Nabiki Section #2
Quincy followed Dr. Watson as she led him through the new
GENOM Special Projects Division Building. Dr. Irene Watson was tall
and thin, with copper rimmed spectacles obscuring her brown eyes and
short brown hair in a neat business woman's cut. She wore a long lab
coat over her Armani suit, as she couldn't afford to get chemical stains
on
it. "I take it you've finally made the crucial breakthrough?"
She nodded. "If you give the go-ahead, the first test of the
main objective of the TESLA project will start as soon as possible. We
finally managed to find where that one bug was coming from."
"Where?" He dodged a gofer as the young lad ran by him,
oblivious to the fact that he had almost run into the most powerful man
in the world.
"Dr. Holmes kept leaving his half-eaten cheese sandwiches in the
bathroom, and it was attracting bugs." Stopping at one of the many
doors in the metal lined corridor, she punched in a keycode, then stared
into the retinal reader.
"Identity confirmed," the door said. It slid open.
Quincy blinked. "What, cockroaches?"
She turned and sighed. "Sorry, sir. It was a joke."
"Ahh. I won't have you killed."
She paled.
Quincy laughed heartily. "Sorry, Dr. Watson. It was a joke."
He followed her into the laboratory.
*********
Sylia shook her head. The hallucinogens must have kicked in
again, she thought. Or whatever has been making me act so strangely
today. I actually thought I talked to Largo and then Linna had trained
pigs and...
Looking around, she saw that it was just her and Priss and Macky
up in the KnightWing. In fact, she had hallucinated that Priss had been
flying it when Priss wasn't qualified to do so. How did we pick up Macky
with the plane?
She shook off her worries. "Take us back to Ladysmith 633,
Priss. We need to find out what the others have learned." {I can't
believe I hallucinated myself having a crush on Largo} she thought. {Red
haired harridan? Yeesh.}
*************
Nene sat at her desk at the ADPolice HQ, busily hacking into
various files. Besides finding Bill Gates' Private Online Diary, which
she could sell for a hefty sum, she had also found some useful
information on the TESLA project. Sylia would be pleased, while GENOM
would be wondering who had hacked into their mainframe from Zimbabwe.
Especially since she had used the President of Zimbabwe's email account.
After patting herself on the back, she sat back for a
well-deserved snack break. Thus, since she was busy munching on
Cheetos, she failed to notice the person coming up behind her...
****************
Ukyou section #2
It was the okonomiyaki chef from the restaurant she had gone to
earlier in the day. Nene blinked. "Didn't you die?"
"My husband and I were taking the day off, so we put our LMDs in
charge of the restaurant. With them dead, though, we had to go back to
work. Anyway, I'm here making a delivery. Can you tell me where to
find Leon McNichol?"
"What's an LMD?"
"Life Model Decoy. Specialized Boomers you use to impersonate
yourself when you're in danger. Mega-Tokyo is so dangerous these days
that we buy them by the boatload. Anyway, I came to report that I think
the Maohanten Chinese Restaurant, which is run by a Chinese Triathalon,
sent those boomers. They left takeout menus from it all over my shop."
Nene nodded. "I'll tell Chief Todo." That would explain why we
started talking in Chinese pigdin right before they showed up.
When Nene reported it to Chief Todo, he said, "The Chinese
Triathalons! We've been trying to find their Mega-Tokyo headquarters!
I'm going to send out a heavy weapons squad to deal with the site. In
fact, better yet..."
He quickly got on the phone and dialed up the USSD. "General
Moto? I need a laser strike at these coordinates..."
*************
The evil purple haired bimbo, the fanatical ramen addict who
was the commander of the particular Chinese Triathalon (a secret criminal
society that had originally been founded to overthrow the Chinese emperor
by winning the Olympics) that was based in the Maohanten sat and cackled
over her menu. "Through use of passion spice and MSG, Bimbo's Ramen
will soon destroy the minds of every man in Mega-Tokyo! Then Bimbo
will force them all to marry her!
