Daria/Bubblegum Crisis: The Corsair Saga
By
Ross Webster

Copyright:
Daria and co. Are created by MTV(Hell knows who created them.).
Michael Andrews and Mara Jacobs are created Michael Pfeffer.
The Knight Sabers,AD Police, and others belong to Animeigo/youmex(soon to be A.D. Vision).
Ross Morgendorffer, Senator Crichley, Children of Redemption, and others are created by Ross Webster.

 

Prolouge to upcoming fanfic series:

The future. The year 2034 to be exact. Much has changed since the last century and still is changing in ways we can't even imagine. What follows is the tail of two cities. Well, one satellite town of L.A. called Lawndale, and MegaTokyo. The Megalopolis. The center of the world at the time. In the year 2025, the Second Great Kanto Earthquake engulfed the city into a blazing holocaust. Damage in the billions. Over 8 MILLION dead. It seams as though it were a miracle that the city was saved. Saved by the hands of Genom, the corporation which has now become one of the greatest powers of the world. The city rose from its ashes to become the great jewel it is today with great technological wonders. More specifically, the boomers.
The boomers, or cyberdroids, were originally designed to gather resources from space. They have now become capable of becoming a new race far superior than humans. Boomers now fight man's wars and serve the purposes of most technological labor on Earth. Chairman Quincy, of Genom hides his true ambitions. He seeks the ultimate prize. The world under command of Genom, and he is very close to this goal.
Aside from these goals, boomers have also been known to malfunction and head on rampages and kill anyone whom gets in their path. For the task of preventing such a crisis, the A.D.(ADVANCED) Police was created to handle rouge boomers with high technology and weaponry. There is only one flaw. The A.D. Police are rather incompetent and end up with high fatalities.
As Genom has spread to influence every part of the globe the American branch has drawn its attention to a town called Lawndale. Their purpose is to destroy the area of Lawndale in order to create a Genom research and development site. They shall first, though, manipulate those with feeble minds and low reasoning and consolidate them into the ever devouring conglomerate. And in Lawndale, the ignorant are in huge numbers and ripe for the feast. In both nations, the smart have learned of Genom's ambitions. In Lawndale, high-school student, Daria Morgendorffer along with elder brother Ross, discovered the shocking secrets of Genom through their fellow members of a high-tech vigilante organization until they became among the last of their organization through a Genom assault on the country-wide outposts to retrieve stolen information, and the slaughter of their leaders by an unknown source. Determined to expose them for what they are, Ross and Daria set out through their hometown in order to form The New Corsairs.
Dr. Kishigato Stingray, a rich scientist, was the father of boomer technology. Aside from that, He was also a loving father of his two children, Sylia and Mackie Stingray. Dr. Stingray was then robbed of his life by Brian J. Mason, Vice president of Genom. His lab was burned and his children were orphaned. Sylia would later receive a data unit which downloaded all of Genom's secrets into here mind. Among them were the hardsuits, extremely durable and advanced body armor. Now in her early adulthood, She and three other women, Priss, Linna, and Nene, have joined to forme the high tech mercenary/heroes The Knight Sabers.

Episode One:  A Tail of Two Citites

Part one of two

Chapter 1: A Calming Rain, Sided with Kerosine

Lawndale Californina
December 2, 2033

It was late in the evening. The heavy rain accompanied the bitterness of the night. The San Gabriels were usually undisturbed at this time of night. It's surprising even by the fact that the mountains are silent in this era of progress. Where cybertechnology and the corporate ways dominate the way of life. The only outpost of the new era was a warehouse. This warehouse belonged to the Gulf and Bradley Corp. The second largest conglomerate on Earth. The largest, had its name also inscribed on the building's entrance sign, a name which is well known, well respected, and feared. Genom. Ever since the Gulf and Bradley corp joined forces with Genom, Genom CEO Quincy has been a very happy man. Genom now held 78% of the world's cars and gasohol (21st century replacement for gasoline). Not only that, but with this move on his huge chessboard, he has won favor of U.S. Congress and has allowed him to replace the Genom tower that was destroyed in Chicago by an orbital particle beam satellite, due to an "accident". The same was in New York, Berlin, and Sydney. He is once again triumphant. These matters are now put aside and we return to the warehouse. It was a fairly medium structure, that is until it received an unexpected visitor. A large tank-like battlemover rushed toward the facility, shattering its steel/titanium door as though it were a thin sheet of ice on a warm day. With the vehicle's dramatic entrance, its hatch popped up and out sprung a cloaked figure. The figure drew out a member pistol and surveyed the inside for cameras or any security devices. None. The figure removed its cowl, Revealing the face of Daria Morgendorffer. " What exactly is the point of all this?" She asked. "This is about as dangerous as it is to pick a penny off the ground."
A voice came from the vessel's interior. "Despite that maybe a mouse craped on the ground and then you get the Hanta virus." Jane then climbed out of the machine. "I think it's one of Ross' little ideas. The public will be shocked to have this happen in our little town and break out in panic."
"Even though this is just a little warehouse? I doubt that even Lawndale's that gullible."
"On the other hand.." Jane added. " The town will be screaming and running in a panic, and fleeing from the Corsairs, ‘the threat to American productivity and world civilization'. And with that big sweaty dumb football players will want to protect their sweaty blunt cheerleader gals and we make our retrieval."
Daria looked through her thoughts to find sense in the whole plan. "I'll just do this for the fun of seeing terrified civilians at the market and fighting over triscuits."
Jane smiled and pulled out a little device. It shot out into 8 little laser projectors all rotating and tracing in a pattern into the concrete floor. The concrete now had the design of a boomer's skull, and a shotgun/sonic drill crossbands. At the bottom of the design was the word CORSAIR. Within a few minutes Daria and Jane drove off leaving the warehouse a bright inferno.

