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[plasmoidmonkey]

Next chapter. It's also pretty short.

CHAPTER 4

Scruffy and MKO-90 crouched on a ledge above a deep valley filled with spikes. Beyond the valley, perched on a cliff that looked as if it would give way any moment, was a massive black castle, complete with perpetual storm clouds, lightning, and flocks of bats around its many towers.
The robot facility was incredibly easy to get out of, mostly because the only robots active were maintenance drones and, given as MKO-90 had access codes to the security network, they remained the only ones active. At this moment, the pair was looking at the Black Castle, headquarters of the Undead Legions.
“The item you are looking for is in there.” MKO-90 explained. “Patrol 340.90.6671.2 was ambushed by a squad of werewolf mercenaries shortly after stealing the cargo. A pocket calculator could figure out where they went with it.” She motioned to the castle.
“Makes sense to me.”

Kado threw a shuriken wrapped in an exploding note right into the CPU of a destroyer-class combat robot, where it exploded in a ball of orange fire. Whirling around he sliced another in two with his scythe.
The entire village was in chaos. Robots were attacking left and right (though the ninjas were handling it efficiently), all looking for the cargo that they originally stole from the pirates, who probably stole it from someone else, and was believed to have been stolen by Kado but was actually stolen by werewolves.
Kado looked up from decapitating another robot to the sound of helicopters above the trees, werewolf commandos, sliding down the ziplines.
“Crap.”

Enjoy.

[Hebes24]

Nice buildup. Keep it up!

[plasmoidmonkey]

Here's the next chapter

CHAPTER 5

The plan to infiltrate the Black Castle had gone horribly awry. Right after Scruffy had said “Makes sense to me”, a dozen silver flying saucers jumped into the area and began raining fiery plasma death on the castle. Though Scruffy couldn’t see it with his inferior biotic vision, MKO-90 could clearly see one of the saucers blow a hole in the roof, pick something up in its tractor beam, and shoot off, followed by five werewolf copters. Of humorous note was another saucer that had gotten too close to one of the towers, and now had dozens of zombies jumping onto it and trying their undead hardest to bite through the solid plate metal.
“Great.” Scruffy said. “We lost the cargo again.”
“Not exactly.” MKO-90 answered. “That saucer was headed straight for the village of that ninja who was captured with you.”
“Why in the hell would it be going there?”
“Because that’s the easiest place to jump into hyperspace within twelve parsecs of this planet. C’mon, we don’t have much time.”

Kado saw the UFO stop over the village, given as he had paused his one handed annihilation of a pack of werewolf mercenaries. As it hovered, the robots all turned their attention to it, as did all the werewolves, the former did nothing, as they were allies with the aliens, whereas the latter fired a barrage of missiles at the vessel, which bounced harmlessly off of the ship’s shielding. The ship’s hull began to glow golden yellow.
“Crap.”

Enjoy.

[plasmoidmonkey]

Okay, here's the next update.

CHAPTER 6

MKO-90 and Scruffy saw the alien vessel blast the village into oblivion from their vantage point high above it. (MKO-90 has jump jets and Scruffy was riding on her shoulders)
“Hold on!” The robot said as she turned one hand into a cannon. “This is going to be shaky!” She fired a massive blast of hot plasma at the ship. The UFO focused its shields on that side, conveniently leaving the opposite side open. A small black figure could be seen jumping from a tree branch through a view port.
MKO-90 kicked her jump jets into high gear, flying straight at the alien vessel. Scruffy’s hat blew away in the wind as he held on for dear life.
MKO-90 collided with the ship’s hull with a bang.
As the smoke cleared inside, Scruffy saw that the entire crew was dead, and that the ninja Kado had killed them all. In the center of the one room ship was a small metal cube floating in a stasis field.
The ninja rolled his eyes.
"Great. Some robot chick and that little pirate from before. Back off. That cargo is mine."
"No, it isn't." Scruffy said. "That belonged to the pirates first!"
"I personally don't care anymore, as I know what's in it." MKO-90 said.
As Scruffy was distracted by that statement, Kado swiped the box from the stasis field and opened the lid.

Stay tuned for the ending chapter!

[Hebes24]

I wonder what's in the cargo. Nice chapter!

[plasmoidmonkey]

I wonder what's in the cargo. Nice chapter!

