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I like this place! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif Good food and nice waitresses! http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/laugh.gif

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With a sly smile, Thermodyne views the carnage before him. He had a feeling that there would be class one salvageables to be had in this place. He removes a small device from his day bag and places it on the table. Then for just an instant, the air seems to sparkle. Soon, the recently departed begin to stir and claw their way back into the world of the living. Thermodyne grins openly and orders the new Thermolians to wait outside. Quite happy with the results, Thermodyne retrieves the small device and sets it to recharge. He is of the opinion that it will again be of use this night.

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What we need here at the Hut is a kung-fu training dojo at the back of the establishment. In preparation for the upcoming big fight, staff members and customers can practise martial arts in between meals. You know, just like in those old kung fu movies where the waiters at the Chinese restaurant fight off the bad guys and practise constantly whenever business is slow.

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A large robot stomps up to the entrance of the Take-Out Hut and nails a large poster to the front door.

(And to quote Ambassador Kosh, "And so it begins..." http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/cool.gif)

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I'd like to address for our patrons the recent threats being issued against the WTVTOH:

I have tracked down the large robot that posted that crude note on the door. It has been dismantled and reassembled as the new jukebox in the corner! Let's have a big hand for the Growltigger Enterprises engineers who built such a great multipurpose robot. Who knew it could spew out hours of Johnny Cash and be intimidating at the same time? Just don't say it has pencil legs. That hurts its feeling.

Also, I've just finished installing new force fields that can detect explosions as they occur. The force fields throw a bubble around the explosion to contain it as it begins, isolating it from the rest of the room.


It would also appear there has been some dirty dealings lately and the Forum Chat Bar and Grill has been playing a key role in customer unrest. I've hired the galaxy's most competent hacker, Silky DrawZ, to do some investigating into the FCB&G's accounting practices, among other things. Fear not, loyal patrons of the WTVTOH, you are safe here within these hallowed walls... that is, unless you order our new cocktail:

The Alka-Aaron Hall-ick

Don't ask what's in it. Just drink it! First round is on the house!

Stay groovy, spacerz!


Rudy Huxtable
Cosby Kid and Proprietor

The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

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The Sergetti Empire has been nice enought to donate 300 elite Sergetti commandos to assist in security at the Hut. Sniper positions are being installed inside and outside the Hut, insuring the highest quality dining and safety possible. The snipers will not only attack any assailants as they come through the door, they will kill your dinner if you prefer only the freshest in Intergalactic cuisine!

Bon Appetit!

Rudy Huxtable
Cosby Kid and Proprietor

The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

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force fields and sniper won't stop T-Rex and his cousins http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif nor the minions that live below the Bar and Grill, Be afraid, be very very afraid

http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/eek.gif

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as RudyHuxtable approaches the entrance to the Hut, a small group of tribbles do a fly by and RudyHuxtable is pelted with numerous chocolate Cream Pies http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif

Inside the establishment, Someone yells and everyone turns towards the sound, Large and Loud Gasps echo thruout the buidling, for there, on the wall behind the bar, Someone or something has printed.. The dreaded.. "O" word .. in all its terrible and hideious splendar. The patrons dive for cover and begin shivering underneathe their tables, The jukebox becomes deathly quiet... for everyone knows the WRATH OF THE INFAMOUS "0" WORD, stillness creeps slowly over the building, and then the Huxtable stumbles into the main room all covered in gooey, enriched chocolate cream from head to foot, and he is actually seen licking his fingers. UGH>........ :

(the lst shots have been fired http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif ) http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif

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In the silence following this, a noticeable ticking sound is heard eminating from the new "jukebox"...

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

The main lobby is now engulfed in smoke, rubble, and the wreckage of most of the furniture and decor.

[Watching from the FCB&G, Woundwort chuckes.

"Gosh, they're making this almost too easy..." http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/image...es/biggrin.gif ]

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Hey RudyHuxtable, can you complete this word?? Think of it as a puzzle to stimulate the mind.

