped at her feet, and she held in the shock of the cold on her contorting face. She nearly screamed out at the wincing chill that engulfed her feet. “I have no intention of giving the families of everyone who has gone missing false hope. Your husband, sister, father, brother or mother could be out there, marooned on an island just as I was. They could be stranded out there, for days. Without food or drinkable water. They could be starving to death as we speak, no method of transportation to bring them home, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. I’m sure you can imagine that with all the boats going missing, people are afraid to sail the seas. The economy has gone a little whack for places like Costa Del Sol, and some of the fishermen that do their main casting over in that one particular section of the ‘Deeps. I don’t want people to think that there’s some sorta Bermuda triangle that’s been created in the Deeps, because quite frankly, there hasn’t. There’s a perfectly good explanation on why I lost my eye, as there is plenty of logic in why your husbands and wives haven’t come home yet. If they’re out there, they can swim, they can fight, you just have to believe in them.”
Natasha was gaping, “Bill, thank you so much for your words of wisdom, I hope that our viewers don’t hesitate to reach out to the families in need. This is Natasha signing off, from the scene at Costa Del Sol.”
Ron was caught again, his face away from the camera while the “on-air” light flickered on. “You’re on, Ron.” A voice whispered, and he was pulled from his very interesting conversation, and spun around in his spinning chair to face the camera once more. “Ah, Ron Burgandy back again, it sounds like that story was truly a sad one, that man lost an eye in the line of duty, many more have been reported missing on some of the boats that have disappeared. The place that the most of the disappearances have been reported, is being called the “Ship Graveyard” and is in the far west corner of the Vasty Deeps. We have our best reporters tracing the leads on this growing mystery, and we hope to find not only the many ships that have vanished, but we also hope to find those that were aboard them. Our hopes go out to them and their families during this very trying time, this is Ron Burgundy, wishing you the best of good-byes.”
The newscaster winked at the camera, and their filming reel ended.
...
Meanwhile the mystery was being unraveled by an unexpected traveler. . .
“Do you think that this story really has any relevance to the other verses, I mean come on.. Who even writes these things now a days...” A muffled voice could be heard while the camera zoomed in on the newsman’s face, which was turned away from the camera and looking at a beautiful blonde assistant.
“Ron, you’re live.” the camera man gently reminded him.
The suited man spun around as if Omni himself had addressed him, exalted, a great smile broke out on his unusually happy lips, and his alert eyes met with the many viewers who all were watching on their many personalized screens. “HI! Good evening, I’m Ron Burgundy!”
Between the part of his smile, his teeth flashed whiter than the Nexus as the “live” light finally flickered on behind the camera, and suddenly he was reading a wall of text.
“Breaking news coming to you from the Omniverse News Network. It seems there has been a very large number of ships disappearing in the Vasty Deeps, by what’s been reported, it looks like it isn’t just the usual pirate raids. Many ships of all kinds are being reported missing. But it doesn’t appear particular ships are being targeted. Reports say that this only happens in one location, tucked off the the very end of the ocean. Those who were aboard the missing ships are found near and far, scattered all throughout the islands and great ocean. One storm trooper reported he had no idea what happened to his ship, which has lead to the raising speculation that there is some kind of invasion of creatures in the ocean that are more dangerous than anything they’ve seen out there before! Here’s Sunny, on the scene with a Storm trooper from the imperial fleet.”
The image flashed from the newsroom to that of a young woman holding a microphone too close to a Stormtrooper’s helmet, and getting a bit of interference. The woman with brown hair looked miserable. The light was shining too bright in her eyes, so she was squinting, which made her appear to be irritated. Meanwhile, the wind was whipping stray strands in her face and all over anything her hair would snag on. Over her shoulder, the sun had set and dusk had clouded the sky with a dim blue light. The ocean ate at the shoreline, which seemed to be a little too close to her feet. Her eyes grew bold and the whites of them were enhanced as she looked closely at the camera and held her other hand near her ear, straining to hear what Ron was saying.