Chapter 2: In The Footsteps of Omnipotence

MegaTokyo, Japan

Midnight in MegaTokyo. A nation of it's own really. Unlike the rest of Japan, MegaTokyo has the largest ethnic melting pot of anywhere in Asia. Hell, no where else in the world can compare to this techno-jungle. It's almost ironic that six centuries ago, anyone who fit the description of a "gaijin", except Dutch traders would find themselves without a head. Now MegaTokyo is loaded with more gaijins and gaijin/Japanese hybrids. Despite these differences, all these people share one thing in common. The tower. The immense cylinder/pyramid arcology of Genom. It is to the Empire State building or even Petronas Towers as is a man to a number two pencil. If traveling from top to bottom in an elevator, one might notice how sprawling the tower was to the little insects below. Almost as though it were swallowing the city up. For the super conglomerate, this was no illusion. They had control of almost every sense of the Japanese government . Gift giving and bribing the puppets in the Diet and robbing the country blind yet they still want more. At the summit of the tower, through the smoked glass windows, an imposing man looks out. Even though he is near sixty five years old, to those who care not to watch what they say, would believe him to be the devil himself. This is Chairman Quincy. "It was once said that only gods could ascend these heights. Mortals who dared to neglect their edict, would parish and suffer the extreme consequences." The old man smiled slyly. "All is so true." He returned to his desk in the near empty office which rivaled the quarters of any great ruler. He discovers two message discs just sent into him this evening. He went along and popped the first disc into a slot which activated a wide screen T.V. on every side of the room. It contained a broadcast of Neo L.A. News of a burning building. Young anchorwoman, Shinobi Yamazaki informed the masses.
"This small community of Lawndale is in a state of concern as this warehouse behind me burns into oblivion. This building stored 45,000 optics accessories for boomer manufacturing."
"This information isn't even worth its speak." Quincy growled. "Why do the fools at international affairs bother to even look at this unessential garbage?"
The broadcast continued. "The only evidence that can be recognized is this design engraved in concrete."
At the sight of the design Quincy's interest turned to it. He was not in the least bit concerned but turned his attention to it anyway. "Corsair..... A name connected with the Hou Bang Corp. It is nothing . Just a thorn at my side." He destroyed the file with little care. He glanced at the second one and played it. This time he scowled and his face darkened a little. "And yet, another thorn at my side." This image was of a security camera at the new GPCC building at Ukyo. His tested fusions between BU12 standard battle boomers and 55C combat models had ended in failure. All thanks to the Knight Sabers. They seemed so insignificant 3 years ago. Though he doesn't want to admit it, The four armored women are more like a sliver than a thorn.

