The Incorporateds

By Charles Duncan

Episode 5.0 "Attack of the Hot Green Ninjas"

Note: in this story, there are tales of drug dealers, one of the worst
kinds of scum in any universe. I do not condone drug use, I do condone
treatment and prevention for addicts.... and long sentences for those who deal in
drugs.... and are aware of it. please use discretion.

Prologue of an angry Commander


With the Neverrest fixed up once more and on its way, Wilson was being kept this
time from the controls of the Neverrest as Speedster took a crack at flying it
until someone better could come. Not that coincidentally being there to fight
Cornball prior to his most recent dying of natural causes wasn't good for it
saved a farm. But then, there were worse worlds without air, without water and
especially even some without ground and a lot of crushing gravity that Casey
didn't feel Wilson should be trucking near without a load of practice. And
Speedster, in the interim, was doing a good job.
Halifax and Casey were convinced Wilson was losing it IN THE FLYING BIZ and had
to watch the pilot room when Speedster was flying to make sure Wilson didn't
show him something that would allow them to crash instead of landing carefully
and calmly. And while Casey and Halifax were watching the EV talk shows and
calling in that the Interviewer was causing too much hostility and would he
QUIT IT BEFORE he HURT himself but good with a guest's chair on his head, Wilson
had to go find something else to do on his lonesome by trying to see if anything
on the ship needed maintainance or something. At least if he couldn't work on
flying the ship he still could keep the darned thing running.
Wilson's home away from home on board the NEVERREST (The kitchen was his
bedroom) was a repair region below the main hall where things that wore out
could be remanufactured at will or megaported replacements could be delivered
via Ethispace. But in the middle of the room which seemed anachronistic was a
simple mega-reinforced card table where things could be sat on it and examined
closely for minor damage such as wiring and plumbing and yes, even the kitchen
sink when it was cracked and leaking and had been torn out wholly with a yank of
Wilson's cybernetic arm strength.
Wilson, currently tuning to the ER music station (Ethi-radio) to listen to some
soft jamming and ripping of Catican rock & roll (Something that made Dranwell's
ears hurt because it wasn't COUNTRY MUSIC AT ALL!) as he began to check on the
alarm subsystem board with a microscopic EV scanner. It was about the only thing
that was busted during the last crash of the Neverrest other than the dishes but
it was importune for he knew all to well with Megaporters allowing misguideds to
board ships without airlocks or glass tubes that security must be kept up. And
with his cyborg arm's microfine adjustments more careful than even human or
humanoid fingers he could make this thing work if given time and his loud music
undisturbed. As a nanoprobe that seemed to vanish to a point beyond visibility
did testing and soldering was used on the alarm system (almost needing repairs
because it was almost as old as Wilson himself) the interruptance was on right
in the middle of a song.
It was Commander Dranwell with his daily State-of-the-Frontier news which was
still on despite being jammed with a banning signal from Dogelia and protests he
made too much fun of some singers who died tragically by insulting their band
and the people whom gave birth to them. Wilson's probe impaled the alarm
computer board and made it unworkable from the rage. But actually, Dranwell was
not about to insult any more tragically dead singers for he lost more sponsors
being boycotted that way.
"This is a story of horror and intrigue, fair viewers who don't listen to pets
wearing shorts.", said Dranwell's voice, bold once again despite his prior
embarrasment of assisting a known felon's getaway and having him deshelled to
his underwear out of rage from a dog he once owned badly. "Your fair presidar is
in moaning today, boo hoo hoo, because her kid Farisann is GONE once more!
Kidnapped by the fine fiends from Green Danube en route to the country known as
Caffinetree... no, Coughatree, no.. well, anyway, the kidnappers, a mysterious
group known as the Green Danube or something, this ninja clan who deals drugs I
think, took her as she flew from the New-Japan region to the New-Colombia region
on the last leg of her journey as the pilots witnessed and barely lived to say
the tale, and has sent no ransom but the clan said she's held off-world a LONG
way from the sunny shores of her old world. And all because she said in an
public service announcement that Drugs are evil, cruel things that kill you if
you overdose! Well, Well! Aren't you glad at least those SCE
creeps ain't got her this time? I personally am glad she's gone! No more kids,
no more books, no more leeches and dirty...."
That was ENOUGH of that as Wilson sadly had to kill his own ER with a blast of
pure noise flinging it across the room.
"Forgive me, old friend, but I couldn't let any more poisonous stuff come out of
you from that Dranwell character. I hope you rest in peace and he rests in
hell.", Wilson said sadly as his thoughts darkened about Ann being captured and
made a victim once more. If any of what Dranwell said was truth it was sad for
Ann should learn to fight back against this sort of thing and not rely on others
to save her from peril. And sad for Dranwell for he didn't even care. Well,
those last few products his radio show will hear from the Presidar soon enough
and have to pull out just to stay afloat, now will they?
Wilson had to tell the pair upstairs just what was going on. Ann should be a
free soul and not held captive by anyone, no matter what her station in life.
And the Incorporateds, one way or another, would have to insure Ann's safety
from these perilous cruel kidnappers......
Whom a real, HONEST news program hastily apologizing for the Insensitive monster
previously raving on and on and being carted off with much effort due to the
armor's resistance mentioned that Ninjas were involved and no, they weren't the
clan that was the good kind....

Chapter One bad day on the wrong side of bed

A stranger awoke within a mystical temple on the planet Kai Wathacan, unaware
who she was before and why, and any attempt to remember who she was was met with
an jolt of pain. All she could remember was what she had become and even seeing
a face previously familiar could not break the veil of amnesia something within
her was pushing on her conscious. It was one of those Japanese style beds she
arose from and a bathrobe-like kimono was what she found herself wearing. But
she knew not to try to wonder what she was before. For it was the morning sun
and it was time to leave to the courtyard.
Her clothes were laid out for her and it was this masked jumpsuit with an
hair-net in back. Somehow, she couldn't help herself but change behind a curtain
into it and leave, looking back into the mirror and wondering if she shouldn't
be somewhere else. And getting a shock for her trouble.
Others joined her seemingly acting the same way as if being anything else was
hurting them too. And all her conscious could do was simply go with them or be
zapped senseless. But somehow, her subconscious would find out her mind was
being hijacked this way. And it'd find a way to fight back somehow.
Inside the courtyard as the sun arose, many male and females wearing the
official garb of the New-Japan clans association but tainted Green or Red in
defiance of law and sanity stood as their sensei came forth grinning at his
flock. It was no ninja himself, at least not garbed like the rest, but ninja he
was. And his name couldn't say he was Japanese descent for his name was Carp.