Well, you're going to find out now!

Kado tore off the lid to the small cube. His eyes widened. Throwing the cube to the floor, he yelled,
"OH COME ON!! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!1"
Scruffy scampered across the floor to the cube and pulled out a smaller white box with wire handles.
"Yes! It's still warm!" Opening the box, he began to devour the General Tso's chicken inside with his bare hands. "Hey! I was supposed to get egg rolls with this!"
"So we go through all this trouble just to get this guy's lunch?"
"It is the best General Tso's within forty galaxies." MKO-90 said.
"Crap. Whatever, I'm going home." Kado dissipeared.
"Ah well, more for me!" Scruffy continued to stuff his face.

Enjoy. It might be a while until my next story, though.

[Hebes24]

Haha, another one of your classic Anti-Climactic endings. Hilarious!

[STARWARSFREAK]

Wow... I just spent an hour reading 16 pages of your stories... but it was totally worth it. Keep up the good work, plasmoid!

[plasmoidmonkey]

Wow... I just spent an hour reading 16 pages of your stories... but it was totally worth it. Keep up the good work, plasmoid!

Whoa, you read through all of it, even the crap shoots? That makes me feel special. :)Thanks for the compliments, but I unfortunately have run into a little problem with my story writing, namely being that I can't think of anything good.
I have a few ideas, including
some short stories from the sci-fi universe I made before
an episodic Halo 3 "Almost-a-Machinima"
another GT tribute
or an original work.
Problem is, I can't decide what to do. Feedback from the readers would be helpful. As of now, I'm leaning towards "Almost-a-Machinima"
I might update within a week, if I can find a good idea.

[Hebes24]

I think an original work would be great. I think you have enough GT tributes for a while.

[plasmoidmonkey]

I think an original work would be great. I think you have enough GT tributes for a while.

Well, my friend, you are totally psychic. In a fit of inspiration, i have developed a new original story that I have begun work on. The first chapter will be up ASAP.

Hidden/Spoiler:

The story is based on none other than The Legend of Zelda

Huzzah, 300 posts!

[Hebes24]

Sick! Can't wait!

[Hebes24]

Very nice. I can't wait for more. This story has great potential. (it's a Zelda story, it has to be good!)

One thing though: I think it's Hylian, not Hylean.

one of the two requirements I have for female main characters is that they, if the situation warrants it, must be able to roll up their sleeves and beat the living crap out the badguys. This often leads to varying amounts of kickassery and/or badassery. And what is the second requirement, you may ask? That they aren't useless superficial [impolite word]s.

Indeed. I hate when women in stories are useless.

[plasmoidmonkey]

One thing though: I think it's Hylian, not Hylean.

Fixed
Next chapter.

CHAPTER 2: The Great Fairy’s Mission
“Must be important, uh……”
“Gibso.” The fairy answered. “Now come on, we must get to the Great Fairy fast!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, you mean that you’re here to deliver the urgent message that the Great Fairy has an urgent message that she must tell me personally? That…doesn’t make any sense at all.”
“Hey, I’m no one to question the Great Fairy.”
“Well I guess that leaves it up to me. C’mon, let’s get moving.” Zelda grabbed a cloak off of a peg on the wall and a piece of paper from her desk. On it, she wrote:

Off to see the Great Fairy. Will be gone a while.
- Zelda
PS: Whoever is reading this; tell Kirkas that I’m still waiting for those 250 rupees he owes me and that I will personally beat them out of him when I get back if he doesn’t have them for me.

Pinning the notice to her door, Zelda slipped on her cloak and began to walk down the hall. Gibso bobbed behind her.
“You can stay in my hood if you want.” She told the fairy, who willingly obliged.
The princess made good speed down to the castle’s stables, though she was distracted for a few minutes by her little sister Teta, who, like all small children, loved to talk about anything and everything that came to mind. Zelda and Teta got along quite well as siblings, and even though there was over fifteen years’ difference in their ages, they looked a lot alike, though Teta was still in her “cute” stage.
Saying goodbye to her sister, Zelda continued to the stables. As the stablemaster was an efficient man, her horse was ready within minutes. The snow outside was not deep enough to discourage the anxious creature.
Princess Zelda’s horse, Liath Macha, was a majestic beast, strongest of his brothers, small enough for speed, but large enough for mounted combat. He was pale grey, with small patches that faded to white, befitting his name “grey mist”. He pawed the ground expectantly, wanting to go out with his rider.
“T’sokay, Macha, lets go. Hey, Gibso, how urgent it this message the Great Fairy needs to tell me?”
“Utmost importance.”
“Good.” She smiled. “Yah!” She gave Liath Macha a snap of the reins and a little kick to the flank. The horse, overjoyed to be out of the stable shot off at a fast gallop, out of the stable, through the east gate, through the bustling town, (though he did not run anyone over, as most people knew that the safest place to be when Princess Zelda was riding was out of her way, especially after the incident where she led the Bulbin King on a mad chase through the city for three hours) and out onto the Fields.

