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At 11/29/04 05:25 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: Perhaps you refer to the incomming Jovian ships? Powerful as they are, the SCA still outnumber and outgun you. No doubt Tortouga still houses some kind of superweapon we have yet to see, but dont fret, we can match anything like that as well.
*The planetary anti-matter cannons on Earth and Neptune power up fully and start acquiring coordinates for Tortouga*
I could order an all-out attack on Tortouga now and end this quickly, but it would be oh so much more efficient to destroy all of your defences beforehand.

*LeChuck laughed. He grabbed the mic again.*
"You can match it, eh? Okay....I'd like to see that. Oh, an' please don't fire your big, scary guns an' 'end' it right quick, Farlie. Be a dear, wont ye? Those anti-matter cannons on Earth and Mars couldn't possibly be aimin' at us, might they? I sure hope not. I might break a nail."
*LeChuck was laughing too hard to continue. He took a minute break to clear his head and compose himself. He grabbed the mic one last time.*
"Jus' between us.....if ye do choose ta keep this charade up and firing yer water pistols at us, know this: I'll kill yer entire family line, from distant to acquaintances. Ye better be sure ta kill us all if ye win, Farlie. Cuz if ye miss even one, they won't fail ta miss you."
*With that LeChuck cut the communication off, immediately ordering the sailor to scramble all frequencies and prevent incoming or sent messages of any sort. He grabbed his crystal and spoke to Zanzibar.*
Listen mate, Farlander is all high an mighty, an him destroying those mines like it was nothing is actually better than ye think. He has no clue. Keep yer temper, mate. Let's keep him in the dark. It'll be all the better when we finally squash 'im. Just leave things to ol' LeChuck. I got it planned
*LeChuck grabbed his crystal and communicated with their final ally in space. They had made this acquiantance many years back, before they had even built Tortuga. In fact, they owed quite a great deal to these creatures. They played a large part in the building of Tortuga, taught LeChuck and Zanzibar the secrets of some of their most powerful weapons. LeChuck and Zanzibar had been in their debt for the past 50 years since Tortuga's creation, running odd jobs for them and providing them with resources and manpower. These creatures viewed Tortuga as a commodity, and they had quite a bit of stock in it. Now that it was being threatened, they were sending their most efficient soldiers to handle the problem. LeChuck smiled as he placed a foreign device over his head. The men all stared in confusion, as they had seen devices that helped translate before, but nothing like this. Nothing that had equipped over the head. LeChuck noted the stares and shouted at them to return to their work. He equipped the device and communicated. This helped him speak to them in their language. They replied they could be there in 20 hours, as they had already traveled quite a distance, and they still had a ways to go, even in hyper space. LeChuck finished the communication and removed the headset. He leaned back and spoke to Zanzibar one last time before planning again.*
They're on their way

At 11/29/04 02:18 PM, Atomicus wrote:

M: "I have a plan in order my friend. I am coming to Tortuga with my entire fleet. Prepare for a victory beyond compare."

*LeChuck practically jumps with joy as he gets the message forwarded to him through the crystal. He is still laughing as he bounds to the radio equipment and shoves the sailor out of the way. The man is flung across the room (which is frikkin huge), and he slams into the wall. Luckily, he is unhurt. LeChuck fails to notice. He quickly realizes he has no idea what he is doing with all this crap and summons the sailor.*
'Quick, get over here! What are ye doing over there?! Get back here before I cut yer hands off and make ye the best radio communicator who ever worked with his mouth."
*The man rolls his eyes to himself but knows better than to retaliate. He simply "yes, sir"s and establishes a link to Farlander's ship, as requested. He grabs the radio out of the mans hand, preparing to send a message. He clears his throat, which comes through loud and clear to Farlanders ear. He speaks.*
"Allright, ye government pig dog. I'm givin' ye one last chance to leave Tortuga with yer tail between yer legs alive. If ye continue to poke our shields and threaten my colony, you will not live ta regret it. You're up against more than ye thought now, boy. Leave now an I might jus spare ye. Me mate thinks otherwise....but I'm feelin a tad merciful today."
*He pauses to take a breath in satisfaction, gazing out over his fleet, which is only a little over half of what Farlander has command of, but with many more surprises than measly EPRG's and anti-matter. He brings the mic close to his mouth.*
"So I'll give ye one last chance. Or else you'll see what Tortuga is truly capable of."

*LeChuck's face goes completely blank as he receives Mortis's message. He contemplated what that meant. He messaged Mortis back immediately.*
Mortis, hold up mate, let's think this one through. Farlander and the Emperor are responsible for this, not the people of Freeport or Kharad. Are ye gonna go after the people? Perhaps you should make Farlander pay for his actions, not the people. But hey, he killed yer mate, so it's your call. I'm just makin' a suggestion. Do what ye like. A warnin', though. If they see ye approachin', odds are they'll turn on ye. If that happens, ye can count on us comin' to yer aid. I'm so sorry, mate....Farlander will pay, don't worry.
*LeChuck ended the message and reminded his crew to be ready at any second for immediate departure.*

At 11/29/04 11:37 AM, Atomicus wrote: *Mortis grinds his teeth and clenches his fist, the officers on the bridge nervously look at Mortis from their stations. If Lizordium is dead... then I become the new Rex of Jovia... and Earth will pay.*

