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    Contagion

    Post by Diablo on Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:37 am

    Time: Afternoon / Date: 7/07/2012
    Act I
    The Fallen Lord


    It had taken nearly a month to perfect Lord Diablo's toxin; a delicious blend of poisonous venom and lethal blight lovingly concocted to create the ultimate death. Odorless, colorless, tasteless; there was truly no equal to compare. Not bad for a coven of corrupted priests, right? Never say that a demon was backwards when it came to space-age technology.

    "For the love of everything infernal... Why must these barrels be so wretchedly heavy?"
    Amid the thumping of hooves and the groaning of a horse-drawn carriage were several men. All of them were garbed in heavy robes and none of them looked remotely... nice. Dark cultists made for terrible friends and even worse mates invited to a sensible gathering. That said, they were excellent minions and lower-end fodder to sacrifice for the greater good (or evil) of a scheme. Two of the men sat at the front of the carriage while the three others remained in the cart, their hands protectively keeping the precious barrels from rocking too much around.

    One of the cultists looked up at the one who had just spoken, soulless eyes winking lightly in the sun's rays. "No one said that carrying the toxin discreetly would prove to be easy," he casually remarked. "Besides, it beats fetching dead bodies and dragging them down into the crypts."
    There was a collective shudder from the trio. Only the Grand Inquisitioner was permitted down there, and the things to be heard...

    "And it beats being stuck in the cathedral all day, too."
    No one refuted such truer words and the cultists nodded in agreement.

    The rest of the trip was relatively silent, the spoken tongue of little use where quiescence sufficed. Upon the cobblestone road leading away from the fishing village did the men travel, their foreign bodies cloaked in the cover of peaceful trees and breathless groves. Nary a soul was here, pun aside, and only the woodland animals darted about, both intrigued and apprehensive. Birds sung their afternoon melodies and a gentle breeze hushed itself through the foliage. The world had a unique perspective about it; the sun-dappled ground, radiant sunbeams through the leaves, and the ambiance of life provided for a very deceitful illusion. There would be no vitality running about these charming woods once the toxin took effect.

    "We're here."
    Soon after the carriage stopped, the horse pulling it stubbornly swaying its head with a putter of its lips and a frustrated clop.

    One by one the men piled out and they promptly went to work. Before them was an innocent stream, neither too deep nor too shallow, and it trickled directly into the lake. With it carried fresh water from the mountains looming overhead, and with it death would follow. The cultists knew what to do and they moved with earnest. Two of them prepared the scene in case anyone was too nosy for their own good; this followed in the form of strange enchantments and spells to cast suitable imagery to trick the eyes of the unwary. The other three left their kin to commence with the chanting and this trio carefully and dutifully removed each barrel. There were four in total, more than enough to poison the lake and spread the taint two-fold. Barrels now upright and ready, the three men hefted one and brought it over towards the stream with a grunt.

    Pop! The cork came off and an odorless cancer wafted through the air, a vapor so toxic that the cultists had to cover their own mouths with the sleeves of their robes.

    "Right; let's dispose of this one and get on with it," one of the cultists grumbled in distaste. "The faster we unload the toxin the quicker we can leave this awful bane. On three. One... Two... Three...!"

    And so it went, the cultists tipping the first barrel over and letting the clear, water-like liquid blend seamlessly into the stream itself. The effects of the poison would not be immediate; nay, they would be slow, painful. Already the cultists grew antsy at being near such an ill thing, but their work had to continue. For Lord Diablo it must. As the second barrel was being prepared a pair of hikers descended from their mountain voyage. They would not see a foul act being committed, however. Instead, they would see nothing more than five old men enjoying the beautiful afternoon together, casually dressed with smiles upon their faces and drinking glasses in hand.

