Jiggmin's Village Story Thread

[PooZy]

Part 11

Ymmot caught up to the front of his newly-created mob. They seemed to have got the idea of what he wanted to do and were headed in the direction of the Dungeons, a place Ymmot had been so many times before but never with such a fire in his heart. The droid V stood dumbstruck as the mob rushed past him, puzzled as to what was going on. Ymmot was the first to reach the Dungeon's gates and having given away his keys to Elm, was forced to shoot the lock. The pistol roared into life as he fired it, sparks showered onto the ground, and the gate was forced open as Ymmot and the rest of the crowd bustled inside. Prism was rubbing her eyes in the corner of a cell, having been woken by the gun blast. She took to her feet as one of the mob aimed a hard kick at her cell door, and another, and more joined in. The gate split and swung open.

"What the hell is going on Ymmot?" Prism said as she caught the eyes of Ymmot. Ymmot shuffled through the crowd so that he was close to Prism.
"Look, to be honest I was going to do this anyway." He said in a hushed tone.
"Do what exactly?" Prism folded her arms on her hips, speaking loudly much to the distress of Ymmot.
"We're rebelling against the droids, them locking you in prison captured the public's imagination I suppose. Hey, it worked last time."
"What do you mean it worked last time? I'm fine in here, they would have let me out anyway since Jiggmin is obviously not poisoned after all, and they would need my medical knowledge to keep him in check. I'm surprised they haven't asked for my help already!"
"Look just stay quiet and play along." Hissed Ymmot under his breath. "I know all that, but this is our chance to get rid of the droids. Just please play along."
"Look, I'm going to see how Jiggmin is. I know the droids are bad but giving me that duty wasn't one of their mistakes. It will be no good killing the droids if Jiggmin isn't OK, would it now? I might as well get him away from their before things kick off. Do what you like with Asilva and V but leave me out of this from now on." Prism shoved her way through the milling crowd, out of the Dungeons and into the late morning sun. Ymmot followed her out. He noticed V was no longer to be seen. Probably gone to find Asilva he thought.

*****

The sun had just tipped over the top of the mountains and sunlight spilled down their sides. Half a dozen small sparkles glittered in the light, one of which was Akan. The small robot can tip-tapped down the mountain path and onward to Jiggmin's Village. She had planned to be carried by Webbz, why a Queen shouldn't need to make such a tiresome journey with her own two feet, but Webbz was too sick for such a task and so she carried herself. Dreams of power whirled around her little mind as she walked. Oh to imagine their delighted faces when she, Akan, announced she had come to save JV from its broken leadership and lift it into a new golden age! Oh but she wasn't quite that naive, saviors are not always welcome, and there wasn't just one sparkle on the mountain side that day. Behind her marched five polished droids, each armed with filed claws and fangs. They were robots constructed from spare parts Akan had originally spied in the Jiggmin's Village engineering workshop. She had to program them herself, and they were not very bright, but they could follow orders and that suited her just fine.

Webbz lay sprawled out on the tiled floor of Akan's palace. Akan herself had no strength to move her and so she let her remain there, but now Webbz was coming round again. She groaned and cupped her head in her hands. It ached and felt groggy right behind her eyes. She rolled onto her hands and knees but didn't get onto her feet, she felt as if she would topple over were she to try. Then suddenly she noticed there was a soft mumbling coming from somewhere. It bothered her, and she forced herself with great effort to look around the room and find out where the noise was coming from. It wasn't long before she saw the pink headphones on Akan's chair, so she crawled over to them and put them on.
A robotic voice spoke back to her.
"He's asleep right now, but he is awake."
"What do you mean?" An equally unsavory voice replied.
"He's no longer in a coma. He's been speaking a lot too, he remembers everything before the coma... except, you know. He remembers that he trusts Prism."
"Who else knows this?" The reply was shaky.
"That's why I asked you to put Prism in jail, but it has leaked out some other way. Haven't you noticed the crowds of people?"
"I was confused by that."
"We can't let him take control again, V, we have to get him back into his coma."
Webbz gasped, Jiggmin wasn't dead! But Black had the poison, if he hadn't put it in Jiggmin's food then... She felt her sweating brow and then she realized. Black had given HER the poison. She would have been cross, but the relief that she hadn't caused any harm to Jiggmin lessened her rage. After all, Akan had said the poison wasn't potent enough to kill a healthy person. Recovering from her shock, she focused on the headphones again.
"We could kill him too. Nobody would have to know he was dead. Without a leader the people would rely on us for direction, we'd be the new Jiggmin."
"They would guess, I am already sure we have enemies. Silence! Someone approaches." There was a creaking of a door and footsteps.
"Prism! You are supposed to be in the Dungeons! Unauthorized exit from the Dungeons is an offence that-"
"Please just shut up." This voice was less harsh, a human. "I'm taking Jiggmin somewhere safer to look at him. Look, this is in his interest, just let me go."
"Do not give orders to us!" The robotic voice replied, louder and angrier. "Jiggmin stays in this room, he stays with us and only us, leave RIGHT NOW!"
"Shh, look you've woken him." The softer voice replied. "Jiggmin, tell the droids to let me take you away."
A new voice joined the fray. "It's OK Asilva, I'm tired of this room anyway." Droids cannot deny the wishes of their leader, no matter how much they want to, it is their one sure weakness. Webbz heard the sound of squeaking wheels, and then the sound of a door being gently shut.
"Why would she want to take Jiggmin away from us?" The steely voice was intense and hot with anger. "V, go and hide somewhere quick, I think something bad is happening." Webbz could begin to hear the barrage of crowds. Thoughts raced through her head. If Jiggmin wasn't dead, if there was a rebellious mob, what would happen to Akan's plan?