*LeChuck scratched his chin as he thought quickly to himself about what to reply. While he was in definite regret that Lizordium was dead, he could not help but feel a little relief that the Jovians would most definitely be joining the battle now, and against Farlander. Thoughts were flying through his head, and he was already thinking about a place where the Jovians might live if they lost the battle, for if they did the Emperor would surely not let the Jovians settle on Luna. LeChuck began thinking of allies and planets they knew with enough space to accomodate some odd 2 billion Jovians or something, maybe 10 billion.....a lot.*
*He turned to Zanzibar and caught him as he was lunging for LeChucks throat, since LeChuck's latest tactics had been ones of anger and disgrace, sitting on Zanzibar's decapitated head and such. Zanzibar was pissed. He held Zanzibar at bay as he turned to him, his face in dire seriousness.*
"Listen mate, we've got some real shiet on our hands. Lizordium might be dead, in which case Mortis has just informed me 'Earth will pay', and that means he probably won't be waiting for a signal to attack. We need to get our ships ready NOW. I'm going to check up on Syrus on Envy and see how he's doing. Oh....see if you can find some volunteers among yer crew here. Or fetch some kids from the Academy, whatever. No wait.......No kids form the Academy...they're too young. Just find some. I'll be in touch."
*LeChuck zoomed through the closed door and out into space. Within seconds he was in Envy and right next to Syrus as he now surveyed the 400 men below them in formation. Behind them the other 300 crew members scuttled around, having orders barked at them, preparing for a departure at any minute. LeChuck whistled.*
"That's a lotta men, Syrus. Musta taken some time."
*Syrus mock-wiped sweat from his non-existent brow. LeChuck laughed.*
"All in a days work, mate. Some of these men weren't exactly what you'd call 'willing', but I ha the Boss Man give em a talking-to."
*LeChuck couldn't see his face, but he could tell Syrus was grinning as he looked over the men again.*
"They came around."
*LeChuck giggled again, slapping his friend on the back.*
"Good work, mate. This'll be quite a battle. Nobody's ever seen the likes a'this before. Should make for one helluva twist."
*The two men shared a laugh as Syrus bade LeChuck goodbye as LeChuck sped off to Devil's Plague. He resumed his seat in the captains chair and adjusted himself. He placed his captains hat back on his head and immediately changed back into the spear-tongued captain he was back in the old days.*
"I want all engines fired up and ready to go! Charge the EPRG on both sides, as well as the anti-matter guns! Bring the other weapons up to full-attention!"
*He grabbed his crystal and gave out individual orders to the captains on each of the Sins..*
Sloth, take aim on the cruisers. Prepare your ERPG and AM guns, as well as EMP and SS (Shield Striker) missiles. Bring the Goo Guns online and set them to auto-target, but manual fire.
Pride, have all reactor cores online and prepared. Set the matrixes to Alpha and Beta, either one ready. Set the Absorption rate to 75% for now. If anything begins to overload, switch to Auto immediately. I want a man ready at the station at all times.
Gluttony, set beams to full-power. Bring all guns online and ready. Take in more space for fuel and set them on rapid fire. Bring the firing speed up from Mach 4 to Mach 7. Focus on fighters ONLY, unless told otherwise directly by Zanzibar or myself.
*LeChuck leaned back as he wondered when they would retaliate. He contacted the Captain on Deck on Tortuga.*
Captain, how are the shields holding up
Capt: Fantastic sir, they bought it, just like you said. They're now only firing Turbolasers and other electronic weapons. The shields are barely decreasing by 1% every hour.
*LeChuck smiled*
Good, good. But we can't let them think we're not being hurt. That wouldn't be any fun now would it captain? Keep things up and bring the shields down by 15%, but keep at least 4 reactor cores online for immediate repair and backup. Keep the other 10 on stand-by.
Capt: Aye aye, sir.

At 11/29/04 11:29 AM, Atomicus wrote: * I don't know where Lizordium is... they told me they were going to release him back to us, but now we are being ignored...*

*LeChuck dodged another sword swipe as he held his hands in the T-formation and shouted.*
"TIME-OUT!"
*He jumped to his feet and withdrew the crystal from his leg. He held it and replied.*
They're ignorin' ye now? Hmmm.....Ye don't...think Lizordium is dead, do ye? I mean, that would mean you....
*LeChuck's voice trailed off as he realized what must be the case. The communication cut short due to lack of concentration. He slowly turned to Zanzibar.*
"Oh no mate.....I think Farlander's gone and made quite a mistake."

*LeChuck dodges a swipe at his head, and next dodges a mid-stroke and a decapitating slash by rolling his head off his neck and down his arm as he leapt sideways to avoid both swipes. He tossed his head in the air, flying at Zanzibar and planting a 1-2 combo that sent Zanzibar flying across the room. LeChuck's head was falling right back onto his shoulders when a sword came flying through the air and impaled it, sending it thunking into the wall. LeChuck's headless body threw his arms in the air as the muffled head spoke.*
"Now that was unnecessary!"
*He jumped a bit when he felt the crystal glowing in his leg. He held up his hand, indicating a time out, and retrieved his head before he figured out who the signal was coming from and where. He adjusted his head as he dug into his leg and pulled out the crystal. He held it for a moment and concentrated..............Mortis*
*LeChuck was about to reply when 3 more swords came shooting into his chest and stomach. He turned around to face a feisty Zanzibar. His face was one of annoyance.*
"Oh come now, Zanz! I'm busy! No more fightin' fer now, hold up."
*He pulled the swords out of himself and threw them on the ground. He held his crystal.*
Mortis, what's wrong? I can tell you're distressed, but I can't tell where ye are. What's wrong?
*LeChuck stuck the crystal up back into his leg as he turned to see 2 swords flying at his eyes. He caught them by the hilt and ran at Zanzibar, planting them both through his chest. He grinned.*
"Game on."

*Syrus was franticly impatient. He gnashed his teeth as he tapped his foot and drummed his fingers on the arm of his captains chair as he sat aboard Envy. He had been doing the assignment LeChuck had given him for 10 hours now, and after 200 volunteers had given themselves to the cause and properly armed and ordained, they were ready for a fight. Now they were standing in perfect formation in the docking bay, not moving an inch....Syrus grinned.*
*He grabbed the crystal LeChuck had given him and communicated*
LeChuck, I've got 200...er....men....downstairs now, I've been at it for hours. It's exhausting work, and the people downstairs might be getting mad. I'll talk to the big guy if necessary, and I'm pretty sure Ive got a way for him to look at it that will make him want more. But is that enough? Or should I recruit some more

