Snipes opened his eyes, looking around he was confronted with a vast ocean of dirty, one-time-burgundy carpet. He took a second to explore his surroundings before moving, beneath him was a good deal of squishy flesh and muffled screams, Snipes shook his head, which was beginning to pound, and tried to make sense of the crumbs and garbage arrayed before his vision.

"OOH! A penny!" Snipes yelled pulling himself forward to where the molding penny was, he grabbed it and sat up on his knees, then he rated it's shineyness, it rated a 0, completely un-shiny.

It was a pain in the back of the head that reminded him of his purpose, twisting around he saw Slick sitting upright(ish) rubbing his fist."We need to get moving, the liquor won't wait and neither will my buzz!" He declared, pointing onward, attempting a gallant pose which was partially foiled by the cramped interior, making him look more like Hitler on the toilet than a Heroic Drunk. Snipes giggled. Snipes was whapped. Again.

The duo then decided to flee before the driver regained consciousness and decided to make them pay. Also they had grabbed a silver flask from his glove box as payment for the wreck. This refreshed their buzz, but they knew it wouldn't last. They stumbled and flailed around the streets for a time, but finally they came to the only available conclusion, they were hopelessly lost. There was no cab to be found and no maps to speak of, or at least none that were big enough for either to read. They tried knocking on a few doors to ask for directions, but the populace wasn't very friendly, by the time they agreed that no one would help them they were covered in bruises from thrown boots, phone books and, in one case, a very fat cat.

They managed to make their way to the local Quick-Stop and stumble in, in desperation they were forced to buy a bottle of wine to maintain the buzz, it nearly killed them both, but failing to do that, it strengthened their resolve, and so they set out once again, now with directions they had received from the worried clerk that has asked about the cat riding on Snipes head. Of course it wasn't until then that Snipes noticed it, he named it  Tibbs.

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{Comnet Hermit}
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS]

"The art of life lies in taking pleasures as they pass, and the keenest pleasures are not intellectual, nor are they always moral."
-Aristippus

Snipes, who had partaken of fractionally less of the cheap bum hooch, was still barely coherent enough to fallow Tibbs directions.

"Are you shure da kitty knows the way?" Shlick asked again.

"Trusht in Tibbsh, he'sh a good kitty, and hash stripes. Huh Tibbs?" Snipes assured his friend.

"Meow."

"Shee? We're perfectly alright, Tibbs knowsh the whay."

"But what if he gets lots" Shlick worried.

"Catsh don't get losht, you're drunk, ya, dunno what you're saying." Snipes managed before falling, knocking Tibbs from his head and sending him running into the night. Their guide had abandoned them.

"TIBBSH!" Shlick yelled.

"NOO! TIBBS!" Snipes screamed, beginning to cry," TIBBS COME BACK! I'M SHORRY!" Snipes went running after the cat then, falling over at least every three steps, and Shlick was close on his heels, when he too was upright.

Finally though, after many winding alley ways and blind corners the fat cat managed to give them the slip, Snipes devolved to a blubbering mass. "TIIBBS! I'M SHO SHORRY! PLEASE TIBBS, COMEBACK! YOU WERE MY FAVORITE KITTY!" Snipes friend tried to console him, but there was nothing to be done until a stray vagrant passed by, then he was ambushed by Slick and his cheap hooch stolen. Slick, who was losing his buzz, managed to force half of the near full bottle down Snipes throat before remembering that it had to be opened. However, once he had that out of the way and liquor down Snipes throat the Gunnery Sergeant leaped forward and evolved from a blubbering mass back to a drunk in desperate need for more booze. So they set off, with absolutely no idea where they were and a profound wish that the bum was conscious enough to give them directions. This was quickly solved by a flying old fart, who fell from the sky, or a really tall building, it could have been either, only to land at Slick and Snipes feet. Snipes let Slick name him, since Snipes had named their last pet.
 
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{Comnet Hermit}
TRP/GSG Sniping101/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1BAT/1RGT/VEA/VE [LoR][IH][BoA][CDS]

"The art of life lies in taking pleasures as they pass, and the keenest pleasures are not intellectual, nor are they always moral."
-Aristippus

"COME BACK...eh...whas his named again?" Snipes half screamed, half asked.

Slick had recently applied the burners, chasing down the elusive cat with a surprising burst of inhuman speed. He ran and ran, Snipes and Stinky in close pursuit. After about ten minutes of this however, they were right on Tibbs tail. The cat realized this and sprinted ahead, dodging around a corner and into the nearest park.

