Goodbye, Xanga, I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner. I've found someone else. Someone better. Someone with chat ability and applications galore. I'd say that it's not you, but that would be a lie. Sorry.
However, I appreciated the laughs, especially at things not funny. Back when I thought things that aren't cool, were cool. You always gave me something to do, something to read, something to write... someone to bug.
Despite the fact that I'm moving on, I'll never forget you Xanga, and the part of my life that you were. No matter where I go, a part of my 15-year-old self will always be with, making stupid jokes and writing ridiculous stories. But the rest of me has moved on, and I say my final goodbye.
Wow, it's been way too long since I wrote this. All right, I've had plenty of time to think of a plot, so this had better be good!
> Sam reached for his gun, but a gigasap beam screeched past his head, stopping him dead in his tracks. "Don't do that," advised the annoyed Dingdork. Gus whispered to Sam, "Cool it. Security should notice and activate the hangar defense turrets." "Actually, no they won't." The bigger of the two had astounding hearing, like all Dingdorks. "We just deactivated the cameras. Right now they'll be watching the same thing they have been for the past ten minutes." The smaller one spoke up. "So put down your weapons so we can talk." They slowly dropped all their guns, hesitation and doubt lingering in their eyes. "Good. Now we can talk." The bigger started again. "First of all - our names. I'm Flipsome and this is Bobe. You see, we joined the Dingdork army to defend our planet from an invasion force from Hidesko, the planet before ours. Those were good times. Fighting for our families and friends, pushing back against evil; everything felt right." He sighed and relaxed his massive muscles at the memories. "We fought viciously, and they retreated back to their planet, battered but not completely beaten." Bobe continued, "Our leaders decided to pursue them to their planet, to deter any future invasions. We followed the Hideskans back to their home planet, and launched a massive retaliation." Bobe shook his head, "They didn't see it coming. We nearly wiped out their entire population; only a small remnant is left. Now the Dingdorks control a good portion of Hidesko." "But they needed more, so they invaded this peaceful planet." Flipsome's eyes filled with regret. "That's what we couldn't take - our leaders sending us to take over a people who didn't want trouble There are others, but the penalties for treason are too severe for them to risk." Flipsome lowered his gigasap to his side. "That's why we want to join your rebellion. We see that you're on the side of truth and justice, and want to help that cause." Bubs was suspicious. "How do we know you're not just trying to get inside and betray us? We're not stupid, you know." Bobe nodded. "We anticipated that you might think that." He pulled a computer out of the compartment. "Standard issue," he explained. He typed away, staring into the screen. "Take a look at this." The three walked over as one, wary yet curious, under the watchful eye of Flipsome. "This is the main hub of the Dingdorks' infromation server. You can find anything in here, given you have access." Bobe flashed a small grin. "Every soldier in the Dingdork army is allowed certain access, but only the higher ranked get extensive access. Luckily, I happen to have "acquired" extra access." He tapped a key, and floods of information appeared on the screen. "Only the highest-secured information is beyond my access." He hit another key, and a detailed blueprint popped up. "I can get access to the blueprints of both main military compounds and the general's headquarters. This shows every aspect of the buildings, including waterways and secret passageways." Gus held up his hand. "Wait - both compounds?" Flipsome nodded, "There's an undergroung compound on the other side of the city. It's supposed to be unknown. So, what do you think?" Sam didn't like it. They walked ten feet away and spoke in increasingly hushed tones. "I don't trust these guys. They'll just expose us." Gus was more accepting. "I think they could help us quite a bit! We should give them a chance, but not too much of a chance. We could make an official council vote later." "I think we can trust them." Bubs whispered. "I don't know why, I can just tell that they'll strengthen our cause." "Alright then, we give them a chance." Sam grudgingly agreed. They returned and announced, "Alright, but you need to turn on the cameras. We have to get this straightened out with everyone else." "Oh, they already know. We played this entire conversation over the speakers throughout the compound." Bobe chuckled, "It's great being a technician." About thirty Gussians walked through the door, some quickly, some hesitantly. They reviewed with the three, then began the introductions. After half an hour, everything was straightened out, and Flipsome and Bobe were admitted into the rebellion, with low access to begin with. It was late by then, so everybody filed into their quarters. As Gus was headed for some sleep, Flipsome pulled him aside. "Gus. There's something we've got to tell you..."
