[Megamanmush stuff] THE LOG OF DOOM.
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bzarcherLight Labs - Command
Monitors and computer consoles line the walls of this cavernous room. In the center of the room is a round computer with holographic display, its lights flashing busily as it processes information about mavericks, and their last known sitings. Computers along the walls are also occupied with an information processing task. Technicians and other Maverick Hunters run about hastily, monitoring the computers, and making sure the information is as accurate as it can be. The whole air of this room exudes purpose and drive, and the hustle and bustle seems neverending. On the south wall are two large bulletproof windows which gives you a view of the rooftop runway and Hangar Area. A large blast door in in the middle of the two windows, giving easy access to the landing strip.
Blues is sitting, watching one of the sets of displays. Dressed fairly casually, a coffee mug sits, undrunk, next to him. His fingers tap lightly against the desk, and it's hard to tell what he's thinking.
Rigger slips through the doorway into the command center with her gaze fixed firmly on a spot of the floor just in front of her. She begins to pace around the command center before even seeming to realise that Blues is here. Once she does she stops her fidgeting immediately to look up and stare at him. It's the casual clothes. Throws her for a loop. "Proto?"
Blues raises a hand and waves, then finally takes a bit of his coffee before returning it. "Last I checked, anyhow." Turning, he raises an eyebrow beneath his glasses. "Looks like you've something on your mind."
"You're right," Rigger agrees. She doesn't expound on it for the moment as she opts instead to pull out a chair to sit opposite the first android. Her arms drape over her knees as she settles into a leaning-over sort of slump to focus her attention fully on Blues. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about it. I'm planning on joining up with those Irregular Overlord guys to see what their deal is. Figured I should let you know so you don't get the wrong idea when it happens. I'm keeping it a secret from most folks for obvious reasons."
Blues grunts a bit, and starts to relax a bit until Rigger explains, and then goes much more alert and attentive. "I see....mind if I give you a job while you're in there?"
Rigger lifts an eyebrow in a somewhat curious manner. Blues, giving her a job? She shrugs though, and bobs her head in an agreeable nod. "Sure. I'm going to be there, might as well do what I can."
Blues nods, and leans in. Sitting up a bit more, he speaks softly to avoid anyone overhearing. "Inside them. iBluegrass seems to be...something different. Remember the power armor designs the UN has shown?"
Rigger lifts both eyebrows rather abruptly at that. She did indeed remember. "Yeah, I'm building something based off of them," she admits with a slow nod. "That's my main reason for going though, rather than asking one of you guys. I can get better info on their tech. These 'omnidroids' I've heard about especially."
Blues mms. "Okay. Then there's something I want you to do. That iBluegrass is a girl in some form of armor. I don't think she's terribly old, either. Maybe 20 at the most. And for whatever reason, she's hooked herself into this and needs the sense smacked into her. I wasn't able to do it on the battlefield, so maybe you'll have better luck from the inside."
Now this was a surprise. Rigger had assumed Blues was going to ask her to get information on the tech the girl used. But this? She merely blinks at him a time or two and utters, "You expect me to... I kinda screwed up bad enough with Kalinka, you know." A slight frown follows as she reaches up to rub at her face with a sigh. "I'll give it my best shot."
Blues shrugs. "I think you might be one of the few ways to keep this girl from getting killed. Because if she takes on the Mavericks or Repliforce, they won't give a damn. And the Idiot Squad wouldn't even realize there was a human inside."
Rigger dips her head in another nod as she thinks these facts over. "You're right," she admits simply. "I take it she's not very good at fighting to begin with. Repliforce probably would be more cautious fighting her if they knew that, though. Most of them anyway, I doubt folks like Barrage would give a hoot. I'll try though. I will."
Blues shrugs. "She tried hard against me and lost. But most people try hard against me and lose, unless they happen to have something really impressive up their sleeves. It's a difficult thing to grade." Letting her talk through the situation, he shrugs. "I don't know, and don't want to risk it. Besides, most of them don't understand how to keep an operation secure, and that could be a problem, too. One person being careful on the inside is probably the smartest way to go."
"I just hope Durandal can forgive me for not telling him about it. He's already wondering why I'm acting weird." Rigger frowns a little more before sitting up straight in her seat again. "I'd make a bad joke about you having a crush on this girl, but my sense of humor seems to be asleep right now."
Blues rolls his eyes. "I try not to date well armed lunatics. That's been the hunter pastime so long it's gotten cliche....though you might want to at least try to tell Durandal something sublty. Being shot by your own creations tends to leave a bit of a cool area when the holidays roll around."
Rigger lifts a hand to wave dismissively over the idea. "I'm leaving him a note just before I leave. I need his reactions to be authentic in the meantime... He'll understand. He'll be pissed, but he'll understand."
Blues nods. "Fair enough. And a pretty sound reasoning. Shock and anger is always best fresh."
Rigger runs her fingers back through her hair with a tired sigh. "Yeah. Doesn't make me feel any better about it, but if I don't do it I could end up dead. I'd rather avoid that if I can."
You say, "Most people tend to agree on that."
Rigger pushes up from her seat, and stretches her arms over her head with a tired sigh. "I think I'm going to go get some time in the training room. Burn off some nerves, that sort of thing."
Blues nods, and turns back to the monitors. "I'll be up here if you need anything else...I have a few people I want to run into, and this seems the best place to do it."
Rigger walks past and goes so far as to risk a quick pat to his shoulder. She might lose a limb for it, but it's a quick enough that perhaps it could be forgiven. "We have phone numbers too you know. Rest up while you can though. Seems like these guys intend to hit hard and often."
Blues lets it go, and shrugs. "Phones don't have eyes. Phones don't sweat. And phones don't give things away I like to learn." He shakes his head. "Believe me, I know. I've already taken down 3 of them."
Rigger pauses to lift her eyebrows at that, "Taken down phones? Why Proto, what did they ever do to you? They're not even sentient. But then that could be said half the time for the people that use them too."
Blues rolls his eyes. "Your sense of humor really is off...go see if you can find it down in the training room."
Rigger makes a fist and hits it to her chest with a melodramatic sigh. "Cut me to the quick, there. Guess I'll have to try harder or turn in my membership to the 'Sarcastic Scientist Society.' Later, Proto." With that she heads into the gravlift to head down.
Blues smiles a bit, then drinks a bit more coffee, settling in again.
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Light Labs - Command
Monitors and computer consoles line the walls of this cavernous room. In the center of the room is a round computer with holographic display, its lights flashing busily as it processes information about mavericks, and their last known sitings. Computers along the walls are also occupied with an information processing task. Technicians and other Maverick Hunters run about hastily, monitoring the computers, and making sure the information is as accurate as it can be. The whole air of this room exudes purpose and drive, and the hustle and bustle seems neverending. On the south wall are two large bulletproof windows which gives you a view of the rooftop runway and Hangar Area. A large blast door in in the middle of the two windows, giving easy access to the landing strip.
Blues is sitting, watching one of the sets of displays. Dressed fairly casually, a coffee mug sits, undrunk, next to him. His fingers tap lightly against the desk, and it's hard to tell what he's thinking.
Rigger slips through the doorway into the command center with her gaze fixed firmly on a spot of the floor just in front of her. She begins to pace around the command center before even seeming to realise that Blues is here. Once she does she stops her fidgeting immediately to look up and stare at him. It's the casual clothes. Throws her for a loop. "Proto?"
Blues raises a hand and waves, then finally takes a bit of his coffee before returning it. "Last I checked, anyhow." Turning, he raises an eyebrow beneath his glasses. "Looks like you've something on your mind."
"You're right," Rigger agrees. She doesn't expound on it for the moment as she opts instead to pull out a chair to sit opposite the first android. Her arms drape over her knees as she settles into a leaning-over sort of slump to focus her attention fully on Blues. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about it. I'm planning on joining up with those Irregular Overlord guys to see what their deal is. Figured I should let you know so you don't get the wrong idea when it happens. I'm keeping it a secret from most folks for obvious reasons."
Blues grunts a bit, and starts to relax a bit until Rigger explains, and then goes much more alert and attentive. "I see....mind if I give you a job while you're in there?"
Rigger lifts an eyebrow in a somewhat curious manner. Blues, giving her a job? She shrugs though, and bobs her head in an agreeable nod. "Sure. I'm going to be there, might as well do what I can."
Blues nods, and leans in. Sitting up a bit more, he speaks softly to avoid anyone overhearing. "Inside them. iBluegrass seems to be...something different. Remember the power armor designs the UN has shown?"
Rigger lifts both eyebrows rather abruptly at that. She did indeed remember. "Yeah, I'm building something based off of them," she admits with a slow nod. "That's my main reason for going though, rather than asking one of you guys. I can get better info on their tech. These 'omnidroids' I've heard about especially."
Blues mms. "Okay. Then there's something I want you to do. That iBluegrass is a girl in some form of armor. I don't think she's terribly old, either. Maybe 20 at the most. And for whatever reason, she's hooked herself into this and needs the sense smacked into her. I wasn't able to do it on the battlefield, so maybe you'll have better luck from the inside."
Now this was a surprise. Rigger had assumed Blues was going to ask her to get information on the tech the girl used. But this? She merely blinks at him a time or two and utters, "You expect me to... I kinda screwed up bad enough with Kalinka, you know." A slight frown follows as she reaches up to rub at her face with a sigh. "I'll give it my best shot."
Blues shrugs. "I think you might be one of the few ways to keep this girl from getting killed. Because if she takes on the Mavericks or Repliforce, they won't give a damn. And the Idiot Squad wouldn't even realize there was a human inside."
Rigger dips her head in another nod as she thinks these facts over. "You're right," she admits simply. "I take it she's not very good at fighting to begin with. Repliforce probably would be more cautious fighting her if they knew that, though. Most of them anyway, I doubt folks like Barrage would give a hoot. I'll try though. I will."
Blues shrugs. "She tried hard against me and lost. But most people try hard against me and lose, unless they happen to have something really impressive up their sleeves. It's a difficult thing to grade." Letting her talk through the situation, he shrugs. "I don't know, and don't want to risk it. Besides, most of them don't understand how to keep an operation secure, and that could be a problem, too. One person being careful on the inside is probably the smartest way to go."
"I just hope Durandal can forgive me for not telling him about it. He's already wondering why I'm acting weird." Rigger frowns a little more before sitting up straight in her seat again. "I'd make a bad joke about you having a crush on this girl, but my sense of humor seems to be asleep right now."
Blues rolls his eyes. "I try not to date well armed lunatics. That's been the hunter pastime so long it's gotten cliche....though you might want to at least try to tell Durandal something sublty. Being shot by your own creations tends to leave a bit of a cool area when the holidays roll around."
Rigger lifts a hand to wave dismissively over the idea. "I'm leaving him a note just before I leave. I need his reactions to be authentic in the meantime... He'll understand. He'll be pissed, but he'll understand."
Blues nods. "Fair enough. And a pretty sound reasoning. Shock and anger is always best fresh."
Rigger runs her fingers back through her hair with a tired sigh. "Yeah. Doesn't make me feel any better about it, but if I don't do it I could end up dead. I'd rather avoid that if I can."
You say, "Most people tend to agree on that."
Rigger pushes up from her seat, and stretches her arms over her head with a tired sigh. "I think I'm going to go get some time in the training room. Burn off some nerves, that sort of thing."
Blues nods, and turns back to the monitors. "I'll be up here if you need anything else...I have a few people I want to run into, and this seems the best place to do it."
Rigger walks past and goes so far as to risk a quick pat to his shoulder. She might lose a limb for it, but it's a quick enough that perhaps it could be forgiven. "We have phone numbers too you know. Rest up while you can though. Seems like these guys intend to hit hard and often."
Blues lets it go, and shrugs. "Phones don't have eyes. Phones don't sweat. And phones don't give things away I like to learn." He shakes his head. "Believe me, I know. I've already taken down 3 of them."
Rigger pauses to lift her eyebrows at that, "Taken down phones? Why Proto, what did they ever do to you? They're not even sentient. But then that could be said half the time for the people that use them too."
Blues rolls his eyes. "Your sense of humor really is off...go see if you can find it down in the training room."
Rigger makes a fist and hits it to her chest with a melodramatic sigh. "Cut me to the quick, there. Guess I'll have to try harder or turn in my membership to the 'Sarcastic Scientist Society.' Later, Proto." With that she heads into the gravlift to head down.
Blues smiles a bit, then drinks a bit more coffee, settling in again.
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Message: 10/29 Posted Author
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<hunters only="Only" incode,="Incode," text="Text" message="Message" from="from" signas="Signas">
As I'm sure quite a few of you have realized of late, we've been dealing with a new threat in the form of Scott Wily and Epsilon's new Irregular Overlords force. While we've had some general discussions regarding their disposition and goals, we still are lacking in specific information, up to and including any details on the new Omnidroids that we have encountered.
In short, we are currently lacking a large amount of information. People, it is important that if you come across any hostile activities, from this new group of enemies or from the Masters and Mavericks, you need to file your reports so the rest of us know what is going on. You could risk your life in order to find out vital pieces of information, but if the rest of us are not aware of it, then it does us absolutely no good. Please do your best to insure that any information you get your hands on gets to the rest of us as soon as possible.
Also, if anyone has any operations that they need assistance with, especially in the recon and intelligence areas, please feel free to submit your ideas, or give those of us who need to know a heads up on your activities. We need to try and take the fight back to the enemy, instead of waiting on their next move.
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<i>Time Passes…</i>
Rock has arrived.
Blues sits in a chair watching the monitors. Coffee steaming at his side, he's dressed entirely casual, except for his glasses and scarf. He could be Rock, or anyone. It's hard to tell. Looking to various scenes, he just flips channels occasionally, over and over, clearly waiting.
The sheer amount of sunglasses and similar scarves that Rock has received certainly could lend that Blues-ish air to him - if he ever wore them. But no, that's his brother's job, and instead the Blue Bomber wanders in from off the gravlift, nose buried in a report and a can of soda in his free hand.
Blues sees the reflection in the screens, and nods. "I'd been wondering when you'd show up. Keeping busy?" The screens he'd been controlling all turn off, and he spins the chair around to look at his Brother, taking his glasses off and tucking them in his shirt pocket.
Blue eyes lift up from the report and over the can's rim, Rock having been in mid-drink before he was addressed. Cutting it off short, the Hunter shrugs slightly as he makes for 'his' chair. "When am I not?" he asks, grinning lopsidedly as he sits down, setting report and can down on the console.
<global news="News" network="Network"> :| GNN Worldwide News Flash! -- A large explosion has just been reported outside of New Delhi, India, in the vicinity of industrial warehouse reportedly belonging to Khan Industries. Although not yet confirmed, the cause is reportedly to include Irregular Overlord activity, due to spotting of a Bonne Pirate craft in the vicinity slightly before the explosion.
