The Troop of rabbits materialized in the now familiar room of their writer, and questioned whether their counterparts had made it back to their own dimension.
“Yep, and since there aren’t any unwanted guests in their dimension, I’ve fixed the fourth wall for them. As for the next problem, I found that a space story has crossed over into another space story’s dimension. I’d suggest trying to make friends with the lost story, because then it might be easier to get them into their own story.” The writer replied, and as he was saying this, Acid’s face split into a wide grin, making the rest of the rabbits a bit uneasy.
“Um, Acid, what is making you so spontaneously happy?” asked Jack.
“Oh, it’s just that I’ve been wanting to test out my new carrier that I designed, The Grey Hammer. Being sent into a space story sounds like the perfect time to try it out!”
Jack was nonplussed. “And you are able to transport a friggen’ carrier with that dimension hopper?”
“Jack is right, but so is Acid. I can write your carrier into their story, and then you can warp yourselves into it,” corrected the writer.
“And yet, you can’t fix the stories yourself?” asked Coppertop, raising one eyebrow.
“To delete the characters that have warped into one story would destroy them rather than fix the problem, and-“ the writer started to retort.
“Couldn’t you rewrite them back into their story?”
“I was getting to that. One, I’m a lazy bum so I don’t want to do that, and two, they wouldn’t be the same characters. And stop trying to catch me making a plot hole, you guys should get going before the situation gets worse!” that was the end of the argument, and the rabbits set coordinates for the next story they needed to fix.
“Okay, your ship is now in their story. Good luck!”
Acid set the fine coordinates to his ship, and began the warp sequence. Within a few seconds, the party had vanished.

“And, here we are. A shame you couldn’t see it from the outside, it’s quite a sight!” Acid told his friends. “Anyways, I need you to split into two groups. One will handle the weaponry of this ship, and the other will control the rest.”
The rabbits quickly separated into two groups: Jack, Coppertop and Electrik formed the weapon-using group, while Acid, Radium and Ducky took up control.
“Okay, you guys can take the LTV to the back, where you will find the elevator to the weapons deck. For the rest of us, a brisk walk won’t do any harm, right?” Acid directed the groups.
“How far of a walk?” asked Ducky.
“Oh, a quarter of a mile,” replied Acid.
“Just how big is this ship, anyway?” questioned Radium, raising an eyebrow.
“2 miles long, a quarter of a mile wide and a quarter of a mile tall.”
“Joy.”

“Are all of you in position?” Acid asked into his headset, preparing to boot up the main systems on their ship.
“Yes, Electrik’s got the plasma cannon, Jack immediately claimed the rocket pods, so I apparently am stuck with the devastator missiles,” Coppertop’s reply came through from the weapons deck.
“Good. Watch out with those things, each one packs a big enough punch to remove an entire planet from existence. I’m seeing some activity to stellar northeast, so let’s check that out.”
Radium turned towards Acid. “I have some questions about this ship. One, wouldn’t it be dangerous to have a cockpit this big? Two, where are the escape pods? Three, why the heck did you make a 2 mile long planet buster?”
Without missing a beat, Acid replied “One, this isn’t actually a cockpit, it’s actually a video screen on the inside of the same amount of armor that’s coating the rest of the ship. Two, this doesn’t have escape pods, for two reasons: it has fighter bays already, and if this ship were to be destroyed, the resulting explosion would vaporize any escape pods. Three, Carrot Corp. apparently wanted it for military operations, other than that I don’t know.”
There was a long pause, after which Radium slowly asked, “No escape pods?”
“Yup!”
“You must be completely crazy,” stated Ducky. Within a few seconds there was unanimous agreement from the rest of the crew aboard The Grey Hammer.
“Oh, come on!”
“Look, can we quit arguing about escape pods and focus on the task at hand?” Coppertop’s voice cut in. They had come very close to their destination, and were apparently being hailed by a handful of fighters.

“We’re picking up a large object on radar, number 4, can you see what it is?”
“Looks like a warship, and a big one at that, number 1!”
“Dang. Friendly ID signals?”
“It isn’t broadcasting any.”
“Very strange. We’re on our way to negotiate with the Snamus, and an unidentified warship appears out of nowhere! Number 8, try scanning it.”
“Roger that,” number 8 scanned the mysterious apparition. “It’s got life forms on board, but they aren’t any recognized species. It’s also carrying planet destruction capable weaponry.”
“I wonder why some species from the next galaxy over decided to do some planetary demolishing in our system right now… I’ll hail them.”

“Acid, you doofus, answer their hail!” Electrik yelled at his brother, who obeyed.
A transmission screen appeared, showing a middle-aged pilot in a one-man fighter. “This is the pilot of star phantom 1, do you copy, unidentified vessel?”
“This is Acid, captain of The Grey Hammer. We read you, star phantom 1. Now that we’ve done away with the formalities, may I ask who’s in charge around here?”
“Well, I’m the leader of my squadron, but if you want the general, he’ll be back at the base,” the middle-aged pilot replied.
“Okay. I’d like to seal an alliance, and if you see any other strange ships in the area, try to make friends with them. Could you take us back to your base?”
“Well, my squadron is on a mission currently, but we could give you the coordinates to our base.”
“That would be great,” Acid agreed, and a few moments later, the coordinates were uploaded onto The Grey Hammer’s computers. “Well, good luck on your mission, we’ll see you back at the base, I guess.”

As The Grey Hammer neared the coordinates it had been given, they were hailed yet again by star phantom 1. “We were lead into a trap! We’re lucky we made it out alive, and according to our general, a large attack force and a warship, which I assume would be you, are approaching their base! Go ahead and take them out, we recognize them as hostile IDs.”
“Will do,” Acid said, then closed the transmission, and asked his friends, “So, who’s up for trying out this ship’s military capabilities?”