[Fester]

At that point fester felt he should make his presence known.
“Research on Fes? My my Iamme.”
Piaz turned and despite the tears a big smile appeared on her face as she ran and practically jumped in his arms.
Fester grinned as he hugged her then reached down and pat her on her bottom.
“Now; now little one, a lady does not run in the house.”
I am me began laughing as hard as he could. Causing both Fester and Piaz to look at him.
As he continued laughing they looked at each other, as if to say, “Yeah…he’s crazy” then looked back at him.
After a little bit, when Iamme realized he was the only one laughing he cleared his throat but still had a look of humor on his face. “"Ahem Fester when you have some time I would like to borrow it, there are a few questions I would like to ask you until then I have something that requires my attention. "Ahem, Fester when you have some time I would like to borrow it, there are a few questions I would like to ask you until then I have something that requires my attention."
Fester nodded to him and as he walked by he whispered, “Go get em!” To Piaz with a wink.
Fester began to wonder what happened while he was gone but stopped wondering when a little fist thumped him on the chest. “Why did you leave me?”
Piaz glared at him in her righteous indignation and he had to swallow a laugh. She really did look like a thirteen year old pouting at him. Angry and sad, but happy that he was home all at the same time.
Fester smiled down at her and rubbed her head. “Where would you like to talk about this and other things?”
Piaz blinked in surprise before stuttering, “A..anyw..where you want.”
Fester felt some of his old self return as he smiled down at her. “The bedroom?”
Piaz blushed so dark Fester thought she would pass out. “I..I..if t..that..I..Is where…”
Fester shook his head and tossled her hair.
“No sweety, not yet. I was being silly. We aren’t quite ready for that yet.”
Piaz was prepared to go…she just got really nervous and excited at the same time. What if it hurts like when my uncle…what if he doesn’t like it after…what if doesn’t love me?
When fester tousled her and smiled at her…it made everything better. At that moment, he was the knight in…well his armor was rather disgusting, not shining at all…but it still felt the same if not looking the same.
They walked for a few minutes and fester opened a door which led out onto the balcony over looking the garden. He sat after she did and poured her a glass of ice tea, which made her blink. Where did that come from? She thought in surprise…then shook her head. If there was one thing she had learned being around him it was expect the unexpected.
After they both had tea, Fester took a sip of his and looked at her. “You have questions yes?”
Piaz nodded as she fiddled with her glass. This wasn’t exactly how she planned things. Her vision of a romantic moment, him professing his love, her admitting hers and them coming together in a blissful kiss didn’t seem anywhere to happening. “Well…we never did discuss our relationship before.” She said before lifting her eyes to him shyly.
Fester nodded. He felt like he did of old. Maybe he just needed to be reassured of who and what he was…or maybe there was something else going on in his mind that he didn’t know about. Either way…he would not miss this chance because of his own stupidity.
We have already set the terms of our relationship Piaz.” Fester reached over and lightly traced his finger over her collar which made her blush, but also saddened her. “So all I am is your slave?”
Fester’s temper flared briefly as he snatched his hand back. “NO! You are not and never were a slave! I do not train slaves and I do not condone slavery! I have given you a position of honor that few have held and fewer understand.”
At her confused look Fester sighed. “In the lifestyle I live…there are dominants, and there are submissives. I am Dominant, I have always been dominant and would not know how to be submissive if I was forced to. I train women and men to be what they desire. Submissive.” As her look got more confused he tried to break it down further. “Look…has there ever been a time when you wished someone else could make a decision for you? That you just didn’t want to deal with a situation?”
Piaz shook her head slowly. “Yes like if I had to take a test and I didn’t want to because I didn’t study.”
Fester shook his head in the negative. “No…that is different. What I mean is there are people out there who do not want to have to make decisions for themselves. They want someone to tell them what to do, how to dress, when to speak, when and what to eat…these people are submissives. Some muddle through life miserable because they are not allowed to be what they want to be. A lot of men in particular want to be submissive to a strong woman…but in their macho attitudes they are afraid to admit it because they don’t want to be belittled or made to feel weak. Now…both men and women feel this way…but men are the ones that fight it the hardest because society has dictated to men that they are the strong ones, the bread winners, the protectors. This dates back to the times when we all walked hunched over and ran from dinosaurs. And while it fit well back then…it does not fit the same as it used to. I would say the ratio for male to female that are submissive now compared to back say, in the 1970’s is 3 to 6 against and growing. While the ration is not balanced, I feel in time it will be.”
Piaz merely blinked at him which made him smile. “Sorry, too highbrow. What I meant to say was men and women are submissive, and more men are becoming submissive every day.”
Piaz nodded as she watched him, head cocked to the side. “I understand that…but what does that have to do with us?”
Fester chuckled. “Well as I was saying, there is a hierarchy to the Dom/sub relationship. When a Dom takes a sub as his own, that sub receives preferential treatment over any other subs in the house. In fact she becomes the lady of the house, and tells the other subs what to do and she only answers to her Dom. She is considered the alpha female of the house, second only to the master.”
Piaz’s eyes widened in astonishment as she began to understand, but before she could speak, fester held up his hand. “Before you start waving your arms and celebrating, you have to understand a few things. My word is still law…so if I tell you something has to be done, and we have other subs here, and by the end of the day it still isn’t done because you passed it on to another sub…you may punish that sub, but I will punish you.”
Piaz frowned as she considered it then nodded. “I understand.”
Fester nodded. “Good. Now you will be training directly under me…the lady of the manor can dress and act anyway she wishes, but she still has to be aware of certain protocols and must always know her place on both sides.”
Piaz understood that less…but she nodded again. “I understand.”
Fester smiled at her as he could see that she had doubts about something. “What are your thoughts…I won’t get angry.”
Piaz nodded before looking at him. “Are you sure I am submissive…I mean I don’t feel like it.”
Fester chuckled light and turned his head away from her briefly. Not sure what to say she looked down at her hands in her lap until Fester’s voice lashed at her like a whip. “PIAZ!”
Her head snapped up, eyes wide looking at him. “Show me your panties, NOW!!”
Piaz immediately jumped up and whipped her skirt in the air and held it there, before Fester’s smirk made her giggle as she realized he knew her better then she knew herself.
His eyebrows raised suggestively. “Very cute.”
Realizing she still held her skirt in her hand she put it down and stomped her foot with a pout. “No fair.”
Fester chuckled as he pulled her into his lap. “Life isn’t fair little one. It is full of pain and misery. The only thing that makes it worth while is the few snatches of pleasure and happiness that we have.”
Piaz nodded as she looked into his murky brown eyes…for some reason she felt compelled to say what was really on her mind, and even though she blushed hard, she would not miss this opportunity. “I want to be yours, all yours and no one else’s. Please take all of me?”
Fester, hearing her words got an erection and Piaz squirmed on top of it causing them both to flush lightly with smiles on their faces.
Fester cleared his throat as he stared back at her and nodded. “If that is truly what you wish, then I gladly accept you as my sub.”
Fester leaned forward and his lips touched Piaz’s and she whimpered as her heart began to hammer in her chest at speeds she never thought possible. Her legs squeezed together and she felt her nipples harden, goose bumps began quacking on her arms, and her holy of holies got all tingly and wet again.
As kisses go, it was only a chaste kiss, no tongue and no lip biting, but it was more then either had experienced in their memory.
After an eternity, they broke from each other and Piaz giggled as fester chuckled. Piaz was about to ask a question, but the sounds of chopping and cutting down in the garden caught both of their attentions. Fester waited until Piaz was off his lap then stood next to her and watched as Iamme attacked the plants in the garden, destroying the sticker and thorn bushes systematically, giving no quarter. Piaz stood in amazement as Iamme cleared one section after another with seemingly endless energy. They stood there for a time, just quietly observing his battle with the thorn creeper, a plant that Fester had brought with him because of it’s resistance to magic, and the fact that it was carnivorous to those not marked. Fester quietly made a symbol in the air and traced it on Piaz’s cheek, and sent it to alight on Iamme’s shoulder. As soon as it did…the thorn creeper retreated from the ferocity of the warrior, and the normal thorn and bramble plants succumbed to his righteous fury.
Piaz at that moment screeched as she jumped in the air. "Way to Go Super awesome Knight of the coolness table of the KING Fonzie!" Fester began to clap to him and so did Piaz, but then she looked sheepishly at her new master, the one who held her heart. “Ladies don’t do that do they?”
Fester reached down and smacked her bottom lightly. “We’ll work on that.”

