Remnants of the Dark World Order chapter I

Posted by Short Round from 1Cust238.tnt7.fort-lauderdale.fl.da.uu.net on September 22, 1999 at 17:48:18:

Ok guys, here is chapter one of my brand spanking new novel. It's not gonna be an add on cuz I know a few others who are making new novels which are add ons. So while you are waiting for others chapters of their novel you can read mine *grin* heehee. I written half the thing already. Remember, it's only my tv series. I think it'd be great just to make your own forum tv series and have another add-on somewhere else. Like the Lamberts' novel. Well tell me what you think. This takes place five years after the Tessa story.

PROLOGUE:

Five years after the defeat of the DWO, The Phoenix Group has driven the remnants of the DWO to a far distance. The fledgling Phoenix Group has built their military branches on the abandoned territory of the DWO. Indy and Meg are together, as are James, Aragorn, and Shorty also, to play there three person Valinor part.

But some distance away, the last of Nobodies warlords has taken command of the DWO's shattered army, readied it for war, and pointed it at the heart of the newly commanded Pheonix Group.

Having made a truce with the Phoenix Group, the Lambertís have joined them to fight the other evil that lurks beyond. James Lambert has specified the Group with vital information which was used to drive the DWO's army out. Yet there are some things that slipped through their their fingers....

Chapter I

Three jets cut through the clouds like blow torches through butter! The three DWO crafts' pursuer wasn't too far behind.
"Great!" The leader said. "We have one more remaining! I don't think we'll be able to take much more!"
The pursuer fired it's guns, getting the portside wing of the left wingman.
"I'm hit!" He yelled.
"We're almost near the landing base!" The leader said. "That Phoenix scum'll be toasted!"
They pulled out then made a dive, slightly losing their pursuer. The landing field was in sight. The Phoenix jet readied two missiles. As it was about to fire, the three pursuees pulled to the left. The missiles exploded upon impact as it hit the right wingman.
"We lost Ice I repeat, we lost Ice!" The leader blurted.

- - -

In the war room, computer screens and a huge computer map illuminated the room. Two figures and another one following appeared to be one inch from the base on the map.
"Shoot them down! They're in our territory!" General Phaceon ordered.
"Sir!" One of the computer operators said.
"What is it?" The General replied.
"Two of them are ours!"

- - -

The two fighters were a mile from the base. The pursuer wasn't too far behind, stepping on their tail. The two fighters started to glide down onto the landing strip when the Phoenix Group jet started to fire, almost grazing the leaders starboard side.
"Pull out!" He yelled.
The leader pulled out, the wingman didn't. Helpless and not able to get off the landing strip, the pilot veered to starboard, to portside, and back again, trying to throw the pursuers line of fire off.
"Pull out!" The leader yelled.
"I can't!" The wingman replied, nervously and with fear.
"Quick!" The leader yelled again. "Pull out-"
The wingmanís jet blew up in a blaze of fire as three of the Phoenix jet's torpedoes came into it!
"Perfect!" The now alone leader said to himself. "DWO Base! Can you read me? Help here would be hot!"
The Phoenix plane veered off, going for the leader. The leader veered back over the landing strip.

- - -

"Get to one of the gun turrets," the General Phaceon said. "And quick!"
One of the turret gunners ran as fast as he could. As if on a drill.

Running to his turret he jumped into the seat and aimed it onto the landing strip.

- - -

The Phoenix pilot loaded his last missile. He then turned on the targeting computer.

The leader noticed that the pilot was getting closer and was also not firing, even at point blank range. The leader started to veer left and right, trying to make him miss if he did fire.

- - -

The gunman at the turret had all his missiles loaded already and easily had it aimed on the leaders jet, not knowing it wasn't the enemy. He fired.

- - -

The Phoenix guy had the leader locked on target. Seeing the other missile coming towards him, the leader pulled out just as the Phoenix guy let his rocket loose, following the leader like the heat seeking missile it was. The missile made contact with the Phoenix guy, making him blow up more than the others since it was coming towards the missile. As it exploded, the missile that was following the leader got engulfed in the flame and then the flames engulfed the leader. A few seconds later, the leader came through the flames.

- - -

"General Phaceon." One of the computer operators yelled.
"What?" The General replied.
"The jets have came back but they were followed by another jet of the Phoenix Group. It's possible more will come to attack. Should we do Operation Drill?"
"I don't see any reason why." The General said. "It's up to Supreme Commander Spaltic. If he agrees to it, then yes. But for now we just wait until any enemy fighters attack. And I'm sure they will."

