Subject: [FFML] [Revengfic][dark][reformat] Chapter 3.1
From: Outlawone1@aol.com
Date: 11/9/2000, 3:30 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

This is my contribution to the series of revengefics started by Slacker.  

Earlier chapters can be found at   http://www.angelfire.com/anime/Slacker



While oddly enough for a fanfiction most of these characters are mine there 

are a few 

exceptions.  Most notably are the avatars of my partners in crime.  Also 

Nemesis who makes a brief appearance is the creation of Slacker.  Thrawn who 

is also in there was originally the property of the whoever owns the right on 

the Star Wars novels written by Timothy Zahn although the version used in 

this work comes from a fanfic by Andrew Wilson.  



Warning:  There are instances of graphic and extreme violence in this story 

if you don't like that, or feel this is not something you wish to be exposed 

to please don't read.  



Payment plan  



by Outlaw 1







Outlaw 1 and Darth were walking down a crowded sidewalk.  While normally this 

would not be cause for much comment however in this case the two authors were 

dressed not in there accustomed mostly black ensembles and both felt like 

total idiots.  Outlaw 1 was dressed in a pair of lime green jogging pants 

with buttons down the legs this was topped with a wife beater white T-shirt 

and a gray sweatshirt tied around his waist a Nike duffle bag hung from his 

hands.  Darth's outfit was similar though varying in color. Blue pants and a 

striped shirt if you are morbidly curious.  Their faces were also disguised 

Darth was sporting a goatee blond hair was hidden under a wig of curly brown 

hair.  Outlaw 1 was wearing a pair of sunglasses to hide his ruined right eye 

and had dyed his hair a dark black to match that of most of the cities 

population.  Needless to say most of the other pedestrians gave the pair a 

few extra inches of space.



Both were nervously scanning their surroundings, as they moved with a 

purposeful gait.  The pair were headed to a cafe where they were to meet 

Slacker and Andrew another pair of authors that were running and hiding in 

the sprawling metropolis.



Two weeks ago the four of them had, by various means, found themselves in an 

alley in the middle of Tokyo in a universe that was not their own.  Slacker, 

Andrew and Darth had been rather upset by the whole event as they had only 

recently learned that the characters in the stories they wrote actually 

existed on another plain of existence, and were very angry.  Toward dealing 

with that anger they had kidnapped and tortured Darth before dropping him 

off.  Slacker and Andrew had gotten the worst by far their very bodies had 

been transformed into the likeness' of Chibi-Usa and Sailor Pluto 

respectively.  To make matters worse only the newly christened Chibi-Slacker 

had any powers to go with his new body.



Outlaw 1 had learned of the animates existence almost a year previously and 

had escaped death at the hands of an enraged Ryoga only by the grace of God 

and a large caliber handgun.  He had spent a year running around Florida 

fighting for his life and learning as much as he could about a variety of 

fighting skills.  So he was pretty calm about the whole thing. Until Darth 

broke the bad news that snowed in Tokyo during the winter.  



They had agreed to split up into two man teams to try and find a way to 

return to home dimension and now it was time to meet up and share their 

findings.



Outlaw 1's time on the run had left him a little paranoid, which explained 

the duo's current getups.  He also insisted on reconnoitering the meeting 

place before entering into a possible trap.  The chances of this were pretty 

good seeing as the meeting time was half an hour ago and the gender switched 

authors were nowhere to be found.



Continuing on past the meeting place Darth looked at Outlaw 1 with a 

concerned 

expression on his face.  "So what do you think happened to them, partner?"  

He asked.



"They are probably dead, it is a shame they were good people."  "Now keep 

your eyes open we don't want any surprises."



Silently they both vowed to seek vengeance for their comrades if at all 

possible.



 Continuing on through the streets they took several random turns, covertly 

checking for tails all the while.  Twenty minutes passed before their worst 

fears were confirmed.



Idly glancing in a store window as they passed by Outlaw 1 saw a trio of men 

that he had noticed the last three times he had checked his six.



"Shit" he muttered, "Darth, twenty yards back, three gaijin in cheap gray 

suits."



"I'm all most insulted" Darth replied "They could at least have made an 

effort to blend in."



