Anarchy Unlimited

For the past few years the world has seen a resurgence of super powered individuals, most who use their powers for evil purposes. A group has been formed to combat these beings. The group is known as Anarchy Unlimited.

Anarchy Unlimited has lost communication with a research vessel. A rescue team has been dispatched to investigate what happened.

And thus the story begins..

The silence is maddening.

Matthew: " Think their dead Tank "?

Tank: " That's what we're going to find out Matt ".

Matthew: " I had two friends on that research vessel "...

Viper: " We all had friends on that ship but if we dwell on that, it's going to seriously cloud the focus of this
mission "..

Matthew: " Our world goes through so many changes ". " There's been no sign of any war for years ". " Whenever we get word about war brewing the delegates go and work the problem out whatever it may be and than my friends disappear ". " Why does it have to happen to me and the people I love ".

Tank: " Matt, enough ok "? " None of us want to be here, four million miles away from home, so can it ".

Viper: " We're landing ".

Tank: " Ok people, we're here ". " You all know what our mission is so lets get this job done and return home ". " Matt come with me, everyone else split up and keep in radio contact every ten minutes " . " Good luck "!

Everyone is off the liner in seconds and when they see the planet they are all shocked. Nothing. Nothing at all. A planet that was once rich in water and plant life, lays in waste. Nothing but land... dry scorched land.

“Youre dead Anarchy…you and you're fucking Council!!!!!! You hear me…..??? DEAD….I promise you…..!!!!!!!!”

Greg: “So noted….” *detached tone* “Private…get this shit out of here…”

The prisoner is restrained and led away…his threats continue…his voice trailing away…

Kat: *relieved sigh and shiver* “I never get used to it… in fact the more I see one of those betraying parasites the more it makes me wanna puke!”

Kat: “I wont pretend, Lib…*looking at them all* …to any of you…” *gaze resting on Massacre…the tone of her voice unmistakable* “I don’t forgive easily…”

Libby: “No its not…*turning back to look at Kat* “ if you cant keep your personal feelings under wraps you have no place on the Council…”

Kat: *pointing Massacre.. hatred etched on her face* “….and HE does??????!!!!!!!” * wry laugh*

“He experimented on my son, and when it didn’t work out right, left him to die…like he was a lab animal…” *walking over to meet Libby face to face…eye to eye* “You still feel the agony…how can you defend him…? He's nothing but a sick, sadistic….”

“Just like everyone who sits on this council, Massacre has earned the right to be here…”

Greg: *continuing…interrupting Kat* “and our only directive is to provide counsel …despite our own personal feelings…or agenda” *looking from Kat to Libby*

Reminded of the magnitude of the purpose of the Council, Libby sits down…Kat is begrudgingly silenced, a dark look crosses her face and she fixes a cold hate filled stare on Massacre, as she walks back to her chair. Massacre matches her stare….

Massacre draws alongside Libby…staring ahead as if to discuss council business…

Libby: *turning to face him* “I wasn’t defending you…Kats right…what you did is sick and sadistic, but there's a higher purpose here….one beyond our personal feelings…”*emotionless voice*

The emphasis of her last words were not lost on him…and his eyes suddenly turn stoney…

Libby: *almost choking hearing him use the name* “I had to…...” she replied, and walks away…

Greg: *matching her angry glare* “Not in there, you're not. In there we serve the Counsel and the People… personal relationships aside”

Kat: “Fine!!!! But you can’t expect me to sit by…not while He’s back….”

Greg: “That’s exactly what I do expect!!!!!!! And if you can’t, Id demand you to stand down. The success of the New Age depends on us…our ability to do what's needed. We were appointed because of the very nature of who and what we are. If we allow personal feelings to effect our work…we fail…”

Greg: “…and don’t forget Angel… Matt… he’s alive because of Massacre…”

Kat: *taking a step closer* “Look before you say anything…you were right…Greg was right. What we are trying to accomplish with the Council has to come first. As much as I hate Massacre and would gladly kill him for what he’s done…this is no place for it.” *frown…looking down at the ground* “I just don’t…will never trust him, Sis…”

Libby: *taking Kats hands* “I don’t either, Kat…and as shitty as it may seem…we only get one shot at this. Our Wisdom lies in staying focused…”

Greg: “Yeah…I knew Kat would have to have her say…and she’ll be fine now, I can't worry about that… the shit Massacre has stirred by coming back will have to wait…”

Twins!! Still marveling over it. Not surprising, since Anarchy and Massacre where twins and twins run on her side also. The years of trying. Waiting. Heedless of the silent tears running down her face. So much happiness and elation. Awaiting the birth of these so very loved children. Then

A month before they where due, Greg was called away on Counsel Business. Kat’s heart squeezing painfully as she again replays the scene in her head. Greg: “ Angel I will only be gone for a week, two at the very most “. Kat, lip trembling: “ Why does Massacre have to be here “?