It was no surprise to the brainwashed bunch standing still out there in the
rising sun by the dozens that a SCE Independent warlord was out there, wearing
an odd garb that had a spanish flair to it somehow and a pervasive fish theme.
They couldn't HELP it as their minds was constantly in a state of total
obedience and programming.
If anyone had been in their right mind, they would have seen that the sharp
shuriken most Ninjas flung out at their victims were in a fish design for Carp's
perusal. A stick that was strapped to his back in a sheath for easy pulling out
and whacking someone with was carved with fish and instead of a mask he had a
funny lampshadish thing over his nose and face made of see-through silk. His
clothing was traditional samurai, though without all the gauntlets and armor for
Carp felt HIM too good a master to have his butt kicked by penetrating arrows
and swords. And besides, the rather silly butt-bag serving as a belt a old man
named Cornball gave to him one day before Cornball found out Carp's clans were
drug dealing jerks was heavy enough with the credit and debit cards filled with
a illegally obtained credit line that would have made any billionaire jealous. A
line, in fact, paved with misery and death of his cruelly made-so addicts.
It wasn't bothering him that his clan had in its latest run to help make Carp's
mercenary accounts thicker had taken the Daughter of the Presidar. What could
anyone in the Frontier do? They wouldn't lift a finger without money in
advance. And if the Justiceers did a raid once finding this place out? Where
would they find the lost Ann? Nowhere and perhaps right under their noses, even
the drugs would be out of their sight in places the Justiceers would not know
about.
But one threat had become vocal recently against the schemes of the Green Danube
and that was a minor threat to all for they didn't think like cops, crooked or
not. He may have been isolated from most of the world for safety's sake, but not
from its news channels. And so he addressed this group in an foreign language he
knew his latest ninjas would understand now all too well, but to hear it said it
will be translated for your benefit via subtitling.

"You of the Green Danube, I shall have noted that your numbers have swelled just
now again this day. But it does not matter to you what you rookies have lived in
your past, it will be gone. For I need you as you are now in the present and in
the future. As mine to control for a mission that will not smuggle drugs across
hostile justice-full regions this day. A evil has come to this dojo, this temple
and is threatening the harmony we have brought forth and the booty I have saved
up from your previous efforts. There is a clan of beings known as the
Incorporateds who said that what our clan does is worse than the SCE's who I was
once a member of but my butt was kicked out for my lifestyle that addicts and
kills innocent people horribly. And they must be slain dishonorably by one of
you!"
"So whom among you is strong and brave enough via mind control to do this foul
deed and doesn't remember what I said yesterday to the clan?"
Only the new lady ninja with a case of forced amnesia came forth. Much to her
own surprise as her new conscious would allow her to think.
"Speak your name, rookie ninja and do the deed as the rest of the clan shall
assist you in doing."
Somehow, this ninja with forced boldness talked her peace in a lie that Carp was
putting her through.
"I am Tasik..Tasiko, a fierce warrior who will do your deed, o ignoble sensei!
Your task shall be carried out against this clan if you show me who and where
they are! They will be destroyed."
Looks like the cerebral reprogramming I stole from Cornball did work, Carp
thought.
"It is an ignoble and dishonorable thing you do and a rewardable thing. You will
be escorted to the clan's place to carry out your mission and If you can't do
it, die trying then."
"Farewell.", she said as a pair of ninjas came to show her back to the private
skycraft where she was forced out earlier in what was rapidly becoming another
lifetime. A more pleasant and peaceful lifetime she couldn't remember no matter
how she tried...
"As for the rest of my ninjas who have not met the criteria for this mission,
you can " (now speaking in spanish) "Bugger off and return to your normal
chores and addicting KIDS to DEATH and ME to PROSPERITY!!!!!"
They all left, some jerkily as their subconsciousnesses kept trying to free
themselves to no avail and a lot of electric sparkings....

Chapter Two people I have got to tell about the world

Casey and Halifax were surprised enough that Wilson would ever listen to as twisted
a fiend on the ethi-radio like the Commander. The further surprise that a
pattern was forming in the seemingly relentless attempts to kidnap the good
lady Farisann suceeding surprised them further. Apparently, people were sick
puppies to take advantage of one when they in their sexist minds think opposite
genders are weak.
"Are you sure about this or are you out to get our popcorn?", said Halifax when
Wilson calmed down.
"I believe this is an urgent thing that is happening. I would ordinarily suspect
one like Rynogoff if I didn't view the Ethisnews you're NOT having on right now
that followed Dranwell's psycho ramblings. Apparenly ninjas are in effect here,
and not very honorable ones at that."
Speedster came in overhearing all.
"Ninjas?", said Speedster. "I thought those clans were a societal band organized
on Earth until recently, but I thought those creepy folks were just legend! Some
of them wind up in Caffatree making Kids and their Parents suffer?"
"Nowadays, Speedster. Especially since many of them ended up having their dojos
too damn close to the fault line in some of the quakes back then."
"Are you sure Cornball isn't Involved? Some of those Martial arts films I've
watched Ninjas be in were really CORNY!"
"Believe me, sometimes the actions ninjas take in fantasy is silly but
Dealing Drugs which this particular cult does IS NOT CORNY! IT IS SICK!
And besides, even CORNBALL, believe it or not, has been denouncing the whole
thing! Halifax, what?"
"Can you let me know which clan is doing this madness? I know of at least two
different multi-clan organizations operating near the borders of Cafatree, one
ocean and one national one. Are they the complex-masked Cayon Chai with the
batons resembling primitive power transmission poles or the Danu-Bakai who wear
simple clothes and a strap-on mask with a hair net and those BO-BO sticks
they've mastered?"
"The ones with the hair nets, Halifax. And it's not the pink or purple clans
who help in stopping crime like we do but a new one I've not seen before. A
greedy green kind that does life-messing drug dealing. Apparently they've been
kidnapping a lot of people lately flying over Cafatree as well from what I have
heard."
"So when do we turn to catica and Stop them before more lives are ruined? I know
the SCE is a major pain on this galaxy and are misguided mostly, but Drugs are
worse towards a person than even Death ITSELF!", said Halifax as Speedster
picked up the popcorn and tried to sneak off with it.
"That's the problem. You see, there seems to be no Dojos registered by either
the Danu-Bakai or even their co-competitors the Cayon chai anywhere near the
planet's surface that does anything like stabbing Cafatree in the soul.
Believe me, This dojo keeps offworld doings even as they suck the life
and the souls dry from the innocent kids of Caffatree. And so secret we'd
practically have to wind up with one of them in our laps to find out where the
Dojo exists... and maybe not even then." Wilson was asking fate for this, wasn't
he JUST so.... Ahem.
"Why? Are those people suicidal or something?", said Casey after trying to find
the bowl and not suceeding with Speedster sheepishly popping more from afar
before even one comment could be levied on Speedster's head.
"No... just watch the rebroadcast during our current travels on our
scheduled re-stocking of the ship shelves and fuel. And you'll see what I mean.
Hand me the remote, Halifax."
"It is a shame we have to deal with the reality of refueling", said Casey as
Halifax did so, filled with rage over the existence of drugs STILL in a society
that should have known better not to make the things exist in the first place.
"If we could find the clan on EMPTY and FASTER it would benefit allkind a WHOLE
LOT MORE."
"But what good would we be if we stranded ourselves on the way THERE?", said
Halifax. "Can't call the cops to haul the evidence away if we do that, now can
we?"
"Tragically, you do have a point.", said Casey who put his head in his hands and
sighed for the misery this Green danube was causing.

