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[ Smog's Revenge ] [ By The GNN ]
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"SMOG'S REVENGE"
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or
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"A JOURNEY TO OUR FUTURE"
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by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu
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"..you know what you want and how to get it"
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(Richard23)
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The spacecruiser closed in. It entered the Earth atmosphere and circled
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around a few minutes while the navigation computer searched for the target.
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The building was found - Army of Earth Space Battle HQ. Like a silent
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cigar with a white string after its tail, it rushed towards it's
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destination. The cruiser was made for one thing - killing.
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Invisible rays from searching radars below was avoided with an impressive
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skill.
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Commander Havoc Setrox in the building below did what a well trained and
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dead calm leader of the 4000th century army normally would do when he saw
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an enemy cruiser speed towards his office from above.
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He pressed down all buttons on the intercom and screamed hysterically
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into the microphone. His voice echoed through the building, but no one was
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really sure of what he said.
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"ZXPRTSSXBRAT!"
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If he had said that a little bit slower, it would have been heard as:
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"Battlestations! Now! Alert! Get down! Alert! ALERT!"
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But said too fast to be noticeable. The staff at the Army of Earth Space
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Battle HQ continued their work, with the comfortable feeling that Commander
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Havoc was suffering from a nervous breakdown and nothing else. Faces
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turned to computer screens again and hands begun to examine the latest hi-
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tech Space Battle Weapons from Taiwan Two.
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It was a shame that no one took a few minutes of their time to check what
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Commander Havoc really said. The big, cigar-shaped spaceship heated up
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it's lasers and turned the Army of Earth Space Battle HQ building into a
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pile of smoking dust. Rebel Cruisers INC sent their ships to terminate the
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intruder but they arrived to late. Two hours too late. The leader of
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Rebel Cruisers INC, Krax Drool, described his slow actions later that
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evening on the IFF news. "No comments".
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"Listen carefully! I think this termination action of the Army of Earth
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Space Battle HQ was something special..."
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Private Rog Dbang, more known as Smog by his friends, sounded remarkable
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interested in the case. Smog, Crash and Mercury were sitting by a dark
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table in Rita's MoonSaloon. It was about closing time, and no one was
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there except for them and Rita herself. Rita was a beautiful robot,
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standing by the bar disk staring out in the saloon. She was out of order
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due to a flying bottle in the daily fight between Private Buster and
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Private Trasher. Smog, Crash and Mercury could relax. No one would throw
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them out until early next morning, when the police arrived to fix Rita.
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Until then, drinks were free and talking was easy. Their black Army of
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Earth Space Battle HQ uniforms had begun to turn grey, due to the heavy
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partying the last hours. Their faces were trained to be hard and cold,
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their minds trapped in a shell that no one could penetrate. Now, the shell
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looked as if it were going to crumble any second. It was not cold faces
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any more, it was white bricks with glowing red eyes in the middle that
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stared at each other in the MoonSaloon.
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"The time is two o'clock in the morning. We have been celebrating the
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little destruction of the place for six goddamn hours! Of course it's
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special! All our commanders are dead! Dead!"
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Private Crash was not upset. He just sounded like he disliked anything
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that happened around him. Private Rog smiled. A smile that got your
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thoughts to someone that just had been unfaithful to his wife successfully
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and won a million of Taiwan dollars at the same time.
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"I know what we are going to do"
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A short moment of silence created the perfect mood.
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"WE are going to find the cause of the attack..."
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For a brief moment, the only thing you could hear was the buzzing sound
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from the white lamps in the ceiling. The last No-Gravity bus rushed past
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the saloon towards the camp. The dawn would soon break. Private Rog felt
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like an animal in the Virtual Reality Zoo. Crash and Mercury looked at him
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as if he was losing his mind.
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"Why should we bother to search for something that's already well known?
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Everybody know that it was the Pluto Raiders who did the attack! I
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think..."
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"Hey", Smog interrupted, "we don't have to SEARCH for..."
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End of discussion. Crash suddenly pushed the table away from his body
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and ran to the toilet in the other end of the saloon. After the door
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closed behind him, Mercury and Smog could hear the familiar sound of this
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evenings' free drinks coming back the same way the came from.
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Mercury turned to Smog. His eyes penetrated Smog as if he looked for a
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duel.
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"I think I agree with Crash. Just answer the simple question - why?"
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"Fame and glory."
