The RBL Store.

[M1A2Tanker]

**I'm going to do something a bit different with this thread. Basically I won't control anyone's character, just mine, and I ask that you don't mess with mine, although there'll be exceptions. I just haven't figured out what exceptions those would be just yet lol. Probably battle, or just a handful of phrases or something...eh, we'll figure it out. Back to the fun!**

Tank didn't return the salute, and explained it brusqely, "Enough of that Pilot. This is my business office, therefore there is no need to act as if you're on duty."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the Saiyan, his fingers steepled. "We've gotten the major mess cleaned up, but a lot of equipment won't be repairable. Those pieces that can be will be put up in the used section, and those marked down prices are what you'll be charged for. The others...those are full price."

"Know this Goku...you'll be working in here under CT for months easy. And so far this doesn't count my mechanic's personal fighter, which wasn't a stock fighter. It was VERY rare...as it came from the second Death Star before it was destroyed. He's going to be very perturbed, and will probably want his pound of flesh as well, so on top of working under CT, if D'orhjal calls for you you will drop everything that is not of high priority and help him out."

"We on the same sheet of music so far?"

[Goku1]

"Yessir. I read you. What was the total damages?" Goku braced himself for the sure to be enourmus figure.


I also will not be controlling anyone elses character, though it may be necesary for someone else to control mine from time to time.

[M1A2Tanker]

Tank slid over a datapad with the totals. "Here they are. That's your datapad. It'll update automatically when a certain amount has been cleared so you have an idea how much longer you'll be at it."

He leaned forward. "Your first task is to start sweeping and mopping the store, storage and hanger. We've already picked everything up, but there's still soot and grim left over. You'll also wax and buff all of it, and you'll go at it nice and slow. I want a very good looking place, and I know that if you speed through it with those abilities of yours you'll miss something, whether you like to believe you would or not."

"But first, go clean up and get a meal. Come back and check with CT when you're ready to begin. Now shoo." Tank waved the Saiyan off with a flippant wave of his hand, demonstrating how much more laid back the store would be in some respects.

[Goku1]

Goku took the datapad, looked it over. Then he saluted, not waiting for a return, and walked out the door. Deciding it would be a good idea to lay off the powers for a while, he turned down the corridor that led twords the Wrath quarters.

About a hundred feet from the door to his quarters, he was jumped by a band of Ninjas, who attacked because he smelled of rooties. He managed to pry them off of himself and fling them down the cooridor, slipped into his quarters, locked the door.

Goku stripped out of his flight suit and dropped it down the shute to the laundro mat. He jumped into the shower, staying there for a good hour, scrubbing all the grime and filth off his body.

After drying off, Goku slipped into some undergarments and a fresh Gi, not wanting to wear out his other flight suits with the manual labor about to come. While the flight suit was comfortable and festuned with pockets, his Gi's gave his a much greater amount of freedom of movement, not to mention they were lighter.

Goku, famished and needing nurisment, zapped himself to the Bar & Grill. Aslan wasn't present, so he ordered a bowl of fried rice, sat down in a booth at the far end of the room, not talking to anyone.

Ace passed by, and gave a little wave, but didn't say anything.

When Goku's rice arrived, he took his time eating it, suddenly having lost his appetite. When he was finished, he got up and departed the Bar and Grill, not having said a single word to anyone.


Tank had said to report to CT when ready, and he just was not ready yet. He took a turbo-lift down to the civilian sector of the station. The doors opened, he got off and walked down a short hallway to a room that had been reinforced because of what lay within.

Goku punched in an access code into the keypad lock. The nuematic locks clicked and the door slid up into the bulkhead. Goku stepped inside, the door sliding down and locking into place behind him.

Here was his sanctuary, the room that he'd spent over a million credits to have built and powered. The gravity chamber of this staion was one of a kind. The only gravity chamber in the galaxy that could produce over 100 times gravity, not to mention 40,000 times.


