Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] The Fall of Doma
Date:	00-02-23 19:54:01 EST
From:	darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
Reply-to:	ffml@onelist.com
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From: His Dark Lordship <darklord@compusmart.ab.ca>

"Nothing can beat the music of hundreds of voices screaming in unison!" -
Kefka


Cartman sat atop his black steed, surrounded by his black lizar bodyguard.
His black, Darth Maulish cloak slowly fluttered in the wind. The lights of
the Doman fortress flickered in the distance.

This was gonna be sweet.

The skills he had picked up as the Dark Lord's apprentice had given him
copious amounts of authoriteh, and also allowed him to gaze into the Doman
fortress. From this, he and Turan formulated a strategy.

The Doman fortress was set with two walls, an outer wall and an inner wall
in a rather thin hallway. The magitek armour would be useless in this
instance, so their drivers were instead handling the artilery. The plan was
that rather than place the soldiers as sitting ducks in between the two
walls, the artillery would keep a steady flow of fire hopefully opening a
hole for the soldiers to flush in, while the soldiers themselves attempted
to use seige towers and platforms to get across the gap.

Turan knew that the Domans would be prepared for this strategy, but
anything
else was suicide. The troops air-deployed to the north had been informed of
this plan.

Even so, though, Turan knew that many undisiplined grunts would wind up in
the deathtrap between the two walls. News of their victory at Southvale had
reached Vector, and now every boy that could pass for 16 and his dog was
signing into the military for a piece of the action, thus Vector had a lot
of reserves all of a sudden. Turan now had 5000 basically untrained
Vectorian troops added to his roster. Turan had decided that he'd be rather
surpised if half of them actually managed to make it into the citadel.
Sure, High Morale was a good thing. High Morale and no fucking idea what is
going on wasn't, however.

Cartman awaited Turan's signal. The attack was now. Turan raised his sabre,
and lowered it, and the charge was on.

Cartman had been told by the Dark Lord that he wasn't to actually take major
part in this battle, which completely sucked, but he and the bodyguard
would sit back and observe the battle scene.

Cartman watched the first wave of soldiers clambor up the walls. As he
gazed, he saw two soldiers get sprayed with the Doman's Greek Fire, which
set thier skin ablaze, and they fell screaming into the deathtrap below.
Many more clutched at various parts of their body as they fell off the
wall. A few found decent cover and started feeding the bridges, most of
which were covered in that damn greek fire. The artillery was pounding away
at the walls. Things were gonna get a lot uglier a lot quicker.

* * * * *

Fibi stared at the remains of his comrade. Kurok had been his childhood
friend, and now an exploding bolt had sent part of him to Fibi and part
into that ditch there. He swore.

The ditch itself was about 4 feet wide. Fibi stared about.

On the walls itself there were puddles of gore. Bodies dismembered by the
Doman arrows. A few of the doman swordsman had even taken the liberty to
climb the second wall and dismember soldiers. He heard a scream of a
Vectorian knight and felt something wet fly into his face and hit his feet
below him. If was a soldier's intestines, covered in blood and bile.

Not exactly pretty, but Fibi was used to warfare by now. He pulled up his
Pike. The enemy was near.

Without even looking, he whirled about and trust his pike foward. The Doman
swordmans gasped and clutched the spear that had impaled his gut. Blood
quickly covered his lips. Pitiful, considering how he has dismembered a man
twice Fibi's size just seconds ago.

Using a nook in the rock as a fulcrum, he put the butt end of his pike
against the wall. The swordsman screamed a ghastly scream. Fibi felt rather
sorry for him. His motive for this is that it would dishearten the Doman
defenders. Slowly, his voice continuting to rise, the swordsman slid down
the pike, painting the brown pole with a red tinge.

"Lotta good that training did you now, huh?" snarled Fibi. He kicked the
Doman in the gut, stopping the screaming from the soldier so the soldier
could throw up blood. Finally, he pulled the remaining part of the pike
out, and kicked the swordsman off.

Fibi continued to look around. A rather smart group of soldiers had taken
advantage of some cover on the wall to set up a cover of fire so the seige
bridges could be laid out. More soldiers were doing this, and, though Fibi
could not see it, he heard the last gasps of life as a Doman or Henriksen
soldier was struck in a vital spot.

Fibi knew that the Domans had already evacuated most of the city. All it was
was a heavily defended fortress with a few of the civilians left. Most
likely the population was waiting the battle out from beyond the treeline.
That would make for a quick, easy escape if Doma fell, and a quick return
if Doma maintained.

Ah well, he thought. Pillaging wouldn't be the best thing to have on his
mind right now.

The bridges were taking too long, and too many casulties were being taken.
More and more Vectorian and Moogle soldiers clutched thier guts as an
explosive bolt hit them, only to cover their former comrades with
themselves. A few groups couldn't handle it and broke away. Most of them
had been cut down by those behind.

Fibi swore. He had to take initiative.

The swordsman was still alive, holding the gaping hole in his chest. Fibi
knew what he had to do.

With strength he didn't know he had, he hoisted the soldier up. The
swordsman was in complete shock. He couldn't tell what was happening. Fibi
stood behind him, positioned his pike and drove it through him. There was
no scream this time.

