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*LeChuck receives Zanzibar's message about escaping, and he grins as he realizes how it would be simple at first.*
Don't worry mate. We'll have no problem gettin' the ships together and runnin' again. It's gettin out of here I see as the main problem. But we have certain advantages. First, if Farlander has tried to use any of our electronics or machinery in his own workin's, he's done us a favor. We'll be repairing ourselves while hurtin' him. Second, if what my maps are tellin' me are correct, we're fuckin' miles in the earth, which is just damn confusin'. I can't imagine where they have a door large enough to bring in my ship on Earth. It would have to be huge, since Devil's Plague is one gigantic ship. So we should fin' that door. But hey, if anythin', we'll take a large chunk of Earth with us as we go. Then you an I can just get out of here an', well......start from scratch, I guess.
*He paused a moment as he thought to himself what the wisest plan of action would be.*
Okay, I'm turnin' some ideas around in me head. Fer now, let's send Syrus out. From what I'm understandin', he's been upgraded.

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*Syrus sat brooding in the bridge of King's Ransom. He was very disturbed. When Ryder approached him to discuss plans of attack, Syrus growled and warned him away. Ryder left confused. No one else could begin to understand what was troubling Syrus.*
I was so close......what was it on that ship?

*LeChuck is pushed back by the blast. He falls on his ass, but is quickly back to his feet as he rushes to where Farlander was. He looks around in desperation.*
"Is he dead? He's not dead, is he?"
*He can't find Farlander's body anywhere. He throws his cutlass to the ground and throws a miniature tantrum. Moments later he is beside Zanzibar.*
"Fuckin' bastard! Went an' killed himself. What a jerk. Mortis is okay, luckily. Although I think almost half the remaining Jovians died in that blast. Wasn't there another one? Hannibal, er somethin'?"
*LeChuck licked his lips as he scanned the battlefield.*
"Is he around? Oh! And Mattox, that little runt.."
*He quickly remembers why he came.*
"Right. So come on, get us out of here! I wanna go back, get our ships back an' get back on Tortuga. Earth is gonna have some answerin' te do...."

At 12/8/04 04:01 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: *Jean's lightning crackles off Farlander, giving him no more than a slight shock. He switches his pistols to gauss fire and shoots one shot into both Jean and LeChuck, shifting his position so that his guns point at Mortis and Syrus he fires again, alternating between targets*

*The bullet hit LeChuck and impacted but failed to penetrate. He reached down and pried the squashed slug from his stomach. He looked at it a moment before popping it in his mouth, chewing it and swallowing it.*
"Tha's what I think a' yer pathetic guns."
*Meanwhile, Mortis had just deflected the bullet with his staff, and Syrus took the bullet as it passed through him. Mortis tells all Jovian warriors to stand down. But if Farlander tried to escape, orders were kill at all costs.*
*Syrus reached behind him, and from his back he withdrew a long, gnarled wooden staff. The wood was all black, somewhat shiny. At the top was a slight trident, almost like a pitchfork. Syrus spun it around as he leapt to meet Farlander's bullet.*
"Something I borrowed from the boys downstairs."
*He unleashed a wave of fire that was not born of any magic. This was plain and simple fire, like gasoline and a match. Farlander's clothes burst into flames, and he received some burns himself, although those would heal. The flames still pushed him back. LeChuck came circling around and stood adjacent to Farlander, 20 feet away. He raised both hands above him and brought them slamming down into the ground to cause the earth the shake for a moment. Seconds later jagged rocks came firing up from the ground into Farlander.*
*Zanzibar watched all this and contemplated their departure, and how to leave Farlander behind in the process...*

At 12/8/04 02:28 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote:

*Farlander blocks, and throws the attack to the side with his right pistol, shooting LeChuck in the side of the head with his left as the pirate is pushed to the side*

