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*LeChuck heard Takeo's words and bounded into the room, somewhat shoving Zanzibar to the side. His grin was malicious and one of pure joy.*
"Let the games begun!"
*LeChuck snapped his fingers, and immediately large metallic braces came flying out of the air and impacted Takeo's entire body. He was slammed into the wall as the metal fused into the wall behind it. A small opening was created around his face. LeChuck slowly sauntered up to the man, now completely encased and trapped in the hardest metal known to man, short of starrite. LeChuck whistled and needles stuck out of the metal on the inside of the body-shaped prison, injecting Takeo with muscle-tranquilizers, making movement completely impossible. LeChuck laughed quietly.*
"Now what ye might be feelin' is a slight discomfort in yer brain. Yer paralyzed. Fer a long, long time. An' since ye just bit off yer tongue, ye just gauranteed yerself at least months of torture. An' since I know yer an immortal, I can have even more fun before we chop yer head off! Just fer initial fun, let's do some reckless damage."
*LeChuck snapped, and a blade extended from the inside of the suit near Takeo's throat. Without a pause his throat was slit, the blood pouring out. Takeo shuddered, but the wound sealed itself after a moment. LeChuck wasn't even paying attention as he moved forward and quickly ripped off each of Takeo's fingers on his left hand. Takeo grunted in pain, but he remained fairly calm. LeChuck laughed as he ran to the wall and chugged a pint. He bounded back in excitement.*
"This is gonna be fuckin' great! I've never tortured an immortal before! Maybe ye can tell me what really hurts ye! But fer now, I'll just experiment..." His eyes gleamed with excitement as a door opened across the room and two robots entered, wheeling a large surgical table in front of them, laden with hundreds of gruesome tools. Some of the hadn't been cleaned and still remained blood-stained. LeChuck took a moment to savor the pleasure of the moment. He looked back and noticed the fingers were still bloody stumps. To confirm his assumption, he cut Takeo's palm. He bled, but the wound quickly healed. He stroked his chin.*
"So....cuts an gashes ye heal quite fast. But losin' appendages quite quickly, ye don't 'zactly grow back too right fast. An seein as ye bit off yer tongue, ye fool, I just might have to kill ye. Now I left yer fingers on yer other hand so that, if ye chose to spare yer life, ye could write somethin' to us. But if ye choose to stay ignorant, you'll be choosin' te stay dead. An since you say you don't feel pain, I suppose that I could just cut off the top of yer skull an fiddle with yer brain, right? Ye wouldnt feel it, would ye? hehehe.....pagin' Doctor LeChuck......Ooh, I'm in a right spell a madness!"
*LeChuck turned to look at Zanzibar, who was not as excited as LeChuck, and he beckoned LeChuck to continue as he turned and exited the room. He walked back into the viewing chamber with Taelyn, who also didn't seem too excited.*
"Listen, from here it's just going to get gruesome and quite disturbing. LeChuck has always fancied himself a doctor, albeit a twisted and terrible one, when it comes to torture. If you don't want to watch this, it's quite fine by me. We could go anywhere, or if you feel so inclined, you could leave as well. It's your decision. But if you like to watch appendages fly and quite possibly watch this chap die, by all means, we could get you a chair and some fine drink as well as cigars. It's your decision."
*Back in the torture room, LeChuck was all too excited to test out his newest toys. He lifted the thin, long cable from the table. It was no wider than 2 millimeters, and he grinned as a small opening was created where Takeo's asshole was. LeChuck roughly jammed the wire up it, and it took it's course from there. It snaked itself through Takeo's small intestine, through his long intestine, through his stomach and pipe, up to his nasal cavities, which consequently led to his brain. LeChuck quivered in anticipation as he decided which methods he would use first to insert in the wire. He paused for a moment as he looked at Takeo, a look of calmness on his face3.*
"I'm really a good chap. It's just that when someone disrespects me house an' enters uninvited, I don't take too kindly too em. Yer as good as dead unless ye talk, mate. But either way, I'm gonna have fun with ye. I don't care if ye can't feel pain. I'll just imagine that ye can. Works fer me."

At 11/21/04 01:14 PM, Baderact wrote:

"I agree" Zanzibar stood up and began leading Taelyn to The Gate with LeChuck at his side. "You see Taelyn, I have found that in this day and age simple torture doesn't work to effectively. Because of this we have developed The Gate. The Gate is a holographic matrixs that we built after our first visit to the AUS's space ship. By the way thank your aunt for me for letting us fight in that training holo-room of yours... Anyway, The Gate shows the inhabitant what we wish them to see. As such, I have found that presenting a prisoner a heavenly scene is much more effective than just beating the hell out of them."
Zanzibar opened the door to the control room of The Gate and walked up to the veiwing window.
In the room the man was being gently placed on a bed of clouds. Two of the beautiful women came in with delicacies of food and drink and began setting it down on a marble table. The one woman closest to the man walked up behind him and softly wrapped her arms around him. Her perfume filling his sences she wispered hin his ear. "So what is your name you beautiful man?"

Zanzibar laughed and looked over to Taelyn, who looked a little disappointed to not see a torture chamber, or possibly that he was not greeted with an entorage of scantily clad beautiful women who hand fed him. Zanzibar couldn't tell. "As you can imagine, a situation like this lends a man to loosen his tongue..."

*LeChuck gave a dismissive wave of his hand at the heavenly scene before them. What had happened to good old beating the shit out of chaps? Removing teeth and mild scalping? Flash burning and acid in cavities? Rusty saw blades and electrified needles? LeChuck missed the old days...Although he did admit that nowadays, with the ability for instant blood tranfusions and healing, torturing could go on for much longer than hours before a man died. LeChuck had kept one going for 2 months before he finally got everything out of him. Then he just slit his throat. To LeChuck, that was being nice.*
"Ah, that whole heavenly business is fer the birds. I'm prayin' he doesn't give in ta this business.....the things I'll do to him......."
*LeChuck grinned at Zanzibar*
"I haven't even shown you the new toys I got! Bartered with some of the chaps that came from the Narbin galaxies. Got me this new thin rod that can snake up a chaps arse all the way to his nasal cavities, an you can put acid er electricity. Ooh! An these small bugs that crawl through and burrow into yer--"
"LeChuck, please!" Zanzibar barked. He didn't enjoy the pleasures of pain as much as LeChuck did. LeChuck apologized.*
"My mistake. You'll jus' get ta see em in action then......bah, hopefully."
*LeChuck watched as the women tended the man's two broken ribs from where Syrus had swiftly kicked him, and the puncture in his neck as two women lightly kissed it. LeChuck had a queer look as he peered closer. The man's side was no longer bruised.....and his neck showed no signs of puncture.....how on earth could a man heal so quickly. Suddenly LeChuck's eyes shot wide as it hit him. He turned to Zanzibar.*
"Oy mate! E's an immortal!"
*Zanzibar chuckled*
"Relax mate, I know. I could tell from the minute Syrus dropped him. You didn't notice, but I did. When Syrus dropped him on the ground, his head quickly spilt and he started bleeding. But withing seconds the wound had closed up. So don't worry, those aren't normal chains. They're practically starrite, he won't be breaking them. I can't think of many with your strength, mate. And you know the defenses of that room. He'd never make it out, especially not without that suit anymore either. Relax, he's not going anywhere unless we want him to."
*LeChuck breathed a breath of relief as he turned back to watch the women caress and comfort him. LeChuck's eyes burned as he wished he could've dealt with him. He still hoped the man would stay silent so that he might. He shook with excitement as he began planning how to use his newest toys....*

At 11/20/04 03:54 PM, 2ndPrize wrote: *Laughing at his luck, Takeo hit the motherload in talking to Quiv. An older fellow, he was the head machinist on Tortuga, and was quick to ease "Remidios" fears about how safe Totuga was from attack. He informed Takeo on the inner and outer defences, taking time to explain some of the better booby traps and talked about some of the other ingenious designs on Tortuga. Quiv explained that Tortuga did not have a central power system, or a central air filter, so if one sector went down, no others would. He leaned in close to Takeo to tell him of the new Tortugan era.*

(I don't know what kind of shitty employees you think we employ on Tortuga, but they are not foolish old drunkard men. And our head machinist would certainly not be out discussing intricate details about our defense system. Since this post was, I will admit, very well done and thought out, it's all good. However, consider the rest of Tortuga's employees and anyone that knows anything mute.)

