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Written by Scalibur


“C – commander Forte? We’re approaching land; we should reach the disembarkment point in about two and a half hours.”

“Good. Has the main armada started moving yet?”

“In about five days, sir.”

“Alright... There is no way I will have my bounty defaulted because of a lack of initiative to get this done. I will have my money, Sergeant. Dismissed.”

Forte allowed the lower officer to leave, and he promptly went back to his reading. A book, entitled Guerilla Warfare, with the letters “CHE” hastily signed on the bottom of the cover sheet, was his only occupation. Various small maps and notes were scribbled in the margins, each detailing the application towards this particular mission. The metal ship swiftly moved through the waves, a Meridellian crest painted on the hull. Noise erupted from the lower hatch, rallying cries were fervent, and the clash of armament littered the air above the vessel. In front, a distance away, was the faint visage of an island with a single mountain protruding from the center. Foliage obscured the ground, and there was no indication of its use that could be told from the difference of locations between the isle and the battle cruiser.

The Commander set down his book and began to file through papers. In a leather-bound folder, he pulled out all of the target materials. On the front page was a picture of an Orange Lutari wearing a clichéd explorer’s hat; under the image, a few lines of text read simply:

NAME: Roxton A. Colchester III

CRIME: High Treason against His Royal Majesty and violation of 34 assorted laws against the Crown and its Subjects

BOUNTY: A sum totaling 27 million Neopoints, to be paid in services from the Crown and Meridellian gold

Under the printed text, a single scribble concluded the sheet. It stated, in no uncertain terms: “I expect his head. If you fail, you will be executed for piracy. ~HRFM Redford XXVIII”.

As Forte rebound the papers, a siren and call from the mast rang out: “Destination point reached! Prepare for scramble! All hands on deck!” Following this, armed combatants began to pour out of the hold, each carrying no more than eight pieces of light equipment. There was little unison in weaponry, only certain items appeared repeatedly in the shining sea of metal. Forte ran down to the main dock and grabbed a sword and shield set, each blanched in color excluding a single yellow eye-like projection. He slipped on a few pieces of low-weight armor and began to issue orders for departure.

“Strike team, to the speedboats! Prepare to land in fifteen minutes, stat!”

The boats began to load with the fighters and race towards the island shore. Forte thought briefly to himself as his private boat led the veritable fleet: This was the first time he would exercise some restraint and chase his prey via guerilla warfare. He could not risk conventional combat that would arouse attention from the central Neopian government; not after being put under watch for trying to destroy order with the War of the Ancients years back. His boat pulled onto the shore, where a rather contemptuous Green Ogrin in a basic naval uniform was standing – Forte jumped from his speedboat and grabbed the Ogrin’s collar, lifting him into the air as he began to shout.

“Roxton Colchester. I want to know where he is, now.”

“Why should I? You ought to be a bit more amicable to people...”

“Shut your decrepit orifice, if you feel like seeing the sun rise tomorrow.”

The neopet closed his mouth, listening intently, his front hooves trying to remove Forte’s hand in vain.

“I suggest you tell me which direction he went, and how long ago he left. I’ll be forced to burn your little dinghy and leave you to die on this beach if your information is incorrect, do you understand?”

Rourke simply nodded and spat out a few words, his voice hushed from the obstruction of his throat by Forte’s hand. “Southwest, yesterday about Noon” was all he said before Forte dashed him to the ground among the splintered wood of his boat, letting him regain his breath. At this point, the rest of the speedboats began to land on the island, and the battlers began to pour off. Forte yelled a simple command “Form divisions and follow me, men!”



The troops formed into small groups, and each of these groups followed Forte into the deep foliage. There was no room to stay in formation, so the groups split slightly and moved around in loose contingents. After about an hour of movement, there was a slight clearing littered with broken trees and destroyed fruit all about the area – the group slowed down and walked across the ground cautiously. The damage was great, and it seemed likely that whatever caused the desecration of the area had some power. A mild fear gripped the group, and everyone seemed to tighten their hold on their weaponry. Suddenly, a hissing sound came from all directions, and insects roughly the size of large men began to pour from between the trees. Combat started immediately, Forte shoved his Ghostkersword through several of these creatures as they approached. As he scraped the bugs’ bodies off his blade, he yelled a single word:

“Engage!”

The skirmish began.