Goku walked over to the control panel and set it for voice control, then pumped up the gravity to 30,000 times normal gravity. "Computer, activate gravity generators."

The lights dimmed as the red lighting of the room kicked in. Goku immediatly felt his body slam to the floor. He'd only been able to withstand 400 times normal gravity in his normal state, and 30,000 was certanly alot more.

Goku tensed his entire body and went Super Saiyan. Now he was able to stand up, but it was still nearly immpossible for him to move his feet from the deck.

goku focussed his energy and went Super Saiyan 2. Now he could move. He began with a kata of punches and kicks, then moved into a complicated series of spin kicks, backflips, punches, upercuts, slams, chops, hooks, blocking, and a few energy blasts.

Then he moved on from his warmup. He took aim at the specially built energy absorber. "Kaaaaaaaa Meeeeeeeeee Haaaaaaa Meeeeeeeee HAAAAA!!!!" The blue wave of energy erupted from Goku outstreched hands and hit the pad. Instead of blowing a gigantic hole in the side of the station and sucking Goku out into vacuum, the blast was absorbed by the pad.

Goku looked down at himself. He was sweating profusly. He decided it was time to crank it up a notch.


Goku lept up into the air and hovered there. He bent over and tensed his entire body. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Goku's cyan eyes began to turn blue and formed pupils.

TBC

[D'orjahl]

"THAT'S IT, I'M OUTTA HERE!!" screamed D'orjahl as he started into a flat out dash for the exit.
"TANK, YOU DON'T HAVE ENOUGH CREDITS TO KEEP ME HERE JUST TO POINT AND ORDER!" The tech jumped into the open turbo-lift and closed the door behind him leaving the motley crew behind him.
"well whaddaya know, finally something went right! I didn't have to take the gang ways.."
D'orjahl left the turbo-lift upon reaching the hangar level, and made straight for the hangar bay. He thought for a moment to try retrieving some personal effects from the store but thought better of it.
"Nothing I can't replace in there...just get in my ship(whats left of it) and go!"

When D'orjahl reached the hangar he set to work seeking out his ship. There where he left it last was a complete Imperial missile boat.
"WHAT THE..." Stopped dead in his tracks stood D'orjahl jaw dropped to the floor looking at the fighter Goku had brought back from an imperial out post. The missile boat looked to be heavily cannibalized and lay partially stripped down missing it's weapons pods and starboard wing.The engine cowling was totally removed exposing the empty cavity where the ION drive was supposed to be. Absorption pads lay on the deck under the craft sopping up lubricants and the coolant lines were safely puged to prevent the deadly gasses used for engine coolant from escapeing into the stations filtered atmosephere.For a long moment D'orjahl could say nothing but stared at what he thought was supposed to be his ship.
"They....they.... have ruined my ship.... I'll have to start all over again..."
As the distraught flight tech stared open mouthed at the craft before him he came to realize the the missile boat before him was indeed not his ship, only one of similar nature.
"This can't be my ship" D'orjahl said with a sigh of relief.
"This ship has the markings of an imperial craft complete with designation number."
D'orjahl then had another distressing thought. "This ship wasn't here yesterday,... GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLEY!!! I GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!!!
D'orjahl again began his frantic search for his own ship witch he found in short order on the far side of a shuttle craft.
The ship was painted black and yellow with zig-zag patterns much like the warning markings used to boarder service hatches and loading zones. The torpedo pods had been replaced with canisters that doubled as both cargo capacity and ION drive enhancement mechanisms of his own design. The starboard wing was unpainted with the exception of the imperial markings and number from the cannibalized ship and portions of the engine cowling.
"Thank goodness the reactor core of the ION drive wasn't hit directly lest it would have vaporized not only my ship, but every thing in the hangar bay!"
D'orjahl seated himself in the cockpit and started up the primary ignition sequence and carefully scanned the HUD watching the diagnostics paying special attention to the S.L.A.M.S. display.
"50% ON MY SLAMS!? OH I'M SO OUTTA HERE!!!" As the old tech reached for the hat control and collective to the repulsors he felt overcome with gut sickness as the repulsor generators whined down to a halt. All the instruments in the cockpit went black save for the main display. Across the display read a message.

