In Which a War's Starting is Explained
In the future, everything has gone to ruins. Lordly
High Overlord has abolished technology, and all of its advantages along with
it. Little did anyone know, that there were still rebel groups that made their
own technology…weapons. They were always preparing for combat, because that is
what they do. These groups were led by brave men who knew, but did not seem to
notice, that there is the outside chance that if they were caught, VERY
OUTSIDE, they would be destroyed. The most elusive and well known of these
groups is based in Petersburg, the Asian capital of Russia, and is led by the
great Mortimer M. Delchonovich. The Lord, at this time was in China, speaking
with one of his operatives over a cup of tea.
'So,
my dear lord, what are you here for.'
'Alas,
mon amie, the area has been spotted
as a target for the next technology strike.'
'Ach,
those guys from Petersburg again.'
'They
are persistent. If they were on our side, we would not be having any problems.'
'
Tis still a mystery who the leader is. And without a name, there are no leads.
They say he started a techno-rage in Bombay, and now they are declaring a
revolution, mon frere, and he thinks
he is helping those people.'
'Tien, tien, it's happening everywhere! I
heard three years he started a rebellion in western U.S. and now the age of
technology is back. Silicon Valley is back in order and they are already making
VR toys for the little ones.'
'Really,
mon frere? I have heard different
from private sources, sir. According to reconnaissance, they are building lots
of things. The least sane of them believe that a nuclear war shall arise, and
some call it, "The Perfect Storybook War." How can war be perfect, these people,
I just do not understand.'
'That
is because these people do not want to be understood. But understanding them is
not our goal. Our goal is to abolish technology, and techno-freaks.'
'Yes,
but you must understand your prey in order to catch it. It is a Universal Law.'
'Of,
course you are right, but that would take years. And you know how rapidly these
groups are growing. They would nearly outnumber us, plus they're using tanks
and we're using horses. Please. We need to end this quickly. The quickest way
would be to destroy Petersburg.'
'Yes,
sir, but then everyone would hate you.'
'Most
people already hate me. Everybody sides for technology due to its advantages.
But, if you ask me, I say it has plenty of disadvantages. When I became
Lord
High Overlord, I wanted a peaceful world. Does that make me a wimp.'
'No,
sir. I know, that with less taxation, there should be more of our people on our
side. Something tells me that they will love you, then. You see, another
disadvantage to technology is the stock market gets whacked and, mon frere,
taxes skyrocket.'
'Lower
taxation, PREPOSTROUS, for I have already lowered them accordingly.'
'By
all means, your honor, I find that if we all work together with our own
advisors, our ways will pull through. Now, it has been a long day and I would
suggest you get some rest, milord.'
'Very well, Glehann. Let us take a break.' The lord
would never see day light again…
The
Lord walked out of the building. It was a brisk night… temperature around 15
degrees Celsius.
A
few times, he had thought about resigning, for in his term, he had been shot 4
times. It's different, being in charge of a country as to being in charge of
the world. One: you don't have as direct of control. 2: You have to deal with
MANY more minors and advisors. 3: It's just harder…
As
he was walking along the street, a sudden movement occurred at his back. He
noticed it. He wheeled around to see one of those terrorist extremist ninjas.
They followed him everywhere. Spying his bathroom, as guests at balls, as Limo
drivers. Yep, they definitely were leading him to this moment.
('Damn!
I should have taken that resignation! Stupid me!') The lord thought. 'Why are
so many after me!'
'You'll
find out in HELL!' the chieftain of the ninjas cried.
'Then
I will… Yaaargh!'
The
overlord fought with great skill and stamina, extremely agile and powerful for
a man his age. The skills of his blows were never matched by the ninjas, but,
he would never know the glory of victory again.
The
chieftain fought with equal skill, prepared to face his present foe. Why the
chieftain didn't just kill the lord from the start, I'll never know. He was
approaching, when he heard footsteps behind him.
'Who's
there?'
"It
is Mortimer."
"Ah,
Mortimer, good to see you!"
"Enough
salutations, let's get this over with."
"Sure,
whatever you say."
"The
other guy is not here, what's his name?"
"You
mean me!" a large, beefy man stepped up behind the two conversing men.
"Ah,
Schlepp, good to see you!" Mortimer exclaimed.
"We're
going to destroy that worthless fool
over there." The chieftain said.
"Yes,
yes, I know the plan."
"Good!"
The
lord made his way to a trio of large men, who seemed to all be a leader of this
particularly weak pack. The largest one, some sort of trainer, was on the left…
The smallest, some sort of councilor, was on the right… and right in the middle
stood the true chieftain. Though shorter than the trainer, he seemed to tower
immensely over the others.
It
was unfortunate for the lord that he did not detect the trainer's shuriken, the
councilor's magic tome, or the chieftain's sword.
The
lord was going to attempt to barge through the trio. He smashed directly into
the large one, hoping he was largely slow-witted. This was not so. The large
man deftly pulled three shuriken out of a pocket, and (just as skillfully)
jabbed them into the lord's abdomen. This was extremely stunning to the unwary
lord, who was expecting, at most, a shove. He fell upon the cobblestone
walkway, blood spilling on to the fine granite.
After
he had regained his composure, the lord targeted the culprit of his contusion.
Preparing for the worst, he attempted some strategy. He grabbed a stick and
jumped stealthily into a nearby tree. The chieftain signaled to the councilor.
Almost immediately, flames shot out of the mage's arms, and shot straight into
the tree, igniting it in flames. Once more, the credulous lord was stunned. He
fell out of the tree and onto the ground head over heels. He charged (in a
state of blood wrath) straight at the councilor. A quick flash of lightning and
the now burning and shocked lord was sent sprawling on to the cobblestone once
more.
The
lord knew powerful magic of his own. Through his rage, he had not noticed the
skin on his back peeling and turning a burnt red color. When he did, he
panicked. He quickly called upon the water spirit Undine and doused the deadly
flames.
You
see, the lord himself was a heavy magic user, with many magical abilities. His
best element was water, so he preferred to use Undine.
He
formed a tidal wave in his mind, and rose into the air, with a blue aura
enveloping him. With the aura that surrounded him while he was gathering the
mana, he was unable to be injured by magic or regular attack. In his mind, he
summoned an immense dragon, which caused the nearby waters to rise up into the
air.
Back
in the real world, the lord did not notice the steady unsheathing of a katana.
The
chieftain pulled a blood-red blade out of a beautiful golden scabbard. The
crimson blade shimmered like freshly spilled blood, preparing for another kill.
The chieftain was on his prey in a split second, his shimmering blade high in
the air.
The
lord was too late. He did not notice the chieftain's blade until it had sunk
into his skull. The lord died almost instantly, not knowing what had hit. But
the blade came down with such incredible force, it continued its descent
through the middle of the lord's body.
The
force was so incredible, it ripped the lord in half. One half of him was
already detiorating, whilst the other was ripped up in several places. The
villagers looked out their windows, wondering what all the noise was, only to
find the lord's perished body, and a group of ninjas.
All
of the ninjas rose, laughing histerically. It had been a trick. The lord was
dead... and now this trio of fellows were in control.
"That
was jolly good, wot?" Mortimer exclaimed.
"Ach,
yes... absolutely!" Schlepp added.
"The
fight is now over, we must now rest, and pull strength from one another. I
guarentee that we'll be fighting again tomorrow." The chieftain sheathed
his sword and slowly removed his mask...
In
the place of the dragon design was the lord's most trusted advisor,
Glehann
Wahn Chang...
How
was it? More chapters will come up shortly. Now that it is summer vacation,
I'll be doing a lot of writing. Anyway, please review!
