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Fragmented Lives (The Parody Pieces)
"Uncivil Riot"
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"Altered Lives (The Parody)" and "Fragmented Lives (The Parody Pieces)" are Copyright (c) 2003 by DBM. This work is an Amateur, Non-Commercial work by an Anime/Manga Fan. This work was created in the Spirit of the Copyright Exemptions regarding Parodies and Satire.
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There are NO 'sex scenes', but, just like the original NGE series, the story will explore the results and side effects of such activities. Along the way, there'll be swearing, violence, drugs, Adult situations, and frank discussions of sex education/family planning information, as well as thoughts and opinions on the morals and ethics of sexual assault, dating, courtship, marriage, alternate sexualities, pregnancy, childbirth, parenthood, Family Values, etc.
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Author's Ramblings - It has long been a true statement that "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely…"
Consider the case of Major Mazurka Kutsarug, Head of Tactical Operations for NERVIS, Commander of the AVEs, and Keeper of 137 Rave Clones.
What would a person do, if they had 137 super-humans at their command? 137 super-humans totally obedient to their Commanding Officer? 137 super-humans trained in the tactics and hardware of 'Black Ops'…
Welcome to another Fragment of "Altered Lives (The Parody)", where we take a look at what Mazurka MIGHT have done with the Clones…
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Fragment - Uncivil Riot.
In the cool predawn light, all 137 of the Clones stood silently, decked out in full riot gear.
Mazurka reviewed the ranks of Clones before her, sweeping her trained eye approvingly over them. She took a deep breath and then spoke…
"Ladies. Today's operation will commence shortly. I see you've outfitted yourselves appropriately. Even so, I must warn you… it may not be enough…"
Mazurka paused to let that sink in, "I know that you all volunteered for this operation. I also know that you don't know just what you're getting into. Oh sure, we've discussed the situation in Class. You've trained in Unarmed Combat… But none of you have ever been on one of these ops before…"
"Let me tell you now, your opponents will not think twice about doing you any damage they can! They will use every dirty trick, and underhanded technique to deter you from your goal! They WILL abuse you! They WILL try to hurt you!"
Mazurka sighed, "But remember this… They are still people! They… are NOT an enemy. At the end of the day, when it's all over, they are still people. They have homes to go to… They have loved ones waiting for them… So I want you to restrain yourselves, and avoid inflicting casualties…"
"And that means," Mazurka added while giving her 'Girls' a meaningfully look, "You can't use your E.T. Fields…"
A murmur ran through the ranks of the Clones.
"I know," Mazurka agreed, "It's going to make things more difficult, but it can't be helped. Now are there any questions?"
A Clone raised her hand, "Can we use our E.T. Fields at all?"
Mazurka paused, "Yes. But ONLY if there's a clear and present danger to lives! You must NOT exhibit your Fields for anything else!"
Another Clone raised her hand, "We have trained extensively with our E.T. Fields. Why can we not use them?"
Mazurka considered the question, "It is good that you have E.T. Fields, but you must NOT use them for TWO good reasons."
"ONE, if you can't use your E.T. Fields, you are vulnerable, and can be harmed as easily as your adversaries. Because of that, you will be more cautious in how you interact with your opponents! You must take the time to think in the same terms as your adversaries! Analysis of how they attack and defend themselves without an E.T. Field, will help you in your fight with them!"
"TWO, use of your E.T. Fields will signal your presence to any one with half a brain that's watching, and that will betray our involvement. Knowing how to do something, is NOT the same as being able to do so instinctively! NOT drawing attention is a basic requirement of any Stealth Operation. Reflex actions will give you away, unless you have CONTROL over that reflex! Always remember that!"
The Clones looked attentively at Mazurka, slight frowns on their faces.
"So," concluded Mazurka, "Think of this as being 'Live' training for an eventuality where using your E.T. Field may have dire consequences! As well as an exercise in 'lateral thinking'… That is… How can you achieve your goals, if you cannot use your E.T. Fields? Understand?"
The Clones nodded as one.
"Any more questions?" asked Mazurka.
No Clone spoke, a clear signal that they had no more queries.
"In that case, Ladies," Mazurka bellowed in her 'Command Voice', "Board the transports! We're MOVING OUT!"
A short time later, the Clones assembled at their destination, at the fringes of the Central Business District of a neighbouring City. Still early morning, the Main shops hadn't yet opened, although here and there, employees and delivery people scurried about, setting up for the day.
The Clones assembled in an alleyway, trying to keep out of sight of Civilians. So far it was working, mainly because the Clones had camouflaged their presence by hiding behind a jerry-rigged shield of empty cardboard boxes.
