Subj: [ffml] [MW] The Plot thickens...
Date: 99-12-28 23:41:49 EST
From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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Mog sat at his desk, his general from the defeated assault on Doma before
him, shivering.
"How many troops were you assigned?" he asked angrily.
"Fif.. Fifteen thousand." stammered the Moogle.
"And just HOW MANY came back?" asked Mog sharply.
"Th... thirty."
"Bravo, General Kupuro, you just created the worst defeat for us in the
entire 700 years of our prime."
Kupuro remained silent.
"Exactly what kind of tactics were you using?"
"I had felt that the humans were unprepared, and simply used a frenzy
tactic. They had Phalanxes and heavy missile fire. We couldn't compete."
"What? You didn't put the soldiers through simple military training prior to
the invasion?"
"I didn't think we needed to, Emperor."
Mog stood up. Although he knew his secret was out, he was still bothered by
it. He walked over to the window overlooking the great city.
"Apparantly we did. And to meet your incompetence as a general and you
inability to follow basic protocol, you are hereby sentenced to a sever
kupo'ing by those four people in my dungeon that I use as Queens, ahh..
what are their names... Seifer, Squall, Zell and Selphie... and that cat
thing too."
"NOT CAIT SITH!!!" begged Kupuro.
"Yes, Cait Sith. And they will be using the most bulky and painful of BDSM
equipment. Those used by Orks, as a matter of fact. Oh yeah, you're also
demoted to Leutenent Colonel. Take him away."
"NooO! yelled Kupuro as two guards grabbed him and hauled him away.
Mog returned to his desk and pulled out a cigar. He lit it and looked out
the window.
Who would replace Kupuro as the offensive General, he wondered. Maybe Turan
was ready for the next step. Maybe.. something suddenly occured to him.
"Ah, Guard?" he asked to a remaining soldier.
"Yes sir?"
"Have you seen Turan around since the attack?"
The Guard shook his head.
Mog blinked. Turan was missing.
He sighed. Turan would have to wait then. He thought about his other
Generals that weren't getting enough action.
Of course.. he thought.
He looked to the guard.
"I need a job done. I need to find out what exactly happened to General Pat
of the Pagoda of Magic and Mystery. I haven't heard back from him since I
sent him to take out Alan."
"Yes sir!" the Moogle saluted and ran out the door.
Mog sat at his desk and started a memo.
To all Sergants.
In light of our recent defeat, you are hereby ordered
to double the work you are placing on training sessions
for soldiers. I do not want a repeat of these events.
Emperor Mog
* * * * * * * * *
Drugga kicked at the controls of his gear.
"Oh yeah! I love it when you're rough with me, baby!"
Drugga sighed.
"'ey, ya know, yer obsessiveness wit' sex iz a tad deztractin'."
"What? Don't you find me attactive?"
"Well, yah, ah guess a big hunka metal c'n be 'tractive, bot yer a war
machine."
"Gus never said that. He said I was his one and only love. Then I saw him
with that other gear. It broke my heart so much. We worked it out though. I
fired a few rounds of bullets into him and he saw the light."
"Litterally!" grunted Mr. Bishounen.
"But, Drugga, I know you would never betray me like that, would you."
Drugga looked at the ferret, then at her.
"Naw, of course not! Jus'... wait 'ere."
Drugga walked back to the others. Turan was sitting there in shock as
Sephiroth explained the whole story of his conception, the events leading
up to it and so forth. Ken was tending to Noodles broken ankle, and
Resumama was sitting close by anxiously awaiting the next Kupo part of the
story.
"Gawd damn, ah gotz a monster ova dere."
"Monster!?! Not again!" yelped Noodles.
"You see Turan, while I was a member of Mog's Queenhood, they somehow
managed to supplement me with a womb and uterus and other essential
components for pregnancy. Mog then impregnated me one night before I was
un-assimulated. I gave birth to you in an Ork camp close by."
Turan was simply in shock.
"My father.. I had no idea.."
"Could you describe the conception a bit more?" asked Resumama.
"Woah, yooz a horny bitch."
"What?" asked Resumama.
"Yooz wud do well 'wit dat Gear thingy I had back dere."
"Oh shut up, you ugly green ape."
"Wot!?!" yelled Drugga, rushing over to her. Ken simply looked up in fear.
"Dat's GREENSKIN, butchmama or wotever yer name iz!" Drugga grasps
Resumama's nipples and send her flying into Drugga's gear that was just
entering the room.
"Oh Druggey. You want a threesome? I suppose I could manage that..."
Drugga slapped his forehead.
* * * * * * * * *
Adolf sat at the table at the Banquet. He had watched Ladice talk with Tim
on the balcony.
"Zat Teem, he's very popular, iz he not?"
"Yes, yes he is." Jordan chugged down on an Allsport then called for
another. "Maybe we should take him out so it doesn't hinder out plans?"
"No, no. Itz just zat I zink he izn't what he seemz." said Adolf.
"Ah."
The Fonz suddenly snapped his fingers and the jukebox started playing some
swing.
"He's the one that scares me." grumbled Jordan.
Adolf nodded.
"You know, I zink zat Katt and zat Smura character might be connected."
"Yeah, me too... shall we retire for the night?"
"Love to, baby." smiled Adolf.
Just as they got up to leave, Ladice returned to the table.
"That Tim.. fine warrior."
"I couldst agree, aye." chuckled Cyan, drinking some ale. "Thou knowest, I
continue to ask other nations to join the battle against Mog. It is obvious
that should we ally Mog wouldst fall."
"Perhaps." she said. "But then what? If Figaro, Baron and Doma were to
converge onto Vector, you would fight for the spoils. Besides," she
grinned. "The glory of battling Mog alone is probably too much for any
warrior at heart."
Cyan chuckled again.
As the castle of Doma and the town bathed in it's light, a nearby hill sat
under a lone, tall figure. A black cloak flowed in the wind. Black, scaly
skin donned his body, and a long tail laid out.
"It's coming..." gravely spoke the Dark Lord, yet all did hear it.
--
The eternal lord of darkness...
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Cat: Quick, let's get out of here before they bring him back!
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