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May 15, 2002, 07:40 PM
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Enter: Jack Flash

okies. i'm writing a story... here... about my characters' (Jack Flash, my friend Captain Firefox, and a few others, like Headcheese and Wizard of Odds) origin. I was planning on using a few names here and there... y'know, like your character names... but i decided it might not be such a smooth idea if anyone found out and gave me heck about it.

So now i'm actually asking first. if there's anyone who wants to have a small cameo... possibly larger, depending on how much you pay me j/k... please say so here. is of great help.

thanx.
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May 16, 2002, 02:49 PM
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Sure. Use me.

But I have a question, is this a JJ2-related story and be posted in the War Tavern? Or not?

If so, this is my desc.:

Male
Rabbit
Green fur with a silver gun. (For duels, he uses a grey gun.)
Clothes: Well, I'm still making this up, but: White T-shirt (made of polyester, I like that stuff ;p), arm-band on upper part of the lower arm, jeans. Also has a watch. More on it in the next section.
The watch is not only a clock, but it also tracks movement. It can show you where you are on the planet (and what planet you're on) by means of sattelite.

If not, do whatever. I don't care, since I won't be seeing it ;p
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OK, new rule!

If clan names are part of your name, please specify if you just want the name part (i.e. Splat instead of KRSplat). If not, I'll use the clan name as the character's initials (i.e. K.R. Splat).

K?

K.

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I actually think the KR is just a part of his name. Like Electric IR. (Of course, I could be wrong about both of them. It's a wonderful feeling.)
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KR is part of my name. It's not a clan (but if you want it to be, it stands for kRaZy Rat.)

My clan is Not a Clan, with the tag NC. You might not want to type it every time you say my name, but if you want something about it, use it.
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calling attention to a subject that might just get me shot

um... ok.

I'm using Haze's concept of the Royal Order of Armed Rabbits (R.O.A.R.) in my story... if anyone (especially Haze) has a problem with this, plz notify me immediately, and I'll change it.

Once again, I'm not trying to plagiarize or steal ideas... i'm just a poor n00b hiding in the background...
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"I like driving an automatic, because I can do this." *revs engine* "You like driving a manual?" "What did I say?" "Automatic." "I like my... automatic, uh, arm... it changes the shift-gear on my, uh, manual." - 4IF vs Ken

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Can I join?
Profile:
Name: Grath
Age: Doesnt matter
Powers: Force. Push, Pull, Lift, Shoot blue lightning
Weapons: Lightsaber, standard blaster pistol
Appearance: Pure black rabbit with bright blue eyes
Clothes: Red headband, White robe, Black belt with holster for pistol and lightsaber
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So, "Newbie" ...You know your way around too well and you use the lingo too fluently..I'm suspicious. ^_^

Anyway. to bring to your attention a comment of Defalcons', is this story in any way related to Jazz2?

As far as i know furry stories are fine...there certainly have been enough of them around in the past...

Actually wait. Scratch that; if you've got joiners from the game & board then you're cool. Never mind. Thx ^.^

...and while I'm at it...can I have a tiny part?

*grin* I haven't joined a story in too long.
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Note of... um, thingy.

I'm going to start posting chapters of Enter: Jack Flash on the War Tavern, but I'm also going to leave it in Word format and submit it to LC when I'm done. Add any criticism you like... just make sure it's helpful, and not a hindrance. I HATE when ppl do that.

Just so ya know.

Anyway, here goes:

Enter: Jack Flash
Part 1: The Tank Campaign

Prologue: Almost a Year

It had been almost a year since Jazz Jackrabbit had defeated Devan Shell for the second time, and mangled his plot to turn Carrotus’ history upside-down. Jazz and Princess Eva Earlong were now husband and wife, and the green super-rabbit had finally gained the respect of the Queen. Even Spaz and Lori had official titles now.
But all was not over for the turtle empire. A new mastermind has risen in place of Devan… one even smarter and more devious then Devan himself. And now he poses yet another new threat to Carrotus… one that won’t simply change the rabbit planet, but instead, wipe it out forever…

It was a beautiful, cloudless morning over Carrotus City and its surroundings. The sun shined warmly over the green grass and its gigantic bounty over Carrotus’ famed giant supercarrots, well-known throughout the entire system of planets of which Carrotus was a part. The grass shined gently, drops of dew twinkling from the new light of the day’s sunrise. But all of this beauty was lost upon the planet’s green-furred hero, one Jazz Jackrabbit. Jazz continued to run after his spaced-out little brother, Spaz, through the growth of Carrotus, with the planet’s bounty of super-carrots zooming past him as his long legs carried him at super-high speeds. Jazz had opted for an early morning run; for the past few months, he came to enjoy them more and more, and it helped him get his mind off of his arch-enemy, Devan Shell, and most recently, Devan’s brother Shellion. Now, however, he was exhausted from the run, and Spaz, with his seemingly infinite supply of energy, led him on a merry chase, weaving between the large carrots like it was an obstacle course. Jazz followed him doggedly around yet another super-carrot, when they both heard a sound that stopped them in their tracks:
“JAZZ!”
It was the Queen, and by the sounds of it, she was flipping out already. Rather than get her angrier by not showing up promptly, Jazz called to his brother. “C’mon, Spaz. We better get back to the castle, before the Queen decides to throw us in the dungeon again.” He grinned, but on the inside he shuddered. That had not been a good experience at all for him.
In any case, Spaz nodded, and they both took off in the direction of Carrotus City…
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Chapter 1: Introductions

“JAZZ!”
The loud, resounding scream of Queen Earlong’s high-pitched voice pierced the late morning air as Jazz and Spaz made their way to Carrotus Castle. Jazz ripped some grass out from the ground beneath him and stuffed it into his ears. Running relatively slowly towards the looming castle in which he unfondly recalled being a prisoner, he became slowly aware that Spaz was not with him any longer. Keeping his wits about him, he quickly turned around, hand on his gun, ready to shoot up some shell… and saw Spaz, happily blasting away at one of Carrotus’ famous giant super-carrots, which promptly fell on him. One of his hands poked out from under the huge carrot, and the hand began to frantically wave back and forth.
“Hoo boy… not this again…” Weary from the long run he had taken with his little brother, Jazz tried, to no avail, to pull the giant carrot off of Spaz. He leaned against the carrot, becoming more and more tired. He took a bite off of the carrot, which revitalized him slightly, as any size carrots will do to any rabbit. He grabbed the small, madly waving hand, and pulled hard.
Almost immediately, Spaz popped out from under the carrot. Lying on his back, he emitted his trademark giggle, hopped to his feet, and dashed off in a quick run. Jazz leaned against the fallen carrot again, massaging his aching feet. When he was ready to go, about five seconds later, he wound up his legs and took off like a bullet.
The world turned into a blur of the blue sky, the orange carrots, and the green of everything else. Jazz easily passed Spaz a good distance from the castle, then skidded to a halt and watched, laughing inwardly, as Spaz crashed headlong into the wall, then fell, unconscious, to the floor. Happens every time, he thought to himself. You’d almost think he enjoys running into things.
“Ahem.” Jazz looked up to see Eva standing on a low balcony. “You coming in, or not?”
Tapping the spread-eagled figure of Spaz with his foot, Jazz called back up, “Yup… just let me get doofus-brain here up and running again.” He gave Spaz an extra-hard nudge with his foot, which woke him up. Spaz giggled again, jumped to his feet, said, simply, “Oops,” and sped inside the castle.
Jazz shot a withering glance up to Eva. “See what I have to deal with all the time?”
Eva rolled her eyes and went inside.

On entry to the castle, Jazz found Spaz, Lori, Eva, and Queen Earlong waiting for him. Jazz looked quizzically at the Queen, who gave him a tired look, and said, “Follow me.”
Indeed they did follow, with the Queen and Eva in the lead, and the Jackrabbit siblings close behind.
“So, does anyone know what this is about yet?” Jazz whispered to Spaz and Lori.
Spaz gave him a dumbfounded look (which is the way he looked most of the time anyway), and Lori shrugged. “We don’t know yet. But the Queen says it’s important. It might have to do with Devan, but that’s left to be found out.”
Jazz gave Lori a puzzled look, and replied, “But we destroyed Devan, remember? The time machine? BANG?” He looked to Spaz, who was nodding so fast Jazz wondered why his head didn’t just pop off.
However, Lori knew what she was getting at. “But he still had his goons. They may have started a lizard revolution, and you know how the Queen feels about that.”
“Right.” By this time, they had entered the castle’s base of commands, where Queen Earlong issued orders to her Legions, the renowned name for the main branch of the Carrotus Army. In the middle of this room, there was a small table. Not a long, banquet-esque table, just a small, round table. Jazz wondered how Queen Earlong could possibly get her entire army into this small room, and his eyes strayed to the pictures on the walls. Several of them sprang out at him. Apart from his own, Spaz’s, and Lori’s, Rico, James, Adren and Aline, and K.R. Splat were familiar names to him. It occurred to him that those five had all been Captains in the Queen’s Legions. The Captains were the only Legions members to come into this room. Having figured this out, he turned his attention back to the Queen. Luckily, he hadn’t missed much; she had just finished her rant about how this new threat had to be eliminated as soon as possible. She was just getting on to exactly what this new threat was. They sat down at the table.
“Intelligence reports have brought back to us that one of Devan’s followers, Buster Tank” – here Lori nudged Jazz in the side, and whispered “Told you.” – “has built a super-satellite, one as large as Carrotus City itself. He intends to use it to spy on Carrotus, mainly to clue himself in on our battle plans and strategies.”
Lori piped up. “So? We’ve destroyed satellites before, and a spy satellite isn’t anything new, even one this big. This’ll be easy,” she said, turning to Jazz and winking.
“Lori, I know what you’re thinking, but let me finish,” the Queen interrupted.
Jazz cocked an eyebrow. The Queen wasn’t this nice to him, why was she acting so peachy towards Lori? Hopefully it wasn’t just because they were both female… Jazz had no way of rectifying that.
The Queen continued. “This satellite is also equipped with some heavy weaponry. He’s armed the satellite with a beam cannon strong enough to destroy a planet. Which means, eventually, when Tank gets tired of us and our species, he presses a button, and Carrotus explodes.”
“Ouch. I take it that would not be good,” Jazz said under his breath.
“I heard that. And no, it would not be good at all.” The Queen frowned in Jazz’s direction. “As you might have guessed, we need to find a way to get up to the satellite, destroy or neutralize the beam cannon, and take out Tank. I presume this will be no hard task, considering you have destroyed Devan already?”
She cast a sidelong glance at Jazz. “Twice?” The green-furred rabbit grinned sheepishly.
A voice came from the door to the room. “I can help you get to the satellite.”
Immediately the Jackrabbits were up from their seats, blasters trained on the speaker, a modestly built, completely black rabbit. He even had shades on to block out his eyes. If the room had been any darker, they might not have seen him. As it was, there were a few seconds of silence, and then he raised his hands, showing them his empty palms.
Queen Earlong was about to explode at this unwelcome intruder, but the assurance that he was not carrying any weaponry (or, at least, didn’t have any immediately at hand) mollified her a little. Still, she was fuming at this newcomer, who still had his palms open.
“Relax. I’m not here as a spy, certainly not for Tank. My name is Blaze Blackrabbit. I can help you out, to get rid of Tank. That’s if you don’t blast me to oblivion first.” He grinned.
At this, the Queen did relax, and said to the Jackrabbits, “Lower your guns. This one means no harm.” Lori and her brothers did so.
Blaze lowered his hands back to his sides, but not before removing the shades. His eyes glinted a bright yellow tint. “Right. Now, as I was saying, I can help you get to the satellite. Not only that, but I can get you a way in.”
Lori looked at Blaze, with a puzzled look on her face. “What do you mean?”
The smile on Blaze’s face spread even wider. “I’ll give you a clue: Blueprints tell you everything.”
Jazz only had to hear the word “blueprints” before he rushed forward to Blaze. He put his hands none too gently on the black rabbit’s shoulders. “You have blueprints? To the satellite? How?”
Blaze’s grin dissipated slightly, but his face still beamed. If it could, considering his fur was as black as obsidian. “Well, not me exactly. However, I can get access to them relatively easily, seeing as my superior has them in his possession at the moment.”
“Your superior?”
“Yes. Jack Flash.”
“Who?”
“Jack Flash. The finest gunner in all of Ouistreham.”
“Never heard of him.”
Blaze sighed. “Well then, you’re going to have to meet him. He’s a good leader, as far as I know.”
Lori was next to fit a question in edgeways. “And how are we going to meet this… Jack Flash? How will we know who he is?”
“Don’t worry, you’ll meet him soon enough. He has a tendency to be exactly in the right spot at the right time. As for knowing who he is—” at this point Blaze flipped his shades back on “—you’ll be able to take one look at him and know that it’s him. It’s just something he has, or does, or something.”
“You sure?”
“Positive. It’s happened before. Now, before I bid you all adieu, I must say good luck, and I’ll probably see you again sooner than you might think. But whether or not you see me is an entirely different story.”
That last statement was more than just a little ominous, Jazz thought to himself, exchanging a glance with his brother and sister. When he looked back to Blaze again, he was gone.
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Chapter 2: Onward to Ouistreham

“Where’d he go?!” They looked all around the room, but Blaze was nowhere to be found. “He just… disappeared! But how?”
“Guards!” called the queen. “Search the castle for a black rabbit with sunglasses. I don’t want to let him get away.”
“Don’t bother, mum,” Eva muttered. “If he’s so quick so that he got away from Jazz, Spaz, and Lori, he must be pretty fast. And what are we going to do after we catch him? It looks like we already have all the information we need out of him.”
“Such as where to find Jack Flash?” Queen Earlong’s blue fur was turning a slight shade of red.
“He said that too, mum. He’s the best shot in Ouistreham, right? So that’s most likely where we can find him.”
The Queen stared at Eva. “You know, sometimes you’re so smart it amazes me. It really does. I’m glad you’re my daughter.”
Eva shrugged. “It’s not necessarily smart, mum. It’s paying attention to details.”
“So when are we going to go to Ouistreham to find Jack Flash?” asked Jazz. “I mean, is there any particular reason why we can’t go now?”
“None at all.”
“Well then, let’s go! C’mon already! What are we waiting for?!” With that, Jazz wound up, and was about to take off, when Eva placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Jazz…”
“Mmm?”
Eva pointed a thumb over her shoulder, indicating the opposite direction. “Ouistreham’s that way.”
Jazz pasted an embarrassed grin on his face, and said, quietly, “Right. That way.” Then he launched himself in the indicated direction.
Lori shrugged. “Mneh.” Then she was off, as well. Spaz followed close behind, all at considerably high speeds.
The Queen and her daughter watched them until they were little specks in the distance, then went back inside.

