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As Matt is speaking with Gattsu in Gattsu's mind, the little boy appears to him outside of Gattsu.
"I wouldn't advise that," He says. "When Gattsu 'clones' hisself, each clone is weaker than the next. They're really more optical illusions. Not to mention since you and I are alike, as in ethereal and immaterial, you can't create copies of a ghost. Otherwise I'd be helpin' these fellows as well."
The boy smiles, "It was a nice thought, though. You seem like a nice kid. You should meet Sirs LeChuck and Zanzibar. They're like you."
The boy smiles one more, then vanishes.

No problem, man. I might be following suit, but on a larger scale.

I MUST get into a certain college, and in order to do so, my grades have to sky rocket. So, this semester, I have to really buckle down. I might not be as active as I normally am, and in that case, I will give Zanzibar full authority to control LeChuck.

If this doesn't happen, nothing changes. Just a warning. My semester begins January 24th aka next week. Wish me luck!

At 1/19/05 11:08 AM, Atomicus wrote: *A small Jovian ship drops out of hyperspace outside of Torgugan teritory. The captain plugs in coordinates for Tortuga and enters impulse. Atomicus Malikus II is on his way, and he sends a message to Tortuga that a "Private Courier for Mortis Malikus is coming"*

*LeChuck chokes and spits up some of the water he is drinking as he receives the comm from the Capt on Deck.*
"Yes yes, let him in. Send a royal escort as well. Bring him to our private sector, Alpha 1-1."
*The man complies, and a royal escort is sent to the border of Tortugan space. The automatic defenses are programmed to ignore the one coming ship, but still continue their endless scans of the area, scanning hundreds of thousands of miles outside their borders, detecting any and all movement. Nearby, the newest weapon was being tested, and still more and more frequencies were being uploaded and adapted to the system.*
*LeChuck and Zanzibar went about their business, waiting for Malikus to arrive, and for -X- to examine his newly arrived equipment.*

At 1/19/05 09:20 AM, -X-Gundam wrote: "Can one of you show me around this place? Sure seems odd to be in these kinds of...whatever it is"

*The watch on his arm beeps*

"The HLV is here..."

*LeChuck grinned wide, clapping his hands together.*
"It'd be my pleasure."
*He notices the watch beeping, just as he receives a communication.*
"Ah........hmmm......well, having informed, we did not vaporize yer suit. Instead we have made contact with the computer onboard, and it seems to know yer here. We let it dock into one of our docking bays. It's there now. Would ye still like that tour, or perhaps you'll be wanting te check out yer equipment?"

At 1/18/05 11:06 AM, DiggerDude wrote: (sry i lost connection last night Dam BT)

Matt possesed the luteniut and shouted "that is not the right code atack him now!" ( the soilders don't know the code) then he took the laser he was armed with and used the beam to cut a hole in the floors above. the parts of the floors fell in the hole which Arcturus was in. they fell on Arcturus and his own soilders jumped in to finish him off.

luteniut = Lieutenant
soilders = soldiers
(Try capitalizing letters after periods, but I'm just a grammar nazi sometimes. Good job spelling his name right. But the point of this....)

DiggerDude, you can't say (the soldiers don't know the code). That is for Arcturus to decide, since they are technically his characters. You can possess the feeble minded ones and maybe have one shoot out a beam and have it hit him, yes. However, you cannot say his soldiers don't do this or don't do that.

Of course, -TheDoctor-, if you have no problem with this, than ignore my words. But my feeling is this may not be what you had in mind.

At 1/15/05 09:36 PM, -X-Gundam wrote: "I dunno who set that crap up...some dictator I guess....I'm also thinking that the bomb already gone off."

"A dictator? Do ye remember what side ye were workin for? I'm sorry lad, but yer situation is most confusin' to me."
*LeChuck suddenly slapped his forehead.*
"Blistering barnacles, where are me manners?! Ye must be tired, or.....something. If ye feel like restin', just say what ye need and it can be provided. Now, ye won't mind if we conduct some tests on ye later, do ye? Nothing that'll cause any physical damage or trauma of any sort. Whenever yer ready, a'course."

"Well it's not a threat it's just programed to trace and follow where ever I go"

*LeChuck scratched his chin*
"Programmed to follow......hmmm. We've dealt with things similar in the past. I'll have the men detain it when we see it, if we do."

*LeChuck grunted as he scratched his arm. He hadn't had to scratch in years. It felt good.*
"Not directly. We don't approve of what the OWCA is doin. That's the Outer Worlds Core Alliance, aka the Corporations. They're fightin' the ECWA, aka the Earth Core Worlds Alliance. The EWCA is havin' some trouble, and the OWCA is just like the Nazis in 1940, in my opinion. They'll do anything to win, even it means destroying an entire peaceful planet."

"OWCA....Nazis......?"