    Nothing but barrels of wine for a lovely summer day, this toxin fairly harmless...
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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Pirate Lord Ridley on Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:42 pm

    Little did anyone know, but a huge spaceship was actually located above Lochlann and the surrounding areas on this day, miles wide in area. Cloaked by technology making it invisible to the naked eye and using a signal-jammer, it was impossible to figure out the exact location of the ship without some very advanced skills, technology or magic. Even then, it'd be a challenge. After all, the God of Magic Kefka Palazzo was around also, and his spells were able to prevent ships from most magics. Some magics from other worlds were different and therefore effective against him and his defensive magics, however. Should someone use detecting magic from another world, he would be unprepared against the exact type of that magic and it may get through.

    "Scanning area for life-forms." A Space Pirate yelled inside the ship. "Multiple life-forms found. Well, what do we do now? Do we hold off the mission until life-forms become scarce in the area, or do we continue as planned and merely ignore the helpless bastards down there?" He rested his hands on the keys. No, they were very helpless. Soon this world would be corrupted by the Great Poison... And ALL would fall under its influence. "Ignore them. They'll meet their end soon enough." Came the response from the other Space Pirate to his left. "Squadron Gamma, move in. Prepare Phazon Canisters and Phazon Canister support A, B and E. C and D are currently undergoing final checks by Science Team Gamma. Their E.T.A is T minus ten millicycles."

    "Got it. Squadron Gamma, deploying now." Suddenly, in the air a team of ten Space Pirates just seemingly appeared, flying through the air with jetpacks along with four huge floating trailers made out of alien metal, three that had Canisters (They were much bigger than they looked) with an odd blue substance inside them. They weren't tied to the trailers- they were being held there by a force generated by the trailer itself. It was a simple mechanic that allowed Space Pirates to pull the Phazon Canisters from the trailers without any major problems. Far better than that 'rope' crap humans used. The fourth trailer? It contained three odd, tiny pieces of machinery. Who knew what they were.

    "I'll be there in a millicycle to ensure everything runs smoothly. Don't fuck this up." Another voice appeared on radio.

    "Yes, Lord Ridley." The Squadron Leader replied obediently.

    Within a minute of their departure from the invisible ship, the Pirates landed, their suits protecting them from any major problems. Immediately they set to work, moving for one of the tiny machines. Picking one up, they set it down near the aforementioned stream in the previous post and one of them hovered its hand over it before speaking an alien language. "As'olftera'nvorasht'ori." Moving back slowly, the machine expanded to reveal itself as a huge machine (Roughly ten meters wide) with four legs, each one with a hole in that looked like it could fit something huge. Wait, weren't those holes the same shape as...

    Some Space Pirates had already headed over to one of the Canister Trailers, four of them grabbing a canister each and emptying the trailer. "Why are these things so damn heavy...?!" They struggled towards the machine, and slowly it lowered its four legs to be just about a meter from the ground. The Pirates loaded the Phazon Canisters into the machine, pushing them upwards into the holes set out for them. Said machine just clamped around the mid-section of each Phazon Canister, and the speaking Pirate spoke again: "M'zoriwosvor'ri."

    The machine glowed a neon blue colour. What was going on...?


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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Diablo on Mon Jul 09, 2012 3:22 am

    What is going on!? Oh, look. Just the question we were hoping for!

    Although the cultists had already prepared their carriage and were ready to depart, that didn't necessarily mean they had gone. No sooner had they cleaned up their act did they hear something... strange. And if they heard something strange then you can bet the demon controlling them was going to become terribly curious. This is exactly what happened and with a collective twitch the cultists became as still as stone. Their heads turning as one, ten glowing eyes gazed upon the pristine thicket, intense, while a sinister presence took hold.

    Back at the cathedral, deep within the musty crypts, the Lord of Terror openly growled. His searing eyes were currently gleaming with a sight not his own, the stream and targeted area now before him in a wavy illusion. There is something here, Duriel... snarled Diablo, irritated. Who would dare to trod upon the demon's land!?

    Of course the Prime Evil was incredibly backwards in the way of space-age technology, so he would not be able to comprehend exactly what the Space Pirates were doing. He would, however, sense a strange... lifeforce; and one that was encroaching nearby. No, he did not know what Phazon was, but the substance held just the right amount of sentience to attract the demon. Same with the Space Pirates and their newfangled electronics.

