Sink the Allentown
To RogueFanKC: Hey there Rogue! Nice to hear from you again! Don't worry about old General Whithalf. He's a lot tougher than anyone would expect (Mystique: He's also a lot faster, too!). Well, Larson loved serving on the Allentown. The Allentown in his eyes is more than just a ship. Maybe a little flashback can explain why he doesn't want to see the old ship scrapped. Besides, when you grow attached to something, you can't help but not want to let it go. Enjoy the new chapter, and I can hardly wait for the new chapter of "X Kat: The Mutant Squadron"!
To Raliena: Hey there, Rae! Yeah, ol' Admiral Larson has lost it. Enjoy the new chapter!
To todd fan: Hey there, todd fan! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Enjoy this here new one, and I can hardly wait for new chapters of "Slugs and Snails", "Little Shop of Mutants", and "X-Men: Evolution, the Musical"! Can I make a suggestion to you? Get yourself one of those small compact hard drives, and put all your stories on it. Keep it updated with any new stories so if your compy gets a virus again, you can work on your stories somewhere else.
To Aaron: Hey there Aaron! Nice to hear from you again! Yes, the fighting has begun! I'm glad you liked seeing the new Triton BATs. I can imagine that the sight of different-looking BATs would confuse the West Coast Misfits. I'm glad you liked the last chapter, and enjoy the new chapter!
To Red Witch: Hey there Red Witch! I read the new chapter of "Memories Are Made of This" and I loved it! So that's how the intense rivalry between Scott Summers and Lance Alvers began. We were talking about the chart of who was double-crossing who. You must be tired if you're mumbling about Penance eating all the Oscars. Anyway, enjoy the new chapter!
Disclaimer: "I can't live on a day-to-day basis." - Dennis Franz as Det. Andy Sibowitz, NYPD Blue
Chapter 5: Going Rogue!
In the middle of an ocean, a couple decades ago
Wreckage of an airplane floated by in the ocean, made dark by the night sky. It was lightly illuminated in places by the stars. Also floating around in the ocean was a young Gerard Larson, floating around. Larson appeared to be in his twenties. He was clutching his arm, and he was slightly bloodied, as he had gotten injured when he was shot down.
"Ahoy!" A voice proclaimed. Larson looked up and he saw a ship floating towards him, and it shone a spotlight on him. Larson put his good arm up for a moment to help him adjust to the light. "Hang on, pal!" Larson saw the ship's name. The name was illuminated by the ship's lights.
USS ALLENTOWN
The young Larson smiled. He was saved.
Someday, I'll pay back the USS Allentown for saving me…
The USS Allentown's bridge, present day
Admiral Larson sighed. He hated having to do that to his friend, but he had to protect his ship. He would've been dead if it weren't for the Allentown, and now he had to save the Allentown like it saved him.
"You have a choice, my dear Admiral." Destro said to the admiral. "You can help the old man down there, or you can save your precious ship. After all, they'll put more value into Whithalf than the Allentown. As far as they're concerned, the Allentown already was scrap years ago." Larson nodded. Meanwhile, the BATs managed to overpower Whithalf.
"HEY! PUT ME DOWN YOU ROBOTIC RUFFIANS!" General Whithalf snapped as the BATs lifted him off his feet and started to carry him. "I SAID PUT ME DOWN! YOU CYBERNETIC SCUM! HEY! WATCH THOSE HANDS! WHOA!" The BATs pitched the veteran general overboard. Whithalf screamed as he fell into the water and started spluttering. "I had a bath this morning!" Whithalf grumbled. The general eyed the water attack vehicle that the Joes codenamed Torpedo, Rock 'n' Roll, and Wipe-Out were on board alongside the West Coast Misfits codenamed Beast King and Chilljaw. The three Joes were using the guns on the craft to blast the BATs and the Firebats, and Beast King and Chilljaw were using their mutant powers to prevent the fish-like Triton BATs from boarding the craft.
"Get off, ya bloody creature feature!" Tommy snapped at a Triton as he bit off a chunk of the Triton's arm, causing it to collapse back into the water.
"Whoo-hoo!" Jack whooped. He leapt into the water and morphed into a hammerhead shark. The Malibu-born mutant intercepted Tritons in the water and smashed through them with his hard head. Whoa, dude! This totally rocks! Bad robots! Bad! Bad! These hunks of tin are so totally lame! Meanwhile, back on the water attack craft, Tommy was throwing off BATs left and right.
"Take that! And that! And that! And that!" Tommy said as he threw off Tritons left and right. He lifted up another body.
"Chilljaw! It's me!" General Whithalf exclaimed.
"Off you go, you bucket of bolts!" Tommy grinned, not noticing that he was actually holding General Whithalf, Tommy threw him off the craft.
"Tommy!" General Whithalf exclaimed as he hit the water, creating a huge splash. Tommy then realized what he did.
"Oh me God! Oh me God!" Tommy exclaimed. "I'm so bloody sorry, General! I had no idea! I was so busy throwing off Tritons I didn't notice you! I thought you were one of those bloody things!" Tommy kept apologizing as he pulled the general and commander of the Malibu Joes over.
"Quite alright, Tommy. Just be more careful next time." Whithalf said.
"Yes, sir!" Tommy saluted. Meanwhile, on board the Allentown, a Triton shot off the American flag that was on top of it, and a standard-style BAT put up a Cobra flag on top of it. Siryn noticed this.
"Oh, Saints preserve us all!" Siryn exclaimed. "Those Cobra beasties have conquered the ship!"
The USS Allentown's bridge
"I'll do anything to save the Allentown, Destro." Larson said to the rogue arms dealer. "Even join Cobra to do so."
"Indeed. I propose a test to see if your loyalties have truly shifted, Admiral." Destro smirked. "Destroy all these other ships. They're all scrap." Larson nodded.
"Load all weapons." He ordered into a microphone. The Allentown started firing all its guns. The shells impacted the old ships, causing them to sink.
"Oh dear God…" Terrell gulped.
"Cobra's got the ship!" John exclaimed.
"This makes no sense." Toshi said to himself as he hovered in the air. "Cobra has battleships. Why would they be after the Allentown? The ship is about to be scrapped. It makes no sense."
"LARSON! HAVE YOU GONE MAD, MAN! STOP FIRING!" Whithalf exclaimed. The general's pleas fell on deaf ears.
"Whithalf, those old ships are collecting dust and rust." Rock 'n' Roll reassured, putting a hand on Whithalf's shoulder. The old general violently jerked away his shoulder.
"That's not the point, Rock 'n' Roll!" The general said sharply.
"Set a course for Los Angeles, California." Destro said to Larson.
"Why, Destro?" Larson wondered. The steel-masked arms dealer smirked.
"Simple. Los Angeles is the home of the Seventieth Fleet."
"What does that have to do with anything?" A puzzled Larson asked. Destro smirked.
"If you destroy the Seventieth Fleet, the USS Allentown will forever rule the seas." The Scot replied. Larson thought about it.
The Allentown will show her greatness again… Larson smiled. "Let's go." The Allentown left the San Francisco shipyards, leaving wrecked and burning mothball ships in its wake.
"The Thunderbolt thinks we're in big trouble." Kyle blinked.
"You think?" Toshi snapped.
Well, well, well! Looks like Larson has picked his side! What craziness will happen next? How will the old Allentown fare against the Seventieth Fleet? Why did Cobra steal the Allentown? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!
