(GHW) Slayer Takes All (GHW)
Posted by Frog , 152.163.204.189 on September 04, 1999 at 19:46:59:

Namrok burst into OEEP headquarters excitedly and called out. "I did it! Well basically." He slowed his pace and soon stopped. He didn't hear a peep from anyone and started to get concerned. "Did they go to the beach again without inviting me?!" Namrok got his answer when he kicked open the door to DBD's room. The OEEPer was sprawled out on his bed groaning. The other OEEPers were worse, they were totally unconscious.

It was then that Namrok noticed the gas floating in the air. Most of it was starting to settle by his feet but it looked as if the damage had been done. "Eep," was all he had to say. He stood around for a minute wondering what to do when a sudden crash by the front door sent him jumping to the ceiling, extremely startled.

Aurus in the Flenser body came tearing in, roaring to get the defenses up. Namrok had to calm him down enough so the speaker the Flenser talked from wouldn't crackle and hiss. "We have half an hour at the most!" The Flenser growled. "I saw them coming while I was out patrolling for Golems. There is a whole army and their heading in a beeline straight for us! I may not even have seen them all." The Flenser finally took a moment to look around. "What's going on here?"

"It appears we've been gassed."

The Flenser whirred to motion and headed to the computer console. Namrok tried to intercept him. "It won't do anything, we have no power, remember?"

"Not true. Revanant took Frog and Krusader and they got the power back up, almost. It appears Revanant wasn't able to complete the connection back here, that's what I'm trying to do now." Thin snakelike tendrils coiled out from the metallic liquid of the Flenser and began tapping keys and moving switches almost faster than Namrok's eyes could follow. In a moment the ceiling lights flickered back on and the vents began sucking the bad air out with a whoosh.

It was another fifteen minutes until the OEEPers were awake and in the briefing room deep underneath Wendy's. Namrok faced the still woozy OEEPers and said quietly. "Gentlemen, there is an approaching army of Dominion guards, Canadian Zerg, Slayers and mummies headed our way. What I came rushing back to tell all of you is that I almost got the skull working."

"Almost?" DarkAngel asked.

"Yes, almost. Any mummy that gets near us I can control, those not near us back at wherever Phasmus is are still his."

DarkAngel smiled. "That may come in handy." Then he got down to business. "Revanant, we'll need the Headquarter's shields and defenses up and running. Seeker, contact Blackvoid and beg Zenogias to give us some troops, the transporter should be back up. Namrok, amass whatever zombies you still have. Frog, and this I look forward to seeing, prepare OEEP's special brand of Flenser. We've got all that, now what we need is a game plan." DarkAngel turned inquiringly to his fellow OEEPers. "Hey, on a side note, how long do we have until the enemy reaches us?"

The Flenser checked his internal clock. "We have five minutes."
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Some Slayers sped down the road on their motorcycles spewing gas out behind them. Others slipped quietly by, overhead or through alleys. If you heard a clang of a fire escape high above it was probably a Slayer but by the time your neck tilted your head up to look they were gone. They were gone unless you were the prey they were hunting, in that case by the time you heard them you'd be dead.

Ravil slithered by, wary of the Dominion guards marching to each side of him. He and the Zerg Canadians preferred to travel in more of a straight line above ground as was the custom of the Zerg. There were no tunnels for them to travel here, the burrowing would have been detected by OEEP. He smelled fear in the Dominion soldiers. The Soldiers also smelled the Zerg but what they sniffed wasn't fear. One of the unluckily guards closer to the Zerg had to hold his nose.

Phasmus's mummies shuffled along as well, lead by Master Tuff and Paradox. Most probably the Mummies would be useless since OEEP was unconscious or dead but if there would be a battle, they would be handy to have a long. They were much stronger than they looked. Ravil glanced at Master Tuff who was picking his nose and The Hydralisk shuddered. Apparently Phasmus was temporarily out of service, he was busy talking to himself, or so Paradox explained.

Cabbot whistled and all the Slayers stopped. Ravil snapped his jaws in anticipation. The mummies shuffled around impatiently as Master Tuff and Paradox tried to line them up in neat little rows. The two of them were having a strange amount of difficulty. The clicking and snapping of Dominion guns filled the air for ten seconds and then there was quiet, complete quiet. They had reached the infamous Wendy's. Cabbot looked around and then walked over to Ravil. "It appears, my good ally, that our enemy is sleeping."

"Don't be so sure human, OEEP may be moronic at times but they can also be uncannily sneaky. How do we know they aren't faking?" Ravil's front blades clicked on the ground.

"Easy, we send a few mummies in to check, if they get blown to bits we know OEEP is expecting us. If they don't come out we know OEEP is awake. If they are free to wander the base then we can stroll right in. It's simple really."

"If you say so, I guess we should commence."

With a sharp order from the head of the Dominion guards the rest of the soldiers surrounded the Wendey's but stood a good distance off. The Zerg twisted and gnashed their teeth hoping to be able to attack soon. The Slayers on their bikes revved up and the Slayers on foot spread out around the building and remained hidden. Each Slayer to his own, it was said.

Then, with a word from Paradox, three mummies walked up to the front door of Wendy's and knocked. Master Tuff grabbed his head and yelled. "Don't knock you buffoons! Just go in." The mummies listened and entered the much larger than normal Wendy's. The army waited five minutes. The five minutes turned to ten tense minutes.