"Hurry, we canned shill get 'em!" Slick gasped, almost completely out of breath. Time was absolutely crucial, as their buzz was about to wear off, and they couldn't have that. All the previous obstacles:
the sold out conveinence store, broken down car, and the loss of their furry and now hiding guide had to be overlooked.

"Wait!" Snipes yelled, he stopped abrubtly, sending Stinky flying directly into him. As Snipes regained his balance, he continued, "Eh...whas his named again...HE STOPPED!"

Pointing towards the nearest tree, they slowed as they noticed Tibbs had finally ended the chase on his own. The overly obese cat had hopped onto the stomache of a sleeping park-goer, apparently utilizing the days bright sun to take a nap on the dry grass.

"YOU!" Snipes stuttered furiously, "YOU TAKES MY CAT!"

The drunken Gunny knelt down, grabbing up the now wriggling Tibbs into his arms.

"Meow" He said, shaking his head and adding to the sarcastic gesture.

Slick nodded, and attempted to console Snipes, "No no, Tibbs chose this man to help in the quest for beer! He says he can help!"

"Meow!" Tibbs said, acknowledging Slicks statement. He had realized that the buzz was almost about to start fading, and had decided to set off on his own to find the only man he knew could help. As Snipes stumbled from side to side, the cat meowed swear words and Slick counted the leaves on the branch overhead, the sleeping man now awoke. Startled to see the visitors, he yelled:

"Aha! You found me you shady bastards! It took you two weeks, but you found me!"

"Wha?" Slick asked, slightly angered after his concentration had been broken. He had successfully counted twelve leaves in the duration of three minutes, and now he had to start all over.

"You're the bastards from the Imperial Credit Bureau, aren't ya?"

The two shook there heads, and Stinky broke into a jig, currently being fueled by Tibbs singing.

Slick shrugged, and replied, "Wes don't know who that is, but we aren't dem. I'm Slicks and dis Sniped, whos are you?"

The man nodded, and answered politely, "I'm Jak, and errm...yeah." His callsign was known as 'Jakireth', and he was a Lance Corporal in the Vast Empire Army. What he didn't even know himself, however, was that these were two friends, but he didn't necessarily remember. He had went through a drinking fit the night before, and ended up in the park. He also didn't know that he didn't owe anything to the Imperial Credit Bureau.

"Well, Tibbsy here says yous can help us find beer. We needs some, and needs it fast..." Snipes said, rubbing Tibbs tummy passionately.

"Ayes, I can help. I happened to know the location of the corporate building thingy of alls Quik n' Stops, they musts have beer!"


 
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The"Stallion"Horsie
Iron Horse Squad
Army of the Vast Empire
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TRP/LCPL Jakireth/1SQD/1PLT/1CMP/1RGT/1BAT/Tadath/VEA[LoR]
Rep/Reporter Jakireth/NewsRep: 2/News Division/VET/VE

"On to the Quiks n Stopz!" yelled Snipes as Tibbs took his place on Snipes' head.

With that they headed back in the way they had come.  Always with Tibbs leading the way.  They had all come to trust the cat's sense of direction, and trusted it whole heartedly.  Snipes led the way with Slick behind him, while Jak and Stinky covored the rear.  They could hear Jak gag everyonce in awhile as he caught a whiff of Stinky's putrid stench.  Within an hour they found themselves at the Quik n Stop.  They stared at it as if it were a monument, and Slick fell to his knees as if in worship.

"Da beer stores..." said Snipes in awe.

"Yeah. It iss." Jak replied as he himself was drunk.

"Why is we standing here den? Let's gettum beer!" exclaimed Slick as he rushed into the store.

The other's quickly followed, and rushed in the door.  The building was a perfect haven for the drunks of the Empire.  The shelves were packed with quick fix food, and chips of every sort.  Snipes let out a moan, and ran to the chips rack.  He started looking them over, and seemed ready to cry.  He thought he was in heaven, and started grabbing things at random.

Jak and Stinky walked around a bit, and soon found themselves near the magazine rack.  The two men began to leaf through the magazines, and chuckled at the many jokes inside.  They turned from the magazines, and headed for the frozen treat section.  Jak quickly found a slurpy machine that seemed to be very old.  He stuck his mouth under the spout, and had Stinky turn it on.  A frozen green goo flowed into his mouth.  Then all of a sudden he heard Slick yell.

"What the hell do you mean you don't have any beer?!?!?" 
 
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Sergeant Slick
-=Wraith Squad=--=SL=-
SL/SGT Slick/4SQD/1PLT/1COM/1RGT/1BAT/VEA/VE/Tadath[LoR][CoR][CoH]