"MacDestro" Chapter 7
By: Cadet Deming
I don't own the rights to GI Joe (or Shakespeare), so please don't sue. This is Shakespeare's play Macbeth, retooled for Cobra's High Command. I'm going more along with the plot twists and scene structure of the play than with the language of it. Some scenes condensed for brevity, others fleshed out more. Based on a blending of cartoon and comic canon. Rated PG-13 for violence, murder adult language and situations. Thanks for the good reviews !
Setting: Scotland
Starring:
Destro................Macbeth
The Baroness...........Lady Macbeth
Serpentor............. King Duncan
Storm-Shadow..............Banquo
Billy..................Fleance
Major Bludd...........Thane of Cawdor
Zartan................MacDuff
Dr. Mindbender..............Donalbain
Torch, Buzzer, Ripper.......The Weird Sisters
Scrap-Iron (when applicable).....The Weird Sisters
Tomax/Xamot ................Lennox
Cobra Commander.............Malcolm
"The Freds".............Various soldiers
The alarm rang throughout the castle.
Destro, Zartan, Anastasia, the twins, and a group of Iron Grenadiers and Cobra soldiers congregated outside of Serpentor's room to as "the Freds" tried to defend themselves.
"But sirs, and uh Baroness, we we're here the whole night guardin' him, honest," said Fred 321.
"The whole night? This bedroom only has 1 door, and the windows are barred shut. No one could have entered through them," said Destro angrily.
"Unless YOU were the ones who allowed the killer in. Maybe you're secret agents, part of a conspiracy to assassinate our great leader!" hissed the Baroness, as she took a long gulp from a glass of scotch.
"We weren't part of a conspiracy man," whined Fred 323.
"We were....uh..," he glanced at Fred 321 searching for an answer that wouldn't get them killed.
"We were...um...er...asleep," gulped Fred 323.
"Asleep! Do you expect me to believe that? My Iron Grenadiers will beat a confession out of you. IG Number 417, take these fools to the interrogation room. I'm.." he winked at a burly-looking soldier next to him. "...Absolutely certain they'll confess to being in the employ of the Joes or Interpol or the CIA or preferably, all of them."
The IG winked back: "Yessir, a Number 23 comin' right up."
Several soldiers started to drag the hapless men off as Fred 321 said: "Dude this ain't fair! I want a lawyer."
"Yeah dude, is there a lawyer here?"
Everyone turned and stared at Tomax and Xamot. The twins both looked down at the ground and started whistling "Amazing Grace" in unison.
"Get them out of my sight and put them under strict surveillance. No one speaks to them without coming through me first," said Destro.
The soldiers dragged the protesting septic vipers from the room.
"With all due respect.," began Tomax.
".confessions under pain of torture..," said Xamot.
"...Have no legal validity," said both brothers.
"People will confess to working for."
"...Martha Stewart if you..,"
"..Beat them long enough."
"What do you expect us to use? Truth Serum? Besides, I think those two men have a bit of a 'chemical immunity' by now, if you ask me," said the Baroness, as she finished off the glass of scotch she was drinking and poured herself another one.
"This is my estate. I'll run operations as I see fit," said Destro.
"Which is precisely what got Serpentor killed in the first place. How convenient," sneered Zartan.
"You DARE accuse me? How do I know you're not involved Zartan? You were the one who professed to discover him. You could have been the one who fired the shot after the guards let you in."
"As if I had time. That body's been dead for at least a half-hour."
"Look, these are questions a coroner viper should answer. We could have someone examine the bullet and have a ballistics expert trace it back. The killer must still be here. We can have everyone turn over their guns and trace it back to the killer that way. If it's those inept guards, we already have them in custody. If it's someone else, I'm sure they'll....confess who hired them in no time," purred the Baroness.
Destro interjected: "An excellent idea my dear. We'll have everyone's weapons examined and then..."
"Oh no you won't. I wouldn't walk around defenseless in front of you if my life depended on it," said Zartan.
"It does, if you refuse. I'm in control of Cobra now, and I'll also charge you as the prime suspect, regardless of what time you conveniently entered Serpentor's room alone. Iron Grenadiers!" said Destro, gesturing for his troops to take aim at Zartan.
Zartan growled, not like a powerful dog, but like a cornered human.
"Fine. But one of these days, Destro. One of these days..," he said as he removed his guns and handed them to a nearby IG.
The others handed over their weapons to Destro's minions and milled out down the hallway. The High Command members cast suspicious glances at each other.
The last to leave was Storm-Shadow. "You know, my friend, it is interesting how everything is turning out the way the Drednoks predicted. Serpentor's demise is actually in your favor."
"The emperor's death brings me great sadness. I will reclaim his....honor," said Destro.
"I'm sure you will, Destro. I'm sure you will," said Storm-shadow coldly, as he walked away.
Destro watched him the way a hawk watches a field mouse.
