Skinnar sighed while rubbing his head. The Virus was deadly, he would need the worlds finest to capture it. The members of the Brotherhood were a start, the Knights would help, other rogues would give them a better chance. With all that he still needed one more group. The Ultimate Organization.
"Two UO members are under our protection, Nulix and Bellatrix," Skinnar muttered, "The people need a villain... and we can't blame the UO, not again... we'll work it out, alright? Right now, I just need a smoke and my lady... we'll be in touch, Scourge." And with that, Skinnar walked into the ship, the other agents following. OOC: Have to go, see ya'll.
OOC: Thanks Pirate, I didn't remember. BIC: "Public defeat then, and a few of your men," Skinnar replied, "I think thats an understandable price. The people want to see the villains lose, the U.P.A. has to have you say you lost... because your the villain. You understand."
"I'm not doing this for free," Skinnar replied, "The U.P.A. doesn't just solve a threat, they make the threat work. I want something solid, soon, for my involvement. I would like the Brotherhood to come out, admit they lost the war to the U.P.A., and I also want the worlds of Breelund, Dark Land of the Dragons, and Dark Olympia, all three are Brotherhood controlled worlds."
Skinnar paused, "I'm not taking responsibility for this evil, Scourge."
Skinnar shook his head, "Our technology alone... can't stop this... but I think they're could be something that can. E.T. 160, from the planet Fomalhaut b. Also known as the Virus. None of us can stop it, so lets hope... this power, this evil can't stop it either." Skinnar turned around and pulled something out of his vest, the peace treaty. "If you sign I'll see if the U.P.A. can... find a way outside the Virus, but its possibly we have no other choice."
Skinnar scratched his head, "I think we can get rid of this..."
"This should be good," Skinnar muttered. He was ready to attack any second, Scourge was an enemy on the people and the U.P.A. Still, finding out what the Brotherhood's reasoning was couldn't hurt.
Skinnar held his head, "Yeah, and you could of asked me when we did the half time break..." Skinnar stood up, dizzy. "That... that guy with the weird name can... he can pack quite a punch..."
OOC: Fights are always out of hand. As for me and Dk, we both always have crazy plots going on, and when they collide and we ruin it for one another. We both get annoyed. I'm just a bit more... vocal with my annoyance. I think if we just tell each other before hand so our plots can work together instead of against things would be much better. And now that Dk said it I guess I also have to say it. I'm sorry for godmodding. :( ...But yeah, I should probably... straighten the plot out.... heheh... BIC: Skinnar was knocked unconscious.
OOC: I realize the power the Brotherhood has, and I respect that. I mean, I try not to screw with the Brotherhood often to respect what Dk has made them. Its just that, the U.P.A. is also a threat. They aren't the kind of people who's plans can always be dismantled easily. Its annoying when every single time something happens between me and Dk's characters, the U.P.A., or Skinnar, or Lexx, or whoever, its annoying when they are insignificant. And in attempt to make them significant on Dk's battle field I make their attacks, more absurd, as does Dk, and then it escalates... Plus I came on angry with a sugar high, that didn't help things either...
OOC: Dk, I cut Wirdikov's arms and legs off and then he's able to do that. In a fight with your characters, theres no real logic or consequence. So, the ship healed itself. Or another one was in the area. BIC: Skinnar flipped backwards, shooting Wirdikov in the back. Skinnar felt the wounds in his legs and arms, they would heal, they always did. Skinnar looked at the ship firing at Wirdikov, and then he looked at the U.P.A. teleporter key in his hand. He could get out anytime, but he just didn't feel like it today. "The difference between you and me, Mr. Wirdikov, is not how tough you are, which is what you seem to try and prove, but how our quality of life is," Skinnar yelled, walking towards Wirdikov, "And I'd say my life quality's a bit better then yours. I made it better." Skinnar aimed at Wirdikov, "Still, today hasn't been going so well. Your one of the reason it hasn't been going so well," Skinnar shot Wirdikov repeatedly...
Skinnar grabbed Wirdikov's arm, and pushed it out, with the sword. Skinnar pulled out a gun and shot Wirdikov's wrist, his hand flying off in the distance. "Boy... boy, do you know who the hell I am?!" Skinnar yelled, suddenly propelling himself forward, hitting Wirdikov in the stomach with his knee. Skinnar pulled his pistol out and shot Wirdikov in the chest, the non-heart side. Wirdikov fell to the ground, ready to make a move despite his injury's. "I survived in space without a goddamn helmet for three days!" Skinnar yelled, shooting Wirdikov in the knee, the bottom of his leg flying off. "I hid inside a ships canyon while it was firing!" Skinnar yelled, shooting his other knee. "And you honest to god think this bullsh*t attack on me, Rentu goddamn Skinnar, is gonna work!?" Skinnar put his gun to Wirdikov's throat. "Well it ain't." And with that, he pulled the trigger. Skinnar sighed, "I'm gettin' out of this hell hole... my wife's due in two weeks, I can't take it..."