Once again, the world turned into a blur of blue, orange, and green as Jazz raced along the flat ground of Carrotus. The wind whipped through his ears, filling his head with a loud howling noise. Jazz had become used to this, so he simply ignored it and focused on not hitting anything. Lori and Spaz caught up to him with some difficulty, so he slowed down a bit to allow them to run in a straight line.
“How far to Ouistreham, Lori?”
“About two and a half clicks from Carrotus City. It’s not very big. Last time a census was taken… well, they almost forgot it was there altogether. Nevertheless, it was a pretty small village. Just barely bordering on town status.”
“How small?”
“Last report said about 400 rabbits there. A few lizards, but they’ve proven to be benign.”
“I’m not planning on taking any chances. Besides, I like having my gun ready.”
“…”
Spaz was the first of the three to see the tops of the buildings of Ouistreham. “Look guys, we’re almost there!”
Jazz stared upwards at the rapidly advancing “village.” “Are those skyscrapers I see? Lori, how big did you say this place was?”
“About 400 rabbits.”
“What would 400 rabbits need to do with skyscrapers?”
“Beats me. Something caused this place to grow. Fast.”
They were into the outskirts of Ouistreham as Spaz read the sign that whizzed by. “Ouistreham. Population: 250000.”
“Whatinna…” Jazz almost fell over himself. “Lori, how long ago was this census of yours taken, anyway?”
“‘Bout ten years ago, would be my guess.”
“And this city has grown by… 625 times in ten years?!”
“I don’t know either.”
They were nearing the centre of the city. One particularly tall skyscraper loomed over the rest. Lori put her eyes to the test, reading the lettering at the top of the skyscraper. “‘R.O.A.R. Outpost 12.’ This is an outpost? Isn’t it a bit big?”
“Yeah, but the Royal Order of Armed Rabbits is a huge agency. They’ve got outposts bigger than this scattered around the planet. This one isn’t that big, if you’ve seen the others. We might as well take a look around anyway.”
“‘Kay.”
They were closing in on the R.O.A.R. building. Jazz signalled for Lori and Spaz to stop far enough away from the building so as to avoid crashing into it. Lori and Jazz slowed to a halt in front of the main doors, but Spaz, per usual, ran straight into the side of the tower. He backpedalled a few steps, looking and moving rather dazed. Jazz and Lori exchanged glances as Spaz toppled over.
“Sometimes I wonder whether or not he does that on purpose,” Jazz chuckled. Lori rolled her eyes.
The main doors of the R.O.A.R. tower swung open. Blaze stepped through them. “Well, you’re here. Welcome to the R.O.A.R. outpost at Ouistreham. Follow me.”
After Jazz and Lori helped Spaz get back up, they entered the building. It looked even more like a government agency on the inside than the intimidating, towering outside. Blaze walked on, and continued, “I take it you’ll be wanting to see Jack Flash then.”
“Jack Flash is a part of R.O.A.R.?” Jazz asked of the black rabbit.
“A very crucial part. Jack is one of the main reasons why we even have an outpost out here. This used to be a small village, barely even recognized, until Jack Flash was born here.
“The rumour is, that he had amazing targeting skills at a very young age. One day, he got hold of a blaster, and started shooting wildly – wildly, but incredibly accurately. Each of his shots hit something dead-on. Although his mother wasn’t too pleased about this, his father was intrigued.”
They stepped into an elevator, and Blaze pushed the button for the twenty-fifth, and top, floor.
“He started training Jack soon after that day, and Jack’s done nothing but get better at it. After his father died, he started training himself, just like his father trained him. And that’s where R.O.A.R. comes in.
“A R.O.A.R. agent just happened to see Jack shooting at a bullseye target one day. He took a closer look at the target… and the only hole was dead centre, shot through at least two dozen times. Like Jack’s father, he was incredibly intrigued. He asked Jack (even though he was still young) if he would join R.O.A.R. And the rest is history.”
“But why ask him to come to R.O.A.R. when he was so young?”
“This was about ten years ago. R.O.A.R. was a small system, not a quarter of the size it is today. They – we – needed all the help we could get.”
“And so you hired a leveret for your army?”
“Yes and no. He showed a particular interest for R.O.A.R., according to his mother – God rest her soul. When we asked her if young Jack would be part of R.O.A.R., she said yes, at least his gunmanship skills would be put to use there.”
The elevator stopped, and the doors opened. Jazz, Spaz, and Lori immediately noticed that this floor held no furniture. It was, essentially, a short, wide, nondescript hallway, that led to what looked like another of the same type of hall, going perpendicular to the one they were standing in. The Jackrabbits began to wonder if Blaze had pushed the wrong button, as they stepped out of the elevator.
Then, suddenly, as if on cue by the elevator doors opening, three blaster shots flew by, down the hall in front of them. Spaz jumped back a few steps, almost falling backwards into the elevator, and squeaked out something that sounded like “Wozzat?!”
More blaster shots flew down the hall, and this time the distinct sound of a clichéd ricochet was heard. Jazz crept forwards, and peered down the hallway. He found himself staring at a white-furred rabbit, complete with a blue bandanna, and a red blaster that looked like a perfect copy of his own, minus the colour difference.
Blaze was right, Jazz thought to himself. I’ve never seen this rabbit before… but I already know he’s Jack Flash…
Meanwhile, the rabbit spotted Jazz peeking out from behind the corner, and flipped his blaster over his shoulder into a large holster on his back. He ran easily towards Jazz, greeting him whole-heartedly. “Hi! Jazz Jackrabbit, right?”
“Yeah. I take it you’re Jack Flash?”
“That would be me.” As Jack approached Jazz, he noticed Lori and Spaz standing not a metre away. “And your brother and sister?”
“Yup. We came here from Carrotus City, after hearing about you through Blaze Blackrabbit. We need to enlist your help.”
“Why?”
Jazz explained the situation, about Buster Tank, the satellite, and the super beam cannon strong enough to turn Carrotus into a space cloud of carrot-dust.
“Whoa. What a mind job.”
“Yeah, now you understand why we’re here. And why we need to ask for your help.”
“My help? Just me?”
“Why? Do you have someone else in mind?”
“Quite a few, actually.” He pulled a walkie-talkie seemingly out of nowhere, clicked it on, and spoke into it. “Firefox?”
A voice, slightly deeper than Jack’s own, came back through. “Yes?”
“I need to see you in the level 14 conference room. Get Wizard of Odds, too. We may have a situation on our hands.”
“Gotcha.”
“Oh, and Firefox?”
“Yo.”
“Bring Splat.”
“‘K.”
Jack switched the walkie-talkie off, then said, “Right. Now we go back down to level 14. I take it you haven’t met Firefox or Wizard of Odds?”
“Nope,” Lori and Spaz intoned together.
“You and Blaze are the only two we’ve met of your squad, so far,” Lori added.
“So far,” Jack said. “Well, there’s more to R.O.A.R. than just me and Blaze. Or at least our part of R.O.A.R., anyway.”
“Your part of R.O.A.R.? What do you mean?”
“Well, we like to call ourselves the Elite Task Force. Actually, everyone does.”
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Chapter 3: The R.O.A.R. Elite Task Force

As they were riding back down to level 14 in the elevator, Jazz asked, “So I take it those names were from people in your Elite Task Force?”
“Yes. Myself, Blaze Blackrabbit, J. Firefox, Headcheese, Wizard of Odds, and K.R. Splat.”
Jazz’s eyes snapped open. “K.R. Splat?! He’s supposed to be dead! Well, he’s not supposed to be dead… but everyone thinks he is! He’s a part of the Elite Task Force?”
“Yeah, why?”
“He used to be a Commander in the Queen’s Legions, but he was supposedly killed in battle. And now he’s alive again…!”
“He’s been a member of R.O.A.R. since four years ago. He’s only been part of the Elite for about three months.”
The elevator doors slid open, and the party stepped out. Right in front of them, down a short hallway, was a large room with a long table. Five rabbits were already waiting inside, one of which was Blaze; another was K.R. Splat, the ex-Captain in the Queen’s Legions. The other three were not immediately recognized by the Jackrabbits.
One rabbit had dark red fur, and a green blaster slung in a holster along his back. He also wore an unbuttoned, floor-length black trench coat. He was muscular, and slightly taller than Jack. He had a fiery look to his eyes, and seemed to be glaring angrily at everything, but Jazz could tell the red-furred rabbit was glad to see them, mostly by his amicable grin. Another rabbit had purple-ish fur, and wore a small set of glasses. Lori could just narrowly make out a small yellow blaster, similar to her own, hanging from his belt. Jazz saw the other one in a small holster on the opposite side of his belt. He looked like one that would be intelligent in all matters, but didn’t look outwardly like a nerd type, possibly because he was packing heat. The one other rabbit that the siblings didn’t already know had the same sort of body structure as Spaz, and would have been a dead ringer for him had her fur not been blue. As they walked into the room, all three of them could see her discreetly hide a small object behind herself.
Jack introduced them all. “You’ve already met Blaze Blackrabbit, and, according to Jazz, K.R. Splat is a well-known name to you.” The green rabbit grinned sheepishly, and said, quietly, “Hi, Jazz.” Jazz wasn’t exactly ecstatic to see Splat, but he managed to hide his feelings within his mind.
Jack gestured to the red-furred, muscular rabbit. “Meet Captain J. Firefox, one of the best troopers the Elite Task Force has to offer.” Firefox shot them a smart salute.
“Wizard of Odds, the brains of our outfit. Our own resident genius.” The purple-furred rabbit gave them a quick nod, essentially greeting them all with that one small gesture.
“And Headcheese. Psychopath extraordinaire. Also, unfortunately, my younger sister.” At this, the smaller, blue-furred rabbit grinned, and yelled, “HEWWO!”
Lori chuckled, and whispered to Jazz, “I’m willing to bet Headcheese and our own younger brother like each other already.”
She was right. Spaz was staring, wide-eyed, at Headcheese, apparently having thought there was no one else like him on the entire planet. And now he’d met a girl rabbit just like himself…!
Jazz had to restrain his brother from running full speed towards Headcheese. “Jeez, Spaz! You’re gonna kill someone here!”
Jack chuckled. “Well, he does bear a striking resemblance to Headcheese, among other things. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had everything in common. Apart from gender, of course.”
“Of course.” Lori gave a small smile. “Now, as for why we’re here…?”
“Right.” Jack sat down at the table, now dead serious.
“The Jackrabbits have told me about a new threat to our planet. His name is Buster Tank, a follower of Devan Shell. Now, according to these three esteemed warriors, Tank has built a super-satellite the size of Carrotus City, armed with a beam cannon strong enough to take out the planet.
“So, before I start going on about this, I’ll just put it this way: If Tank isn’t stopped, every rabbit on this planet will make the supreme sacrifice.”
Blaze cut in. “If the beam cannon is that strong, it’s going to need a lot of energy to power it. Where’s he planning on getting all that energy?”
“I’m willing to bet he’s modified one of Devan’s generators. Possibly, and probably, the one from the time machine itself.”
Firefox was next to speak. “Where’s Tank now? We might have a chance to stop him before he can use the beam cannon.”
Jack turned to Wizard of Odds. “Wizard?”
The bespectacled rabbit produced a small computer from seemingly out of nowhere, and typed something on the keypad. After a few seconds, he looked up. “He’s on the move, going north at a steady pace, just east of Kamarg City. Pretty fast for a turtle.”
“Then what are we waiting for? If he’s still on the surface, we’ve got a better chance of taking him out than after he leaves the planet.”
“Possibly because he’s not on the surface. He’s in the air. I just did a further scan of his area, and the readings say that he’s flying in a giant airship.”
“Armed?”
“Most likely.”
“Well, we have a solution for that,” Jack said, standing up. “Follow me.”
As they left the room, Jazz glanced at Headcheese’s chair, and saw the hidden object still lying on the seat.
It was a mallet.