*Syrus froze in mid-sip as he heard Quiv talking about Tortugan defenses and details to this stranger. His eyes burned as he began to realize what a STUPID FUCKING MORON this old man was. Was he insane?! Syrus decidedly yes.*
*As the man thanked Quiv and got up, Quiv sighed. He turned to Syrus and raised his mug.*
"Ta Tortuga, mate!"
*Syrus, with his bottom-half bandana now removed since he got his face back, gave a coy smile.*
"Yes....cheers"
*Rather than raise his glass, Syrus quickly planted 3 knives in Quiv's heart. Quiv's face froze in one of pain and shock, and he silently slumped backwards off his stool, dead on the floor. Syrus looked up to see the bartender, horrified, shaking as he was cleaning a glass. Syrus looked at him intently. He was silent. Then he leaned in slightly.*
"Boo."
*The man yelped and dropped the glass as he ran into the kitchen, the glass shattering on the floor. Syrus was lucky there were no other patrons, it was much more convenient that way. As he spit on Quiv's corpse he got up and walked to the room where the man had been. He opened the door, and at the noise the man spun around with a weapon drawn, prepared to fire. He was nothing, only an open door. This was unsettling. Suddenly a knife was at his throat and a hand came around and broke the barrel of his gun. Syrus put his mouth right up the man's ear.*
"Wrong bar, chum"
*Syrus's hand that had broken the gun went back to him and came back in a flash, a needle jabbed into the man's neck. A full load of a unique and immensely potent opiate was shot straight into the man's brain. His eyes rolled back as he passed out. Syrus caught his body as he slumped, the bent gun falling from his hands. Syrus hefted the body over his shoulder like a wrinkled suit jacket, and he casually whistled as he strolled out of the door and back to the palace.*
*As he approached the doors, the guards were alarmed, and almost came running at Syrus when they noticed who it was. They apologized profusely as they called the other men on the watch to come help open the door. When the 50 of them had arrived, they got the door open just enough for Syrus to pass. He kept on whistling as he strolled into the palace and through the maze of corridors and hallways to LeChuck's room. As he reached it, he pushed open the door.*
"Ahoy mate, look what the cat dragged---"
*He stopped as he realized the room was empty. Syrus frowned as he wondered where LeChuck had gone. He stopped a passing guard and asked where LeChuck was or might be. He was told of the private meeting, since he was of equal rank with LeChuck, and he thanked the guard as he headed to the lavish room. The 10 guards outside the door all saluted as Syrus headed towards them. He mocked saluted back and asked to be let in. At first they were hesitant. But when Syrus began to "insist", they gave way, figuring LeChuck wouldn't mind. As the doors open Zanzibar spun around in anger.*
"Who the hell is-- Oh, Syrus. And who might that be?"
*Syrus smiled as he dumped the man unceremoniously on the ground in front of the table. Taelyn's eyebrows rose as he noticed the collar of his anti-matter suit just peeking out above his shirt and jacket. Syrus kicked the man in the stomach. No response. He was out cold.*
"Just something I picked up on the way home from the market. Caught him talking to that old crazy guy, Quiv. Used to be your head machinist? Yea....Quiv apparently has been having a rather rough time and decided to inform our friend here of much of Tortuga's information, including defenses, ships, forces, even the booby traps. Luckily, he never mentioned the--" Syrus caught himself as he glanced at Taelyn. "Uh...nevermind. Anyway, I had to kill Quiv before I could capture him, so he most likely had time to send the information to his superiors, who are no doubt the SCA Emperor and his cronies. Apologies boys, but I figured I'd bring the culprit back for questioning and whatnot."
*LeChuck grinned an evil smile. He looked over at Taelyn.*
"Ever seen a man get tortured?"

At 11/19/04 09:02 AM, Baderact wrote: Taelyn flew at the doors and LeChuck phased them through them....

*LeChuck slowly set himself and the ship down inside the docking bay. As Taelyn got out he had a puzzled look on his face. LeChuck realized what he was thinking*
"No, I dunno if you AUS can do things like that with technology, but I'm jus' able to do that cuz....uh......well, I'm undead an stuff. It's quite hard to explain, never quite understanded it meself either. Basically the only way through those defenses is if I come out an get ye....or if ye have some anti-matter equipment, an we think the SCA is makin' some, but we're pretty sure they haven't produced one yet. Anways, lets go somewhere more private to chat, eh?"
*LeChuck and Zanzibar led Taelyn to another room like the one they had discussed with Syrus in, except this was the one used for guests and secretive political discussions. This room was significantly nicer, with a fireplace, lavish Persian rugs, couches and lounge chairs, a full bar and cigar room, private kitchen with chefs that make universal cuisine (for those of their guests that ate for a purpose), artifacts and art displayed everywhere: just the kind of place that Zanzibar loved and LeChuck hated. But it was necessary. LeChuck motioned they should move to a smaller round table next to a larger one, able to accomodate 50 people, next to one accomodating 20, and then the one they choose was for 5. They took their seats with no real regard for order, and LeChuck promptly put his feet up on the table. Taelyn chuckled and Zanzibar rolled his eyes. LeChuck lit his cigar and spoke.*
"So.....whats the scoop, Taelyn?"

*Syrus returned to the palace with a grin on his face. He nodded to the guards as he passed through the doors and into LeChuck's chambers. LeChuck had been throwing darts on his custom-made court. It was 1000 yards long, and LeChuck had never missed a bullseye. The darts were also the size of torpedos. leChuck lifted the last one, 9 feet long and 2 feet in diameter, and in one arm, threw it as a blur. It struck the bullseye with such force Syrus lost his footing and stumbled. LeChuck dusted his hands off and turned to find Syrus. He smiled.*
"Syrus! How's it going. Did ye take care of our little problem?"
*Syrus grinned and lifted his bandana. LeChuck could see that Syrus's face was now completely reconstructed. He laughed.*
"Fantastic! Well, ridding Tortuga of spies must be quite a task. A drink! S'on me, mate." LeChuck winked.
*Syrus followed LeChuck out the door to his personal bar, modeled after the bars they used to go into back in the day: simple and dirty. LeChuck hopped up behind the bar and flipped two taps on, ready pouring into two placed pint glasses. LeChuck tilted the glasses at the correct angle, filled them both, and then somehow spun them each around 3 times without spilling any beer, and placed them both on the counter. LeChuck grinned.*
"So! Tell me how it was, mate. Any of em struggle?"
*Syrus chortled as he sipped his beer*
"Yes, they struggled....but that's what makes it so much fun, especially with these chaps. The fear in their eyes.....the screams as they see what I look like......it's beautiful. Some of them even pleaded that they had families. I told those ones they should've stayed home. And that was basically it. All of em wiped out. A good days work."
*He continued to sip his pint as LeChuck stared into space. Syrus stopped and noticed that LeChuck's glass wasnt empty yet; quite a bizarre thing. Syrus stopped, and with a look of concern, asked, "LeChuck? What's wrong, mate?"
*LeChuck shook his head as if coming back to reality and looked at Syrus, surprised. He waved it off. * "Oh, I was just thinkin' of those kids Kray killed....bastard. They never even had a chance to get any training.....I wish I coulda stopped him...."
*Syrus was truly confused. LeChuck was quite an enigma.*
"You....you really have a soft spot for those kids, don't you?"
"Well.....maybe.......ah, bugger it all! Stop givin' me grief, I'll lop off yer skull."
*Syrus was not surprised by LeChuck's threats, as he made them constantly. Unfortunately, he also fulfilled 95% of them. Luckily, this was within that 5% of "not fulfilled". Syrus watched LeChuck drained his mug and knew things were back to normal. he got up as LeChuck leapt back over the bar and out of the room down the corridor.*
Syrus: So where we headed?
LeChuck: The bridge. I was told not long ago that we got a message from another AUS chap. This one is a man, t'would seem. 'Es requesting we take down total lockdown so we let him in. In times like these, we liked to establish a visual, have forms of identification sent, confiscate all weapons....every possible precaution. Unlike our friend Farlander, we protect our citizens."
*As they reach the bridge the captain on deck informs them the ship is within view and hovering within Tortuga's respective range. LeChuck established a coded frequency with the small craft.*
"AUS Chap, this is Sea-King Smuttynose LeChuck. We'll be needin' yer identification, disarm all weapons, and establish a visual. An' we know what yer ID looks like since we've dealt with ye before, so kindly send over those retinal scans and fingerprints while yer at it."
*LeChuck waited for a reply*

