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Adder's foaming at the mouth, I think Deuce is waking up, and he's pissed.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3192494/12/OfficialFanfictionUniversityofRedwall
http://community.livejournal.com/kitnminty/5361.html

I used to admin for one, invisionfree rocks.

You can start the new one.

Ha, this wouldn't happen if we were on Invisionfree!

*I-told-you-so dance*

Cal sat up quickly, a jolt of pain coursing through him due to the bullet still inside his chest, and deftly caught the Sue's wrist just as she was about to behead Risa with her katana. He twisted sharply, causing the attacker to drop her weapon with a most unSueish squeal.

At this moment Cal really could have looked cool, but he threw it all out the window when he apologized profusely to the Sue for hurting her and, turning to the other agent, said rather plaintively:
"Kill her, Risa. I can't hit a girl."

It's all the way across the page now, would it be considered clutter if we put our particular RP on a new one?

Akemi shrieked at her partner, and Chase was able to turn fast enough to see the fight Akemi was referring to. A wolf was pinning one of the other Agents down, preparing for the fatal strike. Chase aimed her zat and caught the animal once, but the second shot missed and hit a wall as the wind was knocked out of her.

Chase hit the ground and the zat slipped from her fingers, and she turned to face the storm trooper that had knocked her off balance.

"Isn't that a little un-sueish for you?"

She shoved the trooper away and scrambled for the zat, but her face fell as the weapon was picked up by another pair of hands. As Chase saw the Storm Trooper lift himself off the floor to pull out his blaster, she saw a blue beam pulsate towards his figure.

Akemi, shaking some from the close call, reached the zat out to Chase, who took it and stood up to get her axe.

It looked like more reinforcements for their side had drawn in, and the fight dragged on.

"Stop throwing food at people and start chopping some heads!"

Akemi nodded and made her way to the storm troopers as Chase ran towards the other Agent and the wolf.

The wolf sue had recovered sooner than she had hoped, and was moving too quickly for Chase to get a decent shot without hitting the other Agent. She tried to get closer to intercept the two, but nearly tripped on something. She looked down to see the lightsaber, shut down but still functional, and quickly tossed it towards the fighting Agent.

"Heads up!"

Jessie shook her head at Stormsong's brief description of Molly. "And no, we're not new. I've been here since 2001, and Luke-"

"I joined back in 1998," Luke said with another grin. For some reason he was in a rather good mood. He watched the others going about their business. "Um, yeah, probably a good idea to go find your friend. Jessie and I haven't run into our copies yet, though we killed one that looked remarkably like a friend of ours earlier."

Heading out into the corridor, he chuckled when Foxglove stabbed the dead Stu. "Hey, trust me, he's dead. Once I kill something, it doesn't come back." He rubbed at his eyepatch absently, looking up and down the corridor for enemies.

Jessie stamped on his foot as she passed him, ignoring his yelp of pain. "Ignore him, he's just got an ego the size of HQ." She jumped as the wall of the room they'd just left crashed inwards to reveal an urple copy of the fox guy, whose name she hadn't caught. "Um... should I - oh, looks like he's dealing with it. Never mind."

you beat me to the first cake or death reference...

Alex was crouched in front of a table as the Stu prepared to strike, his hands clenched into fists and held up in a futile gesture. The Stu brough the blade down...and dropped the saber as flames washed over him. The curved lightsaber rolled away from the EPC Agent as he staggered backwards ,screaming in agony and clawing at his now-burned face.

Alex picked the saber handle up and briefly contemplated making some witty remark before deciding to simply finish the imposter off. Stu-Alex's screams quickly died down as he stopped clawing at his own face, replaced by gasping. Alex looked at his counterpart and saw something that resembled a well-done steak more than a human face. Both of the imposter's eyes had been completely burned away, and blackened glitter oozed from the sockets.

