Never Trust a Man Named Jiminy

So I was out browsing in a market section trying to find some spirits to kick a hangover when this spry chap danced up to me and introduced himself as Jiminy. He asked if perhaps I would be interested in some of his special merchandise.



I was interested in staring at his assistant for a moment longer so I allowed him to continue.



Jiminy and his assistant danced some form of jig for a moment which was then followed up by more of his assistants popping out of nowhere and chiming in.



Jiminy said there had been a shipping error and he had received some extra "Special Ops" Mymidon battlecruisers that he was selling off for cheap. He said I looked like a smart man who could appreciate a good bargain which naturally I had to agree with. He sealed the deal by making a nice comment about my space bubble hat and I walked away the proud owner of 2 "Special Ops" Myrmidons.

Fast foreward a bit and there I was, In space with one of my new Myrms fully confident in my invincibility. It didn't matter that a whole gang had tackled me on a stargate because this was no ordinary Myrm. Burning for the stargate I grinned as I pounded my fist on the Special Ops speed boost button. It caved in revealing it was nothing more then painted over cardboard. "Damn you Jiminy!!!" echoed though the depths of space as my ship exploded.

To save some embarassement I had the hanger crew scrape off the decals that said "Special Ops" on the second Myrm and off I went once again. I found myself engaged in combat along with fellow Tusker Proxyyyy when once again something terrible happened. The next Myrm was taken down due to a corroded power link coupler that must have been salvaged off of a mothballed Vexor or something. It was enough to get me caught by a Rapier that held me down for the gang. Luckily it didn't affect the turrets so I assisted in killing the Rapier along with a Buzzard moments before.

If I ever see that damn Jiminy again I'm gonna sell him his teeth back for a "good deal".

Snypes