Jazz followed Jack and the others into the elevator, holding the small mallet behind his back. He made sure to discreetly hand the mallet back to Headcheese, who hugged it like it was a lost friend.
Jack saw his sister’s affectionate display towards the little thing, and smiled. He leaned over to Jazz, and said, “Where’d you find that?”
“It was on her chair.”
“In the conference room?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, thanks for finding it. She probably would have gone bonkers if she found out she didn’t have it on her.”
“Why?”
“She loves the thing. I haven’t a clue why.”
“Oh. Okay.”
The elevator stopped again, and the doors opened. The only light on the entire floor was supplied by the elevator, and even then, it did not reveal much. Only a section of uncovered cement floor was illuminated by the elevator’s light. It was only when Blaze stepped out of the elevator and flipped a switch that they could see what was on that floor.
The basement was apparently a supply floor; doors with labels on them branched off of the main hall. Most of the labels were legible, but one or two appeared to be in some sort of symbol code. Blaze led them down the hall a short way, then stopped in front of a door marked “Airboards.” He opened the door, and they went inside.
Jazz, Spaz, and Lori looked around the room. There were airboards of virtually every size, colour, and power rating imaginable. Jack selected a bright blue one, and said, “Go ahead, take your pick. There’s enough airboards here to supply the entire planet.” He grinned again.
Jazz picked out a purple airboard, Lori decided on a navy blue airboard with yellow trim, and Spaz chose a red and blue one with four boosters instead of three. Splat, Blaze and Headcheese settled on an airboard each. Firefox took a while before he found one that he liked, and hopped onto it, hovering in the air.
Lori noticed that Wizard was still standing by the doorway, watching them each select a different airboard. “Aren’t you getting an airboard for yourself, Wizard?”
“Nah. I’m going to stay here and monitor operations… y’know, keep you posted.”
“You’re not coming with us?”
“Nope.”
“‘K, if you say so.”
At this point, Spaz was beginning to fly faster and faster around the room, holding on for dear life to the edge of his airboard, which itself was flying unmanned, so they decided, finally, to head out. Jazz grabbed Spaz by the leg as he flew by, and as the airboard zipped out from his hand, Lori caught it easily with one hand. Jack watched this perfectly coordinated act with great interest. These three must be even closer than I thought they were, he thought to himself. I wish I had a brother or si… well, there’s Headcheese, but she’s a nutcase.
He stopped, and grinned to himself. One would be able to make the same statement on behalf of Spaz. Go figure.
They left the airboard room, and Blaze led them farther up the long hall, towards a pair of doors set at the end of it. The black rabbit opened the door, and suddenly they were staring into the bright blue sky above. The doors led straight from the basement to the surface of Carrotus. Jack went outside, and hopped onto his airboard. Hovering in the air, he said to the others, “Well, we know where Tank is right now. What’s to stop us from going after him and teaching him never to mess with Carrotus ever again?”
“Wait a sec,” Wizard replied, reaching into a small green backpack. “You might need these.”
And with that, he rapidly tossed a small headset-intercom to each of the rabbits in succession. “This is how we’re going to stay in touch. I’ll keep you informed on Tank’s status, and notify you of events back here. All good?”
“All good.” Firefox quickly donned his headset, and bounded onto his own airboard. Blaze, Headcheese, Splat, and the Jackrabbits quickly followed suit.
“And now, without further ado,” Jack proclaimed, putting on his headset in a swift movement, “we take down Tank!”
With a roar of agreement, they took off, dust kicking up from the spot where their jet boosters had propelled them from. Wizard flipped out his pocket computer, and watched as eight dots moved together away from the center of the screen. After a few seconds, he looked back up, but the eight figures which the dots signified were nowhere in sight. Wizard of Odds sighed, flipped his computer back into his hand, and went back into the R.O.A.R. Outpost.
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Chapter 4: Assault on the Shellnaught

It was a few minutes until they received word from Wizard. His voice crackled through static on their headsets.
“Are y-- ---re? D- --- ---y?”
“What?!” Jazz shouted back into his headset. There was silence from the other end for a few seconds, then Jazz heard a shrill BEEP. Another second of radio silence ensued, and then Wizard spoke again, this time not affected by static.
“Are you there? Everything OK?”
“We’re all right, Wizard,” Jazz heard Firefox’s voice on his earpiece. “What news do you have for us?”
“Well, you’re going in the right direction, for starters.”
“That’s usually a good thing,” mumbled Jack sarcastically. It didn’t matter anyway, since the mouthpiece picked it up, and the entire group heard it.
“I heard that. Are you trying to insult my varied navigation skills?”
“Jeez, Wizard, it was a joke.”
“Then that’s OK. Now, Tank’s airship, the Shellnaught, is about 20 clicks ahead of you. He’s armed to the teeth on that thing, so keep on your toes. Be especially careful around the sonic wave cannons; they’re devastating to the ears.”
“Gotcha,” Firefox answered. “C’mon, boys—” he saw Headcheese glaring at him “—and girls… Let’s get moving!” He grabbed the tail of his airboard, pulled it up so the jets were facing behind him, and started flying at twice his original speed. Jack rolled his eyes, and followed suit, as did the others.
Jack looked down upon the planet, and its bounty of bright orange carrots seemed to beckon him from his airboard. All of a sudden he wondered why he hadn’t brought a small snack along for the ride. His stomach rumbled in agreement.
Before long, the looming hulk of the Shellnaught was in sight. It looked like a huge, flying, metal boat, and, as Wizard said, it was bristling with artillery. As the rabbits saw more and more of that artillery, they all became visibly nervous about flying straight at a floating battleship.
Wizard came through on the headsets again. “Can you guys see the Shellnaught yet?”
Jazz responded. “We’re right behind it, Wizard. Got any points of advice for us?”
“None that I haven’t told you already. Just be careful, stay low, and don’t get dead. OK?”
“We’ll try our best.”
Blaze indicated for them to slow down. All of the rabbits promptly let go of their airboards, allowing them to float back underneath their feet, and, cruising relatively slowly, readied their respective blasters. No one spoke a word. They coasted silently towards the huge metal base, ready to fire at any signal.
Just as Firefox was ready to loose a few shots on the supposedly unsuspecting warship, one by one, the guns started to turn and fire on the advancing group of rabbits. Dodging the blasts flying at her from seemingly all directions, Lori yelled out, “So much for the stealth approach, guys! Start shooting!”
Jazz grabbed Spaz’s arm to keep him from doing a quick 180 and flying away, and started shooting at a gatling gun atop the warship that seemed particularly interested in shooting him down. Spaz suddenly had a change of heart, and returned fire with his small green blaster. Soon enough, all eight rabbits were firing at different parts of the attacking warship.
A stray bullet grazed Jazz’s arm, and as he looked down to check that he wasn’t bleeding badly, he noticed Headcheese beginning to break off from the group. The guns hadn’t noticed yet, and he was glad for that. She seemed to be flying to the underside of the armed airship. Jazz glided over towards Jack, all the while firing at a small cannon on the side of the Shellnaught.
“Um, Jack?”
“Yo.”
“Have you noticed where your sister is going?”
“Yeah, under the airship. I told her to check if there are any ways we can get in, and hack this thing apart from the inside. I doubt we’re going to get anywhere by staying behind the airship and shooting at it; it seems to be well enough protected by its armour, and we aren’t getting any healthier dodging bullets left, right, and centre.”
“OK then,” Jazz said to the white rabbit, as the latter dropped a few feet in altitude to make sure Headcheese was okay. He glanced at her, and, assured that she was fine, he turned to head back up to blow some more guns off of the ship.
Just as he was turning away, however, he caught a gatling gun extracting itself from the underside of the ship out of the corner of his eye. “Oh sh... Headcheese! Get out of there!”
Headcheese turned around, only to be shot in the waist, stomach, and ribs by the gatling gun. She stood on her airboard for a few seconds, with three red marks in the fur up her right side, apparently in shock from the bullets hitting her. Then her eyes rolled back in her head, and she toppled off of her airboard. Without a pilot, the airboard quickly began to fall to the ground alongside her.
“Oh god…” Thinking quickly, Jack put an extreme version of Firefox’s quick acceleration into use. He flipped completely upside down, so that his airboard’s jets were right above him, facing up. With gravity and the jets going in the same direction, Jack began to increase speed in a steep drop. Headcheese’s was steeper, however, as gravity did its work and she accelerated in freefall.
He was quickly faced with another problem, as the gatling gun that shot down Headcheese turned and began firing at him. If any of those bullets hit his airboard… He shuddered to think, and concentrated on his dive towards his unconscious sister. At least I’ll be shielded by my airboard, Jack thought optimistically.
There were less than a hundred metres left between Headcheese and the ground when Jack’s hand finally clasped around Headcheese’s wrist. As soon as it did, Jack flipped himself back over, but it was a fraction of a second too late: The airboard smashed into the ground, and at that speed, it obviously shattered into several blue pieces. Headcheese was unscathed, other than her previous injuries, but Jack felt a sudden, immense pain in his right leg, and fell to the ground. Getting woozier by the second, he fired two flares into the air, and fell onto his back. He tried to sit up again, and then he blacked out…

Jack regained consciousness an indeterminate time later, and it took him a few seconds to realize that he had indeed regained consciousness. As he began to get some of the feeling back in his body, he realized that the immense pain in his leg had faded to a dull throb. He opened his eyes, and found himself lying on a small bed in a hospital room. Headcheese was lying not far away, and she was still asleep. Bandages covered the three spots where the bullets hit her. A young, gold-furred female nurse sat forlornly on the bed at her feet, with her back to Jack.
Jack sat up, and the pain in his leg flared slightly. He looked at it, and saw, instead of his own white fur, a plaster cast encircling his lower leg. As he stared at his incapacitated leg, he saw Firefox sitting on a chair on the other side of the room, engrossed in a magazine. Apparently, the red-furred rabbit saw Jack sit up, as he glanced at him, put down his magazine, and strode quickly over to the bed beside Jack’s own. Jack waited until Firefox sat down on the bed before he spoke.
“Where am I? What happened?”
“You’re in the hospital at Ouistreham. You gave a good shot to your leg, and passed out, from what I know. No one filled me in otherwise.”
There was a moment of silence, and then Firefox said, “It’s tomorrow, man. You and Headcheese have been out for a full day.”
“What about Tank?”
“That doesn’t matter at the moment. How’re you doing?”
“Well, my leg still hurts, but that’ll fade. What happened, anyway?”
“We didn’t manage to catch up to Tank. After seeing your flares, I dove down to see if you were OK. You and Headcheese were both lying on the ground, unconscious. Headcheese was bleeding, and your leg looked like it was badly damaged. Your airboard was in pieces, and Headcheese’s was buried half its length into the ground.
“That was when Wizard called us. He said Tank was readying all of the remaining guns on the ship for a huge last-stand attack. He told us to break off the attack, at least for now. So I called Blaze to my location, and we carried you and Headcheese back here.”
“How’s she doing?”
Firefox asked the gold-furred nurse. “Hey, Emmi… how is she?”
Emmi turned around. “She’ll recover. Although, those were some nasty hits that she took in the first place.”
“Indeed.”
Emmi glanced at the now upright Jack. “Well, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”
Jack smiled at the nurse rabbit. He winced slightly as another stab of pain hit his leg, and said, “I’ll be fine. Thanks.”
“What in the world did you do to get your leg like that?”
“Like what?”
“Both of your fibula and tibia were dislocated from your knee and ankle. Basically, your lower leg had three unconnected sections. You must have hit hard on whatever you landed on.”
“Is it still out?”
“No, we fixed it while you were still snoozing.”
Jazz pondered over this for a second, then turned to Firefox and said, “What’s Tank’s position as of now?”
Firefox was about to tell him, but Emmi put up a hand to stop him. “You’re not going anywhere in your current state. You can’t put exertion on your legs for at least two weeks.”
“Two weeks?! But how are we going to catch up to Tank?”
“You’re not. R.O.A.R. sent me a message; they’re sending Lieutenant Indigo and Splitter in your and Headcheese’s place. I’m sorry.”
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Well then.

Such is the first four chapters of Enter: Jack Flash. Constructive criticism, ideas, donations of money () would be graciously accepted.

