The Ultimate Organization II

OOC: Need Nulix to meet up with anyone? I can arrange that...Is he on the light side of the worlds or the dark?

 

OOC: Nulix is gonna meet up with people eventually, he just needs to do some craziness first. I'm writing another long post while nobodies here.

 

OOC: Ah. Where is he now anyway?

 

OOC: Nulix is still in that factory in that city in that world...

 

OOC: Informative. I have nothing to do now, so...

 

OOC:There is always something to do. You just need imaagiiinaaaaaaaaaation.
*Shoots rainbows from hands*

 

OOC: ...Uh...Sure, Jaxed. J/K. Anyway, I suppose Darxess isn't doing much at the moment. I have some random plots, that might not contribute to the overall story, that Darxess can be in...

 

Nulix sighed. The moment he walked out the Factory, back onto the city streets into the rain, he would be getting a bullet in his head. “I see sixteen exits, with windows,” Nulix muttered to himself, he escaped a city before… four years ago, with Vecked. The difference from then and now, was that then he actually knew the city.

Nulix sighed; maybe he could sneak out somehow. Nulix turned to Ulian’s body. Nulix opened up Ulian’s bloodstained trench coat; there were many different cards. Credit cards, driver’s licenses, membership cards, even a U.P.A. card.

Nulix paused, a U.P.A. card? Nulix pulled the card out and examined it. U.P.A. Field Agent 600619, Uulian Resparo. “He’s in the U.P.A.?” Nulix thought to himself, before looking through Ulian’s coat some more. There were envelopes, all of them to different addresses.

“Destiny City, Destiny Islands, Sora System…” Nulix muttered, picking one of the envelopes up. Nulix opened it up and and began to read the paper inside. They were U.P.A. application forms; all of them had the ‘approved’ symbol at the bottom.

Nulix sighed, before pulling out his cell phone. The Brotherhood wouldn’t wait to go inside the factory… Nulix estimated that he had a good five minutes or so before one of the Brotherhood members decided to check what was going on.

***

“Dear Mister Bernstein, I’m happy to say that the marketing is going well,” Lexx said, sitting in his apartment on the Water world of Antlas. Lexx walked out of his bedroom into his living room, what a view he had, he was on the twenty-sixth floor in the famed twin Antlas towers, from here he had the perfect view of the ocean, the city, and Carlton street.

“Don’t worry, it’s become hip, I mean I’ve turned the war… cool, if you will,” Lexx talked into his cellphone. “No no, the public doesn’t feel like it’s being bombarded with propaganda, if I hit them with swag like… Oh, Sora System is the greatest, we win wars, we bring peace, crap like that, then it would feel like I’m shoving stuff down the public throat…”

“No, what I do is, I create a very small, relatable group of… war hero’s, spinning this into a positive light. The name U.P.A. is already beginning to be forgotten, the Ultimate Organization however is now a common house hold name,” Lexx said.

Lexx stopped for a second to hear the person on the other end, “Yeah, you think this is just a pretty face Bob? Come on man, I’m head of Head of Public Resources for a reason.”

“Wait… Bobby boy, gotta let you go man, incoming call,” Lexx said, as his home phone rang, “Yeah… yeah, see you at the convention… yeah-, what?... yeah, no problem, yeah… alright, bye,” Lexx said before ending his call.

“Now who could that be?” Lexx muttered to himself, walking over to his home phone. “Hello? U.P.A. Lexx speaking, if it’s about the UO make it quick,” Lexx said, “And in future, take questions like that to the Internet.”

***

“And in future, take questions like that to the Internet,” Nulix heard from the speaker in his phone, “Lexx, is that you?” Nulix asked, “I’m trapped man, I’ve got info about peoples in your units, people who want to double-cross you… I need some help first.”

***

Lexx raised an eyebrow, “Uh… who is this?”

***

“It’s Nulix of the UO you idiot!” Nulix barked.

***

“Nulix?” Lexx started, “How’d you get this number? What are you doing?”

***

“Not now!” Nulix yelled, “There are agents in your unit who work with the Brotherhood. If you do manage to gain control of the Virus, they will kill you all and take the Virus with them.”

***

“How do you know about the Virus trade?” Lexx asked in a more serious tone.

***

“We know more then you give us credit for,” Nulix replied, “Listen, send a squad into the Dark worlds right away so they can save me, I’ll give you my location while they move, I’m in a tight spot, I need you to-”

Nulix paused; he heard laughter on the other end. “Nulix… Nulix, Nulix, Nulix….” Lexx said on the other line, “Do you honestly think I’m going to send a squad all the way to the Dark worlds for your sorry behind? You obviously don’t understand the position I’m in-“

“No!” Nulix yelled, “No Lexx you don’t understand the position I’m in, get a squad here right away! Lexx? Do you hear me?! Get a squad here now!? Lexx?! Lexx!”