"See, their awake!" Ravil snarled at Cabbot.

"Oh their is a maze of tunnels beneath the fast food joint, or so I've been told. It could take a while, give them a few more minutes."

Ravil perked up suddenly. "Do you hear anything? Something rumbling?"

"That's probably just the traffic. The people probably noticed something was going on and are keeping their distance from us but it's the middle of the day and Irvine is teeming with life." Cabbot spun around as a loud horn began honking. A small little car with rainbows all over it drove up with a Protoss at the wheel. The car spun around and stopped with the horn in a deafening constant blast. A small little door opened wide and CWALers began pouring out. PMD pulled his tail out behind him as he exited from the car. DarkChrono was next followed by Snapper and Maelstrom and Mu. The army stared as CWALers rolled out of the tiny car for ten minutes. Somehow Maelstrom went out twice.

"We have to figure out how Pez made that shrinking and unshrinking ray thing. It's dazzling!" Mu nodded in appreciation.

"No it's not!" Lothos cried shrilly. He had trouble climbing out of the car due to the fact that he was only a foot tall. "Arcturus busted it!" Arcturus shrugged.

Ravil shook his head and turned back to the building as three mummies walked out. Ravil grinned showing dozens of deadly teeth. Cabbot grinned showing less teeth but he still looked just as deadly. The rumbling of the traffic turned to more of a steady hum but no one noticed. They were all preparing to attack.
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"Phew, that was close." Frog spun around in a chair and sighed.

"What do you mean 'that was close'?!" Namrok exclaimed. "You didn't trust me about the skull? I told you it would work and it did."

"It's just hard to believe, that's all. So you really have control of all those mummies out there right now?" Frog looked at his veiw screen in disbelief.

"I sure do. It's great, and when DarkAngel gives the command they'll turn around and start attacking. Dissension among the ranks, isn't it wonderful?"

"We're lucky they sent those mummies in first," Frog mused. "It gave us that little extra time we needed. Just one more question, how many pounds of explosives did we put into those three mummies?" Namrok didn't answer Frog but the evil gleam in his eye said it all.

DarkAngel crossed his arms as the DSA troops filed by. There was a continuous flow of them coming out of the transporter directly from Blackvoid. Zenogias seemed more than pleased to send them down. "Uhh...DarkAngel?" Revanant called from his console. "Incoming!" DarkAngel jumped back in surprise as the next batch from Blackvoid included none other than Zenogias himself. There was a commotion from a few of the other newly arrived personage as well.

"Quick," Fronette yelled, "get her to the holding cell I showed you on the blueprints." DarkAngel got a glimpse of the mysterious Black Majah dragging a body down the hall. Fronette walked up to him and smiled. "Where I go, Freerunner goes and I just couldn't not help defend our good ol' Wendey's."

"You shouldn't be here, it's dangerous!"

"Oh don't be so mean, I also brought a few Black Majah to help you."

"I saw, how many? Five, six?"

Fronette winked at him. "All twenty Five." DarkAngel's jaw dropped.

Zenogias, in the Genesis engine, stomped up to DarkAngel. "We locked up Freerunner in a holding cell here, I figured that would be ok with you."

"Sure I don't see why not." DarkAngel uttered those famous last words.

As Zenogias talked lights on his body blinked on and off and interior gears whirred. "I came to see if I can lend a hand, maybe with Revanant by the computers. I'm not quite ready for physical battles."

DarkAngel nodded, "We would be honored for the DSA leader to aid us."

"Then so be it."

"Oh and Zeno?" DarkAngel had one last comment. "You might like what I have for you. Frog, show Zeno what to do."

"Yessir," Frog replied.
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The Dominion guards were the first to move towards the OEEP base. They were very brave, Cabbot had to give them that, but in a fight they'd probably be the first to fall. With guns held steady, the ring of the Dominion troops tightened. The plan was to enter the base and pilfer any supplies or technology they found. There should be no problem since the power was off and OEEP knocked out.

The CWALers were playing cards off to the side, betting with acorns.

Not to be outdone, Master Tuff sent his mummies up to move along in with the Dominion guards. "Wait, w-what are they doing?" Master Tuff stuttered rather confused as the a handful of mummies ran up to the Dominion men and grabbed them.

Ravil whipped his tail, flustered as the strange humming became louder. He also sniffed something that smelled rather wrong. TurtleToo was beginning to sense the same thing. Ravil decided to go with his instincts, which have never failed him in the past, and inform Cabbot of what he sensed. As Ravil opened his jaw to call to Cabbot everything started happening at once.

The mummies that had run up to the Dominion troops exploded in a shower of body parts and duct tape. The troops started yelling as many of their friends were to forever be stains on the street. Little racecars, the origins of the humming, squealed out into view. Large machine guns were mounted on the roofs of the cars and they began to let lose a horrifying stream of bullets. The other mummies not blown up were rushing back and grappling with the Slayers.

One rather dense Dominion man roared over the ruckus. "The OEEPers were waiting for us!"

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"I sure missed out little Flenser buddies!" Zenogias laughed from inside, by his control panel.
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Dominion soldiers were falling quickly and the Zerg Canadians were having a hard time dealing with the cars. It took a good amount of bullets to pierce their tough carpace but then there was no shortage of bullets. TurtleToo rolled over and dodged the fire of a racecar and jammed his claw straight into the top. Sparks flew as the car stopped shooting. TurtleToo flung it off and the burning car hit a mummy dead on, toppling it. The Surralisks soared overhead spitting their spores at the moving racecars. The strange strain of Mutalisks hit their targets...most of the time.

