As soon as Acid said this, Coppertop aimed at the large fleet looming in the distance, and hit the ‘Fire’ button on her control panel. One devastator missile fired, moving towards the fleet with the intent of releasing its payload into the enemy ranks. The enemy fleet quickly formed a donut shape, and slowly turned in unison to follow the path of the missile. After it had passed, they all turned back towards The Grey Hammer as if to say, “Well?” before beginning to approach the ship.
Acid was not impressed. “Hit the blue button, Copper,” he groaned exasperatedly.
“What, the one that says ‘Detonate?”
“Yeah, that one.”
There was a brief flash of blinding light, signifying the end of the missile’s flight. Coppertop waited a few seconds, then asked Acid, “So, what’s up with that? A planet destroyer missile that moves as fast as a Shellian cargo transport?” Shellian cargo transports are known for being the slowest space traveling vehicle in existence. Devan Shell, the persistently invincible antagonist turtle, builds them.
“Well, those missiles aren’t supposed to hit very fast-moving objects. A planet is a pretty easy target, and the gravity would help guide the missile towards its target as well, so why bother wasting fuel on them?” Acid replied. “Oh, and Radium? Activate the automated defense systems. After you’ve done so, everyone meet in the Claw docking bays, except for one who will report to the main cockpit to control the ship while the rest are gone.”
Radium, amazingly not putting in a sarcastic remark about how he was supposed to know to activate the Automated defenses, figured it out and joined Acid in the LTV. Ducky had opted to stay behind to control the ship.

After some confusion, everyone who was going to pilot a fighter finally got settled in their own Claw fighter. The docking bay airlock opened, and the 5 Claws flew out, immediately switching to combat mode and setting upon the enemy fighters. These enemies, as it were, seemed to be completely unresponsive, as it took them the good part of a minute to figure out they were facing 5 fighter craft, not just a cumbersome destroyer with a couple of automated defense guns.
Soon enough, however, they seemed to get the gist of it, and were definitely outnumbering the 5 rabbits 5000 to 1. The rabbits had to have lightning reflexes, or die.
Acid routed all energy to the shields to take a particularly lethal missile blast, before redistributing the energy and calling into the radio microphone, “Jeez, these guys are tough! I think we need a better strategy.”
An enemy wandered within range of Jack’s auto-targeting system, and never lived to regret it. “At least our weapons seem to shred them pretty easily. What are these guys made out of? Aluminum?” Jack replied, frying 3 enemies with a single bomb. “Hoo-hah! Take that!”
An energy blast forced Coppertop to channel all energy to the thrusters to dodge, only to route it back to the shield when she realized she was about to smash right into another enemy. The shields of the two ships grinded together for a second, before the enemy’s shield gave way and the resulting explosion half-blinded Copper. “Aaah! I’m pulling out for a sec, guys, I need to recover from that flash.” Copper set autopilot to make a beeline for The Grey Hammer, hoping desperately that an enemy wouldn’t pick her off while she was disabled.

Ducky watched as the 5 silver Claws desperately weaved in and out, back and forth, barely managing to stay alive and pick off enemies at the same time. As she watched, her thoughts wandered to the weapon systems onboard The Grey Hammer, and a plan began to form in her mind. Currently, the automated defenses were annihilating any ship stupid enough to attack the warship, but it wasn’t much help in actually defeating the fleet. Turning her headset on, Ducky announced, “I’m setting The Grey Hammer on autopilot and going up to the weapons deck,” before doing so.

