FAQing Hostile:
               Subcultural Mutant Otaku Versus the Mundanes
                                Chapter 5
                   Written by Greg 'Lusipher' Hoogendam
                  Edited by Ardweden the Kawaii Aardvark

             (FAQing Hostile originally spawned by Twoflower)


	Dave stirred.  Around him, the long black tunnel he had been in 
blurred and slowly began to resolve itself in to stark white walls.  
Blinking once, the young otaku stared at the large red cross with a 
chansey painted in the center.

	"Whe... where am I?" He spoke, his voice raspy.  Looking around, he 
saw no one in the room but him.

	A burning sensation made itself known.  Shucking the sheet that 
covered his body, Dave felt a sharp twinge of pain shoot up one side of 
his body.  Looking down, he saw an angry red circle of fresh scar tissue.  
Giving it a light touch, the twinge returned.

	Dave gritted his teeth and hissed, searching his memory's for what 
had happened.  All that came to mind was the worst pain he'd ever felt, 
and a woman... Vixen?... screaming.

	Dave slowly raised himself off the bed, the pain a near constant at 
the moment.  Steadying himself with one hand, the boy swung his legs over 
the side and lowered himself down.  Dave let out a slight yelp as his 
feet hit the floor and was barely able to catch himself on the bed.

	Unbeknownst to Dave the door opened during his little display, and 
Vixen Hiroshima entered.  "Dave," she began, "You shouldn't be up and 
moving yet. Hell, your lucky you're still alive."

	"Where... where am I?  What happened?" Dave asked, understandably 
confused.

	"You did something either incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid. I 
can't decide which.  And you got yourself shot, causing us to abort the 
EPCOT mission," Vixen explained.  "As to where we are, we are currently 
onboard the Otakuland Hovercraft Rurouni."

	"OTAKULAND! You mean there's other survivors?" Dave nearly shouted, 
letting go of the bed's edge and taking small, awkward steps towards 
Vixen.

	Vixen nodded softly.  "A few, at least 2 others...  We think there 
might be more."

	"So... are we going to try and find them?" Dave inquired.

	"WE aren't," Vixen said bluntly.

	"Huh?"
	
	"Let me explain."

	Vixen led Dave out into a hallway, and then into a warmer room.  
There she explained what had happened while he'd been out, from the 
escape from Disneyworld to the rendezvous with Kenishi and Arashi.

	Then she began explaining the current situation, "Okay, it's like 
this, Newbie.  We think there may be more survivors, but we also know 
that someone is responsible for Otakuland's destruction.  Now that we 
have two vehicles, we have two agendas.  The Rurouni, with Arashi and 
Kenishi, will begin a search for other survivors and a new homeland.  
Sherman and the rest of us will hunt down the person responsible for the 
death of Otakuland."

	Vixen sighed.  This next part was the one she dreaded telling most.  
"David... I think it would be best if you stayed with Kenishi and 
Arashi."

	Dave blinked, then blinked again. "What?  Stay here?  Why?"  The 
puzzled boy asked, looking around.

	"Dave, you're hurt.  You need to heal up, and driving around in 
Sherman isn't the best way to do that," Vixen replied, her voice soft, 
but firm.

	"But... I want to go with you," David said.

	Vixen blinked, "With... me?"

	"Yeah, you, and B1FF and Phreakachu..."

	Vixen blinked, had she been hoping for another answer?  Why was she 
acting this way?  "... Why do you want to come with us?"

	David thought, and finally answered, "Otakuland was my dream as 
well, Vixen.  To me, it represented a place where I would finally belong, 
and now that opportunity's been taken away.  I want to find who did it, 
and punish him.  I have just as much in this as you do."

	Vixen sighed; she hadn't been expecting him to answer that way.  
"Dave.... We have no idea where we're going.  We may not find anything.  
Are you sure you want to come with us?"

	Dave nodded solemnly.

	Vixen stood up and walked to the door, "Then get some rest.  We 
leave in the morning."

	And with that, she was gone.

	David grinned.  It was a small victory, but one nonetheless.

