At 11/10/04 11:44 AM, Atomicus wrote: L: "Mortis send a message to the captain to tell the visitor that we'll be happy to meet. We wish to meet on our ship where we have jurisdiction, that way we cannot be interrupted."
*Zanzibar and LeChuck received the news while Zanzibar had been teaching the recruits in their secret miitary school fencing and sword-fighting, and LeChuck had been teaching them history, specifically military history and winning strategies in battle. Upon receiving the news LeChuck clapped his hands adn nearly jumped for joy*
"Excellent! I can't wait! Aye, tell em' their terms are quite agreeable, an' Zanz an' I'll be there in no time"
*The messenger ran off to relay the communication as LeChuck turned back to his class. Zanzibar appeared moments later at the door. He simply folded his arms and leaned against the doorframe as LeChuck quickly finished his class. He was looking for a way to sum up 20 more pages of history as quickly as possible. He began tapping his foot and playing with his beard (a known sign of impatience in LeChuck) as he looked around as if looking for a visible solution in the room*
"So then uh.....uuhh....where was I.....oh yea, so at that point Admiral Trye had decided that we was gonna try to flank him which woulda made sense but he was wrong about that, instead we had decided to send a few decoy ships around the bay for him to view while the rest of us snuck up the coast and snuck aboard his ship from the docks. Pretty sneaky, huh? Exactly. Lesson learned. Okay, class dismissed!"
*LeChuck was out of the room first as the children hurried behind him for lunch. He caught up with Zanzibar, who had started walking down the hallway towards the elevator.*
"Finally! We get ta meet em'! And in their own ship! I hear it's got 500 million of em on there! 500 million, Zanz! It must be freakin HUGE!"
*Zanzibar was eager as well, but wasn't as vocal or physical as LeChuck when it came to expressing emotions, at least most of the time*
"Yes, it should prove to be quite a memorable experience. We should leave at once. Never nice to keep a host waiting"
"Ye couldn't be more right!" LeChuck burst out, "Ferget fancy clothes an appearance, lets jus' go already!"
*Zanzibar decided he was well dressed as usual, and LeChuck didn't have any stains on his clothing and was only wearing traditional pirate clothing anyway. He rolled his eyes*
"Fine fine, let's go."
*As they were about to turn the corner leading towards the hangars LeChuck froze. His eyes widened*
"Wai' a minute! I gotta bring a gift! We wanna make friends with these lizards, an' 'tis always nice to bring a frien' a gift!"
*LeChuck was a blur as he sped off to his quarters. He unceremoniously kicked his door down and across the room as he charged in and ran towards his dresser. He began tearing our drawers and shelves, throwing clothes all over the place. "Where the bloody hell is it?!" He cursed to himself as he continued his desparate search. "AHA!" He shouted. He reached down into his bottom drawer and withdrew the dagger he had found after that barfight. The handle was encrusted with rubies, diamonds and sapphires, and the blade was perfection. It shone like a mirror with a razor-sharp edge. It wasn't too heavy either. It was a magnificent gift. At least from a pirate.*
*LeChuck dashed back out of his room, passing some servants along the way*
"I made a mess an' me clothes is all ove' the place an I broke me door again go fix it!" He spewed out in a rush. He was back at the corner where Zanzibar was calmy floating in a sitting position, leg over the other, smoking a cigar. As LeChuck appeared he came back down, "So what was this most urgent gift that you absolutely had to give them?"
*LeChuck grinned as he showed Zanzibar the dagger. Zanzibar's eyes glistened as he viewed the beauty*
"Wow.....LeChuck, that's quite a dagger. Where on earth did you find that? It looks like..."
"Somethin' from back in the day? Aye, it does. That's 'cause it is. I foun' it after a bar brawl that day when we went to Kharad. I thought it was jus' a nice dagger, but then I saw this inscription on the hilt"
*Zanzibar looked closely at the hilt and read the inscription*
To Mikael, from Uncle Farlander. May you serve bravely and loyally
*Zanzibar dropped the cigar from his mouth* "Uncle Farlander?!? LeChuck! This is his nephew's dagger?! Oh PLEASE don't tell me you killed his nephew in that bar, he won't stop until he's burned everything to the ground"
"No no, relax. I didn't killed 'is nephew. I killed the chap that had it, who had obviously stolen it from him. Or maybe this Mikael is dead. Either way, I'm not involved. But this is a dagger from Farlander to a fam'ly member, so I'm sure the Jovians might like it."
*Zanzibar shrugged* "Perhaps. Let's go"
*The two went into the hangar and chose a small, yet comfortable, shuttle that would take them promptly to the Eternity II. As they approached the ship LeChuck sent a communication*
"Ahoy Eternity II! This is Captain Baderact Zanzibar and Sea-King Smuttynose LeChuck requesting permission to dock"
*Syrus muttered under his breath as he exited the chamber. As he walked out the doors one of the guards commented to him*
Guard 1: You know, sir, that was the quietest drill that's ever happened in that room
"What do you mean?" Syrus asked
Guard 1: Well, between you and me, LeChuck practices the most in there. Zanzibar mostly uses his private facility to practice. So whenever LeChuck is in there there's always tons of noise. 300 robots clanging and shooting, and LeChuck cursing up a storm the entire time
*Syrus laughed* "Tell me about it. He used to do the exact same thing whenever we would board enemy ships. He'd come flying off the gangplank with a cutlass in his mouth, and as soon as he took that thing out to stab someone, out came the curses. He didn't stop till everyone was dead, either."
*The guard looked at him, confused*
Guard 1: Board ships? Gangplank? Huh?
*Syrus sighed as he waved off the guards questions* "Nevermind. I was just saying that I know what you mean. See you boys around"
*Syrus waved as he walked off to wander some more, maybe get a drink. He felt like he should've been thirsty after such a workout*
*Left to his own devices, Syrus had decided to take a tour of the palace. LeChuck had given him clearance to go anywhere in all of Tortuga, except the subterrean levels, as he would have no business there. Syrus was content to wander the palace at his leisure, maybe getting in some practice at the Training Center with robots and simulations. Syrus pondered a moment, and decided he would do just that. A slight smile came across his face as he began to plan what, exactly, he would practice. He had decided by the time he had reached the facility. Two armed guards at the door barred his way and asked for his clearance. He presented it and they let him through. Once inside he realized how advanced their training facility was.
One entire wall was dedicated to computers, filled with simulations, actual battles that had happened in the past that one could re-live, programmable enemies and more. It was AI, and it learned your moves as you fought it, forcing you to improve or else suffer the consequences. As usual, LeChuck and Zanzibar fought with live fire and set the robots to the hardest difficulty, which among other things held the protocol of "Eliminate enemy at all costs". They always selected that option.
Syrus walked in and immediately a panel opened in the wall right next to him and a large computer screen came out.*
AI: Please select training
*Syrus looked over the choices and finally decided on live action with physical robots*
AI: Select weapons
*Syrus was presented with a list of possible weapons that the robot would be armed with. The choices ranged from daggers and poisonous darts to rocket launchers and high-powered mobile turrets. He selected lasers, swords, guns, and a flame-thrower for kicks*
AI: Select defenses if desirable
*The screen now showed several forms of defense: brick walls, plasma shields, various motion-sensing weapons, etc. Syrus decided those were unnecessary.*
AI: Select difficulty and protocol
*This was the last step. The degrees of difficulty were numbered, from 0-20. At 0 they didn't move at all. At 20 they were fast and precise for their kill. He set the diffulcty to 17, just to see what the almost-highest was like. He then chose from a list of protocols: Make Contact, Restrain, Decapitate, Disembowel, Obliterate. Syrus grinned as he chose Obliterate.*
*At the other end of the room, about 200 yards away, a panel in the wall opened up. Out walked a 13-foot tall robot, a mechanical body consisting of the hardest metal known to man (besides Starrite), and with enough power to punch through several feet of concrete or steel, so bone and tissue would be like jello. Syrus was about to calmly walk towards the robot and engage when a red light appeared where it's one eye should've been, it targeted Syrus, beeped once, and immediately began firing lasers and bullets as it flew towards Syrus with a midsection cross-slash. Syrus eyes shot wide as he narrowly avoided the attack, diving and rolling to his left and quickly coming up with 10 throwing knives in hand. He looked up to where the robot probably would've been, but saw nothing. He was confused for a moment. A millisecond later a two katanas penetrated Syrus's skull as 5 lasers blasted through his chest and the flame-thrower popped out of the robot's chest behind Syrus and melted his body. As Syrus slowly began to reform his physical self a good 150 yards from the robot, he thought*
Holy shit! This robot isn't joking around! God, I'm glad I started on 17 and not on 20, this thing is fucking ridiculous. Maybe Obliterate was a mistake, though...
*Before he had fully formed the robot sensed a disturbance in the air in Syrus's direction, and sent 10 rockets blasting in that area. This time Syrus was ready. He reformed just in time to disappear as the rockets exploded on the wall behind him. Syrus reappeared 100 feet from the robot and immediately unleashed 10 throwing knives. The flew through the air in the blink of an eye and embedded themselves in the barrels of the robots guns. The robot tried to fire them and each one of them exploded. It discarded to broken guns and fired 3 lasers at Syrus's head while sending the flame thrower flaming at his feet. Syrus chose the lasers. He jumped and allowed the lasers to pass through him, ripping holes in his clothing and revealing nothing but bone. Syrus focused on the robot's flame thrower and sent flame of his own shooting up the gas feed, causing the robot's chest to explode rather violently. The robot was blown backwards and created quite a dent in the nearby wall. It immediately popped out, did some quick work on it's chest to repair itself, and was back in action seconds later. Syrus was standing prepared. The robot fired 5 rockets in Syrus's direction, and before they were even halfway on their way to Syrus, the robot had run along the ceiling over Syrus's head, dropped down behind him, grabbed him in a bear hug, and leapt into the oncoming rockets. Syrus cursed to himself as the rockets impacted, again exploding Syrus's body. As he reformed himself again he was getting quite pissed*
Okay, playtime's over, Jack
*The robot had learned of Syrus's ability to reform and was practically on top of him when he had rematerialized. The robot attempted another bear hug, this time with buzzing saw blades on the inside of it's forearms and in it's chest. In the blink of an eye Syrus simply reached up and punched 10 throwing knives through the red eye. The robot shuddered but did not stop. The saw blades came cutting into Syrus, but he quickly ducked out of it as the robot began having problems seeing. It's movements became slower and a tad more jerky. It rushed at Syrus again from 30 feet away with a punch aimed for his mid-section as a katana came down from the top to slice him in half. Before it even got halfway towards Syrus he had thrown another 50 knives into the eye and surrounding area. The robot slowly came to a halt still 10 feet from Syrus. It shuddered a moment, then exploded. It's remains disappeared through a hole that appeared in the floor as a computerized voice sounded throughout the room*
AI: Drill complete. Again?