"They were good enough to spot us." Outlaw 1 riposted.  "Now we have to deal 

with 

them."



Spying an alley up ahead the author's quickly ducked in and started running.  

Through the maze of passageways and alley's common to Tokyo.



"So what's the plan Outlaw?"



"If they catch up with us we assume they are hostile and kill them."  Outlaw 

1 said as he accelerated to a full sprint, dragging the panting Darth by the 

arm.



Outlaw 1 frantically searched an ambush spot as they ran through the alleys.  

Frequent glances back showed that their pursuers were not only running after 

them but were actually gaining on them.



Outlaw 1 got an ugly grin on his face as he thought of a way to slow down the 

men.  

Reaching into his duffle bag he pulled out a small heavy paper bag.  



As the pair made a right angle turn Outlaw 1 turned and hurled the bag at the 

ground in front of the pursuer's feet.  The paper immediately split 

scattering over a hundred ball 

bearings in their path.



Shouted oaths and assorted thuds told him that he had bought a few seconds 

and as they rounded another corner he pulled Darth to a halt.



"Now it's time for some payback." He growled.







*************







The one eyed biker reached into his duffel bag and removed a device that 

looked 

remarkably similar to a happodaikarin.  He handed the bomb to his partner who 

lit the fuse with a Zippo lighter and hurled it around the corner.



As the fuse burned down it ignited a a small charge of home made black powder 

that 

spread two pounds of fine flour into the alley engulfing the three charging 

men who once more started cursing.  Outlaw 1 had an impassive expression as 

he struck a match on the wall next to him and sent it flying into cloud.



With a thunderous roar the particles of flour ignited with a burn rate that 

rivaled 

nitroglycerine.  



Calmly the two authors step out to view the results of their handiwork.



The alley was filled with smoke that smelled vaguely of baking bread. 



As the two watched disbelieving two men stumbled from the smoke one slumped 

against he wall apparently injured int he explosion.  The other caught sight 

of his tormentors and immediately charged at Outlaw 1 trying to catch him in 

a flying tackle.



Acting on instinct Outlaw 1 turned aside and using an Aikido technique called 

Sumi 

Otoshi sent the gray suited figure flying ass over tea kettle into cluster of 

garbage cans that had somehow remained standing through the explosion.



Outlaw 1 raised his hands into a defensive posture, and screamed in pain and 

rage as a trash can lid was hurled into his face striking his nose.  With 

this distraction his opponent wasted no time and speared him to the ground.



They went in a biting clawing tangle with Outlaw 1 on the bottom.  The angry 

biker pulled his enemy closer by his hair and did his best to bite his ear 

off.  The stranger responded with a savage knee to the groin, using the 

initiative created by that move to drive a forearm into Outlaw 1's throat and 

begin to choke him to death.



Darth watched in shock as the uninjured man dove for Outlaw 1 and was sent 

for a ride. Feeling something bounce off his foot he looked down to see a 

strange looking gun that the stranger had dropped during the exchange resting 

against his toes.  Smiling gleefully he grabbed the weapon and tried to 

quickly figure out how it worked.



He was so absorbed by his new possession that he almost missed movements of 

the injured man as he fumbled an identical weapon out of jacket and tried to 

align it's sights on Darth's bewigged head.



Obeying some primal instinct Darth shifted his attention to this new threat. 

Rising almost on it's own his new weapon aligned perfectly with the man and 

Darth pulled the trigger.



Instead of discharging a bullet the pistol fired a brilliant beam of coherent 

light.  It struck the gray suited figure square in the center of the chest 

and the laser cored a hole through his vital organs before exiting out his 

back and into the wall.



Darth stared in disgust at sight of the horrible burn on the man's chest, the 

skin was black and cracked from the immense heat.  As he watched dark blood 

started to ooze from the wound.



Close to panic at this Darth turned around as he dropped the blaster pistol.  

Fighting his nausea Darth looked to see his partner turning blue under the 

grip his opponent.  Red rage filled his mind as he charged this last 

tormentor tackling him like an NFL lineman and ripping him free of Outlaw 1.



Outlaw 1 groggily looked over to see his opponent locked in desperate combat 

with his partner.  The mystery man seemed to be getting overwhelmed and 

Outlaw 1 never one for a fair fight struggled to his feet to rejoin the fray. 