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"Ha!", Mercury answered quickly. "The only 'fame and glory' we will get
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from this is a eternal number-one place at 'todays geeks'!"
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Smog had an incredible way of convincing people. Two hours after their
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chat at Rita's MoonSaloon, all three of them were sitting in Crash's small
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space vessel. Crash himself did not know. He passed out on the toilet but
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Smog found the keys in his pocket and stuffed him in the back seat. "I
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know he would have been positive to this if he knew! Trust me!".
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The vessel was rusty, but alright. It was in the size of an ordinary
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automobile and an average speed of sixty Mach. Crash had worked several
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weeks to satisfy his true love by increasing the power of her afterburner.
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If he knew that Smog and Mercury at the moment tried to drive it, his heart
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would probably stop pumping. After he had killed them both.
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"As I said", Smog said with an eager voice. "The attack couldn't have
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been done by The Pluto Raiders. Why? Simple. They haven't got that kind
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of cruisers and weapons. The newest technology they got, are old weapons
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from the last war between Pluto and Pluto Five! That was two hundred years
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ago!"
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A klaxon alarm signal was heard together with the familiar blinking
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"Fasten Seat Belts NOW!" sign. Smog gave the sign a little kick and it
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stopped.
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"However, I am DEAD SURE that this "Pluto Raiders" rumour is only a
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rumour and nothing else. I am sure that backtracking the rumour would lead
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us to someone nobody expected..."
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Smog cleared his throat as if he was going to say something important,
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like something that could save the entire universe from its precalculated
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end.
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"Do you want to know who I am talking about?"
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Mercury gave up his tries to decrypt the manual of the vessel. It was
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translated into English by some lamebrain at some B-factory in Taiwan Two.
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The result was unreadable. He opened the glove compartment and threw the
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manual back in it. He leaned back in the brown leather seat. Far behind,
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he saw the lights from the Moon fade away. Soon it would be totally
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engulfed by the bright blue light from Earth. (Once upon a time, the light
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came from the reflexion of the sun in the blue water that covered a big
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deal of the planet. Now, a large amount of halogen lamps did the effect
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instead. The reason was pure profit. More tourists came from other
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planets to Earth if it looked like a healthy and nice place instead of a
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concrete desert).
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"Listen Smog, I know you probably got some stone-cold-logical explanation
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to the thing. Just tell me who did it and how you have planned to drag the
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facts out of them."
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Pathetic, Smog thought. Pure facts, some shooting and then all the cheap
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broads. Drunk all night before finally fall asleep on the pavement. That
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was the only thing that attracted them. Actually he liked it too, but some
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deep thinking did not hurt, in small doses.
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"Rebel Cruisers INC. We simply enter their office at Phobos and force
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them to confess. Back to Earth with the proof and then - eternal life in
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the minds of history!"
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"Ah..."
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Two minutes later, Smog heard snoring in stereo. Crash in the back seat
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and Mercury beside him. "Pathetic", he whispered. Lazy bastards, who
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leave him to all the hard work. He set the autopilot for Coca Cola World
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(also known by it's old name "Mars", but only a few people remembered that)
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and the vessel immediately began to make small jumps into hyperspace.
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Outside, the shining stars disappeared to the compact and black wall that
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was the inside of hyperspace. They would probably reach Phobos in less
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than five hours.
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Rebel Cruisers INC. Who else could it be? Smog claimed that he had
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nothing against the company. He just disliked the fat, ugly, shitbox
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assholes who worked there. If Phobos by mistake was swallowed by one of
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the five registrated black holes in the Solar system, he would begin to
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believe that there really was a God. A merciful God, who you could turn to
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when you needed it. If there was something that everybody needed right
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now, it was the extermination of Rebel Cruisers INC.
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Smog was probably the only one who hated the company to the limit. Smog
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was probably also the only one that had been fired from the company due to
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a pure mistake. The chief, Krax Drool, did not believe that "anyone could
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by mistake crashland, and turn the most expensive cruiser into a useless
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piece of metal". Smog was kicked all the way back down to Earth, where the
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only job available was at the Army of Earth Space Battle.
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His bad luck did not end there. To complete the humiliation, he was
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stationed on the Moon. The Moon was cold and lonesome. Lucky and good
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warriors were placed in healthy and strategical, important areas like
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Hawiaa, SunCityV or SecondParadise. "MoonMen", were only people who failed
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the IQ test or unimportant people. They were supposed to make a first
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stand against an attacking force i.e. sacrifice themselves while the army
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mobilized down on Earth.