AiyaAiyaAiyaAiyaAiyaAiyaAiyahahahahaha!"
Her mindless minion, Duck Boy, grovelled at her feet, kissing
her toes. "Your lips are so sweet!" His vision wasn't too good.
Then a cleansing white light shone down from heaven,
obliterating the purple haired Bimbo and the entire Chinese Triathalon in
an instant.
And all was well in the world.
************
Sylia sat and waited for the various intelligence reports to
come in. While she waiting, she began working out the design for a new
weapon for Priss' next hardsuit, which would fire small spatulas. <I
can't believe I didn't think of this as a weapon before,> she thought.
Visiting the okonomiyaki shop had inspired her like never before. She
munched on a yummy mini-okonomiyaki snack while her drafting work
continued.
Macky ran in. "I've got urgent news for you, sis!"
Sylia looked up. "What is it?"
**********
Shampoo's Section #2
"Aiyah!" Mackie wailed in despair. "Is very bad news!
Coroner report that body of chef in okonomiyaki shootout
human!"
"Then it not LMD?" Sylia said, taken aback.
"No such thing as LMD," Mackie confirmed. "And 'Chinese
Triathalon not criminal organization, but benevolent Chinese
athletic association!"
"Aiyah! Then we have innocent Chinese restaurant
slagged?" Sylia gasped in horror.
Mackie glumly nodded.
"Oops."
Mackie glumly nodded.
Sylia frowning, trying to think. Thinking was hard, much
harder than simply acting, but unfortunately it was
occasionally necessary.
She thought harder. Tiny puffs of smoke emerged from
her ears.
"If real okonomiyaki hag head," she finally ventured,
"Then who I talk to?"
"Is good question," Mackie replied.
Sylia snapped her fingers. "Have got it! Is evil boomer
double!" She scowled. So, try to trick her, would they?
"I give evil boomer kiss of death!"
***
All four of the Knight Sabers assembled outside the
filthy little okonomiyaki joint, arrayed in hardsuits concealed
between heavy clothing.
"We just rush store, kill everyone?" Priss inquired.
Sylia shook her head. "We walk in, listen, watch, then kill
everyone."
Nodding in approval, the four strode boldly into the
greasy little den.
Sylia had been vaguely worried that the bulky raincoats,
ski masks, mufflers, earmuffs, gloves, galoshes, scarves, and
ponchos they were wearing to hide the hardsuits would attract
suspicion, especially since it was a cloudless day in the
middle of July. But this didn't seem to be a problem, because
most of the patrons of the grimy little cafe were dressed in
similar fashion.
They all seemed to be... waiting for something.
"Aiyah," Linna whispered. "Something not right here."
Priss glanced over at the person standing closest to her,
who appeared to have four arms and a chest cannon hidden
under a LL Bean raincoat. "Priss think you right."
The mutter of somehow mechanical conversation trailed
off as the okonomiyaki chef entered the room. Leaping atop the
grill, she surveyed the room with an evil sneer.
"Close the door," she instructed. The portals were quickly
closed, and shades were drawn down over the window.
"Be at ease," the villainous chef said.
Assorted bits of clothing fell to the ground.
Nene glanced around at the hordes of combat and
industrial boomers filling the room, and tried not to wet
herself.
"Comrades!" the chef said, one eye glowing with an
inhuman red light. "I, U-K-O23, address you in the name of our
glorious brotherhood!"
A mechanical cheer went up.
"Our glorious plan to contribute to the demise of
humanity is proceeding perfectly! As you know, food is most
important to human health... and the best food available is that
served by Chinese restaurants! Hence, our strategy is twofold -
to destroy all the hantens in Megatokyo, and replace them with
filthy, unnourishing, plague-carrying okonomiyaki pits! Soon
the foolish humans will be too weak from malnutrition and
disease to resist us!"
"Aiyah!" Sylia breathed. "Is diabolical!"