- - -

Phaceon walked down the corridor to Supreme Commander Spaltic's room. The larger of the corridors was aligned with guards. Nothing would get past them. General Phaceon walked up to Supreme Commander Spaltics seat.
"The team has come from their mission, Supreme Commander," The General started. "Only the leader came back alive-"
"Did they hack into the Phoenix Group's mainframe?" The Supreme Commander interrupted.
"Yes sir, and we were able to pull out the Valinor files." The General replied. "And the location of the first part of the sword has been found."
"Good, set course for-" The walkie-talkie on his arm rest chirped. "Supreme Commander Spaltic here."
"Bad news, Supreme Commander." The voice on the other end said. "A squad of Phoenix jets are coming this way."
"Get our Attack Stealth Fighters ready." Spaltic commanded. "Let them out on my command."

- - -

All the pilots ran to their fighters. The gunners got to their turrets, and the pilots jumped into the pilot seats. They fired up their engines, the blast doors were open. They got ready for command...

- - -

The base was in good view of the Phoenix Groups' fighters computers.
"Ready missiles." The leader commanded. "Fire on my mark."
The squadron's missiles were loaded, their computers were directed to the base.

- - -

"Supreme Commander!" The General exclaimed. "We must let our fighters out, and now! We are within firing range!"
"Calm down," The Supreme Commander calmly said. "We're not in trouble yet."

- - -

"Ok, almost there. Five, four..." The leader started to count down.

- - -

"Send them out." Spaltic commanded.

- - -

The stealth fighters flew out of the hangar direct on command.

- - -

"...Three, two-" The leader was interrupted by the stealth fighters as they sent a barrage of missiles at them.
The stealth fighters wiped out the Phoenix jets one-by-one. The leader sent for reinforcements just before he got toasted. Not too long after, more fighter jets arrived. They easily spotted the stealths and fried half the squadron.

- - -

"Send in the MiG's." The Supreme Commander calmly suggested from his throne.

- - -

A squadron of MiG's flew out of the hangar.

- - -

"Alright, let's bomb them." One of the Phoenix fighters said - Too late.
A whole barrage of missiles engulfed them! Each Phoenix fighter blew up in a brilliant explosion of light! The ground missile launchers and the MiGs toasted them! As easy as pie. Kid stuff.

- - -

General Phaceon's mouth was open in awe.
"What's the matter, General?" The Supreme Commander asked. "You never seen a victory such as this? Or is it my commanding skills that left you awestruck?"
"I have never seen such a victory. Now I know why the Dark World Order was left in your hands." The General, still in awe, commented.
"Drill Mode." The Supreme Commander spoke into his walkie-talkie.
"Wait a minute, we can't go into drill mode now." The General said. "It's only for important moments and emergencies."
"Now is an important moment." The Supreme Commander said. "Go to this locationÖ" Spaltic commanded through the walkie-talkie.
The whole station started to rumble and shake like an earthquake! It then started to sink into the ground like a mole and moved through the ground like one.

- - -

Short Round stood outside the base of the Phoenix Group. Brett came walking up to him.
"Yo whatís up?" Brett said.
"Nothing," Shorty replied. "The squadronís havenít returned yet. Do you think the raiders that they chased out of here could have been the Dark World Order?"
"The Dark World Order has been defeated five years ago." Brett said. "By the way, I think those punks were from Russia or Naziís orÖ Aaaahhhhhhhhh I donít know."
"See," Shorty exclaimed. "You donít even know! When someone attacks like that, they donít do it for fun, but for war!"
"Yeah, I know," Brett replied. "Anyway, the reason I came down here was because Meg wants you."
"For what?" Shorty asked.
"Itís something about you being the Successor, I donít know." Brett mumbled.
"Oke doke." Shorty said as both of them got up and walked back to the base.

