"Iago...so he's now a commander...he's done well for himself" FlopEar paws through the printouts and looks at one at random:
>Iago the Impatient had threatened: >>[glare] You just wait until you leave that precious little NoCo, buddy. >>If you think that your trip up to NoCo was rough (remember the water-on- >>the-road trick? I do. You killed and maimed a total of 12 of my best >>officers! [hackles raise] .:( ), just wait for the ride back!! >> >>hehhehheh...... >>-Iago the Impatient when it comes to the death of my officers....
(approvalfluff) That's telling him, FlopEar thought to himself...12 buns! My Eugene, you've become blood thirsty since becoming human, uh.
[skim, skim, skim]
>Funny, a good friend of mine showed me the scalp of the bun-in-charge >of that operation.
[skim, skim, skim...brag about how he killed the buns]
>I was shown the scalp of the leader soon after the battle by a Micmac >Native American friend of mine >Eugene "Moxie Man" Pomerleau
(shiverfluff) Scalped?! Micmac? "GREAT FRITH!!!!" (pushes intercom button) "COMM TECH!!!!" (angerflufftwitch)
Tech rushes in. (scaredoutofhishidetwitch) "Yyyyeeesss sir."
"I want you to immediately scan our data banks on all information we have on the Micmac Indian Nation. I want to see _ALL_ of it, no matter how trivial."
"Yes, sir." The comm tech left.
"I can't place where, but I know I read a legend about those red humans somewhere once...a great omen for bunnykind if where to come true." FlopEar thought to himself.
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Ghost from the past... 1
At Namakata Labs deep in the Northern Maine woods....
FlopEar was at his desk, when the comm tech knocked on his door. "Come!"
The comm tech hopped in. (submissivefluff) "More postings by Aldin and Eugene Pomerleau, sir. I also have a few of the legends of the Micmac Indian tribe as you requested, sir."
(itsabouttimestomp) "Good, leave them and then you are dismissed."
(attentionfluff) "Thank you, sir." The comm tech did as he was told.
FlopEar looked to the Indian legends first. They told of a great battle some 450 years earlier in which the Micmac, Abenaki, and Norridgewock tribes united in a "heroic" battle against the "demons which hop" (sounds like us, devilbunnies, FlopEar thought to himself). The Indians were greatly out-numbered and were loosing the battle. But, one of their great medicine men, known as Witawematpanni (how in the frith do they pronounce these names!), discovered an herbal medicine which utterly destroyed these fluffy demons and won the battle. The "demons which hop", or moskimus as they were called, were annilalated, but Witawematpanni also had "foresight". (Right, he could see into the future.) He foresaw that the demons would rise-up again one day after 23 full-generations of Micmac pass. But the Micmac would again be triumphant battle. "A leader shall arise who's blood would not be pure-Micmac, but a mixture of Micmac, white man, and anicus and he shall be aided by the great spirit who has aided us on this day. This leader shall lead Micmac once again to victory. This leader's name shall be the same as the name I, Witawematpanni, give this herbal medicine that defeated the moskimus this day so that future generations do not forget its poisonous effects on the "demons which hop". That name is Moski."
Great Frith! FlopEar thought to himself. He hit the pager button on his desk. "COMM TECH!!!!" The comm tech ran in. "I need you to get a couple of words translated for me from Micmac to human English or devilbunny, whatever it takes. Those words are: Moskkkkk...I'm not going to try to pronounce them." He wrote down 'moskimus' and 'anicus' on a sheet of paper and handed it to the tech. "Here, get these translated." The comm tech rushed out. FlopEar then turned to the latest by Aldin/Eugene.
Ah, he thought to himself, Iago is still at it...
A>....as for Cuteness...I use to be for Cuteness, but A>FlopEar took all my CUTENESS from me when he changed me into a human.
You bet I did. You were too cute. I couldn't maintain the control I wanted with you around.
[skim]
(long pause from Iago's end)
A>Oh, so I hit a soft spot, Iago? Didn't you know? FlopEar experimented on more A>than just squirrels--he also experimented on devilbunnies he had "disagreements [snip]
"WHAT!!!!!" (STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!)
[more accusations deleted] I> I find this information unbelievable. You fabricated it to ruse I>me or to rub salt in my wounds. A> I did not fabricate it! While they were torturing me (they called it A>'experimenting'), during those two months, I witnessed three devilbunnies [skim] A>Bunderbolt at Namakata, [skim] A>'LT Bunderbolt' from your warren. This could be the same bun? Why not ask A>him if all else fails?