"Payback time." Alex snarled. The imposter swivelled towards him, flailing wildly with his burned arms in a vain attempt to block him. Alex calmly and quickly swung the saber in a low arc. There were two buzzes in rapid succession, and Stu-Alex's torso fell one way as his legs fell another. Shrieking in pain, the imposter continued to wave his arms as he fell on his back.

"Relax." Alex said, an unpleasant smile on his face. The Stu continued to scream, so Alex turned the lightsaber over in his hands and stabbed down. The Stu clutched at his now impaled sword hand with the other, gritting his teeth in pain. Alex noted that he'd stopped screaming, then took the other hand.

To his credit, Stu-Alex was completely silent when Alex lifted the lightsaber above his head for the final time. There was a hiss as the lightsaber passed through the EPCer's neck, and Stu-Alex's head rolled off.

Alex deactivated the lightsaber, and looked at his counterpart's body.

"Hm...jacket seems to be intact."

Alex bent down and promptly relieved the imposter of the jacket. There were some burn marks, and the hood had been singed by Alex's lightsaber swipe, but it was more or less intact. Better yet, he had four lightsabers on his belt.

The battle in the Cafeteria had quickly grown into a full scale skirmish. With reinforcements from both sides pouring in through the doors, there were now several dozen Agents from both sides inside the cavernous room. Stray energy beams and projectiles flew in all directions and the clanging of swords echoed through the room.

Putting on the imposter's jacket instead of his own now-tattered one, Alex looked around. Agents of all shapes and sizes were fighting Sues, many of them their counterparts. Alex heard a hiss and turned to see a large cat jump at him, claws extended. He chuckled and ducked. A moment later, he was very surprised when it abruptly shifted into a large wolf and knocked him to the ground, claws tearing into his jacket.

He tried to gut it with his lightsaber, but the Animorph Sue saw the movement and knocked the saber from his hand with one massive paw. In a now-unpleasantly familiar situation, Alex saw the saber handle go flying off into a Suefic surface rubble pile. Jaws snapping, the morphed Sue prepared to tear the Agent's throat out.

(OOC: I know that Animorphs can't shift directly from one form to another, but the Sue doesn't.)

Naomi sighed
"And nice to meet you two. Although, hmm, maybe we should move?"

There was a sawing sound at the wall, And dRake leveled the rail gun as the wall crashed inward, with an URPLE anthro fox there, wielding a axe that was flashing with teeth.
"HERE"S DRAAKE!!"

Naomi sighed, as Drake leveled his railgun at his clone.
"And i'm guessing my clone is just around the corner." She said, trying to motion if anyone happened ot ahve a grenade on them.

Stormsong stepped outside the response centre and took the knives from the squishy pile of weasel-Stu. "Trust me, thou wilt meet her soon. Just follow the trail of carnage and ferret urine. I swear, we tried to housebreak her ..."

"Um, do you know you're robbing a corpse?" Laburnum asked, wrenching her axe free and rolling the Sue over to get the jacket. "Not that I'm objecting as such, it just seems unusual coming from you specifically."

"Aye - best time." The weasel plucked a particularly impressive barbed blade from the corpse's belt and examined it. "After what it did, I feel it owed me."

"Y'know, sometimes I forget you were raised among vermin, and then you say something like that." Laburnum tugged on the jacket and shook Luke and Jessie's hands. "Hi. Yeah, we should stick together ... we should go check and see if Skyfire's okay first, but then we've just got yours and Naomi and Drake's to deal with, and I think we can take them together."

Foxglove examined the dead Stu, took a crossbow bolt from her quiver, broke off the point, and drove it into the bullet-hole nearest to the heart. The real Stormsong gave her a very strange look.

"What? He looked kinda vampiric."

Cal, it seemed, would be all right. She hoped.

