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CHAPTER 5
THERE ARE NO MORE HEROES HERE
OR
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A WET NOODLE
During the battle in Happy Land several days ago, GT forces had apprehended a QC commander, an emo named DEATH2uAHL. It had taken three moderators to contain him, but he was eventually brought to a secret location I cannot reveal to you to be interrogated. Mainly the interrogation was just Fusion standing there, slapping him in the face with a wet noodle and screaming “TALK!” This went on for several days, the emo unflinching. Then Fusion brought out the barbed wire, cattle prods, Hannah Montana and Barney the Dinosaur DVDS, and the "I am the Walrus", techno remix version. Needless to say, it was quite effective. He cracked like an egg. Amidst his insane, rambling “goo goo g’joobs” and maniacal cackling, Fusion managed to extract the location of one of the QC’s main bases. With plasmoidmonkey nearest to it, he was sent as the first strike.
plasmoidmonkey stood upon the head of his lead mumakil, observing the QC base that could be seen distantly on the far side of the valley nestled in the snowy mountains of the Antarctic Empire. It was kind of ironic, actually, as he was not long ago complaining about missing all the action, and there ends up being a QC base in his vicinity. Who knew?
“Statement: Their defenses are quite pathetic, wouldn’t you agree, Master?” A snow-camo-clad HK-52 droid standing next to him said.
“Looks like it. But we shouldn’t underestimate them: we could be in for a fight.”
“Exclamation: That’s good, Master! I cannot wait to terminate some pitiful meat puppets!”
plasmoidmonkey himself was just a excited as the droid. His army was totally ready, a motley collection of HK-52s, CQB SPARTANS, Southern Water Tribe Warriors, standard GT infantry units, chupacabra hybrids, Sheikiah, basilisk war droids, and massive mumakil. Each mumakil was a fortress in itself, plated with phazite armor resistant to everything but high-frequency lasers and coated underneath with a thin layer of mesh armor that was weak to everything but high-frequency lasers, and anywhere from twenty to forty automated Annihilator Beam turrets or gun-wielding soldiers on its back. plasmoidmonkey himself was clad in his black and green SWT Warrior suit, with his whale-bone broadsword strapped to his back and his lancer rifle in his gloves.
“14:00 hours: time to move it, people.” plasmoidmonkey said over his headset.
JackSkratch paced around his camp, the campfires surrounded by clusters of ninjas. They were the cream of the crop, culled from the best the multitude of secret ninja villages had to offer. And of course, by GT Empire standards, they wore black, grey, or camo. There was not an orange jumpsuit to be seen. They were armed to the teeth: katanas, daggers, nunchaku, shuriken, trench knives, and the occasional sniper rifle, assassin’s blade, or zanbâto.
JackSkratch smiled. His personal army was finally ready. It had taken longer than most other GTers, but he had done it. Now all they needed was a QC attack. But, being so far away from plasmoidmonkey’s forces, they would be forced to wait until something happened closer to them.
The catacombs of Mordor were dark. This did not exactly bother Taivyx, as he was an assassin and enjoyed the extra stealth it gave him. The problem with them was that they were hot. The flows of lava that ran across the blackened surface of the country, and the noxious sulfuric stench that permeated every cubic inch of the place made things next to unbearable. That was the reason the catacombs were built in the first place: trying to live up on the surface was suicide.
Taivyx was bent over a holographic map of the world on his table. A tiny holographic pin was stuck in it, each one with little label as to whose forces were there. By pressing on a pin, the stats of their army would come up. This map led to his other problem: the QC would never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever attack Mordor. Period. Yes, he had seen some action when they attacked Happy Land: there were a record twenty-three GTers in that one battle, and yes the lava spumes and vclouds of brimstone were great for atmosphere, but still. It was dark, hot, and boring. And now Taivyx is going to reach through his computer and strangle me for giving him such a boring position.
Arc_Commander looked down over the rail at the sea of clone troopers below him. These were the Phase 4 Omega-ARC troopers, soldiers finer than the Kaminoans had ever imagined creating.
“As you undoubtedly know…” He addressed them. “A QC base has been discovered not far from here. plasmoidmonkey, being the closest to it, will lead the charge. You will follow him up as reinforcements. They will assuredly, if they are still fighting when we get there, put up a fierce resistance. Crush it. Your captains will give you further briefing. Dismissed.”
The ARCs filed out in perfect lines, their feet in perfect harmony, boarding the GTTTC (GameToast Troop Transport Cruiser) Buttkicker, ready to head to Antarctica.
“Checkmate” Hebes24 said as he beat Xavious in his fourth consecutive game of dejarik holochess. A hologram of the other GTer sat opposite him, looking genuinely ticked off.
“You’re cheating, I just know you’re cheating.”
“Nope.” The second hologram at the table, Hebes24’s AI, Hebes, butted in. “I’ve cross-referenced every play he’s made with the list of legal and illegal moves a total of twenty-seven times. You just suck at the game, Xavious.” He chuckled. Neither Hebes24 nor Xavious could help laughing along.
Their jovialness was interrupted by a loud klaxon horn, and a robotic voice booming. “QC attack fleet detected flying towards Texas, co-ordinates 67-00-12 and bearing south-west at .02 degrees. The following GTers must report for duty…”
The voice went through a short list of veteran names.
“That’s our cue.” Hebes24 said to Xavious. “I look forward to kicking your butt again at the victory party.” He saluted the other GTer. Xavious saluted back, and his hologram vanished. Hebes’s hologram disappeared as well, traveling through the computer network to log into Hebes24’s armor. The bounty hunter popped out the Ai chip and put it in his pocket. Then he ran out of the lounge.
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