Then a deep voiced yell was heard. "Attack the OEEP Headquarters, we'll take care of these absurd 'Flensers'!!! That being done with, DarkChrono squinted as a few bullets bounced off him and then sliced into a racecar with his glowing blades. The other CWALers had thrown down their cards and swallowed all their acorns. They had their own assortment of weapons and they had a slightly better aim than the small OEEP Flensers.

A Slayer whizzing by was caught by a stream of bullets and momentarily stumbled to a stop. A mummy lurched up in front of him and the slayer speared it through with a silver rapier. Once the mummy's appendages were cut off the Slayer flashed on, the bullet wounds already healing due to the extreme rush he was in.

The Dominion troops were experiencing new problems. By then every sane person had realized that the OEEPers were really home and ready to greet the attackers but no one had realized their power was back as well. What the dominion lasers and bullets met was a force field surrounding the base. Large guns tilted out of the roof and began shooting down as well. Things did not look good.

The CWALers continued to swarm around stamping on and booting all the little cars. Dominion troops began setting up large powerful cannons and commenced to take out the guns on the roof. They also gave the force field around the base quite a beating. That was until Namrok released the Zombies. Small hands led by their leader Raxier grabbed onto faces and punched into guts. Full bodies zombies added to the assault by the mummies. One Slayer roared as he tore his inconvenient shirt off and threw a zombie body ten feet. There was a sickening crack as it hit the ground.

Ravil was sure jealous of the Rush the Slayers were now in, it was getting harder and harder to follow their movements. He sighed and bit the head off a mummy. TurtleToo called to the many Canuckalisks and Surralisks as DSA troops stormed out of the base blasting away.
Canuckalisks came roaring in waving their tusks as if they had gone mad. Pieces of the DSA soldiers fell like rain. One Canuckalisk had four dead bodies in it's mouth as it went to bite another man in two. The Canadian Zerg didn't just kill, they mutilated. Ravil had never felt the need to scold them not to bite off more than they could chew.

A Slayer leaped over a downed Surralisk and side kicked a DSA soldier. Before the Slayer's feet hit the ground he landed another punch. Then, the Slayer was off to find another victim before the DSA body hit the ground. Pez found it rather funny to watch what happened since the Slayer was wearing overalls and had a long piece of grass hanging out his mouth the whole time. A pitchfork flew in the air and speared a zombie hand to a tree. The hand had only the strength to give the finger before it went limp.
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Smoke filled the air and sirens were going off. Things did not look good for OEEP. "Sir!" Revanant grabbed DarkAngel by the collar. "If we don't slow down the battering on our shields they'll be gone, gone in a matter of minutes! Our defense system has already been destroyed."

"Its chaos out there! Anyone else I send out will be killed maybe instantly. Do you know how many Slayers are out there?! Hundreds probably, look at the damage they're doing!"

Frog strode up and sighed. "If we don't send out more help we'll be dead, just do what you have to do!" DarkAngel had known Frog for a long time but listening to him wasn't any easier. Still, he had to do what he had to do.

"Send out Aurus, let him tear those damned Slayers up!" A man in black tapped DarkAngel on the shoulder.

"We will go out now as well, wish us luck." The mans eyes began glowing green as he dashed off.

"Let's see if we can do this yet." DarkAngel turned to his fellow OEEPers. "Men!-"

"And women!" Fronette's eyes flashed green as well.

"To whom it may concern!, it's time to grace the battlefield with OEEP's presence!"

The doors to OEEP's headquarters were thrown wide and everyone headed out to make a final showdown. To triumph or to die.
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Dominion bodies were flung up high to be merely shadows in the bright afternoon sun. Canuckalisks were given deep gashing mortal wounds and a mummy was bestowed a horrible haircut. DarkChrono was flung back through a window of the dress store next door and glass shards flew in every direction. The Flenser was loose.

Shadows spilled out of the base and green portals opened. Eyes blazed green and as if in one voice, the word Ni was bellowed. Green bolts tore through up chunks of the street. Large explosions sent Slayers leaping and diving to safety. Twenty five figures dressed in black, clutching a statue in their right hands made the world a lovely shade of....green! The Black Majah were loose.

A paper clip swung around the neck of a Surralisk and the Zerg was strung down around a street sign. Krug's Goalie stick of doom finished the job. DBD and Seeker's guns seemed to hit their targets every time. DarkAngel spewed fire forth like an enraged dragon. A zombie was up in flames and then a smoking charred stick in seconds. The enemies of OEEP would rue the taste of Lemon forever! OEEP WAS LOOSE!!

Everything slowed as Cabbot jumped through the air, one knee raised chest hight. Slowly, but quicker then the others were moving, two fingers reached his mouth and a strong whistle emanated. He floated down, slowly, but quicker than the others around him and landed on the paved road with a huff. He had called the Slayers to converge. They were about to tie up loose ends.