*LeChuck did not reply for a minute. Syrus got impatient once more, and was about to send another message when LeChuck's came back quick and hurried.*
Yeayea, make more. The more the merrier, ye know. Make sure they've got everything too. We want em good and ready. We should've started this sooner, but better late than never, eh? Right, ciao.
*Syrus sighed. He got up and walked towards the mess hall. Within it he found 200 crew members dining, laughing and being raucous in general. At the sight of Syrus the room fell silent instantly. Syrus slowly walked up and floated up to a table top. He stood silent for a moment, surveying the men.*
"Allright men. By LeChuck's orders, I need more volunteers."
*Some of the men looked at the floor while others seemed eager. Syrus was already looking around, seeing ones that might hold potential. He smiled as he realized he just might use all 200 of these men.*

*LeChuck got the call from Zanzibar to head over the King's Ransom as he was plotting strategies with his captains. He had been sent the reports of the shields conditions and had read over them. They hadn't concerned him. The Tortugan shields hadn't failed once before. However, they had never faced the entire SCA fleet before. This was considerably different. But things were going well. He excused himself and shot out through space over the King's Ransom. As he landed, he found Zanzibar overlooking some maps.*
"Ye know, it occurred to me. Why don't I jus' zoom out into space an take out half their fleet? I could shoot through their---"
*Seconds later two of Zanzibar's swords came shooting at him through Zanzibar's coat. LeChuck's eyes shot wide as he quickly ducked, the blades just missing him. They circled around for another attempt, but LeChuck was ready. He caught and bent them into pretzels, finally stepping on them and crunching them into coke-can shaped pieces of steel. He kicked them back at Zanzibar with a huff.*
"Well, tha's no way te greet an old friend."
*Zanzibar spun around with a smug smile on his face.*
"Since we'll be holding off Farlander for the better portion of two days, I figured we might as well have some fun, since neither sleep nor meal appeal to either of us. I suggest we duel."
*LeChuck had a hearty laugh as Zanzibar levitated his demolished swords with a clucking of his tongue. He slowly untwisted them and reformed them to perfection. LeChuck was still laughing.*
"Ye wanna spar me? Mate, the last time we sparred, I ran away with yer legs. Granted, ye planted all 12 swords in me face, but ye had trouble movin'. That was funny."
*Zanzibar sighed*
"I was checking maps when you ripped my legs off, you backstabber. I was hardly prepared for that duel."
*Zanzibar levitated 6 swords and tucked his arms across his chest*
"This time I am."

*The Tortugan shields take the barrage with a shudder, but it quickly flashes as it glows.......and seconds later returns the barrage right back at the SCA fleet. LeChuck watches this and laughs. He grabs the crystal in his leg and communicates with the Captain on Deck on Tortuga.*
Release the Termites
Captain: Aye aye, sir
*Seconds later tiny holes were briefly created in the shields as millions of tiny, pencil-sized creatures were unleashed. The shields closed up again as each one rocketed towards fighters, 100 to each. They were programmed to seek out heat-sources aka engines. They acted just as they sounded: like termites, but for metal and heat. They impacted like a hot knife through butter, immediately rendering 200 fighters motionless. The next source of heat after the engines was the panicking pilot inside the fighter. They zoomed in and out without phasing, slicing through flesh and killing them immediately. After that they self-destructed in order to prevent the enemy from copying the technology. LeChuck laughed as he made a mental note to personally thank the Ancients for the assistance in creating those. LeChuck grabbed the crystal once more as he spoke to Zanzibar.*
Oy mate, those Termites worked like a charm. We took out almost a third of their fighters.
*Zanzibar's reply was gruff and abrupt*
Enough. Farlander is being arrogant and naive. I've lost all patience with this cretin, LeChuck. Order your men to show no mercy to these SCA dogs. Take no prisoners.
*LeChuck was shocked. He had never heard Zanzibar talk like this. Farlander must've said something particularly rude to get Zanzibar as fired up as this. He shrugged*
Okay mate, I ain't got no problem with slaughtering soldiers. The Narbin's proved rather useless, although that mach 8 is somethin'. They should prove a tasty treat for Gluttony. Envy is almost complete in its scanning, and Wrath is completely loaded. Sloth has 10 of their cruisers in it's sights and waiting for our signal. And we've located their approaching reinforcements. Some Neptunian Battle Dragons, nothing much. I''ve got some plans to make.
*LeChuck spoke to the Captain on Deck on Tortuga*
Captain, ignore the fighters. Their mosquitoes compared to the larger ships. Focus all fire on the larger vessels, divided as you see fit. And prepare the second barrage of Termites. Lockdown each sector as well. In the rare case that they actually do penetrate our defenses, we don't want them getting anywhere or anything from Tortuga. Matter of fact, send the droids down to double the mines and trip-wires. Send more automated turrets.
*The Captain interrupted*
Capt: But sir, that's complete overkill. They'll never even get past the--
Silence! Foolish bastard, doubting me?! Dock in pay, Captain. Watch yer tongue before ye get demoted. Jus do as I say
Capt: Aye aye, sir!
*LeChuck sat back and noted the position of Hannibal's ships to their left where the Narbins once were. He counted his fighters and main ship. He smiled as he plotted how to swat these gnats.*

(Hey, I hate to do this, but we need to postpone the attacks till Monday, if possible. I know myself and Zanzibar and some others are unavailable until then, and it will just make things easier [ and much more agreeable] if we just hold things off. If you choose to post anything in a fight, feel free. But Tortuga might not be taking part in anything for the next 3-4 days.)

Happy Turkey Day!

At 11/25/04 01:06 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: *A message is transmitted to Tortouga*
Farlander: Pirates, this is Admiral Farlander of the Sol-Cluster Alliance. You have been in violation of SCA law for too long, today this matter will be resolved. Should anyone wish to depart the station then we will not stop them, but should they be identified as criminals then they will be taken to Earth to await trial. If you do not agree to stand down and allow us to assume control of Tortouga we will have no other option than to engage in battle.