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Thanks. Also, I can sense what's happening somewhere else.
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*bumpbump*

Or can you?! BWAHAHAHAHA-- *trips and kills himself*
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Chapter 5 is done! Yay!

Chapter 5: Viewpoints

“What…?!” Firefox half yelled, half whispered. “You can’t send Indigo! He’s not even part of the Task Force!”
“That’s what R.O.A.R. said. Don’t ask me.” Emmi shrugged. “Indigo may be inexperienced, but he’s a worthy fighter. That makes him a worthy ally.”
“And what about Splitter? He’s the youngest—” Before continuing, Jack glanced over at his unconscious, bandaged sister. “—well, second youngest member of R.O.A.R. He won’t stand a chance, especially alongside Indigo.”
“Relax, Jack, I’ll handle it.” Firefox rested a hand on Jack’s shoulder. He turned to Emmi. “I’m heading back to R.O.A.R. HQ. I need to… discuss this with the Jedi Master.” The Jedi Master was R.O.A.R. troopers’ nickname for General Grath, the highest ranking officer in Outpost 12. The reason he was nicknamed that, and also why he was a general, was because he was rumoured to be able to use what some rabbits knew as the Force to move things with his mind. However, only his immediate comrades had seen him do it before, which is why it was, indeed, a rumour.
Jack lied back down. “You sure he’ll take? He’s not really pleased by lower officers giving him orders. It’s kind of unorthodox, don’t you think?”
“Well, I can only hope he’ll understand what I’m telling him.”
Firefox began to walk towards the door, then stopped and turned around. “Jack, if I’m not able to persuade the good general not to send Indigo and Splitter… wish me luck. I’m probably going to need it. And Emmi?”
“Yes?”
“Make sure these two get better while I’m away. I’d like to see Jack up and running sooner rather than later.”
“Don’t worry. They’re in good hands.”
“I wouldn’t doubt that for a second, Emmi.”
As Firefox left the room, another figure appeared in the doorway. It was Wizard of Odds, and he had a grey pack slung over his arm. Jack sat up again, expectantly.
“Feeling better yet, Jack?”
“A bit. Thanks to Emmi, of course.” Emmi allowed a small, almost shy, smile to pass her lips.
“That’s good to hear,” Wizard replied. “Jack, I have a little thing here that might just get you out of here in less than two weeks.”
“What? You can’t do that! His leg has to be properly healed first!”
“Don’t worry, Emmi. This mechanism—” he held up the grey pack “—allows rabbits to walk, run—even fly—with a damaged leg. The thing is, if Jack uses this, he’ll still be able to fight Tank, and it won’t affect his leg at all.”
“Are you sure about this? I mean, you are the brains of the outfit, but still…”
“Absolutely positive. I know everything there is to know about this.”
“I’ll take your word for it.” Emmi sighed. “I’m probably not supposed to say this, but… go ahead. If your procedure can take less time than mine, then I’m all for it.”
“Great. Thanks, Emmi.”
Wizard turned back to Jack. “Firstly, we have to take off this cast.” He flipped a tiny, grey knife, not more than five inches long, into his hand. As he was about to make an incision into Jack’s cast, Emmi stayed his hand, saying, “What are you doing?”
“I need to get rid of the cast first to put the mech on properly.”
“There’s an easier way to do that.” Emmi went to the sole of the cast, and pressed down on the heel. Suddenly, the plaster spontaneously dissolved. However, the inside of the cast was not white, like plaster. It was, instead, a luminous red.
“We started using Diamondan rubicon to make casts a few weeks ago. It dissolves by electrical impulse. Rubicon casts are a lot easier to get rid of then normal plaster.”
“Righto,” Wizard replied. Emmi didn’t catch whatever he said under his breath as she left the room.
Jack took the pack from Wizard, and slid it over his arms. He began to swing his legs over the side of the bed, but a sudden twang of pain kept him from continuing. “You said this mechanism wouldn’t affect my leg, right, Wizard?”
“Right. Now, lay on your… um, what leg did you kill yourself on?”
“My right.”
“Well then, flip onto your left. Hold your right leg straight out.”
As Jack did so, Wizard pushed a small button on a remote that had suddenly appeared in his hand. A hiss came from the pack on Jack’s back, and suddenly a flat metal rod whipped out of the bottom of the pack and extended itself down the back of his leg. A metal plate, shaped perfectly to Jack’s foot, flipped impossibly quickly onto his footpad.
Jack winced as the plate struck the bottom of his foot. “Ow…?!”
“What?”
“Was that supposed to happen?”
“Yeah. It’s all fine, I assure you.”
Sides seemed to grow out of the edges of the plate, so that the plate turned into a metal shoe. Jack took a look at it, inspecting it carefully. As he glanced over the bottom, he noticed a pair of holes, a smaller one at the heel, and a slightly larger one at the base of his toes. Jack looked inquiringly to Wizard. “What are…”
“Jets.”
“That small?”
“Very small jets. Powerful enough to propel a large hare, though. You’ll have no problem with them.”
“Spiffin’.”
“You like?”
“Indeed.”
“Goody. Now flip onto your right. I’ll put the other one on.”
Jack held his left leg out, and another metal rod zoomed out of the pack. A second metal plate smacked onto his footpad, Jack flinched a second time as the plate struck, and the plate formed a shoe on his left foot.
Jack grinned. “Nifty. Now then, how do I control these jets?”
“OK. Remember those yo-yos that you used to love when you were a leveret?”
“Yeah.”
“Flip your hand out like you have one of those yo-yos in your hand.”
Jack flicked his hand forward as he was told, and spontaneously a control stick, mounted on a rod that fitted itself along his arm, erupted from the pack and flipped into the palm of his hand. It had a small, red button atop it, and another red button where his index finger would be. “Neato. What’s it do?”
“Before you ask, flip the other one.”
Jack followed the same procedure with his other hand, and the pack emitted a second stick into the palm of his hand. Before Jack was able to ask what the buttons did, Wizard answered.
“The button on the front controls the jets. You’ll need to practice with them to get used to longer, jet-propelled dashes.”
“And the top buttons…?”
“Well, push them and see. You’re going to enjoy this.”
“Won’t I… fly into something? Or something?”
“No, don’t worry. Those aren’t the ‘fly-into-something’ mode buttons.” He chuckled.
“OK, I’m taking your word for it.” Jack pushed the small, round button atop the control stick. His heart missed a beat as a long, grey blast cannon swung itself quickly over his shoulder and came within two inches of his head.
“Whoa.”
“Now push the other one. And keep your head out of the way.”
As the second gun whipped itself into place, Jack’s trademark grin appeared on his face. “You don’t know how much I’ve wanted something like this before, Wizard. I get the feeling I’m going to enjoy kicking some shiny Buster behind with this.”
“I knew you’d like it.”
Jack stood up, and he was slightly surprised that the pain in his leg didn’t flare up again. The rod running up the back of his leg apparently was taking all of the pressure, so that his leg might heal properly. “Ingenious.”
“What?”
“Everything. I’m amazed you can fit this much into this tiny little pack.”
“Scientific ingenuity. Works wonders, doesn’t it.”
As they left the room, Firefox met them in the hallway. “I couldn’t convince the Master to keep the two… rookies… back. They’re coming with us.” Jack noticed a hint of contempt in Firefox’s voice when he said the word “rookies”.
He paused, looking Jack over. “So this is the famous BIAS, eh?”
Jack was puzzled. “BIAS?”
“Bypass-Injury Auxiliary Support Unit. Best name I could think of for it.”
“And too true. Now I want one.”
“Then break your leg. That’s the only way I got mine.”
“You didn’t break your leg, you just dislocated it!”
“Your point?”
“Guys, hold up a sec,” Wizard interrupted, just before Firefox smacked Jack upside the head with the side of his blaster. “Arguing is getting us nowhere. Let’s head back to the R.O.A.R. outpost, meet up with Indigo and Splitter, and find out if there’s any other information we need.”
“Sounds like a plan. Let’s go.”
Just as they left the hospital, Emmi came back into Jack and Headcheese’s room, and sat, once again, forlornly at the small rabbit’s feet. An almost imperceptible tear rolled out of her eye, but it was absorbed by her fur. The gold-furred nurse sighed, and waited for Headcheese to wake up, and resume her part of the fight against Buster Tank.

...yarr!
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Chapter 6: Lightning Round

The small group left the hospital, and walked a short distance to a large, grassy field surrounded by trees. No rabbits were in sight in the field, which was about a square mile in size.
Wizard turned to Jack. “OK, let’s see if you have a quick reaction time to match your flying feet. Or potentially flying, anyway. Hit the jet buttons.”
Jack did as he was told, pushing down upon the small round buttons atop the control stick, and he suddenly felt a propulsion under his feet. The jets were more powerful than he had previously anticipated, as they flipped him head over heels, and he landed painfully on his belly.
Firefox stifled a laugh with his hand, but Wizard chuckled. “Looks like you’re going to need to practice with that thing, Jack, unless you want to embarrass yourself while fighting Tank. And while falling on your face is amusing, it’s not the best battle strategy, if I do say so myself.”
“Don’t worry yourself. I’m a quick learner.”
And so he was. Within fifteen minutes, he had mastered the jet-propelled dash, along with becoming adept with the twin blast cannons in an additional ten. He had apparently transferred his amazing marksmanship from his hand-held blasters to the monstrous guns over his shoulders. Wizard applauded his most recent trial of his new weaponry.
“Despite the fact that you almost took out the whole tree with those guns, you’re getting better. At this rate, Tank’s already dead.”
“I sure hope so. I’d like Tank to be gone sooner rather than later. Hey, where’s Firefox gotten to?”
Wizard looked around. Jack was right: Firefox was nowhere to be found in the large field.
As the purple-furred rabbit shrugged, they both heard a familiar voice from somewhere above them. “Did I miss much?”
Firefox landed lightly next to them, closely followed by Jazz, Spaz, Lori, Blaze, Splat, and two other rabbits, all carrying their airboards. Despite his name, Lt. Indigo had tawny fur, and was slightly taller than Jack, but shorter than Firefox. Splitter had neon green fur; that which was atop his head, spiked out wildly in all directions. He was only an inch taller than Spaz and Headcheese. In any case, the two newcomers brought the posse to numbering ten in total.
Jazz looked Jack over. “How’s your leg, Jack?”
“Better, thanks. Where’d you guys go?”
Lori answered on behalf of all three Jackrabbits. “My brothers and I headed back to Carrotus City to reload and power-up. By the looks of it, we’re going to need as much firepower as we can possibly get to fight Tank.”
“Good idea.”
Firefox spoke next. “The rest of us headed back to the Outpost, as we mentioned before, to pick up Indigo and Splitter. They were already set and raring to go, so it didn’t take long to get back out again. The only reason we took so long is because we couldn’t find you.”
“That’s OK. You ended up finding us anyway.”
“Yep.”
Blaze couldn’t help but notice the BIAS on Jack’s back, considering the large machine guns were still mounted over his shoulders. “Got some new weaponry while we were away, Jack?”
Jack grinned again. “I just consider it a ‘get-well’ present from a certain resident genius.”
At this, Wizard scratched idly at his long incisors, apparently lost for words. However, not two seconds later, his eyes bugged, and, reaching for one of his blasters with one hand, he pointed nervously over Jack’s shoulder with the other. “Uh… guys…?”
Jack saw the reflection in Wizard’s glasses. A yellow-scaled lizard was sneaking up behind him. Quickly Jack spun around and laid the unfortunate lizard low with a single shot.
Then his jaw dropped as he saw exactly what Wizard was pointing at. Dozens, even hundreds of lizards, similar to the one Jack had just shot out, were marching out of the tree cover at the edge of the field. The one Jack had just let daylight into was only an adventurous one who had broken off from the main group.
Firing madly into the massed ranks of the yellow lizards like the others, Jack shouted at the top of his lungs. “Retreat! Retreat and keep firing!”
Backing into the trees on the opposite side of the field, Jack kept the other rabbits under cover with his monstrous machine guns. Only when he was assured that they were all hidden safely behind large trees did he dive for cover himself. He turned to Lori.
“You said you loaded and powered-up in Carrotus City, right?”
“Yeah, why?”
Jack nodded to Firefox, and the Captain spoke calmly. “Switch your main weapon to RF rockets, and your secondary to flamers. We’re going to barrel straight through the lizards, burn a hole through them. On my mark, we go out there and fire as fast as we can…” But Firefox found himself talking to empty air. The Jackrabbits were already gone and burning holes, as he had put it.
“What about us?” asked Blaze hastily. “I mean, we don’t have rockets or flamers loaded in our guns.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” Wizard pulled off his pack, and rummaged about inside it for a few seconds until he found what he was looking for: a set of gun clips. Each clip had an insignia of a white arrowheaded laser on it. He flicked a clip out of the holder for each of the R.O.A.R. rabbits; however, as Jack reached to take one, Wizard’s hand stopped his own.
“You have enough firepower already, bud. Load one of these into that hulking machine –” he gestured to the BIAS “–and the whole thing will explode. It’s not meant to handle that kind of heat.”
Jack hesitated, then drew his hand away. “Then whose clip is that?”
“Mine.” A young female voice had said the word. Soon enough, the rabbit the voice belonged to appeared in the group.
It was Headcheese.
Jack cocked an eyebrow at his sister. “Then load it, and let’s get –”
He stopped, and looked his sister in the eye.
“You just spoke.”
Headcheese was unfazed. “I did.”
“You’ve never spoken before.”
“Right.”
“Because…?”
“Because you never gave me a blimpin’ chance to. Besides, I have spoken before.”
“Intelligibly?”
“Eh…”
Then Jazz’s voice rang out clearly. “If you all don’t mind, a little help would be greatly appreciated!”
“Aie!” The yelp was identifiably Spaz’s. “Like, now would be nice!”
“You heard ‘em.” Firefox was smiling devilishly. “Let’s out and roast us some cold-blooded cronies!”
He cocked his blastgun. No one dared to argue.
Jazz was fighting back-to-back with Spaz. They were holding their ground bravely around Lori, who was out cold from a vicious double-handed smash to the back of her head. Both brothers had run out of rockets and toasters, and were blasting away with any other weapons they had. But no matter how many lizards were roasted by the two valiant rabbits, more came to fill their place. The Jackrabbits were rapidly losing ground.
Just as Jazz and Spaz were about to fall to the crushing weight of numbers, a white beam of light cut through the ranks of lizards closest to Jazz, reducing them to embers. A similar laser ripped through those lizards only inches away from Spaz, and then Indigo was on his way in, charging, yelling, punching, whipping with the side of his blaster, and lashing out with his long legs. Before long, the Lieutenant stood beside the Jackrabbits.
“Nice weather, huh?” he laughed. “A veritable hailstorm of lizards!” He smacked another yellow reptile upside the head with the side of his blaster. Jazz nodded, and shot out yet another lizard as it leaped over its comrades’ heads to get at them.
Jack, Firefox, and Splat moved to cut off the seemingly infinite flow of the yellow lizards, leaving Splitter, Wizard, and Headcheese to attack the mad mob from the outside. With their supply of numbers blocked off, the lizard army soon began to dissipate. Apparently, the lizards realized this, as some of them tried to break off and flee. They were easily sniped off by Blaze.
After the last of the lizards were toasted, all of the rabbits excepting Jazz, Spaz, and Wizard fanned out to scour the surrounding forest for any renegade lizards or other potential enemies. The remaining trio crouched near the unconscious Lori.
Jazz was noticeably unnerved as he looked to Wizard. “Is she…?”
Wizard dropped to one knee, and placed two fingers against the side of Lori’s neck. He felt a strong, regular pulse. “Alive and well, despite the fact that she’s unconscious. That must have been one smart hit to lay a Jackrabbit flat.”
He stood up, scratching one of his long ears. “Do either of you have any freezer ammo left?”
Jazz had none, but Spaz had three left. Following Wizard’s instructions, he unloaded one shot from his blaster, and handed the small ice cube to Wizard. Slightly warming the ice in his hands, Wizard applied it to the small bump on the back of Lori’s skull, while Jazz coaxed his sister back to consciousness. She came around within a few seconds.
Jazz smiled. “Welcome back.”
Wizard stood, and offered a hand to help Lori up. She took his hand, and he pulled her upright. Other than her being slightly woozy, she was fine. “What happened?”
“You got laid out, is what happened,” Jazz replied. “One of the lizards got too close, and gave you a good shot to the back of your head. I shot him back.” He chuckled.
She frowned. “And I was dropped… just like that? By a single punch?”
“It was a pretty strong hit. No one could have stayed standing from something like that.”
“B…pfft. I’ll take your word for it.”
Just then, Wizard heard a faint ringing from his pack. He swung it off his back, opened it, and produced a small cell phone with a headset. Wizard positioned the headset on his head, then pushed a button on the phone. “Yeh?”
“Wizard of Odds?”
“That’s me.”
“This is Colonel Defalcon. Gather the others and get back to the Outpost as fast as you can. We’re being attacked!”