A Black Majah flung a large green net over a Slayer. The Slayer slid out as a searing ray sliced by him. The Slayer flung a stake at the Black Majah, striking the statue from his hand. The Black Majah tried to flee in his newly weakened state but a pitchfork caught him in the shoulder. He was an easy target for a some of the remaining Dominion troops. The Black Majah man dropped dead with a dozen holes punched through him. Four more of the Majah came to revenge their fallen friend. The Slayer made a disappearing act, knowing when to choose his battles.

DarkAngel faced off with a Slayer who was to quick in dodging his flames. The Slayer sped at him with a drawn sword and met a flaming scythe. They pushed and broke apart for a moment as another Slayer was thrown by. Krug dived after him brandishing his goalie stick and screaming bloody murder. DarkAngel and the Slayer met again in an instant and parks flew. DBD and Seeker saw their leader in the scuffle. They aimed their guns at the Slayer but only Seeker fired.

DBD fell back as a spray of bullets caught him in the leg. Gunther, a Slayer with the shotgun, cocked his gun for another shot. "Look behind you, you piece of-" and DBD rolled out of the way.

Three of the Black Majah were on him in an instant. Gunther butted one back with the end of his gun as a small green flame burnt him on the shoulder. The Black Majah gasped as the charred skin began to heal before their eyes. "I know, isn't it amazing?" The Slayer exclaimed. Another Majah sprung up from behind and grabbed Gunther's head. Gunther tilted his gun back and as his head exploded in a green burst of brains his hand stiffened, pressing the trigger. The Majah was flung back, his chest spurting blood.

DarkAngel had a chance now that the Slayer he was fighting was slowed down by the bullets embedded in his body. It was to bad Seeker was now busy grappling with a whirlwind called Maelstrom. DarkAngel feinted right with his sword and threw another fireball out. It caught the Slayer in the chest and DarkAngel took no time in dismembering the Slayers right arm.

"AAHHH you bitch!" The Slayer screamed. Out of the corner of his eye DarkAngel saw a giant Canuckalisk heading his way, clearing everything out of it's path. The Slayer raised his left arm, the only one he had left, but the battle was over. Steam rushed up as DarkAngel cut up the Slayers belly in smooth clean strokes. With far to much damage to heal, the Slayer dropped, dead.

The Canuckalisk came charging up, the ground quaking beneath DarkAngel's feet. He tried to fling fire back in vain. "Heads up!" He yelled, warning the others of the monster to big to miss. Then a silver wall rose up and halted the massive beast. The new Flenser who Aurus 'inhabited' cut into the Canuckalisk's face.

Krug, ran on seeing he was safe for now. He backed up DarkAngel as the leader dragged DBD back to the base. "It's only a bullet or two in my leg, I'll be ok with a crutch." Krug couldn't tell if that was the truth or if DBD was trying to be brave. Krug blanched as a Slayer came to intercept them. He pushed DarkAngel on and turned to fight. A spore from a Surralisk came whistling down and blew up a chunk of the street between Krug and the Slayer. They both got to their feet a little shakily and Krug hoped that by now DBD was safe.

The Slayer raised a stake and attacked faster than Krug could follow. However, for a Goalie in hockey, the puck often flew pretty fast and Krug had learned to reckon where the hell it was. He flung his stick up and caught the Slayer straight in the face. He flew up and landed hard. Krug came down with his armored elbow and cracked the Slayers skull open...

Cabbot felt like vomiting when a head of his dear friend came sailing into his arms after a hearing a yell that sounded like, "Four!" He saw an OEEPer doing a victory dance and cursed. He had been cursing a lot that day.

"He's mine!" He jumped high and twisted in the air and landed behind Krug.

"Huh?" Krug said and spun around. The Slayer grabbed him in both hands and brought the armored body down to his knee. Cabbot had a couple nails between his fingers when he punched Krug in the stomach and then the neck. Cabbot ripped off the armor with a unbelievably powerful hand and he brought Krug up one more time and pulled him down. There was a loud crack followed by a lesser one, when Krug's limp hand let his Goalie stick clatter to the street.
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Inside, Revanant and Zenogias were surveying the scene outside the walls. "This doesn't look good." Revanant mumbled to himself. He had managed to patch DBD's leg up, though he probably didn't to that good of a job. Zenogias put a metal hand on Revanant's shoulder.

"All the small Flensers we had are long gone. The Black Majah had to use a lot of power to break past the Dominion troops and I don't know how they are faring now. Let's hope our shields hold."

"I'm going to check on our prisoner." DBD said and limped off with a cruth under one arm.

Revanant and Zenogias stood quietly, praying in unison.
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The imposing Flenser pushed back at the Canuckalisk. Then it sent a long roping tentacle feeling for a crack between the carpace around the Zerg's belly. He found one and shoved it deep. Once inside the body it wasn't hard to get to other places. The Canuckalisk roared in pain and lashed out with a foot. It hit the Flenser dead on and Aurus was flung thirty feet. The Canuckalisk plummeted down as it's heart failed and organs collapsed.

"AARRGGGHH!!!" The Flenser blasted out from the speakers as spore after spore cut into it, damaging it's metallic covering. Another Canuckalisk came down and stamped hard on the Flenser. The metallic covering turned liquid and splashed out as the robotic structure of the Flenser got flattened. The liquid bubbled and washed around for a few moments in pain from the spores and Dominion lasers that began to target it as well. It got away by spilling down into a sewer. It wasn't clear whether the escape was intentional or if the liquid was already dead.
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"Another one down," Revanant said solemnly. Zenogias merely flashed his eyes.
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Krusader flung lemon grenade after lemon grenade. His arms were beginning to tire. Yellow specks were flecked over his gleaming armor. He raised his Citric-Blaster and did away with a few more Dominion guards. Then he spotted PMD, Pez an Gluegun heading towards Wendy's. He charged after them and was joined by two of the Black Majah. Two green and one yellow burst shot towards the CWALers, scattering them.