M*shr**ms

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Glances around at the carnage.
"This simply won't do."
Spins a pocket universe with odd properties, and moves the wreckage of the take-out hut there. Moments later, one of the odd properties of the pocket universe become clear, as the wreckage repairs itself, quickly resulting in an undamaged hut. Every inanimate object is repaired - including the jukebox, which starts to blow up after every song, but re-assembles itself before the damage goes very far.

Then establishes a permanent gateway between the material plane and the pocket universe, setting up a permanent illusion of the original Hut, which serves merely to mark the gateway between universes.

As a test, Jack pulls out a sealed beer, opens it, and pours a glass. A moment later, the glass is still full, and the beer is re-sealed and full. Jack nods, then dumps the beer from the glass. Then frowns momentarily when he notices the glass fills itself back up as soon as it is set upright, as the beer stain fades. Then he shrugs.

"Ah well, it'll work."

"As for that drunken sop, I think he may enjoy how this new pocket universe singles out his hangovers for sheer, unimaginable duration. The effect only applies here, of course - it's tied to the location - but as long as he's here, his hangover won't fade a bit. Everyone else will be happy that all their hangover symptoms are transferred to the sot, when he's around. Sic an angle on me. Heh. Pointless. Let's see his reaction the next time he walks in the door...."

Proceeds to buy every patron in the room a drink of their choice, ensuring that there will be plenty of hangovers for transferrence.

"Oh, and it's not onions here, it's garlic."

Slaps his forehead as a few cratefulls of garlic cloves land on top of his head.

"Ah well, at least they're tasty."

Steps out of the pile, grabs one, and starts munching.

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...NEWS FLASH

A large group of very rare Xiati/Cue-Cappa crossbreeds, of which none were supposed to exist after the Genological Riots, have complained about a disturbed psychotemporal quantum field near the Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut. Upon inspection, officials concluded that the restaurant had been replaced with a quantumchroniton illusion that functioned as the gateway between the material world and a pocket universe. Councillor Hackett, the councilman that ordered the investigation, demanded it be removed immediately, and the original Hut put back in its place.

When asked, Hackett stated that this occurence had nothing to do with his new Intragalactic Inc. TX-23 interplanetary sports car, or with the firebombing - which happened sometime later.

Growltigger Enterprises has generously offered to place tight security near the restaurant, if it ceded corporate control to GT Enterprises. When the hut proprietor, a mr. Huxtable, refused, another firebombing consumed the entire alcohol storage building next door, where the main ingredients for most of the establishment's drinks were kept.

GT Enterprises has refused to comment on this occurence.

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/me Cleans my gun.

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After the news flash and the events it described left the patrons (and the structural suppports of the building) more than a little haggard, AZ makes a call on his mitochondrial phone. (get it?)"

"AgentOne, dispatch all agents from Two to Ninety-Thousand Six Hundred And Five to GT Enterprises. And go yourself, too."

Just as he ends the call, Silky DrawZ comes running in. "I've got it! I've got proof! It's -" and is splattered all over the Hut, ruining the Praetorian nicely simmering away on the BBQ, set there to replace the one that got ruined by the splattered bits of the GT Goon Commander (1kT, 1kT resistance, damage 1 due to flying debris, Destroyed After Use).

Moments (though for some of the Xiati it was days) later, several Nultoh strongmen enter the establishment and prepare to smash the place up.

(Btw, what's the "O" word?)

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Jack Smith spots Agent Zero walking towards the door and an expectant grin spreads across his face. Zero enters the Hut, takes three steps and promptly drops to his knees with a piercing cry of agony. Jack giggles girlishly as Zero writhes about in pain. Zero tries desperately to make it to the exit, but his spasming muscles cause him merely to flop around on the floor. Jack's enjoyment of the spectacle is cut short when Agent Zero suddenly stops flopping, rises to his knees and lifts his head to look at Jack. Against all odds, a tortured grin spreads across Agent Zero's face.

"Fool!" he gasps as his eyes begin glowing a hellish red. "Have you any comprehension of what you have done?!"

