Theokhoth's 10,000th Post Party + The OT Revolution!

YOU MAY NOW POST!

Well, it's been a long and difficult five months (>_>) but now I have transcended mere humanity and am now a higher life-form. . . .er, wait, wrong speech. >_____>

This is my 10,000th post! And as is customary, a party shall commence!! Bring forth. . . the cake!

The drinks!

The food!

Er. . . .the other kind of food. >_> But he can stay. >___>

 The ice cream!

But before we sit down and dine, I have a special treat for you all. Gather 'round, children, while I tell you a story -- *doorbell rings*

Ah! There are the guests I invited! BRB.

Welcome:

Jesus!

Tom Cruise!

(I needed a piñata. >_>)

Morgan Freeman!

Welcome, your holiness!

There, now we can sit back and read the story!:D

"Once upon a time, there was a man with a very, very small--" 

*Mr. T rides through the window on a motorcycle while wearing a Santa hat; hands Theokhoth a box*

"Merry Christmas, foo!"

"Mr. T? But Christmas isn't for another month. . ."

"Quiet, foo! See the hat? Christmas come when I say it does, sucka! Now open the present before I punch your face in!"

*Theokhoth opens box and gasps as he pulls out a small book*

"This is my--"

"I know what it is, foo!"

"Thank you, Mr. T!" 

"Shut up and read, foo!"

I think I'll read the story Mr. T brought us for Christmas (which, apparently, occurs on November 30 this year). *Opens book and begins to read. . .  .*

Khoth opened his eyes and saw. . . .nothing. It was pitch black.

He fumbled his way across the hard, cold floor, feeling his way across whatever room he was in with his hands. He remembered being with his group in Sistim when they were suddenly ambushed by a motorcycle gang, and Khoth was taken by one of their members. And then gunshots. . .now he was here. He had no idea how long he was out, where he was, or how his friends were doing. .  .or if they were alive.

Khoth fumbled until he came across a stone wall. He stood to used it to support his weight and moved alongside it, trying to feel his way around the room. He felt something in front of him and stopped; he waved his hand across its surface. Flat, wood. He felt a sheet in his hand cover the surface. Upon feeling its outer edges, he felt chain links attach the wood to the wall.

A bed, he realized.  Judging by the way it felt, Khoth imagined it to be like a bed in a jail cell. He made his way across from the bed, groping in the darkness, until he felt a rod of cold metal sticking up from the ground. He moved his hand to the right, and felt another rod.

It is a jail cell!

Khoth's heart began to beat faster as he realized that he was a prisoner to a crazed motorcycle gang, in Sistim of all places. He began to crawl faster on the ground, feeling the area of the cell, trying to find a hole in the wall or an open door. . .

He felt something soft hit his hand on the ground.

It was some kind of fabric. He slowly felt the object, realizing that it was large. He gasped as his hand hit a familiar object: a nose.

Somebody was in the cell with him.

And he wasn't moving.

___

Zero wandered through the street. It was his one day off in months, so he planned to enjoy it by just mingling with the commoners. Of course, since Admin kept upping the ante on the rules of the city, there weren't very many commoners left, and the few who still dared to go outside barely spoke in fear of an infraction.  It was for this reason why Zero wore his casual clothing rather than his mod clothes. Sure, it was against the rules, but so was everything else, right?

There were also rumors among both the commoners and the mods that PR's were being given out for no reason at all. And of course, the Trolls took the rumor and spread it throughout the city, instigating rebellion at every corner. The scary thing was, the rumor had evidence. Not that they'd ever release that information to the general public and start riots.

Zero sighed and continued walking down the road. After a few blocks he began to hear shouting in the streets; a once-minor offense that now warranted a TR for new offenders. As he got closer to the argument, he realized that it was a religious debate.

"If you think Jesse existed, then how do you explain the fact that every picture depicts him as white, when he was actually brown-skinned? This just shows that he didn't exist!"

Zero recognized the loud, annoying voice.

"How many damn times do I and everyone else here need to tell you that it's because the Neuropeans wanted to portray him in their likeness, as brown-skinned people were looked down upon back then, and that this issue has nothing whatsoever to do with Jesse's appearance," said the other man, who Zero didn't recognize.

"You never said that!"

The crowd immediately erupted with cries of "Yes he did!" and "We ALL told you that a dozen times,"  to which the man replied "Oh, I see, now all of OT is gathering against me. If you're jealous of my superior intellect, you only need say so instead of resorting to such passive-aggressive insults. Glad I'm above that, you idiots."

Zero contemplated PR-ing the man right then, as it was none other than the very strange guy who ran away on all fours the last time they met. He had been PR'd—several times—but always tried to sneak back in and wreak more havoc, despite the fact that everyone who had been in the city for more than a month knew who he was. But he decided to leave the matter to an on-duty mod, as now was his leisure time, and nothing would interrupt that.

He walked away from the argument. In the corner of his eye, he thought he saw someone moving in the shadows between two buildings. He went over to inspect the movement, bracing himself against a wall and moving slowly, peeking across the corner of the building. A cat sat on the ground, eating a scrap of food it pulled out of a dumpster.

"That must have been all I saw," Zero said. He turned and began to walk away.

He took three steps before something hit the back of his head and threw him into a wave of darkness.

___

Khoth fidgeted and shook as the realization that he was trapped in a jail cell in Sistim with what could be a dead body hit him, and hit him hard. He took a deep breath and shook the body, hoping the other person was just unconscious, too stupid to respond, anything.

"Hey. . ." was all Khoth could manage.

The body stirred and groaned. Judging by the voice, it was a man.

"Ugh," the stranger went.

"Are you all right?" Khoth had asked.

"Uhng. . .where am I?" The guy said.

"I don't know," Khoth said. "We're in some kind of jail cell."