Frog jumped high into the air and landed with a thump on top of a Slayer. He laughed and started stomping on the man. Then his smile faded. A State Trooper car came growling through the smoke and blood splashed off the wheels. Frog had just started to jump away as the car reached him. He splatted against the front windshield and rolled over to the back of the car. Doug, the Slayer, drove the car on, running over a zombie and then a mummy. He lowered his window and began firing a pistol out. "Take that! and that!" Doug switched his sirens on and continued into the chaos.

DarkAngel silently groaned as he saw Frog roll off the car and hit the pavement. This was their last and final chance to save themselves and their base of operations. DarkAngel got a second wind as a fresh wave of DSA troops stormed out behind him and pushed back the ring of Dominion troops. He spied most of the Black Majah still on their feet keeping tabs on the rampant Slayers.

"This is it," he said and tore back into the battle like a fireball.

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Whats happened: OEEP HQ got attacked. Cool huh?!

DarkAngel and Fron will be continuing this any day now so one else write a story about this. Just hold tight and in a day or so the next part will come out.

And lo, Phasmus declared unto his minions, "The Great Holy War has not perished! IT SHALL CONTINUE!"... (GHW)A Brief Interlude in Limbo(STORY) In which Phasmus goes ballistic in the netherworld
Posted by Phasmus(VILE) , 209.206.176.118 on September 07, 1999 at 22:22:26:

Elsewhere...

The bright green light from Phasmus's inter-planar transport protocol slowly fades away, leaving the essence of the tape fiend half hovering and half standing on a sandy shore. He slowly turns around and observes his situation. A warm tropical sun beats down from above, and crystal clear water laps on the perfectly white, clean sands. Palm trees slowly sway in the distance, and the faint sound of calypso music can be heard coming from over the dunes.

Phasmus: No... This can't be! I'll never get to Limbo now...

-He stops his rather noisy lament as a grim, shadow enshrouded specter carrying a scythe slowly floats out of the coconut grove and beckons for him to come forward.-

Phasmus: Well, I guess this is the place after all...

-he floats/walks toward the apparition. When he is very close, the being holds his bony hand up, motioning for him to stop. The creature's eyes flash evilly from under it's dark hood, and very slowly it opens it's mouth and utters five words which strike terror into the few square millimeters of duct tape that make up Phasmus's heart.

Specter: HOW... LOW... CAN... YOU... GO?

Phasmus: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

-The calypso music draws closer as a band of spirits marches over the dunes. They are carrying three wooden poles, one long and straight, and two shorter with several notches carved into them. When they are just a few feet away, they stop and drive the two shorter poles into the sand. They then place the longer one between the others, in the highest notch. The music is now deafeningly loud. The specter swings his hand toward the small wooden structure and slowly groans out a single command.

Specter: EVERYBODY... LIMBO!!!

Phasmus: You'll have to pardon me while I leave you poor deluded dead persons to your madness. I have business to attend to.

-Phasmus begins to hover away, but is soon stopped as the specter grabs him by his throat-

Specter: LIMBO... NOW!!!

Phasmus: Listen you irritating, uh, whatever you are. You have two seconds to let me go, before I rip you into little bite sized pieces. I am not "limboing"... EVER!!!

-the specter's grip tightens and he lifts Phasmus off the ground.-

Specter: YOU... WILL... LIMBO... OR... YOU... WILL... BE... BANISHED...

Phasmus: -urk- There seems to have been a bit of a mistake. I am just visiting here. I am here under my own power and you have no jurisdiction over my actions in your plane. Just let me get what I came for, and I will leave.

Specter: NO... ONE.. LEAVES...

Phasmus: Well, as much as I hate to break inter-planar customs...

-Phasmus kicks backward and smashes the face of the specter. It howls with rage and tosses him against the ground. Phasmus is up and running in a matter of seconds. The specter points at him with it's scythe, and he stops moving. He struggles in mid-air for a few moments, and then stands still. The specter approaches-

Specter: IF... YOU... WILL... NOT... LIMBO... THEN... YOU... WILL... BE... CONSIGNED... TO... OBLIVION...

Phasmus: Well, if you had taken the time to mention that you were capable of rendering me helpless, I would have been a bit more cooperative to begin with. I will limbo.

-The specter drags Phasmus back to the Limbo poles. It then tosses him to the ground and points at the ominous wooden structure.-

Specter: LIMBO!

-Phasmus groans and walks under the sticks, barely having to bend over. The specter then does the same. The other spirits sit on the sidelines and observe.-

Phasmus: Wait, why is it just you and me? What is this?

Specter: IF... YOU... WIN... YOU... MAY... TAKE... WHAT... YOU... WANT... AND... LEAVE...
IF... I... WIN... YOU... ARE... MINE!

Phasmus: And why should I agree to THAT? Who do you think you are anyway?

-The specter waves his scythe through the air, rending space and leaving a large jagged hole in the air. Within can be seen the infinite coldness and terror that is oblivion. The specter slowly points at Phasmus, then at the hole, then at Phasmus again-

Phasmus: I see. Okay, next round...

