Issue #0006 - January 6th, 2002

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Hail! New Year is already upon us, but some things never change. One of them is that I still didn't receive a thing to write about. Well, I don't blame you, afterall you must be really occupied trying to wear down the hangover from the December 31st... Wait, what's this? A Submission? I can't believe it...

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** - Fast-Talk:**

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I would like to make some use of this empty section to remeber all of you that it's possible and almost painless to submit something for a competition like the Kings of Tomorrow stuff and send the submission for this very report aswell.

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** - Pic o' the Week:**

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I've been forced to do something for this section too. Again. So, if you didn't go to the Iron Maiden webpage recently, take a look at this...

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It's angry and so yellow...

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**_- Fry 'em 

Out:_**

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I could start to put a lot of pilot files here, since it seems that some people got the idea of wining the flying portion of the KoT at all costs, but it's really ridiculous and useless, so I prefer to leave this empty as it is.

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**_- Sissy Krath 

Plague:_**

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Hey, this is really a submission... But, thinking better, where did you take this of, Crimster? Also, I feel deeply compelled to ask you if there's some kind of connection between this Bottle Lord guy and the one people call Sauron in a recent movie... Well, must be just my mind playing tricks again....

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"Sapphire Adventures - Lord of the Bottle"

<font size="2"> </font> 21:00 – Unknown Regions

"Ok Sapphire, form up and head back to the hyperspace mark," CrimsonAngel said over the commlink.

"CrimsonAngel, I’m getting a faint transmission from a remote probe, about 25 clicks from my current position. Ill feed you what I am receiving: " _ _ …Lord of the Bottle has returned…

"Interesting, I haven’t heard that label, well since I just joined Sapphire, and our commander at the time disappeared. I found a data card lying on the floor of the bar, containing that exact same phrase. I later asked Bob-Fett about it when he returned, but he refused to talk about it, and smacked me in the back of the head with a bottle of vodka," CrimsonAngel replied.

"What should we do?" Janos asked over the commlink.

"Well, Goatham wants us back for a debriefing, but since when have I followed his orders," CrimsonAngel replied taking a swing of vodka, "Lets follow that transmission."

Opening up a comm. to the rest of the squadron, CrimsonAngel gave out the new orders.

"Listen up people, we just received a strange transmission, so, being as drunk as I am, we are going to follow this transmission, and see where it will lead us. Since we will properly get lost, we will go to the nearest refuelling station and get supplies and more fuel cells. Janos, where is that transmission coming from, and where is the nearest refuelling station around this shit hole," CrimsonAngel asked taking another swing of vodka.

"CrimsonAngel, I found a refuelling station around the Shaper sector, which is a 5 minute jump from here, and the transmission is also coming from there, I’m feeding everyone the coordinates now," Janos replied. ** ** 21:15 – Shaper Sector Refuelling Station "The Lava Lamp"

"No, I want the fuel to go into my Missile Boat, not my bottle, that’s for my vodka you idiot, here have some money, now do the job," CrimsonAngel yelled at the man in charge of the refuelling station.

"Why is this place called the lava lamp?" Neo-Risin asked

CrimsonAngel looked around

"Drugs I think," CrimsonAngel replied

"I think I am beginning to understand now," Janos uttered to himself.

"What?" Abel asked.

"About the drugs, look at the low life scum here, I expect to find Bob-Fett around this place," Janos replied

Suddenly a dark figure came over all the plasma screens in the entire refuelling station.

"My servants, the time has arrived, the enemy draws closer, and seeking the bottle it made once so long ago, which now I am in possession to."

"Wait a minute, I know that voice," CrimsonAngel said.

"…now the time has come to fend of this dark evil, and for me to take over. I have worked and drunk long and hard to get to where I am today, and I will not let you all spoil it by losing to this dark evil that wishes to extract the power of the Golden bottle that I posses…wait the enemy is here!"

With that, about 500 T-wings, Z-95 head hunters and Uglies came out of hyperspace, and all began to approach the station, only to be meet by another 500 T-wings, Ugiles, and Z-95 head hunters.

"CrimsonAngel, is this bad?" Jaguar asked.

"I’m actually not sure right now. I actually think that this could be quite a show, so lets all sit back and have a drink and enjoy the show."

For the next few hours, there was drinking, loud singing, and randomly betting between sapphire squadron pilots on who would actually win the battle. In the end, the forces of the Refuelling station won the battle, just though. In the end, only 3 T-wing made it out alive.

Suddenly the dark, but very drunk figure came back out onto the plasma screens.

"Yep...hick we won again...hick I would like to congratulate you all…."

Suddenly he fall down, but staggered back up

"...on your victory today, in honour of me, and my golden bottle of power..."

He fall forwards this time, revelling a lightsaber, which look very familiar to CrimsonAngel

"...and I think some unexpected visitors I had here today for not causing trouble, and suggest to them that they should get out of here, before I use this golden bottle on them, and cause something bad to happen, now PISS OFF AND GET BACK TO WORK!"

The transmission ended.

"Lets get out of here," Carl Lost said

"Yes, we must go, we have what we came for," CrimsonAngel said

"And that would be?" Janos asked

"Fuel Cells of course," CrimsonAngel replied with a grin. ** ** 2 Days Later – Sapphire Debriefing Room

"Lord of the Bottle," CrimsonAngel muttered to himself, "Any word on Bob-Fett?" CrimsonAngel asked Goatham with a grin on his face.

"Not yet, we are still looking for him, now tell me, where the hell did you and your squadron go off to?" Goatham yelled

"Looking for the Golden Bottle of Power of course," CrimsonAngel replied.

"Eh?" Goatham replied.

And now, a final warning for all members of the house. "THE PLAGUE IS UPON US! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!"

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** - Weird Level:**

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As final words, I would like to ask to any of you. If you see Bob-Fett idling around somewhere, tell him he's fired. (Maybe this way he would remember to show up and say "Hi" for a change...)

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"I look forward to report your clumsyness"