    What are you griping about now? Duriel sighed. You are probably sensing more of those cutesy woodland creatures again. I can taste nothing foul in the air.
    But the Lord of Terror knew better. There was something here... No, Duriel. There is a group of creatures nearby, unlike the mindless animals you speak of. I sense... Diablo took a careful step forward, his tail swishing behind him contently. I sense... fear. And if there is fear... Instantly the Lord of Terror directed his far-seeing gaze upon a nearby bird; a common bluejay. Cultists would be too obvious, too clumsy. He needed a vessel and what better spy for his ill cause than a fat, puffy little bird? Perfect! Come here, you disgusting thing...

    One of the cultists, being controlled by their Lord, held up a hand and a spell whispered forth from their rotten mouth. It was a simple Charming Spell, nothing too major, and within moments the bluejay became the unwilling sleuth for the Prime Evil. The spell complete, the bird took flight and flew through the trees' branches, weaving its way treetop from treetop before it ultimately perched upon a tree nearby from the so-called mysterious lifeforce. Meanwhile, as Diablo vanquished all thoughts of eating wriggling grubs aside, the cultists were given a silent command to return back to the church. They would only get in the way.

    Nothing could explain to Diablo what the demon was now seeing.

    What...? What is all that? he growled to Duriel, turning the bird's head sideways for a better look. Looked like... some strangely-welded automaton. A golem? Strange, there was no arcane power emanating from such a construct. What powered this monstrous beast?
    Not even Duriel knew and the Lord of Pain was clueless. It appears to be... a machine, Al'Diabalos. Of what I cannot say. That made two of them.
    A machine...

    Diablo's attention was quickly drawn away from what he didn't know and soon thrust unto what he did. Look, Duriel... See those hideous wretches over there? The demon had never seen anything like them before! And the grotesque creations back in the Burning Hells did not count. What strange armor they championed... Are they demons? Diablo asked to himself. Again, no sensation of arcane energies... Bah, this world was one big headache to the next.
    I know not what they are, but their armor resembles that of an insect. You would do wise to steer clear of them until we have a better idea of what these minions can do. Leave it to Duriel to have a clear head out of the two. And also leave it to Duriel to spot the real gem of the treasure pile. Al'Diabalos! Look, over there!
    The bird's anxious eye instantly jumped to the canisters, which were quite large, and the Prime Evil took a good gander at them.
    What, Duriel? Those barrels of luminescent pus?
    Aye. Are they not... intriguing to you? It seems these brutes are following your scheme; dumping foul toxins into the lake in an attempt to unleash terror. Perhaps you need to sharpen your...
    THEY ARE COPYING MY IDEAS!
    Duriel tweaked his hearing, grimacing. I daresay that jumping to conclusions will only prove foolish, but... yes; it would appear so, Al'Diabalos.

    At the prospect of his carefully-planned scheme being overshadowed by perhaps a much bigger power, the Lord of Hell felt the burning kilns in his plated chest brood with contempt. How dare these miserable louts impinge upon my newly-acquired domain and seek to do what they please!? Get your own damn lake!
    I humbly advise that we don't do anything hasty, Al'Diabalos.
    Hmph! The Lord of Hell was not a child, Duriel, but your words will be heeded.
    Of course not, Duriel. Of course not... Let us simply observe what our guests are up to...

    A game of metaphorical thrones has begun!
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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Pirate Lord Ridley on Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:33 am

    As advanced in technology as they were, the Space Pirates had absolutely no idea that the Lord of Terror was watching them in their mission. If they had been aware, they'd probably have waited until their leader arrived to activate any of the machines.