*LeChuck and Zanzibar retire to their war room after Syrus had left on his mission to exterminate all 12 informants on Tortuga. Luckily, none had been in real positions of power, none in the palace or underground. But there were street walkers and some pub owners that had overheard certain things....they were at the top of the list.*
*LeChuck sat down and rubbed his eyes as Zanzibar went over to the liquor cabinet and poured himself a glass of rum. He tossed LeChuck a bottle of whisky, which he caught with his eyes closed and drank it that way as well. He put the now half-empty bottle on the table and placed his arms gently on the table.*
"Okay Zanz....We've got my ship, which has yet to be re-christened. We've got King's Ransom, and the Seven Sins. So we've got 9 battle cruisers, besides our smaller armadas. Everything sound correct there?"
*Zanzibar thought for a moment as he leaned on against the wall , swirling the rum in his glass. he bit his lip as he slowly nodded his head. He reached over and pulled a chair out to sit. As he sat he spoke*
"We've also got the new defenses in production, and they have yet to be tested. We've got extensive information on the inner workings of Lusankya, and she's one helluva ship, I'll give Farlander that. But we can crack her....given ample time."
*He sat back to think some more. LeChuck rapped his fingers on the table as his head rest on his fist. He hummed little nothings to himself, thinking. Suddenly he practically jumped as something came to him*
"What about that AUS Rep? We never finished talkin'! What did they want? Do we even know? Neptune's Trident, how do we communicate with em'?!"
*LeChuck was getting a little frantic. Sometimes the idea of never sleeping got to the men, occasionally feeling as if they should me suffering from massive sleep deprivation. This time Zanzibar was calm enough to anchor LeChuck. He motioned in a calm way for LeChuck to be seated again. LeChuck slowly lowered himself back into the chair. Zanzibar sipped the rum and spoke while inspecting it.*
"I'm fairly confident that our discussions are not over. As I said before, this ship is most hard to disguise. The AUS most probably knows we are back on Tortuga, and are currently sending an emmisary over now. There are no problems, LeChuck. Everything....except those spies...is going fine."
*LeChuck exhaled for what seemed like 5 minutes, and it actually was 5 minutes. He had been pulling the air in through his back. Zanzibar smirked. "Cute."
*LeChuck chuckled (it sounds rididulous, I know, whatever).*
"Say, we should go check out the Academy and see exactly what Kray did to it. Besides, I've been behind on my lessons, I've got a good deal to catch up on with those kids. C'mon"
*LeChuck and Zanzibar left the room and went down, down, down to the subterranean levels of Tortuga.

At 11/17/04 11:31 PM, Baderact wrote: Zanzibar, in bridge of the Black Hole, paced around as he had his wisps pilot the ship back towards Tortuga. Using a encoded frequency Zanzibar activated the radio. "Captain Zanzibar speaking. Connect me to head of security."
"Zanzibar, this is Lt. Ponely, Sir. What do you reuqest of me?"
"Lieutenant, I want the grand docking bay opened and manned by at least 200 good men. LeChuck and I are return with a new ship and we intend to do so shortly. I want to put it in the Grand Bay for now and have a full inspection."
"Sir, should we check for booby traps or bombs?"
"No, not that kind of inspection lieutenant. I want a inspection for the specifications of this vessel. This was a gift and I have neither the time nor the patience to wander around LeChuck's ship to find out its capabilities."
"This is LeChuck's ship sir? The new flag ship?"
"Aye, quite a vessel too. I want it inspected and then have the men report back to me. We shall be asigning a crew to it."
"Yes sir! Is there anything else Sir?"
"One other thing. When we arive immediately activate all defenses. I don't want any thing entering or leaving Tortuga without my permission until I say so. We are ariving with a battleship that was a gift from our new allies. It is unlikely that no one will notice. I want the entire station on virtual lockdown."
"Yes Sir!"
Zanzibar walked back up to captain's seat. He watched LeChuck lavish in the throne of a chair he was sitting in. Since the ship was intended to be maned by Jovians the interiors were all huge.
"So, are you gonna rename this beauty, or keep our benefactor's title?"

*LeChuck lounged back in the large chair which was quite oversized for him since he was about 2 1/2 feet shorter than your average Jovian. He puffed on his own cigar as he lazily looked forward towards the empty space where he knew Tortuga was.*
"Oh I'll be renamin' it, dont you worry. I jus' hafta think of an acceptable name for this big beautiful bitch. Hehe, that's not bad right there! Big Beautiful Bitch.......maybe. I'll hafta think on it. Don't rush me, ease off now."
*LeChuck stretched as he hopped out of his seat by flexing. He walked towards the large window which showed what was in front of the ship. He sighed as he waited for Tortuga to shimmer into view. Seconds later, sure enough, the space in front of them shimmered and flickered, and then the massive colony of Tortuga came into view. LeChuck was glad to be home.*
*As the Black Hole docked into the largest docking bay in Tortuga, it barely fit. LeChuck whistled as he realized just how large this ship was. It was almost half the size of the Eternity ii, which was still a massive ship. The 200 men guard came rolling by as the ship pulled completely into the docking bay and the doors closed. Zanzibar connected to the Head of Security once more*
"Leiutenant Ponely, the Black Hole is safely docked. Please initiate complete lockdown."
Ponely: Aye aye, sir. Initiating complete lockdown.
*Complete lockdown had only been used three times before in Tortuga's history, and two of those three were used because LeChuck had gotten pissed at a man and wanted to find him before he could leave. Complete lockdown was exactly what is sounded like: complete and utter lockdown. No escaping, no entering Tortuga, whatsoever, no exceptions. Nothing had ever penetrated complete lockdown, it was simply impossible. The amount of known defenses was unheard of, and that was without the secret defenses that Tortuga had never had to use before. The shields were strong, and theoretically they could probably have been broken, but not with the precautions and magic that Zanzibar added to them. And like the Lusankya, which had 2 reactor cores to power the shields, Tortuga had 20. Tortuga had been attacked several times in the past 50 years, and it still looked like a brand new Maserati without a scratch. It was flawless in it's defenses.*
*As the ship pulled in LeChuck and Zanzibar disembarked and headed for the bridge. As LeChuck and Zanzibar reached the bridge, they found Syrus standing in front of the door. LeChuck's face turned to a grim one as he could only imagine what he was doing there. Syrus did not look happy.*
Syrus: I did not come to express anger about the fact that you basically engineered Kray's execution. After what he did, he deserved it. Had I known, I would've informed you and we might've dealt with this problem sooner. But as I said, that is not what I have come to discuss.
*He motioned that they might enter a smaller, more private room, devoid of bugging devices or any possibilities of listening in. LeChuck and Zanzibar did some of their most important planning there. LeChuck scoffed and muttered to himself.*
"Syrus leadin' me into my room......rubbish."
*Syrus ignored the comment and waited until the 10 guards within the room exited and closed the door behind them as Syrus locked it and Zanzibar sealed it with magic and protected the room. They took their seats and Syrus immediately began to speak.*
Syrus: Gentlemen, you have an infestation. An infestation of spies, from Earth, presumably under Farlander's control, or at least the SCA's. I have spent the past day getting information on each and every one of them, and through reaping souls i was also able to read memories of those souls and discover each of their locations. Normally I discard these memories and everything associated, but they are sometimes useful.
*He leaned in closer*
Syrus: I have come to request your permission to personally exterminate each and every one of these spies, and completely rid Tortuga of outside informants and traitors.
*LeChuck and Zanzibar looked at each other, then back to Syrus. LeChuck waved his hand.*
"Wha, as if we'd say no? Go man! Go do it!"

