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Please let me out!
*MCD had lost all track of time. In the days following the fight between him and Questra, MCD had been spending most of his time in his lab trying to cope with the loss of his one true love the only way he knew how. He never thought it would end so abruptly as it did. He sits in a chair looking at samples of his newest version of Alpha Black. More refined than the pervious version, Alpha Black 2.0 was a highly adaptive strain. Where as the previous version had simply forced a Vongs implants to flee its body, this form of the virus also targeted the very technology the Vong had grown to use. After days of infection inside the host body of Yuuzhan Vong, the virus would mutate thanks to its genetic design All the simultaions indicated that the very air the Shamed Ones would breath would prove to be the down fall for the living technology that surrounded them. They would inturn transmit the virus onto the living cells of the ship, at first causing random problems; images from viewspiders being distorted, Yammosks becoming confused, even send sharp feedback through the Tall-Yors (cognition hood). All this would seem unusal and hopefully by the time they found out it would all be too late. As his eyes are attached to the maglenses, Ghost hovers in and stops right behind MCD. feeling himself being watch MCD calls out to his loyal droid. he doesn't however break away from his work* What is it Ghost? "Sorry to bother you sir, but I was wondering, the noobs are getting hungry. With Stubbs no longer around, we have a full dungeon of noobs to contend with." *MCD looks up from the maglenses but doesn't look at Ghost. He instead gets up, opens a closet and grabs a large warhammer. He whistles as exits the room. Ghost is unsure what to do and just waits in the room. Soon Ghost can hear frantic screams coming from down the hall. His audio-receptors begin to adjust so he can hear more clearly* "NO! PLEASE! DON'T..." *splat* "NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!" *splat* "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" *splat* *After about 10 minutes and numerous screams, MCD enters the lab beathing heavy and covered in blood and brain matter* Problem solved. *MCD sits back at the table and peers back into the maglenses as Ghost hovers closer to the door. Ghost realizes what his master just did and has a slight sound of worry in his voice* "Good work sir. Should I call the maintenance droids?" *MCD looks up and back at Ghost* Yes, and have them transport the bodies to McNoobs. We just got a fresh load of free meat. "Quite right sir." *Ghost quickly exits the lab and allows his master to get back to work. As MCD toils with his tests he tries to keep his mind off Questra, but he can't stop thinking about her. Why she wouldn't see what he meant to her? Why she didn't see the important work he was doing to keep them both safe. MCD begins to break down. It is then that someone came to comfort him* "Well well well, I always said you were a fool to love her so deeply." *MCD, aswering out load, wasn't at all thrilled with this new visitor* Bag it Ire. I don't need to have you yipping like a massiff pup in my ear. "My, you are touchy. Some one still sore that I told them so? *MCD shakes his head* Thats not it and you know that Ire. She was more to me than you'll ever know... "That is just it my insane friend, I do know. I know all too well. Remember, I am always here. I may stay quiet, but I know how you felt for her and now you know why I tried to shield you. She lead you down the wrong path. She delyed you in your goal... our goal. She would never understand you, that is why I was always there to point you in the right path." *MCD nods as Ire's voice makes more sense to him now more than ever* You've always been there to keep me going. I guess you are the only friend I've got. "That is true my friend, and I will continue to be there for you. We are more than friends, we're partners in this and the galaxy must learn to fear us properly." *MCD giggles evilly* I like the sound of that! _________________________________________________________________________________________ -MCD and Questra are no more- Oh well, all good things come to an end. I guess now I can focus on my evil plotting again. My only regret, she took my Rancor. Well at least I get to keep the house. *takes off wedding ring and puts it in the drawer of his nightstand* __________________________________________________________________________________________ __________________________________________________________________________________________  |
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