Before he can reply, Jack is engulfed by a black cloud of demons, these ones fully coporeal and not as easily dismissed as their ethereal breathren. Simultaneously, a horde of sword-wielding angels decend upon the patrons of the Hut and begin liberally administering decapitations, eviscerations and amputations. In the midst of all this horrific carnage, Agent Zero suddenly jumps to his feet, strolls casually over to the bar and asks a cowering Hank for a pint of water.

"Don't worry, Hank, they won't hurt you, the bringer of beer. I've got things totally under control."
"B-b-but I thought Jack's pocket-universe-inflicted-hangover caused you to lose control of the Legions."
"Pffft! Pocket universe. You really think that would have any effect on me? I am an instrument of the divine, and everyone knows that the theoretical has no effect on the theological."

With that, Agent Zero snaps his fingers and the demons and angels suddenly vanish, leaving bits and pieces of patrons scattered all over the floor. And, left standing in the middle of the floor is Jack Smith, or what's left of him. The demons have done a thorougly excellent job in flaying him, managing to remove every scrap of skin and flesh while leaving all veins, arteries and internal organs completely intact.

"Wow," exclaims Hank. "That's impressive.
"Indeed," Agent Zero agrees. "And agonizingly painful. Of course, he can't scream, for he has no larynx, and he can't move for he has no muscle tissue left, but rest assured, he is experiencing the most horrific pain imagineable."

Then, in a moment of extremely rare compassion, Agent Zero takes a Coporeal Regenerator out of his pocket and sticks it to Jack's forhead. It will take several hours to completely replace his body, by which time Agent Zero will be back in the Forum Bar & Grill, snuggled up with his Angel of Death.

"Now then," he addresses Jack, who has just regrown ears. "Let this be a lesson to you. When someone controls the Legions of Heaven and Hell, you really shouldn't call them a sot."

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The Nultoh strongmen approach AZ and try to prevent his exiting the establishment, until they realise he said he'd been on his way to the Bar & Grill.

Then they move to the remains of the jukebox robot, which have pulled themselves together again. "Come on. Let's smash up this pencil-legged 'bot!" one says foolishly.

When the robot has vented his anger, mr. Huxtable proudly announces a new dish:

Nultoh Hachee

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You need to take the J'Raenar out of the menu. *Omnious hum*

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That "ominous hum" is Strategian's dimensional gate being overriden and shut down, drawing the Take-Out Hut back into (at least what passes for) normal space (around here).

"ATTENTION ALL OCCUPANTS OF THE TAKE OUT HUT!!", Woundwort (via loudspeaker) calls out from outside. "WE HAVE THE PLACE SURROUNDED!!" A quick glance confirms this, as the Hut is indeed surrounded by hordes of Mafia thugs and rabid Mongooses (check the Forum Grill archives for that one). "YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS TO SURRENDER THE TITLE DEED, OR WE COME IN SHOOTING!!!" A quick consultation of the head mongoose with Woundwort brings the addition "..AND BITING!!!"

"TEN..."
"NINE..."

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Actually the ominous hum is a plasma cannon http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif

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The dimensional gate was Jack's, not mine. I just showed a recent news flash to the patrons in which a councilman had ordered the annihilation of the pocket universe and that had already happened, according to the news flash.

And what about the Nultoh strongmen? Or are they not GT's, but someone else's (like the guy who'd just opened a new restaurant when his building got annihilated by my Assault Fighter strafing GT's maffioso goons), or operating on their own?

Oh, and I hereby provide orbital precision bombing support and fighter protection by my COMCA in orbit. (You didn't really think Sol III actually had a MOON, did you?)

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"EIGHT..."

"KABOOM"

Suddenly the Take-Out Hut and surrounding forces are cast into shadow as the Post-Dated Check Loan teraports in and fires a warning shot.

