Red vs. Blue...vs. Green
Story Four: To Protect and Server
Chapter Three: Multiplayer Madness
Anticipation builds as Chapter Three is started. I can't believe how quickly this is going. In the beginning, I was always dreading the start of a new chapter because that meant that I had to write nine pages with barely any story laid out. Now that there is a real direction to the storyline, it's much easier, enjoyable and unfortunately faster.
Multiplayer Madness sees three different storylines converge and set up the final chapter. Please enjoy!
Snot stirred from his slumber, noisily groaning after his harrowing escape from the real world as it fell apart around him. Luckily, the burns he would have suffered if he weren't wearing his shock-absorbing armour were not present on his body and all he did have was the equivalent of three concurrent hangovers. Even with one you wish you would die. Imagine if your lifestyle was practically just you thinking about how much you wanted to die even without the hangover. However, he did feel awfully strange; even the migraine seemed somehow artificial. In fact a lot of things felt that way. "Parts?" moaned Snot. He didn't really want Parts to be alive, just to be here.
"Mmm?" mmmed Parts nearby. His voice sounded strange; every sense felt strange, except for smell and touch because for some reason they no longer applied.
"Do you feel weird?" asked Snot.
"Why? You wanna talk about it? Are you experiencing some personal issues that need emotional company?"
"Forget it!" Snot rose to his feet. His cold, metal feet. He looked around the room with his one green eye and spotted a sign on the wall. "You're into science and stuff, right?"
"Mechanical engineering and electronic devices." Said Parts. "That's what I majored in. Did I mention I like electronic devices?"
"Yeah, shut up. Do you know a place called the 'Aperture Science Enrichment Centre'?"
"No. I don't think my studies expanded much beyond our own Universe." Parts walked up beside Snot. "Can you take a look at my helmet? I think there's something wrong with my visor; I can only see with one eye."
"Sure-Whoa!" Snot jumped back. Parts had been replaced by machine parts. Pun unintended. "You're a robot!"
"What?" Parts caught a glimpse of himself in a screen; one eye, round body and not himself anymore. "Argh! I'm an electronic device!" He turned to Snot to scream in terror but stopped. "And so are you!" Snot turned to the screen and caught a glimpse of his own reflection. It too had only one eye and a mechanical body but was taller. Still, this difference in shape and height didn't make him feel any more comfortable and they both settled for a scream.
The predicament of the next two Green soldiers would not turn out to be any better. "You alright, son?" queried The Commander.
"Yeah, cos I always feel great after almost dying." Sarcastically replied Phill. "In case you can't tell, I was being sarcastic." Told you so.
"Phill?" groaned The Commander to himself. "Crap. I thought you were somebody else. Don't thank me for saving your life. I'm already regretting it."
"Trust me; you won't ever have that problem. Ever. Besides, I'm regretting being saved by you."
"Well then," said The Commander, picking up Phill by his neck. "Why don't I just bring peace to the whole goddamn Universes?"
"Dude!" choked Phill. "What is up with your hands?"
"Don't try and change the subject! My hands are as they always have been; cylindrical. Wait, what?" The Commander suddenly spotted his fingers. Or lack of. They had merged together two form two scoops of sorts. In shock, he dropped Phill to the ground before realising that he hadn't even held Phill at all. "Holy burrito! We're made of Lego!"
"And our guns are gone. All I've got is this thing." Phill took a cylinder from his utility belt and observed it. He was shocked when a laser shot out of one end. "Wow! I got myself a lightsaber! Shoom! Shoom!" he mimed, swinging it around and almost cutting off The Commander's head.
"Whoa!" he yelled, holding up his hand to block the lightsaber. It leapt suddenly from Phill's grasp and flew across the room into the wall. "Hey, look at that! I got that whatcha-ma-call-it…the force thingy."
"Hooray for you." Sighed Phill. "Now give me back my fucking sword."
"Don't make me force your foot up your arse."
"You can't really do that! Can you?"
"Do you really wanna find out?"