More from Gus and friends. Just to let you know, none of the characters represent anybody real... so don't get too attached...
... They marched (or, were marched) down the halls of the compound, headed toward freedom. Though they tried to appear like captured prisoners, they couldn't help glancing about frantically once in a while, paranoid that someone might catch onto their escape plan. But nobody seemed to notice the band of captives being shoved along. That is, of course, besides the two pairs of eyes peering from the shadows. Those eyes glided silently through the passageway, stalking the group of six. Gus and the others are oblivious. Amidst the coverup of idle rough talk, Gus tells of their breakout and explains the escape plan. "We're moving you to a more secure sector, so you can't escape like the last two rebels." The four escapees understand that he's telling them of his and Bub's own escape. "Ever since they stole our prized shploor, hangar security has become much more thorough." Gus flashed a wicked-looking grin. "I got it back, though. Your friend here was unlucky enough to be driving it at the time. At least now they can't use it for quick getaways - it's three times as fast as the standard ones." Their faces brightened at the thought of an untouchable escape vehicle - a look that would have betrayed them, had it not been for the disinterest of the Dingdorks accustomed to plodding prisoners. Their heart rates sped as they reached the warden's booth, and Gus knocked on the blast-proof window. "I'm escorting these prisoners to Sector...uh..." he looked at a customs sheet, "V. Sector V. Just giving you the heads-up." The warden glanced up lazily from his nap, and grunted "All right, head on out," then returned to his slumber, unaware that he had just set free six of his enemy. Of course, he probably didn't care. But his superiors did. Gus forced them to his safe hiding spot for the Tearscrape. He punched in the memorized lock code, and opened the prisoner's hold, shoving all of them into the back. Being the premier shploor, it had room enough to squeeze the five in back, just for show. It wouldn't look right if five prisoners rode in luxury in the prized craft of the Dingdorks. He hopped in front, started up the sleek land cruiser (which had taken a liking to) and got ready to leave. The undercover rebel snatched the radio and pressed the hold intercom button. "All right, we're headed off," his voice dripped with sarcasm, "I'll try not to knock you around too much." Gus pulled out and started down the compound. As soon as he pulled onto the main street and away from Sector V, the radio crackled, "Where are you going? Turn around immediately or we will have to resort to force!" Gus muttered "This oughtta stir things up," and turned on the outgoing switch. "Yeah, uh, we're not coming back, seeing as you were just screwed!" The radio just produced light static. He looked at his radar and noticed five other Dingdork combat shploors, tearing out of the hangar. The signatures showed that they were new and fully loaded with the latest weapons. "Uh-oh." Then the radar blinked off, jammed most likely. He slowed down for caution, uncertain as to their location. All of a sudden, Gus saw the combat cruisers chasing after him through hie rear viewscreen. He shouted over the intercom, "Hold on, we've got company!" and accelerated. He took a quick turn onto a wider street, simultaneously engaging his weapons. Right away, they flew in behind him. All four were armed barely lighter than his own shploor. He would have to handle the situation with -- wait. Four? Gus glanced up to see the fifth streak off a side street, ready to rumble. It whipped toward them, and started bearing down from 500 yards away. The distance closed, and when they were only 100 yards apart, Gus swerved, narrowly missing a blast from the oncoming vehicle. He jerked back onto target, and blasted the Dingdork to bits. He sharply yanked the Tearscrape to the right down a narrow side street to avoid the flying debris. Three of the pursuers did likewise, but one got caught in the wreckage, mangled and unusable. Two down, three to go. They were in hot pursuit when Gus, used to the city and its streets and backroads, took two quick lefts, confusing the Dingdorks in tow. He then took another left, and popped out behind them. Without hesitating, he fired away at first one, then another of the hunters turned hunted. They both lost control, and veered into buildings on their right, eruption in fiery explosions. The last one gunned back to the main road and ran back to his headquarters. Gus wiped the sweat from his brow. "Whew! That was intense!" His wide-eyed passengers gripped the support bars for their lives. After doubling back and rechecking his up-and-running radar, he sped back into the hangar of the new resistance compound, deep in the city. When they arrived, scared but alive, Gus got out and opened their hatch. They spilled out of the hold on shaky legs, breathing heavily and thanking their rescuers. Nick brought Margo and Kelly to their rooms for some well-need sleep. Gus, Bubs, and Sam talked by the Tearscrape, relieved to be back home. They were turning to head into the main compound, when they turned to a clanking noise, followed by heavy footsteps. All three paled. There stood two Dingdorks, staring right back at them...
