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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 1, 2012 11:40:56 GMT -5
"Hmm. Seems I'm outmatched. I know when I am defeated. Surprising that there are competent humans out there."
#827 was at a standstill, it had no weapon to retaliate. It had only one option left to exercise.
"I'll have to leave the rest of the mission to my brethren. Farewell."
And just like that, #827 self-destructed in a last attempt to take Music with it.
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Post by Music_Swashbuckler on Jun 1, 2012 12:22:43 GMT -5
"Oh shit..." he swore through his mask and dropped the lance at the sight of the self sacrificing robot. It was fortunate that he had gotten some distance from his enemy otherwise he wouldn't have the chance to run out of the room. With flames chasing him, Music quickly spotted an opening and risked jumping through it. He shattered the window and tumled to the ground rolling from the impact of the explosion pushing his body forward a couple of feet. He stumbled to his feet and looked back at the CokeBot factory. Explosions were erupting from various rooms and he knew that the tremors would cause the mines to collapse in on top of him. He wasn't out of danger yet.
Music turned and ran at full speed to make it back to the elevator. His best bet was to head out the only way to the surface; the way he came. The walls crumbled and the ground shook but he tried his best to keep himself from tumbling over and focused his running. He side stepped a large rock that fell in front of him and found the elevator. He activated his lightsaber and slashed open the doors; waiting around for the elevator was pointless. He grabbed the metal cables and began his climb, making sure to avoid the hand size rocks threatening his head. A loud screech could be heard as the elevator cables began to shake violently. Music jumped and grabbed the metal framework, pressing his body against the shaft walls. The cart fell at a tremendous speed and whooshed by him, just barely avoiding certain death yet again. He slowly scaled the walls and made his escape. He was glad his upper body wasn't the weak stick like build he had in his teenage years otherwise he would have been dead already. Repeating the process of slashing open the elevator doors, he climbed and crawled out from what would now be seen as a dead drop of a hole that an elevator use to be in.
Music picked himself up from the ground and looked at the area around him. Buildings were destroyed, CokeBots and 7-Uploids pieces were all over the place. He tore off his mask and gasped at the fresh air around him, wondering where the fight on the robots would take him next.
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Jun 1, 2012 13:02:58 GMT -5
Something strange was definitely going on. A while after Zado left, Ezo could hear every hypnotized cokebot simultaneously shut down. He could also hear a loud explosion and other building-being-destroyed-esque noises from the direction of the factory. Ezo didn't know what in the world was going on, but he was at least relieved to know the cokebots had shut down. He decided to stay in the crowd of the cokebots until Zado came back.
"Um...hi there," Chaotic replied to the girl, him just about as quiet as she was when it came to actual speech. He showed her the picture, and asked, "Tamashi, right?" Chaotic took a deep breath. "Um...Bowen...he's been...well...um...mmm...banned. You...you're aware of the 7-uploid attack, correct? That's the reason..." He was worried about what her reaction would be, so he tried to whistle-failing-and looked in another direction, putting his hands behind his back like a church usher. He had certainly hoped Tamashi wasn't like any of Bowen's robots.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 1, 2012 13:19:12 GMT -5
She looked at the photo for a breif moment. Thoughts of what her life would be like without Bowen raced through her head. Tamashi knew not of any attack, but she did know who she lost.
"Father."
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Post by Kyle on Jun 1, 2012 18:32:48 GMT -5
(Outside the MMLS City library)
"This is the place, right? We should head on inside immed- Urk!" GreenPow shouted, getting cut off mid-sentence after running face-first into the library door. He completely forgot that unregistered members were unable to access any doors within the city. Prying his body off the damn thing, he slowly turned towards Dashe. "Umm... would you mind?" he asked, blushing in embarrassment and pointing towards the door
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Post by Fatman X. Jones on Jun 2, 2012 4:40:33 GMT -5
Fatman looked up from his beatdown of the Cokeloids and 7-Uploids still mindlessly attacking him to see "Jenny" and Loken making their way towards him, being mobbed by the 7-Uploids. "Oh, hey you two, how's it going?" He asked, putting a 7-Uploid in a headlock and smashing its head in. "Don't mind me, I'm just making sure Dashe and that other guy are--"
Dashe and GreenPow ran out by him, looking as if they were tracking someone down. "--Oh. Well, that was fast. Look, Jenny, Loken, I don't know what you're out here for, but if you're offering to fight these things as well, feel free to lend a hand!"