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	The next morning saw Sherman and the Rurouni side by side.  The 
crews of both vehicles were busy saying goodbye and wishing each other 
luck on their quests.

	Finally, Kenishi and Arashi re-boarded the Rurouni, as Vixen and 
the rest climbed into Sherman.

	Vixen took her usual position, "Sherman?"

	"Yes miss Hiroshima?"

	"Set a course for Miami."

	B1FF blinked, "M14m1? Why 4r3 w3 g01ng th3r3?"

	Vixen shrugged, "We have to start somewhere."

	Sherman chimed in, "Course set.  ETA one hour"

	Vixen nodded.  "Then let's go."

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	45 minutes later, Sherman chimed in again.  "Miss Hiroshima.... I 
am detecting a Starfleet Vessel in the vicinity, they are requesting we 
stop."

	Vixen was puzzled.  "Stop?  Any reason why?"

	"They claim to have received our distress beacon.  Apparently they 
wish to render aid."

	"A bit late, isn't it?  Full Stop."

	Sherman complied, the engine slowly dying.  "The Starfleet vehicle 
will be here in 10 minutes."

	Vixen nodded.

	Dave peeked his head in the door.  "Why are we stopping?"

	"D00d, 1t's the f0cking Tr3kk13es!" Biff said, as he leaned back in 
his chair.

	"Trekkies?"  Dave blinked.

	Vixen nodded.  "They say they want to help."

	Dave nodded and closed the door again, getting back to reading the 
FAQ.

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	Vixen and B1FF stood in front of Sherman, watching the Trekkie ATV 
pull closer.

	Dave stood next to Rachel and Phreakachu on top of Sherman, guns 
hidden behind the backs of the two humans, just in case.

	"Chu... Pikachupika pi pi pika...."

	Dave blinked, "Phreakachu, I cnat understand a word you say."

	Phreakachu sighed and passed the joint over to Rachel.

	Down on the ground, the Trekkie ship pulled up and stopped, the 
treads of the ATV kicking up dust and dirt.  A hatch on the side opened, 
and out stepped four men.

	The Trekkies walked up, and one introduced himself, "I am Captain 
De La Cruz, of the Starship Faithful.  This is my Number One, Commander 
Williams, and my Science Officer, Mr. Plock."  He pointed to the two men 
flanking him, one with taped ears. "And this..." Captain De La Cruz said, 
pointing at the young man behind him, "Is our redshirt, Ensign Smith." 
The redshirt saluted proudly.

	"I'm Vixen, and this is B1FF."  Vixen pointed up to the others, 
"That's Dave, Rachael, and Phreakachu...  You said something about help?"

	Captain De La Cruz nodded.  "We originally intercepted your 
distress call regarding a wounded crewman.  We traced it and found what 
was left of your planet."

	Vixen blinked.  "Planet?  You mean Otakuland?"

	"Of course.  We began an investigation, but were unable to turn up 
much other than the fact your own orbital defense platforms were 
responsible."

	Vixen nodded.  "We know that much, but no Otakulander would turn 
the platforms on Otakuland."

	"As we surmised.  We believe that someone else took command of the 
stations, and used them against you.  We would also like to offer you the 
support of the United Federation of Planets in finding those responsible 
and bringing them to justice."

	"Thank you, but... we don't know where to begin."

	"Simple.  Head to Starfleet Command; I'll radio the Council to 
expect you, and you can plead your case to them," De La Cruz instructed.  

	Vixen smiled gratefully.  "Thank you. "

	De La Cruz nodded.  "We must be going.  We have to reach 
TurnerVille in two days," he said apologetically.

	Vixen bowed.  "Of course.  We thank you for your help and will be 
sure to mention you and your crew favorably to Starfleet."

	And with that, our heroes entered Sherman and slowly began to move 
off towards Starfleet Command.


Finis
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Authors Notes

Okay, yes it's short, it was meant to be.
I wanted to give an overall plot a slight push... aside form 'Kill 
Disney'.

At any rate, I'm thinking Roadtrip across Post-Apocalyptic America,

Thanks for reading.
Greg Hoogendam