...Gus jostled Bubs into the compound and through the halls, talking roughly to him to keep appearances. The supposed soldier and captive stopped by the record room to find their friends' cell number. Just as they found it, the record keeper walked up behind them. "Do you need any help?" A touch of suspicion lingered in his voice. Gus turned and glanced at him. "Actually, I just found what I need." Gus indicated a file with a set of laser keys attached. "I have orders to bring this prisoner to the same detention block as the other ringleaders." "All right. Move along now," the keeper accompanied Gus and his cuffed prisoner out, then returned to his designated position. After he was sure they were out of earshot, he motioned two Dingdorks to his side. "I want you two to shadow that 'sergeant.' Something about him just doesn't seem right." The two nodded and quietly slunk away, trailing Gus by a safe distance. Meanwhile, Gus practically dragged Bubs through the corridors. "Hey, not so rough, man!" Even though no one appeared to be watching, Gus continued his act. "Pipe down, pipsqueak! I'll handle you as I want!" But after a quick glance in both directions, Gus's scowl quickly morphed into a grin, then just as quickly flashed back. When they reached the cell division in which their friends were housed, two guards (each armed with a gigasap which they held, and a moccanbard hangun strrpped to their thighs) stood at the entrance to each cell, and a Lieutenant was standing at the entrance to the division. The walls were made of a gray-silver metal material and the floors were black as onyx. Blue lights hung from the ceiling, giving a glowing if not dim lighting to the walls. There were twenty cells, each equipped with a toilet and two small cots. Steel doors with slots for food trays separated the cells from the rest of the room. Gus stepped up to the lieutenant and yanked Bubs to his side. "I have orders to bring this prisoner--" Gus indicated the cells in which Margo, Kelly, Nick, and Sam were held (although he couldn'r see them "--and the prisoners in those cells to detention block C." The purple soldier nodded, "Yes, sir." He started to motiontofour of his soldiers, but Gus stopped him. "That won't be necessary." Gus pulled out his moccanbard twirled it, then shoved it in hip holster. He grabbed the monster gigasap off his shoulder and cocked it, grinning. The lieutenant had a hint of worry in his eyes, but hesitantly said, "All right, sir. If that's what you want..." With that, Gus handed Bubs to the man, strode over to the third cell on the right, and unlocked the steel door. Inside, he could see the pale and worry-ridden faces of Nick and Sam. As the door knocked into the wall, making a hollow metallic sound, they glanced up at what they thought was just another Dingdork sergeant. Gus used the gruff, disguising voice he had been using during his act, and barked, "All right, you two, get out out of there!" He charged up his gun, and put on a menacing sneer. "And don't try anything, or you'll regret it!" He paused, then said with a twinkle of mischief in his eye, "On second thought, try something. It's been a while since I last got to shoot at a live target!" The two guards at that cell grabbed Nick and Sam and used the laser-cuffs on their wrists to bound them to Bubs, despair growing in their eyes at the sight of their captured friend. Gus stepped over to the adjacent cell on the left of the wide room-like hall, and again opened the door. The two girls looked in brighter spirits than the guys, probably because Dingdorks are always much more hospitable to women. Gus motioned them out, and had them bound together. "All right. We're going to take a little walk to stretch your legs," Gus chuckled. "Then we're going to throw you into separate cells, so you can't scheme together." He nudged them out into the main corridors with the barrel of his gun, and walked them out ahead of him. Thay kept walking, and when they were quite a distance down the hall, and nobody was in sight, Gus saw Nick give Sam one of the Gussians secret hand signals. Instantly, Sam and Nick rushed Gus, dragging a protesting Bubs along with them and knocked him and his gigasap to thhe ground. Despite being outnumbered and outweighed, Gus threw them off and drew his handgun. "Knock it off!" Gus was turning a redder shade of purple. "How can you expect me to rescue you if you try to strangle me to death?!?" Then, to show them he was joking, he flashed the grin only he could. Just in case they didn't believe him, he drew up his uniform sleeve and rubbed visicously at his purple skin, revealing his white-tan skin. "Gus?" Sam couldn't believe it. "Oh... sorry. We were just trying to get a break." Gus smiled. "We can talk once we're out of here, so for now you can just act like captives, all right?" He straightened out his ruffled uniform and picked up his gigasap. "And that means not beating the snot out of me!" That brought a few weary chuckles. Then they headed off to the Tearscrape under Gus's prodding direction. In the shadows, two purple figures vanished into a secret passageway...
