Random Rabid Rabbit Easter Eggs

[rabidbite]

The Role of Faction Space in the eyes off:

The Carrot Stick floated in orbit as Rabid Rabbit finished negotiations with a Javat Captain by name of Arnis

" ... and you will escort us through the "gulch" for ..." the man checked his figures in disbelief, "5,000 credits?"

"Yes, the Picky Beggar is going through the area anyways. If you want to tag along with us. 5,000 credits should cover it nice and easy."

The Javat ship master stared for a moment and finally shrugged, "Alright then. I'll have my second talk to yours to finalize the contract, Captain Arid."

"Pleasure. Picky Beggar out." Rabid Rabbit turned off the link and leaned back with a grin. "This is going to work."

Bonnie couldn't hold his peace, "Where the hell did you come up with a name like ARID? It sounds like a climate control setting."

"It's A.R.I.D. It means "A Rabbit In Disguise"

Bonnie coughed, "That is corny as hell."

Rabid Rabbit shrugged.

"So, we're now doing escorts?"

"We sure are. Once we set out, our techs will hack into their system and they won't know were the hell we're taking them.

Bonnie nodded, "Ah, we're going to rob them blind."

Rabid looked at him, "Um... no. We are going to escort that ship for 5,000 credits. Captain Arid has an impeccable reputation and I want to keep that alter ego nice and clean. The Javat will reach her destination."

"I don't follow the math here, captain. We'll use up more in fuel then the credits we get for the escort."


"We're going to go through the heart of Rychart space. Maybe stop at the capital for some chow."

Bonnie rubbed his temple. In a deadpan resigned voice, the steady officer replied, "Javat and Rychart are in the middle of a solar war, Captain."

The Mad Rabbit smirked, "Are they now? What a coincidence."

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[rabidbite]

Jan 8, 2013, 9:10pm, slayernz wrote:
I did suggest a Crew blender ship upgrade where you can use crew "liquid" as an alternate supply of fuel, but Cory didn't buy in on the idea.


"This tastes like shit," Crush Rabbit said as he spat out the food served in the Carrot Stick's galley.

Rabid Rabbit arched an eyebrow. He'd seen Crush munch on four day old carrion without missing a beat. It did help being able to turn off your body's taste buds. Being an infesting Narvidian viral entity had -some- advantages.

Crush caught Rabid Rabbit's look, "Yeah I DID that, ok? I still tastes like shit."

"The temp cook can't be -that- bad," Rabid said with disbelief. He grabbed a fork and used it to taste some of the grub on Crush's plate. He spat it out reflexively. Rabid stared at the fork. For a moment he could picture the plastic thing melting into goo just from contact with the stuff passing as food on Crush's plate.

But, Rabid Rabbit hadn't survived through the centuries without being stubborn. He turned off his infested body's taste buds and took a second bite while Crush lit a cigar.

Rabid Rabbit spat it out again, "I've never tasted anything so vile in my life."

"Who'd thought someone could make something WE couldn't eat," Crush grunted. Rabid noticed Crush was actually chewing on the cigar to fight off the meal's taste.

"This deserves special attention," Rabid Rabbit stood up and headed for the kitchen.

"How are you going to handle it?"

"Just get me a blender."

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Mar 8, 2013, 7:51pm, infernaltexts wrote:

So I have finally made a captain who has survived to level 30 and as I fly around the quadrant I have to wonder what people think the best money making is on strpg.

So far it seems waiting for a shortage and fulfilling the need is the way to go based on time spent to money earned.

Bonnie hunkered like a bear in one of the galley tables. His grizzled expression decorated by his usual frown.

"What'cha looking at Bonnie?"

Bonnie looked up as Rabid Rabbit dropped two bundles of equipment on the table The Mad Rabbit was sporting a T-shirt with a picture of a tentacled half female with spikes and green drool. The slogan read "I tapped that ass, twice." He was wearing blue and pink polka-dot furry slippers at the end of his normal cargo pants.