    The machine, glowing blue, moved its four arms inwards, slotting the Phazon Canisters into holes that lay on the top of the machine, too high for the Pirates to be able to carry. There, it removed its clamps and the four arms moved to the ground, pushing the machine up into the air. Looking closely, you could see it with a mining drill, and as of such it fired a small laser into the earth beneath it. But this mining drill was special.The laser passed through the surface of the earth, and after a short while there was an explosion as part of the earth under the surface was completely obliterated, causing the surface underneath the strange machine to collapse in on itself. Why was this being complicated as such? It was to not cause any damage whatsoever to the Phazon Canisters, of course. To start the corruption early would not end well.

    The machine, after causing a hole underneath it that looked to be roughly its size and mass, began lowering itself into it. Fully contained in the hole, the arms retracted too until it fit perfectly in said hole. It was... far too perfect. Then again, space-age technology was at its peak back in the Metroid Universe. As of such, you would see that the machine was no longer visible. The ground looked... exactly as it had before. Oh, technology! Upon stepping over it, it turned out that it felt the same and had the same mass, too.

    "First seed planted successfully. Moving onto plantation point B. Request Attack Skiff as a method of transport." The Space Pirate that was doing all the talking informed the ship and Ridley. Let's just call him 'Leader Pirate' for now.

    "Got it. Skiff is on the way." Came the reply from the radio.

    From the same Space Pirate ship, three Skiffs flew down at a low speed. They couldn't be going at high speeds after all; Space Pirates were supposed to ride on top. Which is what they did. As the Skiffs landed, all the Space Pirates jumped on the Skiffs. Four per Skiff aside from the final one, that took two Pirates rather than four.

    Almost immediately, the Skiffs began heading towards the village of Lochlann.

    Alternatively, you could ignore what that group were doing. Why? Because in the distance, what looked to he a humongous bird with bright yellow wings was approaching. It was actually moving incredibly quickly, definitely more than a hundred miles per hour. And this was it taking its time.

    Yes, when it got closer it revealed itself to be Ridley, the Leader of the Space Pirates. He was obviously here to observe the other Pirates and be sure they didn't screw up. It wasn't too hard a job anyway; the machine did it for you. So why they'd fucked up in the past, he had no idea. Idiots...

    "Greetings, Lord Ridley." The Leader Pirate spoke for his team as the space dragon caught up to them. He flew alongside Squadron Gamma.

    "Any problems?" Ridley asked. "Humans been causing hell?"

    "No, not particularly. Going smoothly, Lord Ridley." They had scanned and found some human-like life forms, but had been unable to see them... As if some odd magic was tricking their eyes.

    "Good. I won't have to crush any heads then." The Space Pirates would love to say he meant that in the metaphorical sense, but he would literally crush Pirate heads were they foolish enough to fuck up such an easy task. All his Squadrons were supposed to be greater than something like that.

    "Here." The Space Pirates landed successfully in Lochlann village after a while of travelling. Their method of travel sent them travelling quite far after all, they had to be able to move at least decently quickly. Even on their 'Shrike' Class Skiffs.

    "Beginning plantation of second seed." Leader Pirate spoke out loud as they went for another machine, about to go through the exact same process.

    And to think, they were still completely unaware of their observers.


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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Diablo on Mon Jul 09, 2012 8:34 pm

    Hmm... These brutes appear to be inseminating the earth with their pulsating miasma. How interesting...
    While Duriel was making careful observation, Lord Diablo was much more intrigued at the flying dragon. Bah! An armored dragon as their leader? The demon snarled and twisted his upper lip. This is what those insect-like fools fear; their leader is the source of their terror. Which allowed the Prime Evil to sense out the Space Pirates in the first place. At least dragons were something the Lords of Hell were familiar with; those glowing wings and winking instruments not so much, however.

    With a ruffle of its feathers the bluejay quietly flitted about, soon landing upon another tree branch to get a good look at the first and second hole.
    See how they burrow with that machine, Duriel... It would be a pity if something happened to it. Already the Lord of Terror was starting to brew a suitable act of revenge and protection. This was his domain. His!
    Duriel was a bit more pragmatic. Hmph, that it would, but you would have revealed your hand, no? Secrecy is more your style; Baal took delight in wanton destruction. Ah, yes; Baal and his bloodlust for decimation of everything around him... Diablo was not Baal and he refused to be held alike to his sleeping brother.
    No, I do not like revealing my hand so early, Diablo agreed. He would have to think of multiple schemes to deal with these... intruders. Let us continue to observe these creatures; they may provide something useful to us.
    For once, Duriel agreed.