What seemed to be hours of constant combat passed. The insects showed no signs of slowing in their furious march towards the bounty hunters, and though they posed a very small threat individually, their forces seemed to get progressively stronger as they poured through the trees. Divisions were not holding together; people had, for the most part, broken off on their own and started to hold rudimentary counting contests on who could slay the most of the beasts. The sun began to set, and the lack of light seemed to irritate the creatures -- as the moon rose into the sky, they began to flee the area in droves. Soon, only the deep panting of the fiercer warriors and the notable hum of lightsaber blades broke the almost eerie silence.

After a few moments, Forte walked forward to what appeared to be a path chopped between the deeper foliage, but it did not seem rudimentarily torn apart, as if by the claws of one of the insects. Instead, it was more purposeful and continuing – as if it were made by a thinking creature with a machete. Forte grinned slightly, and turned back to the crowd.

“If there are any dead, leave them here. The rest, reform your groups and move onward. However, I suggest you stay together; I hazard there’s a reason why these insects fled at nightfall.”

The remnants of the combat force followed Forte through the path. Again, a fear seemed to stagnate through the crowds; not even daylight could protect them now.



The ramshackle army, if it can be called that, in any case, continued through the deeper part of the woods through the night. Forte swung his Ghostkersword to clear brush, and each of his recruited hunters followed loyally behind as he walked arbitrarily through the foliage, tracing what he believed to be a giant lump of stone that he noticed while arriving on the isle. They all continued to walk until the trees began to thin out, eventually giving way to a small plain with a large rocky tower jutting out of the otherwise flat land. Forte walked up to the door and noticed a series of stone circles with glowing red images set on various spots on each ring. After a few moments of pondering, Graphitesmoothie walked up and explained the process –

“You need to line up the symbols and hit the button, Captain.”

Forte began to swirl the rings around until he was satisfied with his work, and he hit the red button in the center. Two yellow lights activated on the control panel, and Forte responded with a scornful glance.

“Never mind the rings; I think I have a key.”

Forte backed up from the door, and began ruffling through his pockets. After a few moments of faking the motion, he lifted his buster arm and shot the door once with an energy blast that shook the ground underneath the feet of his followers. When the smoke lifted, only a few remnants of the stone door remained, the chasm underneath exposed.

“Alright, continue.”

Forte walked into the tower, and after his troops finally snapped out of their shock, they followed hastily and quietly as well. They walked up the spiraling ramp in the tower until it opened into a room full of extremely massive eggs. Forte noticed a few footprints of some sort in the ground, as well as a large hole in the ceiling that seemed to be crushed by something. Forte motioned to his troops to be alert and on-arms, and eventually, a buzzing sound eclipsed the silence of the room.

More bugs, these roughly the size of small tanks, began to clamor outside the hole, scratching into the stone protection that enclosed Forte’s troops. He motioned once again for everyone to move towards the hole, and once everyone was set, they all leapt out of the hole and began to attack.

Combat had begun again.



Following hours of intense fighting, a shrill note filled the air. While it did not affect the warriors to a great extent, somehow, the bugs recoiled at the pitch, and began to fly off into the deep woods. After about a minute, all but the corpses were gone, and the forest held in deep silence again. Forte looked out and thought he saw something moving around a cliff face off to the East – as he saw this, a small smile curled at the corner of his lips.

“Got him,” he whispered to himself.




The striking of steel. The constant pitter-patter of gunfire. Energy beams and various other instruments of war lit the night sky, with the cries of dying monsters breaking the otherwise ambient silence. No one spoke, they simply fought and killed; there was no other goal or coordination necessary. Forte knew he needed Roxton’s head.

After literal hours of endless combat, the sun rose, which caused the remaining Petpetpets to flee into the deeper forest. Only a small number of the insects survived the conflict, the broken carapaces of the ones that did not littered the ground in mounds. A stench began to rise from the rotting innards of the dead creatures. Forte stood atop one of these mounds and surveyed the island – wherever they had fought, a large scar of land remained as a testament to the lives that had been lost in each. The stone tower was destitute and it was noticeably crumbling from the damage it had incurred from the combat that took place there, as small boulders chipped off the rims of the hole and rolled down the walls. He could see no movement in the foliage; the bugs were truly gone and Forte noticed the total silence. It was somewhat soothing, both physically and mentally. The insects were gone; they would not and could not in any stretch of the imagination return. It was as if the force that compelled them to attack had gone back to slumber.

“Commander! There is no movement on the island!”

“I know that, you dolt. I thought you’d appreciate not having to fight for another seven hours, soldier, I can always give you some menial task if you’d like to continue to burn your excess hyperactivity?”