Chapter 3: Lawndale Life in a Spit Bucket

Lawndale California

He slept on the couch the night before. He would have gone to the basement, but felt queasy like always. Besides it wouldn't be too much trouble for his mother to spruce it up into a real room. That is if she hadn't been making claims of how hard she worked when her assistant had been doing her work and working for a check which she got only 25% of. His dad would probably do so. Yeah right. If he did he'd probably scare off the decorator, try to do it himself, and end up dressed by a mortician. Ah hell, it didn't really matter. His family's house sure beats life in Yokohama seven years ago. All was tranquil until the silence of Ross Morgendorffer's peace was sacrimented. "Ahhhhhh!?! "Quinn! What is that around your waste!?!"
A typical debate of the Morgendorffer household. "Mo-oom! Relax. It's only the latest trend!"
"Wow, the backwater Ethiopian tribeswoman look." responded the 16 year old synric, Daria.
Quinn replied back insulted "Uhg. For your information Daria, this is a skort."
Jake enthusiastically asked "Wow! Is it a skirt or a short? Ha!Ha!Ha!. Radical! Ha...Heh,heh..Heh,heh."
Everyone at the dining table just stared back at him. Jake cowered back to his newspaper as usual.
"Alright,alright. I'm sorry I errupted like that. I just think that that....ski...shi..whatever it is isn't it a little revealing."
"Wellllll,maybe, but according to Waif, people started wearing these last year and...and..I know! Ross!"
Ross awoke completely and very annoyed "Oh fer the luv'v God! I'm on the Couch you don't have t'yell!"
Quinn skipped the apology and went on to the subject "Ross, you were a reporter, isn't this a new fasion trend?"
Ross analyzed the piece of fabric briefly "Sorry, don't know any civilized nation who's teens prance around in wash cloths."
Quinn just frowned back at him "Ross for once. Try to be supportive of your little sister." Helen scolded. Daria's mouth tried to form words. Helen stopped her. "And you too Daria!"
Ross replied. "Sor-ry. I never covered fashion. I was an field reporter for Neo LA's department of international topics, not a photographer for Victoria Secret's new velcro bra or whatever's hot these days. Besides Mom, I thought it was that shirt...smo...thing that you were against."
Helen tried to find an arguement. "I am! I...Support that.....Well...Oh, forget it. Quinn, keep the skort."
Quinn smiled. "I guess parents just know what being cool is after you show them."
Daria replied. "Guess so. Dad, can you crash the car someday? I want a cybernetic arm. The kind where the wires hook into your brain."
Jake laughed and took Daria seriously. " Sorry kiddo. You see, Daria, cybernetics look rad, but they're dangerous. You can get what we call Boomer Syndrome. It's a disease......"
Daria interupted. "That penetrates the brain and causes loss of emotions, compulsive lying, kleptomania, and murderous assaults on human beings. Just as long as it doesn't kill me, I'll probably start my war against mankind for it's flaws in life."
Jake continued the descussion of morals and techno ethics from what he knew, which had more to do with "No toys for ‘Sissy Jakey'. Real men use tools'. Helen head off for her work om the Lanson/Mc Frugal Case, Quinn spent her time on the video phone with Tiffany on the latest wears for 30 minnutes, and Ross......Ross was quiet. This was not unusual. He spent most of his time thinking. Pondering about the past, present, and future. He was A reporter then, a newcoming novelist now, and soon.....For most people soon refers to the great blank space of time to be written. For Ross, one thing was clear in present and in future. Revenge, what has now become his life and his on-going quest. He looked around for a while. Everyone else has gone for their everyday routine. Ross thought to himself . "Well, looks like it's time to fish for ideas." with that, Ross fell asleep. Within minnutes he woke up from a couch to a metal table. Ross examined himself. He was in dirt/ash covered casual clothes and a black trenchcout. He touched his face. His left side felt slightly w the burns. On the right side of the face, Ross pulled back his hand. "Ow! Shit!" His face stung from the broken glass stuck in his face. Ross looked around. It was mostly near pitch black. It was night fall. "Either this is a flashbalk and, or halucination. Ah hell, I'll probably discover something valueable if I play it through." Ross walked away from reality. He was back in the apocalypse. Back in Yokahama.