Blues raises an eyebrow, but shrugs rather than give a verbal barb. Instead, he gestures to the report with his mug. "About the new bunch of idiots?" He turns as the broadcast comes across the command centre. "And speaking of..."
Rock blinks, looking up at the broadcast, and shakes his head quietly. "Great. Epsilon and company must be bored." He stands, peering at the GNN quietly before answering Blues's question properly. "Yeah, it is about the new -recruits-," he stresses. "It's not exactly the most uplifting reading I've ever had, though."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Simian Monk transmits, "Wha.. what happened?"
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Rock transmits, "It looks like the Irregular Overlords are throwing a party."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Signas transmits, "Indeed."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Signas transmits, "Should we bother with this, Rock?"
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Blues transmits, "I'm game."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Simian Monk transmits, "I cannot respond.. medbay bots said I shouldn't go into combat due to motor damages."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Rock comments dryly, "I'm in just bad enough of a mood to go pay my 'respects'."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Rock transmits, "You stay in the medbay and rest up, Simian. Don't overdo it."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Signas transmits, "Lets go play with them, Protoman. We should give them a proper welcome to this side of the world."
Blues shrugs. "I was actually referring to Epsilon's bunch, not the new recruits...but yes. They need work. And Signas and Zero don't seem receptive to giving them over to me for training." Then, he looks to Rock, and smiling a bit. "But I do know a great anger management program."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Blues transmits, "Light labs command to rally. Then deploy."
Signas arrives from the Teleportation Area--Light Labs.
Signas has arrived.
Rock slides his glance over to Blues at that, putting aside the recruit problems, Epsilon and company, and even his soda. GASP! "Do you? I might just be in need of one," he quips, grinning in amusement.
Blues's answer comes in his standing and going to his Protoman armor, one hand collapsing into his Buster. "I think they'll be very surprised to see us appear in their faces, don't you? And the resulting fight is great for your whoopass chakra."
Signas walks into the door a few moments later, looking about for a moment as he adjusts his hat. "Well, I think that we have some very impolite guests on this side of the world. It couldn't hurt to give them a proper welcome now, could it?" he suggests with a touch of a smile.
"Sometimes, I really like the way you think," Rock notes with a soft laugh as a flash of white and blue engulfs him long enough to summon the blue-on-blue armor, the Buster folding and clunking itself around one arm. As Signas enters, the Hunter gives him a broad grin and a nod, free hand clenching to a fist. "You'd better believe it. It looks like we just got ourselves nominated as the welcome wagon."
And as Rock speaks, Blues nods to each Hunter, and they...disappear.
You paged Mars with '@tel Blues, Signas, Rock to Hyper Storm H, please. :D'
Signas grins from under the brim of his hat, and shakes his head. "I have to admit, I've been curious as to what sort of tecnology that has been put into some of these new designs. We can't gather information without some firsthand experience." He pauses for a moment, and adds, "Besides, they threw a party and didn't send us invitiations." And... blip!
Rock will never get used to the feeling of freestanding teleportation. It always makes him a little queasy, and he wonders how his brother can do it. Yet more of the Blues-Fu. *blip*
India
India. A giant culture, a giant power. This /was/ the birthplace of the megalopolis, only thing it was lacking before was the technology. The prime nexuses of Bombay, Calcutta, and New Delhi are still apparent, glittering gems among the lush jungles and urbanized areas of the now prospering nation. Very few places on earth can you pick a fig off a tree on one side of the road and acquire a computer on the other.
Contents: Contents:
Pants Man [IO] Bon Bonne [Assault] [IO]
Demolition Man [Demo] [IO] Hyper Storm H [IO]
Bonne Dropship (Drache) [C]
Rock has arrived.
Signas has arrived.
By now, most of the smoke has cleared out of the big hole blasted in one side of the warehouse. Hyper Storm stomps out, shoving a crate of goods into the Drache before turning an heading back for some more.
A few Servbots have been called into helping as well, too, with carrying whatever’s light enough for them to grab.
It starts with a whistle. But that whistle isn't just the average whistle people here when Protoman arrives.
This has the flavor of something grand and rather impressive. Almost a battle theme that seems to go along with Megaman in the media. And oddly enough, it is Protoman, Megaman, and Signas who appear. Not in front of the warehouse. Not off the smoke. Not inside the warehouse.
Oh, no. They've arrived right atop the Drache, from pure nothing. And the first to speak is the Great Scarved Hope.
"I think you picked the wrong day."
Freestanding teleportation - if they could actually figure out how exactly that worked, it would definately be something. Signas snaps his hand to the side, sliding his staff from its compartment in his armor into his hand, the weapon extending out to its full length as he does so. Well, it seemed like typical behavior - run in, snatch things, run out. This sort of thign was just getting a little bit old, wasn't it? Setting one end of his weapon on top of the Drache, the Hunter Diplomat smiles from under his hat. "Don't you know its impolite to throw a party and not invite us?"
[Radio] You send Rock a direct message: "Dare you to tell them you brought chips."
[Radio] Rock sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You're on."
[Radio] You send Rock a direct message: "Excellent."
Crescent Grizzly arrives from the Indus River Valley.
Crescent Grizzly has arrived.
Perched atop the Drache, Rock materializes on the other side of Blues, Buster already humming and ready to rock. The Hunter quirks a brief grin down at the Irregular Overlords, shaking his head quietly. "Guys, guys, guys. The first rule of throwing a party in our backyard is that you don't. The second rule is that you have appropriate munchies for all those who are invited and not invited. Not only did you not invite us, I can't see a cheese doodle in sight. But I'm a nice guy, and since you insist on this shindig -- I brought the chips."
Blues pulls out a large bowl of chips on cue. Tostitos, anyone?
The one nearest to the hole would be Pants Man, and after he steps out he takes a moment to survey the situation. He considers this and looks back inside. "Hey guys. There's a kid in pajamas, a guy in sunglasses, and a dude in a stupid hat out here. I think they want to talk to you, Hyper."
Bon Bonne floats out of the building holding a large box, the big baby only seeing the trio of heroes once he gets close to the Drache. Signas and Blues hardly get noticed at all, Bon's long term memory barely better than his short term, but Rock looks very, very familiar. "BAAAABUUU! BAABUU!"
Demolition Man comes out a few seconds later. He's just carrying a few things in his arms at a time, because his incredibly wussy strength isn't enough to push anything. He looks up at the posse of defenders who materialize on top of their ride, and blinks owlishly for a moment, before throwing his arms open, /somehow/ flinging the contents toward the Drache's interior (Demo is very good at accidental competence, you see), and then saying cheerily, "Oh, we didn't invite you! I'm so sorry!" he says. He sounds very much sincere, which probably means he doesn't understand (possible), is acting (which he may very well be doing at all times), or is being silly (also possible). "I can probably find some salsa for those chips if you want, though!"
Hyper Storm H stomps out of the warehouse, carrying a crate of mostly electronics on each of his massive shoulders, just in time to see the Hunter entourage appear upon the top of their ship. Feh, and all males too. Well, -that-'s boring. "Well, I see the party crasher's finally showed up." Optics dart from Rock, to Blues, to Signas... Damn, no sign of Bass or Punk, either. Some Forte Killer, he hasn't gotten to try and kill him, yet. And Punk's a personal matter. But the pig is too full of bravado to bother considering anyone not of those he's been programmed specifically to destroy as a big danger. "So how's about you all just scram, and save yourself the trouble of gettin' your keister's kicked." Look, he's big and mean; he can benchpress two big crates of equipment at once! Yeah, like that's really impressive.
Blues looks at Signas, Rock, and the various IOs. "Well, I think that's enough of the pre-fight bravado." Then, he smirks as he sees Pants Man. "And best of all, they brought the walking talking serving tray." And with a sidearm sling to keep the chips in the bowl (as much as possible), he sends the bowl spinning at Pants Man, aiming to plop that big bowl right in his waistband.
You strike Pants Man with a minor hit from your Generic Ranged attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "So... a robot that's all legs, Grenade Man Mk 2, Bon Bonne, and Violen Lite?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "Couldn't Scott come up with something more... original?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "Say hello to the Irregular Overlords. They live up to their name."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Sometimes crap just has to float back to the top of the bowl."
At Demolition Man's request, a large bowl is shoved forth before the Overlord. It's Salsa...kind of. But there's chilled popcorn shrimp. And it's mostly tomatoes and spices, it seems. Cajun Spices, that is.
Suddenly, one is aware that the massive paw holding the bowl is made up of large, pointed metal digits which resemble a drill...or a section of one. Crescent Grizzly looks down upon the android, smirking as he raises the normal paw up, wiggling it's fingers in a hello.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "That's... ew. That's really... ew."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "The crap, or the Repliforcer? Or both?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "... y'know, I'm not all that sure." Pause. "Er, I mean, your metaphor. Of course."
Signas just shakes his head after a moment. "Really now, that's just a waste of good chips," he comments mildly, raising his other arm and pointing it down at the pack of robots who are all milling down below the Drache. So Cain might not have given him a Buster to use - that was never something that bothered the diplomat all that much. Instead, the top of his forearm pops up, revealing a single emitter crystal... and Signas shoots off a pair of gravity pulses, aiming to knock the two crates out of Hyper Storm's arms and onto the ground behind him. "I don't believe you've PAID for those party favors - you're going to have to put them back."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Oh, just let the Dark Side win that one."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "Must... not... give... in! Okay, I'm done."
The constant cries of Bon are enough to grab Rock's attention, and the Hunter turns to peer down at the other IOs. "Huh. Some strike force they've got going on. I really think Epsilon's starting to slip - well, more than usual." Leaping off the Drache and activating his dash-jets to slow his descent, the Blue Bomber descends to the ground and lands with a grunt, sizing up the competition from up close.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas chuckles quietly. "This is rediculious - then again, perhaps they were counting on us not taking them seriously?"
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "Ah' figured yew' all coul' use a 'and, Rok'."
WANG! See, there's a problem there, Blues. There's a head stuck right there. The bowl flips over, and sends crap everywhere. That in itself is nothing. There's a bit of screaming afterwards, "My Eye! You...punk...you got a chip in my freakin' EYE! Oh geebus...." He pants start to stomp around, the head spinning madly trying to dislodge the WHOLE FREAKIN' TORTILLA lodged in his eyeball.
Finally the chip flies out, and Pants looks up at Blues, one optic squeezed shut still. "Oh, you punk. You'd gonna pay for that one." Using some fancy foot work, cause he can't do much else, he flips the bowl up in the air, and then kicks it right back to Blues.
Pants Man strikes you with a glancing hit from his Generic Ranged attack.
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Hmmm? What was that? Is something going on?"
Bon Bonne blinks as the Blue Bomber hops down, and Bon drops whatever he was carrying with a crash, floating over toward him. It's the blue boy that Tron's always on about! And Brother Teisel, too! He pulls his arms open, trying to scoop Rock into a big painful hug... won't Tron be proud of him! "BAAABUU!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Crush Clap attack.
Hyper Storm H manages to save one crate, somewhat. Since saving it involves tossing it into the hold of the Drache, where it can be heard crunching open. Oh well, they'll worry about the mess later. But in the process, the other crate is shot out of his grasp, scattering electronic parts all over the place. ".. Grrr. Fine. Don't say I didn't give ya dorks a chance fer savin' yerselves from an asskickin'!", he yells, then stops, and huffs enough breath to cause the air to ripple with the motion of shockwaves towards the two Hunters still standing on the dropship.
Demolition Man looks down at his feet at the salsa. Then, he slowly turns his head up.
And up.
And up.
"Woooooow...." he murmurs in wonder, waving back dumbly. "You're biiiiiiiiig."
The activities of others are wholly ignored now, as Demolition Man focuses the entirety of his attention on the very big Crescent Grizzly. "And it looks like you make good salsa! I'm gonna need a really big bowl of salsa to impress you! I don't have it with me right now, though. But I do have a sampler pack!" He all but cheers as he jerks one of the grenades dangling from his chest free and lightly tosses it at Crescent's feet. "I hope you like it!"
Hyper Storm H misses you with his Shockwave attack.
Hyper Storm H strikes Signas with his Shockwave attack.
Demolition Man misses Crescent Grizzly with his Incendiary Grenade attack.
Blues shakes his head, and just lets the bowl brush off the outside of his leg. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I obviously didn't think. Next time, I'll hit you in the eye with something a lot sharper." Blinking away before Hyper Storm's air compressions can reach the Drache, he reappears behind Pants Man. "Or maybe I'll just shoot you."
Rock feels various important internal bits protest under the brutal 'hug'. Totally caught offguard by the expression of, well, some form of emotion from Bon, the Hunter squirms in the baby's... well, what passes for the baby's arms, grunting and gasping in pain. Too much cute is, apparently, hazardous to your health. "Not... the best start... I've ever had," he grates out as the Buster hums happily, and Rock fires a shot off randomly, hopefully able to get his Buster arm up high enough to get Bon scared off and drop him.
Rock strikes Bon Bonne with his Mega Buster attack.
You strike Pants Man with a glancing hit from your Proto Buster attack.
Crescent Grizzly looks down at the little grenade, and blinks.
Nothing happens.
A few moments pass, and the wind whistles, the grenade remaining at his massive feat. Finally, he shoves the bowl of salsa at Demolition Man, and bends down to pick up the small incendiary device. Examining it closely, held between two claws, the ex-smuggler scratches his chin in thought. " Ah', 'ere weh' go. " A few tweaks with a clawtip, " Yer' triggerin' 'vice wus' loose'. All bettah' naw'. " The grenade, now fully armed, is attempted to be exchanged with the bowl of salsa.
Crescent Grizzly misses Demolition Man with his Illegal Weaponry attack.
And lo, there was a mighty blast of wind - a terrible gust that would probably make someone else quake in terror. For the most part, what it manages to do to is make Signas back up a step, and knocks his hat off of his head, sending it fluttering down to land with a rather loud *clang* on the other side of the Drache.
Signas' expression darkens. This thing knocked off his hat.
"I'll start with this one," the Diplomat comments, before engaging his blink systems and vanishing off the top of the transport - and reappearing a few feet away from where Hyper Storm is standing. He doesn't say a word - merely reaching over to grab the Omnidroid from where he is standing, lift Hyper Storm above his head, and send him on his merry way to meet the concrete a modest distance away.
Signas misses Hyper Storm H with his Throw attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "...quite agile for a walking side of ham."
