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Why not try taking care of her Highlander style, with a quick decapitation?

and posted a bit about my interests.
Next step : the agents' profiles.

Just joined the PPC LJ comms !

I think I'll use my InsaneJournal, my LJ is being used for ohter purposes (but I'll still use it to comment on the PPC comms)

the Naomi Sue was lying on the floor in a pitiful-looking heap. Jessie cleaned off her sword on the remnants of the Sues's clothing and resheathed it.

Luke examined the corpse with a slightly disgusted face. "Did you have to make that much of a mess?"

"Says you," Jessie replied, indicating the Stormsong double still sprawled in the corridor with half its chest missing. "Anyway, where were we?"

"Uh... going to find these guys' friend?" Luke turned back to Stormsong and the others. "Sky-something, wasn't it? And I wouldn't mind finding out where the hell Marcus has got to, either..."

"You two act like you're joined at the hip sometimes." Jessie snorted and looked at the others. "So, shall we get moving?" With that, she set off at a jog up the corridor in the direction from which Stormsong had originally come. Luke looked at the others with a slightly amused expression and followed.

Laburnum and Foxglove looked at each other and readied their weapons, but the others seemed to be handling Naomi Sue with no problems.

Here's an idea - release some sort of massive Biblical demon that feeds on life energy, and, when they've killed each other, CUT HER LIPS OFF. That way no bloody Welsh police officers can snog her and bring her back.

Stick her in a sun and turn up the TARDIS's internal time vs external time. (ala "the Runaway Bride" formation of the Earth). The Sue should end up spending her life energy rather quickly. That, or hook her up to New New York's power grid.

... is there a section on how to deal with immortal Sues?

I'm not sure bringing them here is such a good idea either. If possible, the agents are planning on taking her out of fandom.

Having the Sue's immortality disappear in a puff of logic is such a nice thing, don't you agree?

It wasn't just a black hole. What the man said was "the event horizon of a collapsing galaxy". Which is about ten orders of magnitude larger. Like Pads says, those are very good shields.

You might want to consider how Upstairs will take leaving a 'Sue alive, even if she's trapped, though. They got rather ticked off at Jay and Acacia for leaving one to the Elves, as I recall.

hS

He failed his TARDIS' drivers test, so if he can manage...

but both were determined to do what they could. They'd been here a while.

"Keeping them down rather then outright killing, huh?" Deryn murmured, her gaze distant as she considered which spell would be best. "Suppose it'll help work out what plans there are, if we can get 'em…"

Leas nodded. "I'll see if what I know can help," he said, and pushed a pack into her hands. "Remember not to push yourself too far before refreshing yourself."

"Yes, dad," Deryn groaned, inching up. She looked at the field, and thought. A bomb would be a good distraction, but with agents coming towards them and her aim not being the best with grenades and the like, a fire was probably the safer bet. Failing to char the target hadn't exactly been part of her training, though… "If I can get the gun…" she murmured, and focused on aiming at that.

Leas, meanwhile, had started singing softly- a simple chant, meant to rejuvenate the spirit.

A pity I'm too recent to join... I don't have permission yet, so I won't be able to help you with my (future) team of agents with a TARDIS

I like the last one too. Although now that I think about it, the TARDIS must have incredible shields to actually be able to drop someone in a black hole...

feeling fairly useless, as their weaponry was pretty much limited to their swords, which in this kind of situation were about as much help as wings would have been. Exchanging a glance, the pair of them watched their companions fighting and occasionally peeped out anxiously to check on the progress of Trojie, Ansela and Pads, who were crawling up towards them.

Kelvin, though unnerved by the events, was contributing as much as he could. Unlike Zodfang, who didn't even seem to grasp what the word "aim" meant, the Elf was taking his time and actually trying to hit the people firing from around the corner.

When Zodfang stopped firing, Cassie and Nat looked at each other, the same thought going through both their heads, and scrambled out to begin crawling down to help the others out.

If we can get ta the corner, we can take 'em out, Nat thought, trying to ignore the fact that her arm was protesting against being used for the current exercise.

Beside her, Cassie's thoughts were more on the line of What the HELL have I just done?! Too late to back out now, though, she added as she rolled behind an open door just in time to avoid getting her head blown apart. Why the hell anyone had left their RC door open she had no clue, but it was definitely useful. "Nat!" she yelled, an idea coming to her. "Open the doors so we can use them as cover!"