Chapter 4: All in an Evening's Worth

MegaTokyo, Japan

Midnight. It was a later time than usual for her to arrive home, at the Silky Doll. Who would ever think of the secrets that went on at the top of a langerie shop? The unknown life of the owner of this building? The truth is only seven people know the enigma of Sylia Stingray. She had come back from the reconstruction site of the the GPCC building. It had been an exausting fight. Sylia just decided to head on to bed. "A 5CC fused with a BU12." She thought to herself. "Even if it was a failure, what does this mean for Genom? For us?".
As she slipped into her silk nightgown, she thought back. Back to the age of innocence. Dr. Kishigato Stingray Was the Wiz laboratry's greatest achiver. He had successsfully discovered the revalation of scientific technology, the boomer. With this new creation mankind would be able to achive it's highest goals. Reduce of manuel labor, farming of the seas, and the colonization of space. Dr. Stingray wanted to create a better world. To liberate mankind from the plight of the earth. He wanted a world for his 12 year old daughter, Sylia and little Mackie. What the good doctor didn't realize was that he created another flock of sheep. The atom bomb, chemical weapons, cyberdroids, they're all lost flocks who are divided between shepards. The Wiz laboratry became sponsered by a soon to be very rich shepard. A fairly successful corporation named Genom. They were interested in the boomers. Sure, all talk of space colonization and liberty from manual labor sounded good and the corporation would add this to their goals, but a revolutionary machine like this, this could be sold all over the world for every use. War, descry, prostitution even, the globe could eat out of their hands. Of course a person like Dr. Stingray would oppose to such things. Suppose however, Dr. Stingray never invented the boomer and wouldn't be able to claim anything. April 13, 2022. A fire destroys the Wiz laboratry with Dr. Stingray inside it. A dark chapter in Sylia's life takes place and the daughter and sister must become the mother as well. Fortunately for her, the enormous Stingray fortune wasn't lost and Mackie has grown into a genius(perverted)teenager. One day a data unit came for her. Once she gained access to it, information flooded her mind faster than a lightning bolt. What truely happened to her father, Genom's ambition's, and most importantly, the hardsuits. The hardsuits were a type of armor unkown to any field of scientists, but those whom worked with Dr. Stingray. Battlesuits or battle movers were usually bulky, large, and manually controlled. Hardsuits contrasted by being humanly compact, and with special innerware, could be controlled from a simple impulse from the brain. This passed on to Sylia a new meaning for her life, to avenge the death of her father. All she needed were some teamates who shared her ambitions and money to spend on technology. The firey and strong Priss Asagiri, typical and athletic Linna Yamazaki, and sweet and computer wise Nene Romenova. These three were to become her teamates and adopted family. They emerged as the Knight Sabers, mysterious vigilantes who oppose the savior of Tokyo and ominous threat of mankind. They work as "hired guns" to their employers in return for prices in the millions. Sylia was pondering on the goals of the Knight Sabers. Priss lost a lover,Linna's parents died in a boomer rampage, and Nene wants to be a hero. To be exact, most of the Knight Sabers act on a quest of vengeance and only one acts for the right thing. Was her father's work truely worth fighting for? Boomers benefit humans in many ways and would benefit even more if Dr. Stingray's legacy were carried, but boomers are truely no more than a slave race that need equal treatment. To most people this is bullshit. Boomers have no souls or true hearts. Then again, most people don't know much about sexaroids, androids who are near like us in everyway, but people don't know that do they? All they are is black marketed(Genom manufactured)sluts and playthings. Sadder though, boomers can't truely be allowed freedom. Mankind will have a new superior enemy to dominate the earth. Then again, are humans worthy to their mother Earth? Does Darwin dictate the weak to parish? Too many thoughts and questions. Sylia put these matters aside and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow was another day, and unkown to her, drastic events occuring on the other side of the world.

Chapter 5: The Overestimations of Stupidity

Lawndale High, California

Jacob H. Chrichley entered the auditorium with sheer confidence and superiority over the audiance. "Splendid." He mouthed sinisterly . These were the young people of Lawndale. Perfect. They all were either paying close attention to him or chating on about nonsense. They were all stupid looking or pathetically excited. Especially the football player still in his uniform smiling like the ignorant waste of space he was. The older generations were probably just as ignorant as the youths. "I'll be Genom's vice president for sure." He thought. The speech began. "Good afternoon, students of Lawndale High, and future achivers of the world." He was satisfied with the loud cheers that followed the words. The words failed to please Daria Morgendorffer, Jane Lane, Micheal Andrews, and Mara Jacobs.
"Which precent of the room is he addressing?" Daria asked.
Jane scanned the auditorium. "He's talking to the cows."
"The people who don't care about their health or the really happy ones on their way to the beef factory?"
"Can you guess which one awaits the icy cold hand of death and don't know it?"
"96 precent?"
"Bingo." Micheal observed the dark haired man carefully. "So he's Senator Chrichley. I expected a 50 year old pervert. Well, looks are decieving. The perfect illusion. A young, "cool guy", and with the people."
"Micheal, is there somebody you're not telling me about?" Mara joked. Micheal scowled while Mara chuckled and changed the subject. "Seriously though, you know who he is? You called him senator. Does that give Genom the right to sopenas?"
"Fortunately no. Senator is just a nickname given to him because of his connections with Congress. This guy's a coniving rat bastard. He's always hiding in the dark. He plots behind the U.S. military forces and bribes whoever carries four stars and needs the money for whatever they need. Fortunately, they don't have much luck with the air force. He wants the whole country and maybe even reporting directly to Quincy himself."
Chrichley continued on. He introduced the whole idea of turning Lawndale into a pro Genom town. One of several global towns which will be selected in order to make a better community for everyone. Also Genom will take charge of special classes designed for economics and Genom employee training. Chrichley added. "And don't think It'll be a typical class, This class will be by choice."
Daria was a little puzzled. "It'll? What the hell is It'll?"
Jane commented on the classes. "At least they don't have any doggy treats to submit them to their will."
Chrichley continued. "By the way anyone who enrolls, will get a lifetime discount on Sports Shorts." Many of the guys, especially Kevin whisled and cheered.
Jane put her hand to her head. "Dammit."
The speech went on. "And remember, the people of tomorrow working for us is the greatest right we could have and life is the greatest privilage you could ever recieve. Any questions?"
Daria raised her hand. She could take no more of this guy's crap. "Yea, Whith that slogan you stated, doesn't that say that Genom has the right of it's employees and that life, being a privilage, gives you the right to take those lives."
Chrichley was stumped. " Uhhh....Uh heh,heh. Uhhh....Interesting thought. Well, umm.. That concludes this session thank you for your time, and remember Sports Shorts discounts."
After the assembly. Chrichley met with Principal Li. She commented with praise on the speech. Chrichley was pleased. He brought the matter of Daria to attention. She replied " Oh, don't worry about her. She is a bit troublesome in keeping this school's positive image. I'll settle the problem fine."
Chrichley replied. "Ah, then everything is well, I should be off now. Till we meet again Ms. Li." After he left Principal Li Was about to call Daria's parents. She thought to herself. Mr. Morgendorffer was a stupid and confused parent and Mrs. Morgendorffer. She'd hate to be discussing lawsuit threats with that bitch. How dare she call her a socialist. She remembered a note left by Mrs. Morgendorffer. If the parents were not available call Daria's brother, Ross. Ross. Li's face blackened at the sound of that troublemaker's name. What she would do to forget Ross and his magnificant gang of four. Ah hell, He could've changed. Could he? She dialed the phone to Ross' celular.

