Well here is this friday's U.R.S. vs F.I.S. episode. It is the start of a long mini-saga that streches untill the end of this season and into the first few episodes of season 2. So please comment, rate, enjoy and say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Iadsgb.
About this creation
As The Calm Before the Storm flew from the crystalline planet the bridge’s holo-projector started beeping.
Iadsgb flicked the on switch and a ghostly blue hologram appeared.
He frowned at the figure. It was of a tall, black haired man in long, brown, flowing robes.
"What are you; Some kind of Jedi?" The F.I.S. leader asked coldly.
"No." replied the man boldly. "I am Bisvernicof, the leader of a secret society known as the OvaSeers. We see the force in its entirety. We see you. We see R.K Blast. We see the war and the devastation it is causing and we beg of you. It must stop. Countless lives have been wasted over a simple matter of leadership! You must see sense!"
"So...Wait a minute. You want ME to call a ceasefire against that treacherous scum; Blast!" Iadsgb spat with loathing.
“Yes! Please; for the sake of the universe, stop your endless squabbling!” the OvaSeer begged.
“Why?! Why should I listen to you? You’re just another pathetic life-form from some far corner of the galaxy. You offer me nothing for doing this. There’s nothing in it for me. If I call a ceasefire, my troops will believe me to be a coward, I won’t get to crush Blast and he will regain control of the F.I.S.! No; I won’t do it.” As Iadsgb spoke, Bisvernicof watched him thoughtfully.
“No. There will be no ceasefire. Goodbye Mr. Bisvernicof.” Iadsgb went to switch off the holo-projector but suddenly the OvaSeer said something that made him stop. Four simple, little words that would shape the course of history. They were “What about your face?”
“Go on.” Iadsgb replied, intrigued.
“The OvaSeers are not just any, as you call us, “Pathetic Life-forms”. We are ancients. We can perform magic with our mystic powers... including healing things.” The half of Iadsgb’s face that was human twitched slightly and Bisvernicof smiled. He knew he had hit the right spot.
“Would it be possible,” said Iadsgb after a short pause “To heal my face?” he asked.
“Not unless you do something for us.” Bisvernicof replied bluntly, but with a small smile on his face. “And you know what that something is already Mr. Iadsgb.”
Iadsgb turned away from the hologram to think. Hundreds of possibilities raced through his mind as he tried to find a way of calling a ceasefire to have his face healed, but at the same time crushing Blast. Suddenly he had an idea and turned back to the OvaSeer.
“Of course, to maintain a proper and registered ceasefire, myself and Blast would have to have a meeting and sign the records sheet.” He said.
“Indeed.” Bisvernicof agreed then Iadsgb asked him,
“When you say that you want us to call a ceasefire, do you mean just a temporary one or a full-time one?”
“Full-time. This war must be stopped for ever.”
“And you don’t care how it ends?”
“No just as long as you don’t destroy the universe doing it.” Bisvernicof folded his arms.
Iadsgb smiled. “Very well; a ceasefire shall be called! Denser! Patch me through to The Manipulator.” He called.
“You get your way, I get mine!” Iadsgb smiled manically at Bisvernicof who smiled in return as his hologram fizzled out.
On The Manipulator the main holo projector rang. Fixer switched it on and a huge hologram appeared. Because he had not seen Iadsgb recently, he didn’t recognize him with half a metal face.
“Can I help you?” he asked Iadsgb.
“Don’t you recognize me Fixer?!” Iadsgb replied smiling and Fixer gasped as he realized who it was. Iadsgb continued, “Get me Blast.”
5 Days Later...
The date was set, the place was ready. Now was the time. The epic war between the United Rebelling Systems and the Federation of Independent Systems was about to end...
On the barren homeworld of the Sith, Korriban, home of evil and treachery, deep within the harsh temples, two men walked slowly into the middle of the meeting chamber. It was a dark room with bland stone walls covered in Sith scribblings from over thousands of years. The two men met at each end of the stone table situated in the center of the room. They both sat on the rock chairs provided.
"Iadsgb." said one.
"Blast." grunted the other.
Iadsgb and R.K. stared at each other.
"So," began Blast, “You have finally seen sense. You have finally decided to give up your hopeless struggle against me and hand leadership of the F.I.S. back to me."
“Well, not exactly.” Iadsgb replied.
“Oh, come on! Neither of us is willing to kill the other over this war and you know that as well as I. I think that this deal or whatever it was with these OvaSeer people you were talking about is a great idea. You get your face fixed, and I must admit, you looked a lot better as a normal human! The war ends. I get control of the Federation again and we can go back to being friends!” Blast reasoned.
"Well it’s not quite as simple as that any more, because some of what you have just said is wrong. I am willing to kill you to win this war." replied Iadsgb calmly and Blast frowned and stiffened slightly.
"You see. I used the OvaSeers demand to get you here.” Iadsgb continued.
“This is a trap! You tricked me!” Blast shouted and stood up while slowly reaching for his pistols.
“Goodbye; Old friend.” Iadsgb said simply putting his fingers in a steeple position. "Wha-" began Blast, but he was cut off in mid sentence as a volley of green beams flew from a hidden panel in the wall and struck him. He crashed from his seat to the floor as Iadsgb gently stood up and walked round to him.
“Korriban; homeworld of the Sith. Homeworld of treachery.” Iadsgb spoke softly to the body of his former friend
then turned and walked calmly from the room as though nothing had happened.
The OvaSeers wanted the war to end and now it should, because R.K Blast, was no more.
BUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT? FIND OUT IN PART 18! COMING FRIDAY 11TH DECEMBER!