Seta sat quietly in the darkened locker room... with barely enough strength to keep himself upright... His head was pounding... and blood slowly ran down his right arm, and dripped off his fingers... creating a growing pool on the floor below...

"Man, that was fun..." he thought to himself... "it's been quite a while..."

He stared at the pool below... and in it's reflection, recounted flashes of certain images of the battles that took place just a few hours before.

A streak of light suddenly cut through those thoughts, as the door to the locker room opened... and the Lts entered. They each walked with a sure-footed stride that came from experience.

"Fantastic!", Millennium Blackhawk exclaimed... "Pretty good show, this evening! Objective achieved."

"Hehe, roger that... Like old times...", M. Duncan added...

Just behind the Lts, Hoax flung open the doors to the locker room... and slid across the floor, as if on a Verasi Roya AshBoard. He had obviously been in a hurry... and was still pumped with adrenaline... Right behind him was the new recruit, Asena...

"Okay... who got the rammers?", Hoax asked...

Seta chuckled to himself... "Can you believe it... Mystic was carrying tonight... I think we traded those cu's twice.", he said... "But you know as well as I do, that is evidence. I've already sent it to lockup... the paperwork is done, buddy..."

"I prefer Viper Ale, anyway...", MB said... "how do you guys drink that stuff?"

"Very well, if you must know", Hoax grinned at MB...

"Is it always like this?", Asena asked... still a bit unsure about his new surroundings.

"Nah, sometimes it's better... and sometimes it's worse. It is what it is...", M. Duncan replied. "You'll settle in... and welcome!", he said.

"Thanks... and some induction...", Asena grinned.

Just then, Nerde strode into the locker room carrying a cu unit over his shoulder... with a sly grin on his face...

"Compliments of ArAsh", he said... and proceeded to flop the unit off his shoulder and onto the bench beside Seta. "He sends his best regards, and was sorry to have missed the... uh... 'spec op', I think he put it".

Nerde pulled the cover off the unit... and sure enough... it was Roid Rammers... complete with the transport stamp to make them legal.

"Hah! Ash thinks of everything!", Seta said. "Thanks guys... I appreciate you giving me the call when you heard Martin and Mystic were gonna do a run tonight."

"No problem, I know how busy you've been lately... and thought you needed a break.", M. Duncan replied...

"...but dang... didn't expect Borb and Alamar", MB said... his grin then turned to concern... "better get that looked at...", he said, indicating Seta's arm...

"Nah... just a scratch... well, two actually... erm... maybe three... and old wounds, too", Seta grinned... "Alamar's rails deformed my hull right in front of the nav comp mount... and I think Martin's flares shook 'em quite a bit...", Seta hesitated... "then Borb pounded 'em free, and the comp was floating... and when Mystic ejected my butt... I musta hit it on the way out. The meds only had flesh tacks in place, since I've been a chair jock lately."

"you know...", Seta reflected... "it feels *good* to bleed again..."

The room fell quiet... all eyes were smiling... except for one pair.

"Huh?", Asena stifled...

And it was a most entertaining fight indeed. Great stuff guys. You ran me out of my stock of Proms and almost all of my Valks. :D

And I will send you a bill for those rammers, how else can I get Borb malleable enough to paint his ship pink?...Sheesh..hehe. Goes off to contact her supplier....

Hehe yeah fun stuff, nice to have y'all back around. My PK count was starting to sagnat. ;)

Were you trying to say "stagnate" Borb?

See they took mah good stuff and I'm falling apart! This is an atrocity!

You know, with a title like that I'd have expected more of this:


It's really amazing how happy unfulfilled expectations can make you.

Ooh!...

I didn't mean that at all!... I was making a play on the "Red versus Blue" series (www.redvsblue.com by Rooster Teeth Productions)... but in *this* case the "White Hats" (good guys in old westerns) versus the "Black Hats" (bad guys in old westerns)... or more exacting, VPR versus BLAK... and a fun and silly reason to be fighting in B8...

Obviously, I didn't even *think* along those lines genka...

Naive Seta...

[politically correct qualifiers]
- No racial slurs were intended by the title of this story at all
- No *actual* blood was lost in the making of this story, although a few Rammers were consumed... but only after the altercations, as drunken flying is discouraged - just look at LeberMac's te-kill-ya induced parking job...
- FM... if you want to change the title, please feel free
[/politically correct qualifiers]

White vs. Black in Spy vs. Spy?
Remember Seta, we're old folks who may have actually watched REAL westerns.
Remember - the current idea of a Western is the Will Smith version of "Wild Wild West." (Ug.)
I don't think the current (ahem) "younger" generation understood the White Hat vs. Black Hat theme.

http://www.leedberg.com/mad/spies/spies.html

Lovely. I have even played the 2 player game on the old Apple.

