GwG Episode #9 Panic Attack! She just did what? By Delfina The group of thugs looked around cautiously. They'd been hired by well, no one. Actually, they had taken this job on themselves, as well as a little incentive from someone named Mr. Sunshine. They were supposed to destroy anything harming a certain young lady, and then bring her back to their client. He had equipped them with a rutabaga, which he assured them would do the job; in other words, cause a really big explosion with lots of cool special effects. Glancing about, they took in the slowly regenerating Woodsy as well as Aika and Becky, getting to know one another on an entirely different basis than either of them had originally thought. Not being able to tell one girl from another, their comprehension level being low, they decided to take both of them, but first they must eliminate the evil looking creature with the green pool of ichor flowing back into its body. =============================================================== Random Data File Entry #90: Standard B.O.O.M. (Blast Order Of Manhattan) Thug (All statistics are rated from 1 to 10) Intelligence: 1 Age: 23 Reflexes: 3 Favorite Food: BBQ Ribs Technical: 7 Hobbies: Blowing stuff up Body: 3 Looks: 3 Charisma: 2 Cool: 2 Luck: Hasn't blown himself up yet Psi: 0 Weapons: Grenades, Bombs, Guns that go "dakka dakka dakka dakka..."....err, I was saying...anything loud Armor: Usually Not Enough Background: B.O.O.M.'s stated aim is to demolish the planet earth...just because the neurotic founder of B.O.O.M. (one Trevor McGregor) thinks it'd look cool. He is neurotic, after all. In preparation, a vast array of thugs has been hired to test out various explosive compounds on cars, buildings, and the occasional meddling superhero/superheroine. But not puppies. Definitely not puppies. (Trevor has a soft spot for 'em you see...) .... Err, as I was saying...they blow stuff up. Can be upgraded to the Thug Mark II - Improved version of the thug...upgrades include better aim, more muscles, and louder guns =============================================================== Princess Annikki, also known as Aki and Sailor Joy, was wandering, seemingly aimlessly. In fact, an internal compass that let her know where each member of the Sailor Team was located was guiding her. Currently, all of the Sailor's powers would be needed to help Aki recover, and so Princess Annikki headed for the nearest Sailor, which happened to be Becky. ============================================================== Becky was in shock. This was not who she wanted to have her first kiss with. Sailor Rapture was catatonic, mumbling something about the Prince of the City of Crystal Delight and how he was her destined true love, while BA-3 was analyzing the situation quickly and efficiently, ignoring the other two personalities. Taking this opportunity, BA-3 took complete control. Her first action was to kick Aika, hard, in the shins and push her away. "Mrph," Aika grunted, as she fell onto the ground. She pressed her fingers to her lips in shock and looked up at the cold face of Agent BA-3. "I'm so sorry Becky! It's just...my boyfriend...he's a she...and a kamen...and," she immediately starts sobbing. BA-3 is shoved out of the way and Becky takes over. She is now more confused than angry and embarrassed and is about to ask Aika what her problem is when she happens to notice the not very sneaky thugs trying to sneak upon the slowly recovering Woodsy, previously thought to have been injured beyond all hope of life. Turning to Aika briefly, she says, "If you ever kiss me again, I'll bust your caps, but for now, let's finish him off." Aika nods and pulls out her SIG - Sauer Model P266, moving to join Becky. The thugs seemed to be ignoring them and were intent upon their prey. One of them pulled out what appeared to be a large rutabaga. They then fiddled with it and threw it in front of Woodsy, all the while pumping Woodsy with shots from their SNS pistols. Aika paused to share a mutual glance of disgust with Becky upon seeing the crudely made Ruger Mark II's that were obviously of lesser quality and looked to be of Indo-Chinese manufacture. While they were busy looking in disgust, Woodsy very painfully reached down and picked up the litter that the thugs had thrown in front of him. Turning to them to give a lecture, he appeared very surprised when the rutabaga exploded with a variety of special effects, causing pieces of Woodsy to fly far and wide. "Woah," one thug said. "Cool explosion." "Like, Yeah!" replied thug two. "Say...aren't we supposed to be doing something?" asked thug three. "Ooh...like right, dude," said thug two, as he got out the rope to tie the girls up with. The said girls, not being either blind or dumb nor stupid, decided to object. "Sir, what exactly are you planning to do with that rope?" Becky asked, very politely, as she aimed her BFG at the thugs. She even fired a nice warning shot of green plasma at them, so they would understand exactly where she was coming from. They very predictably blanch. "Well, you see ma'am, we were just uhh...wanting to help you save the world from evil creatures like this!" "And exactly how does that involve tying us up?" Aika asked, aiming her pistol. "Now that I think about it, I don't need this rope. I've just remembered something fairly urgent I need to do." Thug three said, as he ran off, followed quickly by the others. Becky and Aika merely exchange glances, and shrug. Unbeknownst to them, a large chunk of Woodsy had landed near a cute little cat that was sleeping peacefully in the sunlight. While the noise of the guns and fighting had not woken it up, the slimy chunk of flesh that smacked it in the head did. Frowning, as only a cute little kitty can frown, the cat then began to carefully clean the clinging ichor off of its beautiful tabby coat. ============================================================== Random Data File Entry #366 Daemon Kitty (All statistics are rated from 1 to 10) Intelligence: 7 Age: 12 (in cat years) Reflexes: 8 Favorite Food: Human Milk. Blood Technical: 2 works in a pinch Body: 4 Hobbies: Acting sickeningly cute, Looks: 10 decapitating people at Charisma: 10 random. Cool: 7 Luck: 8 Psi: 2 Weapons: Cuteness Aura, Claws, Teeth, and a bad attitude Armor: 5 for summer coat, 3 for winter coat, 4 in between Background: Mutated into its current form by one of the many incarnations of Cthulu, this daemonic kitty now roams the streets acting adorable...alternating between batting about balls of yarn dangled in front of it by little old ladies...to decapitating these selfsame ladies and lapping up their blood. DANGEROUS IN THE EXTREME. DO NOT; I REPEAT DO NOT FEED THE DAEMON KITTY CAULIFLOWER IN ANY WAY, SHAPE OR FORM. YOU *WILL* REGRET IT ============================================================= The kitty's eyes flashed red as it gracefully leaped up and headed towards a nearby bingo parlor, where little old ladies could be heard gleefully calling out their winnings, or cursing over their losses. Once it entered the noises changed to "Here kitty, kitty, kitty..." and then screaming, and after that, only silence. The kitty walked nonchalantly out of the parlor and headed out, looking for its next victims. Author's Note - Well, I hope it wasn't too bad. Thanks to SirTificate for helping me out, and not letting me send the kitty to a nearby playground instead of the bingo parlor. And of course, thanks to everyone in the chatroom the other day who told me all I'd ever wanted to know about guns and more. Comments/criticisms/etc can be sent to delfina@texas.net