Kang considered the sinister "New Post" button with caution. Not really knowing what to expect. Hesitantly he reached for the malevolently glowing thing. Gritting his teeth, his finger made contact with the static charged object. He was not surprised at the strange sensation that something deadly awaited them all. "No," he thought to himself. "It's too late to turn back now." With a final thrust of his hand, the button clicked.

"Well?" Captain Moreno asked with an annoyed look on her face.

Kang waved her off. "Nothing seems to be out of place. I guess now we wait."

"Humph..., Why is it that I always seem to be waiting when I'm with you?"

"Because dear Amanda, I know how much you enjoy staring at that incredibly exciting data terminal."

"I'd rather be back on the 'Travesty' shooting at something."

Kang looked at her in amusement. "You'll be back on your precious ship soon enough, don't worry."

He grinned and turned back to the wall-screen, looking for anything out of place. He noticed the captain from the corner of his eye as she slumped over the desk and rested her chin in an upturned palm with a sigh. "There'd better be some action after all of this."

"I'm sure there will be, Captain. I'm sure there will be.

The General Manifesto of His Royal Nobleness...

To Whom It May Concern:

Herein is the General Manifesto of His Royal Nobleness. And goodness. And generosity. Oooh, and charm, how can we forget charm! ....

Uh...

Let me start over.

Okay peoples, it's time to take ya'll out back to the Woodshed. First off, Kang, love your posts to death, I mean it, but I think I speak for everyone when I say, START A NEW POST! I have many blogs to read during my daily constitutionals, and I rely on the RSS feeds of such wonderful services as Google Reader to let me know when a new post is, well, posted. Anyway, your stuff is awesome, so quit attaching novels as comments on older posts. We all want to read your stuff, and it deserves it's own stuff. In fact I can daresay that your writing has more relevance to the Moag universe than anything I've put up here.

Okay, moving on. For the rest of you, POST! I believe we all need a refresher on the various species of Moag. If only there was someone who had all the writing documentation of each species in a plastic box-container in his house with which he could post an entry for each species. But alas, such a thing may not exist! I can't say for sure, it's been a LLLLOOOONGGG time since I saw the box in an official Moag capacity. Anyway, if only such a thing would happen! Oh, and we were promised a chapter of some fictional work of fiction (does that make it fact?).

Oh, uh, yeah. That was me. Well forget about that last comment. I thought Bot was going to put up a chapter of his Orson Scott Card - inspired work. We're all itching to get our hands on it.

And last but not least,

I'M MAKING A TRIUMPHANT RETURN FROM THE NORTHERN LANDS THIS WEEKEND!

Now I'm sure we'd all like to gather to partake of the finest meats and cheezes throughout the land, so I'm going to tell you Mr. Shadowwire, let's make this happen. Nothing can stop the League of Extraordinary Gentle-Moagers from assembling!

Except for our wives.

It's Art Time!

The Royal Welcome...

We welcome to our humble little blog the one and only Kang Dragoon. And his death ray.

I must say it's about time that he has accepted our pleas to join in the fun. After countless attempts (okay, a single email to an email account that may or may not have been his), he has seen it wise to bless us with his presence. I'm actually pretty excited about this turn of events.

For those of you not familiar with Kang's writing styles, well, simply read his post/novella on the Atrius Preim interview. It rocks. Really. It has been some time since I have had the pleasure to "roll the dice" with Kang, and I had forgotten how much he has invested in the MOAG universe. Our little blog will only get better with his involvement.

So we salute you, Kang, and please post regularly. Because we all know that Shadowwire wont.

Oh, and uh... about that squadron of Midget Ninjas... yeah...

Atrius Preim: Where Are They Now? Edition

Today we have a special treat for all or our loyal readers (yes, all TWO of you). Having watched his meteoric rise through the ranks of MOAG-ites everywhere, we thought it would only be fitting to give you an update on everybody's favorite One-eyed half-breed. We were there for the very first toss of the die, we rang out with joy at his first armor booted footstep. We even felt the pain of the first limb he lost! Yes, we are talking about Atrius Preim. At the height of his fame, he was one of the most important figures in the MOAG universe. He got all the chicks, had all the cool endorsment deals, even had his own shoe line ("Nothin' feels as fine as a PREIM!").

