762: A Jedi’s Destiny – Chapter SixPosted: July 2, 2014
Welcome back to A Jedi’s Destiny, a Jedi fic that dares to break the mold by not having any Jedi!
Last week we got some hardcore wish fulfillment as Simba bows down to Buster and then Buster gets it on with Zira. Probably. Also, we were introduced to our Awesome McEvil, Professor
Charles Xavier “Tiberious” X. He’s Russian, evil, and related to Buster in some way or another.
That’s pretty much all we had last chapter. So, what’s in store for us this chapter?
If you’re thinking it has something to do with the anti-lion, lion that Professor X was cooking up, then you’re on the right page.
After 2 months of working and procedures, project XT was underway.
If there’s one thing you can say about Professor X, it’s that he’s willing to put the time in and ignore deadlines to make something happen! In another two or three decades he should be ready for the first test of the virtualized prototype!
Frederic was able to comprehend the new stream of commands via vidscreen while positioned out in the field.
Yes, because going straight to the live field-test with Buster worked out so well.
Extreme Plot Shenanigans: 22
Armed with a militia class 3-barrel gattling gun, one Siberian 88 magnum and two sets of talons, 2inch short-range gutters and 14inch war blades.
Holy shit! Where the hell is he keeping all that!? Dude, Fred is an anthropomorphic lion, not a friggen’ military-class Humvee!
And you know what would have saved a lot of time and money? Mounting the gatling gun to a helicopter! Buster isn’t trying to hide, you idiots! He spends most of his time out in the open, so just fly overhead and blast him!
“Frederic, continue to stage 7 for test of hell fire cannon!” a voice came over a headset specially placed with in Frederic’s inferred helmet.
Infrared is a wavelength of light that we can’t see, but one that’s also used a lot in TV remotes. If this dude’s helmet is painted infrared, I bet he has a lot of trouble programming his VCR.
“Affirmative” He replied with a lifeless computer droning voice.
A dull, lifeless voice. I bet he and Buster will get on famously! They already have so much in common.
He ran like hell to a building and stopped he surveyed the building.
Building is probably where Food and Water comes from.
On the screen, there were 10-13 guards guarding a keycard to the Class seven attack chopper behind the building.
First, your future tech must not be very good if it’s giving you such vague readings on the number of guards. Second, why are they guarding the keys to an attack chopper? Third, why is this thing started with a keycard? Fourth, why is the chopper itself outside behind the building if it’s important enough to have a dozen-ish guards protecting the keycard. Wouldn’t it be more useful to guard the chopper itself?
He kneeled on the ground and pulled out the 3-barrel gattling gun.
Subtle. I bet he and Markus got the same basic covert-ops training. Blast everything and make sure plenty of people see you.
He aimed and fired like a mad man with a trail of shells spewing out all over the ground. Huge bullets flew through the men inside of the building.
Uh, Fred, if they’re guarding a keycard, and you’re shooting them through the walls, what, exactly, is preventing your bullets from shredding the keycard along with everything else in the room?
He ran and picked up the keycard while still firing the HFC gattling.
Even if you’ve got super-strength, a gatling gun is NOT something you can wield with one hand. Certainly not something you fire while going through doors, down halls, and picking up things.
And if you blew away everyone in the building already, what are you firing at?
Wait… isn’t the helicopter behind thing building? What is stopping your bullets from destroying it as they pass through the building at it?
Frederic stuffed the card in his coat pocket and shot his way through the last of the guards.
Newb. If you can shoot the gaurds through the wall, and you commit to doing that, kill ALL the guards before proceeding. Don’t half finish a job and then just wander around spraying bullets. That’s a good way to run out of ammo right before a boss fight.
The gun depleted its supply of ammo and the barrels were still turning as he climbed into the choppers pilot seat.
GAH! Why were you still firing as you were getting into a helicopter!?
Extreme Plot Shenanigans: 23
This whole scene is just idiotic.
He threw the gattling on the floor and jammed the keycard into the ignition slot on the chopper.
Uh, guy, this is a chopper, not a BMW.
You might notice a few things about that cockpit. The most important is that there’s no place to put a key or keycard. The reason there’s no place to put a key or keycard is that helicopters (and aviation vehicles in general) have a very complicated startup sequences that prevent your average person from just jumping in and taking off with them. And most helicopters are stored in areas that are off-limits and protected in the first place, so a key would be redundant anyway.
