~The group of three sleep soundly for the majority of the night, until about an hour prior to dawn, when a huge boom rocks the house. Fera wakes up immediately and looks past her curtains outside. Retro tosses his covers aside and falls to the floor, still half asleep, while Jed sits up and yawns, spreading his huge Kirby mouth to cover about 75% of his body.~
Retro: *Still faced down in the carpet* What's going on, dear?
Fera: It's pitch black outside, but I thought I saw a flash of light at the same time as the explosion.
KoD: Explosions... is that all? Just wake me up when we're in real danger. *Falls back asleep*
~The door to the room opens and the village elder comes in.~
Elder: Oh, sorry about that Mr. Belmont, no need to worry, they've only returned for supplies.
Retro: *Gets up* What do you mean 'they'? What supplies?
Elder: No time to explain now, I've got to go meet them downstairs, they'll likely be at my doorstep any-
~A seriously loud pounding is coming from the front door in the foyer. The elder sighs and immediately heads downstairs. The group follow him.~
Elder: I'm coming, I'm coming, blast it!
~The Elder opens the front door, and inside steps a decent sized, dark skinned man, with cropped hair and a light mustache. On the top of his head is a blood soaked headband. He wears light armor and a dark purple cape. Behind him two men armed with heavy weaponry stand to either side of him.~
Man: I'm here for the supplies your village owes us for this month, sir. Point me to them so my men and I can leave without any trouble.
Elder: Oh...hm, I was confused, is it already that time of the month, Lando?
Lando: *Sigh* Yes, and if you expect your village to stay pretty I suggest you just speed this up and give my men the supplies we need.
Retro: *Steps forward* Now hold on a minute.
~The men each point their guns at Retro, who grunts and continues anyway.~
Retro: You can't just take the supplies the PDG gave this town!
Elder: No no, it's fine, they need them more than we do, Mr. Belmont.
Lando: I cannot say I approve of this man's behavior. Listen here, we're not thieves- I am a Lieutenant for the CIA, and for several years now we've been fighting a battle against forces of Legion on this planet.
KoD: The CIA's cheap enough not to send supplies to their own forces? Dude, weak! *Whistles and looks away as the guns point to him instead.*
Lando: ...The CIA doesn't know we're here. Thanks to the asteroid belt orbiting the planet there's no way to make contact to the base. And we very well can't fly into space with tanks and other land based units. And to stay alive we depend on some of the supplies sent by the PDG to this village. In return, we protect them from the raids of the Legion forces.
Retro: (Why are there so many troops here on a small planet? It makes no sense.)
Elder: It's true, the reason the PDG comes down here instead of dropping supplies through the atmosphere is because of the asteroid belt. Alas, no one on this planet can contact anyone outside of the atmosphere.
Lando: We have reason to believe that the Legion troops cannot make contact either, but they've taken several villages past the mountains already. Back when I was with the CIA under the leadership of the third Commander, we fought for justice. Who knows what's happening to them now.
KoD: Anything but that. >.>
Retro: They attacked a PDG station and kidnapped our friend, but we don't know their location, so finding him is currently impossible.
Lando: It seems the ways of honor have escaped the CIA. I hope you find your friend some day, to be sure. But, I think we've talked enough about this, now where are the supplies? We never know when Legion will attack us again.
~The elder leads Lando and his men outside, to a small, erm, large shed located behind the manor. Meanwhile, the three stand in the foyer, waiting.~
*OoC: The boom heard at the beginning was more like an exploding flare that the CIA troops used to tell the villagers that they were coming. Aw snap, more background knowledge!
KoD: I'm bored. Can we go back to sleep now?
Fera: Yeah, there's probably nothing more we can do here. Coming, Retro?
Retro: I was thinking...
KoD: You fool!
Retro: Maybe we should help the CIA.
Fera & KoD: You fool!
Fera: Why would we do that? They're the CIA for crying out loud!
Retro: It's not the same CIA we hate, but an old group who have apparently been in operation here before the new group came to power. And if they're trying to protect this town, we should help defend it!
Fera: So much for just 'stopping by' on your home planet...
KoD: These guys weren't here when you grew up here, right Retro?
Retro: Naw, I don't recall armed men demanding supplies during my childhood. This town is more peaceful than anything I know of.
Fera: So that means that the CIA must have came here soon after you left, and then changed? The same thing could be said for Legion, to an extent. *Strokes chin interestingly*
Retro: All I know is that the town's in danger because of Legion, and if they're the bad guys here, we gotta stop them.
Elder: *Walks into the room and closes the front door behind him* Well well, so sorry about that. Off to bed with you all now.
Retro: Wait a second! Do you know where their camp is?
Elder: Come again? Are my beds not comfortable enough for you, Mr. Belmont?