Fibi saw a Moogleboar munching on the remains of another swordsman. He
yelled it over. It trotted over, and then growled as a bolt struck it's
shoulder. The growl turned to a screech when the bolt exploded, taking it's
left arm with it. Blood sprayed onto one of the last grey parts of the
outer wall.

Fibi swore. He yelled it over. Somewhat fearful, it limped over. Fibi handed
it the pike and directed it to a rather troublesome archer across the gap.
The Boar roared and made a leap across the deathtrap. The pike struck the
archer across his stomache, and his guts spilled out. He screamed as he
dropped into the city. The boar quickly jumped to his feet, and thrust the
pike into another archer. The archer screeched as it joined the now limp
swordsman on the Pike. Fibi saw his chance. He grabbed the swordsman's
sword, still too big for him, and leaped across the gap. He darted up and
swung to his left. There was nothing there but it made a good precaution.
He hit the boar's back, motioning it to follow him, and the boar did, with
the screaming archer still on the pike and the limp swordsman randomly
slapping him as the boar ran.

Fibi rushed to where they were attempting to place the bridge over the gap.
Weilding the oversized blade with both hands, he managed to swing it across
a soldier's stomache, slicing open his entrails. The soldier clutched his
gut and screamed. Fibi enchanced this by punching the soldier in the wound
and ripping out his abdomen. He waved it at the soldier's face and the
soldier fanted and fell into the deathtrap. He then tossed the organ at the
other guard, currently attending with the moogleboar. Unable to see for a
split second allowed the blood mad and obviously suicidal one armed beast
to thrust the pike through his throat. He gasped. Fibi quickly grabbed hold
of the greek fire the guards were defending, and tossed a vial at a nearby
Henriksen, who was tossing one at the bridge. He clutched the shoulder the
fluid hit and then screamed as his body slowly combusted.

Fibi looked at his boar companion. There was now a dead swordsman, a
screaming archer, a henriksen swordsman also screaming, and a pitful,
wimpering but obviously over the river acheron, on the pike. Then, in an
instant the pike was on the ground and the burning mass that was the
moogleboar howled and fell into the city, where several backup soldiers
immedietly hacked it to bits.

Fibi grabbed another vial of Greek fire and tossed it down at the soldier.
They all screamed as they were set ablaze and were cut down by thier
lieutenant. He then grabbed his pike and, hoisting the blade end, pulled it
out of the screaming occupants. He looked at his hands. He had cut them. He
swore, and then kicked the screaming and dead into the pit, where they
joined many other half dead individuals.

The blood was maddening. He was in a frenzy. He wanted to kill more. He took
his pike in both hands, mixing his blood with the blood already on the
pole, and thrust at an archer. He struck the archer in the leg, but the
force behind it drove it right through his leg. The archer screamed and
fell. Fibi braced his foot against the archer and slowly pulled his pike
out of the soldier's leg. The Archer screamed. When the pike was withdrawn,
he kicked him into the pit.

The archers couldn't hold it anymore. The bridge was placed. Another bridge
was placed further down, and another. The first step was now completed.

Fibi looked at the screaming masses, and even some who sat there, somewhat
comforted by thier wounds. His blood rage had gotten to him. No one was
gonna use all the greek fire, anyway.

Slowly, he emptied the vials onto the screaming casulties, inducing more
screams.

Walking along the wall, pouring the liquid onto them. Moogles, humans, he
didn't care.

And then he tripped on a brick and joined the screaming masses in the
flames.

But his service was invaluable. The Vector/Moogle soldiers poured into the
city, and every Doman/Henriksen soldier that chose to stay and fight was
slaughtered.

* * * * *

The room was black.

But it was not silent. The sole light came from a candle that showed off the
painted face of the Empire's Doctor Kefka.

He cackled.

He had insisted on coming for the assault. However, rather than contribute,
Kefka merely disabled several soldier's legs and brought them here.

He strolled over to one wimpering soldier, who had his gut sliced open and
was merely being kept alive by Kefka's majick.

Kefka looked at him and grinned. Slowly, he pulled out the soldiers
intestine partially, and set the candle under it.

Had this not been deep beneath a city being pillaged, one would have heard
the soldier's frantic screams.

* * * * * *

Cyan stood on the vessel. He looked back at his realm. A tear slowly flowed
down his eye.

Doma was now occupied. The last Doman citizens likely to survive were on
this Literal Armada.

Cyan had had the entire realm evacuated, except for those stubborn ones that
chose to remain, and those that chose to remain as a distraction. Some of
the army had escaped, but, until Mog was defeat, Doma was under Moogle
Command.

The plan was fairly simple. Cyan and the council would make a mock capital
at South Figaro. Nikeah was to serve as the military base and likely the
line of battle.

Since the evacuation had been fairly hasted, Cyan had only a meager idea
what ship each councilmen was on. The Fonz, Hitler and Jordan had one
vessel. Kat and Lance had another, he and GoGo were here, and Ladice...

Good god, he had completely forgotten about Ladice. She wasn't anywhere near
the capital when he made the plans to evacuate.