*LeChuck spins as quickly as he was pushed away to come behind Farlander. He punches his cutlass through Farlander and brings it slicing up to his collar bone. He pauses, savoring the moment that he knew would come again. For now, he took pleasure in carving up his foe, who he knew wouldn't die from such an attack. Still, it brought him satisfaction to carve him like a christmas goose.*
*LeChuck pulled the blade out and brought his foot spinning from behind him to meet Farlander's ribs. The blow crushes all of them on the right side, sending Farlander flying towards the Jovians that were surrounding them. Jean, having anticipated Farlander's direction, quickly shot out a blast of lightning that sent Farlander travelling upwards instantly. LeChuck grunted as he squatted and leapt high up into the air to meet Farlander at the peak of his ascent*

*LeChuck smiles*
"Okey dokey"
*He rushes in at Farlander with a slash at his neck*

*LeChuck draws his cutlass as he stands behind Farlander, opposite Jean, with Farlander in between them.*
"Yea Farlie, quit with the toys an' let's fight old school."
*The Jovians slowly back away, understanding that this was not just a random brawl. They form a large circle around the 3. Syrus slowly comes down from the mountain and hovers beside LeChuck.*
"Mind if I join in?"

*LeChuck falls down laughing at Jean's statement.*
"I couldn't agree with ye more!"
*LeChuck joins Jean in stopping Farlander's grenades, but instead of using magic for stopping them, LeChuck is catching them and eating them, letting them explode in his stomach. As Farlander continues throwing grenades, LeChuck quickly catches two and races up beside Farlander. Grabbing the two and placing them in front of his gut, he slams full-body forward into Farlander, immediately wrapping his arms around the man into a bear hug. He squeezed and snapped Farlander's spine like a chopstick.*
"This should slow ye down"
*The two grenades explode, blowing Farlander's torso to smithereens. He examines the smoking hole in his shirt. He picks a piece of metal out of his belly and throws it to the ground.*
"How'd that feel?"

*LeChuck is beside the two in an instant*
"Yea. The plan is to fucking die"
*He grabs Farlander's head and crushes it to a bloody pulp. He turns to Mattox.*
"Go away"
*He punches him in the chest and sends him flying far, far away. LeChuck knows he'll be back soon, but for now he would deal with Farlander. He whips out his cutlass and in a blink of an eye he has cut of Farlanders arms. He steps back as Farlander slowly repairs himself*
"Now ye say ye wanted to die? Perfect. Cuz I want te be killin' ye"

Disregard that last post, actually

*What Navcom thinks it has found turns out to be a dud. Luckily, before it transported the Captain into oblivion it paused. It retraced it's steps to try again*

*LeChuck and Zanzibar returned to their bodies. LeChuck cursed*
"Stupid Farlander. He's gonna destroy everything. What a bloody idiot...."
*Zanzibar was smiling smugly to himself. LeChuck was not in the mood for subtle jokes.*
"Well what the hell is it?!"
"While we were rerouting Navcom's probes and preparing the backlash, I took the time to set a little trap. More like an infinite diversion."
*LeChuck perked up at the mention of this* "Oh did ye now?"
"Yes, yes I did. You see, we have nothing to worry about now. Navcom will never find us. I took the time to create a series of loopholes, that would spawn more loopholes, that would spawn more, and so on. Navcom will probe for us, and it will find us. Or so it will think. It will find a dud. When it finds that dud, 10 more will spring forward. When it finds one more dud, 100 more will spawn. Navcom will be searching for this world for eternity, and it will never find it."
*LeChuck laughed*
"Right-o! Thats magnificent! This calls for a toast!"
*LeChuck looked around and couldn't find a keg. He shrugged* "Fer just us two, then"
*Two glasses of beer appeared, one for each of them. The two raised their glasses, and LeChuck toasted.*
"To Farlander and his eternally fucked computer"