    A wise tactic, Al'Diabalos... A wise tactic.
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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Pirate Lord Ridley on Tue Jul 10, 2012 6:34 pm

    Upon reaching and grabbing the machine, the three Space Pirates going for the machine once again brought it over, this time to another grassy patch. One of them stopped after placing it down, glancing around.

    "What's the matter?" The second of the Pirates turned back, looking at the one having a gander at his surroundings.

    "I just got a bad feeling... As the pathetic humans say, a shiver crawled down my spine." His eyes passed over the bluejay, stopping for a second and narrowing before moving on. He did a full sweep of the area, but upon finding nothing that seemed out of the ordinary, he turned back to the other Pirate, who proceeded to add to his thoughts that it was just him: "It's probably your imagination. These are nothing but unintelligent, smaller, lower-level life forms not worthy of our attention. Y'know, like pretty much everything else on this rock of a planet. Glory to the Space Pirates, right?"

    The other Pirate nodded. "Yeah. Glory to the Space Pirates and all that other shit." They both moved back to the group, the rest of which had already loaded the machine and given it the commands it needed. It was currently at the burrowing phase, pushing itself into the ground. "Good work, good work. Keep this up and you might get ration increases." Ridley clapped slowly. This last line caused the Pirates to suddenly be much more outgoing and pleasant. You could tell that they worked like a government and an army, albeit corrupt and wanting to rule over all the bastards they could. That and they wanted omniscience. You could never go wrong with omniscience, right? Right? "I've half a mind to torch this place and watch in pleasure as everything suffers... But I'll get that joy later, when the Phazon corrupts and/or kills all of the bastards on the damn planet. Hahahahahahaha." The dragon let loose a haughty laugh.

    "Ugh. This place really seems foul." Leader Pirate commented.

    "Don't get used to it! It'll get a lot worse before we make it better. And by then, it'll just be for us anyway."

    The machine then finished its burrowing and once again it was invisible under the surface of the ground. "Hmmm. Only question is how to do this in Portal City without too many witnesses. Don't want anyone to know what's coming. If word of this gets to the wretched Bounty Hunter, she'll warn everyone and the difficulty of what we're doing will intensify tenfold. I'll kill the bitch the next time I see her, however..." It was time to stop loitering around the center of the village before they were noticed, though.

    "Time to move to plantation area of final seed. Anyone that so much as hints that they'll screw this up now will find themselves without limbs and slowly bleeding to death." He smiled darkly at the thought. A happy thought to Ridley.

    "Got it! On the skiffs, Squadron Gamma." Leader Pirate ordered. The others complied and as the skiffs flew, Ridley flew also. On the way, the Pirate Lord grabbed and snatched the final machine from the trailer before overtaking the skiff and, at great speeds, flying off. He didn't, however, go far before he reached a field that was completely desolate. Said field was not too far to be considered separate to Lochlann and the surrounding areas, but far enough to contain no life. The dragon landed in the field, amongst much grass that looked freshly-cut. That couldn't be the case! But regardless, that was irrelevant and a completely unnecessary story. Now that he'd arrived, Ridley immediately placed down the machine and activated it, awaiting his Space Pirates and their arrival.

    After a short while, they arrived. First as specks in the distance, then they drew ever-closer as they travelled towards plantation point C, the final point in the area. "I'm keeping an eye out for anything suspicious... I still don't like this feeling." The Pirate that had looked around before warned. The others nodded. Always good to keep an eye out if you weren't certain of anything. Tended to come in handy. "Whatever, just don't waste time. Now, get the damn Phazon loaded at once!" Came the snarky comment from the Pirate Lord.