Not to mention that a combat chopper would probably take at least two people, if not a crew, to get airborne anyway.
From a distance, Frederic’s father, Professor X was watching through field glasses. “Are you ready Buster!?” He thought to him self.
Vic, I know you’re trying to be mysterious, but the audience really does need to know what Prof X has against Buster. And what the hell happened to Kahn!? Wasn’t he the guy who had it in for Buster due to reasons? Why the sudden shift to this poorly drawn Russian idiot?
Pride Lands Simba was already to leave the pride lands with his Pride when they began to ask questions.
I hope some of those questions revolve around why they don’t just kill or drive off Buster and Zira and take the Outlands for themselves.
What will happen to us, Is there any room in the Outlands for use?
A lot of you will die from hunger and no. What else do you want to know?
Will this Buster Betray us?
Guys, he just used the power of the plot to overthrow your leader and crown himself king. He’s ALREADY betrayed you. Actually, that’s not entirely true. Buster, before this moment, had no interaction with the pack, so it wasn’t a betrayal as betraying requires a certain amount of trust to exist. This was more of a successful offensive move to usurp power.
and so on was asked by the lioness’s before they would trench through the remains of the Pride Lands to their new home in the Outlands.
So nobody is pointing out that they have Buster and Zira outnumbered at least 15-to-1? That surrendering their sovereignty is not necessary? Nothing? Bueller? Bueller?
Simba assured each of the lionesses and then turned his back on Pride Rock to face the Outlands.
Simba, it’s really hard to root for you when you’re being this big of an idiot. Please tell me you have a sudden but inevitable betrayal planned.
Outlands Days later, the caravan of lion and lioness’s came to the same wall as Simba did before only with one side completely torn down to serve as passage to their new home.
Wait, how the fuck did that happen!? Did Buster karate-chop the wall and it crumbled? Zira developed a sonic-boom attack that she used to blast the wall? Did they find a tank? What the hell, fic!?
“Ok! Every one stay here as I go and see if Zira and Buster have changed their mind on this” Simba asked.
Now would be the time for a hostile takeover, Simba. Just saying. Not only do you outnumber him, but he just compromised the only defensive structure he had to help keep you all at bay.
Our Hero, Ladies and Gentleman: 17
ID’s characters display better tactical sense than Buster does.
With out any word he went for the newly opened passage way
Right, aside from all those words he just said to the entire pack. Not counting those, naturally.
and saw that the tree was just the same as before only that their were neatly placed flags fluttering in the breeze of the late afternoon.
The hell? Did somebody else just bust their way in here and plant some flags? What’s going on, fic?
Three flags with the symbol of an eagle with its head facing to the left siting on a small gray symbol. It’s wings facing straight down its body. Simba looked at it for a few minutes and then heard Zira’s voice.
Ah, so I guess the US decided to barge in and lay claim to this 6-mile-wide jungle that’s out in the middle of nowhere. For reasons, of course.
Lots of tactical advantage to having a lot of trees in the middle of a desert, don’tcha know.
“It’s ok Simba, don’t be alarmed by the flags. They just represent my pregnancy” Simba looked strangely at Zira and then came closer.
What. The. FUCK!?
So, these are Buster’s flags? Where in the name of crap did he get them? And if he made them, how in the name of the twelve hells did he do that!? If he just had them laying around, why did he have those flags!? What’s the point? Did the military give them to him just in case he got a lioness pregnant? Why did he need a flag if that happened!?
Extreme Plot Shenanigans: 24
This makes even LESS sense than Markus’s datapad of endless knowledge being the key to transferring ownership of the super-base to him!
“So you are going to bear Buster cub are you” Simba asked.
Nope, we got it in a pod full of goo out back, you idiot.
“Yes I am. Were is the rest of the Pride!” Zira asked. For a couple seconds, Simba noticed that Zira was in fact getting a little fatter.
Dude, not cool. No matter how big a pregnant lady gets, you don’t refer to it as fat. That’s a good way to get yourself killed.
“They are just out side Zira. Do you want me to get them?” “Yes, that would be nice” She replied as she turned to see her mate emerge from the cave in the tree.
Gods dammit! Not another Tree Cave! The one in Raptor and I was enough, thank-you-very-much!
“Good morn, beloved” She said cheerfully and then walked over to him.
If anyone needs me, I’ll be over here, gagging quietly to myself.
