At the fifth planet....
The planet is busy with Imperial and Borg fleet activities. World Devastators have reached immense size now, but they keep devouring the surrounding sattelites and asteroids for raw materials. Construction ships are building makeshift bases and defense network.
Orbiting the former Destructionator's home planet, a roughly spherical construction is being built with a blinding speed.......
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At the transwarp conduit....
Destructionator XV wrote:The airlock is blasted open, and the figure of a Dark Lord walks in, with stormtroopers surrounding him. The androids and the machine gun open fire, starting to strip down the stormtrooper's numbers.
At the same time, alarms go off throughout the ship. Down a ways, Destructionator XIV is addressing a group of humans. These humans are somewhat short French men with British accents. They are mostly bald, and have hugemongous bulges in their pants.
"Alright, men. This is what we trained for. Soon enemy forces will be down here. I want you to assrape the lot of them. And when done with that, proceed onwards to the enemy ship and find the gungans. Give them a taste of their own medicine."
The bulges in the clones pants get bigger.
Things are not going well for the boarding parties. Instead of going offensive, they're now on the defensive. Darth Kreshna and his Stormtroopers are taking defensive position under heavy concentration of enemy fire. The Stormtroopers have installed two E-Web heavy repeating blasters and manage to held the enemy at bay, but they're outnumbered. There are simply too many of those androids.
Darth Kreshna has called for reinforcements. They should be here soon; all his squad need to do is to buy enough time until more Stormtroopers arrive. The defensive position is a good one. They should be able to hold their grounds if not for the clones.
Those clones! They're bald, French men with British accent. Kreshna still remember reading the intelligence report that they're being cloned from a person called 'Jean-Luc Picard'. They don't provide much firepower compared to the androids, but their existence on the battlefield is morally damaging.
It seems the function of this Picard clones is to taunt the enemy, to play the role of psychological warfare instead of providing actual firepower. Alas, those clones are very good in what they do. For starter, they exhibit a peculiar HUGEMONGOUS BULGE
in their pants, which keep swinging up and down. And up. And down. However, it turns out that it is not pants they actually wear! Now Kreshna has heard something in Earth culture about certain groups of people called
'crossdresser', but never have they seen one until encountering these Picard clones. The Jean-Luc Picards are not actually wearing pants, but something called "black leather thong". Those Picards also wear a fishnet stockings suspended by garter belts, and leather bra covering their flat and hairy chest. A bow tie decorates their wrinkled neck.
The androids who are fighting alongside the Picards, being totally emotionless, are unaffected by their crossdressing comrades. The same couldn't be said for the boarding party, though. The Stormtroopers, although highly discplined, are still human being with normal sexual taste, self-respect, and personal decency. They are severely demoralized by the wrongness displayed by their enemy. Some are even fighting with their visuals dimmed.
And how wouldn't they? Those crossdressed Picards are taunting them with every way imaginable. Some of them are dancing like cheerleaders in suggestive, choreographed movements; kicking their hairy legs around and showing their hairy armpits. Some others are touching themselves, caressing their flat chest with one hand and their bald head with another while muttering orgasmic moans in British-accented French. Some of them even taking turns to kneel in front of another, performing a certain activity that is simply too wrong to describe (the wrongest part of it is that they swallow instead of spit).
Kreshna contemplates; if the Stormtroopers keep fighting this way, they wouldn't be able to buy the time until reinforcements arrive. Androids and Picards really make a deadly combination. And of course, the androids are emotionless, totally unaffected by their gross comrades.
But what if those androids have emotions?
Darth Kreshna remembers reading something about "Lieutenant-Commander Data", on which these androids are modelled upon. He also recalls a certain device called "emotion chip". He closes his eyes, trying to reach out using the Force.....
CLINK!
Kreshna's bet has paid. With a nudge, he just activated the emotion chip of Destructionator's androids. With their emotions activated, the androids are no longer invulnerable to the wrongness displayed by their fighting comrades. Some of them are still concentrating on repelling the boarding Stormtroopers, but some others are going frenzy.
Some androids are turning against their Picard comrades instead;
at them with intense zeal and
expression. Others are fleeing from the battlefield while gouging their mechanical eyes out. There are even some androids who form a queue in front of the ship's replicator, producing a typewriter for each, then sit down on the floor and typing their resignation letter to Destructionator while reading it aloud.
Darth Kreshna turns to the Stormtroopers, "alright, everyone stop being a pussy! Hold your grounds until reinforcement arrive!"
Suddenly the ship shudders, while sounds of multiple explosions can be heard far away. It seems the reinforcements has arrives.
"Whew!" Kreshna exhales in relief.