[Photh]

A hot, hot shower, clean clothes, and a week of leftover take-out had Photh feeling himself again. Keypad locks on doors were a great thing. He ran through the past day, again, stuffing empty styrofoam clamshells and Thai pint boxes in the trash. How could one bar fight cause all this?

Many things I could tell.

"I bet."

Entering the bedroom, Photh sat on the bed, starting a the banyan box. White frost on the floor encircled it, crystals dotting the shibuichi corners. A force was effected the binding spell, weakening it. Not good. He briefly got up, moving close enough to touch the floor frost, sat back down. It was still damp. Whatever was happening, it wasn't from yesterday.

"Tell me what's going on." Please be easy.

Let me out, Thief.

"That was one time. Long ago." Nope, not easy.

You think Enlil forgets?

"We both know he doesn't. You're still here."

Atonement comes together not apart.

"No. I'm doing fine." Focus. "Tell me."

Old designs. Patient, wanton plans commencing.

"That doesn't help, an' you know it."

Let me help. Let me out. Justice will be serviced. All shall receive Justice.

"Your kind of justice, not mine. No." This was going nowhere.

The banyan box sat silent. Photh slammed the bedroom door, disgusted with himself for thinking it would help. Well, Irongate was off-limits, until the troopers cleared out. That left... Aw, hell. Slamming the apartment door on the way out.

[IamMe]

Slave
Pronunciation: \ˈslāv\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English sclave, from Anglo-French or Medieval Latin; Anglo-French esclave, from Medieval Latin sclavus, from Sclavus Slavic; from the frequent enslavement of Slavs in central Europe during the early Middle Ages
Date: 14th century

1 : a person held in servitude as the chattel of another
2 : one that is completely subservient to a dominating influence

Fool
Pronunciation: \ˈfül\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French fol, from Late Latin follis, from Latin, bellows, bag; akin to Old High German bolla blister, balg bag
Date: 13th century

1 : a person lacking in judgment or prudence
2 a : a retainer formerly kept in great households to provide casual entertainment and commonly dressed in motley with cap, bells, and bauble b : one who is victimized or made to appear foolish
3 a : a harmlessly deranged person or one lacking in common powers of understanding b : one with a marked propensity or fondness for something <a dancing fool> <a fool for candy>
4 : a cold dessert of pureed fruit mixed with whipped cream or custard


In my dreams I visit my past, Born into slavery I have had many masters in my life I had done many things I built cities for filth to hide in, I have worked the land so the greedy may eat, I have even Trained my own kind to serve the lazy that use there magic to bind us. it brings new meaning to life time guarantee, I was traded like school children trade bubble gum for baseball cards I hated my life the rune that was bonded to my hand its glow let others know I was a slave, If I tried to run away the rune would kill me, and if I disobeyed with a single word my master could make me feel the worst pain possible I had been in service for more than 17 years it felt like yesterday the Hot April day in the market place I was called into the dark tent There I could see the faint white skull the incense tingled my nostrils I felt my hand pulled as the pale Purple eyes opened behind the skull mask her words filled the room "You are now a slave, but you dream of more." my eyes watered I was afraid I didn't want to die I still wanted to live the gypsy's eye locked onto my tears "Why live? Why live if you are not free? A slave isn't alive a slave only exists, that is not life." at that moment I realized I wasn't alive I was still crying but they were not tears of fear they were tears of helplessness the gypsy spoke again "I will trade with you, your destiny in exchange for your life as a slave i shall give you the life of.." The gypsy pulled a card out of thin air "The Fool!" the room filled with smoke I began choking I fell backwards the tent disappeared Starring at my hand i watched as the rune Faded some of the local merchants saw the transformation they screamed "Deserter!, Stop him! " Running out of there stores they began trowing stones at me the stones hit my skin the pain shot through me I used my arms to cover my face the stones struck my arms I felt the bones in my left arm shatter and break I dropped my arm and screamed in pain I saw the stone fly toward my face I clenched my teeth ready to take the blow suddenly it was as if I were lifted in the air I looked down to see purple smoke the air around me felt like water I swam through the air until my body felt heavy I fell and hit the ground with a heavy thud landing on my left arm I screamed in pain the store owners turned there heads and saw me there united screams "SLAVE!" that was the first time the I felt my rage my power flowed through me I remember the screams of the shop owners they called me a devil , I remember that day four hundred slaves were reported to have been freed in that town. traveling through the barrens scared and confused it wasn't until I meet the gypsy again at the Oasis but that story is for another dream.

I awoke later that night there was a light knocking at the door, after stretching my arms and legs I rubbed my eyes and walk to the door I opened the door and there stood Fester the conversation that ensued would change my life...........

[John_McClane]

She was gorgeous just laying there beside me, and Jesus Christ, the thoughts swirling in my head embarrassed even me, but I couldn’t help myself anymore than a man dying of thirst catching his first drink of water would’ve been able to. Her beauty, her smile, her striking blue eyes, just everything about her drove me crazy. She had a hold of me in ways I’d rarely ever admit to anyone. I was a man entranced.

I felt complete around her y'know? If only she knew just how much her company, her companionship meant to me. I wouldn't tell her though, not yet. As tough a guy as I am, or make myself out to be I just wanted to hear her tell me how much she wanted me, how much she might need me first. I didn't want to fool myself into thinking there was something there when there wasn't but dammit if she couldn't feel what I was, that bond, that fucking pull then maybe I am just an old timer lost in his dreams. But how else could us meeting be explained? I didn't know her from shit and yet she shows up and saves my life. Amidst all the chaos going on we managed to find each other and stick it through.

Some people laugh at the concept of soulmates, hell I don't think I was much a believer myself until recently. I don't think in all my years I've felt this way, and would it be foolish of me to even consider the possibility? The last thing I wanted was to make assumptions on Sere's part, for fucks sake she might even be in a relationship as it is. A girl like her, so beautiful, so rambunctious, such a free spirit. The guys would be lining out her door to get a chance at her. Maybe it's just the high hopes of an aging man to think we could have a chance, but dammit I was going to fight for one.

I brushed the golden locks that obstructed my view away from her shoulder and gently traced my fingers along her side selfishly satisfying my own curiosity. I didn’t want to, hoped I wouldn’t, disturb her while she lied there so innocently, and lost in sleep, in dreams. Was she dreaming about me? Did Sere feel the same way about me as I was feeling about her? Would we, could we have a future together or was I just fooling myself again? I had been hurt before and as anyone who has could tell you it changes a man. It makes you a little jaded, vulnerable, and at times resentful.

Did a guy like me deserve someone like her anyway? I wasn’t exactly a master at relationships. I had failed miserably before no doubt about that, but I like to think I had changed, grown up some since last time. I made mistakes but I’m a man for fuck’s sake. Didn’t I deserve another chance at this? I wouldn’t let my work sabotage my relationship like it did before. I really fucked up by letting outside forces ruin what I had, and I didn’t even really fight for it like I should have. There isn’t a day goes by that I don’t regret letting her go, but I’d fight for Sere there was no question.

Maybe I was just hoping to finally take that step and actually reach for something good for once in my wretched life, something that would make me happy. Yeah I understand that it wouldn’t be an eternal happy ending like in the movies where we walk off and enjoy a life of bliss, but just being with her through the good and the bad would be enough for a guy like me. It’s all anyone really wants isn’t it? Just to make the most of what life has to offer, companionship. Fuck, look at me getting all sentimental and shit.