“Ah, Simba, good to see you. Were are you going?” Buster said with a tired voice.
Not sure if changing his voice from a robotic droning to tired is a move up or down on the voice continuum.
“I’m just going to get the rest of your new Pride” Simba said with Pride.
Vic, you are not funny or subtle. Nor would Simba be taking this laying down.
*Looks at the $21 million dollar PCC contract payment into Simba’s private account*
OK, well, there are extenuating circumstances here.
After Simba disappeared around the corner, Buster looked at Zira. “You know, Zira, I’ve always looked forward to this day.” Buster said.
Of course you have. You are an unrepentant douchebag who side-line quarterbacked Simba’s rule while being wholly unqualified to actually do a better job.
Our Hero, Ladies and Gentleman: 18
As much as Fred is a flat, uninteresting mini-boss for Buster to beat and look awesome while doing so, I’m still going to root for him.
Eliza! Get the darkwraiths to make me a Team Fred foam finger!
*A pie flies into the room and hits Taco in the face*
Hazelnut and pistachio, I guess she’s still mad at me.
“I know you have looked forward to this day” Zira said. Simba appeared around the corner and who followed would be Buster and Zira’s salvation.
Salvation from what, precisely? From their evil? Seems like they’re well on their way to affirming their evil solidly in their psyche’s if you ask me.
After every one of the lionesses were sitting in the presence of Buster, their new king, Buster spoke.
Oh crap, everyone strap in for a long and egotistical speech.
“Welcome to your new home lady’s, Simba.
That sentence hurts to read.
I hope as we prosper, we can get to know each of you”
I hope that by “prosper” you mean “dwindle to sustainable numbers.”
interrupted by a female in the back. “Mother?!”
Somebody interrupted the speech!?
I’m guessing this is going to be Vitani, Zira’s only daughter who joins with Simba’s pride rather than allow her mother’s festering hate to continue to divide the pack.
You know, the lioness who actually displays qualities befitting a protagonist.
Vitani asked. Zira pushed buster aside and looked into the crowed and saw her only daughter with tears in her eyes.
This reunion is going better than expected, since Vitani was the first of the outsiders to turn against her mother and side with Kovu and Kiara to end the fighting.
“Vitani? Come here and give me huge hug my baby Vitani!” Zira cried.
A lot better than expected. It’s like this fic doesn’t even have the same characters in it or something.
Vitani got and ran to her mother. When she got into her Zira’s grasp, they both feel to the ground crying.
For crap’s sake, Vic! There are more emotions than bawling!
And gods forbid you use the natural animosity these two would feel towards each other to create some kind of tension. Tension, who needs it, right? I mean, tension might actually make this thing interesting, and we can’t have that stand in the way of all the wish-fulfillment.
“Mother, it’s so wonderful your alive and what’s more, you and Buster have excepted us as a part of your Pride” Vitani said.
Yeah, because that doesn’t totally contradict Vitani’s realization that both prides were actually the same at the end of the movie.
Vic, you totally missed the point of the movie because you can’t think past the end of your penis. So much for being a fan, you can’t even get one thing right about it. Not one.
You could say he got the names right, but that doesn’t count in my book if he can’t get the characterization right. He’s just given generic lions some of the names from the movie so he can fantasize about having sex with another generic lion with a name from the movie. Pretty sad, really.
“Welcome home Vitani. I’m your stepfather Buster” Buster said as he bent closer to Vitani. Vitani got up and nuzzled her stepfather’s gray main.
OK, so we’re up to one thing we know for sure about Buster’s description. He’s got a gray water main sticking out of him. It’s also at a height that it could be easily nuzzled, so I’m just going to picture it sticking out of his side.
Buster nuzzled her back and the lionesses’ awed.
Awed does not mean what you think it means, Vic. I really, really hope that you picked up a dictionary at least once while writing that book you’ve been working on for 13 years. Otherwise if you self-publish it, you’re gonna be seeing it here.
“Look Buster is nice and not evil at all” they all said to each other.
And that, ladies and gentleman is how you tell the audience what they’re supposed to think about your character. It’s like Vic understood that his character was an unlikable, evil dickbag that nobody was going to identify with, but also couldn’t think up a way to fix the situation. When that happens, bad authors fall back on the tried and true method of flat-out telling the audience how to feel about the character.
Sorry, Sparky, your character is still an unlikable bag of ass and I will continue to hope that Fred blows him up.