Sixth chapter, finished at camp. I spent at least 24 hours (not 24 hours straight, silly!) working on this up at camp. That's a lot longer than I usually work on chapters. Then again, I had to hand-write this one. (nooooo!)

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So, "Newbie" ...You know your way around too well and you use the lingo too fluently..I'm suspicious. ^_^

Anyway. to bring to your attention a comment of Defalcons', is this story in any way related to Jazz2?
Hm...does seem a little suspicious...

I am NOT 4I Falcon Duckeh, the names are quite different actually...you sure you're properly awake?

I want a part, lol. Check 'Everyone's Characters' thread for my updated profile.
Yuh, Ducky, haven't joined a story in a while. n.n
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More!

More! More! More! More!

MORE!!!!!

heh,

Oh, and if there's any room, I would like to be in the story! Check my post in everyone's characters.
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See above chapter for new stuff.

Well, I managed to accidentally leave it idle again, but this time only for a month. I needed some inspiration to get me going, and eventually I got some. Everything after "Welcome back." in Chapter 6 is new.

Chapter 7 is on its way, and it will be finished soon this time! Trust me on this one!
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I think I was...um..referrring to something you said, Defalc...I wouldn't confuse you with someone. But now that I look I don't think you said it at all. Prolly one of my weird days.

Duuude. Continue ^_^ Groovular tale.
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Well, like I said, Chapter 7 would be finished soon. And here it is, as promised.

Jeez, eight or nine months and I'm only up to chapter 7? What have I been doing with my life?! EH EH?!!

Anyway, here you go. Chapter 7 follows...


Chapter 7: Distraction to Retaliation

“Jack! Firefox! Everyone, get back here!” Wizard was screaming at the top of his lungs. In a few seconds, he had rallied the rest of them to him, including Indigo and Splitter. It was obvious how distraught he was.
Spaz was puzzled, worried, and confused. “So… what was that all about?”
Wizard turned to him. “That was one of the higher officers at R.O.A.R. That previous reptilian assault was just a diversion. They’ve changed targets. The Outpost is under attack!”
Jack’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What?! All that was just a distraction?”
“It was!” A booming voice rang out through the clearing. All the rabbits looked upwards, and there, looming above them, was Tank’s airborne battleship. The voice laughed.
“I suppose you know me. I am Buster Tank, the destroyer of your planet!”
“Getting a bit ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?” Jack said, under his breath. He continued to talk back in a normal tone. “So you’re Buster Tank, huh? Devan’s great soldier of doom? I’m willing to bet that was most of your army we just took to pieces, eh?”
“Those lizards that I threw at you? Did you really think I intended to stop you with them? They were WORTHLESS!”
“Yeah, and I’m sure if they were still alive, they’d thank you heartily for the compliment,” Jack added quietly.
“And now you have a choice. Save your precious Outpost… or save yourselves?”
Firefox shielded his eyes against the sun above, to focus on the airship. “What do you mean, save ourselves?”
The voice laughed again. “Exactly what you think I mean.”
Blaze’s ears, being the most finely tuned from being a spy, picked up the faintest whirr from above. But they all could see the gauss gun pointing towards them from the bottom of the airship. “Everyone out of the way! Duck and cover!”
Craters as wide as the fleeing rabbits were tall suddenly appeared in the ground where they had stood moments ago. Tank was still laughing as Jazz pointed his blaster at the hovering warship, and fired several times. Spaz had stumbled in his mad rush to find cover, and Jazz had intended to provide it. But all of his bullets were lost upon the thick armour of the flying battleship.
Suddenly, a red beam shot out of the bottom of the airship, and struck Spaz as he got up. The small red rabbit gasped, and his eyes were wide as the very space around him seemed to shimmer. He slowly began to glow brighter and brighter, then, with a flash, he disappeared.
“Looks like your little red friend didn’t have the sense in him to save himself. And now he’s mine. Unless, of course, you can stop me, which, if your tactics are any indication of your fighting skills, you obviously can’t.”
“No!” Jazz was about to run out from his cover, but Firefox held him back.
“Let me go! Spaz…! That monster took Spaz!” he screamed, thrashing against Firefox’s hold.
“Hold up, Jazz. If you were to go out there, you’d just be rabbit-napped as well. And then we’d have two lost Jackrabbits to worry about.”
But Jazz was not to be stopped that easily. He continued to batter at Firefox, even though the taller of the two was not about to let go. Finally, Firefox decided that there was nothing else for it. He raised his blaster, and was about to swing it downwards in a knockout smash to Jazz’s skull.
Then, for no apparent reason, Jazz stopped thrashing, and swatted at the side of his neck. “Aie! What was that? Something just stung me!”
Firefox looked to Wizard, and saw him wink back. The purple rabbit made a slapping motion to his own neck, then pointed to Jazz. Firefox caught on quickly.
“One second…” Jazz watched as Firefox moved his hand slowly towards the side of his neck. Then he pretended to swat the imaginary gnat biting Jazz. “Got it!”
Jazz turned around to see exactly what it was that he had “got,” but Firefox made a distasteful flicking motion, as if he had tossed the crushed gnat away. The red rabbit simply shrugged.
Jack held a quick discussion with Wizard, Blaze, Lori, and Indigo, then called the others over. “Obviously, we have two targets to deal with: the ship above our heads, and the R.O.A.R. Outpost that’s going to pieces as we speak. So, here’s what we do.
“Firefox, Wizard, Splat, Headcheese, and myself are going to go back to the Outpost to serve as outer defense. The Outpost has defenses already, but they’re not sufficient to stand up to an army even the size of what we just destroyed. We need to bolster our own defenses until we’re sure that the threat is gone.
“Splitter, Indigo, Blaze, Jazz, and Lori are going to head up to the flying battleship to get Spaz back. If nothing else, we can also try to get information about the satellite… that is, if it’s not more than a rumour. Then again, I thought Tank didn’t exist until now.”
“But I thought you had blueprints for the satellite?” Jazz interrupted.
“Well, Tank seems to be very fond of diversions. Those blueprints could very well have been fake. I’m not ready to trust any turtles of any kind on anything anymore. Anyway.”
He paused. “Wait a sec. How did you know about my having blueprints to the satellite?”
“Blaze told us when he found us at Carrotus Castle.”
“Oh?” Jack looked to Blaze, and the latter nodded significantly.
Jack continued. “So, everyone good with my plan? Any questions?”
“Yeah,” Lori managed to slide in sideways. “How are we going to get up to the airship? We don’t even have any airboards with us.”
“Don’t we?” With that, Jack nodded to Wizard, who instantly pulled five airboards from his pack. He handed one to each of the rabbits who were to take to the air. Lori and Jazz were both still awed by Wizard’s apparent ability to pull anything out of his pack.
As each of the sky-rabbits took, and mounted, their airboards, Jack whispered to Wizard, “So what was that ‘gnat’ Jazz got stung by?”
“A really small anti-hyperadrenaline dart. Jazz was getting a bit ballistic, so I slowed him down a bit.”
“Ah.”
Nothing was said for a few moments, and then Blaze spoke. “Good luck to you, Jack. Come back to us in one piece.”
“Same with you, Blaze. We need a dark, mysterious rabbit on our team, and you’re the only one we’ve got. Like our resident genius said, just don’t get dead, k?”
“Okies.”
With that, the two groups went their separate ways, with Jack leading the posse towards the besieged Outpost 12, and Jazz leading his airborne group to get his brother back.

Colonel Defalcon was pacing back and forth behind one of his base defense gunners. He was obviously extremely worried. He was second-in-command of the Outpost only to General Grath, and the mysterious General had disappeared recently. Which meant that now, he was the ranking officer at Outpost 12, and he had to do everything in his power to protect it. And the showers of NapalmPineapples from the HyperTanketyTankTanks below, coupled with the lightning blasts from the electrically charged turtle Shellshockers, didn’t help his plight.
Suddenly, he barked at the gunner. “Have those miscreants Jack Flash and Captain Firefox shown up yet?”
“Not yet, sir. But we just got word that their on their way.”
“They better be.”
Then, from out of nowhere, a rocket blasted one of the HyperTanketys to oblivion. The gunner called Defalcon back nervously. “Uh, sir?”
“What?”
Defalcon reached the window just in time to see Jack literally fly out of the distance and hurl himself, guns blazing, onto his opposition. Firefox, Wizard, Headcheese, and Splat weren’t far behind him, and they began tearing into the HyperTanketys and Shellshockers for all they were worth.
“Well, they were on their way, alright. Thank goodness they’re here.”
The gunner resumed firing his Concielian Cannon down at the hordes of Buster’s army, careful not to hit any of their new saviours. “Yes, sir.”
Meanwhile, the Shellshockers, being the only sentient beings there, had to turn their attention away from attacking the Outpost towards defending themselves against the new offence on the Outpost’s side. They were being bombarded from both sides now, and there was nowhere to run to. Yet some of the turtles broke off from the group and tried to run anyplace, just as long as they got away from certain death. They didn’t get far.
The HyperTanketys, on the other hand, were completely oblivious to the attackers at their rear. They continuously pounded away at the shaken Outpost, only to be completely destroyed by Jack and his cohorts. Firefox ended up grabbing a flying axle from out of the air and swinging about madly with it, putting good-sized dents in the HyperTanketys and completely destroying the ShellShockers, even though he got zapped a few times through their electro-charged hides.
After all of the turtles had either fallen or fled, and the HyperTanketys were reduced to smouldering embers, Jack, Firefox, Wizard, Headcheese, and Splat entered the R.O.A.R. Outpost.
It was a shambles. Everything was either scorched or simply completely destroyed. Countless rabbits lay dead on the floor. Jack and Firefox, being the two senior fighters of the group, recognized many of them almost immediately. Jack knelt beside his once dear friend Hauc, now lying burned and lifeless on the floor.
Even after all of his hard years of brutal warfare, even after innumerable victories and defeats, Jack Flash still knew how to weep for lost comrades.
But he did not weep.
He stood up, dry-eyed, and through grinding teeth, growled, “Buster Tank and all of his criminal scum will pay for this, I swear it on my life!”