"ATTENTION FORCES THREATENING THE TAKE-OUT HUT" blares from the huge ship's speakers, and from several dozen speaker equipped terapedoes that suddenly appear in the midst of General Woundwort's forces. "WE HAVE ENOUGH FIREPOWER TO DESTROY ALL OF YOU MANY TIMES OVER." Minitanks start deploying from the PDCL's bays. "YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO LEAVE BEFORE WE OPEN FIRE. ANY ATTEMPT TO ATTACK US OR THE TAKE-OUT HUT WILL END OUR COUNTDOWN EARLY."

"TEN..."
"NINE..."

Edit: An umbrella of terapedoes is launched with orders to destroy any approaching armed craft that can't be positively ID'd as friendly. A teraport denial field is also activated, with a loophole for those who know the key, of course.

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The COMCA USS Strategia (also known as Sol III) hails the PDCL.

"Captain Tagon. You are in an orbital precision-bombardment target zone. Our precision weapons are fully automatic. Once the firing sequence is in motion, it cannot be stopped without taking half the weapon apart. You are blocking our view of the FCB&G forces, and will also be hit when our weapons fire."

"TEN."
"NINE."

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"Sheesh, you didn't really think I'd come without backup, did you?" The Polysyllabic Designation and assorted smaller ships ("smaller" being relative, this category includes the extra Tausennigan Thunderhead Superfortresses that come along) appear, weapons locked on to the USS Strategia's main batteries.

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The dim light flickers breifly, and Heaven's Holy Legion pops into existence right above Hell's Unholy Legion. Leading the two Legions are, of course, Agent Zero and the Four Horseriders of the Apocalypse. Zero waives his hand in the air dismissively, and a massive demonic dragon appears behind Strategia's COMCA and swallows it with a single gulp. There is a muffled crunch as the dragon's stomach crushes it into tiny pieces, whereupon the dragon unleashes a massive firey belch that reaches across space and neatly blows the Post-Dated Check Loan (and everything in between, including the Polysyllabic Designation and assorted smaller ships) to smithereens.

"Wow," says Agent Zero as he watches a few dozen angels and demons ripping apart the remains of the few forces the PDCL was able to deploy before it's unfortunate demise.
"Cool," says War, before racing off to join the mayhem.
"Ouch," says Pestilence from underneath the smouldering chunk of hull plating that landed on him.
"So," says Death, looking at Agent Zero. "Once again we seem to have gained an overwhelming advantage. Shall we put an end to this upstart Hut once and for all?"
"Not yet," says Zero. "For one thing, we must await Woundwort's order to charge, and for another, the owner of the Hut has yet to take to the field of battle. Until one of those events occur, I'm staying right here."
"Shucks," says Death.

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Renegade 13: The completion of your mystery word is mAshrELms. Everyone knows that Mashrelms are a breed of Nultoh kitty cat that was responsible for the war between the J'Raenar and the Xiati fifteen minutes ago. Cmon, man I need a real challenge.


Hey everybody:

Thanks for all the help keeping the Hut in tact. Every day we install new security and shielding devices to stop the minimal and uninteresting attacks perpetrated by diabolic nobodies. Rest assured, I'll continue to update the menu with new dishes and stronger drinks as the days pass.

Also, thanks for that spongy chocolatey gooey bomb, evil-doers. That's given me the inspiration for me newest dessert:

The Chocolate Goo Stew
served hot, think of this plucky dish as a cross between a meal AND dessert. You won't need to eat for the rest of the day if you have this delicious treat. First serving is on the house!


Chins up, my intergalactic chums! The Hut has now passed 100,000 served. And hey! Don't forget our new delivery service! Who has a grasp on temporal technology? First person to guess that little poser gets free delivery for a year! That's right! Our time bending delivery boys can deliver your food to you as soon as you hang up your phone!


Bon Appetit!

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You can't just wipe out all of those with just one dragon! They have gravity shields, as well as armor. the Polysyllabic Designation is probally larger that Sol's moon, and probally has massive amounts of armor and stuff.

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Xiati have temporal technology...

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Free delivery for NullAshton! Let's all show your love!

