Here it is, ladies and gentlemen. The powerful ending to Foo Story 2. There will be, obviously, a Foo Story 3. I can't wait for it to be posted; the ending is extremely powerful, and finally explains why all the death and destruction were necessary - well, I guess I won't reveal anymore about that.

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Chapter 5: The Beginning of the End

Violet looked at the members of GTC with pride as he walked towards his seat at the head of the conference table. After sitting down, he paused for a few moments before speaking. Finally, he allowed himself to speak his mind. “Six hours into the journey and everything’s been smooth.” He swallowed hard, as if fighting back tears. “I just want to say how very proud I am – of all of you. In an hour or so, we’ll be approaching planet Mercury. Everyone get some rest. Once we land, we’re going to have a lot of work to do and a very short time to do it. Dismissed.”

With that, everyone in the room stood up and, without a word, walked out of the conference room to their chambers. Violet watched them leave and, as soon as the final door was closed, began to cry.

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Fooruman quickly woke up as his alarm sounded. He ran at full speed to his computer to see the cause of the alarm – a proximity alert! He quickly reached for the intercom and spoke into it. “The time has come, my faithful servant! Vengeance shall be mine! Fetch my spell book and bring it to the conference room. I’ll meet you there shortly.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.”

Fooruman put the intercom back in its dock and looked at his monitor, watching the incoming spaceship. He turned around, grabbed the door handle, slowly turned it, pulled back, and walked out it. He walked down the hall in a state of euphoria; his victory was nigh. He was finally going to win – finally going to prove his power. After about a five minutes’ walk, he reached the conference room. Black Ninja was already there, seated. Fooruman walked past him and sat down. After about a minute of silence, Fooruman grabbed a remote and pressed a button on it. A huge projector appeared in the center of the table, facing the western wall of the conference room. Fooruman hit another button and it turned on, showing a live feed of the resistance’s landing sequence. Fooruman finally spoke. “Pass me my spell book.”

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Violet stood in front of everyone with a tear in his eye. “Well, everyone, we’re here. Currently, there are five portables set up. They all have gravity and chemical levels that strongly resemble Earth norm. Sonyk, stay here. I have a job for you. Everyone else, head to portable two. Coppertop has some basic precautions to go over with you. Move with a purpose, people!”

As everyone siphoned out, Sonyk walked slowly towards Violet, unsure what his job would be.

“Ah, Sonyk,” Violet said, “Just the man I need. I have a special job for you; no, it’s not optional. You are the only person here who can do this. I need you to go and scout out Fooruman’s fortress for me. There’s a special heat suit over there – it won’t make you invulnerable, but it should protect you from higher temperatures than any of our other suits would. Good luck, soldier.” Violet saluted and walked out towards portable two.

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Fooruman watched Sonyk walk out of the portable and laughed. “He thinks he’s safe – he thinks he’s won! This is it, my faithful servant. We will have our vengeance.”

Black Ninja got out of his seat and took a seat closer to the monitor. He heard Fooruman begin to mutter words from the spell book and knew the time of his vengeance was at hand.

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Sonyk stood atop a hill and took out his binoculars. It looked like Fooruman’s fortress was about a mile away. Sonyk looked up. “Hmm,” he thought, “The sun looks a bit brighter than usual.”

Ignoring the thought, he pressed on and continued walking. Suddenly there was a bright flash. Sonyk looked up again and the sun seemed dark, as though some of its flaming intensity had been exhausted. He suddenly realized what was happening. “Oh, crap,” he said. He started running full-sprint towards Fooruman’s fortress.

A huge beam of pure energy hit Sonyk’s body, instantly engulfing him in flames. The flames were instantly sucked into space. Despite being severely burned, Sonyk continued to run as fast as he could, hoping he could make it. It was becoming unbearably hot; he could barely feel his own limbs. Then, in an instant, the heat intensified. Nothing remained of Sonyk; not even a pile of ash. The chemicals from his re-breather exploded, leaving another cloud of fire in the vast emptiness of space.

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Black Ninja was in a state of ecstasy as he watched his enemy burn and suffer before dying. He let out a maniacal laugh as the re-breather exploded in a cloud of flame.

Fooruman laughed. “You see, Black Ninja? Our victory is assured. No enemy has ever withstood our might – and they never will.”

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Coppertop ran as fast as she could to portable one, where Violet was currently doing research. She ripped the door open as quickly as she could and slammed it behind her. “Violet, sir,” she gasped for breath, “Sonyk has…” she paused, “Sonyk has been killed by Fooruman.

Violet cursed under his breath. After spending a few moments in silence, apparently deep in thought, he grabbed his intercom and spoke into it. “Attention portables two and three. We have a code gray. I repeat, code gray. I’m putting quarantine into effect – everyone report to portable one’s conference room immediately. If anyone has anything to say that isn’t helping me out, I insist you shut the heck up, or so help me, I will shoot you down.”

Violet put the intercom back into its dock and walked silently into the next room. He sat down at the end of the table and waited.

Within a minute, Spotty, Coppertop, and Faw walked in. They all sat down silently, without even looking at each other.

After thinking over his words for a few moments, Violet spoke. “Sonyk is dead. Yes, dead. That’s why now I need to ask more of you than I have before. Our resistance is, in all reality, destined to fail. There is no doubt of that in my mind. However, I would like to propose that if we must go out, we may as well go out in a blaze of glory. I plan to make a final assault on Fooruman’s fortress. He doesn’t know about operation: repopulation; I believe that if we attack him with all our force, the test subjects for this operation will be able to live and successfully complete the mission. I believe that this night holds the very meaning of our lives – what if, tonight, the fighting could be over? Isn’t that worth dying for? Who will join me?”

For about ten minutes, everyone was silent. Finally, Spotty stood up and stretched out his arm to the middle of the conference table. “I’m in,” he said.

Coppertop soon did the same, followed by Faw and Violet.

“Ok,” Violet said, “Let’s do this.”

TO BE CONCLUDED