**WITH REGRETS I MUST REQUEST THAT YOU STAND DOWN AND AWAIT SECURITY, THIS CRAFT IS NOT CLEARED FOR DEPARTURE AND ISSUES OF YOUR REQUIRED PRESENCE ON THIS STATION HAVE YET TO BE DISCUSSED**

"DISCUSSED !!!" D'orjahl screamed. "WHATS TO DISCUSS!? I DON'T LIKE IT HERE AND I'M LEAVING!"

A new message came across the display.

**NO YOUR NOT**

D'orjahl glanced about the hangar from inside the cockpit and just off his port wing was an astromech, R2Vader.
"LET MY SHIP GO YA @*&$^*IN AUTOMATED WASTE BASKET!!!" D'orjahl shouted.
Coming up behind the little droid were several security guards, Ace and Aslan. Ace was still rubbing the bump on his head.

Across the display read....

**FLATTERY WILL GET YOU NO WERE**

[Goku1]

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH HAAAAAAAAA!!!!" Goku leaned back and let everything in his mind go. His hair trippled in length, flowing down to his waist in golden spikes. His eyebrows dissapeared as the transformation to Super Saiyan 3 was completed.

Under neath his feet, Goku could feel the aftershocks the the shaking his transformation had put the station through.

Goku took a few exploratory steps. He felt as light as a feather. He did a few backwards hand springs as though they were nothing.

"Computer, increase gravity to 40,000 times normal gravity. Execute." Now he could feel it. His body felt like it weighed 3 times what it did. Now the real training began.

The thunderous moves Goku perofrmed against a forced-field protected dummy rocked the room and sent vibrations through the station. Snoopy, in the Wrath hanger, watched as one of his milkbones fell off a table and bounced on the floor.

After a half hour of extremely rigourus training, Goku exited the gravity chamber, unawair that he was still Super Saiyan 3. Though the chamber had been a very hostile environment, it had also been cold, so goku was no longer sweating.

Goku made his way twords the Store, ready to report to CT.

[Acehigh]

"Boy Aslan I'll give your guys credit, those ninjas are getting better. To bad they forgot I always carry two light sabers hehehehehehehehe."

As the guards approached they couldn't help but chuckle at the situation at hand. That yellow and black hazard paint job really did the trick!

"Dorjahl how ya like your ship? R 2 Vader and the other droids from the Incenerator fixed it up for ya. Ummmmm ROLF LMAO......but they didn't tell me about that paint job......... R 2 Vader status report?"

"My force grip is holding the missle boat in place *pointing his manipulator arm at the ship* I must say boss it was an honor working on a real fighter again instead of those rust bucket X-wings. Can we keep this guy? He even has a real Imperial flight suit..........For the Greater Glory of the Empire!!!"

*R 2 Vader hadn't noticed a control panel behind him which read "Tractor Beam 100% Operational, 100% lock"*

[M1A2Tanker]

Tank's eyebrows knitted slightly as he felt an anguish and rage unlike anything he'd ever felt before...coming from the Hanger Bay. He stood up and looked out his viewport that overlooked the whole Bay, noticing the gathering over ath D'orjahls missile boat...and the new, or not so new, missile boat.

"What the..." He muttered as he left his office, taking the open-air lift next to the God Booth (a booth that had the best view over the entire Hanger), heading towards the gathering, picking up on the anguish much more clearly now.

"Hmm..methinks D'orjahl isn't quite ready for the RBL station life...probably safer to keep him in here.." He smirked.

[Goku1]

Goku reports to CT, who shows him what needs to be done and how to do it. CT seems to be back ti himself around Goku, depsite the Saiyan still being a Super Saiyan 3, nor did he mention it to Goku.

