you always get them ...
Sorry about the wait. I wasn't allowed on Internet.
Falcon, try the search option. I'd get the link for you, but I don't know how I'm sorry. Last I heard, they screwed up and it's listed as being started by Kiku. Weird.

Coppertop leaned back in her seat with a sigh of relief. They had barely made it through the corridor, and now the Assassin sat on the icy surface of Keenrei, fully shielded and cloaked. Vortex Crawler and Moonblaze sat, ready for battle, just beyond her ship, barely visible through the blowing snow. As she watched the veiwports, Jassiv's ship [/i]Starblown[/i] set down a short distance off. The informant would lead them through the sewers (which, he assured her were no longer in use). He admitted that they could be in danger - rumors said that Beren's pet Kronans patrolled any way in or out - but assured them that he knew a "safe" way in. Copper didn't ask any questions; at least they were better prepared now than they had been in the assault on Kroys. And they had the element of surprise.
Zanzibar was hiding something. Everything he did hinted at another motive. She had expected him to jump at any chance to hurt the killer of his love, Vorsyelvo, but instead he was being oddly cautious, almost timid. She would have to find out why - maybe Phoebe could unravel the mystery for her. The pair were close friends.
Jassiv was waiting. The blue rabbit sparked something in Copper's memory, but she couldn't place him, or his accent. He was probably both a native Keenrein and a wanderer - none of which mattered right then. What did matter was the fact that Wild Angel trusted him, and he was willing to help them.
"Come on," he said, and they followed him to where two flat-bottomed cargo skimmers lay, half-buried in snow. He started them up and the rose off the ground, shedding snow and ice. Copper was glad she had brought her cloak; the wind was something else, penetrating to the bone. She'd never noticed how warm Carrotus was, or any other world for that matter.
With her piloting one ship and Jassiv the other, they shot over the frozen ground. She could not begin to imagine their destination.
After what seemed like an eternity, a dark shape appeared on the icefield before them like an inkblot on a sheet of white paper. As they drew nearer, penetrating the concealing veils of snow, it resolved into a delapidated building, crumbling and eroded by years of exposure to the punishing winds, frosts and icestorms of this hostile climate. This, Copper deduced, was the entrance into the sewers.
The skimmers shuddered to a halt, spilling passengers and snow. Of all her team, Kaz seemed the least affected by the cold and Zanzibar the most. She supposed it was because of Firen's hot temperatures.
There were no guards here. Jassiv explained that although the soldiers were prepared for the cold, reptiles like lizards and turtles were still affected, and Kronans were too stupid to stand guard in this place, haunted as it was by the eerie song of the Fluters. The concealing snow lent an aura of mystery, and it would be easy for a dimwitted, half awake guard to think he saw something and set off a false alarm. False alarms took time, resources and a great deal of patience to deal with, all of which were in short supply.
"Getting in is the easy part. Getting out isn't. Getting through is the difficult part," Jassiv said.
"Trust me."

The sewers, unlike the frigid, howling surface, were heated. Just aboce freezing, all the same there was a vast difference in temperature that Coppertop noticed immediately. The fact that there was no wind helped immensely. There were guards down here, but they mostly patrolled the service shafts, not the actual sewer tunnels. A fine layer of moss and algae coated the walls and floors, muffling all sound, and the air was stale and fetid. Everybody complained. Nobody did anything else.
Coppertop was not entirely sure about Jassiv. Wild Angel trusted him and she had to rely on that, but the mercenary would much rather have established her own kind of trust first. However, the faith of Wild Angel would have to do.
They followed Jassiv in single file, silent and grim, hoping to survive and praying to avoid any patrols.
They were nearly there when the alarm sounded.