Bon Bonne cries out as the Buster hits him, recoiling backwards with an angry sob. "BAAAABUUU!" Reaching back, he pulls a bomb out of nowhere, hurling at Rock with an unhappy sob. "WAAAAAHH! BAABUU!" His wailing cry brings some Servbots scurrying over to him, hoping to help their big master. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Bomb Blast attack.
Demolition Man's smile fades to a look of faint awe. "Wooooow...." he says again, looking down at the grenade at his feet. He kneels down and picks it up, and then looks it over a little. He listens to it. "Thanks, mister!" he chirps.
Somehow, this entire process takes exactly two seconds.
The next is spent throwing the grenade back at Crescent. "Here! You can keep it as a souvenir of our new friendship!"
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Incendiary Grenade attack.
Jet Man has arrived.
Hyper Storm H blinks as well, but just in expression as Signas poofs off the ship after being dehatted. Only to reappear and grab him, and then try to pick the porker up. Could Signas even pick him up? Sure, they're the same size, but with his bulk HSH is probably heavier. Unfortunately now isn't the time to find out, as Hyper reacts to being grabbed by twisting before he's picked up completely, and swinging an arm down to try and smash his elbow Signas' gut.
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Generic Melee attack.
The grenade lands upon the bowl of Salsa. Gasping in shock and surprise, Crescent juggles the large glass container, trying to dislodge the explosive before it ruins his carefully concocted culinary creation. Pulling it out, juggling among his drill claws, the bear glances about for somewhere to put the item before it's too late. The Salsa must be saved at all costs. So, with no where else to turn, he holds the bowl far to one side, as the Incendiary explodes.
Coughing slightly, his face pocked black, the Cajun glares down at Demolition Man. Defy the sanctity of fine Nawlins' cooking indeed. Snarling, he lunges down to take a bite out of the Overlord, a pound of flesh, if you will.
But the salsa stays an arm's length away, safe from harm.
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Bite Out Of Crime attack.
Pants Man's eyes boggle a bit as he's shot in the back....err...sorta. His head whips aroudn suddenly, facing Blues, "Oh...just shoot me. Ha. HA HA HA. Funny. I'll make a funny, too. I'll just kick you in the head. Alright? Alright?!?"
With that, Pants Man explodes from his spot, running and leaping at the Drache. Planting his feet on the side, he launches himself back at Blues, full sprint back at his target, before leaping intoa jump kick of the speedy type.
Blues deflects Khaki Krusher from Pants Man.
Pants Man misses you with his Khaki Krusher attack.
Rock drops to the ground with a grateful gasp, rubbing at his crunched chest armor and wincing as various bits of circuitry and silicon expand back into their rightful positions... well, mostly. He pants a moment as he turns on his heel to peer at Bon, and grits his teeth as the bomb is sent flung towards him. He fires off a shot again with the Buster to blow it out of the sky, only marginally wounding himself as hot shrapnel rains down. And then the Servbots start showing up. "Oh, great," he mutters, shaking his head briefly before he runs at Bon, ducks, and slides to get behind him - but on the way there, he tries to kick the baby. Don't kick the baby, Rock.
Rock misses Bon Bonne with his Slide Kick attack.
Picking up Hyper Storm is probably entirely within Signas' power - although he doesn't get a chance to find out just yet, as the Omnidroid skillfully avoids the throw and attempts to retaliate. Of course, he's going to find out that Signas is just as hard to hit - the Diplomat brings one leg up, striking Hyper Storm in the arm as he tries to throw the elbow, and sending it flying wide from its intended target. And at the same time his other arm comes around, aiming to bring that emitter crystal right into his opponent's face - a point blank energy blast at close range is likely to smart a good bit, if the Irregular isn't able to get out of the way in time.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Generic Ranged attack.
Blues smirks, sliding back even as Pants Man bursts into his attack flurry. Almost kneeling, he raises his shield to protect him, giving Pants a nice ramp to slide up and launch from, and then extends his Buster arm straight up and out at Pants Man, aiming right for the seam, firing as his back touches the ground.
You strike Pants Man with a solid hit from your Point Blank Proto Buster attack.
Bon Bonne floats up, getting out of the way as Rock slides under him. Giggling, he thinks the Blue Bomber is trying to play, clapping his large hands together happily as he watches Rock miss him cleanly. Nevertheless, he keeps up his own attack, deciding to play with the hero of the Maverick Hunters a bit more, and blowing on the big pacifier in his mouth, a metallic party streamer flipping out at him. "BAABUU!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Tongue Whip attack.
Demolition Man's eyes widen a little and he finds his shoulder abruptly bitten into with a *KLANG*. The teeth don't go very far, though, Demo's incredibly thick armor only a little dented by the bite. "I'm sorry!" Demo apologizes as he slowly, because he is very weak, pries Crescent off of his armor. "I didn't mean to ruin your salsa." And ruined it may well be - for that grenade did indeed have salsa of its own inside. A salsa known as NAPALM. "Here, let me give you something to make it up to you. I think....here! It's one of my other kinds, I think you'll like it." And with that, Demo snaps off a pipe bomb, shoves it down Crescent's throat, pats him on the head once, and toddles away.
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Pipe Bomb attack.
Hyper Storm H snorts as his arm is knocked wide, and a gun pointed in his face. Now that ain't nice. BAM! The only result though is a bit of scorching and Hyper's head smoking a bit. Looks like his head is just as thick as the rest of him. "Hah! I've been hit harder by girls!" The big pig takes a few steps back, and then smashes one of his hooved feet hard into the ground, causing it to shake as cracks splinter and split open beneath Signas' feet.
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Earthquake Stomp attack.
It's quiet unexpected when Pants finds himself ramped upwards... The legs go into a flailing motion as he's further launched by assistance of a shot to the seam, sending the pair of legs flying.
After a moment, he comes crashing back to the ground in a cloud of dust. "Oh...look at you, with the big, fly, shield. Let's see you block all this.", Pants Man growls, immediately dooming his assault to fall into just that. He sprints back at Blues, cause he does a lot of running, you know, but instead of kicking, he takes a massive leap over Blues. As he flies, several 'pockets' open and small bombs start to drop out, a line of explosions chasing towards Protoman.
Pants Man misses you with his Cargo Pants Carpet Bomb attack.
Rock slides cleanly under Bon, foot sliding harmlessly by the baby's ankle. "Dangit," he grunts as he rolls neatly up onto his feet, whips around to face Bon... and ends up getting a chestful of party streamer. The weapon shreds his armor, reducing the crumpled bits to fragments, and knocks him back, sending him skidding a half-dozen feet on his behind. "I am totally out of practice," the Blue Bomber gasps, fingering the rent in his armor before firing off the shot his Buster had been sitting on for the past few moments. "Playtime is officially -over-!"
Rock strikes Bon Bonne with his Mega Buster 2 attack.
Crescent Grizzly blinks in surprise, pulling away with a pipe bomb in his maw. Panicking, the Guardian swallows. He's had spicier...he should be fine.
*THOOOMPHF*
A muffled explosion is heard, and black smoke is belched forth. " Ah', naw' dats' a spicy meatball, mon ami'. " Hey...is that shrimp cooking? Glancing over at the salsa, he realizes in surprise that it's in fact on fire. Turning to look down upon the Overlord, the Ursinal's eyes seething spicy Cajun Rage.
And with that, he promptly begins to beat the Demolition Man with his flaming bowl of Nawlins' Gumbo.
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Ragin' Cajun attack.
There is one thing that is required if you are going to attempt to hurt someone but unleashing a large shockwave against them. And that is... they need to be on the ground. Signas, on the other hand, more than sees the attack coming, and reaches up to grab onto the massive Irregular's shoulder, pulling himself up and over, and uses the Omnidroid to avoid the very attack it was attempting to use.
"Well, if that wasn't hard enough, perhaps I can use something a bit stronger," the diplomat suggests mildly, bringing his free arm back up above his head. The emitter crystal on his gauntlet turns a pale blue, and slides back into his arm... which then expands slightly, hsi entire bracer spinning around and locking into place. And Signas brings it down... using the charge of super compressed water to generate a huge strike against Hyper Storm's head. Hopefully this should short out a few systems from the pressurized water damage.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Pressure Fist attack.
Blues smirks as he slides beneath Pants, hitting his dash-jets to help him keep pace and avoid the bombs. "Will you settle for me being smart enough to dodge them?" Then, he reaches up and clamps onto a leg, hoping to bring Pants down to earth the hard way. "Now lay down so I can iron you flat."
You strike Pants Man with a glancing hit from your Smash attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "The larger they are..."
And there Blues goes. And down Pants goes, crashing into the ground. Okay... Pants needs a new tactic. He spins his head around as he kicks towards freedom, hopefully. Meanwhile, he tries to sideline Blues with a question, "What kind of fabric is that you're sporting?"
Pants Man misses you with his Are Those Bugle Boys attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock groans softly, gasping. "They harder they hit," he completes for Signas.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Need help?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "Not yet. Just... kinda surprised."
Blues smirks as he avoids the kick, and counters with his shield, swinging for Pants' leading leg.
"Chinos."
You miss Pants Man with your Shield Bash attack.
Hyper Storm H grunts deeply as he gets slugged in the head this time, and takes a few steps back. The punch, by the way, left a rather nice dent this time, as water drips off his head. "Ooooo.." Hyper's expression screws up for a moment, obviously not liking that, as he looks about to throw up or something... But thankfully, just belches in the end. "BURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP!" Loudly. And with enough force to not only produce a small wind, but fill the air with a stench so overwelmingly foul, its even visible in the ickle green vapors that expell from his mouth.
Bon Bonne is hammered again with a blast from Rock's Megabuster, and skitters backwards, coming to rest against the ground with a crash. He sniffles unhappily, looking at Rock with big teary eyes. Hands balling into fists, he sniffles again, and suddenly bursts into sobs, crying in a voice loud enough to make all of the Servbots grab for their nonexistant ears.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Breath Of Death attack.
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Piercing Cry attack.
*FWOOSH!!!* WHat's that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, and you're half right. It's JET MAN, HALF PLANE HALF...er...ok, he isn't really a 'man', but...HEY, WHO CARES ABOUT SEMANTICS? :D
"heY GUYS!! YOu..." He says as he speeds by, unfortunately passing by too quickly to finish. He manages to turn about and pass over the scene again, though and start again. "...doING ALRIGHT AGAINnst..." Yet again, he has to pitch about and make another pass to speak again. "...theSE PUNKASS Bit.." Be thankful he didn't finish that one. Someone better tell him to stop before he gives everyone headaches.
That was... disgusting. Very disgusting - but it was something that Signas could use, wasn't it? Pushing backwards, he leaps up into the air, throwing his staff back and embedding it into the wall of the building that the Irregular Overlords were attempting to loot a few moments earlier... and Signas lands on top of his weapon, and points both of his arms at the massive cloud of gaseous death that is floating towards him. And both of his gauntlets open up, revealing an array of emitter crystals. And a vaccume draws the gas cloud into a sphere in front of Signas - which he then points at Hyper Storm, freezing the entire mass into several ice crystals. "Say excuse me next time you do that," the diplomat mutters, before launching the crystals right back down at the Omnidroid.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Venom Cannon attack.
Rock is getting screamed at. By a baby. This is... well, humiliating to say the least. Any other person would have put the baby to bed by now. Instead, he's getting screamed at. The Hunter lets out a cry of his own, clapping Buster and free hand against his helmet futilely. Something inside pops, and he finds himself... quite solidly deaf. Blink. Blink. The world is deadly silent, even while battle rages on around him. "OH CRAP," he shouts, trying to hear himself and failing. Well, that doesn't exactly mean he can't still, oh, chase Bon away. And those Servbots, too. The Hunter levels his Buster at Bon and company, and cuts loose with a spray of plasma fire to try and clear out the competition a little.
Demolition Man's eyes widen again, and then he's summarily beaten to bloody bloody bloody bloody bloody hell with a bowl of Nawlin's salsa-gumbo-whateveritis. He actually wails in pain, and staggers back, and weeps tears of bitter agony. "That HURT! Big meanie!" He reaches around back, withdrawing a large, tubular device, many feet long. The end facing Crescent right now, mounted on Demolition Man's shoulder like a rocket launcher, is capped by, of all things, some kind of can opener. The other end has, for some reason, a spork. Then the caps pop open, revealing the large multi-purpose grenade launcher/mortar launcher/rocket launcher/spork/can opener that is Demo's bestest best friend. "I'll have to play with you with my friend now!" Amazingly, he does not mean the jet plane Overlord that may or may not currently be moving to his assistance. This becomes abundantly clear as the muzzle flash from the device flares, and a large rocket erupts from its end and zeros rapidly in on Crescent.
"MEET BESSY!!"
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Bessy Blaze Rocket attack.
Rock misses Bon Bonne with his Mega Buster Repeating Blast attack.
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Sasha transmits, "This is Sasha, reporting online."
Hyper Storm H has his own attack turned against him. Oh, how humiliating. "Gaaah!" Several chunks of frozen fumes stuck in his armor. "Okay, that's it. Ya wanna do this the hard way, you got it!" Hyper Storm opens his mouth wide, but this time, instead of blowing out starts sucking in, hard. Hard enough for Signas to feel the vaccum to try and suck him off his perch, and into the Omnidroid's waiting crushing grip.
It also sucks up lots of the explosion debris and electronics into his gaping maw, but Hyper doesn't even seem to notice that, it's all part of the show.
Hyper Storm H strikes Signas with his Vacuum Grip attack.
Hyper Storm H drains energy from Signas with his Vacuum Grip attack.
Crescent Grizzly blinks in surprise. Is it...it couldn't be....no, this isn't possible. But it is. Demolition Man has one of the highly illegal, highly prized, and highly deadly 8E-S5Y Multi-Purpose Assault Launcher. AKA 'Bessy'. Of course, his admiration of the piece of weaponry quickly leads to a rocket lodging itself explosively into his shoulder, forcing the Ursinal Guardian to stumble backwards. " Nah', dats' 'nough outta' yew'. Dinna' yer' mere' evah' teach yew' nat' tah' play wit guns? " Snarling, Crescent slashes out with his drill claws...
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Claw Swipe attack.
Bon Bonne ducks out of the way, still bawling crazily as the shot flies past him. The baby Bonne is mad now, and crying his eyes out, but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe he'll make a mistake, and not hammer the poor Maverick Hunter commander. He reaches back, grabbing his rattle, which looks more like a morningstar than a child's plaything, and slams it toward Rock, sniffling as he tries to stop his own crying, the Servbots panicking as they look for something to calm him down. "BAAABUU!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Rattle Crush attack.
The head nods. "Nice cut. My compliments to your tailor." With that, Pants Man explodes away, his foot finally finding purchase. It's nearly out of sight in a few seconds, rocketing towards the distance. Suddenly, that spec is coming back this way....fast.
