Subj: [ffml] [MW] New Heroes Date: 98-09-19 19:15:18 EDT From: Sky H Ainsworth Bacca limped out of the house he had been staying in. Vector had been destroyed twice in twenty years, yet the inhabitants had learned well and rebuilt their city the best way they could. Taking advantage of the natural defense of the city, they had formed a large perimeter to the south, so they held all of the penisula. Refugees from all over the world had been streaming in since the Second Moogle War had began and the new inhabitants had come together to strive through the turmoils of war and possible annihilation. "I think these people can withstand any assault the Dark Alliance can throw against them," said Scotts as he walked beside Bacca. "There are enough soldiers here from different countries that they have a good fighting force and enough resources to sustain them. The only thing they lack is a coherent leadership. Since the new Emperor of Vector was killed by the moogles, only the governor of Vector was alive and able to claim leadership. And he's barely doing the job. "The only thing keeping these people together is there fear of moogles." Bacca nodded and contuining walking with his cane. "Choose a high ranking officer, one with a lot of experience, and have him become the new military leader here. Bolster the command of the Governor, but make it clear to him that our officer holds control. Instruct the officer to organize the troops here, erect new defenses to the south, and ensure the food supplies of the refugees. The officer will became the military governer of Vector." "Understood," said Scotts. "Now, as to our new allies." "Yes," said Scotts. He led Bacca to an inn where a lot of loud noise could be heard coming from within. Most of the noise was raucus laughing. Entering the inn, Bacca saw Steve Austion and several costumed figures sitting at a table, yelling, laughing, and drinking. One man, with a blue and red mask covering his face was swaying back and forth. "I'm fuckin' annihilated man. I'm so trashed right now, man. I'm like so gone," said the man over and over. Steve Austin saw Bacca and stood up and greeted the warrior. "Well, if ain't the pansy who almost got himself killed," said the warrior. "I damn well thought we had lost your sorry ass back there to those damn orcs. I must say that I've seen better fighting between my grandparents then you and that Drugga son of a bitch." Austin stopped for a moment and spoke in a lower tone. "But I admire you for going after your woman like that." Bacca nodded in return. "Let me introduce you to some friends of mine," said Austin. "These are my buddies from the Pool Wrestling Federation. I would have got people from the World Wrestling Federation, but those big sorry, sacks of crap did not feel like getting out of their dressing rooms and getting themselves dirty. So instead, I got these even lamer turds to come and help us fight." Austin went to the table and began introducing the characters. "This is the bulwark of the PWF. His name is the Caretaker, a former groundskeeper at a cemetary. He's like the Undertaker, in that he is so involved in his own little world, you don't know what the hell he is talking about half the time." A large, barrel chested man stood up and eyed Bacca as if Bacca had offended him. He then broke out in a grin and shook the High Lords hand. Bacca took note of the sleeveless, black custodian outfit he wore and his short cropped brown hair. The man had huge muscles on his arms. "This is one of the strangest and sorriest excuses for a wrestler I have ever seen. But when we he starts to fight, he'll kick your ass. He's definitely one of the strongest sons of a buck you will ever meet." The man was white, but had long black hair done in dreadlocks that covered his head in a great mass. "His name is the Master. He's some retarded guy they picked up off the streets." The Master sat at the table, several empty plates of food before him, yet he still ate. His hands were in his lap, under the table, moving around in rythymic motions. "Hey! Stop that!" said the Caretaker. "Umph?" uttered the Master. He placed his hands on the table and continued to stare at his half eaten steak. "This man," continued Austin, "is the leader of the Gay Pride Parade. His Ass-Holiness himself, the Assman. A former proctologist turned wrestler." The small man wore a red and blue mask that exposed only his eyes and mouth. He wore a see-threw, white t-shirt that showed he was wearing a bra underneath. Over this, he wore a black vest and a pink cumberbund with the words "Belt of Ass" imprinted on it. The Assman was leaning back and had one foot propped against the edge of the table. He wore animal claw booties. Bacca then took note of his