*****

Ymmot burst through the door of Jiggmin's house to find Asilva sitting upon the bed. Other members of the mob soon piled into the room, and others heckled from the outside. Ymmot raised his arm, pointing the pistol at Asilva's head.
"You've lost." He said grimly, "Jiggmin's awake, your reign is over, Sparks too is coming to an end."
"Lost?" Asilva ground his jaws together, the sound was vile. "How dare you confront me! I think I have full reason to believe that you are rebelling against Jiggmin, and have the right to exact absolute justice on you."
"I'm not against Jiggmin you glorified microwave, I'm-" Ymmot was cut off mid-speech as Asilva slammed into him, ramming him onto the floor. Asilva grabbed Ymmot's gun-arm with broad talons, crushing his arm and causing him to cry out in agony. Asilva bent forwards, Mouth gaping open and fangs drooping over Ymmot's neck. They were still spattered with dried blood after the incident with Squids. Ymmot looked around at the mob.
"Get him off me!" They stood aghast, their once passionate rage meant nothing once in the presence of Asilva. Only someone absolutely insane would have intervened.

Black emerged from the crowd, Pickle-make Pistol in hand, jumping up and down and wailing at the top of his lungs, YAAUUURRGRGHH. Asilva looked up, more in abject curiosity than shock or fear, and was then shot through the neck with a splintery CRACK. The grip on Ymmot's arm loosened for but a moment, but it was enough for Ymmot to tear it loose. He fired his own pistol into Asilva's chest, shrapnel and viscous sparks spraying out the other side. Asilva screamed, a high-pitched and rasping kind of noise that tore through the minds of all those nearby and left them feeling dead inside. Ymmot fired again, blood now dripping from the flaps of skin that hang off his tattered arm. Asilva's scream lowered in pitch, dying to a hateful hum, and then he dropped to the ground. Black and some other crowd members who had the sense to help dragged the metal body from Ymmot, who lay on the ground holding his injured arm and gritting his teeth in pain. He looked up at Black.
"Yaurgh? That's the best you could think of?" and passed out.

[~Twisted]

Bump


Seriously read this story people it's amazing.

[PooZy]

Part 12

Python hurried around the stairs and to the front of the party, keen to make himself the first into the room. Cal patted Python on the shoulder as he passed him and reached the final door. It looked ironically innocent, a wooden paneled door that seemed much more homely than the glass and metal automated doors in the rest of the building. Python charged into its side and smashed through into the room. Without thinking he dived behind a leather sofa to his left, quickly followed by the rest of the party.

"Python..." Helion's voice shook. Python craned his neck and looked onto his chest, it was strewn with small pea-sized holes. A shotgun smoked at the far side of the room, lashed to a desk, brown cord tied around its trigger and linked to the broken doorknob that now lay in the middle of the room.
Poozy stuck his head over the rim of the sofa and looked about, the room was completely empty apart from its furnishings. He turned back to Python.
"Looks like your metal body saved us." He said, and Python forced himself to his feet, struggling to get up. Cal jumped up to aid him.
"Python are you..?"
"I'm fine" He replied, "I was built for worse than this." Gradually the rest of the party emerged from behind the sofa, gazing around the room. It was very large, as if all the rooms of a house had been laid out next to each other and all the walls were removed, yet there was no sign of any life. The huge curved desk at the end of the room was bare apart from mugs of coffee and a pen stand, ignoring the shotgun of course. The room was bathed in a dull, warm light, filtered by the dome of tinted glass that surrounded them. It was similar to the room they had passed on the way up, and granted them a wide view in all directions.