Woo, melodramatic ending. Don't you just LOVE the suspense???
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Finally! An update!

Well, it's been a while, and it looks like this thread hasn't been getting much attention, but the story's slowly been coming along, as always. Here ya go, Chapter 8...

Chapter 8: Changing Hands

The red beam had taken Spaz straight up into the airship. He had been on all fours on the soft Carrotan ground, looking to Jazz pleadingly, with the expression on his face screaming “Help me!” Then everything turned a bright, shimmering red.
The next thing he knew, he was on his knees, on a small raised platform in a dark, metallic-looking room. As he lifted his head, he saw, standing in front of him on the slightly lower floor, the demonic Buster Tank, flanked by a few tough-looking turtles. The large turtle had an evil grin hovering about his lips, and his eyes were as cold as chips of ice, despite the fact that they burned red with almost primeval hatred for the helpless being on the platform. Buster jumped easily onto the raised dais, and glared downwards at the small red rabbit.
“You’ll do, you scrawny specimen of rabbit,” Buster laughed. Spaz searched frantically for his blaster, but he couldn’t find it anywhere on him. He looked to the sinister-looking, heavily muscled turtles behind Buster, and saw one of them twirling his beloved green blaster around his finger. The turtle noticed Spaz staring desperately at the spinning blaster, dropped it from his finger into his palm, and crushed it with his hand. Spaz gasped miserably.
Buster had been watching this act approvingly, and laughed mockingly at Spaz. Then, he reached down and picked Spaz up cruelly by the neck. Spaz resisted valiantly, but he couldn’t break Buster’s grip on his neck. He stopped struggling, and Buster snickered again at the sight of Spaz, dangling helplessly at arm’s length, making small, pitiful choking sounds. As Spaz hung there, his vision was slowly fading. Everything had almost turned black when Buster dropped him back onto the floor, just as cruelly as he had picked him up. Spaz coughed a few times as Buster muttered to his cohorts, “Take him to a cell.”
One of the tough turtles replied dumbly, “Uh, which one, sir?”
“Any one! I don’t care!”
“H’okay.”
Spaz was still gulping down air thankfully as the guards hefted him bodily and carried him to his cell. They threw him inside maliciously, and slammed the barred door before he could stand again. Spaz rushed to the bars, and cried out, “Let me out! Let me go!”
Realizing that no help was forthcoming, he hung his head in despair, thinking, This is it, this is how I’m going to die…

But there was indeed help on the way. Jazz had just blown a hole into the side of the airship; conveniently, right into the ship’s armoury. For some strange reason, the breach alarm hadn’t gone off yet, and Jazz thanked his luck so far. He, along with his companions, flew silently into the armoury, and left their airboards lying on the floor. They loaded up quickly, filling their respective guns with every type of ammo in the room.
Nodding silently to Blaze, Jazz kicked the armoury door open. It must have been a stronger kick than expected, as the door was ripped right off its hinges and flew off down the hallway. One of Buster’s crew didn’t even have time to react as the door hurtled into him. And yet, the guards still didn’t have the sense to pull the alarm.
Jazz emerged from the armoury, fully loaded and confident. Lori, Splitter, Blaze, and Indigo followed him. A sign was posted a short distance ahead, with an arrow pointing right at the rabbits, indicating the location of the armoury. Two other arrows pointed left and right, indicating “Aerodynamics” and…
“Cells!” Jazz said. “Spaz must be in one of the cell blocks! That’s where any criminal mastermind would keep their prisoners!”
Indigo looked puzzled. “Eh?”
“Because they’ve got too much on their mind – what with world domination and/or destruction on their hands – to know any better than to hide them somewhere else.”
Lori was amazed. “Jazz, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that much logic in two sentences. I’m astonished.”
“Is that an insult or a compliment?”
“Never mind.”
They walked slowly down a few metres of corridor towards the sign, and, satisfied that they weren’t being watched, they then took off at a dead run towards the cell blocks in which Spaz was being held captive…

One of Buster’s minions, his brother Slicer, was observing them on a television screen. “Heh. They think they’re not being watched, do they? Well, I’ll show them who’s what now.”
He rubbed his hands together like a naughty little child. “And what of the little scrawny rabbit, eh? Well, they’ll soon see each other… but not as they had ultimately hoped. Ho yes, Jazz Jackrabbit, this will be your last fleet-footed day on Carrotus, I’ll see to that…”
He pressed a button, and the great Jazz Jackrabbit fell.

Jazz’s mind had gone into hyperdrive, with a million thoughts flying through his head. He had been running a few steps in front of Lori, who was a few steps in front of Blaze. Then, abruptly, the floor disappeared from underneath his feet. He was falling, sliding through a narrow shaft, only a few inches wider than he was. He could hear Lori falling behind him, by the sound of her occasional “Oof!” as she bumped along the tunnel walls.
Then, just as abruptly as he began to fall, he hit the floor with a loud whump. He rubbed his sore rear as Lori fell out of the tube on top of him. Pinned to the ground by his own sister, and not even on purpose. This time, anyway.
“Lori, would you mind getting off of my head?”
“I’m not on your head.”
“Well, get off me anyway.”
“Yeah, fine.”
As Jazz got up and dusted himself off, he took stock of where they were. A room with iron walls and bars along one side, where they could see out, but not escape.
A jail cell.
As soon as those words passed through his mind, he jumped up, an excited smile on his face. “The cells! And we’re actually in one! How convenient of them!”
A voice crackled through on a speaker near their cell. It was Buster Tank. “Hahahahahaha! I finally have you exac—”
Lori cut the transmission off with a simple “Shut up.” and a shot from her blaster. Jazz was still smiling excitedly as the pieces of the destroyed speaker fell to the ground.
“And the idiots never thought to disarm us before putting us in a cell. Oh well, all the better for us!” He pointed his blaster towards the barred door, and blew the lock off of it. The door swung open with a slight creaking noise, as if it hadn’t been oiled too well.
Just as the door opened, Blaze, Indigo, and Splitter fell out of the pipe above them. Once again, Jazz was at the bottom of the pile of rabbits. He sighed in exasperation.
“OK, the weight of one rabbit is enough…” He glared at Lori, who simply shrugged. “Now would you four get off me?!”
They quickly hopped off, and Jazz stood up and dusted himself off again. Blaze was about to say something, when they heard an overly familiar voice.
“Jazz? Is that you?”
“Spaz?” Jazz was incredulous. Not only had Tank put them in the jail cells, right where they wanted to be… he had also placed them right next to who they wanted to find! Jazz slipped out from the open cell door, turned around – and there was Spaz, sitting alone in the cell next to the one he had just came out of. Spaz’s eyes brightened, and he rushed to the bars.
“Jazz! I knew you’d come find me!”
“What, you thought I’d leave you up here alone? Is that my style?”
“Well, no, but I was beginning to…”
Jazz cut him off. “…wonder what was taking me so long? We kinda had a bit of turbulence on the way up.”
Spaz raised an eyebrow. Then he understood what Jazz was getting across. “Ah. Where’s Lori?”
“Right here, bro!” By now, the others had left the cell that they had fallen into, and Lori was smiling as she presented herself.
Blaze went to work at the lock that held Spaz’s cell door closed. He had his ear up to the lock, listening for minute ticks as the tumblers in the lock moved about. Then Jazz pushed him away.
“There’s a far easier way to do that, Blaze,” he said, pointing his blaster at the lock. With one pull of the trigger, the lock was blown open, and the cell door swung away from the rest of the bars. Spaz rushed out, and, per usual, skidded and smacked headfirst into the opposite wall.
“Even in the face of evil, he still manages to run into things,” Indigo said, apparently amused by Spaz’s complete oblivion to what was happening around him as, yet again, he toppled over. He only lay flat for a second, however, as Jazz said, “Lie there like that, Spaz, and we’ll leave you here.”
The small red rabbit was up and off like a bullet. Lori glanced at Jazz. “You didn’t mean that, right?”
“What… that has to be… I can’t… no!” Jazz stammered. Lori rolled her eyes.
That was when the crew decided to pull the alarm. A loud, whining siren cut through the insides of the ship. Indigo was already ready to go.
“C’mon, before we’re found here! Let’s get moving already!”
They took off, bowling over several guards on their way to where they just were. They had to run as fast as possible to avoid being targets for more than a tenth of a second. With all the rush, it wasn’t a surprise that no one had noticed that Blaze wasn’t with them…

More suspense. I love suspense. Anyway. The next chapter is going back to checking on Jack Flash and the others, and how they're coping with, and fighting back against, Buster Tank's reign of terror...
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...One of the tough turtles replied dumbly, “Uh, which one, sir?”
“Any one! I don’t care!”
“H’okay.”...

...Nodding silently to Blaze, Jazz kicked the armoury door open. It must have been a stronger kick than expected, as the door was ripped right off its hinges and flew off down the hallway. One of Buster’s crew didn’t even have time to react as the door hurtled into him...

...Lori was amazed. “Jazz, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that much logic in two sentences. I’m astonished.”
“Is that an insult or a compliment?”...

...Pinned to the ground by his own sister, and not even on purpose. This time, anyway.
“Lori, would you mind getting off of my head?”
“I’m not on your head.”
“Well, get off me anyway.”...

...A voice crackled through on a speaker near their cell. It was Buster Tank. “Hahahahahaha! I finally have you exac—”
Lori cut the transmission off with a simple “Shut up.” and a shot from her blaster. Jazz was still smiling excitedly as the pieces of the destroyed speaker fell to the ground...

...Just as the door opened, Blaze, Indigo, and Splitter fell out of the pipe above them. Once again, Jazz was at the bottom of the pile of rabbits. He sighed in exasperation.
“OK, the weight of one rabbit is enough…” He glared at Lori, who simply shrugged. “Now would you four get off me?!”...

...Spaz rushed out, and, per usual, skidded and smacked headfirst into the opposite wall...
... I thought you said you were incapable of writing funny stories! You're confusing me...
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Quite.

Where did I say that? I'll show me a thing or two about funny stories! *punches himself*
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here it is, the next chapter. Chapter 9. The ninth chapter. Chapter of Nineness. The Niney-- *is shot*

Whatever.

