Manually added by Adept Morgan B. Sorenn

Act 1.

Setting: Chyron. A night club is in the backdrop, where music can be heard coming through the doors.Enter our heroes, Raistline Majere and Catmatui into the city streets.

Catmatui: Wow, that music is loud. Should we make them lower the bass through violence or through an epic dance off?

Raistline: No my apprentice. We have to meet up with Torin Morgath. We have a low profile to keep.

Enter Torin Morgath. She runs to center screen and begins to sing "Memories" from Cats.

Catmatui: (Aside) Thats her

Raistline: (Aside) Then go to her

Catmatui moves to Torin Morgath. The rear stage lights dim, casting Raistline into darkness and illuminating Catmatui and Torin.

Torin: Are you the one?

Catmatui: The one?

Torin: The one to free me from my burden! So what happens now?

Catmatui: Keep your hand at the level of your eyes

Torin: What?

The lights dim on Catmatui and a single spotlight shines on Torin. She looks past the audience.

Torin: You come to me, yet am I ready? Do I go willingly or flee? No, I wont go back. I am tired of running. I am yours to command. So what happens now?

A second spotlight snaps on Catmatui.

Catmatui: This is my chance to prove myself

Catmatui takes center stage and sings "On my own" from Les Miserables. After the audience applause lowers the house lights return to dim, showing only spotlights on Torin and Catmatui. A runner clears the stage of flowers.

Catmatui: Then there is no other way.

Catmatui begins to choke Torin. As Torin falls to the ground a bright light flashes and a spotlight appears on Raistline.

Raistline: What have you done, 24601? She came willingly.

The lights fade.

Intermission.

Act 2

The curtains open showing Justinios sitting upon a throne. Catmatui stands stage left, looking away from the throne. Stage right Raistline stands over the body of Torin.

Torin: What have I done to deserve this? I came willingly!

Justinios: Talk to me Torin Morgath. You have been brought here manacled and beaten.

Catmatui: That sounds familiar.

Torin: I only want to help.

Raistline (gesturing at Torin): She only wants to help

(aside) We shall kill her in the third act

Catmatui: Methinks that she is terrified enough to give her life to the project.

Justinios stares off blankly. Children are brought up on the stage to try to break his stare. He only blinks.

Torin: You are all crazy. I must help you so that I may escape.

Raistline selects a female audience member and brings them onstage. After revealing to her he has nothing up his sleaves he preforms "the rope" magic trick. The lights dim and he performs the song "How can I love him" while dancing around Justinios' tranced body.

Thunder rolls. Macavity appears and steals away Torin and Justinios.

Raistline: If only we had a major hit.

Catmatui: How about a major hit song?

Catmatui begins to sing "Turn back time." Macavity reappears then dissapears. Torrin and Justinios reappear, Justinios no longer in a trance.

The full cast comes center stage to preform the Cardigan's "Love Fool."

FIN

In case that program doesnt work, here it is:

Her body fell through my fingers.
Groping, reaching, I grabbed for her, but she fell through my fingers like sand in an hourglass.
No! I will not fail her.
Every muscle in my body rippling I heaved her up. Cradling her head in my arms I made sure she could stand on her own. Tired and gasping I leaned on her for support, her, who needed me most. Long I held her in our impassive brace until I felt strength return to my chest.
Stepping back I countered her cold stare. I saw no movement, only my breath moving on the wind. Her emotionless eyes gave me no gesture, no suggestion, only scolding me for helping her. She seemed to not be affected by the cold air, seemed not to breath in the harshness. For a moment I followed suit, holding my own breath and returning that sentry stare.
Determination warmed my blood. Stepping forward I massaged her neck, then her thighs. Was that a look of wanting, I asked myself. No, that is a look of gratitude. Slowly I dragged my fingers up her body, stopping short out of respect. She was beautiful, and shined with my love. My thoughts drifted, wondering if I had ever touched something so perfect. Casually my gloves fell to the ground.
She did not reciprocate my gesture as I felt her with my flesh. But still I held close, imagining my warmth would melt her as I placed the carrot upon her face.

Manually added by Prophet James Lucius Entar

Primeday came
With a wet and rainy day.
Zoron looked for Howie,
For he had something to say.

Zoron bustled into the room,
Prim yet wet from the rain.
He tried to keep his face void
Of the the pain they would gain.

For the Tally’s ruckus:
Of Drusies and Marksus,
Kiras and Yacksus,
Had sent poor Zoron into quite a ruckus

He squeezed the water dry
Letting the water sit
From his cloak to dry
That Chaos had knit.

Looking to the desk
With a forlorn mourn
He threw the cloak down
With a mournful scorn

“I have looked every where”
Zoron cried as he sat
“Bars from like Spanky’s
To dives like the Old Canuuk’s Hat
Eat till you Die and O’l Crubby Crawlers,
And other Howie maters
The list was getting taller and taller.

“I’ll catch your fish for ya”
A voice gladly spoke
As nails drug down a chalk board
And Zoron’s tears began to soak.