"No!" Syrus shouted
AI: Please select training
At 11/9/04 05:52 PM, Taelyn wrote: *A silvery ship appears on the Tortuga sensors. It's small and sleek with no visible forms of propulsion, yet travelling at an amazing velocity. Even before the transmission came though, it was obvious where this ship had come from. An attractive woman, about 27 years old (give or take) appeared on the visual communication screen.*
This is AUS Representative Dawn Cylica requesting permission to dock.
*As luck would have it, LeChuck and Zanzibar were in the control room when the communication screen flickered on an a beautiful woman request docking.*
Captain Giffer: Sirs, we have a request for docking. Although....she's not flying any colors and I don't recognize her ship. She could be a threat. Orders?
*Zanzibar spoke promptly after the man, almost interrupting him*
"Didn't you hear her, Captain? She is an AUS Representative. I gave you explicit orders that if anyone were to attempt to gain access to Tortuga claiming to be an AUS Representative, either I or LeChuck was to be informed immediately and called to the deck. Do I make myself clear?"
*The captain stammered his response, sweat forming on his brow*
Captain Giffer: Ye--yes sir. My apologies, sir. I'll let her in right away, sir
*Zanzibar held up his hand, indicating Giffer not do anything yet. His dark, black eye looked into Giffers eyes, and Giffer felt a chill as if Zanzibar could see right through him. His voice was low and menacing* "Captain....just because she says she is an AUS Representative does not necessariyl mean that she really is an AUS Representative. She could say anything she wants. I'm a monkey. Am I actually a monkey, Captain?"
*The captain was cursing repeatedly in his head, sweat pouring down his forehead, breathing heavily*
"No sir no sir, you're not a monkey sir!"
*Zanzibar kept his gaze on the man* "Exactly. And that is why I gave you explicit orders to call LeChuck or I to the deck in this particular case, because anyone could say they were an AUS Representative, and they might be lying. LeChuck and I have the power to sense truth in anyone's mind. However, in this exceptional case, I have met with this woman before and know her to be, in fact, an AUS Representative, and a highly placed one at that. She is not lying, Captain, and you are to address her with the utmost respect."
"Yes sir! Right away sir! Immediately sir! Sorry sir!"
*Zanzibar sighed and bowed his head as he rubbed his eyes* "LeChuck...you take over, this man exhausts me"
*LeChuck turned Dawn's attention away from the insolence and to his extravagant nature. He bowed elegantly*
"Lass, yer company 'tis always welcome in Tortuga. Lieutenant Magrin, release the shields and the plasma screens, disable the turrets, machine guns, lasers, rockets, robots,...."
*He paused. He glanced at the screen, noticing Dawn's face still there. His eyes shifted left to right for a moment*
"....an all the other stuff. And finally Zanzibar, if you would be so kind..."
*Zanzibar nodded to LeChuck and then to Dawn. He stood still and closed his eyes. Within moments his brow was furrowed as if deep in concentration. Dawn saw the empty space in front of her shimmer for a moment. Then suddenly Tortuga popped into view. It was a massive space station, with 20 million civilian inhabitants, about 13 million of those criminals not particularly loyal to anyone, but forever grateful to LeChuck and Zanzibar for giving them amnesty. Although they'd probably try killing them if they could, but ever since word got around the two were pretty undead, assassination attempts were minimal.*
*Dawn Cylica's ship slowly pulled into the docking bay, and as she exited she was greeted by LeChuck and Zanzibar, Zanzibar looking stately and elegant, and LeChuck looking....not so stately and not so elegant. More portly. The two bowed in unison, but LeChuck let Zanzibar do the talking*
"Miss Cylica, your presence humbles me, as usual. Might I inquire as to what warrants such a lovely visit as this?"
*LeChuck and Syrus watched the children practice more, then LeChuck showed him around the facility. He showed him the classrooms, the dormitories, the cafeteria, the gymnasium, the library; everything. The place was fully-stocked with the latest weaponry (legal and illegal), equipment, and novels and books written on strategy and tactics. LeChuck's School fer Young Pirates was just a front; it was a small building that sat on the regular ground of the colony, with classrooms and everything that posed a proper front for a school. But after teaching them a while in there, the children were told the true story, and given then chance to go to the real school, or walk away home free. They said "home free", but they really meant "dead". So they either accepted or died, based on their own free will and dedication. LeChuck's School fer Young Pirates wasn't really a school; it was a military academy.*
*LeChuck left Syrus to his own bidding, giving him permission and clearance to wander around the palace and colony, with or without an escort as he choose, while he handled some business with Zanzibar. LeChuck found Zanzibar in his quarters, cleaning some of his antique pistols from the old days. As LeChuck came in, Zanzibar turned around, prepared to placed the guns back in their case and lock it were there anyone else but LeChuck. Upon seeing LeChuck alone, he relaxed again and carried on cleaning them. Without looking up he spoke*
"So what have you and Syrus been up to?"
*LeChuck pulled a stool up to Zanzibar's chair and looked him in the face*
"Firstly, I didn't steal yer damn cigars! I got those from Syrus! He reaped some souls an got me a box. See?" LeChuck produced a cigar that Syrus had gotten for him that was just like the others in the box,"t'aint look a thing like yers. So stop stabbin' me in the head, dammit!"
*Zanzibar nodded, having conceded, saying, "My apologies, LeChuck. I had only assumed it was you since you have stolen my cigars so many times in the past. You must forgive me for being so addicted to habit."
*LeChuck's face changed to a smile at the blink of an eye. he waved the apology off as if he were waving a fly away*
"Ah, its nothin'. A misunerstandin', s'all. So whatcha been up to? I know ya been doin' somethin', since I 'avent seen er heard from ye in quite a bit. An' ya only stabbed me once today, which is abnormally low. Whats up?"
*Zanzibar quietly finished polishing his last pistol and replaced it in the case along with the other models before finally closing and locking the case. He held the key in his hand and closed his fist around it. When he unclenched his fist, the key was gone. Zanzibar wiped his hands on the rag he had been using to polish them*
"I have sent a message to the Jovians, indicating that we mean them no harm, and request an audience so that we may speak and perhaps determine relations between us. I must say, I was quite intrigued at first about your apparent sudden interest in them. But now I find that I, too, am interested in learning more about them and their culture."
*LeChuck grinned. He almost got up to hug Zanzibar, but decided that was certainly not pirate conduct. Instead, he merely clapped his hands in joy*
'Brilliant! Zanz, I know we'll make good friends with 'em. Just from the hearty greeting I extended the ones we saw.....and I'm pretty sure those two musta been pretty important since they were at that meetin' an all.....we should have a great time with 'em."
*Zanzibar glanced around, obviously looking for something, a somewhat troubled look on his face*
"Hmm....I'm sure....."
*LeChuck quickly took Zanzibar's mind off of his lost item*
"I showed Syrus the subterrean levels today"
*Zanzibar's head shot to face LeChuck, his eyes wide with surprise and anger, initially* "What?!"
*LeChuck held up his hands in a harmless manner, indicating Zanzibar should just chiiiiiill out* "Easy, easy, he's comepletely trustworthy. E's been my mate fer years before I met ye. An' now that he's still aliv----uh, here, he'll definitely be the most invaluable addition to our crew. So anyway, I showed him the facility, an' he was quite impressed."
*LeChuck stood up and lit the cigar he had brought as proof earlier. He paced around the room, talking into the air but to Zanzibar*
"It's great...I get to live a pirates life an be free an be me, all the time, no problems. But befor' I couldnt reveal that I knew anythin' about tactics an' strategy. Now, with yer magic an everythin', I can run an entire school! An' still be me! It's great!"
*LeChuck continued pacing as he thought for a moment*
"Oh, and by the way, I entered another recruit this afternoon. Real ballsy one, tried to spit on me twice amongst other things"
*Zanzibar's eyebrows went up slightly* "Wow.....twice."
*LeChuck waved it off* "Right, right, it was great. Okay, well, Syrus an I are gonna go....I dunno, stir up some trouble er somethin'. If ya need me, just....contac' me however ya do it when ya do it. Ciao"
*LeChuck walked out of the room humming a nameless tune. As Zanzibar was about to speak up, he was incredibly surprised to find that LeChuck had, in fact, shut the door behind him as he had left. Zanzibar hmphed and got up to go check on the messenger he had sent to the Jovians. They reported that the messenger had just arrived on the Eternity II and was in the process of delivering his message to the superior officers. Zanzibar was satisfied. He left his room to go enjoy some sword practice with a computer simulation*
*Syrus and LeChuck had waited for about an hour now, and they were both very bored. Syrus was twirling his throwing knives in mid-air, all 200 of them. it was quite a display, and LeChuck layed lazily on the ground and watched as Syrus had them doing aerial tricks. It was quite amusing. Finally LeChuck let out a hard breath, flapping his lips. He put one hand on back over his head on the ground, twisting his wrist in an impossible way so that his hand was backwards and flat on the ground. From that, he lifted his entire body up vertically upside down, a perfect one-handed handstand. He then pushed off from that in the air to land on his feet. He realized he was still in his state clothes and quickly ran to his wardrobe to get some decent clothes. He threw the fancy ones in the corner and burned them. Hopefully Zanzibar wouldn't try to dress him up anymore. He selected a white swashbuckler shirt and a pair of pants. He popped his feet into his floppy black leather boots, which had seen over 100 years of use, and was ready to go. Syrus once again quickly called all his knives back into place and was waiting at the door. Syrus said nothing as LeChuck lead the way out the door and down a random hallway. They came to an elevator. LeChuck and Syrus got in and took it down to the ground floor, a subterrean level. They got off and followed a long hallway eventually leading to a wider expansion obviously underneath the city. It was a very large chamber, the ceiling at least 300 feet above them. Syrus's eyes widened as he saw the castle before him. It was made of metal, but was almost an exact replica of your basic medieval castle. There were guards stationed along the parapits and walls, as well as walking the grounds. They carried weapons of mostly Zanzibar's design, which were completely original and had never even left this large underground expansion, let alone the colony. Zanzibar's favorite creation was the Matter-Solidifier, which was a high-powered, completely automatic weapon that simply condensed matter into long nail-like bullets that fired at practically the speed of light and could go any distance. It never ran out of ammo as long as matter existed.
