Date: Fri, 09 Feb 2001 23:31:31 -0500 From: Kyle To: Dalton Subject: [TGOD] It's done I completed [The Cleaners vs Chris], and it should be good. -- Kyle AIM: KyleJK82 WWW: The Imperial Navy Yard I'd say that a GCS is, being incredibly optimistic, equivalent to a Neb-B at best. The Neb-B's probably got the advantage with energy weapons, but the E-D's got torps. -Jonathan Boyd --------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Chris O'Farrell [Somewhere in orbit a 16some klick ship turns to bring its front to bear on the United States] 'Commence Primary ignition' -- From: Dalton Oh shit...*engages centerpoint station* -- From: Jonathan Boyd -- From: Phong Nguyen ::yawn:: ::teleports in and mallets the entire bridge crew of the Eclipse:: -- From: Chris 10 hours later, repowers up the superlaser with a big bump on head. For the SECOND time, commence primary ignition. -- From: Phong Nguyen Damn, I knew I should of hit those controls another time... (Meanwhile, Centerpoint Station's primary "weapon" snags the Eclipse and starts dragging it away). -- From: Chris O'Farrell And all of a sudden, from the ships PA, the 1st 4 bars of every Britnay Spears song blairs forth, and the overides are destroyerd. 'NOOOOOOO NOT AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!' -- From: Nathan Yates Then to the rescue comes swooping in the modified Corellian YT-1300 freighter _Trollkiller_, with Nathan Yates at the stick. From the ship's missile tubes launch shells which contain a virus designed to attack Paul Jaques' and Timothy Jones' exact genetic code. The Jones and Jaques clones are slowly turned into a fine bloody mess. From: Dalton Oh thank you, Trollkiller, you have saved my soul. *armies of TJ and PJ clones fall before the might of Yates* -- From: Dalton Chris O'Farrell wrote: > Dalton wrote: > > Phong Nguyen wrote: > > > And of course, the Imperators we got off of Imperial Starfleet > > > Surplus. Damned good deal :) > > > > Were those the ones accidentally classified as comlinks? > > > Either way you can sure reach out and touch somebody............... *grin* *ring ring* Phone for you. -- From: Chris O'Farrell *House vanishes in blaze of green plasma* Kwool FX shot of escape pod reaching escape velocity 'Damm you Dalton.....................!' -- From: Dalton Muhahaha. *whips out a Visa* It's everywhere you want to be!! *charges a BDZ to Chris's account* -- From: Phong Nguyen So that's who stole the defective escape pod. Serves him right. ::mallets Dalton:: You fool! Do you know how much money we spent cleaning and repainting that Imperator! You just *had* to go out in deep space and get it dirty! Do you know how much money it costs to paint a warship Crimson Red instead of Imperial White? ::watchs Dalton recover from the Beating:: Oh, we're getting a shipment of BoydGrunts. They're the earlier models from Gettysburg, but they're veterans and in excellent condition. I also think that we're going to need some Greek Fire; HIT-MAN mentioned something about a barbeque. -- From: Dalton Hah. HEY! OW! *becomes adamant* No. Why don't you tell me, Mr Economist? *grunt* Where are they being shipped to? I hope one of the more secure ports. Last time they had anti-Baron graffiti scrawled all over them. As for the Greek Fire, I can pick some up from Cleaner Base 00423. I take it I have to pick up a few hundred Ewoks, too? -- From: Chris O'Farrell 'I have done IT! My master weapon. A super forcefield that will render all BBQ's inert. With this, I SHALL HAVE REVENGE. [Continues muttering insanly while pod tumbles through space] -- From: Dalton I doubt you'd want to ruin one of Hit-Man's BBQs. -- From: Chris O'Farrell Suddenly it happens. As the clearers are enjoying their first day in several years drinking and eating ewoks, a small ship lands unoticed on the other side of the clearing. A figure makes its way towards the BBQ, an absolutly insane look in his eye from drifting through space for five days while the defective comm unit over an over kept playing the first four bars of each britney spears song ever released over and over. A small object arcs towards the pit where Hit-Man is conversing with Dalton and Shepard over the various was to roast an ewok and with a crack hiss, a containment