*LeChuck stretched back in his chair, a footrest protruding from the bottom. He kicked his legs up as he munched on some grapes.*
"Yea, Nazis. World War II, back in the 20th century? Ah, I was equatin' the two based on strategy and manuevers, mainly. Although they can be a little more forgiving. Basically, the OWCA and the EWCA are at war b/c the OWCA outgrew the EWCA. The EWCA used to be the older, controlling brother. But the OWCA realized they were self-sustainable, and wanted to break away. Then, they demanded control and power. EWCA refused, and a war began. So far the OWCA, with far more funds and weaponry at their disposal, have hurt the EWCA pretty bad, but the EWCA have had their victories here and there. Right now, a certain Lawrence has joined with the OWCA. Used ta be a friend a' mine.....bloody mindless twit......anyway, they're fightin', an most recently the OWCA has completely annihilated a planet owned by another, much closer friend of mine. So naturally, I dislike the OWCA a whole damn lot. But we are a peaceful kingdom, and as they have not yet attacked us directly, we cannot go to all-out war. Think of us like what Sweden used to be......but a helluva lot bigger, and waaaaay more powerful."

"Like I said it's not a threat but it certainly can be useful in the war."

*LeChuck raised an eyebrow as he puffed on his cigar after finishing the grapes.*
"Well, we certainly appreciate the offer. Now come, ye must want somethin', at least a change of clothes. Cognito here will take you to yer room an make ye comfortable. If ye need anythin', simply tell her, an we'll be there in a flash. See ya then."
*-X- was lead off to a room by Cognito as LeChuck slowly came up next to Zanzibar, watching him leave.*
"Most bizarre" LeChuck muttered, "He's been in that pod not long, but it's as if his memory is completely shot. Did he ever go to school? Who didn't learn about the Nazis?! That's Military History 101, for chrissake. He's not said a thing about himself, neither. A real mystery, that one..."
*Zanzibar simply nodded and smoked his cigar.*

At 1/17/05 02:18 PM, DiggerDude wrote:

how bout i just don't control them i was just saying that just for the record. also ill try to spell the names allright
also i apolguise for being an ass with the posseing thing
thanks for the suport
Matt aka DiggerDude :<)

apolguise = apologize
posseing = possessing
suport = support

I'm sorry, I couldn't help it.

Anytime.

DiggerDude, you have to observe Tacitacial's request. You can't control the Shadow Council, or Malder or Fenning. If you could control them, in theory, you could destroy the OWCA in a matter of posts. And that wouldn't be fun for anyone. Matter of fact, it would really suck.

It would be a little odd if Tacitacial just said "you can't control them", but he gave a viable reason; nanomachines and mechanical implants of various sorts. You have to respect that. We all do. If we didn't respect each other, we wouldn't be working together on this thread.

And your spelling is quite atrocious. I understand you're only 13, and it's great to see such a young mind express interest in the realm of science fiction and fantasy. But the least you could do is spell people's names correctly. They're written out right in front of you.

All in all, don't take this as an insult or anything negative. It is merely a reminder, coupled with constructive criticism. Keep truckin'. We're with you. If you need any help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. Cheers : )

Lysaer aka LeChuck (Arr!)

At 1/14/05 08:56 PM, -X-Gundam wrote: "I was at war. The date was...*scratches head*..was November 21st, 2501. I was sent behind enemy lines during WWIIII...soon after, the N-bomb was set to destroy the whole earth I was knocked out and put in a pod....there was also a enormous HLV (Heavy Lift Vehicle) with some kind of a gigantic humanoid machine they called...*drinks water on table*..Mobile Suit I guess it was? I dunno thats all I remember. Also, I overheard that the HLV containing that Mobile Suit was programmed to follow where I went..It might be close soon.

(I don't know if you read it before, but MS does NOT stand for Mobile Suit. It stands for Matter Solidifier. However, if you are making up something entirely different that also happens to be MS, that's alright. But if you choose an acronym, perhaps something like MSuits or something, so as to not completely confuse the two.)

*LeChuck listens closely as the man relates his story.*
"So, it sounds like ye were either sent back there and helped by someone on the other side, or betrayed, after ye set that bomb. Do ye know if it went off or not?"
*LeChuck clapped his hands together in pleasure as another glass of Jean's wine was brought out. He took it graciously and sipped, still loving every minute of it. He turned his attention back to -X-*
"So anyway, that Mobile Suit might be following ye, yes? Should we consider it to be hostile? Ye should tell me quick, otherwise it won't exist fer much longer."

"I see..Is there a conflict going on between this Tortugan Empire and some other Empire? I kinda heard people talking about it."

*LeChuck grunted as he scratched his arm. He hadn't had to scratch in years. It felt good.*
"Not directly. We don't approve of what the OWCA is doin. That's the Outer Worlds Core Alliance, aka the Corporations. They're fightin' the ECWA, aka the Earth Core Worlds Alliance. The EWCA is havin' some trouble, and the OWCA is just like the Nazis in 1940, in my opinion. They'll do anything to win, even it means destroying an entire peaceful planet."
*LeChuck puffed on his cigar*
"We're not fighting them directly. We've been at peace for some hundred years, and have basically just fortified the hell out of our areas. We haven't had to use military strength to conquer nothing in a long, long time. Our defenses are some of the most advanced in the galaxy. If that Mobile Suit is a threat, you'll be perfectly safe from it here."

