She put out her cigarette. Got up and with 4 paces reached her target, with her nose almost touching his Zazz could smell his blood and sweat, she
continued her interrogation through gritted teeth.
"Tell me how you got the flags, this is the last time I'll ask nicely"
She pulled his head back roughly by the scruff of his fringe and he peered at her through one bloodied swollen eye. He licked the blood dribbling from
his nose and began to laugh.
"I ain't tell you nothin b*tch"
Zazz flung his head out of her hand and kicked out the chair he was sitting on with her steel capped boots.
She walked back to her comrades in the room, they had been watching her interrogation through the smokey haze billowing from Hellmutt's mouth.
She took his cigarette and bit it between her lips, inhaled and spoke at the same time.
"This tosser isn't going to tell us anything, unless we get Memoryshock in, we need MK Ultra"
Helmutt turned to Schrodingers Dog and in a gruff Norwegian accent asked him;
"Have ya finished eating all ya Atomic Wings?"
The dog growled and nodded his head.
"Then go, take him to the mutter box, there is no windows or air there, lets see how long this ahole lasts"
The Dog lifted his muscular hulk from the chair and straightened his shock of thick black hair, no one dared to make light of his rug, a fiercer
fighter in the war no one had seen.
Zazz winced as the Dog led the conspirator away to the box, she knew there was not much chance of his survival, let alone talk. The last time he
deployed his Atomic Wings Gas Propulsion a spiral appeared in the sky above Norway. That Spiral started this whole damn mess, people panicked they saw
it and mistook it for the mark of the beast, thought armageddon was upon them and anarchy and mass defections ensued. New Boards appeared everywhere,
disgruntled members who didn't believe the story that a out of control Dog on rollers skates on a Russian submarine deploying Atomic Wings gas attack
excercises went horribly wrong.
Defections were rife and double agent infiltrators to ATS spread like a pig with a virus.
Zazz looked at her commander.
"Do you want me to get the others online now?"
He lit another cigarette " Ya, its time"
They were in a damp and dark underground bunker, Hellmutt's mothers basement to be precise. Zazz sat herself infront of her beloved Zazzbot, her
Artificial Intelligence system they used for Covert Ops. She bent down to plug her baby in....a mainframe masterpiece, a hackers dream. Hellmutt
peered at her butt admiringly, but he knew he couldn't have her. He was needed more elsewhere, that Blondie Flag Whore bit of fluff would just
distract him from his mission. These people needed a leader, and by Zorgons beard, he was gonna be that for them. The 3 Amigos could never know, they
had to maintain the front of T and C compliance for all the world, or all would be lost.
She patched into a Sataleite link the Zazzbot hijacked for these raids and started to alert the others.
One by one through white screen fuzz they came up.
First was Team America, platoon leader, General Eyes. Zazz caught her off guard, she was passionately kissing the Yahoo Serious poster in the
"GE, FFS He's fat and bald now, give it up, we are in serious times here, patch in Ashley D "
GE startled, straightened her skirt that had crawled up during her passionate 2D poster embrace and ran to the camera.
"Sorry Zazz, I just tried her, at the moment she is in a Karaoke-Off with JaxonRoberts, Ash is singing the the Gospels 1 through to 4, and Jax is
trying to break her faith down with the Satanic Bible in reverse sung to Im a Barbie Girl melody. KosmikJack is adjudicating, but shes busy lying on
the Steinway making eyes at the suspected Reptilian Piano player"
"Well get the rest of your team ready for assault now"
GE straightened her glasses nervously "Umm Zazz, Is Hellmutt ready there now?"
"Yes, he gave the order "
"Ummm do you mind putting him off a bit, play some Lithuanian 70s death metal, the other ground soldiers are kinda busy"
"WTF, what do you mean, there is a war going on now, what else could they be busy with? The smart grid is ours only for a limited time!"
"Umm Slayer 69 is chasing Kryties trying to lethally inject him for his anti capital punishment threads, last I saw they were playing skirmish down
in Baton Rouge. Jkrog08 is holed up in the Visitors District 9 brothel, addicted to alien love, I haven't been able to bring him back from the brink,
he's proposed marriage to his favouite hooker hybrid 'Foxy Reptili-ass"
Zazz slapped the desk in front of her and leaned in to the camera and hissed.
"You're are a flag warning away from not only a Post Banning, but losing your Command Post, I suggest you get your forum team in order soldier,
She patched in the connection for the next team from her homeland Australia, she felt a twang of homesickness, but she knew it wasn't the same place
anymore, not since the rise of the Board Wars.