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"Payback time...", Smog happily realized. It was perfectly clear to him
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that the big bad bud was Rebel Cruiser INC. If it turned out that he was
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wrong he would probably get hell, but he did not mind. That was a later
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problem. His mission was not to nail Rebel Cruisers INC.
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He had something else in mind.
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Status. That was the main difference by working at Rebel Cruisers INC
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instead of Army of Earth Space Battle. Even if the government down on
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Earth decided to let Army of Earth Space Battle protect the Earth from
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attacks, everybody knew that it was Rebel Cruisers INC who deserved it.
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They had more power and knowledge. But the government listened to the
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price and the cheaper alternative won. Members of the government took a
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deep breath of relief. Mean voices who said that they had sacrificed the
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future of Earth because of greed quickly disappeared. "Silence with a
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silencer! Necessary to protect the population from maniacs!", paid people
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said live on TV.
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All the money that was made from this good deal, could now be spent on
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more important projects like expensive tourist attractions (only VIP people
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from Coca Cola World allowed to enter), MegaMarkets, manufacturing of the
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new Hologram Color TV and a dozens of luxury articles.
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"Oh no, don't tell me that I have just emptied my stomach on the inside
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of my OWN car? I can't believe this. What the hell am I doing here
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anyway?"
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It seemed like Crash finally had woke up.
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"What the hell?"
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It also seemed like he realized what happened at the moment.
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"GET AWAY FROM MY CAR OR I WILL PERSONALLY..."
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Crash had that look that could kill any man within ten yards. If his
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breath did not take care of it in time.
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Then another of these unlucky chain of reactions that occur now and then
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happened. Crash tried to enter the front seat with his entire body by
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jumping, head first, onto Mercury. Mercury woke up from his safe sleep and
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imagined for a while that he was under attack from some kind of enemy and
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reacted instantly. His fist missed Crash with by inch and hit sixteen
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buttons in the ceiling above instead. Smog, who just had begun to examine
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the latest issue of PlayBeing ("We got it all! Nude girls, from Sirius to
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Earth!"), was knocked unconscious by the steering-wheel when Crash landed
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in the front seat.
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"This well I now what"
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Crash discovered that stress affects people's way of talking, especially
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when he tried to get some answers about everything. Soon, he would also
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notice that grown-up men sometimes tend to act like small children.
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"No! No! No! Not my baby! Not my car!"
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Crash looked incredible ridiculous when he crawled in front of his
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trashed vessel in the red desert of the Coca Cola World. They had entered
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the atmosphere from hyperspace, but since all of them were busy fighting
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about nothing, they crashed two minutes later.
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"Goddamn... I guess we are quite lucky that this planet installed Global
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Air System last year!", Smog said while rubbing his hurting head.
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But the main problem was not the fresh air. Installation of Global Air
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System (GAS) is known to work without problem for more than six billion
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years according to commercial breaks.
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The problem was that Coca Cola World had ninety percent of its area
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covered with the red desert. Smog, Crash and Mercury had landed in the
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middle of it. The red Colaian desert had everything you could expect.
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Hot, occasional storms and dead red boredom.
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"Well!"
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Smog looked around. The horizon was empty. No roads, no hills, nothing.
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The artificial nuclear sun, who flew across the sky on a wire, shone in
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that way which made you love rain. Cold, fresh rain down on a green Earth,
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as on Virtual Reality TV programs.
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"Well!"
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As usual, when Smog did not know what to do, he kept on saying "Well" all
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the time until an idea detonated in his head.
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"We can't give up! This is a minor problem! Remember, Rebel Cruisers
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INC must be caught! Well!"
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Confusing, but one really feels that he hates that company, Mercury
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thought for himself. Something suddenly struck his foot and he took a leap
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backwards. It could be one of these animals that killed for fun and ate
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humans in disgusting ways (as seen on TV). But it turned out to be Crash,
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who still crawled around in agony in front of his ex-vessel.
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"We can't give up! This is a minor problem! Remember, Rebel Cruisers
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INC must be caught! Well!"
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They had been walking for several hours, Crash constantly crying, when
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the black zeppelin showed up on the red horizon. It came closer and all
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three froze when they realized that it was the police. Mean, brutal and
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without scruples. The Coca Cola World Police Squad was infamous. Not a
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single proton in the universe did not know that you died slowly if you
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messed around with these guys. The huge black cigar, probably one mile
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from nose to tail, turned off the engines right above Smog, Mercury and
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Crash and engulfed them in a big shadow.
