Hi guys! Since I got 3 reviews, I am updating! That is my rule, you know! 3 reviews=update! So let's get on with it!
Err, Disclaimer?
Aerrow for inside prison- mphhh mphh mmppphhh!
Oh yeah! (Clicks fingers, Aerrow's free)
A: WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!
ME: brandish DA'ss sword at him
A: Doovo 2 owns nothing! Where you get that thing, anyway?
DA: Where's it gone! OI! YOU'VE GOT MY SWORD!
ME:YIKES! ON WITH THE STORY!
10 years later…
"Attention all Atmosians, this is your queen speaking. It is now 10 years since the 3rd age, and we are having a little celebration…"
The words were on every radio in the Atmos. Master Cyclonis stepped down from her stand in her throne room, and looked behind her.
"Well, play!"
"Behind her, Stork, Finn and Piper nodded fearfully. All the fight had gone out of them a long time ago. They took out their instruments and began to play.
"Oh…
10 years ago it was our empire came to be,
And now we are of course ruled by our beloved queen,
She is great and powerful, brought Atmos form the dust,
So let's hear it from our queen, the Master Cyclonis!"
Master Cyclonis clapped her hands in delight.
Good, good," she said in a sugar sweet voice. "Now, then, lets return to business. You may go", she remarked to the 2 behind her.
Piper, Stork and Finn walked down the lonely corridors to her rooms.
"I still can't believe she's immortal…" trailed off Stork.
And it was true. Cyclonis had made herself a supreme regenerate bonding crystal, which she bonded to herself. As a result, she was virtually impossible to kill, as every time she was injured, she just repaired herself. She'd also found a way to create a machine to take the raw abilities form crystals themselves and absorb them. So now she didn't even need a weapon. She was a weapon, a goddess, immortal, with unimaginable powers-truly invincible.
It was Atmos's last hope that Cyclonis would die without an heir and the empire would fall. But it was not to be. It was kind of odd, knowing you would be ruled by a 16 year old forever.
Far away, on a small terra, some people were watching the skies.
"Uh-oh! There's a patrol coming along!"
"We'd better tell the chief!"
"Come on!"
They clambered down the makeshift tower of logs and rope and ran though the trees, which melted away to reveal a clearing, where a huge campus stood, with people running to and fro.
The two figures ran up to the main tent in the middle of the campus.
"Urgent message for the chief!" they said to the two guards, who bowed and parted for them. They pushed through the flap to reveal a group of people discussing battle strategy around a round, old musty table.
"But the main Cyclonian force is around that area!"
"And they won't expect an attack now!"
"It's suicide!"
"You idiot!"
"*****&&%%$"£$%%!"
"$£%"Q£$^^%^"
Within seconds everyone was yelling at each other.
"Enough." The voice that said it was soft, but its owner obviously held enough authority, for the shouts died down instantly.
"We follow Sergeant Robins plan."
"But sir, she's a women, what could she know?"
"Instantly the room went quite." Then, as one, all other people said "OOOOOHHHHH! DIS DIS DIS!"
"I WOULDN'T TAKE THAT ROBIN!"
"ROBIN GOT OWNED!"
"I said enough." The room went quiet again. "We follow Robins plan."
"But sir-"
"I have spoken."
"Yes sir." The chief (well duh!) then turned to the two standing at the door.
"Yes?"
"Uh, there's a patrol!" Nimbus was rather uncomfortable about speaking to the chief, especially as his face was shrouded in shadow.
"Send captain scabulous at them!"
"Yes sir!"
With that they ran to the other side of the campus to the barracks, where a team of murk raiders were working hard.
They burst in and said, "Urgent message for Captain Scabulous!"
"Aye?" Scabulous was sitting in a chair at the other end of the tent.
"The chief says there is a Cyclonian destroy around the perimeter! As always, you can keep 30% of cargo for personal use!"
"Arrr! Looks like we got live one, boys!" said a delighted Scabulous.
"Yeah!" they replied as one, while drawing their blades.
To be continued...
Immediately...
2 days later on Cyclonia...
"Another destroyer gone? How is it that you continue to fail me?"
Master Cyclonis was beside herself with rage.
"Err, yes" replied the unfortunate talon.
With an air of resignation, Master Cyclonis waved her hand.
"Send 50 upgraded night crawlers at them."
"Yes Master."
"They'll never know what hit them... Mwuh ha ha ha ha!"
Stone cold silence.
"That really didn't work for me, did it?"
"Err, no Master."
"Go."
Oh know? What will our rebels do now? And who is the chief? Stay tuned, folks!
R&R!