Chapter 9: Serious Actions

Jack had disappeared into the remains of the R.O.A.R. Outpost quite a while ago, and Firefox was beginning to wonder where he went. He, Wizard, Splat, and the rest of their fellow soldiers had been holding a mass ceremony to commemorate the ones who died to the assault on the Outpost. But whenever Firefox looked around to try to spot Jack, the white, BIAS-carrying rabbit was nowhere to be found.
Firefox already knew where Jack would be found: on the top floor, blasting away at some target in his firing range. He wasn’t surprised that when he reached the top of the stairs, after forgoing the probably dangerous elevator, that loud, rapid bangs erupted from behind the stairway door. He opened it, and immediately wished he hadn’t.
There was Jack, blasting away madly at a hole-riddled target. He didn’t seem to care that he was slowly drilling a hole through the wall with his ammunition. Firefox didn’t even see him bat an eye when he entered. All he seemed to be focused on was utterly taking the target in front of him to pieces.
However, what Firefox saw Jack doing was completely different from what Jack pictured himself doing. Jack saw a particularly large turtle with a metal shell, surrounded by a red haze, laughing at him. Jack was firing hundreds of rounds at the impudent turtle, but none of them seemed to hit their target, despite Jack’s amazing marksmanship. This seemed to amuse the turtle further, and as the laughing continued, Jack howled in anger. He still hadn’t noticed that Firefox was watching.
When a hand descended onto his shoulder, it broke him out of his maddened trance, and, without thinking, he whirled around, his fist about to connect with the intruder’s face. Luckily, Firefox knew Jack’s instinctive attacks, and his open hand easily flew up beside his own face, quickly blocking Jack’s swift fist. Even though the block was only an inch from his face, Firefox didn’t flinch. But he was alarmed immediately by what he saw in Jack’s face.
Jack was breathing heavily, and he was sweating slightly. But that wasn’t what was scaring Firefox.
Jack’s eyes had changed, from their normal aqua-blue to a dangerous blood-red. Firefox had only seen Jack like this once before, when his sister Headcheese had come very close to death, and most of his troop had fallen, against one of Devan Shell’s cronies, a sinister, black-red-and-gold warbot. Jack had turned into a brutal killing machine, and completely destroyed everything around him. Firefox was wise enough to motion to the remainder of their troop to stay well back from the rampant rabbit, as Jack tore into Devan’s subordinate and its own underlings. By the time Jack was finished, the robotic minion was nothing but a heap of scrap metal on the ground, and the underlings were piles of dust around it. Jack finally collapsed onto the ground, and lapsed into unconsciousness.
And now it was happening again. Jack had gone into a mad rage, and he could – and would – destroy anything he needed to destroy to gain vengeance upon Buster Tank. Firefox backed off slightly, asking apprehensively, “Jack… are you OK?”
Jack’s right eye began to twitch, and he advanced one step towards Firefox. “OK? Hah! I’ve never felt better in my entire life!” he roared. Both of his BIAS’ jet boosters fired, propelling him into the air. Laughing madly, he hovered there for about two seconds, then he turned around and plowed through the hole he had put into the side of the building. Firefox ran to the now enlarged hole, and was only rewarded with the sight of Jack flying away at close to the speed of sound.
“Oh… crotch. This is very not good.”

Headcheese, Wizard, and Splat were listening to the touching conclusion of Colonel Defalcon’s eulogy for all those who had died in the onslaught upon Outpost 12, when Firefox came up behind them. “We have a problem.”
Wizard was the first to see him, in the reflection in his glasses. He turned around. “What is it?”
“Jack’s just left. He’s heading away at mach.”
“With the BIAS?”
“Yeah.”
“Wow. I didn’t think I engineered it that well.”
Firefox shot him a warning look, and Wizard hurriedly continued. “But I digress. Which way was he going?”
Firefox pointed out a general direction between south and east, and Wizard pulled out his pocket computer. He pressed a few buttons on the screen, then stared at it with disbelief stamped on his face.
Firefox was obviously vexed. “What is it?”
Wizard pointed to a specific part of the screen, where the tag %NEG was displayed. “That means the computer can’t find him. I’m willing to bet that Jack’s wearing my GPS signal scrambler. Nothing computerized can trace him at all. Which basically means we won’t be able to catch up to him.”
Wizard’s expression went from disbelief to a cross of shock and worry. “He’s putting his faith in himself to the test. The best we can do is hope that he comes back in one piece, let alone unharmed.”
“Nah, don’t worry about it. If I know Jack, then we’d best be worrying about what happens to Tank.” He pasted a grin on his face, as if he was totally confident in Jack’s skills, even in his unaforementioned berserk state. Which he wasn’t.
Wizard could tell. He flipped his computer back into his hand, and gave a long sigh.
Then, for no apparent reason, Headcheese turned around and bolted back towards the Outpost at top speed. Firefox blinked a few times, then shrugged and sped away after her.

Firefox had an extremely difficult time following Headcheese through the floors of the Outpost. One second, she was three floors up, retrieving something; but as soon as she was in Firefox’s field of vision, she disappeared again, and there was a loud BANGBANGBANG as she made her own way down to the basement by buttstomping the floor. Firefox had no choice but to follow her down the hole she made, or risk losing track of her.
However, the chase ended when Headcheese decided to move through rooms quickly by simply charging through the walls. Firefox made an attempt to follow her, but didn’t duck fast enough, and banged his head on the wall. He sat there for a moment, rubbing his forehead ruefully, wondering how Headcheese could possibly get the idea that she could just kick her way through a wall to get through rooms faster. Headcheese was obviously long gone by now, and he berated himself mentally for it. He stood up, still rubbing his forehead, and dropped through one of the various holes Headcheese had made to the main floor.
Wizard watched as Firefox emerged from the Outpost, shrugging as if nothing happened. “She’s small, but she’s really fast. She outmaneuvered me inside.”
“Where is she now?”
A moment later, they both heard a small bursting sound, and Firefox turned around in time to abruptly dodge to one side as Headcheese flew by, full speed, on an airboard. “Hoi! How about right there?”
Wizard had also hastily dodged the flying rabbit, but had stumbled backwards and tripped over a tree root. He sat up hurriedly, and pointed in the general direction that Headcheese had flown away in. “Quickly! Follow her!”
But Wizard found himself talking to thin air. Firefox had already left as Wizard was falling over the tree root. Wizard quickly took off his backpack, and dug into it, searching for… something… something fast.

Firefox caught sight of Headcheese, quite a distance from where she had passed him and Wizard, and he augmented his speed so that he could catch up. They were already moving at upwards of 50 km/h, so Firefox had to put all his effort into his speed boost. He slowly closed in on Headcheese, and was about to come up beside her, when she put on an extraordinary turn of speed, and zoomed away again. Firefox struggled a while longer to keep up with Headcheese, then finally slowed to a halt.
Firefox then proceeded to come dangerously close to jumping out of his own skin as a slick, metallic-blue, futuristic-looking motorbike skidded to a stop next to him. A panel on the top opened, and Wizard spoke two words. “Get in.”
Firefox hopped into the seat behind Wizard, and the panel closed again. “Nice wheels. Please tell me you didn’t pull this out of your magic backpack.”
“What would you say if I told you I did?” Wizard asked with a grin, as the superbike accelerated rapidly.
“I’d say your scientific genius doesn’t run that far.”
“Well then, you’re probably right. There was nothing in my backpack that would allow me to catch up to you as fast as I did, so I had to head back into R.O.A.R.’s vehicle hangar. I decided on this one. Functional, fast, and also a high ranking in the aesthetics department. Plus, blue is a nice colour.” He chuckled to himself.
“Well, let’s hope your little toy does the trick, Wizard, ‘cause I’m trusting you to help me get to the bottom of whatever’s going on with Jack and Headcheese.”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m the resident genius, remember?”
“Only because you won’t let me forget. Now then, onward, and don’t hit anything!”
Metal rubber alloy tore the soft ground apart as the superbike, with its two lepine passengers, roared away at top speed.

YEE, this is one of my spooniest chapters yet. And considering spoony has no definition as of yet... therefore, it be good.

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Yeehee, here's the next installment of Enter: Jack Flash. I did most of this chapter at school on my Palm (yay! ^_^) during my boring physics class (blah! ~_~). So, read on, and enjoy.

Acid's finally in! Woowoo! *dances*

Chapter 10: Jailbreak

Luckily, Spaz hadn’t gotten far after he dashed off from Jazz and the others. Two of Tank’s tough turtle guards had seen him, stopped him in his tracks, and grabbed him by the arms, and were bringing him back to his cell when Jazz and Lori turned the corner and ran smack into the turtles. They all fell backwards, but the turtles were at a loss a second later, struggling to get up off of their shells. Indigo and Splitter quickly dispatched them with a few shots each.
Jazz hauled Lori upright, and they continued onward again at the same rapid pace. Spaz made sure to stay a little behind his brother and sister, to make sure he didn’t get lost, or get the rest of them lost by following him. Unfortunately, even without Spaz’s mad dashing throughout the airship’s myriad of hallways, the group did come to dead ends, and had to fight off Tank’s goons on their tail as they doubled back.
Amazingly, it was Spaz who pointed out the sign with the word “Armoury” written on it, and an arrow indicating the right direction. They took off in that direction, and it wasn’t long before they were back in the armoury. They immediately picked up their airboards and kicked off, zooming to the ground below.
It wasn’t until several hundred feet later that Lori said, “Where’s Blaze?”
Jazz was nonplussed. “He was right behind us! Where could he have gotten to?”
Then he noticed what Spaz had with him. “Oh no!”
It was Spaz’s turn to be confused. “What? What is it? What did I do?”
“You’re using Blaze’s airboard! We left Blaze back in the airship!”
They touched down on ground, then made an attempt to turn around and go back up again. However, the airboards wouldn’t cooperate. They simply flickered a few times, then sputtered, and finally, the boosters went completely dark. Jazz was spastic, Lori was beside herself, and Spaz was simply befuddled.
“We’re out of fuel! We can’t go back up!”
“Then how are we going to get Blaze back?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know! You come up with something!”
“Guys, shut up for a sec!” Indigo’s brusque remark came at the perfect time, and did what it was supposed to do. Both Jackrabbits lapsed into silence.
“Listen. I’ve learned a lot from Jack Flash, even though this is my first mission with him. We’ve got to keep a level head when something like this hits. What I suggest we all do now is head back to somewhere where we can refuel and reload. We’re doing no good standing about here.”
“He’s right,” Splitter added.” We’re not going back up to the airship with no fuel, so we might as well live with it, and head back to refuel somewhere nearby. That way, we won’t be wasting any time to get back up there to find Blaze. Agreed?”
Before anyone could reply, he answered his own question. “Agreed. Let’s go.”
He was about to bolt from the landing zone when Indigo put a hand on his shoulder. “Splitter…”
“What?”
“You’re looking for the nearest place to refuel, right?” Indigo cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, why?”
Indigo pointed a thumb over his shoulder, indicating the opposite direction. “Well, Aevias is that way.”
Splitter chuckled half-heartedly, then mumbled, “Right. That way.” Then he took off in the specified direction.
As they wound up to go, Lori mentioned to Jazz, “Gee, doesn’t that make you feel a certain sense of déj(-) vu?”
“Shut up.”

When the Jackrabbits, along with Indigo and Splitter, had made a run for it from the prison cells aboard Buster Tank’s airship, Blaze had escaped in the exact opposite direction, down the long hallway. It had occurred to him that may be other prisoners on the airship, and he had always felt it necessary to save as many lives as possible whenever possible. This was no exception.
Running down the hall, he hurriedly looked into each cell for any signs of life. Blaze decided that Tank apparently was not very good at taking prisoners, owing to the large amount of empty cells.
Suddenly, something whizzed by that was definitely not an empty cell. Blaze stopped, backtracked a few steps, and there, sitting alone in the cell, was a green rabbit. The captive rabbit had not yet seen Blaze, thanks to his obsidian fur. Blaze inched closer to the cell, to try to identify the prisoner. He bonked his head on the bars, which was completely atypical to his extreme care to not be noticed, as he edged forward. The rabbit looked up to the small sound.
“Blaze?” the rabbit exclaimed, temporarily forgetting himself. He instantly clapped a hand over his own mouth, as if he had said something that he shouldn’t have.
“Acid?” Blaze recognized the imprisoned rabbit immediately. “How’d you get here?”
Removing his hand from his mouth, Acid muttered, “I honestly don’t know. I was doing a few field tests on some of my newest work, then all of a sudden everything turns red, I’m knocked unconscious, I wake up, and I’m in jail. What are you doing here?”
“Helping rescue Jazz’s brother.”
“Jazz? As in Jazz Jackrabbit?”
“Do you know any other rabbits by the name of Jazz?”
“Well, no…” Acid admitted, as Blaze went to work on the lock.
As Blaze went for his lock picking tools, he heard Jazz’s voice in the back of his mind. The voice said, “There’s a far easier way to do that, Blaze.” The black rabbit pondered this momentarily, then left his lockpicks alone, reaching for his trusty silenced Dhareinger instead. He raised the weapon, and pointed it steadily at the lock on the cell door. With a single pull of the trigger, he put a hole through the lock, and it was no difficult task to simply pull open the lock.
As Acid exited the cell, he felt compelled to ask one more question. “So, how did you get in here, sir saviour?”
“Blew a hole in the armoury wall and flew in.”
Acid was slightly taken aback. “An armoury? In a jail building? What would that be good for, considering Carrotus has automated security for its prisons?
Here, Blaze began to look uneasy. “Because this is not a Carrotan prison. We’re in the cellblocks of an enemy airship, miles above Carrotus’ surface. Buster Tank put you here.”
Acid was totally stunned, but he quickly recomposed himself. “An airship. That’s like cheating.”
Then something crossed his mind. “Hey, while you were in the armoury, did you happen to notice a rocket launcher? A red one?”
Blaze thought back to the armoury, but he couldn’t remember seeing a rocket launcher fitting Acid’s description, even a description as simple as “red.” “No, not that I can recall. Why don’t we just go check?”
“Not a bad idea.”
As they left the general area, a lizard poked its reptilian head at the door, and, satisfied that they didn’t know it was there, slithered out and began creeping up on them. Unfortunately for the lizard, Blaze saw its reflection in the insides of his shades. The last thing Blaze liked to see is a backstabber, even an enemy backstabber.
The last thing the lizard saw was a black gun appearing over the black rabbit’s shoulder, and firing once.
Just once.
Blaze didn’t even turn around as the lizard fell to the floor.