Then Khoth felt the guy suddenly sit upright.

"A jail cell? Damn it! This wouldn't have happened if those bikers hadn't ambushed me. They get you, too?"

"Yeah," Khoth said. "They ambushed me and my friends, and I woke up here. My name's Khoth."

"Caleb," the man said. "Well, Khoth, how about we get out of here?"

Khoth was surprised by his statement. "You know how to get out?"

"Yeah. I've been here before. I recognize the smell. Those idiots are as organized as an explosion, so they probably didn't recognize me. Hold on to my shirt."

Khoth did as he was told and Caleb guided him to the end of the cell. He heard cloth rustling, then Caleb began to crawl again. When they should have hit a wall, they kept on moving. Khoth raised his head and hit it against a ceiling; he was in a tunnel! Caleb was moving them out of the cell!

"Did you do this?" Khoth asked Caleb.

"No, it was here when I was first captured. Now be quiet; they may be able to hear us through the walls if they're here."

After a while of crawling through the long and winding tunnel, light finally appeared ahead. Caleb stuck his head out of the opening and checked for anyone outside, then crawled out with Khoth behind. They breathed in the fresh air and bathed in the sunlight, though as usual, the air was cold.

Khoth also got his first look at Caleb. Standing at about six feet, he had short, brown hair, green eyes, and wore camo jeans. He had on a utility vest over a black shirt. Around his neck was a cross necklace. Khoth was surprised to find two guns strapped to Caleb's belt, and then noticed that his own guns were gone; taken away from the biker gang.

"Here," Caleb took one of his guns and handed it to Khoth, as though he read his mind.

"Thanks," Khoth said. "What are you going to do now?"

Caleb shrugged. "Wander around, I guess."

"Don't you have a home?"

"Nah. It was destroyed when the Sistim Wars began."

Khoth stood in silence for a minute, then said "I need to go back in there."

"Why?" Caleb asked.

"My company is missing, and those bikers are my only way of finding them."

"Hm." Caleb appeared preoccupied. "I'll go with you. It's not like I have anything better to do. Besides, you'll be outnumbered."

Khoth appreciated Caleb's offer. They moved around front and went inside. Nobody was home. The room was large, but there was little in it; antique swords were on a case on the back wall by a single desk, on which was an old-fashioned telephone. A pool table was on the right side of the room, by a dirty window, and a fam spun lazily above on the ceiling.

But the only thing that grabbed Khoth's interest at the moment was a small refrigerator on the other end of the room.

He went over and opened the fridge, which was plugged in, and found scraps of meat, jerky, bread and some cheese. He took what he could eat, as did Caleb, and sated his hunger for the time being.

He then went over to the desk and sat in the leather chair. Caleb messed around the pool table. It hardly felt like they were waiting for a crazed biker gang with guns.

About an hour passed. Khoth had found some magazines in a hidden drawer in the desk, but they were mostly filled with pictures of naked women, which repulsed him. He ripped the magazines up and put the scattered remains back in the drawer.

Finally, the sound of whooping and motorcycle engines was heard.

"Showtime," Caleb said. Neither he nor Khoth moved from their spots. They both planned out exactly what they would do.

The bikers came in. There were four of them, each very built, except for one, who was hefty. They all wore blazers and all carried guns. The hefty one, who wore a Nine Inch Nails blazer, stopped when he saw Khoth and said "What the hell do you think you're doing, you little brat!"

"Just waiting for you," Khoth said. He didn't get out of the chair or even move. "I'd like to know where my friends are, please."

The hefty man, who Khoth guessed was the leader, laughed a deep guffaw that shook his large belly.

"And why would I tell you that?"

"Because if you don't, I'll rip your guts out and feed them to you, fatass. That is, if you haven't eaten them already."

"You little ****!" The man reached for his gun.

In an instant, Khoth jumped up and kicked the desk over, then took the leather chair and threw it at the bikers. The surprise attack knocked over two of them. Caleb, who the bikers didn't see, then took out his gun and shot the goon still standing with the leader. The leader fired his gun at Khoth, but he picked up the desk and used it as a shield. When he was close enough, Khoth kicked the desk at the leader, which he blocked with a swipe of his large hand, but this delay allowed Khoth to point his gun at the leader while Caleb shot the other two goons.

Khoth kicked the leader's wrist, breaking it and causing him to drop his gun. Training the gun on the leader's face, he said in a low voice, "Now, where are they?"

The leader was shaking, and tears were in his eyes. He held his broken wrist in his good hand.

"Th-th-they're b-b-back in the b-back, in the cell block. Here's the k-k-keys." And he handed a ring of keys to Khoth, who still pointed the gun at his face.

"Are they hurt?" He said in the same low voice.

"W-w-well, one of them died when we—"

Khoth pulled the trigger. The large man fell backwards and landed with a loud and heavy thud. Now Khoth was the one shaking.

Stepping over the corpses, Khoth and Caleb ran to the cells to save Khoth's six. . . . .five friends.

___

Bryan sat at the desk and looked out the window at the underground city. Fami had left him in charge while he was gone, much to Bryan's dismay. He didn't want to lead a huge group of domestic terrorists; he just wanted to stay at home with his wife and kids. But arguing with Fami was a useless endeavor.

At first, he wanted to join Khoth, Fami, Kikouken, LJ, King, Jandurin and Ish on their mission, and was even disappointed that Fami said no, but in hindsight, he was glad he could stay behind. Danger wasn't his thing.

Sadly, neither was leadership. People came to him with questions and requests; an extra blanket here, a little more food here, what direction do I take to go there, and so on and so forth. Advisors helped him during events where police were involved. Bryan had to keep a straight face in order to keep the people thinking everything was under control.

Somebody opened the door into the office and walked in. It was Blaze, a man Bryan had grown to trust.

