Digital Underground - uXu - Underground eXperts United #uxu-079

### ### ### ### ### #### ### ### ### #### ### ### ##### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ### ##### ### ### ########## ### ### ########## ### ### ### ### Underground eXperts United Presents... ####### ## ## ####### # # ####### ####### ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## #### ## ## #### # # ## ## ## ####### ## ## ## ## ##### ## ## ## ## ## ## ####### ####### # # ####### ## ####### [ Smog's Revenge ] [ By The GNN ] ____________________________________________________________________ ____________________________________________________________________ "SMOG'S REVENGE" or "A JOURNEY TO OUR FUTURE" by THE GNN/DualCrew/uXu "..you know what you want and how to get it" (Richard23) The spacecruiser closed in. It entered the Earth atmosphere and circled around a few minutes while the navigation computer searched for the target. The building was found - Army of Earth Space Battle HQ. Like a silent cigar with a white string after its tail, it rushed towards it's destination. The cruiser was made for one thing - killing. Invisible rays from searching radars below was avoided with an impressive skill. Commander Havoc Setrox in the building below did what a well trained and dead calm leader of the 4000th century army normally would do when he saw an enemy cruiser speed towards his office from above. He pressed down all buttons on the intercom and screamed hysterically into the microphone. His voice echoed through the building, but no one was really sure of what he said. "ZXPRTSSXBRAT!" If he had said that a little bit slower, it would have been heard as: "Battlestations! Now! Alert! Get down! Alert! ALERT!" But said too fast to be noticeable. The staff at the Army of Earth Space Battle HQ continued their work, with the comfortable feeling that Commander Havoc was suffering from a nervous breakdown and nothing else. Faces turned to computer screens again and hands begun to examine the latest hi- tech Space Battle Weapons from Taiwan Two. It was a shame that no one took a few minutes of their time to check what Commander Havoc really said. The big, cigar-shaped spaceship heated up it's lasers and turned the Army of Earth Space Battle HQ building into a pile of smoking dust. Rebel Cruisers INC sent their ships to terminate the intruder but they arrived to late. Two hours too late. The leader of Rebel Cruisers INC, Krax Drool, described his slow actions later that evening on the IFF news. "No comments". "Listen carefully! I think this termination action of the Army of Earth Space Battle HQ was something special..." Private Rog Dbang, more known as Smog by his friends, sounded remarkable interested in the case. Smog, Crash and Mercury were sitting by a dark table in Rita's MoonSaloon. It was about closing time, and no one was there except for them and Rita herself. Rita was a beautiful robot, standing by the bar disk staring out in the saloon. She was out of order due to a flying bottle in the daily fight between Private Buster and Private Trasher. Smog, Crash and Mercury could relax. No one would throw them out until early next morning, when the police arrived to fix Rita. Until then, drinks were free and talking was easy. Their black Army of Earth Space Battle HQ uniforms had begun to turn grey, due to the heavy partying the last hours. Their faces were trained to be hard and cold, their minds trapped in a shell that no one could penetrate. Now, the shell looked as if it were going to crumble any second. It was not cold faces any more, it was white bricks with glowing red eyes in the middle that stared at each other in the MoonSaloon. "The time is two o'clock in the morning. We have been celebrating the little destruction of the place for six goddamn hours! Of course it's special! All our commanders are dead! Dead!" Private Crash was not upset. He just sounded like he disliked anything that happened around him. Private Rog smiled. A smile that got your thoughts to someone that just had been unfaithful to his wife successfully and won a million of Taiwan dollars at the same time. "I know what we are going to do" A short moment of silence created the perfect mood. "WE are going to find the cause of the attack..." For a brief moment, the only thing you could hear was the buzzing sound from the white lamps in the ceiling. The last No-Gravity bus rushed past the saloon towards the camp. The dawn would soon break. Private Rog felt like an animal in the Virtual Reality Zoo. Crash and Mercury looked at him as if he was losing his mind. "Why should we bother to search for something that's already well known? Everybody know that it was the Pluto Raiders who did the attack! I think..." "Hey", Smog interrupted, "we don't have to SEARCH for..." End of discussion. Crash suddenly pushed the table away from his body and ran to the toilet in the other end of the saloon. After the door closed behind him, Mercury and Smog could hear the familiar sound of this evenings' free