At 1/14/05 01:39 AM, -X-Gundam wrote: "No, not at all...Say..What's the date for today?...What is the Tortugan Empire?"

"It's the best damned kingdom in all the universe, especially this galaxy." LeChuck pipes up as he strolls in the room. He stops next to Zanzibar and leans in to whisper.*
"I jsut spoke with Syrus. He's got somethin' you should see. Go see him ASAP."
*Zanzibar nodded and continued talking with Cognito as LeChuck took over the conversation. He grabbed a chair and spun it facing backwards as he assumed an AC Slater (Sorry youngin's, you might not get that) position. He had deftly pickpocketed a cigar from Zanzibar's jacket as he was whispering, and winked at -X- as he lit it, trying to reassure the kid he was perfectly safe and in no danger whatsoever. As long as he kept his cool and didn't try anything stupid.*
"So....." A long trail of smoke came floating out. Zanzibar noticed it and cursed silently at LeChuck. "Ye camed floatin' into our territory in this bizarre, outdated lifepod. Ye try to gain access to one of our ships, which Im sure was just an automatic reaction. But ye didn't count on them takin ye to be hostile. So we fired at ye...sorry bout that, by the way....an ye dodged em, which was qute a bit a luck on yer part. Ye woulda been skewered in 30 different places otherwise. An then we drag ye in here. An from the sound a things, ye know as much about yourself as we do, which ain't much. Oh...ye hungry?"
*LeChuck had noticed the boy looked more or less human, so a large tray with fruits, meats, and water was brought out. It was placed in between the two, and LeChuck grabbed an apple, taking a large bite and savoring it.*
"Mmmmm.....so, let's hear what yer last memories are before ye got frozen in that there pod."

*LeChuck slams his fist down on the table*
"Imbecile! What is he thinking?! Jean'll take his head!"
*He growls and gets up from his seat. He went to grab a keg and paused. He remembered he now had the ability to get drunk. And right now, he did not want to drink. He had quite a sober moment. He shook his head quickly, rubbed his eyes and sighed.*
"Christ, I'm gettin' old..."
*Just then a messenger ran in*
Mess: Sir, we've got Syrus out of the wreckage and on Barr.
*LeChuck's head shot up.*
"Ah, good."
*With that, he was out of the chamber and hurtling through space. Seconds later he was at the door to Syrus's room, and Syrus had already gotten up from his seat and was quietly pacing in front of the window. LeChuck frowned. Syrus did not pace. He paused before entering the room slowly. As he did so he stumbled backwards a moment, his nose flooded with cigarette smoke. He sneezed uncontrollably for a minute, not accustomed to smelling again quite yet. He approached Syrus*
"Syrus, mate...what happened out there."
*Syrus spun with madness in his eyes.*
*Insanity, that's what happened! Something.....something like...hallucinations! But it didn't fully get to me. But then...my past life and...and...Hell, and it all came from nowhere. I bugged....out, totally lost it."
*Syrus sat down and produced a cigarette. LeChuck hadn't noticed before, but there were about 40 butts on the ground. LeChuck felt around for a cigar and forget he was sleeveless. He cursed again and bummed a cigarette from Syrus. The two smoked silently for minutes. LeChuck knew when not to disturb his old friends silent moments, especially when he was smoking. This many butts meant Syrus was thinking hard.*
*Syrus turned around in his chair quickly.*
"Okay....okay.......So Arcturus is fucking with those ruins and tablets, which he SHOULDN'T be, but we can't exactly just stop him. He has to know....He has to know what he's dealing with. Now, these....alien hallucinations. LeChuck, I need to show you what I saw. I recorded it all. The chamber....it was horrific. It was almost like the gates to Hell."
*LeChuck's eyes went wide. From the stories he had heard, and Syrus was not one to exaggerate, this must've been quite a site. LeChuck shrugged*
"So what do we do? Go in there an ge---"
*Syrus grabbed his arm*
"No! NoNoNo! No one must ever go in there again! I sealed the place with spells and physical wreckage. I spent days there, LeChuck, DAYS just building the spells. No mere mortal, or immortal for that matter, can get in there now. Although I doubt anyone will be going in there again, as there was already...well......I'll show you."
*Syrus removed the chip from his suit, which he was still wearing. He placed it in a machine that produced a crystal-clear projection of everything Syrus had seen. LeChuck watched in amazement as he re-lived everything Syrus had seen. He watched the lasers, and the feed abruptly cut short when Syrus had spasmed and unleashed Hellfire. Syrus retrieved the tape.*
"After that I retrieve the cannonballs and go to leave. And as I reached the entrance....well.....that's when it struck me. Like a kick to the nuts."
*LeChuck sighed. He was about to say something when he got a message from Zanzibar. He stood still as he listened, then grunted.*
"They opened that pod, an' there was a kid inside. A god damned kid. Today is turning out to be the weirdest day in centuries, an' thats saying a lot!"
*LeChuck left Syrus to his thoughts as he sped off towards the section -X- was being held in, which was still under 25 hour watch.*

At 1/13/05 03:51 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: *Lawrence points meaningfully at the hologram*
You can fight the OWCA but I am nothing to you. Just another of their generals now. You don't know me, and I don't know you.