At 11/17/04 08:43 PM, Baderact wrote: "Not to mention we have been meaning to build a Flagship for LeChuck to lead the Seven Sin's, Tortuga's defence force..."

Lizordium excused himself, leaving Zanzibar and LeChuck with Mortis. Zanzibar walked over to Mortis, "Sir, this is a symbol of our friendship." Zanzibar handed Mortis a small clear crystal. "This a line-compass. This is how our men find their way back to Tortuga. If you ever need our assistance, we shall hurry to your aide. You are our hearty now." Zanzibar patted Mortis on the should and grabbed his thick wrist.

LeChuck grinned...

*LeChuck's grin stayed planted as he thought to himself how lovely it would be, now that their fleet was complete with the main nine ships, and the hundreds of other followers, not to mention the alliances and ties they had across the galaxy with fellow pirates and criminals. Their network spanned billions of miles, and LeChuck grinned as he pictured Farlander's face as Kharad might one day be assaulted, and the sun blotted out by the giant dark cloud of ships descending upon him.*
*He smelt something burning, and looked down to find that he no longer had lips. He made to curse, but a gargling noise came out instead. He quickly grabbed some water and poured it on himself, dousing the venom that had slowly been eating away at his face and beard. He cursed to himself, but luckily he had had that beard so long it repaired as quickly as his skin did.*
*He looked over to Mortis, who was now inspecting the crystal Zanzibar had given him. LeChuck smiled to himself as he remember the first few men they had given it to when they had first created it. It was a coveted item, only given out personally by LeChuck and Zanzibar themselves, not to many, and certainly not to any but highly ranked officials and captains. Mortis was the first non-human to receive one, and LeChuck instantly realized that they would have to send out a colony-wide announcement that if the people saw any Jovians, or lizards, walking around, to not be alarmed and that they were friends. They should not attack them by any means, and doing so would be punishable by death. He made a mental note to propose the idea to Zanzibar, who would be making the announcement with his more eloquent words, as LeChuck would simply shout to them as he would a crew: Curse at them, insult them, tell them what to do, insult them again, warn them of the punishment, and curse at them again.*
*He walked over to Mortis as he was examining the crystal. He stopped in front of him and put his hands on his hips with a satisfactory sigh*
"Well mate, now yer an official hearty of Tortuga, Zanzibar an myself specifically. You'll be treated like royalty when yer there, an Tortuga is now a dependable ally at all times. That crystal serves two purposes. It'll help lead ye te find Tortuga, an' it also serves as a 'distress signal', so to speak. If yer in trouble, and yer wearing that, we'll know, and we'll come a runnin'. Ye gotta be wearin' it, a course, but one rarely takes em off anyways."
*He shook Mortis's hand again, and glanced to his side to see Zanzibar patiently waiting by the door. LeChuck scowled and took the hint*
"Well, I'm thinking we'll be leavin about now. But I will say that yer a right bloke, an I'd fight by ye anyday. oh, an that Venom is damn good! Near burnt me lips off, luckily I doused em. I'm ramblin'. It was a pleasure, an Im sure we'll be seeing much more of each other now. Take care."
*LeChuck gave Mortis a final wave as he and Zanzibar walked out the door. Zanzibar tipped his hat to Mortis, and he let the door close behind him as they walked towards the docking bay where The Black Hole was waiting. Zanzibar eyed his companion as they walked briskly to the docks*
"Well, you certainly said a long and memorable farewell back there. You've really taken quite a liking to these fellows, haven't you? I must admit, I quite like them myself. Fascinating creatures, and quite powerful as a whole."
*LeChuck shrugged, but was visibly excited*
"Yea, I do 'preciate em more than ye, perchance. Mortis is quite a fellow, 'avent met a man like 'im since Syrus, an Syrus is me mate of a long time. It'll be grand, Im sure"
*The two walked into the docking bay to find Lizordium waiting. He put them in their ship and sent them off as they returned to Tortuga with a brand new ship and a strong bond with new allies. Undeadness was good.

At 11/17/04 04:28 PM, Atomicus wrote: *Lizordium looks to Gojirus and back to LeChuck.*

L: "I think you've found yourselves some new very good friends."

L: "Come, Mister LeChuck, we shall discuss the rewards of your aid. I have grown fond of the company of yourself and Mister Zanzibar. First, we need to find where these other two have gone off to."

*LeChuck grins ear to ear*
"Grand. I'm glad ye enjoy our company, mate. I can certainly say that we both enjoy yers as well. It's as if yer our twins.....but in lizard form.....and much taller."
*He peers strangely around, trying to get a grasp on what he was trying to say. He waved off his nonsense.*
"Ah, bugger it all. Zanzibar was right behind me, dunno where he wandered off to. An Mortis....well, I ain't known him long, but he's probably killin' somethin' er practicin' to kill somethin'. Or eating, one of the three. Yes, let's find em"
*The two walk off down the hallway in the general direction of Mortis and Zanzibar*

At 11/17/04 04:27 PM, MasterBlaster500 wrote:

At 11/17/04 09:12 AM, Lysaer wrote: (I don't know if you read back in the RP and read about Balor and how we involved him, but he isnt a dark god and certainly isn't controlled by anyone named Trilexx. I don't necessarily mind all this other stuff you're writing [although it does exclude everyone else and, no offense, is beginning to make this boring to read. Tirlexx and Kintaro and Gattsu and Karn and Shinobi and Jehovah all have nothing really to do with the other characters, and quite frankly, if you want to write about that stuff, do it elsewhere], but it detracts from the plot.)
(But mainly, you can't name anyone 'Balor'because we already have one. And I'm sorry, but you can't use him in the plot yet, even if you know his background.)

Ok, I would like to clear some things up if I may. First, Jehova was never involved in any of the text above. Second, Shinobi is not a person, that was made popular by a video game, shinobi actually means ninja(or shadow, not 100% sure). Next, a balor is not a person, it is a race of demons that reside in the netherrealm, if it is bothering people, I can always change it. Also I do apologise if I seem to be straying from the group, but I am just trying to develop my characters plot lines and illustrate their relasionship alittle bit. Also I am trying to show that maybe Karn and Gattsu should be fighting together instead of against each other.
As I said, I do apologize for all the back story, but it was just an exercise in character development, and from now on I will try not to stray too far from the group.