*LeChuck let out a low growl as he gnashed his teeth together and his upper lip twitched.*
"Allright. Yer friends on Earth are gonna pay."
*LeChuck leaped back up to the mountain side where Zanzibar sat waiting.*
"Enough games. We end this bullshit now."
*Zanzibar was about to protest when LeChuck explained his and Farlander's brief conversation. He slowly nodded.*
"Allright. Let's do it then."
*The two entered a trance-like state, one in which they were both unaware of their surroundings yet fully aware of everything intangible in this world. The spirits and souls of the dead soldiers were floating around, far outnumbering the living. LeChuck and Zanzibar sought out the area at which Navcom was probing with a passion. They waited for it to strike again, and they made to connect to it, giving it the impression it had penetrated the world. Instead, Navcom was merely loopholed to itself, through which the two fed data that made sense to those on the other side, and deceived Navcom. When it was fully prepared, and the Captain began to read from the tome, Zanzibar and LeChuck were ready. The spell the Captain was reading began to form, but instead of forming a gateway into this world, it was slowly building up an opposite gateway that Zanzibar and LeChuck were holding back. As the Captain continued to incant, and Navcom continued to feed energy into the faux-gate, the two held their loophole in tact. All the power that was being supposedly put into a gate was being used to fuel a weapon of Navcom's own design: itself. With any normal computer they would've unleashed the retained power and fried all the computers already. But Navcom and these fools were to be made an example of.*
*The power grew and grew and grew, until Navcom finally believed the gate was prepared to be opened. When the Captain finished the final incantation, however, something completely the opposite happened.*
*A backlash of untold power was unleashed upon Navcom and all electronics linked to Navcom. The surge was immense. It was akin to unleashing a fire hose against a tea cup. The sheer force of Navcom's complete power, combined with some of Zanzibar and LeChuck's ghost signature was returned. Navcom completely overloaded and the explosion was large. All computer systems on Earth shorted out and exploded. Microwaves, televisions: even the Rogue AI in the lower levels. All were affected, none were untouched.*
*Earth had been sent back into the dark ages*

*Ryder's destroyed body again regenerates itself, taking a little more time this time, but eventually fully healed. He reached out and brought the polearm back into his hand, in one piece again. He leapt and landed in front of Farlander.*
"Stop. Listen, all your men are dead. There are maybe 50 more, and still tens of thousands more Jovians. You can't win by numbers anymore. Surrender and we might let you leave here alive."

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*LeChuck frowned as he watched the scene below.*
"Hello, whats tha--"
*Suddenly his head shot upwards. Something was attempting entry into the world. LeChuck's face would've been drained of blood if he had any. He suddenly roared and leapt off the cliff, far, far down and away to come crashing down in front of Farlander, with Ryder now behind him. He stood and looked Farlander dead in the eye.*
"Farlander! Listen good and listen hard, mate, for I'm only sayin' this once. You've got some friends outside with some neat toys, and they're tryin' to get in here. Yer Navcom is neat, but it don't have a soul, so it's highly unlikely. However, were it to keep trying several million more times, it might be successful. And if that thing were to break through here, everyone in here would be sucked into oblivion. Nothing would make it out alive. Not even the air. So call yer dogs off now before we send them back a reply that they will certainly not survive!"