But just as quickly as he rose to the top, he vanished from the public eye amid rumors and innuendos. Where did he go? Was he dead? Was his extra big toe really just a prosthetic plastic stump? Well avid reader, fear not. Using the latest in investigative technology and time honored techniques used by the elite Midget-Ninja squads of the Gestapo, we are proud to bring to you the first intimate interview with Atrius since he left the public eye and the MOAG universe almost 2 years ago. So sit back, and enjoy as Salvaggio brings you the half-twisted, fully deranged mind of Atrius Preim.

SV - Well, we're here in Quarg's Narfler Hut on the backwater planet of Blagnrok IV, where they apparently take Conara stim sticks to gourmet levels, not that we've tried them. And we never will. But anyway, here we are with Atrius Preim, the great MOAG superstar. Atrius, I think I can speak for all of our loyal readers, the question we want asked is Why? Why did you leave?

AP - I don't really know. I was quite happy with what was going on in my life. I thought things were going great, and then the next thing you know, I'm lightyears away from everything. I just woke up one day and it was like I couldnt' do it anymore. It was like being in a long distance relationship.

SV - But where did you go?

AP - Oh, I was all over the place. I really think that the Black Gargon really did some bad things to me, but I liked it, you know? I kept telling everyone that I didn't have a problem, and unfortunately, the rest of the gang believed me, because they were all messed up by the Gargons they had. Except for... DAMMIT! I can't even remember his name! You see what it did to me? Here I am, can't even remember the name of someone who saved my life! And it's not like he's easy to forget! He was 15 feet tall, looked like a demon, a Kraii for those of you who might have seen one, and was a great friend. This is what I mean, the Gargon just messes you up man...

SV - Speaking of the Gargon, after you left, Kang Dragoon the President of Eden, released study after study, some of them very persuasive, claiming that the Gargons never existed. He claimed that you were a con-man who's luck had run out and that you went on the lamb to escape punishment for your crimes, most of which he claimed were performed on his subjects. What do you have to say about these allegations?

AP - That really hurt me. Kang was a good friend, at least I thought he was. He was very eager to help us out, Sentano, Dannis, Von and myself. When we were first finding the Gargons, and helping him with his "magic" brick, he was the best friend you could ask for. Always giving us supplies, helping us out with the latest tech. We thought he was a good guy...

SV - So if Kang was such a good friend, why did he say the things he did?

AP - It all started when Vot Kotes, the leader of Kang's elite Will Power special forces, started giving us more information and involving us in their plans than he did Kang. I think Kang was jealous. He was never offered a Gargon, and I think that was the straw that broke the camel's back. Should we have offered him one? Maybe, but he never went with us to find them. He wasn't one of the guys risking their lives, and so we never really thought about giving him one.

SV - So he took some low blows at you just because you didn't involve him in your plans? That doesn't say much about his moral character that he's been preaching in his current run for the Galactic Council...

AP - Now hold on. Yes, he was jealous, and it took me a while to understand why he did what he did, but Kang is a very smart guy. He didn't say those things just to discredit me. And really, I don't think it did much to hurt my public image.

SV - He had an alterior motive perhaps?

AP - Your a smart guy, and I bet you can figure it out. Let's just say that when we finally did agree to stop using the Gargons, we needed a secure place to keep them. That's all I'm going to say on the matter.

SV - So you're saying that Kang Dra...

AP - Drop it. Where done with that subject. Now, unfortunately, I have some business to attend to. So it looks like we're done here.

SV - Okay, okay. Thanks for your time, Atrius. But if you don't mind, just one more question?

AP - If you keep it quick.

SV - If I happened to come in tomorrow night, and sat down at this table, would you be here?

AP - Guess you'll have to come in tomorrow night to find out.

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I watched him walk out of the bar, but I must admit, he didn't look like he was suffering from any ill effects from the mysterious gargons he claims to have been suffering from. In fact, he moved with cat-like speed and disappeared into the crowded streets with the ease and skill of one who was trained to move that way, and was very very good at it. But he left me with more questions than answers. Did the Gargons really exist? But the most intriguing thought of the night was this: Kang Dragoon was hiding something, and more importantly, Atrius Preim is in on it, perhaps leading it. Maybe he is out of the public eye, but I don't think he will be for long.

I went back to the bar the next evening, hoping to ask him some more questions. I was not surprised to find the table empty. But I was surprised to find a note. It simply said:

Don't come looking for me. I'll find YOU when you need to know.

Oh, and buy me dinner at least next time.