"Sir, Serraph says he has a mod captured."

"What?!"

Bryan jumped from his desk and ran out into the large, circular room where he had first met Khoth over a year ago. In the center stood Serraph, a young and ambitious man who had a lot of potential in the Resistance. On the ground next to him was a man, his head wrapped in a brown cloth and his hands tied behind his back.

"Sir," Serraph said. "I captured a mod."

"You didn't let him see where the entrance is, did you?"

"No sir. I knocked him out and blindfolded him before bringing him down." Serraph removed the cloth from his head, revealing a man with black hair that reached his shoulders. The man said nothing.

Bryan studied the stranger. "He doesn't look like a mod. He doesn't wear a uniform."

"Sir, I recognize him from times when I've been TR'd. His name is Zero, and he most certainly is a mod."

Bryan looked at the man. "Are you Zero? Are you a mod?"

The man looked up at Bryan and said "Yes." Then his head went back down. Bryan noticed blood running down the back of his neck.

Bryan thought for a moment. He wished Serraph hadn't done this, and he planned to reprimand him for it later.

"Serraph, clean him up, bandage his wounds, and then bring him to my office."

"You don't want me to throw him into a prison, sir?"

"No."

Serraph ran off, pushing Zero in front of him with a gun. Bryan sighed.

I wish Fami was here.

___

Khoth and Caleb ran from cell to cell, looking for any that were occupied. Empty, empty, empty, empty. . . . finally, when they reached the eighth cell, Khoth saw movement.

"Guys?"

"Khoth?" A voice responded. It was Fami. "Thank God you're all right. Can you get us out of here?"

"Just a minute." Khoth fumbled from key to key until one finally clicked in the lock, and he unlocked the cell door. When he opened it, he led the people inside out into the light.

When they were all outside, Khoth counted them. Five. Fami, Kikouken, LJ, King and Jandurin.

Khoth shook. "Ish. . .?"

Fami just shook his head.

Khoth bent over and vomited, then screamed. He remained that way, crying and vomiting over the death of his friend, for nearly an hour. When he finally managed to regain some iota of composure, he introduced Caleb to the group. Caleb had decided to go with them. "I'm tired of Sistim," he said.

The group took the motorcycles the biker gang had left behind. They found a garage full of them, with full tanks, so they helped themselves. They also took their supply of guns. Khoth hopped aboard a bike with a vanity plate that simply said "h8smikemoore" and, with a final look back, they all sped off into Sistim.

___

 Zero took his time washing up. He awoke to being dragged through God-knows –where, by a sneaky little bastard who knocked him on the head. Then, he was taken to some guy who, apparently, was the leader of this underground group.

He remembered being astounded at how many people there were. Men, women, children; thousands of people. The underground expanse was absolutely huge, and even had roads and cars. He considered knocking out his guards and trying to escape, but he didn't know where the exit was, and with the place being so huge, he'd never find his way out. So Zero had no choice but to comply as their prisoner.

At least they were somewhat courteous, though that may have had something to do with their leader. He had a bedroom, a bathroom, and food was brought to him three times a day. He was wondering how they managed to set up the indoor plumbing and gather so much food for so many people when they arrived at his room and took him to their leader. Ah, some mysteries are never solved.

He was ushered into a large office, where the leader sat at a desk. His head in his hands, he had short, black hair with a five o'clock shadow lining his face. Two guards stood behind him; as if Zero was in any position to try something.

"So, are you Fami?"

The leader looked up.

"Yes," he said after a minute. "You've heard of me?"

"Of course. Every mod knows of this group." Zero was careful not to refer to them as "The Trolls."

"I see. . .so we're common knowledge by now, huh? Tell me, why were you out without a mod uniform when Serraph found you?"

Zero shrugged. "I wanted to take a break, so I went out and took a walk. . . my break was sorely interrupted." And here he gestured to the bandage on his head.

"Sorry about that. Just so you know, Serraph was not ordered to capture you and he has been punished for stepping out of bounds. But now, your presence here puts me in a very difficult position. Most of the people down here want you dead, you know. They say you'll go to the surface and tell all your mod buddies where we are. But I don't want to kill you. But then, that puts me in a bad light."

"Fraternizing with the enemy, huh?"

"And that's why I wanted you here. The reason why you haven't been taken out and shot is because I want you to help us."

Zero knew this was coming. Why else would he keep him alive? And the funny thing was. . .

"Really? And how can I help you?"

"You could give us some information. About Admin, for example."

Zero chuckled. "Sorry, but I'm not a high-level mod. I don't have any info regarding Admin."

"Hmm," Fami had his head in his hands again. "Maybe there's another way you can help. How would you like to join our little group?"

This, Zero did not anticipate.

"Me? Join your little. . . parade? And why would I do that?"

"I just find it odd that a mod would take time away from mod work to pretend to be one of us lowly common folk. Even now, you still don't strike me as a mod. Perhaps you're looking for something? We have a lot of things here for treasure hunters. But then, if you accept, then I may be able to keep you alive and in decent standing with the people. We already have a former mod here, you know."

"You mean Lucas? Yeah, I remembered when he left work one day and didn't come back. I heard he was PR'd."

"He was, though by accident. We found him and he joined our little group after that."

"So, Zero, what do you say?"

Zero thought for a moment. He didn't have much of a choice. If he refused, he'd probably be assassinated. Besides, if he accepted, maybe they'd show him the way out. . .

"All right," he said. "Let's do this."

___

The trip from the biker hideout to the edge of Sistim was quiet and uninterrupted. They traveled all day and night, not resting. Nobody said a word, which Khoth was grateful for; he did not feel like talking. The group sped on their bikes until they reached a harbor. They abandoned their motorcycles and went down to a nearby dock. A large ship was tied in. LJ got down and began to cut the rope.

"Are you sure we should take that?" King said.

