) in my head. It goes over most of the major events that have happened here at kevinswatch - Me trying to corner the market, the ALT+255 Wars. The Madness of Jay - the rise of Cho to the Nigerian throne. That sort of thing. So I'm going to start posting a short section every few days - hopfully more, but I'm a busy man, so that might not be possible.
And please don't post in this thread - I want to keep it for the stories only.
I'll create another thread for comments later. I got started on this part the other day. It actually takes place very late into the story I plan to write. However I just wanted to give it a go.
The basic premise that you need to know at this stage is Me, Ur-Vile(Loremaster) and Hierachy(James) have formed a trio to take over the Watch.
Written by Revan
Edited by Danlo
An Admin Returns
The doors slammed as I came through; fury painted my face. "You've heard?!" I demanded.
Darth Revan sat shrouded in darkness, while Hierachy circled the table, a look of nervous wrath on his face.
"Yes, we have" Darth Revan replied through his shadow.
I stared in his direction, so coldly arrogant, that voice.
He could not see any expression that surely engraved Revan's face - but that was always so; Revan revealed himself to no-one.
"And?" I demanded.
"'And? What?" Darth replied.
I gritted my teeth at the vague disdain in Revan's voice; he had always loathed that about the Sith Lord sitting in front in him.
Why do I continue with this alligance when I despise him so?
He cast a look around the room they were in. It was dark - which meant Darth had arrived here first. It was a dank room with a mucky surroundings. Not a suprise, they always met in the Kevinswatch Suburbs - on of the useless topics - to avoid attention. The only thing of worth in the topic was the throne-like chair Darth always sat on when he believed he was being masterful. The rest of the room was dirty walls, and a few odd splintered chairs. In the back of my mind, distaste gathered.
I hadn't paused. "And," I snarled, "what are we going to do about it?"
Hierachy stopped pacing, stared hard at me and rasped; "What do you expect us to do, Ur-Vile?"
"Well," I snorted, my voice full of scorn "Walking around the room like a prat would be the first action I would perform; but you've mastered that Hier, so I thank you for taking care of that."
Darth's voice came sneering from the shadow's, "No, you perfer slamming open doors and ranting and raving like a constipated rabbit," he snorted in derision. "Now," the spectre's voice became patrozingly comforting, "Why don't you children still down, so we can actually get something done".
I glared in his direction, but I could almost see the face I had never seen, a self-assured smile on his face, completely unfazed by my hot glare.
Children? I thought furiously Children? I was about to just walk away, forget this alliegiance right now, when Hier said "Fine by me." He gazed significantely at me.
I smiled for the first time tonight. "Yes," I murmured contently, "let's."
"Good. Now...", the shadow leaned forward, becoming serious for the first time tonight, "We can discuss this...newcomer"
Hierachy leaned forward on his chair to my left, "Is she a threat?" he asked quietly.
Darth sat with both hands on the arms of his chair like a king.
He has the arrogance for one I observed to myself.
Darth continued, without pause, "We must take it into consideration - remember, she is Jay's friend... might be he even enlisted her aid to help him against..." I could hear the amused smile in the coy voice, "miscreants".
Hierachy shot him a look, "Then what are we going to do?"
I watched them both, musing, what could they do? A lot, for sure. Between them they had a multitude of sources at their disposal. Darth always thought he was the leader between them; and I was glad to play along - until the time was right.
"First," Darth said coolly, "we need to know who and what she is... why has she come back? And more importantly, why did she leave? Could she have left over some altercation? If so, we can play on that... like I say, we cannot act before we know what exactly the threat is - which might not even exist."
It was good thinking, I mused. One area Revan doesn't lack in is his ideas of cunning and schemes - however, in my opinion, he has failed in their practice, time and time again.
"Yes, true" I agreed icily, "however we must set tra-"
"We will set nothing," Darth said coldly.
I stared at the shadow, "And why is that?"
"We will do nothing until I have assessed the threat."
Hierachy was starring at the darkness of Revan also, "It can't hurt to lay defences" he probed.
"And you plan to assess her yourself, do you?" I asked?
"Yes"
Short and abrupt, not like Revan at all. "For what?"
Darth snarled in fustration, and I felt danger in the air, and pulled hard for the Power of Spam... I let it fill me, I was ready.
"Because," Darth spat, "she may be a useful ally, if turned correctly, and I mean to oversee that."
Hierachy was also immersed in the Power of Spam, it built an aura of strenght around him; and he carried as much as Loremaster did.
This was their gift, many were born with the ability to use the Power of Spam - but few could channel as forcefully as these three - nor do anything as complex - and as useless - as they could with the Power of Spam. It was one of their most powerful weapons... one of them.
"And," Hierachy asked tautly, "what if she tears you apart?!"
As the same time, I asked, "Why bother with the risk?"
Darth's fist slammed on the table, his viccistude made more omious by the shadow that covered him; "Oh, put it away, or do you truly wish to test your might against me?"
A long awkard pause ensued. And then I let a deep breath out, and let go of the Power of Spam. I felt Hierachy do the same. a sigh passed my lips; not yet I thought to myself.
"Fine," I said, "why?"
"I've already told you" Revan replied frigidly. "I intend to turn her".
I had had enough, "Like you did with Leper Fairy?" I asked, scorn filling the room.
I didn't have a chance to think, suddenly Darth's specter seemed to gather power, and I was hurled across the room, splintering an old chair.
I grasped at the Power of Spam, but Revan had already sent another wave of force at me, and I slammed against the wall. I couldn't breath.
"And what" Darth's voice had gone deeper and far more intense, "made you think that was a good thing to say?"
I tried to invoke the Power of Spam, but there was a block between me and it. I was choking for air. Dread hammered in my heart. I tried to speak. I pushed against this barrier with all my might.
Revan drew on more of the Power, far more than Hierachy and could summon.
"Hi", I croaked out, "hie"
Hierachy was standing there behind Revan, face white with shock, "Lis-"
"Be Silent"
I saw Hierachy drop his head, I knew I was going to die, Revan was going to kill me. I was losing conciousness.
The power holding me against the wall suddenly released, and I fell to the floor like a rag doll; gasping for breath; tears of pain rolling down my face.
Darth was standing over me, "Get up" he said coldly.
"I-I" my voice was weak and shaky. I struggled to my feet, my body trembling from the choking, I fell on the floor again, too weak to stand up.
"I stand get up", Darth's voice came out the blackness that was the Sith Lord, plastered with icy hardness.
I tested the block, it was gone. I drew on the Power of Spam to bring some strength back into my bones, and I stood, erect, looking directly into the viel.
The shadow surged forward, grasped my throat, and with incredible power, lifted me off my feet, once again I was choking; "Now listen to me you fool," Revan's voice had gone so deep it resonated, "if you ever mention her name to me again, even suggest it, I will make you die the Death of a Thousand Spams" Darth's hands squeezed harder, I started to gag, and I could hear the vicious smile in the Sith Lord's voice now, "you know I do it, you know my power - and once it happens, you will never stop suffering. Do you understand me?"
My heart raced. Death of a Thousand Spams, horror came through the haze that was now my world. No, not that. Not ever. I nodded.
"Good", Darth let me drop, and I found my feet, barely. "Now, I can discuss with you two my plans for Alynna..."
Alynna? I wondered. I did not know that was her name. I took a deep breath. And listened to Darth Revan, Lord of the Sith, King of the Spam Throne plans... and smiled, and I noticed Hierachy across the table smiling at Darth's plans as well.
I studied Darth umbra of darkness; Not yet I said to myself... Not yet