"I swear, if ye wasn't dead already" LeChuck grumbled. He put Jean down on the ground behind Zanzibar, and Jean's wounds were already almost completely healed as he began to slowly come to. LeChuck ignored the man and walked over to Zanzibar. Moments later Syrus appeared next to them. LeChuck nearly fell off the cliff at the sight of a "living" Syrus.*
"Ee gads man! Wha' happened to yer face?!"
*Syrus laughed and clapped LeChuck on the back*
"Why, I got it back, you ugly sonuva bitch! There was so many young recruits out there, early 20's, that provided such a lovely treat."
*Syrus mimicked licking his fingers as LeChuck shrugged.*
"Whatever floats yer boat, mate."
*LeChuck was about to turn back to the battle when Syrus grabbed his arm.*
"LeChuck, I unleashed a wave of Hell-Torment."
*LeChuck paused. He slowly turned to face Syrus.*
"Ye mean that stuff that--"
"Yes, yes, the waking nightmares and such." Syrus interrupted. "Only this time it came out much more powerful. It was 10x it's normal potency. I saw 3 SCA soldiers drop dead immediately from it. I've never seen that before."
*LeChuck laughed*
"Well that's great! Keep doin' it! Matter a fact, can ye summon....ye know..."
*Syrus's face remained unchanged as he spoke*
"Demons? Yes, I could. But that would ruin the fun. Besides, his Highness wouldn't exactly like me bringing his minions out to play with a bunch of mere humans."
*LeChuck grinned*
"Oy mate, yer forgettin' some people. What about them Immortals? I mean, the bad ones? Farlander, fer one specific asshole."
*Syrus thought for a moment*
"Hmm.....yes, I suppose that could be more fun for the old man to watch. However, they would be at his disposal, mind you. Demons are notorious for breaking rules and paying for it. They love pain, giving and receiving. They're demons. There is no garauntee he wouldn't turn them on on everyone. And after they killed Farlander and the other 2 or 3, it's not as if they'd just shake hands and leave. They'd want more. They're not very stable."
*LeChuck thought on this*
"Well, that's a good point. Fine, let's not call em in now. But if things start to get real shitty, then maybe call em in."
*LeChuck turned from Syrus, and instantly his face turned to one of concern. That vicious probing had stopped for now, LeChuck had an idea Jean was behind that. But he wasn't sure if it was gone for good or not. He didn't think everyone there grasped the severity of the situation. If the seams of this world were to rip and unravel.....the damage would be unthinkable and irreperable.*

*LeChuck stands over the nude and severely burned body of Jean, his eyes wide.*
"Damn. I remember lookin' somethin' similar after a long night a' ale an whores."
*LeChuck picked up Jeans body like a napkin and flung him over his shoulder. He snapped some SCA soldiers neck as he passed by and ripped off his shirt. He tossed it over Jean's bare ass. LeChuck frowned and grumles as he walked back to the mountain pass when Zanzibar sat and hopefully Abner still remained.*
"I swear, if anybody ever tells a' me carryin' an unconscious naked man around, throats'll be slit."

At 12/7/04 12:28 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: After about an hour of fruitless probing, the technicians simply decide to strip down the ships for spare parts, the power cores are removed manually, but the rest of the ships components are stripped away by several hundred gravity wells and stored for future use*

*Each technician that attempts to strip the Tortugan fleet is immediately killed, their soul sucked out of their body and invested into the ship. When Farlander had completely shut them down electronically, they went into their last line of defense, which was tied to Zanzibar and LeChuck's souls. This was only available to King's Ransom, Devil's Plague, and the Sins. The rest of the fleet was successfully destroyed and stripped. After eventually learning his lesson and stripping them down with machines, the Tortugan fleet was stripped. However, each piece had a signature. They lay dormant, waiting to be awakened once more by their masters...*

*Ryder, having head his head cut clean off, lay still for a moment. He got up moments later, his head being reattached by the snaking mechanical wires. Ryder adjusted himself and sighted Farlander once more. He picked up his snapped polearm and held the break in his hands. The mechanical wires snaked through his hands and reunited the polearm once again. He spun it around deftly, the double-blades slicing through SCA troops, as he plowed forward towards Farlander again. With a leap he brought the polearm puncturing through Farlander's chest. He then snapped the weapon in half himself, and brought the other bladed end swinging around to decapitate Farlander.*

At 12/7/04 10:35 AM, stafffighter wrote:

Powerfull aliens. Responcible for the existance of my kind. it took a nobel sacrifice to end one's quest to end my world some three centuries ago.

*LeChuck scratched his chin*
"Powerful aliens, eh? Well, Zanz an I can surely handle em. Glad we have ye fellas on board as well. But like I told yer mate Abner, if those aliens somehow break into here? We all disappear. This world and everyone in it. So perhaps ye could find the source and stop it from bringing that thing in. Otherwise, ye get the picture."