He swore.

"What up, G?" asked GoGo, sitting beside him.

"Ladice... is dead. She's off at some Barony that will fall to the
Moogles."

"Well, that was real fucking ingenious of you, motherfucker."

Cyan sighed.

* * * * * * * * *

The Fonz, Adolf Hitler and Micheal Jordan sat in the cabin. The ships had
docked, but they still had something to take care of.

"Alright, 'ere we go." said the Fonz. "The tie iz 9-9 'n gamez of Monopoly.
Jordan, I'm a gentleman, you go first."

"No, no, I insist you do." retorted Jordan.

"Alright then."

"You know, ve never vould be in vis situation had ve killed all vose silly
moogles." grumbled Hitler, sitting on the bed.

"Yeah, but... what can you do..." sighed Jordan.

"Ve can mount an invasion! A Genocide! Someving! I've never seen such a
poorly run racial var! Vis iz bullshvit!"

Jordan merely chuckled.

None of the three men noticed the figure in the shadows.

(Shadow, this is YOUR cue)

-- 
The eternal lord of darkness...


Subj:	 [ffml] [MW] Not So Happy Days (Part 1)
Date:	00-02-25 13:55:00 EST
From: ReCoN3DFX@aol.com

(author's note: This particular ship has NOT docked yet, and is still heading 
to where it will dock...)

The Fonz, Jordan, and Hitler were all playing a nice game of Monopoly.  
Oblivious to their surroundings, they had been playing it for the last 4 
hours straight.

"I'm telling you ve need to stop playing vis crap and vind out about Doma's 
situatciun!" Hilter yelled.

"Aeeeeeeyyyy." The Fonz adjusted his collar. "Monopoly iz the game of 
champions.  You just sit back and shut up, before the Fonz has to put you 
into submission."

"Damn you!" Hitler responded angerly.

"Adolf, Adolf.  This is no time for us to be arguing.  Hey, I just passed Go, 
where's my $200?" Jordan said, ever calm.

"You know somethin'?  The ship seems to me...you know...a little more quiet 
than usual...." Fonz remarked.

"The guards are probably just being quiet."

"There iz something vrong!" Hilter yelled.

"Go check it out for yerself, aeeeeeey....itz my turn...gimme that dice..."

Hilter cursed under his breath.  Those two idiots, he thought.  They wouldn't 
care if the world was going to end in the next 10 minutes, they'd still be 
playing the stupid board game.  He got up from the bed and walked to the 
stairs that led up to the main floor of the ship.

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Everywhere, there was blood.  Red tinted the walls.  It tinted the floors.  
It soaked the fabric on the seats.  Blood.  The essence of life.  It flowed 
almost endlessly out of the bodies of the men who lay on the ground.  A sea 
of blood.  The assassin enjoyed it all.  Slowly, he took his dagger and 
licked it's bloody blade.  Now that the ship's crew was dead...it was time to 
take care of the three men downstairs...

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Hitler slowly walked up the stairs.  The silence was deafeaning.  Something 
was wrong.  Very wrong.

As he made his way up, he heard a strange sound.  Something was dripping.  He 
stepped into the room.  There was a puddle of blood on the floor in front of 
him.  The puddle every few seconds would ripple because of droplets of blood 
coming from the ceiling.  Hitler looked up and saw that something was written 
there with blood.  He read the word...

"Vut the hell..."  It said "Hello.  You're dead."  

"Vut is going von here?!"

"Nothing that concerns you in the least bit."

With that, Hitler felt a stabbing pain in his back.  Suddenly, he felt 
something tugging  in the inside of his abdomen.  Looking downwards, he saw 
the sharp end of a dagger rip through the middle of his gut, spewing blood 
everywhere with it.

"Agghhhh...vut have you done..."

"I believe I've killed you."

With that, the assassin withdrew his seven foot long blade and Adolf's body 
slipped to the floor with a loud "THUMP.".

"One down...two to go...".  The assassin started to walk down the stairs, 
when the ship lurched forward suddenly.  He slipped on Hitler's blood, and 
slammed his head hard against the wood floor.  The assassin was unconscience.

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"I won!  I won!  Yeah!  Bow down to the greatest Monopoly player of all 
time!" Jordan yelled in sheer joy.

"I can't beleeve I've lost against youz.  This will never, ever happen 
again!" The Fonz said in disgust.

"By the way...where's Hitler?"

"I don't know...didn't he go up the stairz?"

As the Fonz said this, the ship all of a sudden shakes violently, then a huge 
"CRASH!" is heard, as if the ship has slammed into a rock.

"Damn!  I think we just crashed into something!  What is the damn navigator 
doing?!"

"Heez obviously not paying careful attention to hiz surroundingz!" (author's 
note: How ironic...)

"Well, let's go upstairs, and find out what the hell is happening."  Jordan 
remarked, as he started to walk towards the stairs.

"Look!  The ship iz starting to flood with water!"

"Damn!  We've got to get off this thing!  Let's go!"

The two councilmen walked upstairs...

(To be continued...REAL SOON....)

-=Shadow=-