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Just as Tank stepped out the door he stopped, and asked himself, "Since when did we have a fridge in there?" He shook his head, determined to find out later, and went back to his quarters.
"This is the final time I wear this shirt." He said as he yanked the HOOAH shirt off, and dumped it into the incinerator. He never was big on such things back in his day, but he couldn't think of a good way to get rid of the thing. So he'd been trying to wear it out in the chamber, and with the gravity pulling down so much, it finally did.
"Only took 25 gs to do it." He allowed the Force to flow through him, clearing his system of fatigue...which there was a lot of.
He changed, and stepped out the door to go back to his office when he nearly ran into Wild.
"Hey Slash! How goes it?" Tank greeted, clapping his old comrade on the back.
"Pretty good. Although I still have bacta tank marks on me." Slash shrugged. "Good to be back though."
"Well, we've got your ship slot open for ya at Hawk if you want it."
"I might just take you up on that."
They were about to head down the corridor, when a staggering Wraith bounces off the walls slowly but surely as he tries to find his way by body feel to the medical ward.
"Parzon me...." Wraith slurred, his eyes covered in fur. "...but couldz youse peoples point me body towardss the doc?"
Slash and Tank both guided Wraith in the right direction, to which he thanked them and staggered off, mumbling as he walked away "Thanks youse guys. I don't know what I'd do wifout you to helpz me. I could have been attached by ze Wampant Panda..."
With a loud roar a large black and white panda appeared from one of the convient Ninja vents and began to gum poor Wraith to death.
"BY ALL THAT IS GREAT SAVE ME!!!" Wraith cried as he pulled out his blaster and promptly blasted himself in the foot.
Before either Tank or Slash could do anything the Panda finished gumming Wraith and left him as a sodden, painfilled mess on the floor, vanishing back the way it came.
"I wonder how such a big thing can fit in there..." Tank asked, looking back into the vent.
Slash just blinked before asking, "What's with the Panda?"
"Uh...we're not sure. It just showed up one day."
TBC...
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Tank had left Goku to his rather strange and slightly disturbing thoughts and headed back to the lab. He was enjoying his little break from his courses, and it had given him some ideas for a new shield.
I know...flying ninjas, buzz cuts, hairy wookies and beat up pilots...the perfect forumla from coming up with new inventions right? Riiiiiight....
Anyways....
Finding the place deserted he began to tinker with some of the gear lying around...and luckily not covered in wookie or ewok fur.
A few hours later...
Tank tightened the last bolt on his prototype, and backed away, wiping the sweat from his brow. It wasn't much to look at, looking more like some kinda doorway or a collar. But he just wanted to test the fields properties first before he actually tried to make a working model.
"Well...let's see if this works." He pressed a button and purplish hue formed in the center of the testing collar, humming contentedly, if not crackling from time to time.
"Hmmm....didn't expect it to look purple. But at least it's working." He shrugged, picking up a blaster. He looked at the testing moniter, and all indicators showed positive. "Looks good so far. Now to see if can repel bolts."
With a loud report the blaster fired, and as he had hope the bolt was reflected, instead of absorbed. The moniter beeped once, then went silent.
"Good. Now to see how it handle saturation." He pressed a couple buttons on the console beside him, than fired several shots in rapid succession. Each bolt was repeled, but then something strange occured.
The crackling he'd heard before became more pronounced and faster than he could move several electrical discharges fired out, most of them towards him.
Yup...you guessed it. He was fried.
When he awoke a good while later with a groan, he noticed two things. One, the collar was shot, and two there was another dude on the other side of the collar that looked a lot like....
"Oh chit." Tank muttered as he saw what appeared to be an exact duplicate of himself.
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**sighs** You sure know how to kill a thread don't ya? Enough with the anime references man! The DBZ thing is a stretch enough, but first Gundams, then Kenshin, and now Big O?!?!?!
**proceeds to give Goku the trout slapping of his life**
I've told you to cut back on those anime references man....
BTW, I'm mostly ranting and raving at 2 am so I've not fully functional on all charges, but my overall point is very clear. No more anime references. Your gundams are gone. Period. No ifs ands or buts about it. You can put that stuff up on FanFiction.net, but no more here, understand?
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*watches, strapped to a bulkhead, as his precious gundam is crunched into pieces, sliced by lasers, and scrapped for parts. a tear forms in the corner of Goku's eye.*
NOOOOOO!!!!!!! What am i gonna fly now?? I used all the parts that were salvagable from my Jedi starfighter to build that thing.
It's best to watch a furball collapse, analyzing the movements of the enemy. Watch how they maneuver, when they fire, how they break. Visualize your own attacks against those observations, then go in for the kill. Sometimes, though, you don't get that advantage. It's at these times where you go in guns blazing, but keep your head on a swivel.
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Actually I do recall Holmes making a schematic of the Jedi Starfighter before you dismantled it. I'm sure we could make a new one, with all the custom features that's standard on a true RBL craft. ;D
BTW, when I say you can write it up at FFN, I mean you can write stories of RBLs on Gundams and whatnot there. It is AU stuff after all. Just no more here, that's all.
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While Goku was having his mid-Gundam crisis....
Tank cautiously moved over to his duplicate, noticing just how much he looked like himself. Well...almost the same. His face seemed to be set in a frown, the eyebrows knitted together slightly, as if he was normally angry.
"Well, he looks alive...if a bit upset." Tank muttered, noticing the rise and fall of the other's chest, and the angry feel of the Force around him.
He turned his attention back to the collar, figuring that it was best to let...himself...wake up on his own. Smoke drifted up from some of the circuits, with a spark appearing once in awhile.
Tank shook his head. "This thing is totally shot. Blast...and I thought I was getting somewhere. Back to square one." He began to disconnect the cables leading to the moniter and the collar when he noticed something odd.
Behind the moniter was an astromech plugin he hadn't been aware of. Made sense in a way, since their processing power could be useful in experiements such as this. But he hadn't brought his R2, Bolt, with him. Yet there were fresh wheel marks on the deck, and a strange looking claw thing next to the plugin.
Only one conclusion could be made. "R2Vader..." Tank said grimly.
Just then a groan could be heard behind him. He turned about and saw his double rise up into a seated position, rubbing his head.
"Well, welcome back to the world of the living." Tank said to the other.
T2 looked up in surpise, then shock. "What? Two of us?" His face contorted to a scowl, as if upset at the notion.
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"Hey, I'm exactly happy with there being two of us either, but there's no need to be upset about it." Tank said as he held out a hand to his double.
T2 swatted the hand away and picked himself up. "Get away from me. I have no interest of being helped by the likes of you."
Tank raised an eyebrow at this. "Being rather harsh on yourself aren't you?"
"You are not me." T2 pointed a finger at Tank, his face a scowl.
"Now if that isn't rapidly becoming a fact to me..." Tank muttered dryly.
"Your sarcasm annoys me." T2 growled out, his hand near his saber.
"Your un-Jedi like actions worry me more." Tank responded, keeping his arms crossed.
T2 blinked a sec, then snorted. "Feh...like I care about your worries."
Tank shrugged. "For being a duplicate of me you sure seem very angry.'
"I told you, you are not me!" T2 yelled.
"No, but you are me. And after I've dealt with R2Vader, we will figure a way out of this mess he..."
"R2Vader caused this?" T2 inturrupted.
"Sure looks like it." Tank jerked a thumb over at the astromech port.
T2 gazed at it, his eyes narrowing. He started to stroll towards the door when Tank called out, "Where are you going?"
"I'll be back." T2 said over his shoulder.
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