Goku went back into the supply room, filled a roller bucket with a powerfull cleaning agent, grabbed a mop, and went to work.

"Mop mop mop, all day long, mop mop mop while i sing dat song. Gonna wax the floor, gonna make it shine. Gonna take off all da rust with turpentine"

CT stood over at the register as Dark came in and bought a new lightsaber power core. Wild§lash, on one of his visits, dropped by to see if there actually was a Tank clone, then bought a new holocam to take the picture with.

Goku finished removing all tha major grime and dust from the floor. It now had a dull sheen to it. Time to change that.

Goku emptied the bucket in the hazmat disposal chute, rinsed it out, replaced the bucket and mop in the supply closet, then pulled a bottle of floor wax from the top shelf.

Goku set to work on the floor with the wax. After he'd gotten an even coat on the floor, he pulled the industrial sized buffing machine from the supply closet. Within an hour, the floor shone like a mirror once more.

Once he'd put everything for the floor away, Goku grabbed a white rag and a spritz cleaner and cleaned and sanitized all exposed surfaces. Then he grabbed a duster and removed all the dust from the shelves.


In the proccess of dusting, Goku noticed something sitting on a shelf in front of him. His jaw dropped. "No way...... it's not possible..... it just can't be possible."

CT, who had just finished off a botteled rootie, came over to him. "what is it Goku?"

Goku pointed at the item. "Where in the galaxy did you two find a Sith Lanvarok??? I thought the only left-handed double bladed lightsabers left where those that the new Jedi have built, but this thing's gotta be over 2,000 years old!"

CT looked at the Saiyan, "yes Goku, it's actually over 10,000 years old. It was built by a Sith lord just before the Old Republic came into power. Mirax Terrek Horn was happy to sell it to Tank and i, though we paid a huge price for it.

Goku let out a whistle. "Well, don't you think we should put in a transparasteel case or something so it isn't damaged?"

"Nah, it's fine where it is Goku. Now if you don't mind, we've just got s shipment of vending machines in. Some idiot delivered them fully stocked though, so they weight a ton. I can't lift them on my own, but you being you, you'll have no problem putting them where they need to be."

"You got it, CT. Got a list of where they need to go?"

"No, you'll be taking them one at a time to locations I give you. I'd suggest you use your Instant Transmission, but given the traffic of the spots, you might land on someone."

CT lead Goku into the back where the new rootie machines where waiting. "Alright, first spot is, of course, the main hangar. Put it right next to the pilots lounge."

"Yessir!" Goku lifted the vending machine with ease and took it the the hangar, where unbeknownst to him, D'orjahl was still ranting and raving.......


And with Goku still being Super Saiyan 3, this should be funny.....

[D'orjahl]

D'orjahl sat back into his seat.
"Trapped." he said to no-one in particular. The Tech then began grumbling aloud.
"Trapped and even if I could leave where would I go? My ship is marked and where ever I go, the imp warlords who owned that other missile boat will be after me thinking this is their missing ship."

A query flashed across the main monitor.

**HOW WILL THE WARLORDS KNOW WERE TO LOOK FOR YOU?**

D'orjahl studied the question for a bit and bit back his initial impulse to tell the little droid what to go do with it's self.

"AWWWwwwwwwhat the hell, O.K., I'll level with you. The ship you used to to re-build my ship belonged to the "Scythe Fleet". I was stationed with scythe just before my transfer to DS-2 while I was at scythe I received an commendation and promotion for designing and implementing a transponder on a star fighter. This transponder allowed the empire to track any stolen ship pretty much anywhere in the galaxy and aid the empire in search and rescue of any lost pilot. The side effect being that they would also find the ship and whoever possessed said craft. Though not all fighters in the empire have been retro-fitted with this device, it's a pretty safe bet that this missile boat is one of those ships. This being the case, if the location of this base was supposed to be a secret, then you kin kiss yer secret good bye" D'orjahl awaited the next question to pop up on the monitor.

