FINISHED!-The Raid on the Mega Man Legends Station

[WhiteWindow]

Tron Bonne and her Servbots walked in the night as they came to the large compound know as the MMLS, Their goal was to sneak in and steal as much as possible so they could build better parts for the rocket to save Mega Man, With the help of #47, who was secretly Dashe, the person they were stealing from, this would be an odd mission indeed.

Tron herself decided to break out her Ninja Outfit for this Mission.

Tron: You got everything ready #47, The rest of the Servbots should be coming soon, hopefully very stealthy.

OOC: This is a cross site goofy RP topic between the Wiki/C-U and MMLS, mml3-project-servbots.wikia.com/wiki/Meeting_Room_2 here for details, Hopefully this will get people a bit more interested in the Wiki, and maybe expose a few more people from C-U to great place, while we rob it blind =P

[Dashe]

#47 grinned, even though she was sweating bullets. "Aye-aye, Miss Tron!" She exclaimed very quickly, hoping that she'd be able to duck into a bathroom somewhere and change back to her normal attire before the reinforcements storm the place. "I'll go in through the back and see if I can't unlock the main entrance from the inside."

It was a huge risk, helping Tron Bonne seize and rob the very community she was running, but if she played her cards right, she'd get the place booming with activity AND, even more appealing, potentially attracting Teisel's attention again. After that first double-wink, she knew it was only a matter of time before they could start talking about trivial things like the weather. How she looked forward to that day!

The Mega Man Legends Station was a walled city, with a dangerous, yet Reaverbot-free mine near the edge on the inside for new members. There were a number of buildings for each of the sections--General Legends Talk was the biggest by far, but the new Legends 3 tower she'd commissioned herself only months before she slipped into the Servbot rankings for a shot with Teisel was catching up quickly.

Unbeknownst to Tron or any of the other real recently-developed Servbot legion, there was also a hidden administration building underneath a powerful invisibility cloak towards the edge of town. Nobody had any way of knowing it was there besides the Legends Station's established staff: Dashe, fAB, Chiz, Buster, TronBonne, JMC, and MLT.

For security, several dozen mass-produced Servbot knockoffs called CokeBots were busy patrolling the area for minor rule infractions. Since Dashe wasn't very good with technology, all of the parts she used were from the 90's and late 80's.

They talk like Stephen Hawking and look like this:

They often wield tasers and police batons, but have also been known to carry light guns on rare occasions. They stand about a meter high and tend to travel in small groups.

#47 just hoped she'd be able to get away with minimal damage to MMLS in the process. If she wound up getting the place totally wrecked, she could kiss her entire administration goodbye...

[WhiteWindow]

Tron nodded, "Alright, Hurry up though, It's pretty cold." She said, looking around and wondering when the rest of her Servbots would arrive, around then #616 runs up, "Misssss Tron! Are we ready." She nodded, "Yeah, be ready to start stealing everything when 47 opens the door."

She looked at the walls, "This might be a bit harder than I thought..."

[Dashe]

When she left Tron and dashed around the corner to the boards' back entrance (Administration ID required), she took a quick glance behind her to evaluate the army she'd be dealing with, should no reinforcements come up against her. So far it just looked like Tron in a ninja suit and #616. Unless none of the MMLS users decided to back her up in case things got ugly, preventing chaos from ensuing would be a piece of cake.

Besides, it didn't even look like Tron had a mech with her...and since Dashe and company only got the Honorable Mention in that Bonne Mecha contest, they still had Seeteufel in the hangar behind the Legends 3 building. She wasn't entirely sure how it would hold up on dry land, but it was certainly more than Tron had shown up with. Especially since Tron thought she had twice the amount of Servbots on her team than she actually did at the moment.

Does she not expect the Mega Man Legends Station to be able to put up a good fight or something?! Dashe sighed as she ducked around the corner again and swiped her card, slipping in easily through the admin entrance and shucking her Servbot costume in the control room, where she and fAB could check the board's statistics if they so desired.

Now looking and feeling much less dorky, Dashe hurried up the fire exit of the cloaked administration building to the announcement studio. She unlocked the front gate from the announcement panel and counted fifteen Mississippi seconds before pressing the red button on the intercom a few times and shouting into the mic, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Mega Man Legends Station, this is your administrator speaking. Do not panic. I repeat, do not panic."

She briefly wondered if it was a good idea to start off with a citywide instruction not to panic. In retrospect, it seemed counterproductive. "There is a strange-looking servbot on the loose inside Legends Station, and it appears to have unlocked the front gates to allow pirates unsolicited entry. If any of you see any unorthodox-looking Servbots, I assure you, they are fakes, and are here to rob us blind. Attack them on sight and take no prisoners. Again, please try to remain calm otherwise. Thank you, and have a nice day."