"It's ours. Courtesy of my connections," LJ replied, not looking up from his work.

"Where, exactly, are we going?" Khoth said.

Fami looked at him and said "We're going across the ocean, to an island I doubt you've heard of. There, we'll meet somebody who can end this game once and for all. The island is only two hours away."

Khoth looked upon the ship.

Here's hoping I don't get seasick.

They boarded the ship and Jandurin went to the helm. He knew how to drive anything, apparently. They left the harbor and headed off, while Khoth stood on deck, watching the waves below. A dolphin jumped out of the water a few times, following their ship. Khoth watched it, thinking about how much Ish would have loved this.

___

Bryan laid back and sighed. Zero had agreed to be a part of the group, provided he have an escort until he proved he could be trusted. In the meantime, Bryan would pretend to be Fami. If Zero did escape, word of the real leader being gone would get out, and that would put the seven in serious danger. By posing as Fami, Bryan at least guaranteed their safety. He informed his officers of the new name change and they informed the city.

A knock at his door woke him from his thoughts. He recognized the knock. "Come in!"

In walked a little girl. "Daddy!"

Bryan ran to hug the little girl, and his worries slipped away into another, secluded world that could never penetrate the temporary barrier of his child's presence.

___

The two hours on the ship passed quickly. Everyone else got some sleep, but Khoth stayed up and watched the water. At one point, Kikouken went up by him.

"Hey," she said. "I never thanked you. . .you know, for getting us out of there."

"You would have done the same for me, I hope." Khoth said.

"Of course. You and Caleb kicked ass. But one thing is bugging me: if you can fight like that, then how come those bikers got you in the first place?"

"I'm pretty good at fighting, but my major weakness is the element of surprise. If I know what's ahead, I'm at my best. But if my opponents get the jump on me, I become as useful as a goldfish."

"Ah. I'm the opposite. I work at my best under pressure. Sadly, my best wasn't quite good enough for those goons."

Khoth didn't respond.

"You know," Kikouken said with a smile on her face, "it's a shame that you're gay."

Khoth was wondering what she meant when the ship's horn sounded, signaling their arrival.

He went down to the ramp where everybody would get off, meeting with the rest of the group. They left the ship and tied it to the dock.

"So who's the guy we're supposed to meet?" Jandurin said.

As if on cue, a black limousine drove up. Three men stepped out: one in casual wear, with curly brown hair, and two in suits, who looked like body guards.

The man in casual clothes looked at the group and said "Hi, everyone. Welcome to my island. My name is Jeff Gerstmann."

Every mouth in the group dropped, except for Fami's.

"THE Jeff Gerstmann?!" King finally said.

Gerstmann was a legend in OT. Once on the staff of Admin, he was loved by the people. But one day, he was fired, and he disappeared from the entire country of GS324. Why he was fired was speculated; some believed it was because he stood up to Admin for the people. But in any case, the official story was that Jeff was becoming inept at his abilities, and thus was let go.

"The one and only," Gerstmann said. "And these," he gestured to the two men beside him, "are my bodyguards, Kane and Lynch. Pay them no mind. Get in! We have a lot to talk about and only a short time in which to talk."

He hopped into the limo, followed by Kane and Lynch, and the rest of the group followed. The limo then sped off.

___

Zero walked along the street of the resistance group's underground city, marveling at what they had done. His escort, Scorch, followed behind, never saying a word unless addressed first, or if Zero wandered into a place he shouldn't be. Zero would ask him questions, such as what people did at this place or where people went grocery shopping, but Scorch did not answer any questions regarding the layout of the city or even which way was North. Fami was a cautious man. No wonder the mods had such difficulty finding the place.

Occasionally he got dirty looks from residents, but so far, reception had been much more welcome than he had expected. Did these people ever even go outside? Were they even aware of the issues up above? They had to be.

Zero suddenly stopped when he heard a voice in his ear.

". . . .Zer. . . . .do you read. . . .  .Zero. . . . "

It was the communication device implanted in his right ear. The resistance wasn't aware of it. He had tried to use it, but could get no signal underground. He was receiving a call! But he couldn't answer without letting Scorch know. . .and besides. . . .he wasn't sure if he would have told them anything, even if he could.

Zero pressed a button in his cloak that turned the device off, and continued his tour of the underground city. This break would be uninterrupted.

___

The limo sped through the island, passing homes, buildings, restaurants, and people. The island was a nice place, it seemed, from the blur of it Khoth saw through the windows. He wondered how they didn't crash.

On the way, Gerstmann explained how and why he was fired, his disappearance, and what he had been doing on the island the whole time. He also explained where Admin was located in OT, and most shockingly, that Admin was not a person.

"He's a computer program," Gerstmann said. "A very intelligent one, to be sure, but Admin is not and never was human."

"I have been working on a very big project. It's almost finished. I promise you, this will be the end of Admin for good."

This raised Khoth's hopes. Could this big project really stop Admin? How from such a distance? And how could it be done when nothing else worked before?

The car made an abrupt stop, causing Khoth and company to lurch forward. They all quickly got out, in case the driver wanted to go somewhere else, and Gerstmann led the group into a large building.

When they got inside, Gerstmann outstretched his arms and said, "Behold my pride and joy: what I call the Giant Bomb."

The company looked up, and realized that the building wasn't actually a building. It was a missile.

"This is what you plan to do?" Khoth asked. "Blow Admin off the map?"

"Exactly!" Gerstmann responded. "This bomb is incredibly powerful. It'll blow away Admin and all his cronies to Never Never Land."

"And the people? You know, the ones who've done nothing wrong?" Khoth's hair on the back of his neck began to stand on end.

Gerstmann's cheery disposition evaporated into solemnity as he said "Sometimes, the lesser of two evils is the only option we have."