"We shall cram our disgusting heaps of okonomiyaki down
their throats until they choke!" cried U-K-O23 triumphantly.
The assembled boomers applauded madly, some shooting off a
few rounds into the ceiling.
"What we do?" Linna whispered.
Priss grinned. "Is simple." Turning, she waved at the
leader. "Heyah, U-K-O23!"
The automation turned, stained tights sloppily concealing
the overstuffed padding of the legs. "Yes? Who are you?"
"U-K-O23, Priss KILL!" the Knight Saber shouted
gleefully, firing a suit-mounted rocket directly at the
okonomiyaki pusher.
There was an explosion, a roar, and then the robotic head
of the chef tumbled across the room to land at Priss's feet. She
picked it up, and gave it a quick peck on the cheek.
"Priss give you Kiss of Death," she muttered. "Better late
than never."
The other three Sabers, meanwhile, were opening fire on
the massed boomers at point-blank range, sending chaingun
rounds ripping through the unprepared robots. While deadly,
they were slow, and mostly equipped with weapons unsuitable
for close quarters. Before long, the room was a maelstrom of
battle, with the clumsy boomers often shooting each other in
an effort to hit the smaller, more mobile targets.
Kuno's Section #2
With the fall of the villainous leader did the battle begin
in earnest! Twas a most fearsome melee, and great were the
cries of battle! The Sabers didst fight against fearful odds, yet
didst show true spirit, their demure chainguns blowing holes
in the rogues with ladylike precision.
The boomers did begin to fall back before their energetic
onslaught, and it seemed as through the fell machines were
well and truly defeated.
Alas! Just as the triumph of the beautious warriors
seemed inevitable, a shadowed figure stepped into the room
>from the dark recesses of the criminal den.
"The waiter!" Nene gasped.
The foul blackguard snickered, brushing his grubby
pigtail to one side. "Yes, it is I, the Waiter of Evil, here to
show you to the table of death, so that I may serve to you the
appetizer of torture before going on to the main course of
ravagement!"
"So you say, sir," the fire-haired goddess responded
curtly. "Allow us to disagree." With that, she did draw her
dainty sidearm and unloaded it delicately in his direction.
To her horror, the bullets merely spattered against his
skin.
"Ah, my foolish beauty," the Waiter leered, "I am guarded
>from harm by means of the TESLA field, a cunning device which
makes me treachously immune to harm! And now, you shall be
my guests... elsewhere."
With that, he tossed a stun grenade into the middle of
them.
There was a roar of most hideous sound, a hellish flash,
and the deep sleep of unconsiousness didst pull it's drape over
the four.
-------------
When Sylia and Nene awoke, they were chained to tables
in a foul dungeon, deep beneath the evil okonomiyaki citadel of
the villainous Waiter. Their hardsuits had been stripped from
them, leaving them clad in only the most revealing and
immodest of garments.
"I see you have awoken," the Waiter chuckled from his
place by their sides, gazing lustfully down on them. He
straightened his red Chinese shirt, and smiled evily. "Soon you
shall be mine, body and soul!"
"Never!" cried Sylia defiantly. "Never, you fiend!"
"Indeed!" Nene put in. "Our hearts belong solely to Mackie!"
"Pfaugh!" With a sneer, the vile blackguard ran a hand
along Sylia's bare thigh, prompting a grimace of disgust from
the demure Saber. "So you say now. But he is not here now, no,
not he nor his dread blade! There is none to save you!"
"NOT SO!" boomed a voice! As the Waiter turned in shock
and alarm, the noble Mackie did kick open the door! With a bold
leap, he crossed the room and skewered the villainous waiter,
sending him falling to the floor, mortally wounded.
"Curse you..." gasped the Waiter, staggering to a hidden
door. Bleeding he stumbled through it, vanishing.
"Oh, Mackie!" the women sighed dreamily.
"My loves," he gallantly replied.
"Oh," Sylia said, blushing. "Our gratuitous lack of clothing
and current state of bondage raises most unmaidenly desires in
me. Do come closer, brave savior."