LeChuck hadn't really created any insanely scientific weapons. That was Zanzibar's field since he read so much and learned all the damn time. LeChuck had created some weapons, but they weren't as useful as Zanzibar's. LeChuck had trained them all, and they were now extremely efficient killers and pirates. They took orders and obeyed without question. Zanzibar had lately been in talks with AUS, trying to get some Starrite for their armor and maybe weapons. Their scientists would have to figure something out.
*LeChuck led Syrus through the front doors and up a stairway to the top of the innermost wall. When they reached the top, Syrus was astonished to view hundreds of children, age 8-18, all training in combat and tactics. He slowly turned to face LeChuck, who had a huge grin on his face*
"Impressive, eh? Aye, I been trainin' these youngin's fer years now. The eldest ones since they was 'bout 10. been 8 years, an' they're some'a the finest pirates I ever seen. Our guards are trained an' loyal, but not fer as long as these lads is gonna be. Soon we'll have ourselves an armada, Syrus. Zanzibar an' I are in the process of building ships in another underground section. We've got 70 ships in production. Almost this entire city has underground workstations. But it's masked, just like the entire colony is masked with Zanzibar's magic. That necklace that saved us" LeChuck opened his shirt to show Syrus the black circle he had that was right above his gut. He buttoned his shirt back up, "'Tis amazin'. In 15 years we'll 'ave a fleet fer the universe. An' we're only makin' more, mate. Yer gonna be a Cap'n."
*LeChuck grinned as Syrus's face slowly turned into a grin as well*
"Well, it certainly seems as if I have underestimated you, LeChuck. I always though you were a drunken, whore-loving, hack & slash killer. But it seems you've been thinking ahead for years. I'm impressed."
*LeChuck smiled quaintly*
"As me mate Sun Tzu said 'Warfare is the Way of deception. Therefore, if able, appear unable. If active, appear not active.' To the rest of civl'zation, we appear ta be a group'a lazy criminals. But'n reality, we're most active an' prepared."
*LeChuck turned his attention back to the children training. Syrus noticed his eyes were no longer slack and joking as they normally were, but burned with the passion of a man leading thousands into battle. Syrus could tell LeChuck was not just a pirate and a captain; he was a general. LeChuck placed folded his hands behind his back and spoke as he gazed over his men*
"An' since our litt'l run-in with Farlander I don' think we'll be friends anymore. 'E might try somethin' soon, an' iffin 'e does, 'e wont get far. Our defenses are more sophisticated an' well-placed than Farlander could ever imagine. I've got 20,000 guards at my disposal, all highly trained an' effective. An' more on Earth an' in ships all over th'universe. Within 2 days I could 'ave 600,000 men here, ready an' willin' ta fight fer Zanzibar an I."
*Syrus jaw had practically dropped. 600,00 men?! LeChuck couldn't be serious*
"LeChuck.....pardon me....You just said 600,000 men. As in a little over half a million?"
*LeChuck turned to Syrus, and Syrus was astonished. LeChuck's face was set in stone, a look of dead seriousness that Syrus had never seen before in all the days they had sailed together. Syrus didn't exactly know what this look meant, but he did know that LeChuck was not kidding"
"Aye, over half a million. Ya make a lotta friends in 20 years, Syrus. Especially when you've got practically unlimited riches t'offer. I pay each an' evry one-a these men ludicrously, an I've offered the same ta those out flyin' around. Haven't had a rebellion a' no kind in 10 years. Pay's too good. We spent 300 years collectin treasure an piratin', Syrus! Zanz an I 'ave more money then we know what ta do with! So we pay men. Don't got nothin' else ta spend it on, neither."
*Syrus an LeChuck stood silently, watching the children slowly become skilled killers and pirates, all faithful to LeChuck and Zanzibar*
*After gorging himself on about 10 souls in the bar, Syrus's face was completely healed. He took off the bandana to reveal high set cheekbones that were slightly gaunt. His skin was pale, his nose was thin and pinched, and his lips thin and wide. His chin almost coming to a point. He was quite a menacing figure, with or without skin. LeChuck placed his foot on a man's chest to remove his sword from his face. He wiped it on the man's chirt as he spoke*
"Okay....well, now that we've 'ad our fun, 'tis time we should go see Zanz an' see what 'is plans are."
*LeChuck and Syrus walked out of the pub, and the small crowd that had gathered around it scattered in fear. Syrus watched them disperse*
"Doesn't it bother you that everyone you rule in this colony is absolutely terrified of you?"
*LeChuck had a deep and hearty laugh as he took a cigar from his pocket that he had gotten from Syrus and NOT from Zanzibar. He was still a little upset that he had been accused of stealing by means of a sword through the head earlier, and right in the middle of the fight, too. He put it to his mouth and it lit. He puffed on it a minute before answering. He motioned that they should head back while they talked*
"Well, ye see, Zanz is more concerned wiv' bein' regal an' nice an handlin' things the proper, civilized way. An' tha's fine. But someah the lads we got here don' respond ta such talk. They only speak one language: violence. So I go's out every now an' then to kill some miscreants, keep everything in order. If'n I was as cordial as Zanz, we'd be overrun wiv' mutineers left an' right. So I kill a few every other day or somethin'. No particular way 'bout it."
*As they reached the front gates LeChuck noticed the guards had something. One guard was holding onto the collar of a young boy, and the lad was kicking and struggling and cursing up a storm like no other. LeChuck's eyebrows shot up as he approached the situation.*
"Well well well, what 'ave we got 'ere?"
*LeChuck leaned in the take a look at the boy. The boy's face was set in a menacing look, as menacing as a 12 year old could be. He was certainly angry. He suddenly tried to spit in LeChuck's face. A second later, LeChuck's face was still there as if it hadn't moved, but there was no spit on it. LeChuck puffed on his cigar as he moved back a little and looked on the ground behind him. There was the spit. The little boy's eyes widened as he looked from the spit to LeChuck's face. LeChuck watched as recognition slowly dawned on the boy*
"Yer LeChuck the Zombie! Blimey, yer th' livin' dead!"
*LeChuck smiled*
"Aye, yer right lad, 'tis I. Sea-King Smuttynose LeChuck, bein' at yer humble service"
*LeChuck made an extremely elegant bow, waving his arms all over the palce as he oh-so-slowly bowed down until his head was inbetween his knees and his arms were on the ground. The little boy again spit at LeChuck's head and missed again, the spit seemingly appearing behind LeChuck as it seemed he hadn't even moved. LeChuck suddenly stood up and had his face to the boys face in a flash. He grinned his yellow rotting teeth and the boy cringed. He whispered, and his voice was ragged and sweeping like the wind*
"Les' not be doin' tha' no more"
Guard 1: We caught him trying to steal from your personal caravan, sir.
Guard 2: We know you don't mind if they steal the food. But he was going for the ale, sir.
*LeChuck's eyes widened*
"Stealin' ale at yer age? Good gracious! Yer jus' like me!"
*LeChuck stood up and scratched his chin for a moment as he looked the boy over. Finally, he clapped his hands together*
"E's a ripe young swashbuckler. Put 'im in the LeChuck's School fer Young Pirates"
*As the boy was lead off screaming and kicking by the guards Syrus was doubled over with laughter. LeChuck slowly turned to face him, a little peeved*
"An' what, might I inquire, is so damn funny?"
*Syrus moved to wipe his eyes even though no tears were forming. But there would've been tears for sure. He quickly quieted down from his rambunctious explosion*
"Hoo....haha.....you.....that school you mentioned. What a laugh. What is it, some fancy name for a juvenile hall or something? or are you just sending that kid off to be executed?"
*Syrus slowly continued to laugh a little more, quietly, as LeChuck
s face didn't change one bit. It still remained one of concerned displeasure*
"A jail? An execution hall?! I said a bloody school, mate. An' I meant a bloody school!"
*LeChuck turned on his heel and pushed the massive doors open, 30 feet tall, 8 feet thick, and made of cast iron lead. No cannonball, plasma blast, rocket, explosion could destroy that door. And many had tried over 50 years. They easily weighed 300 tons, but LeChuck pushed them open as if opening a barn door. Syrus followed in behind him, his face now quizzical*
"Wait wait wait. Do you mean to tell me that you actually have a......a whatsitcalled...."
*LeChuck huffed*
"A LeChuck's School fer Young Pirates? Yes, I do!"
*Syrus was now quiet as he followed LeChuck back to his quarters. They reached the door and LeChuck kicked the door open as he walked in. At first, Syrus had been alarmed that there was no bed in the room. But then he remembered that LeChuck had no need for sleep, like him. He found it comforting to have found not only an old mate, but someone in a very similar predicament as him. He plopped himself down in a chair and lit a cigarette*
"So what now mate? Do we go find Zanzibar and discuss what we do next? Or do we just....whatever?"
*LeChuck picked up a keg from the corner, punched a hole in the top, and drained it dry before crushing it to the size of a yo-yo. he let out a massive burp*
"Aye, we wait"
At 11/8/04 09:27 AM, Baderact wrote: "Excuse me, go on to the ship and bring the large wrapped item to my quarters. Also beware LeChuck, he as it out for you."