"There's nobody here..." Said Anthony, "...B-but Ramm said this was the living quarters."
"He was right" Replied Poozy, "Look at those mugs of coffee, somebody has definitely been living here. They must've heard about us when those guards ran into the city, then set up that shotgun and scarpered" Yak threw his rifle to the ground, swearing.
"Then we've lost! He could be anywhere now." He looked to the orange mapping device that Ramm had made in desperation. "Actually... he could be here..." Poozy and Anthony hurried to Yak's side. The orange device showed a narrow corridor leading away from the main chamber.
"An escape hatch!" Exclaimed Poozy, "It leads vertically down to the base of the building." The trio peered out the tinted round window, the smog was lit up blue and red from the flashing of emergency vehicles below. Helion joined in.
"So that means whoever it is, he's gone down the hatch and is at the bottom right now?"
"It looks that way." Said Yak, his brief excitement fading again. Cal aimed his shriek rifle at the glass dome's side, an air of solemn determination on his face.
"Get back here guys, I'm opening this up." Everybody jumped back to where Cal stood, and he fired the weapon. The room shook with an almighty bang and the bolt shot straight through the window, disappearing into the smoggy sky beyond. The entire side of the glass dome was flung outwards from the shock wave, like a stone being dropped into a pond. A shard of light leapt into the room through the gaping chasm and suddenly the sky loomed above them, no longer obscured by the coloured glass. Cool air rushed to fill the space. The action raised the group's spirits, and Helion even cheered.
"Come on guys!" Yelled Cal, who was straining to push the sofa towards the hole. The rest rushed to his side and heaved, then with a forceful shove from Python the sofa shifted and slid out of the window. As it fell through the sky it ate away at the smog, punching a hole through to the clear air below. The world was revealed to them, crisp and new. Specks of light danced beneath them, and Python zoomed his vision to see more clearly.
"It's the Mayor of Sparks. He's at the foothills of the building, surrounded by guards and police." Python snorted back a laugh.
"That's the first time I've heard a droid laugh!" Said Poozy, "What is it?"
"They've met the sofa." The party of six screwed up with laughter. Python inspected the scene more carefully.
"Looks like they recognise it too, they're coming in the building with us!"
"So we're the ones all canned up in this room, being set upon by THEM?!" Poozy continued laughing.
"Yea but we haven't got any sofas, can't have a stand-off without comfort!" Cal said whilst stifling his giggles.
"Well at least this time we know how an assault on this room pans out." Said Yak, nudging Python, "Lets set up our own traps!"

The group were quick to act, first they pushed a bookcase over the place where the door used to be. Yak gave up his rifle, which was put alongside the shotgun on the curved desk.
"These shotgun pellets couldn't penetrate a bookcase" Reasoned Poozy, "But the shriek rifle will pierce it easily." Both were bound to the bookcase so that they would fire if it were moved. Secondly Python let out a little oil from his fuel tank and drained it into Anthony's old water-bottle. This was generously squirted over the floor of the room, and a small trail leading to the front of the shotgun and rifle, the idea being that it would ignite when the guns fired. Lastly the team tore up the floor boards that covered the escape hatch and stole down it. This time Helion went first, for Python was a slow climber and would hold the group up. The entire way down was nothing but a steel ladder, and before long all six of them were exhausted. The metal was also cold and their hands grew numb and hard to control, yet they went on regardless. All below them they could hear the echoed sounds of footsteps.
"Do you think that's them?" Asked Helion.
"Yes it must be" Answered Yak (who was behind him), "You can hear them coming closer as we go further down." Helion concentrated hard, and then he was sure of it. The whirring motors of an elevator were clear even within the escape chute, it grew louder and then peaked before slowly dying away again.
"Listen, we've passed them half way." Said Yak.

