Subj: [ffml] [MW] Little Hitler
Date: 00-06-01 22:50:39 EDT
From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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Turan sat at his table. The same throne was used by Mog a week before. Turan
had ordered the cum stains removed, but each cleaning revealed new ones,
and Turan needed his throne for his meetings.
Turans advisors all sat around him.
"Alright." said Turan. "As you all know, I want Figaro. However, one thing I
learned from a recent episode is that before we conquer our enemies
outside, we must defeat our enemies inside."
The council nodded.
"Denar opened my eyes a bit about the possibility of hidden agendas. He also
awakened me to the obvious fact that humans despised us Moogles ruling
them, even if I myself have thier blood flowing in my viens."
"So what do you propose we do? Denar has been slain, we've located his body,
the Vectorian Military has been anihilated, and the Doman resistance is
fading." asked an advisor.
"It isn't enough." said Turan. "In the smaller settlements, the Moogleboars
have managed to submit the Humans into believing we are thier rulers, but
the larger cities, that isn't possible. Denar and the Doman resistance only
represent the tip of the iceberg that threatens to revolt at the first
opportunity."
"You have yet to answer my question, Sire." said the Advisor. "What do you
propose we do."
"With the exception of those towns surrounding here, the ones that hail me
as King, I want all humans within my borders exterminated."
The council blinked.
"What?" they all asked simulaniously.
"We cannot afford to have thier vermin riling up our plans, especially if we
are to take Figaro."
The council nodded.
"Alert the Generals." said one.
The council filtered out. Turan twirled his throne around, and looked out
his window. The sun was setting into the mountains, casting rays of light,
like a shattered glass. One of these beams shone on Turan. He slowly tapped
his fingers together.
"Ah, sire?" asked one of the councilment from behind him.
"Yes?"
"Should we exterminate them in the traditional manner?"
Turan chuckled.
"Sure, why not?"
The councilman nodded and stepped out. Turan grinned. The streets of Vector
would be alive tonight, but he would not be able to see it. He had other
things to attend to.
When he was certain he was alone in the room, he called out somewhat
beconingly,
"Mogomra..."
Slowly, the form of the Archmage filtered in, blocking the sunlight,
covering the room in a slight shade.
"What?" he grumbled.
"I wanted to express my gratitude for placing me here." smiled Turan.
"You couldn't have waited? I was enjoying the finest nap, dreaming of your
first slaying."
"Yes, you enjoy my thoughts, hmm? THen you are aware of what I will do
next."
Mogomra chuckled.
"I own you, Turan. I know your every thought, I can foresee your every
move."
Turan chuckled.
"Perhaps, but recall those hours of free thought you gave me, shortly after
the defeat of the Reptites? Well, it just so happens that I recieved word
of two individuals that were seen in the city, and a.. figure, with them. I
struck a deal with them, then, using the Magitek factory, struck the memory
from my mind. Yes, while you were sleeping, ignoring your pet."
Mogomra laughed.
"So how do you know that this took place?"
Turan pulled a sheet of paper off the table.
"I added it to the speech I just gave them. And, as I recall from that, they
should be here any minute now."
Mogomra suddenly felt a presence. Two.. no three. How they had slipped his
forsight evaded him, but before he knew it, he had two Dragoons standing
behind him, with thier lances aimed at his back.
Mogomra furrowed his brow.
"You wretch!"
"Now now, I'm letting you leave." sneered Turan, who then broke into a
smirk. "In light of your recent service to me."
"Bah. I could send these two humans to hell if I wanted to."
"Somehow I doubt it." said a third, deep voice from behind him."
Mogomra whirled about. Before him stood an awesome sight. A ten foot tall
reptile, with scales of the purest white. A long, turquois cloak donned his
body. A light blue breastplate covered his chest. Arms built like a
gorillas, legs splitting with muscles, with a foot long claw extending out
of each, begging to be let at him.
"You... I've... heard of you..."
"Loltrek, Czar of the Holy Light." said the figure. "And I believe any
majickal power you had is currently being blocked. I would suggest you
leave as I despise evil."
Mogomra stared at Turan coldly, then, in a flash of black smoke, he was
gone.
"You have not seen the last of me, Turan." echoed through the room.
Turan chuckled.
"Not bad." he said.
"Cut the crap, pal." grumbled Kain. "Just give us the damn book."
Turan chuckled, and pulled open a drawer, revealing the Necromonicon Ex
Mortis. He tossed it to Loltrek, who just let it bounce off him.
"What was that?" he asked, suddenly.
Kain and Cid blinked. Cid then grabbed the book and pocketed it.
"There. I've honored my part. You may go." said Turan.
Then, the door swung open.
"Hey! What the fuck is this crap?" yelled Cartman.
Loltrek stared at Turan.
Turan shrugged.
"Mog got him."
"Gah, you guys are hella-lame." grumbled Cartman. "Screw you guys." Cartman
then pointed off to the north. "I'm going home."
And Cartman disapeared in a whiff of smoke.
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