Well, that was unbelievably easy. Fixed my Palm, got Documents to Go up and running again, and have fiinished the twelfth chapter of E:JF.

Here ya go. Enjoy.

Chapter 12: Ducky Hunt

Splitter led the Jackrabbits on a wild chase through the congested streets of Aevias, and the passers-by looked simply bewildered as the green rabbit, then the three others, sped by. Some of the said passers-by were literally swept off their feet.
Splitter was still watching his small device’s screen as it constantly changed. There was a small blip on the corner of the screen, and the blip was slowly approaching the center of the display. He was making hazardous stop-on-a-dime ninety-degree turns, and the Jackrabbits, especially Spaz, were having an extremely difficult time skidding to a stop and taking off again. Spaz was often not as successful as his brother and sister at slowing down, and many bystanders had gotten injuries, fortunately minor, to prove it.
Splitter finally seemed to find the place he was looking for, and bolted inside. Jazz and Lori stopped in front of the building, but Spaz, as usual, tripped over his socks, and flew headfirst into a nearby spectator.
Lori recognized the unintentional obstacle as soon as he got up. “Indigo? How’d you get here so fast?”
Rubbing his torso, Indigo mumbled, “It’s called a shortcut. I figured Splitter would end up here.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Let’s just say he well-knows someone here, and he hasn’t seen her in a long time. Maybe a bit too long.”
“Her? A girl?”
“Would you happen to know any guys referred to as ‘her’?”
“Very funny.” Lori looked up to the building Splitter had rushed into. “ARMOR?”
“Aevian Reconaissance/Military Objectives Recovery. Basically, Aevias’ Secret Service.”
“Sounds like fun,” Jazz remarked, as they went inside.
Once inside, they found Splitter nearby, looking frantically at the building’s floor plan, then to his input/output device, then back to the floor plan. He was mumbling something that sounded vaguely like “She’s here, so where is she?”
An elevator opened a short distance down the hall to their right, and Splitter turned hopefully towards the sound. A lone rabbit, with dark gray fur, stepped out of the elevator. She was greeted with the sound of Splitter screaming, “DUCKY!”
Splitter came at her like a small train, complete with the sound effects: “duckyduckyduckyduckyduckyduckyGWAR!” He launched himself at the gray-furred rabbit. As the flying rabbit approached, she neatly sidestepped, and chuckled as Splitter did a headlong swan-dive into the floor. She then seemed to notice Indigo and the Jackrabbits standing in close proximity for the first time, and greeted them whole-heartedly. “Indigo, right? Sergeant Indigo?”
Indigo beamed widely. “Actually, Lieutenant Indigo by now. Somehow, I managed to get myself promoted.”
His smile then turned to a look of mock disappointment. “And then I got myself stuck with these crazy characters.”
“Aw, too bad,” Ducky replied, with a coy smile on her face. She then turned her attention to the other three rabbits. “And what good inhabitant of Carrotus with half a brain wouldn’t be able to recognize the Jackrabbit family?”
“Are you implying that you have half a brain?” Jazz inquired.
“Still more than certain people,” she replied with a grin, nodding behind her to the half-upright Splitter. As the small rabbit got up, he noticed Ducky still standing close by, with her back to him. He launched himself at her again from his half-standing position, and almost bowled her over as he landed on her back. He clung onto her back like a parasite, and there were both laughing giddily and rotating around crazily until Ducky skillfully crouched down, somersaulting Splitter over her head, and tickled him around the ribs for a second or two. That left him convulsing on the floor in laughter for a few minutes.
As Splitter laid on the floor, recovering from his mirth, Jazz said to Ducky, “So, I take it you two already know each other. And well, by the looks of it,” he added.
“You’re right there. I’ve known the little goony since he was naught but a fuzzy little fuzzball.” Ducky chuckled. “He used to be so cute…”
“Hey!” Splitter was now on his feet again, and was glaring at Ducky. “I’m not cute! What are you talking about?”
Ducky rolled her eyes, and put her face into her hand, shaking her head bemusedly. “Some people are just too much to understand.”
