My
Seal, my Friend
DJK CrimsonAngel (Sith)/Ludo Kressh of Naga
Sadow
(alphacrimson@hotmail.com)
While the
rest of the house slept, an angry, drunken Mob formed in the Sapphire Office,
one late evening.
“Something was stolen from us,” CrimsonAngel informed the Mob, after taking another swing of Vodka, “Something that belong to us as a squadron…*thump*” CrimsonAngel continued as he fell off his chair.
“But I’m not in this squadron,” the Emerald Commander Malik spat out.
“Are you drunk and looking for a fight?” CrimsonAngel replied as he got back on to his chair.
“That I am,” Malik said.
“So be it, it is time we show those sissy Krath, and especially Bob-Fett who is boss, it is time, we take back our mascot, Fred the Seal…who is with me!”
The whole room erupted with a roar.
In the depths of the night, 8 drunken pilots climbed aboard one of Goatham’s personal shuttles, all headed for Loki. Just before take off, CrimsonAngel sent Goatham a message:
“Goatee, gone sissy Krath hunting”
Next, CrimsonAngel got back into the shuttle, and looked over the weapons they brought.
“Well we have 1000 Vodka empty Bottles, coming from the Squadron Bin, and a packet of Matches,” Janos replied.
“Good, we are all set, everyone strapped in?” CrimsonAngel asked.
“I can’t find my strap!” Jaguar replied.
“Gah… begin to take off Carl Lost.”
With that, the shuttle, renamed “The Seal” (Karimicus painted that onto the Hull) lifted off, and entered Hyperspace.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Abel Malik said as he threw up all over Goatham’s leather seats.
“Bah, clean it” Neo said as he took another swing of vodka, “I want to be fully prepared to tackle what every HMR throw at us, so I can get my Wife back!”
“Ok you angry drunken mob, we exit hyperspace in 5 minutes, drink your last bottle of vodka, and start to begin to prepare yourselves for the raid, we can’t leave anything to chance.” CrimsonAngel said as he began to arm himself with the box of matches and a couple bottles of vodka.
Upon exiting hyperspace, an enquiry came over the shuttles commlink.
“Unidentified shuttle, this is ACO Figaro of House Marka Ragnos, you have entered Loki space, please identify yourself.”
“This is DJK err…this is QUA Goatham of House Ludo Kressh, requesting permission to land?” CrimsonAngel said
“Permission Granted, QUA Goatham, ill have a welcome committee awaiting your arrival” Figaro.
“Thank you,” CrimsonAngel replied as he switched the commlink off. “They took the bait, now once landed, I want you guys in and out, I don’t want to be around when HMR call for backup. Do what you need to do, get the seal. Communication over headset…umm…drink up...we are going to need it.” CrimsonAngel said.
“Another thing,” Neo added, “Ever since Bob-Fett stole Fred, and put Bob the goldfish, down his pants, I have never felt so lonely. I want my Freddy back!”
At this Neo began to cry.
“Enough,” Malik said, “I can stand to see a Dark Jedi cry, lets get this over and done with, and lets head back to Ullyr to drink!”
As the shuttle descended, a little crowd came to greet, whom they thought was QUA Goatham. As the shuttle’s walkway descended, Shups, Figaro, Kano and Trevarus they anticipated the appearance of the QUA, but no one exited.
Then a few bottles of vodka were thrown out.
With everyone distracted, CrimsonAngel, Carl Lost, Abel Malik, Jaguar, Janos, Karimicus, Neo and Malik jumped out of the ship and began to attack the HMR members with bottles of vodka.
“Onwards,” CrimsonAngel yelled, “To free our Seal!”
Vodka bottle after vodka bottle was thrown at their foes. The eight of them soon enough cleared the 4 men waiting them, and advanced into the fortress.
Meanwhile, back at the HLK base, Goatham just got up, and checked his message. He noticed that the base was more quite than usual. Checking the bar, Goatham found that none of the usual sapphire crewmembers were drinking. “Maybe, they finally got some brains,” Goatham thought. Checking his messages, he found than he only had one, and it was from the Sapphire commander, CrimsonAngel.
