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------Part 1------

[Braxis, Frozen Space Planet]

 

{Winds blow the snow in swirls in decent. As far as your eyes can see, on Braxis, your open fields are white. Your trees are white; your homes are white. Snow covers most of all the land on Braxis. A cold planet it is, like no other. Populated by the Protoss, a psionic race, the planet is well controlled and lacks war. A giant glowing pyramid is scene in the foggy distance. Specs of gold shine from snow have melted, revealing the actual Nexus color. The pyramid is almost double the size of the pyramids on earth. On each corner of the pyramid long rises glow at the ends with metallic teal emeralds. The emeralds rotate, in sequence to each other. This is the Protoss Nexus. A main base for certain Protoss Colonies.)

 

[Inside the Nexus]

 

{Long halls and more metallic teal gems give the inside of the Nexus its aura. It resembles a scientific research facility, but much more advanced in technology. In a main center lab, inside the Nexus, Probes scatter about doing whatever there master Dark Templar asks of them.)

Ne'Ache: Are day has started well has it not?

(Ne'Ache, the master Dark Templar of the Nexus, speaks down to a probe, which seems to be fixing some type of advanced circuit board.)

DeGree: Yes. Other than this mis-communicated x120 board, the day would have been perfect.

Ne'Ache: DeGree, realize one thing. No one is perfect. Our history shows it, especially the history of Auir.

DeGree: I won't forget that.

Ne'Ache: Very well.

(Ne'Ache moves out. His cloaked cape swaying at every turn. He enters a room. His main office as it looks. He sits at a giant advanced Protoss seat. A sigh of relief comes from his thoughts)

 

[Back in the Nexus Research Sector]

 

Degree: Probes. Gather.

(The probes that continuously scattered the inner facility of the Nexus, quickly came together and headed toward Degree)

Degree: I have efficiently fixed the Communication board. We still have that captured Terran correct?

(A high pitch tone came from one of the 3 dozen probes scattered about, listening to Degree)

Degree: Good. In a bit I will be placed into the Terran, and sent toward one of their homeworlds, Earth. I will leave my wonderful planet of Braxis, to test my scientific theory. Can we actually, as Protoss, live on a Terran planet? I will soon find out. I will ask a good dozen of you to prepare my shuttle, and another dozen of you to prepare the terran. 2 spectals max.

(The probes quickly turn to get back to what they were previously doing. Some going onto what Degree ordered. Some gathering minerals.)

(Siting at his seat, and seeing, through psionic abilities, all of what Degree has spoke. )

Ne'Ache: *nods* Your a brave young probe Degree. Your rank as 1st Probe with our Protoss colony has never been underestimated. The chances you take with this experiment, and all for science, is a big give away. Good Luck. Your smarts, ideas, and abilities will be missed here on Braxis.

 

------To Be Continued-------

(short story, well, not even a story, more like a blurb) Classics (story)

This message was posted by Sender, posted on December 30, 1999 coming from 209.86.131
Sender walked down the steps out of his room. Today was the day. He was sure of it. All happy with excitement, he stepped into the kitchen. There he found Akari, still in her robe, sipping tea. She looked up at him sleepily.
"Hey Sender, going somewhere?" She asked.
Sender took a moment, and realized that he was in his old workclothes. A pair of old bluejeans stained with grease, paint, and many other elements. His shirt was similar, but also having one or two tears in it. He was wearing his standard leather jacket. He checked and made sure his sunglasses were in place. "Oh. Yeah, I am." He answered as he grabbed a Coke out of the fridge.
Akari yawned. "You know, I had the strangest dream last night� The castle was stormed again; everything went to hell in a handbasket. Then you asked me out."
Sender stopped in his tracks. Funny he had had the same dream too� but something in the back of his brain said DENY DENY! "Yeah? I had that same dream too�" He walked back to the kitchen door.
"Not staying for breakfast?" Akari asked.
"Hmm? Oh um, no. I have things to do. Tell them all I said 'hi.'"
"Alright. Oh and Sender, try not to get in another manhunt again please?"
Sender ignored that, and could feel Akari grinning as he walked out of the castle.
He hopped on the waiting Harley, turned it on, revved the engine a couple of times, then gunned off down the street.

He pulled into the old hangar, attached to the back of the Harley was a trailer, on top was a form that resembled a car, but it had been covered with a sheet. He pulled the Harley in. A huge mammoth structure moved in the corner of the room.
"Hey Aries."
The giant mech spoke up. "Where have you been lately?" She asked, sounding not all there.
Sender shrugged, "War here. Manhunt there� No big deal. Been playing Starcraft and stuff the whole time?"
Aries did her version of a nod. "Yeah, it's been fun. What have you got under that sheet?"
Sender sighed. "A car. I wrecked the Jeep. Need a new one. Well, I figure I'll restore this one."
He got off the Harley, pulled the sheet back, and got to work.

