Incoming!!!

[Zillatain]

What...?

They're in the same place. On the ship called... "The Steavy Steave" ... imaginative...

Auto-(can)non turrets appear as if from nowhere and lock onto The Steavy Steave. A barrage of dangerously shaken Slurm cans are fired at the ship at a very high rate.

*Elsewhere*

The RedBull is on a hill stomping on the shards of the Kool-Aid Man's glassy carcass while snorting loudly. The hill is now coated with the copious red fluid that burst forth from the Kool-Aid Man's fragile body. And everybody on the hill is covered head to toes in it as well. Surprisingly, it tastes vile.

[Ross_Varn]

Shadow Ross, now covered head to foot in the substance, is dripping slowly. From inside. As he rises off the ground. Again. How did that happen?

He takes personal offence at RedBull's attack and smacks it upside the head, then realizes that it might very well be it's own worse enemy. Darting away from it's attention, he snatches up a very large piece of glass pitcher and congeals behind it, creating a mirror through some inexplicable breaking of the laws of science.

RedBull dashes straight for it's bright red reflection, crashes through the pane, and goes sailing off a very large hill, snorting loudly. "And stay out!" Ross shouts after it. It impacts a moment later- and bounces.

A few hours later, the moon explodes.

Ross congeals back into human form and kicks a shard away, then summons the power of the ALMIGHTY GOD OF CRAFTING MINE and begins to construct a pub atop the hill.

[Galaxy Hunter]

"Somebody call for an exterminator?"

GH materializes on the battlefield in a suit of Ghost armor from Starcraft. He has been beyond the boundaries of the universe, half alive and half... something else.

He looks at the Steavy Steave.

"Free beer!"

*Activates Cloaking system*

End of Line

[Funky Honky]

::Looking blearily around::

Did I see something? Eh, whatever.

::goes back to drinking::

[Ross_Varn]

Ross looks up from his newspaper atop the recently constructed Tower of Baymelon. He stands and looks down at the hill, searching for the source of the voice. Hmm...

[Steave]

"Sir!"

"Mr. Steave?"

"Party light just activated sir!"

"That means ..."

"Guests enroute with intent to drink sir!"

"Very well. Show them on the screens Mr. Steave"

"Sir! I already am Sir!"

"The monitor is blank Mr. Steave."

"Sir. Yessir!"

"Oh ... damn."

[Galaxy Hunter]

GH races down the battlefield towards the magical location that offered free beer when he paused. He felt the skin on the back of his neck crawl. He turned and saw a well-dressed man with short gray hair in a black suit walking slowly toward him, his eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. When he saw GH turn to face him he spoke.

"Mr. Anderson! Surprised to see me?"

"Uh, yeah actually, didn't I kill you over the Maw of the Void?"

"No, you merely set me free of the all-knowing collective, and you robbed me of my purpose, and of course as we all know..."

"Don't tell me," GH groaned, noticing the other Smiths stepping out of the shadows. "You're here to take my purpose away, skip to the part where I start beating the crap out of you."

The Smiths leaped into the air to engage in hand-to-hand combat, but GH was a master of many martial arts, and soon the battlefield was littered with broken bodies as Smith after Smith had the ever-living tar pounded out of them. The air began to shimmer as GH's psionic abilities flared, and if anything the rate at which he beat up the Smiths increased.

But more kept coming...

Meanwhile the other combatants watched with vague amusement as several men-in-black rushed a completely empty area of the field only to be thrown up, down, back and forth and then tossed away from the spot they were trying to reach. Only when a spike of visible blue energy spiked out from the odd mosh pit and pierced one of the mens' shoulders did they suspect something odd was going on...

End of Line.

[Funky Honky]

Finally! A real chance to see how well things are functioning!

::Funky puts down his chips and beer and flashes away from in front of the screen::

Alright, let's see if this works...

::He reappears directly next go Mr. Anderson. Plunging his fists towards the ground suddenly hundreds of fleshy protuberances launch out from his back and sides. Each lands directly around the neck of the Mr. Smiths around him, and deftly snap their neck. Just as quickly it's simply Funky and Mr. Anderson standing in an empty field::

Sweet.

::He then turns towards Galaxy Hunter::

Wanna spar?

[Galaxy Hunter]

"Sure thing."

Mr. Anderson, alias GH, phases through space to a rock ledge fifteen feet away and draws a field of blue-white energy into a ring around himself. It sprouts multiple combat tendrils which curl protectively around their owner, hovering waist-high awaiting his mental commands.

He isn't finished however, as a semi-transparent protective bubble springs into existence inches from his skin. His skin and hair crackle with electricity and his eyes begin glowing a soft white.

He turns to Funky Honky and grins.

"Your move." he says.

End of Line.

[Steave]

"Sir!"

"Mr. Steave?"

"Party light deactivated sir!"

"... ... ... Oh ... Good ... I guess"

"Sir?"

"I just need a moment Mr. Steave."

"Sir! Yessir!"

[Funky Honky]

Pretty slick there man, this should be fun.

::With a snap of FH's wrist the rock ledge GH is standing on is no longer attached to the mountain and commences to tumble towards the surface of the... whatever the heck it is we're on. FH then proceeds to disappear with a sound not altogether different from the GAWK of a marching snare::

Your move.

[Galaxy Hunter]

GH plumets for a few feet before his energy tendrils snap to his back and merge, forming a pair of massive, blue-white, diaphanous wings. Beating slowly they hold him steady over the field of play.

"That is a wonderful trick, but you'll need more than that to take me down. Ready or not here it comes!"

He raises his hands and his aura flares bright white. Beams of light shoot from his palms and strike the air, energizing and magnetizing the molecules. Water condenses in the sky, faster and faster, rapidly building up into a towering black thunderhead which flashed from within with spikes of lightning. Whirling in the air GH points one hand up in the air and the other at the last point he'd seen FH. Liquid plasma flows down from the sky, contacting GH's aura, allowing him to feed off of it. He greedily sucks in the power, replenishing his energy reserves. He begins glowing a soft gold in the fading light. What's left over of the lightning flows out of his other hand and hits the ground where FH stood, chaining out and following the distortion ripples left by his teleportation, searching for his exit point.

End of Line.

[Steave]

GAWK!

"Visitor on deck sir!"

"I can see that Mr. Steave. Ahh Funky Honky. I had a feeling you might return however my ship does not have a revolving door policy. Mr. Steave?"

"Sir?"

"Employ the teleport ricochet device Mr. Steave."

"Sir. Yessir!"

GAWK!

[balthazar]

Balthazar strolls up behind one of the Steaves with a rock glass full of what appears to be Whisky Sour held in one hand. He takes a sip, grimmacing with pleasure at the taste, and waves at the dueling GH and FH.

"So who do you think will win?"

[Steave]

"Hmm? Oh hello there. Ah well that all depends on if the TRD does in fact return FH back to his point of origin as my calculations dictate or if the device scatters his atoms to the far corners of the universe. Either way he is in trouble but lets not forget the chair's designer is Zill. None of his 'inventions' are predictable. Also, should you be here? The Captain is a bit tetchy about uninvited visitors at the moment. You've brought you own beverages I see. That'll help. The old rusty ute, filled with chickens in cages, blaring hill billy banjo music, which you seem to have parked in the middle of the science department will, however, not."