*LeChuck giggled in his seat as he heard the transmission rerouted to Devil's Plague. Zanzibar also received it on King's Ransom.*
"Heehee....stand down, he says...."
*LeChuck sighs as he puffs on his cigar. He grabs his leg, where the crystal is, and talks to Zanzibar.*
Oy mate, Farlander's knockin'. I've just got word the Arc is ready for departure and just left out the back under cloaking. The women and children are safe, and the old ones as well. Our Kradik allies are on their way with 2 warwhips and 30 fighters. The Narbins are coming with 3 warships, 1 galley, and 50 fighters. And our men are coming as well, 60 fighters in total. We're almost short by 10 warships, but I'm not worried if you ain't. Yer magic won't be much use in this one, mate. Don't rely on it. Let's keep em steady. We wait fer them to make the first move. Remember, they're comin' to us, not vice versa.
*The entire Tortugan fleet rested just behind Tortuga, shielded by the Ancient's power. This was no magic any could match, but it was also not offensive and was useless in motion. Pirates always had to be good at making themselves scarce. LeChuck sat in his ship, eyeing the SCA fleet, noting their weaknesses and planning attacks and counter-measures. He made adjustments to the battle plan.*
*So far, so good. The SCA was positioned exactly as LeChuck had planned. If the Jovians decided to join, which would be a huge plus, they would be caught in a vice, with their other allies closing in from the sides, not counting the AUS and Immortals. Victory would be assured then.*
*All the sins were up and running at peak performance. LeChuck re-lit his cigar that had extinguished due to neglect, and leaned back as he continued noting SCA's movements and strategies through the smoke.*

At 11/24/04 02:46 PM, -TheDoctor- wrote: *The fleet activate their engines at full power, sending them rocketing through space*

*A sailor comes crashing into the room. LeChuck turns around, preparing to beat the man senseless for improper procedure when he suddenly blurts out, "The SCA fleet just started their mobilization towards us."*
*LeChuck turned to Zanzibar with a grin on his face. He shrugged.*
"Sorry mate. This can wait. Farlanders candy-ass and my foot have an appointment."
*With that, LeChuck dashes back to his ship, sits in his chair, connects to the intercom across all the ships, and sends out the message.*
"Open the shields and all Tortugan vessels deploy!"
*He turns to his communications officer*
"Make sure all our incoming allies know the situation. Send out an encrypted broadcast. Make sure they all know the plan."

At 11/24/04 02:20 PM, Atomicus wrote: Ok guys, I'm gonna be gone until Monday most likely, so if you can try to slow down the pace a little, I'll try to jump back in later. If I can get one more in today I will. Have a good weekend (mine starts now!).

Gone until Monday?! Dude! SO much key plot shit is gonna go on without you! What about Lizordium battling that dude on Earth? And Mortis not sure what he's doing? You're right smack in the middle, a lot depends on you. Christ....

Well, if Takeo posts more often we can keep things diverted for some time, yes. And since it's a holiday, I know I sure wont be on as often as when Im at work....since I won't be at work.

Happy Turkey Day to all! Let's keep this shit rollin'

At 11/24/04 01:39 PM, Baderact wrote:

:"LeChuck come to my ship quickly, I need you for somethign quickly. Don't worry we have time, we can't fight for at least 2 hours."

Zanzibar cut the communication and a huge smile broke on his face.

*LeChuck throws a minor tantrum as he screams back to Zanzibar*
"This better be damn good! I'm achin to rip Farlander a new one!"
*LeChuck hops out of his seat and dashes through the wall. He speeds through the other ships and the Sins, finally coming to King's Ransom. He stops short of Zanzibar, who had just turned to notice him. He had a sizeable grin on his face. LeChuck's mood improved slightly. He cauight the grin too*
"So whats up, ye scoundrel?"

At 11/24/04 11:59 AM, Atomicus wrote: I think he may have, because I've spoken with Farlander, and he believes that the Jovians will be aiding in the attack... Lizordium may be dead by now....

*LeChuck shook his head as he heard this, knowing that whether Lizordium was alive or dead, there wasn't much he could do. Zipping through space to Earth and searching wouldn't help. He could be halfway to Mars by then on some random, unmarked transport. It was hopeless. He could just hope that he was alive and not imprisoned somewhere, probably by the SCA.*
Okay, so it's highly likely that the SCA has Lizordium and we're unsure if he's alive. Mate, I don't think there can be a peaceful solution to this. The SCA has wanted to take us over for quite some time. Only Farlander could call this off, and he wouldn't do it. His pride is too big for him to swallow. I think it's on now fer real, mate. Watch out for them. If they find out your alliance with them is false, they might start firin' on ye. If they do, ye can count on us to come to yer aid. Keep me updated on what yer status is, and by all means if we can help Lizordium. Good luck

At 11/24/04 11:52 AM, Atomicus wrote: *Mortis concentrates once more... He was headed to Earth on the Reptilicus last I checked.. with Kray posing as Gojirus. Oh, Kray is truly dead now.*

*LeChuck responded*
Headed to Earth? With Kray posing as Gojirus?.........Don't ye think Kray might try to exact a little revenge somehow? I don't think the SCA would attack us alone. Did Gojirus...er...Kray, perhaps make an alliance with them? And if he did.....Lizordium is probably in trouble on Earth, if he's not somewhere else by now

At 11/24/04 11:40 AM, Atomicus wrote: LeChuck, I hear you. Don't do anything too foolish yet. I'm trying to stop this whole thing... I can't seem to find Lizordium though... his wrist comm must be damaged or the signal is blocked... can you try to find him?. Mortis sits down and waits for a reply from someone.*

*LeChuck starts suddenly when he hears Mortis's voice come through loud and clear in his head. He relaxes as he listens to the message. He frowns for a moment. Lizordium missing? Hmmm.....
*LeChuck decided he didn't want to bother heading all the way back to the way crystal (which is the only way of sending out mass messages). Instead he dug his hand inside his belly. He fished around for a moment before he finally found it. He withdrew his hand clutching the crystal. He held it as he spoke to Mortis.*
Where is Lizordium anyway? Where was he last headed? And stop this whole thing? The SCA is bringin' war to us anyways, mate. They sent a spy to Tortuga before. Luckily we caught him, but he was able to send them some valuable information. Anyway, if ye can tell me where Lizordium might be I could try to find him, sure.