**HOW LONG BEFORE THE WARLORDS TRY TO RECLAIM THEIR SHIP?**

"Well if they stuck to the old imp protocol's then the search started immediately. You should know that. The tachyon signal produced by the transponder should be able to escape the asteroid field and reach any one in the empire who has the system implemented in their base communications."

No sooner than D'orjahl finished his last statement "red alert" klaxon's blared to life. Aslans comm link "bleeped" and the admiral answered.
"Aslan here."

"Admiral, an unknown frigate has been detected by the asteroid radar on the outer barrier of the field. The frigate has lunched several scout ships with TIE Fighter escorts. They are making a bee line for the radar out posts."

Aslan spoke into his comm link.
"Get all pilots to their ship's we can't let any enemy ships get through the asteroid field especially those scout ships as they will collect data on what our strength is."

The comm link came back.
"New report sir, a VSD has just dropped out of hyperspace and joined the frigate....... our radar stations just went out in that sector. Reports are coming in that our picket defenses are engaging enemy fighters. There's no doubt sir, they know were here."

The station was now on full alert and pilots were running to their ships. D'orjahl realizing what was happening started shouting.

"LET ME OUTTA HERE!!! I AIN'T NO GOOD CANNED UP LIKE A RATIONS PACKET!!!"

As the flight tech pounded on the canopy control and then later on the canopy it self, R2-Vader let go of the ships controls and the canopy lifted open. D'orjahl slid down the side of the ship and hit the deck running for the tech station prepared to assist in the in the deployment of the station defenses.
"I sure hope the other hangars are ready." said the tech grimly.
"This hangar isn't ready to be visited by a starscout troop let alone a combat engagement!"

In the tech station stood a droid overseeing the console used for hangar control and craft deployment. Looking out the window D'orjahl watched as a U-wing fighter craft lifted from the deck and clipped the stolen missile boat on it's way out of the hangar bay.

"YOU IDIOT!" D'orjahl screamed at the droid.
"CLEAR THE DECKS AND THEN DEPLOY THE FIGHTERS!!!"
The droid turned to the tech and stated in it's metaticised monotone.
"THE FIGHTERS ARE BEING DEPLOYED AS PER EMERGENCY PROTOCOL"
D'orjahl was turning red.
"YER GONNA HAVE AN EVEN BIGGER EMERGENCY IF ONE OF THOSE SHIPS STARTS ANOTHER FIRE!!!" with that D'orjahl reached behind the droid and flipped a switch shutting down the automation. He then proceeded to push the droid down into a heap and took over the console. Stabbing the intercom button he began.
"ALL FIGHTERS STAND BY. CLEAR DECKS FOR DEPARTURE, FLIGHT CREWS STAGE ALL DEPARTING CRAFT TO PORT SIDE CLEARANCE. ALL NON-ESSENTIAL DECK PERSONNEL MOVE NON-FLYING CRAFT AND DEBRIS TO STARBOARD SIDE OF HANGAR."
Droids and personnel alike began organizing the flight deck with in minutes. D'orjahl read down the flight order as the ships were lined up in the staging area for departure and the ships were ready to fly out of the hangar as he read them off the list.

"Oh great three ships ready and none of them fighters. no, only two ships ready one YT-1300 and one Lambda class shuttle. The X-wings cannons are off-line. Well we need all we can get." D'orjahl sighed heavily ah he reached for the ship intercom button.
"SHUTTLE "SLINGER" YOUR CLEAR." The shuttle lifted off and headed out.
"X-wing "yellow 4" stand down your "off-line"
"TRANSPORT "AQUALISH DREAM" YOUR CLEAR. With a moaning whine the repulsors on the old YT-1300 ground to a halt and a red light on D'orjahls display red "off-line".

"Oh, you people need to be supervised."