Fanfic: the Return of the Robo-Pirates FINAL CHAPTER!

[chrisgreathouse010]

Let's give a big round of applause for another one of lachimax's great chapters!

[Hunchman801]

I'm longing for the next ones

[K.NARREN]

Great chapter! I love the way you added the general from tonic trouble. To quote from his own words..."sheer genius!"

[Lachimax]

He's actually also in Rayman 2, but yeah, I did use him.

[Hunchman801]

I suppose he meant he originally came from Tonic Trouble

[K.NARREN]

Yup. And now for {drumroll}.................THE NEXT CHAPTER! (please? it's really good.)

[Hunchman801]

It may take a few days

[chrisgreathouse010]

It may take a few days

Ya, this awesome work needs time to take shape.

[Lachimax]

You can probably expect a new one on Saturday.

[Hunchman801]

I'll be waiting =)

[Roquetpunch]

I'm trying too but it's quite hard

[Lachimax]

Sorry for the lateness of this chapter. At least it came on a Saturday, like I said!

Picture City

A single Prison Ship, surrounded by warships, descended from the sky. It’s belly was full to bursting of prisoners, and it needed somewhere to dump them. Picture City was an ideal location. Infinite streets of rubber and paper, pencil towers, and lots of wide, open spaces.
The labyrinthine streets would make it hard to attack.
The huge pencil towers could have guns mounted on them.
The open plains would be the place to set up a base, where the prisoners would be kept.
The Prison Ship stopped, hovering just fifty metres from the ground. Its hangar door, on the bottom of the hull, opened. A huge ramp slid out, reaching down to the ground. Ten Henchman 5000 marched down it, guns at the ready. Seeing that the coast was clear, one gestured back up at the hangar.
Prisoners were marched down the ramp at gunpoint. Teensies. Fairies. Birdmen. Finally, last in line, came two upright, frog-like beings. One was violet, the other blue, except for their white bellies and hands. They were surrounded by miniature versions of themselves, children of all sizes.
Globox and Uglette.

Watching from the shadows behind a large, erect eraser, hovered a purple Moskito. He carried a small pistol in one hand, and there was a communicator attached to the back of his head. He disattached it, and spoke into it.
“This is Purple Terror speaking. Purple Terror to Fighting Squad. Come in Fighting Squad.”
The communicator spurted static for a few seconds, then Purple Terror received an answer.
“Fighting Squad to Purple Terror. We read you loud and clear. This is Hybrid Knaaren speaking. What’s your situation?”
“I’m at Picture City. A Prison Ship has landed here, and is unloading its prisoners.”
“Thank you, Purple Terror. Stay where you are, and alert us of further developments.”
Purple Terror reattached the communicator to the back of his head, and sat down on a nearby sharpener.

CODEFS warship, The Hall of Doors

The rebellion War Council were discussing their next move when Purple Terror’s signal came in. Lachimax quickly ran to the ship’s communicator and replied.
“Fighting Squad to Purple Terror. We read you loud and clear. This is Hybrid Knaaren speaking. What’s your situation?”
Rayman and the rest of the Council, which had been joined by Christian and Razorbeard, all listened intently. Christian stared at Razorbeard with utter hatred, until the radio conversation finished. Then they all started speaking at once, except for Christian and, funnily enough, Rayman.
“We must act immediately!” said Gumsi in his squeaky voice.
“We can use a portal to reach Picture City quickly!” said the head of the Grand Minimuses.
“No! We should wait until the Prison Ship leaves!” It was Razorbeard this time.
And the argument went on. Through all of this, Rayman remained silent, caught in his own thoughts. He had his own reason for wanting to attack, but knew it would be foolish to be too hasty.
Then Christian spoke. The whole room fell silent to listen to the newcomers words.
“I know that we should be careful. I have seen first hand what the Robo-Pirates can do. But these prisoners have suffered long and hard at the hands of the Pirates. I think we should rescue them with all haste.”
The Council listened in awe to this short, inspiring speech. Then, as one, they cheered.
“Hear hear!”
All except for Razorbeard.
That’s when the communicator spoke again.
“Purple Terror to Fighting Squad. The prisoners have all disembarked the Prison Ship, and it is lifting off. It appears to be leaving approximately two hundred Henchmen and five warships behind.”
Once again, Lachimax replied.
“Fighting Squad to Purple Terror. Hybrid Knaaren speaking. Return to base of operations immediately.”
Lachimax looked up at the Council.
Rayman spoke. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go.”
The Council cheered, and stood up, leaving the room. But Rayman held Lachimax back.
“Who exactly is Purple Terror?”
“One of CODEFS field agents. That’s just his codename. Hi real name is Foilarak.”
Rayman recognised that name from somewhere, but he couldn’t remember where.
“Okay then. Let’s move.”

