Here 'tis! Expect the next one on Sunday.
Entry Two
Twirling her lightsaber expertly, she beheaded a Virus-Imperial-Storm-Trooper (Vist for short) and disemboweled another. Beside her, Captiosus, in wolf-form, leapt upon the chest of another of the viruses. On her other side, a light-knife hovered, Walter, waiting for the opportunity to strike. A fresh batch of Vists arrived, charging towards J. and her friends. A hail of Resistance gunfire from behind them, however, cut most of the Viruses down before they where within striking range of the Intelecteer. J.’s lightsaber was pure black, and it looked very imposing indeed. Rather than lighting up the area around her with a glow, it darkened. Walter, however, was pure white. He dived down and went straight through the gun-hand of another Vist, and it screamed before J. put it out of its misery. The Vists where dressed in white, plate-like armour, and had a tinted black glass eye-holes on their helmets, so that they could see. Each had a large rifle and they knew how to use it. Everyone was exactly identical. The idea had been from Darth Derik. He had tinkered in his evil laboratory, and created the first Vist. He had upgraded it, and made it less independent, more subservient. He had created the perfect soldier, not too large a file, but strong enough. Then he had placed it into a machine and began to copy it. Because the Vists where small files, they copied sooner, unlike their upgrades*. Soon enough he had grown an army, and had invaded the entire Internet. Every day a few more copies where created to bolster the ranks on the resisting sites. Copies of the copier machine where made. The Vists spread. They where known for their suicidal tendencies; they where easily replaceable, so Derik sent waves after waves to attack the last resisting bastions of the Internet without concern for their welfare. They where, however, Viruses, so they couldn’t adapt very well. They where almost machines, and although trained and strong, they couldn’t match the skill of the Resistance soldiers (normal members of the Internet, fighting for their home-sites) which had been hard won in many bloody battles. They had gained experience, and their skills developed, whilst the Vists had stayed the same.
*See Entry Six.
J. was currently on the site “Altavista” and was aiding the Resistance troops fight the Viruses. Suddenly she sensed something behind her, and she turned. A cloaked figure with a purple lightsaber was making its way towards her. PJ! J. charged straight at him, sabre flailing. “Stop!” PJ yelled, in a feminine voice. His hood fell back to reveal that he, was not a he after all, nor was she a PJ. “Pandora!” J. said. “I thought you where PJ!” Pandora’s face darkened. “He stole my lightsaber colour! Purple is mine, and mine alone! And Cel’s. I swear one day, PJ’s gonna pay….” “What are you doing here?” “I’ve come to fight the forces of the Empire. So why are YOU here?” J. shrugged. “The same reason. But Altavista is important enough for both of us to be here, so I don’t mind you here.”
“You see that large-ish machine over there?” J. pointed to a small lump in the distance. She handed Pandora the binoculars. She peered through. A large metal dome stood there, like a giant metallic pimple. Between the two Intelecteers and the dome, there where a hell of a lot of Vists. “That’s their copier machine. We destroy that, and we cut off their reinforcements. At least, for a while. I was going to try it myself soon, I’ve just been trying to kill as many as I can so it would be easier, which is very, very hard. It’s like trying to stop a facet from flowing your bare hands. We kill many, but every day, new Vists attack, whilst our old soldiers resist. Their wearing us down. I was beginning to lose hope. But, since you’re here, we can try and destroy their machine together. And we have to walk too, ‘cos they have anti-ship guns. It sucks.” Pandora thought for a few seconds. She had lost many friends in the destruction of 667. “If it helps hold back the Empire, why not?”
That next morning, the two Intelecteers led a wave against the Vists. The Resistance troops where like a giant arrow, with Pandora and J. at the tip of it. They where cutting their way through the enemy’s ranks like a knife through butter. And the giant arrow, like a wedge, moved forwards, the two Intelecteers at the front cutting a path, the soldiers at the sides making sure no Vists came close. And so the two Programmers battled their way towards the dome, until a mere fifty meters separated them from their target. J. and Pandora then combined their powers, and sent a ripple of Code in front of them, knocking several hundred Vists off their feet. And then they ran. They sprinted past the felled viruses, just as the remaining Resistance army behind them retreated. The Vists calculated the two choices, and decided to follow the Resistance, as they had more numbers, and where as such, a bigger threat. Obviously, the Virus-Imperial-Storm-Troopers had never heard of Intelecteers before.
Speaking of, the two female Intelecteers crept towards the door of the giant dome. They where quite surprised when a female teenager appeared in front of them out of thin air. “Yay, I’m in a 667 fic!” Shrieked Scam, before disappearing in a puff of rainbow smoke. “What was that all about?” J. asked, confused. “I think this link might help:
Link explaining Random Happening” Pandora said, and waved her hand, and the link appeared. “No time for that now!” J. said, and hurried onwards. Pandora paused, deleted the link, and then followed her comrade. “Why are we finding the door when we could just burn a hole into the wall with our lightsabers?” Pandora finally asked. J. stopped. “Oh.” She said.
