LLL is reporting for the next chapter of Rise of the Jedi! Hope you like, and everyone have a happy perihelion!
"Hey kiddo!" Stephen greeted, and then kicked Drake in the face while drawing a lightsaber of his own. Drake rubbed his chin where the boot hit him . "What is up with everyone now having one of these? The Jedi spun around, and slashed at Stephen with Ghost. The lightsaber missed his target but by a few feet, and Drake faced his brother once before two Hunter-9 robots tackled him. Drake hit the ground with his shoulder before pushing up to his feet. Ghost was held over his head with one hand, swaying slightly from side to side, ready to act at his master's slightest twitch. His shoulder stung, but he bit down on his tongue, he'd taken more pain than this. The robots rose up fluidly, and circled him as wolves would circle a trapped bison, hungrily, knowing full well that their lunch was theirs, each with but only one lightsaber. It was visible that both were at higher melkrypes than Drake's Ghost due to their luminosity and pitch they gave off as they moved, but Drake felt he had more experience fighting with his. Kicking off the duel on his terms, he lunged forward, slamming right into one of the robots that circled on his left. It fell but was back on its feet just as Ghost slashed down. Both lightsabers jerked, but Drake jumped back just as the robot pushed him away. The second machine attacked low while the other stayed back. Drake flipped, and twisted as the other robot attacked him in mid-air. The maneuver went wrong however, and Drake twisted his ankle as he landed. Temporarily, the androids attacked together, forcing Drake to retreat. He hobbled and grunted, parrying a stab to his diaphram and elbowing the Hunter in the head. He only succeeded in activating his Humerus. Swearing, he flipped backwards, and took off running towards a wall. The Hunters closed in. Drake waited until he could hear their pacemakers behind him, and then spun, screaming as he poured his energy into a massive "Push" that jettisoned everything backwards. Stephen simply ducked as all the things in the room crashed into the back wall 400 feet away. Drake smiled weakly, and then slumped to the ground in fatigue.
Stephen let a smile play across his face as his brother fought. He'd seen the slip, and no doubt was sure the robots' scanners had picked up on it, and they had had him using all the evasion he possessed. The video camera built into the glasses that rested on his forehead relayed directly to Crislin, who sat at his chair, watching, contemplating. James grit his teeth in anger."Why? Why did you destroy DragonDen?!" James raised a glass and threw at at Crislin, who caught it without looking. His guards began beating James to death.
Dunnovoocha held up a hand to stop his guards, and walked over to the man, who lay in pain on the floor. "My poor James, what I did was necessary. You see, the world is full of greed and fright. Under my reign, these things will exist, but at least everyone will stop deluding themselves with peace, or stop lying to people with the pretense that this is what governments fight for. There is no money in peace. That is why arms dealers make billions, and peace still is not yet achievable. A famous man once said, 'It is impossible to simultaneously prepare for, and prevent war.' What will you do with your weapons? Do you plan on burning them? And what is peace? Well to me, peace is when everyone finally sees eye to eye. And so if everyone just revealed their true colors, that would be a peace of its own. I plan on simply being the messenger, the pro-claimer of this truth."
James shook his head. "But why DragonDen? They were your own men? We were your men!"
Dunnovoocha threw his head back, laughing. "Oh that is a good one. Did you never even think that I wasn't using you for a reason? I mean really, DragonDen was created because I had interests, and I wanted them to be carried out. Too much paperwork is needed in bureaucracy, so I simply made an organization of my own, and collected $200 from there. But while you were my hand to carry out my will, you were also the ones who could oppose and stop me should you disagree with my schemes, as you are right now. After all, you were the best of the best!"
"And why wipe us out now!?" James spat back. Dunnovoocha sipped his coffee thoughtfully as if the idea had never before come to him. The grace with which he thought about killing and human loss was sickening. James may have been an agent of DragonDen, but he never did grow use to his company being killers. Yes, they were here because the world had turned its back on them, or they needed the money, but killers are killers. Crislin finished his cup, and upon his last gulp explained. "To tell why I did not do something in the past I must first explain the present. The droids Devilkin combated seem fully capable of handling lightsabers do they not?"
James said they did.
"And the non-CPU/ PC models are holding beautifully, just as I hoped they would. That is the flaw with many artifices. Separate the heart or brain, and nothing works. But when every cell has its own heart and brain, there is always a weapon to be had! With an army of these, I can rule the world in six months. No a week! And with the most elite soldiers out the way, that is a realization. But recent discoveries led me to the energy which I sent your team to acquire. It had the potential to be used against my robots, and once it was weaponized, I had to test it, to make sure that nothing could defeat my droids. And that is what is going on now. I could've destroyed DragonDen years ago, but I needed to be in the political and economic position I am now, and Alcatri was still my bitter rival. Now, we are about to set the bomb on a beauty genocide of the human consciousness. And my friend James, rejoice! For when I rise to the top of charred bones, and incinerated families, your lightsabers will be the peace-keeping weapons wielded by my AI's. To the end!" he toasted, and sipped his drink.
James did nothing but curse himself for bringing about the end of the world.
Poor James...Have a good night world!