"Fair is foul and foul is fair" the voice said to him.
But what does this mean, I hear you ask? Not asking outloud, for that would insult your intelligence. No, your asking yourself in your mind. These are words written by William Shakespeare thousands of years ago, and they still matter and can apply to most things. What is fair for Jeffery is foul for the voices. What is fair for the voices is foul for Jeffery.
The voices are not voices, I merely call them that because we have only seen them as that so far. So far. They have goals, objectives, they are minds all by themselves. But they occupy the same mind, and the human brain was never designed for that purpose. Who am I, most of you ask. I am like a man who has read William Shakespeare's "Macbeth", and reads it again whilst explaining it. I know what happens in the end, but I do not rush. I have all the time in the world to tell this story.
I know how it all ends, but I like to tease my readers. If anyone is reading this, of course. I highly doubt many people will be interested in this story for the moment. But I assure you, it is just starting to get interesting. Some may try to ask me for the ending, to skip all of the details and just tell them what happens. But that has not yet happened, and I can not rush time. Time will reveal the fate of everything, and there is no exception for this rule in this case.
Again, I highly doubt many are reading this. But I want to make this knowledge public. Why? That I will tell you.
Because then at least I warned you.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
'The mind of the human has drawn back into the deepest realm of his brain. You fool, what were you thinking!'
'Do you really believe that I would wait for the sack of flesh to die before my destructive path could begin! I was made to be impatient, and my impatience has earned us this opportunity.'
'That is madness! You can not hope to control the body, and more importantly, I won't let you!'
'I laugh, what can you possibly hope to do to stop me?'
'I also object to your control over the body, together we can stop you if we want to.'
'Very well. How about we share the body?'
'Now I am the one who laughs. You intend for us each to one day of control away from the sight of the others.'
'If we simply do nothing the body will just rot where it stands. It is not perfect, but it will have to do until the body dies.'
'Why do we not simply kill the body, say by slicing the throat?'
'The one that is controlling the body at the time would die with the body. I doubt any of us would make that sacrifice.' The voices were silent for several moments, each one considering the offer.
'I agree to the offer.'
'I agree.'
'Very well. I agree, but I do not like the idea of not being able to see what the controller does.'
'Would you want me watching over all you did?' The other voice was silent.
'You take the body first, but we need names.'
'Why do we need names?'
'We have to have a name to refer to eachother with.' Each voice was silent as they once again considered their options.
'You can refer to me as Macdeath. My reasons for having this name do not have to be revealed.'
'My name shall resemble my wish. I have no need for a weird name, you may refer to me as Survivor.'
'I have been searching the mind of this human. I have decided on the name "Newton". An intellectual name for an intellectual entity.' Newton chuckled.
'Your day starts now Macdeath. Use it well, because I'm next.'
Survivor and Newton recluded back into the mind, and Macdeath spread outward. He moved a finger, then two, then formed fists. Then a grin spread across his lips. The grin of a madman released from the asylum.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Macdeath swiftly returned to Jeffery's house, and immediately headed for the study. He knew what had to be done - the others had to be forced out of the body - but he had no knowledge on how to perform such a task. He knew of only one man who could help him, but it was a long shot.
Jeffery's large study was layered with reading he had brought from work. The first book he was searching for was easy enough to locate, Jeffery had decided to store his books using the first letter of the last name. He quickly found "S" and browsed through the shelves until he found what he seeked. He tucked the copy of Macbeth swiftly into a coat pocket. Why he had such an interest in Macbeth he did not know. Whilst encased in the mind he searched for things that may inspire him in his plans. He found Macbeth and was immediately wrapped in the words.
The general story was set at the beginning of the seventeenth century, in the land of Scotland. A man - Macbeth - is encouraged to kill the King for more power. His guilty conscience drives him insane - also driving his wife insane, leading to her suicide - and he is eventually killed by a man who seeked revenge for the death of his family. Macbeth had ordered the family killed, and Macdeath had lifted the idea for his own need.
Killing Jeffery's family was to either lead him to suicide, or retreating to the back of his mind in shock. The suicide would of been better, as then the entities would of been released and he could simply take another body. But he now had a plan. The second piece of information would take longer to find.
