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Underground eXperts United - File #079
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[ Smog's Revenge ] [ By The GNN ]
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"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 somthing 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 rumours 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...
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