The car was up on a hydraulic lift. Sender was underneath it, removing the engine and replacing it. His face was dirty, covered in oil smudge marks and stuff. He had decided to take off the sunglasses and the jacket for this job. A hand touched his shoulder and he spun about. Angel looked at him, a bemused look on her face.
"Oh, hey." He said.
Angel nodded. "What's that? Your new project?"
Sender grinned. "Boy's got to have a car�"
Angel rolled her eyes at him. "Riiight. DeGree is waiting in the car; we were going in town to do some errands. Wondered if you need anything?"
Sender frowned then shook his head. "Not to my knowledge, I think I have it all covered. You guys just call me if you are getting chased or something�" He trailed off.
Angel frowned at him. "You had that dream too?"
Sender just shrugged and got back under the car. "Later," he said, waving at her with his foot.
"Later TJ." She said.
TJ. Why does she keep calling me TJ? Oh well�

Sender looked at the time. 5 o'clock. Great. He was on the last piece, probably the most important. Directing a crane that Aries controlled for him, he set the sound system in the car. In the trunk lie the subwoofer, which could pump out up to 500 decibels of raw sound. The speakers were placed in the doors and behind the backseat. The CD player was attached to the dash. All and all, the sound system was so illegal could probably get Sender 50 years in jail for raw power alone. But then again, a boy and his toys. He went to go wash up, they were going out to the movies tonight�

11 o'clock rolled around, and the rest of the WAD-R troupe was waiting on Sender. They stood in the driveway, expecting him.
F�nix looked at his watch. "He should be here any second now�"
Fenrir, who had been disguised as a rather large Seeing Eye dog, smirked. "Well, remember the last time you said that? We found him in Nevada�"
The sound of a supercharged engine came to their ears. It was a deep throaty roar that made groan men drool at the power that could be held under that hood. Sender pulled up in the cherry red fully restored '63 Mustang convertible. The body had been completely refinished. The back end had been jacked up one notch for proper drag, and the car had been fully detailed for a custom hot rod. Sender shifted it into neutral. "Am I late?" he asked.
F�nix just stared. "No�" His mind was whirling with his next report, The Subliminal Effects of Classic Cars on the Modern Male.
Fenrir shrugged, "Well where do I sit?"
Sender popped the trunk, revealing a custom seat designed just for Fenny.
"Fenny like�"
Garr looked the car up and down. "Where did you find such a thing dear sire?"
Sender shrugged. "You be surprised what you can find in a dump."
Garr accepted this, then hopped in the backseat, offering Akari his hand. She took it, and hopped over too. Shutat jumped into the passenger side grinning, "Now this'll be a fun ride."
Angel and DeGree smiled. Finally, they both thought, a moment alone� They hopped into Angel's Accord and were about to kiss when F�nix jumped in the backseat, followed closely by all the newbies. DeGree stared at them like they each had two heads.
"What?" F�nix protested. "Sender's car is full!"
Muttering something about F�nix needing to hide out in his cellar, DeGree pulled away from the curb.
Sender could hear Jeffy's voice, whispering to him. "Sweet bro. When can I drive it?"

(Now that that stupid display of male egotism is over, I need to get back to my real story� hehe� Laterz)





(little post story) Burried (little post story)

This message was posted by Garr, posted on January 04, 2000 at 05:22:12 coming from 209.214.148
*as Garr walks down the path of of a cobblestone creek, he watches to his right. The moon reflect off the slow moving water.. as ducks sit in it, the wind gushes from the direction he's headed. Wishes this night he could find his beloved.. wonders where she has run to..misses her terribly. As he turns his head infront of him, he is stopped by a man, who looks him in the eyes and grins. As Garr stares at the man who's now holding his shoulders pushing him back the man laughs*

Man: Hey kiddo. What you doing out here on your own, eh?

Garr: Heading home, the least you could do is let me go.

Man: now why would i do that, Eh? Do i scare you boy? Aren't
I intimidating? *even though he's smaller than Garr he laughs*

Garr: At the least you aren't. And now leave me be, and get on
with yerself. Unless thou art looking for a duel.

Man: oh.. *mimicing a british accent believing that's Garr's origin
as he laughs in each word* Well then chipper why don't we go on
and have ourselves a good ol drink in times for the queen, eh?