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"A bit cooler now anyway!", Smog shouted in a naive attempt to cheer them
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up. "They are probably just having a break, right above us!"
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He was completely wrong.
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"Hey renegades! Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you fucking
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doing here in this damn desert without a bloody permission?", a prerecorded
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robo-voice screamed. Smog swallowed hard and looked at the horizon as if
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some god suddenly would show up and save him from the situation. It felt
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like years of silence before he dared to answer.
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"We..."
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"Time out!", the voice screamed. Smog, Mercury and Crash would probably
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have felt much more comfortable if they knew that the voice was programmed
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to scream "Time out!" as soon as someone answered.
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A green light penetrates your eyes, then it's over. It is very secure to
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be transported via the AtomMover system. Like old horror films, it divides
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the body into every single atom and then sends them as common beta waves to
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the machine. You are put together and flushed out of a chosen door in the
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machine. No pain, nothing. The only known accident happened when a police
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squad tried to catch a mad scientist, who ran away from a lab with his
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pockets full of critical mass. The explosion wiped out the entire squad
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and turned an area of five-hundred miles into "status red".
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Smog, Mercury and Crash did not have any critical mass in their pockets
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but Smog wished he had. After fourteen hours in the small cell of the
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zeppelin, he begun to get really bored. The cell was a symbol of
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depression with calm green walls and six chairs nailed to the floor. In
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one corner there was a mirror, that was the "door" in the AtomMover System.
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Nothing else. They had been transported to the cell at once and been
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welcomed by the screaming voice. "Please wait here until further
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instructions are given", followed by an ironical "Have a nice day".
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"I can't fucking stand it!", Mercury screamed and banged his head to the
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wall to expose his anger. Crash had stop weeping and thought loud about
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how he would get a new vessel. Smog sat on a chair and imagined twelve
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dancing girls in front of him on the green wall.
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They did not know, but sixty yards above them sat the only staff member
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of the zeppelin - Sedes D. Callback - and studied a simple crossword in
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perfect harmony with his karma. His white skin would make him look rather
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ridiculous on a beach, but Sedes D. Callback would not even dream about
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taking a single step outside his zeppelin. "This was full-time work for a
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real man", he used to say when his family complained. The isolation had
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made marks in his pale face, but also in the area around his stomach.
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He did not mind as long he was fit enough to tap keyboards and press
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buttons.
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Kling! The signal from the incoming message console woke him up (from a
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six letter-word, meaning "crashlanding").
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"Uh, oh", Sedes D. Callback moaned. "What the hell do Krax want from me
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now then?"
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He turned to the computer and watched the flashing text shout at him.
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The message from Krax Drool was perfectly clear to his eyes. Once again he
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had to enter space with his zeppelin and turn the course to Phobos. Krax
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had obviously turned some employees crazy again with his bizarre ideas and
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they had to be transported to the main asylum down on Coca Cola World.
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This was not the first time it happened. Sedes D. Callback had been
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working as the only police man down on Coca Cola World for seven years in
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his zeppelin. With good rumors circling around in the Solar system it was
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easy. Everybody believed that there was a army of mad people inside the
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zeppelin, ready to kill for the sake of law. But he was completely alone.
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Advanced machinery and computers scared criminals into shaking vegetables
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and took care of them in unbreakable cells.
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"Six, one, forty", the navigation computer said and Sedes D. Callback
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leaned back in his seat in the lonely cabin. His only company for the next
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two days would be flashing lights and grey computers. As usual. Sometimes
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he wished that he could bring the prisoners to the cabin or at least speak
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to them via the intercom.
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"Je un homme solitaire", he whispered.
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The reason for your hate is justified! Go ahead Smog! Why did he dream
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that? Someone screamed it up his face. He got to his feet and looked
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around. Mercury and Crash were still asleep in the gloomy room. Just a
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single lamp was on. It must be night, as if it matter in deep space. He
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knew that the zeppelin had left Coca Cola World and entered orbit. He
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recognized the bang, somewhere from deep inside the construction, when the
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inner atmosphere system turned on and supplied the entire ship with air.
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He had travelled in a police zeppelin before. When he was sent away from
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Rebel Cruisers INC to be exact.
