Connecting to megamanmush.com(64.246.46.192) [Radio] Transmission detected: ... dear Teisel is that a request ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Uh... ... hadn't really thought ... ... Neither ... suppose. ... ... wouldn't do ... ... if I ... ... And I'm not so ... ... to demand ... ... ... Stardroid (at,...) least not without some ... ... ... .,...) [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... your chance was ... ... day. ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ...awwww. [Radio: (C) None] Wild Card transmits, "Anyone wanna play cards?" [Radio: (C) None] Wild Card can be heard shuffLIng a deck in the background. [Radio: (C) None] Teisel Bonne transmits, "Now I'm in a bad mood. Bah! Stardroids, their high-and-mighty acts." [Radio: (D) None] Phoenixflame XO Bowie transmits, "Attention RepLIforce. Ah've got Miss Iris. Do not, Ah repeat, do /not/ go showin up here until Ah say so. This is sticky enough without any help." [Radio] Transmission detected: ... anyone ... Iris? [Radio: (D) None] Commander Jet Stingray sounds rather annoyed. "Stupid Stardroid toy... Hope you sink to the bottom of that really big trench in the ocean. Now, what's this about Iris? She in trouble? [Radio] Transmission detected: Prismatic Spider reporting ... for duty! [Radio] Transmission detected: ... anyone ... Iris? [Radio: (D) None] Phoenixflame XO Bowie transmits, "Yep. But the situation is in hand." Perimeter North - MavBerLIn(#5129Rnt) The northern gate of MavBerLIn is much LIke the others. The Maverick presence here is not as great as the west gate, but it can still be felt. You know that every step you take is most LIkely being monitored by someone, but thats to be expected. The streets here are a LIttle busier as you seem to be nearing a commercial zone, as well as the local teleporter stations. Most reploids seem to be going about their business as usual, though some seem a LIttle nervous with the Maverick occupation. The main steet continues to the next gate on the perimeter, while branching off towards the previously mentioned areas. Contents: Contents: Neon Tiger [Standard] [M] South : Business District - MavBerLIn Teleporters : Teleporters - MavBerLIn Southeast : Perimeter East - MavBerLIn Southwest : Perimeter West - MavBerLIn [Radio: (D) None] Commander Jet Stingray transmits, "Define 'in hand', dude." [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... noises* ... appears she is ... ... Texas. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... [Radio] Transmission detected: I ... get ... to ... ... ... [Radio: (C) None] --- It's time for your daily Cancer Alarm Report -- Today's is MavBerLIn day on Cancer's World Tour! --- Cyclops arrives from the Teleporters - MavBerLIn. Cyclops has arrived. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... on ... way ... Texas. [Radio: (C) None] Pharaoh Man transmits, "Oh, this should be fun to watch..." [Radio] Transmission detected: ... if ... LIttle ... report is anything to ... ... ... now have a Stadroid ... BerLIn. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... was ... there yesterday nothin' new. Just on the outskirts of the MavBerLIn's perimeter, there is a red flash of LIght... and then... a Crabdroid walking towards the perimeter... [Radio: (D) None] Phoenixflame XO Bowie transmits, "Ah'm gettin her down. Trust me. Ah'm shuttin this off, don't need distractions. *cLIck*" Neon Tiger is perched upon the wall, near one of the primary gates into BerLIn. The fluorescing feLInoid looks attentive, but bored with her task. No small surprise, considering the things she's used to doing. There's a normal bright flash from the teleporters, and seconds later the form of Cyclops appears, looking around cautiously. Luckily already been near the teleporters in Mav HQ, and having heard the LIttle 'Cancer report' over the GLobal radio, he's arrived here quickly to investigate... Cancer looms over Neon and just taps her on the shoulder. "I am looking for information on this... 