Zanzibar continued up to his private quarters.
*LeChuck hopped up out of his seat and was heading for the door when he spotted the robot going for the cannon*
"Die, ye treacherous scoundrel!"
*In a flash LeChuck's hand was through the robot. It shuddered and sparks flew as it's motherboard cracked and sizzled.*
Was just...following....oorrrrrrdeeerrrrrrsssss
*It shut down with a clunk. LeChuck drew his hand out and it fell to the floor. He rubbed his chin*
"Oh....um.....apologies, mate. No need, I'll be gettin' it for ye. Stay there an relax"
*LeChuck reached down and slung the large cannon over his shoulder. He whistled as he strolled down the gangway and down the walkway that lead to their personal quarters. LeChuck turned towards Zanzibar's area, and after walking past the library and practice room and all the other crap Zanzibar had, he finally reached his bed chamber. Rather than knock, LeChuck kicked the door in and came upon Zanzibar who was, surprisingly, facing the door with his hands on his hips, a rather chastising look on his face. LeChuck's eyes widened*
"Yer a witch! Ye knew I was comin'!"
*Zanzibar rolled his eyes*
"I always know when you're coming. You whistle all the damn time"
*LeChuck laughed*
"Oh yea, right.....anyway, ere's yer cannon" LeChuck puts the cannon down gently on the floor, "what zactly s'this thing do? These magic writin's an whatnot. Does it fire magic?"
"No, it doesn't fire magic" Zanzibar muttered as he further inspected each and every marking on the weapon. LeChuck watched him a moment, trying to pretend he was even slightly interested. After 5 minutes, however, boredom overtook him and over-rode his desire to pretend. He slapped his thigh.
"Okay, well, this is borin' as playin' chess wiv a squid. I'll see ya later. If ya wanna find me, just follow the trail a' bodies"
*LeChuck grinned as he sauntered out of Zanzibar's room. He walked all the way back to his room and found Syrus inside, toying with his daggers, throwing them against the wall 50 feet away and forming the word SYRUS. LeChuck laughed*
"Ah, ye' always was fond a them daggers, Syrus. I 'spose yer aim is much better, bein' the devils henchman an all."
*Syrus sighed as he continued throwing more, now forming triangles and perfect circles around his name*
"Yes, well.....The powers I gained were impressive at first. But it's been damn near 250 years, LeChuck. I'm getting a bit tired. I really wish there were some way I could break this god damned curse and fucking die already."
*He threw his last throwing knife, and in the end there were 200 knives thrown in LeChuck's wall. Syrus put out his hand and they all came out of the wall and were sucked back into their places, in his sleeve, his coat, his boots. Syrus stood up. LeChuck noticed that in the light his appearance was much more fatigued and drawn, as if he had been running on empty for years. Sadly, this was the case. Syrus walked towards the door*
"Come. Let's find us a pub and maybe get in a fight. I've almost got my face back entirely from that fight back there"
*Syrus lifted his bandana to show LeChuck. To his surprise, Syrus truly had regained almost all of the flesh on his face, all but his nose. But now he had lips, cheeks, a chin, a tongue. It was miraculous*
"Tha's incredible! Bu'what about yer body? Cant ye be fixin that?"
*The two began walking as Syrus drew a cigarette from his pocket and lit it with his eyes*
"Theoretically, yes. But it would take an incredible amount of souls for me to do so. I reaped about 30 souls back there, and I get about half my face back. I would need to reap at least 300 to maybe get a leg. So....maybe 2000 for a whole body, maybe 2500, more or less. And I'm not as heartless as some of the others. Compared to my co-workers, I'm a damned angel. They all look like spring chickens compared to me. The younger the soul reaped, the more flesh you get. I reap middle and older aged men, so I don't get much. But these guys are reaping newborns, getting whole arms back. I don't do that. I squandered my life. I'm not about to ruin some childs just for some god damned flesh that I don't need."
*Syrus smoked his cigarette, and as he inhaled LeChuck noticed some of the smoke coming out from his chest and head as they walked on through Tortuga. Some young rapscallion tried to pickpocket LeChuck and he cuffed him soundly. He ran off cursing. Without missing a beat, LeChuck replied*
"So ye could look normal?" He shrugged, "I say ferget it. I'm undead....kinda, an I don't need this flesh. Jus' so 'appens it dont come off me, an' wont. Life aint as pleasurable as it used ta be, but these powers make up fer it, eh?" LeChuck jabbed Syrus in jest as the two took a seat at a no-name pub on some side-street. Syrus took another drag as he shook his head*
"I wasn't looking for this, LeChuck. I've wished time and time again that I hadn't been so foolish as to sell my soul. Every day of my life I'm a walking skeleton, a dead man. We're not living, LeChuck. We're just abominations amongst the living."
*LeChuck snorted as the beers came and he lit a cigar*
"Well, yer a killjoy. Cmon, we'll have our fun when we get our crew back. A few days a' bein back out there, piratin' an pillagin', an you'll be right as rain"
*Syrus smiled at the thought*
"You know, for once, I think you might actually be right. I've been out of the game. No wonder I'm so down!" Suddenly it was as if Syrus had woken up. He was re-energized, and the fire burned in his eyes like LeChuck remembered it once had when they were younger and....living. He slapped the table*
"Tha's the spirit! Now look here, let's start now. Look aroun'....anyone ya wanna kill?"
At 11/5/04 02:01 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: What are you going to do pirate? throw rocks at us until we run away?
Troops, kill them.
*The passage is filled with plasma beams and PRG rounds, leaving no area undamaged*
*LeChuck laughs as he dodges the laser blasts Matrix-style. He begins humming one of his favorite tunes from back in the day, 'Can't Touch Me' by MC Hammer. He yells to Syrus who is merely standing there, taking shots as they destroy his clothing slowly*
"Syrus! Go an' reap some souls! An' see if they got some cigars in that store in Hell er wha'ever!"
*A laser blast shot a hole directly through Syrus's bandana covering his mouth, revealing a ghastly grin of all teeth and jaw*
"With pleasure"
*Syrus zoomed forward and grabbed the nearest guard. He flew up into the darkness with him. A scream was heard, and it slowly died off. There was a moment of silence, and then the body dropped out of the fog. It's eyes were gone, it's mouth gaping off. It was a crumpled shell. Syrus floated back down, chuckling to himself*
"I bet I'd get good credit for your soul, Farlander"
*LeChuck bound forward and began breaking necks one-handed. The Jovians came at him but every time one moved to strike he fell through the floor, popping up behind them and stunning them with a blow to the head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Syrus facing Farlander, and he was definitely contemplating reaping his soul*
"No! Syrus! Not him! Not yet!"
*Syrus turned at the mention of his voice and snarled*
"Fine!"
*More Enforcers began coming out of the woodwork. Syrus caught the first one and did his thing. LeChuck bound forward towards Farlander. He stopped right in front of him, just in time to catch an Enforcer and crush his skull beneath his hands. Blood squirted onto both his and Farlander's clothes*
"Listen, ya'ass. I don't like ye. But me mate has dibs on ye. So I can't touch ye. But count yer blessin's e' ain't left ye ta me"
*LeChuck winked at Farlander and jumped off. He was punching through Enforcers chests' as he bounded towards Syrus, who was reaping more and more souls*
"Syrus! Away, mate. We'r wastin time!"
*Syrus turned, his mouth bloody as he had been eating one's heart. LeChuck cringed as the sight, but noticed a small amount of flesh had returned to Syrus's face. Syrus nodded and dropped the body. The men flew towards the elevator and it wasnt there. LeChuck cursed.*
"Bah. Oh well, hang on"
*LeChuck broke open the shaft doors, stepped into the shaft, held onto Syrus, and sent the two rocketing up towards Zanzibar and Kray. When they reached the level at which Zanzibar and Kray were at LeChuck saw they were about to do combat with the Jovians. LeChuck's eyes widened.*
"No! Zanz!"
*LeChuck let go of Syrus, he could handle himself. He grabbed Zanzibar's jacket and Kray's neck. He hauled the two with him as he went up the shaft right before the Jovians charged with their spears and fired their rifles. LeChuck took them up through the roof of the building to the hangar where their ship was docked. It was swarming with Enforcers. LeChuck growled*
"Ah, bastards. Oh well, little extra time couldnt hurt."
*The three made quick work of the Enforcers, as Zanzibar rushed Kray aboard the ship. When it was clear and they were free of any docking equipment they fired it up and took off to Tortuga. When they were a good distance away from Kharad LeChuck joined Zanzibar up in the cockpit. He plopped himself down in the co-pilot seat and lit up a cigar. Zanzibar shot him a glance. LeChuck rolled his eyes as he produced another one from his pocket and handed it over.*
"Zanz....why were ya about to attack the lizards? I clearly asked ye not to. We're makin' enemies left an right, mate. It wouldn't hurt ta have some friends. I'm just asking ye. Avoid them. Ya don' 'av to attack"
*Zanzibar snarled*
"I wouldn'tve had a problem with them if I hadn't been facing the wrong end of their weapons as soon as I had gotten off the elevator. You know how I don't like being cornered. I get.....crazy"
*LeChuck nodded*
"I know, I know....but cmon, do it fer yer mate, LeChuck. Don' go hurtin' the lizards, 'kay?"
*Zanzibar grunted*
"Fine, fine, I won't touch your lizard friends." *He turned to look at LeChuck, "You didn't touch Farlander, did you?"
*"No, no, I know you want him. I even told 'im so. I just got him angry, s'all. No worries"
*Zanzibar smiled in satisfaction as their ship sped on to Tortuga, home."
At 11/5/04 12:50 PM, Baderact wrote: One of the men in the other room busted in and said "Syrus... some action iss going down in your bar..."