*LeChuck dashes back to the crystal room, having heard nothing from Mortis or Taelyn, he is beginning to get quite concerned. He dashes in and slams his hands on the crystal without sitting down. He talks to Mortis.*
Mortis, what in the blazes is goin' on?! Are ye even still alive? Talk to me, mate!
*LeChuck dashes back out of the room and to his ship in a flash. He resumes his seat and taps the captain again.*
"Ye can go back to yer station now."
*The captain nods and returns to his station. LeChuck settles comfortably into the chair. He takes out a cigar and begins smoking it. A servant comes dashing in with a slightly moldy, old tricorner hat. It has some holes in it, and is clearly aged, easily at least 50 years old.*
Servant: Here's your hat, sir, as requested. Sorry it took so long, it took a while to find it in storage.
*The servant handed the hat over and immediately fell to the floor, groveling. He had predicted that LeChuck would kill him for being so late with the hat, but he was lucky. LeChuck was, besides not having heard from any of their allies yet, in a particularly good mood. He told the man to stand with a soft and reassuring voice. The man stood, and LeChuck brought down a hand that pimp slapped the man so hard he flew 10 feet back in the air. He lay shuddering as he nursed his broken jaw. LeChuck leaned over his chair to the man.*
"I didn't kill ye, but that broken jaw should teach ye the importance of bein' on time."
*The man began nodding his head vigorously, but quickly regretted it as he clutched his jaw again. Two other servants came out and dragged the man to the sick bay. LeChuck turned back to the duties at hand as he plopped the hat on his head and adjusted it. He felt like he was back in the old days He began barking orders.*
"Captain Macy! Take the bracing off the ship and have all hatches closed and secured! Bring her up to full power! I want all sails rigged (aka all engines fired up) and engineers standing by for overhaulin'! We're gonna do this fast an clean, mates! The SCA aint never seen the likes a' the Seven Sins! Liuetenant Ryger, have the men report to....uh.....oh bloody hell."
*LeChuck reached behind him and pulled out the blueprint of the ship. He had only had it for a short while, and despite the extensive report given by the engineers and his own personal viewing of the ship, he had yet to learn all it's chambers and designate them with his own terms. He scanned the blueprints for the main ceremonial chamber, the largest chamber in the ship. It was used mostly for dining and ceremonies, and therefore could fit 100,000 people. LeChuck had turned it into the newest docking bay, able to fit 60,000 fighters of various design.*
"Ah yes.....Have the men report to Docking Bay A1 fer preparation fer take-off! I want em all gettin' their ships ready an attachin some of the new weapons we got! Make it snappy! And Lieutenant, inform the men that the last 10 men to have their ships prepared for take-off will receive 100 lashes and no pay for 2 months. That should set a fire in their pants..."
*The lieutenant saluted and dashed off. LeChuck lounged back as he smoked his cigar. He smiled to himself.*
"Farlander, yer in fer a world a hurt...."

At 11/23/04 05:16 PM, Baderact wrote: "Sir the Artifact Cannon has been loaded into the center of Tortuga"
"Thank you"

*LeChuck had been informed of the cannon being placed as well. He knew that was their ace in the hole. LeChuck was comforted by the fact that he knew the worst that could happen to Tortuga was a retreat. It would certainly never fall into the hands of any SCA peon.*
*LeChuck had almost forgotten. He tapped the bridge captain on the shoulder.*
"Say, you hold up here. I'll be right back"
*LeChuck shot out the side of the ship and cruised through Tortuga the non-conventional way. He was in The Gate within seconds, standing alongside Syrus as he tortured Takeo mentally. He smirked.*
"Well, there ye go, showin' off. Just because I can't torture him mentally, ye gotta go an prove that ye can. Oh, shove o---"
*LeChuck notices Akiko, who appears dead. And even if she wasn't, Syrus had taken the "why not" approach and slit her throat anyway. She had proved to be dead, since her blood had barely pumped through the slit at all. She was quite pale and cold to the touch. Syrus finally noticed LeChuck's presence. He snapped out of destroying Takeo's mental haven and stepped away from him.*
Syrus: So this chap sent a telepatchic communication to someone, I have no idea who, could've been his mother. Dunno what he said, either. But he did that, and then he passed out, so he's obviously extremely weak. However, he's no fun torturing anymore. I'd have much more fun if he were at least conscious enough to feel the pain that I'm doing to his mind while his body is thoroughly destroyed.
*LeChuck stroked his chin.*
"You say he's passed out? Fuck, I really hate this fucker."
*LeChuck reaches down and rips off Takeo's right leg from the knee down. He throws the bloody appendage at Akiko, and it hits her in the face. Not surprisingly, Takeo, nor Akiko or the severed appendage gave any reaction whatsoever. LeChuck spit in Takeo's face.*
"Ah, just kill then bastard and be done with it."
*LeChuck nods towards the table with tools. Syrus immediately spots the main beheading tool (think guillotine blade in hand) and grins. He walks over and picks it up. LeChuck whistles, and a slit is produced where Takeo's throat is, just wide enough for the blade.*
"Do it whenever, I don't care. His friends are a long way away from here, and odds are they'll be dead before he even comes to. So why the hell not."
*LeChuck waves as he leaves once again. Syrus turns with a malicious grin to Takeo as he places the blade in the slot.*
"Any last words, chum?"

At 11/23/04 06:05 PM, 2ndPrize wrote: Fire the antimatter cannon though the lower east quadrant of Tortuga, location 112 S 56 E. It shall make a small puncture. I will be freed of all my chains. We shall meet soon.