drinks coming back the same way the came from. Mercury turned to Smog. His eyes penetrated Smog as if he looked for a duel. "I think I agree with Crash. Just answer the simple question - why?" "Fame and glory." "Ha!", Mercury answered quickly. "The only 'fame and glory' we will get from this is a eternal number-one place at 'todays geeks'!" Smog had an incredible way of convincing people. Two hours after their chat at Rita's MoonSaloon, all three of them were sitting in Crash's small space vessel. Crash himself did not know. He passed out on the toilet but Smog found the keys in his pocket and stuffed him in the back seat. "I know he would have been positive to this if he knew! Trust me!". The vessel was rusty, but alright. It was in the size of an ordinary automobile and an average speed of sixty Mach. Crash had worked several weeks to satisfy his true love by increasing the power of her afterburner. If he knew that Smog and Mercury at the moment tried to drive it, his heart would probably stop pumping. After he had killed them both. "As I said", Smog said with an eager voice. "The attack couldn't have been done by The Pluto Raiders. Why? Simple. They haven't got that kind of cruisers and weapons. The newest technology they got, are old weapons from the last war between Pluto and Pluto Five! That was two hundred years ago!" A klaxon alarm signal was heard together with the familiar blinking "Fasten Seat Belts NOW!" sign. Smog gave the sign a little kick and it stopped. "However, I am DEAD SURE that this "Pluto Raiders" rumour is only a rumour and nothing else. I am sure that backtracking the rumour would lead us to someone nobody expected..." Smog cleared his throat as if he was going to say something important, like something that could save the entire universe from its precalculated end. "Do you want to know who I am talking about?" Mercury gave up his tries to decrypt the manual of the vessel. It was translated into English by some lamebrain at some B-factory in Taiwan Two. The result was unreadable. He opened the glove compartment and threw the manual back in it. He leaned back in the brown leather seat. Far behind, he saw the lights from the Moon fade away. Soon it would be totally engulfed by the bright blue light from Earth. (Once upon a time, the light came from the reflexion of the sun in the blue water that covered a big deal of the planet. Now, a large amount of halogen lamps did the effect instead. The reason was pure profit. More tourists came from other planets to Earth if it looked like a healthy and nice place instead of a concrete desert). "Listen Smog, I know you probably got some stone-cold-logical explanation to the thing. Just tell me who did it and how you have planned to drag the facts out of them." Pathetic, Smog thought. Pure facts, some shooting and then all the cheap broads. Drunk all night before finally fall asleep on the pavement. That was the only thing that attracted them. Actually he liked it too, but some deep thinking did not hurt, in small doses. "Rebel Cruisers INC. We simply enter their office at Phobos and force them to confess. Back to Earth with the proof and then - eternal life in the minds of history!" "Ah..." Two minutes later, Smog heard snoring in stereo. Crash in the back seat and Mercury beside him. "Pathetic", he whispered. Lazy bastards, who leave him to all the hard work. He set the autopilot for Coca Cola World (also known by it's old name "Mars", but only a few people remembered that) and the vessel immediately began to make small jumps into hyperspace. Outside, the shining stars disappeared to the compact and black wall that was the inside of hyperspace. They would probably reach Phobos in less than five hours. Rebel Cruisers INC. Who else could it be? Smog claimed that he had nothing against the company. He just disliked the fat, ugly, shitbox assholes who worked there. If Phobos by mistake was swallowed by one of the five registrated black holes in the Solar system, he would begin to believe that there really was a God. A merciful God, who you could turn to when you needed it. If there was something that everybody needed right now, it was the extermination of Rebel Cruisers INC. Smog was probably the only one who hated the company to the limit. Smog was probably also the only one that had been fired from the company due to a pure mistake. The chief, Krax Drool, did not believe that "anyone could by mistake crashland, and turn the most expensive cruiser into a useless piece of metal". Smog was kicked all the way back down to Earth, where the only job available was at the Army of Earth Space Battle. His bad luck did not end there. To complete the humiliation, he was stationed on the Moon. The Moon was cold and lonesome. Lucky and good warriors were placed in healthy and strategical, important areas like Hawiaa, SunCityV or SecondParadise. "MoonMen", were only people who failed the IQ test or unimportant people. They were supposed to make a first stand against an attacking