Red Moon Rising and DEWComm: Debriefing

Red Moon Rising posted to alt.devilbunnies by William Wade 14 November, 1999.
©1999 by William Wade.

DEWComm: Debriefing posted to alt.devilbunnies by Scott Bernier 16 November, 1999.

Widebeams between CrimsonPaw and Wade posted 20 November, 1999 by Scott Bernier and William Wade.

First HTML-ized by Scott Bernier 6 December, 1999

Red Moon Rising placed on my website with Wade's permission since it is a vital part of our storyline. The two widebeams sprung out of a banter series that leads into the next story, The Search for Eugene

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I'm sorry that this post is late, but email problems have been keeping me from making the correct timeline that I had planned with Moxieman. This story takes place just minutes after the Maine Battle 99 story where Wade is talking to Blake. The proclamation Wade puts out, was to be right before the word got out of Wade's helping the Fudds. I'm sorry about this messup. Blame it all on me. Well until the Four rules the universe have a good night :)

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"Take Major Blake to wherever he wants."

As soon as Major Blake left the room Sgt. Wade turned toward Cassandra. "What are the reports?"

"Unfortunately our plan to ambush the buns failed when they split into three columns and headed back separately to their rally points. We found one, but the other two got away. Next, the vermin have left a small detachment to watch over the Blake farm. What are your orders?"

Wade turned back to face out the window. "It is unfortunate that we have failed in our main objective, but there are still flies on the web. Alert all of our troops to stop what they are doing and converge on that third column of buns. Those men that are close by are to harass them until we can set up an ambush area. We will send a clear message to the buns tonight. No one trespasses in our territory. As for the buns at the farm, leave them there. They will provide excellent bait to lure more buns here. I will make them pay for their insults. One other thing, Cassandra, we will be taking prisoners tonight. I need information on where they have taken Sgt. Eugene. *Tonight is important. I must not fail! Tonight the buns will see they have not beaten me!*

Cassandra bowed and hopped out of the room.

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TWO

Lt. Blackfoot led his buns to the rendezvous point. They had soundly beaten the Fudds and their pathetic allies. Morale was high. Songs and loud chatter could be heard proclaiming how great the buns were. *About two more minutes to the rally point, then it's time for some victory Snapple and a few Fudd toes.* Blackfoot and turned to one of his subordinates. "It is a great day for bundom. I'm so glad that I am alive today to witness this event!!" His underling returned the arising they walked merrily into a Fourier ambush.

WHOOF

A concussion wave knocked Blackfoot down, followed by the acidy smell of Moxie™. What followed next were the horrible screams of the injured buns as their flesh and the Moxie™ burned fur. Buns could be seen hopping towards him with smoke rising off their fur. CRACK! CRACK! One of the buns near Blackfoot disappeared in a mist of red. Three other buns followed. Blackfoot jumped into action, yelling out orders and trying to counter attack, but after a few minutes he realized that the ambushers were gone. The only sound now was that of wounded buns screaming in pain. "Somebun help the wounded. Get them to shut up before they invite another attack."

This scenario continued into the night. The ambushes might be started different, but they always ended the same, the enemy melted into the night. Casualties were light in each attack, but it was starting to mount up. Morale had plummeted as every sound or movement became enemy ambushes. To top it off they had only killed two of the enemy. One had been caught getting ready to throw a Moxie can at the buns, while the other almost escaped imagination. The man walked calmly into their ranks and started blasting away calmly with a shotgun. When he ran out of ammo he dropped the shotgun and started to lob Moxie™ cans into the surprised buns. Finally, after that he pulled out a mace and threw himself at the nearest buns. The man screamed and foam started to come out of his mouth. He laid waste to the nearest buns and it took thirteen buns to take him down. Blackfoot couldn't believe these were Fouriers he was fighting. He didn't think it was possible for anyone to like this, even if they were insane.

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THREE

"My Lord all of our men are in place."

"Good, signal all of the men that we must let nobun escape. They must crush all resistance. Let the vermin know that they have messed with the wrong man!!!"

Blackfoot was relieved to see the rally point. The three ice cream trucks could barely be seen, but he knew it was their only hope of escaping alive. Very few of the original column were still alive. The wounded had to be left behind and Frith knows what evil was happening to them now. Blackfoot didn't like leaving them, but we must all think of the good of the whole. The buns were almost into a run now as they moved as fast as possible towards the trucks, only to find the trucks had slashed tires and broken glass. By one of the trucks the form of the symp driver could be seen hanging from a rope on the side.

"So vermin, now we see who really is in charge. Lay down your weapons and I promise you will be given a quick death."

Blackfoot turned around to see a man wearing cammies, trailed by what looked like a bun. *[PIG-13] wyrmbunnies. All hope is lost. I must escape. How will I escape?*

Some of the buns threw down their arms and armor. The fight had left them. Some stared blankly into space, unable to comprehend what was happening. Those that resisted were fallen upon by Fouriers like a pack of wolves. Their deaths were far from quick. Lt. Blackfoot tried to run, only to be captured and brought before Sgt. Wade.