*The physical and mental pain, along with exhaustion, led Takeo to succumb to the darkness once again.*

*As if on cue, Syrus enters the room as Takeo passes out again. He has sensed there was a communication, but he missed what was said. He was surprised Takeo had even the strength to use telepathy. However, the passing out right afterwards made perfect sense. Syrus chuckled as he walked up and slapped Takeo around.*
"You know, I really don't like you. And if there's something I hade even more, it's your whore of a cousin."
*Syrus walks up and withdraws a throwing knife. He walks up and prepares to reap her soul. As he is about to do so, he pauses. His face turns to one of confusion. She is already dead. Syrus chuckles.*
"Well, well, well.....looks like our little spy girl has done the noble thing and gone and killed herself!"
*Syrus mock claps*
"Bravo, Akiko, bravo! Good move! You know what they say, when in doubt, kill yourself!"
*He giggles as he slowly approaches Takeo, who is still unconscious*
"Well then, my little lamb....I suppose you'll just have to do. And sucking out an Immortals soul, well.....I can only imagine you taste like a fine wine."
*Syrus grabs Takeo by the chin so his face is up to his, as he slowly lifts the bandana from his face. The souls he reaped had lost their effect on him. He was once again a skull with eyeballs. Syrus focused in and tapped into the man's mind. He found his inner sanctum, and was delighted to find all the pleasantries and beauty that was within it. Syrus started out by burning the plants and destroying his nice home.*
Let's see if that doesn't wake him up. I love watching them struggle first

*LeChuck spends one minute fuming, then quickly dashes back to the crystal room. He bounds into the chair, whips off the velvet, and slaps his palms on it. He contacts Mortis and Taelyn simultaneously.*
Mortis, Taelyn, it's official. The SCA has sent out it's fleet with a purpose to destroy or take over Tortuga. It will only be destroyed. It can never be taken, don't worry about that. But we could use your help mates. It'll be a long and hard fight otherwise, and we've got people on here that wanna get out of where their hiding and continue their lives. We'd appreciate your help, mates.
*LeChuck placed the veil back over the crystal and left the room. He came again to Zanzibar.*
"Think it's time we took our respective helms?"

(hey, Doc, Taelyn...why arent you guys ever on AIM anymore? Taelyn, did you start sleeping at normal hours? Whats up? Haven't been able to plot shit or whatever. Anyhoo, just sayin'.....right-o)

*A man suddenly jumps slightly in his chair as he begins scrambling to Zanzibar and LeChuck.*
"Sirs, sirs! We have a visual of...of the SCA fleet leaving the docking bay, sir!"
*Zanzibar narrows his eyes as LeChuck licks his lips in anticipation of the inevitable battle*
*Zanzibar extinguishes his cigar on his palm, his eyes ablaze with fury*
"And so it begins."

*LeChuck gave Zanzibar an odd look.*
"Mate....c'mon now. If I was Kray, I'd try to kill us, too! We did capture him and bring him to the Reptilicus, where he was most probably going to be executed. We're not friends anymore."
*LeChuck now sipped his beer, thinking to himself. Things were beginning to fall into place.*
"And.......and if Kray was posing as Gojirus that whole time, that would mean.....Oh shit. Zanz.....me thinks they are betrayin' us. Think about it! We've almost killed Farlander twice, an he's highly influential in the SCA. We know he hates us and wants us and Tortuga gone. As does that Cromwell prick. And now yer talkin to the Emperor, an he wasnt exactly surprised, was he? Kray is just a catalyst. If ye ask me, The SCA is prolly formin up right now..hehe..."
*LeChuck stopped sipping his beer.*
"Oh shite.....oh shite.....They probably are forming up! Oh christ, an we just sent em that last shipment of anti-matter a week ago.....oh bugger. Those conniving bilge rats, we gotta call in the boys! Let's just hope the Jovians can settle themselves, and hopefully Taelyn'll tell us whats happenin on his end....bloody sneaky bastard."
*LeChuck laughed lightly to himself amidst the chaos, thinking how Taelyn reminded him of so many other chaps who had a penchant for mischief. LeChuck's middle name should've been "mischief". Presently, he didn't have one. But he didn't care.*
*LeChuck exited the crystal communication room. Luckily, he and Zanzibar did not need to be near the sending crystal to receive messages. They could receive them anytime, anywhere. They had embedded small pieces of the larger crystal in themselves a long time ago.*
*LeChuck walked briskly up to the captain and barked out orders.*
"Bring us up to DefCon 2, Captain. Alert all civilian troops to muster in the main barracks. Send an encrypted message out to all our vessels in the universe, especially the ones in the Narbin and the Urtark galaxies. Inform all alien allies that pay will be tripled if they can muster a sizeable force within 6 hours and have them here in time. Be quick about it."
*The man saluted and started rattling off LeChuck's orders to his men. LeChuck walked over to the engineers area and spoke to them.*
"Gentlemen, it is time. Power up the PME. Make sure all defenses are at 100% power, station men at reloadable weapons, send our highest-ranked captains down to the main docking bays and have them stand by on the Seven Sins. Prepare the King's Ransom and....."
*LeChuck paused. He had not yet come up with another name for his ship. Black Hole was nice, but it wasn't...piratey enough. LeChuck thought for a moment before he finally thought of one.*
"And Devil's Plague for settin'sail (LeChuck never stopped using that phrase, it was always sailing to him). If there be any questions, don't hesitate to ask. Matter o' fact, ask or it's yer head. Aye? Grand."
*LeChuck walked back to the front of the bridge and found Zanzibar staring at the expansive view of Earth they had from their location.*
"Pity we might be destroyin' a part of that today" LeChuck spoke quietly. Zanzibar didn't move when he spoke. "I can't believe they're foolish enough to be doing this." He turned to face LeChuck. "I hope you're wrong, LeChuck." He turned back towards the window. "And I hope the SCA isn't foolish enough to bite the hand that feeds them."