This "Tasiko" was well on her forced way to her secret destination as
programmed forcefully somehow by Carp when Carp had a visitor from the SCE
coming on to complain. Believe it! The mon was Wrenchien who took an awful
risk doing these worlds tours despite threats of retribution from a lot of
angry heroes and non-heroic bounty hunters but doing so kept him number 2
against a virtual swarm of 256,000 other SCE mandrills who wanted the job
more than anything....
And Carp went and talked in Japanese and then Spanish a lot due to his dual
nature as he told briefly his tale of how he was this obsessive SCE who was
once stationed on earth's Spain who just happened to enjoy martial arts
movies played there rather than Bullfights. Of course, Wrenchien pointed a
lot of sharp weapons from the cybernetic stump-cover covering his left-arm
stump that had to be worn since Wrenchien had his hand gone from sticking it in
a gene pool for power. Not that having the stump-cover adhered to his stump didn't
make him powerful, but having muscular arms as wide as they were LONG helped
some. And this brought on a bunch of Ninjas guarding in the office room of Carp
that reflected his strange cultural harmony in an excellent mix that should have
suited someone who actually had a soul that neither the angels or the devils,
believe that too, WANTED!
"Why don't you try speaking in the proper Sangurian Language? Have you forgotten
it with your mind haunted by all THE SOULS YOU SMASHED TO BITS WITH YOUR
GARBAGE?"
Carp sighed and spoke in Catican, something Wrenchien did understand but didn't
make him feel any easier.
"I thought the SCE wouldn't mind the money from the destruction of innocent
lives."
"Unfortunately, we do have ONE thing we NEVER do and it's the slavery of these
souls that bugs me TOO but mostly it is the DRUG DEALING!", Wrenchien
retaliated..back in his best Catican. Of course, what they said will be
translated so I hope you don't just let drugs ruin your communities, too!
Even if you DO run with gangs!
"But don't you try to crush souls via slavery?"
"The chemical means we use to make people a memory even they can't recall does
have an out if the dose is forgotten and they have a chance to escape then and
that pasty stuff certainly don't wish them to take more LATER! What you choke
down people's throats makes them aware but confused, wanting more, doing
wrong so much it sickens even US career criminals and killing the addicts
slowly without any chance to fight without a lot of help from family and
others!"
"And from such an evil mon you think NARCOTIC MIND-WARPING DRUGS is a bad
thing?"
"Even worse than what I have to go through just to stay number TWO in this
business and I've been there for three Million years! So I would have you stop
before even I convince the EVIL mon under my covered stump wiping you out would
be FUN! Both good and evil beings can come to hate you because with NARCOTIC
drugs you can destroy BOTH sides soulessly!"
"How? My ninjas have been.... well, CURSED to know all the fighting skills all
of your SCEs can only rival. And even if you SCEs have this tiny moral center
still your "Emperor Kingston" fool purposedly does not crush that won't touch
DRUGS like my LOYAL ninjas do, I still may be helpful. The Incorporateds under
Wilson... I suppose even you think about them, what with a head like a
upside-down bowl.... Hate my drug empire as well as Wilson had said so a month
ago when they talked to the Catican presidar about it. Would you be glad If I
destroyed them with my ninjas?"
"Actually, I would be happer, despite their positive karma and honor.... If they
DESTROYED YOU INSTEAD!!!!"
Carp had had enough of all this.
"Show this fool the way out with as much prodding as livably possible!"
"You'll be sorry you made me leave like this! If evil and good beings despite
their differences can both hate what you do, Your dojo will soon be GONE!"
"That reminds me. I should start addicting your SCE cronies as well. They aren't
exactly leaving good lives themselves and they have plenty of money as well!"
"I may go to heck for what I do, but I will still be happy knowing you'll ALWAYS
be in a worse HECK than the one reserved for ME!", Wrenchien cursed. "And if
I could take you with me even though it might spare me a lot of eternal grief
I GLADLY, GLADLY WOULD!!!" And with that, Wrenchien was carted back to his ship
to be sent packing back to Kingston who if he had one moral, thank BOTH the
angels AND the demons of the universe hating drug-dealing was it.
"Then go and leave me with all my money and my NINJAS!", Carp yelled back as he
opened his Cuban cigar box filled with fish-shaped nunchakus. And couldn't
decide just how many tortillas to wrap around his sushi that night,
caring not for the lives he ruined daily in Cafatree.... just his ninjas and
his money.
Well, not actually much about the ninjas, either...
Just that how the way they served him didn't fail....

At the Megacomissary, Speedster kept being worried about this little dog who
kept watching him from above but apparently considering what evil EVEN the SCE
wasn't perpetrating, Speedster didn't pay much attention for a great evil had to
be cured soon.
However, something back at the Neverrest should have been looked upon for a
mysterious skycraft managed to sneak near undetected due to stealth technology
and dropped off via a megaportative courier EV-controlled fish-like boomerang
(Carp did once visit Australia once or twice to help refine and merge his ninja
arts with spanish Artistry) that 'ported within the bulkheads of the Ship
without even triggering a bleep or two its ninja assassin cargo. And then
commited its hara-kiri-destruct program itself and broke apart in an storm of
ice, cryofreezing itself so it would shatter quickly.
Upon its materialization, the ninja inconsiably (without conscious) and slowly
waited for the proper time to strike and kill its victims, unaware of its
surroundings but was using its sensing skills to make its way about.
But its subconscious, kept prisoner from its true identity and mind, was
screaming as loud as it could for it did know what victims were going to be
taken, an action that hardly could be detected even covered with a mask on the
face of the ninja. DON'T KILL MY FRIENDS!, it was yelling over and over as it
struggled to awake from its dreamlike stupor.....

Chapter Three Realities

Wilson seemed the service mecha was looking upon him funny as he paid for his
own meal inside the huge cafateria overlooking the main bay. As if he had seen a
ghost or something.
"I assumed you've died FINALLY", said the mecha with an attitude only having an
organic brain 'N' soul chip for a CPU could provide. "Too bad. I actually missed
you paying me with blood money...."
"COME AGAIN?", exclaimed Wilson. "This money I'm paying with is NOT from that
damned bounty hunting I used to engage in before I saw what one REALLY could do
to earn the stuff! All I do these days is just live off the interest from the
money I ALREADY HAVE!"
"Oh, my mistake. Not as much a tip NOW, is there, nearly going broke?"
"Comedy", Wilson said deadpannedly, "Should have been your vocation", he said as
he dragged off the tray as the mecha began scanning for his next customer.
Halifax was busy looking out the window, practically amazed at how big the
commisary had become as Wilson walked to his table with enough vegetables to
feed a army of vegetarians.
"This place is a lot bigger than when I last heard of it", said Halifax, still
not completely used to the modern era he was finding himself in nowadays. "I
remember when this place was TEN stories in JUST ONE DIRECTION from the
asteroid surface."
"Mostly, Halifax, they added basement structures while you slept. Some of the
new worlds aligned with the Frontier (unlucky dogs!) are cavern-living species
and they just wish to live underground wherever they set their feet."
"Funny, I never heard of underground dwellers living here."
"They're a new, recently discovered species, Halifax. I believe they are ...
'Y'du-ppies. "
"And those amongst them who would live on the mountains instead
are called...
"Y'uu-ppies."