“He’s a danger to alll”
Cat mewed to the non reply
“To bars and brewer
Of this non can deny”

She withdrew a bag
Of amazing sorts
That had drumsicles and harmoniclycles
Arrayed in amazing sorts
Crabs and shrimp and feasts alike
Were thrown out of the offices ports.
Tampons oranges
Credits and tags
If it was stolen from Dacey’s
It flew from her bag

“Out with you” Zoron
Cried with a quake
As he was nearly hit
with a double chocolate malt shake

“Here it is” She cried
As Cat pulled out
A Howie-Find-A-Matic
With all the shortcuts

She held the device high
Hoping not to let see
That she was also holding
Nude pictures of me.

Now dear reader
That you have been spared
You might help Zoron
Find Howies secret laird

“A Howie -find-o-matic?!”
Zoron yelled as he shook.
“But the were all destroyed
The last epic gobbledygook”

They both held it together
To revel and rave
In the Consul they would soon save.
But to their demise
Neither ripped nor tatheed
Was a quiet canuck still in his towel tathered.

The two watched as Howie reveled and raved
At the lack of Winter
Or the dragons that were saved.
Cat and Zoron held on tight
As they learned that Castle would be canceled that night.
Dresden would only continue
In a cartoon miniseries
Not only would Canada
Be infected by the ‘Murca stupidity
But his one day off was three hours of Glee

The Howe-Find-A Mastic
Fell with a tumble
As Cat began to pack her bags
Began to mumble:
“I don’t want to be here
When he begins to quake.
Over membership
And the classes they don’t take”

With that she scrambled for the door
And Zorn was left alone once more.
He thought of the Druis and Markus
Yackus and Kiras,
Kooks and Cats and Bubbliest shapes
Even the Raistiest of shakes.
But most of all he thought of the Howe’s aches
And the heartburn poutine must make

Zorn thought as he sat at the desk
That Tally must never rest.
“If we are where he comes to rest
Then Tally should be their best.”

had trouble with doc files recently, so...just in case it didnt save right

K.T.S.M. 3 reflected the light of the dwarf sun Kr’Tall off of it’s fins briefly

before drifting into the dark side of the planet Karufr. Continuing in a never ending orbit

around the planet, K.T.S.M. 3 was one of many satellites used by Taldryan Intelligence.

As the satellite passed over the second largest continent it fed an encrypted package

through the night sky to the Great Hall below.

Ensign Tortrate sat nodding off at his desk as the encrypted files began to

automatically download to his console. Taldryan Intelligence manpower had been

stretched thin, too thin. Pirate attacks, battling the Corporate Sector and infighting with

the other clans in the past year caused a great many casualties and the T.I.D. More agents

being deployed into the field left double shifts for those at home. A greater shield to

defend from the outside, an even greater opening to attack from the inside.

A quiet ding from the console awoke Tortrate abruptly. He brought up the

encryption file and raised an eyebrow. Reaching over to the com he pressed the center

button.
“Sir, we have an encrypted message, level E.K.1. This must be important,” he

spoke with a note of concern in his voice.

“Have it sent to the Spirae immediately,” the voice on the other end commanded.

Aedile Bobecc Varga and Knight Seyda Norith waited in silence. As they waited,

Seyda fought back the urge to leave and return with a giant trash receptacle. Quaestor

Raistline Majere sat working behind what a appeared to be a desk, though Seyda saw it

has a glorified trash can. Papers and data cards were strewn across the desk’s surface,

along with trash, half eaten plates of food, empty coffee cups and an ash try. There were

smears of ash where a half ass attempt to clean up the mess was obviously forgotten.

“I am truly sorry. Behind as always,” Raistline said, throwing a file down onto the

pile. “Please go on Bob.”

“Sir, a E.K. 1 came in half an hour ago regarding the attack.” Bobecc did not stop

talking but noticed Raistline’s posture straighten. “ Intelligence believes they may have

found something. Three encrypted transmissions were sent from a public terminal within

the Ektrosis Temple over the past two weeks.

“Where were they sent?” Raisltine asked.

“The transmissions were bounced off of several locations,” Bobecc continued,

ignoring the interuption. “Intelligence did not find the final destination, but was able to

follow it to Corinae 2 which is within Sphinxian Satellite Technologies territory.

Slowly, Raistline pushed himself to his feet. He allowed for a moment for those

present to see the pain in his face. He walked to the window, looking down the wall of the

Spirae Taldryea. A slow myst had begun to creep up the walls of the Great Hall. Without

looking at his two commanding officers he spoke.

“So, not only does Taldryan have a traitor, but it is one from Ektrosis. This

information is not to leave this room. This is a family affair. I don’t even want Keirdagh

or Howlader to know until we have this straightened out. Seyda will hold an emergency

House meeting in the Aegis Hall while Bob will quietly “question” our members.”

“What about Kooki and Sena?” Seyda spoke up. “They are both away on Omega’s

task force.”

Raistline turned back thoughtful. “Though Kookimarissia still has an Arconan

stench about her, this doesn’t have the feel of Arconain treachery. Consider them both, but keep up your search.” He reached over and grabbed his robes off of his chair. “I’ll

look into recent rogues and then check on your progress. Remember, trust no one.”

