Sorry about this but it seems my MSt was not totally mailed to
the FFML. Well here it is. I cut it into two to mke it easier.
Now back to hunting down my Biles-sama !:
[ We see the theater usually used for the Synopsis List
Review. Lavender and Apollo are waiting in their usual
seats.]
Lavender: Well, our first true MST of a fic.
Apollo: Yeah. It was a good thing that I found this Biles fic
in the mailbox....
Lavender:[shocked look ] Did you say Biles ?
Apollo: Yes. As I was saying -
Lavender: Damn bloody friggin' hell !
Apollo: What !?!
Lavender: [Looking upwards] I hope that Elsa doesn't have a
copy up there.
Apollo: Why ?
Lavender: Ever since Elsa read 'Dance of Shiva' ,whenever she
reads a Biles fic she goes -
Voice from above: OHOHOHOHOHO ! MARRY ME BILES-SAMA !
Lavender: SHIT ! Better get up there ! [Lavender runs out of theater]
Apollo: What about the.....Better get another MST partner for awhile.
[presses a button with one paw ] Ray, send in a sub. Elsa
and the boss are having a little discussion. [Winces as sounds
of a struggle are heard upstairs.]
Lavender[offscreen]: Stay still, you nutcase !
Voice: Nothing shall keep me away from my Biles-sama !
Apollo: And put up the soundproofing now. It's getting noisy around here.
[Theater door opens and Ami Mizuno in a Dark Kingdom General Uniform
enters.]
Apollo: Hell, Ray not her....
Dark Mercury: Hello, one-eyed dogbait.
Apollo: And a good day to you, psychotic killer scum.
Dark Mercury: [seats herself] Isn't that a quote from Mark Doherty's fic.
Apollo: Yeah, but it's true. You _are_ psychotic killer scum.
Dark Mercury: That's _beautiful_ psychotic killer scum to you. Anyway to the
folks out there, I'm Dark Mercury. I'll be showing up in one of
dear Elsa's fics in a few months.
Apollo: Anyway on with the fic ! BTW, thios is our first true MST so pardon a few
mistakes.
Ryo-ohki's report from her sensors was almost unbelievable to
Ryoko. According to the Juraiian Navigation Database, Altair had
thirteen planets and three asteroid belts. Now, it had three planets
and thirteen asteroid belts. It also had a two hundred mile long
cone orbiting Altair XI, a gas giant, like the five moons which it had
formerly possessed, all of which were now absent without leave.
DM: Someone has done a lot of work....
Apollo: The thing that did this must be a lot worse than you. You've got
three planets under your belt right ?
The BORG was sometimes blamed on the Sidar, and one
common rumor was that the Planet-Smashers had been built to
battle the BORG. However, there were no reports of the BORG
existing more than 10,000 years ago, and the Sidar had been long
dead by then.
Apollo: Borg ? Ain't those guys from Star Trek ?
DM: That's why it's called a crossover, cat.
The gates were gone now, with a few exceptions like the poor
pathetic world that Ryouko had once visited that was plagued by
malfunctioning Sidar gates that had been spewing strange chaos-
stuff across the planet. That was her theory as to their demise;
they had opened a gate to the wrong place and been eaten by
something that came out, then used their gates to travel around
destroying them.
DM: A classic example of technology turning upon it's master.
Apollo: Yeah, curiosity killed the cat after all.
The magic meter meowed, alerting Ryouko that the ships being
observed seemed to primarily power themselves through magic.
Ryouko frowned. Magical things had a tendency to pull annoying
abilities out of their butt and make your life miserable.
Apollo: We do not pull things out of our butts !
"Skuld gave me a bomb." She pulled out a bowling ball covered
with circutry with a long fuse that looked like a braided thread. "All
we have to do is make sure they don't activate the thing while we fly
down its mouth and toss this thing into its main gun."
DM: Yeah, right ! As if it was a walk in the park !
Ryouko had dived behind her command chair at the word Skuld
and winced at the word bomb. After poking her head out and looking
at the bomb, she suddenly shrank down to about a foot tall and ran
and hid inside a control panel, with only her head sticking out. In a
squeaky voice, she said, "All we have to do is fly several hundred
miles through a Planet-Smasher and toss an exploding bowling ball
into the main gun, capable of levelling planets, then get out before
we are turned into a few grains of space dust?"