(No, I should apologize. I wrote that rather early in the day before I had had any coffee and I was not in the best of moods. Also, I was just throwing in Jehovah and Shinobi for comedic effect, I wasnt actually implying that you had used them in any way. Anyway, I guess I was just a little upset because it seems like now you and Haloman seem to post 50 times a day and I was just getting a little tired of it.
But there is no real problem with it, I was just being a sourpuss. I must say the possibility of uniting Karn and Gattsu is an interesting one, I commend you on that.
But yea, if you could change the Balor thing, it would be appreciated and help to not tangle certain things up.
otherwise, cheers

At 11/17/04 03:42 PM, Atomicus wrote: *Gojirus deactivates the massive plasma blade and tosses it to Lizordium, and then puts the end of his sceptre at Kray's throat, a few short blades penetrate Kray's skin but do little damage. Gojirus activates the PRG on the end of the sceptre and prepares to fire.*

G: "Thisss, is for my brother..."

*LeChuck watches as the sceptre slowly pulses. He can see Kray's face, and it is no longer one of kindness or gentleness. It is now a mask of rage and anger. LeChuck wonders why he hadn't asked Syrus sooner about why he was even affiliated with a creature like Kray, and why was he hidden underground in Syrus's secret lair? It hadn't made sense, and now LeChuck began to understand why.*
"He turned at the sound of footsteps to see Zanzibar come trotting back to stand at his side. he was about to speak about the misplaced weapons when he lightly nodded his head in Kray's direction. Zanzibar followed his motion and his head stopped when he saw, his eyebrows lowering in recognition as he came to a complete stop some feet from LeChuck. LeCHuck turned back to view the execution, and moments later the plasma rifle discharged, and Kray's head exploded like a helium balloon filled with tomato sauce.*
*LeChuck grumbled as he wiped some of Kray's brain matter from his boots, seeing Lizordium and Gojirus walk away from the corpse as servants quickly ran to clean up the mess, as the room where Kray had been killed was Gojirus's dressing room, and most of his clothes were now soiled. Gojirus had a satisfied look on his face, and Lizordium a look of satisfied accomplishment. LeChuck made like wiping his hands as if a hard days work had been done.*
"Well, that was fun. So now what?"

At 11/17/04 03:23 PM, Atomicus wrote: L: "Well, here goes nothing"

*Lizordium jumps onto Kray's back and sinks his teeth into a shoulder causing Kray to lean some.*

*LeChuck yells*
"That's the spirit, mate! Bring that murderous fiend down! Oh, and HOLD ON!"
*LeChuck blasts forward and packs a punch into Kray's side as he was leaning towards him, causing him to fly across the room and smash through the wall into the next chamber, effectively disengaging him from Gojirus's arms while luckily not harming Lizordium, as he was trailing behind Kray as he flew. Kray is momentarily stunned, and Lizordium makes to attack again. Without missing a beat, Gojirus's rushes past LeChuck into the room, and standing above Kray, prepares to undoubtedly finish the kill*

At 11/17/04 11:32 AM, Atomicus wrote: *Lizordium looks at the other two and starts running for the main chambers*

*LeChuck runs after Lizordium towards one of the main chambers. It seemed that in the short time that LeChuck had informed Mortis and Lizordium of Kray's vent adventure, Kray had managed to scamper down to the heating core and found his way into Gojirus's personal quarters on the ship. As Lizordium and LeChuck approached the door there were already 200 Jovians surrounding the door, and more flowing into the hallway. At the sight of Lizordium they all turned and saluted. Lizordium ignored standard prodecure and signalled for them to clear a path to the door. As he reached it a loud CLANG! was heard, and something large had obviously just been flung rather forcefully into the wall next to the door. The Jovians practically all hissed in unison as LeChuck clenched and unclenched his fists, preparing for a fight*
"Well are we goin' in?" He asked impatiently.
*Lizordium was still for a moment, thinking. LeChuck knew he would be incredibly out-of-line to run up and open the doors himself. But as they all heard the battle raging on behind closed doors, time was ticking until inevitably one of the two was killed, and the situation depended entirely on who the victor would be. Zanzibar began toying with some air elementals as LeChuck cracked his bones, almost all of them, from spine to toes. They awaited Lizordium's answer.*

At 11/16/04 05:31 PM, Baderact wrote:

"Men, we have a slight problem on our hands... Kray is loose in your ship..."

*LeChuck gave a growl, followed by some low, gutteral noises. His eyes bulged as he witnessed that Kray had now killed even more of his men, and could be anywhere on this god damn gargantuan ship. LeChuck cursed as he threw his bandana on the ground and stomped his feet*
"Kray, ye no good, scum-suckin, shape-shiftin', dishonorable cretin! I'll have yer hide fer sure!"
*LeChuck looked down the hallway and extended his vision, peering thousands of yards down the hallway. At first he saw nothing, and was about to look away, when he noticed a corner of the wall was damaged, obviously bent by something large striking it. He noted a Jovian corpse nearby. LeChuck yelled as he took off down the hallway, cutlass drawn. He reached the end in seconds, stopping short and looking both ways to determine which way Kray had gone. He spotted Kray tearing the weapon from another Jovian's hands as two more shot him from a short distance. LeChuck was amazed to see that, as he was now strangling to unarmed Jovian, he was able to distort his body so that the plasma blasts missed him. The Jovians hissed and continued firing, but now Kray dropped the dead Jovian and came for those two. LeChuck screamed and charged. Before Kray could lay a hand on the Jovians, LeChuck was poised for the head slash, and found that his lightning-fast decapitating clash barely grazed Kray's skin. Kray noticed.*
"Sonuva..."
*Moments later Kray's massive arm came swinging around behind him, slamming LeChuck across the hall and through a door into a Jovian lavatory. LeChuck crashed into a mirror, and as he fell the pieces of glass fell into him. He slowly rose, lip trembling in a sneer, glass protruding from his skull and soulders and gut, silently. He stomped out of the lavatory in time to hear the Jovian's necks break and Kray stalk off down the hallway. LeChuck screamed and Kray turned to see him. Kray let out a massive roar. Kray suddenly turned to his left, noticing a small ventilation shaft. Kray reached up and ripped the grate off, and in front of LeChucks's eyes, shrunk to the size of a small weasel, and shot up the shaft. LeChuck raced to the shaft and shot his hand up to grab Kray. He watched as Kray scuttled off down the shaft. LeChuck spit and turned to report back to the others, and found Mortis right behind him. He looked rather upset. LeChuck pointed to the shaft.*
"I need a blueprint of the ship immediately, specifically where that shaft leads and all it's available exits. Station guards at every post, and equip them with stronger weapons then the ones they normally have. Inform Gojirus that Kray will probably be coming for him, and if he's up to it, we could plot a trap and give Gojirus the chance to have his revenge by his own hands. Kray is smarter than he looks, and may be heading for the control room or any maintenance rooms to do internal damage to the ship. Triple the watch on those areas and call out all your guards to join you and myself."
*LeChuck's exasperated face finally turned to one of excitement*
"We're goin' huntin'"

At 11/17/04 09:12 AM, Lysaer wrote:

Tirlexx and Kintaro and Gattsu and Karn and Shinobi and Jehovah all have nothing really to do with the other characters, and quite frankly, if you want to write about that stuff, do it elsewhere:

*I apologize, I made a mistake. Kintaro and Gattsu both have, so far, been rather interactive with the characters, and I apologize for that falsehood. And Jehovah and Shinobi were meant as a joke, in case you didn't catch on.

At 11/16/04 07:17 PM, MasterBlaster500 wrote: Trilexx stood in front of his general- Dah'Kee, a powerful immortal Balor. His large leathery batwings were outstreached as he bowed before his master.

(I don't know if you read back in the RP and read about Balor and how we involved him, but he isnt a dark god and certainly isn't controlled by anyone named Trilexx. I don't necessarily mind all this other stuff you're writing [although it does exclude everyone else and, no offense, is beginning to make this boring to read. Tirlexx and Kintaro and Gattsu and Karn and Shinobi and Jehovah all have nothing really to do with the other characters, and quite frankly, if you want to write about that stuff, do it elsewhere], but it detracts from the plot.)

