Our spies intercepted the following article from Ryan Spickard at
atomikchicken@excite.com:

> "Heckler"  wrote in message
> news:5qqB5.3315$uq5.64426@news6-win.server.ntlworld.com...
>> 
>> Rob Dalton  wrote in message
>> news:39D5511F.64E2F35E@erols.com...
>>> [Fade to black as Chuck swings]
>>> 
>>> THE END
>> 
>> 
>> Whoa.
>> 
>> That was pretty cool dude, nicely written and quite amusing in places.
> :o)
>> 
>> But where was I?
> 
> No one cares about you. Go away.

As the ceremony drew to a close and those present rose to give a standing
ovation to the organisers, two figures, one short, one tall threw an angry
glance at the podium and stepped out into the night. A few metres from the
door, they stopped and waited. Shadowy figures, identical in height and
stature to the smaller of the the figures shuffled into view. In the
darkness of the night, no features were visible, but it was clear who they
were. Smiling, unseen, the shorter figure withdrew a small box from his coat
with a single button on its surface.

"This work at least, shall not be forgotten," he whispered softly as his
thumb came down on the button.

Suddenly, the street was illuminated with the light of a thousand suns as a
small explosive device, stashed in the podium, detonated. As the building
the ceremony was begin held in collapsed, the visages of the shadowy figures
were at last visible. A stranger to the area would have been shocked at the
resemblance between them, but any denizen of the land would have found the
sight chillingly familiar. 10 Boyd knights were arrayed around their leader,
awaiting his orders. As one, they ignited their lightsabres in a thunderous
snap-hiss.

"Finish them," came the emotionless order at last and with inhuman speed,
they dashed into the burning rubble. Wearing a cold, unfeeling expression
that hid the anger burning within him, Boyd strode in after them to survey
their work. there was blood everywhere and in the distance, gurgling cries
for help could he heard as the Knights chased down the last few survivors.
Only 3 figures were conspicuous by their absence, having been beamed out
nanoseconds prior tot he explosion by Boyd. The bodies of those who had not
escaped the destruction, however, were now appearing thick and fast as the
knights retrieved them, lining them up before their master. Surveying the
charred remnants of the nominees and awardees, Boyd fond the Baron's body.
still clutched in his hands were 3 Golden Star Destroyers. Bending down,
Boyd examined their inscriptions.

"I believe this is mine," he spoke softly, prying one from his hands. wiping
the blood off on his robes, Boyd turned and strode away, not once looking
back. He had what he came for.

And the night enveloped him.

Gavin stood for a while amidst the carnage, barely remembering to breath.
Shaking, he lowered himself to the ground and sobbed quietly for a few
minutes, giving water to the dead. Falling silent, his grief momentarily
under control, he stood and began searching the bodies, a brief search
revealing the one he sought. A flame grilled chicken breast, more edible
than any served by KFC, despite the green glow that still emanated from
within, was all that remained of Ryan.

"I'm sorry," he said, the barest hint of emotion seeping into his voice as
he desperately tried to control his anguish.  "I never meant..." he broke
off, his voice cracking and collapsed once more on the floor. It was several
hours before he left what remained of the building, or at least, he assumed
it was. Within that charnel house's walls, within the thick mortar of his
mind, he had found the passing of time to be an indeterminate and irrelevant
thing.

But where it had once been night, it was now day. A new day, a new dawn and
far in the distance, a new world was marching on to meet him. The battle
standard of the Boyd flying high above the approaching brigades, fluttered
in the breeze, an ominous omen, black as the birds that once had heralded
ill news.

And night fell upon the land.


-- 
Jonathan
AIM: BoydClone | STvsSW website: http://www.jboyd.co.uk/index.html

"The third is an enigma. Some say he can be turned, that he does not
believe  in what he fights for. Some say he is an idiot. Some say he
is mad. All we know is that his ancestral memories caused him to write
the heart-rending accountings of The Good Old Days, times he was not
alive to see (and those that were would like to forget)." - Liet Kynes





Rob Dalton watched the events from the safety of the nearby pocket dimension
he had been spirited to, grinning as he watched the event take place.
Finally, it had all been worth it; the agonizing months of preparation
culminated in this one moment.
It had been a plan forwarded by Major Tierce originally, hoping to instigate
the beginning of the end.  He pulled the strings deftly but the suspicion
was too great even then, and even after changing his name to try and hide
himself, it was inevitable.  So severe was his vanishing no one even seemed
to comment on it, as if he had been erased from existence.
In another time, Reid stepped up to continue his effort.  He moved farther
than Tierce ever had, bringing them that much closer to success.  Alas, he
too vanished.
It was a great risk; he knew he would be next if they failed, but Dalton
took the challenge upon himself.  And the plan reached fruition; the Golden
Stardestroyer Awards project succeeding in drawing out members of the Boyd,
and he watched with unhindered glee as he saw them snatch the awards and
return with it.
Soon it would begin.  Soon the award would spread its "clicking beetle"
virus into the Boyd collective.  And after that, chaos would descend upon
them, and the Boyd would be no more.