Garr: *stares at the man, with a slight growl passing his lips* You
must be mistaken, for i bow to nay a king nor queen.

Man: *stopping his mimic* oh fuck you you little piece of shit,
don't you remember me? I was beatin on your mother when you were born
boy, *laughs as he pushes him back again*..

Garr: well then, dad, i must say you raised a fucked up child! *brings
back his right hand and decks the man in the jaw* don't fuck with me!

Man: *as he stagger back he laughs and heads running at him, uppercutting
Garr's stomach, as Garr falls back pulling the man with him down*

Garr: *pushing the man off him, who's biting his shoulder, he stands and
looks at the man who is laughing with blood on his lips from Garr. The man
unaware of a fate he has taken, as he feels his inside change, dying.. the
man looks at Garr wondering how, why..what is going on?? as he fall down
choking his final breath, his hand reaches out for him to help him, raise
up, as his skin grows ever so much colder. His skin begins to pale as his
pupil dilate somewhat, like a drug, been given. His jaw drops open as drool
seeps from his mouth.. mixed with blood as he chokes again, his body filling
with the damned blood of Garr, giving him life, but also death, for he starts
to raise, looking at Garr. Garr unwanted this to happen. Shakes his head and
looks down..* Damn old man.. i told you.. don't FUCK with me...*as his last
word escapes the man glances at Garr and rushes forward, Garr with a single
command orders him to stop. Rendering the live corpse to stand there, drooling
in a perverse way, amuses him. Garr laughs and walks towards the ghoul, now,
tilts his head and looks at him in amazement, this being the 4th time he had a
true ghoul, serve as his..but something goes wrong.. the man screams and pulls
out a gun. Aiming at Garr's head he fires a shot, blasting Garr back 10 feet
from where he was standing.. as he lays on his back. Smoke begins to rise from
his forehead, the bullet merely stuck in his skull, the flesh around the bone,
burnt, healing slowly.. as he lays there. On the cold cobblestone path*

Man: *looks at Garr laying there, taking him, drags him to a edge at the creek,
looking down at the water. Seeing himself he cries slowly, weeping. Wondering
what he has become?? As he is unaware of the tasks he must do to survive, just
pushes Garr into the lake, as his body sinks into the crystal waters, cool and
fresh.. as the man stands up and replaces his gun.. starts to walk away looking
to see if anyone saw this, he runs. *

*As Garr sinks to the bottom of the lake, the blood washes away, from his body..
as it slowly heals itself.. the blood merely being dilluted, can't contaminate
the whole lake, nor anyone or thing that may drink from it. Lucky for everyone.
As his body slowly float in the underwater, being notices by fish and other lake
inhabitants, water moccasins begin to circle the corpse.. as they leave. Seeing
other live, warm creations to feast upon... As the sky fills darker over the lake,
Garr unconcious from the bullet, rests. This night, he feels he has failed.*


Angel, this is a gift to you....(Short Story) You're So Pretty!

This message was posted by ~Jeff, posted on January 05, 2000 at 21:45:00 coming from 63.252.6

(Short Story) You're so pretty! (Short Story)
By: ~Jeff


--This story is dedicated to Angel--


(DeGree sits in his room. The cold fog clouds that make it so hard to see in his room glow from the lamp that is on in the far corner. The room (which resembles a walk in freezer except take out all the frozen foods and make them stuff in a room) has a pale aura to it always. It always seems to give off the color dark blue, mixed with a pale ice glow. DeGree sleeps in his canopy bed in the right corner of the room.

Strangely, he begins to shiver. He's breaths begin to fog up and rise from his mouth like little puffy clouds. Almost like he has a regular body temperature like everyone else. A vision fills his head. (Dreams) Clouding his views on reality, and sending him to a place of no existence. Yet, at this place he stays.

This place, the place he believes he is at, is envisioned. A large entrance door behind him, as he has already entered this building. Where he is, he doesn't know. But the beauty has enthused him to stay.

The place is dimly lit, giving the long hallways a pleasant aura. The lighting source comes from the floor up, and fades halfway to the ceiling. The carpet covering the floor of the place is a light gray, with diamond patterns. Two large, fancy wooden doors in front of DeGree and the entrance doors behind him. The doors shine with a perfect glow. As if new and perfect.

DeGree proceeds slowly toward the fancy wooden doors in front of him. His steps are practically silent. As he makes his way toward the doors, the two hallways (to his left and right) glow from the floor up as the rest of this place. Only the walls seem to light, as the darkness fades into the ceiling making the upper part of the halls dark (from your ribs up), and the lower part (from your ribs down) dimly lit.