*Syrus turned to the mention of his bar*
"Hmm....must be that government lapdog Farlander. He is of no consequence. Although I would take great pleasure in taking his soul..." Syrus thought to himself as to what their plan of action would be. "Okay. We should leave here immediately. I can cloak all 4 of us so we can move undetected past their patrol, and from there we'll---"
"Hol' on jus' a minute" LeChuck interrupted. "If it's tha' bastard Fatlander I wanna piece ov 'im. Zanz, you should use yer magic an take Kray back to Tortuga unharmed. Me an Syrus can follow easily, we'll steal a ship er somethin. But we should move..."
*Again they were interrupted by one of Syrus's men*
"Syrus, this aint no normal patrol. Tryke said he saw Jovians in full battle gear, 10 of em." Syrus nodded and the man withdrew.
"Hmm....the Jovians helping out Farlander's patrols of the lower city? That is unexpected. They must've reached some sort of agreement. I just hope the Jovians aren't going to trust that conniving bastard too much. He's notorious for sneaky shit. He's tried to infiltrate my lairs with spies frequently. Luckily they never know the code so they never get in. But that's never stopped him."
*Syrus continued as the group followed him out of the wide double-doors and to the ladder*
"His patrols could never find these spots. But he's killed some good men of mine who were just out doing normal things, like getting food for their families. Just yesterday a man named Hugo was shot while walking back to his home with some scavenged plants and other edibles. Shot right dead. His kids are starvin' now."
*Syrus's eyes lit up as he clenched his teeth. LeChuck sensed time was sensitive and so urged his companion on*
"Right, right, we'll be gettin' ta that mate. Let's jus focus on gettin outta here fer now"
*Syrus composed himself and complied. They climbed up the ladder and back out the trapdoor. Zanzibar had been wondering how Kray would fit through the trapdoorway, which couldn'tve wider than 3'x3'. His question was answered as Kray shape-shifted into a much smaller and thinner version. He slipped through the door with ease. When they were all out Zanzibar spoke*
"So you're a shape-shifter as well? That was a surprise"
*Kray looked at Zanzibar*
"Kray nooo normal Phhhangar. Heee have some maaagic too. Shhhape-shifffting is one ooof abilitiiiies."
*Syrus signaled for silence as he closed the trapdoor and it once again disappeared from view. He looked out the door to see if the coast was clear. When he determined it was clear they moved out in single file, silent as night. LeChuck didn't say anything, but he was eager to confront those Jovians and maybe just even talk to them. He knew they were an incredibly prideful race, and therefore if he ever attacked one he would probably be on their bad side for a very long time. He made a mental note to not engage with the Jovians at any cost. He spoke quietly to the group*
"I'd 'preciate it if no one was to attack the lizards. Jus a personal favor. We can all 'void em easily. Jus kill Farlanders men an maybe Farlander hisself."
*Once again they wound through the maze of houses, and when they reached a certain crossroads Syrus stopped. He turned to face the group*
"Okay, here's where we split up. Zanzibar, I want you to take yourself and Kray to the elevator in secret. Use whatever you do...magics...or whatever. LeChuck and I are going to say hi to Farlander. Head straight that way and you'll hit the elevator after about 5 minutes. See you on Tortuga."
*LeChuck winked at Zanzibar and a faint smile crossed Zanzibar's face. Then Zanzibar looked at Kray and said, "Don't panic. This is gonna feel weird, but you'll be fine. Just relax."
*Zanzibar dematerialized himself and Kray into a similar yellowish smog like the air was. It would be impossible to see or find them. Syrus poked LeChuck*
"Come, we have work to do."
*The two men took off in the fading light, Syrus speeding ahead, a blur, with LeChuck following right behind. They stopped when they had come within Farlander's sight. Syrus bent down and picked up a rock. "Watch this" He whispered to LeCHuck. Syrus was still for a moment. Then he reached back and threw the stone. It sped across the gap of no more than 30 feet in milliseconds, and it first hit a soldiers helmet, then ricocheted to another soldiers helmet. It continued it's ricocheting until it had hit every helmet. Each soldier was unharmed, but briefly stunned and a little shaken. Syrus spoke.
"And there's more where that came from. We have no quarrel with you, Jovians. Our fight resides with Farlander and his cronies."
*Syrus led the men through a maze of rundown, makeshift houses, made of plywood and sheet metal and whatever else they could tack onto it. It seemed as if they were wandering aimlessly, but eventually Syrus stopped outside a random house that looked like all the others. He whistled a tune, accompanied by a series of knocks and scratches. After a moment of this the door opened. Syrus put his finger to where his lips would've been and motioned them inside. LeChuck and Zanzibar went in, and Syrus followed, shutting the door and gazing through a slit to see if they had been followed. When he determined the coast was clear, he closed the peekhole and turned to the two*
"Well gentlemen, we're here"
*Zanzibar and LeChuck gazed around in the darkness, the only small amount of light coming from the boarded-up window that showed a dirt floor. After a moment Syrus cursed*
"Oh right, you guys can't see in the dark. My apologies"
*Syrus produced fire from his hand, and the room was illuminated sufficiently so that Zanzibar and LeChuck might be able to take in their surroundings.*
*There wasn't much. They were in one very small room. Even the roof was low, so that Zanzibar and Syrus had to duck their heads, but LeChuck was fine. Suddenly Syrus's eyes began burning red. His bandana covering his face almost glowed underneath, and moments later, after it faded, a trapdoor in the ground became visible.*
"I keep it hidden from the authorities like that. Very helpful"
*Zanzibar and LeChuck made way as Syrus opened the door, revealing a ladder that went down, where voices and sounds of metal on metal could be heard. Syrus started down and motioned them to follow*
"Come, down here"
*LeChuck scoffed*
"Ya takin' a ladder? Bah humbug"
*LeChuck touched Zanzibar's shoulder and the two men passed through the ground into the chamber, landing directly on top of a table where men had been fiddling with various weapons of sorts. In an instant they were all up, and the weapons were at their throats. LeChuck and Zanzibar were motionless as they looked around the room. A moment later Syrus was all the way down, waving the men off*
"No, they're friends. They just don't use ladders."
*The men eyed the pair suspiciously, but quickly went back to talking. They were quite a surly bunch, with plenty of scars to show they had proved their worth. There was also a wealth of appendages missing: eyes, arms, hands, legs, ears, some even missing noses. These were true pirates. LeChuck smiled.*
Syrus called to them from across the small, dimly lit room, standing in front of a door, "Come, in here"
*The three walked into the room, and immediately LeChuck and Zanzibar stopped in their tracks. What was presented in front of them was....was......really fucking weird looking. The creature was easily 10 feet tall with massive shoulders spanning 8 feet across. It's arms were as thick as LeChuck's gut in the fattest part, which was quite large. It's skin was a reddish-yellow tint, and it had markings and scars all over it's body. It turned to face it's visitors, and it's face wasnt pretty either. With 2 small slits for eyes, almost like a serpent, and a small pig-like snout. It had a mouth like a boar, with two sharp teeth protruding from the bottom sticking out over the top lip. It had small ears and no hair, but something similar to hair, more like dreadlocks extending from the back of it's head down to the middle of it's back. This was held back by a tie of leather. It grunted at the arrival of it's guests. Syrus stood beside it, his gloved hand on it's arm*
"Gentlemen, meet Kray"
*LeChuck shuddered as Syrus replaced the bandana over his face. He quickly reverted to his normal self. A grin spread across his face as he clapped Zanzibar on the back and Syrus on the shoulder. LeChuck was a mixture of surprised and not surprised to feel nothing but bone under the clothing Syrus wore.*
"Well knock me down an' call me Sally! Looks like we got us an undead crew so far! Hey Syrus, have you heard anything from Limey Pete? Or maybe Hagris?"
*Syrus sighed* "We didn't all make pacts with the Devil, Chuck. Those men are long dead."
*"Oh..."
*LeChuck hung his head in sadness. Moments later he was bright and joking again*
"Oh well, we'll see em' at th'pearly gates someday. Fer now why dont ya join us on our quests an' we fin' ourselves a crew?"
*Syrus nodded*
"It would be an honor to sail with the infamous Sea-King LeChuck again. Count me in"
"Grand!" Lechuck exploded. "Now let's find us some more mates!"
*As LeChuck moved to get up he found Syrus's hand on his shoulder restraining him. LeChuck was confused*
"What ya doin', Syrus? We're leavin'!"
"Not yet, friend. We have company. Directly behind me. 4 men dressed in black. They walked in about 3 minutes ago and have been listening in."
*Zanzibar nonchalantly sipped his beer as his eyes quickyl glanced over the men. He saw 3 eating as if they were minding their own business, but one closest to the wall was most definitely staring at Syrus. Zanzibar grunted* "Friend's of yours?"
*Syrus snorted* "Hardly. Bounty hunters. I've got quite a price on my head, what with being invincible and all. There aren't many ways to kill me, and unless your an angel or a demon directly from Heaven or Hell, you can't do much to hurt me. Needless to say I've killed many man over 300 years, and my bounty is nearing 1 billion credits."
*LeChuck's eyes practically popped out of his head*
"One bill---Blistering barnacles!"
*Syrus remained unmoving as he finished his beer*
"They'll be coming over here soon enough, attempting to claim their bounty. Thing is I'm getting nicer. I warn them what they're up against before I attack. Give them a chance to repent, so to speak. Some listen, some don't. Let's give these ones a shot at living past today"
*Syrus disappeared from his seat. LeChuck and Zanzibar looked around, trying to see where he would reappear. Suddenly there was a commotion at the table of bounty hunters across the room. One man got up from his seat and crossed his chest. LeChuck caught a glimpse of Syrus's head sticking out of the wall, his eyes glowing red. The men appeared to be frozen as they listened to Syrus' captivating voice as he spoke of what the consequences would be for trying to kill him. The man standing up cursed and reached to his waist to reveal a small plasma pistol. Syrus shot him a glance and the man froze. He started shaking slightly, then progressively more and more violently. Blood began bubbling out of his mouth as his eyes rolled back into his skull. He collapsed on the ground, transfixed in a look of pure terror. The other men slowly looked from their dead companion back to Syrus. They quickly got up and ran out of the bar, shoving and pushing to be the first ones out of the door. Syrus's head vanished into the wall and he reappeared moments later back in his seat with a sigh*
"Well, at least I saved three of them."
