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((Sorry, but this will be too evil, and I can't pass it up))

One of the crewman, a greenhorn, saw something that didn't look right: the particle gun powering up. He ran to one of his superiors, trying to get them to look at the occurrence.

"What? You expect me to spend time out of looking for that mech to come look at some light you found? Get lost, private."

And it only grew in intensity as the time went on.

"You little s**t. Get away from me. I have more important things to do than look at lights."

"A light? Oh, that's rich. Get the hell back to post, or I'll rip your fricken head off."

After about four more, he went off to one of the manually operated guns. Taking control, since the operator was off getting lunch, he aimed at the light. If it wasn't anything in particular, then it wouldn't matter, and he would get in trouble. If it was, he would still get in trouble, but at least he could be smug about it.

Making sure he was as close in aim as the distance allowed, he fired one shot, hoping it hit, cause he ran out of the room after that. If he had stayed, he would have seen it fly directly towards the center of the ever-increasing intensity light.

"Sir. Infrared scanners indicate a large spike of heat off the starboard bow. Systems also indicate that one of our guns were fired before the heat spike."

"What?!? You mean to tell me that there was something in the direction that rookie was pointing? Great. Just great. Alright, crew. New plan. Grantam, you are to take credit for the shot fired, and it was Kindoli that order the shot. Am I clear?" A round of "Yes'ir" answered him.

The commander stood up. Walking over to a display screen, he studied it intently. "Navigator. Get the 1st squadron ready. They will be backup for this mission. I want 'him' to be let out." Everyone's faces paled at this.

One of the crewmen stood up, directly facing the commander. "Sir! You can't possibly be thinking of letting 'him' out of his cell, are you? He's too dangerous. What would happen if he didn't listen to us?"

"That's what the 1st squadron is for. They are to take him out if he doesn't obey us. Whatever you do, though, don't tell them that it will basically be a suicide mission if they go out. We need as much morale as possible."

"SIR! Scanners are indicating a large energy shot off the starboard bow. Orders, sir?"

"Raise energy shields to 100% at estimated point of impact. Send orders to release him, NOW! We need to get rid of this threat."

"Aye, sir."

All through the ship, members were preparing for impact, and armed guards were heading towards the cell block. Stun guns and energy pistols behind those, these men were prepared to take out the threat if needed. "All right, men. If he gives any indication of escape, we take him out. No mercy whatsoever, or your family may be next on his list."

The man turned towards the correct cell. "Alright, scum. Are you prepared to get your kill? We have a mecha out there firing upon us." Just then, the ship was hit. Shields strained against the shot, and most of it was nullified or deflected, but some still punched a hole in the shielding. Titanium alloy armor melted away in seconds, leaving the innards in areas exposed. Superheated oxygen erupted, flame-broiling those within its grasp.

"s**t. We don't have time. Get your a** out there, and kill this b*****d. I don't care how you do it, but just do it." All the response he got was an eye with a scar across it, the pupil glossy white in color, staring back at him, and a nod.

Back at the bridge, crewmen were frantic. "Close off the exposed areas. Lower the bulkheads. I need a status report."

"We have lost our kitchens and lavatories. Part of the residential block has been demolished. And we lost the conference hall. Half the shield's energy has been lost. And we lost twenty percent of all out guns."

"s**t. Alright. I want all guns able to, to aim in that direction, and blanket the area in weapons fire. We will wipe this b*****d out and prevent even his remains to rebuild into a star."

All able guns aimed, charged up, and fired towards the mecha. In between the fire, a lone ship sped through with ease, swerving in and out of the firepower. Maniacal cacklings could be heard over the ship's frequencies, causing more than one person to suddenly have chills down their backs.

A light appeared in the cockpit, signs that the holoprojector had come online. A face was seen, but that didn't matter. Rude and obscene gestures were shown to the screen, right before all controls for communication were ripped out of the ship. He just continued on, the dreaded laugh still going.

On the main fighter, the commander was a bit concerned. They had no confirmed kill, or even a hit, and they had no way of communicating with their prisoner. That made things so much more annoying.

Using the ship's shields, Crazy Cat rode a weapon's blast towards the mecha. Using the extra speed, he flew right by it, his wings clipping the mecha. Flipping his ship around, he started to power up his guns, but abandoned that attempt, having to dodge another shot by the fighter ship. Grabbing a short-wave radio that the CDF's had forgotten to take out of the ship, he hailed the mecha.

"You don't like the CDF, and I figure you know I don't. How about we join forces and take down some of them? We could have some fun, and create sweet mayhem. What do you say?"