The place has a smell that makes you love to breathe. Just like you were laying fresh strawberry fields. The look captivates you. It's amazing rich, casual look suprizes you. It's lighting sooths your heart.

DeGree enters the swings one of the two doors he approaches open. It makes no sound. Only silence. He takes a few steps forward, leaving the door to close, slowly, by itself behind him.

The room resembled an opera house. This rooms also dimly lit. The light seems to only be giving the room it's light by each seat. Stadium seats, comfortable and almost perfect for a king, placed along the downhill slop toward the stage in the far distance.

The stage is completely dark. Only one light glows on the stage. It spotlights a person on the stage. A paper in her hand makes it seem as if she was reading a part in a play.

DeGree walks toward the stage. As he continues closer and closer he realizes who's on stage.

Angel. So beautiful already, looks up from the paper and spotlight to notice DeGree. DeGree's heart begins to race at her beauty.

Her hair tied back very nicely, almost as if she was going to a wedding. 2 purple and silver ribbons flair on the back or her head. Her body fitting into one of the most perfect dresses DeGree has seen. Long, slick and revealing. The silver and purple on it mesmerize DeGree. A see through light purple nylon cape hangs from be hind her. The cape attached from her hand, around her back to the other.

Angels beautiful smile glistens as she quickly jumps off the stage onto the nearly glass tile floor. Her dress drags behind her as she runs toward DeGree. He smiles, and opens his arms to her. They collide into a warm long hug. Angel lightly and softly kisses DeGree on his cheek. He Smiles, but begins to pant. As the amazing image in his head begins to get lighter and lighter until....


Angel: DeGree? DeGree?

(Turning and waking from his dream)

DeGree: Who requests my.... Oh! Hi!

(A huge smile fills DeGree's face as he stretches and rubs his eyes.)

Angel: I'm sorry. I didn't want to wake you, but everyone's asleep but me. It's very boring upstairs by myself. I was HOPING that maybe you and I could sit together to a cup of tea and watch a few 2 am movies.

DeGree: Oh! Yea, that would be very possible. How can I say no to you?

Angel: You can't!

(Her face grown an evil grin)

DeGree: Hehehehe!



The End

* It was a weird vision I has, and it just fitted perfectly with you. This ones for you babes! Enjoy! *




(short story) the truth that is PEZ (short story)

This message was posted by Sender, posted on January 06, 2000 at 18:35:53 coming from 209.86.16
A cold brisk January morning greeted Sender as he woke up. Actually, the freezing cold wind blowing into his room and knocking the covers off of him woke him up. Dang, I need to patch up those holes soon� He rolled off the edge, and forgot how wide his bed was. With a thud he hit the floor.

Angel was in the kitchen, grabbing a Pepsi, when she heard the thud. She looked up, and muttered "TJ's up." She smiled at DeGree, who was sitting at the coffee table, reading a novel. The title had been frosted over. Angel frowned and looked at it.
"What are you reading hon?"
DeGree looked up. "Huh? Oh� um� nothing?" He began to hide the book.
Angel's eyes narrowed, and she dove at DeGree, spilling Pepsi everywhere. He yelped at he hit the floor, the book slipping out of his hands. Angel picked it up and dusted it off. She read the title. "101 Ways to Pick Up Chicks. DeGree?"
He blushed, about as much as he could. "I� um� it's Sender's! I was just� curious."
Angel raised her eyebrows at him, but DeGree was saved total humiliation when Garr stepped in the room. He grunted some kind of greeting, grabbed a brown bag lying on the counter, and walked back up to his room. Funny thing, whenever Garr was one place, you were sure to find Sender somewhere else. Angel noted this, and figured that they would have it out sooner or later. She just didn't want to have to clean up the mess afterwards.

Sender stumbled over to his mirror and checked his shoulder. His ribs had almost pretty much healed up since the last attack. His shoulder was now merely just tender tissue, just about to form a scar. The shot he had taken in the chest, the bruise had long since disappeared, but breathing still felt to be a chore. Akari� well, he hadn't seen her in weeks. Rumor was, she had run off from WAD-R again. Sender sighed. Garr was pissed at him too. God he didn't want to deal with that, but someday soon� he could feel it. Sender shook his head, and fumbled his way to the shower.

F�nix was up again. Behind him, a large crate of instant coffee sat, the lid pried off. F�nix had jury rigged his coffee maker to run a steady stream to his hat, which would then filter it to a sipping hose, like those beer hats large overweight men wore on football games. This one was filtered for high-octane use. He was typing away on his computer, his fingers again a whir. Maybe it was the illegal strength caffeine he was using, no one will really know� At his side was a small shoebox, a small cross made out of toothpicks stabbed on top. The bare top of the computer screen can be seen. "Ode to a Faithful Spoon." Can be made out as the title. He keeps on typing, ignoring the calluses that have developed, the fact that the letters and symbols had rubbed off the keyboard from use, the fact that he has accumulated a slight layer of dust.