forcefield extinguised the BBQ and the lunch that had been lovingly prepared by the Lt for the last two hours. As the clearers stood absolutly speachless, a rore came from the other side of the clearing and with even more unbelief, they watched as the Fearmaster (which had been parked there) came to life and blasted skyward. In the cockpit, a person who no longer beared any resebelence to Chris O'Farrell (except in the way he looked) cackled as the ship reached the edges of the gravity well and he engaged the hyperdrive. After disabling the intruder defence systems, he took a look through the ship, he discovered to even more delight that he had taken their whole stash of beer with him. Revenge was sweet. - From: Dalton Oh shit. Hit-Man, care to take the wheel? -- From: Graeme Dice Unfortunately for O'Farrell, Lord Graeme had been planning to attend the BBQ, and when he noticed that the Fearmeister had left the planet and was not responding to hails, he immediately captured it in his worldships tractor beam and had the ship boarded. O'Farrell was thrown into custody, Lord Graeme arrived on planet, and the BBQ began once again. -- From: Chris O'Farrell Laughing even more manicaly as his ship plunged through hyperspace, Chris with glee knew his plan had worked perfectly. The small ship he had taken down to the planet was a replica of the Fearmaster, though only on the outside. It had nothing in common with it on the inside. Preprogramed, it took off one minuite after he had and as expected Lord Graeme had arived and took it down with a clone with no brain on board. As expected, the cleaners had taken several gigatons worth of firepower and taken down the forcefield, BUT HE STILL HAD THEIR BEER. Hit-Mans own brew. The clearers would settle for nothing less- Wait a second. As the lunacy started to recede, he fully realised he had now become the worst enemy of the most ruthless and dark person in both the galaxys that now existed. 'WHAT THE KRIFF HAVE I DONE!!!!' he yelled as his ship plunged though hyperspace -- From: Phong Nguyen Suddenly, the Dominator-class DD Enforcer pulled Chris out of hyperspace with its massive gravity-well projecters. Holding it in place with tractor beam projects and knocking out her shields, a few certain people teleported to the small craft. [insert giant facefaults appearing on everyone's faces] A certain Sailor Moon teleported into the ship. Without even making an Angry Speech, she confiscated the beer, promptly vaporized to aft portion, including life support, the engines and hyperdrive and teleported out. The Enforcer jumped to hyperspace in the direction of the barbeque. Along with some very drunk Sailor Senshi. BWAHAHAHAHA. -- From: Chris O'Farrell Well? I have not seen him post in a while. And I have not witnesed any- -wait- Yep there was just a 20GT explosion somewhere in South East Asia. -- From: LT.Hit-Man Well well well what do we have here -- From: Phong Nguyen Mr. O'Farrell attempted to steal a new Heavy Corvette that Mr. Boyd recently commissioned into the Cleaner Fleet. Despite a severe mauling, he did escape. Earlier, he also attempted to shut down one of your barbeques. -- From: Chris O'Farrell But I gave the Fearmister back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -- From: Phong Nguyen Oh yes, and he stole the Fearmeister. -- From: Chris O'Farrell Actualy I did steal it and their beer, But thats all in the past right? -- From: LT.Hit-Man >> >> Mr. O'Farrell attempted to steal a new Heavy Corvette that Mr. >> Boyd >> >> recently commissioned into the Cleaner Fleet. Despite a severe >> >> mauling, he did escape. Ick well that's not too good. >> >> Earlier, he also attempted to shut down one of your barbeques. Ah well we all have a rained out bqq's now and then. >> >But I gave the Fearmister back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Say what? >> Yeah, but you still tried to steal it! >Actualy I did steal it and their beer, WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >But thats all in the past right? Wrong wrong you're so wrong Ohhhh now ya gone done piss me off. I don't give a shit about the modded corvette but no one and I mean NO ONE KRIFF'S WITH MY SHIP AND LIVES!!!! I hope you have you'er tombstone