"Damn!!!!" (STOMP!STOMP!) FlopEar throws the printout on the floor in a rage. "COMM TECH! Tell Cottontail and Doublewiskers, that I want to see them in my office pronto! (deviousfluff) I have a mission for them."
(over the speaker) "Yes, sir!"
(quietly to himself) "Well, Tailless, you just signed your death warrant. I don't need LonGears snooping around here again. Damn, (STOMP!) I should have known better than to let Bunderbolt transfer out. He didn't know much, but it caused the first round of trouble with LonGears. Better yet, Tailless, I'll give you another tour of my improved lab facilities (deviousfluff). Yes, and you shall get an extended stay as a 'guest' of Namakata Labs." FlopEar started to write down his plans while waiting for Cottontail and Doublewiskers to show-up.
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Ghost from the past... 2
At Namakata Labs deep in the Northern Maine woods.... [in the last installment...] > (quietly to himself) "Well, Tailless, you just signed your death warrant. >I don't need LonGears snooping around here again. Damn, (STOMP!) I should >have known better than to let Bunderbolt transfer out. He didn't know much, >but it caused the first round of trouble with LonGears and I have had to hide >my operation since. Better yet, Tailless, I'll give you another tour of our >improved lab facilities (deviousfluff). Yes, and you shall get an extended >stay as a 'guest' of Namakata Labs." FlopEar started to write down his plans >while waiting for Cottontail and Doublewiskers to show-up for their orders. >(scene fades)
[and now we continue....]
The Comm Tech opened FlopEar's office door.
"Come." (authoritivefluff)
"Sir, I've got those words translated. The first, mau-skI-mus, means rabbit and the other, an-i-cus means squirrel, sir. Also, Cottontail and Doublewiskers are here and waiting to see you as you requested, FlopEar, sir." (attentionfluff)
"Thank you, comm tech, show them in."
Two rather burly (for rabbits) devilbunnies came into the office and saluted their commander.
"Sit down," FlopEar jestured to a couple of seats. "We have a problem." (angerfluff)
(nerviousfluff) "What did we do? We've been keeping this place clean and in order as you requested?" they inquired.
"SILENCE!!! (STOMP!) Let me finish. Seven years ago, I sent you two on a mission. A mission you too messed-up on. I've kept you too around only because I knew that someday, Tailless would pop-up (The other two buns gringed at the word 'pop') again, and you two would have a chance to redeem yourselves. (STOMP!) If you two had followed orders rather than getting drunk on that cheap human liquor, we could have kept track of Tailless all these years. But, no, you got drunk and thus failed to capture Tailless long enough to replace the batteries in the tracking device we had planted in him before his release in human society." FlopEar paused. "Well?"
"You mean you have found him?" (scaredandnervousfluff) Cottontail asked.
"Found him???!!! He's not only announced who he is, he has apparently regained his squirrel memories and has started sending messages on Usenet to Iago and LonGears (STOMP!) about what we did back then! He has to be silenced before LonGears can be convinced to reopen the investigation. I've worked to hard (STOMP!) in convincing everybun that this facility was destroyed so that we could work on Project A.B. without the interference of this Omega Treaty (sourfluff). Damn it! We're to close to completion. I want you two to go get Tailless." FlopEar paused again to catch his breath.
"You want us to kill him, boss?" Doublewiskers asked rubbing his paws (fluff,funfluff).
FlopEar took another breath. "Only if you have too. I would (deviousfluff) prefer him alive....I have a few new experiments (rubs paws) I would like his 'expert' opinion on."
"You mean you're going to offer him his old job back?" (confusedfluff) Cottontail was not a very bright bunny.
"No! You idiot! (STOMP!) I intend to make him my personal test subject as before! We're going to need some fresh 'meat' after all with Project A.B. and since the humans relocated this portion of the Appalachian Trail five years ago, human subjects are hard to come by. I want you two to report to the experimental armory. You will be outfitted both with standard bunarmor (tm) and that new experimental nanite-free morpharmor we need to test. You will also have your choice of standard bun equipment and weapons and a few experimental ones. You will each receive a suicide HVE pill.
After you are equipped, you shall proceed to Joe's Corner General Store in Brownfield Jct. As you know, Joe is a bun symp and can provide you with false human ID's, plane tickets, and the cash necessary for this mission. He will know you are coming. Be very cautious until you are out of Maine...this area has become very anti-bun. We are the only organized warren left in the state and no bun outside of the state knows we are here. The current governor is a known Fudd symp and two out of the three candidates in the upcoming elections are known Fudd symps. The governor just signed a newbill making it open season year round on rabbits. If you are spotted in rabbit form within the state boarders, you will most likely be shot on site." FlopEar let that sink in and then continued.