"What kind of bullcrap is this ****?!" Jandurin was shouting. "'Lesser evil'? You call killing thousands of people a 'lesser evil'?! You can't do that! My family is there! What about the rest of the Resistance?"

"I agree," Fami said. "I wasn't informed of this, Gerstmann."

The rest of the group nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry you guys feel that way."

Khoth and the rest were grabbed from behind by guards.

"The countdown has already been initiated," Gerstmann said. "In 24 hours, the missile will launch, and the world will be rid of Admin. Until then, I'm afraid I'll have to keep you locked up. Don't worry. You'll get over it one day."

Khoth was knocked from behind and fell unconscious.

___

Bryan stood in front of Zero.

"I have a way you can prove yourself, Zero," Bryan had said, still wearing the Fami disguise.

"Oh?" Zero said. He inclined his head as though he were an ignorant little child. Was he mocking Bryan or just being a smartass?

"Three of my mercenaries are above the ground, and they have been TR'd. I'd like you to go with Blaze, Scorch and Jubino to bring them back. As a former mod, you can don your mod uniform and pretend to be escorting them out of the city."

The three stood behind Bryan, already set to go. Zero had yet to meet Jubino, so Bryan knew he wouldn't know of his capabilities.

"That's it, huh? And what makes you think I won't run?"

"Simple: Do so and one of the people going with you will shoot you."

"Ah. Well, it seems I have no choice. Just one problem: my uniform is back in my office at HQ."

"No problem. I've taken a few mod uniforms in past skirmishes. You can borrow one of them. Oh, and you'll be blindfolded again until you reach the surface. Now move out!"

Zero walked out of the office with the Scorch, Jubino and Blaze.

___

Khoth paced furiously in the room he was put in. He was separated from the others—again—and his weapons were taken away from him—again. He cursed himself for not acting fast enough, for being snuck up on. He woke in a large suite. There were windows, but climbing out of them was useless, as he was on a very high floor in a ridiculously tall hotel. Hence why they weren't barred. The only door out of the room was locked tight, and Khoth couldn't break it down. A look under the door exposed a pair of feet; a guard was situated to keep him in check. The clock was ticking, and Khoth had to find a way out to rescue his friends, and then. . . .then what?

Khoth kept pacing, and just as he was about to embrace the hopelessness of the situation, he heard punches being thrown out of his room. Did one of his friends escape? He heard the sound of bones cracking and punches landing. Then silence. Then he heard the jingling of keys, and his door unlocking from the outside.

Out of the door was a man Khoth didn't recognize.

"You need to get out of here," the man said.

Not wanting to disagree, Khoth ran out of the room. He turned to the man and said, "What about my friends?"

"Jandurin is waiting for you by the ship. The rest of your friends are going to stop the missile launch. You and Jandurin need to get back to OT and stop Admin. You know where he is, you know what he is, and you can defeat him. If Admin is dead, there will be no reason for the missile."

The stranger turned and Khoth called out, "Wait! What's your name?"

The man kept running down the hall, and didn't turn around. "Vid!"

Khoth turned and made his way to the stairs. He couldn't take the elevator, as the guards could stop that and he would be trapped again. He bound his way down the steps, two, three, four at a time, running down endless stairs. Finally, he got to the first floor.

He opened the door a crack and looked outside. He was in the lobby, and it was a straight dash to get out, but there were guards. Two, from what he could see. If he ran fast enough, they probably wouldn't catch him. Perhaps they wouldn't even know who he was.

Khoth took a deep breath, opened the door, and ran like hell. He nearly toppled over a bellhop who wasn't watching where he was going, but nothing else obstructed his beeline to the exit. The guards saw him and tried to block his way, but Khoth jumped into the air and brought one guard down with a kick, and the other he punched in the neck, incapacitating him. He reached down and grabbed their guns, then quickly made his way to the garage. He broke the window of the first car he saw and prayed the keys were inside. Huzzah! The valet was a lazy-ass! Khoth took the car and sped away to the harbor. He weaved through traffic and drove on the side of the road, narrowly avoiding pedestrians and other cars. When the first trip from the harbor took about thirty minutes, Khoth's speed-racing took half that time.

When he arrived at the ship, he abandoned the car and climbed up the ladder hanging over the side. The ship was already untied. When he reached the deck of the ship, he looked down the barrel of a gun pointed at his face.

"It's me, Jandurin," Khoth said.

"Khoth! What took you so long? We need to get the hell out of here!"

And with that, Jandurin went to the helm of the ship and began to move the boat out of the harbor. As they left the island, Khoth saw cars drive up to the harbor, full of guards who were too late to stop their voyage.

He hoped his friends were alright.

___

Fami made his way with Caleb, LJ, Kikouken, King, and their rescuer, Vid, through the multitudes of guards in the missile-building. After Vid broke them out, he handed each of them some guns and they headed to stop the missile launch that would destroy OT. They were met with a wide reception. There were approximately thirty guards.

Kikouken, Fami and LJ took out most of the guards while King, Vid and Caleb looked for a way to stop the launch. Vid appeared to know where he was going, so they killed guards while they ran to a control center.

When all the guards were dead, Fami and his group caught up with the others in a large room filled with massive servers. A bunch of white-coat scientists cowered in the corner while Vid typed furiously on a large computer screen.

"What are you doing?" Fami said.

"I helped design the missile launch code," Vid replied. "I know how to stop it, but I need you to cover my back. You!" And here he pointed at a scientist in the corner, "If you want to live, get up and help me stop this launch."

Fami looked to King. "You're a weapons specialist. Do you know anything about this?"

"I may be able to tweak it so the countdown goes slower, but for the most part this is all new to me," he replied."

"Good. Do what you can. Everybody else, unless you're a rocket scientist and never told me, let's start barricading the doors!"