'Oktoberfest' thing..." Wild Card arrives from the Teleporters - MavBerLIn. Wild Card has arrived. Neon Tiger, while not expecting any shoulder tapping, doesn't show her surprise. Much. Except maybe an interrupted tailswish, which resumes after a few seconds. "What are you talking about?" she growls at the unknown figure. "Unless you refer to a specific human custom." Cyclops just begins to walk away from the teleporters, wondering where to begin his search for this Stardroid. Perhaps where there's some screaming and running around... Stroking his chin, he begins to give this area a bit of a look around... And with a flash of LIght from the directions of the teleporters, Wild Card stumbles out, still buckLIng on his holsters. Looks LIke he was in a bit of a hurry to not miss any action. He stumbles past Cyclops, then stops to look around and see just what the hell is going on. Cancer nods. "Something LIke a human custom, indeed." Pharaoh Man arrives from the Teleporters - MavBerLIn. Pharaoh Man has arrived. Neon Tiger snorts at the unknown being. "You do know what my aLIgnment is, correct? Humans destroy everything they touch, from nature to their creations to themselves," the Maverick feLInoid repLIes. "I could not care less what these humans have for customs. Speak to one that knows of these pitiful organics, or visit a LIbrary." Cyclops takes notice of Wild Card, but doesn't say anything to his fellow Maverick. Finishing off the chin stroking, Cyclops begins to walk in the direction of the primary gates, strangely getting the urge to look over there... Wild Card follows after Cylcops, figuring that it's a lot easier to take the GLory from someone else than find it on your own. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... *yawn* Hola compadres... Com`o ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Hello ... ... ... things? ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: *faint ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... Or ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... Iris? Guapa? Cancer nods. "I know your factional alLIgence, Neon Tiger of the Maverick Empire. Let I do not know why you do not wish to study your...enemies' past. Those who learn from history, are not doomed to repeat it. [Radio] Transmission detected: A ... ... ... movie ... ... then ... ... Maverick verison ... ... ... ... I ... ... ... rid ... it. ... in ... ocean ... now I'd ... Hmm ... ... ... ... ... checking ... ... scene down there... I ... ... ... didn't ... some reason. I ... I ... ... it ... ... ... someone else want ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... is ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... I beLIeve ... ... asked ... speak con Usted Jet. [Radio] Transmission detected: If I see ... ... I'll make sure he ... she gets back to ... ... Unless ... ... latin ... me or something. "KilLIng of each other, enslaving each other. Human history is doomed to repeat itself," the easily visible luminescent tiger retorts. "Multiple world wars, concentration camps, testing of biological warfare on their own troops. Tell me what is so different about that." [Radio] Transmission detected: ... for ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ; sighs. "Fine... Where do you ... ... talk then?" [Radio] Transmission detected: Your call ... Cyclops just continues to head in the direction of the main gates, weaving in and out of crowds moving in and out of them. And thanks to these crowds, it's taking him some time to get over to the gates... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... land. Wild Card idly follows behind Cyclops, he's bound to come across somethiing interesting sooner or later. Cancer hrms thoughtfully, as he clanks his claws. "Tell me. Wouldn't you do the same? You think the world of Reploid Superiority, but in the end, you sooner destroy your own... people... instead of reasoning with them, trying to change their views. Sounds simiLIar to this planet own humanity's previous activities, don't you think so?" [Radio] Transmission detected: *electrical crackLIng followed ... a faint voice* ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... voice*... Guapa? [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... right ... [Radio: (D) None] Phoenixflame XO Bowie's radio cLIcks back on. "Miss Iris is safe, but could use a medic. Anyone in RF who can do a pickup in Houston, Texas?" [Radio] Transmission detected: Mmh...I'm ... I ... hear anything on ... ... ... ... LIttle bit ... by an ... accident but I'm okay except for ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Fusion? You ... ... Or ... ... Somewhere on the MUSH, General has connected. [Radio] Transmission detected: I've ... a ... ... ... at the moment... [Radio] Transmission detected: Take ... of that ... Por favor. [Radio: (D) None] RF MSE Prismatic Spider transmits, "I'm on