***

“Sorry old pal,” Lexx chuckled, “The less people who know about the Virus trade, the better. You were the least memorable in sales anyway…”

“What are you talking about?!” Nulix said on the other end.

“I’ve gotta go man,” Lexx replied, “Nice knowing you, and remember, you’ve got a good life.”

***

A beeping sound could be heard on the other end, “No… Lexx,” Nulix muttered, slowly falling to the ground. “Well…” Nulix said with a sigh, “The easy, most likely to survive route won’t work…. So I’ll have to make an alternative.”

Nulix stood up and looked around. This really was the best scenario to be in… in the situation. If you ever end up surrounded in a factory, make it a weapons factory.

“Guns, guns…” Nulix muttered, walking threw the factory and picking up any weapon he could find, “Guns… And then there’s the gunblade…” He said with a smile, picking a large gunblade up.

Nulix walked threw the factory until he reached a large, tank styled gummi ship, complete with air proof canons. Nulix climbed into the gummi carefully. “My last charge, and then hopefully I can fly off this world…” he muttered, before starting the engines.

***

A large, blonde man sat under an umbrella in a rooftop gun turret aimed straight at the weapons factory entrance. “When are we gonna send the new kid in to kill this guy? I hate trying to aim in the rain…” The man said into his walkie-talkie.

“You’re sending me in? Nice to know you care,” A voice replied. The man gave a gruff chuckle, before leaning the walkie-talkie to his mouth again. “Hey man, new bloods always the most expanda-” the man started.

He did not get to finish his sentence, however, because just as he was talking, a gummi ship shattered threw the factory’s glass ceiling and into the sky. “Shoot it!” The man yelled, shooting at the gummi ship as it flew.

***

Nulix pulled on the gummi ships steering wheel as far to the left as he could. The rain made it almost impossible to see anything out of the windows except for grey. Nulix heard bullets hit the back of the ship, no harm done though.

Nulix sailed threw the sky for about half a minute before he was hit with more gunfire. The bullets hit the front of the ship this time, shattering the glass windows. The rain hit Nulix’s face hard, it was now impossible to see a thing. Nulix tried to steer blindly threw the sky, hearing bullets hit his ships metal left and right.

Nulix opened his eyes for a second and tried to steer, an object was starting to become visible. Nulix squinted, trying to get a better view. A large, brickstone red object was flying towards him.

And by the time Nulix realized what it was, it was too late.

***

“Did you just see that!?” Another Brotherhood member on a rooftop gun turret commented into his walkie-talkie, the gummi ship had hit a clock tower head on, causing a huge explosion. The red and yellow flames looked even brighter in the rainy blue sky.

Vecked pulled his goggles off and observed the burning ship. “I think I blew that thing up!” he said happily into his walkie-talkie. “See if the pilot survived,” a female voice responded.

Vecked slowly climbed down the turret tower, careful not to slip in the harsh rain. Vecked eventually reached the rooftop and began to sprint towards the gummi ships debris.

Vecked jumped from house to house until he reached the burning ship. “There’s no one in it,” Vecked commented, looking into the ship. “The pilot was just a kid, he fell onto the street. Bondi’s says he’s alive, go help him,” the voice said through the walkie-talkie.

Vecked jumped down from the rooftop and onto the wet street. “Hey Ked,” the blonde man said, walking over to Vecked, “Take a load of this.”

“Whoa…” Vecked started, as the blonde man pulled out Nulix’s body. “He’s a UO member…” Vecked commented, “I didn’t know they were in the Dark worlds…”

“The UO?” The blonde man asked.

“Ultimate Organization, a group of nobodies, they are really strong,” Vecked said, “Keep him alive maybe, Scourge will probably want him alive…”

The blonde man shrugged, “Whatever, lets just get out of this rain,”

Vecked nodded, “Yeah.”


OOC: Sorry for these long posts, just trying to move this thing along...

 

OOC: O_o

Biiiiiiiiig post........

 

OOC: Also another great post. Nulix is on a roll lately...And Jaxed logs off really quickly...

 

OOC: I'm so great...

(Note: This post is just here so Pirate can post something cool)

 

OOC: ....Maybe I should've thought of something to post first... Just kiddin'.


BIC: In an office far away from most of the busy happenings of the streets, a member of the Brotherhood was busy searching through files. The file cabinet had been torn apart and papers were spread throughout the room, as Ravakov voraciously searched for what he needed.

Ravakov was the definition of relentless. If he needed something, he would stop at nothing to get it....Short of crossing Scourge, of course. Finally! a breakthrough! Ravakov pulled up a large manila folder from the remains of the file cabinet. The Virus. Perfect.

Scourge was in need of information such as this. But....It couldn't help to take a peak. Ravakov always was in pursuit of knowledge. He wondered why a precious U.P.A document such as this, was this classified. Most of the higher-ups couldn't even get within three feet of this file. So, Ravakov decided that it wouldn't hurt to take a peak. The file started with a relatively boring introduction to the Virus. Ravakov skipped that part. It was common knowledge. At least to him, anyway.