Picture City

At the top of a huge pile of paper, erasers and discarded ink bottles, a yellow portal swirled.
Out of the portal leapt two warships. One had the CODEFS symbol printed on its sail. And the other had the Robo-Pirate symbol.
Two CODEFS members jumped off their warship. One was the Young Globox. He had a small Gatling Gun straaped over his shoulder. The other was the same species as Razoff, and had a rifle in his hands. They quickly looked over the immediate area. Then, seeing it was safe, the Young Globox spoke into a communicator attached to his gun.
“Area secure.”
Out of the portal came more of the rebellion. Knaaren, Moskitos, Teensies. Clark Ly, Rayman. Mr. Dark, Christian, Razorbeard.
They continued pouring out until their was no space left at the tip of the garbage heap. Then they swept down the sides, silently. They made their way through Picture City, ever so quietly. As one, they reached the edge of a wide, paper plain. There they could see the prisoners.
Rayman caught his breath. As he had hoped, there he was.
Globox.
Clark wanted to charge straight out into them, but Ly and Mr. Dark held him back. Privately, Rayman wanted to do the same, to throw caution to the winds, to attack them straight out. To hell with the plan.
Instead, he let Lachimax do the directing.
The plain was surrounded by a ring of erect erasers, and then, another ring of Pencil Towers. Half of the rebel army, the Knaaren and some CODEFS members, as well as Rayman and Clark, crept past the huge Pencil Towers and hid behind the erasers. The other half stayed behind.
Inside the CODEFS warship, Bucket pressed a button.
A the deck of the warship opened up, revealing a rocket, which was pointed upwards.
Bucket pressed another button.
The rocket flew up into the air, propelled by a blue flame. It shot up into the sky, then exploded.
That was the signal.
The Knaaren surged forward, charging onto the plain, led by Rayman on his shell and Clark, while the Pirates were distracted by the rocket.
At least, that’s what the plan was.
The Henchmen were only pretending to be distracted.
Rayman heard an explosion behind them. He turned the shell around in time to see flames licking upwards from the base of one of the Pencil Towers.
Then that tower began to fall. It fell towards the Tower next to it, hitting it. This Tower fell as well, knocking the next one over. They all fell, like a pack of dominoes, surrounding the plain in a wall of wood and graphite, separating the two halves of the rebellion. The Robo-Pirates had planned it to perfection.
They had known the rebellion was coming.
And this was not all.
Everywhere, on the outside of the ring, what had first appeared to be old, discarded barrels began to move. They rolled towards the Teensies and Moskitos, as if they had minds of their own. Which they did.
Barrel and Gorilla Pirates were both a form of Henchman, both outdated even before the original invasion. Although they were both much stronger than the newer Henchman 800, they were both clumsy and slow. The Gorilla Pirate didn’t even have any onboard weapons.
But they had been selected for this task because of their sheer strength and power.
Out of each barrel emerged two mechanical legs. White eyes lit up behind the rectangular slits, and a turret poked out of the tops of the barrels.
From inside certain barrels that had not moved, blue-and-white striped shirted Gorrila Pirates emerged. Monkeys in a barrel. They ran forward and propped the Barrel Pirates onto their feet. Then they charged, howling with excitement.
The battle began.

[chrisgreathouse010]

Yay! another exciting adventure from Lachimax!

[soxfan2006]

Mr. lachimax i'm glad to say that chapter was awesome but i'm sad to see that your puppy isn't breathing he is dead.

[Lachimax]

What puppy? What are you talking about?
Anyway, thanx for the feedback.

[soxfan2006]

It was supposed to be a random idiotic joke. But still I reread some chapters and it never gets old good job.

[Lachimax]

Okay. Some people might have seen that "random idiotic joke" as offensive. Not me, though, luckily!
The next chapter will indeed be a battle scene!

[K.NARREN]

And now for the biggest robot battle ever! It's so good lachimax, Keep it up!

[Lachimax]

Yay! Battle in Picture City!

Picture City

There was only one option.
They charged.
Rayman, Clark, and the Knaaren surged forward on the paper plain that had become their prison. The sight of Globox, a look of surprise on his face, inspired Rayman.
“Chaaaaaaaaaaarge!”
The Henchmen in the Prison camp were already firing. They concentrated their fire on the front lines of Knaaren, picking them off one by one. Then, out of the sky, swooped a warship. It dropped bombs into the disorganised ranks of Knaaren, blowing them apart. There wasn’t much hope.

