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On Fri, 31 May 1996, Aaron/Kendra wrote:

* * *
Five minutes later, they hadn't crashed. But the sides of the cab had big
dents, the Panda was huddled in the back seat, and about 23 cop cars were
hot on their tail. Mike was wearing a rather disturbed grin, and the guy
who did the 'porting trick was having trouble finding a place to appear.
  And then, it appeared in the street ahead. The Prodinator.
  Panda's eyes went wide with alarm. Mike, too far gone to care, honked
the horn and ran him down. Well, he tried to, anyway.
  The Prodinator was thrown over the hood, and landed on the roof. A
metal gauntleted hand smashed through the ceiling of the cab a few seconds
later, as the vehicle swerved from side to side...

Stargazer thinks to himself, "With all those cop cars, I can back off for a 
while and follow them by the Police transmissions."  He pulls up and starts 
following at a less lethal height.  He then notices that the cab crashes into
something, and recognises what it is, "The Prodinator! I can't let it get him!
He's mine!"  He lines up his weapon and fires, but at that moment the plane
hit some low turbulence and the shot went wide, sending a few-thousand rounds
of Plasma into a nearby Macy's.  "Oops.  I'll just have to add that to my bill
to the Taskmisstress!" :)  He prepares to fire at the cab again, when he sees
a Blue/purple being jump twords the cab.  "Another bounty hunter! I can't
let her get him!"  He then 'ports her into a local junk yard.  "Now, to
see what I can do against the Prodinator, without letting my prey escape."1 

Kendra crashes into a pile of scrap metal with a scream and groggily
extracts herself from the mess. "Heyyy.....Who did that?? hmph!" She 'ports
herself back ontop ot the car she was on, finally noticing the mess she made
of the roof. "Oops...Aaron'll pay for this, I'm sure of it...now..." She
looks around, data scrolling on her visor, finally picking up a source of
plasma fire.  Glaring at the small plane she holds on TIGHT to the mangled
roof of the car with her left hand as she holds up her right, a sphere of
blue/purple energy appearing just over her palm and growing to about the
size of a bowling ball.  Pointing her hand at the small place she lets the
blast of magic fly, disabling the craft and blowing a fair-sized hole in the
bottom. "That's that taken care of, not to block any more 'port attempts
against me...I *love* this new armor..!" Her armor starts to glow slightly,
and two forcefields appear around her, one magic, the other science,
hopefully protecting her from any more attacks like that.  She then leaps
foreward once more, this time not crushing the roof of the car, towards the
cab, with her now-usual scream of
"PAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNDDDDAAAAAAAAAAAAA-CCCCCHHHHHHHAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!"

* * *
Officer Millene had been having a very bad day, and that was before the
lunatic in the cab had practically run her down as she bought a hot dog.
The discovery of a Panda seen in the back of the cab didn't make her feel
any better. And now, some kind of cat-midget-thing was jumping up and down
on the roof of her moving police cruiser, muttering about bamboo breath.
  It was times like these that Millene wished they had looser rules on
shooting people.

She notices the distruction of the Macy's and thinks to herself, "WHAT THE
HELL IS GOING ON HERE?  Thats gonna cost somebody big time.  Attenion all
units, watch out for..." At that moment:

A purple blur suddenly flashed in front of her as the cars roof caved in,
nearly crushing herself as well.  She could faintly make out a scream of
"panda-chan" over the sounds of the police cars as she looked around
herself, shaking at the nearness of turning into a smear on the roof of the
car.  The only thought in her mind was "I need a vacation"

She was startled, but not too surprised to hear the sound of somthing
landing on the crushed roof of the car.  What *DID* Surprise her was the
hand-shaped dent appearing and the blast of energy shooting out to hit a
small plane...She was once again startled but not surprised to see the
blue/purple blur shoot by again, once more screaming "panda-chan" at the top
of whatever-it-was' lungs.  She muttered to herself "I'm requesting overtime
for this..." as she swerved around a slow-moving(compared to her) UPS Truck,
a small part of her mind saying "If we just passed one of THOSE we *MUST* be
going fast!"