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Where did they go? No idea to speculate, Smog thought, and laid down on
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the cold floor to get some more sleep. All answers would come to him -
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later. He closed his eyes and the last lamp turned off.
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Smog did not lie to himself. He knew that his trip to Phobos was not
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some holy mission to catch the killers of his officers. His main goal was
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to humiliate Krax Drool, the man who fired him from Rebel Cruisers INC.
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Accurate and perfect. Once again, Sedes D. Callback docked at Station
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IV at Phobos without a problem. The great rock, once cold and silent, now
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filled with guns, hi-tech and well-trained soldiers. And Krax Drool. Krax
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Drool, the man who filled many people with fear with his divine army and
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some with laughter because of his existence. Sedes D. Callback had
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completely failed his first-impression-ceremony when he met Krax Drool the
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first time. Instead of a small chat followed by some flattering about the
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great work Drool had made on the construction of the huge complex inside
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Phobos, Sedes D. Callback had to be carried away hysterically laughing.
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Krax Drool looked like a horse. His nose was bigger than his legs and he
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always wore the ugliest suits you could find the universe. Even worse, his
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suits seemed to be as wild as his thoughts. People called him mad when he
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bought Phobos to train an army of paid soldiers that he would call "Rebel
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Cruisers INC". They called him mad when he began to build hangars, offices
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and everything else needed for pro warfare inside the black rock that
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orbited the Coca Cola World. But they stopped laughing when it turned out
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that he had the biggest of all armies in the Solar system after only seven
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years. Some say he did it to forget about what he looked like. Some say
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he did it to be able to wipe out anyone who mentioned what he looked like.
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Still, this was the only of his projects that had been working properly.
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Earlier ones, like transforming the planet Mercury into a new paradise "for
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you who want a REAL sun tan" or the new version of Global Air System
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("Universal Air System", failed due to the fact that the Universe is
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endless, old news to everybody, except for Krax Drool) had failed
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completely.
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Sedes D. Callback had to pay the prize for his little mistake. Krax
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Drool always called for him when someone had to be taken care of and
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transported down to Coca Cola World. Any of Rebel Cruisers INC vessels
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could do it in sixty seconds but Krax Drool did not care. The slow police
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zeppelin, with Sedes D. Callback inside, did it in two days. Krax Drool
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smiled and thought "hehe" every time he got the chance.
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Sedes D. Callback took a deep breath and stepped out of the zeppelin.
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He had landed at Station IV, a hangar big as two-hundred football fields,
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with cruisers, vessels and his zeppelin. This was just one of many
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stations however, and the airlock to all of them were even bigger. An
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indoor taxi picked him up and drove him to nearest subway. In two hours,
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he would be on the south side of Phobos, listening to Krax Drool speaking
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about his next projects.
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He leaned against the door inside the big white tube and examined the
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poor fellows who sat on white chairs around him. He wondered where they
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were going and if they had actually seen what a bastard they were working
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for.
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According to their sad faces, they must have.
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While Sedes D. Callback studied people inside the Phobos Subway, Smog
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had figured out a plan. He had already understood that they must be inside
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a hangar somewhere outside Coca Cola World. If he was lucky it would turn
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out to be Phobos. It would save him a a lot of time, when he got out of
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this green box. Mercury were still asleep, he snored loud on the green
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floor and would later wake up with a sword of pain inside his back. Crash
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had begun to suffer from claustrophobia and tried desperately to make his
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way out of the room by banging his head against the wall.
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There was a bug in the AtomMover system, that a few people who read
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"Funny Technique" knew about. "Funny Technique" was a magazine that came
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eleven times a year, and it had contents like "Flaunt your authority!
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Construct fake ID cards!", "Phreak Phor Phree at the new phonebooths!" or
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"How to hotwire a 260000 teratonne destroyer in less than four seconds!".
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In an old copy of the magazine, there was instructions for reverse drive of
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the AutoMover System. Smog had luckily enough been allowed to keep his
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watch when the AtomMover identified their possessions, in search for
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illegal weapons. If the trick worked, he just had to place the
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battery-cell in his hand and press it hard against the mirror. The
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chemicals inside the battery would fool the system to turn on reverse and
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throw Smog to the outside of the zeppelin. But first, the system must be
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activated. It could not be activated unless someone had to be transported
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into it.
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He just had to wait.