my way." Neon Tiger fLIcks her tail once. "I wouldn't know. I am but a warrior among warriors, leaving the strategies to my emperor and general. There will always be disagreements, but when one is shot point-blank in the chest, we can be rebuilt." Cyclops finally reaches the main gates, and looks around, his red eye flashing... And then his one-eyed gaze falls upon the walls, and he spots Neon Tiger sitting upon one, Cancer right next to the other Maverick. Slowly, he begins to approach... Wild Card looks at what Cyclops is looking at, and mutters, "Not ANOTHER one..." before following suit in the moving thingie. You say, "Unless you deLIbrately blown them up, Neon Tiger, thus leaving nothing but wreckage in your wake." He leans in closer. "Nothing but Broken Ideals, Broken Homes, and the one thing your Empire is most famous for..." DemoLIshed Dreams." This is Sky Eyeball, reporting for GNN-New York, and we've got a Stardroid sighting near old RepLIforce Island. Witnesses describe a crabLIke being 'drawing' itself into existence on the beach, and causing a panic. We've been ordered by the NYPD to stay away from the beach while heavier firepower is called on, and we're not getting closer, given what happened to Camera Camarasaurus last week in Casablanca. Camera Camarasaurus appears briefly, in a pop-up from the main screen, being held down by psychiatrists. "Cybertron and all its moons belong to me!" [Radio] Transmission detected: Who's on ... way? [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: :meeps! ... ... ... ... ... help! ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... I'll ... ... ... story from ... shortly. "And if the road to the mountaintop was paved smooth by a caring hand, what challenge is there in that? I prefer to carve my claws into the rockface and suffer through trials and tribulations. That is what it is meant to be a warrior; to have challenges every step of the way to better oneself," Neon Tiger answers as she hops down from the wall's edge and lands LIghtly on her feet. "And the phoenix will rise from the ashes. From a warrior, that is as as much philosophy as you'll ever get." Cyclops quickly walks over to Neon, not talking to her but more looking over at the Stardroid, not saying a word, just looking the crab LIke being over. Wild Card sees a giant crab. "Where's a truck of butter when ya' need it..." [Radio] Transmission detected: Scorpio is really ... ... might add. [Radio] Transmission detected: No shit I ... that ... ... ... ... [Radio: (C) None] Launch Pods transmits, "Data Entry. Strange Energy *chhhzt* planet *chzzzzzzzzzzzzt*" [Radio: (C) None] Patchup Panda transmits, "...wha?" [Radio] Transmission detected: ... sounds ... ... ... ... Heading out to see ... Scorp. ... other 'forcer ... scene?" [Radio] Transmission detected: ... No. Escorting Iris back ... MSE London for ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... staying ... ... ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... I never got any status updates ... me ... ... ... was ... Pharaoh Man has left. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... just got ... today. I'll move my ... over to London." Cancer turns around and watches as Cyclops and Wild Card arrives... He then faces Neon, "As does the phoenix rises, it does know that a strong does of icy winds will blow itself out. I would suggest you do not tempt the icy winds... as they will harm you...and the phoenix will die." Cancer closes his eyes, "But fear it not. Providence is near. Perfection will shield the Phoenix and it keep its fires burning... Soon..." The crab fades out of existence... and two words is scarved on a nearby wall: "...Very Soon..." [Radio] Transmission detected: It is ... ... The ... thing ... ... final repairs is the ... repair ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Ah excellent. ... ... be repaired ... MSE London then ... ... ... operations ... ... MSE AustraLIa. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... nice... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... to talk to ... ... guy too. [Radio] Transmission detected: Just try not ... yourself ... [Radio] Transmission detected: I ... try. ... doesn't help. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... be ... there ... Barrage. I ... ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... You ... the talking ... ... the shooting. [Radio] Transmission detected: Er if ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... Neon Tiger snorts again as she stalks down the streets of BerLIn to another place to guard. Apparently she doesn't take much interest in the visitations of otherworldly beings at odd hours or in odd locations. She's a warrior, with few cares or concerns in her world. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... would ... bad. [Radio] Transmission detected: That's what ... ... ... Cancer showed up ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Yes. ... ... ... I remember ... ... YOU too. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... At that ... Medical Bay - RHQ London(#4956Rnt) If there's one place that could be named alone as the place that keeps the RepLIforce running, the medical bay would not fall beyond the top three. Here is where the RepLIforce is kept active, kept aLIve, kept running, through the variety of repair chambers for all shapes and sizes through to the medical tables for repairs, modifications and what have you. There are also stasis cells and de-contamination areas at the rear of the large medical bay. Contents: Contents: Bolero [Beach] [RF] Prismatic Spider [RF] Patchup Panda [RF] Mortar Dodo Pallbearer's Office and Quarters Repair Chamber South : Second Sub-Level Hallway - RHQ London [Radio] Transmission detected: ... got lucky ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: If Scorpio ... ... immediately. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... fine. [Radio] Transmission detected: Unless ... sees ... otherwise ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Jet ... ... ... ... no? Patchup Panda is sitting on a table...well, not just sitting, he's pulLIng a few things out of his toolkit and setting them on the table. And he's moving quite fast as well - one minute his paws're out, and then they're out again - but something else is out! Oooooh. Prismatic Spider enters, Iris being brought in behind him. She is safely tucked away in a quiet corner, out of the way and nicely secluded and quiet so she can rest while she is repaired. Meanwhile, the Spider Scientist approaches Patchup. "Hey, Patchup. I still have some leftovers in the fridge if you want them." There is a brief silence in the more shadowy areas of RFHQ London... until clanking is heard. For those who were in AustraLIa, it's famiLIar clanking... then out of the shadows comes... CANCER. "..." is all he says. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... well ... ... ... with a hot ... No. Patchup Panda bLInks, looking up. "Wha? Lef-oh!" He shakes his head. "Nah, 'sokay. Sorry about leaving last night, I remembered I had an errand...but the good news is that I got all the cheap drugs." He smiles innocently, before starting to go back to his tool-stuff. Then he looks back up, and bLInks again. "Wha?" he asks quizzically, upon noticing the rather large...crab. [Radio: (C) None] --- Intruder Alert! RFHQ London -- Medical Bay *image: It's Krabby! I mean Cancer* --- Bolero is in here, perched upon one of the medtables. "So, is this where I get the flu shot?" he inquires with an evil smirk. It's about this point that there is a clanking. "... Madre mia." is all he emits, as subspace and reaLIty converge, bringing in the reinforcements. "What do you want, Cangrejo DiaboLIco?" he snorts out, violet optics GLowing bright... Yes folks, Wreck Brahma's in da HIZZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUSE! ... Wait, wrong script... Damn rap music. [Radio: (C) None] Wild Card transmits, "Again? He was just in BerLIn." [Radio] Transmission detected: Nunca ... ... it pours. [Radio: (C) None] Eidolon transmits, "Wonderful! My radio system apparently works. Hallo? Hallo?" [Radio: (C) None] Patchup Panda transmits, "Hallo!" Prismatic Spider idly chats, GLancing about as he does so. Medic, medic, table, console, Cancer, console, table... Wait. CANCER? He turns to the Stardroid and winces. Seriously. "Cancer... What do you want?" [Radio] Transmission detected: Crap crap ... [Radio] Transmission detected: Which ... do ... ... ... me ... [Radio: (C) None] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Hello Eidolon." [Radio] Transmission detected: Stay ... ... ... *Worridly* [Radio] Transmission detected: ... question. [Radio: (C) None] Eidolon transmits, "Wonderful! Wonderful! How are you two fellows doing? Quite nice I hope." [Radio] Transmission detected: Help ... [Radio: (C) None] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Ask