 



Working together the two quickly subdued the man, and while Darth bound the 

unconscious man with duct tape Outlaw 1 searched the alley for  the third 

man.  After discovering he had died in the explosion his head dashed against 

the wall.  Outlaw 1 went to salvage any useful equipment from the dead men.



As soon as the new gear had been secured in Outlaw 1's duffel bag they 

gathered up their prisoner and hightailed it away from the scene of the fight.









*****************







The authors and their sleeping prisoner had made it back out to main street 

by the time the emergency personnel started to arrive.



"Damn we can't carry this guy out there someone will stop." Darth said as he 

peered at the gathering crowd down the street from an alley where the men had 

sought shelter.



Outlaw 1 observed the street beyond the alley and smiled at what he saw.  

"Don't worry," he said, "I have a plan."



"Oh no, I hate it when you say that." Darth responded.



Don't worry you don't have to do anything except watch this guy." Outlaw 1 

said kicking their captive lightly to make his point.  "But first let's get 

out of these disguises."



Quickly divesting themselves of the urban wear the to reveal jeans under 

there jogging pants and pulling black T-shirts from Outlaw 1's duffel bag the 

contents of which was transferred to a backpack.



Outlaw one put his shade into a pocket and removed a ladies make up compact.  

Quickly he applied make up to the puckered area of his destroyed right eye 

making it look as though he had a large shiner and that the eye had swelled 

shut.



Appearance altered the one-eyed author stepped out onto the street slouching 

as much as possible to conceal his height.



Walking along the street toward the bulk of the commotion he paid attention 

to the cars parked along the street.



Finally finding the one he wanted he opened the door and started the car with 

the key thoughtfully left in the ignition by a man who had hurried to gawk at 

the grisly scene left behind in the alley by the explosion.



"Thanks chum, I'll bring it back with a full tank." Outlaw 1 quipped as he 

pulled away 

from the curb.



Pulling up next to the alley Outlaw 1 jumped out and helped an astonished 

Darth load the captive into the car.  Fortunately most of the people nearby 

were more interested in the gathering of emergency services vehicles in the 

distance.



Darth ran his hand along the upholstery, "Nice car. So where did you get it?"



"I stole it."



"No body saw you, right?"



"Nobody that knew what I was doing." Outlaw 1 replied.



Darth thought about this for a second. "Ok so what's the plan?"



Making a right turn, Outlaw 1 replied. "We're going clubbing."







**************







The pair drove through the city streets until they came to one of Tokyo's 

famous dance clubs that was just beginning to discharge it's revelers even 

though it mid-morning.



"Wow they sure know how to party hard here." Darth remarked as he watched 

drunken partygoers stumble through the streets.



"That is why we came." Replied Outlaw 1 as they exited the car their prisoner 

in tow.  "We are going to be just a couple of guys helping there drunk buddy 

home in a cab.









***********************









"I can't believe you did that."  Darth said with a disgusted look on his face 

and I can't 

believe what we are about to do."



Several hours had passed since the duo had made it to their hotel room with 

their prisoner.  A rather harsh interrogation had followed the captives 

return to consciousness.  The prisoner had finally broken and revealed 

himself to be an engineer who along with his buddies had seen the pair of 

authors while out shopping and decided to pick up some brownie points with 

their boss by capturing them and handing the pair over to their superior.



The man had been a wealth of information as he was involved in almost all of 

their 

enemies' plans.  They had learned where Chibi-Slacker and Andrew had only 

been taken that very morning from the cafe where they were to meet.  They 

also learned where the pair was being held, by virtue of the fact that the 

engineer had helped build only one holding cell.  This cell was located in a 

just recently occupied building and so it's defenses were not complete yet.  

Outlaw 1 had no idea why the enemy would build prisons before hardening a 

facility sufficiently but wasn't dumb enough to look a gift horse in the 

mouth, or any other orifice for that matter.