picked out coffin breath -- From: Chris O'Farrell [Points ESD towards nearest black hole and engages the hyperdrive] -- From: Jonathan Boyd You're not getting away that easily. At the edge of the Solar system, Cleaner 2 decloaks with the entire Lump Club onboard. Their combined mass is more than sufficient to bring the ESD out of hyperspace. Before its shields can be raised, Cleaner 3 decloaks, spraying the bridge with ion cannon fire. Adrift and defenceless, the might battleship is unable to resist as Cleaner 5 and the Fearmeister enter the landing bay. -- From: "Chris O'Farrell" At which point, from the starboard hanger bays, facing away from the enraged Cleaners, a sleak and small ship of a custom design, but obvesiously inspired by the Federation breaks free in an explosion of track reflective shroud, beaking into slipstream, accelerating far beyond hyperdrive...towards another galaxy. -- From: iceberg3k And runs smack into Cleaner 5. "You didn't think we were going to let you go that easily, did you? Heave to or be hu... Hell with it, be hulled anyway. Secondary batteries, fire!" The secondary guns of Cleaner 5 lash out and penetrate the hull of the small craft, triggering its emergency engine core jettison feature. "Enemy craft disabled. Gunners cease fire. Cleaner 5 to other Cleaners, we've got 'im." -- From: Jonathan Boyd Think there'll be much left of him after the Lt gets through with him? He seemed so keen on taking Cleaner 3 that I thought I'dgive him a little ride. An external tour of the ship, Without a space suit. While we re-enter the atmosphere. -- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Hitting the full fusion reserves, the defensive shields poped up around the small craft, though at their level of strength they would only hold off the engraged commandos for a few mins. Abandoning the smoke filled cockpit, Chris made his way to the room directly behind the command center where a hidden compartment opened. Inside was a long range dominion transporter, and he activated it beaming almost three light years to a small, long range shuttle hidden in a dense nebula, where any sensors short off telapathy would be useless. As he drifted inside the orange and red cloud, he admited to himself that despite the fact that THEY had started it, hitting back at the Cleaners had not perhaps been the smartest thing to do. Still they WERE after him. So he hit a button on his console sending an unjamable hypercom signal back to his ESD. In the center of the great ship, a 50 ton antimatter charge stood. And on its small access panel, a series of lights changed from red to green and the number 10 appeared. Which changed to 9 And 8 -- From: iceberg3k Re: Plans for Type-C Shadow Imaging Device model CL-34N-3RZ. Transmission complete. Use protocol Theta-29-C-A4 to decrypt. -- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Drifting inside the nebula, the comm board pinged indicating a high priority transmission had been intercepted. Running it through the decripting algorithims he had taken from Hit-Man's fighter, a match was found. Theta-29-C-A4. Interesting..... -- From: Phong Nguyen First of all, just because you have the algorithm does not mean you can decrypt a message instantly. Reading the decrypt, he found something rather odd: COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK COMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCKCOMSTOCK Here's a picture of your grave, foolish one. Your location is now being transmitted as you read this message. -- From: "Chris O'Farrell" At anyrate, as he realised the tracer was going out, he engaged the cloaking device and accelerated to just over warp one, relocating to another position in the nebula which extended for over seventy light years -- From: Phong Nguyen ::yawn:: LTCMDR Nguyen promptly disabled the detonation device and offloaded the obscene amounts of antimatter. And now the Cleaners have a new warship. You apparently forgot my background with the Cleaners, didnt ya? -- From: "Chris O'Farrell" Frowning, he decided he would do it the old fashioned way. All over the ESD, sirens blared over an impending breach of the hypermatter reactor. The ship started to shake as the containment room attempted to hold