Subj: [ffml] [MW] Reunion... part 2
Date: 99-12-12 19:47:28 EST
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Turan rested on his sword. A sly grin came across his face.
He looked at the many Lance Henriksens that lay, dead before him. He wiped
the blood off his great blade once more. He chuckled again.
He got up, and examined them more readily. One of them seemed to be still
moveing.
He strolled up to him.
"So, you thought you could contend with the great power of Mog." he laughed.
"Well.." he drove his sword through the soldier's gut. The flesh parted
easily as he struck what seemed to be metal.
He blinked.
"What the-"
He kicked the soldier over. The sword had struck into the soft peatmoss
soil. This ground was oddly soft, and there was something metallic below.
Quickly checking to see no one around, he grabbed a pile of the soil and
threw it aside. And another, and another. He kept digging like a dog until
he saw what he had struck.
It was a trapdoor, tightly sealed, as Turan learned as he moogle muscles
popped as he tried to open it.
"Shit..." he grumbled.
He examined his blade. Mog had said he had it made to resemble the blade of
his Mother's. Turan wondered for a second, then another idea occured to
him.
One of the Vectorian soldiers lie fallen nearby. He was unable to get a shot
off those fancy magitek guns that had come off the production line. Turan
grabbed it, aimed it at the panel, and fired.
Nothing happened. He felt the gun wanting to burst. He swore. It was
jammed.
It quickly occured to him that the fine material in the gun kept it from
exploding. It was a enchanted form of iron, something his sword should be
able to break.
He examined the long blade. What was under there? Was he really that
curious?
He felt something calling him from underground. He had the whole battle.
He placed the buldging gun on the panel, stepped several yards back and drew
his sword back. He was about to release when he heard a "ca-chank-a-chung"
from behind him. He whirled about.
He was staring at a gigantic piece of magitek armour. But this was different
from most, which had a driver. This piece had a small pane of glass in it's
belly with the demented face of a moogle on it. Written on it's torso was
the sick name of "Junior."
That name seemed familiar. Turan couldn't quite remember where, though.
However, the hulking mass of metal seemed to know what was going on. It
raised it's Magitek cannon arm, and fired at the trapdoor.
Turan barely had enough time to dive behind the mass as the ground went
ablaze.
* * * * * *
When he came to, the mass was gone.
Turan shook his head. He examined the charred soil around the gaping hole in
the ground, and then the hole. It descended into darkness. Almost
unknowingly, he jumped down.
He hit another piece of metal rather quickly. This suddenly gave way and
Turan yelped. It crashed on another piece of metal and disintegrated. Turan
examined his leg.
"Not broken..." he said.
He got up. He could not tell where he was, but he could tell that the air
was old. Very old. He saw a set of stairs heading down. He then examined a
small railing on the wall behind him. He had just destroyed an elevator, he
assumed.
Although he was worried about the foundations of this place, he felt no
other choice than to head down the stairwell. It oddly enough held under
him, which he was thankful. He took many careful steps before he reached
what he thought to be the bottom. He had cast a few light spells but they
had died out rather quickly. There was some sort of majick in this place,
something powerful.
It took him an hour or so reach what appeared to be the bottom. The light
had completely given out by this time, and Turan was thankful for a railing
that was aside the stairs. He tried another light spell.
Although the purpose of the concoxion was to give light for a few feet in
front of and behind him, the spell exploded. He clentched his eyes shut for
several minutes as the extreame brightness adjusted his eyes through the
lids. Finally, when he could see, he looked about.
He was in a gigantic room. More importantly, he saw, he was surrounded by an
armada of suits of armour. Similar to the magitek armour, but more
advanced, it appeared. And much more grim.
Written on the legs and sides of many were names given for the abominations.
"Longfang, Crimson Eyes, Steelwulf" and many others. One suit in paticular
really caught his eye. It towered over the others, and instead of hands it
had two gigantic blades that stood out. His sword seemed microscopic in
comparison, and he almost for a second doubted his manhood.
This paticular piece's name had chipped off due to age. How old was this
place, he wondered. A great cannon of some sort stood out of it's torso.
It's head resembled a giant skull.
He saw an opening in the centre. Crawling in, he found absolutely not forms
of machinery. He was perplexed. How the hell did this thing work?
It finally occured to him that this place needed energy. Probably the
Generator gave out, he figured.
It occured to him that Doctor Kefka would love this place. But he had never
liked the man. He seemed to have motives that only seemed to roughly relate
to Mog's.
He crawled out of the beast. How proud his father would be, seeing him lead
the Magitek regiment in this great thing. He immediately began looking
around for what could be a power source.
* * * * * * * * *
Sephiroth examined the charred soil.
"Drugga." he began. "I'm still having second thoughts about meeting up with
him."
"Da, dun' be radiculos." grunted Drugga. "Yooz 'n 'm shud least meet wunce.
Ya may afta kill 'im lata."
"Oh sure." Sephiroth rolled his eyes in imitation of Jaana. "As if knowing
him is going to make killing a lot easier."
"Itz Orky tradition." grunted Drugga.
"In case you've forgotten..." groaned Sephiroth. "I'm not an Ork."
"Yer Orky, tho.. serta. Weez gotz werkz ta do, tho."
Sephiroth sighed.
"Woah, check diz out. It'z a beeg gaping hole. WAAAAAGH!"
Sephiroth got up. That was an ork battle cry. But Drugga was nowhere to be
seen. He ran to where Drugga was standing. There was a hole.
"Drugga?" he yelled.
"Check diz out!" yelled Drugga from below.
Sephiroth shrugged, and hopped down.
They were on a piece of metal facing a stairway.
"Ah wunder wotz down 'ere..." grunted Drugga. He stepped onto the staircase.
THe piece gave way and he tumbled down the next stair.
"OW! OW! OW! YAA! OW! SHIT! OW! OW!" growled Drugga as he rolled down the
staircase.
Sephiroth shook his head and looked up. He then slowly began to proceed down
the staircase.
--
The eternal lord of darkness...
Marcus: I'm picking something up.
Ivanova: A unicorn?
Marcus glares at her.
Ivanova: Sorry.
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