--
Chuck
http://www.sfdebris.com





Looking around in the remains of the hall, Phong staggered off, clutching
his side in pain. Watching a lone being vanish into the night, he shook his
head in sadness. Watching the Legions in the distance, he sighed and
teleported away, waiting to see the outcome. 

INT OP TITAN 
ACK 2240 -400 UTC TERRA
EFGD EDA3 GGC4 GHA4 45DG SDOP

RECONNET    ACK GREEN
TITANNET    ACK GREEN
MALLETTRAK  ACK GREEN

MULTIPLE BOYD FORMATIONS ADVANCING
ABNORMAL WEATHER PATTERNS FORMING

SD34 FFD4 GGFV SDET SGD2 GF33 GGS4 TAYR BRND 

ACK 

-- 
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phong 'phongfigsnugen' nguyen
   phong.nguyen@baka.usa.net | remove the 'baka'
   aim sn: JediPhong         | icq/www: too lazy

"My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
 To children ardent for some desperate glory,
 The old lie: Dulce et decorum est 
 Pro patria mori." Wilfred Owen
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Star Marshall Knopf saw that his old foe was advancing. So the time had
come, his fleet was still several weeks from arriving from the Capital
Galaxy. But he still had a small ground force ready, hidden in a secret
bunker.

He gave the signal, a single corp of Infantry moved onwards along with a
division of Light Tanks. And a single Brigade of Heavy Tanks.

Unfortunately he had not been positioned to properly meet the Boyds
advance. Someone else would have to slow the Boyd down long enough for
him to reach the battlefield...

-- 
Kyle Knopf
AIM: KyleJK82
Website: http://kylejk.homepage.com

 I am a firm believer in not attempting to convince people to change
their firmly held opinions, either they agree with me or they're an
idiot and therefore not worth convincing. -MikeJ




Just then, a batallion of Destroyer Droids mk. II teleported to the field
directly in front of the Boyd forces, in an attempt to slow them down.
Behind them, another batallion of hovertanks floated into position, and a
wing of droid starfighters blasted overhead to make strafing runs on the
Boyd grunts.

-Cray9000




Chuck  wrote in message
news:8r5fur$129u$1@newssvr05-en0.news.prodigy.com...
> Soon it would begin.  Soon the award would spread its "clicking beetle"
> virus into the Boyd collective.  And after that, chaos would descend upon
> them, and the Boyd would be no more.

Back at Boyd HQ, hidden deep inside Mount Everest.  The Boyd grunts, were
putting up a display case in Boyd's office ready for their masters
trophies..... which was quite hard work for Boyd grunts, they had no spirit
level and no drill.. the only way to make the holes was to bash the hooks into
the wall with their heads..... six hours and seven comatose grunts later, the
case was ready and just in time for Boyd's return.

'Get me a plaster,' he shouted as he entered 'these bloody things are sharp,
I've cut myself 4 times.'  Grunts scurried of to do their masters bidding.
Boyd carefully placed the trophies into the case and closed the glass door...
he allowed himself a smug grin as he went of to tend to his cuts......  As he
left the room, one of the trophies lit up from within, and a low thrum filled
the air... The computer on Boyd's desk, switched on and the contents of it's
hard drives were downloaded into the trophy. Seconds later the teraquads of
data safely stored within, the golden star destroyer sent out a brief homing
beacon for a nanosecond, powerful enough to cut through the miles of solid
rock above.  The signal was intercepted by a cloaked satellite in orbit and
re-directed to an innocent looking satellite dish, disguised as a sky digital
dish.... less than 3 seconds after being sent, the signal was decrypted and
identified.... and the process started.  Gavin Taylor, code name The Heckler,
punched a button on his phone.... two rings later it was answered.

'Hello'

'Chuck, the package has been delivered, starting retrieval now... do you have
the replacement ready?'

