Well, here's another one. You should 
probably read the first couple if you aren't 
familiar with them. They're @ 
http://www.angelfire.com/anime/Slacker

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"Down Payment"

Yet ANOTHER Revenge fic.

By: Slacker (r_heins@yahoo.com) 
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    Andrew paced the room they were stuck in. 
Chibi-Slacker was huddled in the corner, 
twitching and muttering "Bad bunny. Bad 
bunny.". The 'Bun-bun episode' had managed to 
actually affect his massive store of sarcasm. 

    (On a good note, even Chibi-Usa's hairstyle 
wasn't immune to Bun-bun. What even Nair could 
not accomplish, Bun-bun did: He changed Chibi-
Slacker's hair. It was now in a simple ponytail 
and only shoulder-length.) If Chibi-Slacker 
had been capable of rational thought, he'd 
would have cheered. In this situation, that was 
the only thing keeping him from catatonia.

    Andrew finally got sick of the constant 
muttering and decided to fix the problem, in 
the most expedient way: massive violence. He 
grabbed Chibi-Slacker and slammed him against 
the wall repeatedly while screaming into his 
face. "Snap out of it!"


    Chibi-Slacker blinked.

    "What the hell did you do that for!" He 
demanded.

    "I got sick of your muttering!"

    "Yeah, you ain't the one who had Bun-bun 
take out his anger at missing the thong episode 
of Baywatch on!"

    "Oh, yeah! Well who's fault is it that we're 
here in the first place! Huh? Answer me that!"

    "Actually, that's mine. Wanna make something 
of it?" A voice said from by the door. They 
turned to see Nemesis standing by the door. He 
had something in his hand.

    "I've got a deal for you. If you do this, 
you go free. No strings, no conditions." He 
continued.

    "What?" They chorused.

    "Ever read Private Bet #8? You're gonna make 
Shade a happy man." With that, Nemesis threw 
what was in his hands towards Andrew, who 
reflexively caught it (dropping Chibi-Slacker on 
his butt).

    As Andrew lifted up the items, he stared. 
Chibi-Slacker spoke up. "Is that leather? Not 
much to it, is there?"

    Andrew finally managed to gasp out "Naga 
wears more than this!"

    Nemesis smirked. "I know."

    Chibi-Slacker started laughing.

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    Pluto spewed her sake all over Urd. 

    "I'm gonna kill him! That little bastard!"

    Urd slowly wiped the sake off of her face.

    "Why? So it's a leather thong. A rather 
small one, but it's no big deal." Q inquired.

    "Because it's MINE! I had to have that thing 
custom made! You don't want to know how 
expensive it was!"

    The other three just stared at her in shock.

    "And Minako-chan loved the way I looked in 
it, too. Now I'll have to get a new one." Pluto 
muttered. "At least he didn't get the whip, 
too."

    The other three fainted; Q and Xelloss with 
nosebleeds, while Urd just had a happy smile.

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    "Don't laugh. He's getting off easy. I pity 
you." Nemesis continued.

    Chibi-Slacker's laughing cut off with a 
gurgle and a thud as his legs gave out.

    Nemesis smirked. "Overfiend, my friend. 
Overfiend."

    *BLAMBLAMBLAM* Nemesis dropped to the ground 
as three large splotches of blood blossomed on 
his chest. Chibi-Slacker stared at the Desert 
Eagle in his hands. 

    "I'll be damned. THAT'S how they do it." He 
murmured in shock. He blinked a few seconds and 
came back to life. He looked over at Andrew. 
"Well. You gonna do it?"

    "Hell, no. I have my self-respect. Even in 
this body." Andrew replied as he threw 
the...garment on Nemesis' body. "He can destroy 
the world, and gets taken out by a spore with a 
gun. That's pretty pathetic. Can you tell me 
what's wrong with that picture?"

   "He's not dead. Just out of action. He's an 
Animate basically, remember? He can't be killed 
permanently. Now let's leave before he wakes up. 
There's got to be a way out of this hellhole 
around here somewhere."

    As they exited the room, Nemesis began to 
twitch. It took a few minutes before he could 
muster the strength to whisper "Now, I'm mad. 
That little shit's gonna pay. Screw Thrawn's 
grand plan."

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    "So, what do we do now?" Andrew asked as 
they ran.

    "We get the hell out of here. Let's try that 
door." Chibi-Slacker replied.

    "Why that one?"

    "It's convenient." Chibi-Slacker replied 
with a shrug. "And I've got a hunch."

    "Ain't no way in hell I'm going in that 
door." Andrew stated emphatically.

    "Wuss. What's the worst that can happen?" 
Chibi-Slacker goaded as he opened the door. 
Andrew hit the floor. (He knew something bad 
always happened after any statement like that.)

    "Holy... Shit. I've hit the mother load." 
Chibi-Slacker said in a happy voice.

    "What?" Andrew looked up. "Wow. That's a lot 
of guns."

    "Think they'll mind if we `borrow' a few?" 
Chibi-Slacker said with a grin.

    "Probably not." Andrew's grin was just as 
large.

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    "You know, that trick with subspace is 
cool." Andrew remarked as they continued on 
their run. (Having emptied the arsenal.)

    "I prefer the term `Mallet-space.' But it is 
useful. Who would have thought that it was that 
easy?" Came the reply.

    Andrew's response was cut off as they came 
around a corner to see two figures standing in 
the hallway. His response was near-
instantaneous. He pulled out a BIG rifle. Chibi-
Slacker pulled out a Desert Eagle.

    Both figures immediately raised their hands 
in surrender. 

    "WHOAH! FRIENDS HERE!" One of them yelled. 

    "I know that voice...Outlaw?" Chibi-Slacker 
called.

    "Yup. Me and Darth here know the way out. 
Follow us."

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    "Well, that was a most... interesting 
strategy. What was the goal? Let them know just 
who exactly their enemy is, then let them 
escape. Brilliant." Thrawn's voice was extremely 
cold.

    "Hey, the spore shot me three times! I 
thought you said he couldn't pull the `Weapon 
from Nowhere' Technique!" Nemesis protested.

    "Apparently, he can. It's immaterial now. 
Because of your screw-up, a change of strategy 
is necessary. We need some new pieces on the 
board."

    "'New pieces'? Who?"

    "Hi, there. Nice planet. Hopefully, we won't 
blow this one up." 

    Nemesis turned to look at the person who had 
spoken. He groaned. "You brought in them?"

    "The Lovely Angels have a perfect success 
rate. They were an obvious choice. And they were 
responsible for obtaining Slacker originally. 
They still bear a grudge against him and wished 
to see this through."

    "Great. Who else you gonna bring in?" 

    "Him." Thrawn pointed behind Nemesis, who 
turned and saw a very large, weapon festooned 
figure.

    "Hi, there." Nemesis said without looking. 
There's no way I can change your mind, Thrawn?"

    "None."

    "Great. Hey, Hunter, right? First things 
first. Lose the plasma weapons. We want them 
hurting, not dead. And the grenades, and the 
plastique, and the graser, and the..."

    Thrawn sighed. This was going to take a 
while.

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Author's thingie:

    Well, it's another one. How many of you want 
to hurt me? 

    Wow. That's a lot of hands. Cool! I'm 
flattered!

    As you can probably guess from the fic, this 
baby is going to be around for a while. How long 
is a while? Until we get bored with it. Don't 
hold your breath. (Or do, but don't blame me 
when you pass out.)

Ja Ne!
Slacker