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Subj: Seventeen new stories in one week. Are we going for a record again or something?
Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 at 11:35:28 pm EST
Reply Subj: The Moderator Saga Chapter Fifteen: New Players
Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 at 09:11:48 pm EST (Viewed 417 times)


>     Killer Shrike was helpless as he was bundled into the back of a New Lair Legion prisoner transport. The New LL only had one or two of the black and silver vans; quite often they didn’t take prisoners. As he realized he had no hope of freeing himself, a yellow light shone through the door of the van and then ripped it from its hinges.
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>     The yellow light darted into the van and surrounded Shrike. “Hey!” he shouted in surprise as the light picked him up. He did notice a pair of yellow shorts forming over his legs and he forced himself to admit he was grateful for that.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“By the authority of the Yellow Flashlight Corps I am extraditing this criminal for crimes committed against the Z-Sox people,” said the red-skinned alien with the yellow Power Bracelet.
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>     The Moderator was not impressed. “Who are you to claim this man on my world?” His question came across as more of a threat than a query.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“I am D’ur A’Cell. That’s all you need to know, bub.” He pointed to the sky. “Unless you want my friends up there to get twitchy.”
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>     In the sky above Parodiopolis dozens of large yellow spacecraft hovered. The armaments on the front didn’t look friendly. “Let me take this man and we will be on our way.”
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>     The Moderator concentrated, but found he could not delete the ships hovering above the city. Though it vexed him, he did not want to rule over a pile of rubble. “Take him, but promise he will never return to vex me!” he demanded.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Done,” agreed D’ur. Killer Shrike found himself strapped into a glowing yellow electric chair floating behind the Yellow Flashlight. “Let’s go criminal.”
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>     D’ur rocketed off into the sky with his prisoner in tow. The ships in the sky faded into the distance, and The Moderator stepped into his personal transport.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Now then,” he said to himself as he stepped into his personal transport. “Let us deal with CSFB…”
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>     Killer Shrike looked down at Parodiopolis from his glowing chair and came to the conclusion that if he was to be a prisoner he preferred being one on the ground. “There a meal with this flight?” he grunted to his captor.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’re almost…there!” D’ur pointed to a rooftop where a young boy stood waiting.
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>     D’ur landed on the rooftop and released Killer Shrike, though the shorts stayed in place. He rubbed his wrists and then noticed who was waiting for them on the roof. “Meng?”
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“That’s me. I figured you’d be getting caught right about now.” The seventh smartest boy genius in the Parodyverse (don’t mention the ranking, he’s kinda sore about it) indicated the red-skinned alien in the black and yellow bodysuit. “Fortunately D’ur got our message.”
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>     Shrike regarded the alien, then turned his attention back to Salieri. “CSFB! was captured,” he reported. “And the Dominator’s going after his ex-wife.”
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“We’ve dispatched a friend to take care of the Dominator,” confided Meng. An ominous crack of thunder could be heard in the distance.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Guess Gary caught up to him,” commented D’ur.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“And you say they got CSFB!?” checked Meng.
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Yup.”
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>     Ã¢â‚¬Å“Then everything’s going to plan,” grinned Salieri. “Now we need to find the Shoggoth.”
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>     In the caverns below the city…
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>     I would have prevented the Moderator from deleting my High Priestess, it rumbled, but I promised the Hooded Hood that I wouldn't deal with the spawn of a slaver in the way it deserved. And I owe the Hooded Hood a favour. The creature paused for a moment. Or the Hooded Hood owes me a favour. I can never remember which.
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> In any case, concluded the creature, I cannot help you.
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