Sere shifts and places one of her arms under the pillow further. Poor kid, she deserved her rest after the past day’s event that was for sure and here I was getting all touchy feely. It was something that I never did in fact and I was surprised as I caught myself pulling my hand from her waist sharply. She drew me in though. Like those Sirens of legend. I guess I’d just have to wait and see where things go from here. She could count on me though, to be there for her whenever she needed. I’d wait for her for as long as I had to.

Can ya blame me for wanting something to go right for me just once? My apartment was gone, blown to hell and I was homeless so all I could do was drive around Jabville looking for a motel room I could afford on my pay.

“It wasn’t the Bellagio.” I chuckled to myself.

If whoever had Baw confined was aware of my participation in the assault on IronGate chances were I’d be out of a job now too. No money, no home, and a dump of a car out front just waiting to crap out on me. Yeah shit sucked but at least Sere was here. Her presence was calming, and soothing.

God, her skin was so soft to the touch, and her smell. Damn that smell was intoxicating. It was like a mix of flowers and strawberries. She moves closer to me and I couldn’t tell if it was purposefully or just her trying to get more comfortable, honestly I didn’t care.

“John?”

Her voice was soft yet weary, and exhausted so I didn’t answer pretending I was still sleeping. I just sat next to her for a few moments hoping she’d drift off back to sleep, after all she needed it, and I was pleased when she finally did. Try as I might however I just couldn’t get her out of my head and sleep wasn’t welcoming me in it’s embrace as it did for Sere. Gently I brushed her cheek with a soft kiss trying not to wake her and got up to take a shower, my last resort.

This post has been edited by John_McClane: 11 August 2009 - 02:43 AM

[Dart]

Amid the chaos in the MiB's forward command post, the small, slender yet shapely form of a young woman accompanied by two guards made their way to Zed as he barked orders above the din in the heavily reinforced bunker. Communications with JABville had become sketchy at best since Imperial Marines in Drop Ships had started to arrive. Her flowing honey-blonde hair poured over her shoulders and halfway down her back in a loose braid as she strode purposefully forward with a natural gait that caused men (and a few aliens) to stop what they were saying in mid sentence. Her form-fitting, teal tunic was tattered in places and smeared with dirt, ashes and blood, but she appeared to be unharmed. Halting before Zed, she announced,

"I am Daniella, Ambassador from Nymphonia and these are my two retainers, Guards of the Royal Court. A man named Dart asked me to try to get this to you. He saved my life today in Iron Gate."

Tears welled in her intoxicatingly blue eyes as her trembling hand offered Zed the small black recording device. Missing pieces started falling into place as the recorder started playing, while platoon and brigade commanders alike gathered around for more in information on what had taken place that morning.

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As enjoyable as the previous evening had been, the morning turned to shit when an urgent, high priority transmission from K came in on Dart's encrypted communicator.

"This is a bad one, Dart. We've called for backup, but we need your help until they get here. Get up to Iron Gate, if you can. Take a look at the data package on your way. It's Baw."

“Fuck,” Dart swore, “HIM again! I thought this bullshit was behind me now.”

Slipping into his lightweight body armor and some utilitarian but stylish outer clothes then grabbing a fresh towel and his Gundam GD950 from its secure locker, Dart hopped into his armored SUV parked alongside his building and floored the accelerator toward the thud of pulse weapons in the distance, wondering now how a bar fight could end up like this. Dart made sure the Gundam was fully charged as he drove and set his coded personal recorder to auto.

The Gundam GD950, often called the "Goddamn" after the reaction of most species to the full power of the weapon, was a copy of one confiscated from a Xenobian refugee asking for asylum on Earth. It was about the size of a Walther PPK and had a multitude of settings designed to counter a variety of threats. Dart was well trained in its use. One setting would vaporize metal, alloys and inert isomers. Not only would this setting disarm an opponent and disintegrate body armor of all types, it also destroyed buckles, zippers, snaps and other fasteners, usually leaving the wearer tripping over their own fatigues.

The next setting would obliterate anything with active DNA, leaving nothing but a dry powder. Did you ever see the original "Day the Earth Stood Still"? Gort had a version of that. In the current version, the weapon also had an IFF feature built in for use in JABville, keyed to the login codes of all the residents, but it could be overridden. One press of the trigger would stun when encountering an IFF signal and a tone would sound. If the target continued to pose a threat to life, a button could be pressed and a second shot would obliterate.

A third setting could be use in close quarters against easily identifiable foes in case a position was overrun. It could be set to wide dispersion, with or without IFF override. A unique feature of this weapon was that it could absorb energy from its surroundings. The more intense and frenzied a battle might become, the more powerful the weapon became. There had been numerous upgrades to the original design of the Gundam, but its current specifications remained highly classified. Dart hoped he wouldn't have to use the higher settings, especially if the wind came up; he hated dusting.

Dart brought K's data package up on the windshield HUD and studied its contents as he drove. Baw had been brought in for questioning after being named in assault reports and a possible tie to the abuse of the female victim. He had not been arrested, but rather detained on a 48 hour hold to give investigators an opportunity to interview witnesses and victims without having the Force to contend with as well. He had been taken to Iron Gate because it was the only place where the Force could be neutralized during the investigation.

Iron Gate was not a draconian, Bastille-like bastion of torture as many had thought of the imposing structure, tucked away in the outskirts of the hamlet. There was no need for that in JABville. It got its name from the ornate Art Nouveau entrance to the grounds of the impressive, sprawling chateau. It was guarded, but not to keep people in, but rather to keep them out. Iron Gate was, in fact, merely a processing center for alien species coming to Earth for recreation or seeking asylum, as well as a holding facility for aliens being deported or transferred to other planets. In this capacity, the entire grounds and interior of the building were monitored by video and bio sensing devices to create a security log.

With the facades of buildings on Rita Mae Drive streaking by the deeply tinted SUV windows, Dart was able to isolate the log at the point Baw went out of control. Biological signs normal, brainwaves normal, he was even yawning until he put his fingers to his temples and Baw’s brainwave pattern momentarily spiked. Dart recognized the pattern; it was a telepathy curve.

“I’ll bet he’s pissed that a Sith is being held like a common criminal. He’s probably implanting visions in his friends’ heads to get himself sprung, but what did he show them?” Dart asked himself aloud. Then he watched as the killing spree began.

“What the fuck?” Dart wondered incredulously. “Except for that spike, he was normal. That moronic grin tells it all. That bastard is bored and he’s killing for practice!”

Sliding sideways onto Richard Harvey Boulevard, the SUV’s wheels churned up a cloud of dust from the ruins of crumbled buildings and the turn brought Dart into the line of fire of a scout mech. Dart was able to bail out into an alley just as the SUV erupted onto a million pieces and was thrown onto its back in the middle of Sharona Circle, burning furiously. Dart’s body armor prevented any serious injury and the explosion had masked his presence from the Imperial Troopers, now approaching to investigate.

Managing to avoid detection, Dart made his way through now abandoned buildings, over fences and through back yards toward the Iron Gate complex. Along the way, signs of the pitched street fighting were evident everywhere and there was an eerie stillness to the air. There was no sound of birds, animals, or insects of any kind, only the crunch of the ground beneath his boots as he ran, the distant crack of small arms fire, occasional chatter of automatic weapons and echoing rumble from pulse weapons. Despite to large numbers of scout and battle mechs patrolling the city, small groups of Imperial Marines could be seen being rounded up, hands on their heads and feet shuffling with fatigues around their ankles. Dart grimaced as he noted that some had decided to go “commando” on this day.

Closer to the complex, mounds of ashes began to appear; single piles and in clusters. The detritus of war told that both sides were taking a heavy toll on the other. Dodging patrols, Dart finally made his way into the Iron Gate complex through a breach in the wall. After avoiding two Troopers and vaporizing four more, he penetrated into the dark depths of the chateau’s nether regions against the onrushing flood of terrified aliens seeking escape.

