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[Raging Deadstar]

Another Warp-Point opens on the opposite side of the planet and a simmilar ship to last one comes through, the Warp-Point closes, this ship however has a more silver glow to it. The same thing happens, although this ship closes to point blank range and stops. A Message is delivered again by another RD Clone, this one not as smart looking as the last.

"*sigh* Null Ashton, I do believe It wasn't you I was asking, your manners need some dire improving."

"You are aware as well that your fleet of Battle-Jupiters are overkill? Just One would have been enough, a ship the size of Jupiter does not orbit the planet, the planet orbits It! Your massive fleet has probably wiped out all life in this system, including the Won-Ton Hut, by disrupting the delicate balance of gravity."

"Anyway, I have been sent to give you One last chance for negotiations. The Murder of an Ambassador is seen as an act of War, I would be wary in your next moments. Please, respond in the way you feel is appropriate."

[i]The clone smiles and wait's for imminent death, He was sure the Won-Ton hut wouldn't stand for this ammusing baiting much longer..."

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

The Gravitonic Nullifiers of one of the Jupiters discontinues the nullification in one sector. Gravitonic disruptions begin spreading faster than the eye can see towards RD's clone's ship. The ship is torn apart by the distortions the moment they reach it.

In the Malfador office, the Angel of Death and AZ (presumed MIA before, as he had not shown up when the fun started) look amusedly as three thousand people die in the mangled wreck of a ship.

[NullAshton]

Another dimensional rupture occurs, and NullAshton's claw ship, with NullAshton in it, flows through the rupture like liquid again, reforming into its own shape again. The dimensional rupture closes again.

Did I miss anything?

[Raging Deadstar]

In the RD Clones dying moments he reached that crucial state of enlightenment, the one that all races seek, the one that surpasses heaven, nirvana and bliss. The perfect state of "Revenge." He knew that the Won-Ton hut would attack, this is why the Deadstar vessel's hull was made entirely of Plutonium (hence the different look.) The Clone, just the one with no crew, wasn't expecting to live. Not forgetting the huge ammount of explosives pack on board in cargobays.

The massive energy burst from the gravitational hellbores hitting the ships shields was all that was needed. Overloading them in seconds and providing the needed energy surge for detonation. At pointblank range to several Hut Ships 600 hundred kilotons of Battle Cruiser packed and lined with high-explosives detonated. The shining light of human-born apocalypse expands, and finally dimishes, leaving only a huge cloud of expanding gamma radiation. At least one of the Battle Jupiters was majorly damaged, the other nearby found themselves taking some light hull damage and a huge burst of radiation bombarding them.

A final communication was sent out.

"As your unprovoked actions continue, the Deadstar Continuum have no choice but declare war on you, coming to the Aid of the Phong's head Bar and Grill. Our armed forces are ordered to fire on sight at any Won-Ton Hut forces. We will see how you cope with un-conventional warfare."

[NullAshton]

Yup, I missed something.

The claw ship's shields aren't harmed by the massive energy burst, the energy from the ship brushing harmlessly over the shield bubble.

[Strategia_In_Ultima]

Those weren't graviton hellbores, the BJ's gravitonic nullifiers are field generators that nullify all gravitonic attractions to and from the Jupiter, so that it can actually travel in systems without attracting all local planets, moons and asteroids into orbit. The field was deactivated in one generation sector, and the immediate gravitonic distortions (just though I'd avoid the phrase "gravimetric distortions" as that seems too Star Trek to me, never heard it anywhere else) ripped your ship apart. Your explosives did work, but the explosion was mainly directed outwards, into deep space, as the distortions forced most of the explosives to that section of the ship.

And we can cope with unconventional warfare. I mean, we've got Jack Simth. The guy creates entire pocket universes with a wave of his hand. (Slight note of caution: if you recognise him at a distance, do NOT start waving - the quantumchroniton distortions will most likely tear the planet you're standing on apart)

And moreover, we're attracting entire militaries from other universes. Several hundred thousand Hiigaran Battlecruisers are aready underway, a few dozen fleet of Federation Sovereign-class starships are in orbit reinforcing the few thousand Hiigaran BCs already present, we've got incoming Star Destroyers, Super Star Destroyers, Blockade Runners, Heighliners full of ground forces from the Atreides, Harkonnen, Ordos, Fremen, Tleilaxu, Ix and Sardaukar, there are Asgard ships on their way here, and you can continue forever, right down to the first spaceship Asimov described.

[NullAshton]

Noone asks where I was?

[Power Man]

A small (only Dreadnought sized) craft appears over the devastated B&G. Boy I go away for the weekend and all *$&# breaks out.
Why can't we all just be friends??
Is not the Meataverse big enough for both the Bar and Grill and the Hut ??

I have to "Put Things Right."

Power Man takes a small device from his pocket. It looks almost like a simple TV remote but it is MUCH MORE !!!

Yes this is the COMIC NULLIFYER the plot device that lets our comic hero, or foe get totally blown away in one scene and then come back in the next scene fully restored.

Power Man pushes the Green reset button. Everything goes BLINK and the scene is restored.

Both the Bar and Grill and the Hut are restored to greatness. All of the patrons , guests, visitors, and yes even the Owners and Mangers are as they were.

The planet is restored and, other than some half remembered "dreams" the populace is happy and healthy.

All of the battle moons, Jupiter Moons, and ALL the fleets are gone from the system.

In a far orbit a small but elegant space station is formed. The station has no shields, weapons, or engines. Inside are conference rooms, boxing rings, computer game stations (all featuring beta versions of SEV). The station has lots of food and water but NO BOOZE !!!!

The principal (or un principled) players find their Real Selves transported to the station.
The Real Raging Deadstar, GT and Null Ashton, Joint_Chief_StrategiaInUltima find themselves standing in the middle of a small room near the center of the station.
All attempts to leave are blocked by the ACME brand COMIC Transport Blocker.

A com screen switches on.
This is Power Man. As a representative of the Rest of the Patrons Fed Up Will All The Noise, I have put you four here to WORK Things out. You can work out a Peace, Fight to the End, or play a best of five SEV games. But we are tired of the Bar and Grill , the Hut, and good portions of the planet getting blown away every few days.

You will find that All of your weapons, powers, comm devices , ect. will only work and reach inside this station. You four are ON YOUR OWN, and will STAY here until you reach an accord.

[NullAshton]

The device NullAshton used to restart the universe returns the universe to what it was before the comic nullifyer was used.

Good thing I decided to use long-lasting power systems for that device somewhere in another dimension

[Raging Deadstar]

RD just sighs

"Unlike the concept of god, My patience is not infinite. Can we just give peace a chance...?"

For the third time in one day RD suggests a diplomatic option