The storm trooper who had led the squad of EPC agents in the first place now attacked her, swinging the glowing sword. With a yelp, Adder ducked the blade. She stood over her unconscious partner protectively, scared out of her mind but unwilling to leave him. Deuce had been right; apart from wild swinging and chopping, her sword skills were dubious at best. Gritting her teeth, she ducked another swing from the glowing blade. All the stress lately, piling on top of the trauma from the smutfic she and Deuce had been sent into, had snapped her sanity. But the Bloodwrath she had experienced refused to resurface; now she was herself again, forced to fight with nothing but what little skill she had.

There was a familiar grating roar, and a small, dark red shape shot toward the storm trooper and snatched the sword from its hand. Dashing forward, Adder ran the EPCer through and turned to her rescuer. "You took your time getting here, Zoku! What kept you?"

Zoku the Mini-Fire-Dragon merely snarled in reply, before breathing a mouthful of fire into the face of Alex's Suevian counterpart, right as the latter was about to bring down his lightsaber for a death blow.

I didn't think anybody would recognize that Eddie Izzard thing. But, I suppose I underestimated the full extent of your obsession with... British things.

Eddie Izzard rocks, yes.

The thing that got to me was the name of the Sue. My older brother (who is as much an Avatar fan as I am, and introduced it to me in the first place) saw the fic and is convinced it was a troll. But it doesn't really read like troll fodder, but... meh.

"Can't say I've ever heard of Molly Rath," she replied to Laburnum. "And sure, take the jacket, that looks like a nice one."

Behind Stormsong, Luke wandered into the room, looking totally unconcerned, and grinned. "Well, we've certainly got a nice party going on here." He offered his hand to the nearest person, who happened to be Foxglove, with a pleasant smile. "You'd be Foxglove? I'm Luke Celinus, nice to meet you." He winced as Jessie punched him in the arm.

"This is not the time to be flirting, you idiot."

"I wasn't flirting!" he protested, rubbing his arm. "Anyway, you people want to stick with us? Might be easier to deal with these copy-Sues or whatever they are."

Laburnum stomped heavily on her Sue-clone's throat, waving as she did so. "Nice t'meetcha. Hey, is it okay if I steal this one's jacket? Always wanted a black leather jacket."

"And the neurotic weasel is our old buddy Stormsong. You might have heard of him, he's one of Molly Rath's foster-parents," Foxglove added, reaching into her Sue-clone's wound and doing something unspeakably messy which resulted in a lot of screaming from the Sue. Stormsong shook himself and glared.

"'Neurotic'? Excuse me, young madam, but hast thou ever suffered the experience of being propositioned by something claiming to be a copy of thyself, however minimal the resemblance? I feel I have the right to be shaken."

"It what? Oh, that's gonna be fun to explain to the shrink," said Laburnum, bringing down her axe on her Sue clone with a loud crunch.

But are our doubles so ter..."
She was cut off as a loud roar sounded, like a chainsaw. From teh looks on F&L, it seemed they knew this.

"ERrr, run?"

DRake stood up, unslighing his gun.
"Ill handle hi..."
He was pulled along backwards as he was dragged by naomi.

Aiming her gun at the Sue version of the dark girl - the one being strangled by her PPC counterpart - she fired, hitting the Sue in the stomach. As it fell to the floor, crying, she looked around at the scene.

"Okay, this isn't really out of the ordinary for the PPC, war in the corridors and all, but do we have time for introductions? I'm Jessie." She stepped forwards to help the girls out, suddenly feeling a bit old as she examined them. Jeez, I'm pushing thirty and I'm helping out a bunch of teenagers.

Foxglove and Laburnum - the real ones - turned the corner and saw the chaos. Laburnum ran in and helped Drake up as Foxglove leapt on her Sue self and tried to strangle it with its own pigtails.

"Hey, guys," said Laburnum, kicking at her Sue clone's legs as it stumbled from Naomi's strike. It collapsed, struggling under its own top-heaviness. "We should be running, because your clones are coming up behind us, and we need to find somewhere they can't corner us. And I think Skyfire needs help, her clone is bloody terrifying."

