Post by Steve Sinclair on Feb 9, 2019 0:50:52 GMT
Nolan slams the door to the conference room with force. If it had glass in the door it surely would have broken. Jack and Ted who were debating something both jump from their chairs and look at Nolan as he walks to the head of the table and doesn’t look to be very happy.
“How did this happen?” Nolan demands. Jack and Ted look at Nolan blanked face. Nolan asks again.
“How did this happen? How did this happen with Flashback 2 and 2600? How did you two not know this was going on? Tempest of all people informed me what was going on and thankfully took care of the situation. Here we are, in middle of trying to securing the Engeron Device and two of our highly trained and disciplined soldiers were fucking before one of the biggest missions we have had in 2019! And you two somehow allowed this happen! We lost because of you two looking the other way!”
Jack and Ted are looking at the table and not at Nolan reminding you of two kids who were caught with their hands in the cookie jar and got them slapped.
“From this point on, 2600 and 7800 will be on their own. Flashback 2 is going to be reassigned! You two better hope that the Yamauchi don’t get a foothold and find the other pieces of the Energon Device or it’ll be you two who will fall on the sword!” Nolan barks and stares down both Jack and Ted. After a couple of seconds he leaves the room after making his point crystal clear. Ted and Jack look at one another and say nothing……
Scene moves to reveal 7800 sitting next to a burning barrel holding his hands over the flames to warm them.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says with a air of confidence in his voice. “Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“What my highly intelligent friend is saying ” 2600 says as he staggers towards the burning barrel. His battle suit is unzipped. In his hand, his ungloved hand is a baseball bat which 2600 has resting on his shoulder. Perhaps he is showing some scars from the last battle. “This war is far from over Dark Yamauchi.”
“Dilly dilly”
“That’s right 7800. We never quit.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“We’ll never stop fighting.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“The last two battles, are just minor setbacks.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“I would agree with that 7800. Dark Yamauchi, they are afraid. Why else would they go and recruit help from Tokyo.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“You know it’s only a matter of time before we get what we came for. You know it’s only a matter of time before we capture what is ours, what has been ours all along. The Energon Device. Knowing this, you had to send the pawns forth to try and slow us down.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Correct. We will easily dispatch these Toku Yamauchi. Last time I checked boys, this is the greatest nation on the face of the planet, period! End of Subject! This is AMERICA! And we don’t need no stinking queens. We don’t need no stinking Kings. It’s We the People first and foremost!”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“What he said! If America does have a black eye, it’s the low life scum drug dealers. I’ve got Nancy Reagan on speed dial and do you know what she told me? She told me to teach that druggie a lesson and boy, I will hand out justice with a stiff right hand…” 2600 says as he lifts the bat off of his shoulder. He twirls it and looks at it.
“Straight from Louisville, right upside your head. If we made a list of things that piss us off, first on that list would be the Yamauchi! Second on that list!”
“Dilly dilly!”
2600 nods his head. “Yeah. Druggies. Pushing your weed. Pushing your mushrooms. Pushing your meth. To make a couple of bucks off of the weak minded. You should be ashamed of yourself but you’re no better than the losers who smoke you poison. Losers who steal from hard working Americans, steal their money to buy your drugs that you pedal. Smoke their crack in a WalMart parking lot as kids walk with their parents who just want to save some money so they can live better, and there you are, like a big smelly pile of dog dodo ruining the American dream.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Just consider us the popo. Consider us your Brexit and both are going to evicted!”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“And when we’re done with both of you, you two will need to stop at the Dollar General and stock up on no brand soup that Aldi’s won’t even sell, cuz that is going to be the only meals you two will be able to afford. And eat.”
7800 nods. “Dilly dilly.”
“This is a war you two just don’t have the funds for. A war you two just don’t have an army to win, the know how to navigate to victory. You are in way over your heads and when it comes tag team wrestling. Why there is no team better than Team ATARI. No history book can capture our greatness.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“That’s right 7800. At the battle of Fame, Dark War 3. Team ATARI. We will capture the Energon Device and with it, plant our flag as the best of the best in the republic.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“For sure 7800. For sure.”
Fade out.
“I can’t believe you settled to be the driver of the MCC. Like, who does that? Not me.”
