Metool Leader: (My brethren, our species has endured countless wars, we have suffered countless losses over the last
two centuries. While I cannot speak for our ancestors, I doubt they would sit idly by as a terrible evil threatens our very
existance. I speak of one Reploid, who has declared us 'pests', and sees fit to eradicate innocent Metools simply because
he does not like us. I speak of the Savage Wolfoid!)
Metool Soldier #1: He's a monster! He killed my whole unit, and
ate our commander!
Metool Soldier #2: The Savage Wolfoid?! We can't possibly stand up to him. We can hardly stand up
to anything once our glaring weakness is revealed, let alone face someone who would stop at nothing to massacre us if given
the chance!)
Metool Leader: (We have no choice! If we do not take action, then we will continue to live in fear of
this beast!)
Rebellion Headquarters
Wolfang is en route to his room, arms full of food. When he arrives, he
drops his bounty, and chases a familiar shark reploid down the hall, and into the gathering hall/living room. Heatnix looks
up from the couch he’s lounging on, and smirks.
Draconis: So help me Yami, if there’s any smut on my hardrive, I will make you feel pain!
Shift: Why don’t you just get CJ to give him his own PC?
Draconis: Because last time he had his own Smut Machine, he overloaded it with filthy images, and every device it was linked
to started displaying them in one way or another. While CJ’s face was priceless, I did not enjoy the images on my monitor.
Plus, the whole floor lost power.
Shift: Oh…well, how about locking your door?
Draconis: Tried, he still got in. Next time, I’m gonna try blowing his head clean off. Maybe it’ll regrow like
that thing in Men In Black.
Wolfang stalks off, as Player pops up from behind the couch.
Yami: Is he gone?
Shift: For now.
Yami: Geez, I don’t know why he’s so touchy about a little nudity.
Shift: I think it’s the multiple times he’s had to reboot his PC from scratch, not the nudity.
Suddenly,
Wolfang grabs Player by the neck.
Draconis: Shift is absolutely correct. Next time, I won’t be so forgiving.
Player is dumped on the floor, as
Wolfang stalks off, muttering to himself.
Draconis: ‘Keep an eye on him’, he says. Yeah, sure, dump him on me, CJ. How am I supposed to enjoy watching him
get into trouble when I’m the one who has clean up the messes he makes?
By now, Wolfang is outside, and unkowingly
passes an army of metools. They immeadiately jump him, and knock him unconcious.
Metool Leader: (Disable his weapons!
Make sure he is restrained!)
Hours later, Wolfang wakes up, only to find that he is shackled to a large stone pillar.
Draconis: Okay, not that I’m complaining, but what the hell happened? I know for a fact that I didn’t get hammered,
so I’m gonna need an explanation.
A lone metool steps out from behind a piece of debris.
Metool Leader:
Meep, meep meep, meep.
Draconis: I have no idea what you just said.
Another metool climbs the pillar, and fiddles with Wolfang’s ears.
Draconis: Get off me, you little pest!
Metool Leader: (Well, I feel insulted.)
Draconis: Wha-
Metool Leader: (Good, now you can understand us, you filthy murderer.)
Draconis: Oh, I get it now. This is revenge. So, what’s the plan?
Metool Leader: (You receive a very painful
death.)
Draconis: So, no evil rant, no mental torture, just death? Well, while I do like that all the uneccessary crap was cut out,
I must point out that you forgot one thing.
Metool Leader: (What?)
Draconis: I can do…THIS!
Wolfang rips…or rather tries to rip his arms out of the shackles, but they hold
steady.
Draconis: Okay…you’re using quality material.
Metool Leader: (Yes, we are. Bring the tainted one!)
A
group of metools march out of the shadows, carrying a cage with what appears to be a rabid metool inside. The metool is released,
and lunges at Wolfang, snarling viciously. He rips through the chains, and is immeadiately kicked over the horizon.
Metool
Leader: (NO!)
Wolfang smirks, and tears through the startled metools. Some try to defend themselves, but only end up
frozen, and smashed to pieces.
Rebellion Headquarters
Wolfang waltzez in, smiling, prompting a ‘WTF’
look the others. He makes a beeline toward his room…and a rabid metool latches onto his face. He immeadiately yanks
it off, just as Player exits the room. He is promptly attacked by the Metool.
Draconis: Well, that was unexpected, but hilarious.
Suddenly, the metool stops chasing it’s latest prey, and
it’s waddles over to the fridge. It makes multiple attempts to open it, but each one fails. Wolfang eventually opens
the door, and pulls out a turkey leg, and drops it on the floor.
Draconis: Oops, it appears I have dropped that juicy turkey leg. I hope nobody eats it off the floor.
In a flash, the
meat is stripped off the bone, and the metool is purring at Wolfang’s feet.
Draconis: You were supposed to eat and run, you little demon.
The Metool responds by hopping on Wolfang’s shoulder,
and begins chirping a tune. He growls at a wary Player.
Draconis: He’s a keeper. I shall call him Pedro.
Wolfang scratches the metool on the head, and walks off chuckling.