*Zanzibar lit a cigar as he kicked back in his seat and put his feet up on the table*
"That was pretty nifty. Learn that from the Devil?"
*Syrus drained his mug, and most of the contents spilled down onto the ground. He wiped his bandana once more as he looked at Zanzibar*
"You know it"
*The three men got up from their seats and the serving girl went to clear their table. As the three stepped back out into the fog Syrus stopped. He put his arm out and opened his palm. A small fireball appeared. It burned furiously for a moment, then slowly died down. Miraculously, in it's place was now a pack of cigarettes. Syrus packed them and withdrew one to light it with his finger. LeChuck was amazed*
"What was that?"
*Syrus took a drag as he thought to himself*
"Consider it a personal general store of Hell. I've got a bit of a debt there. I pay it with souls. 1 soul is worth 3 cartons of cigarettes." *He glanced back at the two*
"Kinda makes life sound pretty cheap, huh?"
*The pair nodded. Syrus exhaled as he motioned them to follow him*
"Come. I know where we can recruit a few good men."
*They set off once again into the smog, looking for more members that would join their crew*
At 11/4/04 05:37 PM, Baderact wrote:
"... good point." he two smiled and shook hands. "If your really LeChuck's friend you would probably enjoy a drink. And if your really a pirate, you'd enjoy a lot of drinks..."
Zanzibar stood up and picked up the cannon. He turned around and walked over to the door behind them. "Common, this pub serves good beer." Syrus started walking toward the open door.
"Great! I'm parched"
*The three march into the pub which is extremely run down and only serving 3 customers at the time. They take a seat at a table in the corner. The owner looks over in their direction with a snarl on his face, but at the sight of Syrus his face suddenly changes to one of surprise, and then instantly to one of humility. The man nods his head in recognition. Syrus nods back. He holds 3 fingers up and the barman nods again, calling for the serving girl. He turns back to LeChuck and Zanzibar*
"I used to come hide out in the basement here back in the day when I was still a small-time arms dealer. Now I own it"
*Syrus accepted the 3 beers and gave thanks as he passed them out and sipped his....through his bandana. Zanzibar raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when LeChuck kicked him under the table. Zanzibar shot him an angry glance, but LeChuck's eyes were clearly set in an expression of "Don't ask..."*
*Food was placed on the table as well, but none of the men touched it. They simply had their mugs refilled and drank. Syrus put down his empty mug for a refill as he casually spoke*
"So LeChuck, whats brings you to the underbelly of high society"
*LeChuck moved around in his seat as he cleverly stole a cigar from Zanzibar's pocket. LeChuck giggled as he lit it and spoke*
"Well, 'tis like this, mate. Zanzibar an' I 'ave been cruisin' the universe for some time now, an' we were..."
*LeChuck sudddenly stopped, his face turning to one of complete and utter disbelief. He pounded the table*
"Wait a minute! Blimey! I'm a damn fool! How'in th'hell ar' ya still alive?!"
*Syrus chuckled quietly to himself, his shoulders slightly shaking as he sipped his beer*
"I was wondering when you might ask me that. It's a long and complicated story. But I'll give you the short version."
*Syrus set his mug down and his eyes set on LeChuck in dead seriousness*
"After our last run, I was a first mate aboard The Sea Demon. We ran a tight ship, and the rewards were plentiful. But one night, after we had raided a trade ship from India that was laden with fine silks and crafts, I was betrayed. The captain had his throat cut in his sleep, and from there it was me against the rest of the crew. They tied cannonballs to my feet and made me walk the plank. As you can imagine, I was furious. As I was quickly sinking to my doom I prayed to God or the Devil, whoever may have been listening, to give me the chance to get my revenge."
*Syrus accepted another beer and began drinking it, again through his bandana. A dripping sound could be heard, and Syrus certainly noticed. He immediately put the beer down and wiped his bandana and face with his sleeve. The dripping ceased. he continued*
"Unfortunately, the Devil had his ears open for vengeful sinners that day. So he made me a pact. I sold him my soul in exchange for the chance to get my revenge. I caught up with the men and slaughtered each and every one of them. It was glorious. Not to my surprise, I was killed soon after I had finished my wish. As promised, my soul shot down the Hell. But the devil wasn't finished with me."
*Syrus's eyes burned red. Zanzibar now listened intently, and LeChuck got a strange feeling from the man*
"He said he had never seen a man with as much passion and drive for killing as I had. He compared me to his demons. So he gave me powers and ordained me...."
*LeChuck practically shot out of his seat, eyes wide*
"A demon?!"
*Syrus calmly sipped his beer, shrugging the firm accusation off*
"Hmm...more of a reaper of sorts. I work for him either way, and my soul isn't released into Heaven until I complete"
*He raised his fingers in the air to do quotes. LeChuck also noticed he had gloves on*
" 'A great deed', whatever that means. I've been trying 'great deeds' all over the place for hundreds of years now, and I still haven't been able to get rid of this curse. Anyway, that's my story."
*Syrus reached for his beer, but quickly pulled his hand back and produced a throwing knife. He began twirling it in the air, toying with it. Zanzibar's eyes narrowed*
"Syrus....I've been noticing some things about you. The dripping, the gloves...what are you hiding?"
*Syrus laughed*
"I was wondering when one of you might notice. I was fairly sure LeChuck would never pick up on it, so I'm glad his companion is more aware than he. Forget the gloves. I'm surprised you picked up on the dripping. You see, since I made that pact and all I was never really alive."
*Syrus slowly lifted his bandana, and the two men cringed. Beneath the bandana was a rotting mass of flesh, practically decayed entirely, leaving little amounts over his lips and one cheek. Everywhere else his skull was quite visible, white and gleaming. Syrus spoke in an extremely low tone*
"Hard to keep flesh on a dead man"
At 11/4/04 03:26 PM, Baderact wrote: "We can only take two back to Tortuga with us, make sure you choose the skilled and not the entertaining..." Zanzibar scowled at LeChuck.
On their last recruiting run LeChuck had found a group of men he was quite fond of, that were completely incompitent. "I'm going to wait here and make some contact with Tortuga. Call if you need me." Zanzibar lit up a cigar and sat down on the wrapped cannon. He bagan playing with some gadgets.
*LeChuck waved Zanzibar off as he trod into the dodgy foggy streets (bet ya didnt see that coming), muttering to himself*
"Ahhh, monkey in a negligee..."
*LeChuck walked and quickly found himself lost. He cursed and stamped his feet as he peered through the thick, yellowish smog to try and gain his bearings. He moved around, trying to find a certain pub he was looking for...*
"Looking for someone?" Came a voice from behind him.
*In a flash LeChuck was turned around, cutlass drawn and teeth bared*
"Who be ye?!"
*A thin shadowy figure slowly walked forward out of the fog and into LeChuck's view. He spoke in a soft, calm voice, almost lulling and very reassuring.*
"Ah, LeChuck. My old mate on the high seas. It's been a while"
*The man was at least 4 inches taller than LeChuck, at 6'3", with a bandana around the top of his head keeping his dreadlocks together, and another one around his face to keep some of the toxic fog out of his lungs. Through the thin slit provided between the two bandanas gleamed piercing brown eyes that were nothing but slits. The man's ears were somewhat pointy as well. His build was slim, but wiry. You might not notice but this man was set for action at the drop of a hat. LeChuck couldn't see it but he knew the man was smiling. LeChuck's face slowly split into a grin as well*
"Syrus, ya'old seadog. How ya been?"
*The two men performed their secret handshake, which was both gripping each others forearm, shaking once, and sliding two fingers along their arm as they withdrew and finally into a fist in the end. The men laughed*
"Come, let's have ye meet me mate, an then let's us find a pub an get'out this ghastly air. Makes me wanna puke the stomach I don't 'ave."
*LeChuck got ready to lead Syrus but then remembered he was completely lost. He cursed under his breath as he turned to Syrus*
"Uh....well....I'm lost, so...maybe--"
*Syrus held up a hand, and LeChuck's wary eye caught a glimpse of the throwing knives he had concealed underneath his sleeve*
"Say no more. I've been following you since you got off the elevator. Come"
*He walked off into the mist, and sure enough, after about 4 minutes Zanzibar appeared, perched on his cannon, fiddling with some mechanical gadget. LeChuck held Syrus back and walked on ahead first so as not to alarm Zanzibar*
"Ahoy Zanzibar! Come meet me mate, Syrus. E's somethin' like you an' I, only he's not undead. I sailed with him before I even met ye! Got word he was hear from an informant who Syrus inconveniently killed soon thereafter. But no matter. Syrus, meet Zanzibar"
*Syrus stepped around and in front of LeChuck in one smooth motion. He stopped in front of Zanzibar and extended his hand*
"Greetings, friend of LeChuck. It's a pleasure"
At 11/3/04 08:46 PM, Baderact wrote: "This is something I can't understand" He pointed to a small marking on the back of the cannon. "I had my cannon's specially made. These shouldn't be any other cannon but my own... We need to get this analysed."
*LeChuck scratched his beard as he looked at the marking on the cannon. He shrugged it off*
"Maybe it got scratched er somethin'. But ya do what ya gotta do, Zanz. Lord only knows you love meddlin' wiv things."
Zanzibar stood back up and rewrapped the cannon. "You have done me well." Zanzibar slapped the old man on the shoulder and smiled. "Show me around. What is this place like? We have some time to spare... right?"
*LeChuck met Zanzibar's gaze at the question about time. LeChuck thought for a moment, then spoke*
"Well, there is business I must be attendin' to back on Tortuga, bout gettin' a crew an' all. There also be some mates I was thinkin' a visitin' in the dodgy parts'a town....well.....Perhaps we could dawdle fer a minute er two."
*The deformed man's face cracked into what seemed to be a smile*
"Excellent! I would give you a tour, but I have to get back to work. But make yourselves at home....if that phrase even really applies down here. Just watch out for crags, drops, pits, and Chiurpa's."