Halifax had to use every ounce of resistance against evil and ignoble thoughts
to keep from braining Wilson there and then and possibly EVER.
"Let me guess. Greedy people who are Young, Downwardly mobile, Uncaring
Poverty-Ignorant Professionals live here NOW? I thought people like that had
gone extinct with the advent of their children some fourty years AGO! People who
junk bond and overspend and deficit-spend their kids into poverty and
carelessness..."
"Actually, the kids became their Parents. But there is hope."
"What hope is there for such craven greedy idiots?"
"They now have KIDS too!"
"Phew. What a relief!"
Casey then arrived after buying a bagful of striped-shouldered T-shirts being
sold at the Caffatree bargain outlet with a look of worry on his face.
"I don't believe we are currently safe", said Casey. "I felt wrong ever since I
bought these five T-shirts for ten credits from their Spring Breakout Department
at the C-Mart."
"What", said Halifax, "Is a C-mart anyway and did they undercharge themselves
just to make a dozen bucks?"
"No, I felt WRONG. Like something horrid is sneaking into us and preparing to
come out violently."
"Must have been the Chili dogs they serve in that part of the Commisary. Believe
me, I had one a long time ago with too much cayenne chili seasoning and tabasco
sauce and a drop or two of the superhot Phoenix Tomato-Dehydrated-to-Dust Sauce
I put on personally."
"I suppose that's why you've limited yourself since to only vegetarian,
unspicy meals....",
Casey said.
"EXACTLY", Wilson muttered.

They all began to take off back to Caffatree to personally do a public service
ad against the drugs dealings deep within its inner cities on the Neverest, as
Speedster kept going on about what happened to him and all were unaware of the
deadly creature snuck within the ship's bulkheads.
"I think I'm being Stalked or something", said Speedster. "This little dog kept
staring down at me as If I were the most heinous thing in its existence."
"Sounds like fun", said Wilson. "It's good to make fiends wherever you go."
"FORGET YOU! I hated IT!", said Speedster. "Couldn't concentrate on what I had
to get for myself! Got 15 hour-long tapes instead of 1 15-hour tape like I
should have! Do you know they actually have a NETWORK now of my favorite soap
opera?"
"I really HAVE been out of it", sighed Halifax as he went to his new room on the
Neverrest to actually carry some FURNITURE into the place. "You people come and
argue about the world for all I care. My world's night begins earlier than yours
and I still must sleep (As much as I hate THAT STUFF!)"
"See you in the morning", said Speedster as he prepared to leave Wilson to the
flying of his ship. "Wilson, anyway, I can't help but wonder why anyone would
just look down on me and not care."
"You are a hero and maybe he was a villian or something. Does that help?"
"Not Really, Wilson. Anyway, get us to Caffatree without crashing this time,
will you?"
"Barring Tragedy, we should be there in the morning."
"Just don't let us be there at A MOURNING!", Speedster said as the thoughts of
that little dog began to erode at his bravery ever so slightly...... and his two
feet left the front of the ship and Wilson to his flights of
hopefully-not-so-fancy this time...

Casey, having been this alley cat on the west coast near Seattle itself, had
been naturally inclined (other than to wear his partial lionish mane long) to go
have his catnaps later than the rest of his companions, so while Wilson rested
briefly in the kitchen and the rest of the Neverrest's riders rested for a far
longer time, Casey prepared to practice his wrestling, grappling and
just-plain-rear-kicking techniques unaware something was coming out
of the bulkheads to knock heads in...
The main hall of the Neverrest, by the way, was infinently re-organizable due to
the megaportational AR chamber's capacity to store alternate and complete
floor plans and furniture configurations as needed by its passengers. It could
store anything from a elegant dining hall to a muddy field full of grass and
grain to keep steers happy, one of the things Wilson was considering having
about to raise money for his growing enterprise of Ending Tyranny Heroically and
for Free. But now the chairs and the Ethisvision vanished to be replaced with
a ring and various weight machines purchased a year ago from the Caffatree
region of the Commisary on just one paycheck. This felt a lot like home to Casey
now, especially without the EV blaring well into the night (that portable EV
Casey got Speedster was worth every dollar it cost (in fact more since Casey got
it from the C-mart.))
Although he could have just as well done this in the AR chamber, Casey didn't
like that place much. It may have been able to dissolve his body, grab his
departing soul, reassemble his body elsewhere and remix the reincarnated body
with his soul almost instantly and without any errors, but something like that
was somehow quirky. After all, it could always have an old body's genetic
patterns accidentally go over his own, or his soul'd be trapped within the AR
chamber and a new soul would go in, etc, etc... Casey never feared the
irrational, how else could he fight those darkness forces? It was something as
rational as an AR chamber that could frighten one....
As he pretended there was an opponent in the ring, Casey shadow-moved his
grappling styles with a dummy-like piece of foam rubber that was marked as
if its head was MUCH taller than the rest of his body. And he didn't see that an
actual opponent was sneaking behind him, trying to sneak up near the ring posts
out of sight and so quietly that Casey even in his devotion-enhanced practicing
mood couldn't hear...
Until he saw out of the corner of his eye the ninja with that damned bo-stick of
hers.
Casey's jaw dropped as it stared back, but apparently not with its eyes, the
only things uncovered with the ninja costume it was on. They seemed to be
pleading somehow. But the rest of the body had a load of nasty intent.
Casey threw the dummy off and recognized the danger but not the opponent. "I'm
sorry, but I don't need a manager of the dummy coming forth to do major cheating
on my soul!"
The voice was muffled and distorted to Casey's ears and still Casey didn't have
a clue.
"I am Tasiko, warrior of the Green Danube Clan! I will destroy you, most
dishonorable dog, and watch your bones blanch in the BIG SUN!"
"Yes. Like I want that.", Casey said as he charged forth and she dodged past
him, Only to get tied up in the ropes.
Then she charged forth, unaware in her rage that Casey wasn't some ordinary
person she could just slay then and there. No, No way! For Casey had his tail
untied and it grabbed her as she was running onwards and lifted her to the
ceiling while Casey pulled himself out.
"What trickery is this?", the lady who called herself "Tasiko" cried out.
"It's called a tail fulled of pure, controlled force. Think of it as trickery,
as magic and what you will, but it's a part of ME and I call it MINE! I know
you're trying THAT ninja stuff on me, but it's not working because Speedster
told me all he knew about ancient Japan he saw in martial arts films! So deal
with me MY way, dear though deluded Lady!"
"I shall..." said "Tasiko" but Casey continued.
"And don't ever call dogs 'Dishonorable'", said Casey as he lowered the
struggling ninja to the ground, seemingly unsure of herself. "I WORK WITH ONE!"
Casey then sat the Ninja down on the ground and that was a bad mistake as she
charged forth trying to choke the life of Casey with the stick. Both tumbled out
of the ring as Casey kept trying to not hurt her but the Ninja had other
ideas....
Luckily, Wilson heard the commotion in the hall, and then Speedster heard it and
Halifax heard it as well. Halifax came in faxing and the rest running as Casey
was pinned to the ground, his tail not completely pinned itself but still trying
to grab the ninja and place her in the AR chamber temporarily. It was being
slapped back constantly as her strength with the remaining hand seemed stronger
with rage than the two Casey had.
"Oh, this is just FOUL!", said Wilson as he couldn't imagine why the Alert
Intruder alarm system wasn't being triggered just then and there, and then he
remembered it was in a heap of junk in his repair shop. "Casey, are you all
right?"
"For someone who's being forced to pump bamboo just to live.... NO!"
Halifax was quick to respond with, "I'll make things right, people, just stand
BACK!" Then everything Halifax had seemed to gate at once, with the head,
limbs, hands, feet and tail gating at the joint areas flying forth at the ninja
quickly, forcing her to back off her deathgrip on Casey....
Casey, catching his breath, could only watch as the gated limbs very rapidly
flew about the ninja like a tornado cage, taking the blows of the ninja's stick
as she tried to find a opening but none seemed to materiallize fast enough. Then
Halifax (in as many gated pieces as he was already) put just one more gate
underneath the Ninja so she fell in yelling "I shall cease this trickery or my
name is not Tasiiikkkkoooooo....." with total shock and her stick bouncing on
the ground happlessly. Halifax then degated as a whole and slumped to the
ground, tired...
Speedster rushed to aid Halifax in his exhaustedness.
Casey could only drop his jaw again.

