Buba lands on the Azdagari moon and rushes off to meet with the Azdagari officer. "Buba, we believe that Flatuelnce was working for the Igadzra. He was requesting permission to land when all of a sudden a huge fleet of Igadzra ships burst into the system and began to attack our defense fleet. That SPD device was hooked up to the Penis' ship but none of the other vessels were equiped with them. Something seems out of place. If that SPD device was part of the Igadzra's weaponry then why did only Flatulence have one equipped on his ship? We believe that Flatulence is double-crossing the Igadzra and working for a smaller yet equally powerful force located somwhere in Crescent Space. We will send some diplomats to tell the Igadzra of our theory while you search for this Flatulence and his Mighty Penis... Good luck Buba."

As Buba quickly race to his ship he begins to wonder if Flatulence had been lieing to him the whole time. That SPD device had always been his, no doubt stolen from the Miranu. He must have hired the UE Cruiser to install the SPD device in his ship and use it against Buba. Then when Buba left for Azdagar he recovered it from the Sol System and took it back and fitted it into his own ship, the Might Yellow Penis. It was all a big setup, but why... And who was the major force behind this whole operation. Definetly not just Flatulence, this conspiracy was much bigger than that. But who??

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**What about the human Bounty Hunters?
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They were after Flatty. That's why he jumped out. Flatty's a human traitor. shhhhhh.....

storytime...

And then Buba thought he had it. He rushed back to his computer scans of the Mighty Yellow Penis... and there was the evidence. The Mighty Yellow Penis not only had Dospect armor installed, but also Bronev Plating. To accquire such armor, one must be in good terms with the Voinians. Furthermore, Flatulence uses Neutron turrets... but wait.... his battle tactics... very un-Voinian-like... and... his cloaking device.... How can that be? Once again, the answer game to Buba quickly... Fluatulence was a human traitor... he has technology from all the worlds, including the UE's secret cloaking device.

Where is Flatulence now? He must be stopped. And what is his connection with the Igadzra? Is he just waiting to double-cross them? Or does he actually work for them? How do the Voinians fit into all this???

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(This message has been edited by Flatulence (edited 11-27-2000).)

I apologize in advance for my blatant use of Andromeda and Red Coroco technology and reference.

In an array of blue light the C.W.S. Saratoga, a Corocian Warship, pulls out of slipstream to the port bow of Buba's ship above the planet. Commander Rooster opens a channel to Buba and offers his help. He had been tracking this mystery for two weeks already and was grateful to assist Buba. The ships pull into formation and Buba's ship joins the Saratoga's slipstream (obviously not having Corocian technology and only hyperspace drives) in pursuit of Flatulence...

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It is not fear that will destroy you, but the absence of it.

teh. ignores all non-EVO ships. take that!

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I know your not serious, but i think we'll all like it better with different tech. Here's a brief description:

Corocian Alliance Warship
Slipstream Drive (flys without using hyperspace routes)
Ion Turret Arrays (effective at weakening specific areas of shields)

Hope ya'll can work with that! (if not just have Rooster die in glorious honor)

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And flatulence uncloaks in front of Rooster and blows his ship to high-heaven.

I wasn't kidding........ that's why this is an " EVO epic adventure"

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...The Corocian technology was gone along with the Saratoga, but Buba picks up Rooster's escape pod and banks to attack Flatulence. Ha!

(Fine, only EVO tech. But at least i'll survive!)

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A huge Voinian fleet with a dimond shape ship in the center of it jumps in. "Attention Traitor. We have been dispatched to anniahlate you and your ship. Do not even think about jumping out. We have a Gravity Well generator preventing you from escaping. If you attempt to jump out your engins will be destroyed from the strain of trying to get out of the Gravety Well. Prepare to be destroyed." The fleet opens fire, quickly taking down 25% of Tray's ship's shields. "I bet the Well is in the big ship in the middle of that fleet. If I can destroy it, I can escape." Tray quickly unloads all his secondary weapons on it bringing it's armor to 50%. He makes a mad rush at it with turrets firing. It goes up in a spectaculr explosion. Tray starts his jump sequince and feels a large push at his back like normal. But that is where normal ends. His Fire Fighting console lights up like a christmas tree. "Oh no!" He thinks. "What's going on?" He puts on his afterburners to try to escape but nothing happens. He ejects but is caught by a Voinian Cruiser in a tractor beam. Inside the ship he is tourtured and then brought up to the bridge. "Idiot Humans. Always think the biggest ship has the worst weapons. We had miniturised the GW technology to fin in a Heavy Fighter. Now you will die." They take him to the fighter bay and tie him up. The Voinians leave and a siren starts blaring, "Warning decompression in one minuet. Have a nice day. Warning decompression in fifty five seconds. Have a nice day. Warning decompression in fifty seconds. Have a nice day. Warning..." Counting down. Tray starts hyperventalating, thinking it wil give him a few more seconds of life by putting more Oxygyn in his blood stream.