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"Oh yhes, this new system that I gonna install if sure a real hit! Oh,
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yhes, ya see, now the suckers work twelve hours a day and then they have to
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go home but now this thing will do that they have to live by their machines
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or vessels, dear I will save time and money oh yhes and..."
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Chainsaw. he would use a chainsaw and cut up dear Krax Drool into
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thousands of pieces and save the Solar system from another complete idiot.
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Krax Drool sat in his small office with a shelf with books ("Strange, since
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he probably can't read", Sedes D. Callback thought) and nine monitors that
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showed him important areas of his complex. Sedes D. Callback stood in
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front of the desk and watched Krax Drool behind it. Another suit. This
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one worse than the latest. Krax Drool had spoken about his new ideas from
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the moment he stepped inside until now, four hours later.
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"Listen Krax", Sedes D. Callback tried to push between two sentences
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"I'm really in a hurry, just give me the cards of the prisoners and I'm
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outta here, ok?"
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Krax Drool mumbled something about his great thinking and opened the left
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drawer. He picked up a blue plastic card and gave it to Sedes D.
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Callback.
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"Only one person this time", he said and placed his hands behind the
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head, "Some madman that tried to jump in front of the subway".
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Sedes D. Callback put the card in his pocket and went outside without a
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word. Before he closed the door, he heard Krax Drool behind him.
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"Can't understand why! They are all happy, my employees!"
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Bingo.
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Smog was violently grabbed by a invisible hand and pushed to the outside
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of the black zeppelin. He quickly looked around. On the other side of the
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zeppelin, he could hear guards speaking about the poor sucker that they
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just had stuffed into the AtomMover front door. Crash and Mercury would be
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transported back to Coca Cola World together with some unknown dude while
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he took care of the whole thing. Smog did not mind. It was his case
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anyway.
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"Over and out with that maniac!", a deep and dark voice said. "He'll get
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plenty of time to rest down at the madhouse on Coca Cola world! Now, it's
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time for coffee. Let's go!"
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Steps walked away and into a small pneumatic car. It drove away without
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a sound and left Smog alone by the zeppelin. He could see people work by
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various flying space machines all around him, some very close, other far
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away in the incredibly large hall. A huge sign on the wall said "Station
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IV" and with smaller text below "Rebel Cruisers INC. Phobos". Yes! First
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prize! Now he just had to get to Krax Drool.
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A taxi would take him to the Subway in less than ten minutes but then he
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would had been forced to identify himself and that was not possible.
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During one hour, he walked slowly while trying to look very innocent on
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his way to one of the subway entrances in each wall. His Army of Earth
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Space Battle uniform inspired some workers to unbelievable bad jokes about
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Army of Earth Space Battle.
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"Deserted to join the best? Har har har!"
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"Time to study how real men work? Har har har"
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"A spy! Catch him before we conquer the Earth! Har har har!"
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If they knew who, or WHAT, they actually were working for, they would
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pray for a place in his uniform, Smog smiled to himself.
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Phobos Subway looked like any ordinary subway, with the main difference
|
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that it ran on nuclear power. Completely silent, with no dangerous
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|
pollution, it had tunnels though the entire rock. Identification of each
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passenger would take unnecessary time, a fact that helped Smog from many
|
|
unpleasant operations. He knew exactly where to find Krax Drool and how to
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get there.
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"I hope you aren't here to get a job?", an old man in the standard Rebel
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Cruisers INC uniform asked him when he discovered that Smog was working at
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Army of Earth Space Battle. "Because, then you are in deep trouble. This
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|
is not a place you want to work at! The only lucky fellows are the
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|
warriors who flies around in their planes! But everybody that can't do
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|
that are only pure slaves!", he continued.
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|
The man left at the next station, named "CommLevel". "He wouldn't
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believe me, if I told him that I used to be a lucky fellow who flew
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around...", Smog thought. He was a good pilot, who had made a mistake! A
|
|
mistake that anyone could do. If they were drunk anyway. Krax Drool would
|
|
soon realize that it is not good to fire men who doesn't deserve so! The
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final station, "OverlordLevel", were only half an hour away.
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"Seems like Smog disappeared?", Mercury said.
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"Hope he dies!", Crash answered.
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"Just shut up", a third person continued.
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|
The zeppelin had entered space again, on its way back to the red planet
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|
that was Coca Cola World. Inside, there were only four depressed people.
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None of them would ever see Private Rog Dbang again.