“No, I mean there is zero movement. We’ve lost the target.”

“You WHAT?!” roared Forte as he leapt off the mound of insect bodies and grabbed the scout by his collar, lifting him into the air with an ungodly strength.

“How in hell’s name could you lose them?! That was your only task, Soldier, and I expected you to not to something of such profound stupidity ON MY WATCH! If you have an excuse for your sorry existence, give it to me now.”

“I-I’m sorry, Commander, they must have gotten away during combat, and I... I got caught up in the exciteme...”

“YOU DAMNED FOOL!” Forte screamed as he dashed the scout into a nearby rock. His skull split very slightly and a small trickle of blood flowed out of the crack. He was not dead, but unconscious. Not a soul stirred to help him, lest they too felt the wrath of the Commander.

“Scout the entire island, and I mean all of it!” Forte gritted slightly, his anger raging through the windows of his eyes. “Did I stutter? MOVE!”
Hours passed. There was no sight of Roxton and his team, and the boat was gone, despite having been burnt earlier. As much as he hated to admit it, there was a single logical conclusion – they had escaped the island in the night. There would be no catching them now. Forte had the remainder of the strike force return to the boat, and they began to sail away. Forte stood at the helm, looking back at the island... that island had cost him his men, his time, and his reputation upon returning to mainland Neopia. He roared once more and shot a single blast back at the island, causing an explosion and causing a blaze to ignite. He laughed as he saw the flames grow, dancing up to the sky in blends of red, orange, and yellow; consuming not just the trees but the bodies of both the insects and his own troops that lay on the isle. They raged indiscriminately; nothing was safe from the consumption of the hungry fire, as it left the pitch sky as bright as day. Forte laughed as he sailed away on his vessel, a power-fueled hedonism overloading his understanding of his failure...

Elsewhere on the seas, another man put down his gold-encrusted telescope. His red robe flowed down to the deck of the ship, with embems of the Meridellian shield decorating attachment points He saw Forte on his ship losing his sanity and the island ablaze, at the sight of which he chuckled lightly.

“Perfect,” he said quietly. “Everything is going according to plan.”

Fin

Very nicely written.

OKAY EMO SMOOTHIE FANBOY-MENSOMETHINGORWHATEVERS, KILL SOME BUGS!!!!111

*Yoduh reached the shore sleepy and tired - yesterday had been a long night... When the boat finally landed, Yoduh sensed that something was off. Then again, things always felt "off" these days."*

“Form divisions and follow me, men!”

"Yes Commander!

Hrm... Where Master Obiwanpi is, I wonder? Stick together, should Team Jedi. Catch up with him later, I will"

*Yoduh found some of his Neocola-drinking partners and decided to join their party for the time being. Just then, an ear-piercing SCREECCH echoed throughout the air. The sound was coming from all directions. Fear spread throughout the soldiers. An emo kid even peed in his pants! (not to be mistaken for the Emo smoothie fanboys). A few of the veterans chuckled.

Out of nowhere, insects began flying out onto the beach from the inland jungles. They were enormous! Yoduh was the same size as one of their LEGS!*

“Engage!”

*Commander Forte's words could barely be heard over the hissing of the insects. Yoduh calmed his mind, and let the Force fill him. He took out his lightsaber, a sword of pure energy, and began slicing through the insect forces. Who they were? Where they came from? There was no time for questions, just fighting...*

"May the Force be with us..."

*Benladesh heard the word "Engage!" through the screeching of the Monsters. He reconized it at once as Commander Forte's. Without hesitation he tookout his sword and starts slashing at the hidious monsters.

In between killing two monsters Benladesh turned around and got a quick view of the battlefield. Over two hundred brave were fighting for their lives and the monsters seem to come by the thousands. As one died, 5 more seems to appear out of nowhere. Although the monsters weak, the battlers were greatly outnumbered.

Before Benladesh could see more, he was back at slashing the monsters.*

Several hours into the battle, standing on top of a pile of over 500 crunched bugs, Mater Obiwanpi studied the monsters he ws fighting with intreserest. They seemed to be coming at him nuch slower now, for some reason. It also seemed as though his saber was doing slightly less random amounts of damage than he had thought. He starts paying a bit of attention to the amount of damage each strike does. 25 or so bugs later, he looks like he's had a small revelation. However, the revelation really doesn't tell him much, execpt for a little bit about how much his saber might do for someone weaker of stronger than himself, and dismissises it for the time being.