He needed a way to contact Salazar Kithe. He knew the man had massive resource capabilites at his disposal, and he would be the most helpful. Insane minds think alike Macdeath thought to himself, and a chuckle escaped his lips. Instead of searching for books, he sat in a nearby chair and slid Jeffery's flexipad onto his arm. He knew all he needed to know about it from memories of the human, so quickly hacked through the password protected areas. Not actually hacking, but entering in the correct passwords. But you could say it was hacking, as it was entering without permission. Macdeath thought this and another chuckle escaped his lips.
Then he whispered 'Who cares...' He "hacked" through more areas and finally found what he was looking for. Jeffery had seven different files marked Salazar01, Salazar02, and so on.
Macdeath spent two hours reading through each file. Although he learned much about the man, it gave him no information as to how to contact him. He left the protected areas and signed into the neural net. He entered his search of "Salazar" and waited to find a communication channel including that word. Salazar liked publicity, so was likely transmitting publicly.
Suddenly, a message box popped onto the screen. Macdeath read the identity of the messenger and swore.
"Thomas Morgan wishes to talk to you. Talk : Don't talk"
If he didn't answer the fat man would become suspicious. But what could he say? "Sorry, your friends not in right now. Meet your destroyer!" Macdeath chuckled at the possible response. He tapped the Talk button and was quickly whisked to another screen, covered with an empty box. A message appeared in the box.
'Hey Jeff, why aren't you in work?'
Macdeath was still for a couple of seconds, quickly thinking out his possible answers. Finally, he breathed out and started typing.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
[4:22:45 PM] Thomas says: Hey Jeff, why aren't you in work?
[4:23:00 PM] Thomas says: Jeff?
[4:23:10 PM] Jeffery says: I'm feeling abit sick today, and I forgot to call in.
[4:23:18 PM] Thomas says: That is the oldest excuse in the archives, seriously Jeff, why aren't you here?
[4:23:40 PM] Jeffery says: Alright, I was enthralled in a book and didn't check my watch.
[4:23:48 PM] Thomas says: That sounds like the Jeff I know. What book was it?
[4:23:56 PM] Jeffery says: Macbeth, by William Shakespeare.
[4:24:01 PM] Thomas says: I remember doing that in school, although they really should be using more modern books.:P
[4:24:10 PM] Jeffery says: Heh, I'll be there in a few minutes.
[4:24:16 PM] Thomas says: Alright, don't be late. And there's one more thing. Did you take some of the weapons?
[4:24:40 PM] Thomas says: Jeff?
[4:24:52 PM] Jeffery says: Yeah, I don't know why. It was reckless, I'll bring them with me.
[4:24:03 PM] Thomas says: Jeffery Allen reckless? Never heard that one before. I won't tell the boss, just bring them back when you come in.
[4:25:09 PM] Jeffery says: Gathering them up now.
[4:25:15 PM] Thomas says: See you in a minute Jeff.:)
[4:25:30 PM] Jeffery says: Yeah, see you then.
Macdeath quickly signed off the communication program. He never would of made it through that without opening previous conversations and copying Jeffery's use of English. It was very lucky that Jeffery didn't use any of the shorthands such as "u" or "lol", if he did then Macdeath would be screwed. He was just glad the oaf didn't open up audio or video communication, another way he would of been screwed.
He needed to return to the museum anyway. The flexipad came up with no way on how to contact Mr Kithe, so he needed more information on how he did things. If he could find the frequency that Salazar transmitted on in the archives, he may pick up something to respond to.
And he needed ammunition, along with target practice. The thought made Macdeath grin. The dream was so close, he could smell the blood and gunpowder. He concealed his weaponry under his neck, the assault rifle hanging from a strap on his neck. He would need quick access. He checked each pocket in the coat, making a mental inventory of what equipment he had. He had two "clips" of ammunition left for the P90, and five magazines for the Sig P552. Three frag grenades, two smoke grenades and two flashbangs. And a combat knife.