*LeChuck's face turns deathly serious. He is silent for a moment, unmoving, unblinking.*
"Ye don't wanna do this, mate. I don't know why your becomin' an OWCA lapdog. Yer better then them, Lawrence, and you know it! They killed millions of innocents! Turned Jean's peacful planet into a toxic wasteland! Do you want to participate in that? If ye do, then you are truly dead to me. Besides kidnapping my friends daughter, I know yer a better man. Don't let them turn ye into a monster, Lawrence. You know how to find us."
*For a minute the holograph seems like it is going to go off, but suddenly LeChuck's giant, moldy face takes up the entire visual.*
"But if I find myself on the other end of the battlefield from you," LeChuck snarls,"I won't hesitate to blast ye into oblivion an back."
*The hologram shimmers off. The messenger calmly places the device back in it's case, closes it and locks it. He looks Lawrence in the eyes.*
"I haven't seen Sir so mad in centuries. I pray for you that you don't end up against him someday."
*The messenger turned and walked back to his ship. He got in and flew out of the Inquisitor back to the Tortugan fleet.*

At 1/13/05 03:12 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: *Lawrence is slightly surprised*
LeChuck, the last time I saw you was back in the days of the SCA.
She will be safe, for the time being. Please don't try to follow this up. I have tried to make Jean do things the right way, but so far he refuses to make the logical choices.
*Lawrence's face bacomes grave, all of a sudden his vast age begins to show*
Listen, you owe me a very great debt. Without me you could very well be dead by now, let alone have the systems you control.
So I ask you, don't challenge the corporations. They are far too powerful to be offended. Even with your ships and soldiers, they can match every one of them with at least twenty of theirs. If you ally yourselves with the ECWA then you will stand a fighting chance. But please, the galaxy needs people like you and Jean. Don't waste that.

*LeChuck has no emotion in his face.*
"I hear yer words, Lawrence, and I acknoledge 'em. Ye did help us in a bargain when the SCA fell, I never said ye didn't. What we have amassed since then, ye played no hand in. Ye've been gone fer years, lookin' fer ruins an artifacts. But that's beside the point."
*The holograph shimmers for a moment, but quickly returns to clarity*
"Ye speak of asking Jean to do the right thing, when you've done the most wrong thing of any of us, even worse tha Arcturus. Ye kidnapped his daughter, man! What were ya thinking? I know we've known each other a long time, Lawrence, and I never held no ill will against ye. But now ye crossed the line, man. I'll say it again: Where is Josephine?"

*The envoy becomes visibly annoyed.*
"Despite your rude behavior and inhospitable treatment of a person that has showed you no hostitlity whatsoever, I am being told it is fine for me to proceed with the meeting as is."
*The messenger opened his small case and produced what appeared to be a coin, no larger then a nickel. He placed it in the palm of his hand and extended it in between the two men. A moment later a holographic picture of LeChuck's old body appeared, complete with moldy skin and beard. He began speaking.*
"So, I see ye've been quite rude to our envoy. I'm not surprised. Anyway, what have ye done with Josephine?"

*The envoy glances around the docking bay, and then returns his gaze to Lawrence*
"My superiors have expressed a desire that this meeting be held in private quarters. And when I say 'private', that also means devoid of any and all recording devices, magical and/or mechanical. Might we relocate to such a place?"

*A small transport arrives in the docking bay of Lusankya, and the messenger disembarks, carrying a small briefcase with him. He spots Lawrence and approaches him.*
"Good day, sir. I believe we have some business to attend to."

(No, MS = Matter Solidifiers. As long as matter exists aka forever, it has unlimited ammo with no problems. Size and shape of projectiles vary due to settings. It could send hundred or 6, or 1.)