"You never fail to amaze me, Halifax, and thanks a LOT."
Halifax replied, "I am amazed myself I could gate THAT extremely! I personally
have never known the limits of my own strength and power."
"No time for origins now,", said Speedster as Wilson came to help Halifax stand
up against the ringpost and gain his composure. "Where's the ninja NOW?"
"In the AR chamber where I believe you aren't going to worry about what that
Ninja was going to do."
Wilson was amazed. "You mean you JUST PUT HER IN without any of the activation
sequences you'd ordinarily put in first?"
"It's a reality, Wilson. Don't knock it."
Speedster took the initiative there and then.
"We could see who she is, and try to make her see reason. She didn't say
anything like 'most dishonorable' and 'trickery' when she fought you, did she,
Casey?"
"OH YES SHE DID", Casey walked off as he planned to return the main hall to its
living room configuration. "Just like a real Ninja."
Halifax felt bad just then. "No. I don't think she was a Ninja at ALL!"
"But you have got to admit she knew something about Ninjitsu if she could wield
a Bo-stick like some of them do!", Casey said as the room remixed to the living
room that the Incorporateds lived in a lot better than a stinky old gym setup.
"Real ninjas don't go for dishonorable things. It kinda stinks.", said Halifax
as he programmed the EV to look in on the AR chamber's mini-reality with his own
remote control....
A hand on the control panel TEN FEET from his actual body!

"This is SICK", Wilson muttered as he saw on screen the rotating body of the
Ninja, held still in Stasis as Halifax had programmed the AR chamber to do so.
"One of the Drug-dealing, kid-crushing Green Danube Ninjas sent here to wipe us
off the map? Bad enough they deal with kids the way they do, but sending
Assassins to deal with those who are activists against their evil ways? SICK,
EVIL, AND DISGUSTING!"
Halifax looked on as the AR did its auto-scan for foreign objects such as
shuriken and knives and grenades on the Ninja's person but found out something
he was not too keen on. Especially something Wilson wasn't too keen on, either.
"Apparently I was right on this not being a real ninja", Halifax said as Wilson
tried to keep his growing rage in check.
"In what way? Did you find a tag saying 'Made in HoleyWild' on that garment
she's covered himself in", said Speedster.
"No, this", Halifax said as the scan hit the head part just then and there and
the foreign-object warning wafted from the depths of the EV's solid fog bank
that served as the ultimate projection screen between the ultimate rabbit
ears.....
It was definently domelike and it was placed neatly between the skull and the
brain and it capped the brain completly within the head of their ninja captive.
It seemed meant to be there and to interfere with normal thinking. Wilson and
Casey got depressed there and then as Anger turned to dismay and sadness real
quick.
Halifax whispered at this revelation and said, "It just goes to show. Anyone who
either deals in drugs or deals with drug dealers must not be in their right
mind."
And the foreign object detector kept playing on for a minute.
Speedster then said, "Can we get that plate... um, bowl... out of her head
without surgery somewhere?"
"Actually, I believe it to be some sort of mind control device", Wilson said as
if anyone was listening.
"Yes,", Halifax said quietly, "But It'll be tricky. It can be done because
whoever this poor soul is who has been made to support such evil ideals
unwillingly, she cannot live like this And I don't think we really can, either.
I'm still too tired to go do my 'tornado' routine again this night."
"How do you know so much about Megaporters, Anyway?", said Casey who didn't like
such things as AR chambers at all (the reality outside was troublesome enough as
IS).
"I am a living teleporter MYSELF. I was BORN to know", said Halifax as he began
programming the AR chamber to remove the mind-disrupting dome and replace the
clothing of the Ninja with some of Casey's spare clothes stored there for
emergencies. Well, what else do you think she was going to wear? TIGHTS? You're
sexist if you thought she was going to wear TIGHTS!

Wilson didn't bother to stay for the revelation of who the ninja was, he got
that mind control device and rushed off with it to his repair shop on board the
Neverrest, trying hard to not stick his hands inside the thing for fear this
"Tasiko" mentality that overlaid the poor soul's true personality was going to
override his own! Like Casey needed THAT just now!
However, once the thing was de-gravitized on his table two feet off the
potato-soup stained surface, Wilson used Microscanners, his own good vision, and
a lot of tools to see how the stupid thing worked. He almost feared this was one
of Cornball's tools for domination, but Cornball denounced on his deathbed three
days ago before his heart gave out and his soul was dragged off to that new body
of his that was surely being made for him that Drugs were never a funny thing
and he wasn't having it and anyway all the name tags were stripped off.
Thanks to Wilson's experience he had reverse-engineered within 15 minutes a
complete technical schematic for the damnable thing on an EV laptop on the edge
of the table just as the Incorporateds  minus Halifax, delayed somehow, came
into the shop after a flurry of knocking and play-bell-ringing was heard
when Wilson, tired of all this, said "Just push your hands on the panel and come
in. Did you people come from the 70's or something?"
"YES", Casey said as Speedster tip-toed to make the door swing open and they saw
tons of parts and junk in that large room that almost convinced the
Incorporateds it was an AR chamber in itself, it almost but not quite seemed
bigger than the ship. But it was an illusion made realistic by the fact most of
the room was partially bulkhead space appropriated for Wilson's own designs.
Not, of course, any used by the Ninja in the first place....
"This is the thing you saw in all its close-up glory. I recently disarmed it so
If you use it as a bowl, heaven and ME forbid YOU do, It will not make you think
you're this artifical personality called Tasiko and you're skilled at the
ancient art of bo-sticking someone to their doom. Fortuitously, that is all this
device makes one think. Not to actually deal in this horrid drug business or
that hopefully now non-ninja lady in there would never know innocence ever
again, though tragically it could be so programmed."
"And we can't use it as a BOWL?"
"We need it to give to the cops for Evidence", said Wilson. "And when I mean
HOPEFULLY she will not have the art of ninja in her head, I mean it so. There's
a good chance that some of the programming might still stick in her mind and
keep her from truly being the same person she's loved and known as. By the way,
you figure out who she was?"
Casey and Speedster were silent. Not even telepathy could make them choke up
what they had found out, so stunned they still were.
"Go and tell me. I can take it."
Halifax came in just then through the door with a blank expression on his face.
"No, Wilson. You CAN'T TAKE THIS". And he turned to lead in a very confused....
Larisani Fahisan. Ann, for short....