___

The boat ride took an agonizing hour and forty-five minutes. Khoth pestered Jandurin to go faster, and Jandurin told him that unless he wanted to get them both killed, this was as fast as they could go. They planned out what they were going to do once they hit land; they would have to speed through Sistim and make their way back to HQ, then they would have to move out with the entire army to where Admin was located. It was all or nothing, now.

When they reached the Sistim harbor, they found their motorcycles right where they left them. They were low on fuel, but if they could get back to the biker gang's hideout, they would be able to switch bikes and make their way to OT.

The bikes didn't make it that far. When they sputtered and died, it was still at least a quarter of a mile to the hideout. Khoth swore as he and Jandurin abandoned the bikes and ran. The sky was turning a bright orange as the sun began to set. They only had until about 4:00 the next day, assuming the worst and that his friends couldn't stop the bomb.

The run was exhausting. But they didn't stop. They couldn't stop. Khoth ignored the pains in his sides and kept running, until he finally saw the old shacks of the biker hideout. The sight gave them renewed energy, and they picked up their pace. Khoth smelled the bikers he killed before, still in their spots, he assumed, but he didn't dare look.

They went to the shed full of motorcycles, took two that were full, and sped away to OT.

___

When Blaze removed the blindfold from Zero, he breathed in the "fresh" air of OT aboveground. It felt good to be back up. They kept his hands untied, but they still kept a hand on their guns. He wore the mod uniform they gave him.

"Okay," Scorch said. "We're moving out. Zero, we'll move behind you like your prisoners, but know that we have our hands on our guns at all times."

Zero nodded his understanding and began to walk, with the three behind him. The walk was easy enough; they had to make their way to the Sistim border, which was only a few blocks away, meet up with the PR's, who had come back under a new disguise, and then bring them all back to the hideout without anybody noticing.

About halfway to the border, Zero heard somebody shout his name. "Hey, Zero!"

Oh, great. It was Gabu, another mod. It wasn't part of the plan to run into a mod.

"Don't even think of giving us away, " Scorch immediately said in Zero's ear.

"Zero!" Gabu called again. "Where in the world have you been? Jim's pissed to high hell and threatening to PR you or worse. Who are these people? And why do you look like crap?" And he gestured to the men behind Zero and the bandage on his head.

Zero took a step away from Scorch and company and said, "Hey, Gabu. I got into a big skirmish with The Trolls the other day, and they tried to capture me. I managed to escape, and I took these three with me. Just PR'ing them, then 'll be back. Sorry for the worry.

"Well, that's good. There were rumors that you had left us like Lucas did. Have fun PR'ing these guys, then come back to HQ. Perhaps Jim will only give you a demotion for your circumstances. Wait," and he looked at Blaze. He walked closer to him, then shot out his arm and revealed the gun he was holding.

Realization hit Gabu's eyes as he reached for his gun. Without thinking, Zero whipped around and snatched the gun from Scorch, then pointed it at Gabu. But he was too late; Gabu had fired a shot, and Jubino collapsed. Then he looked at Zero.

"What—"

"Sorry, man. I've warmed up to these guys." Then Zero took the handle of his gun and hit Gabu on the back of the head with it, knocking him out before he could say a word.

Scorch and Blaze checked Jubino, but he was dead. Then they looked at Gabu.

"Well," Blaze said. "I think you're good in my book. What should we do with him?" He nodded at Gabu's unconscious body.

"Let's just leave him be," Zero said. "He'll wake up and tell the world I've gone rogue, but I don't really care who knows."

They left Gabua and Jubino where they were, and continued to the Sistim border. When they arrived, the three were waiting.

"I thought there would be four of you?"  One man said.

"There was," Scorch replied.

"I see. Let's start heading ba—"

They heard the loud motors of motorcycles heading their way from Sistim. They looked and saw in the distance two bikers speeding at a dangerous rate straight for OT. One of the bikers had silver hair.

The others seemed to know who they were.

The bikers came to a full stop before them. They looked exhausted.

"Khoth, what's going on?" Blaze said.

"No time," he replied. "Get back to base as soon as possible. Stop what you're doing. Nothing else is more important." And then the two revved off toward the nearest base.

The group looked at eachother and ran after them. They didn't train their guns on Zero this time.

___

Khoth sped into the alleyway and ditched his bike. Not caring who saw, he flew the opening to the underground open and went in with Jandurin right behind. They ran through the tunnels and into the city, making their way through the streets and crowds to the central structure.

Khoth flung the doors open, ran inside, up the stairs, and into Fami's office, where Bryan was waiting. The man jumped when Khoth barged in.

"Khoth! And Jandurin? What's wrong? Where is everyone else?"

Khoth struggled to speak, inhaling every few seconds. "Gerstmann. . . bomb. .  .Admin. .  .assemble. . . the army. . . ."

"Settle down. Catch your breath. Now, what about Gerstmann and Admin?"

Khoth caught his breath and explained everything that happened after they left for Sistim. When he explained Gerstmann's plans with the giant bomb and that Khoth knew where to find Admin, Bryan jumped to attention.

Khoth continued, "We need to assemble the entire Resistance and move out to their headquarters. A lot of people will die, but if we don't do this, everyone will die."

Bryan began to pace. "I'll gather everyone and make an emergency announcement. I had hoped the revolution wouldn't occur while I was in Fami's seat. . ."

Bryan sent out word through a broadcasting system. "There is an emergency announcement at the central structure." He set the announcement to repeat and prepared.

Khoth went to the armory and gathered up guns, knives, grenades, any weapons he may need. He watched as Bryan made his announcement in front of large crowds gathered outside the central structure.

