The Ultimate Organization III

Scourge just stared at Skinnar. Finally, he stood.

"Come with me," he said shortly. "Leave your cameras behind."

He walked out of the room.

 

"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.

 

OOC: You guys got me so caught up in this, that I forgot I was working on the RPG.

BIC: Pharell sat there, wondering what Scourge would show Skinnar.

 

OOC: Lol

BIC: "That's terrible news," Scourge said. "Because the only thing the people have been seeing is a bunch of static. I've been jamming your signals. My apologies. Now, may we proceed?"

 

"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.

 

"Nothing but static," Xane said, flipping through the U.P.A channels.

"Try wiggling the antenna," Venture joked, as he walked on board the ship with Mellodia.


"Funny," Xane frowned. "Where were you two anyway?"



"Discussing things," Venture answered.

 

Scourge laughed. "Of course, Skinnar. Then I hope the other 84 channels catch what's coming next."

He sighed. "It's been fun gentleman, but I'm going to have to say this is over."

He walked away, his footsteps receding into the distance.

But coming forward were other footsteps...In a few moments, armored men wearing masks entered the room from all the entrances, each pulling out guns and swords, and a few flamethrowers.

"Because," Scourge's voice came floating back, "I hate people who mock me."

The guns fired.

 

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...

 

Finally getting a good signal, Xane saw the Skinnar, Coaxtus, and Pharell deflecting bullets from Brotherhood soldiers as a shadowy figure looked on.

"That's Scourge?" Xane asked.

***
Tul Raijin looked as if he barely acknowledged Skinnar's words, only glancing at him as he walked away, before turning back to close the door.

 

Which promptly exploded sending Skinnar and his men on their backs.

Swords came down around all of their throats.

"Don't tell me, I'll just wait," Wirdikov said, idly standing in the middle of the wreckage, blowing out a place where his sleeve had caught fire. "I'm sure you have a backup plan."

 

Raijin sat back, blocking himself from the debris. He watched Wirdikov confront the U.P.A agents, with slight interest.

 

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?"

 

"Me?" Pharell asked. "I'd rather go home first. My wife's probably had a heart attack after she saw that."

***

"Does anyone know if this thing will have any repeat airings?" Xane asked. "I want to know how all of that started."

 

Wirdikov stood up. "Well, that was fun."

As fast as light, right after Skinnar finished his sentence, Wirdikov was right next to him, holding Skinnar's hand which was holding the grenade launcher. His blade dripped as Skinnar's wrist spurted and Wirdikov planted his sword into Skinnar's middle, the point just entering his stomach, easily sliding through the bulletproof armor.

"I hope this doesn't put a damper on our relationship," Wirdikov smiled, before gesturing.

Everyone but Pharell was suddenly without a head as the blades crossed at their necks sliced.

"We can be nice or we can be nasty," Wirdikov said. "Either way, I do hope the Ultimate Organization is watching this."

EDIT OOC: Erm, I mean Skinnar too. Skinnar and Pharell are still alive at least.

 

OOC: What did Coaxtus do to deserve a beheading? XP.

BIC: Xane continued to watch the broadcast.

 

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..."

 

Pharell took to the controls once more as the pilot was beheaded. He knew he had to act quickly.

"You know this is going to get worse before it gets better, right?" Pharell asked, activating the ship's shield.

OOC: Hey, Jaxed's online!

 

"One, two, three, four....ah never mind," Wirdikov said, spitting blood and shoving his sword into Skinnar. "Who do you think I am? You think you're tough?"

Wirdikov kicked Skinnar off, throwing him 100 feet backwards, the kick only stopped by the momentum of Wirdikov's second thrust, taking Skinnar through the back.

"I've been eaten alive," Wirdikov snarled, ripping his blade out and hitting Skinnar sixteen hundred times at once, using his powers over light to bash Skinnar into the ground. Picking him up, Wirdikov held him up.

"I've survived six months without food or water, in the middle of a godforsaken desert," Wirdikov snarled, sweeping his blade across Skinnar, cutting a deep gash from his shoulder to hip.

"And I've been eviscerated twice," Wirdikov finished, shoving his sword inbetween Skinnar's ribs.

"I'm not allowed to kill you," Wirdikov smiled. "But Scourge didn't say how many pieces you had to come in."

Ripping out his blade, he scythed his arm quickly, cutting Skinnar's legs and arms off, then stabbing what was left of the body and began carrying it back into the Brotherhood hideout.

"And don't worry Skinnar," Wirdikov said. "I'm still being nice."

OOC: Before you blow up at me, just let it go through...It's a needed thing for what I'm going to do next...

 

Pharell's parachute shot up out of his gear. jhe would land on top of some old crumbled ruins.

***

"Where is Darxess anyway?" Xane asked. "'Cause I have a feeling, we'll be needed sooner than originally intended."

 

OOC: Um, I just noticed but...where did you get the ship from? Wirdikov blew it up...