Until then, nobody had ever screamed within the confines of the Neverrest above
120 decibels.
Until then.

Chapter Four this to happen it's too much.

"You poor soul", Wilson raspily cried as Halifax picked him off the floor
despite ringing ears and broken glass shards on the desk.
"How do you think I feel", Ann moaned tiredly as her bedtime had been extended
way too long for feline Health. "I've been yelling even louder than YOU did in
my MIND the past few days and noone could have heard me. All I wanted was
control once more and I wasn't given it. And then having to kill the person who
tried to save me from the SCE kidnappers a month ago.... I thought I would never
see heaven again and it would be all my body's fault. Didn't help much having to
breathe through vinyl all that time."
"But how could you allow this? Couldn't you have fought it instead of letting
yourself be victimized AGAIN in this fashion? Your gender gets too much grief
because sexist punks think just because you're not the same gender as they are
you're weaker and a target."
"I'm glad to hear that from YOUR gender you care. But I'm STILL in pain and in
shock over all this. To think I would be FORCED out of my own MIND to defend
such a sleaze as that car... carpet.... whoever made me this way, I give up
letting ANYONE make a mockery of ME! No MORE!"
Halifax shook his head in confirmation of Wilson's worst fears coming true
somehow as some memories of "Tasiko's" brief existence seem to have been left
behind in Ann's subconscious. An attitude for one.
"Trust me, I personally won't be having any of this Green Danube Business
either.", said Wilson as his voice returned to its former strength.
"Incorporateds.. And you too, Ann, I suppose you want a part of what we're doing
NOW?"
"You must be a psychic! You might as well, I'm not going to sit still anymore!"
Ann said as she smacked the damned mind-control thing onto the floor angrily
for what it had made her do. She then turned to leave and said "Whatever you say
to these friends of mine, say to me in a half-hour. I have to change into
something more fitting. No offense, Casey, your style is classic but I never
really have been into wearing Blue-jeans and T-shirts."
"I can't offend, I just provide ofFENSE.", said Casey as Ann walked out, in a
rage. Both Casey and Halifax worried about exactly what ANN was going to wear.
"Speedster, " Wilson said, "Go and keep an eye on her. I think some of the
memories of the artificial 'Tasiko' mentality might still be in there, but
thankfully the GOOD parts are in. Hopefully, where this world that the Green
Danube is at will be part of it, so Ann can prove to the world she's chosen a
life of NEVER BEING VICTIMIZED AGAIN. And NOT when she's selecting new clothes
to wear or you're SEXIST!"
"Alright, alright. And don't think I'm sexist. There was this one lady in my
life I respected as a person to love and not a thing to exploit. She's dead
now", Speedster sighed, "But I will always honor her memory by treating the
other gender from mine with the utmost respect and honor.... If in some way to
stay close to her memory." Speedster went up the stairs, wagging from the happy
memories his artificial tail extension all the way of a life that should have
not been destroyed and victimized itself....

"Now that has been settled", Wilson Said as he had Halifax put the blasted bowl
onto an AR storage board for delivery to the police later, "We have to go and
stop this madness not against the out-of-their-minds of this Green Danube's
destruction of innocent lives but against its puppet-wielding leader.
Ann was close to mentioning it might be Carp who's running this illusion
of a Dojo through those bowl-like mind-control devices. I know this Carp as
during the time I healed in exile on your World I heard rumors on the SCE
internet there Carp had been running a drug cartel in Colombia before he was hit
on the head too hard by a judge whom he annoyed way too much. With his mind in a
daze he watched on prison TV down there a martial arts movie and his training in
the Hispanic Heritage somehow melded with the martial artistry of Ancient japan.
From additional rumor's I've obtained the last two years training Casey and his
friend off in the rest of the ship that Carp showed up on the Emperor's doorstep
after I left Earth with Casey and Speedster in tow looking wierd. He became a
twisted mixture of Japanese and Hispanic cultures smothered in drug dealing,
with sculptured shuriken much like fish (They served a LOT of fish in that
prison presumably), a samurai helmet with mexican tiling on the sides as opposed
to chain mail, a mateador's outfit with samurai armor covering it. And of
course, Emperor Kingston did the only thing that will EVER redeem the immoral
fiend and ordered Carp out of his secret hideout, denounced his dealing ways as
an evil thing even KINGSTON wouldn't do no matter how greedy he could GROW to
be, and even got Domo's hard head to accept drugs as NO WAY OF LIFE but a way of
DEATH. "
"And now", Halifax sighed, "I suppose this Carp is running the Green Danube
asylum."
"With those mind controlled bowls....", Casey added.
"....And making those ninja's Karmas sink into the setting sun....."
"And believe it or not, Even Kingston's gonna want us to bring the dojo down
HARD! This is crazy! But then drugs don't BRING sanity to the body or the mind,
do they, Wilson."
"Drugs do worse than just ruin the body", Wilson said, "They can also ruin the
soul, too. So we shall go in, keep back this twisted dojo-running Carp's forces,
and shatter Carp's Illusions once and for all before any more kids with
delusions ruin their existences well enough without technological slavery....
just the more horrid chemical kind."