The engineers had been frightfully well equipped for a shopping expedition 

making the pair wonder if there were as yet unrevealed dangers upon this 

world.  Outlaw 1's bag had revealed three blaster pistols, a pair of 

vibro-knives, an assortment of grenades, and a thermal detonator.  Under 

questioning the captive had provided information on how all the devices 

worked including the make-shift charging unit that could recharge the power 

cells of the blasters from a wall outlet.  The pair had tested everything 

they could safely but were going to have to take the captives word on the 

workings of the thermal detonator.  The device was equipped with both a timer 

to set it in place and a dead man's switch in the form of a button located on 

top of the device that would detonate the explosive if it was released after 

being depressed.



The most disturbing thing though was the identity of their adversary.  He was 

none other than Thrawn.  The master tactician from Star Wars.  This version 

of Thrawn however had not come from the Star Wars universe however he was one 

of Andrew's characters who had made his way to this world by way of a 

Robotech/Rifts crossover.



Reasoning that the only way they would be able to rescue their friends was to 

strike before Thrawn knew of the disappearance of of his men they immediately 

set about making plans and gathering equipment for a rescue.



It was now one o'clock in the morning and their frantic work had led them to 

this point, standing in front of a manhole cover that led down into the Tokyo 

storm sewers.





*****************







Outlaw 1 and Darth made their way in silence under the sewers of Tokyo with 

grim 

expressions on their faces.  Both were incredibly tense knowing the almost 

impossible odds they faced to rescue their friends but they also knew that 

there was no choice in matter.



They were as prepared for the mission as possible both dressed in black 

jumpsuits with their faces darkened with black combat cosmetics. Both were 

also wearing rubber boots to try and keep the awful smelling water off there 

feet.



Outlaw 1 was carrying his signature 12 gauge Mossberg 500 with the stock 

folded 

hanging under his left arm. A Rube Goldberg suppressor made out of a 2 liter 

bottle filled with various things was duct taped to the end of the barrel and 

he had to take care that it didn't bounce off the Colt M1911A1 holstered 

halfway down his thigh on a tactical leg holster along with several magazines 

of ammunition for the pistol.  A bandoleer of various types of shotgunshell 

ran across his chest while a bulging pouch and seven inch long Cold Steel 

Recon Tanto rode his right hip.  A custom made Katana was strapped to his 

back angled to be drawn with the right hand the sheath covered by a large 

backpack full of essential supplies. He carried a captured blaster pistol in 

his left hand attached to his neck by a lanyard made of paracord.  In his 

right hand was a half unfolded map and a very high tech GPS device, strangely 

enough it was functioning perfectly despite them being below ground.  Perched 

on his head was a 3rd generation Russian night vision monocular originally 

designed to be worn by helicopter pilots who need to keep one eye free for 

there instrument panels. A black bandanna was tied around his head in a do 

rag.



Darth was similarly attired in Commando garb only with fewer weapons, relying 

on a 

captured blaster pistol in his right hand and a vibro knife sheathed 

vertically on the left side of his chest.  Across his back however was not a 

Katana but a chainsaw with a heavily modified muffler, to be used for opening 

stubborn doors, or stubborn people.  His hair was tucked under a baseball hat 

turned backwards, while a pair of night vision goggles covered his face. 

Oddly enough in his right hand was a lightweight folding aluminum ladder.



They hadn't gotten far when Outlaw 1 held up his right hand them motioned for 

Darth to top and stay still using an agreed upon silent signal.



Curious Darth ask in a low voice "What's wrong?"



Outlaw 1 studied the terrain ahead through his nightvision device "Something 

isn't right."



"What is it?" Darth replied.



Taking a closer look Outlaw 1 realized what had caused him to stop in the 

first place.  "The walls of the tunnel right here," he said gesturing towards 

an area on the wall, "they are too clean."



"What do you mean, Outlaw?"



"Every part of the tunnel except this four inch strip is covered with thick 

green lichen and mold this part is a different color on my NV gear, and there 

is a corresponding strip on the otherside."



"So what, so one part of the wall is a little cleaner than the others let's 

go," Darth 

responded in a peeved voice.  



Outlaw 1 slowly approached the suspect wall section as he did he exchanged 

the GPS and map in his right hand for a plastic squeeze bottle pulled from 

his belt pouch.  Pointing the bottle at the air just to the side of the wall 

he squeezed it sending a puff of chalk dust squirting out.  He watched in 

silence as a spiderweb of red beams was revealed in the dust.  "Laser alarm" 

he breathed.  "If you had crossed this we would probably have had a dozen 

Storm Troopers on our ass, or worse."