Pants Man is moving like a speed machine. Not the fastest, but fast enough. As he charges along, all the ports open on the sides of his legs, small bombs locking halfway out, ready for deployment. He face twists into an evil smirk. "Let's see if he's fast enough to handle.....
INFINITY
PaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAANNNNNNTS!"
And with that battlecry, Pants Man is reduced to a blur of legs, kicking at Protoman at speeds where it seems like there's multiple pants assaulting him at once. Bombs sail at Blues detonating in those spaces where Pants Man isn't.
<e!> Rock just dies laughing.
Pants Man strikes you with a major hit from his Infinity Pants attack.
Well, that was unexpected... and unpleasent. The blow is more than enough to do quite a bit of damage to Signas, and he grunts in pain as his armor is cracked and crushed. But he still has his hands free... and Signas is never one to give up without a fight. "...if you think this is going to stop me... you're sadly mistaken." For there is one thing that ensures that Hyper Storm is doomed. He made the mistake of disrespecting Signas' hat. And for that, there will be no forgiveness. The diplomat brings both of his hands up in front of him, a ball of tumbling white energy appearing between his fingers as he looks at the Omnidroid. And Signas whispers two words, before tossing the attack right at his toe.
"Comet Crash."
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Comet Crash attack.
Jet Man continues to make his passes, snorting over the radio from time to time, but generally being a nuisance at this point. However, once he's told to help out Demo, he starts veering that way. He never lets up his speed, though, and it might cost him, as he ends up popping and dropping a few rivets, superheated by all his speed. Not good, but hey, it might help Demo out a bit if he's lucky. Let's hope the Grizzly likes his rivets as red hot as his gumbo.
Blues can dodge 1, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 100.....but not 200 pants. Not 1000 pants. Not an endless stream of pants. Explosions wreathe him in smoke and flame, and when they finish, his armor has been cracked in places, burnt in others, but he still stands. "Not bad. Gayer than Aqua Man Eye for the Wily Guy, but not bad." Then, he fires with a spiraling green burst of energy that returns to him after hopefully ensnaring the Master of Pants.
Jet Man misses Demolition Man with his Loose Rivet Rain attack.
Jet Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Loose Rivet Rain attack.
You strike Pants Man with a solid hit from your Gravity Wave attack.
Blues drains energy from Pants Man with his Gravity Wave attack.
*BOOM* "Ooow!" Hyper Storm howls in pain as the comet is blasted more or less right at his feet. Or more so ON his feet. "MY FOOT!" Signas is dropped and forgotten, as Hyper Storm grabs his smoking, scorched foot (nevermind his whole leg is nicely blasted) in his hands, hopping about on the other in a fit of mixed pain and rage. "My foot! He blasted my poor, beautiful foot!"
In the process of hopping back and forth comically, his other foot lands in a loose mess of parts left by the blasted crate. "Whaaaaa!" Crunch! Swooosh! Said leg flies out from under him, sending Hyper crashing to the ground with a loud thud. But! Due to his round body shape, instead of crashing, he starts bouncing and tumbling about wildly, arms and legs flailing wildly.
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Follow The Bouncing Ball attack.
Demolition Man looks...very, very angry. Then he opens his mouth, "YOU FOOL!" he bellows. "BESSY ISN'T ONE OF THOSE SICK, TWISTED, HORRIFIC ABOMINATIONS OF SCIENCE! BESSY IS AN /ORDINANCE CONVEYANCE DEVICE!/ SHE IS NOT A...A..../RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!/"
And then, a very angry Demolition Man rushes Crescent, taps his Anime Stunt for the scene, and then leaps high, high into the air, far higher than he should be able to jump. Then, carefully aiming, he fires a single, very powerful rocket from Bessy, with intent to make the Ragin' Cajun eat yet another heapin' helpin' of BOOM!
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Bessy Rocket attack.
Even after that, Signas isn't out of tricks quite yet. After all, this was the official Hunter's Gone Wild night, and it wouldn't do to disappoint anyone in the audiance now, would it? Bringing his hand around, the Hunter gestures - and his staff breaks away from the wall, spinning around to smack into the palm of his hand. Resting one hand against the pommel of his weapon, the other along its haft, Signas ducks down slightly, watching Hyper Storm as the next attack comes in...
Random bounding and such - not all that impressive, and certainly not all that hard to avoid. He simply had to concentrate, crouching down a bit lower...
...and the Hunter Diplomat springs forward, dash jets firing as he launches himself across the ground towards the Omnidroid. And he comes in, low and fast, the free end of his staff blazing forth to form the blade of his glaive... and Signas vanishes, utterly avoiding the odd bounding motions of his opponent.
Only to reappear a moment later direclty above Hyper Storm, avoiding the crazed bouncing... and his blade lashing straight down.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Overhead Vertical Strike attack.
The rattle smashes into Rock brutally. Completely, utterly brutally. The Hunter disappears into the ground, leaving nothing but a mechfluid smear on the ground. He doesn't even have the time to cry out in pain. BABALITY.
And yet, the hole starts to glow with an eerie white light. It's not a healthy sort of white - especially since Rock is raised up on the force of it. Battered, bloody, and near unconsciousness, the Hunter's armor crackles and hisses, remnants of blue the only indication he ever *had* any to begin with. Polarity inducers crackle and hiss as the Hunter rises up to a dozen or so feet off the ground, head thrown back, body stiff. The headjewel embedded in the helmet flashes a brilliant red before... all is black.
And then all hell breaks loose. An aura of energy radiates outward from the little Hunter's frame, starting as a small, concentrated ball of white power. The event horizon slices across his midsection in a laser-thin slice of light, before said line explodes. Yes. Explodes. Explodes in a hail of pure energy, showering the immediate area with white-hot streams of pure plasma pain. And through it all, despite the fact he can't hear the sickly crackling or the hiss of electrons... he shouts.
"GRAAAAVITY ... CRUUUUUUSH!"
Rock strikes Bon Bonne with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock misses you with his Gravity Crush attack.
Rock strikes Signas with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock misses Pants Man with his Gravity Crush attack.
Rock strikes Demolition Man with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock misses Jet Man with his Gravity Crush attack.
Rock strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock strikes Hyper Storm H with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.
Hyper Storm H falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "We really have to work on your delivery."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas aaarghs. "...very... out of... practice... Rock..."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Sasha transmits, "...What occurs?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Puberty."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock's emergency beacon switches on. Blip. Blip. Blip.
Blues looks over to Pants Man. "I /dare/ you to top that."
Bon Bonne is HAMMERED by the apocalyptic power of the Gravity Crush. "BAAAABUUUUUUUU!" The Servbots... all go flat against the ground, like something squished them. Slumping to the dirt, Bon looks up... he's got to get away from the evil Rock. The evil, evil, Blue Boy. Wait... he... he won?
"BAABUU?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Sasha says dryly, "Oh, so another day in the Hunters."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Zero mumbles, "Fricken corporate dogs... maaan, did X get himself blown up again without me?"
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Bolero transmits, "... Spaniard Sense... Tingling... I feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if a buttload of villains attacked and were met by possibly insufficient forces of Good."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "The G-Crusher."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "I would have to say 'yes', Zero."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock's emergency beacon keeps going. Blip. Blip. Blip.
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Blues transmits, "Oh, it was sufficient. Rather impressive, too."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "So, shall we proceed to smash the rest of them, Blues?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "The talking pants are mine. Anyone who doesn't run like a little girl is also mine. But you can share in the big ones. But the pants are mine."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Zero transmits, "Oh well as long as it was for a good cause. I'm assuming he's not too ba... #$@*$#@ hold on."
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] El Signas sounds amused. "They failed to bring adequate chips to save themselves, however."
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Bolero transmits, "Hmmm... I should make an appointment with Prismatic then... This Spaniard Sense thing is acting wonky."
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Plasma Harrier transmits, "What happened out there if you don't mind me asking, sir?"
The Servbots pop back to life suddenly. "Yay Bon! YAAAY!"
There's a nasty screech and sparks flying as the blade slashes into his body. On the bright side, the blade cuts far enough to it kills his momentum, bringing his flailing to a stop, finally rolling to his feet. "Hah! That didn't hurt, ya big jer--"
And that's when Rock goes off the deep end. Energy crackles and boils about, seeming to burn the very air around them as he unleashes his most devestating attack. Well, Hyper Storm has a very simple responce in to what is about to happen.
"Oh, shit..."
That's about all it takes to sum it up, doesn't it? Before there is a MASSIVE onrush of energy all around him, scorching and sheering at the wounds already battered into his form, the massive surge capable of seeping through the damages to get at his internals past the thick armor plating.
When it finally passes, Hyper Storm is still standing there, but he's now charred black thanks to the massive energy burns that assaulted him. Teetering a bit, he holds up a single finger as he warbles. "WhO.. oRdErEd ThE... rOaSt PiG....?" Before finally his optics roll back and he falls over on his back with a thud.
Crescent Grizzly is struck by the rocket, which tears a large hole in his chest, exposing sizzled circuitry and torn systems. It hurts, but the Ursine Guardian can deal with it. Now, that large plasma storm Rock just brought into being? That could be a problem. Shoulder slumping, Crescent utters only a single phrase before being struck.
" Ah, Zuts Alors...." Being flung backwards, his armor too damaged to fully deal with the energy blast as it usually could, Crescent feels pieces of him being ripped away in the shockwave. But somehow...he survives. Barely.
Normally, the Cajun knows when it's no longer worth it. When he's beat. Quitting Time. But a glance confirms that the desecrator of all that is Cajun still remains as well. Justice must be served, his honor maintained. Drill Claws converging, Crescent's most danagerous weapon comes into being, and begins to spin viciously as the bear charges forwards at Demolition Man.
" FER' GUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBO!"
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Drill Frenzy attack.
<b>Demolition Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
And lo, there was a great light in heaven.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the end of the world - Signas could probably avoid that with some fancy and fast speech. Instead, it is simply Rock unleashing the massive power of the Gravity Crush one more. And Signas just rolls his eyes slightly, levering himself to his feet even as a large amount of his armor falls over, fractured and shattered by the force of the explosion.
Fortunately, Hyper Storm took the blast... poorly. And Signas smirks as the Omnidroid falls to the dirt, and shakes his head. "Well, at least you managed to drop someone, Rock," Signas comments quietly. And he stands, placing his staff behind his back and looking over at Bonne, Pants, and the zipping about Jet Man. And he raises his other hand, holding it palm towards him, and makes the usual 'come hither' gesture. "Alright. Who else wishes to negotiate?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "That reminds me. Rigger wanted samples of the Omnidroid."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Sasha transmits, "Zero? What is wrong?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "I'll see to it, provided no one else wishes to speak with me."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Zero transmits, "Meh... just some Disney goons tryin' to oppress me because some joker in a Goofy costume thought he'd be a smart ass."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Told you that you'd get in trouble for hitting on Minnie."
Bon Bonne retreats toward the Drache. He doesn't want to hurt anymore, and he's gonna have a nice good cry. The Servbots go to pick up Hyperstorm and get him to safety.
Bon Bonne retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Rock, Blues, Demolition Man, Crescent Grizzly, Hyper Storm H, Jet Man, Signas, and Pants Man.
Staggering under the drain, Pants looks over past Blues, to Rock. "Sweet nuts and bolts in my back pocket." He catches what Blues says as he's RUNNING THE FUG AWAY! Running as fast as he can, trying to escape the energy, he huffs and puffs, "Must go faster, must go faster!" Finally, the light receeds. HE turns to Blues, just in yelling distance. "You want it topped. I'll top you, sucker!"
Rubbing his foot in the ground, his sparking legs cough out, "Self-det-det-detonation...activated. Magnetic-launcher...armed." Pants gets a wild look in his eyes, as he grins evilly. "Heheh....this is gonna rock."
And then, he's gone. The camera catches up, as he runs full bore at Blues, "You think what that punk Lament got was bad? You're gonna get so much worse." He screams, "Prepare to get P*A*N*T*S*E*D*!"
As he nears Blues, the head starts to spin madly, cackling like a lunatic, before suddenly, it's shot off into the horizon like a shot from a rail gun.
The pants launch, and wrap the legs around Protoman's neck and head, emitting, "Love me, Dave. Love me." Inside a timer goes "3....2....1...."
And the pants went into much explodination. Question is...Did Blues get away from them?
And he's spent. Rock tumbles back to Earth in a crumpled, bleeding and broken mess, trailing the remnants of the powerful blast behind him. He crashes like a fallen angel, pieces of armor bouncing away and laying in the dust, shards of lapis and sky all that remains of the fabled two-tone blue. He is still.
Blues deflects Pantsed from Pants Man.
Pants Man misses you with his Pantsed attack.
Pants Man strikes Pants Man with his Pantsed attack.
<b>Pants Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.
Pants Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "...I did NOT just see that happen."
The nuisance that is Jet is still up there. Yep. And he's still dumping parts of himself across the field, just this time, he's not actually hurting anyone with it. Then, suddenly....the ground turns black. "What the..." It's a wonderful time for Jet to discover the wonders of BRAKING at this moment in time, as it's the only thing that saves him from being sucked into the crushing ball of white gravity that bursts out. Of course, the fact that he's trying to jet away while being pulled helps a bit. Finally, the attack subsides, releasing him and slingshotting him away. "FREEDOM!!" he shouts, pitching back to see the aftermatch. "...oh, good lord," he mutters as he sees the aftermath. And down below, he sees something. The bear, standing, while Demo seems out of the fight. "...ok, that's it!" he says, diving toward CG and training his guns on him. "EAT LEAD!!" Suddenly, the burst of Vulcan Cannons pepper the ground as he tries to shoot down the bear. Sure, he taunted Demo over his inability to down the guy, but he's still better than some stupid bear.
Jet Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Vulcan Cannon Strafe attack.
Demolition Man grins cruelly and perhaps a little madly, at Crescent, the fascade of idiocy fading for a moment.
Then he gets the LIVING GUMBO blown out of him, a plasma storm shattering half of his internal systems in one horrific swoop. Demo falls to the ground, whimpering, dazed, defeated, and turns to drag his veritable carcass back to the Drache. Today was not a good day.
Then he hears Captain Gumbo. He turns, resignation and exhaustion written on his features. "Man, this is gonna SU--"
It really doesn't 'suck' much, Demo reflects, as his chassis is rended asunder. It's more of a HORRIFIC MAIMING OH MY GOD MAKE THE HURTING STOP MOMMY DAVE DAVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING DAVE DON'T DO THAT DAVE DAISY DAISY give me your an...s...wer...true....