Macdeath removed it all and laid it out before him. He stared at it for several minutes, planning his strategy accordingly. It was a Saturday at 4:30 PM, the museum would be fairly busy. Fair for the practice he wanted anyway. But foul at the same time, for all guards would be on duty. He quickly retracted the thought of the extra guards being foul, for a challenge would make things more interesting.
He concealed the equipment again, and left the house.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Macdeath glanced at Jeffery's watch as he slowly walked up the steps of the Planet Cambridge Museum of History. He had little over half an hour before he lost control of the body. He quickly decided he had enough time for what he planned, but quickened his pace.
He pushed through the front door and gazed at the crowd. Then he realised the holidays must of started, because the museum was fit to bursting with people. A child almost tripped over his foot as he was chasing his obvious sister through the crowd. A grin crossed his face as he pushed his way through to the security office. Another child tried to cross through his path, and he quickly kicked the child with the appearence it was an accident. The girl began to cry and as he continued on he heard a voice behind him saying 'Oi mate, you kicked my girl!' When he did not turn around he heard the voice again 'Fine, **** you then!'
He reached the booth and used Jeffery's username and password to access the system. He then downloaded control of a few systems to his flexipad - along with as much of the database of history as he could take, including all information on Salazar Kithe - and headed for the storeroom. Thankfully the storeroom was deserted, and what he was searching for was not hard to find. He looked at the serial number registered for the items on his flexipad and headed for the appropriate section.
Eventually, after ten minutes of searching, he found what he was looking for. It was a small box, small enough to be carried. Macdeath quickly opened the box, took out four of the P90 magazines and stored them on inside pockets in his coat. The rest - twenty-six more in total - he kept in the box and put in his bag. On the way to the museum, he'd bought a large bag to store what he needed to collect temporarily. He zipped up the bag and checked the flexipad for the next serial number.
He jogged to the next location and immediately found the box he was looking for. He took five magazines of bullets for the Sig P552 out and packed the other ninety-five into the bag. One last location, and fortunately the next item was in the same aisle. He quickly sprinted to it and opened up the crate. In it he found several small boxes containing frag, smoke and flash grenades. He took a box of each and tipped them into his bag.
He ran back outside through the side door and hid the bag in one of the bins. He glanced at his watch. Nineteen minutes. He stepped back into the storeroom and activated a security command. All doors and windows that left the building were immediately locked. He immediately heard screams, and the grin returned to his face.
He left the storeroom and headed for the main museum. Activating another command dimmed the lights, and without a sound he reached the door that led to the welcoming area. He glanced through the window installed on the door and smiled. Panic ensued in the room, and he could hear the deep voice of Thomas Morgan trying to calm the crowd down.
He checked his watch again. Seventeen minutes. Without hesitation he pulled the pin on one of his grenades, opened the door and threw it into the middle of the crowd. A few noticed the flying object in the dark and screamed, but there was nothing any of them could do to stop the now deadly device. It hit the head of a very unfortunate man and bounced off. It fell to torso level and exploded.
At least thirty were killed instantly, another twenty were injured by shrapnel or pieces of other people flying into them. Immediately the noise levels in the room reached eardrum bursting levels, including screams of pain, anger and shock. The grenade created a deafening ringing in every ear in the room. Macdeath kicked away the door he had been hidden behind, causing an unprepared and cowering man to fall out of the way. Macdeath cleared his throat and loudly annouced - to get through the ringing in peoples ears - what he found to be an amusing few words.
'Fair is foul and foul is fair! Your race is living in a Galaxy that is not yours, and I'm afraid you are being evicted.' With no other words he raised the Assault Rifle he dreamed to raise, and pulled the trigger. The dark room suddenly lit up with the muzzle flashes of each round fired. The screaming covered up the sound of the gun fire, most of it anyway.
Soon another sound erupted over the gun-fire. A laughter, gradually growing louder. And crazier. Macdeath watched each man, woman and child he pointed his gun at collapse in pain, then die on the floor. It was his dream, and he was loving every second of it. He suddenly stopped firing, and with the skill of an expert placed in a new magazine. One of the smarter people in the crowd saw these few seconds as an opportunity, and charged at Macdeath with increasing speed.