"Name! Name!" called Enemy. "Can you hear me? Talk to me buddy!"
Name stuck his index finger high in the air.
"I see yo-Oh, nice. Very nice." Enemy pulled Name up off the floor. "Hey, I didn't know you had a beard. Nice."
Name was confused. He hadn't had a beard since college when he was high, a vegan and went to all those protest movements. He then realised that he wasn't even in his own body. More than that, Enemy wasn't even in his own body. He had a red aurora around him and a bullet hole through the head. Through a series of complex charade games, he eventually got the point across.
"I didn't know you were a hippy in college."
Name facepalmed himself. Even in another universe, his counterpart was a mute…and everyone around him was still idiots.
"So, I've been shot in the head, huh? I must be a ghost." Enemy stuck his finger in the wound, feeling it out. "Feels like a vagina. Hey, this means that as long as I'm here I can't get killed! How cool is that?"
Yeah. Hooray. Cool. Name was overjoyed. Not.
Just then, a loud crash echoed through the dark deserted hallway they were standing in. "What was that?" Footsteps followed and then bright lights hit them.
"There they are! Shoot to kill orders authorised! Fire!" The air filled with bullets. Name, with incredible reflexes, dodged every single bullet with ease and ducked into an adjoining room.
"Hey arseholes!" crooned Enemy. "You can't touch me! I am a mother fucking ghost! I am un-" A bullet grazed his shoulder. "What? How the hell did you do that? I am a ghost and you hurt me? This doesn't seem physically po-" Enemy dragged him through the other room.
"Welcome to the Aperture Science Institute. Our lawsuits department is at the end of this tutorial, located behind the door marked 'Waste Management'. Cake will be served shortly."
"Ooh, cake." Parts licked his lips. "I hope it's strawberry shortcake!"
"You can't eat anything, you're a robot." Informed Snot.
"Don't knock it!" rebutted Parts. "You can't kill yourself!"
"Just when I thought words couldn't hurt." Snot became very depressed.
"We need to concentrate on getting out of here. Look!" The room was massive with the floor completely missing in the middle. Platforms and traps floated in the empty space and on the other side was the exit, open, almost welcoming them inside.
"Robots break, right?" asked Snot.
"Yeah, why?"
"So long." Snot began striding towards the great chasm with every intention on not stopping but was stopped by Parts.
"Hold it! We gotta find the others. Something tells me they're in more trouble than we are. Besides, I think I know how to get across this thing."
"Hooray."
"Shoot your gun thingy at the ceiling." Snot did so and a portal was created.
"Oh man, it makes portals?" moaned Snot, disappointed. "Here I was hoping it was full of bullets."
"There's no one here."
"I meant for me."
"You had a perfectly working gun all that time at Blood Gulch. Why didn't you use it?"
"...Shut up." Parts moved on, standing directly underneath the oval.
"Now, if I shoot the floor, I should have a better view of the room and-" he shot the floor and fell down through the ceiling. Again. And again. And again. "Argh!" Parts became a blur as he continuously fell. "Snot! Help me!"
"How?" asked Snot not too concerned.
"Shoot somewhere else!"
"Okay." Snot looked around and decided to shoot the ceiling again a little further away. Parts fell through it and down into the bottomless chasm. "Parts?" Snot looked down into the pit and soon could no longer see Parts at all. "Whoops." Snot was happy for a moment when he realised that no one could stop him from jumping to his death but was then saddened when a cylinder to his right opened and Parts fell out of it.
"Argh!" he screamed, still feeling like he was falling but slowly subsided when he found out that he wasn't.
"This place sucks." Said Snot.
"I am a Jedii!" Proclaimed The Commander.
"That's Jedi." Corrected Phill.
"This is like two of my three fantasies come to life! I'm Lego and I'm living in Star Wars!" The Commander was feeling really giddy. "Now if only there were some naked women."