After searching the rest of the cell block, without finding any other prisoners, Blaze and Acid were much more careful in making their way back to the armoury than Jazz’s group was. Although they had to face off against a few squads of turtle guards along the way, they generally did a better job at keeping themselves hidden. Blaze had donated his silenced blaster to Acid for the time being, so that Acid wouldn’t be weaponless. After all, Blaze could simply use his amazing disappearing act to sneak around or up on enemies, so he didn’t really need his gun.
It wasn’t long before they found the kicked-off door from the armoury, and not far from that, the doorless armoury itself. Acid headed in, and almost immediately spotted his prized red rocket launcher. Blaze wasn’t long in following Acid into the armoury, and as he did, he read the small inscription along the side of Acid’s massive weapon, and made a wild guess as to what it meant.
“RaCO. Radium hypocarbonite?”
“Yep. Radium hypocarbonite fusion rocket launcher. My most trusted and faithful weapon to date. The ammunition has a splash effect equivalent to that of a small nuclear bomb.” He smiled proudly, handing the small black blaster back to Blaze. The spy rabbit suddenly felt inadequate as he reclaimed his weapon.
Just then, more of Tank’s airship guards, now armed, appeared down the hallway in front of the armoury. Blaze dove towards a corner of the open doorway, and Acid dodged to the side wall, narrowly missing three blaster shots flying past him. As Blaze peeked out from the doorway, grimly sniped off a few of the approaching guards, then ducked back again, Acid quickly checked the contents of his newly found rocket launcher. Satisfied by what he saw, he propped his weapon onto his shoulder, sprang out into the open, and aimed at the oncoming targets.
Blaze suddenly realized what was happening. He only had time to yell, “Acid! No!” as the rabbit in question pulled the trigger.
The blast from the rocket, while completely vaporizing the armed guards, propelled Blaze and Acid out of the hole in the hull around the armoury, and into the air outside. Once outside, they quickly began to plummet to the ground far below…

Heh, this is one of my favourite chapters. I'm getting the feeling that that "It's that way." joke is going to turn into a running gag...

Ah well. I just hope I didn't miss much in physics...
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*is speechless*

This is a GREAT story! Even if you had someone different, it would suck still be great!!!

You used my character very well!

I'M IN A STORY!!!

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...Blaze thought back to the armoury, but he couldn’t remember seeing a rocket launcher fitting Blaze’s description, even a description as simple as “red.” “No, not that I can recall. Why don’t we just go check?”...
Notice anything about the two marked names?

It's okay, I was just pointing it out. Nobody's perfect. I have millions of typos in my story probably...
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Nice catch there, Acid. Fixed that, thanks.

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Chapter 11: The Fall of the Shellnaught

On the way to Aevias, the Jackrabbits were forced to run slightly slower than usual, to allow Lt. Indigo and Splitter to keep up. However, even at their slightly decreased speed, they reached Aevias’ Ground Point, a single, small building, in a moderately short time.
Jazz looked up. There, hovering above them, was the majestic floating city Aevias. From below, it looked like a round, dark grey disk, striped around the sides and through the center by black anti-grav strips. From the side, it would look like a large platform, with hundreds of buildings resting on top. There was also an invisible air shield surrounding the city, to keep its residents unaffected by the low-pressure air around the city. Aevias rivaled two other cities in size; namely, Carrotus City and the Myriad Metropolis. However, anyone who had never seen Aevias before would swear that it was the largest city on the planet. Or rather, off the planet.
Jazz pondered this as he followed the others into the small building that was the Ground Point. Inside was a single room, and at the center of the room was a large teleportal, shimmering with light. Jazz had seen the portal before, but it never ceased to amaze him. Numerous control panels ringed the outside of the room, but the rabbits didn’t bother with them; they weren’t teleporting anything out of the ordinary up to the city. Nevertheless, Jazz watched Spaz, then Splitter, run full speed into the portal, leaving ripples in the iridescent surface. As he followed suit, charging into the portal, he felt the signature pull on his center of gravity as he blinked out of existence…

Jazz reappeared on all fours in a larger room. The faint hum from below indicated that he had indeed reached Aevias, and was listening to the anti-gravity generators beneath him. As he stood up and dusted himself off, he noticed Spaz watching Splitter rummaging through some filing cabinets on the other side of the room. He was about to say something, when Lori fell out of the teleportal, right on top of him.
Jazz was not impressed. “Das-blammit, Lori, would you stop doing that?!”
“Um… oops?” Lori grinned awkwardly. Spaz tried as hard as he could to keep from laughing, and was about to pop when Splitter pulled a small device out of the filing cabinet, and held it up triumphantly.
Spaz was first to ask what it was. “What is it?”
Lori hopped off of her brother, and Jazz stood up, only to be flattened again as Indigo chose that exact moment to come through the portal. Jazz simply lay on the ground, shaking his head resignedly.
Spaz repeated his question. “So what is it?”
“This is an input/output carrier signal disruptor. Used to pinpoint anyone’s exact location on the planet.”
At this point, Jazz, still pinned under Indigo, brightened up. “Ooo, like the one they used in the Matrix?”
“Yes, except this one’s hardware, not software,” Splitter replied, as he pressed a few keys on the device. He stared at the results in awe.
“I don’t believe it. She’s still here.”
“Who is? Who’s still here?”
But Splitter had already left, running at top speed, chunnering away to himself. Spaz glanced at Indigo, then tore away after Splitter. Jazz was immediately up on his feet, and he and Lori were gone before Indigo even hit the floor. Which left the Lieutenant sitting on the floor, scratching his head blankly.

Elsewhere, Jack was flying as fast as his BIAS could, and had been doing so for the last half hour. He was heading towards Tank’s battleship, or where it was before, and he was intent on taking the imposing juggernaut out of the sky for good.
Meanwhile, Blaze and Acid were in freefall after being blown out of the side of the airship, and were falling dangerously rapidly toward the ground.
There seemed to be a red haze around Jack’s airborne self, and his peripheral vision was clouded in redness. It took him a few seconds to notice the pair of falling bodies before and below him.
As soon as he did, his mission changed. Instead of continuing towards the airship, he dove downwards to the two falling rabbits. He didn’t notice it, but the red haze around his field of vision had disappeared.
At first, Blaze had seen a fiery streak crossing the sky above, and had mistaken it for a guided missile, headed for the airship. However, when the fiery streak turned in his and Acid’s direction, Blaze knew there was something very wrong. He instantly did the first and only thing he could think to do.
He opened fire.
Luckily, Jack’s outstanding skill with his BIAS paid off. Also, fortunately for Jack, Blaze had lost his shades, and the black rabbit’s gold-coloured eyes were having mild difficulty adjusting to the flare from the BIAS’s boosters against the dark dusk sky. Jack rapidly dodged side to side, avoiding Blaze’s blaster shots. As he got closer, Blaze recognized his target, and would have kicked himself for shooting at his own comrade had he not been in a more precarious situation.
Jack flew into a steep drop alongside Blaze, and released the BIAS’s boosters. They were now face-to-face, upside-down, and falling fast. Jack’s blue eyes seemed to bore deep into Blaze, and the spy rabbit couldn’t tear his gaze away.
Suddenly, after staring Blaze in the eye for a while, Jack broke into a fit of laughter. Blaze looked at Jack strangely, and when the latter’s mirth generally subsided, asked, “What’s so funny?”
Still smiling, as if it were some private joke, Jack admitted, “I don’t know. What I do know is that if you and that other rabbit don’t get out of this freefall soon, you’ll be rabbit pancakes. So…”
He spun around, so that he was still upside down, but facing away from Blaze. “Grab on.”
Blaze did obediently as he was told, holding on tight to Jack’s shoulders, and was immediately rewarded with not falling off as Jack gunned the jets and flew over towards Acid.
The green rabbit was flipping backwards as he fell through the air, and he was still unconscious from the blast of his own missile. Jack had to time his approach just right, or risk accidentally getting Acid’s foot in his face. All at once, he slowed down for a moment, then sped up again to perfect his timing.
The speed drop worked perfectly, and Jack was able to grab Acid’s limp form by the wrists. Once he had a good grip on Acid’s wrists, he reverted himself in a quick forward roll. As Jack slowed their descent, there was a resounding boom overhead. Jack and Blaze looked upwards simultaneously, and watched as Tank’s airship tipped forward, a spiral of smoke trailing from its tail end. An enormous explosion rocked the airship, and Jack smiled, red eyes gleaming, as it completely lost its stern end.
Suddenly, a bright white beam shot out of the top of what remained of the airship. The beam shot away into space, almost directly above the airborne rabbits. A few seconds later, the beam faded from view, and as it did, the remainder of the great Shellnaught exploded in a gigantic fireball.
Jack, Blaze, and Acid landed amid a cloud of dust. Jack peered up into the sky, and said calmly, “Well, that takes care of that.”

From her high-speed airboard, Headcheese had seen the bright flare streaking across the sky, turning, going out, and returning again, but going much slower. She had also seen the Shellnaught lose its back half, and then emit the bright beam into space. Then the final, gargantuan explosion ripped through the dark sky. Headcheese had to shield her eyes, and as she did, she lost control of her airboard. The unsteady airboard wobbled back and forth behind her, propelling her side-to-side crazily. She knew a crash at that speed would be fatal.
If it wasn’t one thing, it was another thing popping up in front of her, and she had to frantically waver sideways to avoid smashing head on into one of the things while just as frantically try as best she could to slow down. It wasn’t working.
Finally, the nose of her airboard hit a rock. While the airboard stopped, Headcheese didn’t, and she dove forward, now completely unable to stop herself from crashing into anything. She shut her eyes, and braced for impact with something… anything
Surprisingly, the impact wasn’t as lethal as she had thought it to be. While her obstacle wasn’t the softest thing around, it was definitely enough to stop her without killing her. In fact, she felt it give almost before she had made full contact with it. When she stopped, and opened her eyes, one saw white fur, and the other saw night sky.
“Um… Headcheese…?”
Headcheese looked up. There, above her, was her brother’s face, staring back down at her. It took her a second to realize that she was sitting on top of Jack. She scrambled off of him, and he stood up and brushed himself off. Blaze was sitting nearby, chuckling. Amazingly, Acid was still out cold.
Just then, Wizard and Firefox skidded to a halt nearby in the blue superbike. The top panel slid open, and Firefox hopped out. He turned around, and yelled back into it, “I still think it’s fort-ay!”
He turned back, and, noticing Headcheese, simply said to Jack, “Heya. I guess she found you before we did.”
“Guess so. I kinda noticed when she crashed into me.” Jack smiled, rubbing his midriff ruefully.
There was a short silence, then Firefox continued. “Well, I see that you’ve taken care of the airship well enough…”
“That was Acid,” Blaze said. “Not intentional, but it worked.” He smiled.
“Acid?” Wizard's head poked out from the open top of the bike. “As in the Acid that this belongs to?”
As soon as Wizard produced the rocket launcher from the bike, Acid was on his feet, and he reclaimed it at about the speed of sound. Firefox was lost for words as Acid hugged his weapon like a child who had just found his favourite toy.
“Okay…”

Got me upgraded computer! Woowoo!

Best of all... JJ2 runs at 70FPS! YAAAAAAAAAAA! *trips and falls down the stairs*
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You wouldn't believe how much editing was required to get that chapter under 10000 characters. It started out at 10300-something, and it was verra hard to get rid of certain stuff. Y'know, like descriptors.

I've got way too many words ending with "ly" in my story.

BTW, just so ya know, my updated Chapter 11 post is exactly 10000 characters long. ^_^

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I find it hard to believe this is still only on 1 page... My story only has 10 chapters and is spread out across 4 pages!

Anyways, great story! Do continue...

BTW, you doing any work on system of turbulence?
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Yeah, some... I've just been so hung up with E:JF and school that I haven't done much with it lately...

...but it IS progressing! Slowly, but it IS!

Why do you ask?
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Just curious, and there is a certain part you said you would include...

BTW, is this the last chapter, close to the last chapter, or is there going to be a major plot twist?
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I'm about at the halfway point in the story. I'm also adding yet another character in chapter 12. I'll give you a clue: it's the one we all know and love, and it's not the local censorhorse. Sorry, Derby.

Yes, acid, I've included you and your coffee maker in Chapter 2 of SoT. No need to worry.

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Palm's being an idiot. >.<

Well, my Palm's Documents To Go is being, frankly, retarded. It's not letting me transfer my stories from desktop to Palm, or vice versa.

What does this mean? It means that there might not be any new chapters of E:JF, or SoT, for quite a while.

I'm trying to work my way around the problem (namely, by uninstalling and reinstalling Documents to Go), so I'll have my newest chapters up on the JCF ASAP. I might even have them up before I fix my Palm, as I can just work on them at home... but for the time being, the stories will have to wait.

Sorry.

Edit: I claim the second page.
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