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Date Posted: 22:24:59 07/02/01 Mon
Author: Ebonhawk & Mercado
Subject: "What the shock?! Here we slaggin' go AGAIN!!"
In reply to: Captain Ferris Magnum 's message, ""Permission granted..."" on 20:43:29 07/02/01 Mon

""...First we tie ourselves ta this shockin' oversized hunka recycling, an' now we gotta get the shock away? And fast?!
This ain't good, partner; you an' been through enough ta know when we're about to get our afterburner's roasted! Let's make like electricians an' get the SHOCK outta here!! Disengaging tether NOW!"


The myriad ships began to disengage, blazing away at top speed to the advised safe distance, beyond where the Lennon and its current crew of four(five counting its holographic AI) was presently idling. To his surprise, and Mercado's, Ebonhawk had found he hadn't budged a micron.

"SHOCKIN' SNAG!! Merc!! Tether's jammed!! No time to lase thru; armor up and get yerself as far away as ya can!! You don't shockin' wanna be here when--"

"No.

No, Mercado will armor up, but going anywhere not is he. Mercado partner and friend to Ebonhawk, and vice versa. With family all gone, friend-Sinker, and most recently Lighdia, Ebonhawk only friend left have Mercado. Not finished yet partner, no, not by a long shot!"


The Nebulan's silver and purple armor plating slid into place, his trenchcoat receding as it unfolded. His crimson visor glinted even as his facemask snapped into place and Ebonhawk's cockpit slid open. Bootjets blazing, Mercado soared straight up into the vacuum of space, arching backward and flipping back down to the tailfins of Ebonhawk. Twin diamond-edged buzzsaws sprung from the back of each wrist as he went to work furiously on the cable. Sparks flew soundlessly even as the surface of the Nova*Beacon began to light up oddly around several hatches. Meanwhile, the other rescuers raced away, oblivious of the targetmasters’ predicament...

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