(But mainly, you can't name anyone 'Balor'because we already have one. And I'm sorry, but you can't use him in the plot yet, even if you know his background.)

Interact with the other characters more! That's the point of this, among other things. If you wanted to carry this on elsewhere, a suggestion: try the Writer's Guild! Your writing would be greatly appreciated there. Cheers, and keep that imagination flowing.

At 11/16/04 01:23 PM, Tacitacial wrote: *Cromwell speeds up his pace and starts walking in front of the group. He speaks, this time without any arrogance.*
"Know that you have my gratitude, Lizordium, for providing me with this oppertunity, even though I feel allying yourselves with pirates is foolish. Should you or your people, or maybe even Gojirus if the heavens and hells permit it, ever require a favor from me then I will most likely grant it. Perhaps we will meet again."

"Well allying with yerself would be a right bore. Yer almost as bad as Farlander. You two should go live together and bore each other to death, would be a right end to both your useless lives. Go drink some tea an debate politics somewhere, we have some business to tend to."
*Now thoroughly finished with Cromwell LeChuck turned his full attention to the matters at hand*
"So we should probably----"
*He was cut off as he received a transmission*
Pilot: Sir, we are approaching Eternity II and are about to request permission to dock, sir.
*LeChuck nodded to himself*
"Right, carry on"
*He turned with a grin to Lizordium*
"We should prepare wherever we're gonna be killin' Kray. They're at the door."

At 11/16/04 12:11 PM, Atomicus wrote: *Lizordium bows, and Gojirus stands and exits the room. He walks over to the group*

L: "That could have gone worse..."

(Quick! Let's strike while the iron is hot and sue! Haha, just kidding......*sigh*)

*LeChuck chuckles to himself as he looks at Cromwell*
"Shoved them words right up yer arse, didnt 'e? Perhaps next time you'll learn to shut up and listen before ye act a fool."
*He turned back to Lizordium*
"Aye, it could've gone plenty worse a'course. So, as I see it, right now we're both quite happy. You get Kray, and we become mates. This day is a fine day indeed."
*He grinned as he slapped Zanzibar on the back, causing him to be shoved forward a little. Zanzibar gave him an indignant look as LeChuck's face turned to an apologetic one. Sometimes he forgot his strength. * "Apologies, mate. Know I didnt mean it."
*Zanzibar waved of the apology and nodded as he turned and spoke to Lizordium*
"So where shall we retire to while waiting for the prisoner to arrive?"

*LeChuck fumed as he thought of the innocent children Kray must've killed in his rage. Now he couldn't give a rats ass what Syrus said or thought; Kray was dead. Syrus would understand now, as well, with Kray having killed innocent children. Perhaps he didn't know yet.....things would be sorted out once they returned to Tortuga after delivering Kray to the Jovians. No longer caring what anyone heard, LeChuck looked up to Gojirus and Lizordium as he stood*
"Pardon, yer highness, but I must be communicating with my men back home. I now dislike Kray almost as much as you do, as he has now killed 15 people close to me. Have no fear, he's a goner."
*LeChuck turned his back on the group and walked towards the wall, speaking*
"Captain, has anyone located Syrus?"
Capt: Aye sir.....he's actually just walked in n---
Syrus: What is the meaning of this?!
*LeChuck cringed as Syrus yelled into his ear*
"Easy mate, calm down, I'll explain"
Syrus: You'd better! And where the hell are you anyway? I thought you were having a meeting with an AUS representative?
"No no, that got cut short. Right now we're meetin' with the Jovians an their leader, very important business Syrus, high profile."
Syrus: Well that's great.
*He paused*
Syrus: I'm assuming you ordered the capture and detainment of Kray?
"Aye, we did. Things are goin' on that you don't know yet, Syrus. Kray has a past....a rather bad past"
*Syrus snorted*
Syrus: And what are we, boy scouts? I know Kray has done somethings, but nothing that could've warranted these actions!
"He assassinated the Jovian kings brother" LeChuck blurted out. There was a moment of silence.
Syrus:.......Oh..........um.......hmm. Damn, that......damn. And you're with the Jovians right now/
"They asked fer him, Syrus. We couldn't say no. Jovians v Kray, I'd take the Jovians anyday. Plus, I met them first, an they seem real cool. This one, Mortis, real right bloke, loves fightin' an drinkin as much as me, an thats kinda rare, so naturally I feel a---"
Syrus: That's fine. Great. So now Kray is on a transport to the Jovians, and since he's assassinated one of their leaders, it's safe to say they're going to kill him....
*LeChuck sighed*
"Aye mate, they're gonna kill 'im. But what ye don't know is while they were tryin' to get 'im, he broke down into the compounds an killed some of me students. 15, ta be exact. I don't take kindly to people killin my men" LeChuck referred to them as his "men" even when they were boys, as they would one day become men and should get used to the fact as early as possible.
Syrus: Oh.....I'm sorry, Chuck. I didn't know.....If I had I would've personally assisted in the capture myself. I'm sorry mate
"Ah, we can always get new ones. These were the freshest of fresh anyway, hadn't even put a year's work into em yet. But now I want him dead as much as the Jovians, Syrus. And he will die"
Syrus: Right. Oh, I almost forgot. Dawn Cylica, that AUS Representative, called a bit ago. She won't be able to meet again for a while. She didn't specify how long that would be, but a while is a while, and that certainly isn't short. Just letting you know.
"Thanks mate. Tell the Captain to make sure all defenses are back online , and I do mean all. He'll know what I mean. We should be back in not too long, unless negotiations start and we start making important decisions. In that case, we'll inform ye of that. Ciao"
Syrus: Goodbye
*LeChuck turned back to the group as he rubbed his chin*
"Kray is on his way and should be here very shortly."

*LeChuck grumbles as he kneels but he does so out of respect for his hosts and this massive creature. As he does so he notices Cromwell standing firm, not even beginning to kneel. LeChuck rubs his forehead as he shakes his head and mutters*
"oh, ye right prick...."

*LeChuck groaned as he looked behind him to find that Cromwell was, in fact, following behind them*
"What a shame. An' here I thought we was goin ta have some fun."
*Mortis led the men for what seemed like an Eternity, and LeChuck eventually realized why it was named that. It was named quite correctly after all. As LeChuck was walking and thinking about how tired his legs would've been if he were still alive he received a transmission in the small earpiece he had.*
Capt: Sir, we've got reports of a serious battle going on down in Kharad. Seems Lusankya is combatting several individuals, including some weird mech-like robot.
*LeChuck whistled. He had only seen Lusankya in action once, and the individuals who had envoked it's fury had sadly not lived to regret it*
"Well, what's up? Whats the score?"
Capt: Lusankya has of course deployed hundreds of fighters, which were being destroyed at a fairly consistent rate until they raised their shields. Then there was a brief period when the fighters were deactivating their shields and getting themselves killed, obviously being controlled by someone, reports indicate Church.
*LeChuck nodded in recognition, having heard of the man. His powers were impressive, although nothing he hadnt seen before. And somehow he felt as if he knew the man better then he should've.....he always shrugged it off as an after-effect of being kinda dead*
Capt: We also noticed one individual with a long mechanical tail who climbed into Lusankya's engines. Whoever they were, their dumb and surely dead by now.
*LeChuck grunted as he nodded again. From what the captain knew, he assumed correctly, any individual who climbed into millions of degrees of flame would most definitely fry. But LeChuck knew better, with all these Immortals, that they were probably not dead*
Capt: This mech was hurt pretty bad from taking a barrage from all the turrets on one whole side of Lusankya but it's still operational. We've got men standing by in case we have an interest in taking a side, sir.
"No no, stand down, tell them to back off. This isn't our fight, mate. And secondly, if we were goin' to take sides, we would certainly be against Farlander. These Immortals are fine by me, except this one bloke, Cromwell....a right ass, this one.....anyway, stand down, tell them to return to their homes and their wives. No need for unnecessary bloodshed tonight"
Capt: Aye aye, sir. I'll keep you posted on the fight.
"Good Captain. You'll get an extra 10 doublo-----err, 1000 credits fer good work., Keep it up"
Capt: Much obliged, sir. Over and out.
*LeChuck laughed as he ended the communication*
"Well Comwell, yer mates are takin on Lusankya with Farlander personally piloting it. An' from the formation it's apparently takin, it might be preparing for a bombardment, which would destroy the surrounding area."
*He looked at Zanzibar as he next spoke more audibly, making sure all present heard every single word he said*
"Why, I'm happy that we don't go around bombing Tortuga an killin our citizens like cattle. Jus' not right, mate.....jus not right."
*He chuckled to himself as he could see Cromwell boiling over, his fists clenched, gnashing his teeth. He turned his attention to Mortis after he had had his fun pushing Cromwell's buttons*
"So Mortis, you an I seem to have a fair deal in common. We're both not too politically inclined, we like to fight, an......uh.....we like to fight. Do you drink beer? Or do ye have a different kind fer yerself? We should go to a pub sometime, start a brawl. Only thing is we don't generally kill our opponents in a brawl. Think of it like tha' game Twister, only instead of "right foot, blue" it's like "left fist, face", ya know? It's always a rousin' good time when yer crackin a chaps nose an drinkin a beer. Ye interested?"