The camouflage wasn't perfect. Several people had already looked curiously at the wall of cardboard boxes sealing off the alley where the Clones were hiding.
Still, it was far better than letting people see 137 Riot-geared Clones…
The morning sun rose higher, and a tremble of anticipation ran through the Clones. The time of the operation was almost at hand. Mazurka strode into their midst, and quietly motioned for them to fall in.
In the cramped alleyway, the Clones took up formation. Those in front and sides of the darkly attired throng held Riot shields at the ready.
At 2 minutes before the Operation was due to start, the Clones tightened their ranks. They hoisted Mazurka up on their shoulders, where she could more easily see the surrounding area, and give orders once they were out in the open.
At 1 minute before the Operation was due to start, the Clones moved out…
The cardboard box facade erupted as the Clones swarmed through it. Out in the main thoroughfare, the Clones picked up speed, heading towards a packed mass of people thronging outside a large building.
As they approached at full tilt, Mazurka gave the order, "Let 'em know we're **HERE**, Ladies!"
As One, each Clone raised her voice to a yell, the combined sound forming a terrifying bludgeon of concentrated aggression.
The packed civilians turned towards the Clones. Various expressions appeared on the faces of the mob. Curiosity… Concern… Fear… Indifference… Aggression… Defiance…
When the Clones showed no signs of slowing down, let alone stopping, many in the mob broke and ran.
Then the Clones made contact!
Resistance began in earnest as the Clones tried to push their way through to their objective. The Riot shield bearers pressed against the wall of near-impenetrable flesh before them. It was only through the application of brute force that they made any headway.
The mob resisted, calling the Clones names, and pushing back, unwilling to give an inch. One civilian suddenly snapped, and began hitting at the Clones. That was all it took for a melee to break out!
The Clones suddenly found themselves in the middle of a snarling pack of vicious animals. Severely outnumbered the Clones pressed on.
…And then the doors to the building opened, and the Clones were caught in the flow as the mob pushed their raucous way inside…
Mazurka had retained her place on the shoulders of the Clones. With the ease of a Limbo Dancer, she suddenly bent back from the hips, laying almost flat as she passed under the sill of the doorway. Once safely inside, Mazurka straightened up, and began barking orders…
"Right! A-Squad elevators! B-Squad escalators! C-Squad take the stairs!"
3 smaller groups split off from the main group of Clones, each team heading for a different objective as fast as they could, pushing aside any in their way.
D-Squad continued to carry Mazurka on their shoulders as they followed the smaller B-Squad as they double-timed to the escalators.
The first thing B-Squad did at the escalators was to trip the emergency shutoff switches, turning the moving metal platforms into stationary metal steps.
Those members of the mob already on them fell over as the stairs abruptly stopped moving. The tangled mass wasn't going anywhere, but B-Squad suddenly found themselves caught between the struggling heap on the stairs and the press from the surly mob below…
B-Squad found themselves surrounded, with no place to go…
At the Elevators, A-Squad members forced their way inside, trying to commandeer the elevators. They didn't succeed.
The mob already inside resisted, and it was all A-Squad could do to hit any of the 'Floor' buttons before being thrown out of the elevator car.
Once outside the closed doors, A-Squad was at the mercy of the mob…
C-Squad had an easier time. They ran up the stairs towards their goal, meeting minimal resistance as not too many of the mob had thought of the stairs. Those that had, were abruptly tackled or elbowed to the ground by the speedy Clones. At the top floor, they split into groups, one to guard the stairwells, while the others ran to secure the escalators, and elevators.
The elevators were easy, a quick wrench from a crowbar and the doors were open, revealing the shaft and the slowly rising cars. The Clones quickly wedged the doors open, knowing that the safety sensors in the elevator system would believe that a malfunction had occurred, and safely stop the lifts at a lower floor.
The Escalators were a different matter. C-Squad quickly put the metal stairs, in 'reverse', making them run backwards. This way, anyone trying to get up them would literally have to run, unless they hit the emergency shutoff buttons. The Clones waited grimly at the top of the escalators, conserving their resources should any of the mob actually make it that far…
Back on Ground floor, the mob was thickening around the elevators, and the members of A-Squad. The Primary objective of commandeering the elevators no longer viable, A-Squad initiated a Strategic Withdrawal, and went for their Secondary Objective, helping C-Squad in securing the stairs.
At the Ground Floor escalators, B-Squad was in trouble. The mob on the stopped escalators had sorted itself out, and had dispersed up to higher floors. The mob that had been bottlenecked at the base of the escalators was proving to be too much for B-Squad to control.