Bobecc rubbed his temples and sighed. This is going nowhere he thought as he

watched Warrior Catmatui walk away. He had quietly interviewed every member that had

been present in the past few weeks. No new information had arisen. Each member

seemed equally baffled and pissed over the raid, and were equally vocal at the meeting.

Well, at least she can keep this going for a while he mused, watching Seyda trying to

quell the angry members. Raist can send the mob home when he gets here.

Stealing himself into the shadows, Bobecc quietly left the hall, walking to help

him think. Intelligence would have scoured all holo tapes available of the Ektrois Temple.

Anyone coming near those terminals during any of the access times would be suspect, but

reports stated the files were either corrupt or missing. Anyone with the right slicing know

how or clearance could access them. Maybe even an older clearance….

“A former summit member,” Bobecc mutterd aloud, surprised by how loud his

voice echoed through the halls. He continued his thoughts vocally, as if hearing his voice

would help him think. “They wouldn’t know about the new data storage we’ve installed.

Only current Summit members have access.”

He didn’t notice his pace had quickened to a near jog until he was halfway down

the hallway. Coming to the end of the hall Bobecc punched a button on the panel. The

turbo lift ride was quick and soon the doors opened to Taldryan’s vault. Passing door

after door, each hiding storerooms of Taldryan’s treasures, he moved quickly by. Moving

past the entrance to the Force Nexus and making the last turn he came to a halt.

Always open to her members, Taldryan only had two guards posted in the vault.

Those were to be posted outside the Summit’s storeroom. Both lay on the ground. Pulling

his blaster, Bobecc approached the guards cautiously. They were out cold, but didn’t

seem harmed. Everything seemed wrong.

Strange, a terrorist being careful of those he attacked.

Slowly he raised his hand and keyed in the code to open the door. The door flew

quickly open and he waited outside a moment, waiting for a blaster shot to come from

within. Nothing happened. The saboteur had not bothered turning the lights on and the

room was lit dimly by console screens at the far end. Cautiously he stepped inside. As his

eyes grew accustomed to the darkness he could see a figure waiting for him. Bobecc

raised his weapon towards the figure as the door closed behind him.

“You!” he yelled, fighting the urge to pull his finger on the trigger. “Why? I don’t

understand. Ektrosis has meant everything to you. Taldryan has meant everything to you!”

“A nation’s tragedy is a politician’s spear. Sometimes violence must be used to

unify the masses. Now put that thing away. All the evidence is finally gone.” Raistline

Majere stepped forward and his face was illuminated by a console screen’s light. “Help

your Quaestor to sharpen this spear and drive it into the hearts of Taldryan’s enemies.

.

Has to be nerves.

Cool water splashed Raistline's flushed face. Beads of water slowly trickled through his beard, dripping to the basin below. He stared long and hard into the eyes reflected in the mirror.

Your a killer. Military trained. You've lost a fight with a Dark Lord and still survived. You can handle this.

Through meditation his breath slowly calmed. The prep talk completed, mind set on the mission, he pushed himself from the counter. Turning, he eyed his prey.

Without emotion he donned the plastic gloves. Methodically, he laid down the plastic guard on the table to insure no bodily fluid would stain the table. Callously he lifted the body to the table, withdrawing a knife from his belt. Reaching slowly down he cut.

Raistline’s robed arm covered his nose as the smell wafted to him. This was the part of the mission he knew would be the hardest. Determined hands worked. Another cut of the knife, the body kicking furiously before him. The body screamed, anguished at the torment Raistline pushed on it. Slowly the knife slid from Raistline’s hand to his belt.

Viciously, dispassionately, he tore the soiled cloth still clinging to the body. Discarding it and reaching left, Raistline grabbed the fabric meshed device. Slowly he held it out towards the screaming body, preparing to wrap it above its kicking feet. A warm wet stream splashed upon his face, soiling the locks of his hair.

This is the last time I baby-sit for anyone.

Almost four years ago I came home to a note on my desk.

For the past three years prior to the note I spent most of my time working as a cook in a small pub on Axxila. The pay was lousy and the housing was horrid, but I never seemed to notice. In fact this may have been the only time in my life that I was truly happy; for I had Maria.

While on a reconnaissance mission to Arkanis I had found refuge from the incessant rain in a crowded bar. Sitting in a corner, trying to blend in while nursing my drink, a woman fighting with the jukebox caught my attention. After much shaking and kicking the machine finally gave in to her violent assault. To the annoyance of the crowd on the dance floor an unpopular jizz tune came on. For the next five minutes she was the only one dancing. My eyes never left her as those flowing brown locks of hers danced with her. Two drinks later I had the courage to talk to her.

We were married within the year. I abandoned the Brotherhood, my life for my wife, and settled down on Axxila. Never before had I known such happiness and didn’t mind the working life. I was content, though had no idea she was not. Then one day the note on my desk. She had crawled out of my life, and following, I crawled into a bottle.