The Emperors Evacuate

Who: Keto, Cerebrum
Where: Death Jar / Warship
When: Just after God's missile went down the tube
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<< SNIP >>
Keto span, throwing his cloak around behind him, as he walked
triumphantly
back to the main contro, room, where he bragged about his victory to
cerebrum
over and over.
<< CHANGE SNIP >>
Inside the main reactor of the Death Jar a single missle detonated,
the explosion began ripping through the complex...
<< END SNIP >>
The Emperors glanced up as several very loud, very red, very
flashing alarms began to go off.
"Aren't those the 'Danger, Out Of Ice' alarms for the drinks
machines?" asked Keto after a second.
"Yes, they are," agreed Cerebrum, "Now, as I was saying..."
"Sirs!" announced a clown, skidding into the room, "Those alarms
are indeed the drinks alarms, but due to cut-backs we had to re-wire
them..."
"So they don't mean we're out of ice?"
"No, sir!"
"Well, thank God for that. I could use a nice, cool drink right
now."
"My Lords, there's a missile heading down the exhaust tube that's
going to blow up the entire Death Jar!"
Keto and Cerebrum glanced at each other.
"I think I'll hold off on that drink," murmured Keto slowly, as he
absent-mindedly pulled out a meson rifle from beneath his cloak and
shot the clown lackey.
"Hold on," interrupted Cerebrum, "If you had that rifle, why did
you go through that sword-fighting you were telling me (at great
length, might I add) about? Why didn't you just shoot the guy?"
"Where would be the fun in that?" queried Keto, "Anyway, we need to
get out of here. And I mean now."
"Right you are," agreed Cerebrum, and hit a button on one of the
nearby consoles.
-- Outside The Death Jar --
Suddenly, a relatively small chunk of the giant war machine was
outlined in fire for a brief second as several bulkhead slammed into
place and blew up the surrounding sections. Of course, this killed
hundreds of mimes and clowns, but the Emperors were nothing if not
insane. This large chunk drifted for a moment, then fired up several
engines, scorching the surface of the Death Jar and killed hundreds
more clowns and mimes.
The vessel, for that is what it was, pulled away from the Death Jar.
"Right," murmured Emperor Keto, cracking his knuckles, "There are
two mining ships and a small fleet of fighters against us, while we
have a small fleet of fighters and one warship."
"Betting is now open," nodded Cerebrum.
"I'll bet you my next seven clown commandos that we can destroy at
least one of those mining ships before their fighters can destroy our
fighters. You lose, I get fourteen mimes."
"Fourteen!? Those clowns are not worth two mimes apiece!" argued
Cerebrum.
"Fine, ten then," sighed Keto, "Ready the ointment cannons, meson
cannons, clown deployment units, defensive mime field and espresso
machine. I need my caffeine."
Several clowns and mimes, the Emperors' personal guard, as it were,
leapt into action.
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OOC: We're not dead yet! >:)