Attack of the Text-speaking fangirls!

[Eulaliaaa!]

This is hilarious 

[Hickory]

Chapter 5

Evil Lair

Sage tested out his new weapon, an oversized pen, with a swing. It immediately threw a giant blot of ink against the wall. Satisifed with the results, he slung it over his shoulder and turned around. A good sized army stood before him, ready for battle. "Alrighty. We're here to wipe out the rebel scum, specifically the traitor Ash. Since we don't know the full extent of their forces, we'll be proceeding with caution. However, whatever doesn't have an IFF tag you'll shoot regardless. Ready?"

"OORAH!"

Rebel HQ

"Corn was captured, ma'am. Jukka has been returned to safety."

Mhera gritted her teeth. "We can't lose another soldier. Find a replacement, or some kind of reinforcements."

Soren, who had given the initial report, saluted and headed outside the command center. Del, dressed in his text-speaker garb, was waiting. "Let's go, the boss wants to see us. Urgent."

Soren pulled on his balaclava and followed Del.

Text-speaker HQ

The light of phone screens illuminated numerous faces as Soren and Del walked down the path to the inner sanctum. "What does he want us for?" Soren whispered to Del.

"Dunno," said Del. "But don't wait around."

The doors creaked open as they approached. A cloaked figure in a high backed chair slowly turned around as Soren and Del came forward.. The figure guestered for its phone to be removed from the vicinity as it acnowledged the newcomers. "Excellent... the new recruit is proving to be most willing. You chose wisely."

"Thanks."

The figure nodded. "You're welcome."

Looking at some papers, it said, "There's a conflict about to happen and I think we have something to gain from it. Any ideas?"

Soren raised a hand. "The rebels asked me for reinforcements, we could serve as those."

The figure considered. "Sure, why not."

Del shook his head. "We also have to take into consideration the DDBs. And the Grammar Nazis. Possibly the guests. And the mods. And the worst thing that ever happened to mankind."

The figure scowled. "And what, pray tell, is that?"

Del shrugged. "The ultimate level-up. It's never happened before."

"SAY WHHHHHHAAAAAATTT?!?!?!?!?!" yelled Soren. He looked aroudn sheepishly.

[Delthion]

The ultimate level-up?

[Hickory]

You'll see. *evil laugh* *louder evil laugh* *lightening flash* *thunderclap*

[Søren]

[Hickory]

[Cornflower MM]

Wot about me?  They're just going to let me rot in Sage's hands. . . ?

[Hickory]

Patience, young Padawan. Or Ambassador Organa.   

[Izeroth]

Wot about me?  They're just going to let me rot in Sage's hands. . . ?

Perhaps your friends aren't as friendly as they seem...

[Delthion]

Wot about me?  They're just going to let me rot in Sage's hands. . . ?

You wouldn't let us because you weren't an active text-speaker!

[Hickory]

...which means you aren't a text speaker at all!

[Cornflower MM]

Patience, young Padawan. Or Ambassador Organa.   

Whaaat?

Wot about me?  They're just going to let me rot in Sage's hands. . . ?

Perhaps your friends aren't as friendly as they seem...

Perhaps.

Wot about me?  They're just going to let me rot in Sage's hands. . . ?

You wouldn't let us because you weren't an active text-speaker!

...which means you aren't a text speaker at all!

Come again?

[LT Sandpaw]

OORAH!!!!


Anyway, who is this mysterious figure sitting in the chair? I'm guessing someone you haven't used yet, like Rocktree or maybe even myself.

[Lady Amber]

This is awesome! Must. Read. More.

[Eulaliaaa!]

OORAH!!!!


Anyway, who is this mysterious figure sitting in the chair? I'm guessing someone you haven't used yet, like Rocktree or maybe even myself.

Or possibly even me, I remember in The Fall of the Cellars I was leading the Cellars to destruction and I did have a high backed chair 

Anyhow, this is great, can't wait to read more