Gliding along the tunnel walls, it was almost impossible to hear himself think amid the cacophony of explosions and gunshots, rending metal, screams and footsteps. Gundam at the ready, Dart angled through the mess that was the infirmary and cut through the vacant cafeteria to begin clearing out hallways, cells and offices in search of the source of this madness.

He knew he was close. Cell doors and fire extinguishers were flying from the hallway two doors down as he cautiously approached. Out of the corner of his eye, Dart saw a flash of blue, then turned to discover a stunningly beautiful woman that he recognized as an envoy from another neutral planet, cowering behind the small desk in an administrative office. Gently helping her to stand, his arm slipped around her waist as if it belonged there and he guided her to the door, weapon in hand.

“You need to get out of here, your Excellency.” Dart almost forgot why he was there as he looked into her searching eyes. “My name is Dart and I need you to get this to Zed at MiB Headquarters” ripping his recorder from his body armor and handing it to her. “They have to know what’s going on here. Do you understand?”

Daniella nodded, grasping the urgency of Dart’s request and feeling herself filling with a renewed sense of purpose that allowed her to overcome her fear.

“Down that hallway until it ends,” Dart said, pointing, “then left and outside. Keep to the left and make sure the Imperial Troopers don’t see you. Go!” He watched her as she started to leave and then tried to turn his attention back to the menace around the corner, but the sensation of her silky dress against her supple skin still electrified his fingertips and the image of her shapely ass still burned in his retinas.

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Daniella filled in the details from where the log entries ended.

“Dart wheeled around the corner, but he was walking oddly. He leveled his weapon and shouted, ‘That’s enough fun for today, Baw. This shit has got to stop NOW!’ but he seemed somehow distracted“

“I could hear this Baw person stop in his tracks, by the squeaks on the linoleum as he said, ‘Dart!’ He sounded surprised when he said that. ‘How did you know? No matter. You’ve been a thorn in my side for far too long and now I have a perfect alibi to remedy that.’ I could see Baw’s eyes from where I was hidden and they turned crimson just before Dart fired, sending Baw sprawling.”

“I thought he was dead, but Dart flipped a switch on his weapon and started to aim again. I don’t know how Baw could move so fast, but he slammed Dart into the wall with a sickening crunch that sounded like breaking ribs. Blood also gushed from Dart’s head as he slumped to the floor. That’s when I was caught up in another avalanche of terrified aliens and swept outside. The last I saw of Baw was when he rose and started dancing down the hall from where he came, singing something about whistling while he worked.”

“Once I was out of the building, I was able to stay under cover and make my way outside of the walls and part way down the hill before the terrible explosion happened. The concussion must have knocked me out and thrown me into a ditch. When I came to, my guards had found me and I ordered them to bring me here.”

“Is there anything that can be done for Dart? I never would have gotten out alive if he hadn’t come along when he did.”

Zed answered solemnly, “The Iron Gate complex was leveled in that explosion.”

Daniella covered her face with her delicate hands and started to weep as her escort drew near to comfort her. Laying a hand gently on her shoulder, Zed tried to console her, “The Cavalry is almost here. We’ll find him.”

End of Dart?

[Fester]

Fester had a smile on his face as he walked down the gathering hall. Piaz's eyes were wide in shock as she looked from one picture to the other, not believing that it was Fester in all fo them, and the dates!
If the dates were true then that would Fester was over 500 years old?
OMG! No way!! She thought as she looked at his face, but he was still grinning as he pointed out certain pictures and gave her details as to the importance of that picture.
It seemed that Fester had served royalty in his past, and had seen and done things that were both impossible seeming and fantastic.
Still...while these things were interesting and highly educational, the man himself still held her facination. As she watched him she noticed that his walk while odd, had a certain regal aspect to it. A calm, unhurried aura that told you he would be there in his own time, and to rush him would be your folly.
He didn't smile often, not a genuine smile, but when he did, she felt like she was going to melt.
"Are you paying attention Piaz?" He said as he glanced at her.
Piaz, who had big hearts in her eyes imagining Fester walking to her carrying a dozen long stem roses and a big box of chocolate nodded and giggled. "That is so awesome." She said dreamily.
Fester blinked then nodded. He wasn't sure why the lady Desherbeir being beheaded by her jealous husband was awesome...but if he could understand teenagers he could probably make a mint writing a book to middle aged parents.
"Well anyway...here we are at the training room. In truth, the entire house is designed for training...but this is where YOUR training will be most of the time."
He looked at Piaz and she still wore the same expression on her face, and at that moment he realized she probably hadn't heard a word he said. With a shrug he reached down and opened the door then pushed it aside. She will learn. He thought.
Inside the room were many books on 3 different book shelves, a blackboard of the kind that can be moved around the room, a big leather chair, an old style one piece school desk, and some other accoutrements that did not bear repeating at the time since they had no real importance, but what stood out was a wooden chair, with a wooden paddle lying on it.
The paddle seemed well worn, and in fact it appeared to have been resurfaced not too long ago.The wooden chair also seemed to have been used quite a bit, especially the chair back and the seat seemed to have very distinct wear patterns on them.
Piaz noticed these things then looked at Fester and she could see from the look in his eyes this place held a lot of memories for him.
As they stepped in he closed the door finally and she took in the entire room. "So...what happens in here again?"
Fester sighed before he chuckled lightly. "Many things happen in here little one, but the main function is training and discipline. In here you will learn what it is to be the lady of the house, protocols for when guests come to visit, and so on and so forth. If it happens that you displease me in a great manner, then you and I will walk down the hall and you will understand the discipline purpose of the room."
Piaz looked at him and a mischievious grin came to her face. "What kind of discipline?"
Fester chuckled. "We have already talked about this...a spanking of course."
Piaz was still smiling as she began to think like a woman in love. "Could you really spank me?"
Fester quirked an eyebrow at her. "Do you doubt my conviction?"
Piaz shrugged as she leaned over the arm of the couch, her bottom high in the air and her eyes seemed to egg him on. "No...I just wonder if you could actually do it if you really love me."
The little girl in her screamed to shut up, to not test this man's limits. But the woman in her was thinking he could never punish her like that.
Fester's grin never left his face. "If you believe I am in capable...then do something that you know would upset me...but I warn you, you will not be pleased with the end results."
Piaz blinked as the edge in his voice was unmistakable. She decided to change her tactic. "Well, if I did something that was only minor, what would my punishment be?"
Fester hmmmed then nodded. "Well a minor infraction would get you a lecture, and then 5 to 10 swats with my hand...depending."
Piaz thought about it then nodded. That didn't seem so bad, her aunt would beat her until her arm got tired. Piaz thought if that was minor she could handle it.
"What if I do something really wrong?"
Fester frowned as he picked up the paddle and glanced askance at her. "Then you would get a serious paddling...and not with my hand. I reserve the "wood of education" for the lessons that seem to be hardest to learn. I will not paddle you with the intent to harm you, and if I see that is what is happening then I will stop, and you will receive the rest of your punishment at a later date. The amount of swats from the paddle...will be my little secret until you actually do something wrong that deserves it...I hope that you do not."
Piaz was more curious then she needed to be, for some reason she really wanted to know, and her thinking about it made her squirm as her kitty got all tingly. "Is it possible to get...an...example?" Fester smiled as he considered his girl then nodded. "There is an old ritual of welcoming a new girl into the house that I have not practiced in some time...so now that your curiousity has got you wondering, I think it is a good time to do it."
Fester walked over and sat in the leather chair, and gestured Piaz over to him.
Piaz now that the moment was on her felt many different emotions, fear being one of the main ones. Seeing the serious look in her master's eyes, the main thought circulating in her brain was that maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
The little girl in her stuck her tongue out at her with an "I told you so!".
"Remember, this is what will transpire if you have to be disciplined. Screaming, fighting, and running will only make it worse."
Piaz nodded as she stood next to his leg, hands fidgetting in front of her.
With a familiarity that scared her, and at the same time excited her, his hands went under her skirt and expertly hooked the waistband of her panties on either side, and pulled them down to her knees. She blushed furiously as he looked into her face, then he gently pulled her down until she was laying across his left leg, legs and arms just barely above the floor. She felt his right leg cross over hers, effectively stopping her from squirming away, and then his left arm came down across her back, and then she really knew fear!
Her aunt and even her uncle had only held her with one arm and sometimes she could struggle and get away from them. This position effectively neutralized her ability to squirm, and to find purchase on the floor with either hands or feet. Again with an expert flourish he flipped her skirt over her hips and almost gasped at the porcelin quality look of her skin. Unblemished and smooth, he marveled at how sexy it looked to him.
Unfortunately, Fester could feel the fear in her, it was like a physical thing and he didn't want her to be terrified of this, just fearful.
His right hand gently carressed the flesh of her backside, causing her to gasp and stiffen up and then slowly relax as the feelings made her more aware of her need for him, and less of what was goingto happen.
When the first smack landed, it was a sting, but it was so much more as she felt the truth of what it was.
He wasn't trying to hurt her...in this case she couldn't explain it if she tried...she felt love.
As strange as it sounded, each strike, made her gasp and heave in her bosom, and by the sixth strike, her hips were rising up to meet his hand. She felt something deep inside of her now, building to a point she couldn't understand...something she had only felt once before, and on the tenth strike, his middle and ring finger carressed across her slit in such a way that she screamed in release, her body shaking and convulsing over and over again as he held her gently against his leg. He had a feeeling that she would react in this manner, and he knew that if he was able to bring it out in this instance, she would be respectful of being punished, but at the same time wouldn't run from it if the time came.
She came down slowly still shuddering and breathing hard, and then she noticed her face was wet, as was the floor in front of her.
Gently he stood her on her feet, and pulled her panties back up and smiled at her, and that was when she noticed him. He had been crying too.
"D..do you always c..cry?" She asked as her breathing started coming back to normal.
Fester shook his head. "Only if it's someone I love I guess. I have never cried before."
And Piaz really broke down and started sobbing as she threw herself against him and completely let go.
Fester hugged her close and rocked her in his arms. "Aw...who's a snuggle monster?"
Through her sobs, Piaz choked out, "I...am...!"