Bonnie didn't see anything unusual.

The first officer of the Carrot Stick tapped his datapad, "Expense reports. Though we've been gaining money steadily for the past five years, our repair bills cut a sizable chunk out of our budget."

"Mind helping me with this stuff?" Rabid Rabbit opened one of the bundles and started equipping himself with light armor. Bonnie went around the table and helped as he talked.

"Anyways the repairs are taking a little too much out of our budget?"

*click .. clack* ceramite armbands, *click ... click ... clack * chestplate .... "I hear you, but what do you expect? It's a dangerous quadrant."

"I understand that Captain, but nothing says we can't add a few basic strategies for making money that don't involve damaging the ship so much."

"Sometimes I wonder if you're really a Cadar, Bonnie."

Bonnie frowned ... deeply.

Rabid Rabbit raised his hands with a grin, "Just kidding Bonnie. Don't shoot me." The Rabbit removed his slippers and got to work on armor boots.

"Anyways, a few message deliveries, a little exploration, some deficit and surplus trades would help our financial status," Bonnie smacked the armor and checked the seals.

"You make a very good point. I agree completely. Let's diversify ourselves a little. The Carrot Stick could use less time getting repaired and more time making money." Rabid Rabbit opened the second bundle. It had another set of armor, "OK so let's put your armor on now."

"I'm not going to train right now. I need to finish analyzing these points."

"Ah...well ... about that..."

The general quarter alarm blared. **Captain to the bridge.** **Captain to the bridge.**

Bonnie stared at Rabid Rabbit who twiddled his thumbs like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"How many fucking ships, Captain?"

Rabid Rabbit mumbled something unintelligible.

"SIR?"

"Four ... maybe five."

"For fucks sake, sir!"

"In my defense, first officer, I was bored."

"That isn't a real reason!"

Rabid Rabbit looked confused as he pulled out his trusty chainsaw and strapped it on, "Since when?"




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[rabidbite]

Damn ... I am MISSING at least 3 easter eggs. The one with the bounty hunter academy. The one with the Space Satellites (which was pretty good)and I think 1 more I can't remember very well.

IF anyone knows where they are, cause I sure don't remember, point me in their direction? Or heck, post them, faster that way


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[whitegauntlet]

You've kept me laughing for the last two hours straight. Keep up the good work!

BTW, love the one where he tries his hand at exploration.

[Fenikso]

Jun 7, 2013 8:59:07 GMT -5 rabidbite said:

Damn ... I am MISSING at least 3 easter eggs.

Here you go:


Rabid Rabbit saunters out of the trade exchange with eight credit vouchers for his cargo of weapons, ancient artifacts, military/spy records and spice. While riding the transport tube he coms Bonnie. The bastard acts like a wife sometimes and Rabid knows if he doesn't let him know how the dealing went, his first officer will have conniptions

"Bonnie," Rabid says once the line is established. "Offload all our cargo to Warehouse District 49, building H. Its expected at nine tomorrow morning."

"It ALL sold? Just like that?"

"It sold very well. Got around 1000 per artifact, 400 or so per weapon, 500 per spice and so forth."

Bonnie remained silent for a few, "With respects sir ... those are pretty shitty prices. No wonder it all sold,. everything went cheap!"

Rabid Rabbit rolls his eyes as Bonnie goes on for a minute or two describing the market value of things.

"I guess I'm a horrible bargainer, Bonnie. Just get all the cargo offloaded by seven this morning. We depart at eight."

"Wait, I don't understand. Isn't the merchandise expected at nine?"

"Of course it is, that's why we have to get going before all twelve owners I sold the cargo too, who deposited twenty five percent per head to ensure the cargo will be there, show up. Oh and let's leave a few remote cameras. We can make a betting pool to see who shoots whom first."



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Prince Harkem Guy DeValtos was one of the hundred children of the DeValtos Emperor. His trading vessels roamed from the far edges of the odd Steel Song clans to the insignificant back waters in parsecs beyond the might of Thulun. He was rich, he was powerful, and a billion plus beings lived and died by his endeavors.