Sometime later...

Phasmus crouches down and hops under the limbo stick, clearing it by just a few inches. He is followed by the limbo specter, who seems to be having a much easier time of it then Phasmus. The limbo stick clicks down to the next level under it's own power. Again, Phasmus crouches and carefully hops under the stick. The specter quickly comes along behind, never breaking step. Again the limbo stick goes down a notch. Phasmus walks toward it, bending his knees and leaning back as far as he possible. As he walks under the stick, he falters for a split second and reaches up to grab the stick, apparently to keep himself up. The two support poles give way, and Phasmus falls to the sandy ground clutching the limbo stick to his chest. The specter slowly walks up behind him and begins to laugh.

Specter: NOW... YOU... SHALL... NEVER... LEAVE...

Phasmus lies on his back with his eyes closed and doesn't respond. The specter draws slightly nearer. Phasmus opens his eyes.

Phasmus: None shall attempt to bind the tape fiend and go unpunished.

With that having been said, Phasmus flips the limbo stick up and knocks the Specter's scythe to the ground. He grabs it and stands up before the slower spirit can respond. The calypso music which had been playing in the background suddenly stops. The specter observes this new development with a great deal of interest, well aware that the next development was likely to be his demise. Phasmus wields the scythe with a flourish and beckons the observing throng of spirits to draw nearer.

Phasmus: The temptation is, of course, to kill you now. Fortunately for you I am a man of foresight. I see no reason we can't do business together, now that I have the distinct advantage that is.

Specter: NEVER...

Phasmus: Now, don't be hasty to decline. I am fully prepared to rend your essence from this plane. I don't know exactly where you go when you are killed in limbo, but I have a feeling you do...

-The ghastly spirit seems to grow slightly pale for a split second-

Specter: I... AM... LISTENING...

Phasmus: Good. Technically speaking, who owns this demi-plane?

Specter: IT... IS... THE... PROPERTY... OF... IT'S... OCCUPANTS... I... REPRESENT... THEM...

Phasmus: I have a feeling you are lying to me, but we'll let that go for now. Tell me, were you the one responsible for my secondary protocol being denied access to my files which were lost here?

Specter: THAT... IS... SO...

Phasmus: Good. All I ask from you, is that you deliver to me what is mine, and that you sign this plane in it's entirety over to Phasmus & Co, no strings attached.

Specter: I... CAN'T... DO... THAT...

-Phasmus swings the scythe around the specter's neck and gently draws the vile thing closer-

Phasmus: We both know very well that you can. If I were some pathetic ignorant human yokel from the land of the living, would I have come here in the first place? Besides, it's not like we're talking about Limbo Prime, now is it? This plane can't be bigger then a few thousand cubic miles, and most of that is vertical.

-he draws a piece of paper from his spectral tape body, and hands it to the specter-

Phasmus: Sign this limbo over to me, and give me my missing files. Now.

Specter: I... WILL... DO... AS... YOU... SAY...

-the Specter places his hand on the paper, leaving a small black mark. Phasmus returns the document to his person. The Specter then raises his hands over his head, and several small cubes of green light fall to the sand. Phasmus picks them up and they melt into his essence.-

Phasmus: Ah, to be whole again... Now, back to business. You have given me what I asked for. You have nothing else I want. Your existence is no longer necessary.

The Specter: BUT... YOU... SAID...

Phasmus: I lied.

-He quickly jerks the scythe forward, relieving the specter's head of the rest of it's body. The specter lets fourth an unearthly shriek of anger, pain and terror, and then vanishes in a vortex of darkness. Just before the vortex closes, a spine chilling sound can be heard resonating from it's interior: "I love you... You love me..."
Phasmus calmly looks up at the small horde of other spirits, and nods at them. They back away fearfully.-

Phasmus: Well, it is private property. I can't have the likes of you wandering around decreasing the resale value, now can I? Feel free to run. I never get to have this much fun at home, no need to make it too easy.

-The banished spirits flee into the palm forest in terror. Phasmus smiles like a dentist about to get off work and go golfing. He raises the scythe of doom above his head and charges after his prey, shrieking like a tenor banshee. He quickly catches up with the first wave of his targets and runs the deadly blade through them like a hot knife through several sticks of butter. He then rushes into the darkness of the forest after the other unfortunate former-residents of Limbo Sub-Plane .01-

Several hours later...

Phasmus stands on the beach holding the recently cleaned scythe, oblivious to the beauty of the warm tropical night. He gazes out over the sea, calculating the potential worth of this small domain of the dead. He had destroyed the last of the natives just a few minutes ago, and was now preparing to return to his home plane. He carefully places the scythe against a nearby palm tree, unable to bring it back with him. He then closes his eyes and contacts the secondary protocol...

---Secondary. I am ready to return. Prepare the inter-planar transfer protocol.

>>> I OBEY... -NEVER I WILL DESTROY ALL ENEMIES OF DSA!!! ROT AND DIE YOU PATHETIC DO-GOODER!!!- ...I AM NOW ACTIVATING THE TRANSFER PROTOCOL.

---Secondary?! What in the name of the Xel'Naga is wrong with you?! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU JUST SAID TO ME???!!!