*The bridge on Tortuga was a madhouse. Zanzibar giving out orders, and LeChuck deparately trying to contact Mortis or find out what had happened to Lizordium. If he were alive, he would've been drenched in sweat by now.*
*As he was overseeing some troops getting into position and being put on standby, he happened to overheard a conversation two soldiers were having.*
Soldier 1:.....man, this shit is grade A, nothing better.
Soldier 2: I don't know, man.....I've never done it before. I'm nervous.
Soldier 1:Aw, don't be such a pussy. Crystal meth is awesome, you'll love it.
*LeChuck hated many things, and drugs being one of them. He didn't mind drinking, because drinking helped you feel no pain in a brawl. But drugs never did you any good. He was in the soldiers face immediately, snarling.*
"Talkin' about drugs, eh boys? What was it? Crystal meth? Why, I never heard a such nonsense, drugs with cyrstals---"
*LeChuck froze. His eyes went wide and he looked at the soldier as he smiled widely.*
"That's it! Crystals! Oy mate, ye done well. Promotion for ye!"
*LeChuck dropped the man and sped off back to the bridge. He stopped short of Zanzibar as he was trying another unnsuccessful attempt at reaching the Tyrannic. LeChuck grabbed his shoulder.*
"Mate, I got it! The crystals! Remember? Ye gave Mortis one! And Taelyn! We'll contact em both!"
*LeChuck ran to a small door connected to the control room, Zanzibar right on his tail.* "That was good thinking, LeChuck. I had completely forgotten."
*LeChuck turned and winked with a grin.*
"Oy, an thats why Im the brains a' this operation."
*Zanzibar rolled his eyes as LeChuck entered the passcode and the door opened. The two entered, and LeChuck ran immediately to a comfortable chair underneath a single light and next to what appeared to be a covered podium. The podium held something, but it was covered in a velvet cloth. LeChuck reached forward and whipped the cloth off, revealing a large crystal underneath. This was easily 30x larger than the ones they gave out to trusted allies, and it had a crack for each crystal they had given out. Over the years, it had accumulated many, many cracks. LeChuck placed both his hands on it and thought of Mortis. He established the connection with Mortis's crystal, and spoke to him through it.*
Mortis, I know ye can hear this, mate. Listen, wherever ye are, Kray is still alive and posing as Gojirus. He's just returned to the Reptilicus from Earth, and we've intercepted a transmission from him to the SCA talking about "testing their alliance" and attacking us right now. We haven't heard from Lizordium, but I can only imagine he's in danger. Do whatever ye can mate, and if ye need help, don't hesitate to ask. Kray is gonna try to blend in, so if ye have any methods of sniffin' out true Jovians, use it at all times. And especially kill anything that looks like Gojirus. Good luck
*LeChuck sighed as he leaned back, knowing that Mortis would hear that as long as he had the crystal on. Why would he take it off? He was sure he must've heard it. He thought a moment before reaching forward again and touching the crystal to contact Taelyn.*
Taelyn, It's LeChuck. Listen, We've got some problems. We're allied with the Jovians, but a creature named Kray, disguised as the Rex of Jovia, Gojirus, went to Earth and made them think the Jovians are allied with the SCA. Now our Jovian friends are in trouble, they've got a shape-shifter among them. Lizordium could be dead already, and Mortis isn't responding. Kray, posed as Gojirus, demanded that the SCA prove their allied worth and attack us right now. We might have some problems, mate. Lace yer boots. Maybe we'll be seein' ye soon...
*LeChuck hopped out of the chair and went to the bar in the corner and poured himself a pint from the tap. He drank it, wiped his lips, and slammed the glass down.*
"Now we wait."
*Zanzibar nodded and leaned against the wall with his arms folded. LeChuck poured himself another pint as he stared off into space with his brow furrowed. Things were getting sticky....

At 11/23/04 11:02 AM, jokerskate24 wrote: Now do you know why? It's taking up way too much space. I mean 120 pages! Holy sh*t!! It's amazing, but disgusting at the same time. I mean it has gotta be the biggest BBS post out there.

(Dude, there are clubs out there with posts up in the thousands. This is hardly the longest BBS post. Now longest BBS RP post, quite probably. But certainly not the longest in general by a longshot.)

*LeChuck and Syrus are giggling like schoolboys playing hookey when the announcement came blasting over the intercom.*
"Sir, Kray is alive! Or so he claims to be.....or it's an impostor! Either way, he has control of the Reptilicus and we''re intercepted a communication that he wants to test his alliance with the SCA and attack us now? This last part was very confusing...."
*LeChuck shot up, screaming back at the intercom*
"Get me the Reptilicus and Tyrannic on the radio NOW!"
*LeChuck moves at blinding speed and is up at the bridge before Syrus could even get out of the room. He enters and finds he can't see anything. He has seen this oh so many times. He waves the wisps out of the air as he blindly stumbles through the room, cursing.*
"Zanzibar, call back these god damned things, I need to bloody see! Fer god sakes, Mortis is in danger! He doesn't know it! Move!"
*LeChuck freezes as he realizes who Zanzibar is talking to....But right now, LeCHuck couldn't give a shit. He growls at the screen.*
"Yer fuckin dead, mate! Ye better call yer dogs off, or else you'll be the newest wench of Tortuga, ye pretty boy!"
*LeChuck slams his fist down on the line, cutting the Emperor and Zanzibar off. Zanzibart shoots him a look of murder, and appears as if he might do something, when LeChuck dashes to him first, grabbing him by the collar and almost lifting him up, higher above his head than he already stands. His eyes are wide and his face is practically twitching. Zanzibar can tell he's not kidding.*
"If we don't act now, Kray is gonna lead the Jovians against us right now! We have to warn him about Kray!"
*Zanzibar immediately jumps to the communication equipment, quickly establishing a communication with the Tyrannic.*
Tyrannic, this is LeChuck, do you copy?! Kray is not, I repeat, NOT dead! He is currently piloting the Reptilicus and is talking about attacking us with the SCA right now, whatever that means. Be advised! Alert all troops to head to bridge of Reptilicus and kill anything that is there, regardless of what they say or do! KILL ALL JOVIANS IN THE BRIDGE!!! Mortis, do it!!!"
*LeChuck is in a frenzy now, his eyes darting back and forth as the room is now empty of the white smoke and the crew is able to return. They hurry back to their station. LeChuck grabs the captain-on-deck by the collar and brings him to his face.*
"Bring the station to DefCon 3! We must be prepared for anything that might come from the Reptilicus and the SCA!"
*The man nods like a bobblehead, flying to his station and the intercom. All the palace guards are alerted, as well as the recruits underground. DefCon 3 constitutes that all troops within the palace and underground assemble and prepare for battle. Also, the main lasers, plasma guns, turrets, and shells turn to stand by. DefCon 2 alerts all defenders aboard Tortuga, and musters approximately 8-10 million civilian troops. DefCon 1 puts a call out to all Tortuga's allies across the universe. Tortuga has never gone below DefCon 3. LeChuck dives back to the radio*
"Tyrannic, do you copy? Mortis!"
*Zanzibar suddenly turns around in his chair. LeChuck meets his gaze and can tell he's just remembered something.*
"After we left, didn't Gojirus pilot Reptilicus to Earth with the two of them aboard?"
*LeChuck's face slowly melted into one of horror. He could only pray they were still alive. He continued his efforts of communicating with the Tyrannic, now just trying to reach any Jovian and alert them of their perilous situation.*