Slowly fade in to reveal Tempest standing in front of a tall oak cabinet that stands at least 8 feet tall. It is up against a stone wall of what is clearly a old basement of a house that was built in the early to mid 1800’s. It’s a little damp in the basement as a couple of small containers of Damprid on the floor. The cabinet has two huge doors that swing open and Tempest is using a old skeleton key to unlock it.
“You can fucking bet that one of those bitches would be doing all of the driving. Most likely your boy toy. I always found 2600 to be weak minded when push came to shove.” She says as she swings open the door to reveal that the cabinet is stock piled with all sorts of weapons and torture devices, some new, most old.
“Yes. We are going to need to toughen you up. Can’t believe you forgot all of your training. And for what?” Tempest says as she picks up a small item made out of cast iron. She turns and looks at Flashback 2 who is chained to a old table. She is bent over the wide plank oak table with her wrists locked down with crude handcuffs to the far corners of the table. The collar Tempest placed around her neck is also padlocked to loop on the table. She is gagged with a dirty rag and her hair is a mess as Flashback 2 hasn’t bathed in a couple of days now.
“His tiny cock? Come on girl! Size does matter!” Tempest says rather bluntly. She walks over to table and Flashback 2 wants to cry, she really does but doesn’t dare to. She places on the table by Flashback 2’s hand a Thumbscrew. The real deal, not some modern knockoff. Flashback 2 eyes it and she might have peed a little. She’s scared. Tempest smiles a little and eyes the ring on Flashback 2’s finger.
“Awe! He put a ring on it. How sweet.” Tempest then pulls the ring off. It’s a basic gold band that 2600 gave her for Christmas and made a promise to her, a promise that when both them were forced into Eternia Mode, he would take care of her. He would marry her. No one has ever made that promise to her like that before. That ring means the world to her.
Tempest tosses it on the floor and stomps on it. She then slides the thumbscrew over Flashback 2’s ring finger.
“Time to fix that.” Tempest says. Flashback 2 shakes her head no and wants to scream, wants to get loose, wants to fight Tempest! But can’t. Tempest starts to put the screws to Flashback 2’s pretty little ring finger……..
“How did this happen?” Nolan demands. Jack and Ted look at Nolan blanked face. Nolan asks again.
“How did this happen? How did this happen with Flashback 2 and 2600? How did you two not know this was going on? Tempest of all people informed me what was going on and thankfully took care of the situation. Here we are, in middle of trying to securing the Engeron Device and two of our highly trained and disciplined soldiers were fucking before one of the biggest missions we have had in 2019! And you two somehow allowed this happen! We lost because of you two looking the other way!”
Jack and Ted are looking at the table and not at Nolan reminding you of two kids who were caught with their hands in the cookie jar and got them slapped.
“From this point on, 2600 and 7800 will be on their own. Flashback 2 is going to be reassigned! You two better hope that the Yamauchi don’t get a foothold and find the other pieces of the Energon Device or it’ll be you two who will fall on the sword!” Nolan barks and stares down both Jack and Ted. After a couple of seconds he leaves the room after making his point crystal clear. Ted and Jack look at one another and say nothing……
Scene moves to reveal 7800 sitting next to a burning barrel holding his hands over the flames to warm them.
“Dilly dilly.” 7800 says with a air of confidence in his voice. “Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“What my highly intelligent friend is saying ” 2600 says as he staggers towards the burning barrel. His battle suit is unzipped. In his hand, his ungloved hand is a baseball bat which 2600 has resting on his shoulder. Perhaps he is showing some scars from the last battle. “This war is far from over Dark Yamauchi.”
“Dilly dilly”
“That’s right 7800. We never quit.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“We’ll never stop fighting.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“The last two battles, are just minor setbacks.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“I would agree with that 7800. Dark Yamauchi, they are afraid. Why else would they go and recruit help from Tokyo.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“You know it’s only a matter of time before we get what we came for. You know it’s only a matter of time before we capture what is ours, what has been ours all along. The Energon Device. Knowing this, you had to send the pawns forth to try and slow us down.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Correct. We will easily dispatch these Toku Yamauchi. Last time I checked boys, this is the greatest nation on the face of the planet, period! End of Subject! This is AMERICA! And we don’t need no stinking queens. We don’t need no stinking Kings. It’s We the People first and foremost!”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“What he said! If America does have a black eye, it’s the low life scum drug dealers. I’ve got Nancy Reagan on speed dial and do you know what she told me? She told me to teach that druggie a lesson and boy, I will hand out justice with a stiff right hand…” 2600 says as he lifts the bat off of his shoulder. He twirls it and looks at it.