Nat gave her a blank stare for a moment, pressed up against the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, but she quickly grasped the idea and scrambled forwards to open the next door along.

A blonde girl leaned out, seemingly to get a better look at the situation, and Kelvin let fly. She screamed and ducked back, the arrow lodged in her shoulder.

***

Mirror!Nat gasped in horror as her friend fell back, an arrow in her shoulder, and rushed to help. "It's all right, you're going to be just fine," she said soothingly, trying to help the crying girl up. "We can get you sorted, just stay calm."

"They're getting closer," Cassie sobbed, crystal tears rolling down her face and splashing onto her uniform. She looked pleadingly at Marcus and Zodfang. "We've got to stop them."

"Shhh, it's okay, you just stay calm," Nat said, trying to ease the arrow out and eventually pulling it free. She examined it for a moment, then angrily snapped it and threw it across the corridor befor trying to bandage her friend up. "We'll pay them back for this."

Once she was finished, she left Cassie sitting out of the way and joined the other two, trying to return fire at the stinking PPC Agents who'd hurt her friend.

looked around the corner to fire a shot at where he'd seen his double, trying to yell over the incredibly loud din of Zodfang's heavy bolter as it pounded the hell out of the EPCers' cover. There were very large chunks torn out of the walls where bolts had either gone stray or hit home with the intention of forcing the EPCers to keep their heads down, allowing Marcus to move up into his position and try to get closer to the trapped Agents.

"Ansela! Trojie! Are you alright?! Listen, just make your way over here, we'll try to keep them pinned down!" Marcus screamed, trying to make himself heard over the sheer volley of fire. The bolter was deafeningly loud, but he thought he saw his words register to the people he was talking to, though he couldn't be sure as he again fired at the EPCers, this time nearly hitting one who had stuck his neck out too far.

Alright, we're doing good, now as long as Zodfang doesn't run out of-

*click*

"ARGH! ZOGGIN' 'ELL, 'OOMIE, I'M OUTTA BOLTZ! FER GORK'S SAKE, COVA ME, YA GROTS! NEED TA RELOAD!"

***

"Okay, these guys are starting to annoy me!" Mirror!Marcus snarled, slamming in another clip for his solid gold Colt .45 as the hulking beast that served as this multiverse's answer to Zodfang bellowed out to the world that he had run out of ammunition. Leaning out, he hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether to shoot at the Agents on the ground or the ones firing, but as he aimed his pistol at one of the prone female Agents, he almost lost his head again, causing him to duck back and look at the others. Somehow, aside from Zodfang's arm being grazed, none of them had been hurt, almost as if the sheer torrent of fire was more to keep their heads down than to kill them. Muttering several expletives, he fired around the corner.

They're MOCKING me!

"You lot're all right?" Marcus asked, again returning fire at his double. If they wanted to advance, fine, it would just give him the pleasure of wringing the life out of the fake Marcus with his own hands.

alongside Trojie and Pads. She really didn't want to get killed by her own side, especially not by accident. That... creature with the BFG didn't seem to care one bit who got hit.

"Saradonim worshipping mother lovers!" She yelled at the Enforcers, following up with a rhyming suggestion of what they could do with waterfowl.

Ansela looked at the glitter covered knife in her hand and grimaced. That wouldn't help if these newcomers all had guns. Picking up a gun dropped by a dead Sue, her lip curling at the realisation that it was encrusted with diamonds of all things, she prepared to make a break for the Protector's group during the next lull in the shooting. Surely someone had to reload soon...

Will go fix that.

We can wrap it up, right guys?

Yesterday I found a mission I had been working on on a friend's computer. I'd forgotten I'd even written the mission. (That Bleeprin is some potent stuff) The Sue's been charged, all that's needed is a good way to get rid of her. I remember I had such a method, but having forgotten about the mission, I also forgot about that method.

The thing is, the Sue's Jack Harkness' daughter and she claims his immortality has passed on to her. So if I shoot her she just resuractes. I think I have three options now:
1) reasoning with the Sue that she cannot be immortal;
2) burying her maffia style (in the concrete foundations of a building);
3) bumming a ride of a couple of agents that have a TARDIS (my agents weren't around when those were issued) and drop the Sue in the black hole where the Doctor (10) dropped one member of the Family of Blood (because they too wanted to be immortal).

I like the irony of the last one. Does anyone have any other suggestions? Whose agents can spare a couple of minutes to help out my agents?

Trust me, there have been longer ones than that before.