Later that evening, after he had tucked Paiz in, Fester Knocked on Iamme's door for the audience that he had requested.

[Photh]

Knot's store front was the back. The front entrance was a brick wall, an overpainted blank door, with 2 deadbolts over a puttied hole instead of a doorknob. In the alley behind the building Photh stood at the real entrance. Twin of the front, overpainted the identical puke green, the door was the only color set into the concrete block wall. Nearly invisible under all the green coats, carved in the wood, were the words, Bob's Shoppe.

Turning the loose knob, pushing, a small bell announced me to the owner. Pack rat, pawn shop, knick-knacks, gimcrack, junk. Knot bought and sold just about everything. Knot wasn't his real name, just his introduction.

"Look, I'm not Bob. Not interested, and not a gift shop. If your just looking, not in the mood to answer shit."

They got along great. He'd bring in things collected over the centuries, have Knot sell it to build up credit, and buy lots of worthless -- to him -- stuff he had lying around. Photh had learned the alchemist's trick, turning worthless to gold. Easy. Buy some junk and wait a few centuries. Poof, gold.

Knot looked over the small TV he was watching, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Buddy! How's it hanging?" Sitting his bottled water down, slid behind the counter. "Long time no see."

"Likewise. I was wondering..." Weaving through the piles guarding the counter. "Anything left for a few special things?"

Pulling an accountant journal from under the dusty cash register, Knot flipped it to pages titled Photh. A quick finger slide to the balance and closed the journal. Photh caught the last entry, 5 numbers, there was enough.

"Looks ok. If they're not too special." Lying through his teeth.

Photh smiled, the man was true to his nature, that's for sure. "Good. I wasn't sure it was worth much." Turnabout.

"Made a killing on Ebay..." Caught.

They both laughed, knowing each other too well.

"So?"

Photh worked backwards in this mind. "Um... 4 banyan leaf bibelots and... A stone fragment from Uruk, with cuneiform if possible. The older the better. Price is no object." Tapping the edge of the journal.

"I'll worry about the price." Slipping the journal into its hidden shelf. "But I get it. The good stuff." Walking away, thinking, a creature of his own maze.

Above him on a shelf behind the counter Photh looked at a broken, carved chunk of stone. He nodded to the worn relief of Ninlil, Knot's protector. Forgive me mistress, I must distract a friend with you presence.

"Here we go." Knot announced, exiting his maze, rocking under the weight of 2 glass display cases. "The pendants are on top. I think I got everything you want."

Dropping the heavy cases on the counter, Knot pushed the top one, full of medallions with leaf impressions in them, to Photh's right exposing seven stones chunks. He flipped the latches, swinging the glass lids back and open.

Perfect. "I see Ninlil's settling in." Pointing behind Knot.

"Yeah." Turning his back. "She looks good up there. Thanks again for telling...."

Lost the rest of Knot's thanks. In the few seconds open, Photh placed one hand in each case. Testing quickly, a translucent finger tapped individual items, rousing magic. Damn. Success felt like an empty light socket. Damn. He didn't dislike magic, it didn't like him. Damn! Some of it, anyway. Damn it!. Another true one.

Turning. "Made up your mind yet."

Pointing, careful not to touch. "That one, that one, and that one." Selecting the bibelots. "And Innin." Photh aiming his left hand when Knot stared at him. "There."

"You can read that?"

"Had a lot of practice when I was in -- College."

"Whatever." Shoving the 4 into a brown paper bag. Not interested. "That it?"

"Yeah. See 'ya."

As the bell rang, Knot offered. "If you got anything else, bring it in. I could retire early."

"Maybe Ill just buy the place. Bye." Waving the bag.

*****

Shaking the bag, his 4 talismans bounced on the bedroom floor.Tossing the bag in the closet Photh clamped his teeth knowing what came next. He wanted 4 but 3 would have to do. Lifting the first leaf talisman, he could almost see the arcs stabbing into his fingers. Fast, had to do his twice more, he positioned the curved edge over the outer line of frost spreading from the box. Instantly the frost receded, fleeing its magic. Two, then three quickly joined it, 2 painful shifts needed to eliminate the remaining icy perimeter.

While feeling crept back into his hands, Photh paced the living room, dredging old memories. Sifting for an ancient spell, panning it clean. This was his one chance, one-way trip, to what was happening. He hated needing this, using the judgement against him for gain, but what else was there.

Closing the bedroom door partway, its shadow touching Innin's presence on the floor, he walked around the stone to face the darkened face of the door.

"Innin, Mistress of battle and desire. Frostbite, deluge, and darkness calls to you. Adjure the path of truth. Unleash the way of war. Open ecstasy's gate. Innin, Mistress of battle and desire. Unseal the hidden path."

It sounded strange in English but the words were correct. A dozen time he recited the incantation. Each cycle, the door's details faded under a pulsating, potent shadow. Black edges knifed reality, the whisper of breathing becoming clear and enticing, somewhere beyond. Three more cycles and the black didn't change. Where Innin was sending him was unknown. Time.

Photh stepped into darkness.

[IamMe]

I was nervous I Knew nothing of the mysterious gypsy and here I was about to learn everything, as I reached my hand and touched the doorknob a shiver of excitement ran down my spine gripping the Knob I turned it slowly opening the door there was fester "You requested an audience with me?" I smiled "Sure did, I found something while taking care of your little umm Girlfriend?." festers left eyebrow raised "Go on." nervous from his reaction I thought about the painting "here let me show you." fester turned to his side extending his arm I walked past the two of us walked down the hall me being so nervous I try to talk about something "This is a very nice place you have fester and you couldn't imagine how excited I was to..." Festers eyes seemed to be thinking of something all together This only made me more nervous "well umm you know and umm." I let out a sigh Fester broke in shortly afterward "Don't be so nervous Boy." Realizing that I was coming of like a girl at her first prom "I'm sorry Fester its just ever since I was freed I have wondered who this lady is." Fester seemed to be more enthusiastic about our conversation "Freed? As in you did not have freedom before?" I have never opened up like this to anyone not even BAW and BAW and I have done some crazy shit together "Yeah I think I was born in the Barrens, I even had a shiny rune to prove my Citizenship." I chuckled Festers face became more like stone "Slavery." I could hear the hatred in his voice, I thought it was strange in my life I grew numb to the idea but seeing this man stand before me and be as enraged as he was.... I wasn't sure if I was any better than the monsters that sealed my fate with there runes.