force i.e. sacrifice themselves while the army mobilized down on Earth. "Payback time...", Smog happily realized. It was perfectly clear to him that the big bad bud was Rebel Cruiser INC. If it turned out that he was wrong he would probably get hell, but he did not mind. That was a later problem. His mission was not to nail Rebel Cruisers INC. He had something else in mind. Status. That was the main difference by working at Rebel Cruisers INC instead of Army of Earth Space Battle. Even if the government down on Earth decided to let Army of Earth Space Battle protect the Earth from attacks, everybody knew that it was Rebel Cruisers INC who deserved it. They had more power and knowledge. But the government listened to the price and the cheaper alternative won. Members of the government took a deep breath of relief. Mean voices who said that they had sacrificed the future of Earth because of greed quickly disappeared. "Silence with a silencer! Necessary to protect the population from maniacs!", paid people said live on TV. All the money that was made from this good deal, could now be spent on more important projects like expensive tourist attractions (only VIP people from Coca Cola World allowed to enter), MegaMarkets, manufacturing of the new Hologram Color TV and a dozens of luxury articles. "Oh no, don't tell me that I have just emptied my stomach on the inside of my OWN car? I can't believe this. What the hell am I doing here anyway?" It seemed like Crash finally had woke up. "What the hell?" It also seemed like he realized what happened at the moment. "GET AWAY FROM MY CAR OR I WILL PERSONALLY..." Crash had that look that could kill any man within ten yards. If his breath did not take care of it in time. Then another of these unlucky chain of reactions that occur now and then happened. Crash tried to enter the front seat with his entire body by jumping, head first, onto Mercury. Mercury woke up from his safe sleep and imagined for a while that he was under attack from some kind of enemy and reacted instantly. His fist missed Crash with by inch and hit sixteen buttons in the ceiling above instead. Smog, who just had begun to examine the latest issue of PlayBeing ("We got it all! Nude girls, from Sirius to Earth!"), was knocked unconscious by the steering-wheel when Crash landed in the front seat. "This well I now what" Crash discovered that stress affects people's way of talking, especially when he tried to get some answers about everything. Soon, he would also notice that grown-up men sometimes tend to act like small children. "No! No! No! Not my baby! Not my car!" Crash looked incredible ridiculous when he crawled in front of his trashed vessel in the red desert of the Coca Cola World. They had entered the atmosphere from hyperspace, but since all of them were busy fighting about nothing, they crashed two minutes later. "Goddamn... I guess we are quite lucky that this planet installed Global Air System last year!", Smog said while rubbing his hurting head. But the main problem was not the fresh air. Installation of Global Air System (GAS) is known to work without problem for more than six billion years according to commercial breaks. The problem was that Coca Cola World had ninety percent of its area covered with the red desert. Smog, Crash and Mercury had landed in the middle of it. The red Colaian desert had everything you could expect. Hot, occasional storms and dead red boredom. "Well!" Smog looked around. The horizon was empty. No roads, no hills, nothing. The artificial nuclear sun, who flew across the sky on a wire, shone in that way which made you love rain. Cold, fresh rain down on a green Earth, as on Virtual Reality TV programs. "Well!" As usual, when Smog did not know what to do, he kept on saying "Well" all the time until an idea detonated in his head. "We can't give up! This is a minor problem! Remember, Rebel Cruisers INC must be caught! Well!" Confusing, but one really feels that he hates that company, Mercury thought for himself. Something suddenly struck his foot and he took a leap backwards. It could be one of these animals that killed for fun and ate humans in disgusting ways (as seen on TV). But it turned out to be Crash, who still crawled around in agony in front of his ex-vessel. "We can't give up! This is a minor problem! Remember, Rebel Cruisers INC must be caught! Well!" They had been walking for several hours, Crash constantly crying, when the black zeppelin showed up on the red horizon. It came closer and all three froze when they realized that it was the police. Mean, brutal and without scruples. The Coca Cola World Police Squad was infamous. Not a single proton in the universe did not know that you died slowly if you messed around with these guys. The huge black cigar, probably one mile from nose to tail, turned off the engines right above Smog, Mercury and Crash and engulfed them in a big shadow. "A bit cooler now anyway!", Smog shouted in a naive attempt to cheer them up. "They are probably just