She wasn't sure if Tron heard that announcement outside the gates, but in the meantime, she switched off the mic and checked to make sure her hair looked impeccable. After all, she'd better make a good impression for Miss Tron if she was to be taken seriously--assuming Tron would recognize her at all. There was always a really good chance she wouldn't notice, since her servbots seemed completely oblivious to the phenomenon.

[General Specific]

#125 was rather confused about the whole scenario--after all, he was a citizen at the Station, but he was similarly incognito with Tron's Servbot army. So, a day before any of this madness was to occur, #125 got ready to hitch a ride back to the Station, transfer his consciousness out of his Servbot shell, not forget the hat, and get ready for the inevitable assualt.

He would need an excellent alibi, so that Tron would never consider the possibility of his treasonous desertion--yes, he would claim to be working on the speaker system with a few others, which actually was getting grainy and nearly broken down. Then, he managed to get his hands on the best known way to fool Servbots, namely those he would supposedly be working with: an automatic neurosis inducer, which worked really well when he brought it to work on the day of the raid, when everyone was getting ready to leave--except the maintenance Servbots, whom he made go cuckoo in no time.

And, after a few hours of rummaging around in the junkyard, where no one was bothering to look for anything but him, he found an old electric raft--just what he needed. Now, it wasn't perfect by any stretch: the rotor nearly stalled several times, the steering was wonky, and he nearly fell off a few moments after getting on. But by mid-day, he had reached home without any of his superiors knowing of his escape.

Ah, there's the resident's gate right over there, thought the General as he gamboled in his diminutive guise, not realizing that his kind would be hunted down without mercy by his colleagues any second now. The ID machine may not have given a care in the world the way he looked, so long as it recognized the ID number on his member's card. But just as soon as Genny had gotten in, Dashe was making an announcement--oh crab-apples, I gots to get outta here!

So, while General Specific was taking to the resident's corridors, the Station began its stand against the menace to come.

[Dashe]

Dashe squinted hard through her binoculars as she watched what looked too much like General Specific's enormous hat for comfort darting through the member entrance. She was safely on the third floor of the Administration Building. Her big negotiations moment would seem so much more realistic if she let a little bit of chaos ensue first.

"Crap, Specific's probably come in through the members' entrance to back Tron up." Dashe cursed under her breath. "That sniveling turncoat probably jumped ship the moment Tron put up the recruitment fliers. I bet there wasn't even a cute guy involved...and he knows where we keep Seeteufel. I'd better cut him off early before he can make it to the hangar to fire it up!" She tossed her binoculars to the ground, trying to suppress her rage and panic, and started down the stairs and out into the streets below, without even as much as an escort.

[General Specific]

Genny just knew that he was doing something utterly silly--indeed, Dashe could have seen him, thinking him to be heading into the city to cause some chaos or steal their beloved Seeteufel. In reality, he was still en route to his quarters before the major offensive ensued.

He was darting like any normal human would, and not in the flailing motion of your average Servbot. As he scurried past trash bins, vacant dorms belonging to members that were never active in the first place, and past the enormous suites that marked the high status of members like Pitch, Blues, and Dashe herself, sprockets and bolts were finally starting to break loose, as if he was sweating oil fluid in his pursuit of his real body. These hallways, aside from the luxuriant entrances to the dormitories, were flashing by him in a spectrum of grey, grey, and maybe even a little bit of red to add warmth--it's what the Curator needed, that was certain. And as he neared his chamber, only a few minutes after he entered the Station Square and then into the Members' Sector, he felt a faint rumbling from the great beyond...yes, he knew that the Leopolds were beginning to congregate out front, like a ball of fire to be fired.

"Man--if Dashe saw me, she'd probably be a little bemused," mumbled the squeaking and clanking Servbot as he finally came to his door. ...And maybe not even a little: she might have already accused me of working on their side; I need to get out of this contraption, thought the little guy as he desperately jumped for the doorknob, which had always been high ever since ever. It was a fine door, decorated in medals and regalia of his former military life, but he had no time to lose--heading into the room, shutting the door hard behind him, and stumbling over to the Transfer Machine.

[WhiteWindow]

Tron looked at her watch, "Where are they? Those new Servbots can be pretty big goofballs can't they?" She heard some commotion as well, an announcement. "I wonder if #47 was caught..." She clapped her hands, "That must be it. I think they found our scouts and are organizing a defense."

