The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[RudyHuxtable]

The Sergetti Empire has been nice enought to donate 300 elite Sergetti commandos to assist in security at the Hut. Sniper positions are being installed inside and outside the Hut, insuring the highest quality dining and safety possible. The snipers will not only attack any assailants as they come through the door, they will kill your dinner if you prefer only the freshest in Intergalactic cuisine!

Bon Appetit!

Rudy Huxtable
Cosby Kid and Proprietor

The Won-Ton Violence Take-Out Hut

[mac5732]

force fields and sniper won't stop T-Rex and his cousins nor the minions that live below the Bar and Grill, Be afraid, be very very afraid

[mac5732]

as RudyHuxtable approaches the entrance to the Hut, a small group of tribbles do a fly by and RudyHuxtable is pelted with numerous chocolate Cream Pies

Inside the establishment, Someone yells and everyone turns towards the sound, Large and Loud Gasps echo thruout the buidling, for there, on the wall behind the bar, Someone or something has printed.. The dreaded.. "O" word .. in all its terrible and hideious splendar. The patrons dive for cover and begin shivering underneathe their tables, The jukebox becomes deathly quiet... for everyone knows the WRATH OF THE INFAMOUS "0" WORD, stillness creeps slowly over the building, and then the Huxtable stumbles into the main room all covered in gooey, enriched chocolate cream from head to foot, and he is actually seen licking his fingers. UGH>........ :

(the lst shots have been fired )

[General Woundwort]

In the silence following this, a noticeable ticking sound is heard eminating from the new "jukebox"...

BOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

The main lobby is now engulfed in smoke, rubble, and the wreckage of most of the furniture and decor.

[Watching from the FCB&G, Woundwort chuckes.

"Gosh, they're making this almost too easy..." ]

[douglas]

"Sheesh, you didn't really think I'd come without backup, did you?" The Polysyllabic Designation and assorted smaller ships ("smaller" being relative, this category includes the extra Tausennigan Thunderhead Superfortresses that come along) appear, weapons locked on to the USS Strategia's main batteries.

[AgentZero]

The dim light flickers breifly, and Heaven's Holy Legion pops into existence right above Hell's Unholy Legion. Leading the two Legions are, of course, Agent Zero and the Four Horseriders of the Apocalypse. Zero waives his hand in the air dismissively, and a massive demonic dragon appears behind Strategia's COMCA and swallows it with a single gulp. There is a muffled crunch as the dragon's stomach crushes it into tiny pieces, whereupon the dragon unleashes a massive firey belch that reaches across space and neatly blows the Post-Dated Check Loan (and everything in between, including the Polysyllabic Designation and assorted smaller ships) to smithereens.

"Wow," says Agent Zero as he watches a few dozen angels and demons ripping apart the remains of the few forces the PDCL was able to deploy before it's unfortunate demise.
"Cool," says War, before racing off to join the mayhem.
"Ouch," says Pestilence from underneath the smouldering chunk of hull plating that landed on him.
"So," says Death, looking at Agent Zero. "Once again we seem to have gained an overwhelming advantage. Shall we put an end to this upstart Hut once and for all?"
"Not yet," says Zero. "For one thing, we must await Woundwort's order to charge, and for another, the owner of the Hut has yet to take to the field of battle. Until one of those events occur, I'm staying right here."
"Shucks," says Death.

[NullAshton]

You can't just wipe out all of those with just one dragon! They have gravity shields, as well as armor. the Polysyllabic Designation is probally larger that Sol's moon, and probally has massive amounts of armor and stuff.