Subj: [ffml] [MW] The assault
Date: 99-12-03 20:11:49 EST
From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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From: His Dark Lordship
Mog looked at Denar angrilly. He held a steely gaze that didn't move, it
only grew angrier and angrier.
"I thought I convinced you to keep quiet." he said finally.
"B.. brother, I'm sorry." said Denar. "I was not aware that you were
concerned over such a little thing-"
"It's NOT A LITTLE THING!" yelled Mog, standing up, revealing his loaded
crotch. "I am a half breed! A hermathodite!" he yelled.
Denar sighed.
"Considering the Moogle Regime is the ultimate sex addicts, I'm surprised
you are embarassed."
"Shut up." scoffed Mog. "Just shut up."
"Brother.." started Denar. "Our contact informs me that the one known as Kat
has a Henriksen army headed right for here."
Mog started up.
"Seriously?"
Denar nodded.
Mog nodded.
"Activate the town defenses. Rally the soldiers. Let's show them we're not
something to fuck with."
* * * * * * *
In Cyan's War Room.
Adolf Hitler and Michael Jordan had once again returned.
"Art thou staying this time?"
"Yesh." said Hitler.
"You bet." said Jordan.
"Fine." said Cyan. "Now, as we know, Kat has left with the Henriksen force
to retake Vector. We then will place Ladice on the throne."
Ladice nodded.
"Thank you."
"It won't fucking work." said GoGo. "Motherfucking Vector is too fucking
well defended."
"We must try." said Cyan.
"Aye!" said the Fonz.
Smura sat there silently, thoughts a plenty running through his head.
"What is your opinion, Smura?" asked Cyan.
"I really should be there with her." he said suddenly, as if something had
occured to him.
Cyan raised an eyebrow.
* * * * * * *
Tyler looked at a Moogle sentry at the wall.
"What's he up to?" he asked finally.
Magnus simply shook his head.
Suddenly they noticed something. The tech city was glowing brighter. Tyler
looked around to see large cannons rising out of monuments.
"A drill?"
The Moogle Sentry at the wall waved his hand to another soldier, who gave
the same signal to another. He nodded and pulled out a radio.
Suddenly, a war siren was heard.
* * * * * * * * *
Turan awoke in bed. He wondered why he was in the infirmary. A loss in a
battle? He couldn't remember. He heard a noise. A war siren? Was Vector
being attacked?
He jumped out of bed. A nurse saw him.
"You have to rest!"
"Go to hell, skank." swore Turan as he looked around for his sword. He found
his closet full of his armour and weapons. No one in the infirmary stopped
him as he ran out to battle.
He found a soldier. The soldier saluted him.
"At ease. Who is attacking?"
"Henriksens. It's Doma!"
Turan swore and continued on to the battlements.
* * * * * * *
Doctor Kefka emerged on his balcony overlooking the great city.
He looked inside to the Magitek factory.
"Now then..." he said. "Let the first Magitek warfare in over six hundred
years commense!"
He laughed his ever famous laugh.
Below him, in a large hangar he had constructed, the doors to the town broke
open.
Marching, side by side, were suits of Magitek armour, piloted by human and
moogle alike.
Kefka strolled to his control board. He threw a few more switches.
A large cylinder atop the factory began to glow as it's power was slipped to
the cannons.
Kefka laughed again.
* * * * * * *
Mog walked into the jail. The guard gave him an odd look.
"I need to see the prisoner."
The guard simply stared at him.
"Show me the prisoner now!" yelled Mog.
The soldier cued in. He took him to the cell.
Junior stared at Mog.
"You..."
Mog stood silent.
"You would kill your own son to hide your secret."
"It doesn't matter anymore. The secret is out, and I have you to thank."
growled Mog. "Having you killed now would be a moot point."
"So you will make me rot here for centuries..." wispered Junior.
"No, that would be too cruel." chuckled Mog. "Or not cruel enough. You're a
pacifist, right?"
Junior nodded slowly.
Mog snapped his fingers. Several soldiers rushed in and grabbed Junior.
"What the-" gasped Junior as they took him outside. He looked up at the
abomination that was before him. "NO!" he yelled in disgust.
Mog chuckled.
"I had Doctor Kefka design this special suit along with the others in
secret. While in it, you are nothing more than a killing machine."
Junior blinked.
"NOOO!" he yelled. "I won't do it! I won't!"
Mog chuckled.
"It was good to see you again, /son/."
The Soldiers threw Junior into the machine, which closed up on him. The
glass was soundproof, but you could see the Moogle screaming inside through
the glass.
Mog nodded and several soldiers welded the doorway shut, inducing further
screams from Junior from inside.
Mog then skipped over to a circutboard that was wired to the suit. He
laughed into a microphone.
"Prepare to be the ultimate weapon, son."
* * * * * *
Junior looked around the small pod he was in frantically. He had to get out
of here!
He examined the thing some more. All that was around him were small metal
arms with needle attachments.
He grumbled. He couldn't control this thing without hooking himself in.
And there was no exit either.
He shook his head. Maybe he could hook himself in and still control this
thing. Use it to escape. Maybe even find Turan and get him out too.
Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his leg. A needle was imbedded in it!
And the other, too! He looked out his viewing glass to see Mog pull his
hand off a circuit board.
"Father!" he yelled. "You don't know what you're committing! STOOOP!"
Needles in his shoulders, his hands.
A soft, pink gel began to flow into the pod.
"MOG! FATHER! PLEASE!!!!" he began to beg.
He felt a sudden poking in the back of his head. He felt his skin pierced,
then his thoughts became disjointed. He gazed forward sullenly as the gel
filled the entire pod. Liquid Air. His body became numb. All he could feel
were his thoughts, and his eyes.
He saw an army approaching, standards flaring. He had the sudden urge to be
out there, tearing those small beings limb from limb. He tried to clear his
mind. This wasn't him! He didn't do evil things like this! He never wanted
to! Or had he...
His youth was warlike, before he was banished. He had threatened to Mog to
reveal his secret if he couldn't... have access to Mog's harem? NO! He shut
his eyes. It wasn't true! But it was true, but he wasn't like that anymore!
He didn't want to be like that! He didn.... He didn.... He did.
He was one with the suit of armour. He saw Mog grinning as he swung his arm
about as a test. He flexed his mechanical muscles. Slowly, his legs started
to move, and he broke free of the wires holding him. He marched forward,
and was soon in the lead of the armour regiment, silently awaiting the
taste of blood of his father's enemies.
--
The eternal lord of darkness...
"I am mother fucking Gogo, mother fucker of the mother fucking mother
fucker!!"
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