h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

*while this is going on, Axe joins CV in the foliage*
[nnt] Zero. Explosion mechinism engaged. Activating secure connumications with package... Done. Sending explosion key... Done.

[Axe] (over comms) FIRE IN THE HOLE!

*the toilet block disintigrates. A "fountain" of alcohol starts rising out of the ground*

*Atlantis, Wargamer's Dragon, hears the noise and begins to crawl out of his den. He smells someone ahead of him...*

Ohmiguide! Axe, you'd better be carrying! *pulls his plasma rifle off his back and turns up his field generator to include everyone, causing the battery life to biminish by 300%* Hey wait. *sets up a solar panel behind the field*

*Wargamer comes running at the noise. It isn't the explosion, it's the sound of a Dragon looming over Axe and drooling corrosive stuff down his back...*
Atlantis! Who's out there!? *Arms and primes the Railgun*

*smells something suspiciously like rotten eggs mixed with sweat*

Definatly a dragon.

*crawls onto the roof of the main complex and hides behind the chimney*

(oh why oh why did I ever give him that...) *Puts some baking soda on Axe's back to neutralize the acid from the dragon* OK now, I know there will be human armed patrols coming, although this guy's bad enough. Axe, watch the dragon. Njan, take my 3 o'clock and I'll take the rear.

*Atlantis peers at Axe, sniffing him so hard he's nearly sucked over. He then leans back, grabs Axe and goes back to sleep in his cave...*
What the? Atlantis! Put him down! You don't know where he's been!

*teleports to work, leaving his generator behind for the use of the team*
Damn hours. i g2g sorry.

*drops his folded up parachute, and takes a black rucksack off, from which he draws a large stock. He attackes a working mechanism from the bag, and clips two arms on. After clamping another set of mechanism with a telescopic sight on top (and a conspicuously pulsing blue terminal uplink) the device now looks like a large crossbow*

*njan clips a large crossbow bolt on, tipped with a dragonstrength sleepinggas capsule. He throws gasmasks in the direction of mercenary personnel (after realising that, if anyone's wearing their gelsuits, they're unnecessary) and fires in the direction of the dragons*

*njan dons his mask*

*Njan is tapped on the shoulder with a Railgun.*
Excuse me, but would you put your hands up please, or I'll have to shoot you. Terribly sorry about this...

*slowly prises himself out of the dragon's grasp, and sneaks back outside, where he sees njan and Wargamer, who is looking away*

(to Njan via secure comms.) Just wait there a minute...

*gets out his sniper rifle and puts a cleverly aimed shot into Wargamer's gun shoulder, therefore making him drop it*

(to Njan) Let's go!

*uploads an evac point to Njan and starts there*

*njan smiles in a respectful way and raises his hands up in the air. He drops the crossbow, which rocks - slung - at torso level. His facial expression changes to one of slight pensiveness, and he puts middle right finger to thumb and snaps the end of his nail off, and then smiles. He then disappears in a small graphite-toned sphere of displacement energy, a few seconds leaving the area clear of his presence, save for a small depression in the ground*

(to tripwire) Axe to Tripwire, transport me to these coordinates with remote teleport plz!

.. yay simulposting. Ah well, no breaches of storyline, it can remain. .. Apologies for the solecism of my postings. I seem to be losing words here and there. *gets more *

*disappears, leaving nothing behind, save a small vacuum where he was*

*a pops out of the vacuum and starts throwing tennis balls at the dragons*

[borg] Special presents from Axe! Come over here!

Oh, and I've gtg now

*the GSV Incorrect Catachresis intercepts the comms signal and displaces Axe to the location before Axe has finished the signal*

Damn!
Well, two can play at /that/ game...

*a small buisness card pops out of a wormhole*

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- The h2g2 Mercenaries
- It's a pleasure doing buisness with you
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*the subspace field generator and solar panel dissapear from the area, and a small piece of paper replaces them*
[paper]Wargamer, to think we were that unsecure... For shame. But, what I've been trying to tell you, is we're freelance, and we do REVENGE!
-Respectfully, The H2G2 Mercenaries