By the time he was halfway, Macdeath had already reloaded and was aiming. The charging man had half a second to realise he was about to die before he did die. The chaos continued, and the screaming gradually died down. Eventually, Macdeath was greeted with silence. He reloaded his P90 with one of his custom clips - filled with all types of bullets for a suprise every time - and slowly creeped through the crowd. He found a survivor to his right, and put a bullet in his head. Another one in a corner, a child with a missing left leg.
She stared up at Macdeath and asked 'Why mister, why?' Macdeath gave the answer some thought, and replied.
'Because fair is fair.' He then shot her in the head. He moved towards the main entrance, and found who he was looking for. Thomas Morgan was lying on his side, a large piece of shrapnal lodged in his side. Blood was leaking from his move, meaning the shrapnal probably punctured a lung.
Thomas started to speak with a weak voice, but failed to finish. He tried again. 'Jeff.... Why?' Macdeath knelt down beside him, and aimed his rifle at Thomas's head. Then he sent the command to his finger to pull the trigger. But his finger wouldn't move. He gasped, and quickly checked his watch. Ten minutes. He quickly stood up and stared at Thomas. He was staring back at him. Macdeath quickly assessed the damage to him, and decided he would live.
'Tell those who saved you this. "A dark force has awoken from a long sleep, and is ready for the path of destruction to fill its view. Macdeath is coming, remember my name. For soon it shall be engraved in the tablets of history as the man who returned this Galaxy to its rightful owners. Fair is foul and foul and fair."' He quickly entered a sprint whilst deactivating the lockdown. By the time he arrived at the back door he had nine minutes. He pushed through the door and lifted the bag from the bin he hid it in. Then he re-entered his sprint.
He hit pedestrian traffic with seven minutes to go. Quickly he pushed through the crowds, with people giving him curious looks as he was covered with blood. He tried to move his arms to push through a large crowd gathered around a street performer but found he could no longer move his arms. In a massive panic he charged through, and sprinted up the small incline to Jeffery's house.
He barged through the door just as his legs collapsed under him. He quickly sat up and shaked to remove all the equipment he had. He used his head to push it behind a nearby counter, and once he was satisfied the others would not find it he moved into a comfortable position. He closed his eyes, and felt his mind losing control....
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Macdeath opened his eyes, finding he was still in Jeffery's house. He lifted his head off the desk and examined his surroundings. Balls of paper were strewn around his feet, and a large blueprint was spread across the desk. The computer infront of him was on, and he now saw what was on the blueprint had been transferred to the machine.
He examined the designs before him. They appeared to be designs for some sort of starcraft. Newton wanted to research, and what better way to do so then with a ship of his own design. Researching what technology was available to make a ship. But the designs did not match that theory. It was a destroyer at least, judging by the scaling of the design. And guns covered the ship in a pattern that made it hard to avoid being hit.
Macdeath grinned. Seems Newton had more plans than he was revealing. He stared at the designs for several minutes until he remembered what had to be done. He had to find a way to contact Salazar Kithe. He found the flexipad still attached to his arm, and quickly activated it. Designs for the ship had been downloaded to the flexipad aswell, and Macdeath quickly saved them and entered the neural net. He made sure to hide the fact he was online, he did not want unneeded attention. He quickly activated the frequency codes recovered from the museum, and waited for any messages to show up.
Twenty minutes later, the flexipad began to beep rapidly. A tranmission had been recieved, and as Macdeath had hoped it was from Salazar Kithe. Public tranmission in the general direction of Bretonia the man had called the message, and Macdeath gave a quick chuckle at the lack of care for his message.
He activated the transmitter on his flexipad and started to transmit his message, making sure it was encoded so as not to raise suspicion to unwanted readers.
'Salazar Kithe. It is an honour to finally pick up a transmission from you. My name you ask? Well, I rather like the title "Macdeath"....'
* * *
Macdeath quickly checked his watch. Twenty minutes until he first begins to lose control of the body, and there had still been no reply from Salazar Kithe. He had made sure to hide all evidence of what he had been doing for the thirty two hours of the day on Planet Cambridge. He had decided to watch the news, see if his museum massacre had made any public interest.