And he was besides himself as a man with a chainsaw cut down his Elite Cyber Guards and walked over to him. The hockey mask was not a welcome sight.

"What the hell are YOU doing here? Assassin!"

Rabid Rabbit paused in confusion, "We know each other?" He tapped his chainsaw, bits of flesh, bone and cyber implants fell.

"You tried to take my head while I was with my concubine."

Rabid grinned, "Shit that was you? That was a total misunderstanding ... you see I met this guy named Rupert and ...oh well I guess it doesn't matter anyways. I'm here with good news!"

The prince kept his voice level, "And those are?"

"Congratulations, you're rich and powerful! As a memento to commemorate your greatness I've come to pillage, steal, maim, and party with your ship and crew! Consider this a measure of your success. Rabid gave the blinking prince a hearty slap on the back.

"Holy fuck. You're insane!"


"Bah, I thought you'd be happier. No worries though." The Mad Rabbit's voice softened as the chainsaw ramped up. "I'll have you smiling in no time."



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Bonnie whistled as he made his way down the hallway to the communications center.

Whistling sounds ... pew pew pew .. cashow ... weeu weeu weeu .. pew pew pew cashow!

What the hell was that?

Bonnie hurried to the communications center and stared as Rabid Rabbit, with a game controller, blew ships apart on the com room's video screen. The sounds were of the laser and missiles flying out to deal death and destruction.

"Oh. I wondered what was going on." Bonnie sighted and rubbed his temple. "Of course this would happen."

"This is a very good game!" Rabid actually sounded exited. "I should give the staff a bonus." On the screen, Rabid tapped into a new "combat node" the node scanned the area around it and detected possible targets in the form of ships, cargo pods, and installations. Rabid gleefully sent missiles and lasers out. "Best darn graphics I've ever seen. Look! Escape shuttles!" Rabid sent a stream missiles and blew those apart with a cackle and serious clicking sounds of the controller.

"Ummm ... Rabid?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember that project I talked to you about ... oh a month ago ... about tapping into the DeValtos Prime defense satellite network?"

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[rabidbite]

.... I wrote those!? Holy crud, I don't even remember two of those.

Thanks man.

Oh and Fenikso, holy god dude, where have you been?

rabid

[ncaoa]

The video game one is my favorite. . Bounty Hunter, is that the one where Rabid got the idea from Templar Magazine or something?
Note: Do they print on expended Neptune mags?

[rabidbite]

Jun 24, 2013 14:50:46 GMT -5 ncaoa said:

The video game one is my favorite. . Bounty Hunter, is that the one where Rabid got the idea from Templar Magazine or something?
Note: Do they print on expended Neptune mags?

The Bounty Hunter one is one that I can't find (Or I haven't noticed it somewhere on this very thread) where Rabid is out on a Bounty kill mission. His target is a man TEACHING at a Bounty Hunter licensing facility.

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[ncaoa]

startradersrpg.proboards.com/thread/2691/started-bounty-hunter

Got it.

Lmao. Put it in a stasis chamber.

[Fenikso]

Jun 24, 2013 14:37:34 GMT -5 rabidbite said:

Oh and Fenikso, holy god dude, where have you been?

Alien hunting? Seriously, I needed a break. Also played another game, Real Life, on Insane for a while.

[ntsheep]

Just got done reading all these and I'm laughing my butt off! I think I'm also a little scared to realize that rabidbite and I have the same sense of humour. I once made a joke about my captain wanting to fire kitchen sinks and he has also. Their use of strange weapons is also uncanny. I hope he doesn't think I'm trying to rip off his material and I really hope for more.

[rabidbite]

Sept 10, 2014 18:16:43 GMT -5 ntsheep said:

Just got done reading all these and I'm laughing my butt off! I think I'm also a little scared to realize that rabidbite and I have the same sense of humour. I once made a joke about my captain wanting to fire kitchen sinks and he has also. Their use of strange weapons is also uncanny. I hope he doesn't think I'm trying to rip off his material and I really hope for more.

