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 449 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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> “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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> “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.â€Â
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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.â€Â
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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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> “Done,†agreed D’ur. Killer Shrike found himself strapped into a glowing yellow electric chair floating behind the Yellow Flashlight. “Let’s go criminal.â€Â
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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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> “Now then,†he said to himself as he stepped into his personal transport. “Let us deal with CSFB…â€Â
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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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> “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?â€Â
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> “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.â€Â
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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.â€Â
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> “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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> “Guess Gary caught up to him,†commented D’ur.
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> “And you say they got CSFB!?†checked Meng.
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> “Yup.â€Â
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> “Then everything’s going to plan,†grinned Salieri. “Now we need to find the Shoggoth.â€Â
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> * * * * *
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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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