*The man hobbled off back to the general mass of workers. LeChuck squinted at Zanzibar with confused look on his face*
"Did you un'erstan' a word 'e jus said? Crags? Pits? Chergas? What the bloody 'ell is a cherga?"
*Zanzibar shrugged, "Beats me. Let's just go take a look. We'll leave soon so you can see your friends and then we'll head back home."*
"Grand"
*LeChuck and Zanzibar strolled around the caverns for a bit, amazed at how little the polution had affected this area due to the use of the Gradflogs. They walked around aimlessly until LeChuck got visibly bored, as he began tearing tips off stalactites and chucking them against the wall, causing them to shatter. The pair walked back to where they had first dropped through, and LeChuck clapped his hand on Zanzibar's shoulder once more and took the two up to the surface again. It was an unpleasant jolt back to reality. They walked back to the elevator, through the destroyed security chamber, and got back on. They proceeded up to the lowest habitable level where the thieves generally hid from the law. LeChuck grinned as the doors opened.*
"'Tis time I paid some men a visit"
*LeChuck stood with a face of no emotion*
"What, a magic cannon? Does it shoot real far? Can it wash me clothes? Blimey..."
*LeChuck poked at the cannon, and the runes burned fiery green again*
"Oy, 'ow do we use this thing?"
*LeChuck began tracing his fingers over the runes, occasionally poking at them. When his finger traced over a certain rune he got a spark. LeChuck pulled his finger back and up to his face to inspect it*
"Hmm....if I 'ad feelin' in me fingers I suspect that mighta hurt"
At 11/3/04 05:53 PM, Tankith wrote: (Hey, uhh... Myst Williams is banned right now. He wanted me to tell you guys to kind of exclude him or not make contact with his character(Mattox) until he gets back. He apologizes for his ignorance and slight stupidity towards the BBS 'Rules' lol.)
Dang homey. Yea, how long? And what for?
*LeChuck grunted as they got on the elevator*
"Ah, believe me mate, I 'ave a burnin' desire to kill that'n too. In time..."
*LeChuck leaned back against the wall and closed his eyes. He brought his hands up to rest on his chest. He whistled to himself as the elevator shot downwards into the lowest and filthiest part of the Earth.*
*When the elevator had reached the lower level the doors opened to reveal an airlocked chamber. They stepped out and the elevator doors shut behind them. It was a small chamber, no more than 5 feet wide and 7 feet long. There was a door at the other end. As Zanzibar and LeChuck approached the door a computerized voice spoke*
"Clearance code please"
*LeChuck laughed softly as he just spat random numbers*
"1234 yer mother's a whore"
"Invalid entry. One more attempt and system shuts down"
*LeChuck grumbled*
"Ah, bugger off"
*He reached up and punched his fist through the computer screen. The whole thing sizzled and popped as the wires fried and circuits exploded. Small nozzles came out of the walls and began filling the chamber with a poisonous gas that would've eaten away at any mask they might've been wearing. LeChuck breathed the gas in deeply and exhaled. He grimaced*
"Tastes like shit. Exit time"
*He kicked the doors out and sent them flying across the toxic wasteland. Zanzibar and LeChuck walked out into the ghastly air. LeChuck plugged his nose even though he couldnt smell anything with his nose*
"Whew! That reeks somethin' awful! I can tell jus' by lookin' at it!"
*The two walked off into the thick toxic air, LeChuck not quite sure why they were down here, but he did know he didn't like it one bit.*
hey guys, I've got a serious fever. Might not post again for a while. I am extremely upset. Fuck fuck fuck. Zanzibar can of course drag me along where ever. I hate being sick!!!!
At 11/2/04 03:12 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: *Farlander laughs at the pirate*
Ohoho, take a look at my face lad. You think I aged this much for no reason? Any immortal should be able to tell you that.
*The troops form a line at the far end of the room, a blast shield sliding closed in front of them, gaps to fire weapons through are set into the shield. Forcefields shimmer on around the room, accompanied by a metallic snapping sound*
Now, you are trapped. After the war humanity realised the threat magic posed, and this entire building was fitted with magic-dampening hardware, developed in part by myself. Your powers will be of no use to you hear, and you wont be able to break those barriers with your ancient melee weapons.
*The enforcers take up firing positions behind the shield*
You know, you give yourselves far too much credit. An immortal is not such a threat to others as it once was.
*LeChuck nodded his head as if being serious*
"True, true....ya might possibly be puttin' a damper on me mates magic. An' that whole part about being an immortal may be true....but I ain't no immortal. Im undead, mate!"
*LeChuck laughed as he quickly planted his feet and rocketed forward towards the blast shield. The man aimed their weapons and prepared to open fire. As LeChuck seemed about to impact he went right through the shiled. The men on the other side were confused, and looked around, not knowing from what to expect.*
*Suddenly that side of the shield became filled with screams of death and bones breaking. After merely 30 seconds the sounds stopped. It was silent. Moments later the sound of wrenching metal was heard as a sizeable portion of the blast door was ripped out of the wall. LeChuck picked it up and heaved it at the other men, crushing 10-12. LeChuck stood laughing as he stood amongst mangled bodies, covered in blood*
"Ya must be jokin'. This ain't magic and I ain't immortal. Been around a long time an' I haven't met a man who could use his magic on me. Me flesh aint alive and neither is me brain."
*LeChuck walked towards Zanzibar as he stood smoking his cigar. Farlander hadn't moved. LeChuck snorted*
"You've learned yer lesson fer today. Try not to piss me off next time. Er else I'll be comin' fer you an everyone ye know. Watch yer back. Farlander. Ye made an enemy today"
*LeChuck laughed as he clapped his hand on Zanzibar's shoulder and sent them both sinking through the floor, disappearing. As the smoke cleared the troops were astonished. Never before had they seen something such as they had just witnessed.*
*LeChuck stood still for a moment with his blade unslung*
"I can't take it, someone's dyin'!"
*LeChuck vanished into the floor. Moments later his cutlass appeared out of this air, and the man closest to the one suspended fell forward, but his head remained balanced on the cutlass. A scratchy voice could be heard laughing in the air*
*LeChuck reappeared next to the headless corpse. He reached down and ripped the body armor off the man, then removed his shirt and used it as a rag to clean his sword. He then reached down and lifted the man by his hair between his thumb and index finger. He threw the body at the other guards, knocking over 3. He shook his head and sighed as he wiped his blade clean, then threw the bloody rag at the other men*
"Farlander, my companion is far more cordial than I. If it t'were up to me, you and your men would be dead already. Your silly little blast doors can't do much against me, lad."
*LeChuck reached up and popped his head off, and proceeded to toss it from hand to hand. As it was being tossed he spoke*
"I'm not exactly the kind to use doors"
*He tossed his head in the air and caught it on his neck. He looked at Farlander with his one eye as he spat*
"Now get the fuck out of my way"
*LeChuck spit on the stairs and turned to look at Zanzibar*
"I see...so that's whatcha were talkin' bout"
*He turned back to Farlander with a grin*
"Listen. I don't know ye, and I can say I'm proud of it. But I don't 'preciate gov'ment jerks like yerself standin' inbetween me an' mah way out."
*LeChuck turned to face one of the riot gear men, hocked up a giant loogie, and spit in the mans mask. His plastic face guard was covered in green slime, and it slowly began to eat away at the plastic. The man cursed and quickly removed his helmet. LeChuck laughed*
"Get these pansies outta me way before I have to waste my time on them. I don't like killin' innocent babies"
At 11/2/04 02:09 PM, Baderact wrote:
"LeChuck, We're leaving." LeChuck looked back over, obviously perturbed that he didn't have a chance to speak with the lizards. Zanzibar walked to the exit, bowed to the ambassedors and left.
*LeChuck groaned as he watched Zanzibar head towards the door. He quickly turned back to the lizards*
"Well, it was nice to meet ya, mates. Perhaps some other time I might be gettin' yer names as well. Goodbye"
*LeChuck ran after Zanzibar, his gut jiggling and cutlass bouncing in his sash. He caught up with Zanzibar as the doors were shut behind them*
"Zanz, what did ye say to him? What's goin' on? Are we getting me a crew to kil--I mean, ship inta shape? oh please Zanz, tell me we're gettin a crew."
*LeChuck walks up to the lizards sitting at their table with a grin on his face. He stops just at the edge and extends his hand in greeting*
"Ahoy mates, the names LeChuck. Who might you be?"
At 11/2/04 12:09 PM, Tacitacial wrote: "That fool in Antarctica. He destroyed my computer. Too bad, but not something I care about now. It's of no matter."
*Cromwell looks at LeChuck's extended hand, but refuses to shake it because of the spit.*
"I think I'll pass, but who are you? Do you have an invitation and what are you here for?"
*LeChuck grunted as he wiped his hands off on his hands*
"Won't accept me hand....ya stick-ass."
*He turned to walk away and nudged Zanzibar as his back was turned, audibly so Cromwell could hear*
"You deal with this one. He's too tight fer me. I'm goin' to see our lizard friends"
*LeChuck sauntered away from the table towards the lizards, eager to learn about them, their culture...and how well they might fight on a ship*
At 11/2/04 11:51 AM, Baderact wrote:
Zanzibar reached into his jacket pocket and removed the handle-less chrome pick from his jacket. "I have been carrying this around for some time now incase we ever had the chance to meet you..."
*LeChuck bowed as well as they faced Cromwell sitting with his assistants at the table*
"Arr, a dead compatriot of ours, one Joey the frikkin idiot miner, once knew ye. And someone else as well, someone....powerful. Can't recall his name...but we got a good deal of our powers from him. But anyway, we come to bury the hatchet. Or in this case, the pick axe"
*LeChuck made to take his hat off in respect when he remembered he didn't have it on. he cursed. He simply raised his eyes to the ceiling with a forlorn look of regret on his face*
"Aye, 'tis true. Joey the Miner was no smart boy. Ironically, he was more useful in death than he was in life. He said some pretty stupid things...some crap about tasting chrome all the time....but needless to say, he had a heart of solid gold.*
*LeChuck breathed a sigh, and then looked back to Cromwell*
"So, it is with good intentions that we come to say..."