Then the info started to get a little more recent, such as how the U.P.A foolishly released the Virus on the Worlds once more. Then he read about the Virus' encounters with the Ultimate Organization. This led to several sub categories, such as Hojan, Vecked, and Tul Raijin. He knew in detail about Tul Raijin's ambitious, but futile, attempt at claiming the Virus' power. Perhaps if he passed the test, he would able to elaborate on what drove him to do such a moronic thing.

Then he got to what he wanted to see. The file on the four 'gods'. Three of them were currently dead, so he supposed that they were just given that as a title. Fuujin. Destroyed by Ultimate Organization fighter, Xegreny. C.A. Destroyed by Ultimate Organization ally, Mellodia. Wukong. Destroyed by his own brothers after betraying them for the Ultimate Organization. Why he did so is a mystery. Did he grow dissatisfied with the Virus, or was it some personal reason?

At any rate, the information on the fourth 'god' was limited. But it was enough. Ravakov stacked the files in his briefcase before departing through the elevator. As he did, he passed by several U.P.A guards, eliminating them swiftly.

"I am sorry, friends. It vas nothing personal," He commented as he reached a sleek black Gummi Ship. As he sat in the cockpit, he pulled up a screen on the computer. "This is Brotherhood member, Ravakov. Proceeding to transfer data. I vould like this exchange to be quick, eh? I have business elsewhere..."


***

Memories flooded through his dreams, as he slept. Novice shot back up from his sleep. He was growing tired of waiting. The tournament's final moments would be here soon and he didn't want to miss it.

***

"This enough?" Loki asked the U.P.A official.

"Er, yes," the official paused. "We appreciate this contribution you've made to the U.P.A. We've needed more funding than ever, since Richards' death. Now, what would you like in return."

"I need you to take on a simple hit," Loki smiled. "On the warrior named, Balder."

"Balder? Aren't you two related?" the official asked.

"Not directly," Loki shrugged. "So are you going to do it or not?

"Sure. I was just curious," the official sniffed. "But before we proceed....May I ask why?"


"The tournament will be over soon," Loki paused. "I'd just like it to go out with a bang. Catch my drift?"

The official nodded and muttered something into a walkie-talkie. A U.P.A hit man, aimed his U.P.A standard rifle at his prey.

***

The Norse gods were doing their standard feasting and fighting, at the gates of Asgard. Odin was busy handling tournament affairs, so Thor took the throne for the time being. Heimdall stood at the gates, always looking out for any possible enemy attacks. Nothing would get by him. It was said that he could even hear grass growing, so it didn't take long for him to hear something whizzing by from afar.

Heimdall turned his head. It sounded like....A bullet? Heimdall rushed through the gates, pushing back past all of the other warriors.

"Incoming! Everyone has to-..." Heimdall paused as he was too late. His brother, Balder, lay on the ground, dead...

 

OOC:Yes, I do..........sorry about that. I get easily sidetracked........

Ooooooooooh snap..........
Balder died.

Things are about to get just a hair more rough, aren't they?

 

"Come now!" Adumbral roared at his opponents. "All you do is weave and dodge. Fight back!"

With blinding speed, Adumral bashed Xeg on the head with his sword hilt, knocking him out. As the nobody crumpled, he muttered "I can finish him later. Might as well chase off his friends first."

 

Nulix slowly woke up. He heard people talking nearby, probably the Brotherhood members. Nulix looked around, it was a grass field, in the middle of the night. At the end of the field was a fire, three people sat around it.

Nulix tried to move but fell down instantly. His hands and feet were tied together. "How do I get out of here..." Nulix muttered to himself, wait... the cellphone.

Nulix slowly moved both his hands into his front pocket. He lifted his phone out carefully, not wanting to drop it. Nulix flipped it open and pressed the buttons with his chin. He went to his phone book and went under X, Xane was the first name that showed up.

Pressing the dial button, Nulix waited to see if Xane would pick up...

 

"You want a fight?" Xane asked. "I'll be happy to give you one!" Xane then proceeded to leap in the air and kick Adumbral in the chest.

 

"There you go!" Adumbral sneered, taking the momentum and twirling around into a vicious sword slice.

 

While still on the phone, xane ducked the slice and gave Adumbral an uppercut to the chin.

 

One flash of light later, Adumbral was wearing a helmet. Xane's punch broke it.. but it didn't hurt him either. Not like he wanted to keep the stupid thing anyway.

"Ooh!" Adumbral exclaimed, as he brought the Sword hammering down in a slicing arc, "You guys get phones too? Maybe I should join a group. Get myself a nice phone and other toys."

 

*An old man's voice is heard from around the corner*
Darxess:"I'm afraid your request to join this Organization is denied."
*Darxess summons his Skythe*
Darxess:"Well then, should we continue where we left off?"