- - -

Cal Ord sat in his swivel chair at his office. A crime lord, a smuggler, a scoundrel. He was all three.
Cals CB chirped.
"Cal speaking." He said into it.
"This is General Phaceon of the Dark World Order." The General said on the other end.
"How can I be of service to the DWO, General?" Cal politely said into the CB.
"About that shipment you recently got," The General started. "You know, the one from Switzerland. We were wondering if we can sort through it."
"My pleasure. So where are you going to land your jet, or your boa-" The place started to rumble!
The ground outside the hut started to vibrate and a dark figure arose out of the ground like a submarine out of water! It was a life sized pod with a tube connected to the bottom, apparently there was something which served as a bigger base to it. A giant corkscrew-like device came from the top. Out of the pod stepped General Phaceon. Cal ran out of the hut.
"What is this?" He exclaimed. ěWhat is the meaning of this? Who are you?"
"Someone who desperately wants that relic." The General calmly said. "We hear you have had ancient relics as the one I want. Like the ones smuggled to you from all over the world, right?"
"Well, I, uhÖ" Cal was speechless.
"I asked a yes or no question." The General exclaimed.
"Yes, sir." Cal answered.
"Good then," The General commented. "Show me to them."

In the storage room, crates were stacked up high. Dust was collecting on most of the old ones, they were labeled with the names of the many countries they were from. They were also labeled with the items they had in them.
"Is there an item list, Mr. Ord?" The General asked.
"Sure," Cal said. "Over here, follow me. We have many."
After going through the list, General Phaceon found what he was looking for.
"Where is crate number five sixty-eight?" He asked.
"Right here, General." Cal said as he lead the General to one of the far crates.
"Open it." He commanded.
A few minutes went by as Cal went to get a crow bar. He finally came back. He took some time prying it open.
"Itís all yours, General." He said.
The General slowly moved toward the open crate with caution. He removed the hay which was to protect it. He finally found what he was looking for ń The jade handle of a sword! It didnít look like much, but it was what he was looking for.
"So, what does the DWO want with that?" Cal asked.
"The who?" The General pretended to ask.
"Oh yeah," Cal remembered. "Never heard of them."
"Youíre catching on." The General commented.

- - -

The General walked out of the storage house clutching the Jade handle. He walked into the pod without a word and went back down.
Cal ran his hands through his hair before walking back into the hut.

Sitting in his chair sipping a beer he heard Mary come to the door. She was like his take-over when he wasnít there. She managed most of the place and was his main assistant.
"What was that?" She asked. "Who was that even?"
"Well Mary," Cal started. "I donít know how to break this to you."
"Ok, what was it?" She repeated.
"Well uhÖ" Cal was nervous and speechless.
"The Dark World Order, right?" She said for him.
"How did you-" He was interrupted again.
"I donít want anything to do with them. After my uncle, Nobody was destroyed they been looking for me as if I was responsible and I want nothing more to do with them." She strongly exclaimed.
"Ok. But I had no choice." He said.
"I understand." She said. "The ones I want to get my hands on now is that blasted Phoenix Group! They almost cost me my life!"

- - -

The base came up, a small plane went across the steel landing strip. It took off.
"Ok," Spaltic said. "Go to the location shown on the Valinor files which we have stolen from the Phoenix Group."
General Phaceon was beside him, his two bodyguards were in the seat behind them.
"So what good will going to this old man do us?" The General asked.
"He holds the second half of the jade sword." Spaltic answered. "And he holds something else of use to us."
"What can that be?" The General asked again.
"You will see." Spaltic said.

Finally landing on an open space of land, Spaltic, General Phaceon, and the two bodyguards stepped out. Holding out a microphone, Spaltic spoke into it which boomed through the speakers on the plane.
"The gatekeeper of the mountain," Spaltic said. "Come out at once!"
"What do you want, outlander?" A voice boomed from the mountain.
They all turned around to see a hooded figure. He walked up to them.
"What is it you want!" He wickedly asked.
"Are you the gatekeeper?" Spaltic asked.
"Yes I am!" The man replied. "And what do you want from me, scum!"
"We would like to discuss something important with you. Very important indeed." Spaltic said.
"Follow me." The mysterious man said.
He led them to the mountain and through a passageway. Inside was like a temple. Ancient carvings and writings were on the walls.
"What do these writings stand for?" Phaceon asked.
The man was silent. He led them to a dim room with only a few candles. He gestured them to sit on these large, beanbag-like pillow chairs.
"Now what is it you want from me, outlander?" He boldly asked.
"Maybe this will ring a bell." Spaltic said, taking out the jade sword handle.
The man perked up, his eyes and mouth wide open in awe!
"Recognize it?" Spaltic said. "Of course you do. And we seek the second piece. Surely you have it, and are willing to hand it over."
"What is in it for me?" The man asked.
"What do you want? In exchange for the second piece of course." Spaltic said.
"There is nothing you have that I can possibly want!" The man said. "Unless you carry revenge for the scum who made me what I am, then yes I will give it to you! But nothing will make up for what has happened to me!"
"Who did this?î Spaltic asked. "We might know them."
"They are alive, well, and working for the Phoenix Group!" The man said. "James Lambert, Aragorn, and the Succesor, also known as Short Round!"
"We are the Dark World Order, enemies of the Phoenix Group." Spaltic said. "We will help you any way we can."
"The Dark World Order?" The man perked up. "Both the Phoenix Group and you Dark World Order stooges have been looking for Valinor many years, am I correct?"
"As a matter of a fact, we have been!" General Phaceon spoke up.
"Well we are reunited!" The man said. "The last time I met you and the Phoenix Group were on Valinor! I am thought to be dead. I guess the battle is continuing again, isnít it?"
"Yes, it is." Spaltic said. "How do you know us? Who are you anyway?î
"My name is Sauron." The man said. "I am thought to have been deceased. Until I used the late Dark World Orderís cloning machine, I put my spirit into one!"
"Oh, I see." Spaltic said. "So you will join us, wonít you?
"Yes, I will." Sauron said. "Although you canít permanently sew the patches of what the Phoenix scum have done to me, I will use all I got to at least stop them. Show them how I felt in Valinor!"
"Good." Spaltic calmly said with relief. "Now, the second piece. Letís discuss this privatelyÖ"