in the hyperspace tap, failing, failing. The ESD _Big-Shot_ had aproxamently three seconds of life left. -- From: iceberg3k "I've got his tracer. Cleaners 2 and 4, go do your stuff." Capt. Iceberg handed a manila envelope to Boyd. "Here are the real blueprints." -- From: Kyle Kyle, signaled Iceberg. "I'm in the area, the LT seems to be busy I'll fly cover." With that he accelerated to attack speed and fired a full salvo at O'Farrell. eight laser cannons went to max fire and four pro-torps were quad salvoed from his launchers. Then a small puff was seen from the underside of his fighter and the ship took off at full speed... -- From: Crayz9000 In the cockpit of the heavily modified H-wing (a hybrid design taking the best elements of the TIE Interceptor and X-wing), Crayz9000 powered up his remote slicer. It was the most powerful piece of equipment available, and was bolstered by the miniature solar ionization reactor carried onboard the starfighter. It bypassed the top-level command codes on the ESD _Big Shot_ by using one of the Emperor's backdoors, and sent the command to the ESD's main computer to shut down the hypermatter reactor and all solar ionization reactors. The Star Destroyer's reactor systems fluctuated for a second, then shut down, leaving the ship dead in space. The main computer was still running, though, and so he commanded it to go into a Level-1 maintence routine, effectively blinding the ship. Now with the ship was both dead and blind, Chris O'Farell could not do a thing about it, as the backdoor code automatically locked out all main and override command codes. The half-million crewers on board the _Big Shot_ breathed a sigh of relief, even though the ship was pitch black. -- From: Chris O'Farrell" Curving into a tight right hand dive, the rear quad Defiant style phaser cannons obtained a positive lock on the smaller snubfighter brackating the small craft with a hail of ruby darts. As he attempted to dodge the blizard of shots comming at him, Kyle's missile alarm sounded as a pair of gloden streaks lept from Chris's aft launchers...followed by another pair...and another. -- From: Chris O'Farrell For the third time his overide codes were flatley rejected by the _Big Shots_ systems. The Cleaners had obvesiously locked out his codes somehow. Well if he could not vape the Eclipse, he would turn it into scap. He entered in a new sequence. As the Cleaners corvetes came into dock, a powerful signal was received by the Big Shot, activating computers independent of the main system. Two thousand Quantem torpedoes planted twenty meters under the hull of the Star Destroyer started detonating from the bow back. Thousands of tons of ship were vaporised in releases of zero point energy and thousands more brok en free. Black armour went spinning off into the night followed by air as explosive decompresions sent the debris flying out. The explosions rapidly started advancing towards the hanger bay where teh Cleaners strike team was starting dock... -- From: Phong Nguyen The corvettes immediately ran for their lives, easily outrunning the explosion. Cursing O'Farrell, they vowed to destroy him. Jumping to Kyle's last location -- From: Phong Nguyen Suddenly, a group of covettes plowed into the area, showering O'Farrell's warship with plasma bolts. Cleaner 3 surged forward and began broadsiding the ship, while Cleaner 2 & 4 unleashed their mighty jamming systems, ensuring no transports would be taking place. Cleaner 3 used her ion cannon, disabling the ship while Cleaner 1 moved in, connecting with her docking port and pouring forth highly pissed off Cleaners. Meanwhile, Kyle stopped maneuvering as the missiles lost lock when Cleaner 2 & 4 began jamming. He then began Combat Air Patrol around the zone. -- From: iceberg3k Cleaner 5 got in what licks she could, being optimized for ground support rather than fleet combat. "Remember, we have to take him alive." "Why's that?" "BECAUSE I WANT TO KILL 'IM!!!!" -- From: Kyle Chris then heard a noise behind him... He looked, and screamed. It had been a trap, the puff from under the X-Wing had been Kyle launching himself at O'Farrells ship. He now stood there in full MI armor with the insignia of Rico's Roughnecks on the shoulder. He