You should all have read this already, but I figure I might as well post it on the JCF too, even if here it is a day late.





Reggie leaned against the wall, watching as Devan pressed the large red button that cemented the attachment between Power Gem and Junction Jumper 2000. There was a whirring, metallic noise, and a green light directly below the button indicated that the operation had been completed successfully.
"At last!" gloated Devan, standing proudly in front of his masterpiece of multiversal manipulation. "My time machine is completed! Once I finish programming in the proper coordinates in an excessively lengthy process, I can travel back in time and prevent the Galactic Rabbits from ever coming into existence!"
"Gee, boss, that's great!" observed Reggie, eyes bulging wide in typical lizard fashion. "Now nothing can stop you!"
There was a small cough from the other side of the laboratory. Devan and Reggie turned around slowly to see the source of the annoyance. Five rabbits stood, waiting, though one - a brown rabbit with Raccoon-like eye markings - appeared to be too injured to pose a threat. The other four were more confident, holding standard issue blasters and glaring defiantly at Devan.
"Not if we have anything to do with it," announced a gray rabbit in green spandex, cockily twirling his blaster. "Step away from that time machine, Mr. Shell, and put your hands in the air."
"Of course!" smiled Devan, all previous discomposure at the sight of the intruders replaced by an evil grin. "Of course, you will not mind if my raising my hands should happen to signal my latest super-soldier model? Dear, pathetic, stupid little rabbits, allow me to introduce... the Rocket Turtle."
Devan threw his hands into the air, and a vent in the back of the room exploded outwards with the force of a Really Fast Missile fired at jackrabbit speed. An aerodynamic turtle blasted out from the wreckage, an enormous rocket strapped to his back, apparently controlled by a device the turtle manipulated with ease. The four uninjured rabbits fired madly at the spot where Devan had been standing, but the terrorist had already disappeared with the aid of his portable warping device. This left them alone against the Rocket Turtle, who seemed to shrug off their blaster shots with only brief winces to display that any contact had been made at all.
Reggie watched fascinated from behind a coffee machine as the Rocket Turtle swept downwards towards the injured Raccoon-rabbit, picking it up in powerful hind legs before throwing it at the ceiling. There was a sickening crack as rabbit met metal, and the brown creature fell lifelessly to the ground. The other invaders had regrouped around the gray rabbit, who seemed to be rapidly issuing battle orders. As the Rocket Turtle flew downwards at the lagomorphic huddle for a second pass, the four rabbits scattered into all different directions, possibly hoping to confuse the Rocket Turtle. It was not disoriented for more than a moment, however, and quickly turned the rocket around to follow the slowest of the four, a pure white rabbit in some sort of black vest.
Reggie's attention was shattered when a small blue rabbit ended up behind the coffee machine with him. The rabbit raised her blaster to fire, but had it quickly knocked out of her paws and Reggie spun in a circle, his long tail sweeping in a graceful arc which disarmed his assailant. The two began combat, but quick as the rabbit was, Reggie's long sinewy limbs easily allowed him to block every attack she made. Reggie himself got several hits in on the small blue form, several with his tail, before ending the battle with an uppercut to her jaw. The rabbit tottered backwards, senses reeling, before falling down a floor vent into the labrat holding facility. The genetically grown creatures would be sure to tear the unexpected arrival to shreds, thought Reggie, replacing the vent cover.
Skirmish over, Reggie turned back to the progress of the Rocket Turtle. It was nearly finished, only the gray rabbit remaining, and that backed into a corner, prepared for certain extinction. At the last moment, as the Rocket Turtle was about to blast into its unprotected body, the gray rabbit leaped into the air, landing squarely on top of the rocket engine. The strapped on turtle desperately pressed random buttons on its controller, trying to shake off the gray rabbit, all to no avail. The gray rabbit began firing at point blank range into the turtle's head. Blinded by pain, it dropped the controller, only to have it be caught by the gray rabbit.
Cursing, Reggie leaped out from behind the coffee machine, looking around frantically for any form of weapon. However, it was already too late, as the rocket had been turned around, and was now flying directly at Devan's prized creation, the JJ2. Reggie closed his eyes against the explosion as machine met machine in a fury of heat and sound. When he dared open them again, the gray rabbit and the Rocket Turtle were unable to be found, and Devan had warped back in, examining the results of the explosion.
"Wow, what happened?" asked Reggie, tottering over, stupidity disguise fully back on.
"Those accursed rabbits have tried to rob me of my destiny," crowed Devan, "but they have failed! These damages are so minor I can repair them within a matter of days. However, I will have to see about improving the security in this place..."

"We've lost all transmission from Offensive Squadron #14," reported Lori, once more being contacted by Eva Earlong on the machine behind her mother's bookcase. "The last message we received was upon their entering Devan's laboratory. We can only assume that they have failed on their mission."
Eva gulped. "Can you try again?"
"There are no other operatives situated so near to Runabout Canyon. Any second attempt would take some time to get ready in addition to the travel time. Even portable warp devices like the Link Megawarper don't work for long distances. I'm not sure we can help anymore."
"It's... up to Spaz, then?"
"Huh?"
Oh, Eva realized, she had encountered Spaz after talking to Lori the last time. The yellow corporal didn't know of her own attempt to save Carrotus. "I... sent Jazz's brother, Spaz, to rescue him from the dungeons. They are Jackrabbits... maybe they can be fast enough to reach Devan before his plan, whatever it is, takes hold of the world."
"Maybe so..." pondered Lori, her mind seemingly elsewhere. There was silence for a few seconds, before the yellow rabbit looked back at Eva. "The only other person I could think of that could help is long retired from his work at R.A.B.T., but he was a master of personal transportation technology... I wonder if I could persuade him to come back and help us this once."
"Who is he?"
"I'm not authorized to go around revealing the real names of R.A.B.T. Operatives, even to you, highness. His code-name, though, is Acid..."