VIOLATION As written by Razorback Jack (glendarl@worldnet.att.net) TTA characters (c) Warner Brothers/Amblim Ent. 2000 LT characters (c) Warner Brothers 2000 Heavy Gear characters/equipment (c) Activision 2000 Third-party characters (c) their creators 2000 Any new character added into this story is either one I have created or one created with the consent of the party representing the character. All characters/products are the sole property of their owners. *** I think, perhaps, I should give you fair warning: there MIGHT be a very slight TTBS factor involved. But I'll try to put it into terms that won't be TOO offensive. It's all in the writing, so I'm going to have to write it in a way that might (no guarantee of this) throw people off. Too bad every author can't do that... *** Chapter 3: No Time for Generals The Looniversity was preparing for another football season, again waiting to tackle Perfecto Prep. The Looniversity had won every ACME Bowl since 1991 or so, and Perfecto was beginning to waver. That all changed when the General came. General Spitz Bricabrac, that is. Bricabrac was a child prodigy, and caught the attention of the world when he graduated from West Point when he was only seven! He soon was the lead commander of the War Committee, a group of battle- hardened soliders who were going to resort to an unconventional method of conquest: time travel. Their plan was to take over Earth during the 16th century, when the weaponry was inferior to the modern standards. Unfortunately, dissenters within the ranks of the War Committee had their own agendas... After a string of events leading to his downfall, Bricabrac sailed along until he came across the sorry remains of Perfecto and it's football team. He applied for the job as Coach of the team and began an incredibly rigorous training regiem for the Preppies. Within just three weeks the team had gone from merely exceptional to Super Bowl Championship winners. Now, with the ACME Bowl approaching, the Acme Loo football team had to figure out a way to beat the Preppies before they could reclaim the championship from Acme Loo. And things weren't going well. For starters, Plucky resigned almost instantly when he saw the list of requirements. Hamton left as well, feigning food poisioning. Soon the football team was whittled down more and more as training picked up. Not even Nigel, with his rugby tactics in store, could stem the tide of resignations. If they didn't stop this soon, there would be no ACME Bowl at all, and Perfecto Prep. would win by default! And so Bugs and the staff went behind closed doors to discuss their plans for the football team... --- Meanwhile, the Preppies were being drilled constantly by the maniacal General Bricabrac. "Hup two, hup two, come on you apes, you wanna win the season?! Let's move, go go GO! Bricabrac was leading the football team on their normal six mile run. Early on Roderick had some problems adapting, but after Bricabrac offered a sum of ten grand, Roderick performed beyond expectations. Because of this, Bricabrac delivered the money on time. Using the same method, Bricabrac managed to bribe the other team members to perform. Bricabrac understood the minds of the Preppies. Only two things drove them to succeed: the promise of success, and the promise of exorbitant sums of money. Bricabrac played their weaknesses beautifully, and within no time, the Preppies would have been ready to become an NFL Team. But Bricabrac stated 'ACME Bowl now, NFL later, Acme Loo...NEVER!' "Now drop down and give me sixty!" The Preppies did so, and within two minutes they were done. "You're slowin' down, boys. You disappoint me. And I'll be damned if I have to deal with slackers! Put some muscle into it! Danforth, twenty laps around the field, NOW!" "Sir, yes sir!" Danforth then did his running while the others drilled on Bricabrac's tactics, formulated from years of battle service and anguish. "Nice throw, Roderick! Keep that stomach in! Don't want any slackers here! GET MOVING!" By now, undoubtedly, the Preppies believed that Bricabrac was a drill sergeant, not a general. But that's a common steryotype. --- Homicide was perched on a high structure so he could easily see both Acme Loo and Perfecto Prep. He was wondering how anyone could derive enjoyment from such a mindless activity. Now, Tournament Deathmatches...THERE was a good time. "They seem to be driven by an insatiable lust for power. Perhaps I need to break their spirits before I can break her's...but how?" Homicide pondered this at several billion operations per second, but was unable to find an answer. "Hmm...I think I'll wait on them. I have more pressing concerns." Homicide then checked his statistics for the last month or two. He was startled to find that his accuracy, agility, and velocity had decreased a measure over time. "Only 3/4 of a mile, give or take 2 yards? I am out of shape! Perhaps I should practice a bit...but I'll also need a spy. But who?" Homicide looked around. Roderick? Nah, too greedy. Bricabrac? No, he had a restraining order. He could still be a useful