“You got that right,” Indigo replied. “Imagine having to be his partner for a full… no , make that a year and a half by now. I think I’ve gone mildly insane.”
Now Splitter wheeled on Indigo. He raised his finger as if he were about to say something critical, but then lowered it again as he realized that he had forgotten what the critical something was.
Then, Jazz remembered what they had come to Aevias for in the first place. “Ducky, do you know of any place where we can refuel?”
“Refuel what?”
“Er, our airboards.”
“What airboards?”
Something resurfaced from the back of Jazz’s mind. “Oh, poo gas! We left our airboards back at the teleportal!”
Ducky, however, was unfazed. “Don’t worry about it. We can supply you with new ones.”
“We?”
“ARMOR. We’ve got enough to spare.”
“‘Roight then,” Jazz said, suddenly acquiring an outlandish accent. He quickly dropped it again when he received puzzled glances from the others. He continued. “Lead on to the airboards, esteemed Ducky.”
“Oooyay, I’m esteemed,” Ducky giggled, as she led them down the hall.
While ARMOR didn’t have as extensive a stockade of airboards as Outpost 12, the supply was impressive enough for all five of them, excluding Ducky, to find a satisfactory board. After they had all found a suitable board, Spaz once again began to fly uncontrollably around the room, gripping for dear life on to the nose of his airboard as it propelled him about wildly. Splitter made the unwise, and unexpected, mistake of floating in the path of the rampant airboard, and he unwillingly stopped both board and rider with his forehead. As Spaz and his airboard crashed into the wall, Splitter fell backwards off his own board, sending it careening into a high shelf, which dislodged an open, empty crate resting on the shelf. The crate landed, open side down, on top of Lori, trapping her inside. The loud WHUMP of the box landing startled Indigo slightly, but enough to make him lose his balance atop his airboard. His board zipped out from under his feet, directly at Jazz, who was practicing his expertise at performing airboard flip-tricks. As he was halfway through a varial kickflip, Indigo’s board collided with his own, sending it spiraling away from him. As Jazz hit hard on the floor, having no board to cushion his landing, Ducky was still laughing at the amazing chain of events as both airboards caught her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
As Lori peeped out from the box that had landed on her, she couldn’t help but chuckle at the state of everyone else. Spaz was upside-down and almost buried in the wall; Splitter was ruefully rubbing his neck, having landed on the back of his head, cracking two of his neck vertebrae; Indigo had whacked his head on another shelf, and was completely unconscious; Jazz was massaging a sore knee after landing on it, instead of landing on his airboard, as planned; and Ducky was still trying to regain her breath after being railed by two airboards, right in the stomach.
Lori pushed the box off herself, then went to help Jazz up. After Jazz had recovered, they set to work on prying Spaz out of the wall. After a few seconds of strain on Lori and Jazz’s part, Spaz popped out of the wall, flying across the room and right into the open box that Lori had left. As Lori peered into the crate, Spaz grinned sheepishly back at her. Lori rolled her eyes, chuckled, then tipped the box backwards with her foot, so that Spaz fell out onto the floor.
Spaz got up and scratched his head for a second. He then seemed to notice, for the first time, the hole he had put in the wall. As he went to retrieve his airboard from beneath the rabbit-shaped crater, Jazz laid his foot on top of it. “Best stay off your airboard for the time being, Spaz. You wouldn’t want to–”
At that point, the airboard’s AI assumed it had a rider on it, and rose into the air accordingly. Unfortunately for Jazz, he only had one foot, and roughly half his weight, on the airboard, which meant it rose twice as fast. Jazz fell backwards, twisting he uninjured knee, and landed hard on his back. Meanwhile, the board flipped once through the air, before clattering to the ground again. Ducky, who had quickly taken a crouching position with Splitter behind the open crate, sighed in relief that it had not set off another chain reaction.
Lori looked down at her fallen brother, laughing. “Maybe it’s you who should stay off your airboard for a while, eh, Jazz?”
The indignant Jazz narrowed his eyes at his sister, but remained silent.

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