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The Person who joins the United Earth Dictatorship knows not true might and he knows not true enlightenment.

My objective is to live forever. So far so good.
Books of the new millennia:Left Behind, Tribulaton Force, Nicolae, Soul Harvest, Apollyon, Assassins, The Indwelling, The Mark.

And then, the unthinkable happens. A huge lumbering Igazra uncloaks right in front of the Voinian Fighter with the... whateverthehellyoucallit (gravity well). Over the loudspeaker Flatty yells "Ha! Hope you like my robotic timebomb. Time's a tickin'"... a tractor beam is locked onto the Voinian fighter and it is dragged into Flatty's fighter bay. Meanwhile, the robotic Flatulence, safely contained within the Voinian Cruiser, finally finishes its countdown. A huge molecular disruption device (Little Doctor), carefully planted in the robot's stomach goes off. The Voinian cruiser instantly falls apart and becomes a lump of metal. The wave spreads and the rest of the fleet is engulfed. Meanwhile, The Mighty Yellow Penis afterburners away to a safe distance. His crew begins to dismantle the fighter and steal all of the newest Voinian technology.

Flatty looks at his screen, satisfied with the outcome.... well, he'll no longer be working for the Voinians anymore, but that's ok.... he heard that the southern strandless worlds could use a hero to reunite them. My time will come again. Flatty gets the message that the crew has finished dismantling the fighter and it's safe to jump out. Flatty plots a course for strandless space and jumps away.....

Meanwhile.....

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Who is this "tray" guy???

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Dah... I think we're mixing stories.... Tray Tor is one of my pilot files.... he's a human traitor working for the Voinians... hence, the name "Tray Tor".... "Traitor".... I use him for stories on the board. Lone like to kill him... alot.

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...Voinian General LoneVoinian is very displeased that his fleet was annihilated, when suddenly the door to his office is opened, and in steps an alien. LoneVoinian starts to grab for his Neutron blaster.

"Your weapon has been deactivated," the alien says.

LoneVoinian checks the power level, and it is at 0% power. He looks up. "Who are you and what do you want?"

It is at this moment LoneVoinian reckognizes that the alien is an Azdgari!

"My name is Captain Carnotaur. I am an Azdgari Secret Agent, part of the Azdgari Order, a secret part of the Azdgari government. We are like their "Special Forces" and "FBI". We do all the really secret stuff that doesn't look good on ABS (Azdgari Broadcasting Service). Anyway, I've come with a fleet of 50 Azdgari Aradas and 25 Azdgari Warships. We are here to help YOU, the Voinians. We will supply you with shield technology, better engines and maneuverability, weapons, and vessels. We will give you information. All we ask for is your armor technology and your neutron technology, and your help. Flatulance is heading for the Strands. He may help them give the Azdgari a major military blow if we do not stop him. We MUST stop him. Will you help us? We'll help you?"

Voinian General LoneVoinian replies...

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To Escape Velocity: Nova and Beyond!

He replies: "What other answer can i give? Our fleets will leave at 600 hours." And so the incursion began. But Buba with Rooster at his side are contacted by Flatty, who has heard of the Voinian/Azdgari plans. He begs for their help. Buba replies...

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"Of course. But you don't have anything to worry about. The gravity well technology starts a countdown as soon as a tractor beam is detected. It should be producing enough gravity for a black hole right...now." A loud scream is heard over the channel Flatulence was using to taunt Fleet Commander Lone v oinian. "Oh, by the way. We tracked his jump coordenets to the Igadzra home world. Did you know that the Igadzra on planet will never die due to the strange effects a black hole has? They will just feel their cells being pulled into molecules being pulled into atoms being pulled into Protons and Neutrons being pulled into Quarks and Neutrinos being pulled into..." The Azdgari ambassidor gave a shudder just then. "Come come." Lonevoinian said, "they are your enemys. If they had gotten that technology they would have done the same to you. And isn't it better that that happend to them then to you?" "I suppose" Said the ambassidor. "They might enjoy it. It will slow them down even more then they were already." The ambassidor gave a weak chuckle at that.