At 12/7/04 09:51 AM, stafffighter wrote: Hopefully I made it so the avatars will not materialive right on top of us. This will at least give us a chance for a fight rather than a smothering. I have found only one before. I do not look forward to fighting two but if such must be done I will with every force at my disposal.

"Wait wait wait, 'hopefully'? And Avatars? You've only found one? What in the hell are you talkin' about?"

*LeChuck is in front of Jean in an instant, a hand up indicating a pause.*
"Wait one second mate. What didja just do?"

(I suppose we're not sitting on that boulder anymore ;P)

*LeChuck spied Abner and looked surprised. He pointed at Zanzibar.*
"Don't loot at me, mate. This bloke's gone mad, he did it. But no hamr no foul, eh?"
*He hopped across the mountain pass they were sitting on to stop next to Abner. He turned to survey the carnage below. He let out a low whistle.*
"Ye know, it's always sad te see hapless fools die fer a rotten cause. Those SCA boys were simply lead to their dooms."
*LeChuck turned to Abner with a grin on his face*
"Our friend Lucifer'll have a nice hot welcome for 'em."
*The grin disappeared and was replaced by one of seriousness as he stroked his chin as he was prone to do with his beard. It never grew anymore, and when it was cut off or burnt, it grew back to it's exact same state. LeChuck did not miss shaving.*
"Abner, listen. Since this world is connected to Zanzibar an my soul, we feel a fair deal of it. Not necessarily pain, cuz we can't zactly feel that. But we feel disturbances' an things in it."
*He moved closer to Abner, as if thinking he were being watched and somebody was listening. Old habits died hard.*
"A bit ago, we felt a large disturbance, almost as if someone or something were trying frantically to get in. We kept them out easily, of course. But the sheer animosity and insanity of the thing was, well.....I'll just say I was impressed. But nothin' would know how to even get here without someone or something actin' as a kind of a beacon, a signal for it. So that means that someone in here is messin' with matters they can't even begin to understand. And if they were to allow anything to penetrate in here? Everyone and everything within it, including ourselves, would be completely wiped out of existence. Sucked into oblivion. Think of it as if God decided te vacuum the universe an' start over. Kinda like that."
*He brought his face very close to Abner's and put his hand on his shoulder, his tone deep and low. Abner knew this was no trick or joke.*
"Whatever was signalin' that thing must be stopped. The odds of it penetratin' are a gazillion te one. But Zanz an I have been here many times in our, uh....lives. An never once have we felt anythin' as powerful as that seekin' in. So whatever it is, it should be out to rest before it decides te come sniffin' around again."

At 12/6/04 04:29 PM, Myst_Williams wrote: Mattox grabbed LeChuck's garments with both hands and jumped up into the air. Over thrity stories high, Mattox uses all his strength to throw LeChuck back into the ground.*

*LeChuck is laughing as he falls. He has time to quickly spin around, facing Mattox, and yells*
"Remember mate! Yer in our world!"
*LeChuck disappeared before he hit the ground. There was no sign of impact, not even a bent blade of grass. Suddenly he was directly in front of Mattox, eye to eye. He hissed*
"So shut up an sit down before ye get hurt!"
*With that he grabbed Mattox by the neck and brought his face hurtling into his knee cap. LeChuck paused for a moment.*
"Again, the wrong place to look. Try again."
*He reached back and threw Mattox like a javelin across the sky, flying towards mountains that were off in the distance. LeChuck quickly raced off and returned with a boulder the size of Epcott Center, and threw that at a faster speed than Mattox was going. It would be there to hopefully ensure his crushing impact into the mountain.*

*LeChuck turned around as he spied Mattox kick Zanzibar. His eyes turned to slits as his non-existent blood boiled inside of him. Being just a smidgen slower than Mattox, he was behind him like that.*
"Amateur"
*LeChuck reached his foot back and powered it in between Mattox's legs, sending him blasting sky-high directly upwards. LeChuck had a good laugh before he turned his attention back to finding Farlander*

