Subject: {FanFic} The Bacta Nazi Date: Wed, 22 Mar 2000 13:27:16 -0500 From: "LT.HIT-MAN" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.vs.starwars Enjoy The Bacta Nazi It had been a long and hard fought battle betwen the Empire and S-31's elite troll gaurds. After six months of countless lives lost, cites rized to ashes the Empire was victours. As the stream of wounded Stormtroopers, reguler Imperial army roopers and a few Tie pilots that had been shot down flooded into the the med-labs on the SSD *Ball Buster* The rest of the Imperial armed forces where where cleaning up the lst of the Freartion's pathic armed forces there was a genreal feeling of relive that the war was over but however the was one problem that still remained, a med-tech know only as the Bacta Nazi! Med-Tech frist class Joe Blow was in a realy pissy mood, he had been sleeping peacefuly and dreaming of a long winter trip with his girl-friend when he got the call to get his skiny, cracked ass down to the Med-Lab as there was a few troop transports with incoming wouned. Joe got dressed and may his way to the Med-Lab, the rest of the Med-Techs cleared out of his way, Joe's temper and leangedry cruelty was well know though out the Empire, there had been a Fleet officer who had a bad case of hemroids and when to have them taken care off but it was his bad luck that Joe was the Med- Tech that was on duty at the time that was bad enough but the Fleet officer make the mistake of complaning about his problem to Joe who was badly hung over. The poor Fleet offcier had the hemroids taken care of, with you the benafit of pain killers as well as an unplaned gender re- asignment. Joe was standing over a Tie pilot who's legs had been crushed when his Tie bomber had been shot down the the fromedable phaser AAA that S-31 had set up around it's main HQ as the Empire begain it's fianl assult on the Earth. "Doc can my lages be saved?" the Tie Pilot asked, gritting his teeth as the pain washed over him like a flood of lava, not knowning that his legs where crushed to a pulp. Joe was pissed if there was one thing he could not stand it was a whiner. "NO BACTA FOR YOU!, NEXT!" Joe screamed at the Tie pilot as he pushed the hover bed away, the Tie pilot died shortly after that. A Stormtrooper stagered over to Joe with a gut full of shrappenal as the other Med-Tech worked like frantic ants as the wounded kept piling up, Joe started to work on him when the Stormtrooper though no faul of his own bled all over Joe's boots as Joe started to dig the shrappenal out of his guts. "YOU BLED ON MY BOOTS!, NO BACTA FOR YOU, COME BACK IN A WEEK, NEXT!" Joe screamed as he riped the poor Stomre's guts out, it had taken him a good three hours to get the nice shine he had on his boots before this rude and insenctive bastered had the gall to bleed all over them. An regualer Imperial ground pounder was wheeled over to him with 3rd degree burns to over 65% percent of his chared body. Joe reached out to do a med scan the the man in front of him when his hand accadently brushed agenst his smoking arm and the bbq'ed trooper let out such a pain filled scream that a few of the other Med-Techs had a realy hard time to keep there bladdters in check. "WHAT YOU DARE TO SCREAM YOU PUSSY, NO BACTA FOR YOU, COME BACK IN ONE SOLER YEAR, NEXT!" Joe yelled as he grabed the screaming man by the chared stump of a leg and throw him out of the Med-Lab. "EXCUSE ME!, BUT I AM IN NEED SOME SERIOUS MEDCIAL ATTENTION HERE!" A stormtrooper yelled, his voice was a rumbling beratone, the outspoken Stormtrooper was hold his bloody side that had been ripped open when a photon mortor shell had been launched into the middle of his squad, with a cybernetic hand. Joe was realy pissed off now, frist he had ben woken up to take care of a bunch of dumb asses who had gotten messed up then some kriff wit bled on his once nicely shined boots then some wimp started screaming becuase he acadently touched him and now he has some lippy Stormtrooper giving him a hard time. "WHAT YOU D-ACHHKKCK"Joe's eye went wide in terror as he felt the life being throttled from him, he watched in ever gorwing horror as the Stortrooper with the ripped up side held out his his bloody cyber hand and was slowly colsing it into a fist and with his other hand he reached for his helmet. LT.Hit-Man was annoyed if he had gotten the call for him to get a squad together and renforce the push for Brazil, S-31 had set up then main HQ there so he rounded up some "volunters", an E-11 can be ever so persavie but not less then five minutes of romping around, behading blasting Fed ground pounders him and his sqaud got hit with a photon mortor shell, turning his squad into chucks of dead meat and causing him some discomfort and now he had to some low life Med-Tech start to give him an addtude, not in this life time. LT.Hit-Man pulled off his helmet and put his scared face up colse the the luckless Med-Tech who was now pissing himself as he felt the last few minutes of his life slip away. LT.Hit-Man smiled, that cold lifless smile that he had showen o many beings before it was lights out for them. "No life for you, NEXT!" LT.Hit-Man said in a low rumbling wisper that chilled the blood of everyone in the Med-Lab, there was a loud, wet crunhing sound as he closed his his bloody cyber hand that was fallowed by the ragged chreeing of Troopers and Med-Techs as Joe's body hit the deck with a nice meaty thud. LT.Hit-Man then grabed a Bacta shot and injected himself with it. PHISST! "Ahhh that's the stuff." he said as the bacta started to heal him, he then got to work on helping the Med-Tech to heal the other wounded Troopers. Fins -- "Do or do not there is no try." *And that is when Luke snaped and gave into the dark side, he then bitch slaped the little green troll like being that had tormented him for so long*