having a break, right above us!" He was completely wrong. "Hey renegades! Who the fuck are you and what the hell are you fucking doing here in this damn desert without a bloody permission?", a prerecorded robo-voice screamed. Smog swallowed hard and looked at the horizon as if some god suddenly would show up and save him from the situation. It felt like years of silence before he dared to answer. "We..." "Time out!", the voice screamed. Smog, Mercury and Crash would probably have felt much more comfortable if they knew that the voice was programmed to scream "Time out!" as soon as someone answered. A green light penetrates your eyes, then it's over. It is very secure to be transported via the AtomMover system. Like old horror films, it divides the body into every single atom and then sends them as common beta waves to the machine. You are put together and flushed out of a chosen door in the machine. No pain, nothing. The only known accident happened when a police squad tried to catch a mad scientist, who ran away from a lab with his pockets full of critical mass. The explosion wiped out the entire squad and turned an area of five-hundred miles into "status red". Smog, Mercury and Crash did not have any critical mass in their pockets but Smog wished he had. After fourteen hours in the small cell of the zeppelin, he begun to get really bored. The cell was a symbol of depression with calm green walls and six chairs nailed to the floor. In one corner there was a mirror, that was the "door" in the AtomMover System. Nothing else. They had been transported to the cell at once and been welcomed by the screaming voice. "Please wait here until further instructions are given", followed by an ironical "Have a nice day". "I can't fucking stand it!", Mercury screamed and banged his head to the wall to expose his anger. Crash had stop weeping and thought loud about how he would get a new vessel. Smog sat on a chair and imagined twelve dancing girls in front of him on the green wall. They did not know, but sixty yards above them sat the only staff member of the zeppelin - Sedes D. Callback - and studied a simple crossword in perfect harmony with his karma. His white skin would make him look rather ridiculous on a beach, but Sedes D. Callback would not even dream about taking a single step outside his zeppelin. "This was full-time work for a real man", he used to say when his family complained. The isolation had made marks in his pale face, but also in the area around his stomach. He did not mind as long he was fit enough to tap keyboards and press buttons. Kling! The signal from the incoming message console woke him up (from a six letter-word, meaning "crashlanding"). "Uh, oh", Sedes D. Callback moaned. "What the hell do Krax want from me now then?" He turned to the computer and watched the flashing text shout at him. The message from Krax Drool was perfectly clear to his eyes. Once again he had to enter space with his zeppelin and turn the course to Phobos. Krax had obviously turned some employees crazy again with his bizarre ideas and they had to be transported to the main asylum down on Coca Cola World. This was not the first time it happened. Sedes D. Callback had been working as the only police man down on Coca Cola World for seven years in his zeppelin. With good rumors circling around in the Solar system it was easy. Everybody believed that there was a army of mad people inside the zeppelin, ready to kill for the sake of law. But he was completely alone. Advanced machinery and computers scared criminals into shaking vegetables and took care of them in unbreakable cells. "Six, one, forty", the navigation computer said and Sedes D. Callback leaned back in his seat in the lonely cabin. His only company for the next two days would be flashing lights and grey computers. As usual. Sometimes he wished that he could bring the prisoners to the cabin or at least speak to them via the intercom. "Je un homme solitaire", he whispered. The reason for your hate is justified! Go ahead Smog! Why did he dream that? Someone screamed it up his face. He got to his feet and looked around. Mercury and Crash were still asleep in the gloomy room. Just a single lamp was on. It must be night, as if it matter in deep space. He knew that the zeppelin had left Coca Cola World and entered orbit. He recognized the bang, somewhere from deep inside the construction, when the inner atmosphere system turned on and supplied the entire ship with air. He had travelled in a police zeppelin before. When he was sent away from Rebel Cruisers INC to be exact. Where did they go? No idea to speculate, Smog thought, and laid down on the cold floor to get some more sleep. All answers would come to him - later. He closed his eyes and the last lamp turned off. Smog did not lie to himself. He knew that his trip to Phobos was not some holy mission to catch the killers of his officers. His main goal was to humiliate Krax Drool, the man who fired him from Rebel Cruisers INC. Accurate and perfect. Once