spoke, "O'Farrell, don't even think of moving" I've got a laser aimed at your head and a flechette launcher covering you. The rest of my weapons are on auto defense." O'Farrell just nodded very slowly, as Knopf sent his signal, "This Is Knopf, I've got the prisoner, come on board" -- From: iceberg3k Five minutes later... Captain Iceberg grinned at the prisoner. It was a feral grin - all teeth, no humor. The kind of grin one most definitely did NOT want one's captors giving him. "And now, Mr. O'Farrell, you will tell me exactly WHY you saw fit to scorch the paint of my corvette." He turned to an assistant. "Get me a pair of scissors, a jar of sand aaaaaand a blowtorch." -- From: Crayz9000 Back in the cockpit of the H-wing, Crayz9000 noticed that the energy readings were going off the scale, consistent with thousands of detonations all over the ship. He pulled the starfighter around, shoved the throttle to max, and engaged the hyperdrive, jumping out one light-year. When he pulled out of hyperspace, he saw a cloud of flaming debris where the _Big Shot_ had been. How did Chris do that? he wondered. I locked out the main computer- he must have started it on manual. Damn, it almost cost the Cleaners their lives. And me, too. If Chris is still alive, there's going to be hell to pay. -- From: Cyborg Stan of CyKoLaJx, Inc. Then, three blocks of cheese unceremoniallsy popped out of nowhere. "What the kriff is this?" "It's Cyborg Stan acting up again." "Again? I thought we locked that luny up!" "Not good enough." Suddenly the cheese lunged, trying to engulf their heads....... thunder crackled..... a woman screams, just like in a black and white B-rated horror film...... -- From: Chris O'Farrell Hmmm. Ummmmm. In their overconfidence, the Cleaners had not bothered to do more then a breif search for weapons, now that he was onboard, they naturaly disarmed their powerful Koysnair jaming systems. As soon as they did however, the long range transporter on his ship flagship, the USS Insult was able to get a clean lock on the transponder implanted into his body and he as he started to disapate in a Quantem mist, he could not help but say 'Its a bloody ugly corvette anyway!' He say the Cleaners enraged attempt to fire his blowtorch, but the plasma mearly wen't straight through his body. As he remateralised on his heavily c ustomised Soverign class Federation Crusier, he put the final stage of his plan into action As the Cleaners had chased him halfway accross the galaxy, they had left the greatest prize of all uncovered. Thanks to the slipstream drive on his ship, in half an hour, he would have the greatest prize of all. [moving to the TGOD thread I set up now] -- From: Chris O'Farrell Subject: [TGOD: Me vrs the Cleaners] It says it all. Come on you bunch of highly trained killers! I'll take none of you on! Total so far Me: One stolen T/D W Bear, returned more or less intact. One BBQ delayed for a few hours. One CRV computers attempted hack. One CRV's paint job scorched (dorsal side only) Them One Eclipse Class SD, scrap One escape ship, scrap One Heavy transport, W Cloak, Warp, Hyperdrive, Heavy firepower RUNNING SCARED. -- From: iceberg3k As well you should be scared. If I catch you, you are dead in ways you never imagined. Many times over. -- From: Phong Nguyen NO YOU FOOL! Don't kill him. On the verge of death dump him in industrial-concentrated bacta. Then proceed to Step 2. -- From: iceberg3k What, you think I'd throw away a new toy so easily? >;) -- From: iceberg3k "Death" of a thousand paper cuts is a bit inaccurate. I'm not going to kill him. There is a fine difference between "kill" and "horribly maim." -- From: Chris O'Farrell Briliant! Though the cleaners are going to somewhat upset to find out what I put intp their salad bars :) -- From: Dalton We've all been immunized to that particular strain of explosive diarrhea. -- From: Phong Nguyen Already desensetized to said substance. ::twaps Chris with a Giant Spatula & the Mallet of Doom Mk. II:: -- From: Chris O'Farrell Enough with the Mallet of Doom already! The nanoprobes are still repairing the leftover damage from the last time! -- From: Phong Nguyen Fine then. ::begins beating him with a copy of the Silence Glaive*:: ::then begins beating