*THUMP*
Signas turns his head slightly, watching as the Bonne pirate starts making his run to get back to the Drache and attemps to escape from the scene with all of the loot. Well, that wasn't going to do. That wasn't going to do at all. And Signas turns his hand around, and points to Bon. And he utters one phrase, that is likely to either be prophetic... or rather silly, depending on if this works or not.
"No Bonne. No. There will be *no* escape."
And Signas raises his hand up, threads of gravity energy lashing out from his palm and attempting to wrap themselves around the Bonne Pirate. To lift him up in the air.
And to *crush* him.
Signas misses Bon Bonne with his Gravity Cell attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "Bon Bonne is falling back - we've only got one gnat left to deal with. Although it is a *large one* - do you have an appropriately sized swatter?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock's emergency beacon keeps going. Blip. Blip. Blip.
Crescent Grizzly delivers the final blow, Demolition falling for good. And then, the reploid falls to one knee, and then the other. He's in bad shape, and has been stayed in combat far longer than he should have. The Honor of the Cajun Chef, however, is safe. For now.
Of course, the Overlords wouldn't be too happy with Crescent. Most factions aren't when he does this to one of their members, and the peppering of his shattered form by Jet Man's vulcan cannons is an all too timely reminder of this. Crescent needs to get ouf of here. Turning, he dives for the ground, hoping to escape beneath the earth, where Jets cannot follow.
Crescent Grizzly retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Rock, Blues, Demolition Man, Jet Man, Signas, and Pants Man.
Blues is kinda scary in that he sees Rock going Nova....and stands still. Somehow, some way, he stands, untouched by the monstrous blast. (Why do you think they call them Ray-Bans?) And when the pants launch, he brings his shield up and deflects them from his neck, wrapping them around a telephone pole instead. "No." Now, it's time to get some technical data. First, he walks to the head of Pants Man, and his hands glow, and his body turns Blue and Black, with a sweet gold stitch.
Now, to Hyper Storm H. He turns a different shade of midnight blue highlighted in Crimson.
Demolition Man, and his body stays normal, but he gains a vest full of explosives, and a neat Beret.
Then, finally, he is back to normal, and he stands between Jet Man and Rock. "Yo. Flyboy. Who were you calling a punkass b****?"
<i><b>PROTOMAN: GET EQUIPPED WITH TONS OF @#$*.</i></b>
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Wow. Seems this log was too big for Livejournal.
So.
PART 2: The BURNINATION, to be posted tonight.
Light Labs - Command
Monitors and computer consoles line the walls of this cavernous room. In the center of the room is a round computer with holographic display, its lights flashing busily as it processes information about mavericks, and their last known sitings. Computers along the walls are also occupied with an information processing task. Technicians and other Maverick Hunters run about hastily, monitoring the computers, and making sure the information is as accurate as it can be. The whole air of this room exudes purpose and drive, and the hustle and bustle seems neverending. On the south wall are two large bulletproof windows which gives you a view of the rooftop runway and Hangar Area. A large blast door in in the middle of the two windows, giving easy access to the landing strip.
Blues is sitting, watching one of the sets of displays. Dressed fairly casually, a coffee mug sits, undrunk, next to him. His fingers tap lightly against the desk, and it's hard to tell what he's thinking.
Rigger slips through the doorway into the command center with her gaze fixed firmly on a spot of the floor just in front of her. She begins to pace around the command center before even seeming to realise that Blues is here. Once she does she stops her fidgeting immediately to look up and stare at him. It's the casual clothes. Throws her for a loop. "Proto?"
Blues raises a hand and waves, then finally takes a bit of his coffee before returning it. "Last I checked, anyhow." Turning, he raises an eyebrow beneath his glasses. "Looks like you've something on your mind."
"You're right," Rigger agrees. She doesn't expound on it for the moment as she opts instead to pull out a chair to sit opposite the first android. Her arms drape over her knees as she settles into a leaning-over sort of slump to focus her attention fully on Blues. "Actually I wanted to talk to you about it. I'm planning on joining up with those Irregular Overlord guys to see what their deal is. Figured I should let you know so you don't get the wrong idea when it happens. I'm keeping it a secret from most folks for obvious reasons."
Blues grunts a bit, and starts to relax a bit until Rigger explains, and then goes much more alert and attentive. "I see....mind if I give you a job while you're in there?"
Rigger lifts an eyebrow in a somewhat curious manner. Blues, giving her a job? She shrugs though, and bobs her head in an agreeable nod. "Sure. I'm going to be there, might as well do what I can."
Blues nods, and leans in. Sitting up a bit more, he speaks softly to avoid anyone overhearing. "Inside them. iBluegrass seems to be...something different. Remember the power armor designs the UN has shown?"
Rigger lifts both eyebrows rather abruptly at that. She did indeed remember. "Yeah, I'm building something based off of them," she admits with a slow nod. "That's my main reason for going though, rather than asking one of you guys. I can get better info on their tech. These 'omnidroids' I've heard about especially."
Blues mms. "Okay. Then there's something I want you to do. That iBluegrass is a girl in some form of armor. I don't think she's terribly old, either. Maybe 20 at the most. And for whatever reason, she's hooked herself into this and needs the sense smacked into her. I wasn't able to do it on the battlefield, so maybe you'll have better luck from the inside."
Now this was a surprise. Rigger had assumed Blues was going to ask her to get information on the tech the girl used. But this? She merely blinks at him a time or two and utters, "You expect me to... I kinda screwed up bad enough with Kalinka, you know." A slight frown follows as she reaches up to rub at her face with a sigh. "I'll give it my best shot."
Blues shrugs. "I think you might be one of the few ways to keep this girl from getting killed. Because if she takes on the Mavericks or Repliforce, they won't give a damn. And the Idiot Squad wouldn't even realize there was a human inside."
Rigger dips her head in another nod as she thinks these facts over. "You're right," she admits simply. "I take it she's not very good at fighting to begin with. Repliforce probably would be more cautious fighting her if they knew that, though. Most of them anyway, I doubt folks like Barrage would give a hoot. I'll try though. I will."
Blues shrugs. "She tried hard against me and lost. But most people try hard against me and lose, unless they happen to have something really impressive up their sleeves. It's a difficult thing to grade." Letting her talk through the situation, he shrugs. "I don't know, and don't want to risk it. Besides, most of them don't understand how to keep an operation secure, and that could be a problem, too. One person being careful on the inside is probably the smartest way to go."
"I just hope Durandal can forgive me for not telling him about it. He's already wondering why I'm acting weird." Rigger frowns a little more before sitting up straight in her seat again. "I'd make a bad joke about you having a crush on this girl, but my sense of humor seems to be asleep right now."
Blues rolls his eyes. "I try not to date well armed lunatics. That's been the hunter pastime so long it's gotten cliche....though you might want to at least try to tell Durandal something sublty. Being shot by your own creations tends to leave a bit of a cool area when the holidays roll around."
Rigger lifts a hand to wave dismissively over the idea. "I'm leaving him a note just before I leave. I need his reactions to be authentic in the meantime... He'll understand. He'll be pissed, but he'll understand."
Blues nods. "Fair enough. And a pretty sound reasoning. Shock and anger is always best fresh."
Rigger runs her fingers back through her hair with a tired sigh. "Yeah. Doesn't make me feel any better about it, but if I don't do it I could end up dead. I'd rather avoid that if I can."
You say, "Most people tend to agree on that."
Rigger pushes up from her seat, and stretches her arms over her head with a tired sigh. "I think I'm going to go get some time in the training room. Burn off some nerves, that sort of thing."
Blues nods, and turns back to the monitors. "I'll be up here if you need anything else...I have a few people I want to run into, and this seems the best place to do it."
Rigger walks past and goes so far as to risk a quick pat to his shoulder. She might lose a limb for it, but it's a quick enough that perhaps it could be forgiven. "We have phone numbers too you know. Rest up while you can though. Seems like these guys intend to hit hard and often."
Blues lets it go, and shrugs. "Phones don't have eyes. Phones don't sweat. And phones don't give things away I like to learn." He shakes his head. "Believe me, I know. I've already taken down 3 of them."
Rigger pauses to lift her eyebrows at that, "Taken down phones? Why Proto, what did they ever do to you? They're not even sentient. But then that could be said half the time for the people that use them too."
Blues rolls his eyes. "Your sense of humor really is off...go see if you can find it down in the training room."
Rigger makes a fist and hits it to her chest with a melodramatic sigh. "Cut me to the quick, there. Guess I'll have to try harder or turn in my membership to the 'Sarcastic Scientist Society.' Later, Proto." With that she heads into the gravlift to head down.
Blues smiles a bit, then drinks a bit more coffee, settling in again.
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Message: 10/29 Posted Author
Sit-Req: Irregular Overlords Tue Feb 03 Signas
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<hunters only="Only" incode,="Incode," text="Text" message="Message" from="from" signas="Signas">
As I'm sure quite a few of you have realized of late, we've been dealing with a new threat in the form of Scott Wily and Epsilon's new Irregular Overlords force. While we've had some general discussions regarding their disposition and goals, we still are lacking in specific information, up to and including any details on the new Omnidroids that we have encountered.
In short, we are currently lacking a large amount of information. People, it is important that if you come across any hostile activities, from this new group of enemies or from the Masters and Mavericks, you need to file your reports so the rest of us know what is going on. You could risk your life in order to find out vital pieces of information, but if the rest of us are not aware of it, then it does us absolutely no good. Please do your best to insure that any information you get your hands on gets to the rest of us as soon as possible.
Also, if anyone has any operations that they need assistance with, especially in the recon and intelligence areas, please feel free to submit your ideas, or give those of us who need to know a heads up on your activities. We need to try and take the fight back to the enemy, instead of waiting on their next move.
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<i>Time Passes…</i>
Rock has arrived.
Blues sits in a chair watching the monitors. Coffee steaming at his side, he's dressed entirely casual, except for his glasses and scarf. He could be Rock, or anyone. It's hard to tell. Looking to various scenes, he just flips channels occasionally, over and over, clearly waiting.
The sheer amount of sunglasses and similar scarves that Rock has received certainly could lend that Blues-ish air to him - if he ever wore them. But no, that's his brother's job, and instead the Blue Bomber wanders in from off the gravlift, nose buried in a report and a can of soda in his free hand.
Blues sees the reflection in the screens, and nods. "I'd been wondering when you'd show up. Keeping busy?" The screens he'd been controlling all turn off, and he spins the chair around to look at his Brother, taking his glasses off and tucking them in his shirt pocket.
Blue eyes lift up from the report and over the can's rim, Rock having been in mid-drink before he was addressed. Cutting it off short, the Hunter shrugs slightly as he makes for 'his' chair. "When am I not?" he asks, grinning lopsidedly as he sits down, setting report and can down on the console.
<global news="News" network="Network"> :| GNN Worldwide News Flash! -- A large explosion has just been reported outside of New Delhi, India, in the vicinity of industrial warehouse reportedly belonging to Khan Industries. Although not yet confirmed, the cause is reportedly to include Irregular Overlord activity, due to spotting of a Bonne Pirate craft in the vicinity slightly before the explosion.
Blues raises an eyebrow, but shrugs rather than give a verbal barb. Instead, he gestures to the report with his mug. "About the new bunch of idiots?" He turns as the broadcast comes across the command centre. "And speaking of..."
Rock blinks, looking up at the broadcast, and shakes his head quietly. "Great. Epsilon and company must be bored." He stands, peering at the GNN quietly before answering Blues's question properly. "Yeah, it is about the new -recruits-," he stresses. "It's not exactly the most uplifting reading I've ever had, though."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Simian Monk transmits, "Wha.. what happened?"
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Rock transmits, "It looks like the Irregular Overlords are throwing a party."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Signas transmits, "Indeed."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Signas transmits, "Should we bother with this, Rock?"
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Blues transmits, "I'm game."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Simian Monk transmits, "I cannot respond.. medbay bots said I shouldn't go into combat due to motor damages."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Rock comments dryly, "I'm in just bad enough of a mood to go pay my 'respects'."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Rock transmits, "You stay in the medbay and rest up, Simian. Don't overdo it."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Signas transmits, "Lets go play with them, Protoman. We should give them a proper welcome to this side of the world."
Blues shrugs. "I was actually referring to Epsilon's bunch, not the new recruits...but yes. They need work. And Signas and Zero don't seem receptive to giving them over to me for training." Then, he looks to Rock, and smiling a bit. "But I do know a great anger management program."
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Blues transmits, "Light labs command to rally. Then deploy."
Signas arrives from the Teleportation Area--Light Labs.
Signas has arrived.
Rock slides his glance over to Blues at that, putting aside the recruit problems, Epsilon and company, and even his soda. GASP! "Do you? I might just be in need of one," he quips, grinning in amusement.
Blues's answer comes in his standing and going to his Protoman armor, one hand collapsing into his Buster. "I think they'll be very surprised to see us appear in their faces, don't you? And the resulting fight is great for your whoopass chakra."
Signas walks into the door a few moments later, looking about for a moment as he adjusts his hat. "Well, I think that we have some very impolite guests on this side of the world. It couldn't hurt to give them a proper welcome now, could it?" he suggests with a touch of a smile.
"Sometimes, I really like the way you think," Rock notes with a soft laugh as a flash of white and blue engulfs him long enough to summon the blue-on-blue armor, the Buster folding and clunking itself around one arm. As Signas enters, the Hunter gives him a broad grin and a nod, free hand clenching to a fist. "You'd better believe it. It looks like we just got ourselves nominated as the welcome wagon."
And as Rock speaks, Blues nods to each Hunter, and they...disappear.
You paged Mars with '@tel Blues, Signas, Rock to Hyper Storm H, please. :D'
Signas grins from under the brim of his hat, and shakes his head. "I have to admit, I've been curious as to what sort of tecnology that has been put into some of these new designs. We can't gather information without some firsthand experience." He pauses for a moment, and adds, "Besides, they threw a party and didn't send us invitiations." And... blip!
Rock will never get used to the feeling of freestanding teleportation. It always makes him a little queasy, and he wonders how his brother can do it. Yet more of the Blues-Fu. *blip*
India
India. A giant culture, a giant power. This /was/ the birthplace of the megalopolis, only thing it was lacking before was the technology. The prime nexuses of Bombay, Calcutta, and New Delhi are still apparent, glittering gems among the lush jungles and urbanized areas of the now prospering nation. Very few places on earth can you pick a fig off a tree on one side of the road and acquire a computer on the other.
Contents: Contents:
Pants Man [IO] Bon Bonne [Assault] [IO]
Demolition Man [Demo] [IO] Hyper Storm H [IO]
Bonne Dropship (Drache) [C]
Rock has arrived.