"Certainly, dear lady," Mackie replied.
Eagerly removing his hakama, Sylia ripped away the few
remaining rags of her clothing and pulled him down atop her.
***********
Akane's Section #2
Sylia shook her head fuzzily, feeling something brush the ends of her
short hair. She used to wear it long, but after that one accident...
besides, short hair fitted better under a hardsuit helmet.
Now, where was she? The last thing she remembered was this crazy fight in
that weird okonomiyaki restaurant, with a bunch of whacked-out boomers and
some nutball plan to take over Japan --
Her thoughts reeled as the picture of her pulling a naked Mackie down on
herself blasted into her mind like a cinderblock breaking. <WHAT?!?> she
thought. <I wouldn't... would I?> Her jaw set, causing a flare of pain in
her temples. <No! There's no *way* I'd do something like THAT! It's got to
be some kind of trick!> The thought was followed by a wince, as a
splitting headache crashed through her skull. She groaned, and tried to
rub her temples -- wait a minute! What were those wires doing there? She
opened her eyes.
Mackie stood over her, smiling. "So you woke up, sis. Well, it doesn't
matter -- I can feed you memories just as well this way, too." He touched
a control on the console behind him, and she shuddered as the thought
of... well, it's too horrible to say here, so we won't. When she
recovered, she could hear the other three Sabers moaning in agony in the
background. She caught a glimpse of Priss strapped to a couch like the one
she was strapped to, eyes closed and sweating, her mouth twisted in
terror. "Aiyah... Leon... save me..." she whimpered.
"You..." she ground out, voice shaking. She could see a faint blue glow
out of the corners of her eyes, and the room seemed to grow hazy. "You...
PERVERT!" With a roar, she tore her arms out of the restraints and pulled
the electrodes out of her temples. "You're not my brother! He's a peeping
tom hentai, but even *he* wouldn't do something *this* sick! WHO ARE
YOU?!?!?!!!"
He just stood there, arms crossed, an evil leer on his face. "Well... I
guess you figured it out, then." He took a deep breath, seeming to explode
out of his skin, icky goo flying everywhere as the metallic blue form of a
boomer emerged, laughing mockingly. "So these are the terrible Knight
Sabers." He looked around the room at the four women in their underwear.
"You look more like a Victoria's Secret model shoot to me."
Blue light filled the room as Sylia shook her feet out of the restraints
and growled. "Why you... you disgusting bucket of bolts!" She spat, trying
to clear the taste from her mouth, as with the sweep of her arm she pulled
the wires chaining her friends out of the console. "Boomer NO *ECCHI*!!!"
As she screamed, she drew back her arm and punched, a glowing blue ball
springing from her fist as she struck at the boomer. The ball of energy
slammed into the boomer, and it exploded into a million bits.
"Wow," said Nene, eyes opening in awe. "How'd you do that?"
"I finally learned how to do those ki-attacks my sensei was telling me
about," she replied. "I keep telling you girls, you need to work more on
your martial arts training!"
The other three Sabers sighed and sweatdropped.
"Anyway, now we're free!" she said as she unfastened the restraints
holding the others in place. "And thanks to my clever plan of letting the
enemy capture us, we're now inside their stronghold! Let's go find our
hardsuits and KICK SOME BOOMER BUTT!!!!!"
*********
Ranma Section #2
[Well, I THINK Ranma wrote this. It came to me from his
email address, but...well, just read it. Maybe Ranma's been
studying with Master Happousai too much.]
The Sabres ran from door to door, trying to find
their hardsuits, but oddly, every door had nothing behind it
except for huge mountains of underwear. Sylia, being a
minor genius, though only half as smart as Leon, quickly was
able to deduce what was going on. This TESLA Agenda thing
was clearly a plot to monopolize the world's supply of
underwear. "How fiendish!" Sylia said. "He'll try to
steal my precious panties from my underwear shop!" Sylia
ran the Silky Doll for three reasons. Firstly, it was a
useful cover for her vast financial activities. Secondly,
it let her and Mackie peep on the customers in their
underwear through the security cameras concealed in the
dressing rooms. Thirdly, it let her acquire underwear
wholesale. She would have bankrupted herself buying her
huge mountain of panties she kept in the basement otherwise.
