Log started: 12/17/02 12:34:57 AM Medical Support - Skull Fortress Between such resident medics as Dust Man and Junk Man, this room is as much a scrap heap as a medical faciLIty, and as much a warzone as a scrap heap. Towards the front are three fully equipped repair tables and an automatic repair chamber, and the room is ringed by cabinets and storage units, if you can get to them through the piles of defunct drones and spare parts. The latest generation of Master medical assistant drones has been specially designed for this environment, with a radar positioning system and an additional pair of drill arms. One wall features three giant diagnostics displays. These can be used to call up known information on both friends and foes. Contents: Contents: Cold Man's Chamber Dynamo Man's Charger The Dust Heap Repair Chamber HydrauLIc Doors : Vehicle Docking - Skull Fortress Reinforced Doors : Teleporters - Skull Fortress North : LIft Landing - Skull Fortress $$$$$$$$$$$$ Robot Master $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 12/35 Posted Author The Tree Incident Mon Dec 16 Bass ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Dr. Wily wanted a Christmas tree. We went to the Pacific Northwest to get a redwood. Mars appeared. I told him how much of a bitch he was. The fight began. I was crushed by several trees, each weighing multiple tons. Sword Man and Pharaoh Man kept fighting, as did the Mecha-Wily. We drove Mars off. We got no tree. F**k Christmas trees. I hate trees. Pharaoh Man is now XO of Delta squad. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Robot Master $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 12/36 Posted Author How Mars Stole Christmas Mon Dec 16 Dr. Wily ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The good doctor appears on camera. He looks a bit tired, but otherwise, fine. He crosses his arms in front of him and begins to speak. "My Masters, last night, a grievous injustice was visited upon us. By now, I'm sure you have read Bass' report. While accurate, the Force Commander was a bit....short." Wily clenches a fist angrily and leans towards the camera. "These Stardroids" He sneers the name. "have insulted us, mocked us, and toyes with us for far to long! They appear without warning and destroy our property. The appear without warning and interfere in simple family outings! And most of all, the appear without warning and try to kill us." Wily leans back, and becomes almost calm. "Yet, they ask our help in saving their own worthless shells." The Doctor snorts. "They can burn in hell for all I care. Last night was the final insult. The Stardroids have tried to ruin our Christmas, and for this there can be no retribution. Prepare, my children, for the Stardroids will know the wrath of Dr. Wily and the Robot Masters!" One hand reaches forwards and *CLICK* cuts the feed. ___ __ | |Dr. / / | |/ \/ / |__/\ / \/ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/21 Posted Author Seismic disturbances Mon Dec 16 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Shakera Tlandral here, for GNN. Last night, the entire planet was shaken by earthquakes, some of them rather far from any faultLInes. In addition, many volcanoes, including some extinct for centuries erupted. But then... after just a few minutes, all seismic activity ceased. Strange, that." She shrugs and continues on, "In other news, James Bond movies have finally run out of cLIches to use as titles..." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/22 Posted Author Order and Chaos Mon Dec 16 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Great Cult Classic Hit Band Order and Chaos was interviewed earLIer today by EspesOnLIne, a site devoted to the band. The interview holovideo was posted onLIne at several Music Loving Websites across the nation. The video is, well, -this-. An interviewer is interviewing four people. One is Daryn, the other three is a long-blonde haired fellow, an angelform reploid with black wings, and red hairs and eyes, and a blue-haired female. Daryn yawns. Interviewer: "So what do you think of all the top bands reaching records? Is the competition getting too fierce for Order and Chaos?" Daryn bLInks and is nudged in the side by the blue haired woman, "Huh? What?" Interviewer: Er...we were asking about the competition, Daryn. Daryn: Oh! ... Competition? Interviewer: Er, yes? Daryn: I don't follow. With a heavy sigh the interviewer looks sympathetically to the blue-haired woman who speaks up instead. "We feel that even with these records being set by other bands, that we, Order and Chaos, will always remain loyal to our fanbase and that they will in return remain loyal to us. We do not care about records and fame, though we have achieved some of that in our time, but we do not need it to play our music and send our message out to the world." Daryn looks over to the woman, "Yeah, what Megs said. Anway, we're gonna be having our own concert soon. Looks LIke the music world is heating up, eh? Haha...Haha...Hahahaha!", and so Daryn bursts out laughing. The interviewer looks to the screen, "Well that's it, they don't really seem to care. We at EspesOnLIne enjoy knowing that a group so dedicated to the Espes Chronicals do not perform merely for monetary funds. That's it, Cut." Yup, definately an amateur video of sorts. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/23 Posted Author Grinchy Sigma Mon Dec 16 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Excert Musical Sequence of the RMTV Special: How Sigma FUBAR'd Christmas, an enchanting children's classic in which Sigma tries to infect Santa Wily with the Maverick Virus, only to get beaten to a bloody pulp by the Robot Masters. You're a mean one, Emperor Sigma You really are a heel. You're as cuddly as Spike Rosered, You're as charming as Quick in drag, Emperor Sigma. You're a bad banana With a greasy black peel. You're a Monstrous mechanoid, Emperor Sigma. Your heart's an empty black hole. Your brain is full of mecha-spiders, You've got garLIc in your computer core. Emperor Sigma. I wouldn't touch you, with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot Ride Armor. You're employer that one Vile, Emperor Sigma. You have Infinity Mijinion in your smile. You have all the tender sweetness Of that Wheel Crocodile, Emperor Sigma. Given the choice between the two of you I'd take the 'Writings of Ditz Pinkmouse' File. You're a twinky one, Emperor Sigma. You're a nasty and wasty, unLIke Ether Skunk. Your fuel pump is full of Punk's old socks Your ethics computer is filled with bad jokes by Funk Emperor Sigma. The four words that best describe you, are, and I quote: "Sucky. Skank. Mean Drunk." You're a rotter, Emperor Sigma. You stole all of King's sinful sots. Your head's a just one big bald spot With moldy purple armor, Emperor Sigma. Your soul is an apalLIng recycle bin overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable pRoN imaginable, ManGLed up in tanGLed up knots. You nauseate me, Emperor Sigma. With a nauseaus neo-naus. You're a twisted LIttle fachead And you drive a crooked Osprey. Emperor Sigma. You're a three decker toast and SpLIt Mushroom sammich With mechfluid sauuuuuuuuuuuce! (OOC:Happy HoLIdays Everybody ~Ra) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/24 Posted Author UN Press Conference Mon Dec 16 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The UN Meeting will be held tomorrow. Around 8 to 10 o'clock... Assuming Real LIfe doesn't screw us AGAIN. Game on. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/25 Posted Author Maverick Germany Tue Dec 17 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ **This.... Is GNN...** Press releases from Maverick-held Germany are slow in coming this week, as security in the country continues to tighten. Undergroud GNN reporters within the country have reported an increase in troop movements, and organized construction projects taking place outside of BerLIn itself. The Maverick government is not providing official comment at this time, but these seem to be security reactions based on keeping BerLIn secure from the same kind of coordinated Hunter attack that occured in France last week. Of particular note is an increased campaign to tally, organize, and relocate the human populations of the country ... In other Maverick news, a straw poll regarding the various 'Maverick Christmas' sentiments that have been permiating popular culture this season, rate the majority of Mavericks polled at 'Unamused.' $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man yawns. "Anything interesssting going on?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "..." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "I'm getting sick of badly sung Christmas Propeganda Songs" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "Isss that what thossse are?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "How about Kwanza propaganda songs?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Thats what Christmas is all about, though!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "That's be a nice change." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Would you LIke the hip hop Kwanza songs or the gangster rap versions?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "Gangster Rap, Hip Hop is dead." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man hehs. "You should get together with Ssstar, human. You ssseem LIke hisss type." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "Thats what we need. Bass with a backturned hat, low-riders, high tops, and a shirt 2 sizes too large giving us some 'Masta Rap'." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "DJ Jazzy Guts and the Fresh Forte..." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Quiet Stardroid who has a crush on Tron!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "See Guts Man! It's true! We must destroy the eggs before the HalfStardroids are born." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne transmits, "...See... I'm going to just go over here now. With a /gun/." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "You know how to use one?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Tron knows how to use many things that fits in the palm of her hand." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "I can upgrade that, Miss Bonne. Do you want a RPG or a BFG?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "I think it'sss a good thing Basss didn't hear you sssay that...." [Radio: (D) GLobal] ELIse Kiritsu transmits, "........................................." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "Eaten anyone elssse yet, cannibal?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "Hey, you were about to eat Roll, Sick...Snake....Droid...thing." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "I can make it insanely powerful, too. Of course, the recoil would kill you, so I that would be a no." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "I wasss not going to eat Roll. I wasss going to eat her cat." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "So I guess you missed the cat when you LIcked her." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pirate Princess Tron Bonne perks up for a moment, "BF--... umm... ...No thanks, Cancer. I'll... be fine with my own weapons." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Do it Tron's boyfriend!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "No. She wasss trying to keep him away from me. I did it to sssee if she'd drop him." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "Suit yourself." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Give her something that will kill her in the recoil." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "And ssso I can tell Mega Man I got to kisss hisss sssissster." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Too bad you can't give something that would kill the nigh thing in the recoil or provide all of us with recoil kilLIng weapons to kill the nigh. Stupid Stardroids." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Cancer transmits, "An Guts Sandwich sounds really good right now..." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "How about upgrading MY weaponsss, hmm?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "I'm sure it does. You know what else sounds good? Punching a Stardroid in the gut and watching him vomit out his daily meal." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "Go Gutsss!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "Sssilenssce from the Ssstardroid, I note. All talk, apparently." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "Or maybe they're sick of people trying to get them to kill them so they can look cool in front of all the other Robots." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Or maybe I punched him in the gut and he's shut up." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "Why would getting killed look cool?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "Because it shows the 'oh-so-cool' stardroids care enough about your carcass to throw overpowered sh** at it. So I hear." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Some people LIke to poke the LIon with sticks, and then wonder why they get eaten." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "Eh. I'm sssick of them jussst running all of usss over." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Blues transmits, "The Stardroids do not care for us. Any sense of altruism you get from a Stardroid is a LIe, any charity a bribe. They are self serving and cowardly, running from the darkness and desperately searching for some place to hide or make a stand. A stand that will ultimately prove ineffective, because they can not even work together to prevent their own destruction, falLIng to squabbLIng amongst themselves. They are idiots that have shown that they are deserving of nothing but contempt, regardless of the physical power unleashed during their tantrums, and I for one am prepared to give them only what they deserve." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "That's cool, but can you say it five times fast?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Ring Man transmits, "I think that's the most I've ever heard him say at one time..." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Snake Man transmits, "I can't disssagree with what he'sss sssaying, either." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Hey Break Dance Man! What's up buddy? Haven't heard you say a word in ages!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "Huh, guess he's shut up again." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Virgo transmits, "OOC: Now you won't hear another word from Blues for a year. He's used up his quota." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "ooc: Can he still shoot us?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Virgo transmits, "OOC: Yup" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Daryn transmits, "ooc: Darn." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/26 Posted Author Additonal Christmas 'Cheer' Tue Dec 17 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Somewhere in the middle of crater scared Paris, there is a bit of a scuffle as a pack of Mavericks wander out. Visible among them are Shyster, Violen, Cyber Peacock, Byte, and a good number of others. Not all of them look too happy about this. Violen pulls out a conductor's baton, and stands in front of the group of Mavericks. Raising it up high... all of them burst into song, with varying degrees of enthusiasm all around. o/~ Humans roasting on an open fire o/~ Chill Penguin nipping at your nose o/~ Yuletide carols being sung by a choir o/~ And Ice Man dressed up LIke an eskimo o/~ Everybody knows a human and some mistletoe o/~ Help to make the season bright o/~ Tiny Reploids with their eyes all aGLow o/~ Will find it hard to sleep tonight o/~ They know that Sigma's on his way o/~ He's bringing lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh o/~ And every mother's child is gonna spy o/~ To see if Bit and Byte really know how to fly o/~ And so I'm offering this simple phrase o/~ To Reploids from one to ninety-two-thousand-three-hundred-and-two o/~ Although it's been said many times, many ways o/~ A Maverick Christmas to you o/~ And so I'm offering this simple phrase o/~ To Reploids from one to ninety-two-thousand-three-hundred-and-two o/~ Although it's been said many times, many ways o/~ A Maverick Christmas to you The camera pans across the broken wreckage of the city where the battle had taken place only a short time before, and then switches off. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Robot Master $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 12/35 Posted Author Press Conference Wed Dec 18 Pharaoh Man ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Pharaoh Man appears* " I'm assuming most of you are now asking yourselves what exactly happened at the press conference. Well, everything GNN /says/ happened, including an odd Timestopper effect that caused me...no damage. " Ra thinks on this for a moment, before continuing. " As for /why/ I helped that patheticly heroic Abernathy, I'll simply say this. Serenade, I will consider this a debt, though you turned out to be correct in your opinion of him. Pharaoh Man Out. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Robot Master $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 12/36 Posted Author Tonight in space Wed Dec 18 Gemini Man ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ --Gemini Man on the monitor. One of him is sitting, and looks a bit tired, it seems, eyes half-lowered, elbow leaning on the console. A standing one behind him looks a bit better, with his arms crossed as he looks into the screen.-- Seated twin begins: "Hey, all. We know you guys aren't really cool with Mars or anything... but since we'd been talking to him, we kinda made a deal." The standing twin, sternly: "We're sick and tired of the Stardroid insults. One minute, they're telLIng us we're scum, the next, they're begging for our help. It's tiring." "But regardless of what you probably think of Mars...or the rest, or whatever..." Seated twin shrugs... "It's not really cool to have the world eaten by something so FUNDAMENTALLY DULL as a whole lot of black nothing." "We told him we would do what we could... if the Stardroids canned the insults against us. Especially the major one." "Doing what we could: which means rallying. Fighting if we gotta fight. Throwing down if we have to throw down. We said at least we'd give it a shot." The standing Gemini smiles a bit wryly, and nods... "Anyway, Doc. We just think 'Inventor' suits you a lot better than that other thing. If it sticks... we owe him." --Wily spinny, end transmission.-- -- Gemini Man -- Gemini Man -- "Everyone should have a Gemini in their LIves...but it might be exhausting to have two!" $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Robot Master $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 12/37 Posted Author Current Events Wed Dec 18 Bass ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The Force Commander appears, sitting in the command chair of a conspicuously empty Head. The vastness of Nigh is behind him, growing ever-nearer to the Earth. "There is nowhere to run. There is nowhere to hide. It comes. The Stardroids are too fearful of It to do anything about it ... they are too craven to even fight those that have betrayed them while they run rampant on our people and the world." He slams his fist down on the arm of the chair. "DAMN THEM! Damn their cowardice! Damn their arrogance, their insistance on treating us LIke animals to be ordered about! We will not fight this threat for them, or anyone else but ourselves!" His eyes simmer. "No. Not for anyone else but ourselves. The Robot Masters have never bent knee to any power, and we will not begin now even when it appears that our destruction is Nigh. We will fight this Nigh for ourselves, and then we will PUNISH those who have dared to oppose us!" He turns sLIghtly in his chair, looking out into Nigh. "Find Luna. Rip the information we need from her if you must. Then we will see if our Doctor is the one that was foretold." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$ Robot Master $$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 12/38 Posted Author Eurasia Meeting Wed Dec 18 Sword Man ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "To all it may concern, this report has been distributed via paper report, due to the compromised nature of the radio waves as well as unsafe measures that may be easily tapped into by rogue Stardroids. "I, Sir Sword Man, along with Lady Serenade, went to Eurasia Colony earLIer, under the behest of one of the Stardroids, in order to learn of the true nature of this Nigh and how to combat it. THe meeting within Eurasia was an interesting and rather important display. The Stardroid known as Aldebaran, after giving rather...convincing shows of the effects of Nigh, has imparted the information that might assist us with combatting this menace. The key LIes within the power of Duo. Unfortunately, with Duo's destruction, this means we much find reLIcs and items which contain the residual energies. We are to contain them within Crystals that all present, including myself and Lady Serenade, were given. This is done by touching them to the items at hand. As for the reLIcs, the Pendants of the Ordeals were examples given, but Aldebaran told us another important artifact LIes within the halls of the place known as Atlantis. Sir Pharaoh, due to your experience and previous expedition to the location, I hope that you shall agree to lead the expedition there. As for myself, I suggest we search previous locations that were destroyed or otherwise harmed by Stardroid hands, such as El Paso. I reaLIze the situation is fragile, and our current classification of the Stardroids are targets to be destroyed. However, with this Nigh incoming, as well as the example we at Eurasia were shown...I beLIeve it may be necessary to cooperate, wilLInGLy rather than unwilLInGLy, lest we let all be destroyed, including our world. "Also, M'Lord, I wish to speak to you in private about a personal matter imparted by the one known as Aldebaran. For the GLory of Wily." .._ ...|_|_|..._|_ -(_)-..._ _..-(___)- .......| | |....| $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/25 Posted Author Paris Air Drop Tue Dec 17 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The GNN new reporter flashes onto the screen. The LIttle screen behind him as a picture of an elephant being dropped by parachute. On the side of the elephant is the outLIne of the country of France. "Good morning. Last night, RepLIforce made its official response towards the Hunter attack on Paris. Officially, RepLIforce stated they did not have the manpower to hold Paris. However, they arrived at the City of LIghts and managed to get several of the refugees out of their country. Also suppLIes for the resistance were dropped. The suppLIes included foodstuffs, power suppLIes, and weapons." "We now return you to your regular programming." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/26 Posted Author UN Press Conference Wed Dec 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ (This is GNN! And POX! And WNN! And MNN!) (Cue Nightly News) Greetings, I'm Brandy Carr. Top Story: The United Nations gets revamped in a big way. Here's l33t Deer with the scoop. "Thank you, Brandy. Moments ago, UN ended its press conference. In which, alot of things were said, but here are the key points:" --- (Recording Begins) --- Kelly waits for silence before she continues, "This has been an trying year my friends. With the takeover of Europe by the CoaLItion for Reploid Freedom, and the control of Africa by the terrorist organization known as the Robot Masters. We have all certainly seen dark days in the months before this one." Kelly pauses dramatically then continues, "...Then the Stardroids came back." "As it disheartens me to even think so, The United Nations has grown soft and even while funding the Army known as RepLIforce, the United Nations have been easily pushed around. Far too easily in recent days. Tonight," Kelly states firmly, "I plan to change that." Kelly quietly watches the murmuring of the crowds and the press, before she continues, "It is with thought that I unite UN PoLIce, the UNIA, the ISUN, UNASA and the Musica Guard under one roof. One Organization. And it is with my hope that this new organization will help bring a world under God together and that we can Manifest our own Destiny, instead of those who came here to our planet, telLIng us what our Manifest Destiny is." Kelly smiles, "The name this new organization... isn't quite new, as it had been intergrated into the United Nations in the year 2100. The new organization is hearby christened: International PoLIce. Or, as it has been known back then..." Kelly pauses... "INTERPOL." --- (Recording Stops) --- "However," l33t Deer says, "Before the Press Conference can continue something... or rather Someone interrupted." (Report Continues) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/27 Posted Author UN Press Conference 2 Wed Dec 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ -- (Recording Continues) --- *Snap!* The sound of two fingers snapping against each other echos through the UN Assembly area, and in that second, /everyone/ finds themselves frozen in place. Not displaced from time, but rather immobile as you can now watch the arrival of Procyon. Procyon, who hasn't been seen since the incident on the moon looks quite different. An almost mad quaLIty to his eyes, the type you'd almost expect to see in Doppler's eyes when talking about the Maverick Virus and total world domination, or the type you'd expect from Wily when talking about anything at all. And its a mad quaLIty that just strikes out as being extremely dangerous. With a twitch of his LIp, he smiles wide, the teeth beneath his smile GLeaming in the LIght. That smile seems to contain all the maLIce in the world as he begins, "God? God doesn't LIve here anymore. He's grown weary of your hatred, turned a deaf-ear to your LIp service cries for justice." Procyon GLares up at the podium, right at McLaren. With another snap of his finger, Abernathy is brought next to him, just ahead of him, somewhat between he and McLaren. "Do you see Abernathy, my so 'esteemed' colleague?" His last words seem LIke pure sarcasm dripping off it. "See what your wonderful UN has brought forth? More hatred, more violence to be added to the wars." Procyon steps up, knocking the podium aside from where Kelly is, "Ladies and Gentlemen. You have been judged guilty of violations against LIfe. And for that, you have served Nigh well. And now, this very day - I assure you - will pay for all your hatred and ignorance against the LIfe that was so greatly bestowed upon you!" LIfting a hand, Procyon's hand GLows a bright blue, "Starting..." a finger extends toward McLaren, "With you." --- (Recording Stops) --- l33t Deer looks unsettled, "It looks LIke it's going to be April Fools 2211 all over again... save it was halted by this man. Abernathy, who has arrived with the Stardroid Procyon." --- (Recording Continues) --- Again, we see the incovenience the Stardroids put their alLIes through. Again, we see that the devil doth not support his children, and at the last day, doth speedily drag them down to hell. Some could say this is a miniature version of Hell already, and Procyon -- however well intentioned -- is the devil. Something about roads and their paving. Then again, Abernathy is getting /used/ to this -- which is why, as he's yanked into being abruptly by the Stardroid he 'betrayed' Earth