(claps)

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Woohoo! By the way, do you need more protection? I've got a few B-Destroyer III class dreadnaughts. 6 heavy XII anti-proton beams, great for close air support http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/happy.gif Also has 2250 points of phased shields.

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NullAshton, any assistance provided in the security of the Hut leads to further freebies and incentives, so go on and park those bad boys near the front door and come on in for soup!

Evil-doers, I poop on you!

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I can't do long-range support much, mainly because of the lack of combat sensors... But, close-range, it kills you easily.

*parks a fleet of 6 B-Destroyer IIIs around the hut*

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I'll bring some B-Destroyer IV's soon, with combat sensors, ECMs, and multiplex tracking.

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Should the B-Destroyer IV be a baseship?

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Renegade flickers into existance within the upstart establishment. Weilding only the Red Hot Poker Cannon, he decides to mete out justice according to his own definition of the term.

Grabbing an unsuspecting RudyHuxtable in a chokehold, he ties him to a solid barstool, waves the Red Hot Poker Cannon around in a dramatic manner for a moment before plunging it up to it's hilt into Rudy's....er....well you know where it went http://forum.shrapnelgames.com/images/smilies/wink.gif

As Rudy flops around in unimaginable agony from the entrance of the RHPC into his body, Renegade says,

"That ought to teach you to pack up...if it doesn't I can bring the Emasculator of Doom next time...and there WILL be a next time"

Then, with an evil grin and an evil laugh, Renegade flickers out of existance again, transporting instantly back to the FCB&G, leaving a very very sore and blistered RudyHuxtable gimping around trying to forget the horrible pain in his rear. Sorry, I didn't come up with it, just borrowed the idea from Growltigger.

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"Good try Agent Zero but perhaps you should leave commanding celestial energies to someone with a bit more experience. Like me. Now sit back watch, and learn."

[i]The Angel of Death waves her hand in a swirling motion, instantly encasing the entire Solar System in a static field that prevents any sort of teleportation, including but not limited to hyperspace, warp drive, any type of temporal technology, matter-energy transmission, energy-matter transmission, inter-dimensional travel, intra-dimensional travel, trans-dimensional travel, and any other sort of transportation that doesn't involve physically moving oneself from one point to another. With the combatants on both sides now securly trapped, Angel waves her hand again, tying both the existance and the intergrity of the static field to the very existance of the universe. Thus, any breach in the field, no matter how small would require the amount of energy required to collapse the entire universe multiplied by the total amount of energy in the universe. As a failsafe (as if one was needed), Angel then weaves a nullification field into the static field, ensuring that anyone who attempts to manipulate the field in anyway will instantly be erased from the timeline (WARNING: It is not recommended that you look at the static field for periods of more than five minutes or you may find yourself fading from existance).

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The B-Destroyers begin transmitting frantic messaging back and forth as a massive shadow passes overhead. Tides begin shifting horribly into the direction of Intel Forum City. One of the B-Destroyers tries firing a heavy XII APB into the shadow... only to be blown up by what seems to be a DUC shell about the size of a largish Battlecruiser.

Strategia leaves in a Starfighter to bring RudyHuxtable to the Brown Tentacle Rectal Hospital for examination. When he returns, the B-Destroyers are just scurrying away from under the massive shape of the USS Strategia. (note: it had an Advanced Tachyonic Accelerator, which it used to escape the belly of the Dragon.)

Strategia: "Well, mr. Ashton, it seems as though your puny B-Destroyers have fled in terror for my far superior force. Your ships weren't even 1500kT... my COMCA far exceeds even that number.

Heck, a couple of Starfighters could easily take out all your B-Destroyers without suffering a single casualty.

You see, it's all a matter of size. The PDCL was, oh, under 6000kT in size. That's tiny. Really, really tiny. A Starfighter is 150kT in itself. The USS Strategia is a modified COMCA. The standard version is already 25MT. The USS Strategia is an actual captured Peacekeeper Command Carrier, weakened from a recent battle with a Scarran Dreadnought. Everyone knows that Peacekeeper COMCAs are over 250MT in size.