asset... Rubella? No, that'd only increase their guard. Bugs? No, that'd be TOO much trouble. Then Homicide spotted her. His computers registered a fox, built like a grown woman. It identified her as Camery or Camry Curvaceous. She also had a mind that could be easily twisted...or dramatized. "Bingo." --- Camery walked down the street, remembering to use her sexy walk. She heard thuds all over as jaws dropped, and springs popping as eyes shot out and bounced around. She rounded a corner, and was startled to find herself in the middle of a sewer. "Hey! Who's writing this anyway?!" Enter Mr. A of the IRS. "Excuse me, Camery, but the author has informed me that you can't question this. However, he will alter the scene to make it a bit more believable. Any more complaints, and you'll be ten million poorer." Exit Mr. A of the IRS. "What a strange man. Oh well...hmm, this alley might make a good hideout..." As Camery walked through, she little realized she was being watched. She walked cautiously through the filth, trying her hardest not to get her tail or feet dirty but not doing a very good job. Suddenly, she felt a cold chill go by. "Hmm...ah, screw it." She continued. Another chill, and now paranoia started to set in. She turned around, but saw nothing behind her. She continued down the alley, and suddenly felt a hand grasp her shoulder. "So we meet, Camery..." Camery turned around to see a human cyborg. His right arm, left leg, and his right eye (which looked suspiciously similar to the eye piece people use to determine the quality of gold) were robotic, and a silvery sheen were given off by the mettalic parts. He also had a gun, but larger than most pistols she had seen, but not big enough to be a rifle. Who was this guy? "Alright, what do you want with me?" "Perhaps my entry was a bit too hasty, but I have business to discuss." The cyborg approached her closer, and Camery realized that the cyborg towered over her by almost two feet. "I am CA-T1. Code-name: Homicide." "Alright, what's the business you want to 'discuss?'" "Not much. I just see you as a tool I can use...you know Acme Looniversity, I assume?" "Know it?! Do you realize who I am?!" "My files indicate that you are Camery Curvacious, a humanoid fox with exaggerated physical features and a twisted mind, and who claims to be the most evil person in Acme Acres. Cute, in a way...but do you have the credentials to prove it?" "I have gone after Bugs Bunny himself! I have tried to rid myself of female competition! I rule an empire!" "Your 'empire,' as you call it, is nothing more than a series of lairs, either destroyed or undiscovered. MY empire, on the other hand, is far greater, and is far more diverse. Of course, why should I go on? Let me get to the point: I need you for my plans." Camery then gave Homicide an evil look, as if to say she were readying a giant mallet to bring down upon her hapless victim. "You need me?! I don't think so! No one can have me, I was born to be free!" "Freedom is nothing more than the independence of one to take their own actions. Your 'freedom' is nothing more than cover for your evil activities. You have grown weak from hardship, you long for revenge you cannot possibly accomplish! However, I may be able to satisfy your need for blood. You do know someone called Lola Bunny, right?" "Yes, I do. She's going down, when I'm through with her!" "You're only half right. She is going down...but by MY hands." "Then what do you need me for, if you're going to do all the dirty work?" "I want you to spy on Lola, get all the information you can on her weaknesses and strengths." "And what do I get in return?" "The satisfaction that she'll be dead within a month in your time, and the opportunity to take down Bugs yourself." Homicide stretched his right hand out as if to say he were going to shake Camery's hand. "Do we have ourselves a deal?" Camery considered what Homicide had said. Then she slowly grasped the cold steel hand. "Deal." "Good. Now, go find her, and begin your mission. And remember...I will not tolerate failiure..." --- As second period got underway, Buster and Babs were walking down the hall, dismal as ever. As they walked by, they were oblivious to their audience...that is, until a stage hand directed their attention toward the audience. "Wha...oh, hiya toonsters! I'm Buster Bunny!" "And I'm Babs Bunny!" "No relation." Oh, c'mon, that's just SO cliche! "Who're you to talk?" Babs quickly did a spin change...into Kenneth Starr. "Alright, I'm gonna impeach you!" Wha-wha-WHAT?! "Psst, Babs?" "Yeah blue boy?" "ROPE IT IN!!" "Hey! Not so loud! You'll wake up that...that man!" Suddenly, a Southern man in traditional mansion-owner clothes with traditional mint julip in hand, waltzed out of a series of nearby lockers. "Suh, I say suh, you have insulted me! I propose a draw, suh, and I propose it now. So suh, we shall meet on the field of honor!" Babs did another spin change, into an Australian. "Rule one: no pooftas!" Enter Mr. A of the IRS. "I represent the cast of Monty Python, and they have informed me that if you use any line without their