- - -

"Iím telling you for the fourth timeńI donít know what happened to the squadronís. The radar showed a brilliant flutter of light and then the jets disappeared from the monitors and the radios." Indy/Riggs exclaimed.
"This is very weird how they disappeared without no other sign of enemy squadrons or anything. Is it possible they used a cloaking device or stealth fighters? It just donít make sense. There isnít any bases nearby that area. They couldnít possibly-" Micah was interrupted.
"Letís just call this a day, shall we?" General Michaelson spoke out. "We got to organize our search teams and such. Whining about the same thing over and over isnít gonna get us an inch in this scenario!"
Silence.
"Good," Michaelson exlcaimed. "We have contacts in Cairo who have reported military radio frequencies from an unidentified base. Itís possible that these people might be the ones weíre looking for. You will be escorted by a local Cairo welcoming committee. Meg has took the responsibility to leading this small mission. She has chosen a team. Meg, is your team ready?"
"Yes, we are ready." Meg replied. "Our team consists of Indy, the Lambertís, Short Round, and Ben (friend of Indy)."
"Good." Michaelson commented. "Tomorrow you will board your private jet to Cairo."

- - -

Meg, Indy/Riggs, the Lambertís, Shorty, and Ben ran to their jet. As they boarded they were served with a brunch, TV and DVD/VHS tapes and discs, and computer games. It was the life on this luxury jet. Well to them it was a luxury jet. James and Shorty played multiplayer in Jedi Knight on the computer, Brett watched E.T., Meg watched TV and Indy slept.
They finally reached their destinationÖ

A crowd gathered at the landing strip. The crew got off.
"This sun is doing murder to my sensitive Italian skin." Shorty quoted Jar Jar.
They chuckled at his remark.
"Guys," Ben(friend of Indy) spoke out. ěIíll wait in the plane. I am fighting Boc in Jedi Knight!î
"Ok," Meg said. "Just donít get in trouble if you decide to come and find us."

As they walked through the market place, James and Shorty walked off. Meg and Indy were with the tour guide. Meg started to finger this one necklace.
"This is nice-" As she turned around, the tour guide wasnít there. "Indy?"
"Iím right here." He said as he was checking out a stand with all these bullwhips. Brett was right beside him.
"Where did our tour guide go?" She asked.
"I was wondering the same thing." Indy said.
Suddenly, out of no where, all these guys armed with swords and machine guns came towards them. They were surrounded.
"We could really use James and Shorty right now!" Meg spoke out.

James and Shorty ran to a halt in the dead end alley.
"Perfect!" James started to curse under his breath.
The thugs came from behindńthey were cornered.
"Not very funny!" Shorty exclaimed.

Well guys, that's it. Tell me what you think and I'll post chapter II as soon as possible! See ya's, Shorty.
"I'm afraid they'll tell me I'm no good!" -George McFly, BTTF.