I was very sad when Prohias died in 1998.

I hate the girl spy though, she is annoying as hell.

"I don't think the current (ahem) "younger" generation understood the White Hat vs. Black Hat theme." - LeberMac

Exactly how young are you talking Leber? I can vouch that most 18 year old guys know...

but yeah... barely anyone knows about Flash Gordon... tis a pity.

Great story, and great evening in B8 with you guys from BLAK.
These times will be remembered when someday in the near future the last remaining founding fathers of the early guilds will gather in a Bar of an abandoned station deep in gray space. A time when all is different, when thousands of new immigrants will fill VO with their naive and ignorant chatter about unimportant subject matters. A time will be remembered when honor, integrity and character still stood for everything that meant something to a pilot. Those early day pilots who built the guilds into what makes them more than a guild.

"Do you want to be in a guild or do you want to be a VPR."

Lt. M. Duncan

Eh, I am old enough to know that the Mad Magazine version of Flash Gordon is called "Flesh Garden."

Beat that!

Hear hear, MD

I feel like I'm being picked on for being in the minority. :'(

How would you like it if people tried to kill you for your color!

:P

Wait... Borb is capable of Sarcasm???

OH NOES!!! *runs away*

tries to dock in a moth... *BOOM*

That's not sarcasm! How would you like it if some one tried to stop you from making your meager living, just cus you are not the same color as them! I can't help it I was born a rich kid on the good side of Serco prime! I've had a very hard life and they just try to make it harder. :'(

Yeah ok it's sarcasm. :P

Softy, I'm old enough to remember that's because Flesh Gordon was already taken - it was a porn flick.

Screwball, good lord, I bow before your awesome Kurtzmanness.

"Gone, gone, gone, it'shhh all gone..."

I muttered to my self franticly. I had just drank the last bottle of Roid Rammers I had in Sedina in the after math of the greatest atrocity of the war.

See Mystic and Martin where out carting around Roid Rammers all the way from Introns and bringing them to me. (For some reason Mystic supplies me for free one night I'll have to stay sober and try to find out why.)

But the VPR vigilantes deiced that night, that horrible night they would attack poor harmless Martin and Mystic.

Oh sure we won the fight me and Alamar showed up to fight for the beer and valiantly shot down over 100 VPR ships. Sadly they managed to steal our, my poor beers. And they call us evil.

I had almost given up hope, knowing the affects of the beer would ware off and I would have no more to numb the pain of losing my beer. Thinking quickly for a drunk however I remembered once being in a Tung station, doing some stuff with Miharu when I tried the beer of the house.

Knowing Serco space was along ways off I was not expecting the beer to be that great. How ever after one drink when my speech was already starting to slur I knew I had found a great thing. How ever some thing came up and I never got to get the name of the beer.

Jumping up knowing what I had to do I ran into the door. Then knowing the door now know who was boss I got off my butt and opened it, running with some difficulty to my ship and eventually undocking, leaving a very much relived dock master behind with some thing of a mess to clean up.

I did not take me long getting down to Odia, and after rearranging the docking bay some I ran (With some difficulty) into the bar.

"Gimme the good shhhhtuff!" Shouted as I ran into a table, and deiced it was to a good idea to take a set. Some thing about that station maybe it was a gravity wall or some thing but it just would not stop spinning.

"I think you've already had the good stuff." The bar keep said frankly.

"But itshhh all gone!" I said franticly pulling out a 100k credchip.

The bartender raised and eye brow and walked into the back of the bar slowly emerging a few seconds later with a bottle of neon green liquid.

"Fine mate, but I would recommend you wait some before you drink it, looks like you've had plenty already."

"Thankshhh." I said clumsily sliding the chip over to him, and poping the top on the bottle.

"Oh yeah whatshhhh it called?" I said as the bar keep started to walk off.

"It's a Tungskia Xith Sapper, the miners drink em. Hehe ain't you ever wondered how some one can stare at a roid for so long with out losing it."

I stared at the green liquid one last time in awe, quickly I turned on my com and took a long swig.

"Guyshhh, you gotta shhhhee thishhhh shtuff I..."

Every thing faded out in to a nice shade of gray, almost the same color as the bar floor, as I tried to mumble Xith Sapper.