    "Yes, Lord Ridley. At once." Eight of the Space Pirates went for the remaining four Phazon Canisters, each one having two carriers since they were so heavy. They carried them over and placed them in the machine so that it could begin the process properly when the correct word in the alien language was mentioned. Which was, actually, the same word as used on the first two machines. Soon, it began the burrowing process, to tunnel into the ground as the final machine. Then Ridley and Squadron Gamma would leave Lochlann.

    Well. You had a Space Pirate on the lookout and the final machine being burrowed with a team of Pirates and the huge dragon too. Tread carefully now, Lord of Terror...


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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Diablo on Tue Jul 10, 2012 9:15 pm

    Ehehe... Your terrible feelings were inspiring to the demon, loathsome space fool. But not inspiring enough to coax the Lord of Terror out of his stupid disguise. Birds weren't the most... sought after when it came to his choice of mind control. When one Space Pirate scanned its eyes over him Diablo had the bluejay simply pick at its wings, gleaning on the tree branch like a normal feathery puff of stupidity would do.
    Meanwhile Duriel listened to the conversation with great interest, his mind already pacing. Hmm... They are drilling the third canister into the earth, this... Phazon. Neither demon had heard of such a thing before. And it is apparently highly corrosive; enough to wipe out everything, if their leader is correct. Are you taking this all in, Al'Diabalos?
    Pfft...

    Diablo was more interested in beating the snot out of this Lord Ridley, but this Phazon seemed more prominent right now. Yes, Duriel, I am, the demon growled. He was not a mere imp! Turning the bluejay's head to the side yet again, Diablo and Duriel watched with great attentiveness as the creatures, and their lord, started to fly away. ...I have got to get me one of those flying wagons, Diablo reflected with slight awe.

    There is a creature left to guard the area not too far ahead, Al'Diabalos, the Lord of Pain informed. What shall you do with it?

    Hmm... Diablo spied, with his little birdy eye, a few animals that would serve his purposes wonderfully. He could easily dispose of this straggler; a pack of wolves to devour its corpse, perhaps? Or, ooh! A mother bear and her cubs! Ah, what terrible fun that would be. Of course, if he did that then the dragon would know something was up. Can't have that, no. We will ignore the peon for now, Diablo decided. Extending his little wings the demon took off, but not before marking several trees with the bird's beak. He was up to something but as to what... We are ready to depart. Come, Duriel! Let us see the final area these trespassers covet. And let us also shed ourselves of this awful disguise...

    Flying high into the sky and past the trees' canopies, the Prime Evil knew exactly what to do. If he was correct, then a much higher predator on the food chain should be right about... Screeeeech! Ah, here... There was a flurry of feathers, the ripping of talons, and a red-tailed hawk caught the tiny bluejay in an instant of forsaking its leafy cover. Diablo didn't mind, however. As the insignificant bird's life was quickly ebbing into the darkness, the Lord of Terror seeped himself into the hawk's conscious. Shortly the bird of prey came under his influence and once again the Lord of Terror had a stubborn host that simply wanted to eat things.

    Ugh, animals... the demon griped. A small thud hit the earth as the bluejay's mangled body was released. Never did prefer taking over animals...
    And up the hawk went, soaring high into the sky like the lone sentinel that it was. From way up here it could still see the field those unwitting fools were tampering with, a hawk's sight quite impressive. It circled a few times, as hawks were wont to do, perhaps spotting a mouse in the fields. Whatever it was doing no Space Pirate would find it out of place. This was a field where mice lived, and where there were mice there was a hawk, yes? Of course...

    Clever, Al'Diabalos... Duriel remarked. I am beginning to see why you outfoxed both of your brothers.
    Diablo simply chuckled to himself, the demon too engrossed in his work to reply.
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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Pirate Lord Ridley on Wed Jul 11, 2012 6:24 pm

    Very intelligent indeed! If you murder the mook, you attract the attention of the Dragon, who in turn is actually the Big Bad of the Space Pirates. You always had to level up before the final boss, right? Wrong? Okay, so in video games sometimes you had encounters with the final boss throughout the storyline, but this was not one of those types of Big Bads. No, Ridley was rarely ever encountered in such a way, and in one of the times where he was encountered like that he had actually defeated his arch-nemesis canonically. Which was something many Big Bads aspired to do but never made it.