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: Ok guys, here is chapter one of my brand spanking new novel. It's not gonna be an add on cuz I know a few others who are making new novels which are add ons. So while you are waiting for others chapters of their novel you can read mine *grin* heehee. I written half the thing already. Remember, it's only my tv series. I think it'd be great just to make your own forum tv series and have another add-on somewhere else. Like the Lamberts' novel. Well tell me what you think. This takes place five years after the Tessa story.

: PROLOGUE:

: Five years after the defeat of the DWO, The Phoenix Group has driven the remnants of the DWO to a far distance. The fledgling Phoenix Group has built their military branches on the abandoned territory of the DWO. Indy and Meg are together, as are James, Aragorn, and Shorty also, to play there three person Valinor part.

: But some distance away, the last of Nobodies warlords has taken command of the DWO's shattered army, readied it for war, and pointed it at the heart of the newly commanded Pheonix Group.

: Having made a truce with the Phoenix Group, the Lambertís have joined them to fight the other evil that lurks beyond. James Lambert has specified the Group with vital information which was used to drive the DWO's army out. Yet there are some things that slipped through their their fingers....

: Chapter I

: Three jets cut through the clouds like blow torches through butter! The three DWO crafts' pursuer wasn't too far behind. 
: "Great!" The leader said. "We have one more remaining! I don't think we'll be able to take much more!"
: The pursuer fired it's guns, getting the portside wing of the left wingman.
: "I'm hit!" He yelled.
: "We're almost near the landing base!" The leader said. "That Phoenix scum'll be toasted!"
: They pulled out then made a dive, slightly losing their pursuer. The landing field was in sight. The Phoenix jet readied two missiles. As it was about to fire, the three pursuees pulled to the left. The missiles exploded upon impact as it hit the right wingman.
: "We lost Ice I repeat, we lost Ice!" The leader blurted.

:  - - -

: In the war room, computer screens and a huge computer map illuminated the room. Two figures and another one following appeared to be one inch from the base on the map.
: "Shoot them down! They're in our territory!" General Phaceon ordered.
: "Sir!" One of the computer operators said.
: "What is it?" The General replied.
: "Two of them are ours!"

:  - - -

: The two fighters were a mile from the base. The pursuer wasn't too far behind, stepping on their tail. The two fighters started to glide down onto the landing strip when the Phoenix Group jet started to fire, almost grazing the leaders starboard side.
: "Pull out!" He yelled.
: The leader pulled out, the wingman didn't. Helpless and not able to get off the landing strip, the pilot veered to starboard, to portside, and back again, trying to throw the pursuers line of fire off.
: "Pull out!" The leader yelled.
: "I can't!" The wingman replied, nervously and with fear.
: "Quick!" The leader yelled again. "Pull out-"
: The wingmanís jet blew up in a blaze of fire as three of the Phoenix jet's torpedoes came into it!
: "Perfect!" The now alone leader said to himself. "DWO Base! Can you read me? Help here would be hot!"
: The Phoenix plane veered off, going for the leader. The leader veered back over the landing strip.

:  - - -

: "Get to one of the gun turrets," the General Phaceon said. "And quick!"
: One of the turret gunners ran as fast as he could. As if on a drill.

: Running to his turret he jumped into the seat and aimed it onto the landing strip.

:  - - -

: The Phoenix pilot loaded his last missile. He then turned on the targeting computer.

: The leader noticed that the pilot was getting closer and was also not firing, even at point blank range. The leader started to veer left and right, trying to make him miss if he did fire.

:  - - -

: The gunman at the turret had all his missiles loaded already and easily had it aimed on the leaders jet, not knowing it wasn't the enemy. He fired.

:  - - -

: The Phoenix guy had the leader locked on target. Seeing the other missile coming towards him, the leader pulled out just as the Phoenix guy let his rocket loose, following the leader like the heat seeking missile it was. The missile made contact with the Phoenix guy, making him blow up more than the others since it was coming towards the missile. As it exploded, the missile that was following the leader got engulfed in the flame and then the flames engulfed the leader. A few seconds later, the leader came through the flames.

:  - - -

: "General Phaceon." One of the computer operators yelled.
: "What?" The General replied.
: "The jets have came back but they were followed by another jet of the Phoenix Group. It's possible more will come to attack. Should we do Operation Drill?"
: "I don't see any reason why." The General said. "It's up to Supreme Commander Spaltic. If he agrees to it, then yes. But for now we just wait until any enemy fighters attack. And I'm sure they will."