When we arrived at the door I reached past Fester and opened the door Fester passed by me with a grumble in his breath as we walked past the torches I counted to myself as we passed each one Fester then suddenly broke the silence "I am truly sorry IamMe, Slavery is a Tender subject for me. I mean even in my profession the Subs choose to do what there Dom please because They feel fulfilled by doing so to force someone to serve using magic its a waste of magic and in human life." reaching the ninth torch I pulled down the curtain that had fallen before Festers Eyes seemed to shake as he saw the old painting "IamMe please tell me she wasn't the one who enslaved you." Festers voice grew faint "No NO I mean Really no, she is the lady who freed me Four years ago." Fester sighed with re-leaf and with a chuckle he began speaking as if in a trance.

"It was so long ago I was in my Twenties and a mysterious woman had not only arrived but apparently she was there for weeks before I had noticed her you see I had just inherited the mansion and all its responsibilities I had already established myself as a powerful Sorcerer, I knew very little of her and even less when she mysteriously disappeared she studied under me for a entire year the day before she left she introduced me to Nur... lets just say a Chaos God." Fester looked down at me I could tell that he could see the disappointment in my eyes "she left this painting in the guest room she used which is oddly..." with excitement I interrupted him "the same room as mine?" Fester rubbed his calloused hands together "No I was going to say next to the Kitchen across the hall from the study, which if I may add is the perfect room for a Midnight snack and story." I couldn't help but to laugh Fester even chuckled asi placed the curtain back over the Painting Fester asked "Tell me IamMe how did she free you from your runes it would take a miracle to break just one." looking at Fester with all the seriousness I could muster "She traded my destiny for the destiny of the Fool she even had a fancy card." Festers quickly shuffled out of the glass hallway I tried to fallow him by the time I left the glass hallway Fester was five doors down the Main hallway By the time I reached the door Fester had already opened a book his eyes pacing vigorously then suddenly "IamMe your 'Destiny' trade is Impossible for any living creature to do, Why you may ask. its very simple the Norns would have stopped her before she finished the ritual, the 'Fancy card' you mentioned is of the Major Arcana its a term for 23 of the tarot cards it has nothing to do with the ritual at all, only High power Ancient spirits can perform a 'Destiny trade'." I scratched my head "Is she listed as one of them?" Fester chuckled "No, but I do know of a book that would definitely Have the information you seek the Necronomicon if she is of the undead that book will have something in it." excited I knew it was close the answer to my power "And you have it here right." fester looked at me with a smile "Nope!" we both laughed it seemed after hours of bullshitting somehow we both ended up on the roof Fester had his Scotch I was throwing back some beers telling each other of strange stories of things we have done in our life time.

I had never been this comfortable Fester and I the cloudy night the moon was hiding away from us it was spectacular looking over at fester who seemed to be having his fare share of fun then he said to me "How did you ever end up fighting a high class demon like a blood thirster." I cracked a cheesy smile "Actually I broke into the Prison when BAW had summoned the Damned Thing with BAW going Mad I decided to try and use my power to stop the thing somehow i ended talking to copy through a towel and Darktrooper picked me up I told him I could make a weapon that could stop it for a short while and the rest is history." Fester nodded "What do you mean by TRY to use your power?" I cracked open another beer "When the gypsy lady had first freed me I was in the middle of town and the merchants started calling me a deserter they threw stones at me and I used a Power I don't even understand I think i freed all the slaves in the town at that moment but I don't know, I can disappear and move to safety I know I can mess with a persons hearing, olfactory, and Taste senses Other than that its a mystery to me that's why I pinky promised BAW that I wouldn't use The parts of my power i didn't understand. which based off the things I can do when I get really angry or really sad I don't use a lot of my powers." Fester rubbed his hands together and disappeared I didn't even remember how I got on the roof with a purple swoosh of smoke I disappeared unfortunately I was drunk and I wouldn't know were I would wake up until I did......

[DkTrper]

Darktrooper War journal
Entry date: 08-12-2009

All is going well on the IronGate base.

Stage 1 construction of the new base and garrison is underway after the SID cleared the old prison site from the supernatural aura. Whatever that flared the SID's ears decided to go back to sleep. Anyway, build up is resumed now. The Corp of Engineers estimate that stage 1 will be completed in the next month, and the new starport will be open with limited access in the next 2 weeks. Good thing the CoE heeded my advice to rush the starport. The ground has stabilized and the RMC will return to the Excalibur in 2 days, once the new Army garrison arrives to the system. Hopefully they will be arriving tonight.

Up in space, the CoE will start on the starbase once they are finished with the starport. if all goes well, that will be in the next month. Now, i must get ready to recieve the new garrison. Also, The Excalibur was deployed to the system's asteroid belt for the installation of a primary defense array using the asteroids as a stable base for them.

Oh good, i just received the report that the Garrison has arrived.

I better get dressed.

End of file.

[Darth-BAW]

He laid out on his outdoor sofa beside his private pool on the balcony of his penthouse apartment. He lay naked under the sun, deepening the color of his skin to an even darker shade of bronze. Frightened men and women in the skimpiest and most embarassing of slave garments bustled about quietly with their work, lest they incur his wrath. They needn't have been quite THAT scared, for their dread master was smiling, lost in his own thoughts.

How easy it had all been, a more flawless plan had never been executed in any realm or reality. And to think it all started with him lowering himself to buying a whore for an hour of his own special sense of fun. Looking over the city, spotting the few remaining plumes of smoke from the day's chaos, or looking up into the sky, seeing with inhuman eyes the ships in orbit all ready to destroy each other. He smiled gleefully at his works.

He had played them all like puppets. The Sith. The Jabling and his MiB comrades. The police man and his new attraction. The Imperials, the sorcerers, even the fucking robot had all been like a child's action figures for him to act out his plan. Now the Iron Gate facility was in disaray and practically gone, and the dark forces from the ancient temple hidden underneath had been freed. It wouldn't be long before their influence as well was felt in this city.

The best part of all? The icing on this little cake of his? He had manipulated all of them differently. Few if any had matching memories of what really went on that day. Soon none of them would know what was real...or who to trust. Soon the entire city would break down into sheer and utter chaos. The sooner the better, too. He knew it was the chaos alone that kept the goddess entertained, distracted enough not to piece anything together just yet. Hopefully not until it was too late.

Oh yes. People will hurt. People will suffer. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. A city full of delicious agony and despair. It would feed him like he's never been fed before, and then he could finally finish what he started all those eons ago.

[DkTrper]

*the following transcript is from multiple helmet cameras and mission reports.*
*this transcript has been formatted for easier reading.*

The Imperial Star Destroyer "Pride of Reach" entered the stable orbit of the blue planet that was his destination. The transfer of the new garrison was underway and the crew was already thinking of how they will spend their leave on the planet when all hell broke loose.

Far from the bow of the destroyer, 4 unidentified spacecraft dropped out of warp and opened fire disabling the main drives of the destroyer. Exploiting the natural weakness of the star destroyer design, the alien craft fanned out and started firing on the wounded destroyer. The landing transports already under way accelerated to combat drop speeds to escape the possible carnage that was going to ensure.

The Mayday was instant.

***

The field office of Commander Darktrooper was in a state of organized chaos. Paperwork was everywhere, even in the field lavatory that was in the tent. Commander Darktrooper was resting in a cot when the base siren started blaring the air raid alarm. Startled, Darktrooper dropped to the floor. While he was recovering he received an incoming call.