*LeChuck sighed as he jabbed another hot iron into Takeo's ribs. It was the sixth one he had pierced his body with, and the wounds had closed around them, but by now the first one had started Takeo's skin smoldering and burning. Having no sense of smell, LeChuck just say flesh burning. It was a putrid stench, and even Takeo's palace of non-pain was slightly disrupted by the acknowledgment that we was smoldering on the inside. The insects were happily chewing on one continously-regenerating lung and pancreas. Life was good.*
"This is boring." Lechuck huffed as he bit off the end of the red hot poker and swallowed it. His tongue was instantly incinerated, as were his innards. But since he had no real use for them, and they grew back anyway, and he couldnt really feel pain, he was okay with it. It did however, fall out his ass and burn a sizeable hole in his pants. LeChuck cursed up a storm.*
"AARRRGG!!!"
*He was about to come stomping out of the chamber when the door opened to reveal Syrus with a black bag slung over his shoulder. It was mysteriously body-shaped. LeChuck's eyebrow rose.* "More playmates?"
*Syrus grinned and shrugged*
"Not quite....but something a little better."
*Syrus glanced over at Takeo, and even though his eyes were closed and he appeared pretty unconscious, he jerked his head in the direction of the viewing room. After the two got safely inside, Syrus put the bag gently down on the large table as he exhaled and muttered, "She ain't too light...."
*LeChuck's sensors shot off*
"She?"
*Syrus grinned as he untied the sack to reveal a young girl, couldnt be older than 30. Fairly attractive, with a tough look about her. She was in regular civilian clothes. LeChuck looked up to Syrus, confused, as he pointed at the girl.*
"We have plenty of wenches. Why go all the way to Kharad to steal this not-too-pretty one in particular?"
*Syrus leaned in*
"Because, my good fellow, she has relations to a certain unfortunate creature in that there room beyond that glass..."
*Finally it dawned on LeChuck. Syrus giggled.*
"Say hello to Akiko Ryder"

*As LeChuck is embedding wires into Takeo's skin for electrocution and internal inflammatory procedure, he hears a request for his presence at the main docking bay. LeChuck grunted in impatience as he took off his gloves and apron, now covered in blood. He wiped his face and hands on a towel, and slapped Takeo on the face.*
"Doncha move now, me pretty. I'll be back."
*LeChuck ordered the robots to begin the shocking and internal burning as he exited The Gate and headed for the bay. He found Taelyn and Zanzibar waiting by Taelyn's ship. It dawned on LeChuck.*
"Ah, yer leavin? Aw, 'tis a pity. It was nice te meet ye, mate. Yer certainly a hearty of Tortuga now."
*LeChuck reached into his pocket and produced the same small crystal they had given to Mortis. He handed it over to Taelyn.*
"This'll help ye find yer way back te Tortuga if we be movin' or anythin. And it's also an alarm button, so te speak. Jus' hold it in yer hand and let us know what the trouble is, an we'll come a runnin'. Take care now."
*Taelyn climbed into his ship and got it ready for departure. It was all fired up when LeChuck took a hold of the front and pulled the ship out into space and out of the defenses and forcefields. He finally let go and gave a mock salute with a grin. Taelyn blasted off back to the AUS headquarters. LeChuck (swam?) back into Tortuga and the palace. He gave Zanzibar a wink and rushed off back down the The Gate to keep the fun going.

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*Syrus stepped out of the shadows in the mid-sections of Kharad. For some strange reason, the purging of the lower levels had almost stopped entirely, almost as if Farlander were conserving his forces. What a freakin weirdo.... Syrus melted into the shadows and re-appeared in the higher levels of Kharad dressed in a fancy designer suit with a cigarette and cane. He walked down the street, taking out the folded piece of paper and reading the information that was on it. He hailed a taxi and got in. A bit later, the taxi pulled up in front of it's destination. Syrus payed the cabbie and got out. He stood for a moment viewing the apartment building. He glanced the the paper one more time before he set fire to it with his cigarette. He then dropped his cigarette and crushed it out. He grinned as he melted into the side of the building.*

*Syrus had watched the man get tortured for a bit, watching LeChuck feed the organ-eating insects through the tube, grinding Takeo's bones; the usual. He got bored after an hour, but LeChuck was still laughing when he left. He walked through corridors and hallways until he came to a room lined with bookshelves. Just another library in the palace, it would seem. He approached a random shelf and pulled one of the books. The shelf gave way to reveal a large room behind it, dimly lit, filled with men doing secret intelligence work and covert operations. Tortuga had agents operating all over the universe. Keeping track of them was quite a chore. As Syrus walked in a man practically crashed into him as he came running up. He was out of breath and sweating*
Man: S-sir! We found th-the information you requested. We to-took the facial description you supplied and ran it through the SCA database after we hacked in with as much room for error as possible. At fi-first the list was extensive. But then zooming in through the cameras we w-w-were able to discern more distinct qualities about his features. We came up with this.
*He was still panting heavily as he handed over a rather thick dossier, filled with information on the man. Syrus opened to the first page and quickly scanned his general information. His eyes lit up. He grinned.*
"Hello, Takeo."
*Syrus chuckled with glee as he continued reading through Takeo's profile. Although the agency was efficient at keeping their agents clean and non-descript, they always had a stocked dossier on each one in case they decided to turncoat. It was very convenient to those who had means of accessing them. Of course, using an encoded line so the hack couldn't be traced. Syrus stopped as he reached something in Takeo's profile. He broke out in laughter. The man, still standing there, was a little put-off. Syrus caught his look and stopped as he removed a page from the dossier and handed it back. He folded it up and put it into his pocket. The man now had a quizzical look on his face. Syrus dismissed it as he turned to leave.*
"Don't worry. I'll be back soon with it. I just have something to take care of."