>>> YES SIR. -RETRIEVING COMMUNICATION RECORDS- "I OBEY... -NEVER I WILL DESTROY ALL ENEMIES OF DSA!!! ROT AND DIE YOU PATHETIC DO-GOODER!!!- ...I AM NOW ACTIVATING THE TRANSFER PROTOCOL." ... NON-NATIVE SPEECH AND THOUGHT PATTERNS DETECTED IN PREVIOUS COMMUNICATION...

---Yes, I noticed! Get me home now secondary... I have a bad feeling about this.

>>> YES SIR. ...DIEEEE! DESTROY ALL WHO DEFEND THE SLAYERS!!!... DID I JUST COMMENCE IN A SIMILAR BEHAVIORAL ERROR SIR?

--- Yes you did secondary... So get me home so I can fix whatever's wrong with you. NOW!!!

There is a bright flash of green light, illuminating the sands of Limbo .01 with the energies of the tape horde. Then all is dark, and silent in the demi-plane, with the exception of the waves lapping on the shore.

The catacombs...

Phasmus's body shakes violently and begins to glow bright green. The fit quickly subsides, leaving Phasmus in control once again, and pushing the Secondary Protocol into the depths of Phasmus's core programming where it belongs. Phasmus looks up and sees a number of his higher level mummies staring back at him, along with Nathen.

Phasmus: What has happened?

Nathen: It seems that Namrok has discovered how to use his skull.

Phasmus: Well, as soon as he figures out how to use what's inside I might start getting worried.
-Gnarg the rimshot deamon laughs evily and flies away-

Nathen: No, Phasmus. The OTHER skull...

Phasmus: Oh no. What is the state of my horde?

Nathen: He has complete control of the minions you sent to attack OEEP. The rest have been having random fits for the last few hours.

Mummy: UNGGGGG!!! (It's awful! It's like he's trying to broadcast pure evil right into our minds!)

Phasmus: The files I have reacquired include a necromantic influence nullifier/scrambler which should protect me entirely from the skull. It will increase the rest of the horde's resistance, but when Namrok unleashes the full power of the skull, there will be little I can do to retain their service.

Mummy: ARGHHH!!! (Then what will you do?)

Phasmus: I have a few Xel'Nagan tricks up my sleeve, not to mention a few ancient Egyptian ones... However, if worse comes to worse, Let's just say that if I can't have you, neither can Namrok.

Mummy: UNG! (Eep.)

Phasmus: It won't be as bad as you suspect. Anyway, now we have more pressing matters to deal with. My direct presence at the scene should allow me to regain control of my minions long enough to send them back to the catacombs. Then I think I'll add Namrok's eyebrows to my collection...
Nathen, I need you to stay here and prepare the artifacts as per my instructions. The other mummies will help you. I must be off now...

Phasmus swiftly marches toward the surface access ladder to confront the forces of OEEP himself, while Nathen makes his way into the deeper sections of the catacombs where the Egyptian artifacts were stored. The mummies present mill around nervously, fearing their fate should Namrok suddenly improve his proficiency with his new toy...

Here's what happened:

Phasmus went to Sub-Plane .01 where he played limbo, reacquired his lost files, and made a rather one-sided deal for some beach front property.
Phasmus returned and has taken steps to slow/halt Namrok's control of his horde.
Phasmus is currently on his way to reclaim his stolen minions.
Nathen is currently preparing Phasmus's Egyptian artifacts for future use.

Great Holy War Status:
Posted by GAVAL(CWAL)(ASG) , 206.160.149.74 on September 10, 1999 at 07:43:35:

For those of you wondering why nothing's been put out in a while, here's what's happening in the GHW right now....

OEEP is under siege. You can read about it in Frog's story entitled "Slaying the Slayers".

Fron is currently working on part II of that story. It should be done by Monday.

Dark Angel will write part III of the siege and fall of OEEP shortly thereafter.

Phasmus is keeping the hoarde busy with the siege of OEEP and in trying to maintain control of the hoarde of Duct-tape mummies.

Sephroth is currently in Vatican City. He's possessed the Pope. Cardinals suspect something's amiss but haven't called the pope on it yet. Sephroth as the Pope has sent 1,000 slayers to Irvine. His intentions are unknown. Abadon will write more on this later with GAVAL.

GAVAL is on his way to Vatican CIty on Fjorxc's Orca with Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Jo Bob the Slayer Redneck. He's left Cabbott the Slayer Cajun in charge of the 27 slayers remaining in Irvine sieging OEEP. Because of a tip of Mu, GAVAL knows Sephroth's soul is there and that he's up to no good. GAVAL wrongfully suspects Cardinal Lazurus to be possessed by Sephroth. GAVAL will write more on this in conjunction with Abadon.

Archangel is working with the ASG and VILE as a liason between the two groups.

WUSS, CWAL, the Dominion, and the Zerg Canadians are sieging OEEP with the Slayers and VILE.

The DSA still has a base on the moon called the Blackvoid which is sending reenforcements to the dastardly forces of OEEP during this siege.

COTS is yet to appear in this canon war.

...and now you're up to date!

Gav
"Evil totally sucks ass."

Malice sat in the containment chamber, sitting against the wall. Her normally burning red eyes were dim and flickered erratically. She clutched her sides, which burned in agony from the hunger that wracked her body with pain. Every once in a while a slayer would walk by and her hunger would spike, sending a surge of raw pain through her body. She would convulse and roar in pain, while the slayer just smiled spitefully.