#616 tilts his head, "What do he do now Miss Tron? It looks like a stealthy entrance is out of the question." Tron nodded, "Everyone knows it's the Ninja Code that if you can't sneak in, then at least make a grand entrance."

"I don't know if that's the case Miss Tr-" 616 was cut off by Tron pulling out her radio, "Bon, I'm at the Station, It's time for plan B, I'm calling in the professional Servbots."

"What' exactly Plan B?" 616 asked, "Plan B is what I like to call for short, Plan Blast the the place up and make them give us everything."

"Oh..." 616 said, As he did several Drache's entered the air space and began dropping bombs, one brought Tron's Gustaff, with Ninja like colors as well, black and dark pink. "Get in 616!" Tron said as the Gustaff opened, "Roger!"

With that Tron entered the Mega Man Legends Station through the open door, the Draches providing cover. "This should be good, and I still have some tricks up my sleeves." She said as a few Servbots parachuted out of Draches to follow her, hopefully more Servbots would arrive soon to help overwhelm this place.

[Dashe]

Dashe arrived at the Seeteufel hangar and surveyed the scene. She appeared to have beaten Specific to the punch for the time being, so she grabbed her walkie-talkie and summoned about a dozen CokeBots to guard the place.

"That Specific Boy's back," she explained, "and he's out to sabotage us so Tron Bonne can steal all we've got. I need you all to guard the Seeteufel hangar. Don't let anything that looks even remotely like a Servbot get through to it, alright?"

"Affirmative." They all said in a monotonous unison. "Attack Servbots on sight."

"Exactly." Dashe grinned slyly. "And use the machine guns. None of that stupid taser crap's going to do any damage. Fry those mutant Servbots to a crisp if they get within ten feet of the hangar door! And make sure it stays locked, or else!"

As the CokeBots assumed formation, Dashe hurried off to see if she could figure out where Specific went. Better to cut him off quickly before he could do any real damage...the sound of gunfire from the direction of the front gate cut off her thoughts, and she sped up. Tron was in, and she no doubt managed to get those reinforcements after all! Things weren't looking good...

[WhiteWindow]

Tron in the Gustaff and around ten Servbots enter the place, looking around they notice several posters around that all look the same.



Tron: Who is that?

616: That person looks familiar... Where do I remember the face.

Tron: Must be the owner of this place. Well we'll show this
guy who obeys who!

20: Right Miss Tron, A Drache will be waiting outside for loading.

Tron: Great, Lets get to work.

616: (Now I remember, That looks like Dashe... The woman from that town who helped us... Is she our enemy?)

A little after...

A door burst open as the Gustaff enters it, and looks around to see various paintings and such,

Tron: This must be where they store the art. Be sure to nab all the good stuff.

#35 and #14: Yes Miss Tron!

Suddenly the sound of fighting as a couple more Servbots run into the room.

#20: Misss Tron! We're being attacked by some robots with machine guns!

Tron: Hmm, It seems like they were more well armed than I thought, but we've handled bigger threats! We'll just have to take them out. We'll give the others cover as they load the stuff in a Drache okay!

Servbots: Roger!

With that the Gustaff exited the Art room and noticed the CokeBots who quickly fired at them, Tron fired back taking out two of them.

Tron: These things are pretty weak defensively, just don't get hit by them okay!?

The Servbots tossed bombs at them, causing them to fall into small holes that their wheels wouldn't let them out of, after a small bout the pirates managed to take out a small group of those CokeBots, and the Drache took off back to base loaded up with Art and some of the destoryed CokeBots .

Tron: If these things are all they have then we shouldn't have any problem taking this place apart! Let's try and find the hanger, I bet they have some weapons and stuff we could steal.

With that they headed towards the hanger.

[Dashe]

The CokeBots at the hangar tightened their formation as the signals from the invading units grew closer. Sure, the door was locked tightly, and the spare key was stored behind a Dashe poster in the basement of the otherwise unused News, Politics, and Debate section, but they were programmed to carry through their mission to the end, no matter what it took.

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Dashe, meanwhile, scanned the streets for any sign of General Specific's telltale hat bobbing around amidst the chaos. He probably had a key to get into the Seeteufel hangar, too. There were CokeBots running around with weapons and members running around in a panic, but no sign of the little guy at all. What if he wasn't going for the hangar in the first place? What if his target was somewhere else...and if that was the case, what was he planning to try and hit from behind while Tron ran in through the front, guns blazing? Dashe cursed under her breath for not sucking up to Tron like some of the others. Maybe if she'd been lucky, Tron would've put in a good word with her brother, too.