"Actually," 'Jenny' asked in her high-pitched voice, "We're looking for Bass. He's somewhere loose in the city, and we were wondering if you'd seen him...?"
"Bass," Fatman said to himself, throwing the smashed 7-Uploid behind himself into the straggling crowd of 7-Uploids. "Well, I hadn't seen any Wily-bots loose in the city, myself, but if I had to guess where he might be, I think he'd be hiding out in the Legends 3 section of the city, drawing stupid graffiti or something and trying to deface as much stuff as possible."
The Gustaff shrugged its shoulders. "Then again, that's just my thoughts on it, and I could be wrong. It's happened before. Let me see if I can take care of those guys for you, though, so we can actually get a few words in..."
He flipped a molly-glass-covered switch on, and brought up the targeting reticle of his Beacon Bomb launcher, and targeted as many 7-Uploids as he possibly could around them. The launcher fired out several holographic pellets that splashed targets on the ground, and in an instant, those targets were blasted from above by beams of ionic cannon energy. The 7-Uploids were incinerated in an instant, while Fatman, 'Jenny', Loken and the surrounding terrain were unharmed.
"I didn't want to break out the Harbinger Shot, but this just gave me no choice," Fatman muttered. "Sorry about that if it started you, the Harbinger Shot's my most powerful weapon. Won't hurt you, though, it's a pretty precise shot for orbital weapons platforms. Cost me an arm and a leg to have it registered for use here in the city. Now then, you two okay?"
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Post by Dashe on Jun 4, 2012 15:41:37 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Zero replied. "You sure Bass isn't in here though? We thought he was working with Bowen."
"He's got to be!" said Loken. "It's the only reasonable conclusion! Fatman, if he's not here then he's got to be somewhere else. Bowen was probably just his scapegoat. I'm a detective."
"Oh. Right. The door." Dashe muttered under her breath, pulling the door open. "Hurry on in. If my hunch is anywhere near right, we haven't got a moment to lose."
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Post by Kyle on Jun 4, 2012 16:14:27 GMT -5
"Okay, but you're going to have to keep a low-profile this time. It'll be easier to just eavesdrop on their conversation, so no smashing down doors, okay?" GreenPow requested. "Keep low, keep quiet," he smirked. "After all, it is a library."
He then cautiously entered the library. Chao seemed to be pretty harmless, but he had no idea what this Tamashi character was capable of. Running in guns blazing would just lead to unnecessary harm.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 4, 2012 18:26:36 GMT -5
"Eavesdropping. Okay, yeah. I can do low profile. I think." She trailed off. She was about as easy to miss as an oversized orange traffic cone sitting in the middle of the road with a police siren attached to it. It didn't help that only a small fraction of MMLS Citizens appeared to be biologically female, and that of that fraction, Dashe was probably the only one that waltzed around dressed in mens' business casual wear...and this was assuming she was off-duty. "Hold on a second," she sighed, ducking into the closest janitors' closet in the library's entry hall.
Thank god the Cokebots never got rid of the uniforms she had the old human maintenance staff wear! She changed into the dusty-colored jumpsuit like she was on her way to a fire and shoved her hair into a matching jeep cap and the banhammer as far into a can of handi-wipes as it would go, affixing the canister to her belt. She still hadn't washed off the residue from the last battle, and looked the picture perfect image of a very short and very gay custodian.