I’m also going to hold out some hope that Vitani suddenly comes to her senses and assassinates him.
After a good 2 hours of questions, Buster saw two figures in the distance.
Two hours!? What the hell? What questions could the pack have that would take two hours to field? And if they had important questions, WHY CAN’T THE AUDIENCE SEE THE ANSWERS!? There’s a lot of shit that doesn’t make sense here, Vic, and this would have been the perfect time to exposition dump us some answers to try to straighten this mess out! I mean yeah, random exposition is usually uncalled for, but at this point I’d rather have that than continue to suffer through the massive amount of confusion you’ve built up.
It was Kovu and Kiara with their son Taka.
Ooooookay? Why weren’t they with the rest of the group? This is their pride, too. Hell, Kiara is heiress incumbent. Why were they 2 hours late to this party!?
Buster began to speak. “Is that Kovu Zira?”
Without knowing if it’s normal for lions to take their mother’s name as their surname, I’ll say… yes?
Zira looked up from the lionesses and gasped. “Well it is my second son Kovu. Kovu!” she yelled.
Why the hell is this surprising!? You KNEW he had a thing for Kiara, that’s one of the reasons he ended up changing sides. Why would you expect anything OTHER than him being with Kiara as part of this pride!?
FOR THE LOVE OF CRAP, CAN YOU MAKE SENSE EVEN ONCE!?
Kovu looked up startled and then ran to his mother.
Well, there you go, the fic can make sense. Kovu would indeed be surprised to see his mother alive.
He stopped two feet short and then asked a question. “Will you forgive me, mother?”
Nope, sorry, you made sense for one line and then lost it. If anything, Zira should be asking HIM for forgiveness. Especially if she is truly repentant for being an evil, manipulative, power-hungry, homicidal usurper. Not to mention she tried to raise him to be just as bad. Kovu realized this at the end of the movie and would probably NOT be begging for forgiveness now. If anything, he’d probably have greeted her with open hostility.
Zira looked hard down at her second son and then slowly a smile made it’s way to her lips. “Of course I forgive you my son. Join us your family in our new home.
You’ll get to sit around paying homage to a giant asshole while slowly starving to death! It’ll be great!
“New home?” Kiara asked confused.
Uh, if Kiara didn’t know that they were migrating to a new home, why is she here? Does Kovu just get up in that morning and say, “Let’s walk in a random direction until we find the plot!”
“Kiara, this is our new home” Nala said as she made her way to her daughter.
Sorry that it’s so underwhelming, but it’s the only place left in Africa that wasn’t sandsploded.
“I see” she said sarcastically.
Aaaand Kiara is now my favorite character. Finally somebody is showing the correct amount of enthusiasm for this cluster-fuck.
“Kiara!” Simba snapped. “This is our home now” Simba finished.
Saying it like a jerk doesn’t make it any less stupid, Simba.
“So, we have another kingdom to goof up, uh” she said sarcastically again.
It’s like she already knows that Buster completely lacks all the qualities of a competent leader. Too bad she’s a canon character, otherwise I’d have Crunchy prepping on the literary incursion teleporter right now.
“Kiara! This is not our kingdom. It’s Buster and Zira’s kingdom and we are going to follow their laws as long as we are under their jurisdiction” Nala said with pride.
Which means it’s going in the shitter even faster than normal.
Please, Kiara, you’re my last hope of somebody realizing that your pride heavily outnumbers Buster and Zira. I’ll even rethink my “no evacuating canon characters” policy if you point it out.
“What! It’s Zira’s kingdom!?” she blurted out.
That was my response too. The shock and disbelief doesn’t go away, but you do learn to live with it.
“Not just Zira’s but mine as well, Kiara” Buster said with a funny gaze.
“Ok father, if this is our new home, it’s our new home” Kiara said with a drop of tone in her voice.
Damn, another canon character rolls over for the Stu. We need to change scenes soon before I start getting violent.
Please be Fred, please be Fred, please be Fred-
Frederic landed the chopper on top of the old Pride rock and surveyed the area.
YES! In your face, Buster! Now we get to follow the guy who is slightly less unlikable than you are!
“Last indication of Lions: searching, searching: 4.3 days past.
Uh, Professor X has the location of Buster. His minions said that they had found exactly where he was. So, why are you landing at pride rock, moron? This just reeks of shoddy middle-management.