Of course, it wasn't like she was a real servbot at all. If anything, running around MMLS unarmed like this was just asking for trouble. Where was Specific anyway? He probably...[/i]wait a minute![/i]

"Specific's residence!" Dashe exclaimed. "He's a general--if anything, there's probably a nice weapon stash I can borrow from. Thank yoooooou, Legends Station Master Key!" And with a spring in her step, she sprinted for the residential district.

[General Specific]

For good 'ol Genny, the transfer process was nearly complete--in fact, his human body was already beginning to twitch like a retarded barn owl! With a "ding!" sound from the transfer machine, he tried opening his eyes for the first time in whole months. It didn't help that he had to have his body in cold sleep for so long, making everything feel awfully weird and stuck together. After breathing heavily for a few minutes, and taking in the scent and the water the machine had been supplying him, he took a clumsy first step.

More balance on the next step.

Next step...! --Good.

And so, he was a jerk again. The first thing that Genny got to work on was getting his battle gear in preparation: he knew that this army of Servbots, Bonne mecha, and Miss Tron herself was going to be costly for his health and for the Station at large, and so it was about high time he got out his assortment of special weaponry. Unfortunately for him, most of this stuff was junk anyways: the blasted Blade Arm from Legends 1, the Machine Gun from Legends 2, but there was a Splash Mine in there as well (--too bad they're all second-rate knock-offs). "Man, this just won't do!" exclaimed a somewhat-furious Genny, as he was scrambling all over the place to find anything of worth. Eventually, however, he succeeded in putting all of regular belongings into safe-keeping, and managed to find a series of dusty Silver Age sci-fi weapons that worked fairly well. Never forgetting his usual military attire, Genny was ready to get on a roll.

Remembering that he had stashed a radio somewhere, he chucked it out of the stash heap and tried his best to tune in on Dashe's member report frequency. The whole thing was slightly faulty, but he was working on getting a good enough signal to tell her why he was here. Better hope it's not too late to explain myself, thought Genny as he toggled the antennae in different places.

[WhiteWindow]

Tron and her Servbots were running around looking for the hanger bay, or some weapons stash, but they were having a bit of a tough time figuring out which way was which.

Tron: Why is this place so hard to navigate! Status Report now!

Servbot 12: We didn't find any weapons, but we did find a bunch of Cherry Coke, should we steal it?

Tron: If we could only find that mecha these guys built, I'm sure the Refractor alone would net us enough Zenny to call this mission a success.

Servbot 40: Miss Tron, Is a hanger a big place surrounded by a bunch of robots?

Tron: Wh-what!?

Servbot 40: Yeah it's, AHHH! They are firing at me...

Tron: That must be where we have to go, everyone get ready! Those Coke Bots aren't playing around.

Tron and her team went towards the location of #40

[Dashe]

"Phew! Made it!" Dashe sighed as she slipped through the gate to the residential sector. She pulled out her Master Key and thanked her lucky stars that the Specific boy liked to keep his place looking nice and gaudy, what with all those medals. She'd once briefly considered planting a plastic flamingo out front as well, but he'd jumped ship and joined Tron's army before she ever had the chance.

Not that she hadn't done the same, mind you, but she had a very valid excuse in her mind. Thinking of Teisel got her adrenaline rushing again. She had to figure out a way to take out the robots and get Tron in a position to negotiate. More importantly, she couldn't let Tron know Legends Station's total net worth, no matter what...not that Tron would be able to procure that kind of information without a Station Master's ID, but it was still a concern nonetheless.

She went to go unlock the door to Specific's residence, only to find him--in human form, nonetheless--standing right in the middle of the room, decked out in some kind of dorky sci-fi arsenal and frantically trying to radio Tron!

"Specific! What's going on here?!" She snapped, somewhat unnecessarily enraged that Specific beat her to his own arsenal.

[General Specific]

"I was tuning in to you, Miss Dash." He quickly holstered the radio kit (as if he really needed it in the first place) and quickly went into a salute.

"I'm actually here to defend the Station," remarked Genny as he finished his stance. "I managed a clever alibi, and then I got on a raft yesterday--long trip, but I'm here to protect the Station, and the Seeteufel of course." He quickly proceeded to adjust his Gendo Ikari look--"Most of Tron's Servbots haven't arrived yet, and most of the Drache fleet is probably automated right now. If I can get someone to tap into the AI network for those buggers, you could possibly take them out from the inside."

Genny also knew about his Reaverbot arsenal, but explaining why he'd stash that in the Station was something for a different time.