By: Cadet Deming
I don't own the rights to GI Joe (or Shakespeare), so please don't sue. This is Shakespeare's play Macbeth, retooled for Cobra's High Command. I'm going more along with the plot twists and scene structure of the play than with the language of it. Some scenes condensed for brevity, others fleshed out more. Based on a blending of cartoon and comic canon. Rated PG-13 for violence, murder adult language and situations. Thanks for the good reviews !
Setting: Scotland
Starring:
Destro................Macbeth
The Baroness...........Lady Macbeth
Serpentor............. King Duncan
Storm-Shadow..............Banquo
Billy..................Fleance
Major Bludd...........Thane of Cawdor
Zartan................MacDuff
Dr. Mindbender..............Donalbain
Torch, Buzzer, Ripper.......The Weird Sisters
Scrap-Iron (when applicable).....The Weird Sisters
Tomax/Xamot ................Lennox
Cobra Commander.............Malcolm
"The Freds".............Various soldiers
The alarm rang throughout the castle.
Destro, Zartan, Anastasia, the twins, and a group of Iron Grenadiers and Cobra soldiers congregated outside of Serpentor's room to as "the Freds" tried to defend themselves.
"But sirs, and uh Baroness, we we're here the whole night guardin' him, honest," said Fred 321.
"The whole night? This bedroom only has 1 door, and the windows are barred shut. No one could have entered through them," said Destro angrily.
"Unless YOU were the ones who allowed the killer in. Maybe you're secret agents, part of a conspiracy to assassinate our great leader!" hissed the Baroness, as she took a long gulp from a glass of scotch.
"We weren't part of a conspiracy man," whined Fred 323.
"We were....uh..," he glanced at Fred 321 searching for an answer that wouldn't get them killed.
"We were...um...er...asleep," gulped Fred 323.
"Asleep! Do you expect me to believe that? My Iron Grenadiers will beat a confession out of you. IG Number 417, take these fools to the interrogation room. I'm.." he winked at a burly-looking soldier next to him. "...Absolutely certain they'll confess to being in the employ of the Joes or Interpol or the CIA or preferably, all of them."
The IG winked back: "Yessir, a Number 23 comin' right up."
Several soldiers started to drag the hapless men off as Fred 321 said: "Dude this ain't fair! I want a lawyer."
"Yeah dude, is there a lawyer here?"
Everyone turned and stared at Tomax and Xamot. The twins both looked down at the ground and started whistling "Amazing Grace" in unison.
"Get them out of my sight and put them under strict surveillance. No one speaks to them without coming through me first," said Destro.
The soldiers dragged the protesting septic vipers from the room.
"With all due respect.," began Tomax.
".confessions under pain of torture..," said Xamot.
"...Have no legal validity," said both brothers.
"People will confess to working for."
"...Martha Stewart if you..,"
"..Beat them long enough."
"What do you expect us to use? Truth Serum? Besides, I think those two men have a bit of a 'chemical immunity' by now, if you ask me," said the Baroness, as she finished off the glass of scotch she was drinking and poured herself another one.
"This is my estate. I'll run operations as I see fit," said Destro.
"Which is precisely what got Serpentor killed in the first place. How convenient," sneered Zartan.
"You DARE accuse me? How do I know you're not involved Zartan? You were the one who professed to discover him. You could have been the one who fired the shot after the guards let you in."
"As if I had time. That body's been dead for at least a half-hour."
"Look, these are questions a coroner viper should answer. We could have someone examine the bullet and have a ballistics expert trace it back. The killer must still be here. We can have everyone turn over their guns and trace it back to the killer that way. If it's those inept guards, we already have them in custody. If it's someone else, I'm sure they'll....confess who hired them in no time," purred the Baroness.
Destro interjected: "An excellent idea my dear. We'll have everyone's weapons examined and then..."
"Oh no you won't. I wouldn't walk around defenseless in front of you if my life depended on it," said Zartan.
"It does, if you refuse. I'm in control of Cobra now, and I'll also charge you as the prime suspect, regardless of what time you conveniently entered Serpentor's room alone. Iron Grenadiers!" said Destro, gesturing for his troops to take aim at Zartan.
Zartan growled, not like a powerful dog, but like a cornered human.
"Fine. But one of these days, Destro. One of these days..," he said as he removed his guns and handed them to a nearby IG.
The others handed over their weapons to Destro's minions and milled out down the hallway. The High Command members cast suspicious glances at each other.
The last to leave was Storm-Shadow. "You know, my friend, it is interesting how everything is turning out the way the Drednoks predicted. Serpentor's demise is actually in your favor."
"The emperor's death brings me great sadness. I will reclaim his....honor," said Destro.
"I'm sure you will, Destro. I'm sure you will," said Storm-shadow coldly, as he walked away.
Destro watched him the way a hawk watches a field mouse.