At 11/11/04 11:45 AM, Atomicus wrote: L: "Other than learning more about you, we were really curious if you might know an old... *Lizordium pauses and rolls the next word off his tongue menacingly* friend.. of ours. Goes by the name Kray?"

*Mortis hisses softly at the mention of the name and goes back to picking his teeth.*

*LeChuck chokes on his cigar smoke as he inhales abruptly. He coughs up smoke for a minute as he thinks to himself*
Oh crap. Kray, you sonuva seabiscuit, I knew you was trouble. Some shape-shifting weirdo. Damn! If only Syrus hadn't brought him along. What to do, what to do....
*LeChuck stalled for time as he thought more to himself*
"Kray? A man named Kray?"
Blimey, this is a tight spot. Do I give up Kray, who I don't really know an help these lizards, whom I kinda like....or....hmm. Well.....oh well, sorry Kray, it was nice knowing ye
*Not wanting to raise any suspicion or cause any trouble with Zanzibar, whom LeChuck had a feeling had taken a mild liking to Kray, LeChuck spoke to Mortis*
"Say, I have to dispose of this food that I've been eating. Would you care to show me where your lavatories are?"
*LeChuck made sure to widen his eye, signalling he had other purposes besides jettisoning waste. Mortis was slow on the pick up at first, but after a moment hissed and quickly nodded. The two left the room and started down a hallway. When they were a fair distance from the door LeChuck stopped and touched Mortis's arm, indicating he should stop as well. He spoke in a low tone*
"Okay Mortis, here's the deal. I do know a Kray, my friend Syrus knows him somehow, not sure from where, but I don't care too much about slow big shape-shiftin creatures. You seem much more valuable allies, an besides I think you guys are cooler anyway. He's on Tortuga in a cabin in our palace. I'd rather not have a bunch'a Jovians storm in the palace an do whatever, we could do it easily and more secretively, since I'm assuming you wanna kill him. What do ya say?"

At 11/11/04 11:13 AM, Atomicus wrote: *Mortis sat back seeming slightly disappointed.*

M: "You mean he's got no creature friends already around?"

*LeChuck laughed*
"What, ya think demons are just wanderin around in our palace? No no, mate. I assume demons would stir up lots of trouble. I don't imagine they're the most friendly creatures, even to each other. Syrus dont have any demon friends that I know of, and certainly none that he has tea with in Tortuga. He said it might take an hour or so. He went out to get some filthy souls fer the demon as soon as I asked about it. Told him it would be considered a personal favor to me."
*He waved his hand in the air as he smoked*
"Think he said he was goin out to reap some souls fer the demon. I told him only to reap rapists and cold-blooded murderers."
*He turned to Cromwell with a mock-grin on his face*
"Happy, Cromwell?"
*He turned back to Mortis*
"Should be able to arrange somethin later today, he said. And if he arranges it any sooner he'd come here personally. So if ya might kindly alert yer men that if they see a strange man floating towards the ship, don't fire at him."

At 11/11/04 10:49 AM, Atomicus wrote: M: "You say you have a friend who's the devil's henchman... does he know any demonic beasts that aren't very important? I've always had a longing to fight hand-to-hand with a demon."

*LeChuck shrugs as he downs another glass of wine*
"Well, I'm not really sure. I haven't really asked him all that much about Hell, bein' that I had no interest of ever goin there. And Im fairly sure he wouldn't like to talk about it....but it wouldnt hurt to ask. I'll ask as soon as we get back an radio ye"
*LeChuck gets up to put his glass down on the table. As he does so and moves back to his chair, he pauses*
"Wait a minute....Say, hold on a sec. I'll be right back"
*LeChuck immediately passes through the ships wall and goes out into space. Lizordium and Mortis are confused, and Cromwell is somewhat surprised but doesn't seem to care. Zanzibar sighs as he casually sips his wine and smokes his cigar. 20 seconds later LeChuck came shooting back into the room, stopping just short of Zanzibar and his wine glass, almost causing him to spill on his nice clothes. Zanzibar shoots LeChuck a dirty look, and LeChuck smiles. He turns to Mortis*
"He said maybe, but it would take a lot of coaxing, and he would probably have to offer about 50 souls for it to play with to convince it to come to this plane of existence and battle with a giant lizard. He said he'd work on it. Best I can do"
*LeChuck plopped himself back down as he picked his cigar back up, and with it still burning quiet well, resumed smoking it*

*LeChuck snorted*
"Ye talk quite down on fugitives an criminals fer a man who used to kill fer a livin. Manslaughter is a crime, eh? Then what's cold-blooded murder? Even if against criminals, doesnt make it no different. So don't act so high an mighty above murderers when you was a full-time one at a time yerself."
*LeChuck turned away from Cromwell, thoroughly annoyed with how boring the man was*
"Right, enough about our great city an all its wonderful inhabitants....to business. Zanzibar in partciular called this meetin'. I jus' wanted to meet you fellas, an so far Im most pleased. But if there's anything business-like to be done, Ill let me mate get down to it"

At 11/11/04 12:41 AM, LadyAurin wrote: I'm sorry if I'm intruding on your RP, but I would like to know who you feel your best RPers in this RP are. If you could vote, I would like to test your best RPers. Afterwards, I would like to have them contact me on AIM. Thank you for your time.
---Aurin of the fallen SPC.

(Well, certainly -TheDoctor- and Taelyn, who put an incredible amount of their time into this. I'd also say Tacitacial. And I'm good.....damn good :)...but not the best, don't think as much into it as they do. I just like writing. So that's my input.)