Although B-Squad tried valiantly to hold on, it was too much for them. With a roar from the mob, the ranks of B-Squad broke, Clones falling beneath the mob as it moved forward onto the escalators…
Mazurka and D-Squad arrived moments later and fanned out, the Clones creating their OWN bottleneck as they stopped the rest of the mob, and rescued B-Squad…
"Medics!" ordered Mazurka, as the bulk of D-Squad ploughed through the mob like a hot knife through butter… At the command, several Clones peeled off and tended to the fallen.
One Clone was on the floor, her Riot shield cracked, but still protecting her from the vicious trampling the mob gave as it walked over her…
Other casualties freed from beneath the mob clustered together, their terms of 'active service' in the current operation abruptly over. A Clone with a split lip and black eye, sat beside another who was doubled over and moaning in pain after receiving a particularly nasty 'low blow'. A third Clone leaned heavily on a table for support, clutching her ribs…
Then the Clones dragged another over to the safe haven - the Clone who had been trapped under her own Riot Shield, lay back on the floor and breathed deeply, thankful to be out of danger with only a bad case of bruising…
D-Squad clogged the escalators, choking off access for any one else. They surged up the next set of escalators, and the one after that. Then they saw the 'top-runners' from A and C-Squads, who had been able to temporarily secure the top floor escalators from those members of the mob who had made it past the doomed B-Squad…
The plan to buy time by reversing the escalators had partly worked…
The mob included individuals who ALSO knew about the emergency stop buttons. When the escalators stopped, C-Squad and A-Squad members had tried to clog the escalators up using their living bodies as a makeshift wall, and prevent the mob from gaining access to the upper floor. Consequently, the Clones were in a determined last-ditch effort to 'hold the fort' until D-Squad could arrive.
Despite their best efforts, the Clones on the escalators were taking a battering, in the midst of a vicious whirlwind of thumping fists, jabbing elbows, knee strikes, biting teeth, scratching nails and foul language. Step by painful step, they were being forced back by sheer force of numbers and the brutally animalistic behaviour from the frenzied mob below.
D-Squad arrived and started picking off the mob-members one by one. They remembered Mazurka's words about 'going easy', but their 'sisters' were being turned into mincemeat up there!
D-Squad got 'down and dirty', but even so, there were still too many mob members between them and the beleaguered members of A and C-Squads…
A Sumo-sized Housewife finally burst through the last line of Clones, bellowing like Godzilla and ignoring the three battle-dazed Clones who clung to her, trying to slow her down.
Mazurka finally forced her way to the top of the escalator, some fifteen feet behind the determined behemoth…
Who was heading directly towards a rather scared looking woman behind a counter…
"S--T!" Mazurka realised she wouldn't make it in time, "Unless?"
Mazurka drew her gun and took careful aim. A single shot rang out, and the credit card the Sumo-sized Housewife held in her hand was blown to bits.
The gunshot stunned the rest of the unruly mob, and the Clones took advantage and 'put the boot in'…
"We'll take **EVERYTHING** that's on sale!" yelled Mazurka, slamming her NERVIS charge card down on the Department Stores 'Cosmetics and Perfume' Main counter…
As the full meaning of her words sank in, the nearby mob moaned disconsolately, and began to disperse… They scurried back into the store seeking other 'Sale' bargains that weren't so aggressively pursued by such organised people…
The Clones assembled on the top floor, the healthy assisting the injured along the final distance. Despite being bruised, battered, and bloodied, the Clones carried their Adrenalin charged bodies with pride, feral grins of triumph adorning their faces.
And so they should…
At 30 to 50% off, they'd just had a VERY successful shopping spree!
All that was left was to try out the 'Spoils of War' on their favourite 'Guinea Pig'…
Shakey…
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The END of this Fragment of "Altered Lives (The Parody)"
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OMAKE - Uncivil Riot.
All that was left was to try out the 'Spoils of War' on their favourite 'Guinea Pig'…
Shakey…
The Fan Fiction Writer's telephone rang unexpectedly…
"???" the F.F.W. thought, "Who could that be? I hope it's not some Tele-marketing git trying to sell me aluminium siding again…"
The F.F.W. picked up the phone, "Hello?"
"Hello…" said the scheming voice of Glando Atari, Evil B-----D In Charge…
The F.F.W. blinked, 'Uh-oh…' he thought…
"I need to talk to you about my son," Glando said in measured monotones…
"Err… Sure!"
"I understand that you've let the Clones acquire a rather large amount of Cosmetics and Perfume, including the Fan Favourite 'Love Potion No 9'… The one that makes all male characters fall madly in love with the female using it!"
"I have?? Ah… I mean… I **HAVE**!!"