“Straight from Louisville, right upside your head. If we made a list of things that piss us off, first on that list would be the Yamauchi! Second on that list!”
“Dilly dilly!”
2600 nods his head. “Yeah. Druggies. Pushing your weed. Pushing your mushrooms. Pushing your meth. To make a couple of bucks off of the weak minded. You should be ashamed of yourself but you’re no better than the losers who smoke you poison. Losers who steal from hard working Americans, steal their money to buy your drugs that you pedal. Smoke their crack in a WalMart parking lot as kids walk with their parents who just want to save some money so they can live better, and there you are, like a big smelly pile of dog dodo ruining the American dream.”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“Just consider us the popo. Consider us your Brexit and both are going to evicted!”
“Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly. Dilly dilly.”
“And when we’re done with both of you, you two will need to stop at the Dollar General and stock up on no brand soup that Aldi’s won’t even sell, cuz that is going to be the only meals you two will be able to afford. And eat.”
7800 nods. “Dilly dilly.”
“This is a war you two just don’t have the funds for. A war you two just don’t have an army to win, the know how to navigate to victory. You are in way over your heads and when it comes tag team wrestling. Why there is no team better than Team ATARI. No history book can capture our greatness.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“That’s right 7800. At the battle of Fame, Dark War 3. Team ATARI. We will capture the Energon Device and with it, plant our flag as the best of the best in the republic.”
“Dilly dilly.”
“For sure 7800. For sure.”
Fade out.
“I can’t believe you settled to be the driver of the MCC. Like, who does that? Not me.”
Slowly fade in to reveal Tempest standing in front of a tall oak cabinet that stands at least 8 feet tall. It is up against a stone wall of what is clearly a old basement of a house that was built in the early to mid 1800’s. It’s a little damp in the basement as a couple of small containers of Damprid on the floor. The cabinet has two huge doors that swing open and Tempest is using a old skeleton key to unlock it.
“You can fucking bet that one of those bitches would be doing all of the driving. Most likely your boy toy. I always found 2600 to be weak minded when push came to shove.” She says as she swings open the door to reveal that the cabinet is stock piled with all sorts of weapons and torture devices, some new, most old.
“Yes. We are going to need to toughen you up. Can’t believe you forgot all of your training. And for what?” Tempest says as she picks up a small item made out of cast iron. She turns and looks at Flashback 2 who is chained to a old table. She is bent over the wide plank oak table with her wrists locked down with crude handcuffs to the far corners of the table. The collar Tempest placed around her neck is also padlocked to loop on the table. She is gagged with a dirty rag and her hair is a mess as Flashback 2 hasn’t bathed in a couple of days now.
“His tiny cock? Come on girl! Size does matter!” Tempest says rather bluntly. She walks over to table and Flashback 2 wants to cry, she really does but doesn’t dare to. She places on the table by Flashback 2’s hand a Thumbscrew. The real deal, not some modern knockoff. Flashback 2 eyes it and she might have peed a little. She’s scared. Tempest smiles a little and eyes the ring on Flashback 2’s finger.
“Awe! He put a ring on it. How sweet.” Tempest then pulls the ring off. It’s a basic gold band that 2600 gave her for Christmas and made a promise to her, a promise that when both them were forced into Eternia Mode, he would take care of her. He would marry her. No one has ever made that promise to her like that before. That ring means the world to her.
Tempest tosses it on the floor and stomps on it. She then slides the thumbscrew over Flashback 2’s ring finger.
“Time to fix that.” Tempest says. Flashback 2 shakes her head no and wants to scream, wants to get loose, wants to fight Tempest! But can’t. Tempest starts to put the screws to Flashback 2’s pretty little ring finger……..