*LeChuck 'hmphs' as the pod is pulled into the Royal Hospital on Barr. He was not so content to let any olf floating piece of junk into their special hospital, and immediately ordered it to be on 25 hour watch (special code for security measure). The standard anti-magic fields and force-fields, and also a newer form of shielding, which LeChuck was eager to test. It was based on Jean's work with harmonics, which they were able to gain acces to via Jean's disc. His data and research was quickly becoming invaluable to the Kingdom. The newer shield was based on frequencies, and it was inter-changeable. Everything in existence had a frequency. Meaning, the shields were programmed with different frequencies from anything and everything, and it automatically created it's anti-thesis, making whatever it was repelled instantly. Again, thanks to the harmonics, the power source for it was infinite, meaning no more cursed shield generators. Of course, it was still in testing, but they had already programmed over 60,000 different forms of weapons and projectiles. The testing was going nicely.*
*LeChuck was in the middle of teaching his Historic Victories class when he was interrupted by a messenger. To the delight of the students, LeChuck burst into an orchestra of curses, bending his titanium pointer in his hand, and throwing it into the corner, where about 30 other bent titanium pointers lay. He gave the class a pop quiz and walked outside, closing the door behind him.*
Mess: Sir, we've got reports that the biggest Corporate Facility in the Mente Barrier is on lockdown.
*LeChuck's ears pricked up*
"Lockdown?"
Mess: Yes sir! Something must be going on there. It's truly bizarre. One minute there was a power surge, next minute their shields went down! Now they're back up, but it looks like chaos over there!
*LeChuck told the man to teach the rest of the class, only 20 minutes, and better not screw up less he be demoted. He was off in a blink of an eye to the bridge, and was there a moment later.*
"Gimme the status."
*Some of the sailors desparately looked around, confused as to what to do. But the Captain on Deck calmly reported the situation.*
Capt: Nothing has changed since I sent that messenger, sir. They're still on complete lockdown, and now they've even got a perimeter guard set up. It's triple what they normally put out, and that's when they're on high alert. They must have somebody really imp-
*LeChuck slapped his forehead, his eyes shooting wide*
"Holy crap in'a pita!"
*He slapped his hand to his leg, effectively activating his crystal.*
Zanzibar! Josephine is not with Lawrence! I repeat, SHES NOT WITH HIM! She's in a Corporate Facility in the Mente Barrier, and they've got the entire facility on lockdown! Shite!
*LeChuck quickly cut off that message and sent one to Jean*
Jean! Yer daughter is NOT with Lawrence or his cronies! She's in a Corporate Facility in the Mente Barrier that's on lockdown! I'm sorry mate, but we can't send a measly 4 cruisers into the biggest warzone in the universe to rescue her. We'd need to send half our fleet, and we can't afford to seem like we're attacking the OWCA AND the EWCA. We will gladly send you, and Ryder if he's willin, into there in a specialized Jyeet Dart that obliterates upon your ejection. But we can't attack em, mate. I'm sorry to the deepest. We'll keep ya updated.

*The small armada surrounding Lawrence's ship/s comes out of battle formation into a more relaxed formation. The Captain on the Buccaneer contacts Lusankya.
*Ahoy, Lusankya. This is Captain Picard (I couldnt resist) of the Buccaneer, representing the Kingdom of the Northern and Western Universe. We mean you no harm. We wish to send an envoy to have a discussion in person. He'll be bringing some holographic equipment that is not a weapon, so kindly do not destroy it. You may, if you so wish, hold it until he must use it. It will be in a small briefcase. Awaiting your response.*
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*Syrus comes blasting out of hyperspace into Tortugan air space, and instantly millions of guns are trained upon his movement, requesting an access code that he has a mere 2 seconds to input. Syrus quickly belts it out and requests assistance with bogeys. The computer does not comply, as it does not sense any enemies present. Syrus is barking at the computer to assist him with enemies on his tail. The computer repeatedly informs him negative: it does not sense any enemies in his area within 5,000 miles. Syrus screams, and crashes his ship into Pluto IV. The computer automatically scans the entire area of Tortugan airspace(which is frikkin huge), and again detects no enemies. A rescue squad is immediately dispatched to pick up Syrus.*

(Well you couldn't fit anything but more than 2 people in a Jyeet Dart, so you must mean another ship, which means...)

*The small pod crackles as it impacts with the shields ships. It bounces off and spins wildly off in a random direction. The ship it had attempted to infiltrate was a border patrol ship, built for firepower. Lasers and 20 MS's are aimed at it and open fire. Uncountable lasers and 60 (they split into three, kind of like triple shot) 6 foot spikes hurtle through space at the small pod*

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*LeChuck grunts. The small intrusion reported by the pod is of no consequence. It has already been identified as not a bomb, so it was of no consequence. Unless it was some completely bizarre, unknown alien product, they had little to fear. He bade the men go about their business and use their own discretion in dealing with the pod, but to keep him updated in the event of anything particularly unusual happening. He gets up and heads off to a large classroom, for he is already 15 minutes late for his Dogfight Tactics Class 201 at the Academy.*
*The Academy had now begun offering classes to all students. It was no longer a secret in the Universe, and it graduated some 200,000 soldiers a year. While he was waiting for the elevator to take him down, he was approached by a messenger.*
Mess: Sir, we've received word from Syrus. He's found some really disturbing stuff.
*LeChuck sighed. Syrus had seen men disemboweled slowly over 120 hours, and he didn't find that disturbing. No doubt this boy found whatever Syrus had found to be "really disturbing".*
"Yea yea. Report here and now or give me something written, I'm late."
*The messenger began his report....*

