Dibbun HQ

[Tarpin]

This is a joke and a game, so I felt this board was appropriate. This concept was started on the old DAB Voy board forums. It's an easy and fun game. Special rescue teams are send from Dibbun HQ to save captured dibbuns from the elders. The game gets wacky really fast, so be prepared. Elders are generally NPC, so anyone can play them. Nothing that happens in this game can be taken seriously. Without further ado, I present: Dibbun HQ.

[Tarpin]

0700 Hours, Dibbun HQ, Redwall Abbey, Mossflower Country
The general bustle around Dibbun HQ was almost therapeutic to Marvin. It had been a quiet night. Marvin took another bite out of a large piece of pie stolen from the kitchen window. Marvin was a squirrelbabe. He was also an analyst for dibbun HQ. His job was to sift through any intelligence, and brief the rescue teams, before they were sent out. He glanced across the large octagon shaped room. At the teams of rescue dibbuns. They were looking restless and were checking their equipment for the fifteenth time that day. Stretchers, weapons, mud balls, candied chestnuts and the rest. Rescuing dibbuns was a serious business. The Redwall Elders did all in their power to torture young dibbuns into growing up into responsible beasts, going to bed early, taking baths, eating vegetables, and learning maths were only a few of their horrifying tactics. It was Dibbun HQ’s job to rescue distressed dibbuns from the paws of the elders, and provide them with rehab so that they didn’t fall into “elder shock”. As Marvin was pondering these things, Turfee Treebottom, a mousebabe, burst into the tree house headquarters. “I’ve gotta SOS note! It was thrown from the middle dormitory window on the third floor of the main building!” Turfee waved a scrap of parchment in the air.
Marvin was at his side in a flash. “Give it here.” Snatching the parchment, he smoothed it out across a desk. It was stained with bathwater and is smelled like cabbage. Marvin squinted at the smudged writing. “Help! Gotted by eldars. Baffed an edgimicated. There’s a dibbun trapped in the abbey! This is a job for B squad!”
Torren, Captain of B squad already had his pack on. “Right! On your paws, B squad! Middle dorm, third floor. We’ll make our way as stealthily as we can for as far as we can, surprise them and then rope out the window with the VIP before they know what hit them! Marvin, have the rehab team ready!”
With that, B squad climbed single file down the rope ladder to the grassy ground between the orchard trees. The morning sun caused the dew to sparkle. Birds chirped in the branches of the trees. All was quiet. Torren Whispered back to B squad, “Alright, move quick. Duck and weave. We’ll move to the edge of the orchard and then plan our approach to the building. Let’s move!” But just as he finished, Brother Nordstrom popped his head around the trunk of the tree. “There you dibbuns are! It’s time for breakfast! Go wash up.” All the dibbuns jumped. Torren reacted quickly. Lifting his bow, I shouted, “RUN!” And fired a Strawberry tipped arrow at the Brother’s green habit. Then he sprinted for the Abbey building.