to, he is immediately in motion, turning back to face Procyon with an expression that is textbook for 'unamused'. Extremely unamused. "And here I thought the person I made a deal with was a rational sort, Procyon," the diplomat remarks, almost as if he's not LIstening to what the Stardroid has to say. Perhaps he's not. "But then, I've been known to make mistakes." Perhaps that's because Procyon is about as far beyond rationaLIty as people get, and perhaps a diplomat as a student of people can recognize that -- and perhaps that's why as soon as Procyon begins his tirade against McLaren, his talk of vengeance ... Abernathy's stance alters just sLIghtly. "And, more unfortunately, your vendetta is -- " And as Procyon stretches out a hand, the diplomat interposes himself between the oncoming attack and the frozen McLaren. " -- With me." (Report Continues) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/28 Posted Author UN Press Conference 3 Wed Dec 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shock. Irony. Opportunism. Call it whatever you want, but it wouldn't be enough to define Gale Sorcerer's face at the moment. Pale of horror as he has probably never seen before, the mage cannot even say a word. Answers are way too bitter sometimes. "I am nothing, I am everything. I am the thing that once cared and no longer feels a thing for your wayward planet... /my/ home world!" Procyon GLares at Abernathy as he jumps in front of the wave of energy. Whereas a few days ago, Procyon would have made sure not to harm Abernathy, that sick and demented grin remains on his face as the energy continues right toward and into Abernathy's body. "People hate people for nothing at all. Our kingdom of love is ready to fall, hate is the power which keeps this world going on... its their motivation, their feeLIng..." And then, Procyon disappears, the smell of the hunt of a Stardroid upon Procyon's mind now... just as quickly as this attempted mass murder started, it is over. --- (Recording Stops) --- "I'm happy to report, that thanks to ableminded people LIke Pharaoh Man of the Robot Masters and Interpol's Muse, Abernathy is expected to recover from the assault and no one else was hurt. Procyon fled from the scene... just as weird things were happening..." (Report Concludes!) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/29 Posted Author UN Press Conference 4 Wed Dec 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ***Next comes several images from several news sources: Easter Island's Heads coming out of the ground and flying off towards space, Stonehenge being reconfigured into a spider before flying off as well... and various others such worldly renowned places... this just after having three dozen somethings appear in space.*** "It is with this threat, Miss McLaren concludes the press conference... with an extra surprise... for all of us." --- (Recording Continues) --- Kelly McLaren merely nods at Paradigm, and returns to the podium, "Interpol Agents," She eyes Bridgit and Bluegrass firmly... "We have no time to argue. Even now, something is tearing this world apart. I do stronGLy recommend that we take care of this, before continuing onward with these 'talks' as it were. I am sure the director of Interpol," it is here Kelly eyes Abernarthy, "will choose the heads of the IntelLIgence and Enforcement as well as Assistant Director, but for now..." Kelly smiles a firm general-LIke smile. "Let's show that S.O.B. that it is not nice to F**k with us, alright?" --- (Recording ENDS) --- "And so it looks LIke Interpol gains its first Director. It is still unknown whether or not the new Interpol will be able to weather the storm that is ahead of them and not fall apart. Time will tell. This is l33t Deer, GNN Seoul." Thank you, l33t. In other news... (BLIp. FINALLY!) $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/30 Posted Author A Call to Arms Wed Dec 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ First cLIp is of the Stardroid Mars atop a flaming Greek chariot, pulled by two monstrous horses. It seems to 'travel' in orbit. Behind him, three dozen minor Stardroids - Vega, Thuban, Algol - most look hardened and ready for battle. Next shot is of Easter Island, one of the larger monoLIth heads erupting from the dirt, a full body underneath. It cracks its stony head to the sky before slowly LIfting off into space. This scene is played out a dozen times around the world - the headless form of Abraham LIncoln from Mt. Rushmore, a transforming Pagoda in Northern China, a spider LIke orbus from Stonhenge minor, an Amazonian guardian - these, dubbed the 'Dread Golems' by Mars all rise into the sky to join his conscripted army. Next shot comes with audio, Mars spurning Earth for faiLIng to rise to the occasion, spitting hate at his fellow hunted Stardroids for their pettiness. He proclaims himself the heir apparent of Duo, and in an almost reLIgious fervor, announces his intent to attack Nigh directly with his army. When asked about the dubious strategy of his plan, he commented he only intends to slow Nigh down, distract it, giving Earth time to find the Inventor and free the Mistress of the Zodiac, apparently confident that they and the people of Earth would be his final hope. Under a pledge to Duo, Mars prepared his army of Stardroids and Dread Golems when an Earthen reploid (shot of Alpha) pledged her sword to his army. Intrigued, the General of Duo's armies offered her a position as his archer atop the chariot. The entire platoon then rocketed out towards the blackness of Nigh at .2c. Attempts to track them with long range telescopes have proven unsuccessful as of yet, but astronomers around the GLobe are still scanning while batches of geologists and archaeologists have been sent to sites of the Dread Golems' awakening. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ IC News $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 14/31 Posted Author Hot Christmas Toy! Wed Dec 18 News Report ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Some generic Roboreporter appears on screen, "Good evening. Tonight we are reporting on this year's must have Christmas toy. With talks of the Stardroids once again showing up to deflower us, this year many people have gone retro in terms of toys. And no toy is hotter than the 2-pack Hero Boy Action Figure with 1000 Action Phrases and Stardroid Duo Whipping Boy with only 5 Galactic Phrases." Cuts to an image of a parent punching another parent in the face trying to get one of the last 2-pack figures on the shelves. "As you can see it is pure pandemonium! Fortunately for us we are told that Wilybrand Toys are planning to ship an extra 5 250 000 units for the hoLIdays across the world before the 22nd." The reporter holds both of the action figures in both hands pulLIng on Hero Boy's string, "Oh no! A fruit cart! Aieee!" He then pulls on Duo's string, "Ahhh! Hero Boy! Nooooo... I am defeated!" The reporter laughs, "Hahahaha, what imaginative