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*Syrus stood in awe. This was, without a doubt, one of the most disturbing things he had seen, in this plane of existence. Nothing compared to Hell, but this was almost on par.*
*The tunnel had been nearly 3 miles long and deep, littered with small alcoves and hives along the way, which had obviously housed guards or defenses of some kind. Whatever they had been, they were not here at the moment. But from the warmth he sensed from some of the rock, they had not been gone long, and were possibly returning.*
*He had hurried on his way, and when he had reached the cavern, he stopped short. In the pitch blackness, his jaw dropped. In front of him was a massive underground chamber, and the stench of death was overwhelming. Bodies strewn everywhere, not a single one complete. Heads, torsos, limbs, eyes, teeth, bones.....everywhere. Hanging from ceilings, stuck on walls, in ditches. This had been a slaughterhouse. Judging from the smell, these bodies were dead and.....torn asunder long ago. Syrus walked through the killing fields, no stranger to walking on guts and entrails. There was blood everywhere, but Syrus frowned as he could not sense any other sign of discernable life that had been present. Syrus checked a helmet. It had OWCA markings. These soldiers hadn't done this to themselves....*
*As Syrus continued walking several lasers came firing from the walls. He was quick to react, but quickly became alarmed as he dove in one direction and was hit. The laser blast careened off his suit, but the jar of the hit was still slightly felt. Within a matter of minutes he had disabled all the cannons, and had set-off several wall, floor, and ceiling mines in the process. He would've broken a sweat. 750 cannons lay smoldering, and scattered triggering devices of 300 mines. This place was a deathtrap.*
*Syrus gave up on stealth and plunged on into the cavern. More and more lasers began firing upon him, as mines exploded to his left and right, up and down. He gritted his teeth as he noticed the level of decorative carnage was lessening. He finally made it to a section of ground where there was no blood; quite an anomaly. His temper went off, and he screamed as all the cannons in the area exploded in a burst of Hellfire. He quickly stabilized himself, and spotted the artifact in a corner, practically gathering dust.*
*A little wary as to what might happen when he retrieved it, he bent down and quickly snatched up the satchel, containing God only knew what. It was heavier than he had expected, and he peered inside to find 5 cannon balls, and inscribed with runes. He smiled as placed a hand on the bag and focused. The metal of the suit melted over the breakable bag, rendering it invulnerable to lasers and most projectiles as well. This would ensure he didn't drop anything on his way back. He turned and dashed back out of the cavern to the tune of more mines going off and lasers blasting every which way.*

*LeChuck slaps Jean on the back.*
"Thas the spirit. Oh, almost forgot..."
*LeChuck reaches into his pocket and withdraws a crystal.*
"Can't believe we never gave ye one'a these. You know how it works. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Good luck, Jean. When we return we'll turn our attention to getting Josephine back. We have to leave, but you take as much time as ye need."
*Jean simply nodded as LeChuck and Zanzibar left him in his lab. LeChuck had pocketed the disc Jean had given him with the latest claw-like technology, along with his other secrets. He commed their Head Technician, and he handed the disc off to him with orders to begin production of all advanced techonology on the disc, and to integrate it with all the Kingdom systems.*
*The two men set off in their royal transport, a small sleek ship fitted with the newest cloaking technology made available by the Jyeets, who had remained a close ally throughout the years. With only enough room for the two of them and a crew of 5, the ship blasted off into hyper space and headed towards Mortis on Jovia II.*

(Hehe, yes boy....come to the undead side......with our teachings you shall become stronger than ever before. And then, on the day when you strike us down, you shall become all-powerful! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!)

That part with the emperor is dope. Yea, be a ghost and do whatever you want, man.

X-Gundam, he's not uber. Everyone has a weakness. It gets revealed over time. Let him learn as he goes. If he does something ridiculous, someone will say something. Otherwise, I see no problem with a character that is invulnerable to physical attacks. He would be susceptible to magic. Zanzibar and myself are similar. I'm practically invulnerable to all physical attacks, being undead. However, I get blown up and set on fire and zapped and affected.

I say just work on your ghost character and thing'sll be cool. If anyone has any final say about anything in this thread, it's -TheDoctor-, as it's creator. He'll make any final calls.

And btw, I love the name Matt. Nice choice ; )

*LeChuck and Zanzibar's conversation was interrupted by a sailor.*
"Sirs! We just spotted the fleeing ship briefly on our radar. For some reason, it dropped out of hyperspace, but then almost immediately returned."
"Where did it drop out?"
*The sailor checked his charts* "Near Quadrant 478-RT"
"Well, send our fleet that was out there to there! Hopefully they'll drop-out again and we can continue tracking them."

*LeChuck snorted*
"About as well as I'd be takin' yer mother to prom"
*LeChuck grinned and dashed of to inform Jean*

At 1/10/05 11:34 AM, Baderact wrote: "I think, once this ordeal with recovering Josephine is over, we should pay a visit to Mortis ourselves. We can leave our system's in the care of Jean and Ryder's wisdom. For a matter of time. Agreed?"