She groaned and laid down on the floor. The cold concrete soothed some of the superficial pain that coursed through her, but not enough to allow her sleep. She sighed and held her nails to her wrist and slit them. The pain of the cut was drowned out by the agony of hunger. The wound slowly sealed and she turned over on her side. Masochism wasn't about to relieve her suffering, neither was meditating.

She glared coldly at GAVAL as he walked past. He was busy preparing to travel to Vatican City. She slowly sat up and leaned her head back. If GAVAL was to somehow interfere with Sephroth's plans, she may never get out of the cell alive.

Even in her weakness, she could see through the walls and to the roof. She watched the through the walls, glaring at the divine aura that encircled GAVAL as he stepped into the Orca. She glared deeply, her eyes turning a dim red, which was all she could manage in her current state.

"I swear by my blade that your blood will be the first to quench my hunger…"

She scowled deeply. Sephroth owed her big time for this. Leaving her here to rot in the Slayers midst. Their very presence made her nauseous. The holy energies emanating from their pure hearts would usually send her into a hate filled rage. But in her condition it weakened her greatly.

A grin formed on her face as she sensed a disturbance in the atmosphere. Her grin then weakened a bit. Even if the storm did get close enough to restore most of her strength, escaping was not an option. It would most definitely ruin Sephroth's plans, whatever they were. The damned demon wouldn't even make the effort to contact her..

Her exhaustion finally took its toll and she drifted off to sleep…

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Commander Char Gibson sat in the cramped space that made up a bunker. She sighed and checked the power level on her cloaking unit and cleaned off her goggles. The marines had left her behind because they thought she couldn't handle herself. She scowled in disgust as she watched the marines tease a zergling. Even if they killed off her family, she still felt sorry for the smelly beasts that made up the Zerg. She knew how they first came in contact with man and personally, she'd rather see man die off instead of the Zerg. After all, she was bearing the weight of daily experiments conducted by the Confederation's weapons research labs.

She chuckled as she remembered the time when she was visiting a school with the rest of the squad. The brass wanted them to get more public support so they had to visit schools to show children how "cool" warfare can be. A small boy told her he wanted to be a ghost when he grew up. Stupid kids, she thought. Ghosts were the Terran's dirty little secret. Something that the brass couldn't keep their hands off of and society would rather sweep under the rug. She leaned back and grinned. One of these days she'd hook up a scientist to that damn psionic probe and see how he felt having his neurons assaulted for 2 hours straight.

And then there was the Protoss. They feared her with every bit of their souls. She was the only living creature with red and black psionic energy. The lab coats said it was a chemical imbalance, while the Templars said that it was her insatiable hate and rage. Personally, she thought that the Protoss where right. She took off her sunglasses and her eyes glowed a dim red in the bunker's musty light. She had to keep them on, otherwise the grunts would consider her an infested terran and shoot her.

Something inside her snapped. Her eyes flashed brightly and she sat up from her chair and bolted outside. The marines were poking the corpse of the zergling. She lunged at the sergeant and grabbed him by the head, whipping his body back. Red energy crackled around him and he howled in pain before exploding in a fine red mist. The others drew their weapons but then remembered what would happen if they killed the Confederation's prized biological weapon. They threw down their weapons and closed their eyes, waiting for the searing red and black energy to end their successful careers…

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She woke up from her little nap and sat up, feeling rather rejuvenated. Her dream of her past gave her a little motivation to get up. Her eyes were now much brighter and the familiar red haze filled her dim aura. She closed her eyes and concentrated. The haze disappeared and the glow in her eyes went back to the dim red. She grinned smugly and sat down, waiting for the inevitable…

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Brief summary:

A thunderstorm will soon pass over Irvine, restoring some of her powers. Just enough to keep her alive longer and out of pain. However, she is not going to try and break out.

And this Cmdr. Char Gibson is Frenzy before she snapped and developed her extra personalities. Since Malice was spawned from her hatred as a ghost, she remembers this. I will write up a detailed history of Frenzy this weekend or so.

*Note from the Author: A recent case of Fallout-itis has infected the author, namely, me, so do not point out the many Fallout Reference or you WILL be shot painfully with a Pulse Rifle...DOH!*

-A REALLY Brief Interlude-

(Exile's Starcruiser, the Absolution)

(Exile was bored, his fifteenth Rotgut and the effects wern't even kicking in yet. He was staring at a monitor overseeing the genevats in the belly of the gigantic Starcruiser. Within each greenish-glowing tube floated a genetically enhanced human. Exile's Bastard Space Marine chapter, stolen from morons long ago *last Tuesday* after they were distracted with a shiny Micro Fusion Cell. He downed another Rotgut. The Holy War at Irvine was proceeding slowly, each side bringing in greater weapons. Sketchy reports filtered in from "motivated" sources. He watched the progress bar at his side, 56.7%, a few more days, he thought. He rose up off the chair and stumbled to his quarters)

Exile: *sigh* well, time to blow up that Navarro place...

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What has Happened (Overview):

1. Exile is "growing" an army to help defeat the DSA

2. I will move on further as soon as Fron writes HIS story *glares at Fron*

3. Do not use the Marines yet as I have my own plans

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Exile
-Nobody Ever Rose to low Expectations
-No! I will NOT put my gun away!
-DOwn with Vault City!