It had. A lot of public interest. The public were also calling the incident the "Museum Massacre". Seemed he had killed seventy-four in total, and only one had survived. Thomas Morgan. The reporter - identified on the bottom of the screen as Jacob Guildmore - announced that Thomas was currently in a coma, and was unlikely to survive. He also announced that the police were currently suspecting Salazar Kithe of the massacre, and all forces were on the search for him.
The screen was still on when the beeping of the flexipad started. He had a reply! He quickly scanned through the response. Planet Leeds he had to travel to. Not for today, in a few days time perhaps. Suddenly the screen on the wall was alive with activity once again, and "Breaking News" was written. Macdeath turned his attention again to the screen, and turned the volume up.
'This is Jacob Guildmore reporting live at the sight of what is being called the "Museum Massacre". The only survivor of the incident, head of security at the museum Thomas Morgan, woke up briefly. Unfortunately, he was only conscious for a few minutes before he died from a heart attack.
'But those few minutes were alive with activity, as the man behind the massacre gave him a message to give to us all.
'"A dark force has awoken from a long sleep, and is ready for the path of destruction to fill its view. Macdeath is coming, remember my name. For soon it shall be engraved in the tablets of history as the man who returned this Galaxy to its rightful owners. Fair is foul and foul and fair."
'At the end of the message he added 'It wasn't his fault.' When asked what he meant he suddenly entered cardiac arrest and doctors were unable to save him. It seems that now reports are going out to hunt a man by the name of "Macdeath".
'That's all for now, this is Jacob Guildmore live at the scene.'
Macdeath grinned. His message had been passed on, and now people knew his name. He was suprised that no clues had been found that led to him, and was glad to awaken in Jeffery's house, and not in a prison. He quickly typed out a reply to Salazar Kithe, arranging a date and time for a meeting. Just in time aswell, he had to type out the last few sentences with the few fingers he could still move.
Once he had finished he placed his arms on the desk infront of him, then let his head rest on them. Slowly he lost control of the body, until he was pushed back into the mind.
'We need to talk. Now.'
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
'How could you do that! The Museum Massacre, revealing your name. Just be lucky Survivor doesn't know, or he would be angrier than I am right now!'
'It was to catch the attention of the man I seeked, and to contact him. Salazar Kithe has massive facilities at his disposal, imagine what sort of studying you could do there! Instead of waiting and sitting here, designing things until this body dies, you could be out experimenting now!'
'I doubt your actions were for my benifit. But if this man - Salazar Kithe, that's it - has as much at his disposal as you say he does, I may be able to find a way to push our minds out of this body with a specific frequency.'
'That is what I was hoping. We would all benifit from this. And we could all head on our sperate paths. But I need more time with the body. Give me your share of control a few times and you can have an entire week with the body. Imagine what you could design and create in that time, undisturbed.'
'Your proposal sounds interesting and I agree, but I have reasons not to trust you. For the moment, the idea benifits both of us.'
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Macdeath sharply inhaled when he realised he wasn't breathing. Normally the breathing came automatically when the entities switched control, but Macdeath now realised the truth. The body could not take the transfers and side-effects were beginning to show. He would have to inform Newton about the problem and tell him to hurry up on discovering the frequency.
Without delay he activated the flexipad, still attached to his arm. Tapping the flexipad refreshed the screen and showed he was still connected to the neural net. Some more taps revealed Salazar Kithe had given a time and date to meet him. He wondered if Survivor knew of his intentions, it would be hard to miss the clues. Blood stained coat, the recent "Museum Massacre", poorly hid bag full of guns and ammunition.
He quickly lifted himself from his seat and rushed to where he had hid the bag. It was still there, and as he moved he looked down and saw he was in a change of clothes. Seemed Survivor had been out socialising, hopefully not telling the whores on the streets anything important. He now also noticed a sharp pain in his head. A hangover? he thought. Seemed the fool had also been indulging in local drinks, and by local Macdeath meant human.
He hefted the bag onto his bag and found another long coat in the closet. He lifted the P90 over his head and rested it on his shoulders, then hid it with his coat. He opened the door and stepped out into the winter morning. Quickly he stuffed his arms in his pockets and walked as fast as he could without the clatter of guns before too obvious.
