**Mini-Action** Under Attack!

Who: Keto-Brain-Bot, Tara
Where: Observation Deck
When: Just after losing track of the rebel medical team
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"I could have sworn that they went this way," murmured the Bot,
glancing around.
"This is the Observation Deck," said Tara, "It's not on the way to
the emergency call at all."
"Maybe I got a little turned around," admitted the Bot, "I think
one of my navigational chips is playing up a bit. I'll replace it
once we get back to our medi-b...what's that?"
"What's what?" asked Tara, turning to look towards where the Bot
was indicating with one of its automated arms.
Up in the stars overhead, something was moving.
"Maybe it's a ship?" wondered Tara.
"That's too big to be a Starbug or a Blue Midget," said the Bot, as
the object grew steadily larger, "And it's moving too quickly. Not
even Jay can get a Starbug to go that quickly...even in a planet's
gravitational field!"
Slowly, the shape grew bigger. It was then that Tara and the Bot
noticed that there were several of the shapes now becoming visible,
all converging on the two joined BDs.
"Umm...I think we ought to tell somebody about this, don't you,
Tara?" asked the Bot.
There was no reply. The Bot turned around to see Tara just
vanishing through the door on her way to alert somebody in the Drive
Room.
Just then, the speakers burst into life.
"Rebel vessels, this is the Imperial Fleet," said a voice that
brought to mind squirty flowers and giant shoes, "You are hereby
ordered to lay down your weapons, surrender yourselves and prepare to
be brutally and horribly tortured by our band of Killer Clown
Commandos."
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OOC: Well people, you heard the head of the clowns. They're coming
aboard. They're armed with meson rifles and ointment squirt guns
(the ointment in which turns whoever it hits into a ferret). And
they're clowns. What more nightmares do you need?
P.S. - Sorry Ben, wrote this one without you, but figured I'd make
the invasion pretty obvious. ;)