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From: Medellia Blue 
Subject: Re: [OW!] A Big Fight Brewing and a Commercial for Viewing!
Date: 20 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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Jason Eric Tucker wrote:


> 
<"Just getting to the point" snip>
> 
>         "Ha-HAA!" cackled Hiryu. "How does *that* feel?!"
>         As a response, the Artemisian Warrior could do little
> more than make a small squeaking noise. He wished he had worn
> underwear. Instead of the soft cotton of undergarments, he
> felt the pain of being wedgied with the tougher denim of his
> pants.
>         As Hiryu gloated over the fledgling Capcomchanian,
> a weak, exausted figure aproached from behind. She wore
> tattered blue clothing that offered little protection from
> he cold. Her eyes turned to the sky, where she saw the massive
> AMICHAN hovering above, still in Ami mode.
>         "Lady Mercury!"
>         Hiryu spun around, saying, "You wanna piece of me,
> too?! Put 'em up! Put 'em up!"
>         "Nay, good sir, I have come seeking the beacon of
> Sailor Mercury which I saw some nights ago."
>         "Who are you?" Hiryu asked.
>         "I am the elf Galadriel, and I have been wandering
> aimlessly these many, many months. It all began when--..."
>         "Never heard of ya," the neko-dude interrupted. "So,
> are you here to fight or not?"
>         "But, good sir, I--..."
>         "C'mon! I got a buncha butts that need kicking and
> you're holding things up!"
>         Their dialogue was cut short when a large shadow fell
> upon them. They turned and looked to see the Tux-mech towering
> above them.
>         "Hi, Hiryu!" called Dreadite over the speakers.
> 
> *["Butt-kicking for 45 minutes" scene switch]*
> 

Meanwhile, back on the AMICHAN. . .

Medellia was watching television, namely commercials, and trying to
think of some hare-brained scheme to advance the Ami cause, or at least
actually get outside the mech. Not that it wasn't a very nice mech, mind
you, but she was a little stir-crazy. 

"hmm. . .no, that won't work. . . no, that's not at all funny," she
muttered to herself. She sighed. "You know, brainwashing's always an
option, but that's been done. But, partial brainwashing. . ." 

She jumped up and began looking around. "This mech's huge. Surely
there's a science-type area somewhere. . ." 

["Whadda you mean the lab isn't supposed to blow up?" scene switch]

The not-quite-a-bluenette stepped into the briefing room, and everyone
except Hiryu followed. He was still ranting at Galadriel, who was still
crying for "Lady Mercury". 

"I know, I'm the newbie on the team. But, I have an idea that may get us
somewhere. . .or, at least let us have some fun on the side, while we
have the fight going on," she began. "The plan's very simple. We whack
the target over the head with anything large. Mallet, spatula, what have
you. After he/she is unconscious, we bring 'em back here. Then we use
this." 

She held up a visor, somewhat similar to the one Geordi wore on Star
Trek: TNG. 

"This is the brainwashing device. Only, it isn't a complete brainwash.
The subject still knows who he/she is, and most memory's intact. Any
attacks, special abilities. . .they're all there. The thing that's
missing, however, is the memory of which of the Sailor Senshi they
support. When the target comes to, that's when we remind them that they
were always an Amichanian. But a slightly misguided one, up until we
found them." 

She sat back down, and waited for the reactions. But before anyone could
say anything, a huge rose-shaped snowball hit the window of the briefing
room. 

TBC? 


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~ Medellia Blue  

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