"Great, just great, how do we get by this little obstacle?" Darth asked.



Outlaw 1 looked around and then smiled as a plan came to him "Not around," he 

said "under."



Darth looked at the 12 inches of scummy water they had been wading through 

with 

disgust.  "Oh please God no." He muttered.



Outlaw 1's only response was a sickly grin as stripped off his pack and 

handed it to Darth.  Pulling out a twelve inch cyalume snaplight he quickly 

activated it and used some duct tape to attach it to the wall.  Using the 

light from the stick to work by he removed his monocular and put it into a 

plastic bag from his pack along with several other valuable electronic items. 

Motioning for Darth to do the same he attached both of the pack to the ladder 

with paracord and entrusted the contraption back to Darth.



Steeling himself Outlaw 1 knelt down in the water and drew his tanto as he  

moved toward the barrier Darth stopped him "Hey what if there are lasers 

under the water?"



"Water bends light," the one eyed biker replied.  Seeing the questioning look 

in Darth's eyes he gestured to the knife in his left hand, "If I had access 

to a lot of high tech shit I would think seriously about using monofilament 

wires where I couldn't use lasers."  Darth's face already distorted by 

camouflage paint and the yellow green light from the cyalume stick took on an 

even more sickly pallor.



Probing ahead with his knife periodically checking the blade for damage 

Outlaw 1 was finally satisfied that nothing fatal waited for him under the 

water but away his knife.  Taking a deep breath he slipped fully beneath the 

surface and made his way under the invisible laser beams.



Darth quickly passed the ladder with the packs attached under the water to 

him and after a few moments followed.



As Darth was taking his swim Outlaw 1 was getting re-equipped and after a few 

minutes both men were ready to continue.



Checking the GPS they were amazed to note that they only twenty feet from 

their 

destination.  Cautiously they made their way to the spot indicated by the 

little electronic device.



Working quickly they set up the ladder and as Outlaw 1 held it Darth scurried 

up with his pack in hand.  Once he reached the top he quickly set to work 

assembling the contents of his pack.  Working quickly Darth secured what 

looked like an empty picture frame to the roof of tunnel using yet more duct 

tape.  He then climbed down trailing a pair of thin wires behind him.  Outlaw 

1 carried the ladder back with him almost to the laser trap and left it 

standing there. They secured the packs to the side of the ladder facing the 

frame on the ceiling and Outlaw 1 removed a large 6-volt battery from his.  

"Are you ready?" he 

asked his partner, as they took cover behind the packs and ladder.



"I have been waiting for this since we made this stuff," the other author 

replied.  "Are you worried it won't work?"



"No." Outlaw 1 replied curtly.  "Now remember when we get inside we cover 

each other's back as we head for the stairs on the Southeast corner."



"Right," Darth replied, "Andrew and Slacker are being held in the basement 

will be 

coming up into the sub-basement, we make our way from our entry point to the 

Southeast stairs."



Outlaw 1 nodded, "From the Southeast stairs once we reach the basement we 

take the first door on the right.  At the end of the hallway the first door 

on the right leads to there is a door."



Darth clenched and unclenched his hands.  "Past the first door on the right 

there is a 

hallway, at the end of the hallway there is a door, through that door is the 

holding cell 

where Slacker and Andrew are being held."



Outlaw 1 finished the recitation, "Through that door is the cell where 

Slacker and Andrew are being held."



Outlaw 1 looked eye to eyes with Darth, they both nodded as one and Outlaw 1 

said the magic words: "GO GO GO!"



On the third shouted go Darth touched wires to the twin terminals on the 

battery.  In an instant an electrical charge traveled to the makeshift 

detonator in the home built linear breaching charge that the pair had made to 

blow through the foundation of the converted office building.



Before the smoke cleared the pair started running carrying the ladder between 

them.  

Reaching the hole in the ceiling they grounded the ladder and Shotgun in hand 

Outlaw 1 scrambled up into the light.  His partner Darth following as soon as 

he had cleared the hole.





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