The rest of the rebellion, trapped on the other side of the pencil wall, fought for their lives.
Lachimax danced among the Gorilla Pirates, his spear moving so fast that it was a blur. He kicked a Gorilla over with his clawed foot, then brought his spear down on it for a killing strike. It barely pierced its thick armour. It grabbed the spear, and wrenched it out of Lachimax’s hands, throwing it away. Then it leapt to its feet and grabbed his arm, twisting it slowly around. Lachimax groaned with pain. The Gorilla howled with mechanical laughter.
Then it stopped laughing suddenly. It’s expression changed from one of enjoyment to one of shock. It looked down at it’s chest, where a yellow, glowing, blade was sticking out. Then it collapsed with a final howl of pain.
Standing over its body was Christian, Form Baton in one hand and Lachimax’s spear in the other.
He tossed the spear to Lachimax. “Thanks,” said Lachimax. “I thought I was dead.”
“Don’t mention it,” replied Christian, smiling. “But next time you pick a fight with a monkey, I might not be around to save you.”
This moment was broken up by a round, black projectile landing between them. They leapt out of the way just in time. It exploded, creating a skull-shaped cloud of gas.
Lachimax looked towards the source of the bomb. There stood a Barrel Pirate, cannon primed and ready.
It launched a beam of electricity from its cannon, barely missing Lachimax as he rolled out of the way and scorching the inky ground. Three more gas bombs sprayed out of its canon, landing around Christian and surrounding him in a cloud of poisonous gas. Christian used some sort of air blower on his Form Baton to sweep it away. The Barrel Pirate threw another electrical beam from its cannon. Instead of dodging it, though, Christian pressed the 1 button on the Form Baton. The electricity danced into the tip of the Baton, disappearing to within the Baton. All three beings, Christian, Lachimax and the Barrel Pirate, stared at the Baton for a second. Then the electric beam struck out from the Baton, this time redirected at the Barrel Pirate. It hit the Pirate’s cannon, causing it to disappear in a puff of smoke.
Then Lachimax jumped forward, and shoved his spear into the Pirate’s eye slit. It’s eyes blinked out, and flames erupted from the slit. The whole thing blew apart, spreading wood and rivets across several metres.

The battle was spreading throughout the entire Picture City. On the Eraser Plains, Moskitos combated Barrel Pirates. In the Pencil Pentathlon, Teensies and CODEFS members fought Gorilla Henchmen.
In the small plain of paper, Rayman’s army was desperately trying to get through to the prisoners. They were just outside the wire fence surrounding the camp. Pirates were picking them off from watch towers. A warship was killing more Knaaren every minute. And Clark was locked in mortal combat with the huge, locked, steel gate. Finally, in desperation, with all his strength, he slammed his huge fists into the hinges of one of the gates. The hinges snapped, and the gate collapsed.
They were in.

Lachimax and Christian battled, back to back, inside a twisted maze. There were mirrors lining every wall, so it was impossible to tell what was a real enemy and what was simply an illusion. Everywhere laser bolts and gas bombs flew.
Suddenly, one of the Barrel Pirates was lifted off its feet by some invisible force, along with several of its mirror images.
There, behind it, was Mr. Dark, his hands raised to the sky.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” he said. “While I teach this overgrown beer mug a lesson.”
The Barrel Pirate began to spin around and around in mid-air, gradually getting faster and faster, until, finally, one of its bolts jiggled loose and flew into one of the mirrors, cracking it. A plank of wood tore itself away from the Barrel and knocked the head off an advancing Gorilla Pirate. The Barrel continued spinning until it was completely in pieces.
Then, Mr. Dark joined their little group, and fought the Pirates with them.

Gilly, which was the name of the Young Globox who had joined CODEFS long ago, was fighting madly. The barrels of his Gatling Gun never ceased spinning, and the bullets he launched tore ferociously into Gorillas and Barrels alike.
At one point he found himself fighting side by side with Lachimax, Christian and Mr. Dark. Together they fought, working as a four-man team.
Finally, they became cornered. They huddled together between a bottle of black ink and a rubber wall. They were totally surrounded.
A mechanical voice rang out around them.
“Surrender, rebels, or you will die.”
The four looked at each other, and reached a silent agreement. They would rather die fighting then be prisoners of war to be played with and exploited.
Lachimax nodded. Then, leaping up, he jammed his spear into the lid of the ink bottle, using it as a pole vault, propelling him forward into the mass of Pirates. Ink sprayed up like a fountain from the hole he had left.
“Showoff.” Gilly said. Then he turned around and fired into the glass of the bottle, smashing it and spreading ink everywhere. Together, he, Christian and Mr. Dark charged forwards, yelling.

[Hunchman801]

Great chapters! Your idea of using outdated robo-pirates was great, as you can diversify the weapons