"I have learned that, as we speak, a missile with devastating capabilities is set on our city. This missile will wipe out Admin, the mods, and everything in between, including us. I have also been informed of our enemy's location. Now is the time to strike! If we destroy Admin ourselves, the missile will be rendered unnecessary. This is the day we've been waiting for! Do we want to sit back and watch our city be destroyed? Is that what we've been aiming towards all these years? No! So I call on every soldier of every rank to take up arms and move out; no more hiding underground! Take our home back!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and battle cries. In the span of ten minutes, Bryan had declared war. At Khoth's request, he, Jandurin, Blaze and Scorch were teamed up to fight. They would be the ones to go to Admin while the army distracted the rest of the mods.

Khoth was surprised when he saw Bryan don his own weapons.

"I'm going with you as well." He said.

Khoth was about to object when Bryan said "That's an order. I'm going to fight with his army. And so is this man," and here Bryan gestured to a tall man with black hair. The man addressed Khoth, "Name's Zero. Up until about two hours ago, I was a mod. I can help you through the HQ."

It was no use arguing, so Khoth agreed, and they set up a crude battle plan. Small factions would stay near the underground entrances to prevent anyone from going inside and invading the defenseless civilians. The army would surface in the places closest to Admin's HQ and storm the building. Every mod in OT would be there to stop them, allowing Khoth and his group to go up the building and destroy the Admin program. There was little plan to it, but under such short notice, it would do.

When the army was ready, not forty-five minutes later, Bryan announced the move-out. It was hectic. The crowd ran and drove to the exits, with Bryan, Khoth, Blaze, Scorch, Jandurin and Zero at the front.

When the army reached the surface, Hell broke loose. Civilians ran into the shelter of buildings while the army marched to Admin's HQ, a large but inconspicuous building that Khoth had passed dozens of times before.

The army stormed the building, destroying the doors. Mods came out by the hundreds, and gunshots were heard from every direction. Khoth's team made their way through the crowd of warring mods and resistance, killing any mods that got in their way. When they made it inside the building, they noticed a large, spiral stairway. Admin was at the top. They ran. Zero guided them through the halls, notified them of security traps, and got them through retinal scanners and voice detection devices; thankfully, the HQ hadn't changed their protocol after Zero's turn-coating. Khoth was nervously aware of the little resistance they were meeting. Was Admin's security force all outside, fighting?

His question was answered when they ran into a group of mods on the very top floor. They didn't look like mods, but rather, trained soldiers. They all had guns. And they all blocked the way to Admin's room.

Bryan looked at Khoth. "We're going to deal with these guys. I want you to go and destroy Admin. When we rush them, run into the room and don't look back. Got it?" Khoth nodded.

And as one, the group charged the mods. Shots fired. Punches landed. Kicks were thrown. Khoth ran, ignoring the noise of his friends, and broke through the door.

Inside was a room entirely filled with computer screens, wires, large tubes, and machines Khoth couldn't even identify. At the center of the room stood a large man wearing a mod uniform. He spoke with a deep voice.

"Well, hello. Silver hair. . . you must be Khoth. I'm Jim, Admin's caretaker."

Jim pulled out a gun and fired, but Khoth dodged the shot and crouched behind a desk.

"Do you think you can destroy Admin with guns, boy?" Jim shouted. "I'm afraid the only way to defeat him is with me, and I promise you, you won't be getting it. Come out!" And Jim flipped the desk over. Khoth jumped up and hit him in the chin, knocking him back for a split second. Khoth kicked the gun out of his hand and reached for his own, but Jim punched his gut, causing Khoth to double over and drop his weapon.

Jim ran for his gun, but Khoth got to his feet and threw a knife at Jim. The blade embedded in his shoulder, causing Jim to howl in pain. He stood, looked at Khoth with battle-ready eyes, and removed the knife, sending a spurt of blood from the wound. He threw the knife down and charged Khoth. Khoth blocked the charge with his arms, and tossed Jim. Jim rolled with his landing and quickly punched Khoth's right check, sending Khoth staggering back. Jim then head-butted Khoth in the stomach, followed by a kick to his side that sent him flying from one end of the room to another. Khoth lay on the ground, with an agonizing pain in his sides that paralyzed him. He tasted blood.

Jim walked closer and picked Khoth up by the neck. Khoth flailed with his feet but could get Jim to release his grip, which grew tighter by the second. He was unable to breathe. He felt the life being squeezed out of him. . .

Then Jim suddenly loosed his grip, and Khoth crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. He looked up at Jim, and saw the hole in his side. At the doorway, Bryan stood with a gun pointed at Jim. Jim's look of shock stayed on his face as he fell over, dead.

Bryan ran to Khoth and helped him up. Khoth fumbled through Jim's clothes, looking for a card, a key, whatever he needed that would shut Admin off. All he found was a card with a picture of a DNA strand in Jim's pocket.

Khoth moved over to the machine in the center of the room. Admin. The thing that caused all the trouble for OT. Khoth found a slot for inserting a card, and decided to try the card he got from Jim. Immediately, the blue light in the room turned red, and a hologram of a woman appeared.

"You have inserted the genetic code. Database termination has begun. Building destruction shall commence in one minute."

___

Fami and his group had killed off most of Gerstmann's guards, but Vid and King still had made no way in stopping the launch. When they almost gave up hope of ever stopping it, the server room they were in turned green, and a computerized voice could be heard, saying "Target no longer available. Missile launch overridden."

Everybody stood back. They did it? They did it! Did that mean Admin was gone?

Wasting no time, Fami and his group made their way out of the building and back to OT. Back home.

___

Khoth, Bryan and the group ran like hell to get out of the building. Scorch was killed in the fight with the mods, and Blaze was shot, causing him to move more slowly, but they all ran as fast as they could. They told any resistance in the building to get the hell out, and they moved as many people as they could away from the building. The female computer voice said "building destruction in 20 seconds."

Everyone ran from the building, mods and resistance alike, as the computer counted down.

"10."