Ann had found a room to change in with little or no trouble as her determination
to ensure her former master's downfall grew and grew. Finding clothes
and a way to express properly her rightful indignation would be a real
test, however. She had brought no other clothing than the ninja costume and
wouldn't wear that stuff for anything. As for the bo-stick it was thrown in with
the evidence mounting against the machinations of Carp with its incriminating
carvings of fish and fingerprints unsmudged by "Tasiko's" grasp.
Speedster stayed from afar to see what was going on as Wilson ordered. And
watched Ann, though bo-less she was now, still seem attracted to a broom closet
not far off from the empty room and one of the brooms within. She looked quietly
as she saw one painted anything but green (One of the ones Casey had
personalized for his use in mopping the kitchen at night as he never trusted the
auto-cleaners to do the job there, EVER.) and snapped off the mop head. Although
she saw Speedster from afar, she did not get angry.
"The spirit of the ninja seems within you though it was implanted artificially,
wasn't it, Ann?", said Speedster.
"I can't seem to help myself. I want to fight this way and it somehow is the
only way how, though it was a dishonorable way I've learned."
"Then, Ann, you must make it a honorable thing to use it against the one who
has dishonored you. Much like the Ninja of earth who brought their art to the
Catican and Cafatreean ways of life, but of this suicide garbage when your
honor is taken from you. What good will it do to kill yourself while those who
have caused your dishonor still have their freedom?"
"You seem to know much on honorable things. Funny, why do I still think this way
of ninja things when that bowl in my head's been gone a while?"
"That's the way mind control works. You don't completely forget what you've
done, somehow when subconscious and conscious minds reflip back to normal both
just aren't the same."
"I wish I knew another way to fight.", Ann said as she contemplated her outfit
for the battle ahead and suspiciously and expertly twirled that mop handle just
like a bow. "But that doesn't matter. This martial artistry may kill but there
are other alternatives to killing it can do. I can find ways."
"Just when you do find clothes, don't let the covering amount exceed 97 percent.
Wilson thinks people who wear tights aren't really in the heroic business but in
the wrong business instead. Why do you think we wear ordinary clothes all the
time?"
"You still are sane despite yourselves being victimized?"
"For being as close to humanity as we are now. Not for being the animals we
once were, though.", Speedster said as he went to
check in on the ship's auto-piloting to make sure it wasn't failing. Ordinarily
Speedster wouldn't but Casey as far as technology was concerned didn't trust
technology too much and Speedster would humor him.
Ann had then a vision of what she would wear and programmed it in. And waited
patiently as her mind and soul prepared itself for the challenge ahead.

Chapter Five in the air

Wilson, after having his say forwarded to the network on the evil of drugs, had
been telling Casey how best to counter the actions of the Danube Ninja (Not all
ninjas in the danube tradition of ninjitsu were bad, just those who wore green
and were hypnotized into following their master's ways). Halifax didn't need
much training since he had some instruction in stick fighting from Speedster who
for some strange reason knew even more about martial arts than Wilson, who
occasionally slummed around the competiting Ninja Clans known as the Chaon Chai.
Wilson wasn't so surprised Speedster knew so much, heck, Speedster could and did
invent his own martial weapons artistry with a PLUNGER as his choice of weapon,
for heaven's sake. But still, he couldn't help what wonder what was going
through Ann's mind, and even though it was good, it still made one wonder.

Then tremors started to shake the ship a whole Night after the Neverrest started
to go into free flight mode when it wasn't necessary to go to Cafatree just
then... Wilson's simple message was a lot better than anything jazzed up simply
for entertainment, rather than educational, value.
"Oh great, what now?", Wilson said in his shop as Casey was holding his
force-tail just like it was a bo-stick and Halifax was busy inspecting his
mining gloves for need of repair as they were at least 45 years old that day.
"We must be in an area of Ethispace where data has been stored. There's a lot of
hills and mountain spikes of data harder to get around than an actual canyon.",
commented Wilson as the tremors from bouncing off those spires got WORSE.
"Unfortunately, you aren't there to guide this ship to crash us there, Wilson.
Darn your craft's autopiloting!", yelled Casey.
"Well, give me a minute and I shall be there, Casey."
"To crash", said Halifax, "I Hope NOT."
"Not to CRASH, Halifax, not HERE!", said Wilson. "I personally do not wish to be
choked on asphyxiation, then be torn up by vacumn and a lack of true
physicalities while I'm still YOUNG."
And THEN Wilson moved to go to his piloting room as the tremors continued until
he reached the main Hall and they lessened a lot. He could clearly see the
spires within the tunnel of sub-reality they were bypassing reality through but
none were getting close. Not NOW.
And Wilson knew usually when he had to travel around data he skidded across one
of those TWICE in a while. Usually good pilots through the Ethi-reality who had
to deal with the fact that data was occasionally in their way only dealt with
these nasty barriers ONCE in a while and once every few seconds you'd feel it.
But the barriers weren't being hit any now and were being avoided.
"See, Casey, this autopilot thing DOES work. When are you going to trust a
machine now and then, eh?", said Wilson.
Speedster came up from behind them looking worried only briefly. "Um, do you
people have any idea that the Autopilot was getting glitchy a few minutes ago?"
Casey grinned back at Wilson. "Maybe when pigs fly WITHOUT WINGS", said Casey
sarcastically with that sense of humor he had now.
Wilson moaned. "Then who IS flying this skycraft?"
Halifax tailed behind the rest and said, "Don't look at me. I don't completely
trust myself to fly these things."
The group as a whole noticed Ann wasn't about just then and they all quietly
crept up to the pilot's cabin door.
And it was quite open....
And Ann was flying the Neverrest!
In clothes, fortunately, that weren't Ninjitsu, too revealing or like tights!
Wilson was relieved, but one question was on his mind.

"Don't tell me. You played a lot of flight simulation games as a kid.", said
Wilson who saw just how good Ann was... definently more so than Wilson!
"Well, do you personally think I've been completely sheltered because I am the
daughter of the Presidar of Catica? Mom didn't raise me to have a totally boring
life!"
"Thank goodness.", said Wilson, who was annoyed.
"You personally don't wish to fly this thing now, do you, Wilson."
"No, not right now. Can you get us out of this mess?"
"I believe I have been ever since I noticed these data-spires coming ON us. But
I personally am going to put this ship right by a lot more of them, though, for
I remember where that Drug dealer hides out."
"Let me guess. A region of space where a lot of these spires surround it, making
it really hard for amateur pilots to get through without impaling their ships?"
"I remember those, too. That Carp creep may have left me with this Ninjitsu
stuff in my head but he left me his calling card, too, and his address. After
all, these ninjas would have to go home to their dojo once their missions were
done, weren't they?"
"They seem to have to do something like that", Speedster motioned as the
wormhole-like tunnel in front of them slowly shifted in a new direction.
Casey muttered, "Isn't she flying away from your intended direction?"
Wilson said then, "My intended direction is towards that vile dojo and all its
misguided servants and that REALLY EVIL carp. If any member of the Incorporateds
wants to fly to that Dojo, it's my intended direction without ANY DOUBT."
Casey didn't take long to get what Wilson was saying/
"You want to make her a member of the Incorporateds? But she has a job
being the daughter of the presidar of Catica."
"We can work around those Hours. She's on our time now", Wilson said
respectfully.

Chapter six stuff this drug dealing business.