The party had just reached the bottom of the ladder and were helping each other down when the real noises started. The unmistakable CRACK of a shriek rifle was more than they needed to know that their trap had been triggered. Their way outside was blocked by a card-activated door which was soon blasted open by Anthony's less noisy (in comparison only) gun. They streamed through the door and into the street, straight into the circle of police cars. A broken leather sofa lay on the cracked pavement before them, a pair of legs comically sticking out from its underside. There were few police left guarding the area, and they ran away at the quite frankly horrific sight of Python, leaving the party alone in the street. Poozy strolled up to one of the police cars and threw open the door, dragging the Mayor of Sparks out with him.
"D'you know what my guards will do to you! You idiots, do you have a death wish? If you had any sense you'd be the ones running!" The mayor spat, but was hushed by Yak.
"There are your guards." Yak pointed to the top of the warehouse, an orange glow flickered in the smog. Small embers of burning fabric fluttered down on the breeze. The mayor gawped at this, and lashed from side to side in a vein attempt to break free.
"I have loads of guards! There's more coming right now, you'd better be running by the time they..." Poozy interpreted the mayor.
"Python stand watch, we need some peace and quiet for just a moment."

Then the group began to talk to the Mayor. He agreed to all their conditions of course, he was in no position to barter, and soon he had resigned his position as Mayor and agreed to free all the towns he had captured to work in the city. It didn't come easily, and he cursed the group tenfold for each extra agreement they held him to, but progress was made. They eventually released him, and he ran down the street flailing his arms and calling for guards.
"Here Anthony, you can take the cities keys until the new Mayor is elected." Poozy passed a ring of keys to Anthony. "and Cal, take these signed papers to the City authorities and make sure they know what's happened." Cal took the rolls of papers, and accompanied by Yak, walked off down the far street. "Oh and Anthony, Helion."
"Yes?" Asked Anthony and Helion together.
"Find some fireworks."




Next section is epilogue.

[Mfdom]

"Oh and Anthony, Helion."
"Yes?" Asked Anthony and Helion together.
"Find some fireworks."

And popcorn. D:
*waiting for epilogue*

[~Twisted]

Hell yes I have the city key <3

[PooZy]

Epilogue (of sorts)

JVKlub was crammed, the fullest it had been since the last revolution. There were so many that people were sharing chairs about the round table, and an extra amount of candles had been lit. There was Prism, Joman, Black, Poozy, Anthony, Ramm, Cal, Yak, Python, Ymmot, Clips, Jennifer, Dutany and Helion. All were talking merrily and discussing the events of the previous days.
"Python, tell them about the sofa!" Said Cal, "It's best coming from you, you saw it land."
"Well, I know I saw it better than they did." Rasped Python, the full table listening intently, "They almost didn't notice it even when it landed, then they started calling for their boss when they finally did. Of course he was under the sofa, so I assume he wasn't of much use." The sound of laughing bounced off the walls of the den, a rare sound that had become very welcome recently.
"Hey, you have to tell me this in full later. I'll put it in my newsletter." Said Dutany, scribbling furiously in his notepad.
"Oh, you can't do that!" Said Ramm, "Seriously use your head, if Sparks knows we're involved in that whole affair then they will arrest us all for harboring criminals. It's bad enough that you left a pickle shriek rifle in that damned city, it's a good thing nobody there knows what a pickle is or they could easily put two and two together and..."
"But it seems like it has all worked out now." Poozy finally concluded, trying to lift the mood again. "I've heard news that Sparks is going to have an election, you wouldn't believe the candidates either."
"Why, who are they?" Asked Joman.
"Well I'm sure a lot of them are Sparks people, but one is Elm. Looks like Ymmot must've freed him, that right?"
Ymmot nodded, "Yea I let him the keys so he could escape, but that was before Prism got locked up. I would've hung onto them a bit longer if I had known."
"It worked out for the best, if you had kept the keys then you might not have needed to lead a full rebellion and Asilva would still be in control." Said Joman. Ymmot looked at him curiously.
"You mean, after all that time of telling me to keep hold of the keys and never use them, you think I did the right thing?"
"Yea. I can't argue with results, and nobody got hurt." To this Ymmot pointed at his bandaged arm, "Oh yea, except that."
"And anyway" Replied Ymmot, "I could easily have been killed if Black hadn't shot Asilva through the neck, and... 'yaaargh'" Black smiled from across the table, then looked up as if remembering something important.
"Guys, guys, guys, something important." The others turned to him casually, fully expecting some more light hearted banter. Black pulled a glass file out of his pocket and held it aloft. "Webbz gave me this a couple of moons ago and told me to pour it on Jiggmin's food. She told me it was a recipe for making food all nice and stuff." There was a cough and then silence.
"Wait, so you were the one who poisoned Jiggmin?!" Asked Prism angrily. Black waved his hands around in protest.
"No no no no no no, I never gave it to Jiggmin, and Jiggmin never got poisoned anyway remember, remember? I dropped it in Webbz drink after I got her a little tipsy." Everybody settled down at this news, relaxed once again. "It's my specialty!" Black added.
"Wait..." Said Jennifer, "Why should Webbz want to kill Jiggmin? I mean I've known her long enough and she's OK, this is all too freaky!"
"Well..." Joman mumbled, "Webbz was good friends with Akan, you know, that can who left ages ago... do you think this could possibly be Akan's doing?"
"Never mind Akan, what I'm worried about is where V has gotten to." Said Ymmot.
"That's true." Said Poozy, "He's usually right by Asilva's side, every day and all the time. I've rarely seen them separated for long."
"I might help answer that." Python replied, "V was built to answer commands, not to give them and not to act on his own. He would only have left Asilva if Asilva had ordered him too."
"Wait, that could be good!" Jennifer said joyfully, "If he can't act on his own then he won't be causing us any trouble any longer!" Python shook his head to this.
"More likely he'll find a new master."