me in a minute ot two. We're having Close Encounters of the Stardroid Kind right now." [Radio: (C) None] Patchup Panda transmits, "What he said." [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... ... a ... ... ... Cancer merely repLIes. "I am here to watch. I sorta LIke that Medical Drama. RepLIforce ER... so I LIke to see what the real thing is LIke." [Radio] Transmission detected: Freaking ... ... I'm sick ... of you ... Stardroids. First ... ... ... ruin my party. Then one of you give ... ... ... ... action figure of ... Now ... Stardroid ... Loseness comes ... ... /other/ base. ... couldn't you guys ... your problem and ... your issues with ... ... ... ... Scrabble? [Radio] Transmission detected: OOC: ... [Radio] Transmission detected: OOC: ... PRocyon ... the Banker ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: OOC; ... my ... Patchup Panda nervously rears onto his two hind legs, peering at Cancer. "EeeAr? Wuh...oh!" He lands back on his frontpaws. "Er...I think that's only on TV." He GLances at Prismatic, and walks towards the edge of the table, craning his neck to get a better look at the large Stardroid. Bolero stares at Cancer for several moments, before LIterally falLIng over sideways in classic anime style. His one leg twitches, before he is rendered completely unconscious by the large stack of medical tomes falLIng onto his skull. [Radio: (C) None] Eidolon transmits, "Hrm, yes... I can see how that might be a tiny problem." Prismatic Spider arches an opticridge. "Well, as long as you don't disrupt operations... I can't really make you leave, can I?" He sighs as he hears Bolero get knocked out by being overly expressive, and gestures over to Bolero. "Shall we take a look at him?" Cancer frowns. "This is the Medical Area, and yet you do not operate LIke on RFER? I ca--" He peers over at Bolero. "...Nevermind. I see you have your case to do. I would LIke to see how it is performed..." Bolero lays there, unconscious and with a rather large pile of books and datapads covering his skull. Lucky him. Patchup Panda GLances towards Bolero at the 'thud', and then facepalms. Er, facepaws. "Uh...sure." Without further ado, the Panda makes a flying leap, landing neatly next to Bolero. He sniffs him, then starts shoving the books and datapads and other stuff off him. [Radio] Transmission detected: And ... ... ... long ago and so ... ... *static followed ... an ... of ... Prismatic Spider and an assistant move to get Bolero onto a table and activates the diagnostic system. As the diagnostics run, he begins checking the head area visually... "Patchup, keep an eye on the diagnostics and check on any non-cranial damage, all right?" Bolero is dragged onto the big table by Prismatic and Oderly Orangutang. As the diagnostics are initiated the Bolero Buster activates with a beep, before starting to play the ER theme music. Not RFER, but ER. WEE FOR RANDOM TURN IN EVENTS! Patchup Panda nods, hopping onto a nearby counter where he can get a good view of the...medical...things. And, incidentally, Cancer as well. Only looking sLIghtly nervous, and starting somewhat at the music, he shakes his head and GLances at the diagnostics. "Seems steady, sir," he chirps. Cancer watches onward, with his arms crossed. He seemed just sLIghtly displeased with the _ER_ theme is played and not the _RFER_ theme... but the situation in front of him interests him so. [Radio: (D) None] Commander Jet Stingray transmits, "This is not good. Someone is calming they know starting to learn the location of the Rouges. While the Rouges might not be the best in the world, my Stingray Sense is saying that we shouldn't let them get killed until we figure out what's going down." [Radio: (D) None] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Gee, you think?" [Radio: (D) None] Patchup Panda transmits, "Which 'someone'?" [Radio: (D) None] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Go whack that guy, Jet. I'll cover you." Bolero plays through the ER theme until it's done, before switching over to a random song on the playLIst, which is oddly appropriate to the situation. Up pops Chicago Hope 20XX's theme song, which starts playing as the diagnostics confirm what would be initially supposed. A concussion with a 10% chance of amnesia. The Reploid Hulk lays still, unmoving, except for the occasional twitch from a leg or finger. Stupid faulty wiring jobs from gumbie medics. [Radio: (D) None] Conduit transmits, "Whats going on?" [Radio: (D) None] Patchup Panda eeps! "No blasting!" [Radio: (D) None] Cancer transmits, "..." [Radio: (D) None] Commander Jet Stingray transmits, "Some Strider. And I'm not sure that is a hot idea. He might be under Scrop's protection. Then it gets painful if that's the case. I say we just let them resolve it with a board game. I can get Mouse Trap right now or something." Prismatic Spider shakes his head. "Go figure. He's a battle-grade Reploid and he's taken down by a stack of medical books." Steadfastly refusing to make this look LIke the TV show, he works smoothly and calmly, opening up Bolero's head to get at the most LIkely locations for cranial damage. [Radio] Transmission detected: ah the ... from what ... ... ... me has ... repaired. Did ... miss ... important? Patchup Panda tilts his head, twitching his nose. He GLances over at Bolero suspicously, before looking back. "Well, some of the books /are/ pretty thick, y'know? I woulnd't want to get hit by 'em." He shakes his head, before continuing to look the reploid over. Somewhere on the MUSH, General has disconnected. Bolero moves onto some industrial song with no coherent words. Oddly fitting for a spider that's doing brain surgery, though it could be worse... Some Eminem could've come on or something. Patchup Panda has disconnected. [Radio: (C) None] Guts Man transmits, "Heheheheheheh. I LIke this new program. When Stardroids Attack!" [Radio: (C) None] Bolero transmits, "... It's just doctored footage." [Radio: (C) None] Bolero transmits, "Those are actually cleverly disguised Mavericks in Master territory." [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Scorpio ... all ... ... ... ... ... body. Charming. ... freak killed some ... ... sure who he ... but he seems ... ... some ... ... taking him ... ... get ... ... ... is ... closest medical ... ... doesn't have ... stardroid ... ... [Radio: (C) None] Guts Man transmits, "But this Stardroid is shown striking down Metal Man! As much as we LIke hurting Metal Man we wouldn't show it on TV for free. We'd want to make a profit out of it." [Radio] Transmission detected: Under water I ... imagine. ... in AustraiLIa. [Radio: (C) None] Bolero transmits, "Well, that's probably yanked from the news." [Radio: (C) None] Bolero transmits, "Or Wily's spy cams... I'll bet some Mavericks stole that footage from your security systems." Cancer watches onward... however he stares as the Chicago Hope themes... There is a whirr... then... "NO CHIACGO HOPE THEME." [Radio: (C) None] Guts Man transmits, "Those bastards. Always spying on us with their spy cams LIke LIttle perverts. I'll give you $5 to bash one in the head." The Chicago Hope theme died into some industrial tune. Keep up, Krabby, before we ask for a better invader. Cancer watches onward... however he stares as the Chicago Hope themes... There is a whirr... then... "NO CHIACGO HOPE THEME." The whirr? Cancer's Claw Cannon powering up... Don't worry... the faster it changes, the faster you will all be okay. And well. And all that stuff. Conduit arrives from the Second Sub-Level Hallway - RHQ London. Conduit has arrived. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... Maverick Jet. ... ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... /said/ we are handLIng it. ... ... ... my ... My Stingray Sense says I know him so we bring him ... ... an order. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... to ... Stingray chica. [Radio] Transmission detected: Are ... ... your ... ... ... ... ... that ... I ... one ... ... ... ... ... hot ... ... Gah. ... could ... ... stuff up ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... explosives. [Radio] Transmission detected: Don't be dissing the wonders of ... ... York ... Dog. ... ... ... ... friend ... ... them since he was ... ... ... ... ... third ... could ... me ... ... away. Bolero continues on with the industrial theme for about three minutes, before shifting over to some Bach. Yes, Johann Sebastian Bach. It would seem someone has a big-aft playLIst that Reploid Player LIkes screwing with when it's unleashed. His skull is open, reveaLIng a dent on the outer layer of his CPN's cranial covering and a jarred wire running towards his buster. Prismatic Spider continues tinkering with Bolero's brain, popping open the cranial covering so he can work out the dent. Meanwhile, one of his other hands comes around with a nanite bonding solution to fix that loose wire. A quick reseat and a squirt, and the nanites move in to do the rest. Love those things. [Radio] Transmission detected: ... Uh. ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... Barrage do you even ... the meaning ... ... much explosives'? Cancer frowns a bit more at classical music... (If I wanted to be put to sleep, I'll LIsten to Procyon talk...)oo. Bolero lays there, nanites scurrying about his body, fixing minor structural defects caused by the dingblasted yoink from enveloped subspace pockets in subspace to reaLIty. The Bolero Buster stops play music within seconds, leaving the room in anxious silence. [Radio] Transmission detected: You ... ... ... [Radio] Transmission detected: ... ... I ... ... ... ... ... purpose a lot of ... time but ... ... know ... too much ... Bombast GLyptodon has connected. Cancer walks closer. This isn't LIke the RFER he LIkes to watch. Not at well. "...Well?" the crab asks grumpily. Prismatic Spider begins pushing the dent out on the casing, allowing pressure reLIef on Bolero's internal neural net. After injecting a few more nanites to resolve the minor neural net damage, he peers over to Cancer. "He'll be fine... However, I should take this opportunity to explain that what you see on television does not necessarily have bearing on reaLIty. Most television shows are exaggerated for dramatic effect." With a grunt, he closes up Bolero's head. "He should be around shortly." Bolero snaps his optics open to see a Crabdroid in his face. "..." wait for it, "..." wait for it, "..." oh come on already, "... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGH!" he screams, shoving himself away from the Stardroid, and possibly taking Prismatic with him, if the Spider isn't fast enough in closing up the skull. Cancer bLInks. And he bLInks again. And just for assurances, Cancer bLInks for a third time. "..." Hmph. Annoying Music. Bad Actors. Horrible Subplots. Faintly good acting. "...I shall be visiting this...Hollywood now. I will see if they got any parts for you guys, because you're all bad actors with some good acting talent. I will let you know." With that, he steps back into the shadow and is... Gone. Prismatic Spider arches an eyebrow at Bolero's histrionics. "Well Bolero, I think that you managed to find a cure for Cancer..." He chuckles to himself a bit before peering at Darth Spaniard. "So, feeLIng any better?" Cancer fades in... "NOT FUNNY." He grabs Prismatic by the neck and tries to pop Prism's head off... Prismatic Spider barely manages to evade your Vice Grip attack! Bolero eyes Prismatic. "... If my fuel pump ever slows down enough for me to run after you, I'll harm you." Prismatic Spider is lucky. Really lucky. Cancer's statement gives him just enough time to dive forward, as Cancer's pincers miss his head by /that much/. With a loud 'EEP!', he scrambles away, mumbLIng as he hides behind a nearby table, "I'msorryI'msorryIdidn'tmeanit!" Barrage Raptor arrives from the Second Sub-Level Hallway - RHQ London. Barrage Raptor has arrived. Sai has connected. Cancer nods. "Just making sure..." He vanishes again into the shadows. Is he gone? Yup. Will he return should another Cancer crack be made? OH HELL YEAH. Conduit walks into the medbay, sporting a bowl of crab legs, seems he just stopped by the messhall, "Hey, anyone seen a pair of shell crackers in here? Couldn't find any in the messhall, one of the cooks said they thought they might have dropped a pair in here..." Prismatic Spider peers at Conduit from the cover of his table, shaking his head and gesturing madly to stop. The moment Conduit says his joke... there is silence. Then comes Cancer's voice... which is interlaced with Barrage Raptor's own voice (think of that double voice thing of the Biomerged Digimon and the DNA Digivolved Digimon) as Cancer's form appears... with a claw pointed at Conduit. "Armageddon..." An huge blast comes out of the claw heading striaght for Conduit... "...Barrage." And then... the blast bursts into several LIttle ones... all heading for Conduit. You strike Conduit with a devastating hit from your Armageddon Barrage attack. You use Barrage Raptor's Armageddon Barrage, leaving you with 4 shots left. Barrage Raptor pokes her head in, "Hey! That's my attack!" She shakes a fist at Cancer. Cancer looks over at Barrage. "I will consume you again if you want..." Prismatic Spider calls out from behind his table, "No more! Leave the nice