him with the giant spatula:: ::then subjects him to akane's & c-ko's cooking:: * weapon capable of destroying a planet. also used as a normal glaive. second most powerful weapon in sailor moon. -- From: Chris O'Farrell FOOL! You can't destroy me with such puny weapons. Why? Well because thats a hologram remember? The real me is currently running for my life -- From: Phong Nguyen You know, the Cleaners have anime on our side. And a rather ridiculous amount of conventional scifi technology. And the Force. We will track you down and you shall fall. You shall be subjected to torture imaginable (I don't think there's much unimaginable, anyways). You cannot win. I have learned patience. Remember, I was here before the R&R (ex-FAQ). I have fought against the likes of TOWNMNBS. I have reviewed fanfics without causing mass destruction. You shall fail, insolent one. -- From: Pablo Sanchez Keep running. I'm getting a bead. -- From: "Chris O'Farrell Wakes up 20 hours later with one HELL of a headache. Injects nanoprobes modified to deliver pure painkillins to many bumps on head. Stumbles towards either door to room or airlock. -- From: Phong Nguyen Chris opens the door to the room...only to be met with JarJar Binks and a dozen clones. Screaming, he runs to the airlock only to find it a fake, totally nonoperational (and holographic to boot). -- From: Crayz9000Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars He then runs down to the hanger bay, only to be confronted with the Gungans again. He jumps over and runs for Cleaner 3, clambering inside the main boarding hatch. As soon as he's in, the anti-intruder defenses recognize his body chemistry, and knock him out with a 50,000 terawatt blast of high-current energy. -- From: Chris O'Farrell 24 times he had tried to get up and make it further into the Cleaner III. 24 times he had been zapped and fell down. But each time he had made some headway to the end of the enteryway, where the defence zapper ended. Of course, many of the Cleaners in their comming and going had trampled all over him not even seeing him, their stormtrooper boots cracking his ribs and causing that nanoprobes to go and fix them up...in time for the next cracking. But that was in the past, and with a final dive,.he made it out of the enterence to the starboard walkway a bolt of energy moving over his head. Quickly overiding the intruder defences, he made his way to the secondary command center in order to avoid more surprises Phong had installed. The darkened command center came to life as it detected his enterence and he grinned. All he had to do was slice Phongs security.... [10 hours later] 'AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' 'GIVE ME THE GODAMM CODES' His attempts to bypass the legendery slicers security had been somewhat limited. He had been able to get into all but the last layer. It was like it was plated with the equivilant of a klick of pure Neutronium. He had to get it soon. He could see on the viewscreen a swarm of Jar-Jar's were moving towards the ship, tripping over and falling as they came.. -- From: Phong Nguyen Warning. Unauthorized Access Attempted. Initating Anti-Intruder Defense System. Level I. Suddenly, the music of Lynn Minmei began blaring out towards Chris. -- From: Chris 'Oh god, not again' Chris mumbled under his breath. However his time he had come prepared. Presasing a button on his combat suit, a headpiece swung down and cut off all sound with a null field. He had learned from his past 2 mistakes. He turned back to the control board and within seconds bypassed the last security checkpoints. 'HAHAHA' he insanly cackled, deciding the sound lacked something in the small space. And he reached for the switch which would either cause the docking clamps to unlock, or sound a full intruder alert. -- From: Phong Nguyen And immediately tripped over a random cable bundle. Looking left, he saw 5000 Omaha Ewok Steaks. Looking to the right, he saw a dozen Boyd Grunts. And looking up, he saw Lt. HIT-MAN, armed with a cheesegrated and lightsabre. Ten hours later, Chris was forced into a Holodeck. And I have one word: Overfiend. -- From: Chris O'Farrell As soon as the doors shut, he hit the recall button on his vest and the Dominion