"See? I can do low profile." Dashe forced her voice down to a whisper as she shoved the Legends 3 Prototype into the jumpsuit's cargo pocket, leaving the door slightly ajar as she rejoined Greenpow.
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Post by Kyle on Jun 4, 2012 18:57:53 GMT -5
"Sure. Change your clothes and leave me to stick out like a sore thumb, huh?" GreenPow muttered. "Hold on a sec. If you're going to disguise yourself as a janitor, I might as well, too." he then ducked into the same janitors' closet that Dashe had just exited from. "I'll only be a moment."
Once inside, he noticed that it was surprising spacious for a closet. Immediately, he found a number of jumpsuits tucked into a cardboard box. Once he had donned the custodian's clothing, he left the closet, taking one of those push-along mop buckets with him. "Heh. I think I found my true calling in life, Dashe." he remarked.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 4, 2012 19:19:11 GMT -5
Dashe snickered. "It certainly suits you," she muttered under her breath, leading the way into the library's main room.
Chaotic and the infamous silver-haired girl were the only other people inside the building. Dashe brandished a handi-wipe and started pretending to wipe down the tops of the shorter bookshelves. 'Stay quiet and act like you belong there' was the name of the game, but it was hard. There was something about that girl that seemed decidedly artificial. Probably the hair, Dashe decided. No way that was her natural hair color.
Then again, the way Bowen was going on about this 'daughter' of his, she might as well have been another one of those 7-up robots. She suppressed a snicker at the thought. When a crazy inventor boy and an insane soda robot love each other very much...
Nah. That possibility was too far-fetched to make any sense at all, Dashe reasoned. She'd find someone in the 12.5% female member pool of MMLS City's history to pin this chick's mother's identity on later. Maybe the next female member who decided to get on her bad side. But it was better to just pay attention to the way the conversation was going instead of making up crazy gossip. Forget janitorial duties, Dashe should have gotten into tabloid writing.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 7, 2012 21:39:46 GMT -5
Tamashi stared at the photo in her hand. She realized that even though she knew Bowen cared for her, but she never cared for him. She never could have. If only she had emotions, she would know how to feel in a situation like this. But there was nothing. No pain, no sorrow, nothing. She simply put the photo in the table, then said only one thing before returning to read "GATTACA".
"Predictable."
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Post by Chaotic Chao on Jun 7, 2012 22:16:47 GMT -5
Chaotic cleared his throat. "Well, if you're OK..." He trailed off. "Bowen said he wanted me to take care of you, but I have no idea how to take care of anything..." He then looked at his six pokeballs and his pet chao. "...Um...well, on second thought, maybe I could visit you sometime? You...seem veeeeeeeery responsible, for some reason." She just seemed to sit there, reading her book with a straight face. It made Chaotic feel awkward. He also felt like he was being watched, but ignored it. He always felt like that in big, quiet places or at night.
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Post by Kyle on Jun 11, 2012 18:00:16 GMT -5
((Sorry for the delay. I've been super busy recently.))
GreenPow, while 'cleaning' the floor with a dry mop, continued to watch the meeting that was currently transpiring. "Man, this guy has the body language of a cardboard cutout," he whispered to Dashe.
Unfortunately, he then knocked over a nearby vase with the head of the map. This was sure to catch the attention of Chao and the mysterious girl, so he needed the act fast...!
"Hey, ya' dumb bastard! I let yous' clean the freakin' shelves, and yous' somehow manage to knock over a damn vase! How the hell did yous' get this freakin' job?!" he yelled at Dashe in his best Brooklyn/New York accent, winking so she knew he wasn't actually a Brooklyn janitor in disguise as a MMLS member, who in turn was disguised as a Brooklyn janitor.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 11, 2012 18:16:02 GMT -5
"Don't hit me, Unca Tony!" Dashe yelped, playing the kid apprentice role and flinching away so as to avoid being hit. "Da boss ain't gonna find out about 'dis, alls we gots to do is find anudda vase or fix dis one 'ere. Youse gots any glue in that cart of yours?"
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