*LeChuck leans over and whispers to Zanzibar very quietly*
"This Cromwell is one helluva upright prick. Damn, all these Immortals should loosen the hell up"
*LeChuck stood and walked over the pick up a chicken leg. Instead of his customary fashion of devouring food and getting it all over the place, he daintily nibbled at the skin.*
"Cromwell lad, we don't exactly have specific plans. We're not lookin' to get filthy rich, because we're already filthy rich. And we don't indulge ourselves at th'expense of others so much anymore. Not since we became filthy damn rich. Matter'o fact, we run things in Tortuga fairly well. We punish heinous crimes justly. And not everyone on Tortuga is a cut-throat, deck-swabbin' criminal. Almost half of our population is just regular men, some who've just committed manslaughter in a bar an didnt mean to, but was facin' the death penalty from yer Farlander! They had no choice but to come to Tortuga."
*He began smoking his cigar and eating the chicken simultaneously as he paced, appearing disgusting, but with no taste buds he didn't really care*
"Although we do have some downright scum on Tortuga, murderers an rapists an the like. But 'tis better that they're happy an staying on Tortuga then runnin' around causin' trouble in Kharad. Ye should be thankin' me."
*He waved his chicken leg in the air as he got more extravagant in his descriptions*
'We got kids, too! Women an families! We're just like the lower levels of Kharad, except we dont kill off our citizens on sight fer no good reason. So you, Mr Cromwell, should shut yer mouth about what ye dont know until ye been to Tortuga an live there fer a'least 30 years. THEN tell me it's chock'full of rapists an murderers, an I might take ye a bit seriously."
*He grabbed a glass of wine and quickly drained it, plopping back down in his seat. He quickly turned to Cromwell*
"An' I was only makin' that crap up about Farlander destroying yer labs to get ye mad at him so we all might kill that bastard. It was worth a shot"

At 11/10/04 05:18 PM, Atomicus wrote: L: "Where are you from, and do you have any friends.. of the immortal persuation? Also, I would like to know what kind of recourses you have and what exactly you're planning on doing with them. You should have no worries, I don't plan on getting in between any kind of civil war."

*LeChuck scratches his chin as he ponders*
"Hmm....billions? Damn.....well,.....damn, that's a lot of Jovians. I'm not sure if I can help you with that, mate. But I'll do my best, see if any of my connections might be able to accomodate ye. And bah to Farlander. If he knows about our meetin', I don't care. Yer not puttin' us in any more danger than we already put ourselves in. I'd be worried about yerselves, bein' that yer tryin to stay on his good side an all. But we wont cause trouble or nothin, rest assured."
*LeChuck reached into his pocket and withdrew a cigar. He lit it and continued*
"Aye, those immortals are interestin indeed. I have only briefly met Cromwell over there fer a minute, an he wasnt the most polite character. But regardless, I dont know any others. About us, ask away my good man....err, lizard"
*LeChuck took in Lizordium's questions as he leaned back and looked at the ceiling, puffing away on his cigar*
"We're from Earth, originally. We sailed the seas back in the late 1700's, pirating an whatnot, all over the Atlantic an Indian ocean. We were both rivals, had a few battles against each other, nothin' special. But one day I had a mighty fierce battle with an Admiral of Her Majesty's Royal, if ya know what I mean. I had a snitchin' cabin boy, an I was ambushed in a cove with 4 Man-o-War on me. We was destroyed, but I was still alive, clingin to a plank, floatin in open water. As luck would have it, Zanzibar came upon me and hauled me in. From there on out we became....mates, essentially. We sailed together an pirated well. After some time we was finally cornered by Her Majesty again, an we both died in a fierce battle, Zanzibar with a dagger in his eye an shot, an me with 30 cutlasses in me. An old cabin boy of ours, Joey the Miner, happened upon a necklace many years later, an he brought it to where we lay dead. He gave his life, an the necklace fused Zanzibar an I together ferever. Now ya cant kill us unless ye kill us both at the same time. An ta do that....I wont tell ye"
*LeChuck grinned as more smoke poured from his mouth*
"So anyway's, we built Tortuga from scratch, an now it's huge, an we rule it. We don't have any frien's of the Immortal lifestyle, per se.....I have a mate that is only still on Earth because he's the devil
s henchman.....but he's cool, not terribly evil. Uh.....right, movin' on"
*Zanzibar was looking a little annoyed at LeChuck's poor form of answering Lizordium's question. LeChuck was a little disappointed in himself, but continued none the less*
"Recourses? Uh.,...we don't have any that i know of, and our plan of action is pretty easy and laid back. We don't plan on startin any wars, so ye dont worry about gettin in the way of any"

At 11/10/04 04:38 PM, Atomicus wrote:

Mortis sits up quickly.*

M: "You're undead aren't you boys?"

*Lizordium passes a fierce glance at Mortis, but says nothing and turns to hear the response. A Jovian soldier brings in two arm-chairs for Cromwell and Zanzibar.*

*LeChuck gave a hearty laugh and slapped his knee*
"Well, not exactly. We're more souls tied to our bodies, than soul-less bodies wanderin' around retarded-like. But ye can call us undead if ya like"
*LeChuck turned to respond to Lizordium*
"Yes, we know about Farlander an' how much he hates us. It was one of the hardest things for him ta do, allowin' Tortuga to become independent. Then we masked ourselves completely an' now he couldn't find it if he tried. So in reality a meetin' at our place wouldn'a been so bad. Except if he saw ye comin'...But I digress"
*He sat up in the bean bag chair, finding it still comfortable*
"I'm jus' gonna be brief. We think Farlander's off his rocker an' takin' others down with him. In terms of you wantin' security fer yer people's, we might be able to house some in Tortuga. Dunno 'bout 500 million, but a good amount. Overall we're jus lookin ta be allies. Feel a storm brewin' on Earth, an Farlander is sittin in the eye of it."
*He sat back and crossed his hands over his stomach*
"I also have reason to believe that he had a part in destroying Cromwell's laboratory. I think he's heavily involved in pollutin' the earth, b/c it's basically his factories down there. You ever hear about any President or anything? me neither. He runs almost everything. He's gotta be stopped"

(outtie. later)

*LeChuck finished admiring Mortis's teeth and gazed around the room. As he was appreciating the decor, he noticed some weapons on the walls. He was particularly impressed with the long plasma spear, able to equip a small blaster underneath and behind the tip if needed. As he was admiring the other weapons he remembered*
"Oh! Blimey, I almost forgot!"
*Making somewhat of a scene, LeChuck dug into his shirt and searched around for a minute. Finally he withdrew the beautiful dagger. He grinned as he offered it towards Lizordium.*
"I...uh....acquired it at a time. I think it may hol' some special meanin' fer ye."
*Lizordium examined the dagger, somewhat impressed but obviously not getting exactly what LeChuck meant.*
"If ye wanna know what I'm talkin' about, ye should read th'inscription on the hilt."
*He turned to Cromwell. His eyes narrowed a bit as he remembered the man*
"So....if it'isnt the fancy scientist who looked down upon me hand that I had spit in. Well...it's actually quite understandable why ye might not have accepted it, ye not bein' a pirate an all....but ye didnt have to be so condescending about it."
*He walked over to a bean bag and sat down, finding it easily conformed to his "jolly" figure. He turned towards Cromwell again*
"Furthermore, I can tell that you think that jus' 'cause we're pirates, ye assume we do all sorts of illegal things an whatnot. Well I'll have ye know that yes, we DO do illegal things. But I don't rape women an' I dont kill children....personally. Yer not such a saint yerself. I heard about yer past....I know some of it as well...."
*He kept an eye on Cromwell as he slowly settled himself back comfortably in his seat, only to move back to face Cromwell seconds later*
"An' another thing....I heard yer lab got destroyed.....perhaps I might have an idea as to who did it..."

At 11/10/04 01:16 PM, Atomicus wrote: M: "Greetings Captain Zanzibar and Sea-King LeChuck, please dock in the open bay. Once you've landed I will take you to a special meeting place."

"Roger that. Docking now"
*The ship docked, and as Zanzibar and LeChuck exited they were greeted by Mortis and several Jovian honor guards, dressed in formal garb and with fancy-looking weapons more for looks than use. LeChuck exited the spacecraft first, standing before Mortis with a grin. He extended his hand in a handshake, without the spit this time*
"Pleased to meet ye, mate. I'm LeChuck, an' that tall gangly one is Zanzibar"