Fullmetal wars start pg 3 Fin! Gonna write something else...

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Kojiki left the base non-nonchalantly, after all, who can stop what they can't see? He met up with Popul Vuh, the Ghost Executioner.

 

 

 

"Leaving so calmly... you can't kill more of them?"

 

 

 

"Our purpose is not to destroy, but prevent destruction, by killing only those necessary, why are you here, anyway?"

 

 

 

"Genesis sent us to go in pairs to that secret base in the Rockies."

 

 

 

"That'll take about... 10 hours from here!"

 

 

 

"Doesn't matter, when Genesis gives an order, even I obey."

 

 

 

"Very well, what transport do we have?"

 

 

 

"Transport? Were walking!"

 

 

 

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Cheshka walked into the sanctum of the Program. It was a giant, gray cavern, hollowed out by some cataclysm of water long ago. In places, areas were walled off, and machinery hummed in the dark parts of this abyss. And, in the middle of it all, was the Program. Mechanical arms flew this way and that, always attached to his body, yet moving at near sonic speeds. It didn't notice the entrance of Cheshka, nor Ramayana, who had disappeared by now.

 

 

 

"Oi, metal brain! I brought him!" Her demeanor completely changed, she yelled into the metal Program's ear. "I said I brought him! I expect good payment for this!"

 

 

 

"Heh, your payment will arrive in a few t hours, be patient." The Program turned towards Cheshka and a portion of it removed itself from the larger entity, which continued in its tasks. "Its so very hard to get a hold of someone now a days, so much so that it's intolerable sometimes. I'm not very tolerating, you see. I think that we shouldalk."

 

 

 

Growing Night spoke to Cheshka from inside his head, surprising him after his long silence. "Alright, if you can either get me on the main body or the large machine for a minute, I can interface, any part of your body for one minute!"

 

 

 

Cheshka nodded. "I didn't come here to talk! I came here to free myself and, to fulfill the plan of your destruction!"

 

 

 

"My destruction? Ha! You barely defeated several of my minions who I was able to manipulate into running into you."

 

 

 

"Funny, I remember it differently! Ragh!"

 

 

 

Cheshka charged the Program, who jumped back, standing on the machine in front of him. "Too weak..." The Program taunted, shaking his head. He tilted his head, obviously calling for something. And that something came out. It was a giant lizard bug thing straight from a horror or sci-fi flick, which it was.

 

 

 

Several people of all ages came out from various walled enclosures, then stopped short when they saw the monstrosity. One of the older ones recognized it. "Thats Ren Repilis, he is one of the most honored Geek heroes! Thats like blasphemy!"

 

 

 

The Program laughed at their consternation. "Yes, but the DNA only, this is a clone, weaker, but he'll tear you all apart at the slightest instance!"

 

 

 

Cheshka wasn't worried, it was organic, so, it was weaker than him. The monster disappeared, then, all the humans who had come out died, slashed apart by claws going at a supersonic speed.

 

 

 

"Ummm... Growing Night? I'm stronger than him right?"

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"I hope so..."

 

 

 

"Okay then! Lets go!" Cheshka charged up the nanites in his legs and dashed toward the monster, the monster moved faster. He jumped up, intending to skewer the creature, but its tail whipped out, sending him through the neighboring partition. "Ak! Okay! Time to get serious!"

 

 

 

The Program laughed at him. "You weren't serious already?"

 

 

 

"I'm pretty serious, Program. And you know why don't you?" A figure, hidden in shadow, at this the Program blanched. He then stepped out into the light, revealing himself to be Shinka. "You have betrayed us, this is merely the last straw, we have rules against cloning the fighters of the past. Death only comes from the revival of the figures of history."

 

 

 

"But, with history, we can avoid the mistakes made during our forefathers times."

 

 

 

"Those are not mistakes, but rather, uninformed decisions. Enough talking! start fighting!"

 

 

 

The Program tilted its head ever so slightly. Its creation turned toward Shinka and charged, faster than it had with Cheshka. Shinka merely sneered and took out a sword, it was a short sword, and it looked quite dull. He stood there, waiting for the thing to come at him, but as soon as it got within a yard of him, it started to disintegrate. Blood spilled out in a parabola around the stationary warrior, not a drop fell on him. Cheshka marveled at the sword work, it was better than anyone else's he knew, even Hylean.