"According to the posts we have received, (hands copies to each of the two buns) Eugene Pomerleau/Aldin Busheytail is attending graduate school in Lubbock, Texas. That's the territory of my nephew, Iago. Approach him only if you have no choice. Namakata must remain secret! If you must reveal who sent you, only do so to him and nobunelse! If you are captured and sent to General LonGears, kill yourselves. If LonGears finds-out we are still around, Project A.B. will be jeopardy. The project must be completed if we ever want to fully eliminate the human threat to Gaia. Any questions?"
The two buns thought for a moment. Doublewiskers spoke up, "Sir, if we do encounter your nephew and he asks about you, what do you want us to tell him."
"Tell him little other than I sent you two. If he does not believe that, hand him this disk. It will explain everything and then self-destruct." FlopEar pawed a disk toward Doublewiskers.
"What about Eugene, what can we expect from him?" (inquirefluff)
"He's had contact with the Fudd at NoCo, but has spent too little time there to train seriously. On the way to NoCo, Iago had set a trap for him. Twelve of his best officers and at least seven other buns died, while Eugene escaped unharmed. He is using a liquid weapon called, Moxie. (droopear) It is a soft drink, no less, that has been available here in Maine for at least the past hundred years. According to reports from Iago's buns, it is ten times more powerful than HVE."
The other two buns quivered. "Consider him dangerous and don't underestimate him. As I said he knows who he really is and will most likely kill buns on site. Anything else?" He paused, the other two buns shook their heads. "Then you are dismissed and Good Luck."
The two buns stood (attentionfluff) saluted and left.
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Ghost from the past... 3
After the two buns left, FlopEar turned back to the print-out on the old Micmac legend. So, he thought to himself, a leader of Micmac, white human and squirrel blood shall arise to defeat us rabbits. So Mock-ski, or should I say Moxie Man, you are destined to destroy us devilbunnies, at least according to a red human who's been dead over 400 years. Ten years ago, I would have laughed at such things and waved it off as an old tale. Back then I thought Rabbit was such a fool and half-crazy. From what I have seen in these woods in the past ten years, I realise you were not crazy, Rabbit, but you were foolish to tell others about it. I didn't make the same mistake, nor shall I make a mistake about the potential warning this Wit-a-we-mat-pan-ni (I think that's how they would have pronounced it) has given me. If Tailless is this Mock-ski, he won't be fulfilling any rabbit destruction destinies (giglefluff). I can guarantee it. (deviousfluff, hop)
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Ghost from the past... 4
Doublewiskers and Cottontail were driving south on Route 11 towards Brownville Jct, Maine. The green Ford Explorer they were using was "courtesy" of a bow hunter they encountered a day-out of Namakata. It was helping them make-up lost time. The "experimental armor" hadn't even made it out the lab door when it had malfunctioned, so they had to settle for normal morpharmor™. Now thanks to the truck, they would still arrive at Joe's Corner General Store on schedule.
Upon arrival, they parked the Ford in the back and entered. They had morphed to look like a couple of hunters and proceeded towards the beer cooler while waiting for the one lone customer in the store to leave. They then approached the store tender.
"You two boys don't look like ya from around heeya. What goes good with Raspberry Ice Tea Snapple?"
"Anything but vanilla." Doublewiskers replied.
"Follow me." Joe locked his front door, put-up a closed sign and then headed towards the backroom. The two buns in morpharmor followed. "I didn't expect ya for anothah two days...."
"We got lucky." Doublewiskers replied.
"Well, pray lady luck stays with ya a while longah. Stand right theeya. Now then make sure, that you continue to morph into that form whenever you (FLASH) wish to put this photo ID to use." Joe did the same thing with Cottontail. "Things are getting dangerous around heeya for buns. As fah as plane tickets ah concerned, you'll have to settle for Logan down to Boston. Maine has become very anti-bun. They have installed specially trained bun-sniffing dogs at both Bangor and Portland International. I don't know whethah they can sniff through morphahmor or not, but I doubt you wish to risk being caught." He starts tapping on a PC keyboard. "I'm now setting up some fake credit accounts for ya. Hope ya don't mind Visa? It is widely accepted and considahed uncute...should help ya keep ya true identities secret longah. Also, heeya's $1000.00 each in travellah's checks and anothah $200.00 each in cash. I see ya don't need a cah to get outa state, but we should change the plates." Joe handed them the ID's, Visas, cash and checks. He then led them out through the back door, changed the plates on the vehicle, handed them a bag of food and wished them off. "May Frith guide ya." Joe went back in the store as the truck pulled-out, and mumbled, "Ya may think you own me for the moment FlopEah, but ya bettah watch ya back, cause Joe is gonna collect real soon for the death of my son." He pulled a fireaxe out from under the counter and began sharpening it.