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Smog was alone in the Subway when he stepped off the wagon and entered
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OverlordLevel. This level was different from the others, with fresh
|
|
breathable air and clean floors. The walls looked newly painted with a
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|
milky white color. Muzak played from hidden loudspeakers and created a
|
|
calm and enjoyable atmosphere. The subway changed direction and rushed
|
|
away to yet another ride. He knew where the only door in the middle of the
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|
hall would take him, and he did not want to hesitate. His old A+ identify
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card still worked and let him pass to the inside.
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"Yhes, new old yhes"
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|
Krax Drool was busy speaking about some new installation that would make
|
|
him very satisfied, and his employees neurotic. That is why he could not
|
|
see Smog tumble towards his office in the guardless corridor outside.
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The sterile corridor had no guards, just a few cameras that watched his
|
|
steps. There were many doors to different parts of the higher privileged
|
|
workers but the only one that attracted him was in the end of the long
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|
corridor. He ran with a smile on his lips with the knowledge that he would
|
|
soon meet the antichrist himself.
|
|
The sign almost welcomed him. "Krax Drool". A led on the left informed
|
|
him that Krax Drool himself was busy at the moment but if you just rang the
|
|
little bell he might have time to
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|
(Crash! It could have been quite impressive. The door to the office,
|
|
suddenly cracked into pieces. Smog visible as a shadow from the white
|
|
light on the outside. Silence. Dust from the broken door falls to the
|
|
floor. Silence. Smog speaks "Remember me?". Krax Drool stares in panic
|
|
at the shadow and tries to say something from slowly moving lips, but
|
|
cannot get a word through them. Smog begins to walk towards him with heavy
|
|
steps, each one of them pounding hard on the floor. Krax Drool opens a
|
|
drawer violently and grabs his new MolKill gun. But! Smog is faster than
|
|
light and slams the drawer shut, with Krax Drools fingers half way out.
|
|
Krax Drool screams in pain. Smog kicks the chair that Krax Drool sits on
|
|
to the wall and places his leg on it, making it unable to move. Krax Drool
|
|
stops screaming and stares at the cold face in front of him.
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|
"Confess", Smog demands.
|
|
Krax Drool tell him the truth. He had given the order to his secret
|
|
commando to exterminate Army of Earth Space Battle HQ. Smog brings him in
|
|
triumph to Earth and throws him into the wheel of justice that gives him
|
|
the punishment he deserves)
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Clang! "What the fucking fucking hell?!". Krax Drool heard someone run
|
|
right into his locked door and scream naughty words. The security on his
|
|
OverLordlevel was very low, since he was absolutely sure that no intruders
|
|
would pass the security check in the air locks on their way in. However,
|
|
in some cases, minds of his own people twisted and tried to get to him.
|
|
His door stopped most of them, even if it was just a locked wooden door
|
|
with no extras. This was different. Krax Drool took a deep sigh and
|
|
reached for his phone to call security, who sat in a room a few steps and
|
|
probably drank coffee. But a second later, someone crashed right into and
|
|
through his door and fell down on the floor in front of him. Parts from
|
|
the door and the ceiling rained over the individual.
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|
"Finally inside, but where's the cigar?", Smog mumbled to himself on the
|
|
floor inside the office of Krax Drool. No time must be wasted. Smog
|
|
quickly threw the debris away from his back and got to his feet.
|
|
He looked like he always had done. A suit worse than anything else,
|
|
crazed eyes who stared at him and that face that drove people to insanity.
|
|
No words of wisdom was said. Smog just took a leap onto the desk and
|
|
grabbed his throat above the suit with a steady grip.
|
|
"Confess! Confess! Confess!"
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|
"Yarghl..."
|
|
Smog shook him violently while screaming hysterical phrases, that he
|
|
would not even understand himself if he heard them. Smog understood after
|
|
a while that he was a bit unclear and began the accusation with; "Listen!
|
|
I know that YOU are responsible for...".
|
|
The one-man discussion ended thirty seconds later with "...get it?
|
|
Confess! Confess! Confess!".
|
|
Krax Drool believed that his head was about to explode any second if that
|
|
mad soldier in a Army of Earth Space Battle uniform held his hands around
|
|
his throat ten seconds more. He knew what he was talking about, but in a
|
|
much very different way.
|
|
"Confess!"