"Gee, wouldn't that be a disappointment in this Universe." Phill snorted. "That would be like masturbating to sock puppets." The Commander didn't reply. "Oh, dude! Please tell me-"
"We'd been stationed there for four years and our last female was killed in the drop."
"Eww! Crap, man! Thank God I didn't get your memories."
"What we need to figure out is where we are and how we can get the hell outta here." Asserted The Commander.
"Nope. That image ain't going for a long time now." Sighed Phill. "Thanks a lot!"
"From what I can make out from the architecture and my impressive Star Wars knowledge, we appear to be in the hangar bay in the Naboo Capitol." They looked around and sure enough, it was the same hangar from the ancient film. "I always thought Phantom Menace was the better of the first three."
"But why here?" asked Phill. "What's the importance of this scene in the movie?"
"Well, two things. The big escape of the Queen and the Jedi..."
"I don't see the Queen anywhere." Said Phill.
"...and the epic battle between the Jedi and Darth Maul. Oh shit."
"What?"
"If I am who I think I am...I'm gonna die." The Commander turned to the large double doors to see the hooded figure of Lego Darth Maul standing there, lightsaber in hand.
"'Bout time." Commented Phill.
"How can you shoot a ghost?" complained Enemy, still being dragged along by Name.
'Why don't you just go back and ask them?' thought Name. God! He wished he could say that out loud. All he could do was roll his eyes and mime.
By now, they had climbed several floors of the abandoned asylum, seemingly no longer pursued by the marines. They had pulled into a small cell and were trying to catch their breath. "I just hope we're safe in here." Muttered Enemy. He sneezed and a bullet fell out of the hole in his head. Laughing, he turned and noticed the skinned man sitting on the toilet. "Oh shit!" he said, shocked. "This Universe has latrines! Sweet Jesus!" without a second to waste, he knocked the skeleton onto the floor. "Think I'll need this more than-Eugh! Would it kill these people to flush?" Enemy promptly unzipped his pants and sat down, much to the disgust of Name. "You sure you wanna watch this?"
Name turned away, lunch making its way upwards through the oesophagus. He looked elsewhere around the cell, his concern growing as he saw the dead man in the bunk nearby. What was this place? Why was it in ruins and why were there people after them? He turned around and froze. A small girl had appeared in the room, wearing a red dress and skin as pale as snow. Enemy still hadn't spotted her yet, but when he did he screamed.
"Yikes-a-roon-ey!" he jumped, which was difficult because he was sitting and shitting. "Thank God she didn't do that anywhere else otherwise I would've shit my pants. Where'd you come from?" The girl ignored them. She just stood there without looking up, her black hair dangling over her face. "Did you need the loo?" Enemy flushed and stood up. "Just remember to wash your hands. Germs are a dangerous thing. I mean, read War of the Worlds if you don't believe me." He turned to Name and whispered out of the corner of his mouth; "Let's go."
Name rolled his eyes; she was only two feet away from him and he was a horrible whisperer. There was no way she couldn't have heard that, but they still edged their way around her and left the cell.
"Right." Said Enemy. "We just need to make sure we don't run into weird little girls and psycho marine killers." He concluded as they entered what looked like a mess hall filled with psycho marine killers. "Ah...well...one outta two ain't bad." The marines turned to the two newcomers and raised their weapons.
Name focused his mind; there was no way he was dying anywhere else but his own universe. Time had no meaning to him anymore. With a great sense of strength, he knocked Enemy to the side and charged towards the onslaught of bad guys. He leapt over the counter, machine gun at the ready, and fired at the nearby soldiers. The room opened fire but Name managed to land behind several barrels of food. He had only been able to take out four but there were so many left.