The Great Fairy’s fountain was placed in the side of a hill a couple miles outside of town. The castle was still visible on the western horizon, and snow had begun to fall from the clouds that had filled the sky. Jumping down from Liath Macha, Zelda entered the cave.
She had been to the Great Fairy’s fountain twice before, once at her naming, the second time when she was near death after a run-in with a group of anarchist Gorons. The hallway to the main fountain was unchanged: the tiles were still pale blue, still immaculately arranged. But there was something amiss: the air was slightly cold, unusual, as fairy fountains are toastily warm in the winter, and the musical tones of fairy’s conversing was dimmed somewhat. The central pool was empty, the luminescent crystal ceiling providing light. Now Zelda knew that something was wrong: almost half of the fairies she saw were not bobbing cheerfully around as she had seen in the past, but on the floor, barely moving, their lights dim. The other half seemed dazed and sorrowful.
Stopping before the crystal clear water of the central pool, Zelda took off her hood.
“Okay, I’m here.”
Sparkles of bluish light began to filter themselves from the air, converging in the middle of the pool. The Great Fairy’s form appeared hovering just a few inches above the water.
“WHAT THE HELL?” Zelda exclaimed, half shouting, half screaming.
Zelda knew that the Great Fairy of this fountain took the appearance of a little girl, clothed in leaves and with hair that switched from pink to gold depending on what angle you looked at it. That part of her had not changed. But now she had massive brown scabs coating her skin, some bleeding around the edges, some not even fully formed. Silver fairy blood dripped into the pool from her wounds. Her expression was tired and extremely sad.
“You came, young Zelda” The Great Fairy said, a small smile forming on her lips.
“What the hell happened to you?”
The Great Fairy smiled again.
“You always were right to the point. This is the plague that has been striking your borders. Apparently it has chosen me, and some of my younger brothers and sisters, as its next victims.”
“Uh, viruses are spread, they don’t choose targets.”
“This is no common disease. This is the Plague of the Dammed. It is a being in itself, traveling the land, searching for new victims, an invisible, silent killer.”
“And how does this have to do with me?”
“You do not know, in fact, few still do, but the Plague appeared once before. Almost all beings in Hyrule died, were it not for the Hero of Time, who called down the Golden Goddesses, who healed the land from its ailments. But this time there is no Hero. The duty falls to you. Summon the goddesses from their temples: Din in the west, Farore in the east, Nayru in the north. When they appear at the Temple of the Gods in Castle Town, they will heal the land as they did long ago, and the coming crisis will be averted.”
“Sounds simple enough.” Zelda turned to leave. She took approximately three steps before she was knocked to the ground. A gangly misshapen biped, with weathered brown skin with open red and black sores and a gaping fang lined maw crouched over Zelda staring at her with sightless eyes. Zelda punched it in the face, feeling its brittle bone structure crushing under her knuckles. Kicking the creature, now writing in pain, off of her, she sprung up, whipped out her sword, and beheaded it. The creature dissolved in a flood of brown particles.
“What the hell was that?” She turned around to face the Great Fairy.
“One of the Dammed. A physical manifestation of the plague. It knows you are out to stop It. The next one will be stronger. Take my blade, lest they become too strong for mortal steel.”
A sword fell from the ceiling and imbedded itself in the floor next to the Princess. Pulling it out, she held it before her. It was similar in size and weight to her old sword, but was made of a strange purple metal instead of the silver steel she was used to. The sides of the blade were forest green, with a pair of black roses etched onto each side.
“Nice sword.”
“Now go. Farore’s temple is the closest.”
Zelda nodded and headed out, Gibso bobbing after her.