:  - - -

: Phaceon walked down the corridor to Supreme Commander Spaltic's room. The larger of the corridors was aligned with guards. Nothing would get past them. General Phaceon walked up to Supreme Commander Spaltics seat. 
: "The team has come from their mission, Supreme Commander," The General started. "Only the leader came back alive-"
: "Did they hack into the Phoenix Group's mainframe?" The Supreme Commander interrupted.
: "Yes sir, and we were able to pull out the Valinor files." The General replied. "And the location of the first part of the sword has been found."
: "Good, set course for-" The walkie-talkie on his arm rest chirped. "Supreme Commander Spaltic here."
: "Bad news, Supreme Commander." The voice on the other end said. "A squad of Phoenix jets are coming this way."
: "Get our Attack Stealth Fighters ready." Spaltic commanded. "Let them out on my command."

:  - - -

: All the pilots ran to their fighters. The gunners got to their turrets, and the pilots jumped into the pilot seats. They fired up their engines, the blast doors were open. They got ready for command...

:  - - -

: The base was in good view of the Phoenix Groups' fighters computers. 
: "Ready missiles." The leader commanded. "Fire on my mark."
: The squadron's missiles were loaded, their computers were directed to the base.

:  - - -

: "Supreme Commander!" The General exclaimed. "We must let our fighters out, and now! We are within firing range!"
: "Calm down," The Supreme Commander calmly said. "We're not in trouble yet."

:  - - -

: "Ok, almost there. Five, four..."  The leader started to count down.

:  - - -

: "Send them out." Spaltic commanded.

:  - - -

: The stealth fighters flew out of the hangar direct on command.

:  - - -

: "...Three, two-" The leader was interrupted by the stealth fighters as they sent a barrage of missiles at them.
: The stealth fighters wiped out the Phoenix jets one-by-one. The leader sent for reinforcements just before he got toasted. Not too long after, more fighter jets arrived. They easily spotted the stealths and fried half the squadron.

:  - - -

: "Send in the MiG's." The Supreme Commander calmly suggested from his throne.

:  - - -

: A squadron of MiG's flew out of the hangar.

:  - - -

: "Alright, let's bomb them." One of the Phoenix fighters said - Too late.
: A whole barrage of missiles engulfed them! Each Phoenix fighter blew up in a brilliant explosion of light! The ground missile launchers and the MiGs toasted them! As easy as pie. Kid stuff.

:  - - -

: General Phaceon's mouth was open in awe.
: "What's the matter, General?" The Supreme Commander asked. "You never seen a victory such as this? Or is it my commanding skills that left you awestruck?"
: "I have never seen such a victory. Now I know why the Dark World Order was left in your hands." The General, still in awe, commented.
: "Drill Mode." The Supreme Commander spoke into his walkie-talkie.
: "Wait a minute, we can't go into drill mode now." The General said. "It's only for important moments and emergencies."
: "Now is an important moment." The Supreme Commander said. "Go to this locationÖ" Spaltic commanded through the walkie-talkie.
: The whole station started to rumble and shake like an earthquake! It then started to sink into the ground like a mole and moved through the ground like one.

:  - - -

: Short Round stood outside the base of the Phoenix Group. Brett came walking up to him.
: "Yo whatís up?" Brett said.
: "Nothing," Shorty replied. "The squadronís havenít returned yet. Do you think the raiders that they chased out of here could have been the Dark World Order?"
: "The Dark World Order has been defeated five years ago." Brett said. "By the way, I think those punks were from Russia or Naziís orÖ Aaaahhhhhhhhh I donít know."
: "See," Shorty exclaimed. "You donít even know! When someone attacks like that, they donít do it for fun, but for war!"
: "Yeah, I know," Brett replied. "Anyway, the reason I came down here was because Meg wants you."
: "For what?" Shorty asked.
: "Itís something about you being the Successor, I donít know." Brett mumbled.
: "Oke doke." Shorty said as both of them got up and walked back to the base.