Yet another small part of her mind suddenly screamed at her.  There was 
someone calmly standing in the path of the cab!   "Houstin, we have a 
problem"

"Say what?"

"Sorry, that just slipped out ... WHAT THE!?!?!"

Mike was not enjoying himself.  He'd managed to wreck his car, and
something vaguely humaniod was trying to complete the job.  Something
purple was merrily taking chunks out of the road behind him as it bounced
along shouting something about "Panda-channnnn"... "Purple?  Kendra musta
powered up.  hoooo boy..."  and a small plane had just screamed past, a
large hole in its underside.  Oh, and all of the associated damage from a
high speed chase in the city.  "I think we need to get out of here."

Swerving sharply around a seemingly slow moving UPS van, Mike roared up 
the entrance to the freeway, bouncing off the sides a few times to try 
and shake loose the Prodinator, his fare sitting curled up in a tiny ball 
in the back.

With a voice that resounded softly but with the force of a mountain, a 
well dressed man standing calmly in front of him intoned.. "You will 
stop.  Now."

"Yeeeeeaaaargh!!!  Look Out!!!" screamed Mike as he wrenched the wheel in 
a vain attempt to avoid the man.  Closing his eyes, he braced himself 
against the upcoming impact.

"How rude.  He didn't even stop" mused Kergma as the cab roared through 
him.  

"Millener!  What happened!?"

"We have a civilian casualty Control.  He's just been run over once" 
Millener paused as the purple thing bounced on the exact spot where the 
businessman in blue was.
"Twice... ack!... Make that three times at the onramp to the freeway."

The voice at the other end groaned.

"I WANT BACKUP NOW DAMMIT!"

"You have it Millener.  We are notifying the army and the airforce now."

Dusting unseen dust particles off his jacket, Kergma watched the chase 
continue with narrowed eyes.  First that cab had ignored his request to 
stop, then that thing had bounced on top of him, then a police ccar had 
driven right through him.  Thankfully none of the other police cars had 
tried it.

Kergma appeared to come to a sudden decision. "Right.  Lets stop this
aspect of the chase and make it more interesting."  And with that he faded
away, shaking his head at the image of a short man kicking an aircraft in
the middle of a McDonalds store. 

Further down the freeway, still shaking swerving around random cars, Mike 
blinked at the businessman in front of him who had seemingly appeared out 
of a fold in reality.  In true New York cabbie style, he yelled to 
Panda,  "Hang on!  This could get rough."  Panda merely whimpered 
slightly in response... <"When am I going to get to a computer?">

With a terrible suddeness, all four tires of his cab blew, leaving him to 
screech to a halt on the wheel rims as he frantically smashed the brake 
pedal in response.  The Prodinator, following the laws of inertia, took 
the rear right hand door with it as it continued down the road.

Kergma grinned slightly as 4 tiny patches of Chaos appeared under the 
tires of the cab, absorbing the rubber.  "Now, to stop that purple thing."

Kendra was rapidly gaining on Panda-chan when her sensors all squealed 
dire urgency at her.  Something had warped reality ahead of her and now 
a light gray, mostly transparent wall stood in front of her, something 
her sensors said was *very* solid..... Milliseconds later, her suit cut 
in the rocket boosters to slow and stop her forward motion in order to 
preserve its occupant.

Millener inwardly groaned as she slid her car to a halt ( in the standard
proscribed fashion for car chases: sideways with all wheels locked.  rolls
optional. ) just before the strange gray wall, which was gradually
dissapaiting.  <"This is just not my day.  I WANT TO SHOOT SOMETHING!">

With a few creaks of stressed metal, the Prodinator rose to its feet and 
started purposefully towards that cab....

                                  ~~~~
                The Chaotic Trickster - kergma@sv.net.au