“Uh, yes, this is Natasha here with ONN, beside me is Storm Trooper Bill Ralphie, who, after being found many miles off of the coast of Cinnabar Island, reports having no recollection of what happened to him!” Natasha directed the microphone to Bill Ralphie’s face now, and asked him, “Now! What did you think when you were asked by your superiors about the disappearance of your boat?”
“What did... I THINK? Well as you can imagine, they weren’t pleased. I was found Omni knows where, so far from our course, that many people have some kind of conspiracy going around what happened. They’ll tell you I’m lying, but I really have no recollection of the events that occurred. One moment I was on our ship, at my post, the next minute, BAM!” A loud splat noise was made with the clapping of his hands. “There was some loud noise, and it all goes black. I opened my eyes and found my eye being picked out by a Pidgeotto, and had to have my eye replaced with an electronic one. Luckily it wasn’t serious though.”
“Wow, that sounds scary! Can you tell me anything about your theory of what happened? Another survivor of what we can only assume are shipwrecks, reported that he thought he had been enticed by sirens- or perhaps a mermaid. This survivor remembers being carried many miles away from some very dangerous territory, and delivered safely to land. What do you have to say about that, Ralphie?”
“It’s Bill, and honestly, I don’t know. I can’t say for sure that I know I WASN’T carried off by mermaids, because I don’t remember anything, but if that were somehow the case, what happened to the ship?” Bill turned his head to the camera, and his white and black helmet glistened with the spray of the ocean, “Seriously, if you know, PLEASE tell me, my superior would love to know why I can’t remember a single dang thing!”
“I’m sure he would, Bill. Now, one more question, if you don’t mind. You said you had no idea what happened after the loud noise, and then you were suddenly found drifting to shore by the Pidgeotto, now, what do you say about the many people who aren’t returning from these wrecks, what can you say to their families? Do you think there is any hope for their loved ones’ safe return home?”
“Natasha, I’ll be honest with you, you’re a smart woman, brave, and pretty fearless.” The waves lapped at her feet, and she held in the shock of the cold on her contorting face. She nearly screamed out at the wincing chill that engulfed her feet. “I have no intention of giving the families of everyone who has gone missing false hope. Your husband, sister, father, brother or mother could be out there, marooned on an island just as I was. They could be stranded out there, for days. Without food or drinkable water. They could be starving to death as we speak, no method of transportation to bring them home, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t there. I’m sure you can imagine that with all the boats going missing, people are afraid to sail the seas. The economy has gone a little whack for places like Costa Del Sol, and some of the fishermen that do their main casting over in that one particular section of the ‘Deeps. I don’t want people to think that there’s some sorta Bermuda triangle that’s been created in the Deeps, because quite frankly, there hasn’t. There’s a perfectly good explanation on why I lost my eye, as there is plenty of logic in why your husbands and wives haven’t come home yet. If they’re out there, they can swim, they can fight, you just have to believe in them.”
Natasha was gaping, “Bill, thank you so much for your words of wisdom, I hope that our viewers don’t hesitate to reach out to the families in need. This is Natasha signing off, from the scene at Costa Del Sol.”
Ron was caught again, his face away from the camera while the “on-air” light flickered on. “You’re on, Ron.” A voice whispered, and he was pulled from his very interesting conversation, and spun around in his spinning chair to face the camera once more. “Ah, Ron Burgandy back again, it sounds like that story was truly a sad one, that man lost an eye in the line of duty, many more have been reported missing on some of the boats that have disappeared. The place that the most of the disappearances have been reported, is being called the “Ship Graveyard” and is in the far west corner of the Vasty Deeps. We have our best reporters tracing the leads on this growing mystery, and we hope to find not only the many ships that have vanished, but we also hope to find those that were aboard them. Our hopes go out to them and their families during this very trying time, this is Ron Burgundy, wishing you the best of good-byes.”
The newscaster winked at the camera, and their filming reel ended.
...
Meanwhile the mystery was being unraveled by an unexpected traveler. . .
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