 

 

 

The Program grimaced. He would have to fight him himself.

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The Program let his arms fall at his sides, metallic glimmers flashed out as he started to twitch his fingers. After a second, every twitch slashed a rock or some other obstacle in the cavern. Shinka shook his head and took out his weapon, a staff of metal, just a plain rod compared with the obvious danger of The Program's weapons: a thousand threads moving at speeds rendering them invisible, each with a hundred blades on them.

 

 

 

Shinka began to move at sonic speeds, flashes like lightning shining out from the figure, nearly blinding Cheshka. The Program moved his arms in a dances, fingers moving slowly, but always moving, sweeping his arms to and fro attacks increased exponentially. lacerating the entire area around Shinka who was faster than them by far, but unable to move because of the sheer number of attacks at the same time.

 

 

 

"Quick! He's distracted! Sheshka, get up there and touch him, he'll damage you, allowing blood to fall on him, thats when I'll integrate!" Cheshka nodded, and slid his way to the back of the cavern. The Program flinched at the sudden movement, which Shinka took to his advantage and started to run toward the Program, and slowly gained ground. The Program increased the frequency of the attacks. If the attacks were fast before, Shinka found it near impossible to block all the shots, and began to focus on the ones which would wound him reathers than graze.

 

 

 

Cheshka ran up, going as fast as his nanites would let him. At such speeds he saw the blades, and there were absolute masses of them, going every where, being perfectly controlled from that one hateful entity.

 

 

 

He grabbed The Program in the back of the neck, and was rewarded by his hand being cut off. He smiled, the nanites would grow his hand back, and the blood was on him... it was only a manner of time.

 

 

 

The Program straightened, still fighting Shinka. "Heh! You think that it will be that easy to destroy me?! Growing Night! Your brains are lost with your body! Ha!"

 

 

 

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Ramayana stood out on the porch of the cavern, a small expanse in the entrance, before it really opened up to the open air.

 

 

 

"Kojiki? Popul Vuh? Infiltrator and Executioner! I'm honored! I guess, my entire existence is forfeit?"

 

 

 

"We never existed, Ramayana, we merely affected others. Everything we have done is according to someone else's ideology. That is why we do not have an existence! WE EXIST TO PROTECT THE INNOCENT NOT OUR OWN GAIN!"

 

 

 

"Heh! Calm down <3! It'll all come about right in the end won't it?"

 

 

 

Popul Vuh had calmed down, but, he was going to kill her. "Yes, but only if you are dead!" He cloaked and brought out his cannister rifle. Kojiki cloaked and a click echoed throughout the porch, not portraying any specific location. Explosions broke out among the rocks, everywhere, a cloud of dust would come up and an explosion would make itself heard. In the end, on last bloody explosion and a body fell, or something like a body, reappeared. The true form of a dead ghost, an empty metal shell.

 

 

 

Popul Vuh and Kojiki reappeared, and looked toward the last Ghost, Genesis. "Good work. Lets break up that fight before the Army brings all hellfire here."

 

 

 

The both nodded/bowed to the superior Ghost and followed him in.

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Shinka and the Program were still fighting at their fullest. Shinka had gotten much closer to his foe and was about to force the Program into meelee combat when Ghosts ended the fight. Genesis standing between, with masses of blades and threads at his feet and flying about. The other two were pointing their guns at the heads of the battlers.

 

 

 

"I swear... Hellfire upon us and you two have nothing better to do than fight? With all the might of the demonic horde that is the once proud but fallen US Army coming down on us all and about to send us to the abyss! I swear by all that is good and unholy, how pathetic can you get?"

 

 

 

The Program took offense at this. "Pathetic?!?! Pathetic??? I'll make you eat those words!!!" Before he could move, Kojiki blew his head off, the body shut down, but began to regrow.

 

 

 

Shinka, however, was more accepting with this new turn of events. "What, so we face the entire army with only 4 or 5 people, give or take? He's killed everyone else."

 

 

 

Cheshka, momentarily forgotten, piped up. "I'm not dead yet."