Greg pulls her down onto his lap, his hand automatically rubbing her swollen tummy: “ You know he shares the “ Link” and it was the Fathers decree “. Kat lays her head on his shoulder: “ But he used the “Link” for evil Greg and that’s not what the Fathers intended “. Greg begins rubbing her back, patiently continuing: “ Kat, one of us has to be at the Counsel’s disposal when the other can’t “. “ You know this is written in the Charter “. Kat, voice heavy with bitterness:

“ Oh yes, the fucking Sacred Charter “!! “ And we ALL know just how much Massacre followed it when he stole Tank and then did those horrible, disgusting ’experiments’ on him. Then throwing him away like so much garbage “!! Greg gently pushes her head back on his shoulder and slowly rocks till her eyes close.

A week later a message arrives,” Angel, there are problems on the Outer Ring. A band of rebels are raiding the smaller outposts and need to be contained. I will be here another week at least. Don’t worry, I will be with you when the time comes. I Love you.. Greg “

Kat falls heavily into the rocker, the message lying crumbled at her feet. Two days later, the babies decide it’s time to make their debut. Kat rests her hot forehead against the cool glass.

God, the pain. The voices.” PUSH. NOW!! ”!! The hot lights. Then one final agonizing, blinding hot pain and then, the sweet sound of life. Falling back in a haze of pain and happiness. Something is not right, only one wailing cry when there should be two. The nurse putting the plastic mask over my face..” Breath” she snaps out. The tense voices: “ She’s losing blood. Cant’ get her to breath “. Slowly emerging from a drug induced fog. Massacre sitting in a chair by the bed. His face drawn. In a somber voice: “ Kat..”

My voice cold as ice: “ Only my friends and family call me Kat “. “ What are you doing here “? Massacre tersely replies: “ The boy child is well and healthy “. “ The girl child.. “ He stops. I struggle to sit up.. frantically pulling on his hand: “ Skylar.. her name is Skylar “!! Fear is squeezing me.. It’s so hard to breathe.

In a harsh voice I tell him:” Matthew, that’s his name, not boy child, not girl child “!!! God how can this vile creature be Greg’s brother? Massacre relentlessly continues: “ The girl child was not breathing and she needed a blood transfusion “. “ They have the same rare blood type that Greg and I share “. Since your husband was not present, I gave my blood to the girl child “. Shaking my head violently in denial. “ Yes Katrina “. Massacre pauses then continues: “ Unfortunately the girl child did not survive “. Screaming: “ NO!!!.. I don’t believe you.. what have you done with her “!?!? Clawing at him, trying to reach his eyes. The nurse rushing in. The prick of the needle and Massacres soft evil laugh as I slide into oblivion.

Shaking myself into the present. Watching as the twin suns come up. Rubbing the numbness from my arms. Gently touching my heart. No she’s not dead and Massacre holds the key….

Tank: "What the fucking, fuck is that, scatter everyone! Matthew get behind me now!"

All 5 members scatter in every which way Tank grabs Matt and dives under the ship. Another flame just misses Viper!

Explosions start going off around everyone. One engulfs the 4th member of the crew!

Smoke fills the air.. Viper crawls up next to tank and lays against Tanks back. "Shit, where's the private?".. (the 5th member of the team)

The smoke fades away and standing all around the ship are creatures, another word would be monsters hideous monsters..

Creature 1: "are you going to suffer the same fate as your comrades and try to destroy us?"

Viper points his blaster at the creature talking. You come any closer i'm going to fry your fucking face off and trust me it will be an improvement to your looks"

Creature 1: "Destroy them" every hand or tentacle on each creature rises and point toward the crew, flames fire and engulf the ship, a flame hits tank in the chest and knocks him back an inch or two. Tank grabs Matt in one hand and Viper in the other, and smashes his feet into the ground and launches himself into the air. Tank looks back and sees every creature flying after him..

