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Ansela snarled, "but if you want less messy..." Ansela waited until the two Trojies' struggle left the evil one's back to her and then lunged. Her knife flashed upwards, severing the spinal cord and entering the Sue's brain. "How's that?"

I'm in Medical, after all. I need edible sustinence. *grabs*

Excellent, excellent. Made me happy to have reported it here.

Akemi skipped over to the dry goods area and pulled out a box of ginger snaps, oblivious as always to the glare her partner was shooting at her.

"Hey, you wouldn't know why the portal decided to send us here, did you?"

Hugging the box of cookies upon the sudden realization of Chase's irritation, Akemi tried to think of the correct words to save her hide.

"The EPC invaded, and they were blocking the door out there at the time, plus you can't ever find the right place when you're searching for it, so I..."

"You reprogrammed the portal for cookies."

"I reprogrammed the portal for cookies and milk."

"Right."

"Uh huh."

Chase had moved closer to Akemi's retreating figure, arms reached out, when the door opened once again. More EPC agents. She pulled the zat from the holster and kept the axe in the other hand if any of the Suvians came close.

I like.
Communism has no place in the avatar-verse.

Looked in the wiki... guess I'll take a TARDIS, I have a team of three and it's easier.

Just FYI.

'... couldn't this have been less messy?'

It was at that moment that the Enforcer Trojie decided to shake off her mild concussion and leap back into the fray.

'Whoa, shit, a little help here!' cried Trojie, clawing wildly at her doppelganger's face.

http://rc6664.webs.com/mission1.htm

Adder and Deuce bring down a Communist revolution in the Avatar Universe.

I guess this happens before the whole April Fools Day insanity.

"Oh... my God..." she breathed. "WANT." The young Agent dove at the dead EPC agent, grabbing the lightsaber. "Mine. I claim. I saw it first. I grabbed it first. Mine mine mine mine mine--"

"Okay, we get it!" Deuce snarled. "You can have the thing; hell, I don't want it. I hate swords."

"You just don't like them because you can't use them worth beans," Adder taunted.

Her partner stared at her oddly. "Neither can you."

Adder sniffed. "Fine, be that way. We both know you're just jealous." She stared around. "Cafeteria, eh? Anyone ever read Captain Underpants? 'Cause if there's any creamed chipped beef... well." Her Cheshire smile flashed briefly.

Well, I don't know yet... What are the advantages of one/the other ?

Which Sue invasion is that? Only I've been co-writing a piece set back in the 2003 invasion, but nobody really knows anything about it.

DRake glanced up, struggling not to breathe in any sue phermones.
"Errr, high?" he said, the knife at his throat warnign him this was not foxglove he knew.

"Errrr, I'm not that cute. I'm not Caffy." He admitted, hoping to confused this, wanting to tear otu the throat but the threat of death overriding his impulses, for now.

Naomi starred at this, letting Sue Laburnum to get in, stunned at drake's reaction. She looked up. "Wait, if you are here, where are we?" she asked, hoping this sue had the tendency to reveal the plans.

When Drake opened the door, he had enough time to register the impression of something pink and frilly before it hit him with an impressive amount of force. Foxglove Sue shook her pretty ringlets and giggled, kneeling on top of the stunned Drake's chest and holding a delicately wrought knife to his throat. She bent down to look him in the eye, taking care to make sure her skirt rode up as she did.

"Good morning! Awww, you're soooo cute!"

Of their RC, there is a knock, and Drake levels his railgun.
"How is it?"

"Foxglove and Laburnum." came the reply. Drake rushed to the door to open it but Naomi could even stop him, or say that there was something wrong with the voice, which had the sound of bells in it.

(I suppose that "Cal hefted his katana" happened before "Escape". I should learn to write faster...)

Agent Cal hefted the katana Chase had lent him and put on a grim face that was perhaps a trifle overdone.

"Flee by the portal," he advised the others. "I Can Hold Them Off ^TM." He tried a cool-looking combat pose, stumbled and almost fell.

"That's not necessary, you know," said Adder. "We can close the portal behind us."

"Oh, yeah, guess you're right." Cal looked very disappointed. "Ah well, there's no point staying here then. Let's portal out." He took Ellen's inert body under his arm and stepped aside for the girls. "Ladies first," he said in a suave, manly voice that just dripped with cheese.

The door caved in, sending metal shrads flying in all directions, and a trio of Gary Stus stormed in. Their leader lowered his shotgun and looked around. The Response Centre was empty, its console locked down and floor covered with items the Agents had left behind. The lead Stu sniffed disdainfully.

"Cowards. Come on, we have... an undetermined number of RCs left to check." With that, the group turned around and left the RC, returning to their designated posts. Their Lords and Masters had decreed it, and their will would be done.

At the same time, six Agents tumbled through a glowing portal one after the other. As was usual in such scenarios, Alex was the first one through and was subsequently crushed by the other five.

"Ow..."

"Ack."

"Ow."

"Well," Cal commented when everyone had gotten untangled and more or less recovered. "We seem to have escaped."

With perfect timing, a Stu ran towards the group, activating a lightsaber and shouting a warcry as he did so. He took an energy bolt to the face and promptly fell with a loud thump.

Chase looked from side to side, eyes widenning.

"Hang on...we're in the Cafeteria!"

... both being locked in mortal combat with their clones. Skyfire was fencing her Sue counterpart, and winning now that Molly was hanging off the Sue's ear and scratching wildly at its eyes. Stormsong had discovered the hard way that his counterpart apparently had the power of invisibility, and had been dragged halfway down a convenient corridor before he managed to struggle free.

He could feel the Black Rage tickling at the edges of perception. He had been trying to find the office of the one on charge so he could receive his partner and his RC, so that he could at last fulfil his true calling to the God-Emperor, by smiting vile badfic wherever it was.

He had come across no-one, and he was fairly certain that was blood, Suvian or otherwise, on the walls that he passed. He surmised that a crisis was at hand, and as a soldier, he required orders. 'Kill the Sue wherever it is found', only worked if you could FIND the bastards.

So it was that when he came across a group of people covered in various hues of Suvian blood, he knew that the Emperor had delivered him unto the means of finding The Enemy. He decided to introduce himself.