Hardcore Lulzists: Part 2

Entry posted by hapapants December 28, 2014

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Part 1:

http://forums.cybernations.net/index.php?/blog/925/entry-4186-hardcore-lulzists-part-1/

Hardcore Lulzists: Part 2

The streets once bathed in pink were quickly overwhelmed in a sea of flashing blue lights. One-hundred cruisers and three-hundred uniformed men swarmed around the corner, taking up positions up-and-down the street.

Out of the sea of uniforms, a burly, bald man slammed a car door and walked to the front of the formation. He was not a tall figure, but he was extremely well built. His thick stature made him stand out from the rest of his blue-uniformed companions. As he was handed a megaphone, he seemed uncomfortable - a feeling exacerbated by a uniform a few sizes too small.

"This is Sheriff Djaboo of the N.p.O. You are under arrest for the illegal distribution of tech. We have you surrounded. Please come out with your hands in the air."

Inside the building, Hershey furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "N.P.O.?!" She shouted back, "The <censored>, I thought we made peace with you guys-"

He was cut off by a visibly frustrated Dabjoo.

"It's lower-case 'p' you <censored>!" he screamed back.

The sheriff quickly snapped his head to his officers.

"They probably won't go peacefully, get ready to storm the front."

The 300 NpO officers were silent. A couple of heavy sighs were heard, but all were prepared to do their duty. Rifles were brought forward, firing positions were taken, and armored personnel quietly approached the face of the old strip-club. Djaboo briskly walked to the back of the firing line.

"Where's the S.W.A.T. commander?" He barked.

A man head-to-toe in body armor rushed up to Djaboo. His face and other distinguishing features were covered by his helmet and goggles, yet the less-armored portions of his body seemed unusually thin for a professional.

"S.W.A.T. commander Tywin present, my Emperor."

He folded his arm under his chest and deeply bowed his head.

"I am ready serve you my lord. We will punish and purge these haute-lulzists who sow the seeds of such chaos and destruction in our city. We will purge the forces of parasitism from-"

Djaboo let out an angry grumble.

"For the last time Sergeant, I am NOT your Emperor," he growled, "I am your superior officer. You will address me as 'sir' or 'Sheriff,' understand?"

"Sir, yes, Emperor sir!" shouted Tywin, almost fanatically, as he knelt to the ground.

"Oh for <censored>'s sake..." muttered Djaboo. "Whatever. Start the operation Sergeant."

Tywin bowed his head. At a quick motion of his hands, seven fully-armored S.W.A.T. personnel all quickly packed into a black-armored van. Tywin quickly jumped into the back, and the van slowly crawled away from the building.

Sheriff Djaboo sat behind the barricade of police cars, scoping the scene through his pair of binoculars. A tall, blue-eyed officer approached him from the side.

"Sherrif, are you sure it's OK to entrust this operation to Sergeant Tywin?"

"Oh, Lieutenant Starfox. Don't worry about it. The Seargent may be a bit... unusual... but he has his talents... excuse me for a minute..." muttered Djaboo, as he returned to his binoculars, "...just start the operation when Tywin is in position."

The young Lieutenant bore a worried look on his face, as he returned to his squad car. He looked down the street, and saw the black van in position, 300 meters down the street from the side of the building. Starfox picked up the radio receiver.

"Start the operation, impact in 10 seconds. God help the New Polar Order."

The street was silent except for the sound of an ignition. The lights of the black van flickered on, and it screeched to a start. The lumbering 3-ton vehicle reached 25 miles-per-hour as it careened towards the side-wall of the building.