*****

Webbz woke suddenly, startled by the clap of the terrible front doors being shut. In marched Akan, but not on her own two feet. She was carried by V, Webbz recognized him instantly with his torn up back. Behind them marched the other five droids Akan had built herself, paling in comparison to V despite his injury.
"Put me down here Dookums." Commanded Akan, and she was laid down on the tiled floor. "I see you're better now Webbz, good good. It's just as well my poison was weak." Webbz struggled to reply, still woozy from the poison even now.
"How did you... know that I was... the one poisoned..." Although by the time she finished speaking Webbz has already guessed.
"Dookums here told me a lot." She said, stroking V's cheek with her tiny robotic hand, "He told me Jiggmin woke up and hadn't died. Yes I know! Woke up! It's hard to believe, but really he did. I remembered you barfing all over my beautiful tiles and then it all clicked. You see, whoever you asked to poison Jiggmin must have poisoned you instead!" Akan snapped her fingers and V marched to Webbz, picking her up and laying her on Akan's chair.
"There, that's much more comfortable, isn't it? You're going to have to be comfortable to hear the rest." Webbz groaned but had lost the energy to argue any further, so Akan continued.
"Sparks got hit by assassins, the old Mayor has been turned out. He's probably run off to the badlands by now. Point is, they're holding elections. Sparks people are soooo stupid, really now they're pretty dumb. I think it will be easy to win this election. Hey, once I have Sparks then getting JV will be a piece of cake! Hmm, actually, DOOKUMS!" V saluted and stomped off through a door in the side of the room. "That robot is so nifty! I found him stumbling about at the JV welcoming gates, he didn't seem to know where he was going or what he was doing. I think he likes me though."
The robot returned, a generous slab of cake on a dainty plate held in his hands.



To be continueeeed....?

[~Twisted]

Damn cliffhangers. ;^;

[doubleth!nk]

Great story!

Just loved it all, you can really tell a great tale!

Nice cliffhanger too, All in all, I think you ended it perfectly.

[Mfdom]

This is easily the best out of the majority of story threads I've seen especially because this one is finished! Oh my God! It's finished! How is that possible? But what really grabs me about this story are the settings and of course the maniacal droids. If there was any concept of the mods more refreshing than the imaginary JVPD it would be a system of malfunctioning droids built only to protect their master.

The settings are new as well. Aside from the "perfect" and common village setting, this story presents the village as a dusty, poorly maintained place that is crying out for justice against its robotic oppressors. The characters, however, seem little more than names to me. Though I wish there was a little more character development I think they progressed the story along quite nicely. In the little amount of time it took to write this, it would have added a couple more chapters. Still needs more FUM though.

I spotted a couple typos, none that I could remember nor any that would've changed the reading experience too drastically. I see many typos in literature especially the infamous "this this". I didn't expect a perfect story, nor did I even expect a story at all, but I'm pretty sure you've exceeded everyone's expectations.

[Dutany]

ARGH CLIFFHANGER

i hate you poozy ;-;

No I don't this is the best story ever <3