Episode  Two:  A Tail of Two Citites

Part two of two

Chapter 6: Mild Beginnings For A Lone Psycho

Tokyo Japan, 2025

His face showed a rough ride to where he was that day. He just landed in the hell that would be seven years of his life. Ross Morgendorffer looked up to see the aftermath of the holocaust that hit. He only had a few words to say. "Oh, damn. Damn,damn,damn." He had just woken up and discovered an 8 day gap in his head. He knew who he was, who his parents and two sisters were and his job, but what the hell was he doing in Tokyo? What just happened to this city and how in God's name did he wind up in a warehouse? He walked out a ways. The streets were cluttered with refugees. The casualties of progress had to forget who they were and turn to dependency of those even more dependent. Not Ross. This was his own quest that no one in this country shared with him. One of the homeless bums was actually doing well. "Marijuana here. Get yer Marijuana! Everything will go away in just a jiffy! Just one Puff!" Ross crossed his path. The druggie saw an idea for a profit. He came up and spoke.Ross detected a heavy Polish accent "Hey man, you look like you need a little weed. Want a vintage Roman Red?" Ross replied back in an exausted voice. Beat it Druggie. I'm supposed to be on a United 797 sleeping after watching the digital remake of Titanic. Not some ....Some....My God... Where am I? "Welcome to Yokahama." Said the Pole. "Once the best real estate in all Tokyo, I guess you could call it Yoko-shit hole. Bwah ha! Ha! Ross noticed the Druggie's merchendise "Sales aren't going well I take it by the looks of your bags and the smoky stench on your all ready urine soaked pants from being in whatever happened here." "Hey man, it's ok. I get it all the time from the Yakuza. Which reminds me I am in desperate need of a new pair of pants." Ross checked his wallet and handed him 50 yen. "Wow, thanks I..." Ross was turning back the bum raced to catch up with him. "M'name's Zeb..Wait! Where are you going?" "Sleep. I'm in despereate need. Oh, and my name's Ross." Ross returned back to the warehouse. It took him a whole fifteen minnutes to sleep. The cries of those suffering haunted him in the dark room. Women crying for their husbands and children and vice versa. Some fathers would outlive their sons and little children in their cribs would become bastards Their brothers and sisters left innocence behind and take to the cruel streets of povery. Disturbing thoughts indeed. Ross finally went to sleep...Wait a minnute... there are murmurs and talks of unknown things going on. The weight of his clothes suggests he's not been kidnapped by aliens . He tried to open his eyes. He couldn't. Suddenly a surge of pain shot through his head. He was blindly trying to move. Trying to scream.Trying to die. He could not make any convulsions or see what was going on. Ross finally screamed out to liberation from this pain.... and woke up in his house. He searched around and sighed a sigh of relief. The celular in his pocket started viabrating. He awnsered it. "Hello, Mr. Ross Morgendorffer? This is Angela Li of LAWNDALE HIGH." "Well, well, what can I do for you Madame Mao?" " It's now PRINCIPAL Li, Mr. Morgendorffer!" Ms. Li shouted over the phone. "Anyway this message concerns your sister Daria. During an assembly speech by Genom she gave our speaker a rather smarmy remark about their slogan. I would like to ask of you to consult her and try to enrole her in retraining in self esteem class again. If not I shall have to take actions myself." Ross smiled devilishy. "Sure Ms. Li, and just for the fun of it , how ‘bout I talk to my mother envolving the Dean Scrotter crash that occured 15 years ago." Ms. Li was shocked "How the Hell do you Know about that?!!" "Tisk,tisk Ms. Li. You shouldn't carelessly leave important documents on your desk when you're away." "You...You son of a..." "Temper temper. Here's the deal. Don't force my sister in repeating self esteem and this can remain our little secret." Ms. Li could not find any alternatives. "All right. She won't repeat." "Thank's Ms. Li, Well I have work to do and you have your Lawndale over-glorification to attend. Toodles Honey, call me when you find Ambassador Duke." CLICK. Ms. Li simpely slammed her fist on her desk. "Damn the whole lot of ‘em!" Ross laughed at the little fiasco over the phone and checked his watch. "12:34. I better get to Mc'Grundy's and give the boys the good news." He could already imagine the look on Jesse's face when he told him.