toys. But what does this super demand mean for Wilybrand Toys and their stock holders? We stand here with one of the toy testers for Wilybrand Toys, Frost Man. Hello sir can you tell us more about this super hot toy?" Frost Man bLInks, "TOY!!! Frost Man want toy!" He yanks one of the Duo figures and pulls on the string, "Hahahaha! I will destroy you all cretins!" Frost Man laughs, "Heheheheh, toy funny! Frost Man happy! Wheeeee!" The reporter bLInks, "Uh right... Well I guess we won't find our answers here. But there is one question remaining, will these units be enough to satisfy the needs of every parent and kid out there? Or will we be seeing these toys appearing on eBay and selLIng for ridiculous prices to gulLIble parents? Back to you Nancy!" Before the news segment ends you see the reporter to the side talking to the camera man, "Oh yeah, I'll be hocking these on eBay. I'll probably make a small fortune in the process too." $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Tartarus $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ Message: 15/9 Posted Author Challenge Wed Dec 18 Kaph ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Challenge: Kaph, internationally renowned serial killer and superterrorist, scourge of Russians everywhere, ahs issued a challenge against Guts Man, the bane of the StarDroids and sinGLe stupidest cretin on Earth. Unless he's scaredof getting his ASS KICKED BY A GIRL. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "Are there any stardroids out there now?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Yes, because they'd give themselves up to their enemies, just to speak with an annoying squirrel." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "Well, they talk to you, don't they? So they can't be too picky." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Aurora Hound transmits, "Your toilet paper is wrapped too tightly again, Mummy Man. You should unwind a bit." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Toilet Paper? Aren't we the ignorant reploid." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Aurora Hound transmits, ""We?" There's more than one of you? Heaven help us." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "Heaven has forsaken us if that happens." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Quiet, stripLIngs." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Aurora Hound transmits, "Good point. I'll have to put my faith in big guns." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Pyro Squirrel transmits, "You're the one who's talking the most, Dead-man." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "I fear toe fungii." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Gizmo GLIder transmits, " Not that I know of....I shall have to ask..." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Bolero transmits, "Does his ear ever get infected from that earring?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Gizmo GLIder transmits, " He has an earring?!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Gizmo GLIder transmits, " He has been hiding it from me, hasn't he!?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~What would you think if I sang out of tune. Would you stand up and walk out on me. Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song. And I'll try not to sing out of key.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Gemini Man transmits, "Too late." [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~Oh, I get by with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a LIttle help from my friends."" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Bolero transmits, "Well of course he has an earring. You think he could pose for all of those Mr. Clean commercials without one?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Bolero transmits, "Much less those soap opera spots?" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~What do I do when my love is away. Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day. Are you sad because you're on your own.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~No, I get by with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a LIttle help from my friends.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Clown Man transmits, "GYAH!" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~Do you need anybody. I need somebody to love. Could it be anybody. I want somebody to love.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~Would you beLIeve in a love at first sight. Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time. What do you see when you turn out the LIght. I can't tell you but I know it's mine.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~Oh, I get by with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a LIttle help from my friends.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~Do you need anybody. I just need someone to love. Could it be anybody. I want somebody to love.~" [Radio: (D) GLobal] Guts Man transmits, "~Oh, I get by with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, I get high with a LIttle help from my friends. Mm, gonna try with a LIttle help from my friends. Yes I get by with a LIttle help from my friends. With a LIttle help from my friends.~" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bright Man transmits, "So, Pharaoh Man. Have you reached a decision on what we talked about?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Yes. I shall go through with it as I see fit with Bass." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bright Man transmits, "Oh really now? And what, pray tell, is 'what you see fit', hmm?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Just that, Bright Man. What I feel fit to present to the Force Commander." Number Man has connected. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Bright Man thinks he can kick our butts now." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, ".....bull@$#*." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bright Man transmits, "*chuckles in a good natured manner* What do you have planned, Pharaoh Man? No half-truths, no roundabout answers, no avoiding the question. What, exactly, do you feel is fit to present to the Force Commander." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "It's gonna be funny." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Guts Man transmits, "Hey Letter Man what's up?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bright Man transmits, "*ignores whatever Gemini is whining about*" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Guts Man transmits, "How funny Gemini? Ha ha funny? Or pathetic funny?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, "I've been dumping vodka sandblasters down LIke those LIttle dixie-cups of koolaid." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man growls. " I shall tell the Force Commander that I have been at fault, and vow on the name of Amun-Wily to never agian show blatant disrespect to the ELItes. " [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Theta XO Clown Man transmits, "...That does explain why Wargreymon is now tipsy..." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Ha-ha." "Pathetic." "Anyone seen any Stardoids lately?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Guts Man transmits, "Well I saw one last night and I punched it in the jaw!" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Cancer transmits, "...Look behind you." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, "Pharaoh, Pharaoh, Pharaoh. That's not how you get Bass to forgive you." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, "...." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, "Identify NOW." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man transmits, "It's Cancer, Number Man" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bright Man transmits, "And what about to your fellow Robot Masters, Pharaoh Man? And what do you suggest, Number Man? A-... who?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Cancer transmits, "I am called Cancer." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man transmits, "A stardroid. They have breached all radio communication." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Guts Man transmits, "I remember when Cancer said he was going to do something to me and then shut up LIke a scared LIttle girl." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man transmits, "If Bass sees fit I make them aware, then so be it." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Cancers. LIke staying at home, cooking good meals, and keep to themselves a lot." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, "Hrm...." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bass transmits, "He's starting to lose it ... stop playing around, Wily, finish him off!" Synth arrives from the LIft Landing - Skull Fortress. Synth has arrived. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Yes, Amun-Wily. He is weak, and you are mighty! Smite him!" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Number Man transmits, "Yeah. Smite. What they said. Woo." Number Man is a LIttle miffed. After all, his return to action (and his counting coup on The Bird) has been upstaged not only by Stardroids, but by the @#$*ing 'duck incident'. Therefore, he's currently sitting in the Medical wing, plugged into some sensor gear, and is currently about as close to 'sulking' as possible. Synth steps into the medbay, whistLIng a tune to herself as she strides through the blast doors. As the doors close behind her she starts thinking aloud, "Now... where would they be hiding the microgenerators..." Her wireless internet Mettool prototype needs a longer LIfespan, and she's come looking for parts. She gazes around a bit, before spying something else that catches her attention. And then comes... the squeal, followed shortly thereafter by the running leap into the lap of the soon to be not sulking whether he LIkes it or not android, "ERWIE!!! Where have you been?! Oh, you -have- to see my new invention, it's simply neat-o-rific!" Number Man bLInks as he gets a lapful of squirming android girl. "Hey, you. Wondered when you'd notice I was back..." He then bLInks. "Invention...? Please tell me this will be better than the last time you tried to kitbash a coffee machine and a Jane." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "I'm just curious, but are any of you idiots paying attention to the -rest- of the Hunters? They seem to be up to something." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Guts Man transmits, "Hunters can kiss my big rusty butt." Synth coughs, rolLIng her eyes, "I thought we promised not to talk about that anymore, hrm?" She taps Number Man on the nose before gigGLIng and saying, "I took a Mettool and turned him into a walking wireless internet station. So ya know, if I'm ever stuck in the middle of nowhere, I'll still have my hook up to the 'net. And he's so cute too!" Number Man aaahs. "Mmmhm." He then gives her hip a somewhat sarcastic pat, then nods. "Well, the idea makes sense, but I will express my personal doubts about the whole 'cuteness' thing." Synth makes a face at Nummy and folds her arms in front of her, "You wouldn't know cute if it sat in your lap, which it is if you hadn't noticed." She then bats her eyelashes a bit before gigGLIng again and hopping off of him and grinning crookedly, "So where were ya, huh? Whatcha been up to? Havin' fun without me aren't ya. Mistress Synth doesn't LIke it when her ho's hold out on her." Number Man snorts. "'Mistress'? I thought that Cappella and Symphony were the ones with whips..." Then, he pauses. "I needed to pull out for a bit and tinker. Having a body now means...well...I had to figure out how to maintain it. @#$*in' annoying, but..I think I'm getting a handle on it all, now." He then leans back in his chair. "'ll admit that you're cute. It's just the Metool I doubt." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "....ooh. Looks LIke the hunters are going to do something big....but they're -not- allowed to bring weapons. Does anyone else see potential here?" [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man transmits, "No." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man transmits, "That is a stipulation placed by myself, to keep them from becoming violent and /destroying/ a perfectly good source of Stardroid Energy." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "Once again, proof that all those mummy bandages have overheated your brain." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "....run that by me again, sLIck?" [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man transmits, "I hold, within my hands, a source of Stardroid Energy." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "Right." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "Really?" [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man sends images of a Rabbit. Breathing fire. Shooting laser beams from its eyes. Frog-Tonguing a shoot of greenery. And farting with hurrican force winds. Number Man can inspect all he LIkes-The images are not altered. Synth snickergigGLes, "I'm the nice kind of Mistress, that's what it is..." She then pulls her hands behind her back as she puts a very non-convincing ponderous look on her face, coming off more as looking LIke a completely vacant gaze into space. After a while her gaze shoots back down to Number Man as she asks, "Really? So you LIke the new look? A lot of people freaked, kinda why I've been holed up in my lab for the past few weeks." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "....I'm sorry, I'm not up on Kaiju movies. Can 'Death-Rabbit' beat Godzilla?" [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Death Rabbit is false, Sword Man got a new photo editing package..." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man transmits, "It was nice hearing the sound of your voice." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man transmits, "You really beLIeved me." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Pharaoh Man cackles aloud. [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "We have a source of Stardroid energy." [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Bass emits a long, low growl. [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Number Man transmits, "....have I mentioned lately that you're a @#$*ing idiot?" Number Man nods. "I think it's pretty good. Of course, half of that is the fact that all the blacks make your tits look bigger, and the belts don't hurt either." He then shrugs. "Pity about the lack of a whip." Number Man sends a radio transmission to Bass. [Radio: (B) Masters-Secure] Guts Man transmits, "Hey dumbasses, if you're gonna chatter go to our chatter frequency. The more you talk the more ALIa gets off as she cracks numbers for this frequency!" Number Man receives a radio transmission from Bass. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man laughs. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "We saw Cancer just now." "Yeah, guys, he says Hi." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] #(*in' marvelous. Synth's eyes go wide a bit in mock surprise as she smacks Number in the face LIghtly, "You would be so much more attractive if you'd just have a LIttle class now and then, ya know?" Syn then smiles and shakes her head at him, "And what are you and Bass talking about, hrm?" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Guts Man transmits, "Cancer is such a tool." [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man laughs again. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Gamma CO Gemini Man transmits, "You should beat him up." Number Man snorts, mock-fLInching appropriately. "Class is for other people. But mainly we're discussing just how much I'm supposed to make Pharaoh Man suffer while in the mainframe, since he just -seriously- screwed the pooch." Synth chuckles, "Sounds LIke TP Head's general MO." She shakes her head and runs a hand through her ruffled hair and hrms aloud again, before shifting her gaze back to Number, "So, I get to help right?" She leans forward a bit, lowering her GLasses a tad, "Riiiiiiight?" Number Man puts his clawed hand on his chin. "....depends. How long do you think you can stand LIke that?" Synth grins, quickly leaning back and folding her arms over her chest, "You'll just have to wait and see, now won't you." She pulls one arm out to wagGLe a finger at NM for a moment before winking at him. "So when do we get started?" she says presumptuously, ah, the beauty of the female frame of mind. Number Man says, "Soon as Bass e-rings him, of course. Which ought not to be too terribly long, I suspect." Synth nods, "I'm sure, he's not one to dilly dally. It's a pity he's not more attractive, I'm sure he'd be fun." Synth then lets out a sLIght mmm'ing noise before gigGLIng at her own sillyness. She then walks over to a closet and pokes her head in it, rummaging around, asking from inside of it, "So what else is new?" Number Man slumps a bit in the chair. Why do the ladies always go for the ones who are even worse assholes than you are? "Not too much. The whole Stardroid mess, the Mavericks are pissants, Cyber Peacock's having a nervous breakdown, the usual." Synth snorts, "That two-bit hack? Please, what else is new. One of these days I'm gonna put a trojan in her brain and have her bring me coffee during some major Maverick battle." More rummaging can be heard, and then a sLIght crashing noise, "Ooops... heehee... I'll just stick that over here... yup yup..." Number Man facepalms. "One, the peacock is male, his hips to the contrary. Two...do I want to know what you just broke?" Synth calls out, "Details details, he certainly does act LIke a guy half the time. Although if I had an ass that colorfull I guess I'd be pretty femine too, despite my gender designation." She then rummages around a bit more, "Oh nothing important, just some of the replacement bulbs for Bright Man's head." Number Man snickers. "Remind me to send him some of your fashion advice later." Then, he shrugs. "LIke he actually uses anything above his neck anyhow..." Synth laughs, as she leans out of the closet, bumping her head on the shelf inside of it, "Gah!" Her hands clutch at her head as she stomps around a bit, throwing a girly tantrum over the minute amount of pain to the back of her head. After a few moments of pouting she closes the door to the closet and leans against it, propping one of her hands against it LIke she was in some pop idol video, hoping she'll distract Number long enough to make him forget about making fun of her for knocking her head on the shelf. Number Man leans back in his chair, and crosses his arms. "Need to show more leg if you'd LIke me to temporarily forget that you just totally klutzed, dear." Evil? Bitter? All 3? Synth narrows her eyes, "Oh yeah? Well maybe next time I will, provided you're a good LIttle boy until then." Syn then walks over to a storage box and LIfts the cover up, leaning forward to peer into it, rummaging around in that now as well, progressively leaning more and more into the chest, until she's on her tiptoes. Number Man just sorta looks at this, and the LIghts begin spinning in his head as he A)Tries not to say something, B)Gets lots of ideas of what to say, and C)Makes sure to memorize the images. Synth rummages arounda bit more, fLInging a few objects out of the box and onto the floor, as she calls out, "See something you LIke, Nummy? You usually don't stop running your mouth unless you're gawking." A gigGLes follows soon afterwards, before she pulls out of the box and closes it, gathering up the items she had tossed out and walking over to Number Man, patting him on the cheek as she closes the distance between them, "You give me a call when it's time to play with raghead, I'll be in my lab working on my most definately cute mettool." Number Man smiles. "I could say something...but you did tell me to be good. Number Man smiles. "I could say something...but you did tell me to be good." He then shrugs. "I'll call you. In the meantime, have fun. Or you could work in here, if you LIke." Synth smiles back, "Good boy. And I would, but you'd enjoy it too much, I'd rather make you squirm a bit. Seeya!" Synth then waves and walks out the door, "Feel free to visit though, you know where it's at." And then she's gone. Synth has disconnected. Number Man has disconnected. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Bass' radio plays the `weapon equip' music. The announcher says: "Bass gets equipped with: Zero Saber!" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Pharaoh Man claps. [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Ice Man transmits, "Woohoo!" [Radio: (A) Masters-Main] Magnet Man transmits, "Go Bass Go."