“WILL YOU ALL BE QUIET!” yelled Querida, slamming her hands on the wooden mahogany table. There was a loud bang and smoke rose from magefire that scorched the table. Some of the closet pyromaniacs gathered in the crowded conference room liked the smell immensely.
“But I was trying to say-” began lots of other people.
“Another peep out of one of you,” said Querida through gritted teeth, “And whoever it is spends the rest of his life as a snake!”
Most of the people immediately went quiet, although there were a few mumbles of how much a relief might being a snake be. A glare from Querida was enough to shut them up.
Querida possessed what you might call an aura of menace. Although she was small, wrinkled, greenish and from another world, she was a force to be reckoned with. Even both the Haporis were in awe of her.
Some people still went on talking, ignoring the threat. “…the Comics section is under siege by the newbies. Some comic makers have gone missing. We fear that they might have been held to ransom or have defected to their side…” droned on one famous comic maker’s hologram.
“We BZPRPGers had no choice but to surrender,” said a famous general’s hologram from the BZPRPG section. His voice took on a grim tone. “They have herded our people into camps and are killing us systematically.” He frowned. “There is a Resistance movement, but we have limited funds and weapons. We need help-” the hologram suddenly fizzled out.
All eyes turned to a headset-wearing Matoran in shock, who swiftly manipulated some keys on his laptop and grimaced. “They can’t trace us, but have disabled the communications in and out of that place.”
Querida stood up. Her hands were shaking and she gripped the table so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her eyes had bags under them due to the lack of sleep. She gave a small cough and indicated Hapori Tohu. “Hapori Tohu, if you will, please provide us the gist of your letters.” She indicated the second smallest hologram.
As all eyes turned to Hapori Tohu, for the first time in his life, he felt nervous. This is what it must be like for mortals, he thought. Only this time, I’m the mortal one.
He felt the sweat beading down his face and it was so cold. He gulped and felt a bubble of laughter rising up his throat. Recognizing it somehow as hysteria, he began his speech, only to stutter. “W-we…”
Hapori Dume quickly came to his brother’s rescue. “Querida, I do apologize.” He picked up Tohu’s broken speech and began again, leaning on the table and looking at everyone venomously. “We have been exiled from Paradiso. Our people have been forced to live off the land and although we can hold the hackers back for some time, it would not last forever as our people need food, water and other resources fast. You must be aware, Querida-”
Querida’s hands went up. “I am aware of that, Hapori Dume. Now, since we have already reached crisis point, as shown by the pile of letters here-” Here she indicated the pile of letters on the sagging table, “-we need to end this war quickly, or else BZPower would be lost.”
“And have you found a way?” asked V3f3 eagerly.
“There is no way.” replied Querida curtly.
The disappointment and rage in the room rose to new heights as everyone gathered in the conference room shouted “WHAT?” as one.
“I knew it. Querida’s a useless ######!” yelled a hotheaded Toa of Fire, when he suddenly gasped and shrunk into a snake.
The room immediately went quiet, save for the hissing of the snake-Toa. All eyes swiveled to Querida who was pointing her finger at the Toa who had just swore. She looked far better than before.
“I haven’t finished yet,” she said. “There is no way, which I can think of, that would shorten this war. Should I remind you that we are currently trapped in the forums and that we cannot attack That Hacker since we don’t know who he is? ”
“But he’s not mortal.” piped up Turaga Narka.
“And so aren’t we, and anyway, I hear he has been grooming some apprentices to take his place one day.” whispered Turaga Gans to Turaga Narka, who shuddered.
Hapori Dume’s eyes darted to both Turagas in warning. “Don’t say anything of that sort outside of this room. It may be untraceable, but if That Hacker detects anything said about him like that…” He made a sharp movement with his hand across his throat.
“Can I finish?” said Querida. “As I said before, there is no way which I can think of to end this war quickly, but I propose we start recruiting new people, people with fresh ideas.” She surveyed the room. Everyone was staring at her, with confusion in their faces. Some of them were still murmuring and some of them spoke out.
“And how do you propose that we recruit them and how’s that going to change anything?!” shouted one.
“They will come of their own accord. Some of them we will reach out to. Also, we need all the help we can get.” replied Querida. “Now, if no one has any objections, I suggest we all return to our respective sections.”
Everyone silently shuffled out of the conference room.
As we end on a sombre note, let me explain some things.
BZPower Forums is under attack. Again.
This time it's a hacker. No one know who it is, only this time he's far worse than the others before him. He has already wrested control of some of the sections. The BZPRPG section has fallen, along with a few others.
Now, if you're wondering why is this considered a comedy, this is just a prologue. The actual story hasn't started yet.
If you want to join this comedy, fill this in and PM it to me.
Section of The Forums:
Would you like to write a chapter? [Y/N]:
Edited by TradTheMentalist, Jul 22 2012 - 09:14 AM.