long range transporter activated, recalling him more or less (mostly less) intact to his scrap of an Eclipse class Star Destroyer, the _BigShot_, and imediatly he fell into a bacta tank for the next week learning that pissing of the cleaners had perhaps not been the wisest thing to do. He decided that he would not from this point attack the Cleaners, and try to make peace with them. After his bionic hands were bonded of course. -- -- From: iceberg3k > Don't look now, but the second you come out of quantum slipstream, you've got four enraged Cleaner corvettes on your tail again... -- From: Chris O'Farrell [WARNING:WARNING:WARNING] Unknown hypercomm signal detected. 'Locate' On the holographic screen in front of him, a wireframe of his ship came into view. A cluster of blinking lights shone on the secondary hull, on the shuttlebay door. Hitting a few commands on the LCARS console next to him, he overode and manualy explosivly decompresed the main shuttlebay. Several of the beacons were blown off into normal space but the last remained. A complication, but he would be at his destination at least four hours before they could hope to catch up with hyperdrives. -- From: Kyle Kyle stalked the halls of Cleaner 5. He'd just finished maintenance on his armor, the first thing he did was replace the grenades from the integral grenade launcher with a new nerve gas grenade using a toxin called, NRWD. It was the single most vile and illegal poison in the universe, Kyle never went anywhere without at least a liter of it. Everything else was in top shape, he was ready to teach O'Farrell a lesson. It would be one of epic proportions, but first he needed to repair his starfighter... -- From: Chris O'Farrell A rip in spacetime opened with a flash of blue light, a sleak and heavily modified Soverign class starship streaked back into realspace from the twisting blue light of slipstream. Ahead of it was a large structure. A space station, more or less a large hanger bay. The internal docking port was just large enough to take in the starship, and after blowing the the spacedoors sealed with a large red Imperial symbol, he manouvered inside, easily disabaling the few defences scatered around. Working quickly, Chris (or the insane thing inside Chris) began to transport materials off Cleaner Base AQ-78 as fast as possible. The many personal and cargo transporters that were installed cycled as fast as possible. In just three minuites, the storerooms had been stripped dry, and he back away before raising shields and comming about. He set a course for the systems G type star and accelerated to warp four. In seconds he entered high orbit dropping his speed back. However as he did so, a task force jumped out of Hyperspace near the base. A group of 4 corvettes, a modified Tie Defender and something that tentivaly identified as a H-Wing. All of them imediatly turned towards him and accelerated, the T/D in front. He chuckled and tapped in a series of keys on his console and seventy two fighters pelted out of the back of the 'Insane' and turned towards the oncomming fighter. And for the final stage of his plan, he engaged the metaphasic shields on his ship and descended into the stars carona to an insanely close range of just over two klicks. Then he methodicaly started to transport the cargo liberated from the Cleaners base out a few meters from his ship where they drifted towards the metaphasic boundry where they would be consumed, before opening a commlink to the oncomming fleet. 'Behold you have failed. I have stolen your Cleaners brand special beer, the last supply of it in either galaxy. You will-' He did notice out of the corner of his eye that the T/D suddenly jump forward in a blaze of SLAM's- '-watch as it is consumed by the fire of this star-' The T/D was *VERY* much moving now- '-as a leason to you all about defective escape pods and BDZ's.' Chris smiled as he saw that the first quater of the beer was already vaporised, and the next batch moving to join it. However, understandably the rest of the Cleaners were moving closer at a very fast rate. Hit decided to give himself all the advantages he could. He activated all 100 of the destroyer droids on his ship and revived the Yalsamari from stasis, enough to