Joe's mission continued in The Maine Plan
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Ghost from the past... 5
(STOMP!!!!) Doublewiskers was furious. First, that traitor human, Joe, had given them invalid airline tickets and they had the choice of driving or risking the credit cards, which were probably also invalid. "Never trust a human" had been his motto. He only had put-up with Joe, because of FlopEar's orders. But now....now the Ford Explorer they were driving was dead and they were stranded in some little town in Western Massachusetts. The computer brain in the truck had failed and without it, one couldn't operate the radio, never mind everything else. It wouldn't have been so bad if it had happened in the middle of the day, but at 3am, they only help would be help they didn't want. And that help soon arrived anyway as a state cruiser pulled up.
"You boys, having car trouble?"
"You could say that, officer. The engine's dead." Doublewiskers replied.
"Yes, I can see that, may I see your registration and license."
"Why sure, officer."(muffled groan from the officer) Doublewiskers removed the dagger he had just stabbed into the officer's chest quickly as he had handed him the registration. "And thank you, human for providing us with the parts we needed."
Doublewiskers got out of the truck, and went to the police cruiser while Cottontail dragged the body over to the back end of the cruiser. *Perfect,* Doublewiskers thought to himself, *a Crown Victoria, its computer brain should be compatible.* As he proceeded to cannibalize the parts they needed, Cottontail loaded the officer's body into the trunk of the cruiser.
"Leave the toes intact, Cottontail. We don't need to be leaving a trail."
"Ahh...(disappointmentfluff)..Come on, not one little toe?"
"NO!" (STOMP) "We can't chance it."
Cottontail (poutfluff) closed the trunk.
Three hours later they were in Pennsylvania, driving south on I-81.
"Whiskers, why are we taking this, the longer route? Wouldn't we get to Texas faster via 70?" (fluff) Cottontail inquired.
(BAP) Doublewiskers smacked his dim companion. "What is west of Pennsylvania?"
"Ohio," his companion replied while rubbing his sore head.
"And what do we know about Ohio?"
Scratches his head a moment..."Uh, that's LonGears territory." (smacks himself) "I guess that was stupid of me wasn't it.
Doublewiskers declined replying. *At this rate, we won't get to Lubbock for another 3 to 4 days,* he thought to himself as the drove on.
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Ghost from the past... 6
(Author's note: This takes place at about the time of the Battle of Stillwater(loo).)
They had wrecked and abandoned the Ford Explorer and swiped the Probe they were now using somewhere near Jackson, Tennessee. The little fiasco had cost them another day. They were still a good 48 hours from Lubbock...another 48 hours before they could complete that mission they had botched 7 years earlier. Doublewiskers had the notion to abandon Cottontail back in that little town if it weren't for the fact he feared Cottontail's capture by Fudds or worse, General LonGears. Cottontail would have deserved it. They had spent the night in Nashville in the truck. While Doublewiskers was fast asleep, Cottontail snuck-out to a nearby bar, and got smashed on human booze--very uncute. He had then proceeded to go for a joy ride with the truck, making it as far as Jackson before crashing the vehicle into a utility pole--an incredible feat when one realizes that those two cities were 120 miles apart. The crash had awaken Doublewiskers with a start as he flew through the windshield, with the morpharmor(tm) taking the brunt of the damage. They had then been forced to morph into bunny form and flee into nearby bushes while awaiting for law enforcement and other officials to clear the area. By the time the close-was-clear, Cottontail had fallen into a drunken sleep. He still snored away in the back seat of the Probe as Doublewiskers drove-on through Memphis. Doublewiskers had found a laptop computer with a cellular phone modem attachment in the Probe. It was coming in handy. Now he was able to monitor what was happening in the war on the net and know what to expect. He read while driving:
...Sibyl found guilty.....LonGears and Iago attack Stillwater....
*The Fudds at Stillwater stand little chance. It'll be a short battle. Wouldn't want to wave to General as we pass him,*(shiverfluff) Doublewiskers thought to himself. *Better switch to I-30 in Little Rock and avoid Oklahoma.*
He glanced back to the sleeping bunny-form of his teammate. (sighfluff) *Where were you, when they were passing-out brain cells?* He drove on in silence.
To be continued in Down in Lubbock.
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