The young girl blinks.  She then takes a deep breath and screams into the 
MuseNet communicator her pulls out of a pocket.  "KAHM!!!!!! I'm going to 
need backup!!"

Kahm gets blown out of her seat by the force of the noise from the
communicator, the papers strewn over her desk flying all over again. Kahm
rights her upset chair, straightens her hair, and unkinks her steel bikini.
Thus prepared, she slams down on the transmit button. "Don't DO that! Jeez.
You'd think I was deaf or something." She sighs, then becomes businesslike.
"Whats he gone and done THIS time?" 
   Kahm, while waiting not so eagerly for the reply, starts packing an 
overnight bag.

"I'll explain when I get here.  He's decided that World War II 
battleships are more effective than anvils."

    Bailesu smiles.  "They're really cheap, cause no one uses them 
anymore!  And they'll make that nice BONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG sound!"
Bailesu starts checking his phonebook for a Battleship salesman.

     Meanwhile, in another sector of space, the 3WA computer finally 
locates a news report on the notorious space pirate Bailesu...The wheels 
of disaster...uh, justice start to turn...

Kahm stops her packing for a moment to stare at the communicator. She
blinks and shakes her head. "HE'S WHAT?!?" Recieving nothing but static in
replay, Kahm sweatdrops. "Right. Battleships...Ehheh..." She stares at the
clothes and essentials she was packing and sighs, dumping the bag out and
starting over. "Lets see...Handcuffs...stun prod...sword...communicator.. 
.tranq gun..."

After a great deal of time and quite a number of heavy bags, Kahm stands 
and dusts herself off. "Allright...lets go... NAO! Get in here!"

A small, scaly green alien in a cloak scuttles into the room. "Nao...Pack 
this stuff into the Rha Ledaruba. Bailesu is making me work on my vacation 
again." Nao bows and scurries off, soon returning with a small force of 
the little, scaly beings who cart the luggage out in short order. Kahm 
watches the proceedings, muttering darkly. 

She takes one last look at the room, rolls her eyes, and stalks out, the 
door irising shut behind her. 

Kahm-hime
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