The Sabres were all twitching as they gazed on the
mountain of teddies, bras, panties, boxers, garters, and
other things usually concealed by an outer layer of
clothing. The urge to strip and wallow in the panties was
growing stronger, overriding even their desire to find their
hardsuits and get even. Finally, Nene succumbed, diving
into the mound. They all swam through the panties, sating
themselves with the feeling of satin against their skin, the
comfort of cotton, and the delightfully fake feeling of
polyester.
Memories of many liasons with Priss atop her
mountain of panties filled Sylia's mind, and soon her inner
lust for the cranky, yet lovely Sabre filled her mind.
There was nothing to be done except to have mad passionate
sex right that moment. Linna and Nene whined in jealousy.
Still, they had panties to play with, and that soon sated
their anger.
Even panties can lose their lustre if you
overindulge in them, however, and so they eventually set on
their way. Soon, they found another cell, in which a
harmless, lonely old man was imprisoned. He was short, but
handsome, with a pleasant smile, dressed in a gi. The
Sabres all found him irresistable, and it took all his best
efforts to keep them from fighting to the death over him.
Still, he soon soothed them with his wisdom, and allowing
Nene to hold him with his face buried between her breasts,
he got them moving along. They meant well, but like all
young people, they needed the guidance of someone older to
lead them along the path of righteousness.
Soon, they found the horrible masterminds behind
the TESLA Agenda. A giant panda-boomer and an evil samurai.
"They were my students!" the old man explained. "But when
I tried to steer them onto the path of righteousness, they
stole my secrets and locked me away! Please punish them for
me!"
Their hearts rung to pity for the harmless,
victimized old man, who through no fault of his own, had
been made the victim of his own former students, who knew no
gratitude for what they had been taught. Howling battle
cries, they charged into battle.
[Note from Ranma--THIS IS NOT MY SUBMISSION! HAPPOUSAI
STOLE MY PASSWORD. Okay, I'm calm. Here is my REAL
chapter! ]
Ranma's REAL chapter 2
The Sabres snuck through the hallways of the secret
base. Unfortunately, they were all kinda clumsy, so after
Nene fell down for the fifth time, the boomers soon spotted
them. Being unarmed, they fled through the endless twisty
bendy metal passages, which were all alike. Finally, they
reached a keypad door, which Nene quickly used her hacking
skills on, almost electrocuting herself when she plunged the
hatchet into it. They slammed the door shut, finding
themselves inside a large observation room which showed many
views of interior hallways and of deep space.
Celia looked around and quickly concluded, "We're on
Genaros Station."
Nene blinked. "How did you figure that out?"
Celia pointed at the sign over the door. 'Genaros
Station Observation Room #8'.
*************
Meanwhile, Leon was kicking ass and taking names.
He and Daley had suited up in their personal K-48 suits
(four times as good as a K-12 suit). A new sport in Neo-
Tokyo was boomer football with all-boomer teams.
Unfortunately, when those boomers went bad...
Leon fired the Solar Flare gun, frying the entire
front line of the Yokohama Sparrows. "You have the right to
die silently!"
Daley grabbed the Sparrow's place-kicker and Leon
kicked the boomer's head through the goalposts. "You have
the right to remain dead!"
"You have the right to have bare arms!" Leon said
as he ripped the railgun off the arm of the Tokyo Fruitbats'
quarterback. He turned and fired the railgun into the
running back, who exploded.
"You have the right to a left hook!" Daley
shouted, punching three boomers down with one blow, feeling
good that just this once he'd done better than Leon, who he
worshipped as a god. But so does everyone with any sense.