Signas has arrived.
By now, most of the smoke has cleared out of the big hole blasted in one side of the warehouse. Hyper Storm stomps out, shoving a crate of goods into the Drache before turning an heading back for some more.
A few Servbots have been called into helping as well, too, with carrying whatever’s light enough for them to grab.
It starts with a whistle. But that whistle isn't just the average whistle people here when Protoman arrives.
This has the flavor of something grand and rather impressive. Almost a battle theme that seems to go along with Megaman in the media. And oddly enough, it is Protoman, Megaman, and Signas who appear. Not in front of the warehouse. Not off the smoke. Not inside the warehouse.
Oh, no. They've arrived right atop the Drache, from pure nothing. And the first to speak is the Great Scarved Hope.
"I think you picked the wrong day."
Freestanding teleportation - if they could actually figure out how exactly that worked, it would definately be something. Signas snaps his hand to the side, sliding his staff from its compartment in his armor into his hand, the weapon extending out to its full length as he does so. Well, it seemed like typical behavior - run in, snatch things, run out. This sort of thign was just getting a little bit old, wasn't it? Setting one end of his weapon on top of the Drache, the Hunter Diplomat smiles from under his hat. "Don't you know its impolite to throw a party and not invite us?"
[Radio] You send Rock a direct message: "Dare you to tell them you brought chips."
[Radio] Rock sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You're on."
[Radio] You send Rock a direct message: "Excellent."
Crescent Grizzly arrives from the Indus River Valley.
Crescent Grizzly has arrived.
Perched atop the Drache, Rock materializes on the other side of Blues, Buster already humming and ready to rock. The Hunter quirks a brief grin down at the Irregular Overlords, shaking his head quietly. "Guys, guys, guys. The first rule of throwing a party in our backyard is that you don't. The second rule is that you have appropriate munchies for all those who are invited and not invited. Not only did you not invite us, I can't see a cheese doodle in sight. But I'm a nice guy, and since you insist on this shindig -- I brought the chips."
Blues pulls out a large bowl of chips on cue. Tostitos, anyone?
The one nearest to the hole would be Pants Man, and after he steps out he takes a moment to survey the situation. He considers this and looks back inside. "Hey guys. There's a kid in pajamas, a guy in sunglasses, and a dude in a stupid hat out here. I think they want to talk to you, Hyper."
Bon Bonne floats out of the building holding a large box, the big baby only seeing the trio of heroes once he gets close to the Drache. Signas and Blues hardly get noticed at all, Bon's long term memory barely better than his short term, but Rock looks very, very familiar. "BAAAABUUU! BAABUU!"
Demolition Man comes out a few seconds later. He's just carrying a few things in his arms at a time, because his incredibly wussy strength isn't enough to push anything. He looks up at the posse of defenders who materialize on top of their ride, and blinks owlishly for a moment, before throwing his arms open, /somehow/ flinging the contents toward the Drache's interior (Demo is very good at accidental competence, you see), and then saying cheerily, "Oh, we didn't invite you! I'm so sorry!" he says. He sounds very much sincere, which probably means he doesn't understand (possible), is acting (which he may very well be doing at all times), or is being silly (also possible). "I can probably find some salsa for those chips if you want, though!"
Hyper Storm H stomps out of the warehouse, carrying a crate of mostly electronics on each of his massive shoulders, just in time to see the Hunter entourage appear upon the top of their ship. Feh, and all males too. Well, -that-'s boring. "Well, I see the party crasher's finally showed up." Optics dart from Rock, to Blues, to Signas... Damn, no sign of Bass or Punk, either. Some Forte Killer, he hasn't gotten to try and kill him, yet. And Punk's a personal matter. But the pig is too full of bravado to bother considering anyone not of those he's been programmed specifically to destroy as a big danger. "So how's about you all just scram, and save yourself the trouble of gettin' your keister's kicked." Look, he's big and mean; he can benchpress two big crates of equipment at once! Yeah, like that's really impressive.
Blues looks at Signas, Rock, and the various IOs. "Well, I think that's enough of the pre-fight bravado." Then, he smirks as he sees Pants Man. "And best of all, they brought the walking talking serving tray." And with a sidearm sling to keep the chips in the bowl (as much as possible), he sends the bowl spinning at Pants Man, aiming to plop that big bowl right in his waistband.
You strike Pants Man with a minor hit from your Generic Ranged attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "So... a robot that's all legs, Grenade Man Mk 2, Bon Bonne, and Violen Lite?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "Couldn't Scott come up with something more... original?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "Say hello to the Irregular Overlords. They live up to their name."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Sometimes crap just has to float back to the top of the bowl."
At Demolition Man's request, a large bowl is shoved forth before the Overlord. It's Salsa...kind of. But there's chilled popcorn shrimp. And it's mostly tomatoes and spices, it seems. Cajun Spices, that is.
Suddenly, one is aware that the massive paw holding the bowl is made up of large, pointed metal digits which resemble a drill...or a section of one. Crescent Grizzly looks down upon the android, smirking as he raises the normal paw up, wiggling it's fingers in a hello.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "That's... ew. That's really... ew."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "The crap, or the Repliforcer? Or both?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "... y'know, I'm not all that sure." Pause. "Er, I mean, your metaphor. Of course."
Signas just shakes his head after a moment. "Really now, that's just a waste of good chips," he comments mildly, raising his other arm and pointing it down at the pack of robots who are all milling down below the Drache. So Cain might not have given him a Buster to use - that was never something that bothered the diplomat all that much. Instead, the top of his forearm pops up, revealing a single emitter crystal... and Signas shoots off a pair of gravity pulses, aiming to knock the two crates out of Hyper Storm's arms and onto the ground behind him. "I don't believe you've PAID for those party favors - you're going to have to put them back."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Oh, just let the Dark Side win that one."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "Must... not... give... in! Okay, I'm done."
The constant cries of Bon are enough to grab Rock's attention, and the Hunter turns to peer down at the other IOs. "Huh. Some strike force they've got going on. I really think Epsilon's starting to slip - well, more than usual." Leaping off the Drache and activating his dash-jets to slow his descent, the Blue Bomber descends to the ground and lands with a grunt, sizing up the competition from up close.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas chuckles quietly. "This is rediculious - then again, perhaps they were counting on us not taking them seriously?"
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "Ah' figured yew' all coul' use a 'and, Rok'."
WANG! See, there's a problem there, Blues. There's a head stuck right there. The bowl flips over, and sends crap everywhere. That in itself is nothing. There's a bit of screaming afterwards, "My Eye! You...punk...you got a chip in my freakin' EYE! Oh geebus...." He pants start to stomp around, the head spinning madly trying to dislodge the WHOLE FREAKIN' TORTILLA lodged in his eyeball.
Finally the chip flies out, and Pants looks up at Blues, one optic squeezed shut still. "Oh, you punk. You'd gonna pay for that one." Using some fancy foot work, cause he can't do much else, he flips the bowl up in the air, and then kicks it right back to Blues.
Pants Man strikes you with a glancing hit from his Generic Ranged attack.
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Hmmm? What was that? Is something going on?"
Bon Bonne blinks as the Blue Bomber hops down, and Bon drops whatever he was carrying with a crash, floating over toward him. It's the blue boy that Tron's always on about! And Brother Teisel, too! He pulls his arms open, trying to scoop Rock into a big painful hug... won't Tron be proud of him! "BAAABUU!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Crush Clap attack.
Hyper Storm H manages to save one crate, somewhat. Since saving it involves tossing it into the hold of the Drache, where it can be heard crunching open. Oh well, they'll worry about the mess later. But in the process, the other crate is shot out of his grasp, scattering electronic parts all over the place. ".. Grrr. Fine. Don't say I didn't give ya dorks a chance fer savin' yerselves from an asskickin'!", he yells, then stops, and huffs enough breath to cause the air to ripple with the motion of shockwaves towards the two Hunters still standing on the dropship.
Demolition Man looks down at his feet at the salsa. Then, he slowly turns his head up.
And up.
And up.
"Woooooow...." he murmurs in wonder, waving back dumbly. "You're biiiiiiiiig."
The activities of others are wholly ignored now, as Demolition Man focuses the entirety of his attention on the very big Crescent Grizzly. "And it looks like you make good salsa! I'm gonna need a really big bowl of salsa to impress you! I don't have it with me right now, though. But I do have a sampler pack!" He all but cheers as he jerks one of the grenades dangling from his chest free and lightly tosses it at Crescent's feet. "I hope you like it!"
Hyper Storm H misses you with his Shockwave attack.
Hyper Storm H strikes Signas with his Shockwave attack.
Demolition Man misses Crescent Grizzly with his Incendiary Grenade attack.
Blues shakes his head, and just lets the bowl brush off the outside of his leg. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I obviously didn't think. Next time, I'll hit you in the eye with something a lot sharper." Blinking away before Hyper Storm's air compressions can reach the Drache, he reappears behind Pants Man. "Or maybe I'll just shoot you."
Rock feels various important internal bits protest under the brutal 'hug'. Totally caught offguard by the expression of, well, some form of emotion from Bon, the Hunter squirms in the baby's... well, what passes for the baby's arms, grunting and gasping in pain. Too much cute is, apparently, hazardous to your health. "Not... the best start... I've ever had," he grates out as the Buster hums happily, and Rock fires a shot off randomly, hopefully able to get his Buster arm up high enough to get Bon scared off and drop him.
Rock strikes Bon Bonne with his Mega Buster attack.
You strike Pants Man with a glancing hit from your Proto Buster attack.
Crescent Grizzly looks down at the little grenade, and blinks.
Nothing happens.
A few moments pass, and the wind whistles, the grenade remaining at his massive feat. Finally, he shoves the bowl of salsa at Demolition Man, and bends down to pick up the small incendiary device. Examining it closely, held between two claws, the ex-smuggler scratches his chin in thought. " Ah', 'ere weh' go. " A few tweaks with a clawtip, " Yer' triggerin' 'vice wus' loose'. All bettah' naw'. " The grenade, now fully armed, is attempted to be exchanged with the bowl of salsa.
Crescent Grizzly misses Demolition Man with his Illegal Weaponry attack.
And lo, there was a mighty blast of wind - a terrible gust that would probably make someone else quake in terror. For the most part, what it manages to do to is make Signas back up a step, and knocks his hat off of his head, sending it fluttering down to land with a rather loud *clang* on the other side of the Drache.
Signas' expression darkens. This thing knocked off his hat.
"I'll start with this one," the Diplomat comments, before engaging his blink systems and vanishing off the top of the transport - and reappearing a few feet away from where Hyper Storm is standing. He doesn't say a word - merely reaching over to grab the Omnidroid from where he is standing, lift Hyper Storm above his head, and send him on his merry way to meet the concrete a modest distance away.
Signas misses Hyper Storm H with his Throw attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "...quite agile for a walking side of ham."
Bon Bonne cries out as the Buster hits him, recoiling backwards with an angry sob. "BAAAABUUU!" Reaching back, he pulls a bomb out of nowhere, hurling at Rock with an unhappy sob. "WAAAAAHH! BAABUU!" His wailing cry brings some Servbots scurrying over to him, hoping to help their big master. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Bomb Blast attack.
Demolition Man's smile fades to a look of faint awe. "Wooooow...." he says again, looking down at the grenade at his feet. He kneels down and picks it up, and then looks it over a little. He listens to it. "Thanks, mister!" he chirps.
Somehow, this entire process takes exactly two seconds.
The next is spent throwing the grenade back at Crescent. "Here! You can keep it as a souvenir of our new friendship!"
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Incendiary Grenade attack.
Jet Man has arrived.
Hyper Storm H blinks as well, but just in expression as Signas poofs off the ship after being dehatted. Only to reappear and grab him, and then try to pick the porker up. Could Signas even pick him up? Sure, they're the same size, but with his bulk HSH is probably heavier. Unfortunately now isn't the time to find out, as Hyper reacts to being grabbed by twisting before he's picked up completely, and swinging an arm down to try and smash his elbow Signas' gut.
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Generic Melee attack.
The grenade lands upon the bowl of Salsa. Gasping in shock and surprise, Crescent juggles the large glass container, trying to dislodge the explosive before it ruins his carefully concocted culinary creation. Pulling it out, juggling among his drill claws, the bear glances about for somewhere to put the item before it's too late. The Salsa must be saved at all costs. So, with no where else to turn, he holds the bowl far to one side, as the Incendiary explodes.
Coughing slightly, his face pocked black, the Cajun glares down at Demolition Man. Defy the sanctity of fine Nawlins' cooking indeed. Snarling, he lunges down to take a bite out of the Overlord, a pound of flesh, if you will.
But the salsa stays an arm's length away, safe from harm.
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Bite Out Of Crime attack.
Pants Man's eyes boggle a bit as he's shot in the back....err...sorta. His head whips aroudn suddenly, facing Blues, "Oh...just shoot me. Ha. HA HA HA. Funny. I'll make a funny, too. I'll just kick you in the head. Alright? Alright?!?"
With that, Pants Man explodes from his spot, running and leaping at the Drache. Planting his feet on the side, he launches himself back at Blues, full sprint back at his target, before leaping intoa jump kick of the speedy type.
Blues deflects Khaki Krusher from Pants Man.
Pants Man misses you with his Khaki Krusher attack.
Rock drops to the ground with a grateful gasp, rubbing at his crunched chest armor and wincing as various bits of circuitry and silicon expand back into their rightful positions... well, mostly. He pants a moment as he turns on his heel to peer at Bon, and grits his teeth as the bomb is sent flung towards him. He fires off a shot again with the Buster to blow it out of the sky, only marginally wounding himself as hot shrapnel rains down. And then the Servbots start showing up. "Oh, great," he mutters, shaking his head briefly before he runs at Bon, ducks, and slides to get behind him - but on the way there, he tries to kick the baby. Don't kick the baby, Rock.
Rock misses Bon Bonne with his Slide Kick attack.
Picking up Hyper Storm is probably entirely within Signas' power - although he doesn't get a chance to find out just yet, as the Omnidroid skillfully avoids the throw and attempts to retaliate. Of course, he's going to find out that Signas is just as hard to hit - the Diplomat brings one leg up, striking Hyper Storm in the arm as he tries to throw the elbow, and sending it flying wide from its intended target. And at the same time his other arm comes around, aiming to bring that emitter crystal right into his opponent's face - a point blank energy blast at close range is likely to smart a good bit, if the Irregular isn't able to get out of the way in time.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Generic Ranged attack.
Blues smirks, sliding back even as Pants Man bursts into his attack flurry. Almost kneeling, he raises his shield to protect him, giving Pants a nice ramp to slide up and launch from, and then extends his Buster arm straight up and out at Pants Man, aiming right for the seam, firing as his back touches the ground.