:  - - -

: Cal Ord sat in his swivel chair at his office. A crime lord, a smuggler, a scoundrel. He was all three.
: Cals CB chirped.
: "Cal speaking." He said into it.
: "This is General Phaceon of the Dark World Order." The General said on the other end.
: "How can I be of service to the DWO, General?" Cal politely said into the CB.
: "About that shipment you recently got," The General started. "You know, the one from Switzerland. We were wondering if we can sort through it."
: "My pleasure. So where are you going to land your jet, or your boa-" The place started to rumble!
: The ground outside the hut started to vibrate and a dark figure arose out of the ground like a submarine out of water! It was a life sized pod with a tube connected to the bottom, apparently there was something which served as a bigger base to it. A giant corkscrew-like device came from the top. Out of the pod stepped General Phaceon. Cal ran out of the hut.
: "What is this?" He exclaimed. ěWhat is the meaning of this? Who are you?"
: "Someone who desperately wants that relic." The General calmly said. "We hear you have had ancient relics as the one I want. Like the ones smuggled to you from all over the world, right?"
: "Well, I, uhÖ" Cal was speechless.
: "I asked a yes or no question." The General exclaimed.
: "Yes, sir." Cal answered.
: "Good then," The General commented. "Show me to them."

: In the storage room, crates were stacked up high. Dust was collecting on most of the old ones, they were labeled with the names of the many countries they were from. They were also labeled with the items they had in them.
: "Is there an item list, Mr. Ord?" The General asked.
: "Sure," Cal said. "Over here, follow me. We have many."
: After going through the list, General Phaceon found what he was looking for.
: "Where is crate number five sixty-eight?" He asked.
: "Right here, General." Cal said as he lead the General to one of the far crates.
: "Open it." He commanded.
: A few minutes went by as Cal went to get a crow bar. He finally came back. He took some time prying it open. 
: "Itís all yours, General." He said.
: The General slowly moved toward the open crate with caution. He removed the hay which was to protect it. He finally found what he was looking for ń The jade handle of a sword! It didnít look like much, but it was what he was looking for.
: "So, what does the DWO want with that?" Cal asked.
: "The who?" The General pretended to ask.
: "Oh yeah," Cal remembered. "Never heard of them."
: "Youíre catching on." The General commented.

:  - - -

: The General walked out of the storage house clutching the Jade handle. He walked into the pod without a word and went back down.
: Cal ran his hands through his hair before walking back into the hut.

: Sitting in his chair sipping a beer he heard Mary come to the door. She was like his take-over when he wasnít there. She managed most of the place and was his main assistant.
: "What was that?" She asked. "Who was that even?"
: "Well Mary," Cal started. "I donít know how to break this to you."
: "Ok, what was it?" She repeated.
: "Well uhÖ" Cal was nervous and speechless.
: "The Dark World Order, right?" She said for him.
: "How did you-" He was interrupted again.
: "I donít want anything to do with them. After my uncle, Nobody was destroyed they been looking for me as if I was responsible and I want nothing more to do with them." She strongly exclaimed.
: "Ok. But I had no choice." He said.
: "I understand." She said. "The ones I want to get my hands on now is that blasted Phoenix Group! They almost cost me my life!"

:  - - -

: The base came up, a small plane went across the steel landing strip. It took off.
: "Ok," Spaltic said. "Go to the location shown on the Valinor files which we have stolen from the Phoenix Group."
: General Phaceon was beside him, his two bodyguards were in the seat behind them.
: "So what good will going to this old man do us?" The General asked.
: "He holds the second half of the jade sword." Spaltic answered. "And he holds something else of use to us."
: "What can that be?" The General asked again.
: "You will see." Spaltic said.