consent, you'll be dragged away by a random group." "A random group?" Enter the Spanish Inquisition. "THE SPANISH INQUISITION?!" "NOBODY EXPECTS THE SPANISH INQUISITION!!" Exit Mr. A of the IRS. Enter a really long rope. "Yaagh! Hey, what's the big idea, Cardinal?!" "We have decided to put you through most excrutiating tortures!" "You can't do this to me! I'm an American citizen!!" "A what? What's an 'American?'" "D'oh!" Enter Vicki Fox, with Mike Russell with her. "Stop that, she's Christian already!" "Can you prove it, fox?" "I can. Just follow Mike here, and he'll show you to the Pope." "THE POPE?!" Re-enter Mr. A of the IRS. "I'm afraid that this has gone too far, and that I have to arrest everybody." "SAY WHAT?!" Exit Mr. A of the IRS. Enter a bunch of steel cages. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA!!" While the Spanish Inquisition and the Southerner tried to free themselves from their cages, Buster and Babs continued to walk down the hall (after saying goodbye to Mike and Vicki, of course). "Business as usual, I guess." "Yeah *sigh* but it beats having to sit through those Musical Depreciation classes!" "I know, Babs. It's a horror, having to sit through every song Spike Jones wrote, and listening to them over and over and over again...sure, it was fun when we began, but wouldn't YOU get irritated when you hear 'Pass The Biscuits' 9000 times?!" And so, they trudged down the hall. But in the distance, Camery was walking silently around the campus, trying to find Lola where she was, and what her weaknesses were. She also held a camera in her hands, just in case she spotted something noteworthy. She made her way to the gym, the first place she would look. She crept along with minimum noise and exposure, lying in wait. Then she spotted Lola, heading towards the locker room. She crawled along the ground in silent pursuit of Lola. Then Lola went into the showers, and Camery stood outside, waiting to pounce. She waited, and waited, then shot out...and immediately froze. "Ack!" There was Lola, showering in the nude (well of course! It wouldn't be right to shower in your clothes!). Camery was shell-shocked, seeing her prey in such a way. She knew she had to be intimate, but not THAT intimate! She accidentally dropped the camera, which took a picture upon hitting the ground. But before Lola could spot her, Camery grabbed the camera and dashed out. "Hmmm, that's odd...I could swear someone was watching me...oh well...hmmm? HEY! GET THAT CAMERA OUT OF MY FACE!! SWITCH VIEWPOINTS, YOU -BLEEP!-!!!!" *CRASH BANG WHAP BOOM BLEEP CRASH KABLOOOEY!!* --- *Whew!* That was close! Nearly got pulverized! Thanks a lot, ya bloody crazies! Anyway, let's get back to our story, ay what? Camery approached the abandoned building Homicide was using as his H.Q. She had taken many pictures of Lola and her "weaknesses," and except for her mistaken exposure, it went pretty uneventfully. She got to the door, and spotted a control panel. She placed her paw on it, activating the system. "State your I.D. and password." "Camery Curvaceous, Uruguay Express." "Password accepted. Welcome, Camery." Camery walked in, then rode the elevator to the top. Looks were certainly deceiving in this case. The structure was actually quite durable, and a multitude of machinery peppered the walls and floors. Finally, she reached the top. The doors opened, and there was Homicide. "Report, follower." "I bring photographical evidence of her weaknesses." Homicide turned around, revealing his robotic/human face. He walked toward Camery, and stopped in front of her. "Has this evidence been developed?" "Yes, Homicide. Here." Camery handed him the pictures, making sure they were all there. Then she paled. She left the shower picture in there! But Camery couldn't do anything about it, not here. Homicide flipped through, and found that these weren't pictures of her weaknesses, but in average postures! Homicide was fuming, and was about to strike Camery on the next picture. And then the shower picture turned up. Homicide's eyes widened and his face stiffened. Then he turned up from the pictures and looked at Camery. She feared the worst, and so looked as stiff and formal as she could. But to her surprise, he just smiled at her. "I'll let you skate this time, Camery...although I would like to know how you managed to get that shower shot." Homicide then walked away, leaving Camery in a stunned gaze. She continued to stare in disbelief for well over an hour. Then she snapped out of it, and decided to be more devious in her ways... *** Well, so far, so good. As I said, there was a slight cross between TTA and TTBS here. If any reader has been offended, I sincerely apologize for this action. However, there is a maxim that helps: It's not what you see that makes it sexy, it's what remains covered that does so. And if I do another shower scene, somebody please slap me. *SLAP!* Hey! Not yet! MAKEUP!! *** Oh, one more thing: sketch art should be sent to my address if you need it approved for use in tandem with my story. 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