"I am going to let you go, but you must take a message to your leader for me. Tell him that the valley is ours and any vermin that are in it will be terminated. Second, tell him that he had better return Eugene to me. Tell him to give me what I want!! Tell him that this will continue until I get Eugene back. Tell him."

Blackfoot was then swiped off his paws and an iron grip applied to his neck.

"Tell him!!! Do you HEAR ME TELL HIM THE VALLEY IS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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FOUR: Widebeam [Proclamation]

Today, the Kennebec Valley in Maine was invaded by vermin. They sneak attacked a local Fudd base and almost wiped them out. I, Sgt. Wade owing a debt of honor to Sgt. Eugene intervened and saved only a few Fudds. I am sorry that I could not do more. In retaliation I started offensive operations last night to free our Valley of vermin. Some buns escaped, [Turns around to show off the pelts and prisoners] but many did not. THE VALLEY IS NOW A NO BUN ZONE!! Any bun or symp caught here will be dealt with harshly. This is my valley. Next, Sgt. Eugene Pomerleau was snatched and taken prisoner. I demand his return. If this is not met I will take appropriate actions. I say to the vermin commander who dared to take me on, let Eugene go. I promise to return the prisoners I have in return. Otherwise they will be subject to actions I deem necessary to guarantee the return of Eugene. This is my one and only warning, GIVE ME WHAT I WANT OR SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES!!!!!!!!!!!!"

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DEWComm: Debriefing (1/2)

(thump, thump, thump) "This meeting shall come to order!" (STOMP!)

The buns gathered around the table give their undivided attention to their leader, Jerry CrimsonPaw.

"What in Frith's wrath has been going on around here!" (STOMP!) Jerry's eyes blaze red as the crimson streaks in his paws. "I accept an invitation out-of-state by the grace of the lovely Kaeralina of Sky Burrow Fair Warren, and come back to utter chaos!" Jerry throws the reports in his paws against the table and they spread-out in all directions like a tossed deck of cards. "We've lost over 60 buns and can only claim 6 monkey deaths in trade? Why wasn't I contacted about these attacks?!" (STOMP!)

The room was silent for a moment. Then from the other end of the table, Lt. Flatpaw found his voice. "It's just some Fouriers. Nothing to worry about..." he trails off at a loss for words.

Jerry remains silent a moment while rolling Flatpaw's comments round and round inside his mind. He suddenly leaps across the table and bowls Flatpaw over before the snowshoe hare can react. Very quietly he speaks, yet due to the silence in the room, all can hear him. "Just some Fouriers you say? Nothing to worry about?" (SNICK!) He extends his claws pricking Flatpaw's muzzle. Flatpaw remains fearfully still, sweat beading on his forehead.

"These are the same Fouriers who killed our last commander nearly a year ago. These Fouriers denied us total victory last month against the Fudds. And now they're nickel and diming our forces to death in central Maine." (STOMP!) "I wouldn't call them push-overs. They still control the territory where your old warren is located in New Hampshire as part of the Dunwich no-fluff zone, don't they?"

Flatpaw nods very, very slightly, unable to move his head more then that with the clawpoints sticking against it.

"I was a fool to leave you in charge in my absence....I was a fool for leaving for any period of time with Wade on the loose..." (dejectedfluff) "I didn't anticipate he would counterattack so soon." The anger evaporates from Jerry as he lets Flatpaw go and hops back to his place on the other side of the table.

"The past is the past," Jerry states, as he takes up the head seat of the table again. "You can't change the past, but only the fool bun doesn't learn from it. I want as much data as we have on these various attacks brought to me within the hour. We must learn how the enemy fights if we are to defend and fight against him. Dismissed!" (STOMP!)

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Jerry poured over the information presented to him as his staff reconvenes. He reads Wade's proclamation made weeks before while he was out-of-state. He reads other reports on analysis of the Fourier attacks.

"In every case, they have allowed somebun to live to tell us what Wade wants. And he wants Pomerleau back. More proof that the Fudds and Fouriers are one and the same. Bring in Lt. Blackfoot."

The bun in question is wheeled in strapped to a gurney. He doesn't struggle at all, but keeps his eyes closed, breathing normally. Jerry looks dismayed. "I thought you said he had recovered," he comments to the medbun who brought Blackfoot in.

"You should have seen him when he first arrived..."

"And that was..."

(droopears) "A few hours after you left for the Halloween ball. I assume you read the medical report."

(affirmativefluff) "It's a wonder he survived the injuries, especially the partially crush esophagus." Jerry turns his attention to the Blackfoot. "LT? Can you understand me?"

Blackfoot opens his eyes and stares blankly at Jerry for a moment. "Don't let him get me," he rasps. "Frith, save me!" He screams in fear and struggles against the straps holding him on the gurney, unsheathing his claws.

Jerry smacks Blackfoot across the muzzle twice. The medbun glares at Jerry briefly until he catches the look in Jerry's eyes and backs off.

"Blackfoot, get a paw of yourself!" (STOMP!) "You're among friends, safe."