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*Syrus had just removed the knife from his eye when he was knocked backwards by the heat blast. He watched Hannibal rocket upwards. He smiled.*
"Keeeeep goin...."
*As he watched Hannibal ascend he suddenly disappeared. He reappeared several hundred feet above Hannibal, and immediately showered thousands of throwing knives down upon him. After unleashing what appeared to be a pillar of knives he reached his hand up and ripped off his bandana's and hat. He revealed a young man, 24 in appearance. His eyes were green and his teeth were straight. He had high cheek bones and a gaunt face. However, he smiled as if the devil were within him.*
"Ah, to be young again!"
*He reached back and with an inhuman scream, threw his hands down at Hannibal to unleash a wave of Hell torment. An inescapable wave of despair and horror that affects the victim for a brief to long amount of time. If the mind is too weak, the victim can fall into insanity forever, in a living Hell. A strong mind could break the torment in some time. But the stronger the mind, the stronger the physical pain. Demons flew at Hannibal, hungry for his soul and eager to torture.*

Woo! Awesome belated 300th post!

*LeChuck spotted Farlander and as he raised his guns to fire on LeChuck, he had no sooner fired the bullets when LeChuck was suddenly behind him. He reached his fist back and punched through Farlanders chest, his fist coming out in front of Farlander's eyes.*
"Whooo! That might not kill ye, but it damn sure'll hurt a bit."
*LeChuck brought his fist back out and connected with the back of Farlander's head. Farlander went careening into Hannibal, who had been slicing and dicing foes left and right. The two collided and were sent flying again. As Farlander had mildly composed himself, and was already firing behind himself in LeChuck's general direction, LeChuck had already moved and was preparing for Farlander and Mattox to come at him, since he was now only 100 yards in front of them as they came hurtling towards him. He reached his cutlass back like a baseball bat and grinned.*

*LeChuck runs his fingers along his blade as he stares at Mattox, hungry for the kill. Suddenly his eyes light up, and he sheathes his cutlass as he puts his hands behind his back out of Mattox's sight*
"Tricks? There ain't no tricks, lad. I'm undead. Killin' me will be, well...quite difficult, te say the least. There is a way, a' course. But I'm not about to pull a James Bond an' go tellin' ye. Fer good measure, though, I'll give ye a hint: Use yer eyes, while ye still got em'."
*LeChuck rushes at Mattox, and LeChuck's fist now sported small throwing knives in between each knuckle. With a blow to Mattox's gut, he pierces him 2 inches in. With shi fist still in, he jerks it up to his lungs. He brings his face close to Mattox, bringing them both eye to eye.*
"Yer lookin' in the wrong place, lad! Now scus' me while I go kill a rat"
*With that he dashed off to find Farlander and finish what he promised he would do.*

"Aye, we are!"
*LeChuck grins as he brings his head suddenly forward, decapitating himself on Mattox's sword. Mattox is shocked for a moment as LeChuck's laughing head rolls off to the side. This time LeChuck's right hand is up in a flash at Mattox's throat. He brings his left hand battering into Mattox's face repeatedly. Like a punching bag, LeChuck pounds Mattox. Finally he release him and grabs his head, quickly jamming it back onto his neck and righting himself as Mattox recomposes himself. LeChuck stands and slowly draws his cutlass.*
"So yer definitely an Immortal. Well....I've dealt with you boys somewhat. An from the look a' things..."
*LeChuck gazes around the field. From the rate things were going, easily 2/3 the SCA crew was laying dead in some fashion, burned or electrocuted or in 10 pieces. Half the Kradik's were dead as well. The Jovians had suffered casualties, but there were still quite a lot of them. LeChuck turned his attention back to Mattox.*
"Okay, enough crap."
*LeChuck comes at Mattox with a downward neckslash that was intended to cleave through Mattox's body from the right shoulder down to his left hip. From behind him he had the his smaller dagger in his left hand, prepared to stick it in the side of Mattox's head.*

