What? You thought we were done with this little bit of insanity? Not
hardly. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-*choke, cough* Gah. How do Kodachi and
Naga manage that little trick? Oh well. Mystery of the universe I
guess. (Like how Naga's bikini stays on. Glue, maybe?)
Ja Ne!
Slacker
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"Remember, a fair fight only happens
because of poor planning on your part."
---Sailor Nemesis
I am...(Drumroll, please)...Slacker!
KSC, Knight of Discordia, Lord of Discord (Hail Eris!)
Member of the Church of Ami & Makoto
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Well, here's another one. You should
probably read the first couple if you aren't
familiar with them. They're @
http://www.angelfire.com/anime/Slacker
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"Down Payment"
Yet ANOTHER Revenge fic.
By: Slacker (r_heins@yahoo.com)
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Andrew paced the room they were stuck in.
Chibi-Slacker was huddled in the corner,
twitching and muttering "Bad bunny. Bad
bunny.". The 'Bun-bun episode' had managed to
actually affect his massive store of sarcasm.
(On a good note, even Chibi-Usa's hairstyle
wasn't immune to Bun-bun. What even Nair could
not accomplish, Bun-bun did: He changed Chibi-
Slacker's hair. It was now in a simple ponytail
and only shoulder-length.) If Chibi-Slacker
had been capable of rational thought, he'd
would have cheered. In this situation, that was
the only thing keeping him from catatonia.
Andrew finally got sick of the constant
muttering and decided to fix the problem, in
the most expedient way: massive violence. He
grabbed Chibi-Slacker and slammed him against
the wall repeatedly while screaming into his
face. "Snap out of it!"
Chibi-Slacker blinked.
"What the hell did you do that for!" He
demanded.
"I got sick of your muttering!"
"Yeah, you ain't the one who had Bun-bun
take out his anger at missing the thong episode
of Baywatch on!"
"Oh, yeah! Well who's fault is it that we're
here in the first place! Huh? Answer me that!"
"Actually, that's mine. Wanna make something
of it?" A voice said from by the door. They
turned to see Nemesis standing by the door. He
had something in his hand.
"I've got a deal for you. If you do this,
you go free. No strings, no conditions." He
continued.
"What?" They chorused.
"Ever read Private Bet #8? You're gonna make
Shade a happy man." With that, Nemesis threw
what was in his hands towards Andrew, who
reflexively caught it (dropping Chibi-Slacker on
his butt).
As Andrew lifted up the items, he stared.
Chibi-Slacker spoke up. "Is that leather? Not
much to it, is there?"
Andrew finally managed to gasp out "Naga
wears more than this!"
Nemesis smirked. "I know."
Chibi-Slacker started laughing.
*****************
Pluto spewed her sake all over Urd.
"I'm gonna kill him! That little bastard!"
Urd slowly wiped the sake off of her face.
"Why? So it's a leather thong. A rather
small one, but it's no big deal." Q inquired.
"Because it's MINE! I had to have that thing
custom made! You don't want to know how
expensive it was!"
The other three just stared at her in shock.
"And Minako-chan loved the way I looked in
it, too. Now I'll have to get a new one." Pluto
muttered. "At least he didn't get the whip,
too."
The other three fainted. Q and Xelloss had
nosebleeds. Urd just had a happy smile.
*******************
"Don't laugh. He's getting off easy. I pity
you." Nemesis continued.
Chibi-Slacker's laughing cut off with a
gurgle and a thud as his legs gave out.
Nemesis smirked. "Overfiend, my friend.
Overfiend."
*BLAMBLAMBLAM* Nemesis dropped to the ground
as three large splotches of blood blossomed on
his chest. Chibi-Slacker stared at the Desert
Eagle in his hands.
"I'll be damned. THAT'S how they do it." He
murmured in shock. He blinked a few seconds and
came back to life. He looked over at Andrew.
"Well. You gonna do it?"
"Hell, no. I have my self-respect. Even in
this body." Andrew replied as he threw
the...garment on Nemesis' body. "He can destroy
the world, and gets taken out by a spore with a
gun. That's pretty pathetic. Can you tell me
what's wrong with that picture?"
"He's not dead. Just out of action. He's an
Animate basically, remember? He can't be killed
permanently. Now let's leave before he wakes up.
There's got to be a way out of this hellhole
around here somewhere."
As they exited the room, Nemesis began to
twitch. It took a few minutes before he could
muster the strength to whisper "Now, I'm mad.
That little shit's gonna pay. Screw Thrawn's
grand plan."
**************
"So, what do we do now?" Andrew asked as
they ran.
"We get the hell out of here. Let's try that
door." Chibi-Slacker replied.
"Why that one?"
"It's convenient." Chibi-Slacker replied
with a shrug. "And I've got a hunch."
"Ain't no way in hell I'm going in that
door." Andrew stated emphatically.
"Wuss. What's the worst that can happen?"
Chibi-Slacker goaded as he opened the door.
Andrew hit the floor. (He knew something bad
always happened after any statement like that.)
"Holy... Shit. I've hit the mother load."
Chibi-Slacker said in a happy voice.
"What?" Andrew looked up. "Wow. That's a lot
of guns."
"Think they'll mind if we `borrow' a few?"
Chibi-Slacker said with a grin.
"Probably not." Andrew's grin was just as
large.
*****************
"You know, that trick with subspace is
cool." Andrew remarked as they continued on
their run. (Having emptied the arsenal.)
"I prefer the term `Mallet-space.' But it is
useful. Who would have thought that it was that
easy?" Came the reply.
Andrew's response was cut off as they came
around a corner to see two figures standing in
the hallway. His response was near-
instantaneous. He pulled out a BIG rifle. Chibi-
Slacker pulled out a Desert Eagle.
Both figures immediately raised their hands
in surrender.
"WHOAH! FRIENDS HERE!" One of them yelled.
"I know that voice...Outlaw?" Chibi-Slacker
called.
"Yup. Me and Darth here know the way out.
Follow us."
**************
"Well, that was a most... interesting
strategy. What was the goal? Let them know just
who exactly their enemy is, then let them
escape. Brilliant." Thrawn's voice was extremely
cold.
"Hey, the spore shot me three times! I
thought you said he couldn't pull the `Weapon
from Nowhere' Technique!" Nemesis protested.
"Apparently, he can. It's immaterial now.
Because of your screw-up, a change of strategy
is necessary. We need some new pieces on the
board."
"'New pieces'? Who?"
"Hi, there. Nice planet. Hopefully, we won't
blow this one up."
Nemesis turned to look at the person who had
spoken. He groaned. "You brought in them?"
"The Lovely Angels have a perfect success
rate. They were an obvious choice. And they were
responsible for obtaining Slacker originally.
They still bear a grudge against him and wished
to see this through."
"Great. Who else you gonna bring in?"
"Him." Thrawn pointed behind Nemesis, who
turned and saw a very large, weapon festooned
figure.
"Hi, there." Nemesis said without looking.
There's no way I can change your mind, Thrawn?"
"None."
"Great. Hey, Hunter, right? First things
first. Lose the plasma weapons. We want them
hurting, not dead. And the grenades, and the
plastique, and the graser, and the..."
Thrawn sighed. This was going to take a
while.
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Author's thingie:
Well, it's another one. How many of you want
to hurt me?
Wow. That's a lot of hands. Cool! I'm
flattered!
As you can probably guess from the fic, this
baby is going to be around for a while. How long
is a while? Until we get bored with it. Don't
hold your breath. (Or do, but don't blame me
when you pass out.)
Ja Ne!
Slacker