Locating direction taken: searching, searching: northeast, 20 degrees north.” A stream of Russian text reported and surveyed. “Following northeast 20 degrees” it said again.
Good, so get that chopper moving!
Frederic jumped out of the chopper and then looked down at his vidscreen to introduce the serum system to totally reconstruct his DNA strings.
Why not take the chopper!?
He pushed a red glowing button and then went through the same procedure Buster did, but faster.
Why? What the fuck for? Why is him being a lion important? And if him being a lion is important, WHY DID HE HAVE ALL THOSE WEAPONS!? He can’t use them if he’s a lion! Talk about entirely pointless!
Unless of course everything is anthropomorphic as the fic sometimes suggests and at other times rescinds.
After the conversion, he packed his weapons neatly into his pack and ran in the direction of the 4 day old path.
So… he’s actually an anthropomorph… right? I mean, he’s got a backpack, so he has to be, right? If that’s the case then Buster is too because it’s the same process, it even says so. But if Buster’s anthropomorphic, why haven’t any of the other lions said anything? That would be pretty noticeable. Does that mean they they are all anthropomorphic? I sure hope so, because otherwise that makes Buster having sex with Zira pretty squicktastic.
VIC! For once in your life describe something!
This fic is seriously the most confusing pile of literary trash I’ve had to suffer through for the Library.
On the way to the Outlands, Frederic hunted for his food.
Dude, everything’s desert. Next time bring some MREs or something.
A saw three Deer like animals and pulled out his Siberian 88 magnum.
We’re just going to add “Guns” to the list of things Vic doesn’t understand and couldn’t be bothered to research.
Let me lay it out there for you, patrons: First, a Siberian 88 magnum isn’t a thing. Siberian isn’t a line of guns that exist, and .88 caliber magnum bullets don’t exist either. Even if those were a thing, it would be a bullet nearly an inch in diameter. That’s impractical as you can get for hunting for a lot of reasons. First, the kick and weight of that thing would be monstrous, making it hard to aim. You’d be lucky to be able to hit something 50 yards away with an .88 mag pistol. Second, an .88 mag bullet would to a tremendous amount of damage to whatever it hit, rending most of it inedible. You just don’t need that big of a bullet to drop a deer, not even a shotgun slug is that big! Finally, a Siberian .88 mag would likely be a pistol. You don’t hunt with a pistol in a wide-open area where things are gonna see you coming a few hundred yards away. You need a rifle, idiot!
Vic, do yourself a favor and stop writing about things you have absolutely no knowledge about. Research first, writing after.
The first shot was loud and splattered blood from one of them to another’s face. He fired another shot and then another.
Because he’s evil, got it?
He picked up a small heater from his pack and then placed it on the ground. Huge flames spewed out of the heater and then he took a chunk of flesh from one of the creatures.
Vic, it’s called a stove, not a heater. A heater is something you use to warm an area, you cook with a stove. If there are flames shooting out of your heater, it’s probably not working right.
He cooked it until it was black and took out his 2inch gutter talons and cut a piece off of the cooking meat.
We get it, you’re trying to make Fred seem all scary. But this is coming off as totally ridiculous. Dude wastes some deer with a pistol that’s as big as a flare gun, pulls out a heater that’s obviously malfunctioning, char-blackens the meat like somebody who has never used a grill before, and then cuts it with one of his idiotic weapons. How are we not supposed to find this laughable?
I’m just going to call Fred Capt. Goofy from now on.
After 2 hours, he finished eating every inch of flesh on all three Zebras.
You just said they were deer-like creatures less than a paragraph ago! Gazelle are deer-like creatures, Zebra are horse or donkey-like. Hell, my 4-year old knows the difference!
I’m adding “preschool animal identification” to the things that Vic sucks at.
He continued to survey the area when a dark lion approached him from behind.
Wow, lots of vaguely evil wandering around. Must be the bad part of the void.
“Who are you!?” he asked. Frederic did not reply to the lion’s question. “Who the hell are you!” He yelled at him. “What are all these things you stupid mute dope!?” He asked again.
Random lion is kind of a dick. Not sure that if I was a lion that I’d be so ready to wander up to a random lion/human hybrid and start insulting him.
“I am a hunter of Buster Stewart Masterson” Frederic replied.
Just rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?
And wasn’t his name was Buster Tiberius in the last chapter… when did it change?
I’m too dispirited and confused at this point to even yell at you, fic.