Blackfoot pants for a moment and looks about refocusing his eyes and listens carefully. He sniffs the air. "Thank Frith...I never thought I'd get away." He looks at and recognizes Jerry for the first time. "Commander? I lost all of them in ambush...several ambushes, sir." Tears came to his eyes. "We didn't even have time to give clean deaths to those we had to leave behind who were too injured to provide cover for our retreat." (gnashteeth) "It was awful, the stench of Moxie (tm) and burning flesh in the air. I saw the three Berrypaw brothers splatter in front of me...hamburger would be more recognizable..." Blackfoot began to wimper.

"Unstrap him," Jerry ordered. The medbun began to protest, but shut-up with a glare from Jerry. Once unstrapped, Jerry (bunnyhugged) and consoled Blackfoot. "Counselor Downyfluff will help you with your pain, soldier. But I need a little more information." Jerry waved the medbun to go call Downyfluff. "I need to know what the Fouriers said to you."

Blackfoot was quiet for a moment as he gathered his thoughts. He then repeated Wade's message. "...there was nothing more I could do. I could hardly breath. It took days to get back to Bangor and then I collapsed." Blackfoot broke down into tears again, soaking Jerry's fur.

(hushfluff) "You did well. With Downyfluff's help you will heal." Jerry earsignals Downyfluff over as she hops into the room. "Work with the med team. Help him." (pleadfluff)

Downyfluff simply nodded as she led Blackfoot out of the room.

Jerry turns to his staff. "What more proof do we need that the two groups are working together. Wade wants Pomerleau, huh? Let's give him an answer his little monkey brain can understand. Flatpaw!" (STOMP!)

Flatpaw's ears droop as he stands up.

"I have a mission for you." (fangygrin)

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RE: The Four Explained

Jerry CrimsonPaw wrote:
> 
> Remus Shepherd  wrote:
> 
> A deranged Fourier wrote:
> 
> >>   That's LORD War, LORD Death and LORD Famine!  Perhaps it is time we
> >> appoint others.
> >
> >   That's quite all right, JayKay.  I think everyone's perfectly happy
> >the way things are, with most of the really bad ones safely dead.
> 
> There are a few others I'd like to see dead. (STOMP!)
> Of course, since you Fudds are more tightly allied with the Four then
> you will publicly admit, you won't hand Wade over to me.

Cmdr. I think you overstep yourself. First, we would never lower ourselves to ally with a group that doesn't have the conviction to liquidate all of humanities enemies. The only reason that I helped the Fudds is due to an old debt to Sgt. Eugene. This brings me to my next point, GIVE ME BACK SGT. EUGENE. Your life is balanced on the edge of a very sharp knife, vermin. Everyday he is not returned to us will be a day your men suffer. Next, your continued presence in the valley is an act of war. I promise that I will not attack you on your way out. I have warned you and now I'm warning you again. Don't mess with powers that your feeble mind can't comprehend. I will crush you and all of your underlings. You have been warned.

Sgt Wade.

OverLord of the Valley

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Widebeam to Wade

Wade wrote in delirium:
[My demand for Wade's death.]

[nibbled throughout]

>we would never lower ourselves to ally with a group that
>doesn't have the conviction to liquidate all of humanities enemies.

You lie as well as your allies do, monkey scum.

>The only reason that I helped the Fudds is due to an old debt to Sgt. Eugene.

So you admit that Sgt. Pomerleau *HAS* aided you before. You admit the Four and the Army of Fudd have collaborated. Thank you, Wade.

>This brings me to my next point, GIVE ME BACK SGT. EUGENE.

(narrowseyes) Who are you, scum, to dictate to me in *MY* territory. You lost the battle, get over it. Go back to Massachusetts where you came from. You are not worth the resources to hunt down.

>Next, your continued presence in the valley is an act of war.

(gigglefluff) We weren't at war before??? You, my dear Wade, are crazier then the average member of your group.

I wasn't going to bother responding to your pathetic demands, but I felt obliged to respond. You see, Wade, I owe you a small debt of gratitude. Frith forgive me, I'm about to thank a Fourier. If it weren't for you, Wade, and that all-but-failed attack you made on us last December, my foolish brother would still be alive and in power. I would never have advanced beyond symp relations and the Fudds would still be in control of the lower third of this state.

(fangygrin) But you stormed into my brother's trap and he, being the fool he was, underestimated you in single hand-to-paw combat. Thanks to you, Wade, I was able to take command and decimate the Maine Fudd forces. (narroweyes) If you had kept out of a fight that was none of your business, it would have been a total victory, not that it wasn't already. How many Fudds did you rescue? 10...15 at most? What few that are left are not a threat and I can snuff them out at anytime, for I now control all but a small portion of this state. And I have you to thank for it, Wade.

(appreciativefluff) The Fudds should have been more careful in who they chose for allies. (gigglewigglefluff...rollaboutonthefloorlaughingforafewminutes)

(Gasp, pant, gasp) Where was I? Oh yeah...in repayment of that debt, if you quit your babbling and crawl back under the rock you came from, I'll ignore your insect-like annoyance and not hunt you down. (STOMP!)

Commander CrimsonPaw, DEWComm

To be Continued in The Search for Eugene

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