"General quarters, general quarters. All hands report to battle stations. The ISD Pride of Reach is under attack from unidentified ships. All pilots, man your ships. This is not a drill."

Darktrooper scrambled to his personal fighter, A heavily modified E-wing heavy interceptor, already getting warm up by the flight crews. the very few fighters on the ground were already starting to take off. Darktrooper got in and started to strap in while he opened a signal to the other fighters.

"All craft, protect the transports. don't let the enemy shoot them down. those are out brothers up there. The Excalibur is already under way to join the fight. we need to hold on until she arrives." He spoke.

His E-wing, already taking off, was under way with the rest of the defenders. His only hope is for the Excalibur to arrive soon.

***

On the edge of the asteroid belt, The Excalibur was in the middle of finishing the installation of the new system defense grid when the mayday was received. Lt. EVA, The task force acting CO, ordered the recall of the fleet and the scramble of the fighter corps. I the history of the Excalibur and the 1st. Imperial Extra-galactic Expeditionary Fleet, this was the third time a scramble was ordered. While the Excalibur turned hard to port to prepare for the fight back, the fighter corps where already leaving the titanic ship's multiple hangars. The immense size and huge numbers of fighters, bombers and other types of support crafts were forming up and racing on to reach the battle site.

***

The sight in front of Commander Darktrooper was one of despair. It has been a long time since his eyes saw a strike that hard as what he was seeing now. The star destroyer was a pitiful sight, her engines shutdown to prevent a cascade effect. the reactor dome was scorched black with stray hits. her Turbolaser batteries all but gone. only one of the shield towers was still up and running, but deadly in the redline. She was listing to starboard and from close analysis to her vector, she was in danger to fall on the planet. needless to say, she needed help fast.

The 6 alien ships were preparing fro what appeared was a strafing run. It was now time to fight.

it was only 24 fighters, including 4 bombers, that was the imperial defense line now. the reinforcements should be arriving in the next minutes with the fighter corps arriving first, then the Excalibur will be arriving later.

"Bombers, harass the enemy but do not engage. after your run, escort the transports to the IronGate base. Fighters harrass the enemy until the fleet returns. Mat the blessings of the Queen Mother be with all of you." Darktrooper said to the defenders.

With that said, the defenders went to do their jobs.

***

The fighter corps were already away and the Excalibur was halfway on her turn. only a few more moments until she can start her run. Lt. EVA was contemplating her options.

"Engineering, is possible to micro-jump to the planet?"She asked.

"Not possible, ma'am. We are inside the gravitational field of the star, and she is to heavy for that kind of maneuver. Not even a micro-warp can help. The inertia will be a killer to fight." The engineering OOD responded.

"Ok, then. Guns, what options we got for a extreme range solution for us to support the fighters? She asked again.

"We can use the superlaser for sniper fire and disable, if not destroy, the enemy ships. Analysis of the enemy data points them in the cruiser-class range. A single shot from the superlaser will be enough to gut them in half." The gunnery chief responded. "Another solution will be firing Galaxy-class graviton missiles to the enemy. 100% kill ratio but slow to reach and easier to counter."

"I see. Guns, once the Excalibur in aligned with the battlefield, you will have green light for sniper fire." Lt. EVA commanded. "Flight chief, once we are ready to provide sniper fire, inform the fighter corps to disengage to minimize friendly fire."

"Yes, ma'am. ready to send message." The flight chief replied.

"Ma'am, the Excalibur has completed her turn. we are ready to start sniper fire. Superlaser capacitors charging and ready." The ship's XO informed Lt. EVA.

"Guns, she is all yours." Lt. EVA said.

***

It has been a couple of minutes since the fighter corps arrived to the defense line. from the original 24, 10 were lost including 2 bombers. The pilots were crash-ported to med-evac bombers, modified bombers converted in space ambulances, and hurried off the defense line to the IronGate base. The ISD lost all her batteries, and the last shield tower was about to collapse. Casualties were mounting fast and hull integrity was nearing critical. the enemy force already have lost 3 cruisers to concentrated fighter barrage. the other 3 were defending themselves from the rest of the fighters. The fighter corps have reported 25 damaged fighters, bombers and interceptors. 18 destroyed with 15 pilots crash-ported. It was starting to be a costly fight, but the enemy cruisers were getting swarmed now.

Until the order to disperse reached their ears.

"All craft, disperse now. sniper fire inbound." Darktrooper ordered via the commlink.

Almost at once, the rest of the fighter corps moved out of the line of fire. A few seconds later, the green lance of deathly light illuminated the dark space for a brief moment. a second later, one of the cruisers exploded in a giant ball of fire.

The other 2 cruisers, seeing how their fellow cruiser disintegrated, moved to flank speed and retreated from the system.

***

"Direct hit ma'am. the enemy cruiser was destroyed. no collateral damage in the blast path." The gunnery chief reported.

"Well done, chief." Lt. EVA complimented. "What is the status of the other hostiles?"

"They are retreating, ma'am. entering warp is expected for one minute. Shall we pursue?" The navigator asked.

"no, let them be. they will spread the word that we mean business. Full steam ahead to the colony. Prepare sickbay for incoming wounded. Alert damage control parties for assistance to the Pride of Reach." Lt. EVA responded.

Now, why the hell those ships attacked with out provocation. She thought. They must have been rogues. no other explanation. I hope the commander have a better idea of why this happened.

[DkTrper]

Darktrooper War Journal.
Entry Date: 08-12-2009
Supplemental-001

What the hell happened. That is today's question.

IN the short span of 15 minutes, a sneak attack was endured, a scramble was issued and a sniper shot was fired.

The ISD Pride of Reach is one tough old lady. She survived this catastrophe without major casualties. Good thing she was able to deploy her own fighter or the meager fighters planet-side would have never been enough to hold the fort. the transports that were already under way survived the initial strike save one. The poor souls inside never had a chance. but, they were avenged.

The initial 6 cruisers, we still haven't found who where the attackers, were held and 3 of them were destroyed by the combined swarm of the Excalibur fighter corps. the fourth cruiser was destroyed by a sniper shot from the Excalibur's superlaser. The best thing about the shot was that it was aligned to miss the planet. for obvious reasons, we don't want a sniper shot to hit a planet, bad for the rep. after that the other 2 jumped out of the system.

Now with the Excalibur back in stable orbit, the defense grid was expedited. I ordered the CoE to pause building stage 1 of the Irongate base and to focus their efforts in building the starbase. now more than ever, we need the safe haven the starbase will provide.

I need to get in contact with the local Xeno-relations agency, whom i recently learned that they called themselves MIB, to get more info on why this happened. I don't like surprises, and this one was one i definitive I don't like.

I hate writing letters back home to the families of those under my command, but that comes with the job.

I better get started.

End of file.

[Copy Of]

Copy turns to his Primary Towel, smoothing it and opening a link.

boop boop bleeee!

COA: Copy Alpha to all points. What the fuck just happened guys?

Mini Copies, transmitting from all across the galactic rim, winked into existence as the towels surface went glassy.

CO: No idea, boss.

COA: The fuck you say. You got data on Fester?

CO: Coming in now. Copy Alpha ... how are you talking to us? Your link went down.

As they spoke Secondary towels across the universe slowed their normal color shifts and gelled, each Copy taking on a different hue from the color spectrum. It was a rare phenomena that locked the Copies into different, color-coded personalities so they could distinguish between one another. Copy Alpha's towel became golden.

COA: I'll stream the experience to you later. Short version, I think I died a little. How's the data coming?

CO: We're working on it! Sheesh! Why aren't you using your own Greys?

COA: They're still mourning. I don't think they've realized I'm back yet.

CO: Bad news boss. There's plenty of data here, but it's ... unusual.

CO: Translation: da Grey dunno whuz up.

CO: Wuzzzzzzzz uuuuuuuup!