    Moving on, the machine had begun borrowing into the earth already. In less than ten seconds, the process was over and it was as if the machine had never even been there. "Hahahahahahaha... Soon, they shall know the wrath of the Space Pirates. All will be consumed, and we shall dominate all!" Ridley boasted out loud. All his scanners picked up was wildlife and Space Pirates. The hawk being part of the wildlife. It seems your disguise worked after all.

    "You. Trin'gya." One Pirate pointed to another. "Did you remember to set the traps?" He was pointing to a different Pirate that had been more or less unnoticed all this time, being an unimportant background character until now. "Yes, I remembered. It takes literally a few seconds, so I think I have the easiest job. Heh." The other Pirate merely nodded, uncaring for that last line as Trin'gya set to work once more.

    And as it had been said, within seconds Trin'gya had completed his job and they were all finished up and ready to depart. "Back to the ship. We can let the ship take us to the Forest rather than head there and have to wait for the other Phazon Canisters to meet us." He took off, beating his wings with enough force to make the Space Pirates struggle to stay upright. "How goes Xenos breeding schedule?" Unheard to any but Ridley, there came a response through his headpiece.

    "Breeding is successful so far, a one-hundred percent rate."

    "Good. We're returning to the ship."

    "Very well. Ready for you, Lord Ridley."

    He then ascended to a height where his wing beating no longer affected the ground, and the Space Pirates climbed on the Skiffs, taking off. It was as it was before, four on two and two on one, regarding Skiffs and the amount of Pirates on each one. They followed Ridley as he flew away, the trailers behind them as they went. They would fly over the two points that they visited and stopped at before, except this time they would fly right over them, not caring. Travelling to the exact place where they appeared (Of course, it took quite a while to get from Point A to Point B. It just seemed shorter due to lack of information written as to what happened inbetween.) the Space Pirates would stop flying and collect their equipment, standing on an invisible platform high in the air. How did they know where it was? Space Pirate technology came with little add-ons that caused the jamming to not work on them. Mind you, they could be jammed by any other jamming signal- the add-on was Space Pirate signal specifically. So they had seen the platform using different visors and through Pirate guidance.

    And suddenly, they were gone. The hatch that they had entered would close, and anything nearby to the cloaked ship would be feel the air rush as the ship began moving once more. Heading to its next location to plant more Phazon. Away from Diablo's claimed land this time.

    Mission complete.


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    Re: Contagion

    Post by Diablo on Wed Jul 11, 2012 7:45 pm

    Fools... Did they really think that their plan, their masterpiece, would be without err? Diablo, as the hawk, would personally make sure that Lord Ridley and his little friends would be humiliated for their arrogance. No one trespassed on these lands and thought they could get away with such an act! As the Space Pirates took off with a burst of unnatural wind, the hawk landed upon a nearby tree, regal wings tucked close to its body and talons curled around the bare branch. It could not see the cloaked vessel but it was no longer of importance to the demon.

    Did you commit the fourth canister to memory, Duriel?
    Yes, but did you not hear, Al'Diabalos? It is rigged.
    Both demons had seen the one called Trin'gya do its easy little job, but did that deter the Prime Evil?

    Duh, no.

    Diablo only snorted, shaking his feathered head. Of course I heard, but we have nothing to fear. And how was this?
    I presume you have a way of circumventing the trap? It would not surprise Duriel at this point. The Lord of Terror was such a little schemer that his older brothers would be proud.
    You know me too well by now, Duriel... the demon contently rumbled. Too well...

    The dragon would never know what hit him as it would not be the best of technology that would beat him, but... a colony of moles. They would dig out the Phazon canisters without springing the above-ground traps, and then...? And then a real masterpiece will unfold. Lord Ridley, eat your heart out.

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