Enemy was hiding safely behind the counter but still cowering in fear. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! What do I do?" He spotted a gas canister nearby. He could use that to blow a hole in the soldiers. He began crawling towards it but the gunfire was cutting him off from it. "Come on!" he shouted. "How am I supposed to get that!" he waved at the canister which shivered slightly. He too focused his mind on the canister. Steadily, it raised itself into the air and hovered above the counter. With one final thought, the canister threw itself at a group of marines and exploded. "Score!" he shouted, standing proudly with his arms in the air. He heard a click behind him and immediately recognised it as a P-90. Attempting to jump forward over the counter and spin around to face his attacker at the same time, Enemy ended up jumping into the soldier. "Huh? Hey! Possession! I got ya covered, Name!" Enemy leapt over the counter and charged at the soldiers with his rifle blazing loudly.
Name was relieved that somebody had done something smart. He just never figured Enemy would be that someone. Not wasting a moment, Name opened fire and cut down several more soldiers.
Enemy stood in front of the marines who were shooting holes through him without a break. "You guys are stupid! You're shooting your own guy here; I'm not even feeling this. Look! I'm dancing in your friend's body while you're shooting him. Yeah!" Enemy started dancing on the spot, not putting in too much effort. "Mmm! Hit me!" The body around Enemy toppled to the ground and all the soldiers ceased fire. "Let me just get that." He said, bending over to pick up the body. His arm just passed straight through it. "Umm." He tried to pick up the gun but that didn't work either. Enemy looked up at the soldiers. He laughed nervously which was a perfectly rational defence mechanism. Suddenly, Name appeared out of nowhere and began fighting a small group of the soldiers. Enemy took this opportunity to jump into another body which promptly exploded. "Hey, cool!" He jumped into another, and another, and another. "Casper the pretty fucking ugly ghost!"
Name was becoming exhausted; he could no longer use his agility. It was as if his strength had just run out. He was left with two more soldiers; both with their weapons trained on him and he was out of ammo. It looked like the end of the road...until a table crushed one of the men. The other jumped around in shock to see Enemy next to him. The soldier tried feebly to attack but Enemy raised his hand at him. The marine was lifted into the air, kicking and screaming before being thrown head first into the far wall. Name nodded appreciatively at Enemy.
"You're damn right..." Enemy mocked Name's nodding. They both turned to exit the mess hall, but found that they were not alone. "Man, these guys just keep coming and coming." Awed Enemy at the new batch of marines enclosed around them. Dozens and dozens crammed into the hall, all not letting Name and Enemy out of their sights. "Okay, okay." Said Enemy, motioning Name to surrender. "We'll come quietly. Especially him."
"What makes you think we wanted you alive?" asked one of the foremost soldiers.
"Crap." Replied Enemy.
"First wave, prepare to open fire."
"Uh, I think they're not the most prominent threat at the moment, sir." Interrupted another soldier.
"Oh really? Then who is?" The colonel enquired matter-of-factly.
"Not who. That!" The soldier pointed up to the rafters where a hideous creature was hanging from the railing. It snarled at the humans, a bloodthirsty snarl.
"Holy shit! Open fi-!" was as far as the colonel got before the creature pounced, killing him on impact. The thing jumped from man to man, but Enemy and Name didn't stick around to find out what it did. Leaping over tables and manoeuvring through the horrified soldiers shooting in all directions, they forced their way through the double doors and towards the exit. The light at the end of the long hallway was getting brighter by the metre. As silence fell in the mess hall, it was obvious that all the marines were dead and that the creature was still out for blood. They could hear its heavy pounding as it pursued them, roaring and barking. Whatever was lying in wait outside, they hoped it was better than what was chasing them.
"Okay. I think I got this." Asserted Parts. He was confident that he had figured out how to cross the great chasm. He made his first move, landing on platform after platform, avoiding turrets, hurtling over pools of green ooze and pushing buttons until he finally landed on the far bank. "Yes!" he shouted with pride! "I ain't goin' in your hole! I built up my potential and pulled it out! Rock solid potential!"
"Good job, man." Complimented Snot who was standing behind him.
"Snot? How did you get here?"
"I just shot this wall with a portal and walked through." He said. Parts was stunned. Then humiliated. Then just pissed off.
"Just get through the door." He mumbled.