"I would recommend that you not let them use it, at least not in any stories involving Shakey before… Third Strike…"
"How come?"
Glando sighed deeply, that was the problem with Parody Fan Fiction Writers… Unable to create truly original works of their own, their ability to rip off the works of REAL writers rarely extended beyond taking cheap shots…
Their parasitic prose never gave any sort of informed consideration to important things like characterisation and plot development, let alone plot credibility and **PLOT CONSISTENCY**…
None of which Glando actually said, or would ever even **THINK**, since he knew the talentless B-----D writing this particular piece of boring C--P would probably do another 'elevator scene' like the one in the 'Reactions' OMAKE…
"Because," Glando merely said, "There are 137 of them…"
"Yeah! And?"
"And have you forgotten that Mazurka has told Shakey that he has to dance with ALL of them? Hmmmm?"
"…………"
"Are you still there?"
"Ah… Yeah… Sorry, I just got the um, little dot key thingy stuck…"
"…little dot key thingy?…" Glando put his hand to his head and groaned.
"So, anyway… You were saying?"
Glando drew a deep breath before continuing, "You do remember what happened when Shakey danced with the Clones at their Housewarming party?"
"Of course! They bopped till he dropped! They danced him rotten, Baby!"
Glando scowled at the use of 'Groovy' terms, "So what does that suggest… About what might happen if Shakey actually starts dating any of them?"
"He'll actually have a measurable Social Life?"
"But… Aren't **137** Girls just a LITTLE bit too much for ONE boy to date?"
"Hey! It's nothing that the average Australian Male can't handle…"
Glando felt like crying, HIS story was evidently being written by a F-----G AUSSIE B--LS--T ARTIST! At least that explained all the 'B-----D' bits in the story… Glando paused, realising 'F-----G' actually stood for FLAMING, the famous Aussie 'F' word… It was almost too much for Glando…
Glando held his breath and counted to ten. The knuckles on the hand gripping the phone turned white as he tried to keep himself under control…
"…aH-Haaaa," Glando breathed, "No, I don't think you QUITE get it… Let me spell it OUT for you… There is ONE, count him, **ONE** Shakey… And there are **137** Rave Clones… Now, when ANY female character in a Fan Fiction uses 'Love Potion No 9' perfume, they instantly turn into a 'Femme Fatale', and all nearby males fall madly in love with them…"
"So? The Clones like Shakey… He likes them… They're all nice kids, I don't see any problem with them remaining 'true to each other's hearts'…"
There was a brief silence as Glando tried to relieve his mental stress by pulling his own hair out by the roots…
It didn't work…
"BECAUSE YOU MOR-…" Glando suddenly shouted, "*ahem* I mean, with ALL of the Clones wanting Shakey to be their boyfriend, **ALL** of them will use the 'Love Potion No. 9' perfume! That means **ALL** of them will turn into 'Femme Fatales', and **ALL** of the males in the city will fall madly in love with the Clones, and will get into fights with each other to determine who'll be lucky enough to actually ask for a date with any of the Clones, but they won't be able to get any dates, as the Clones ONLY 'have eyes' for Shakey, and all those frustrated males, not to mention their former wives, mistresses, girlfriends, boyfriends, etc, will all get homicidally jealous, and they'll rise up in an angry mob and probably kill or otherwise inconveniently hospitalise **ALL** of the characters **I** need for Third Strike to Happen **MY** WAY!!"
Glando sat at his desk, breathing heavily at the emotional and intellectual torture he'd just endured, 'What do I have to do, to get my point across to this Stupid Fanboy Retard?' he wondered…
"Ooh! Neat!" said the Fan Fiction Writer, impressed by Glando's mental comments, "You slipped in another subtle Homage to Frank Sinatra, the American who sang 'Fly Me to the Moon', and 'My Way'… As well as actually referring to **ME** as a 'Stupid Fanboy Retard'…"
The sounds of a gunshot and a body slumping onto a desk came over the phone line.
Just like Cagey Rogue, no one would ever know, 'Who Shot J.R.?'… err… I mean, no one would ever know, 'Who Shot G.A.'… Not that anyone would care in the first place, just as long as the Evil B-----D was DEAD…
…Unless they were one of the millions who'd wanted to 'off' him themselves…
The F.F.W. realised that he had a PERFECT Alibi… After all, it WAS clearly recorded that he had been on the phone when Glando got croaked…
"Let's see now," muttered the Fan Fiction Writer, making another 'tick' mark on the wall, "How many times has Glando died in my OMAKE's so far…? Hmmm… Okay, I've still got **HEAPS** of Glando Clones from the Doppelgangers OMAKE left…"
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