"9."

"8."

"7."

"6."

"5."

"4."

"3."

"2."

"1."

And in an earsplitting flash, the building exploded from the top-down. Glass rained everywhere, and rubble was flown many yards away as the structure completely collapsed. Dust covered the entire crowd while the shaking Earth slowly began to calm.

Everyone stood and looked to where the building was. It was gone. Admin was gone. The resistance cheered. Mods dropped their weapons. Bryan sent a signal to the underground saying that they had won. Men and women cried and hugged eachother in their victory.

Khoth stepped back, and felt a sensation he hadn't felt in a long, long time. He looked at the sun, and realized what it was he was feeling.

He was warm.

Congrats man! Many more :D *Punches Tom Cruise and goes to read the long bit of the post.Jango-Bawls

Man, how many times did I say do not post yet? Please delete your message.

:D :D :D :D :D

Was gonna post but then I read to the bottom of your first post.

As long as Tom Cruise acts like he did in Tropic Thunder, I'm cool with him. :P

Happy 10K Theo! :D

Congratulations! I don't know how you got so many posts so quickly :P

*Eats food* >_>

Congrats man! Many more :D *Punches Tom Cruise and goes to read the long bit of the post.Jango-Bawls

damn, how did you get 10k posts so fast?taj7575

Jesus fingers.:D

You expect me to read in a party :cry:JIT93

I do if you've been waiting for The OT Revolution.:D

[QUOTE="taj7575"]damn, how did you get 10k posts so fast?Theokhoth

Jesus fingers.:D

lol

*Doorbell rings*

I wonder who that is?:o

*opens door*

Charles! What are you doing here?

"Well, I heard you reached ten thousand posts, and I just had to--" *Sees Jesus*

"YOU!"

*Jesus sees Darwin*

"You wanna take me on, monkey-man?! BRING IT!"

*Jesus and Darwin get into massive brawl on the front lawn*

Oh dear. I hoped this wouldn't happen. :(

damn, how did you get 10k posts so fast?taj7575

[QUOTE="taj7575"]damn, how did you get 10k posts so fast?hamstergeddon

I thought yours were just spam!:o

*Doorbell rings*

I wonder who that is?:o

*opens door*

Charles! What are you doing here?

"Well, I heard you reached ten thousand posts, and I just had to--" *Sees Jesus*

"YOU!"

*Jesus sees Darwin*

"You wanna take me on, monkey-man?! BRING IT!"

*Jesus and Darwin get into massive brawl on the front lawn*

Oh dear. I hoped this wouldn't happen. :(

Theokhoth

[QUOTE="taj7575"]damn, how did you get 10k posts so fast?hamstergeddon

those usually get me leveled down lol.

*Doorbell rings*

I wonder who that is?:o

*opens door*

Charles! What are you doing here?

"Well, I heard you reached ten thousand posts, and I just had to--" *Sees Jesus*

"YOU!"

*Jesus sees Darwin*

"You wanna take me on, monkey-man?! BRING IT!"

*Jesus and Darwin get into massive brawl on the front lawn*

Oh dear. I hoped this wouldn't happen. :(

I thought yours were just spam!:o

Theokhoth

You invited Darwin but not Hayden Panettiere? What is wrong with you? :(fidosim

I didn't invite Darwin. The guy just won't leave me the hell alone. >_>

Firstly: Your post count...

It's over Nine THOOOUUUSAAAAAAAAND!

Secondly: Your party...

*Doorbell rings*

I wonder who that is?:o

*opens door*

Charles! What are you doing here?

"Well, I heard you reached ten thousand posts, and I just had to--" *Sees Jesus*

"YOU!"

*Jesus sees Darwin*

"You wanna take me on, monkey-man?! BRING IT!"

*Jesus and Darwin get into massive brawl on the front lawn*

Oh dear. I hoped this wouldn't happen. :(

Did some1 sai HAYDEN :o I'd save this cheerleader anyday!hamstergeddon

:shock:

You know, I think I can do this whole "straight" thing for a while. >_>

Congrats, and it was an epic story as always. The entire part about Jeff was pure genius.FalcoLX

I'm glad you liked it.:D

I wonder if anybody else is reading it. :( They better be; do you have any idea how long it took me to write that?:evil:

Freaking awesome way to end it. Yay! Now we need to make this into a Flash animation or a webcomic....or...something....and here's my gift for your 10K: a plastic copy of my crown! Now you can feel like me, only without the cool powers! Enjoy!

Freaking awesome way to end it. Yay! Now we need to make this into a Flash animation or a webcomic....or...something....and here's my gift for your 10K: a plastic copy of my crown! Now you can feel like me, only without the cool powers! Enjoy!

Video_Game_King

Hooray! *Puts crown on*

[QUOTE="FalcoLX"]Congrats, and it was an epic story as always. The entire part about Jeff was pure genius.Theokhoth

I'm glad you liked it.:D

I wonder if anybody else is reading it. :( They better be; do you have any idea how long it took me to write that?:evil:

[QUOTE="Video_Game_King"]

Freaking awesome way to end it. Yay! Now we need to make this into a Flash animation or a webcomic....or...something....and here's my gift for your 10K: a plastic copy of my crown! Now you can feel like me, only without the cool powers! Enjoy!

Theokhoth

Hooray! *Puts crown on*

Yes, you, too, can feel like I do!*

*Warranty expires if user attempts something as a result of them thinking they have the powers that the real deal holds.

Congrats! And BTW, this party is way better than the last!

*eats epic cake*

:D

Congrats! And BTW, this party is way better than the last!

*eats epic cake*

:D

Curlyfrii87

I haven't had a party before. >_> 

How do you have so many posts? You cheated! :cry: harashawn

You dare impugn mine honor?! Sir, I challenge you to a duel! *Slaps your face with a glove*