*He spits in his hand and sticks it out towards Cromwell*
"Sorry mate. I owe ya'a pint"
(Yay, I'm level 10!)
*LeChuck eyed the lizards as they entered, and was surprised to see that after one had spoken to the other, they gave their due respect. LeChuck hadn't been greeted in such a manner in a while, especially not by lizard creatures. LeChuck followed as Zanzibar had greeted them in the old pirate custom. He then nudged Zanzibar and spoke out of the side of his mouth*
"Oy, Zanz...those lizard creatures look moighty interestin'. Perchance we might be talkin' to em at a point? I always been interested in creatures ova universe"
*Zanzibar slowly moved his head to view Zanzibar with one eyebrow drastically up, and one very down. LeChuck scoffed*
"Oh, shut it. I'm not stupid. I may not be elegant, but I'm damn smart! Professor LeChuck, yarr!"
*LeChuck's gaze was instantly drawn to a man as he brushed past them and took his seat near the lizardmen. What was quite distinct was that he and his companions were all dressed like doctors, and had briefcases an papers an stuff. Suddenly LeChuck began to spasm slightly, his brain going haywire as he saw things in his head, visions.....he saw speaking to him about guns in snow, then he was enraged about something being broken....LeChuck stopped quickly. it had gone on so fast and (luckily) quietly almost no one had noticed. One servant had gotten quite scared, but LeChuck winked at him in reassurance. The servant scampered away. LeChuck's reassuring face melted away to reveal one of concern and troubling thoughts. He nudged Zanzibar again*
"Zanz, that man at the table, in the white.....name's Cromwell. I feel like.....like I know 'im er somethin'. You get that feelin' at all? Like...Christ! Joey! That's it! But.....there were memories there from someone else as well. Not Joey....Zanz....this is right freaky. We 'av to talk to 'im. We were kinda mates at a time.....er somethin'. Or Joey was.....or someone...else. Bugger, I'm bloody confused."
*LeChuck grabbed a glass of champagne of a nearby tray a servant was carrying from the kitchen and quickly downed it, tossing the glass behind him. Zanzibar quickly caught it with his telekinesis and placed it gently on the table*
"Please don't do that" He muttered.
*LeChuck wiped his mouth*
"Right.....my mistake."
*LeChuck was getting antsy, because he now felt as if he knew some weird man in the room, and those lizards were eyeing them at times. LeChuck disliked an eye of scrutiny.*
"Oh......"
*Lechuck hung his head in sorrow*
"Crap..."
*As they entered the ballroom and Zanzibar had spoken to the servant and walked away, LeChuck's grin widened. He approached the servant with a look of utter glee and excitement. The servant looked horrified, and slowly put his hands up to protect himself as if he feared for his life. LeChuck simply walked up and clapped his hand on his shoulder*
"C'mon, chap! Introduce me to some people! This is a party, ain'tit? Where be the whores? An' the ale? Ale an whores!"
*The people nearest to LeChuck were turning around with looks of disgust on their faces. LeChuck looked at one particularly sour-looking woman and smiled. She looked him up and down and tutted. LeChuck's smile faded. He looked at her with utter seriousness. He slowly approached her, and she cringed. He stopped, leaned his head in a little.*
"Boo"
*The woman nearly screamed, but simply spilled her champagne all over her partners fancy clothes. LeChuck had a hearty laugh*
"Bah, ya ol' windbag. I'm way older than you an' I still have more fun! Go eat yer fancy fishpoop an whale balls! Robot! Dame!"
*LeChuck's spanish was atrocious, but the robot understood. From the door came a keg, flying through the air, soaring over the crowd, directly towards LeChuck. In one smooth motion, LeChuck caught the keg with one hand, set it down, pounded a hole, and poured himself a mug (think Dad's Home...hehe). He raised the frosty mug to his mouth as he downed the 2-pint glass in one gulp. He let loose a satisfying "aahhh.." as he wiped his mouth, followed moments later by a massive eruption of stomach gas through his mouth. He burped quite loudly.*
"Hoo.....pardon me, misses and ladies. Oh, how rude of me."
*LeChuck spit into the empty mug and reached in to wipe it clean with his fingers. He then breathed on the inside, looked around to see if Zanzibar could see him, and after determining the coast was clear, wiped it dry with the cuff of his sleeve. He then offered the mug up to the general crowd*
"Anyone else wanna taste?"
*LeChuck laughed as there was quite a silence following his inquiry*
"Bah, a pox on ye, lame stick-asses"
*LeChuck put the keg under his arm, careful not to spill it, and walked over to the buffet table. Rather unceremoniously, he plopped the keg down on the table, causing the nearby punch bowl to upset and nearly spill all over his pants but he had jumped back at the last second. He glared over the room as he muttered*
"'Tis a damn conspiracy to soil me pants, I say.....woulda been third time today.....Buggers...."
*He grabbed an entire chicken and proceeded to devour it as he drained the keg. Unfortunately, he wasn't exactly full and he wasn't exactly drunk. He simply ate and drank because he still liked the taste. He thoroughly despised not being able to get drunk anymore. It was the one thing that really fucking upset him every damn day.*
*He sauntered over to Zanzibar's position and licked his fingers as he had finished the chicken and dropped the bones on the ground. He burped again as he spoke to Zanzibar*
"So what are we doin' here? Everybody is afraid of me already, I've had my fun. Bah! I can't go killing people...I hope this is worth it..."
At 11/1/04 04:58 PM, Baderact wrote: Zanzibar lit a cigar and sat back in his seat. "To the underbelly of the new world... Haven't been there in nigh 100 years. Lets see what booty we can find." Slowly the cabin of the small vessel filled with a dead smoke and wisps were everywhere.
*LeChuck grunted as he realized he might have to make himself presentable to the "Stick-Asses", as he liked to call them. He muttered to himself about taking his head off and walking around the party with it held in the crook of his arm, while eating and talking to people. As they climbed into the spacecraft LeChuck witnessed Zanzibar light up a cigar. He frequently stole Zanzibar's cigars, and thus had never smoked them in front of him. but he figured if we was going to have to be polite and bloody boring, he might as well start practicing now by saying such vulgar words as "please" and "thank you". He leaned over to Zanzibar*
"Beggin yer pardon, ya moighty kien' sir. May it be pleasin' ye if you could be so eternally graciously amazingly pleasant....and hand me one-a them cigars ya always be smokin' loik a gintleman?"
*Zanzibar snarled as he tossed LeChuck a cigar. LeChuck's eyes lit up as he caught it in his filthy calloused hands*
"Moighty kinda ya, sir! Many thanks from the bottom ah' me scarred, black, dead heart!"
*He placed the cigar in his mouth and shouted*
"Pesto!" *Nothing*
"Oh bloody..."
*He removed the cigar from his mouth*
"PREsto!" *And the cigar was lit. He laughed to himself as he took several puffs, and batted the wisps that Zanzibar was making away from his face with annoyance.*
"Zanz, what's this about revenge? Er somethin' valuable? Booty? Villains? Horny virgins? If only a parta me had stayed aloive......I cry evry day, thinkin' about me dead first mate. E jus' 'angs there, limp as a sock!"
*LeChuck leaned back with a sigh as he put his feet up on the controls of the ship, not really worrying whether he would eject them or anything.*
"God, I wish I could sleep....these trips you love takin' are so bloody long. Can't we warp er somethin'? Didn't that spirit mention something about telapartition er somethin'? I hate these tiny pieces o' crap. I need a deck ta walk! An' a wheel ta spin! Blimey, I'm goin' mad!"
*LeChuck amused himself with taking his hands on and off and putting them on his head and on various parts of the ship, then removing his eyeballs and juggling them along with his tongue. Then he switched his toes with his fingers, then back again, then back again, and finally put it right. He tried to see how fast he could switch and unswitch them.*
*As he was beginning to try and recall the incredibly long list of women (85% whores) he had been with, they arrived. As the ship pulled up to the docking bay LeChuck smiled. Suddenly he turned to Zanzibar, a look of confused anger on his face.*
"Wait a minute....where's me bloody hat?!"
At 11/1/04 02:29 PM, Baderact wrote: Zanzibar came out of the elevator and quickly found LeChuck gullying a man in front of the pub. "LeChuck! Stop your foolery and take these... we have work to do." LeChuck looked up angrily, half-expecting Zanzibar to be fooling around. LeChuck instantly knew that he wasn't. Zanzibar only carried his 12 swords when there was something to be done.
LeChuck put down the man he was running through, sheathed his sword and took the kegs.
*LeChuck grumbled as he hoisted the kegs onto his right shoulder, wiping the bloody cutlass on his pants, then shoving it back through his belt.
"Ye know, I was gettin' some information! It just so happened one scallywag made a comment about me stained shirt. So I killed a couple of 'em. Is that a crime? Ha! Not on arr station!"
*LeChuck looked down to find he still had a throwing dagger stuck in his gut*
"Blimey, sonuva...."
*He reached down and yanked the dagger loose, his flesh healing instantly. His eyes widened as he realized the hilt and handle was encrusted with jewels, and an inlain strip of gold running along either side of the grip. LeChuck whistled.*
"I'll be keepin this fer meself!"
*He shoved the dagger into his shirt, cutting himself deeply in the process, but he didn't even feel it. He had a sizeable bulge in his shirt right next to his right shoulder. He caught up and walked next to Zanzibar and spoke*
"So hey, I see yer got the 12 swords. I h'aint seen ya brandish that much steel since we fought Captain Corey Sheist at in the Indian Ocean back a couple...uh.....oh, hundred years. Remember? Damn, that man could put up a fight"
*LeChucks eyes glistened as he remembered the good ol' days. He missed being in the ocean, feeling the rocking of the waves beneath his feet, the smell of the sea breeze, the caw of the seagulls....the blood on his sword after he had killed 30 men. He laughed. He quickly wiped the smile off his face and became serious again*
"So what's this business? Where we goin', and ta kill who?"
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