: Finally landing on an open space of land, Spaltic, General Phaceon, and the two bodyguards stepped out. Holding out a microphone, Spaltic spoke into it which boomed through the speakers on the plane.
: "The gatekeeper of the mountain," Spaltic said. "Come out at once!"
: "What do you want, outlander?" A voice boomed from the mountain.
: They all turned around to see a hooded figure. He walked up to them.
: "What is it you want!" He wickedly asked.
: "Are you the gatekeeper?" Spaltic asked.
: "Yes I am!" The man replied. "And what do you want from me, scum!"
: "We would like to discuss something important with you. Very important indeed." Spaltic said.
: "Follow me." The mysterious man said. 
: He led them to the mountain and through a passageway. Inside was like a temple. Ancient carvings and writings were on the walls.
: "What do these writings stand for?" Phaceon asked.
: The man was silent. He led them to a dim room with only a few candles. He gestured them to sit on these large, beanbag-like pillow chairs.
: "Now what is it you want from me, outlander?" He boldly asked.
: "Maybe this will ring a bell." Spaltic said, taking out the jade sword handle.
: The man perked up, his eyes and mouth wide open in awe!
: "Recognize it?" Spaltic said. "Of course you do. And we seek the second piece. Surely you have it, and are willing to hand it over."
: "What is in it for me?" The man asked.
: "What do you want? In exchange for the second piece of course." Spaltic said.
: "There is nothing you have that I can possibly want!" The man said. "Unless you carry revenge for the scum who made me what I am, then yes I will give it to you! But nothing will make up for what has happened to me!"
: "Who did this?î Spaltic asked. "We might know them."
: "They are alive, well, and working for the Phoenix Group!" The man said. "James Lambert, Aragorn, and the Succesor, also known as Short Round!"
: "We are the Dark World Order, enemies of the Phoenix Group." Spaltic said. "We will help you any way we can."
: "The Dark World Order?" The man perked up. "Both the Phoenix Group and you Dark World Order stooges have been looking for Valinor many years, am I correct?"
: "As a matter of a fact, we have been!" General Phaceon spoke up.
: "Well we are reunited!" The man said. "The last time I met you and the Phoenix Group were on Valinor! I am thought to be dead. I guess the battle is continuing again, isnít it?"
: "Yes, it is." Spaltic said. "How do you know us? Who are you anyway?î 
: "My name is Sauron." The man said. "I am thought to have been deceased. Until I used the late Dark World Orderís cloning machine, I put my spirit into one!"
: "Oh, I see." Spaltic said. "So you will join us, wonít you?
: "Yes, I will." Sauron said. "Although you canít permanently sew the patches of what the Phoenix scum have done to me, I will use all I got to at least stop them. Show them how I felt in Valinor!"
: "Good." Spaltic calmly said with relief. "Now, the second piece. Letís discuss this privatelyÖ"

:  - - -

: "Iím telling you for the fourth timeńI donít know what happened to the squadronís. The radar showed a brilliant flutter of light and then the jets disappeared from the monitors and the radios." Indy/Riggs exclaimed.
: "This is very weird how they disappeared without no other sign of enemy squadrons or anything. Is it possible they used a cloaking device or stealth fighters? It just donít make sense. There isnít any bases nearby that area. They couldnít possibly-" Micah was interrupted.
: "Letís just call this a day, shall we?" General Michaelson spoke out. "We got to organize our search teams and such. Whining about the same thing over and over isnít gonna get us an inch in this scenario!"
: Silence.
: "Good," Michaelson exlcaimed. "We have contacts in Cairo who have reported military radio frequencies from an unidentified base. Itís possible that these people might be the ones weíre looking for. You will be escorted by a local Cairo welcoming committee. Meg has took the responsibility to leading this small mission. She has chosen a team. Meg, is your team ready?"
: "Yes, we are ready." Meg replied. "Our team consists of Indy, the Lambertís, Short Round, and Ben (friend of Indy)."
: "Good." Michaelson commented. "Tomorrow you will board your private jet to Cairo."

:  - - -

: Meg, Indy/Riggs, the Lambertís, Shorty, and Ben ran to their jet. As they boarded they were served with a brunch, TV and DVD/VHS tapes and discs, and computer games. It was the life on this luxury jet. Well to them it was a luxury jet. James and Shorty played multiplayer in Jedi Knight on the computer, Brett watched E.T., Meg watched TV and Indy slept.
: They finally reached their destinationÖ

: A crowd gathered at the landing strip. The crew got off.
: "This sun is doing murder to my sensitive Italian skin." Shorty quoted Jar Jar.
: They chuckled at his remark.
: "Guys," Ben(friend of Indy) spoke out. ěIíll wait in the plane. I am fighting Boc in Jedi Knight!î
: "Ok," Meg said. "Just donít get in trouble if you decide to come and find us."

: As they walked through the market place, James and Shorty walked off. Meg and Indy were with the tour guide. Meg started to finger this one necklace.
: "This is nice-" As she turned around, the tour guide wasnít there. "Indy?"
: "Iím right here." He said as he was checking out a stand with all these bullwhips. Brett was right beside him.
: "Where did our tour guide go?" She asked.
: "I was wondering the same thing." Indy said.
: Suddenly, out of no where, all these guys armed with swords and machine guns came towards them. They were surrounded.
: "We could really use James and Shorty right now!" Meg spoke out.

: James and Shorty ran to a halt in the dead end alley.
: "Perfect!" James started to curse under his breath.
: The thugs came from behindńthey were cornered.
: "Not very funny!" Shorty exclaimed.

: 
: Well guys, that's it. Tell me what you think and I'll post chapter II as soon as possible! See ya's, Shorty.
: "I'm afraid they'll tell me I'm no good!" -George McFly, BTTF.

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