I know for a fact there is at least 1 easter egg that isn't on this thread.

Can't even remember what it was about either.


rabid

[ntsheep]

If somehow in my deep searches of the forum I come across it, I'll let you know. Read all of the main Rabid Rabbit thread the other day and came looking for the eggs, found them all right here and enjoyed it greatly. Hope you get a chance to do some more, also patiently waiting for the return of the Cerberus CK story. God that was great! I know the TB's have always said ST and CK were different worlds but it's kind of hard not to think of a connection between them when CK has so many buildings named after ST things. I did put a little homage to Rabid Rabbit in my new ntsheep thread, I don't think no one has caught on yet.

[rabidbite]

Found it.

Jul 30, 2014 at 5:12pm Cg said:


Alright, alright. Console has it's place, I suppose.

Just like every other quadrant faction, slavery was a prevalent and every day reality of House Thulun. The great "House of Lions" was as inclined to treat the poor and the weak as chattel as everyone else. It simply had a very good PR department, and loads of hair gel.

Darvy Lerison was not exactly inclined to fantasies. He didn't ignore the world around him either. He knew that being a warehouse security guard for the Zarandian family meant he was guarding slaves. He didn't have pangs of guilt about the work. This was the Quadrant. Violence was a way of life. Slavery was the price of being taken.

... but perhaps he shouldn't have been playing console games when the pirates hit. Perhaps he might have avoided the entire situation that had him both terrified and confused. Perhaps he wouldn't be so afraid of the psychotic murderer which had just killed eight men and was busy trying to steal the gaming rig.

"P... please ... don't kill me!"

The man with the hockey mask turned around to look at him, "Shush you! This is tricky." The tone was humorous, even conversational. "You know, I can't remember the last time I played a console game?" The armored man turned a bit and continued fiddling with the cables and screen. A shoulder pad depicted a crazy looking rabbit doing unspeakable things to a carrot. "I think I'm almost done, Rupert. I can call you Rupert, right? It brings back fond memories. Rupert is the only guy that had me in stitches after he was in pieces. Now that is talent."

The pirate turned to regard Darvy, "Damn. You really do remind me ... of a Rupert." Under his arm was the BFG Biomex, Darvy's pride and joy. "Thank you for this thing Darvy. I will use it well." The psychotic nut briefly frowned when bits of gore, from Darvy's co-workers, stained the console. "I'll have to clean it after our little chat."

With those words the man settled in across from Darvy in a second chair which matched the one Darvy was currently nailed to. Blood dripped on to the floor. The nails were rusty.

"What ... do you want," he sobbed. "Please... what do you want..."

"Ten years ago, give or take a year, a man named Bonnie McMiller was processed through this facility. Where was he taken to?"

Darvy blinked in confusion, "T-Ten years ago? H-How am I supposed to r-remember!?"

The black and red hockey mask on the man's face had bloodstains on it, no ... not blood stains ... pieces of sheered off flesh. Shalun preserve ... was that a piece of scalp stuck to the cheek guard!?

"Oh come on Rupert! I'm not stupid. I can't possibly expect you to know details like that without help. Ha! What a kidder! I brought something to help you remember." A friendly slap on the shoulder punctuated the words. "Here."

CLUNK...

Darvy stared at the most unforgiving vicious looking chainsaw he'd ever seen. It was black, battered and stained with chain oil. Things that should never be stuck in the teeth of such a machine were stuck in the teeth of this particular machine. "Isn't she beautiful?" Rabid Rabbit smiled. "This baby never lets me down. Its better than a memory pill. People always seem to remember something sooner or later. Usually sooner."

Darvy pissed himself.

Alarmed at his distress, the Mad Rabbit leaned forward. He put a reassuring had on the man's shoulder. His words were kind, almost warm. His gaze purred sincerity.

"It's going to be ok."


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