"Shing! Shing! Stab! Crackle! Swing! Swoosh-"
"Shut up!" yelled The Commander. "I can't concentrate with you making sound effects!"
"Sorry." Apologised Phill.
"And why are you making sound effects anyway? The lightsabers are already making the noises for us."
"I'm used to playing with them in the street. Force of habit."
"He-he, force." In the middle of their fight with Darth Maul, Phill and The Commander had enjoyed every second. It felt so good to be part of a universe they actually enjoyed for once. They would have preferred The Empire Strikes Back, but Phantom Menace was all right by them. They entered the final room in the big fight with its great drop right in the centre of the room. Even in Lego, it still looked awesome. The Commander blocked a few more strikes from Darth Maul's double ended lightsaber. "Aha! No one can kill the great Qui-Gon Jinn!"
"Wait. The who?"
"Qui-Gon Jinn. One of the great Jedi of his day and I have the honour of being him. No one can kill Qui-Gon!"
"Except for Darth Maul."
"Right, except for...shit." Darth Maul sent everything he had at The Commander, his lightsaber almost spelling his own name out in mid-air. "Phill! Keep this guy off me! The exit has to be around here somewhere!"
"K!" Phill joined in, feebly blocking Maul wherever he could.
"Tall Boy. Come in Tall Boy. This is Little Woman, do you read me?" crackled Parts over the radio.
"Parts! Where the hell are you coming from?" asked The Commander amidst a flurry of sabre strikes.
"We're outside again. We tracked you guys using your radio frequencies."
"And what's with the rubbish names?"
"I thought it added a touch of class." smiled Parts. The Commander sighed, but was snapped out of it as Maul focused all his energy on killing him.
"Phill!" he called out.
"Yeah?"
"You take this call from Parts! I gotta focus on not dying over here!"
"Oh, you're just using that as an excuse! Why do I have to talk to him?"
"Just do it!" The Commander led Maul away from Phill, equalling every strike and dodging every swipe.
"Hello Parts." Moaned Phill.
"Hello Phill!" chirped Parts. "It's nice to hear your voice again."
"The feeling is mutual." Lied Phill.
"I know I've got a feeling too-"
"Alright! Stop! Just tell me where the door is in this universe."
"From my perspective, I can see a dark tunnel. Can you see a dark tunnel?"
"There's no tunnel around here." Said Phill. "Just a long drop into...darkness." Phill leaned over and peered down into the chasm.
"Hey Phill!" called Parts, waving happily up through a door hovering in the air. "You look really yellow. This isn't The Simpson's universe, is it?" Phill, ignoring Parts, turned back to The Commander.
"Right. Sir, we've found the-" He watched as Darth Maul stuck his lightsaber straight through The Commander's abdomen. "No!"
"Argh!" yelled The Commander in pain. "My pancreas!" He toppled to the floor, curling up into a ball. Darth Maul chuckled at his kill before turning upon Phill.
"Uh-oh." Whimpered Phill. Maul charged at him, lightsaber ready to strike. Just before he could attack however, Phill just said; "Hang on." Darth Maul froze, listening to Phill. "If this is based on the movies, then you die in this battle. I kill you. So you see, no matter what happens, you can't win. I kill you! So, you know what. Why don't we just do away with the whole battle thing and I can just cut you in half right here? What do ya say?" Maul considered this for a moment...then nodded in agreement. Without delay, Phill sliced right through the red menace who fell down the chasm and through the door.
"Eww!" jumped Parts, taking a tentative step back. "Horny red guy."
"Don't get any ideas." Commented Snot.
"Right guys, we'll be through in a minute!" shouted Phill. He ran over to The Commander's body, still breathing. Unfortunately.
"Go on without me." He breathed. "You boys need to go save everything."
"Believe me, I am really thinking loudly about leaving you but I couldn't live with myself if I did."