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On a far away planet in the city of Gush, all the streets outside were covered in slush. The peaceful sounds in the air were all so deceiving, for treachery and conflict were the Gussians receiving. Suspicion plagued the natives of this large town, and the feeling of tension brought their spirits way down. All through the day their moves were very careful, and the look in their eyes showed that they were fearful.
But a little hope remaines with persistence, for deep in the city there thrived a resistance. Created not by a Gussian but man, to free the Gussians of tyranny was their plan. They had fared well so far and captured a ship, and prisoners twice had given the slip. They know the resistance will one day succeed, and the Gussians no longer will suffer or bleed.
But today it is Christmas (yes, they clebrate here), and for just one day they can set aside fear. For celebrate Christmas the Dingdorks also do, even their general shows this to be true. No, they don't live in harmony even this one day, but the distractions of Christmas keep them at bay. The usual traditions are all included here, though the fruitcake is something not many hold dear.
A Gussian gift rocks, all colored and shiny, but since money is scarce they are often quite tiny. Contrary to most thoughts, Dingdorks have a little compassion, they do, however lack a sense of fashion. Gifts flow from one to another on both sides of war, and everywhere wrapping paper litters the floor. I'll get to the story now, without speed bumps or curves. I'll stop rhyming now... it gets on my nerves.
In the Dingdork palaces and compounds, purple bodies loiter everywhere, handing out gifts, telling jokes and laughing merrily (if not sinisterly). They sing their strange songs (very strange - you'd hate them), with a twist in the rythm unique to the creatures. In such a good mood, they even let the prisoners join in the fun, although there are some assigned to keep an eye out for escape attempts. Two Dingdorks, Flipsome and Bobe, stand in a corner talking in hushed tones. "Man, I don't like the conquering," whispers Bobe, a somewhat smaller Dingdork with a quiet personality. "I don't like being on the watch all the time, especially since I know that we're in the wrong." Flipsome, very tall and muscular with a strange bluish tone to his skin, nods. "Sometimes I think about defecting and joining the resistance. I want to help them win back their land." Secretly, Flipsome also wanted a chance to take on the Dingdorks, whom he saw to be jerks. "Well, we'd have to do it quietly, and planned," Bobe said. He waited as gifts were handed to them, and hissed as he opened his, "Soon, too. They're giving us more leash right now." There was a glint in Flipsome's eye. "Exactly what I was thinking..."
In the Gussian compound, things were a little bit hushed. One, they didn't want to be found, and two, they were somber about the absence of Nick, Sam, Kelly, and Margo. (This takes place during the planning period, before Gus and Bubs left for their rescue.) But they were still jolly and excited about Christmas, and small but compassionate gifts were being passed around. They sang songs, wonderful high-pitched Gussian songs, wonderful to the ear, with an extra flair with addition of Gus's deep voice. They prayed before their feast (yes, Gussians worship God), and dug into the bountiful meal (they grew and raised their own food in the compound). Gus and Bubs were smiling as they opened their gifts - special custom armor for each of them, and unique long-range Klaftons (advanced energy rifles). Everyone was aware of their anxiety to rescue their friends. Gus and Bubs looked on at their cheerful comrades. All the while, formulating a plan to break free the captured friends...
There you go. I know it's not the same as the normal story, but I'll continue that soon.