You strike Pants Man with a solid hit from your Point Blank Proto Buster attack.
Bon Bonne floats up, getting out of the way as Rock slides under him. Giggling, he thinks the Blue Bomber is trying to play, clapping his large hands together happily as he watches Rock miss him cleanly. Nevertheless, he keeps up his own attack, deciding to play with the hero of the Maverick Hunters a bit more, and blowing on the big pacifier in his mouth, a metallic party streamer flipping out at him. "BAABUU!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Tongue Whip attack.
Demolition Man's eyes widen a little and he finds his shoulder abruptly bitten into with a *KLANG*. The teeth don't go very far, though, Demo's incredibly thick armor only a little dented by the bite. "I'm sorry!" Demo apologizes as he slowly, because he is very weak, pries Crescent off of his armor. "I didn't mean to ruin your salsa." And ruined it may well be - for that grenade did indeed have salsa of its own inside. A salsa known as NAPALM. "Here, let me give you something to make it up to you. I think....here! It's one of my other kinds, I think you'll like it." And with that, Demo snaps off a pipe bomb, shoves it down Crescent's throat, pats him on the head once, and toddles away.
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Pipe Bomb attack.
Hyper Storm H snorts as his arm is knocked wide, and a gun pointed in his face. Now that ain't nice. BAM! The only result though is a bit of scorching and Hyper's head smoking a bit. Looks like his head is just as thick as the rest of him. "Hah! I've been hit harder by girls!" The big pig takes a few steps back, and then smashes one of his hooved feet hard into the ground, causing it to shake as cracks splinter and split open beneath Signas' feet.
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Earthquake Stomp attack.
It's quiet unexpected when Pants finds himself ramped upwards... The legs go into a flailing motion as he's further launched by assistance of a shot to the seam, sending the pair of legs flying.
After a moment, he comes crashing back to the ground in a cloud of dust. "Oh...look at you, with the big, fly, shield. Let's see you block all this.", Pants Man growls, immediately dooming his assault to fall into just that. He sprints back at Blues, cause he does a lot of running, you know, but instead of kicking, he takes a massive leap over Blues. As he flies, several 'pockets' open and small bombs start to drop out, a line of explosions chasing towards Protoman.
Pants Man misses you with his Cargo Pants Carpet Bomb attack.
Rock slides cleanly under Bon, foot sliding harmlessly by the baby's ankle. "Dangit," he grunts as he rolls neatly up onto his feet, whips around to face Bon... and ends up getting a chestful of party streamer. The weapon shreds his armor, reducing the crumpled bits to fragments, and knocks him back, sending him skidding a half-dozen feet on his behind. "I am totally out of practice," the Blue Bomber gasps, fingering the rent in his armor before firing off the shot his Buster had been sitting on for the past few moments. "Playtime is officially -over-!"
Rock strikes Bon Bonne with his Mega Buster 2 attack.
Crescent Grizzly blinks in surprise, pulling away with a pipe bomb in his maw. Panicking, the Guardian swallows. He's had spicier...he should be fine.
*THOOOMPHF*
A muffled explosion is heard, and black smoke is belched forth. " Ah', naw' dats' a spicy meatball, mon ami'. " Hey...is that shrimp cooking? Glancing over at the salsa, he realizes in surprise that it's in fact on fire. Turning to look down upon the Overlord, the Ursinal's eyes seething spicy Cajun Rage.
And with that, he promptly begins to beat the Demolition Man with his flaming bowl of Nawlins' Gumbo.
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Ragin' Cajun attack.
There is one thing that is required if you are going to attempt to hurt someone but unleashing a large shockwave against them. And that is... they need to be on the ground. Signas, on the other hand, more than sees the attack coming, and reaches up to grab onto the massive Irregular's shoulder, pulling himself up and over, and uses the Omnidroid to avoid the very attack it was attempting to use.
"Well, if that wasn't hard enough, perhaps I can use something a bit stronger," the diplomat suggests mildly, bringing his free arm back up above his head. The emitter crystal on his gauntlet turns a pale blue, and slides back into his arm... which then expands slightly, hsi entire bracer spinning around and locking into place. And Signas brings it down... using the charge of super compressed water to generate a huge strike against Hyper Storm's head. Hopefully this should short out a few systems from the pressurized water damage.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Pressure Fist attack.
Blues smirks as he slides beneath Pants, hitting his dash-jets to help him keep pace and avoid the bombs. "Will you settle for me being smart enough to dodge them?" Then, he reaches up and clamps onto a leg, hoping to bring Pants down to earth the hard way. "Now lay down so I can iron you flat."
You strike Pants Man with a glancing hit from your Smash attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "The larger they are..."
And there Blues goes. And down Pants goes, crashing into the ground. Okay... Pants needs a new tactic. He spins his head around as he kicks towards freedom, hopefully. Meanwhile, he tries to sideline Blues with a question, "What kind of fabric is that you're sporting?"
Pants Man misses you with his Are Those Bugle Boys attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock groans softly, gasping. "They harder they hit," he completes for Signas.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Need help?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock transmits, "Not yet. Just... kinda surprised."
Blues smirks as he avoids the kick, and counters with his shield, swinging for Pants' leading leg.
"Chinos."
You miss Pants Man with your Shield Bash attack.
Hyper Storm H grunts deeply as he gets slugged in the head this time, and takes a few steps back. The punch, by the way, left a rather nice dent this time, as water drips off his head. "Ooooo.." Hyper's expression screws up for a moment, obviously not liking that, as he looks about to throw up or something... But thankfully, just belches in the end. "BURRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP!" Loudly. And with enough force to not only produce a small wind, but fill the air with a stench so overwelmingly foul, its even visible in the ickle green vapors that expell from his mouth.
Bon Bonne is hammered again with a blast from Rock's Megabuster, and skitters backwards, coming to rest against the ground with a crash. He sniffles unhappily, looking at Rock with big teary eyes. Hands balling into fists, he sniffles again, and suddenly bursts into sobs, crying in a voice loud enough to make all of the Servbots grab for their nonexistant ears.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Breath Of Death attack.
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Piercing Cry attack.
*FWOOSH!!!* WHat's that in the sky? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, and you're half right. It's JET MAN, HALF PLANE HALF...er...ok, he isn't really a 'man', but...HEY, WHO CARES ABOUT SEMANTICS? :D
"heY GUYS!! YOu..." He says as he speeds by, unfortunately passing by too quickly to finish. He manages to turn about and pass over the scene again, though and start again. "...doING ALRIGHT AGAINnst..." Yet again, he has to pitch about and make another pass to speak again. "...theSE PUNKASS Bit.." Be thankful he didn't finish that one. Someone better tell him to stop before he gives everyone headaches.
That was... disgusting. Very disgusting - but it was something that Signas could use, wasn't it? Pushing backwards, he leaps up into the air, throwing his staff back and embedding it into the wall of the building that the Irregular Overlords were attempting to loot a few moments earlier... and Signas lands on top of his weapon, and points both of his arms at the massive cloud of gaseous death that is floating towards him. And both of his gauntlets open up, revealing an array of emitter crystals. And a vaccume draws the gas cloud into a sphere in front of Signas - which he then points at Hyper Storm, freezing the entire mass into several ice crystals. "Say excuse me next time you do that," the diplomat mutters, before launching the crystals right back down at the Omnidroid.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Venom Cannon attack.
Rock is getting screamed at. By a baby. This is... well, humiliating to say the least. Any other person would have put the baby to bed by now. Instead, he's getting screamed at. The Hunter lets out a cry of his own, clapping Buster and free hand against his helmet futilely. Something inside pops, and he finds himself... quite solidly deaf. Blink. Blink. The world is deadly silent, even while battle rages on around him. "OH CRAP," he shouts, trying to hear himself and failing. Well, that doesn't exactly mean he can't still, oh, chase Bon away. And those Servbots, too. The Hunter levels his Buster at Bon and company, and cuts loose with a spray of plasma fire to try and clear out the competition a little.
Demolition Man's eyes widen again, and then he's summarily beaten to bloody bloody bloody bloody bloody hell with a bowl of Nawlin's salsa-gumbo-whateveritis. He actually wails in pain, and staggers back, and weeps tears of bitter agony. "That HURT! Big meanie!" He reaches around back, withdrawing a large, tubular device, many feet long. The end facing Crescent right now, mounted on Demolition Man's shoulder like a rocket launcher, is capped by, of all things, some kind of can opener. The other end has, for some reason, a spork. Then the caps pop open, revealing the large multi-purpose grenade launcher/mortar launcher/rocket launcher/spork/can opener that is Demo's bestest best friend. "I'll have to play with you with my friend now!" Amazingly, he does not mean the jet plane Overlord that may or may not currently be moving to his assistance. This becomes abundantly clear as the muzzle flash from the device flares, and a large rocket erupts from its end and zeros rapidly in on Crescent.
"MEET BESSY!!"
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Bessy Blaze Rocket attack.
Rock misses Bon Bonne with his Mega Buster Repeating Blast attack.
[Radio: (A) Hunter-Chat] Sasha transmits, "This is Sasha, reporting online."
Hyper Storm H has his own attack turned against him. Oh, how humiliating. "Gaaah!" Several chunks of frozen fumes stuck in his armor. "Okay, that's it. Ya wanna do this the hard way, you got it!" Hyper Storm opens his mouth wide, but this time, instead of blowing out starts sucking in, hard. Hard enough for Signas to feel the vaccum to try and suck him off his perch, and into the Omnidroid's waiting crushing grip.
It also sucks up lots of the explosion debris and electronics into his gaping maw, but Hyper doesn't even seem to notice that, it's all part of the show.
Hyper Storm H strikes Signas with his Vacuum Grip attack.
Hyper Storm H drains energy from Signas with his Vacuum Grip attack.
Crescent Grizzly blinks in surprise. Is it...it couldn't be....no, this isn't possible. But it is. Demolition Man has one of the highly illegal, highly prized, and highly deadly 8E-S5Y Multi-Purpose Assault Launcher. AKA 'Bessy'. Of course, his admiration of the piece of weaponry quickly leads to a rocket lodging itself explosively into his shoulder, forcing the Ursinal Guardian to stumble backwards. " Nah', dats' 'nough outta' yew'. Dinna' yer' mere' evah' teach yew' nat' tah' play wit guns? " Snarling, Crescent slashes out with his drill claws...
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Claw Swipe attack.
Bon Bonne ducks out of the way, still bawling crazily as the shot flies past him. The baby Bonne is mad now, and crying his eyes out, but maybe that's a good thing. Maybe he'll make a mistake, and not hammer the poor Maverick Hunter commander. He reaches back, grabbing his rattle, which looks more like a morningstar than a child's plaything, and slams it toward Rock, sniffling as he tries to stop his own crying, the Servbots panicking as they look for something to calm him down. "BAAABUU!"
Bon Bonne strikes Rock with his Rattle Crush attack.
The head nods. "Nice cut. My compliments to your tailor." With that, Pants Man explodes away, his foot finally finding purchase. It's nearly out of sight in a few seconds, rocketing towards the distance. Suddenly, that spec is coming back this way....fast.
Pants Man is moving like a speed machine. Not the fastest, but fast enough. As he charges along, all the ports open on the sides of his legs, small bombs locking halfway out, ready for deployment. He face twists into an evil smirk. "Let's see if he's fast enough to handle.....
INFINITY
PaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAANNNNNNTS!"
And with that battlecry, Pants Man is reduced to a blur of legs, kicking at Protoman at speeds where it seems like there's multiple pants assaulting him at once. Bombs sail at Blues detonating in those spaces where Pants Man isn't.
<e!> Rock just dies laughing.
Pants Man strikes you with a major hit from his Infinity Pants attack.
Well, that was unexpected... and unpleasent. The blow is more than enough to do quite a bit of damage to Signas, and he grunts in pain as his armor is cracked and crushed. But he still has his hands free... and Signas is never one to give up without a fight. "...if you think this is going to stop me... you're sadly mistaken." For there is one thing that ensures that Hyper Storm is doomed. He made the mistake of disrespecting Signas' hat. And for that, there will be no forgiveness. The diplomat brings both of his hands up in front of him, a ball of tumbling white energy appearing between his fingers as he looks at the Omnidroid. And Signas whispers two words, before tossing the attack right at his toe.
"Comet Crash."
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Comet Crash attack.
Jet Man continues to make his passes, snorting over the radio from time to time, but generally being a nuisance at this point. However, once he's told to help out Demo, he starts veering that way. He never lets up his speed, though, and it might cost him, as he ends up popping and dropping a few rivets, superheated by all his speed. Not good, but hey, it might help Demo out a bit if he's lucky. Let's hope the Grizzly likes his rivets as red hot as his gumbo.
Blues can dodge 1, 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 100.....but not 200 pants. Not 1000 pants. Not an endless stream of pants. Explosions wreathe him in smoke and flame, and when they finish, his armor has been cracked in places, burnt in others, but he still stands. "Not bad. Gayer than Aqua Man Eye for the Wily Guy, but not bad." Then, he fires with a spiraling green burst of energy that returns to him after hopefully ensnaring the Master of Pants.
Jet Man misses Demolition Man with his Loose Rivet Rain attack.
Jet Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Loose Rivet Rain attack.
You strike Pants Man with a solid hit from your Gravity Wave attack.
Blues drains energy from Pants Man with his Gravity Wave attack.
*BOOM* "Ooow!" Hyper Storm howls in pain as the comet is blasted more or less right at his feet. Or more so ON his feet. "MY FOOT!" Signas is dropped and forgotten, as Hyper Storm grabs his smoking, scorched foot (nevermind his whole leg is nicely blasted) in his hands, hopping about on the other in a fit of mixed pain and rage. "My foot! He blasted my poor, beautiful foot!"
In the process of hopping back and forth comically, his other foot lands in a loose mess of parts left by the blasted crate. "Whaaaaa!" Crunch! Swooosh! Said leg flies out from under him, sending Hyper crashing to the ground with a loud thud. But! Due to his round body shape, instead of crashing, he starts bouncing and tumbling about wildly, arms and legs flailing wildly.
Hyper Storm H misses Signas with his Follow The Bouncing Ball attack.
Demolition Man looks...very, very angry. Then he opens his mouth, "YOU FOOL!" he bellows. "BESSY ISN'T ONE OF THOSE SICK, TWISTED, HORRIFIC ABOMINATIONS OF SCIENCE! BESSY IS AN /ORDINANCE CONVEYANCE DEVICE!/ SHE IS NOT A...A..../RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!/"
And then, a very angry Demolition Man rushes Crescent, taps his Anime Stunt for the scene, and then leaps high, high into the air, far higher than he should be able to jump. Then, carefully aiming, he fires a single, very powerful rocket from Bessy, with intent to make the Ragin' Cajun eat yet another heapin' helpin' of BOOM!