*LeChuck moved to scratch his beard out of habit, and remembered that he did not only not have a beard, but he could never grow one. He cursed silently as he rubbed his bald head.*
"Aye, agreed."
*LeChuck walked past Zanzibar and out the door, calling back as he left.*
"You know where to find me when yer all done."

*LeChuck sat alone after Jean and Zanzibar had gone off to their own business. He reached over and picked up the disc Jean had left behind. He juggled it through his fingers as he sipped more wine, beginning to get a slight buzz. He practically giggled as he placed the disc deftly into his sleeve (he had donned a shirt, as he was not as accustomed to being bare-chested as Zeus had been).*
*He got up with a hearty sigh and walked out of the room. He makes his way to the deck and finds Zanzibar just ending a communication with Jabitha's ship. He shouts, startling the crew. As Zanzibar slowly turns around LeChuck stands right in front of him, grinning.*
"Ye know, it's extremely bizarre lookin' down on ye, now. But I must say, I do enjoy it."
*Zanzibar walked past him without saying a word. LeChuck ignored it.*
"Oh, and did ye hear? We got a Jovian on his way here, sent by Mortis. An we need to be makin' another personal visit. Ill gladly go alone if yer tied up. Somethin' tells me things are getting fishy there, is Mortis can't bo by himself no more."

At 1/6/05 05:13 AM, stafffighter wrote: Forgive me for speaking out of turn. But I would not ask you to be the cannon fodder before my cause. No one who values a friend and thus deserves a friend would. But history is full of examples of one man taking a stand and then becoming many. That will happen, although I do not hold the naivete to think I will come out unscathed. The American revolution was almost lost by forces thinking that the honor of combat was mearly in lineing up musket to musket. I have, more complicated plans. I was formerly a covert agent.
This all of course means I am free at the moment to aid you in an causes or methods you can see use for me.

*LeChuck grunted*
"I'm enjoyin' my new body a good deal, thank ye. I'm not too pleased I shrunk like an old lady in a bathtub, though. But what's done is done."
*LeChuck leaned in, his ears having perked up after he heard Jean recite military history.*
"Ah yes, the American Revolution. Almost a millenia ago...that was some good fightin' from America. The damn English were too stuck up an' proud to go sneakin through the bushes, an they paid the price for it. So if there's one thing that they taught us, it's that stealth and guerilla tactics can conquer greater numbers in almost any case, indeed."
*LeChuck sipped his wine and nodded again in approval.*
"So yer planning some espionage, eh? Well, while I do share my esteemed colleagues desires in that we not endanger our people here by directly entering this conflict, I have no problem with continuing assistance and aid to you and your people. We could adequately defend ourselves should the need arise. After all, the best offense is a strong defense."
*LeChuck turned and smiled coyly at Zanzibar. Zanzibar waved the comment off and moved to pour himself a glass of wine. LeChuck continued.*
"But we would still lose lives in the process, which we intend on avoiding. So let's just relax for now and perhaps let you focus on relocating your people to somewhere within our system. They may live anywhere they choose, or whereever you choose, if it's like that. I would not recommend the Blackbeard system. We named it adequately. It's quite bad there, worse than Tortuga ever was even during the SCA conflict. But perhaps some of the more uninhabited, recently acquired planets, such as one of the planets in the Jurt system?"
*LeChuck moved the wine bottle as a tiny needle protruded itself from the center of the table, and immediately a large holographic image was displayed in front of them. It showed 7 planets, 5 lush and green. The other two appeared to be moons.*
"Let us know whenever. And, as for using you, which we thank you kindly for the offer....I don't believe we have any assignments that are not already being taken care of. You just concentrate on whatever it is you feel you need to.....concentrate on."

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*Syrus approached the purple mountain with caution. So far he had not encountered any sign of activity what so ever. It was as if nothing had ever been there. But something had to have been there. The artifacts were only recently relocated here. Someone, or something, was hiding them, as well as themselves. Any creature that chose to take and relocate these artifacts knew enough to know they weren't just crap, and would most likely be guarding them.*
*Syrus noticed a cave entrance at the base of the mountain. He inspected the edges. He could tell this cave had been dug, manually, by something with either a powerful pickaxe, or powerful pickaxe-like appendages. He shrugged, not so worried about what might happen to him. He began the walk down into the dark cave. Being able to see in the dark had it's advantages.*

*Syrus touched down on the planet. It was a lush jungle planet, filled with scurrying Ewoks....

just kidding

*Syrus touched down on the planet. He left his ship and walked out onto the soft, gel-like ground. He established an idea of where the artifact lay on the planet and set out towards a large purple mountain with a glowing blue top.*