“Goatee, gone sissy Krath hunting”
Goatham eyes widen, as he realised what happen. He ran to the hanger, only to find his personal ship gone, blue spray paint and a lot of vodka bottles. He ran to the control tower and checked the flight logs, to find a ship called “The Seal” and taken off, and hyperspace along a vector towards Loki.
“Dam that CrimsonAngel,” he muttered, “Though, at least it will be quite around here for a while.”
Back in the HMR base, the drunken angry mob penetrated the actual fortress. In they flowed, taking no mercy in throwing vodka bottles at the ones who opposed them.
“Malik to CrimsonAngel, there is no sign of the Seal in their bar, in fact, there is nothing in there bar apart from soft drink, it is horrible sight.”
CrimsonAngel got on the commlink to his angry drunken mob.
“I have a funny feeling where the seal is, cover me while I make it up to the personal quarters.”
Meanwhile in the hanger bay, Neo and Janos were up against Starlion and GhostDog. Janos had the upper hand over the HMR members since they could throw the bottles, where the HMR members could only squirt ink out of their pens. Trapped, Neo got two vodka bottles out, and with the help of the force, was able to hit the HMR members with the bottles, before they had a chance to squirt their ink at him.
Back in the personal quarters, CrimsonAngel had made his way to his destination. He opened the unlocked door.
“CrimsonAngel, I have been expecting you,” Bob-Fett said, “Fred and myself are reunited now, and no one will take that away from me.”
“You taught me enough to beat you Bob-Fett,” was CrimsonAngel replied, as he flung a bottle at Bob.
Bob-Fett in the mean time had armed himself with a pen, and began to squirt ink at CrimsonAngel. Ducking, CrimsonAngel threw a bottle low, to catch Bob-Fett by surprise.
Meanwhile to protect CrimsonAngel from anyone entering the personal quarter levels, Jaguar, and Carl Lost were setting things one fire left right and centre.
Abel Malik on the other hand got a bit sick of all the fighting, and he really need to unload his bladder, so he began to piss in the HMR water supply.
CrimsonAngel had the upper hand on Bob-Fett. Bottle after bottle was smacking into Bob. But before CrimsonAngel could celebrate, Bob actually threw a bottle at CrimsonAngel that sent him flying into the wall, and falling on the ground.
Bob-Fett stood above him, and said, “You could have never defeated me,” and was about to spray him, until a vodka bottle was smashed over his head. Neo had come out of the vents and crept up behind Bob and smashed the bottle over his head.
“No one takes my wife and lives!” Neo yelled.
“Thanks Neo,” CrimsonAngel said, “How did you get in here, vents?”
“Yep, I can find anything though vents, not matter where I am,” replied Neo.
“Now where is that Seal?” CrimsonAngel asked.
“Look, a secret door!” Neo said.
CrimsonAngel opened the door and found a fully-fledged bar, with Fred the Seal in a cage. Also Bob the goldfish was swimming around in a bowl.
“Well we found Bob-Fett’s personal shrine. Quick, lets get Fred and Bob the goldfish and get out of here.”
Neo somehow pick up Fred in a drunken state, and CrimsonAngel got the goldfish, and ran down the stairs.
“Evac!” CrimsonAngel yelled over the Commlink, “Seal and goldfish in our hands, everyone pull back to the shuttle!”
All the eight members of the drunken mob began to pull back to the shuttle, where CrimsonAngel had the pre-flight sequence done. In the back, Neo was kissing Fred the Seal.
“I love you Fred, let us never part again!” he began saying.
“Strap In!” yelled CrimsonAngel, as he took off, and entered hyperspace.
“We did it!” Abel Malik yelled, “Hang on, where is the Emerald Commander.”
“Crap,” Karimicus said, “We left him behind.”
“Doesn’t matter, that will teach him to steal this squadrons vodka!” CrimsonAngel replied.
Back at the House Ludo Kressh base, the shuttle, entered the hanger, and the hung over tired mob exited the shuttle, proud, but tired.
“Well done CrimsonAngel, you managed to nearly start a inner clan war, lucky for you I pulled a few strings, and I was able to get Malik back as well,” Goatham said as he went to inspect his shuttle.
“ARGH!!” Goatham screamed, “Why is Neo making love to Fred on my leather seats…. is this vomit…. oh my god, what’s that smell!”