'Yes,'

'Transmitting co-ordinates now..... ok activate in 5....4...3...2...1... go.'

Back inside Boyd's HQ, the trophy appeared to shimmer for a moment then the
lights on it went out.

Back at his hidden base, stabbed at the phone button again.

'Yes?'

'Parcel received Chuck, we had a slight co-ordination glitch... transports
were out by a few microns... but shouldn't be anything to worry about.'

'Got it, Boyd's going to have a little surprise this evening... Remember to
always have a backup plan or a diversion... it will take 24 hours for the
virus to spread... Have to give Boyd something to occupy his mind until then.

'Hehehe. Should be quite a firework show... Heckler out.'

Heckler moved to his desk and set about downloading the huge amounts of data
from the shiny Golden Star Destroyer that he had just 'replaced' out of Boyd's
HQ... Brimming with complete tactical and scientific data on Boyd's entire
operation.... including a complete breakdown of his dna and cloning process.

Heckler grinned and turned on Sky news.... should be a breaking story in Nepal
very soon.......................

Heckler




Cray9000 wrote...

> Just then, a batallion of Destroyer Droids mk. II teleported to the field
> directly in front of the Boyd forces, in an attempt to slow them down.
> Behind them, another batallion of hovertanks floated into position, and a
> wing of droid starfighters blasted overhead to make strafing runs on the
> Boyd grunts.

Slicing through the space 1000 kilometres above the battlefield the _Big
Shot II_ moved above the war being raged on the surface. Its powerful
weapons array was useless as firing full powered weapons had a tendency to
kriff anything within a thousands of kicks of the impact site, regardless if
they were friend or foe (though Kyle was down there and he had the firepower
too....na) so he could not risk fire support against the Boyd legions.
Instead, the expanded hanger bay of the Sovereign class starship opened and
three dozen Federation tactical fighters with lighter anti-personal weapons
rather then ship killing weapons usually loaded on them. Piloted by Driods
and led by the Trollkiller MK II they swept towards the battlefield, where
the Boyd drones were overrunning the Destroyers despite numerous casualties.
'Flight, formation Gamma six. Attack pattern Beta one'. The 37 small
fighters knifed through the atmosphere above the shrine of the FAQ heading
for the biggest afterparty this side of the Troll wars of 97. levelling
above the capital they swept into flights in open hex formations, screaming
downtown to see the ground to the horizon _covered_ in Boyd clones. Keeping
at a mear 500 feet the fighters threw themselves at the front of the ranks,
dozens of proton mines and photon charges dropping from their hardpoints and
landing a few hundred meters in front of the first wave, leaving a barrier
that would at least slow the partycrashers. Chris brought the 'Killer' onto
a local roof pad near the light armour, getting into his medium powerarmour
suit and grabbing his personal 'superphaser'.
Checking the charge, he hit the 'Open' stud and walked out the hatch firing
his antigravs to get him down to ground.

-Chris O'Farrell




Kyle  wrote in message
news:39D784F5.F05B646B@Netzero.net...

> "Kyle" suddenly shimmers and Chris Realizes it had been a trick. From
> behind him a sudden hail of particle beams, lasers, plasma pulses and
> flechette clouds removed every limb from Chris's body. Kyle then beamed
> away and left Chris lying on the floor writhing in agony.

Laughing from the bridge of the _Big Shot II_ Chris watched the decoy roll
around in agony. Tracking Kyles transporter trace to his Personal fighter,
and beamed 30 tribbles into his cockpit.

-Chris O'Farrell




        The tribbles are promptly killed as Kyle opens his fighter to the
vacuum. Then he hits a little switch. The _Big Shot II_ promptly
explodes as dozens of gravitonic warheads, each powerful enough to
destroy a star, explode destroying the _Big Shot II_ not even leaving
rubble behind. (Borrowed from my STGOD character)

        Chris had barely escaped. He watched Kyle leave and fumed as he floated
through space in his space suit. Now he had to buy another new ship. He
turned and saw Kyle's Phantom fly towards him. Was Kyle going to give
him a ride, was the feud over? Then the cockpit opened Kyle extended an
arm to grab O'Farrell, Chris reached towards him. Then Kyle smiled, and
his arm mounted particle beam fired:) Chris watched as his limbs
spiraled away from him. Kyle just closed the cock pit and went to
Hyperspace. Chris still floated through space, thinking about what had
just happened. Would he learn his lesson? Or would Chris come back for
more?

-- 
Kyle Knopf

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