CO: Sigh, there's lots of data but the Grey aren't setup to crunch it.

CO: We've got some gnarly class 4 computations representing. Intricately complex, infinitely lovely. The raw data alone is hypnotic.

CO: Geeze, put down the bong, pot head. Listen Boss, Grey's can't handle it, they're kicking it up to the Highs.

COA: The High's are interested in this now? What the fuck is Fester playing with?

CO: We don't know, it's beyond his magic. We're not sure how to quantify it. The Highs are already spitting out nonsense about parallel realities and the properties of life inherent in nurture.

CO: Their normal shiz. Fer realz, yo!

CO: Are, our towels alive?

CO: The fuck are you on about?

CO: My Grey's say Aplha's towels are alive. They really shouldn't have survived if they weren't.

CO: That's barmy, that is! You daft, or what?

COA: Alright! Enough! Get back to me when the High start making sense. I gotta go. I hear screaming.

Boop boop beeeeee!

And screaming it was. Copy had a second before the door to his room wooshed open revealing the tear-stained faces of a gaggle of Little Sisters. Their wails died in their throats, strangled by the sight of him.

The Little Sisters of the gaggle trembled, grey stick figures topped with bald bulbous heads and great black eyes swimming with fat blue tears. A Big Sister, probably assigned to watch this gaggle, pushed her way to the front and stepped forward.

She was taller, more human in appearance than the Little Sisters, having a nose short grey hair, smaller anime eyes, and the beginnings of pubescent curves. Her eyes sparkled with the tears she'd held back for the sake of her charges, but burst forth as her fingers found my flesh, solid, warm, living. I hugged her and whispered soothing nonsense into her ear buds. A moment later we were bowled over by the gaggle as hope burst through them and they rushed us as a mob.

It was like that for some time as the news flashed around the SisterShip and each girl made her pilgrimage to my side. None would be satisfied until they had held my hand, or kissed my foot. This worship was the part I liked least about my situation. Even the constant studding that Copies endured at the hands of the Mothers was preferable to being doted on like a god. Not that it would be long before they arrived.

I couldn't help but chuckle as a Monty Python song rolled through my head. I put my own bleak spin on it while I watched the MotherShip dock and an abundance of MILFs poured into SisterShip.

CO: Every sperm is sacred, and every Copy too.


***

Despite the above distraction I was immediately aware of the change in the state of Bliss (whenever it was that happened). The second BlissyAlt became Bliss proper two towels scampered out of the IronGate laundromat to greet, clean, and clothe her new flesh. Through them I assured her that she was safe and loved and that her towels would keep her safe until I could pick her up. Soon after she was tractor beamed into a grey drop ship and quickly found herself in my arms. While space battles raged around us, we rekindled the light of lust.

This post has been edited by Copy Of: 13 August 2009 - 05:52 AM

[Photh]

"Fuck!" Finding a wall with his face.

Wherever here was, it didn't like visitors. Photh's nose stung. His left cheek, straight-armed by a sharp edge, was pressure cut. A thin line of blood already oozing onto his skin. Glad he didn't run through the portal. Letting his eyes adjust to the near black of his destination, a subtle blue glow lit the blood red rock around him. Laying a finger against the rock he felt the ponderous beat of a monster.

The breathing heard on the other side of the portal had changed. Muted sobs, anguish, swallowed within a vast maw nearby. Behind, the tunnel ran beyond the limit of the blue glow. Ahead, maybe 30 yards, the walls disappeared. An entrance, it must be. Ahead it is.

Photh's stomach heaved smelling the breeze before he felt it. Damp slime, burnt sulphur, rotting flesh. He bent over fighting the spasms, ready to puck, taking deep breathes. Three minutes passed before he could straighten up, saving most of dinner. Black spots swimming in the glow, the only sound he heard was water dripping onto wet rock.

Control of his stomach regained, the tunnel spewed him into a great cavern, filled by the same glow. The ceiling and opposite wall lost in the ghostly light. Clean cut stairs on his right descended along the wall to the cavern floor. A blood hall, its floor one immense pentagram.

"Hello?" Calling to the silent sobber.

"My child has left I'm afraid. She has such bad manners for one so young. I must punish her for leaving without greeting our guest."

"Where are you? Show yourself."

"That's very rude Vetala, coming to my house and demanding things. Is that any way to greet an old friend?"

Caked blood filled the groove near Photh, marking the boundary of the pentagram. Two steps beyond, the twisted figure of a man formed, shaping itself from the blue glow. Double male, its phalluses snaked over the stone around its feet. Photh recognized the Dorian Gray portrait of the grotesque spirit before him.

"Hello Abraham."

This post has been edited by Photh: 14 August 2009 - 08:49 PM

[IamMe]

Have you ever had one of those nights were after you feel you made a great new friend you throw back some beers get drunk then teleport yourself into the house of a pissed off Wookie who thinks that your a hot honey until he gets a good look at your ugly mug and realizes that your not Jaded blue but the same crazy bastard that claimed that he would rape him almost a year ago, If you said No then You weren't the guy The Wookie beat the shit out of, and your not the guy who is currently tied to tree asking the Wookie not to tear your limbs off. and as nice as it is that your safe and cozy "It doesn't help me any." I mutter out loud as the Wookie Cracks his Massive Knuckles with a few moans and roars I knew he was trying to talk to me but "I don't speak Wookie." I tried to say that as constructively as possible but Chewbacca wasn't having any part of that How you may ask that I knew this very simple, you see its a general observation that when a Wookie starts beating you with a large Trunk he is normally pissed off at you.

I find my self pleading to powers that either don't exist or aren't listening, please save me, grant me to power of huge dick, please let me win the lotto, oh sweet baby Jesus don't let the dinosaur eat me. I cry to much every time i look to a higher power to save me Nothing happens except for when Aveta saved me Maybe that's why I'm so Grateful. I'll have to admit I thought about asking some mundane Force to teach me Wookie in the next 15 seconds. but after using my powers at Iron gate seeing how hard Fester Fought to gain the victory, I realized that asking begging so 'God' for Power or protection wouldn't be a satisfactory as breaking loose my Binding and shoving that Tree trunk that ookie was beating me with up his Patootie "Did I just say Patootie" saying that out loud The Angry Wookie looked at me like I was mad or something all the while I'm thinking to myself I hang around Fester to much I begin Flexing my muscles trying to break f5ree of the ropes Chewbacca used to tie my to a tree with.

A little Note to any of you who find themselves tied to a tree No matter how hard you struggle you will not hulk out and break free instead you will only tire yourself more and trust me you will need all the strength you have to enjoy your beating, I figured my ribs were broken based on the amount of blood I would hack up when I tried to breath, Thinking fast I began storing the blood in my mouth Chewie hit me hard across my body 2 more times i clenched my teeth not to spill a drop of my blood before I needed it the saliva and blood swooshed in my mouth the taste of copper as Chewbacca swooped in for another Bash at my Body I sprayed the Blood stored in my mouth at his face Chewbacca blinded by my attack swings the trunk missing my body but striking the side of the tree the trunk splintered and shattered the ropes Tightened around my body the squeeze hurt more than the tree trunk but i think that's because my body started to turn numb Pieces of the shattered Trunk had torn through parts of the rope I knew the rope had been weakened but in my condition so had I, I had to think quick of a way to break free and then it hit me the image of the red headed Super model from the shower her sexy body I felt my blood turn warm My dick began to swell the rope grew tighter as my dick grew i could hear the rope giving away My dick fully erect I needed more to break free using the muscles in my stomach I forced my dick to twitch Nothing , I did it again I could hear the ropes giving away, Finally with the last thrust the damaged ropes snapped the loose rope fell around me, On his knees Chewbacca finally got the blood off his eyes and looks at me My dick fully erect staring him in his face i could tell he was pissed and I was to weak to fight.

I did what I knew I had to do I ran and ran fast with a angry wookie nipping at my heels I didn't know if I would get out of the woods alive...........