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The Person who joins the United Earth Dictatorship knows not true might and he knows not true enlightenment.

My objective is to live forever. So far so good.
Books of the new millennia:Left Behind, Tribulaton Force, Nicolae, Soul Harvest, Apollyon, Assassins, The Indwelling, The Mark.

Flatty laughs his head off after his last transmission. He knew ahead of time about Lone's gravity well technology and acted accordingly. You see, the tractor beam detector works rather simply. A small robot is always happy. However, when a tractor beam comes into contact with it, it turns angry and starts a 5 minute countdown clock. Flatty's experienced technitians just gave it something, once again, to be happy about. (ha... Hitchhiker's ripoff) Now, safely into Strandless space, Flatulence knew what he had to do.

FRIENDS! ALLIES! STRANDLESS. Come one, come all. Gather 'round and here what I must say. I will tell you the truth of the strands and of the evil voinians. You deserve no less.

After a long and animated speech filled with loud cheers and screams, Flatulence cut to the chase.

You, my strandless friends, are needed. Your support of my campaign. I can share technology with you that you've only dreamed of. But, you must support everything I do. Do we have an agreement?

All strandless present screamed their acceptance. The radio signals transmitting his speech all across strandless space allowed the entire strandless nation to hear. Tranmissions were coming in left and right from other strandless planets giving their support.

"Well then. Let us begin. Here are some designs for some of the most powerful warships in the Universe"
The strandless mechanic looked at Flatty's designs
"Sir... this... this... this will be amazing. The Voinians and the Azdgari couldn't have done it any better. Where did you come across this information?"
"Ohh... a good Council friend of mine. Ali is willing to share great secrets for a price."
"We'll get started on this fleet right away. Make yourself at home.... sir"

Meanwhile, the story goes to some OTHER characters....

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**He replies: "What other answer can i give? Our fleets will leave at 600 hours." And so the incursion began. But Buba with Rooster at his side are contacted by Flatty, who has heard of the Voinian/Azdgari plans. He begs for their help. Buba replies...

**

I think Carnator wanted ME to respond.

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The Person who joins the United Earth Dictatorship knows not true might and he knows not true enlightenment.

My objective is to live forever. So far so good.
Books of the new millennia:Left Behind, Tribulaton Force, Nicolae, Soul Harvest, Apollyon, Assassins, The Indwelling, The Mark.

(Sorry Lonevonian, please change your answers if you'd like)

Rooster gets an anonymous transmission from the strandless worlds. He quickly removes his lifepad, eliminating his location from Buba's sensors. He runs down the corridor to the fighter bay, and flies away in an Azdara. The hum of the engines is heard, and the ship screeches on it's enterance to hyperspace. After a week and the succesful organization of Flatty's empire, Rooster lands upon the pad at Flatty's new HQ. He then emits a hologram which applies for position in his command, having only this one further ally. Flatty speaks...

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(This message has been edited by roostersw (edited 11-27-2000).)

Flatulence inspects Rooster. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Flatulence pulls a sword, seemingly out of thin air, and swings it straight through Rooster. Being a hologram, he fizzes for a bit, then comes back into focus.

"As I thought. You seem like a good pilot, but a man that can not come down to ask for such a position BY himself lacks the bravery I need in my men. You have 2 options now, I think you know them. Show thyself or leave...."

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"Woah"
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"I trust not even my elders"...Rooster's voice booms through the intercom..."And seeing what you did to my hologram i should be careful. But care is for the Voinians and Azdgari in the face of your power." Rooster walks through the door, unarmed, ready to face doom or the divine leadership of Flatulence...

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Much better. Allow me to fill you in on what we're making. Recharging armor. While technically it doesn't recharge, this armor will do something similar. It instantly re-enforces itself after it takes damage. Combine the power of the Voinians with the speed and stealth of the Aggies. The time has come, we will teach the world who its masters are. Starting with my old friends, the United Earth.

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"Woah"
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