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Date Posted: 12:48:08 04/18/02 Thu
Author: Othello
Subject: "Slag it!"
In reply to: Generic Rugby Officer 's message, "::chuckle:: "The ole fake map routine..."" on 23:03:54 04/17/02 Wed

"I knew this was going to happen." Rapport hissed into Othello's ear. "I knew that something was wrong with this place. Didn't I tell you that...."

"Shut-up, Shut-up, Shut-up! I gotta think here." Othello whispered to his partner. Both were trapped by the SBR Security guards. Their plans had backfired, and Othello knew why the jerk Iago had tricked them. He didn't know why he had come here in the first place. He could have been on a Crusie ship milking the fat,rich, pompus exhaust ports for every credit that they had. But no, he was stuck in a holo-room with no way of escape it seemed.

"Hands in the air," ordered one of the guards, and as he reached up Othello felt something move in his left arm. How could he have forgotten it! Of all the stuiped! A smile crept up on his lips and he growled low to Rapport.

"Get ready to move on my signal."

"What are you smileing for?!" shouted a guard, "I said put your hands up where we can see them!"

"Gentlemen please, you really don't want to arrest us." Othello purred takeing a step forward. The guards held up their blasters and he stopped. He didn't want to be shot, singed fur was not in the job discription. "I asure you, good Officers, there is no reason to arrest us. Infact we can give you the person in charge of this."

"And you don't think we don't already have him and his men rounded up" Said another guard. Othello merely nodded, and Rapport closed his giant optics, seemingly falling into a trance.

"But of course you do, you are after all the best officers in the business..." Othello backed up closer to Rapport, hands still up but now they were balled into fists. He was now on top of his partner, the back of his head was pressed on the cold stell of Rapports chest. "And no one out smarts the best right?"

"THOOOMM!!!" A bursting light surrounded Othello and Rapport, and he threw from his left balled fist a black ball that out jets of black, peppery smoke. Then, before anyone could move, Rapport had transformed to his alt mode of a Tractor, and came right at the guards who fired away at him. Othello hanging on for dear life.

However the SBR was quicker then anyone else and shot out Rapports tires before he could do anymore damage. There was a struggle but in the end they mannaged to subdue Rapport.

"Hey were'd the other one go?" shouted a guard. Othello, it seemed had ducked out once more. Lady luck was on his side that day, and he wasn't going to gamble with her for too long.

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