Like an arrow shooting through the cool night, a ship smoothly skims through the void of space. A sleek, well balanced ship that is smooth, almost curvaceous at sight. It is a rare ship that is driven by thought alone. It is capable of faster than light travel and allows the pilot a 'transference' of thought directly into its controls.

Only one type of people control such a beautiful craft...The Moirai.

The Order of the Moirai were the ancient protectors, the holders of wisdom. They aided humankind in it's early development...the creation of myths and legend, the teachings of the old ways....natural law and magic.

They didn't originate from Earth (although were Humanlike), no-one really
knows where they came from...a nomadic people moving slowly through space, dispersing knowledge to all they came across. They arrived on Earth thousands of years ago and lived within.

As Humankind grew ever more conscious of its position within the world, the Moirai finally came to be known and accepted. The Order of The Moirai. Living high in mountains of Europe, there were chapters of the Moirai all over the world, but now there is only one.

One chapter, a dying race. Within this last chapter, two old men are close to death; Lachesis and Clotho. For years they searched for a human to replace themselves. The Moirai cannot breed, they cannot reproduce, so it was set as a final task to find three humans, three humans who would start
it all again, a Humano-Moirai descendent to carry on the flag.

And they were found.

It was difficult teach them and they had to be raised separately, in order
to preserve their teachings and to repress the Human sexual/aggressive urge.

Clotho and Lachesis had trained these three well. They were more than
capable of continuing the old order. But as of yet, they didn't know each other existed.

Three people.

Out of the three though, it was predicted by Clotho that one would fall
astray. That one would be more drawn to the dark side and finally bring
about the beginning or the end of a great new Moirai dynasty.

The trouble was knowing which one it is.....

The Moirai cruiser whipped through the void without effort, the pilot
confident that he was going to reach his destination in good time, as the
ship entered several gaseous areas, the ship span several times like a drill and blasted through the other side.

Atropos knew how to fly this baby. He'd been raised to do it, he built it
and he had full control. He grinned almost insanely as he pushed the ship
even faster.

A small 3D star chart appeared before his eyes, it showed the ship and it's present course moving quickly toward a planet in the outer rings. A desert planet - that shouldn't be?

Atropos's mind drifts back

Atropos: *looking at Libby & Kat* " .are they ok?"

Greg: "Yeah. I knew Kat would have to have her say. and she'll be fine now, I can't worry about that. the shit Massacre has stirred by coming back will have to wait."

Atropos: "Any word from Tank yet..?"

Greg : "No. I'm gettin' worried. I sent two of my sons out there and
I've heard nothing back."

Atropos : "Hmm. What do you want me to do?"

Greg: "Go on a short trip?"

Atropos : "I knew you were gonna say that. *annoyed* What is this? Get rid of old Ats because he's a royal pain in the padded ass?"

Greg : "It's nothing like that Bro. With that cruiser of yours, you can be
there in no time at all."

Atropos : "Don't really have a choice here do I?"

Greg : "Of course you do...you're Moirai, you have choice. Anyhow, I would consider it a personal favor."

Atropos : "OK..... But I go alone."

Greg : "Whatever you want "

Atropos : "Probably better off out of here anyhow."

The Moirai cruiser sped towards the planet. Inside the ship, the walls began to pulsate a deep red.

"Shit." Muttered the pilot.

The 3D image appeared once again, this time tracking several objects flying upward toward the sky. Atropos ran a diagnostic.

"Well hello my boy. Trouble?." Atropos knew the breakdown from anywhere. Traces of granite, unmistakable. The great Tank was on the horizon.

And he was being pursued by some not-to-friendly-aliens.

"Let's frag some ass." said a cool Atropos.

The Moirai cruiser smashed through the atmosphere on an intercept
course......

Massacre walks towards his quarters and kicks open the door. "lights" he mutters.. And the lights turn on.

He than walks into the bathroom and looks into a mirror. He sees a lost soul, a man who is gone, empty on the inside, he feels nothing...

Why did he ever come back.. To make up for past deeds? Massacre slams his fist into the mirror and it shatters into pieces, blood spurts and shoots out his hand for a few seconds and than the wound is healed. Massacre looks at the shattered pieces of the mirror than closes his eyes to concentrate..

The mirror is whole once again. Massacre opens his eyes and stares into the mirror once more.. "It's time" he whispers..