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|
Smog screamed - Krax Drool tried to reply. Impossible, since he could
|
|
not inhale air, which is very important. Smog stared into the empty eyes
|
|
and expected an answer to him any second now. He was not sure if he really
|
|
wanted an answer. Smog could kill Krax Drool now and then the vendetta
|
|
would be over. Smog watched Krax Drool suffer, and he smiled. Krax Drool
|
|
raised his hand very slowly as if his life drained away and pointed at
|
|
something behind Smog.
|
|
"Bah! I don't buy cheap tricks! Confess!"
|
|
Krax Drool continued pointing at something behind Smog. Smog lost his
|
|
cold face to a very puzzled look. He slowly turned his head around and
|
|
faced nine monitors showing different people work with classified material
|
|
somewhere inside Phobos. None of them interested him.
|
|
"...we have just been informed that terrorists from the anarchy planet
|
|
GagarinSix by the Alfa Centauri system have mobilized an army of about nine
|
|
thousand ships..."
|
|
IFF news. The perfect woman, constructed by a computer, spoke very
|
|
gently about the latest news. Smog felt very bad. Something was wrong.
|
|
The picture switched to a view of the hyperspace which showed a large
|
|
amounts of destroyers on their way to the Solar system.
|
|
"...the terrorist group have declared total war against the Solar system
|
|
and planet Earth. The group - who calls themselves Symbol Of The Free
|
|
North - have also admitted that they were responsible for the attack
|
|
against..."
|
|
Smog closed his eyes hard.
|
|
"...the Army of Earth Space Battle..."
|
|
A flash of lightning crashed into his brain. "No!", Smog thought. "This
|
|
can't be true!". The monitor suddenly turned black and Smog rapidly
|
|
dropped his grip around Krax Drool. He fell back into his chair and begun
|
|
coughing violently. Smog felt totally paralyzed.
|
|
"You idiot!", Krax Drool shouted and quickly pressed down a button on the
|
|
desk. "I don't know who you are but you have almost fucking destroyed my
|
|
counterattack against the enemy!"
|
|
Smog wanted to explain. He wanted to explain the fact and then strangle
|
|
Krax Drool to death. But he knew that it was impossible. A guard suddenly
|
|
rushed into the room and placed a gun to Smog's head. Smog heard the
|
|
familiar sound of a fully charged laser gun near his ear. Krax Drool
|
|
looked at him without a sign of mercy.
|
|
"Take this maniac to the isolation! He is totally disturbed!" The guard
|
|
grabbed Smog and pushed him out the door. Krax Drool seemed to have
|
|
forgotten the whole thing already as he begun to scream orders all around
|
|
Phobos. Most of them had the simple message of immediate actions against
|
|
the oncoming troops. Others just encouraged his forces to get their asses
|
|
out of various places.
|
|
Humiliation. This was the true end. Smog could hear Krax Drool from the
|
|
room behind him. Red lights blinked from the wall while an alarm signal
|
|
rocked the corridor. The guard pushed him hard in the back and told him to
|
|
get a move on. Smog walked. This was the end for his career and life.
|
|
Krax Drool had won and he could not do anything about it. He began to feel
|
|
dizzy.
|
|
Then! Blam! Something exploded! Smog fell to the ground. "They are
|
|
already here!". The terrorist group must have entered the Solar system and
|
|
started their attacks against strategical places. He felt a sudden
|
|
happiness when he realized that Rebel Cruisers INC right now were under
|
|
attack. But it did not last long when he also understood that he was right
|
|
in the middle of this inferno. The chances of making a way out of the
|
|
complex and back to Army of Earth Space Battle was zero. Stand and fight.
|
|
Time to die. Another explosion rocked the corridor. Smog saw a heavy
|
|
piece of the ceiling crumble and fall down right on the head of the guard.
|
|
Like a shot elephant, he fell to the floor.
|
|
Then it all happened very slow. Smog saw the guard pass out. The gun
|
|
landed beside Smog and he grabbed it at once, like a reflex. He knew it
|
|
was fully charged. The trigger welcomed him.
|
|
Krax Drool still screamed orders from his office. Soon, armies from
|
|
GagarinSix would penetrate the building and a final battle would be fought.
|
|
The winner gained control of the entire Solar system. Smog knew all these
|
|
facts already, but he had other things in mind.
|
|
The gun was ready to fire. Smiling, he looked at the door which lead to
|
|
Krax Drool. Emergency squads would be here any minute now.
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Until then...
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