Retro: Er, sorry, it's not that. I actually wanted to talk to their leader a little bit more.
KoD: Well I
certainly thought the beds were too hard.
Elder: They usually camp on the outskirts of town, to the north. I'll mark it on your map!
Retro: Sorry, we don't have a map.
Elder: Then how am I gonna mark it?! Here, hold out your hand, Mr. Belmont.
Retro: Aw god it's cold! So cold! Do you have to use a permanent marker!?
Elder: That way you'll really remember it! *Wheezing laughter*
Fera: Thank you for having us.
Elder: Oh that reminds me, I gotta check the video tapes...
Elder: Er nothing! Have a blast talking to them and what not! Nice to see you again, Mr. Belmont, you and your friends are welcome back any time!
Retro: Whatever. *All leave*
Blackheart: Damn it! *Slams fists on a keyboard, smashing it.*
Jarod: Captain, are the transmissions still not connecting?
Blackheart: No, and I spilled some more damn coffee on my pants! Jarod, napkin!
Shanks: Hey, look at that there. *Points onto the screen to a weak connection being made with a CIA signal.*
Blackheart: Ah, they're here too arrgh they? Establish a transmission with their commander, we've got to let them know what we've been doing.
~The transmitter makes a few dialing sounds, and the other end is picked up by Lando.~
Lando: Lieutenant Lando of the CIA speaking, who is this?
Blackheart: Ah, Lieutenant. The name's Drake Blackheart of the Darkstar Pirates. My crew and I have been working under your leader's supervision, and we have retrieved his blueprints for the weapon as instructed.
Lando: I don't know of your mission or your boss. My men and I haven't been in contact with the CIA HQ since 2014.
Blackheart: 'Zat so? So you're marooned here, is that it? Well I'm afraid we have no more business with you. Nice speaking to you, Lieutenant.
Lando: Wait! If you can travel off of this planet, can you tell the CIA that we're stranded here?
Blackheart: Sorry, that ain't in the contract. However if the right price was offered...
Lando: Please, Captain. We have little money, and I'm sure that the leader of the CIA would surely give you a bonus for telling him that we're here.
Blackheart: Hm, I 'spose. Are you sure he'll give us extra? I'm not one to haggle with a man who wants to destroy planets and space stations with a weapon.
Lando: What! Weapons such as those are strictly prohibited in the CIA!
Blackheart: Wise up to the new rules, Lieutenant, I think you have much to catch up on.
Blackheart: I'll tell him you're here, you have my word as a Captain. Arrrgh.
Lando: Very well. As long as they come.
~The transmission cuts off.~
Lando: What's happened to the CIA...
A flashback who writes wrote:
[2014, CIA Headquarters]
~A dying commander slumps on his throne. A few days after the deployment of Lando and his troops to Partur, a massive mutiny erupted in the CIA headquarters. The X-66, clad in body covering black armor, stands over the commander and holds his blade downwards.~
CIA Commander: Who... are you?
X-66: A man who desires power and new life. Go ahead and scream, I don't mind.
CIA Commander: How did you get my men to turn on me?!
X-66: Brainwash. It always works when you have the right tools. Come, Leaven.
~A younger Leaven steps forward from the shadows, concealed entirely in dark green armor with his arms crossed.~
X-66: He has a little 'talent', shall we say. He made all of this easy, all I had to do was come aboard your station.
Young woman: Leave my father alone, he didn't do anything to deserve this!
CIA Commander: Adele, get back! I can't stand to lose you!
X-66: Bah, what an annoying sounding little girl. Leaven, take care of her.
Leaven: ...Fine. *Grabs the girl as she fights to get to her father and places a hand on her head.*
Adele: Get away!!!
~Suddenly Adele sends a wave of invisible power out of her head and sends Leaven flying backwards and into a wall. She collapses, and blacks out. Leaven grabs his head and shakes it off, then stands up.~
X-66: Leaven, what's wrong!?
Leaven: I don't know, she...she must have some sort of telekinetic powers too.
CIA Commander: So her power finally awakened...
Leaven: Some thing's wrong...now I can't use mine!!
X-66: Are you joking me?!
CIA Commander: It's no joke, heh... Adele has a gift. A certain gift that allows her to remove parts of a person's being with her mind. I've never seen it awakened before now, but it's always been...in the genes of the...women.
X-66: She'll be of use to me, then.
CIA Commander: Don't lay a hand on herUUURGHHH! *Gasps as the blade is thrust through his chest.*
X-66: This mutiny is a success. Now, Leaven, tend to the girl while I tell these soldiers who their new leader is.
Leaven: ...Careful, sir. They're probably no longer under my control.
X-66: Don't worry, these soldiers can be reshaped easily now that the evil has been in their heads for this long. Oh, and Leaven...
X-66: Do not fear for your life now that you have no powers. I still hold the deal, and you've been a great help. The power will still be yours someday.