Chapter 7: Keys To The Closet.

Seoul, South Korea 3:45 A.M.

There was only the silence and the man clad entirely in black. Of course the silence is never permantent. Good thing he wasn't wearing anything that showed his national background or things would not be going well back in the U.S. Still that didn't matter he was the intruder and intruders get to be shot at by soldiers shouting in Korean. At least they haven't noticed the file in his hands. He made a speedy getaway to the safe zone on top of the 63 Building. Robert Parks. A Pacific Islander / American agent of the C.I.A. and the top secret U.N. OP squad. "Damn these are getting easy he said smugly." He looked at the file just captured. "We got ya now you multinationalist bastards." He made it later back to the states to meet an old high shcool friend. "Hello?" Ross said. "Ah yeah, wait there."He droped the phone and went into the living room of a fairly big 3 story house in California. "Hey Rob, it's for you....I think." "Hello? Uh,yeah....I can be there in five minutes. Yeah, see'ya latter Joe." "Ross! I gotta use you other car!" Ross looked up from his paper" I'm using the Porche later, Mc Grundy's is callin me." "Blue Boar, eh Ross?" "Naw, business." .... With that Ross left their presence. He had to be their to deliver the news to Trent and Jesse.

Shirotaru Castle, Hokkaido Island, Japan

The Man practiced in the Dojo. He was a strong figure. Imposing and fierce. A look at him would detect a great deal of Russian decent. Without a shirt he shows his Samurai spirit with the sinister demon tattoo dominating his torso. This tattoo was his namestake which fitted the Japanese/Russian hybrid well. Mamano Zhirinovsky, corporate assasin, spy, samurai, and marksman combined to form Genom's greatest headhunter and the one responsible for keeping the lid to all Quincy's dirty secrets. "Mr. Zhirinovsky." called the kimono clad manequin class boomer. "There's a call on the monitor." "Tell them to call back later Madame Butterfly." The manequin replied. "Sir, You really should awnser. It's from the chairman." "What?" Mamano asked. "He says it's about two prizes." Said Madame Butterfly. Mamano's attention rose a bit. "What are their names?" "Micheal Andrews and Robert Parks." "How much?" "According to the chairman, 990million. Mamano grinned. "Tell the chairman I'll be delighted."

