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Date Posted: 23:46:23 04/27/02 Sat
Author: Zllivan and Tsal
Subject: Story

*A dull roar is heard as gently a flat oval-shaped spacecraft lands upon the surface of a dry desert planet. The ship is a well polished chrome, obviously well taken care of, and the sun shines off it's hull easily, reflecting a great multitude of light.*

"We have reached Crollam, Zllivan. Should I prepare the disembarkation sequence?"

*Golden eyes turned towards a holographic screen which now displayed a three-dimentional slowly rotating map of the planet. The Tokathe rolled and unrolled her tail behind her a few times, then tapped it's blade gently on the steel floor. Then raising one six fingered paw she pushed her finger through a reddish continent on the display.*

"I'll take that as a no. Examining the continent of Vetil."

*The hologram dissolved momentarily and then reformed, surrounding Zllivan in her entirety. A frown curled at the edges of her black muzzle as she witnessed an enslavement of a native species. A quiet species of quadroped that the Tokathe had previously researched were now being herded into small enclosed dens by large, multi-tailed demons. A low snarl rippled from her throat and the femme whipped her tail outwards at the image, only to have it dissapear before contact.*

"Zlli, how many times must we review that the pre-landing holograms are merely holograms, nothing more. You will have your chance to fight soon enough, must you destroy the holo-sheets every mission?"

"Oh quiet Tsal... but go ahead and prepare the disembarkation sequence now."

*The hologram changed swiftly to a floating virtual elongated canine head, that of a male Takothe. The male voice seemed to come now from this hologram, "Alright then Zllivan, prepare for arming."

*The Takothe femme grinned and stretched upward to her full height. A few bars lowered and around her long scarlet tunic a strong leather belt with various guns in a multitude of sizes was secured. The bars then lifted once more and Zllivan gently lifted her favorite from the bunch, a one-handed gun with silencer and bullets filled with acid. Twirling it deftly around one paw she caught it between her two thumb-like apendages on her left hand and with a grin of determination finalized her already made plans, "Alright Tsallie-boy, you beam me to hither and yon, I'll go free a group of these cretts, get some info... Then you meet me when I send summons, and you and I will go fry the captors of theirs?"

"Dont get yourself "fried" in the process!"

"Have no fear m'friend, I'll keep in touch. You however, put on your invisibility cloak. Your hull stands out like a blackship in snow!" *She grins* "Now beam me up Tsallie!"

And the Tokathe is dematerialized.

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*Zllivan does not wait to completely re-form before dashing off into the nearest shadow, an alley formed between two of the slave cages. Instead, her lithe form, tunic, and belt of weapons finish materializing in darkness, well hidden from the captors which Zllivan sought to kill. Her ears flick back against her head and the Tokathe hunches over slightly in the traditional sign of battle, but does not immediately rush out into the fray. Instead, she takes in the area around her, and crouches forward, leaning into the shot. Lifting her left paw, she pulls the gun infront of her face and squinting slightly, moves one claw backwards in order to fire. The shot is true, and one of the captors falls over, writhing in agony as the acid within the bullet burns through is body.*

*The captors are not stupid however, and most immediately take cover as well, firing their own laser-shots at the area from which Zllivan had attacked. She grimaces slightly as one shot comes a tad to close for comfort and with a grunt of descision, rolls out from behind the cart. A rapid-fire weapon within her tail she madly shoots across the rows of carts, hitting a few more of the guards, but snarling softly as one laser sears her shoulder.*

*Grimacing with the acceptance of being outnumbered, she returns to her acid shot, and with expert aim hits the locks on multiple cages, melting them and freeing the captives. The ragged creatures emerge as no longer the peaceful quadropeds other Takothes had learned of, but raging beasts, ready and willing to fight back for the planet after weeks of misery. Zllivan takes advantage of this and leaping from her hiding place, roars to gain the creatures attention, and then leaps upon one dazed captor. Her deadly hind claws make short work of him, mutilating him peace for peace, and letting the blood flow freely. Perhaps it is the scent that gets the captives moving, but soon all of the once caged quadropeds are stampedeing and fighting back against the heavily outnumbered captors. The black Takothe femme leaps from this fray... and calls wildly to Tsal. Soon the low hum of the flat ship is heard, and Zllivan is pulled back into the safety of the ship.*
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The hologram now shows the decimation of the captor species as the captives, led to rebellion, outnumber the attackers 10 to 1. Tsal sighs lightly, a tad dissapointed that on this mission he had to do nothing, Zllivan merely laughs to him, and with a wry grin reassures the ship, "Of course get to do something Tsal, you get to patch-up my shoulder!"

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