If AZ ever shows up again, he'll not even have the chance to notice that there is even something going on. He'll be a rapidly expanding cloud of monatomic dust (TM&C Strohl Munitions. Excerpt from the folder of the VVVBHC 9000-B heavy plasma lance.) immediately. One hit from the Strategia's Uber-Overkill-Mounted Anti-Capship Disruptor Cannon will annihilate him immediately.

One tEEE, please. Phong blend."

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With silly teleportation technology completely nullified, the Angel of Death sets about doing what she does best. Pointing a finger upwards she avenges the death of her pet dragon by draining the energy from all organic and inorganic matter in Douglas's fleet. The now suddenly inert chunks of material slam to the ground around the Hut (miracleously not crushing it in the process) and begin disolving into a fine powder as the energy bonding their atoms together fades away.
Petey, the not-quite-fast-enough-this-time AI finds itself ripped from it's comfortable home, and now hovering in front of a very pissed off Angel of Death.

"Kill my dragon will you? What do you have to say for yourself?"
"001100110110101001! 0011100! 0011100010101! 00111000110011!"
"Riiiiiight..."

Detatching a demon's arm, Angel uses it like a baseball bat and smacks the module containing Petey high into the air. Renegade, having gone outside for some fresh air, sees Petey rising from the area of the Hut, opens fire with his Red Hot Poker Cannon. Petey, now riddled with red hot pokers and little more than a semisolid blob splats onto the roof of the Forum Grill and solidifies into a completely inert coating for the roof.

"That's enough carnage for me for one day. I'll let someone else deal with those Dreadnoughts. I'm too full."

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The battle rages in orbit and around the Hut, as a fleet of World Destroyers drops out of hyperspace (hey, since the SW franchise hit rock bottom, I can get lots of stuff on the cheap!) and engages the Strategia in head-to-head combat.

Meanwhile, the chaos and carnage within the Hut itself has allowed Woundwort and a contingent of capos to force an entry.

"OK, boys, take this place apart!"

The capos proceed to blast away at every non-FCB&G customer and staff member in sight.

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Ermm... Angel... those weren;t Dreadnoughts that passed over the B-Destroyers. That was a captured and modified Peacekepper Command Carrier (from Farscape). If you're referring to the Scarran Dreadnoughts, they're nowehre nearby. The COMCA (previously commonly known as Sol III A) is a massive warship. The "standard" (i.e. Capship Mod) version is 25MT, but Peacekeeper COMCA's look even bigger to me.

And you can't annihilate all life within the USS Strategia. You'd have to breach its hyperdimensional shielding first. That shielding ALONE contains the sum of ALL the power of several different dimensions. One tiny ripple in the field would cause your static shell to disappear like it never existed. Another ripple would completely annihilate the interdimansional bounds that separate dimensions, causing at least 17 different spatial dimensions and 923 different temporal dimensions to be randomly scrambled and intertwined.

No, but really. On a COMCA you can put hundreds of Phased Shield Generators. Not even your puny Dragon could penetrate that with its fire-breath, even if it had swallowed a red supergiant first. It can generate over 37500 phased shield points.

The PDCs mounted on it are so immense in themselves that they're 'bout as big as an average Trojan asteroid. They could inflict damage enough to take out a full stock Starbase with only a Master Computer and shielding.

Unfortunately, as of now Uber-Overkill-Mounts aren't available yet, as I've yet to redesign ground combat - and I've not gotten around to modding in at least two or three days.

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Agent Zero wanders about the battlefield, every once and a while poking at the raging inferno of energy around him that stops abruptly about a foot away from his person. He looks up at the source of the energy, Strategia's COMCA vainley venting it full armament at him from a range of mere kilometers. He look pitingly at Strategia.

"If you haven't realized it by now, I'm dating the Angel of Death. You can't touch me."

With that, he decided to try out some of the new skills The Angel has been teaching him (No, not THOSE skills!). He lifts a hand into the air, and suddenly the force that was stopping Strategia's COMCA's weapons fire from reaching him begins to repels it. As it's own firepower tears through it's shields and begins ripping apart it's armour, the COMCA attempts to utilize it's Advanced Tachyonic Accelerator to save itself from destruction and finds out what happens when you attempt to teleport from within a stasis-nullification field: The COMCA abruptly ceases to exist.