cover the ship in a force null zone, with extra around the bridge of course. He smiled as the Tie Defender hit the droid fighters in a blaze of laser fire. -- From: Chris O'Farrell Which are promptly blown back into space as they run down the hallway on the outside of the ship though the fake wall opening and sending the dark squad streaking into earth orbit due to the explosive decompresion. After wathcing them 'leave' and counting them all out, Chris raised the defence shields of his ship, and turned arouond to face the cleaner 5, setting the weapons array to target the area where he had scorched the paint a little while ago and let the phaser and turbolaser arrays lose. -- From: Kyle He then hears a voice come from behind him "I wouldn't do that if I were you.." The next thing Chris knows he's lying on the ground with both legs amputated by a particle beam and his right hand was sliced off by a quick laser strike. "you have three choices, you can kill yourself, I can kill you, or you can wait for the rest of the cleaners to get here and kill you. So what's or your choice?" Chris glanced over at an internal sensor screen he had only fifteen seconds till the remainder of the Cleaners reached him, and Cleaner Five stood ready to blow up his ship now that Kyle had lowered the shields, Cleaner Five had already disabled the hyperdrive, sublight drive, targeting systems and shield projectors. -- From: iceberg3k Cleaner Five's clearly insane Captain Iceberg ordered, "Bring the ship about and set for RAMMING SPEED." "Ramming speed? But we've never..." "What is this, Star Trek? Ramming speed, now!" The corvette streaked for Chris's ship and at the last moment pulled her nose slightly up and rolled over, thundering inverted over the other vessel's surface, dropping precise medium turbolaser and quadlaser fire onto its unshielded surface. "What's that?" asked Chris. Captain Iceberg was straddling the hull of his ship, dressed as a cowboy, seemingly unconcerned with the lack of atmosphere, riding his vessel like he was riding a bucking bronco, shouting, "YEEEEEEEEE HAW!!!" (Author's note: Slim Pickins, eat your heart out!) Then, Chris blinked and the ridiculous vision vanished, replaced with the grim reality of his ship's unprotected hull getting pounded to bits by the turbolasers of Cleaner 5. Iceberg pulled out a heavy laser rifle, set it on continuous beam, and fired away at Chris's ship, etching the words, "CLEANER FIVE" onto its hull. -- From: Chris O'Farrell 'ALPHA FIVE KYNESDIE TANGO' Chris shouted out and before Kyle could do anything, he was transpoted back to ASVS on the surface along with Iceberg. With both legs and a hand gone, it was going to be difficult to piolt the ship, but he could manage. Raising the shields and restoring all command functions to normal (grateful for the nanoprobes that had promply blocked out the pain in his CNS) he was able to target the CV as it came around for another pass and let lose with a combination turbolaser / phaser salvo. Green bolts shot out from the modified Soverign class cruiser's primary hull, splatering accross the shields of the smaller corvette weakaning them enough so that the powerful XII phasers lanced through the weakened section and carved a smiling face into the dorsal hull, the hot alloys glowing red against the darkened hull, an evil face glaring back. Laughing, chris instructed the computer to set a course out of the system at warp 9.9 and watched as the ship jumped into high warp, the rainbow smears of light streaking past. -- From: iceberg3k Iceberg ran down Cleaner Five's ramp, swearing like a longshoreman. "I see this is going to take some heavy artillery. Wait here until I send the signal, will you guys?" Iceberg's XO nodded solemnly, as the captain put on a pressure suit. "I'm gonna find that bastard and cut his arms and legs off with a beam sabre. He walked on to find the Wing Gundam Zero warming up. Heero Yuy was standing next to it. "Bring her back safely." "Hey, remember who's paying to have a hyperdrive installed on it." "If you don't bring it back in good condition, I'll kill you." "Same old Heero." Wing Zero practically leaped into the sky. "O'Farrell... Omae o korosu," muttered its pilot, entering hyperdrive.