I maintain that I'm concerned about butchering whatever you had in mind for these characters but it is very true that if the story stops nothing will happen to them. All apologies, in case of inaccuracies which I hit on the ball so well.


"It looks like we should go inside," requested Speedy as they had sat outside the fortress for a few minutes now and time was of the essence. Jim Drab promptly decided the same. Baeauman and 'Ares' realized this would be an excellent time to determine wheter the other ships would be a problem. No 'nostrils' appeared outside the ships, they had parked there and were likely inside. "If it doesn't move, shoot it anyway," mottoed the plain rabbit - and produced a rocket from Jim Drab's pack and loaded it into his gun. He fired at the ship situated most in the middle in hopes that they would all be damaged. If anything was inside, or if they were caught on the way in, armed ships around the area would be unsafe.
When the rocket it the explosion produced was larger than expected because it was rigged inside with an explosive. The other ships were set off and the explosions were right in everyone's face. "Not a good idea stupid!" yelled tyf, followed by a generic anger expression on the face of 'ares'. Jim Drab interjected - "This is where blagagnga's forces find out we're here!." he narrated. This was not assuring to anyone.
For the sake of his being oblivious, Patrian had taken a break to wash his hands and face. The group now had to reenter their guise although he was suspicious. Propulsion took it upon himself to ask the king if he had a floor plan of the factory. Why in fact, being king, he did have a floor plan but of course, not with him. Mr. Jim Drab however had picked up the plan 'while he was there' and gave it to Propulsion. A large structure but with little intricacies, trying to resemble a bunny slipper factory after all. The floor level with them was mostly a large foyer area with offices and the first floor hurling chute in the back. Currently these were occupied with soldiers, jim had penciled in during the flight. They must have seen the explosions and had likely planned the trap themselves. Propulsion alerted the others and they ran for the side of the building. Most of the doors were in the front. Gurgi was forced to look frightened.

"The best way in is through this chute," described Baeauman - 'All the officers will be outside trying to kill us by the time we get back there, then we can get off the first floor,"
A good plan "By jove", clevered Ares. The lot of them climbed through the rocks and sped across the flat ground. For effect the soldiers could be heard ordering and firing out front searching for the invading folks. The side wasn't long and they reached the back in good time - with a slight issue at hand. "Hey, where's the chute??" brought up Speedy as god of stupidity. Through the windows, muffled alarm noises were audible. "Ach, de lieber, the soldiers hafe set off und alarm!" groaned the Dagda. Patrian was confused - "You are scottish, right?" he questioned.
"There's a bug in the matrix," said Tyf. Baeauman considered things and Speedy answered first. "Blagagnga is mr. continuity, he must have messed us up," he decided. Thus the chute was gone and the characters had problems. "Would you believe me when I tell you, you're the queen of my heart?" Gurgi asked Jim Drab.
Baeauman had fabricated his response "The alarms have, shockingly alerted Blagagnga and he's messed up the continuity for us, so he will have time to blow up the planet."
"Shouldn't he just kill us or advance time so it blows up now?" aptly questioned Propulsion. "Hey, it's continuity for a reason," closed Baeauman. "However the window of opportunity is far from bulletproof," said Tyf and gunned at most of the back windows in front of them. "Let's go,"
Gurgi was afraid to jump through but Jim hoisted him up and they jumped through and reached the others. Speedy and Baeauman looked for soldiers left inside, and finding none, motioned to go up the first flight of stairs as noted by the floor map. Gurgi was again scared out of his/its wits. "There will be soldiers!" he clamored. In fact there were, in movie ambush style in fact doubly, the second floor doors all opened rather choreographically and found soldiers coming out of them in droves, some of them rolling, some of them with guns already pointed over their shoulders, and of all sizes, and of course before shooting they all stopped with their guns pointed silently to make the issue at hand very evident. "Well!" said Speedy.
"I command you all to stop!" shriek-ordered Patrian Patrach. "We do not follow your orders!" answered one of them nearby. For lovely more problems soldiers from outside had filed inside due to the commotion, and found the enemy cornered in the middle/end of the flight of stairs. Not knowing what essential suspense was being carried out they began to fire immediately. Patrian was shocked and yelled for the gods to save him. Jim Drab wasn't fast enough on his feet for this one. Baeauman elcited a huge magnetic pulse gun with a likely clever name, which could be determined later by unknown rabbit if necessary.
Speedy's hands soon controlled a laser weapon of similar proportions. Tyf and Gurgi had their share of automatic firepower.
Baeauman's cannon shot a giant magnetic burst towards the front, disrupting the shots and then crashing into the huge metal wall. A second and third shot set on a different parameter dragged the soldiers and their metal armor across towards it and sent them carreening into the walls with them. This produced wuite a bit of shock but the group was still ducking and covering from shots from above. Speedy, Tyf, and Gurgi took care of this. Speedy set the range to maximum and a wide beam took out a space-saving amount of soldiers. After some more barrage the problem had been greatly reduced, especially since the other members had begun to fight also, even Jim Drab, with a slingshot, dreadfully accurate. The alarms remained and Blagagnga was unable to be aware of the downsizing that had occured below. As the dust cleared, for comedy effect bunny slippers lay strewn about with the troops, some even in mildly amusing positions such as hanging off of their feet . .
"Same thing next floor?" asked Patrian.
This would have been true but the third floor according to the map was for storage. Not having been a comfortable planet for the most part Tyf and Gurgi were tempted to take one of many pairs for themselves, but most of the stores were truthfully weapons and negative items to their well-being as such.
Two floors of workers, the first floor being mainly for production, had been enough, with the hurling, maiming function that went on. However with a skilled attack team with the power of plot and also, skill, this was not enough soldier capacity. A ceiling lay above them and it wasn't the roof, this was a tall building from the outside, was up above but without an entrance. Blagagnga had plainly added on to the building for purposes of difficulty. Maybe there were soldiers but possibly empty floors, as mr. continuity had watched how empty pieces of plot can be more of an obstacle than real plot advancements. A consensus was reached that they would have to climb the fortress and see how to get in to the next floor, because it was undescribed on the floor plan. A sigh akin to everyone there exited from the uninteresting rabbit.


(Rocky)
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