"Just go! I am ordering you to let me die in peace!" The room began to shake. The walls crumbled around them, cracking and bursting. They looked down the corridor they had come down. Brightness was engulfing the distance and the light was heading towards them, the noise building. "This don't look like peace to me!" The Commander latched himself to Phill. With great difficulty, he dragged his injured comrade to the chasm. "Faster! I order you to drag me faster!"
"I am so gonna regret saving your life!" cursed Phill and together they both plunged into the drop, falling down through the door then, as gravity took over, down again. The door rippled, contorted and stretched before eating itself and disappearing.
"What the hell is happening?" asked Snot in amazement as several more doors amongst the millions around them sucked themselves out of existence.
"The codes are being corrupted. All of these universes are being destroyed." Explained Parts. "We need to find Name and Enemy fast."
"Come in Brown Eye. Come in Brown Eye. This is Wet Willy, do you read me?"
"Parts, could you stop using those stupid names! We agreed at the last staff meeting that our code names would be Big Bird and Little Bird." Explained Enemy.
"I didn't know about the bird!"
"Everybody knows that the bird is the word!"
"Shove over, Parts." Ordered The Commander. "Enemy, what is your status?"
"Airborne, sir."
"Airborne? You got wings or something?"
"Nope." Smiled Enemy. "We commandeered an aircraft." Enemy was piloting a drop ship, soaring high above the clouds. Far below was the ocean and in the distance was a large island. "We came out in this slum city. While the bad guys here were kept busy by this monster fella we ran into, Name and I stole one of their drop ships. That's us, where are you?"
"We're at the exit. From what we can see, it's been engulfed in an inferno. Can you see anything that looks like it's on fire?" asked The Commander. Enemy dived back down beneath the clouds and looked around but couldn't see anything. Name tapped him on the shoulder and pointed at the centre of the city. Towering above the other buildings was a spire, the topmost part of it was burning brighter than the sun. The clouds around it were being drawn in like water through a drain. "Roger that. We've found the target." Name tapped him on the shoulder again. "Yes Name, I see it. The big tower." Name tapped him again. "I can see it plainly. I am heading straight for it. Stop tapping me!" Enemy whirled around in his seat and saw the little girl once more. She looked up at them with dead eyes, her hair falling back behind her shoulders.
"Enemy! What is going on?" called The Commander.
"We'll give you a ring later, sir." Enemy hung up. The girl seemed suddenly to become afraid. She turned to the outer door and screamed like nothing else. In a flash of fire, she disappeared and the drop ship was left shaken. "What the hell was that?"
"Unidentified drop ship." Crackled over the ship's radio. "Land immediately or we will be forced to open fire. That was your first and last warning shot."
"Oh man." Said Enemy, really worried.
"I know that we were meant to shoot them down immediately." Continued the voice, talking to somebody else. "Maybe you should have aimed a little better. Don't talk down about my flying! We are going in a straight line, synchronous with theirs. There is no way anyone could have missed. What? Oh shit!" and the radio turned off. One tenth of a second later, the air filled up with more explosions than New Year's Eve.
"Attempting evasives!" shouted Enemy, hurling the ship left and right.
'Who the hell is he talking to?' thought Name. He decided to strap himself in for a rough ride but a third person was standing there now. The creature. It tried to hit Name aside but he fought back, sending a fist to its face. They struggled in the back but Name could feel the creature's strength growing, overpowering him. Name took out his knife and plunged it into the monster's back. It only made him angry. Knocking Name to the ground, the creature picked him up by his legs and dragged him towards the open door. Name cracked the creature's knees with his fists, wrapped his legs around its neck and flipped it out of the ship. The creature held on to the landing gear underneath, swinging from one end to the other and flying back into the ship from the other side. Name was kicked out of the ship, only just able to hold onto the wing.