Apollo: Ryouko doesn't seem to be taking this quite well.
DM: Would you ?
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Black Moon Rising
Chapter 5: Strange Emissions
DM: APOLLO ! What is that smell ?!?!
Apollo: Sorry.
By John Biles
Voice[through sound proofing]: MARRY ME BILES-SAMA !
******************
Earth, Ruins of Crystal Tokyo, SY 1532 (4524 AD, 5276 Years after
the founding of Rome, Juraiian Year 24688, Federal Year 538)
DM: I like ruins. They have that nice air around them.
Apollo: Yeah. Filled with dust.
Makoto Gelbenwald pored through the equations. He had to be
sure of what was going on. Astro-history was a precise science, but
DM: Isn't that supposed to be psychohistory ?
Apollo: That's Asimov, killer scum, this is Biles.
However, it was possible that something like the 'Bunny'
disaster was about to begin. Makoto prayed that wasn't the case.
DM: Yes, the damned cuteness of the damned things can give you
diabetes for centuries.
Apollo: Trust her. She knows.
She had only one problem: she was infertile and had no heir. In
addition, the vast magic she wielded exerted its cost. She had
lasted ten years, just long enough to plunge several of her neighbors
into anarchy and to earn a place in history, then she died. The
effects of her powers ceased in an instant. Buildings collapsed,
people died, and her realm swiftly fell as deeply into chaos as it had
climbed towards heaven before.
DM: The higher the place, the more painful the fall from grace.
Apollo: Hey ! That rhymes !
DM: Thank you for your wise ass remark, cat.
It had taken close to a century to clean up the mess she had
made of the Stingray Plan, and things still weren't entirely on track.
A manifestation of Saturn could make a big mess as well. An entire
world had died the last time they hadn't found Saturn before
her awakening. What really worried Makoto was that Pluto hadn't
shown up. Normally, she'd have at least briefly appeared and said
something vague and not very helpful by now.
DM: That's what my Pluto usually did before I killed her.
A burst of air and a loud oof drew him away from the computer
screen. It was his wife, Rita. "Bad news, Makoto. Intruders. And Dr.
Anderson picked up a time distortion when they appeared."
Apollo: An ESPer. A descendent of the Kasuga's ? Another question added
to the list.
DM: Yes. A very long list.
Arcadia woke up back in her bed. Hotaru was sitting on the floor
with Ami-chan, playing a game that resembled 'Lifepath', a popular
game on her world, although the track was different and there
weren't any Crystal Palaces in 'Lifepath'.
DM: That Ami-chan girl looks quite familar......
Apollo: [Sweatdrop]
"When what?"
"Pluto vanishing is never a good sign. Want another sandwich?"
Apollo: Yeah. That either mean's she's left you to die or she's been
captured by an evil monster hell bent on destroying the universe.
DM: You've read ahead I see.
Apollo: I did bring the fic in....
******************
Gabrielle was sweating inside her robes. If I get home alive, I'll
never make fun of the Church of Serenity again, she thought. She had
been sent by Jade to plant a droid inside the huge statue of Serenity
in the main temple of the Church. Things had begun to go downhill
from the moment she had stepped in the doors. She had thought that
being disguised as a High Initiate would make it easy to get to the
statue. Unfortunately, a horde of people had pressed in on her asking
for blessings and guidance the instant she stepped inside. Then to
make it worse, a grand initiate had arrived and roped her into
assisting in a worship ceremony, along with several other high
intitiates. Now she was stumbling through the rite with thousands
upon thousands of people watching her, or so it seemed. She could
almost feel the droid in her pocket.
To make matters worse, the sun seemed to have been turned up
to a higher volume today, and as it shone down through a high
window, she felt like she was going to melt in her robes. The light
was not just hot, it felt like it was watching her. Several times,
she almost saw a figure in the sunlight, a being of some kind,
staring at her. And it wasn't happy.
DM: Ah, the Saotome principle in action.
Apollo: Saotome Principle ?
DM: Everything that can go wrong, will go wrong, all at the same time.
