From: "Dave, Jennifer or Dan Fuller" 
Subject: [OW!R(I refuse to believe in S yet, at least 'til someone explains how  it changed, besides "It just did!". Call me stubborn and old fashioned.  ^_^ )] Those crazy Galaxia-sama-ian NPC's, What have they been up to  with out the guidence of their boss? - Part 1
Date: 13 Mar 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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P:OW!R:

Stuff happened.

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The OutRider. Once upon a time, it was a gleaming, speedy symbol of
rapid fire, cluster missle, laser beamed destruction, fighting for the
glory of the Rebellion. Then someone pushed Dash Rendar[1] out an
airlock and hijacked it for use on OtakuWorld. We believe it was one of
the Galaxia-sama-ian authors...

Anyway, at present time, it's no longer streaking through the skies,
piloted with reckless abandon by either DemonStalker or Leebo. Nor is it
wreaking untold havok in the name of Galaxia. No, for all intents and
puposes, it's, anthropomorphically speaking, just sitting there, on the
creast of a hill, completely repaired from the damage dealt to it by the
Shogun's Big-Ass Youma Bottle (quite a long time ago, eh?). Since the
time the various NPC's within it (Leebo, the droid co-pilot; TechnoMage
Chronus, the.. uhhh... techno-mage; Big Richard, Chip, and Dale, the
three Formerly Nameless Galaxia-sama-ian Enigineers (FNGE))[2] repaired
the ship to full functionality, they've been rather bored. TMC wandered
off to join a tournament, and was never seen again. More on him in a
later post. Ditto for the one FNGE (Big Richard)[3], who decided to go
back to the Underground Galaxia-sama-ian Base (UGB).

Three NPC's left at the OutRider. They decided to take it upon
themselves to build a temporary addition to the port side[4] of the
vessle. This addition, which has been up for quite some time now, but
never really advertised, is none other than...



A PAINTBALL ARENA!!!!!!

Let's take a look-see at what their doing inside, shall we



Leebo stalks down the hallway, stealthily making no sound, save for the
slight creaking of the floor boards. His sonar receptors are straining
to detect any trace of his prey, a stray gasp of unchecked breath to
give their hiding place away. Just then, he hears footsteps about thirty
odd feet behind him. As he whirls around his sensors detect the safty of
an ak2000 being turn off, and Chip yelling "Hey Laser-Lips! Yo' Motha'
was a snow blowah!!!"[5]. This became the precursor to a world of hurt
(at least would have been, if the droid in question could feel pain), as
Leebo is suddenly being splattered by small balls of orange paint. As
though the blasting he's taking now weren't enough, Dale leaps down from
the rafters, taking potshots with his Wave Motion Paint Cannon, and
screaming "OBNOXIOUS BRIGHT COLORED DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!!". After a few
more moments of this, Leebo finally falls to the ground, face down.



Chip and Dale look down upon their fallen foe, wondering he hasn't moved
yet. So far they've kicked him a bit and poked him with a stick.
Nothing. No sign of functioning. So they decide to flip him onto his
back and try to reconnect any accidentally unconnected wires. After they
flip him over they hear a very distinct chuckling sound. They look to
Leebo's face and see a very wicked grin plastered to it. As he grasps a
wire connected to all of the paint grenades strapped to his chest, he
rasps "And with... the last ounce of... of strength, the.. doomed droid
sees... to it, that ... the man who... dies with the most toys...." he
rips the the pins out of the aforementioned paint grenades
simultaneously, much to the horror of the two present FNGE's "Still
dies....." 

FWOOOOMPP!!

Everything goes neon yellow.



In paintball arenas around the universe, people laugh, sing, dance and
eat the paint of those who are not laughing, singing, or dancing. But
not in the Galaxia-sama-ian arena. No-one is mirthfully feeding paint to
involuntary volunteers. Alas, they mourn the falling of great PaintBall
champions of the future, taken down by a lowly co-pilot droid. The only
trace of their sad (false) demise, are the Neon Yellow outlines on the
walls of the room of their last stand. 

The PaintBall community shall miss these two who had so much
potential...


Well maybe not for long. In the mean time, come to Galaxia's PaintBall
Emporium, attached to the OutRider just near the old site of the Diet
Coke Bottle From Hell 2®! We do revenge parties, Birthday parties,
revenge parties disguised to look like Birthday parties, even Birthday
parties disguised to look like revenge parties. And remember, if this
isn't the best paintball experience you've ever had, then you probably
suck!!! Er... I mean... Then our motto isn't "Beat, beat, beat,
SMACK!!!"


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1. if it's someone else, forgive the error. it's been a long time since
I played "Shadows of the Empire"

2. for info on how they arrived in the world go here: 
http://x3.dejanews.com/[ST_rn=ps]/getdoc.xp?AN=348536893&CONTEXT=921377571.1075380358&hitnum=4

3. please note: It hasn't actually happened yet, but I just did that in
prep. of Part 2

4. which way is port anyway? left or right of the bow?

5. gotta love Short Curcuit.. ^_^


Ah... Violence. Mayhem. Let the Wars! never end...

Dan "DemonStalker" Fuller
demonstalker@hotmail.com
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