*LeChuck stares into Mattox's eyes, and LeChuck's burn with a fiery passion he has not felt since the old days. His hands quickly grasp Mattox's shoulders*
"Gladly!"
*LeChuck brings his forehead smashing into Mattox's face, effectively breaking his nose, blood gushing as LeChuck gets up off the ground with his legs, now standing and still grasping the bleeding Mattox. As the wound heals, LeChuck brings his forehead cracking into Mattox's skull 3 more times before he brings and uppercut to Mattox's gut that sends him flying into the air. LeChuck looks around and sees some trees a distance off. He is there and back again, grasping a tree that he had quickly sawed down to a 30' tall wooden stake. With a great leap he sends himself up towards Mattox, a large blur just looking like a tree with no branches, flying through the air. He nears Mattox with the point of the stake aimed directly at Mattox's chest.*

LECHUCK POOS IN A BAG AND LIGHTS IT ON FIRE AND EVERYONE GETS MAD!

Sorry.......I was inspired by that last ingenius fellow who posted something similar a bit ago. It was.....well.....I was speechless. It was Progressive Literature at it's finest.

*LeChuck takes Farlander's bullets in his gut laughing. He follows Farlander down, watching him quickly switch to gauss rounds. As Farlander hits the ground LeChuck is right above him. He slams down into Farlander, putting them both 10 feet into the ground. LeChuck comes flying back out a moment later, grabs a soldier in each hand, and flings them down into the small crater after Farlander. He then spits in the hole, and draws his cutlass to resume the slaughter of SCA soldiers. From a distance, he spots one man fighting with some strange suit and mask. He grins as he makes for that man.*

*LeChuck spots Farlander spinning and shooting Zanzibar's swords as he deflects them. He raises one eyebrow as he is slightly impressed. This was the first time he had seen Farlander in battle, and he was glad he lived up to LeChuck's expectations. He grinned as he paused from where he was 100 yards from Farlander, and in a flash had connected his fist with Farlanders chin, sending him rocketing into the air. He then grabbed one of Zanzibar's swords out of the air. Zanzibar shot him a look of protest, but LeChuck grinned. Zanzibar suddenly realized what LeChuck was doing, and LeChuck quickly had time to grab another before Zanzibar sent the swords shooting after Farlander, taking LeChuck with them. As he neared Farlander, who was just about to look around and notice LeChuck, LeChuck gained his position above Farlander and released the swords. Them went darting underneath LeChuck and Farlander, immediately sweeping upwards Farlander before he could notice them. LeChuck came downwards with two feet to Farlander's chest, hurtling in so fast the moisture in the air was left as a trail of clouds behind him.*

(Does anybody know what happened to Taelyn? He has been MIA for almost two weeks now. I haven't seen him online, either. Does anybody have any clue what is wrong?)

*All Tortugan large vessels withstand the gravity well barrage and their hulls remain untouched, having tapped into the NavCom computer and arming themselves to properly defend against anything NavCom had.*

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*LeChuck had a blast of a time just sawing through SCA soldiers as they feebly fired upon him with little to no effect. Syrus was reaping souls left and right, after having been presented with a large cluster of them, and almost all of his flesh was visible again. LeChuck finally turned to Zanzibar in the middle of the fray and yelled*
"I'm gonna introduce em to the rest of our crew!"
*The ground opened up, and from it came 1,000 undead crewman, all with abilities similar to Ryder, or with abilities similar to LeChuck or Zanzibar. As the SCA fired against them with their rifles and lasers, they simply took the shots as LeChuck and Zanzibar did, barely flinching. Some had LeChuck's speed or his strength. Other's had Zanzibar's unique ability similar to telekinesis, but not quite the same. Others had minor adjustments to bodies, such as MS guns instead of arms. The first undead to be seen with this fired his weapon, impaling 4 men with one spike. The undead crew moved on into the fray. The Jovians were their part, and the massive Kradik's (about the size of a large troll, larger than Kray was) were grabbing and crushing 2-3 men at a time. Their armor prevented some shots, but they were definitely the easiest to kill out of the Tortugan allies.*