“Ducky! Don’t leave the pilot post! We can’t trust a computer for this!” Acid shouted into his headset, performing a barrel roll to dodge a deadly blast of energy. “Argh, she’s gone! Guys, the new main priority is to defend The Grey Hammer!”
The 5 Claws quickly flew back towards their mother ship, intent on protecting it until Ducky could boot up the weapon systems. After what seemed like an eternity of swooping, diving, blasting, ramming and dodging, the enormous missile pods on either side of The Grey Hammer opened up, raining millions of mini-missiles onto the unsuspecting enemies. Within seconds, the missiles had chewed a sizeable hole in the enemy’s forces, and were making quick work of the rest.
Even in the face of defeat, the enemies blindly flew at The Grey Hammer. The enemies were apparently stupid enough to charge a huge warship at the same time that it was vaporizing most of their forces.
Finally, the last flare had faded from the battleground. Ducky headed towards the claw docking bay to greet the five rather shaken up pilots. Well, actually only four were really shaken up. Jack was performing a run-though of the battle for his shipmates, which strangely seemed to glorify himself.
“We finally beat them. Let’s meet up with the fighter pilots and find out what we need to do to set things right,” suggested Ducky.

It wasn’t until the next “day” (While days are not existent in space, in this story the standard Earth day is accepted as a space day) that the rabbits found the second story they were looking for. They were just waking up when they heard of a small scout group hauling a “flower garden” into the docking bay.
The object looked nothing like a flower garden in fact, yet the rabbits did find that analogy popping into their heads somehow. It was a medium sized space vessel, cube in shape, and it was completely covered with strange, not-quite-plantlike organic growth. Vines, blob-like tumors that resembled flowers, and tendrils with claw-like ends were all crowding themselves onto the metal cube, and some of them were even forcing their way inside. Then, a small door opened in the metal cube, straining a little at first against the growth before snapping the vines. A blue skinned lizard-like creature with no pupils in either of its 2 eyes stepped out. It made a noise similar to that of a large group of pigs jumping up and down on a rusty, creaking pipe, before pulling out a blaster. 5 stunner shots hit the creature simultaneously.
“What was that thing?” asked Acid, to nobody in particular.
“We have no idea,” replied a scientist standing nearby. “It looked hostile, but we won’t terminate it until we’re sure.”
“I have a feeling that we won’t want to kill it.”
Jack Flash and Ducky observed the creature for a few minutes before warping back to the writer to ask whether this was what they were looking for.
Right after they had left, an operator of the space station reported that a huge space ship of unidentified race, build and ID signal had entered the area. The group of rabbits eagerly followed the operator to the radar display.
“That must be another part of the story we’re trying to find,” Acid mused.
“No, really, I thought it was the pizza we ordered,” said Radium, rolling his eyes.
“Well, we’d better try to make contact with them.”
A few seconds later, a large video screen in the room was showing the inside of a sleek, shiny vessel. The vessel appeared to be controlled by large, red-skinned, flat-faced biped pigs. “What do you want?” asked the one that seemed to be the leader.
“We wish to form a temporary truce, and ask you a few questions.”
“What’s with the formal attitude? You sound as if you’re talking to a king! Well, I am the zavochian king, but we never talk like that. Anyways, we’ll accept a truce, and ask away,” replied the king.
Acid stepped in. “Recently, a strange object appeared here, and we’d like to know if you have any idea what it is.”
“Well, let’s have a look, then.”
Acid quickly linked the transmission camera to the docking bay in order to show the zavochian king the “flower garden.”
“Interesting. We haven’t seen one of those since the Introvlik War…”
“You know what it is?” questioned Coppertop.
“Yes, it is an infested human. We can de-infest it, if you’d like.”
“We probably should de-infest him. Or her,” said Acid.

A while later, the infested human, still unconscious from the stunners, was strapped to a large metal platform. The platform had a large variety of wires, transistors, diodes and LEDs connected to it, and its occupant. A little off to the side sat two large generators, which were hooked up to the mass of wires. A small control panel sat in front of the generators.
“Are we all ready?” asked the Zavochian king. There were noises of agreement from around the room. “Well then, let’s begin.” He pressed activate.



Well, I finally got past my writer's block and lack of free time, and wrote the next chapter. ("Finally," say the crowd) Anyways, enjoy.