Only to return to existance a safe distance away, completely intact for 0.0000359 seconds before every atom in it's construction decides to attempt to exist simultaneously with it's neighbour, and the whole contraption blows apart in the most spectacular explosion since the Big Bang.

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A Starfighter launched from the Strategia drops a LOt of troops on the planet. The goons and still surviving Nultoh strongmen are killed in the first few seconds after insertion. (Well, as NOBODY seemed to pick the Nultoh strongmen up, I just thought I'd eliminate them myself.) The troops form a protective perimeter around the Hut.

Meanwhile, the World Destroyers resort to last measures - they're firing their Superlasers at maximum output at the Strategia. All to no avail. The tens of thousands of shield output points absorb all damage. Death Star after innumerable Death Star gets blown to micro-smithereens by the Strategia's tertiary weapons.

The battle appears to be in the process of ending itself... in the Hut's favor.

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Strategia, I'd suggest re-reading Null-Ashton's post. The B-Destroyers ARE the dreadnoughts I was referring to. Furthermore, a static-nullification field of the divine variety instantly severs all links with other dimensions as this is the most basic of it's functions. Ergo, the hyperdimensional shielding would have failed the moment the static field was errected, allowing my dear Zero to splatter that COMCA into goo.

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Erm... no divine or unholy shield could even approach the strength of a modified Peacekeeper Command Carrier with hyperdimensional shielding. The Divine and Unholy is unique per universe, and thus count for only one universe (or in this case dimension too), but my shielding connects hundreds of dimensions with all their universes at the same time... meaning it's better than a Holy Hyper-Shield Generator.

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Following the destruction of the PDCL and associated ships, the Angel of Death is promptly buried under many tons of hate mail from numerous Schlock fans for killing off their favorite characters. The furor draws the attention of Howard Taylor, Malevolent God of the Schlockiverse. Being a god, he is of course completely immune to the effects of the stasis and nullification fields and quickly sets about correcting the situation. With a quick retcon, it turns out the fleet that just got destroyed was merely a gate-cloned copy of the original. The original fleet is now seen entering the system at a substantial fraction of the speed of light. He then ensures that the stasis field also prevents the calling up of more divine or hellish forces (ignoring the inadequate attempt of the nullification field to destroy a god) and sits back to watch from outside the universe.

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An intel 'mote (totally inconspicuous at 50kT) reports back from recon around the FCB&G. "BLEEP - Audio User Interface online. The target appears to be only defended by a few combat robots, while the rest of their legions are moving here. This leaves us with an excellent opening to run an attack on the Bar & Grill." "Fine. Contact the Strategia and tell them to send another security detachment down here so that we can take this one to attack the B&G head-on."

As the last Death Star explodes in yet another tedious, tiring flash of sparks and debris, another Starfighter is launched from the Strategia, also jam-packed with heavy defense forces. Where the initial landing force comprised mainly Robotic Assault Troopers, Cyborg Infantry anf Heavy Infantry, this landing ship is pakced full of Heavy Armor.

The legions of GT Enterprises approach the perimeter of the defense crossfire grid around the Hut. Woundwort, Renegade, AZ and the Angel of Death lead the front. The first double blast from a pair of Heavy Armor units does not kill them, but sends them flying away into different directions. Angel tries to flap her wings, but they seem to be rather scorched from the explosions. Then the legions charge.

Even heavy crossfire from the Heavy Armors can't stop them from reaching the Hut's perimeter and engage in a short-range streetfight.

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Trust me, it's a very very very very bad idea to start arguing about the Divine with Angel. You'll lose. Badly. I know I have, many times.
The COMCA is gone, dude. Let it go...

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Just realized me and Angel were inside the Hut when it got smooshed. Bugger. Gonna take me some creative storytelling to get out of this one...