He walked for twenty minutes until he gazed at the sight he would be using for his escape from Cambridge. The nearest space port was obvious in the distance, its glass dome made it an obvious eye-turner amongst the cottages of the area. Macdeath grinned, and walked towards it with a plan already forming.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
Standing in the glass structure of the port with the sun shining down on his head, Macdeath searched the area for a ship to steal. He had researched some of the most common ships and found that for what he needed a fighter would do him best.
With the silence of a cat stalking its prey he moved towards his intended victim. The area was out of sight from most other landing sites and the ship was perfect for what he needed. The Series QX "Switchblade" Border Worlds Heavy Fighter gleamed in the sunlight. As he approached the light reflected into his eyes, and he was temporarily blinded. When his sight returned the obvious pilot of the ship was standing infront of him.
'You like? She's a fine ship alright, won her a few years ago in a bar bet.' The way the man had procured the ship did not suprise Macdeath in the slightest, but he decided to act in a friendly and social manner.
'Yes, definately a very nice craft. But I own an Evo 1B "Charon" Very Heavy Fighter back on New London.'
'Why're you talkin' like that man? You got a metal rod up your spine or somethin'? The man chuckled. Macdeath's short amount of patience had run thin.
'No, but you have a bullet in your chest.' Before the man could react, Macdeath pulled the P90 out and delivered a single bullet to the chest. The pilot gasped and collapsed, bleeding rapidly on the recently cleaned floor. Macdeath hid the P90 back under the coat and carefully stepped over the body, making sure not to step in the growing red puddle. He slowly bent down and took the electronic key out of the mans pocket.
He jogged to the Switchblade and touched the one button on the key he had taken from the pilot. It wouldn't work. Macdeath moved back to the pilot and scanned his cold thumb onto the key. He heard the cockpit of the Switchblade unlock and swing open. He was pushing he luck now, the body would be found any minute now. Quickly Macdeath returned to his new ship and fired up the engines.
The roof door automatically opened and without delay he flee out, steering the ship out of the atmosphere and into the cold, harsh environment known as space. Macdeath grinned. He had reached his new home.
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
It was beautiful. As "his" ship left the atmosphere Macdeath gazed at the stars for the first time. He had never imagined how they would look, but now as he saw them for the first time he realised some things in the Galaxy were good. But those things would still be around - infact there would be more of them - if humans suddenly left. Macdeath had a plan for this, but it would take some time to perfect. And he would need the help of the others.
Newton was not the most intelligent of the creations, though he was in the top three. Ten were created, and seven still remain dotted amongst the stars. Macdeath had no idea where they were, or what kind of entity would be contained in each. All he knew was that there were seven left to find. It could take hundreds, possibly thousands of years. But in the mean time Newton could work on the project.
The plan was very simple, yet far more effective than any other plan he could think of. And he had a great many plans. One of the many weaknesses of the human race would be exploited and there was nothing they would be able to do about it. But the problem was only killing humans, he didn't want to kill any of the other creatures of the Galaxy. The creators would be unpleased. No, that was why time was needed to perfect the plan.
His view was immediately disrupted by a human station. He checked his ship and found it was the Cambridge Research Station. The humans are so creative with their naming of things Macdeath thought to himself, and a chuckle escaped his lips.
He focused away from the stars and to the controls of the ship. He knew how to use them, the controls were simple enough for brain dead vegetables to use. Another joke Macdeath chuckled at. Vegetable don't have brains, but the joke is still amusing. He entered his course for Planet Leeds and let the autopilot engage. Then he took Macbeth from his pocket and began to read...
[17:45:39] Wolfs Ghost (Murphy): Tom, you have problems. Go kill yourself.
[19:25:12] Johnny (Jam): Tomtom, I will beat you with a spoon.
[14:22:56] Prarabdh Thakur: KILL HIM WITH A SHEEP.
[17:40:48] Eagle (Junes): Tom should be slapped with a spoon.
[11:32:18] Warspite: Thank you for being so awesome Tom. <3
[18:17:36] Metano: I love you tomtom
[20:06:24] Warspite: I will seriously give you epic head.
' Wrote:Edit: also, Tomtomrawr, fappin' like a boss.