“Who is that, wait, let me introduce my self. I am Alicia. From Outlander Pride. What grudge do you hold against my King and Master?” Alicia asked.
Bwa? But you just said you didn’t know who Buster was! What the hell, Alicia?
You can also tell that Alicia is not a canon character because her name isn’t Swahili like the rest of the lions. Smooth, Vic.
*Add “Swahili” to the growing list of things Vic sucks at*
Frederic looked at the lioness and answered. “I must kill him”
Alicia looked at this strange lion and then turned around to leave. “Hold it! Turn and face me!” He yelled. Alicia turned to see him with a stick of some sort in his right paw. “What is that!?” She yelled.
That’d be a stick. Pretty sure you’ve seen one or two of those laying around the Savanna.
He got up on his hunches and then held the strange stick against his shoulder and spoke. “Stop or I’ll kill you” He said.
Good to see Capt. Goofy making friends.
“With that stick. Yeah right moron!” Alicia sarcastically remarked. Then in the blink of an eye,
In the blink of an eye, the Author forgot to
Alicia went blank and woke up in pain in her sister’s den, Zira.
They named the den, Zira? I thought that was the “Queen’s” name?
“Oh! What happened to me?” She moaned as she tried to get up.
Bad case of contrived plot.
“Don’t move Alicia. You were the first lion of this pride to be shot by a gun” Buster said as he looked her over.
A gun!? Then what was that stick business all about!? And where did Capt. Goofy get a gun that could hit something without killing it?
That’s it! I’ve let this gun shenanigans go on long enough unchecked!
Extreme Plot Shenanigans: 25
Nothing about this fic ever makes any fucking logical sense! I just- just- so stupid- the- gah- overwhelming- GAH!
I’m beginning to think that this is the absolute worst fic I’ve found yet. It’s certainly makes the least sense. Absolutely nothing in it operates on any kind of logic at all!
“And apparently, it was a single bullet from a HFC gattling. Very deadly machine that hell fire cannon”
Vic, stop writing about guns. You really, really don’t know what you’re talking about. There is just so many things wrong with that claim that I can’t even begin to know where to start. I’m gonna try anyway:
First, gatling guns aren’t a single-shot weapon. If she got hit by one bullet, she’d be hit by a LOT of bullets.
Second, gatling guns typically use high-caliber rifle bullets, usually 7.62×51, but also 5.56 and other rifle cartridges. You don’t get hit by one of those and survive without extreme medical support.
Third, there is no way to know what weapon that bullet was fired from! Rifle cartridges are a fairly common. If she was shot once, a gatling gun would be the LAST thing you’d think of. Rather, you’d think of a rifle.
Fourth, if he tried to fire a gatling gun at her, she would have noticed because they have to spool up to speed before the first round can be fired.
Finally, the gatling gun ran out of ammo when he captured the chopper, so he couldn’t have shot her with it.
Alicia looked up at her leaders face and made a funny face. “What are you talking about Buster, sir?” she asked.
Can everyone stop making faces at each other, please? This is a lion pride, not a clown college.
Zira came in from eating and saw that her only sister was on her bed with a huge blood crusted wound on her left shoulder.
Oh good, not only does Zira now have a sister with a random German name instead of a Swahili one, but said sister has also been the victim of the most cliché wound that Hollywood has ever come up with: the shoulder shot.
“What happened to you. Get stepped on or something?” Zira asked as she laid down next to Alicia.
“Your sibling has been the first victim of what I feared of ever since we meet a year ago, Zira. My Russian friend, Professor T. X has retaliated and sent another of my kind to kill me and do the tests I was designed for” Buster said as he laid his head on Zira’s back.
It’s EXPOSITION! What a show!
It’s EXPOSITION! Boy it blows…
What everylion should ask right now: “What do you mean ‘one of your kind?’ We thought you were a lion!? What haven’t you been telling us!?”
Instead, they say:
“What are you talking about Sir” Alicia asked.
Honestly, I’ll take it. At least now I’m not the only one totally confused by this fic.
“Never mind” Zira told her as she started to nod off to sleep.
If by “nod off to sleep” you mean “succumbs to her internal injuries” then yes, that’s accurate.
Simba woke up after he and Nala rested in the tree.
Guys, hate to break it to you, but neither of you are monkeys. Lions aren’t really know for sleeping in tre-
Oh… carry on then.
There was no one around for miles and he sat up and stretched his back muscles.
