SWRPF Archive NJO Purges II: The Bigshots Strike Back

*Back on the Apocolypse*

*Wakes up*

Geez...that guy threw a mean right.

*Get's up and walks around Drake's ship*

 

Ah, goodie!

*pulls flight suit out of the drier and changes out of those blasted robes*

Hmmm...

*wonders whatever happened to a certain Twi Lekk, a certain infant, and a certain blue chick...*

 

*goes to the kitchen*
*fixes a pan of brownies and takes them back to her quarters*
*munches brownies and types on datapad*

 

well, that didn't work. print statement's in the wrong spot....

*more typing*

 

[you gonna eat all those?]

yup.

[do i get any?]

nope.

[just one?]

*tosses back a brownie* if you get sick, it's your fault.

[*munch*]

 

*Pops in at JM's door*

Ah, brownies! You know what goes really well with brownies? Banana peels!!

 

*a battered and held-together-with-spacetape Clawcraft reverts to realspace over Ziost*

Apocalpse Control, this is Auto, of AFAP... requesting permission to come aboard...
I believe you may have the spare parts I need ... *thumps the panel as lights dim*

 

*casually covers datapad*

don't even go there.

 

*Notes JM's rather hasty covering up of her data pad*

Hmmm...whatcha writing?

Does this have anything to do with that Balrog I "bumped into" earlier? *shudders*

*smiles innocently and quite obliviously*

 

it's nothing that concerns you. just my e-mail.

((GAH! the 'rents are comming, the 'rents are comming *end transmition*))

 

just my e-mail.

Ah, ok then...

*thinks she caught a bit of code in that message...very suspicious. Wonders off innocently...*

 

*Walks up to the bridge and hears Auto's message*

*Goes to the comm*

Hey Auto...Yeah sure you can enter, Im sure Drake wouldn't mind letting you dock. Let me find the controls...

*Presses a few buttons and a round of concussion missles fire out into space*

Ooops....oh here it is!

*Opens the docking bay*

 

Thanks GI...

*docks the excuse-for-a-ship and exits*

*sniffs the air*
Bananas?
*shudders, and wanders off to find more spacetape*

 

*goes back to her datapad*

thanx, J. i owe ya one. guess i should get one of those books, eh?

*hits the send button*

 

*sits in his quarters and watches the HoloNet wearing a grim expression*

So...Nolan has finially grown a backbone and wishes to fight with me.

*grins evilly* I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time...

*turns and walks out the door*

 

*Drake steps onto the bridge as all officers stand at attention*

*waves his hand* Get back to work.

*everyone continues with what they were doing, Drake walks up to the captian*

Captain Orius, I have felt a great disturbance in the Force....

Orius: I have as well my Lord. Something big.

Indeed...

*suddenly, the Nova-Colossus emerges from hyperspace a few kilometers off the Apocalypse's starboard side, it speeds up*

Shields up! Power all weapons!

Orius: What is she doing milord?

She's going to ram us...

Orius: But why?

Because we are at war captain...we are at war.

 

*over the ship-wide comm*

All hands this is Lord Drake. We are now at war. The Nova-Colossus has been sent here to destroy us. It shall fail....

*ends the comm*

Captain, you may fire when ready.

Orius: Yes my Lord. *he relays the message to the weapons officer who then relays it to all weapons stations across the ship*

*a few moments later, all of the starboard turbolaser and ion cannons open fire on the oncoming vessel, lighting the space between in a rainbow of deadly light*

This is the beginning of the end of the Tetan Empire.

*the Nova-Colossus attempts at inflicting some damage to the Apocalypse but the massive warship's shields are far too powerful...as are it's weapons, the pitiful SSD begins to blow apart under the constant hail of fire*

*Drake grins broadly as the Nova-Colossus explodes in a brief flash of light and a shower of debris*

 

*The Apocalypse shakes with the impacts against it's shields*

K5: What was that?

D3: Nothing. Now, are we racing or not?

*D3 and Krayt 5 race off down the long corridor on level 20 on their DRV's, while the rest of the Krayts cheer, attempt to cheat and take bets on the winnner, drinking more lomin-ale the whole time*

 

*The Twins immediatly report to their X-wings upon Drake's announcement*

Twin 2: Why aren't we launching?

TSL: Guess the enemy didn't launch any fighters?

Twin 2: That's...silly of them.

TSL: That's what you get when politians wage war, Two...caos. *shakes head*
Twins, we will remain at the ready until we hear differently in any case. I've been rather eager to blow Nolan up ever since he released plagues on Mon Cal while Rika and I were still dirtside...

 

*opens a comm to TSL, GI, D3, JM and Auto*

This is Drake. Please meet me on the bridge immediatly.

*ends comm*

 

*quits wrapping spacetape round her ship, and wanders up to the bridge*

 

*Walks around the hall and hears Drakes voice*

Drake: All hands this is Lord Drake. We are now at war. The Nova-Colossus has been sent here to destroy us. It shall fail....

Blast! I wonder if I should call my fleet!...

*Hears a thunderous sound of the turbolasers firing*

Drake: This is Drake. Please meet me on the bridge immediatly.

Right...

*Sprints towards the bridge*

I'm here Drake, I guess we should wait for the others.

 

[Gen, walking through the streets of Ziost answers her comlink as it beeps to the tune of "Kokomo"]

Gen: Minister Scorsa

Drake: Gen, it's Drake.

Gen: It's about time. I take it you recieved your little gift...

Drake: Indeed.

Gen: Minor damage?

Drake: Less than that. It was nothing I couldn't handle.

Gen: Naturally. Anything special you need from me?

Drake: Just keep up the good work. You'll recieve further instructions soon.
Is there anything else I should know?

Gen: [thinks] Umm....oh. I left y'all some cheesecake in your frige.

Drake: That's not exactly what I meant, but it'll do. I'll be keeping in touch.

Gen: Catch ya later tiger. [ends transmission]

 

*a pink blurb exits hyperspace in the Ziost system, amid a cloud of burning ship debris*

Wyld: What the??? Shorty! Shields up!
[gets her x-wing clear of the debris field and hails the Apocalypse]
Heya, sorry i'm a little late for...whatever it was you were doing. I got lost. I was wondering, is Auto on board by any chance? I may have some interesting information for her? Permission to dock?

Control: Certainly Miss Wyld, docking bay 37A

[wyld docks her x-wing and heads straight to her assigned quarters to fix her hair]

 

*recieves Drake's message and sprints to the bridge, leaving her XO in charge of the Twins (who remain ready to launch).*

*snaps to attention*

Colonel TSL reporting as ordered, Sir!