*LeChuck's ears pricked up at the mention of delicious wines. He licked his lips.*
"Good wine, you say? Inebriation? By all means, lead the way."
*LeChuck followed Jean back to his quarters. LeChuck mentioned they might rest in the courtyard and enjoy a nice view of the stars. Jean's apartment had a balcony, so to speak. It was a deck with chairs and flowers and tables, even a fountain. But the plants grew without sunlight, due to hyper-evolved nutrients of Zanzibar's design, and the chamber was covered in a glass-like substance, always clean without a smudge, yet so much harder then normal glass. Almost metallic. Jean informed a servant where he might find the wine. LeChuck brought out two glasses, and the men sat at the table, enjoying the galaxy, as the servant appeared moments later with a bottle and three glasses.*
"Zanzibar should be joining us shortly, that little blue freak."
*LeChuck smiled as he pinched himself repeatedly, doing so unconsciously. He had not felt any sensation whatsoever in his body for almost a millenia. Pinching felt oddly good. LeChuck deftly poured them each a glass and sighed. Suddenly he made an odd motion with his arm and wrist. He paused as he looked down to his arm. He cursed as he finished pouring them a glass each.*
"I'm so use to having cigars stored inside my sleeves. being completely barechested is not a habit of mine, even with such a superb body."
*LeChuck grinned as he put the bottle down and called one of the servants over, and told him to go to their private stock of cigars.*
"Bring three of Zanzibar's private S-Class stock. Not the one in the red container. If ye touch that box, you'll lose your sight and yer mind as ye slowly rot. Instead, open the blue one. The combination is 4782649385."
*The servant nodded and ran off. LeChuck raised his glass.*
"Here's to a fine alliance and a strong friendship."
*The two men drank the wine. LeChuck whistled.*
"Damn......that is good. So Jean," he placed his glass down on the table and sat up straight. "What are ye plans concerning the OWCA?"

*LeChuck slowly opened his eyes. He looked around the room and finally focused on Zanzibar. His face spread into a grin as he looked down to examine his arms; not rotting and covered in glorious pink flesh. LeChuck laughed out loud as he calmly ripped his arms and legs from the multiple shackles that held him, and he walked towards Zanzibar with a grin. However, his face slowly turned to one of confusion. He looked himself up and down, and then Zanzibar.*
"What gives?! I should be towering over ye!"
*LeChuck quickly ran to a mirror in the room. As he saw himself, he stamped his foot and threw his head back.*
"SONUVABITCH!!!"
*He screamed again and stomped back to Zanzibar, pointing an accusatory finger.*
"What did ye do?! Why the hell am I...."
*Another slow realization came over him. Slowly he smiled again.*
"....your same height. Hehe...not so bad after all, I suppose."
*He laughed as he walked over to the table with the folded black cloth. He opened it and removed his crystal. He reached across the table and grabbed a scalpel. Without hesitation he plunged the scalpel into his leg and began cutting a hole. His leg buckled slightly and his eyes bulged for a moment.*
"Whew....that stung. I love it"
*He finally shoved the crystal in deep after a sufficient amount had been cut out. He hmmed for a moment, and as a test, grabbed the pulpy flesh he had cut out and threw it across the room. He placed the scalpel back on the table, and watched with delight as the flesh came hurtling across the room and sealed itself back into his leg.*
"Gorgeous..." He muttered.
*He quickly zoomed out of the room through the walls. He returned moments later with a keg. He grinned as Zanzibar frowned.*
"Yea, I'm gonna get, um...drunk...while I watch."
"Not too drunk. You still have to aid me in my transformation."
*LeChuck winked*
"Don' worry mate. Ill be sober as a bird."

At 1/4/05 12:48 PM, Baderact wrote: "So, you may either stay here and rest, or you may come with us and veiw a very gruesome but important operation. The choice is yours."

*LeChuck grinned and raised his eyebrows up and down, indicating excitement.*
"It'll be fun"

*Without even looking at the money LeChuck practically interrupts the man.*
"We don't need your blood money and we don't want whatever you might give us."
*He leans back and kicks his feet up on the table.*
"Furthermore, not that it matters, but our artifacts are somewhat unrelated to what you are searching for. Granted, some may be similar, but they both serve different purposes. We don't care about an Authority or Avatars or any of that. Quite frankly, Arcturus is meddling with powers he should not be meddling with. He's in over his head. But he's not one to listen to reason."
*He puts his feet down and leans slightly forward.*
"And unless they've been keeping you in a locked cell for the past few days, you've recently attacked a friend of of ours. Not an ally. A friend. The fact that you have even been sent here says one thing about you. Do you know what that is, sirs?"
*LeChuck coughs a little as rubs his hands together.*
"It means that you're expendable. I don't like you. I doubt your superiors like me. Your lives are worthless to them, and are worth even less to us. This is a waste of my time."
*In a flash the two men have no heads and LeChuck's cutlass is back in it's scabbard, fresh blood on the blade. He grunts and gets up to leave as several droids enter the room to clean up. As LeChuck approaches Zanzibar, who had not even moved from where LeChuck had left him, Zanzibar seems surprised.*
"What happened? That meeting was 2 minutes long."
"Arcturus is one helluva pompous ass." LeChuck grunted. "Those two are gone. Permanently."
*Zanzibar rolled his eyes and sighed as he continued giving orders to make Jean and his people all the more comfortable.*