"Let's finish these things off first!" Foxglove yelled, wrestling with the Sue. "I do NOT want something that looks like me cosplaying as Little Miss Mary in existence any longer than necessary!"

The usage of the Tenth Walker term was, in retrospect, a giveaway.

Drake epxloded into action, his sporks slahsing out to stab the sue in the arms, kicking at her crotch region as his sporks twisted insid ethe shoulder blades, crippling her. She stood p, then looked down. "now, What shoudl I do, " Backign away out of reach. "Now, if I knew where molly was, I coudl keep you to help me teach her how to kill a sue."

Naomi sighde, then dodged to the side, thorwing her shuriken, sure that they would be defelcted, then rolled in, trying to suprrise the sue, and sweep kick erh legs, although as a long ranged fighter, she was not sure if she could pull it off.

There was a flash of light and a shower of sparks as the two lighsaber blades struck each other and their owners pushed. Alex pulled his lightsaber free from the lock and swung again, only to miss completely as the Stu sidestepped again. Stu-Alex smirked again, and made a beckoning gesture with his hand.

"Stop doing that!" Alex shouted. The Stu's smirk widened.

"Pathetic, useless fool. How your kind came to dominate your multiverse, I'll never understand. You will fall to the might of the EPC, and we will rule all of reality."

Alex blinked, surprised that his EPC counterpart had managed to say all of that one breath. Why, why, why did my counterpart have to be the talkative type? he thought, then lunged again. Stu-Alex casually blocked it, then swung his own lightsaber an inch lower. Alex felt an intense heat on his saber hand as the sword passed centimeters above it and saw his blade vanish as the Stu cut through the top of the handle.

The Stu grinned, showing his perfectly white teeth in the process.

"Goodbye, vermin."

Smiling, Stu-Alex lifted his sword and brought it down for the kill...only to bring the blade down in front of him in a last-second parry as Alex activated the laser whip he'd salvaged earlier and sent the flexible energy beam hissing towards the Stu. The violet beam wrapped around Stu-Alex's saber blade, and Alex tried o pull it back. Unfortunately, the Stu had recovered from his momentary shock and easily, almost contemptuously, pulled his saber back, taking the vibrowhip with it. The weapon deactivated upon being pulled out of Alex's grip, skittering under a table and out of reach. The Stu was smirking again.

"As I was saying, goodbye."

"Jess! Another one - oof!"

A tall, auburn-haired man with a black scarf tied over one eye had just been run into by an anthropomorphic grey weasel wearing the Bad Slash flashpatch. Steadying the terrified creature with one arm, he took aim at the silver weasel coming down the corridor with his Uzi and let rip. A few moments later, the corpse collapsed in a bloody mess.

Luke Celinus, Department of Mary Sues, took a good look at the anthro Slasher. "Uh, are you okay?"

"Stop wasting time and shift your backside to help out, Luke!" A red-headed woman wielding a handgun and with a sword in her belt dashed past them and into the RC, accidentally running into a dark-skinned girl who was kneeling over and menacing an anthro fox.

Sue Laburnum sneered and stepped forward, complicated-looking half-sword-half-axe blade at the ready and black leather clothing gleaming. Naomi surveyed her opponent, looking for an opening. She noted the Sue's movements and reflected that it probably weighed just as much as the real Laburnum, but with the Sue the weight was concentrated in the chest area. Maybe she could use the Sue's awkward weight distribution to her advantage ...

A yell echoed down the corridor and Stormsong ran past, screaming "SKYFIRE! MOLLY! HELP!", pursued by a glimmering silver-furred weasel with a black rose in one paw and several very nasty-looking knives in his belt. Stormsong's shirt was torn, and the Stu-weasel's belt was undone. Naomi's subconscious filed this information away while the rest of her brain was occupied with fending off Laburnum Sue and started coming up with smart-aleck comments for future reference.

I can see it too.