Chip Chap (Registered User)
The Dark Shadow Enigma story thread- part four

While everyone in the Acorn Cafe was busy congratulating themselves on 
beating the soldiers, the giant radioactive fish, the Elmyra clones, 
a trio of maniacal minions, and most of the home-made ninjas that Clawdia 
had cooked up... The Dark Shadow Enigma was auctioning off weapons of 
mass destruction to the Rescue Rangers worst enemies.

The Dark Shadow Enigma (motioning to a large metal rod):  And next we 
have a massive rare-earth electromagnet capable of ripping iron-rich 
magma out of the planets core... excellent for mining, stealing precious 
metals, pulling aircraft carriers off course, or erasing stored data on 
orbiting satellites... just be sure not to carry any paperclips in your 
pockets when this baby gets turned on.

Nimnul (standing next to a giant death-ray, a pocket-sized earthquake 
generator, a thin slab of gravity-nullifying Cavorite, and can of 
lethally-concentrated chocolate sauce): I'll keep it in mind... 
I bid two million.

Chlordane (with a box of self-replicating robots, a ceramic internal 
combustion engine, a magnetic polarity neutralizer, and a singularity bomb): 
You fool! I bid ten million!

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What will happen to the Ranger's home city when the villains are finished 
loading up on weapons? 
Will Zipper be able to warn anyone about what is happening? 
Will the folks at the Cafe wonder why all those bad guys were attacking 
them and basically wasting their time?
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The J.A.M. (Registered User)
And now, the obligatory Meanwhile...

[...unWARP!!!]

Good evening.

*******

Silence.

Darkness.

And moreover, no fighting.

The Incredible Black Panther was thus sleeping. And since he was sleeping, 
his adrenaline levels dropped, meaning that...

[...demetamorphosise...]

...he was now a normal anthropomorphic jaguar once more.

The J.A.M. awoke.

And he felt rather sore.

"Ouch," he thought. "I usually don't feel like this unless I've been at the gym--"

And then he noticed that his t-shirt had been stretched, so that it almost 
looked like a night shirt.

"Odd, how did *this* happen?"

He was about to ask the other patrons of the Coffeehouse--

--when he noticed that he *wasn't* in thhe Coffeehouse.

Slowly, it all came to him. Though the last thing that he remembered was 
being strangled by an Elmyra clone and suddenly feeling queazy in the stomach.

But no matter. If he was still in the Dragon Planet, all he had to do was 
retrieve his cell phone and his GPS and he'd know exactly where he--

His kangaroo pouch was *gone*.

Drat. That would mean that he would have to ask for directions. 
He then thought he heard some noise nearby.

He padded toward the sound, and saw that it was some sort of auction going on.

He went up to the first guy he saw and asked, "Excuse me, do you know where 
I can find a phone---um--and a bathroom?"

*******

Until next time, remember:

I AM THE J.A.M.

Good evening.

[WARP!!!]
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AH-64 Apache (Registered User)
 operation "Watch Tower"

with 2 choppers flyinh high altitude watch, the remaining 3 take off once 
again and land on a building roof top near by the Cafe and began the long,
bore'in deal of "Operation Watch Tower", waitin and watchin for more trouble,
not knowing about the auction and the destruction it will cause when the 
Rangers' villains come out to play.....
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