Chapter 8: Plots And Plans 1

Mc'Grundy's Brew N' Pub

It was the typical afternoon crowd at Mc' Grundy's . Mystic spiral practicing songs. Drunken reprobates drownt their sorrows. Happy people drinking away because they were just so damned mucho contento. One of Lawndale's best souls, rough n' tough Scotsman, Clancy Mc'Grundy was like any typical bar owner who ran the place along with his son Scott Cowen Mc'Grundy who aslo brewed coffee so finely. Scott came up to the table of two of Lawndale's poor as dirt punks named Nick and Shane. Nick was rambling on about the days he "ruled" the streets. "Man, I was the best. Anyone who gave me shit would get an ass whoping. Any bitch who gave me smack would get pimp slapped. I was the Greatest! I.." Scott interupted by splashing Nick tequila in his face. "Oh, dinnae' be goin along wi'all that bullshite'bout that! Look at yae! Yae probly spent all the days in the bathroom wit' Victoria Secret!" Nick was of course angered. "Hey shut up man! Once I get this gig completed, I'll be richer than all you sons'a bitches! I'll get the old gang back together!" Trent and Jesse chuckled. A voice interupted Nick. "What the hell're you talking about?" Ross said as he entered. "You never even had a gang Nick. You were lucky not to even be a gang member. Dante would.." Nick interupted again. "If Dante got in my face I'd be all over his ass." Ross argued back. "You wouldn't even have time to flip him off. You wouldn't and never will have anything to beat those techno-nazis. Anyway, what's all this I hear about a gig?" "Non'na your business." "What do you mean none of my business?" "I mean that I'm ‘sposed to give a data unit to some guys outside the Jericho freeway." He looked at his watch. "Shit! I gotta get there. See y'all later jackasses." Nick and Shane left the pub not noticing a man with cybernetic replacements and a tube going through his head who listened very closely. Ross sighed. "Outside Jericho Freeway. How stupid can people get." He focused his attention on Trent and Jesse. "Hey Mr. Morgendorffer." Trent greeted. Ross smiled back "Please Trent, just call me Ross." "So, what brings you here?" Ross awnsered Trent. "Just the usual. Blue Boar, hot wings, and results from the Mojave test." Trent listened with anticipation. "The results ‘re back already?" "So what'd it say?" Ross gave out the results. "Well, despite the whole thing with the barrel and the farmers complaining about the explosion and stealing crops, congradulations. You passed." Jesse's eyes lit up. "Whoah! You mean? We..." "Yup, you passed. You are officialy members of the Corsair society." "Alright!" The duo shared a high five. Ross just smiled. "Kids. So enthusiastic these days." Ross thought to himself.

Chapter 9: This Is Your Brain On A Stake

Jericho Highway, California

The Jericho highway was once an ideal road to prosperity. It is now desolated and abandoned from social dreams. The place has become a place of refuge for the outcasts of a society that once believed that it was the damned coolest thing to rip out your eye and replace it or amputate your arm and get a bitchin metal one. People who have sense never approach it. Nick and Shane on the other hand don't have a whole lot. "Shit. They said they'd meet us right here. It's been five hours." Shane noticed some spray paint on a road sign. "Hey Nick and buddy. Look behind you." They followed the instrutions to a shocking display. Their contacts were strapped to their own truck with chains. Their bodies, bloody and mutilated. "Hey buddy boys!" Called a voice suprising them. "You really shouldn't be out here anytime day or night." "You see, we don't take very kindly to your kind." Nick asked shuddering. "Wha...What the hell do you want from me." "Ha! Ha! Ha! It's not exactly what I want with you. It's what does he want with that." Nick looked around for what the voice would be looking for. "I'm talking ‘bout the data unit you f*cing prole! Now. If you want him to spare your lives do exactly what I tell you. Go into the truck's back door and lay the data unit right in the middle and he will not kill you." Nick and Shane entered reluctantly into the pitch dark truck. They followed the intructions and let out a sigh of relief. "Now, what do I do I want with you?" "What?" Shane asked. "Thank's for volenteering to go first." Out of no where, a flash of blackish-blue came from out of the floor and Shane's last visions were a thing with red eyes, teeth and cutting him up alive. Nick frantically ran from the truck only to be stopped by a tall black man with a bald head, cybernetic eye and cybernetic arm. "I see you met my colleuge Shrapnel. He's a little on the morbid side, but it turns out to be an excelent sacrifice. And what a day it shall be tomorrow. The VT3455 and the orca shuttle touching down outside Malibu." He picked up Nick who was petrefied with fear. Nick timidly asked "A....re you . Him?" "Why yes. I am he. I am the great srevent to our benvolent savior, who will slaughter the ones whose gluttoney shall become their damnation. I am Dante. Dante the Chosen." Nick was tossed in the air landing on his oppressor's knee and last saw his head being torn from his body. That's when he saw crimson. Then shortly, nothing.