Leaven: What about the girl?
X-66: Mentor her.
~A few days later, the ship serves under the X-66 and the new two generals. However...~
X-66: She WHAT!?
Leaven: She has amnesia. Can't even remember her name.
X-66: Well Commander Strives' daughter will just have to be taught from the beginning. You had mental powers, she what you can do.
Leaven: I'll do my best. *Bows and leaves*
~Meanwhile, on the far side of the planet of Partur, the new Legion headquarters sits. Inside a chamber underground, a large man sits in a throne like chair. A butler stands next to him with a grenade launcher strapped to his back, and a plate with empty glasses balanced perfectly in his hand. The man in the chair is garbed in heavy fur stained black, a gas mask over his face with a bowler hat atop his head.~
Man: Hyuck hyuck! Is it Wednesday already? Let's pillage some more towns while I can feel the passion of war beating my heart. Winslow!
Butler: Yes, sah.
Man: Bring me my glass of fruit juice! I want it squeezed right by the hands of our prisoners. Oh, and make them wash their HANDS this time!
Butler: Right away, mastah. *Bows and leaves.*
Man: Inner Monologue time! *Takes out a tape recorder and holds it up to his face* Ahem, today the great general...no wait let me start that over, His MAJESTY General Commander King Cosbine will take the fight to the unsuspecting CIAsses once again. We'll crush them into an extra fine powder, and make them into a nice drink! And after we drink those drinks, we'll wizz on their makeshift graves! HHOOOOAAAHAHAHAHAHA!
Butler: Your drink, sah.
Cosbine: Very good Winslow. My compliments to the chefs. *Sips once and spits it out* ...Execute them!
Butler: Very good, sah. How did it taste?
Cosbine: Excellent! Waahahahaaahaaa! EXECUTE THEM.
Butler: At once, sah.
Cosbine: One more thing Winslow, prepare my personal copter, I shall be joining my brave soldiers on the front this day. But by on the front I mean ABOVE the front. Also bring my personal masseuse, will you? My neck aches from all of this stress.
~Later, in the CIA tent on the outskirts of town.~
Retro: ...And that's why we need to fight with you, Lieutenant.
Lando: I see no reason why we shouldn't let you into our ranks. We're running low on manpower thanks to Cosbine seizing nearby towns. Hopefully today we can turn the tide in this war, but only long enough until help arrives from the CIA. I just hope you can use guns fine.
KoD: I have a scythe, And lightning.
Retro: And I got a barrel full o' magic pixels!
Watcher guard: A missile is headed for us!
Lando: What!? Shoot it down, quickly!
Watcher: But our anti-missile firing team isn't ready yet...
Retro: I'll take care of it.
Lando: Are you insane? You can't stop a missile!
Retro: Duh, pixels!
Lando: We're all doomed...
~Retro runs out of the tent and holds his hand in front of him and generates a large armor of pixels around his body, then flies into the air. Using a large blast of pixels, he vaporizes the missile, and then descends back down.~
Lando: How...how did you do that?
Retro: I just said! PIXELS.
Lando: Well, use em' some more, cause their army is coming!
KoD: Ooh, finally, non-scheduled reaping! *Runs out of the tent*
Fera: Where's the nearest gun?! *Lightning bolt strikes Fera, and she emerges with a huge bazooka in each arm, then follows everyone outside.*
Lando: I must be dreaming...
~A group of guards lay down in tall grass and inch their way forward to the edge of a somewhat tall cliff. They look with binoculars and see hundreds of tanks and soldiers heading straight for the CIA encampment. One radios Lando and he sends out his army as well, but with the uneven amount on their side, they take cover in nearby forests and cliff sides.
Retro, KoD, and Fera join a squad of soldiers with Lando, who conceal themselves in a nearby cave and wait for the opening attack. Lando lays out a map on the floor and marks the spots were his troops are, and where the Legion troops are.~
Lando: We'll need you guys to help out on the front lines. Do you think you can do it with those powers of yours?
KoD: Piece of cake!
Fera: Lemme at em'!!!
Retro: Well I was thinking that- *Explosion rocks from outside the cave. The first shot has been fired.* -erm, never mind.
Lando: *Runs outside the cave* Return fire!
~As the sun slowly rises and sheds light onto the mountains, roaring gunfire comes from both sides. The battle has officially begun.
Meanwhile, Cosbine sits in his helicopter and watches the fight.~
Cosbine: Hyuck...*snort* I love watching those guys squirm with their defensive tactics. What happened to that missile we launched?
Winslow: Shot down, sah. By an unknown weapon.
Cosbine: Unknown? Fool! They have no chance to beat me with weapons they have no way of having! Leave no one alive! Storm the villages! Get me more JUICE!
Winslow: Very good, sah.