Oi! if you read this, just keep in mind that action scenes are *not* my 
strong suit, and this is only 'bout 10% of the story.  It also doesn't 
really fit into the BGC time line. But then, I don't really care whether 
it does or not. ^_^;;

>From the files of *some* universes' Knight Sabers...

                               ***Bubblegum Chaos***

Chapter 1:"Trial by Fire"

     Ahhh.....night in Megatokyo.  There's nothing quite like it anywhere 
in the universe.  A mixture of rock music, drugs, alcohol, sex, and 
violence not found anywhere else (except other major cities, but hey, 
who's counting?)  Besides, Megatokyo has the one thing that separates 
it's violence from the run-of-the-mill violence.  Genom and its Boomers.  
Yeah, Genom's babies sure made the night life interesting.  At least, 
they made it interesting for the Knight Sabers. In fact, this night was 
particularly interesting.

     "Ah, shit!" Priss's voice called over the intercom, unaccountably 
echoed by Nene.  That is...unless you took the 15 BU-1B's that had just 
come around the corner, looking like they were *itching* for a fight, 
most specifically with the Knight Sabers.  Of which there were only two 
in the vicinity.  Not good for Priss and Nene.  Priss started distracting 
them while Nene got on the horn to Sylia and Linna.  
     
     "Linna! Sylia! We could use some help over here!"  Nene, was, as 
usual, sounding as frantic as possible during a sticky combat situation, 
but she had gotten remarkably better at the whole dance and song.  
Unfortunately, it didn't seem like she had gotten good enough, or that 
she would get the chance, because she suddenly found herself surrounded 
by 3 of the Bu-1Bs.  Not good.  She screamed, and life suddenly went into 
slow-motion, and her only thought was <God...this'd be a dramatic scene 
in an anime or something.>  Then, several things happened, almost 
simultaneously, it seemed.  Priss holed a Bu-1B with those shoulder 
cannons of hers, the 3 Boomers surrounding Nene all unsheathed their 
claws, and one of them reached out and grabbed her by the neck.  Nene 
*swore*, at that point and forever after, that the Boomer that picked her 
up had a triumphant sneer on its face.  Of course, she couldn't prove it, 
because a split-second later, it had a hole melted through it.  The 
second of the three Boomers was knocked off it's feet about about 20 
yards away by a blue-green blast, and then, as time snapped back into 
reality, Nene *felt* something impact the third boomer; the shockwave 
created by the impact nearly knocked her off her feet.

     Nene looked over just in time to see a black and deep red suit of 
armour get grabbed by the legs and tossed into a wall; the offended 
Boomer had two holes in his chest, apparently some sort of spikes or 
something had augmented the impact damage.  Nene charged up her 
shoulder-mounted weapons [ednote:find out what these things are, from Crash.]
and blasted the staggering Boomer.  

     Priss took no noticed of this, busy doing a ground-level turn and 
burn with six of the deadly 'roids, and not managing to do more than take 
out one of them.  Priss finally got a lucky break and managed to crack 
open one of the Boomers' heads and spill the artificial brain acrost the 
pavement.  Nene was torn between checking out the black-red suit or 
helping Priss, but only for a second, as two of the Boomers made the 
decision for her by firing missile spreads at her.  Calmer now that she 
wasn't surrounded, she activated her [ednote:again, need to find out what 
this gizmo's called] and rerouted the missiles back at the Boomers.  Not 
unexpectedly, their top halves soon disappeared in explosions.  What was 
unexpected, however, was the red-black suit getting to it's feet and 
taking off after Priss and the 3 Boomers that were chasing her.  Nene 
wowed. <This suit's flight system is incredible!>  The red-black suit had 
caught up with the trailing Boomer and said Boomer suddenly exploded as a 
flash of purple light flared between the suit and Boomer.  Nene's onboard 
systems told her that is was a focused particle-beam weapon, like the 
kind that Priss used sometimes.  Priss managed to outmanuever the one 
closest to her and point-blank force-fed the damned thing some railgun 
spikes, ending it's flight plan prematurely.  

     Meanwhile, the red-black suit had taken off the after the last 
flying Boomer, but had miscalculated, and pulled a worthy crash 'n burn 
after getting zarked across the chest with a green particle beam from 
the Boomer.  Priss sighed and took out the Boomer with her shoulder 
cannons, and was helping the mystery suit up when Nene screamed.

     Apparently, two of the Boomers that had been dismissed as out were 
not and were advancing on Nene with utmost haste. As close as they were, 
Nene still tried to use her shoulder weapons, but they were crushed 
before she could charge them up to damaging capacity.  The mystery suit 
raised an arm and, from a forearm mounted attachment, sent two missiles 
hurtling at the Boomers.  Luckily, the two missiles hit the Boomers' 
heads, and Priss and Nene ducked, fearing the explosion.  But the 
explosion never came, as, instead, a bright flame erupted from one side 
of the Boomers' heads and burnt through the other.  The biomechanical 
frames jerked and twisted and finally lay still.