"You have the...oh, bah, I can't think of anything
witty to say. So just die!" Leon said, leaping onto the
shoulders of one of the boomers, then toppling back,
knocking it to the ground. He then used his battlesuit's
built in monofilament spike to shred its torso to little
bits.
It soon became clear that neither the Sparrows nor
the Fruitbats would be winning the Superbowl this year.
**********
The Sabres sat and read romance novels while they
waited for Nene to successfully patch through a call from
the communications equipment to Leon. Finally, they got
through to him. They'd chosen Nene because they were sure
he would come help a fellow ADPolice officer and they didn't
want to reveal their secret identities to them. Also, Nene
had lost her purse along the way, so she didn't have any
girly mushy stuff to read with her.
"Leon! Ya gotta come save us!" Nene said.
Leon said into his radio, "Lost your keys again,
Nene?"
"We're trapped on Genaros! Come get us!"
He frowned. "You know the ADPolice spaceships are
only for official business."
"There's boomers everywhere here! Rampaging!"
"Ahh, that's different. I'm on my way!"
***********
Kasumi's Section #2
Daley and Leon promptly boarded a ADP interstellar vessel. After all,
it just wouldn't do not to be prompt. That would be terribly rude.
They carefully steered the cheery spacecraft out of the ionosphere,
dutifuly obeying all rules and regulations governing such vehicles. After
all, as officers of the law, they had an example to set.
Before too long, they had reached Genaros, where the Sabers
were supposedly waiting to be rescued. They very carefully docked, and
knocked on the airlock. After a respectible interval, it opened.
The station was very large, and the two handsome ADP officers felt
understandibly confused.
"Oh my," commented Leon worriedly. "However will we find our way to
Priss and the others?"
"Oh dear," Daley said, his brow crinkling. "We'd better sit down and
wait for some kind person to help us find our way."
And so they did.
***
Three hours later, a pack of the marauding boomers wandered by, making
a terrible mess. Leon and Daley sighed at the terrible disorder the unruly
machines were wreaking on the previously spotless station.
"Excuse me," Leon asked politely as one of the boomers enthusastically
vaporized a large segment of the waiting lounge with shoulder-mounted
chaingun. "Could you direct me to where the Knight Sabers are being held
captive?"
"CERTAINLY," the beweaponed combat machine replied politely. "TAKE
CORRIDOR 7 TO THE EAST JUNCTION, THEN TURN LEFT DOWN ACCESS TUNNEL 23,
KEEP GOING UNTIL YOU REACH THE DECAPITATED CORPSE OF THE STATION DIRECTOR
AND THEN TURN RIGHT, THEN TURN LEFT AT THE FIRST DOOR YOU COME TO, THEN GO
ON UNTIL YOU REACH THE BURNING KINDERGARTEN UNIT, THEN GO THROUGH THE DOOR
NEXT TO THE CHARRED PILE OF DISEMBOWELED TODDLERS AND KEEP GOING UNTIL YOU
REACH THE PRISON BLOCK. THEN JUST LOOK FOR THE SPECIAL TORTURE WING, YOU
CAN'T MISS IT."
"Thank you very much," Leon said, smiling gently.
"YOU'RE VERY WELCOME," the boomer told him, casually shooting down a
fleeing civilian.
And so Leon and Daley made their way through the gutted remains of the
station, noting with approval the nice, cheery color scheme that the
interior had been done in. It was awfully messy, but presumably the
boomers would help clean things up when they were done rampaging. Or
perhaps Leon and Daley could say and help tidy.
Reaching the prison's torture wing, they knocked politely on the door.
"Oh my!" came a voice from behind the blood-spattered durasteel
barrier. "Who is it?"
"It's Leon and Daley!"
"Oh, goodness! Come in!"
The door opened, revealing a spotless torture and mindstripping
facility.
"My, how tidy!" Leon commented admiringly. Sylia blushed, and made a
modest gesture with one hand.