Five minutes and a burnt hole later, they where inside. “Inside” was cramped, and dark. “Where are we?” J. whispered. Pandora shrugged. She put her hand on the wall in front of her, and pushed. The wall swung open to reveal that it was not, in fact, a wall, but a door. A cupboard door. “I think we’re in a cupboard.” J. said, and stepped into the light. “Why was it empty?”* Pandora asked. J. shrugged. “And what are in those cupboards over there,” (she pointed) “marked “Vist Armour Cupboard?”
*It’s empty because I only realized after I wrote that it was empty that it shouldn’t be. But then this paragraph came to mind, and I decided to write it instead of deleting the emptiness of the cupboard. Bumps up the word count. Creates the illusion of big-ness. Big=good. At least, I hope so.
A few moments later, two Intelecteers dressed in Vist armour rounded a corner, saluted two guards and passed through a doorway, heading for the center of the building, where, no doubt, the copy-machine would be. Captiosus had taken the form of a fly and sat on J.’s shoulder, resisting the urge to buzz around annoyingly. Walter was hidden in her robes underneath the armour. They passed another set of guards, and Pandora assumed they would be near the center. They passed a final pair of guards, and then they went through a small doorway/hallway. Then they arrived in a large, round room. At the end of it a giant machine stood. It was very bizarre. In the center of a large mass of wires, cables, pipes and metal things, a glass tube filled with some sort of liquid held an armour-less Vist, no doubt the one that was being copied. A naked Vist looked exactly like a human, but without any features; their skin was sort of grey, with tiny grey lines criss-crossing, making it look like they where wearing very fine mesh. They had no hair, ears or sexual organs. Two black orb-like eyes sat on its face, expressionless. A firm line was the mouth. Attached to the Vist where several tubes. It wasn’t moving. There was a flap, and a conveyer belt where the newly-copied Vists where, presumably, spat out. But no sooner had Pandora and J. entered the room, when a thick metal door slammed shut behind them, and a large metal wall descended in front of them, blocking the machine off. They where trapped.
Unbeknownst to the Intelecteers, they had been scanned as they had entered the room. The scanner was made to scan the newly-made Vists to make sure they where untainted and completely healthy. So when J. and Pandora had walked through the doorway/hallway combo, it had detected that they where human, and had activated its defenses. The door behind them was made of thick metal, but their lightsabers would cut through them, given time. The same thing applied to the metal wall before them. But somehow, J. doubted they would have a lot of time. Some kind of defense system was about to go off. She felt it. She began to take off her armour. “No point keeping these on.” She informed Pandora. Walter sprang from her robes, free once more. J. whirled around as she heard an odd scraping noise. She saw a hatch in the floor open. “Oh oh.” She said as a large metallic humanoid appeared from the hole. A giant robot was slowly being moved up by some hidden lift. The robot was, in fact, a Battle-Droid. It was roughly 4 meters tall, and had claws instead of fingers. On each shoulder a plasma-cannon rested. In a close quarter fight, they where useless, but had the droid been outside, battling the Resistance, they would have been quite effective. Its metallic eyelids opened and two red eyes could be seen. The creature focused its gaze upon the Intelecteers. It took a step forwards.
J. turned on her lightsaber. “Leave this to me.” She said and dashed forwards. She ran straight for the creature’s legs, and swung her lightsaber hard at one leg. To her utmost surprise, the saber bounced back instead of cutting through the metal. So surprised was she, that her lightsaber was ripped from her hands. “That’s not good.” She said, as she froze in front of the droid, weaponless. A huge clawed hand swung at her, and flung her across the room where she struck the floor hard. Pandora, learning from J.’s attack, ran forwards, and hacked at the creature’s leg. Her saber bounced off the droid’s reinforced skin. She ducked the creature’s swiping hand, and hit the leg again. She danced around the droid’s legs, hacking to and fro, until a hand caught her on her shoulder and knocked her back. She skidded across the floor. Meanwhile, J. had recovered. Walter and Captiosus flew around the battle-droids head, confusing it, and in Walter’s case, causing minor damage to its face. “It’s indestructible!” Puffed J. Blood ran down her head. She didn’t seem to notice. “No, look!” Pandora said, and pointed to the creature’s leg. In the areas they had struck it, there where slight burn marks. “We’ll just have to keep hitting it. Like a lumberjack.” She paused for a moment. “I have a plan.”