Chapter 10: Plots And Plans 2

Mc'Grundy's Basement

Everyone was present and accounted for. Daria, Jane, Trent Jesse, Mara, and Micheal were all there. Ross began the session. "Good evening. May I have your attention please ?" Daria replied " You can have the attention, but no deal with intrest." "Don't worry Sis, this won't take long." Daria sighed. "Yeah, despite the fact that you've taken enough time waking up from ‘Happy Pre St. Patricks Day. At least Trent and Jesse are awake." She thought to herself. Ross went on. "Every orginization, every society is based on a foundation. Some even reinvent themselves to find the very thing which brings forth a new and greater devotion. Something which would...." Daria wished Ross not to take his sweet time. "Get to the damn bottle!" "Uh, right. Ahem! Sorry, sorry. This is our foundation." Ross approached a well locked safe and oppened it, carefully taking out a wine bottle. Trent and Jesse were unappealed. "That's it? Just a whine bottle?" Ross went on. "Yes. Just a bottle of wine. A bottle of wine that the truly ambitious go after." Trent and Jesse were puzzled. Ross continued. "Thousands of years ago a special type of wine was extracted from the grapes of the mediterrainian. A wine which legend says is the taste of pure victory. Alexander the Great drank it before conquering the world. A popular treat at The Last Supper. Lord only knows how many times the Roman emporers have guzzled over it. To save the world from conquerers a band of French knights, monks and nuns bottled the final one in 1132 AD and dubbed it Le Victoire. From that moment on many have stole the bottle to gain a sip of godhood. Famous amongst these, Nepoleon Boneparte, Benito Mussolini and finally, Adolf Hitler. All recovered and the stealer suffers bitter failure." Micheal felt the need to ask. "What does Le Victoire have to do with Genom?" Daria awnsered. "The current orginizers of Corsair felt that Quincy, knowing of the legends, would attempt to buy the wine from us. No deal. Since then we declaired Genom our enemy and have stolen secrets in order to publicize their crimes. Our leaders obtained something important from them. Later on, last year Genom got their revenge." Ross aided the speech. "Most all were interrogated or killed. Many were not even 15. Our leaders were in Versailles, but somehow, they got to them , and blew them to bits with the orbital sattilite weapon. So Daria and I, being the only survivors, left to make Genom think they had won." Ross was silent for a moment and finished. "So in their memory, we went on to create from what was destroyed." The subject was averted to another time to speak of other matters. "So nobody panicked about the warehouse." Daria awnsered with sarcasm. "Oh yeah. The streets were rioting with cries of prophecies and damnation." "Dammit! I should never take stupid people for grantite." Cursed Ross. "I was hoping This would get simple and we'd just steal the code at Taylor's house." Jesse asked back. "What code?" Jane enlightened him. "The original plan was to steal a certain code from Brittany Taylor's house. Her dad was recently employed as part of the Enginerium Corporation, another puppet of Genom. The code would've unlocked the location of the new GPCC archives facility. Feeling that it would be easier to obtain with Brittany's parents outta town, and her making out with Kevin in a social state of Chaos. Ross instead is in our presence hitting himself." Ross stopped to recollect his thoughts. "Shit, shit shit. It looks like it may be time to arrange Plan B." Daria was hoping it wouldn't come to this. "You don't mean.." "Yep, during the upcoming spring break next year and possibley continuing in the summer, we're going to have to personally look for the GPCC within several contestant locations in the Eastern Hemisphere. The ideals are unknown at the present time except one. The others will be given as soon as my friends at the C.I.A. and MI6 learn more. But until then, tell your parents..." "We're going to Tokyo." Said Daria when she got back home. "Tokyo huh?" said Helen with excitement. "I'm going along with Jane over the spring break and the summer. Trent's got a gig going down at some club called Hot Legs." "Wow! That's great Kiddo!" Quinn was shocked. "Whaaat?! You can't go! I'm going their with the fashion club! My chances of winning the Kawasaki Spring Fling are ruined!!" Helen was also curious about Quinn's affairs. Ross enlightened his mother , disgusted. "It's a cheap little sham made to see which girls have the smoothest and creamiest of legs and brains and make an honorary mannequin of them. Sorry, sis but I have to go to. I have to recall some thoughts for my book sales." ‘Oh, No!" Daria reassured her. "Relax, it's the largest city on Earth. I doubt we'll even come close to meeting each other." Helen let the optimism shine through. "Well, I think it's wonderful that you three get such a great oppertunity to do something more constructive than moping about eggplant pants or who deserves to die soon or who caused my suffering." All three siblings frowned at Helen. "What'd I say?" Ross put the matter aside. "Anyway, I made dinner for this occasion. It's a simple yet exotic food that I invented during my days of survival in the streets. I present ..." Ross presented the most unappitising looking dish. "Slurry." Jake, disgusted yet hiding it. "Well, we're quite the master cook. So what's in it." "Herring, tuna, blubber, squid ammonia, squid, Octopus, shark clasper, more varied seafood, and a ton ‘o preservatives and disinfectives. Go on and taste. It's like solami....Except it's soupy." Jake decided to give it a go. It was a mistake. He was frantically trying to find the nearest sink, but didn't quite make it. Helen , Quinn, and Ross both tried to escort him. "Jake! Not the glass coffee table! I Washed it last Sunday!" "Dad, try not to swallow the bones! They'll just make you cough up more.....oh dammit." "EEEEEEEWWWWWWW!!! MOOOM! MY NAVY BLUE SHORTS!!!" Daria hid a laugh.

THE END.

(DON'T THINK THAT THE END OF THE STORY ENDS THE SAGA.)