Sender walked downstairs, putting his jacket on as he went. He nodded to Angel, DeGree, and Fenrir, who'd just gotten back. He stepped to the door, and Angel spoke up.
"Where are you going?"
He turned around, trying to hide the PEZ dispenser that was poking out of his jacket pocket. "Umm� nothing?"
Angel spied the dispenser, and her eyes went wide. She held out her hand. "Gimmie!"
Sender pulled it out, and opened the neck. "Empty. I was� going to get more."
Angel got up out of her seat and had her jacket on in a flash. "I coming too�" she stated. "Be right back honey," she called back to DeGree as she followed Sender out.
DeGree turned to Fenrir. "PEZ?"

Sender pulled himself into his Mustang; the top was up this time. Weather was getting too cold. Angel dropped into the passenger seat, all giddy like a four-year-old. She looked at him impatiently. "Come on come on. Let's go. PEZ is waiting!"
Sender shook his head and sighed, cranking the engine. It roared to life, and as he floored the gas, the classic car flew out of the garage, and into the streets.

He pulled up next to the old hangar, and shut down the engine. Angel looked at him confused. Sender shrugged and got out. The wind blew; the snow was beginning to fall. Angel gave Sender "perplexed" followed by "hey? Where are you going?" She got out and ran to follow him, using his body to avoid some of the wind. It didn't seem to help much. Sender unlocked the door and stepped inside. Angel followed him.

Huge crates stacked up against the back wall overshadowed the hangar windows. Aries was sitting silent in the end near the doors, involved in a massive Starcraft tournament. Angel's mouth dropped when she read the labels on the huge boxes. "PEZ" each one said, followed by the different colors. Lucy immediately ran to the "yellow" bins. She touched the wood with her hands, and stared back at Sender.
"But how did�"
Sender shrugged. "Aries just transferred money out of the Code-G Swiss bank account. Why do you think they are so underpaid lately?" He grinned wickedly. "I figure, since I can't sue them for child abuse, I can at least take the money other ways. How do you think I pay for all this stuff?" He motioned around him. "I ain't exactly a 'qualified' worker."
Angel nodded as she took this in. "So, you got a crowbar anywhere?"

2 hours later�
Angel: "Whaoou maaaaaani haaaaaaaaaaaaafffffe eeeeeeeeen vooooooooooouuuuur moooooooouffffffff?"
Sender: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh dooooooooonnnnnnnn knoooooooooouuuuuuu. Ahhhhhhh looooooooooossssssssssssf coouuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnff."
Angel: "Oooooooooohhhhhhtaaaaaaaaaaaaaayy."

8 hours later�
Fenrir was wandering around the game lab of the castle. F�nix reemerged from the basement office, his skin pale, his hands shaking uncontrollably. DeGree looked at his watch. "Any idea where they went you guys?"
Fenrir shook his head. "Nope, but they might have hit the hangar on the way back. Maybe some more Code G guys?"
DeGree's eyes got panicky. "Come on. We'll take my car."

The hangar was dark, silent. Sender's car had been pulled in to the garage, but the door was still open. DeGree pulled in next to it, and shut the door to keep out the cold. They walked into the main hangar to find Sender and Angel passed out on the couches. A crate of yellow PEZ was open and half-eaten. Lucy held a Pepsi in her hand; Sender had several rolling around on the floor. The PEZ dispensers they owned had been well worn. Some of the plastic color had worn off of Angel's Lucy, and Sender's Taz was half buried in PEZ. DeGree stared at them for a moment. F�nix was the first to speak.
"Well, I know what to write for my next report� The drug that is PEZ�"
Angel moaned something and rolled off her couch, the PEZ creating a cushion for her to land in. DeGree looked at the rest of the guys.
"Come on, let's get them home�

4 hours later�
Angel: "Sender, I am never doing that again� PEZ is evil."
Sender: "Yeah, I know�"
They stare at each other.
Angel: "I'll get the jackets."
Sender: "I'll distract the guys.

2 hours later�
Fenrir: "They are gone."
F�nix was downstairs. On his desk lay a PEZ dispenser, and a single pack of yellow PEZ. He sucked down one as he typed. Slowly his eyes began to glaze over�

THE PEZ WILL RISE AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! (Writer falls over)




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