again, Sedes D. Callback docked at Station IV at Phobos without a problem. The great rock, once cold and silent, now filled with guns, hi-tech and well-trained soldiers. And Krax Drool. Krax Drool, the man who filled many people with fear with his divine army and some with laughter because of his existence. Sedes D. Callback had completely failed his first-impression-ceremony when he met Krax Drool the first time. Instead of a small chat followed by some flattering about the great work Drool had made on the construction of the huge complex inside Phobos, Sedes D. Callback had to be carried away hysterically laughing. Krax Drool looked like a horse. His nose was bigger than his legs and he always wore the ugliest suits you could find the universe. Even worse, his suits seemed to be as wild as his thoughts. People called him mad when he bought Phobos to train an army of paid soldiers that he would call "Rebel Cruisers INC". They called him mad when he began to build hangars, offices and everything else needed for pro warfare inside the black rock that orbited the Coca Cola World. But they stopped laughing when it turned out that he had the biggest of all armies in the Solar system after only seven years. Some say he did it to forget about what he looked like. Some say he did it to be able to wipe out anyone who mentioned what he looked like. Still, this was the only of his projects that had been working properly. Earlier ones, like transforming the planet Mercury into a new paradise "for you who want a REAL sun tan" or the new version of Global Air System ("Universal Air System", failed due to the fact that the Universe is endless, old news to everybody, except for Krax Drool) had failed completely. Sedes D. Callback had to pay the prize for his little mistake. Krax Drool always called for him when someone had to be taken care of and transported down to Coca Cola World. Any of Rebel Cruisers INC vessels could do it in sixty seconds but Krax Drool did not care. The slow police zeppelin, with Sedes D. Callback inside, did it in two days. Krax Drool smiled and thought "hehe" every time he got the chance. Sedes D. Callback took a deep breath and stepped out of the zeppelin. He had landed at Station IV, a hangar big as two-hundred football fields, with cruisers, vessels and his zeppelin. This was just one of many stations however, and the airlock to all of them were even bigger. An indoor taxi picked him up and drove him to nearest subway. In two hours, he would be on the south side of Phobos, listening to Krax Drool speaking about his next projects. He leaned against the door inside the big white tube and examined the poor fellows who sat on white chairs around him. He wondered where they were going and if they had actually seen what a bastard they were working for. According to their sad faces, they must have. While Sedes D. Callback studied people inside the Phobos Subway, Smog had figured out a plan. He had already understood that they must be inside a hangar somewhere outside Coca Cola World. If he was lucky it would turn out to be Phobos. It would save him a a lot of time, when he got out of this green box. Mercury were still asleep, he snored loud on the green floor and would later wake up with a sword of pain inside his back. Crash had begun to suffer from claustrophobia and tried desperately to make his way out of the room by banging his head against the wall. There was a bug in the AtomMover system, that a few people who read "Funny Technique" knew about. "Funny Technique" was a magazine that came eleven times a year, and it had contents like "Flaunt your authority! Construct fake ID cards!", "Phreak Phor Phree at the new phonebooths!" or "How to hotwire a 260000 teratonne destroyer in less than four seconds!". In an old copy of the magazine, there was instructions for reverse drive of the AutoMover System. Smog had luckily enough been allowed to keep his watch when the AtomMover identified their possessions, in search for illegal weapons. If the trick worked, he just had to place the battery-cell in his hand and press it hard against the mirror. The chemicals inside the battery would fool the system to turn on reverse and throw Smog to the outside of the zeppelin. But first, the system must be activated. It could not be activated unless someone had to be transported into it. He just had to wait. "Oh yhes, this new system that I gonna install if sure a real hit! Oh, yhes, ya see, now the suckers work twelve hours a day and then they have to go home but now this thing will do that they have to live by their machines or vessels, dear I will save time and money oh yhes and..." Chainsaw. he would use a chainsaw and cut up dear Krax Drool into thousands of pieces and save the Solar system from another complete idiot. Krax Drool sat in his small office with a shelf with books ("Strange, since he probably can't read", Sedes D. Callback thought) and nine monitors that showed him important areas of his complex. Sedes D. Callback