It was morning at the Green Danube Dojo when Carp awoke from his bed and dressed
in his unique garb. He was wondering when his servant Takkeki.. Takall.. oh,
whatever she was, maybe it was that Ann who'm he decided to make an example by
warping her mind into the guise of an ninja assassin who was auto-named by
random computer selection, who cares because when one deals drugs one
doesn't care at all....
His ninjas were there in full force minus the new one, and all of them seemed to
be resisting lightly the mind control but then they always did. Carp never could
get any other SCE's or ordinary criminals to get involved in drugs because the
Emperor believed drugs were too evil a thing to do and if the most evil being
believes in something why don't we? But thankfully, technology to make people
follow his will was there and Carp seized it to make his world into a Dojo and
his drug cartel live between this hidden world and Cafatree as well as it did on
earth, but following his ninja fantasies. Carp was almost expecting a Sangurian
invasion after Domo's tirade but they were waiting for the Incorporateds and
actually supporting their preliminary attempts in secret.
By the afternoon Carp expected Tasiko to bring back the Incorporateds dead and
assassinated for her 'sensei' but it wasn't the "Tasiko" program in charge of
Ann anymore. And proof was coming to the Green Danube Dojo in the form of a
disturbance at the gates of his Dojo. A disturbance of a tail full of solidified
force blasting them down.
That apparently was not a ninja dragging back bodies of a dead bunch of formerly
domestic animals. No, it was a bunch of live ones, and one martial artist
seemed to be getting the upper hand against Carp's ninjas. One wielding this
baton-like thing with a big rubberish bowl-thing on top that Carp couldn't
fathom what it was, but it was being used to keep back a bunch of Carp's ninjas
and at high speeds too, while apparently more non-martial artists began subduing
the rest at their natural speeds. Carp, shocked that the Incorporateds were
living, wondered how they were able to dispatch this Tasiko and with sudden
realization as one of them saw him and suddenly came up out of the ground right
in front of him he'd REALLY underestimated the Incorporateds.
Especially since Wilson's powerful sonics seemed to be disrupting those mind
bowls Carp put in his ninjas pernamently and, realizing their situation, took it
upon themselves to avenge the loss of their honor against the dojo of Carp
themselves.
And Carp could not notice in all this chaos something was coming for him
personally. But then one more of those villany impaired bezerkers came up
in back of him as Carp gasped. Although Ann now carried her own personal stick
and was wielding it masterlty, the fact that Ann was not garbed now in a
ninjitsu outfit and was fighting the other ninjas showed the deluded Carp
clearly that Ann wasn't on his side anymore.
"Ever had your illusions shattered that you are safe from the rest of the
world", said Ann as Carp prepared to throw his shurikens at her. Even though
they were close range, Carp found himself annoyed that Ann was able to duck so
fast and Halifax grabbed him from behind. Carp quickly broke Halifax's grip to
see his ninjas begin to lose and lose big time as Ann looked around at the
entire place briefly. Then, Carp prepared to grab a stick to fight Ann with and
impale her from behind.
But still, two against one was surely beating Carp and Halifax was able to gate
down from the Ceiling before Carp could make contact. Ann turned to see Carp
struggling on the floor under Halifax's stomping on Carp's back and Ann
tried to hold him down but Carp was proving to be just as slippery as his fish
namesake. Carp was quickly able to scamper off and he had his own bo-stick ready
to face his attackers.
Unfortunately, in his delusion, Carp was never truly an expert at this sort of
thing the Danube clans knew all too well: the expert handling of a bo-stick
while being completly clothed and masked almost to the point of skin
suffocation. His stick was shattered when he hesitated to use it and he was
quickly held up to the wall by the new-found skills of Ann.
Carp kept yelling to his ninjas to defend him as Halifax left Ann to her needs
for showing Carp her resentment as the fighting quickly died down and all
Carp could hear was his own breathing and Ann's as well. Carp was hoping for one
of those long, drawn out fights but not that day.
"Apparently I have forgotten to have learned the same skills as those I forced
upon all my subjects. So do me in honorably or let me go to hara-kiri.", said
Carp, finally remembering that most beings spoke Catican or Sangurian in this
universe.
"Shut up, you deluded creep. And you'd probably come back to ruin people's lives
through drugs or mind control again if I did you in right now. You wouldn't
learn anything being dead and resurrected through Sangurian Technology, would
you THEN?". Ann almost growled as she looked straight into the face of the one
who destroyed her life. Thankfully, not enough of "Tasiko" remained in Ann to
drive her to kill. The killing part, a judge and jury would be better off
ordering something like that than just one person......
"The SCE fools? You think they care now? EVEN THOSE MORONS CAN SEE DRUGS ADDICT,
RUIN, IMPOVERISH AND DESTROY LIVES ALL AROUND THEM! AND THEY WON'T PROFIT?
STUPID! STUPID! APPARENTLY THEY AREN'T AS EVIL AS EVERY ONE THINKS THEY ARE!",
said Carp as he struggled from where he was pinned... to a whole pile of those
damned mind-control bowls yet to be megaported within the space between the
brain and skull of their intended victims..... though drugs were far more cruel
a thing to put within oneself than those things could ever be.
"The SCE are not evil. They're misguided and stupid. YOU TRULY ARE EVIL!", Ann
yelled as she saw Carp jump right on top of all the bowls, crush them
understomach, and get shocked for quite a while.
Ann tried to pull him off as Carp lost consciousness.... and himself....
and his dojo as it was the last thing "Carp" heard....
Ann then said as she carried Carp off, "See how it feels to be out of your mind
for a while. LITERALLY."

Chapter Seven years itched.

There were plenty of things more to hear: the sirens of Justiceers coming to
seize the drug-making equipment for evidence, the money and credit cards
obtained wrongly from addicts, statements from those controlled by Carp's
machinations and their begging to not be tried so harshly because of the mind
control, the healing of a nation and the anonymous meetings of its addicts to
help keep themselves safe from further addiction, and every sound hence. For
apparently, "Carp" was in no shape to testify just then, but considering how
much the SCE wanted him dead, holding him and turning away when the SCE would
take him away and kill him for his troubles would probably be something to look
forward to, since even if Dogelian justice would decree the death penalty or the
Sangurians did so, it was unlikely "Carp" would ever soil the souls of Cafatree
ever again.
Although Ann was worried her bizarre behavior would make her mother question her
being so far from the capital again, Halifax (after he used the megaporter to
remove from everyone those bowls that made them do against their will "Carp's"
evil) was quick to point out Ann's help in stopping the drug gangs so mostly she
got off with probation because she was mind-controlled. And it was to Wilson who
had personally taken interest in handling the probation of Ann towards her
redeeming her body's brief bout with evil by having Ann work part-time with the
Incorporateds when needed to to work it off. After all, Wilson wasn't going to
entirely let Ann put herself at risk just galavanting all the time. If she was
going to leave home, she might as well stop people from being a victim rather
than herself be one anymore.
Wilson soon turned his ship back to the Commisary, much to Speedster's
complaints THAT pug might still be there once Ann went back to her mom to get
through the difficult times they would go through as Ann's mom would have to get
used to her daughter being a heroine instead of a target for sexist, misguided
men carting her off for their evil schemes. But Ann would be with the
Incorporateds once more, whenever misguidedness or the evil of drug dealing
spread their shadows over the milky way. For she knew that she would never,
never let anyone become victims again... not even herself!

As for Carp, he was put in an asylum while the trial was being put together to
show all those who would follow in his footsteps just how monstrous drug dealing
is to its victims. Though they suspected it would be easy getting Carp to
confess now. Carp seemed plenty cooperative now though calling himself anything
from "Tasikar" to "Tasisaki" and brushing his fellow inmates with a mop whenever
anti-drug programs were played on the air was strange. But deserved....

..mostly