AN: What would happen if the faeries never thought that Artemis was trading with the goblins,
and Holly and Root were in Haven during the goblin attack? This story was inspired by the song
"We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister.
******************************
"This is bad." Commander Julius Root of LEPrecon was looking out of the window of Police
Plaza. There was goblins everywhere. Normal faeries had taken shelter in their homes, while the
LEP holed out at headquarters. All weapons were down, and Foaly was locked out of the Ops
booth. Bad hardly justified it.
Holly was sitting at her desk, with her hands over her face. How could this be happening?
Trouble and Grub sat near the wall. For once, they weren't bickering.
Foaly was moping around near the door to the booth. Everyone seemed to have given up hope.
They had used all of the electric rifles, and were completely unarmed.
Suddenly, something caught Holly's eye. It was a large, grey, box leaning against the wall.
Judging by the dust on it, it hadn't been opened in a while. Holly got down on her knees, and
cracked it open. Sitting there was about two hundred long, thin, pieces of metal, with three
frocked ends, like tridents. There was wires running up to the points, with a square-like box
where the points met. "Hey, Foaly!" she hollered, "Come take a look at this!"
Foaly grimly trotted over. When he saw the box, his eyes widened. "Holy Frond! These are the
old Three Zaps! I haven't seen these in decades!"
Holly grinned. "So, do we have a hope?"
Foaly thought for a minute. "If we give every officer one of these, and a riot shield, we could
stand a chance!"
"So how do these work?"
"A lot like buzz batons. They were taken off because the sharp ends can peirce skin, and people
were calling it police brutality. They each have about one hundred to one hundred fifty zaps to
them."
Holly stood on her desk, with one of the weapons in her hand. "Everyone! Listen up!"
Over 150 grim faces looked at her, clearly saying, "What's the point? We're all going to die
anyway."
Holly continued. "We have some fire power! If we each take one of these, and a riot shield, we
could make it."
Everyone turned back around. Even the Great Commander Root had lost faith.
Only Trouble stood up. "Give me one of those."
Holly handed him a Three Zap.
Trouble stood up beside Holly. "I can't believe you men!"
Holly glared at him.
"And woman. We're LEP! We just can't give up! What happened to our motto?"
Commander Root hollered from the back, "We don't have a motto, you nitwit!"
Captain Kelp blushed. "Well, we do now! If we can fight, we do! And we *can* fight!"
Chix Verbil rose. "I'm with you."
Holly handed him a weapon. "Finally have some pride for your job?"
"No, I'd do anything for you, Holly."
Holly slapped him.
"Anyone else?"
Everyone else remained seated.
To everyone's surprise, Foaly started *singing.*
"We're not gonna take! No! We're not gonna take it!"
Holly and Trouble joined in. "We're not gonna take it anymore!"
Grub stood up, and was tossed a weapon.
"We've got the right to choose!"
Captain Vein rose.
"And no way, we're gonna lose!"
Soon, every officer was on his feet expect for Root.
The Commander sighed. "This is a suicide mission!"
Holly grinned. "We might as well die doing what why do best."
Root smiled. He couldn't help it. Holly reminded him of a younger him. "Okay, Short. I'm in.
Now give me one of those confounded forks."
Everyone was armed, and were standing at the doors. Holly was making one last speech before
they all headed into the unknown. All of the faeires were on their toes, and as happy as boys.
"We're right!"
"Yah!"
"And we're free!"
Yah!"
"And we'll fight!"
"Yah!"
"You'll see!"
"YAH!"
"Now, Charge!"
"Yah!"
Everyone swarmed out the doors.
and Holly and Root were in Haven during the goblin attack? This story was inspired by the song
"We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister.
******************************
"This is bad." Commander Julius Root of LEPrecon was looking out of the window of Police
Plaza. There was goblins everywhere. Normal faeries had taken shelter in their homes, while the
LEP holed out at headquarters. All weapons were down, and Foaly was locked out of the Ops
booth. Bad hardly justified it.
Holly was sitting at her desk, with her hands over her face. How could this be happening?
Trouble and Grub sat near the wall. For once, they weren't bickering.
Foaly was moping around near the door to the booth. Everyone seemed to have given up hope.
They had used all of the electric rifles, and were completely unarmed.
Suddenly, something caught Holly's eye. It was a large, grey, box leaning against the wall.
Judging by the dust on it, it hadn't been opened in a while. Holly got down on her knees, and
cracked it open. Sitting there was about two hundred long, thin, pieces of metal, with three
frocked ends, like tridents. There was wires running up to the points, with a square-like box
where the points met. "Hey, Foaly!" she hollered, "Come take a look at this!"
Foaly grimly trotted over. When he saw the box, his eyes widened. "Holy Frond! These are the
old Three Zaps! I haven't seen these in decades!"
Holly grinned. "So, do we have a hope?"
Foaly thought for a minute. "If we give every officer one of these, and a riot shield, we could
stand a chance!"
"So how do these work?"
"A lot like buzz batons. They were taken off because the sharp ends can peirce skin, and people
were calling it police brutality. They each have about one hundred to one hundred fifty zaps to
them."
Holly stood on her desk, with one of the weapons in her hand. "Everyone! Listen up!"
Over 150 grim faces looked at her, clearly saying, "What's the point? We're all going to die
anyway."
Holly continued. "We have some fire power! If we each take one of these, and a riot shield, we
could make it."
Everyone turned back around. Even the Great Commander Root had lost faith.
Only Trouble stood up. "Give me one of those."
Holly handed him a Three Zap.
Trouble stood up beside Holly. "I can't believe you men!"
Holly glared at him.
"And woman. We're LEP! We just can't give up! What happened to our motto?"
Commander Root hollered from the back, "We don't have a motto, you nitwit!"
Captain Kelp blushed. "Well, we do now! If we can fight, we do! And we *can* fight!"
Chix Verbil rose. "I'm with you."
Holly handed him a weapon. "Finally have some pride for your job?"
"No, I'd do anything for you, Holly."
Holly slapped him.
"Anyone else?"
Everyone else remained seated.
To everyone's surprise, Foaly started *singing.*
"We're not gonna take! No! We're not gonna take it!"
Holly and Trouble joined in. "We're not gonna take it anymore!"
Grub stood up, and was tossed a weapon.
"We've got the right to choose!"
Captain Vein rose.
"And no way, we're gonna lose!"
Soon, every officer was on his feet expect for Root.
The Commander sighed. "This is a suicide mission!"
Holly grinned. "We might as well die doing what why do best."
Root smiled. He couldn't help it. Holly reminded him of a younger him. "Okay, Short. I'm in.
Now give me one of those confounded forks."
Everyone was armed, and were standing at the doors. Holly was making one last speech before
they all headed into the unknown. All of the faeires were on their toes, and as happy as boys.
"We're right!"
"Yah!"
"And we're free!"
Yah!"
"And we'll fight!"
"Yah!"
"You'll see!"
"YAH!"
"Now, Charge!"
"Yah!"
Everyone swarmed out the doors.