 

 

 

"Well, I'm sure your fatally wounded or can't fight or something."

 

 

 

"I'm getting better."

 

 

 

"Assuming the Program grows back its head, we have five."

 

 

 

Genesis shook his head. "When will you ever realize quality over quantity? Hell's Teeth! You think that it were impossibly unavoidable damnation."

 

 

 

Shinka turned and faced the place where the Army would come through. "But I don't think we have that much quality..."

 

 

 

Kojiki jumped from his perch on the metal arm platform in the center of the room. "Genesis, the screens show that the force will arrive on us in an hour."

 

 

 

"Heh! wee'll show them a sure way to death's door."

 

 

 

Cheshka walked up the the little party. "So, you have a plan."

 

 

 

"My specially inspired plan involves luring them into this enclosed space and beating the sin out of em all."

 

 

 

Popul Vuh nodded sagely. "Sound plan."

 

 

 

The Program got up, rather disturbingly because only half his head had regrown. "Ugh... Cheshka! I'm in, already, the Program is dying on the net, soon, the plan will no longer have an effect on your life."

 

 

 

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Field General (5 stars) Shaine Revelin looked out on the mountain. It seemed so peaceful, but, he loved the stench of rot in the evening. grimacing at all the clean nature about, he motioned the army forward, it was time to take the head of the snake.

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Shaine Revelin sent all of that brigade to their deaths. And then he died too.

 

 

 

The three remaining Ghosts surveyed the battlefield.

 

 

 

"And may God have mercy on their souls! Well, Kojiki, Popul Vuh, our existences are over, the last truly corrupt officer is sent on his journey to hades, and now the world will be more peaceful, at least for our lifetimes, hopefully until the judgment."

 

 

 

Kojiki wondered at this statement, after all, their were those in leadership who wanted the Geeks eradicated. "but there are others who would kill many to get power, and they will take it from the Geeks."

 

 

 

"We don't have to worry about that anymore."

 

 

 

Shinka extricated himself from rubble, to find himself looking at the feet at his assistant, Mystrel. "Yoe alrigh' sor?" She said in her unusual accident, courtesy of a freak circus accident involving a whip, two Indian tigers and 50 gallons of milk shakes. "Ah sa i' al from da hioll. Er weh goh!"

 

 

 

"Thank you, it seems we must accelerate our plans... whats the status of the 'Air Castle' project?"

 

 

 

"Da wha Ah com ta teoll yoe sor! I's doon!"

 

 

 

Shinka smiled, it would be good to get away from this accursed world. He laughed then grabbed Mystrel in a dance, in absolute glee, only his reflexes kept him and her from flying off the edge of a newly made precipice. "Sor! Caolm Downn! I' faollinng!" Shinka laughed once more and set her down.

 

 

 

"Sorry! I'm so excited! The Geeks will no longer have to fear attack, or anything intelligence won't find a way to get around! Assemble all who are loyal!"

 

 

 

"Ahs yoe sae sor..." Blushing, she made the calls. The Geeks would gather and leave this planet. Though, that dance was quite exciting.

 

 

 

In the rubble, Growing Night and Cheshka were having one last conversation.

 

 

 

"The location of the final Program is loaded into your brain. I hope you succeed."

 

 

 

"Don't worry, it can't be much harder than this."

 

 

 

"Your right! have a good life!" Cheshka and Growing Night parted, they would not see each other for a long while.

 

 

 

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Under the ruins of Saint Paul's cathedral, memorial to those who died in the Children's Wars, Cheshka was kneeling at the Program's last location.

 

 

 

300 inch thick metal, which he could neither move nor scratch. The metal was embedded under the floor tiles in a small cave. The ceiling collapsed, too much rubble for Cheskia to move. Stuck for hundreds of years in one position, only thing to look at is the thing which stuck him there... he went mad.

 

 

 

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FIN!!!!!!!

 

 

 

Any comments? I'm going to take a break and write a story, one about one of the main characters of an RPG, a long time ago, the original Hylean!

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Boooo such a rip off of death note at the end... Cmon man.... L, Ren, and the note that deletes websites. It was interesting until I reached that part.

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