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Date Posted: 14:16:14 09/03/02 Tue
Author: Charlie
Subject: What's the first thing you say to the man up stairs when you die?
In reply to: Iago 's message, ""Damn it! Sitis deal with that!" Iago shouted though the comlink that he had attacted to Sitis." on 13:36:10 09/03/02 Tue

"Great, bet the jaw's busted." Charlie thought as he swung kicked Othello off the balcony and onto the ship below. The lion maximal landed with a KLUNK!Then Charlie tossed himself over landing, as gracefully as he could while deep in pain, just infront of the lion. He took causious steps as he approched the lion, blaster drawn. He didn't want to kill him, that was all he needed. Already his bosses were looking over his record of past offenses, and killing a Maximal, even in self defense, would really make him look good.

The maximal moaned. He was alive, that was good, probably pretty damaged which made Charlie smile. Served the bastard right.

"Get Up." Charlie ordered. If he could keep him at bay, just long enough for the security to get there, then everything would be good.

The maximal weakly raised his head and looked around, his optics were blured, and darking. Charlie knew he was heading towards a shut down. Then suddenly the maximal gave him a grin, and mumbled something. Charlie inched foreward and asked, "What did you say, punk?!"

"I said,'Becareful what you ask for, Fleshie." whispered the lion.

Then Charlie saw the flash of a webbed foot, and felt it snap his head to the left, taking his body with him. Charlie flipped and landed on his stomach, rolled over and saw what had hit him. A midsized Predacon was lumbering over. He was the frog that Charlie had seen earlier in the bar with the woman. But where was she now, he had to wonder.

His thoughts were abated when the frog jumped up and ramed his fist right for Charlie's head. Charlie rolled over and barely missed the blow. The frog jumped up again and attacked, kicking and punching at Charlie with a quick unnatural agiltiy. Frog boy kicked the blaster out of Charlie's hand and then landed several hard blows to Charlie's face, stomach and groin. The frog grabed him by the head, while he was bent over and prepared to knee him with a spike right though the skull, when Charlie grabbed the other leg and pulled it out from under him. The frog fell,rolled taking Charlie with and flipped the poor human against the back rutter of the ship.

Blood blossomed out of Charlie's nose, but he wasn't finished. The Frog came at him again, and this time he was ready. He dodged the first two blows, blocked the next, twisted the frog's arm and smashed him against the tail rutter several times.

"So you can dish it out, now can ya take it?!" Charlie shouted. It was then that the frog shoved his foot behind Charlie's leg and pulled the his feet from under him. The Frog jumped away posting himself near the downed Maximal.

"LLLLittLLLe FlEEEEshIIIe wAAAAnts to plAAAAy?! Sitis is gOOOd at plAAAying! SEEEEE Sitis KIIIICK!" said the frog and threw himself at Charlie. Without hesitation Charlie pulled out a cutter and sliced up a part of the ship's roof, and pulled it up as a large sheild just as Sitis's foot was about to slam into his head! The Frog banged into the sheild, and Charlie used it to push him off blance sending him spiriling down to the ground. He looked over and saw that Sitis had landed in some crates that were unloaded by the ship.

"Thank you Captian America Comics." Charlie said, then he felt himself get shot in the back of the shoulder. He wirled around to see the lion slid down a rope. Slipping on his own blood, Charlie gave chase, and landed right before a very nasty looking Hyena.

The lion was already helping up the frog, and the Hyena said, "Othello, get Sitis to the ship. This one's mine."

BAM! It felt like a cannon ball had just hit him squarely between the eyes. Charlie felt himself fly agains the wall, and then felt a large furry hand close around his throat.

"This is what you get for messing with my plans boy!" Once more Charlie felt his head ramed against the wall behind the ship. Then he remembered the cutters. The scream of the Hyena echoed around him as Charlie cut off two fingers of the beast left hand. Blood ran down his face in streams, he was sure that the back of his skull was cracked and a number of bones as well. He figured he must look like some sort of freakish monster from the horror movies. Charging at the Hyena Charlie slashed at the pretender with his cutters.

White knight, he looked more like the Crimson Avenger now. Diving away from Charlie the Hyena rolled and pulled out a blaster, then fired. Charlie stumbled backwards dropping the cutters as he did so. His gut burned, and saw that there was a huge burnt spot right in the center of his suit, and he could see the guts inside, roasted and raw. He held back a scream, as the pretender approched, him.

"Let me guess, you saw our little band leave with the woman didn't you. Bet you thought you'd play hero and rescue her. Well it isn't going to happen, she's ours now, and kid, a word of advice, don't mess with Iago." laughed the Hyena. Charlie could no longer sustain himself, it was just like the bastard gangbanger that gave him his scar. The same smart assed attitued. He didn't give a damn about the chance that he would die. All he cared about was getting that woman out of the hands of this sick bastard.

Charlie picked up a peice of wood from a crate, and rushed the pretender screaming "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" as he charged.

The pretender fired again and again and again, and Charlie felt himself weaking. Just a litte longer, he beged, just a little longer. Just long enough for the SBR's Guards to get her and to stop them. And then he could sleep, with no more pain and no more worries.

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