"Oh, well, it was all so terribly dirty. So we cleaned the scorched
shreds of human flesh off the razors and polished the electrodes while we
were waiting. Would you like some tea?"
"Yes, please."
"Mr. Daley?"
"Certainly."
"Do you take sugar?"
"One lump, yes."
"None for me."
"Lemon?"
"No thank you."
"A squeeze for me."
Sylia beamed, and produced two cups of steaming hot tea with a gentle
smile.
The door burst open, and in burst seven heavily-armed combat boomers.
And there were only six more teacups.
Sylia froze in horror, praying that the boomers would not ask for tea.
*************
Kodachi's Segment #2
Sylia's eyes narrowed as she saw each of them, resplendent in the
trash-uniforms of the Genom Corporation. The invaders were not the usual
Boomers she had come to covet and dream of; these held the sickly rose
pallor of life. Each one was designed as a female, with teeth like
canine's fangs and hair the color of flame. They armed themselves with
various weapons of combat, and stared at her enviously.
There was no doubt as to their origin. These were the creations of that
red-haired harridan, that monster who DARED take her Largo-sama's name.
These were unworthy of the Boomer name; they were monsters beyond
perdition, for whom destruction would be a mercy.
As expected, she did not feel fear. Fear was for mortals, for those who
debased themselves with uncivilized manners and foreign foods. She only
felt a pang of disgust at the others around her, that she would die among
such... simple creatures. Fortunately, that was preventable.
Her eyes twinkled with playfulness for a moment. Remembering the flowers
she'd meant to give to her darling Largo-sama, she quickly offered Leon
and Daley a sniff, a token wish that, like any other animals, they might
die humanely. As their bodies fell to the floor, Sylia turned to face the
horde of seven, and pulled out her trusty ribbon.
"Come, my dears. It is time we danced." Giving a cheerful laugh that
shook the walls, she leapt into battle, preparing to grapple to the last
with these monsters.
The first of the boomers struck out with a spatula, a clumsy thrust that
Sylia avoided. Sylia smiled, pulled out her clubs, and gave a swift
decapitation to the creature. The second and third abominations met swift
ends as they were cut to ribbons by ribbons, while a fourth convulsed in
flame after encountering one of her balls.
A tugging at her knee brought her struggles to a halt, and brought a flash
of exquisite pain. For a moment she thought it was Him giving some joy to
her, but frowned when she saw the source. Another of the devil-boomers
ensnared her with a ribbon, as she hid in the shadows.
How underhanded of the harridan's minions, to resort to such treachery.
First they attacked her as a group, then ambushed her from behind. Only
she would be so low. Part of her wanted to cry, to bemoan her fate, but
she would not allow them the luxury.
She was a Stingray. She had to be strong.
The boomers cornered her now; she could hear their gutteral chittering as
they gloated over her body. She knew what would come next; they would
bring her before the harridan, break her, bring her down to their base
level... and then, only then, kill her.
By then, death would be a mercy.
Still, she allowed a single tear down her cheek. After all, her
Largo-sama deserved at least that much from her. They tied her up with
their hard-as-iron noodles, and hoisted her on their shoulders.
She hoped that the end, at least, would be quick, and that she would
eventually see Largo again in some afterlife.
"Enough, foul miscreants!"
Her heart soared at the powerful voice. *He* had come for her, just as
she had dreamed. He stood at the door, his powerful techno-organic
muscles glistening with sweat. "You have abused this woman far enough.
She is mine, and I am hers... forever. And you will not have her, not
while there is life in this body!"
One of the boomers snarled a challenge. She felt a familiar euphoria as
the others dropped her, then gave an easy sigh as she hit the floor. She
didn't feel like muttering any sort of complaint, for she had the best
view in the house.
Largo-sama ripped into one of the boomers, tearing the head off by the
hair. He took the weapon from that one, then smashed its rounded end into
the second one, smashing it to nothing. He simply looked at the third
one, giving a gaze that would melt through a woman's heart.
"Leave, if you value your meaningless, pathetic existence."