"There's a huge asteroid infested with byakhee that just passed
Pluto and is on the way right towards where this place is going to be
by the time the asteroid makes it to our orbit. And one of the Great
Old Ones is also on its way into the system." He sighed. "I told you
we need to find where the Black Moon Cult hides and wipe them out."
Apollo: A Great Old One ? Byakhee ? I haven't seen those things in a long
while.
DM: Probably owing to the fact that you and your master led the plan
to systematically eliminate them from existence ?
Apollo: Yeah, that might be it.
Astra frowned. "Contact the Senshi. We'll deal with the
asteroid and let them deal with the Great Old One. How big is this
asteroid?"
"About half the size of the moon."
"Which moon?"
"THE Moon."
Apollo: That's one big mama.
Demand smiled. Everything was going according to plan.
"Esmaurade!"
DM: Irritating bitch.
She walked over from where she had been busy gossiping with
some other nobles. "Yes?"
"The time has come. Let the fleet be prepared. The invasion of
Crystal Tokyo is about to begin." He smiled. We will break you,
Endymion. And then...Serenity will be mine, as she was meant to be
from the beginning. The prophecy will be fulfilled.
Apollo: Another self-deluded megalomaniac, isn't he ?
Everyone laughed except Gabrielle. The waitress, a cute blonde
woman, came over and asked, "Can I get you guys anything else?"
"Some donuts," Michael said.
"Kinda hard to get on Nemesis, eh?" the waitress asked.
DM: The waitress looks familiar.....
Apollo: Let me bet, the guys going to say something stupid, right ?
He nodded. "Yeah. Earth whiskey sucks, though, in comparison
to..." I really need to learn when to shut up, he thought.
DM & Apollo: [nod]
Uriel nodded. "Just don't put me in a cell with Michael. He
snores."
"HEY!"
Apollo: Must snore as badly as you , killer scum ?
DM: Want to become a popsicle, little kitty ?
So instead, she was playing her 1000th or so game of Lifepath
with Ami-chan and Small Lady, who loved it to death. Ami-chan
rolled a five and landed on ?You become a beloved Idol singer. Gain
23,000 Serenities.� �Woo! Your turn, Arcadia-oneechan.�
DM: That kid really looks familar.
�Some sort of legendary monster that killed people with
music, I think,� Ami-chan said.
DM & Apollo: BWAHAHAHA !
�They�ll be fine,� Ami-chan said. �Aunt Plano and Uranus and
Saturn and Neptune can beat anything! I bet they could even beat
Mom if they tried really hard.�
DM: Who's Plano ?
Apollo: Typo it seems.
It wasn�t every day that the Zodiac was getting its butt kicked.
It had been years since the last time they had all been called out for
a threat, and it showed. The problem wasn�t being out of practice; it
was that they were acting like the bad guys in a Kung Fu movie,
attacking the monstrosity one at a time.
DM: And that's how the bad guys keep getting beaten up.
They had no idea what its name was, although Leo had dubbed
it, �The Evil Jello Monster.� It looked like a huge mass of amorphous
jelly about a quarter mile across, constantly bubbling and forming
eyes, mouths, tentacles, noses, ears, tentacles, teeth, polka dots,
pimples, hairballs, fur, scales, tentacles, swords, wombats, arms,
and very small rocks. And then sometimes, just tentacles. Most of
those seemed to be dedicated to doing the wave, or whatever the
heck it was doing, as its ?arms� waved about in the background of the
battle in an elaborate pattern. Astra shouted orders to her warriors,
but kept an eye on the pattern. It looked familiar, but she wasn�t
certain what it was.
Apollo: An Old One made of jello ? That's truly evil.
The void isn�t supposed to carry sound, but the blasts of energy
of the Zodiac made noises anyway, for the power of the stars is
most at home in space. It had a certain rythym to it, zap, thunk, zap,
boom, zap, zap, thunk. It was almost a dance, blow and counter blow,
advance and retreat. Of course, normally your dancing partner
wasn't a soul sucking monstrosity.
Apollo: You know they should release an album of that stuff. It sounds
a lot like The Chemical Brothers.
to be continued.....
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far reaches of the human soul.Some of us are candles , barely able to
sustain a glow against the darkness. Nevertheless the words I write
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- (After much paraphrasing and reaaranging) Roger Martin
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