Demolition Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Bessy Rocket attack.
Even after that, Signas isn't out of tricks quite yet. After all, this was the official Hunter's Gone Wild night, and it wouldn't do to disappoint anyone in the audiance now, would it? Bringing his hand around, the Hunter gestures - and his staff breaks away from the wall, spinning around to smack into the palm of his hand. Resting one hand against the pommel of his weapon, the other along its haft, Signas ducks down slightly, watching Hyper Storm as the next attack comes in...
Random bounding and such - not all that impressive, and certainly not all that hard to avoid. He simply had to concentrate, crouching down a bit lower...
...and the Hunter Diplomat springs forward, dash jets firing as he launches himself across the ground towards the Omnidroid. And he comes in, low and fast, the free end of his staff blazing forth to form the blade of his glaive... and Signas vanishes, utterly avoiding the odd bounding motions of his opponent.
Only to reappear a moment later direclty above Hyper Storm, avoiding the crazed bouncing... and his blade lashing straight down.
Signas strikes Hyper Storm H with his Overhead Vertical Strike attack.
The rattle smashes into Rock brutally. Completely, utterly brutally. The Hunter disappears into the ground, leaving nothing but a mechfluid smear on the ground. He doesn't even have the time to cry out in pain. BABALITY.
And yet, the hole starts to glow with an eerie white light. It's not a healthy sort of white - especially since Rock is raised up on the force of it. Battered, bloody, and near unconsciousness, the Hunter's armor crackles and hisses, remnants of blue the only indication he ever *had* any to begin with. Polarity inducers crackle and hiss as the Hunter rises up to a dozen or so feet off the ground, head thrown back, body stiff. The headjewel embedded in the helmet flashes a brilliant red before... all is black.
And then all hell breaks loose. An aura of energy radiates outward from the little Hunter's frame, starting as a small, concentrated ball of white power. The event horizon slices across his midsection in a laser-thin slice of light, before said line explodes. Yes. Explodes. Explodes in a hail of pure energy, showering the immediate area with white-hot streams of pure plasma pain. And through it all, despite the fact he can't hear the sickly crackling or the hiss of electrons... he shouts.
"GRAAAAVITY ... CRUUUUUUSH!"
Rock strikes Bon Bonne with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock misses you with his Gravity Crush attack.
Rock strikes Signas with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock misses Pants Man with his Gravity Crush attack.
Rock strikes Demolition Man with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock misses Jet Man with his Gravity Crush attack.
Rock strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
Rock strikes Hyper Storm H with his Gravity Crush attack.
<b>Rock falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.
Hyper Storm H falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "We really have to work on your delivery."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas aaarghs. "...very... out of... practice... Rock..."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Sasha transmits, "...What occurs?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Puberty."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock's emergency beacon switches on. Blip. Blip. Blip.
Blues looks over to Pants Man. "I /dare/ you to top that."
Bon Bonne is HAMMERED by the apocalyptic power of the Gravity Crush. "BAAAABUUUUUUUU!" The Servbots... all go flat against the ground, like something squished them. Slumping to the dirt, Bon looks up... he's got to get away from the evil Rock. The evil, evil, Blue Boy. Wait... he... he won?
"BAABUU?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Sasha says dryly, "Oh, so another day in the Hunters."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Zero mumbles, "Fricken corporate dogs... maaan, did X get himself blown up again without me?"
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Bolero transmits, "... Spaniard Sense... Tingling... I feel a great disturbance in the Force, as if a buttload of villains attacked and were met by possibly insufficient forces of Good."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "The G-Crusher."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "I would have to say 'yes', Zero."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock's emergency beacon keeps going. Blip. Blip. Blip.
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Blues transmits, "Oh, it was sufficient. Rather impressive, too."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "So, shall we proceed to smash the rest of them, Blues?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "The talking pants are mine. Anyone who doesn't run like a little girl is also mine. But you can share in the big ones. But the pants are mine."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Zero transmits, "Oh well as long as it was for a good cause. I'm assuming he's not too ba... #$@*$#@ hold on."
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] El Signas sounds amused. "They failed to bring adequate chips to save themselves, however."
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Bolero transmits, "Hmmm... I should make an appointment with Prismatic then... This Spaniard Sense thing is acting wonky."
[Radio: (G) Allied-chat] Plasma Harrier transmits, "What happened out there if you don't mind me asking, sir?"
The Servbots pop back to life suddenly. "Yay Bon! YAAAY!"
There's a nasty screech and sparks flying as the blade slashes into his body. On the bright side, the blade cuts far enough to it kills his momentum, bringing his flailing to a stop, finally rolling to his feet. "Hah! That didn't hurt, ya big jer--"
And that's when Rock goes off the deep end. Energy crackles and boils about, seeming to burn the very air around them as he unleashes his most devestating attack. Well, Hyper Storm has a very simple responce in to what is about to happen.
"Oh, shit..."
That's about all it takes to sum it up, doesn't it? Before there is a MASSIVE onrush of energy all around him, scorching and sheering at the wounds already battered into his form, the massive surge capable of seeping through the damages to get at his internals past the thick armor plating.
When it finally passes, Hyper Storm is still standing there, but he's now charred black thanks to the massive energy burns that assaulted him. Teetering a bit, he holds up a single finger as he warbles. "WhO.. oRdErEd ThE... rOaSt PiG....?" Before finally his optics roll back and he falls over on his back with a thud.
Crescent Grizzly is struck by the rocket, which tears a large hole in his chest, exposing sizzled circuitry and torn systems. It hurts, but the Ursine Guardian can deal with it. Now, that large plasma storm Rock just brought into being? That could be a problem. Shoulder slumping, Crescent utters only a single phrase before being struck.
" Ah, Zuts Alors...." Being flung backwards, his armor too damaged to fully deal with the energy blast as it usually could, Crescent feels pieces of him being ripped away in the shockwave. But somehow...he survives. Barely.
Normally, the Cajun knows when it's no longer worth it. When he's beat. Quitting Time. But a glance confirms that the desecrator of all that is Cajun still remains as well. Justice must be served, his honor maintained. Drill Claws converging, Crescent's most danagerous weapon comes into being, and begins to spin viciously as the bear charges forwards at Demolition Man.
" FER' GUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMBO!"
Crescent Grizzly strikes Demolition Man with his Drill Frenzy attack.
<b>Demolition Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
And lo, there was a great light in heaven.
Unfortunately, it wasn't the end of the world - Signas could probably avoid that with some fancy and fast speech. Instead, it is simply Rock unleashing the massive power of the Gravity Crush one more. And Signas just rolls his eyes slightly, levering himself to his feet even as a large amount of his armor falls over, fractured and shattered by the force of the explosion.
Fortunately, Hyper Storm took the blast... poorly. And Signas smirks as the Omnidroid falls to the dirt, and shakes his head. "Well, at least you managed to drop someone, Rock," Signas comments quietly. And he stands, placing his staff behind his back and looking over at Bonne, Pants, and the zipping about Jet Man. And he raises his other hand, holding it palm towards him, and makes the usual 'come hither' gesture. "Alright. Who else wishes to negotiate?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "That reminds me. Rigger wanted samples of the Omnidroid."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Sasha transmits, "Zero? What is wrong?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "I'll see to it, provided no one else wishes to speak with me."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Zero transmits, "Meh... just some Disney goons tryin' to oppress me because some joker in a Goofy costume thought he'd be a smart ass."
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Blues transmits, "Told you that you'd get in trouble for hitting on Minnie."
Bon Bonne retreats toward the Drache. He doesn't want to hurt anymore, and he's gonna have a nice good cry. The Servbots go to pick up Hyperstorm and get him to safety.
Bon Bonne retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Rock, Blues, Demolition Man, Crescent Grizzly, Hyper Storm H, Jet Man, Signas, and Pants Man.
Staggering under the drain, Pants looks over past Blues, to Rock. "Sweet nuts and bolts in my back pocket." He catches what Blues says as he's RUNNING THE FUG AWAY! Running as fast as he can, trying to escape the energy, he huffs and puffs, "Must go faster, must go faster!" Finally, the light receeds. HE turns to Blues, just in yelling distance. "You want it topped. I'll top you, sucker!"
Rubbing his foot in the ground, his sparking legs cough out, "Self-det-det-detonation...activated. Magnetic-launcher...armed." Pants gets a wild look in his eyes, as he grins evilly. "Heheh....this is gonna rock."
And then, he's gone. The camera catches up, as he runs full bore at Blues, "You think what that punk Lament got was bad? You're gonna get so much worse." He screams, "Prepare to get P*A*N*T*S*E*D*!"
As he nears Blues, the head starts to spin madly, cackling like a lunatic, before suddenly, it's shot off into the horizon like a shot from a rail gun.
The pants launch, and wrap the legs around Protoman's neck and head, emitting, "Love me, Dave. Love me." Inside a timer goes "3....2....1...."
And the pants went into much explodination. Question is...Did Blues get away from them?
And he's spent. Rock tumbles back to Earth in a crumpled, bleeding and broken mess, trailing the remnants of the powerful blast behind him. He crashes like a fallen angel, pieces of armor bouncing away and laying in the dust, shards of lapis and sky all that remains of the fabled two-tone blue. He is still.
Blues deflects Pantsed from Pants Man.
Pants Man misses you with his Pantsed attack.
Pants Man strikes Pants Man with his Pantsed attack.
<b>Pants Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.
Pants Man falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.</b>
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "...I did NOT just see that happen."
The nuisance that is Jet is still up there. Yep. And he's still dumping parts of himself across the field, just this time, he's not actually hurting anyone with it. Then, suddenly....the ground turns black. "What the..." It's a wonderful time for Jet to discover the wonders of BRAKING at this moment in time, as it's the only thing that saves him from being sucked into the crushing ball of white gravity that bursts out. Of course, the fact that he's trying to jet away while being pulled helps a bit. Finally, the attack subsides, releasing him and slingshotting him away. "FREEDOM!!" he shouts, pitching back to see the aftermatch. "...oh, good lord," he mutters as he sees the aftermath. And down below, he sees something. The bear, standing, while Demo seems out of the fight. "...ok, that's it!" he says, diving toward CG and training his guns on him. "EAT LEAD!!" Suddenly, the burst of Vulcan Cannons pepper the ground as he tries to shoot down the bear. Sure, he taunted Demo over his inability to down the guy, but he's still better than some stupid bear.
Jet Man strikes Crescent Grizzly with his Vulcan Cannon Strafe attack.
Demolition Man grins cruelly and perhaps a little madly, at Crescent, the fascade of idiocy fading for a moment.
Then he gets the LIVING GUMBO blown out of him, a plasma storm shattering half of his internal systems in one horrific swoop. Demo falls to the ground, whimpering, dazed, defeated, and turns to drag his veritable carcass back to the Drache. Today was not a good day.
Then he hears Captain Gumbo. He turns, resignation and exhaustion written on his features. "Man, this is gonna SU--"
It really doesn't 'suck' much, Demo reflects, as his chassis is rended asunder. It's more of a HORRIFIC MAIMING OH MY GOD MAKE THE HURTING STOP MOMMY DAVE DAVE WHAT ARE YOU DOING DAVE DON'T DO THAT DAVE DAISY DAISY give me your an...s...wer...true....
*THUMP*
Signas turns his head slightly, watching as the Bonne pirate starts making his run to get back to the Drache and attemps to escape from the scene with all of the loot. Well, that wasn't going to do. That wasn't going to do at all. And Signas turns his hand around, and points to Bon. And he utters one phrase, that is likely to either be prophetic... or rather silly, depending on if this works or not.
"No Bonne. No. There will be *no* escape."
And Signas raises his hand up, threads of gravity energy lashing out from his palm and attempting to wrap themselves around the Bonne Pirate. To lift him up in the air.
And to *crush* him.
Signas misses Bon Bonne with his Gravity Cell attack.
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Signas transmits, "Bon Bonne is falling back - we've only got one gnat left to deal with. Although it is a *large one* - do you have an appropriately sized swatter?"
[Radio: (C) Hunter-Secure] Rock's emergency beacon keeps going. Blip. Blip. Blip.
Crescent Grizzly delivers the final blow, Demolition falling for good. And then, the reploid falls to one knee, and then the other. He's in bad shape, and has been stayed in combat far longer than he should have. The Honor of the Cajun Chef, however, is safe. For now.
Of course, the Overlords wouldn't be too happy with Crescent. Most factions aren't when he does this to one of their members, and the peppering of his shattered form by Jet Man's vulcan cannons is an all too timely reminder of this. Crescent needs to get ouf of here. Turning, he dives for the ground, hoping to escape beneath the earth, where Jets cannot follow.
Crescent Grizzly retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Rock, Blues, Demolition Man, Jet Man, Signas, and Pants Man.
Blues is kinda scary in that he sees Rock going Nova....and stands still. Somehow, some way, he stands, untouched by the monstrous blast. (Why do you think they call them Ray-Bans?) And when the pants launch, he brings his shield up and deflects them from his neck, wrapping them around a telephone pole instead. "No." Now, it's time to get some technical data. First, he walks to the head of Pants Man, and his hands glow, and his body turns Blue and Black, with a sweet gold stitch.
Now, to Hyper Storm H. He turns a different shade of midnight blue highlighted in Crimson.
Demolition Man, and his body stays normal, but he gains a vest full of explosives, and a neat Beret.
Then, finally, he is back to normal, and he stands between Jet Man and Rock. "Yo. Flyboy. Who were you calling a punkass b****?"
<i><b>PROTOMAN: GET EQUIPPED WITH TONS OF @#$*.</i></b>
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Wow. Seems this log was too big for Livejournal.
So.
PART 2: The BURNINATION, to be posted tonight.
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Date: 2004-02-04 07:33 am (UTC)Scott Wily once again reveals that he is infiitely worse at coming up with robot concepts that make ANY sense at all than his 'father' ever was.
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Date: 2004-02-04 08:28 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-04 09:23 am (UTC)I mean. Explosive, Kung-Fu PANTS?
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Date: 2004-02-04 09:40 am (UTC)PANTS OF DOOM! AWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!
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Date: 2004-02-04 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-04 10:40 am (UTC)Though to approximate the Malfunctions caused by using it, I'm gonna be hitting myself with a PB level 2 each time I fire it.
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Date: 2004-02-04 03:42 pm (UTC)Crack kills.
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Date: 2004-02-04 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-04 11:12 am (UTC)