Because the droid wore reinforced armour, it moved rather slowly, as it was very, very heavy. But it was virtually indestructible to normal weapons. Lightsabers where hardly normal, so they could pierce the armour, but only with great difficulty. And the droid would hardly allow an Intelecteer to calmly burn through its arm. J. dashed forward, wary of the swiping claws of the creature. She threw her lightsaber, and it hit the creature straight in the chest, causing a black mark and a slight indent. The saber flew back into her hand. The creature, noiselessly, took a mighty step and swiped down at J., who dodged skillfully. And then Pandora struck. Using the droid’s forwards momentum, she closed her eyes and focused. Then, using the mystic powers of the Code, she pulled as hard she could. The battle-droid teetered precautious for a moment, before it fell to the floor with a large boom. J. leapt clear at the last moment, as Pandora dashed forwards. Working together, the two Intelecteers pressed their lightsabers onto the robot’s right hand, burning through the reinforced metal. The creature was stunned for a moment, then it knocked the lightsabers away, and pushed itself upright again. Pandora shouted, and leapt upwards* and slashed as hard as she could at the weakened hand. There was a terrible rending noise and the giant metallic hand fell to the floor. Pandora landed on her feet and the droid grabbed her with its other hand. She shouted and dropped her lightsaber, but it held her tight, and began to squeeze.
*Really, really high. It looked pretty cool too. Her old master would have been proud.
J., realizing her companion was in mortal danger, did the only she could. Using the Code, she leapt up high…and landed on the creatures shoulders. She held tight with her legs, and used her arms to drive her beam-sword into the creature’s reinforced head. It froze, and hurled Pandora aside. Its arm-stump tried to knock her off, but she ducked and it missed her. Walter struck the droid’s remaining hand whilst Captiosus, in bird form, was clawing at the creature’s face, obscuring its view. J. continued to dig into its skull as the droid reached up to yank her off. J. raised her left hand and held the creature’s hand back (with the Code, of course) whilst she continue to burn through the armour with her right hand. Walter took the opportunity to strike the hand, and one of the three metal claws fell off the hand and clattered onto the floor. The amputated hand-arm swung up, and J. prepared to jump off the creature, but it stopped suddenly, held in place by the Code. Pandora was back in action. Then J. pressed down one final time and her saber burrowed into the head of the droid, immediately destroying several cables and blinding the creature. She withdrew the lightsaber and places both hands into the hole. The left arm, freed once more, was about to strike her when J. shot electricity into the creature, short-circuiting it and temporarily paralyzing it.
The droid froze as lightning cascaded through it and Pandora dashed forward and began to burn through the robot’s leg. J. shook as she labored to keep zapping the creature. Her face turned pale. Pandora gave a shout of triumph as the creature’s leg fell away, and the entire robot started to fall. J. leapt off the head as it fell, and landed hard on the floor, winded. “Immobilize its arms!” Panny shouted, and drove her lightsaber through the arm-stump of the creature, pinning it down. J. stumbled forwards, and did the same with the droid’s arm. She weakly hung onto the saber, using her remaining Code-power to keep its arms pinned down. Walter dived down and began to dig into the creature’s back, and towards the main circuits. J. screamed as the arm pushed upwards, Pandora shouted for Walter to hurry up as J. was grabbed by the hand. J. shouted as it began to crush her, but then Walter struck the main circuit board and the entire battle-droid shut down. Its hand stopped squeezing. Pandora sighed in relief as J. weakly forced the hand open, and dropped to the floor. A weak smile played across her face, and she passed out.
When she awoke, Pandora had already cut a hole through the door and through the wall. The guard Vist outside had been dealt with, as well as the confused new-formed one Pandora had found inside, sitting naked on the conveyor belt. She came through the hole in the wall and saw that her companion had awoken. “Are you ok? Are you able to run?” J. felt sore all over, but she nodded. Pandora smiled, and withdrew a metallic sphere from her robes. She fiddled with it, and tossed it through the hole. “Let’s get outta here.” She said.
Five minutes and several dead Vist guards later, the two Intelecteers stumbled from the building in a shambling run and headed back to their base camp. The battle still seemed to be going on. Then there was an almighty bang and the dome behind them was replaced by a huge fire. Pandora and J. where hurled forwards as the dome behind them exploded. They wearily got up, and began to limp home, weary smiles playing across their faces.
The Vists where no longer being controlled by the dome, and kept doing what their last order had been: attack the enemy fort. So when Pandora and J. appeared at their rear, they didn’t react at all. Pandora and J. withdrew one of their spare metal-sphere bombs, and tossed them in the crowd. The Vists, bereft of any orders, ignored the bombs and where incinerated by the twin blasts. J. and Pandora then attacked the survivors with the lightsabers. Luckily the remaining Vists didn’t turn around and fight the Intelecteers, for Pandora and J. where very, very tired. So they just stumbled back and forth, killing Vists as they fired upon the Resistance fort. The remaining Vists, caught between two fronts, soon crumbled. Altavista was free once more.
PJ's thoughts: I liked this Entry quite a bit. It was a way of introducing J. and Panny, and has little overall relevance to the whole story. Actually, most of the Entries have little relevance to the whole story. Actually, there is little of the whole story at all.
It's quite depressing.