The legend of Garsul and a world unlike any other

[SquirrelBoy]

Sunlight hit the ancient structure towering above the lunar surface known as the tower of Bobo, half shadowed from the Earth off in the distance. Craters belched white hot flames across the battle scarred surface as an army ranging in the millions fought among themselves in preparation for the battle to come. None of whom knowing of the meeting taking place far above them in the highest room of the citadel. As one lone figure, draped in a torn and blood stained cloak ascended the stone staircase. His figure hidden for all but the lower half of his disfigured face, the tentacles that made it up hanging down, rustling slightly with each step... His name was Garsul...

As he reached the top of the staircase and pushed the wooden door open, eyes belonging to beings of pure evil turned to face him. A figure, clothed in armor as black as the dark side of the moon, stood at the front of the group, his hands atop a mighty sword with which he leaned upon... His voice was deep and commanding as he spoke... "Good to see you could join us Garsul, we were just about to start." As Garsul pulled up a seat in between a black tiger covered in white stripes and a being dressed in black assassin clothes the eyes from the rest of the table turned back to the being at the front. "Proceed True-Lies.." Said a man a few seats from Garsul, his bright red hair slicked back and a monocle covering his smaller eye.

"Right, as I was saying" Spoke True-Lies as he pressed his hand against the table the group was situated at. A holographic map appeared a few feet off of the table in the form of planet Earth and zoomed in on a large base in the heart of the Antarctic continent. "This is our target!" He said as he pointed at the base, the map zooming in to show a structure much like this one. Carved into the side were the words, "Iron League"....

[SquirrelBoy]

"Are you mad!?" Shouted a figure to the left of Garsul as he slammed his fist down on the table, he recognized the voice. "You want us to attack again after what happened last time?! Or have you already forgotten!" True-Lies expression turned from one of anticipation to one of pure anger. "I know damn well what happened Nega! Half of my army, some of the bravest men I've ever known, died!" Shouted True-Lies as he fought back a tear for his lost comrades. The figure who had interrupted stood up, a black crown atop his head, and an eye patch over one eye. "Then why attack again!? We all took massive casualties in our armies, and," The figure paused as he fought back a tear as well. "We lost some of our own." The room went silent then as everyone present looked away, trying to hide their emotions. None could forget that fateful day in B.O.S. history....

[SquirrelBoy]

After several moments of silence amongst the B.O.S. True-Lies pretended to clear his throat so to cut the thick tension. "To answer you question, Nega" He said as he hit several keys on the table, causing the map to zoom out far enough to show the moon. "Gimpy has found a way to send the moon hurtling into the Earth. Wiping the Iron League from existence." The man with slicked back red hair stood and fixed his monocle. "Now I imagine most of you are wondering just how we're going to pull it off." He said as he looked around the room, it was Garsul who spoke next, to every ones surprise. His voice was gruff and muffled when he said, "I have full faith in your plan Gimpy, but where will we go?" Before Gimpy could reply, the black tiger spoke up, "He's right. Olympus Mons can't possibly hold all our armies." "Nor Dragonham" Said the magician leaning back in his chair to the right of Gimpy. "If you two are done," Said Gimpy, irritation clearly in his voice, "We will be moving our, operations, to another universe entirely"....

The black tiger with white stripes nearly jumped out of his chair. "You don't mean," He said, a shocked look on his face. "Exactly!" Exclaimed Gimpy, a devious smile on his face. "Brothers, The Harvester and I," He gestured toward the tiger. "Have found a place deep within Mars satellite Phobos. There lies a being, a shape shifter of sorts, who guards the gateway between this world and the nega verse." The dark figure with the black crown atop his head stood again. "What do you mean by Nega verse, Gimpy? I can't imagine it's simply because you decided to name it after me." Gimpy left out a soft chuckle, "No SBN, the Nega verse, as told in the inscriptions on the walls of the entrance, is a parallel universe. In other words, there is a universe much like this one, where we, the Brotherhood, are," Gimpy searched his extensive vocabulary for the right word. "Good?" Asked Garsul. Intrigued expressions turned to ones of hate as Garsul felt every eye there turned on him. SBN slammed his fist against the table as he shouted, "Need I remind you of what kind of punishment is acceptable for such talk Garsul!?" "No, he's right." Spoke Gimpy, a stern look on his face. Gasps of shock were heard from all those present. Such a concept was considered insane at the least...