Now, as an amusing side note, Liath Macha is the name of the horse of a Irish mythological/folk hero. Why did I choose that of all names? Epona is the name of a Celtic horse goddess. Betcha didn't know that.

[Hebes24]

Interesting development. Great story, looking forward to more.

[plasmoidmonkey]

Next chapter.

CHAPTER 3: Farore

It was late in the afternoon when Zelda and Gibso came to the north-western edge of the Korkiri Forest. The stately trees stood leafless, snow accumulated on their branches. Zelda could just make out the temple through the trees before she gave Liath Macha a small tug on the reins, bringing him to a halt.
“Rencos, there really was no need for you to follow me all the way out here.” She said to her bodyguard, who stood upside-down on the underside of a large branch above her.
“I would care to disagree. The Great Fairy told me all about it. This is a dangerous undertaking, and I am sworn by blood oath to protect you.”
Zelda sighed. Rencos was a great bodyguard, but he always was a tad too overprotective.
“Alright then, come on along.” Rencos dropped down form the branch and began to walk alongside Zelda. “Oh, yeah, this is Gibso.” The fairy in question darted out of Zelda’s hood.
“Aw, it was warm in there. Yeah, I’m Gibso.”
“Hm, a fairy. Not like you to be out in such cold weather.”
“Right back at you, Mr. Not-wearing-a-cloak.”
“You get used to it after a week of meditating on top of a mountain in nothing but your skivvies.”
“Heh, you never told me about that one, Rencos.”
“Long story, Princess, and a particularly humiliating one at that.”
“You said that about the “being sent to the middle of the desert, blindfolded, and told to survive for a month” escapade and I thoroughly enjoyed that one.”
“Humph.”
The threesome came to the clearing where the temple stood. It was a regal, columned building, solid marble, with emerald-green mosaic tiles bordering the roof. A triforce insignia was emblazoned on the roof façade. Zelda dismounted, tied Liath Macha to a tree, and began to walk up the steps.
The inside was empty, except for a large statue of the goddess Farore in the far end. And the dozen Dammed that stood in the way. They were larger than the one Zelda had fought at the fountain, and had large, spiky growths that appeared to be an analog to armor plating.
“Oh, of course!” She said in mock surprise with a healthy dose of sarcasm. “Put the guards on the inside of the temple! Nobody’s ever thought of that before!”
“Um, we have run into multiple situations much like this and…
“Sarcasm, Rencos!” She yelled, pulling off her cloak, whipping out the Great Fairy’s Sword and charging the group of Dammed. Rencos shrugged, pulled out a pair of trench knives, and followed suit.
The first Dammed in the pack swung a bulky claw at Zelda, who ducked, sidestepped, and sliced a large chunk out of its body before stabbing another in the face. Rencos was perched on one’s shoulders, stabbing it repeatedly through the cranium. Shoving a deku nut down its throat, he jumped out of the way of the explosion and drop kicked the next closest one. Zelda was busy toying with another three, sidestepping their unwieldy swings with ease and nonchalantly slicing off a foot here, a hand there, a head there. Rencos lacerated the five remaining to ribbons with a length of razor chain.
“Well, that was a good workout, don’t you think?” Zelda said, wiping the sweat off her brow and walking up to the statue. “Now if you’ll excuse me.” She dropped to her knees on the golden triforce in the floor and bowed her head.
The vision in her mind’s eye was chaotic, with too many colors and shapes that shouldn’t exist swirling about in the background. All that was clear was the image of Farore before her, exactly like the statue sculpted of her. She, though immortal and ancient, looked quite youngish; by appearance she was younger than Zelda. Her hair was green, done up in two large buns, and her robe was majestically patterned in green and gold.
“There hasn’t been anyone here for a long while, Princess.” She said, and though her voice sounded like that of a young girl, it held tinges of immense age and wisdom. “You’re here about the Plague, I take it. Good job figuring it out fast: took the Hero of Time ages before he figured out what to do last time.”
“Um, can I ask you a question?”
Farore laughed.
“Let me guess…why you have to go talk to each of us separately?” She laughed again. “That’s just the way things work around here, Princess.” The goddess faded out of sight and Zelda was left back in the temple. Standing up, she turned to Rencos.
The Sheikiah was on the floor, coughing loudly. A pool of blood lay around his head. His skin was beginning to harden and turn hard and brown.
“Oh boy. This can’t be good.”