tied-dye briefs. "Now this guy is a man after my own heart. This is the Duke, some loaf who used to play basketball. But he kicks ass." The Duke was a tall white man, with a long goatee and buzzed, blond hair. He wore jeans and a wife-beater. He had the same hard expression as Austin. "And the rest of the these guys are of no mention. You got the 1-2-and-a-half Kid. He's half man, half woman, half something. Spainish Fly, Mystical, The Surgeon, and The Aztec." As Austin introduced the last man, who wore a yellow and black mask, the Duke punched him in the arm. "Hey man, that fucking hurt man," said the Aztec in low tones. "Don't make me cupacabra your ass, eh." "Well, Bacca, these are the people I brought, and that's the bottom line." "Thank you, Austin. We can use them." The two exchanged nods and Bacca and Scotts lefted the inn. Leaving Vector, Bacca and Scotts walked to a gaint robot. A ladder extended from the body and at the feet, three men in identical jumpsuits sat around a campfire. "Greetings. I am Bacca, High Lord of All That Kicks Ass." The three men stood up and shook hands. "Hi. We are the Beastie Boys and we heard about the oppression that the Moogles are laying on the land." "Yeah," said another man in a high voice. "I mean we got to a put stop to all of this insane business and make sure they don't interfere our peoples rights." "Right to party, you know what I'm saying?" said the third man. "So anyways, we are ready to help you guys anyway we can," said the first man. Bacca nodded. "Thank you. We've been having trouble with the moogles dreadnaughts, which are almost as big as your robot here. In the coming battles, we will gladly need your support in eliminating those foes." "Ah-ight," said the three men. "You got it chief." The men shook hands and Bacc and Scotts left. Walking to an army encampment, Bacca saw that all the men wore quilts. At the edge of the camp, sentries stopped Bacca and Scotts. "What do you want?" asked a sentry. "To speak to your commander," said Scotts. The sentry nodded and a message was relayed. A moment later, Bacca and Scotts entered the camp and were directed to a campfire. There, three men stood up and greeted them. The man before the other two had no beard, dark brown hair, and a serious, almost empty look in his face. The man to his right had reddish brown hair, a full beard, and wore a metal chest plate. The man to the left was smaller then the rest and had black hair and piercing grey eyes. He looked about him with a slight grin on his face. "Who are you?" asked the lead man. "I am Bacca, High Lord of All That Kicks Ass." "Ha!" laughed the shorter man. He walked past Bacca to a pot beside the fire and started tasting the stew. "You can't be Bacca. I'm prettier then this man." He said the last as if he were talking to the air. "Yes father, I'll ask him," said the short man. "If I fight with you Bacca, do I get to kill the moogles?" Bacca looked to Scotts, who shrugged. "Who you talking to, white boy?" "Yes father," said the man to the air again. Looking to Bacca, he said, "To your mom. Now, don't change the subject and answer the fucking question!" "What?" said Bacca. The man with dark brown hair spoke, with a slight laugh. "I'm William Wallace, and I've brought my army of Scotsman here to fight with you Bacca. To fight for freedom. These moogles have deprived us for too long of that and we must stop them. For without out freedom, we have nothing, we are not really men." Bacca looked to Scotts again, who shrugged in response. "Very well," said Bacca. "Thank you, Wallace. We gladly accept your support. We will notify you as to when we move out soon." "Aye." Bacca and Scotts made their goodbyes and left. As they walked back to Vector, Bacca turned to his comrade in arms and spoke. "What do you think of our new allies?" "I wonder who has more to fear, the moogles or us?" Bacca laughed at Scotts joke. Sky H Ainsworth Date: 98-09-19 21:20:51 EDT From: His Dark Lordship Drugga looked over the premisis with his binoculars. "Yep, 'ez gotz sum weerd wunz, awright." Drugga sighed and looked to BeatGug, then turned back. "'Ey! It's a bonch uv Goat Fukas! Ah wunda if dot MacLeod dood iz dare?" "Dot'z a difrant seeriez, Drugga." said BeatGug. "Ah well, no matta. If dey come, weez'll 'jus yooze da beeg gunz. 'An Ah'll call ma brutha Gurtha. 'e'll know sum wayz ta keek sum 'umie botz. Come now, weez gotz ta prepare for da great Whuuuugh!" Drugga and BeatGug hopped on their boars and rode away. -- The eternal lord of darkness... Some people hope to achieve immortality through their works or their children. I would prefer to achieve it by not dying. -- Woody Allen -GM of FF2c -Ruler of #ffml System: Amiga 4000/040 Opalvision ---INTEL/MICROSOFT FREE---