Enemy felt the hot breath through the hole in his head. He blocked the creature as it tried to take a bite out of his skull, but its arm leaned against the controls and more importantly the steering controls. The drop ship plunged towards the ocean, the turbulence building. They both heard scraping sounds outside and spotted Name crawling across the windscreen, a bemused look slapped across his face. The monster snarled and increased speed, sending Name sliding down the other side of the ship. Name had hold of the door's handle. He tried to climb inside but the wind was too strong, keeping him pinned against the hull. There was nothing he could do. Enemy struggled against the creature, but it had had enough. It whipped his chair around and held him by the neck, choking him. Then there was a click. A very distinct click, like something being fastened. From out of nowhere, two arms wrapped themselves around the monster, anchoring it to the figure now standing behind him. It was the girl, only now she was older and, Enemy couldn't help noticing, naked. She pulled the cord to the parachute she had attached to herself and both she and the creature were pulled from the ship. Enemy pulled up just before the drop ship hit the ocean and continued on course for the tower. Name hauled himself back inside, puffing and exhausted. "Hey there." Said Enemy cheerfully. "You fine?" Name, irritated, just crawled into the co-pilot's seat. "Hey, that girl came back. Saved our lives." Name didn't care. "Yep. She was naked." Just as Name started paying attention, another explosion impacted with the wing of the ship. Alarms blared as the engine began failing. "Damn it!" cursed Enemy, turning the ship, weaving in and out of the pillars holding up the freeways all leading to the city. The jets behind them followed, several destroyed by the pillars. Unable to support the weight, one of the freeways began to collapse, trapping another jet under it. Enemy swung the drop ship around the bridge and entered the city.
"Attention arsehole!" crackled the radio once more. "Please stop shooting the environment around you. It is causing a lot of collateral damage and this city just doesn't have the money to pay for all the damages with all the crap it's had to go through." He pause. "No, I don't think they'll stop, but I am obliged to tell them so. Because it's part of the job description. No! You can't shoot the buildings if they can't! What's wrong with you? What? Son of a bitch! Again? Shut up, Harry." The radio went dead again. Enemy knew they didn't have time to deal with this. He turned on his radio again.
"Commander, we are close to your proximity but we won't have enough time to stop and drop." He explained.
"What did you have in mind?"
"We're bringing the ship with us." Enemy went to full throttle, the ship now pelting at the tower. "You might wanna stand back! This ship has a fat arse!" They plunged into the waves upon waves of fire, the heat searing. Suddenly, there was a jolt and they crashed through the door, ripping a wider gap in the fabric of reality. The ship skidded to a halt, crashing into several doors as it did.
"Wow." Awed Phill who, along with The Commander, Snot and Parts, had watched the events from afar. "What an entrance."
"I've seen better." Said The Commander.
"Me too!" Parts enthused. Following the ship was a jet, burning and flying straight up. It exploded in the air, the debris scattering itself all over the place.
A few small repairs later and the drop ship was active again. Flying over the infinite world of doors, The Commander applied the medication he needed for his wound. "I miss the old days of rubbing a med pack against a wound and it healed itself." He said.
"So you guys were in a Lego universe?" asked Enemy, sitting at the helm.
"Star Wars Lego universe." Corrected Phill. "I was Obi Wan."
"Cool."
"We were electronic devices." Chirped Parts.
"What?"
"He means robots." Insisted Snot. "What were you guys?"
"Name was a mute."
"Tough luck, Name." said The Commander.
Name shrugged, he didn't really care anymore.
"And I was a ghost." Continued Enemy. "But I could get hit by bullets."
"Dude, that's bullshit." Said Phill.
"Guys look." Signalled Enemy, motioning for everyone to come to the front. Name helped The Commander to his feet and they, Phill, Snot and Parts joined Enemy. In the distance stood a monument. It had enough lights to fill a city, enough power to crack the atom and its height was unmatched. The whole world around them seemed to be centred around this metropolis of technology. "There it is. The Server."
That was the penultimate chapter!
Sorry it took so long to get it out. Writer's block is a bitch. I'm also working on my first novel, but still plan on writing FanFiction for a while. While working on my new set of stories, I've also outlined a possible new Red vs. Blue plotline I would like to explore as well as a Batman FanFic for those who are interested.
Anyway, one more chapter to go. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.