The remaining Boomer, one with short hair, looked uncertain for a moment,
then dropped its mallet and ran. Largo snarled beautifully, then turned
his full attention to where it belonged.
"Are you all right, my love? When I heard that they planned to ambush
you, I feared the worst."
Sylia smiled cutely. Everything was all right now. Well, almost
everything. "I'm sorry that your flowers were ruined, Largo-sama. I so
wanted you to enjoy them."
He grinned, with that air of supreme confidence that radiated from his
very being. "I know you did, my dear. Don't worry; you can give me some
more later." He released her hands from their bonds, letting her taste
bittersweet freedom once more. She reached around him, and grabbed him
around the neck in a passionate embrace
After a minute of sensual foreplay, Sylia paused. She felt Largo's hair,
and traced her finger along the knot that twisted its way down.
"You tied your hair into a pigtail, Largo-sama?"
"I was hoping you'd notice sooner, Sylia-sama." He looked downward.
"Then again, you have been... diistracted recently."
"You always do bewitch me, Largo-sama." She reached over to her left, and
picked up a leftover rose. Holding it to his nose, she moved to carry him
in her arms and leave this place, when an idea occurred to her.
They did have the place to themselves now, after all... and they had such
enjoyable toys to play with.
*********
Ryoga's Part #2
[Yeah, look, I tracked 'im down like you wanted, I made sure he showed up,
now where's my 500 yen? WHAT?!? Whaddya mean, it just cancels what I owe
you? Sheesh.]
As the evil boomer's laughter echoed through the torture room, Daley
stirred groggily. What had his stupid partner done to him *this* time...
what? He started at the doorway as his vision cleared -- Largo was
threatening sweet, generous Sylia! "Largo, you DIE!" he roared, slamming
his fist into a nearby examination table. "Oops," he said, as the table
exploded, spraying shards all over the room Sylia-san had worked so hard
to clean. He looked back over his shoulder. "Leon, this is all YOUR
fault!"
Leon stirred. "Hey, whatta you blamin' *me* for? *You* were the one who
started sniffin' those flowers those boomer assassins were handin' out!"
"ME?!" Daley shouted in return. "I saw *you* taking a pretty big sniff at
one of them too!" He reached out, and hauled Leon to his feet,
magnanimously forgiving him his crimes. "Right now, though, we've got a
Largo to kill!"
The HyperBuma feh'ed, and tossed his pigtail contemptously over his
shoulder. "Go on and try it, if you think you're man enough, pigs!" He
shoved Sylia to one side, knocking her over, and faced off in fighting
stance.
Daley growled as he saw Sylia fall. "All right... you take him from the
left, I'll jump him from the left," he whispered to Leon. "Got it?"
"Got it," Leon whispered back. "Damn, I wish I had my K-12S battlesuit."
With a disgusted look, Daley gestured him to the left. "Only weaklings
need battlesuits," he sneered at Leon.
Leon blinked and looked at Daley. "Hey, I thought *you* were taking left?"
Daley blushed. "Um, the other left. Come on!"
The officers roared and charged, Leon pulling out his revolver and firing
into Largo's face. The boomer snarled, and swept Leon into a nearby wall,
half knocking him out. Fortunately, that left Daley enough time to get
into position and slam a heavy kick into his torso. Largo stumbled back,
groaning, half his metal ribcage caved in. "Gotcha!" Daley shouted in
triumph.
"This isn't over yet, officers!" Largo said, grimacing as he staggered out
the doorway. He whipped out a smoke bomb and tossed it back into the room.
When the smoke cleared, and Daley and Leon broke coughing and hacking out
of the room, Largo was gone.
"Damn," Leon muttered. "What now?"
"Don't worry," Daley said, clapping his hand on Leon's shoulder. "We'll
find him!"
Three corridors down, Largo staggered to a halt. "What? Where am I?" He
looked around him. "That hit must have knocked out my directional system.
WHERE AM I?!?"