Into her headset she commanded Zazzbot;
"Patch in Oz Weatherman"
She waited a few seconds before his image came into focus. Sitting spreadeagled on a old torn couch with a can of Fosters in each hand he raised them
drunkedly and slurred;
"Hey hey Zazzy ! Forecast just in- me and you baby with a slight chance of moisture"
Zazz rolled her eyes.
"Get your hand off it OZ, and mobilise your team"
"Will do sweet cheeks, I can see your two 'cans of drink' from here baby woooaahhh! Great Cans!, I'd drink from your jugs of beer any day"
He leaned forward and patched in his team members, Zazz waited to hear their connection.
"Chadwickus online, InfaRedMan and Roswell1 online"
Zazz spoke tersly.
"OZ you are no longer in command of Team Oz, IRM and Chad, You will assume 2nd in charge under Sanctum, Oz as of today you're demoted to
She flicked them to holding pattern and asked the zazzbot to connect Team Canada. As always Gatou789 was ready and waiting, serious to the end, he
would never let them down. Zazz tried to not look directly at him on camera as he was dressed only in boxer shorts, a Masonic Apron and wearing his
"TribeWilder and Intrepid are around-a-boot already and online. To The Tenth Power is having a coffee with Angelina Jolie, they are comparing
adopted babies, he thinks he's finally over taken her count with his Korea acquisition"
"Very Good Gman, bring him in, and her, she looks like she could handle herself in a fight, stand by'
'Team America B' she commanded the bot. The video screen tuned into a pole dancer hanging upside down, MBlahnikluvr turned to the camera and
shimmied her way back down the pole then skipped over to her live feed.
"Hey Zazz, a girls gotta keep working, these Visitors pay really well, and they never want to touch, hang 1 minute I'll grab the team"
She was the bubbliest of people, even through all the crap they had all endured, she never gave up hope, hope that one day they would be victorious.
She gathered her team to the same camera feed, Spirambalis and Internos were already at her underground club. Spira played the acoustic guitar for the
dancers, whilst Internos took all the photos he could of the girls claiming "athletic training purposes".
Zazz looked around for her best fighter .
"Zazz , I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this. We lost Devo, he was waiting tables at a Chippendale's underground 'all the meat you can eat',
and the Vegans from the Meat Bashing thread found him, they, they...I can't even say what they did to him, I'm sorry Zazz, I know he meant alot to
Zazz didn't let her pain show.
"This is war Mblah, there will always be losses, you need to get a replacement, I need you to find another Metro Sexual Texan who can shoot out
karaoke rounds at 17 songs per minute at Applebees, there has to be another, he can't have been the only one!"
Zazz continued to mobilize the batallion for the assault, she couldn't think of her loss. The other teams were all ready to go, just Team UK
"Blup Blup here and ready to kick some arse commander!"
"Blups, can you not dress in just a loin cloth when we do this, and take off those ridiculous angel wings, Gay Mardi Gras is in March, patch in my
girl crush Caitlinfae and Kandinsky, He's online I saw him trying to beat ancient astroNUT theorist Zorgon into submission in the Ancient
civilisations forum earlier.
I won't accept your earlier report of losing Nefermore to battle of the keyboard synthesizer bands competition in Blackpool, he needs to stand his
ground, go get him back, we can't afford even one more loss"
Zazz pushed back her chair and turned to Hellmutt.
"We're ready as we'll ever be, we've had some losses, heavy ones, we're going to need to get The Dog back out here for this"
Zazz virtually logged into the mutterbox, she saw before her the lifeless body of the double agent competitor board collaborator.
"Dog, did he speak? we need you in the basement and patched into the zazzbot"
He swung around to look at her in the camera and wiped his lips, and released a finally deadly Atomic Wings Gas blow to be sure there was no coming
back from the dead, post banning.
Zazzfrazz, Schrodingers Dog and Hellmutt sat side by side, a quietness hung thick in the air. The silence was broken by the simultaneous clicking of
keyboards as their world wide network commenced its assault. They had this in the planning since the spiral, and at last they would be victorious, for
the Board Wars would come to an end today. There could be only one victor, and the ATS battalion would fight to their last breath or until Hellmuts
mother came into the basement and told them all to go home.
"Victory or Death!" was the battle cry resounding from Hellmutts lips and down through the Zazzbot, unfortunately he sounded like the Muppets
Swedish Chef, so as the battalion charged with a frenzy never seen before, they knew not their final command...
[edit on 1-1-2010 by zazzafrazz]