stood in front of the desk and watched Krax Drool behind it. Another suit. This one worse than the latest. Krax Drool had spoken about his new ideas from the moment he stepped inside until now, four hours later. "Listen Krax", Sedes D. Callback tried to push between two sentences "I'm really in a hurry, just give me the cards of the prisoners and I'm outta here, ok?" Krax Drool mumbled something about his great thinking and opened the left drawer. He picked up a blue plastic card and gave it to Sedes D. Callback. "Only one person this time", he said and placed his hands behind the head, "Some madman that tried to jump in front of the subway". Sedes D. Callback put the card in his pocket and went outside without a word. Before he closed the door, he heard Krax Drool behind him. "Can't understand why! They are all happy, my employees!" Bingo. Smog was violently grabbed by a invisible hand and pushed to the outside of the black zeppelin. He quickly looked around. On the other side of the zeppelin, he could hear guards speaking about the poor sucker that they just had stuffed into the AtomMover front door. Crash and Mercury would be transported back to Coca Cola World together with some unknown dude while he took care of the whole thing. Smog did not mind. It was his case anyway. "Over and out with that maniac!", a deep and dark voice said. "He'll get plenty of time to rest down at the madhouse on Coca Cola world! Now, it's time for coffee. Let's go!" Steps walked away and into a small pneumatic car. It drove away without a sound and left Smog alone by the zeppelin. He could see people work by various flying space machines all around him, some very close, other far away in the incredibly large hall. A huge sign on the wall said "Station IV" and with smaller text below "Rebel Cruisers INC. Phobos". Yes! First prize! Now he just had to get to Krax Drool. A taxi would take him to the Subway in less than ten minutes but then he would had been forced to identify himself and that was not possible. During one hour, he walked slowly while trying to look very innocent on his way to one of the subway entrances in each wall. His Army of Earth Space Battle uniform inspired some workers to unbelievable bad jokes about Army of Earth Space Battle. "Deserted to join the best? Har har har!" "Time to study how real men work? Har har har" "A spy! Catch him before we conquer the Earth! Har har har!" If they knew who, or WHAT, they actually were working for, they would pray for a place in his uniform, Smog smiled to himself. Phobos Subway looked like any ordinary subway, with the main difference that it ran on nuclear power. Completely silent, with no dangerous pollution, it had tunnels though the entire rock. Identification of each 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 get there. "I hope you aren't here to get a job?", an old man in the standard Rebel Cruisers INC uniform asked him when he discovered that Smog was working at Army of Earth Space Battle. "Because, then you are in deep trouble. This is not a place you want to work at! The only lucky fellows are the warriors who flies around in their planes! But everybody that can't do that are only pure slaves!", he continued. The man left at the next station, named "CommLevel". "He wouldn't believe me, if I told him that I used to be a lucky fellow who flew 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 final station, "OverlordLevel", were only half an hour away. "Seems like Smog disappeared?", Mercury said. "Hope he dies!", Crash answered. "Just shut up", a third person continued. The zeppelin had entered space again, on its way back to the red planet that was Coca Cola World. Inside, there were only four depressed people. None of them would ever see Private Rog Dbang again. Smog was alone in the Subway when he stepped off the wagon and entered OverlordLevel. This level was different from the others, with fresh breathable air and clean floors. The walls looked newly painted with a 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 hall would take him, and he did not want to hesitate. His old A+ identify card still worked and let him pass to the inside. "Yhes, new old yhes" 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. 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 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 (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. "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) 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. "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!" "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!" 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. Until then... ///////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Call THE STASH - Home of Underground eXperts United +46-13-175042 \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ ...or why not one of our dist sites? Check the INDEX file for a complete list.

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