Skinnar smiled, before pulling a grenade launcher out and pointing it directly at Wirdikov's chest. The man was blasted back far beyond the group, hitting the ground once, and then started to bounce in the distance until he landed on the ground, stopping completely. "Can you see him, S.C?" Skinnar asked an agent of his, before doing the same to the rest of the Brotherhood's soldiers. Skinnar chuckled as they flew. "What now?" Supreme Captain Cotaxus asked. Skinnar shrugged, "You boys wanna go home, or have a barbecue first?"
The bullets flew off Skinnar's chest, his bullet proof armor protecting him. "Cut the tape?" One of the technical men asked. "Keep em' rolling," Skinnar muttered, raising his hand in front of his face, a bullet hitting it. Supreme Captain Cotaxus ran up to Skinnar, dodging and deflecting bullets as he did. "Sir, A and B was more than half the Dark World's signals!" Skinnar nodded, "Yeah, I understood that part." "Still," Cotaxus muttered, deflecting a bullet, "At least we got all of the Light Worlds." "We already had the light worlds..." Skinnar muttered, pushing past Cotaxus towards the door. Two of the enemy's tried to shoot at Skinnar as he emerged into the main hall. Skinnar shot them both before they even had their guns out. Skinnar burst the front door open, stretching as he did. Raijin was still waiting there. "Raijin, remember this. You could own this ***** brotherhood if you tried hard enough," Skinnar whispered, before making his way off to the ship...
"Yes, we noticed you we're jamming signals 1A, 2A, 3A, 1B, 2B, and 3B. The uh... the other 84 channels work perfectly, thanks for telling us where that technical difficulty was coming from though..." Skinnar replied, still smiling. He had won this duel, he had won before it had even started. The public saw an image of Scourge, and whether Scourge wanted to admit it or not, the people are all the worlds were made of.
"Mr. Scourge, I appreciate you trusting me more than the people of the Light and Dark worlds, but we, the U.P.A., don't like secrets, we don't keep secrets, not from the people." Skinnar replied to Scourge, still sitting in the chair.
"Of course. I wouldn't exist without you," Skinnar smiled, "And you wanted to go to war even though you did in the past have a good record with several Dark World Government systems. To me, this is a very convenient segway into the war, Vecked's attacks and all. Now, you say our destruction would of happened had you not escalated a conflict, let me show you that the Virus, the infamous creature that stared World War Twelve, escalated conflicts to an all time high, and then the resolution came when Tui Raijin's empire collapsed. Now, in this war, you practically did nothing. Your defense was poor, I mean, the total body count in the Dark Worlds is eleven-thousand in the Light worlds in four-hundred and eighty-nine. The resolution came when myself and many others from the current administration came and saved the Light Worlds from a misguided protection plan which had turned harmful, once again caused by Vecked. How can you claim to have helped anyone? We lost a lot of lives, more people in your areas died then from ours. How can you claim to of helped anyone?" "Hold on a second," Skinnar said, stopping Scourge from responding. Skinnar sipped a glass of water before smiling once more, "I think I may of put a few too many words in your mouth. You just said you helped us, I said you claimed to of helped us and the people. Do you think you helped the people? Do you care about the people?"
"Of course, because we all know your onto something... big," Skinnar smiled, "And, just to correct you if I may. Vecked Princeton, a member of your Brotherhood, attacked both Dark Midgar and Destiny Islands while under your employment. Perhaps he wasn't under your orders but he was under your employment." Skinnar smiled, "Now, as for our politics, our politics are the politics of the world. If you've discovered a world beyond this one, please tell us. But the world of man, is a world that follows our rules. Or perhaps, a world who's rules we follow. Now, let me ask you a question Sir, did you want to go to war?"
"I see you lack social and political experience," Skinnar replied, "Or else you would know that the formalities are business, probably the most important bit of business this interview will show..." Skinnar shrugged, "Anyway, in the late summer of this year you sent a bomb on the Destiny Islands capitol, causing it to explode and kill several important people not just from the Sora System but from the U.P.A. Why?"