Enjoy.

Off topic: Happy day-late Easter everybody!

[plasmoidmonkey]

Next chapter.

CHAPTER 4: Heading West

Zelda dragged the comatose form of Rencos out of the temple. The bodyguard let out another round of coughs as Zelda looked around at the forest. Night was swiftly approaching, and there was no way she could get him back to Castle Town by herself.
“So what now?” Gibso said, obviously panicking.
“You’re asking me?” Zelda responded tartly. “Ah!” she snapped her fingers. Taking a silver ocarina from a belt pocket, she blew out a quick melody that echoed out into the forest.
Less than a minute passed before lantern lights appeared in the dark woods. Zelda thanked the goddesses that her idea worked.
About a dozen figures walked out of the trees. They were the size of human children, but looked more like scarecrows than anything else. Their bark-covered faces were so without detail that they looked almost identical. Zelda approached one of them, one wearing the head of a Mad Scrub as a hat.
“Chief Abbadokin, am I glad to see you.”
“Indeed, Princess, but why at this hour?”
“I need a favor of you. My bodyguard needs to be taken to the Kokiri Village immediately. Tell Saria he needs the best healer they have, the Great Deku Tree if need be.”
“The Great Deku Tree? Why would he…” The chief looked at Rencos. “Gah! The Plague of the Dammed! You heard her: move move move move move!” Four Skull kids ran up and grabbed the Sheikiah’s limp body. Holding their lanterns in their teeth, they darted off into the woods. “What are you going to do now, Princess?”
“If I can rest with your people tonight, I will set off for the desert in the morning. With luck I will make it by tomorrow night.”
“The desert? Are you mad? You’ll kill that horse of yours!”
“Liath Macha is the greatest horse ever bred in Hyrule. He could make the journey now, if he so wanted to, but I unfortunately could not do that without killing myself.”
“Very well. I’m no fan of horses myself, so I take your word for it. We have an empty hut you could use for the night.”

The sun was barely an orange smudge on the horizon. The wintry forest was still. All except for Zelda atop Liath Macha, riding at breakneck speed west. Her next destination was the temple of Din, on the borders of the Gerudo Desert.

[plasmoidmonkey]

Next chapter.

CHAPTER 5: Din

Zelda fought off the exhaustion that was tugging at her eyelids as she dismounted Liath Macha. Sun was setting as she approached the temple of Din. It was much like that of Farore, except it was tiled with red and stood on top of a cliff overlooking the southern reaches of the Gerudo Valley.
Inside, it was not much different. There were no Dammed, but there had been. Brown, crusty blood splatters plastered the floor and walls. Zelda made a mental note to send someone back here to clean up. From what she could see, there had been a large group of Dammed who tried to force their way into the temple but were quickly expunged. Whoever had done the killing had not gone without injuries as well: red human blood was mixed with the brown of the Dammed.
Doing as she did with Farore, Zelda went and knelt before the statue of Din. Once again, her minds eye was filled with the chaos that accompanied a deity figure.
Din, though the same “age” as Farore, looked to be older physically, probably around Zelda’s age appearance. She was dressed in a sleek red robe with massive gold bracelets on her wrists and her fiery hair tied in a huge ponytail. Her skin tone was a light tan. Her arms were crossed and she looked quite annoyed.
“’Bout time you got here, kid.” She said, irritated. “Those Diet Dr. Pepper Dammed are desecrating this place, and those blasted Gerudo didn’t do anything to help. I sure feel sorry for the sap that gets sent to clean up.” She looked directly at Zelda with the very definition of a soul-piercing glance. “Don’t bother telling me anything, I already know. Man, why do you humans always think you have to explain why you’re here? I’m a goddess, kid. I know. Sheesh. You might want to hurry up, kid. Nayru is not one for acting hastily. Humph.”
Zelda came out of her trance with a bang. Din was not one for gentility. Standing up, she made her way to Liath Macha. She would have to camp here at the temple for the night.
She had just exited when she lost consciousness.

Enjoy.

[Hebes24]

Nice Cliff Hanger. Love the story.

[Taivyx]

I like the plot, pretty compelling