Then, he senses something behind him. He whips around. He sees a huge swam of bugs coming up the back side of the mound... That's why they were coming slower, they were all trying to sneak up behind him. "Eh, what the heck, lightsabers can be tested under much less perilous conditions, anayways," he mutters under his breath, and throws himself back into the swarm of bugs, saber slashing, with a renewed vigor.

Silver sits in a tree busily watching everyone else kill the bugs... and every so often throwing a rock at a bug or two. Yes, that is the extent of Silver's battle skills today.

Every so often a rock hits one of the Forte's troops... oops. No one saw that.

Shortly after his arrival on the island, Forte's newest recruit, theonlysaneone (nicknamed Captain Awesome by his companions, but from now on we'll call him TOSO) ran into the jungle looking for food. Instead of finding a Grape Stuffed Mynci Ear or some other generic kitchen quest item, he found bugs. Lots of them. They looked like mutant lab ray crosses between Grundoes and bugs.

TOSO acted swiftly. He tossed his favorite Fruit Bomb into a large cluster of them, killing about 30 of them in a massive explosion of flavor. The remaining bugs saw an opportunity to hit him back, so they threw several Snow Mudballs at him, most missing. "@#$%, that hurts" was TOSO's only reply when a Mudball hit him on the shoulder. Expecting another attack, TOSO hid behind a bush, Goo Blaster at the ready. Surprisingly, nothing happened.

"Why aren't you guys attacking?" TOSO said, still afraid of the bugs' wrath.

"We don't have any weapons left. I've got it, let's just stand here and cautious attack!"

"Well, that makes this easy."

After effortlessly killing hundreds of bugs, and racking up thousands of points for Team SHAFT, TOSO waited patiently for TNT's--I mean Forte's next orders.

theonlysaneone Wrote:Shortly after his arrival on the island, Forte's newest recruit, theonlysaneone (nicknamed Captain Awesome by his companions, but from now on we'll call him TOSO) ran into the jungle looking for food. Instead of finding a Grape Stuffed Mynci Ear or some other generic kitchen quest item, he found bugs. Lots of them. They looked like mutant lab ray crosses between Grundoes and bugs.

TOSO acted swiftly. He tossed his favorite Fruit Bomb into a large cluster of them, killing about 30 of them in a massive explosion of flavor. The remaining bugs saw an opportunity to hit him back, so they threw several Snow Mudballs at him, most missing. "@#$%, that hurts" was TOSO's only reply when a Mudball hit him on the shoulder. Expecting another attack, TOSO hid behind a bush, Goo Blaster at the ready. Surprisingly, nothing happened.

"Why aren't you guys attacking?" TOSO said, still afraid of the bugs' wrath.

"We don't have any weapons left. I've got it, let's just stand here and cautious attack!"

"Well, that makes this easy."

After effortlessly killing hundreds of bugs, and racking up thousands of points for Team SHAFT, TOSO waited patiently for TNT's--I mean Forte's next orders.

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whops its hard to not copy

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When Fire heard the command to Engage. He started plastering everything in sight with his honey potion. When everything he saw was stuck and sticky he proceeded to start whacking everything with an ice club till it was dead.

Lomax00, after being thrown by an ambush of bugs, has finally risen to the occasion.  He sits behind his leaf shield, letting the bugs attack at will and not leaving a scratch, and casts spells from his Ramtors Spellbook.

Suddenly, he notices no more attacks upon his shield and he rises.  The fifty bugs that had tried to eat him have given way to his spells.  He surveys the battle at hand.  His fellow warriors are shreading the opposition.

He takes a step, hoping to give aid to those nearby, when he is once again ambushed by an insect mob.

Marrilpet charged forward at the cry of "Engage!" attacking every bug that crossed his past. Initially, he was able to strike the bugs down with a single strike from his Ramtors Spellbook and Scuzzys Comb. However, as the bugs continued to bear down on him, he was forced to dig further into his arsenal. He Burrowed into the ground, casting other spells he remembered from his training, such as Drain Life, while using a Greater Healing Scroll to recuperate as needed. He also propped his Leaf Shield in front of his trench in yet another attempt to keep the creatures' attacks at bay. Finally, he resorted to reflecting its own attacks back at it, using his Shovel Plus and Super U-Bend almost to the oint of breaking. He had a Black Frost Cannon waiting in the wings, but he hoped he wouldn't need use of it, as it was notoriously unreliable.