Nobody around for miles? But their little slice of forest is only 3 miles in radius. Where the hell is this tree? Do they normally head a few leagues out of town to nap?
Nala woke up a couple of minutes later. “What time of day do you think it is, Simba?” asked as she leaned over her son, Jester.
Still a stupid name. Even stupider now that I remember that it’s also not Swahili like it should be.
Seriously, Vic, did you even watch the movies?
“I don’t know, Nala. I have to get used to this latitude and longitude before I can tell what time is what around here.
Yeah, because the Sun is really hard to find in order to figure that shit out.
I kind of like it here anyway” Simba said as he peered out side.
“Peered outside?” But, you’re in a tree. You are outside!
He then noticed a lion high above him watching him with a shinny material around his eyes.
O hai, Capt. Goofy! If you’re here to kill Buster, he’s in that small forest surrounded by the rock wall. Hard to miss since it’s 300 foot tall and in the middle of a flat wasteland.
Buster came out of his part of the tree and saw Simba Squinting at something.
So, by “nobody around for miles” the narration meant that Simba and Nala weer surrounded by losers rather than actually alone. English can be a very nuanced language at times.
“What are you looking at, Simba?” Buster asked. “That lion way, way up there” Simba replied turning his head to face Buster. “What lion?” Buster asked again.
The one over there, by the formless bit of the void.
“That one right there in that crevice of shrubs and stuff”
Oh, there. Ahh that’s just, wait. That’s not Nuka, is it?” Buster said as he stared at the lion.
Dude, I know this is a masturbatory, wish-fulfillment fic, but can you please leave at least one of the lions dead!?
Nuka, I’m digging the Kano look. I’m sure you aren’t a reconstructed evil lion-cyborg sent to kill Buster. And if you are, all the better!
“No! Buster! Please don’t remind me of Nuka, Please.” Zira asked with tears in her eyes as she started to make some attempt to bond with Vitani.
This would be touching or heart-wrenching if the fic had provided characters that I could give a shit about.
Uh? Sorry Zira, dear” Buster said. Buster turned to face Simba who was not making a sound. “Simba? What did you do to my step son any way?” Buster asked.
I guess the view from the cheap seats was obstructed when
Kano Nuka died. That’s why you’re an ass AND a pretender king, sparky.
And you should really ask Zira about that, it’s a great story.
It was not my fault, Buster. The logs he was on just weren’t steady enough and he fell. That’s all I know of. Unless Zira will tell us what happened after I left. That’s all I know, Buster” Simba said.
Kinda true. The missing part was that the only reason Simba was on the logs was because it was part of Zira’s plan to assassinate him. Kovu had a change of heart and tried to stop the plan, but Nuka came in and made things go all sideways. In the end, the logs are released and end up killing Nuka instead of Simba. Ultimately, Nuka died because Zira killed the wrong lion. So, yeah, it’s all Zira’s fault. I’m sure Vic remembered that.
What? I’m totally sincere in that belief.
“Well if you wanted to know Buster. You just had to ask me. After Simba got away and the dust had settled again, Nuka was beneath a couple of logs. His last words at all were. I’m sorry mother. I tried. He died with out much of my motherly love in his life. I guess he died knowing that I-I loved him” Zira finished with a tremor in her voice. “Buster moved back towards her and laid a paw on her folded paws as she quietly began to cry.
Extreme Plot Shenanigans: 26
So there it is, that whole plot point is twisted to make it a tragic accident. Suuuuuure.
Sorry, bucko, but you don’t get to do that. The ONLY reason anyone was near those logs was because you had Kovu bait Simba onto them as part of your plan to kill him. The fact that you killed Nuka instead does not absolve you from the murder. Our heroine, ladies and gentlemen.
At least she owns up to being a lousy mother. That’s true no matter which of her children you use as the metric. I’m sure it’ll be true of the next one, too.
Gods I hope Cyber-Nuka comes in and kills all these idiots.
Frederic finally came to a stop and saw smoke in the distance. In his helmet, a square picked an area and then enlarged it. “So that’s Buster’s little hiding place” Professor X said. For he was watching the whole thing back in Russia.
So, that whole “we know where Buster is” thing his minions said was something along the lines of, “HE’S IN AFRICA!” Way too much middle-management going on there.
Anyway, that’s the end of chapter six! Don’t worry folks, it only gets worse from here. Until next week, patrons!