Re: The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut
Just barely rescued from the GOO by extraction by an Asgard ship, Strategia stands on the bridge of his flagship, the HCS Huxtable, viewing the scene below on the big viewscreen on low magnification setting. (Setting the viewscreen to max magnification would allow you to count the bacteria on the leg of a flea at 500 lightyears distant.) He turns to his weapons and fleet control officers.
"Initiate a precision bombardment NOW. I don't want more than an Ion Beam's width inaccuracy. TAKE THAT GUY OUT!!!!!"
With that, the two officers get to work. Within half a second, the first plasma burst is away. The small green Kermit clone-looking idiot is surprised by a sudden very slight, thin wail. As he looks up, he sees a tiny red speck and stops, fascinated. The plasma burst gets closer and closer, and by the time the green dwarf knows what it is it's too late.
He breaks into a run, but the plasma hits the ground only five feet away from him, and the explosion not only severely wounds him, but also knocks him away about thirty feet. The next, much stronger plasma burst impacts the ground only two feet away. The blast completely vaporizes the green dwarf, he is now not more than a small, non-consistent puff of monatomic particles. The next few plasma bursts only wipe away a few empty warehouses.
Strategia "There now. Now, let's get the bio-reconstitution chambers online and regrow Ashton's and Rudy's bodies....."
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O'Neill: I have something I want to confess you. The name's not Kirk. It's Skywalker. Luke Skywalker.
-Stargate SG1
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