Jassiv looked around, not quite frantic. This could be a false alarm, but he doubted it. It was too timely. He could hear distant shouts as the guards who patrolled this sector came alert. Before those guards could react he turned back to the grey-furred rabbit who strode alongside him, coolly assessing their situation. He admired her calm, especially when compared to his reaction.
Coppertop eyed him doubtfully. He knew what she was thinking - had he led them into a trap? He hoped not. They were almost there - why couldn't the alarm have stayed quiet? But even as he panicked, the icy calm that had settled on him since Iceshadow's death fell again.
"This way," he said. "Hurry! The time for silence is over." Copper nodded calmly and glanced back at a black rabbit near the back of the group. Although she did not speak the rabbit nodded and turned to say somehting to a young purple rabbit beside him, who was armed to the teeth. Jassiv turned his attention back to the tunnel ahead. Dimly he could hear a horde of soldiers thundering towards them, shaking the floor slightly. Clearly they knew nothing of stealth. His team had just enough time -
But what he saw when he rounded the corner stopped him dead, making him slump briefly in defeat before straightening.
The way out was blocked by two reptilian guards. They'd run out of time.

No hope - they were trapped. Jassiv felt the sharp stab of panic overwhelmed by that strange peace.
Two large, hissing lizards, one dark brown, the other a dirty yellow, stood blocking the tunnel. One carried in one hand a linneral, a Keenrein weapon that spat serrated, circular, spinning blades rapidly; the other hand held a translucent, humming reflector shield. Reflector shields sent projectiles back towards their point of origin.
The yellow lizard carried a high-powered blaster with a rapid-fire charge attatched, and another reflector shield. Jammed in his belt was a long knife with a pale blue jewel in the end of the pommel, framed by two silver wings. With a shock of grief-fueled anger that lasted as long as the panic had, Jassiv recognized it as the gift he had given to Iceshadow, long ago, before Kroys.
Turning to Coppertop, who stood poised beside him, torchlight glinting on her naked blade, he smiled sadly. He knew what he had to do.
"The way out is right behind them, mercenary. Up the ladder, then follow the tunnel up. I'll buy you time. You kill those two, and I'll take care of the rest." He gestured towards the two advancing lizards. He would have turned away, but she caught his wrist and held his eyes with her own shadowy ones, reading his intent clearly. She nodded slightly and released him, glancing over at the silent Claw.
Claw's powerful Protec blaster was in his hand with blurring speed and he fired two shots in rapid succession. One hit the yellow lizard's reflector shield, but had barely struck before the second shot hit the first, creating a small soundless explosion. The yellow lizard's shield shattered.
Coppertop was less decorous. Closing in on the darker reptile, she simply sliced his shield in half, and then cold-bloodedly slew them both. Jassiv turned towards the main host, which would by now be pounding towards them.
As he did, he caught Wild Angel looking at him, disbelief and fear in her eyes. He smiled at her, then remembered something. Bending over the dead lizard, he yanked Iceshadow's blade from its' belt and took the dark lizard's linneral. Thus armed, he turned away from Angel's uncomprehending look. He didn't have time to answer questions.
"Go," he told Copper. "Your pilot friend should be waiting for you. Run!" Wild Angel tried again to catch his eyes, but he forced himself to ignore her despairing look. He had a job to do.
The miniature army was almost to the corner, to judge by the sound he was making. He paused and found a small alcove that could shield him from all but the worst attacks. When the last of Copper's friends had passed him and gone up the ladder, he began to fire on the soldiers.
Serrated, spinning blades were spat out by the linneral with a low metallic hum. They cut a swath through the unsuspecting soldiers, causing an abrupt halt while they milled, confused. Then they apparently came to a discision, and once more the enemy advanced.
Then they were upon him, and he discarded the linneral. Drawing Iceshadow's knife, he threw himself into the main body of his enemy without a backwards glance.
The last thing he saw before they surrounded him was Wild Angel's beautiful, haunted, terrified eyes. Then she was gone, and there was nothing but the enemy, their blades, and blood and pain and, oddly, joy ...
And then there was nothing.

That's all I have for now. Sadness