     Priss whistled at the still-standing Boomer bodies with holes 
slagged through their heads.  Then, she activated her shoulder cannons 
and pointed them at the newcomer.  "Alright, buddy, just who the hell are 
you?"  Nene was suitably shocked, and told Priss so.  Then Linna called 
in. "Hey!! We're getting pretty torn up out here, we could use your guys' 
help, you know."  Priss turned to Nene to scold her quickly, and the 
mystery suit was off in a flash.  Priss whirled around. "Hey-!"

     Nene sighed, and grabbed Priss' arm.  "C'mon, we'll worry 'bout him 
later.  Sylia and Linna need our help right now."  Priss frowned, but she 
knew Nene was right, so she nodded and took off, Nene close by, for the 
battlezone that the other two Knight Sabers were in.  When they got 
there, they were surprised, sort of, to see that the odds had moved down 
the chart to one-on-one; and the mystery-guest-of-honor was there, 
blasting away.

     Priss muttered. "Him again...." for it was definitely a male suited 
figure that raced into combat with the deadly bio-mechanical construct.  
She winced as the Boomer connected with a series of five blows to the head,
the ringing of the armour echoing out to even where Priss and Nene stood.
The eyeslots on the armoured figure glowed a deep, dark red for about thi-
rty seconds during which he activated that...lightsaber...and proceeded to
slice the boomer four times, bisecting the thing until it dropped, sliced into
eight unfunctioning pieces.  Then, he turned, gave a sloppy military salute 
to Sylia, and promptly crumpled to the ground, much to the surprise of the
Knight Sabers.  Priss said, "He's got some balls to be able to do that shit,"
wariness and admiration both clearly evident in her voice.  Sylia nodded.
     
     "Well, let's go, Knight Sabers."  Sylia turned away, obviously 
considering the night over with.  

     Nene disagreed. "What? We can't just leave him here, not after he 
saved us like that!!!!"  

     Sylia turned, and gave both the suit and Nene a measuring look.  "We 
cannot compromise the organization."  

     Nene glared at her. "Sylia....."
 
     Sylia sighed, she'd just have to deal with this later, the Sabers didn't 
have time to argue right now. "Fine, let's load him up. But *you're* 
responsible for him, Nene."  Nene nodded, and, as the Silky Doll van 
arrived, Nene and Priss hauled the suit up and lugged him into the van, 
and the Knight Sabers cleared out of the area.

     <Ugh.....head feels like the bell Quasimodo rung.....wait a minute, who 
the hell is Quasimodo?>  More groans and mutters and light stabbing into 
his eyes revealed that he was in a bed, wearing only his softsuit.  
"Wha....?"  He looked around to see Sylia's favorite doctor smiling at 
him. "Good, you're awake.  You took quite a beating, or so I'm told, 
young man."  He nodded mutely.  "Well....it appears that there's someone 
who would like to have a few words with you." The doctor walked out, and 
closed the door behind him.  Moments later, an intercom switched on, and 
a voice spoke, computer-modulated to be as bland and unidentifiable as 
possible.  "Alright, mister, you've got some explaining to do.  First of 
all, who are you?  Second, where'd you get your suit, and third, why?"
      
     The man winced, as he realized that he didn't *know* any of the answers 
to that particular set of questions.  Even as he realized this, though, 
he opened his mouth and answers poured forth, much to his surprise. 
"Umm....right now, you can call me Shadowhawk.  I'll give you the real 
name later if you earn it. <And if I can remember it.> Secondly, where I 
get my gear is none of your damn business, not yet.  Thirdly.....because you 
needed the help......Sylia.  Are Priss and Nene there? I'd like to thank them 
for not killing me on the spot when I arrived."  His cool voice showed 
none of the turmoil inside. <What the...where did I get "Shadowhawk?"  
And how do I know their names? To quote a famous show.....oh boy.>  He 
said that last out loud as 3 hardsuited figures stalked in, and aimed 
various deadly weaponry at him. "uhhh.....hi....."  Sylia stalked 
up to him and placed the barrel of her armcannon on his nose. "Talk. Now."
[ednote:too drastic/cold for Sylia? Better for Priss?]

Kevin Eav--First Deacon of the Church of Ryouga, Keeper of the Compass, 
                          Member of C.A.S.K.E.T.
email:geist@holly.colostate.edu --  IRC:Ishido at #ranma! -- Ishido@RanmaMUCK
"The world...is a dark and lonely place...beyond hope, beyond care..."-Ryouga
                 Member of Okonomiyaki Addicts Anonymous
"C'mon kiddo.  You've got to *find* Akane.  You really are a pain in the 
                  fanny sometimes, ya know Ryouga?"-Ukyo