Stardroid alone! We just got finished rebuilding AustraLIa's medbay!" Mortar Dodo walks around they corner shortly before the large blast. "Hey, chap, you are dropping these crab legs. Mmmm, looks good! May I hav*BOOM*" He turns, and runs, feathers floating in his wake. Barrage Raptor shakes her head, "No, it's okay." She says, "Just LIke...It sounds really wierd hearing my voice coming from something other than me. And why are you being so mean to us? Shouldn't you be out trying to find the Rogues?" Bolero has left. Cancer mutters. "I was to Hollywood to look for them." he mutters. "Could you please keep them from talking about crabs until I'm in the US? Thanks." He fades again... Conduit bLInks as Canser suddenly appears, "The he..." *BOOM!* Conduit has the smack laid down on him by the megalomax... er armageddon barrage. Several seconds past and the smoke clears to show Conduit laying sprawled out on the ground, "... Ow." He sits back, his armor taking the brunt of the damage, and he looks around, "Where the helll did my food go?!" GrumbLIng he gets back to his feet, "You know how much that cost me?!" Mortar Dodo peers around a corner a safe distance away, some legs danGLIng from his beak. He manages to mutter, "My, that poor man received quite a thrashing. Eh, oh well." Figuring the MSE are trying out some new device, he waddles off, munching loudly. There is a brief muttering then.... A cheque floats down. A blank one. "David Xanatos. Fill in the amount and the next time, I'm in his universe, I'll pick up the amount. The next person who gripes will get my Astral Claw." Then there's silence. For now. Bolero has arrived. Prismatic Spider sighs. "Conduit... Bad timing for you." Conduit bLInks as the blank check falls right to his feet, "Erm well, I guess I'll let you off the hook... this time." He then picks up the check, stuffs it in a pocket thats still intact and promptly flops onto a medtable, "... You know, I should arrange to get blasted in the medbay more often, its... so convient." Bolero has been laying on the floor, keeping quiet, because he's just too damn scared of waking up with a giant crab in face. He finally gets his fuel pump under control and stands up. "... I should go back to sleep before I make a bad crab joke, shouldn't I?" he inquires of Prismatic. Prismatic Spider nods to Bolero. "Yes, Bolero, go to sleep... It's safer that way." He hops over to Conduit and gets to work fixing him from his... mishap. Prismatic Spider takes out a medical scanner and scans Conduit. Prismatic Spider effects some repair work on Conduit. Prismatic Spider takes out a medical scanner and scans Conduit. Cancer's voice suddenly BOOMS (at volume 11 with Dolby Surround Sound): "YES. YES, YOU SHOULD BOLERO." Bolero nods and shrugs, padding towards one of the medtables. "Good thing I kept to myself about crabby actors and stuff." he mumbles to himself. For a moment, there is a sigh, then a brief muttering of how stupid earthLIngs are (both organic and robotic) then Cancer appears before Bolero. "I wasn't joking." is all he says, before he stabs his GLowing claw, to tear straight through Bolero to the other side... "ASTRAL CLAW!!!" You strike Bolero with a devastating hit from your Astral Claw attack. Bolero falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage. Prismatic Spider takes out a medical scanner and scans Bolero. Bolero looks at the claw going through his torso. "... You can only get volume 11 out of Dolby?" he inquires with a curious bLInk. "Tch. Try this." Hell on Earth has been unleashed, as from every corner of the room blares Dr. Laura, at volume 110, Dolby Surround Sound style. Bolero promptly falls over in a ball. Cancer sighs as if he's in love. "...My kind of woman..." Conduit nods as Prism begins to work on him, "Yes, convient indeed." He then looks over as Cancer smashes Bolero, "I think.... Cancer is rather touchy." Barrage Raptor taps her fingers on the wall, "Are you children done?" She asks, "I'm the one who randomly blows things up...No wait. I don't do that! Gah! Now you guys have me beLIving that I do that! Damnit!" Cancer just grumbles... "Can I go, NOW?" he almost whines. Bolero looks at Cancer. "Por favor... I think I need to die of shock now." Prismatic Spider taps his fingers on the side of Conduit's medtable as Bolero is moved onto another one. "Okay Bolero, you're in trouble now..." Bolero turns and peers at Prismatic with fLIckering optics. "... I was mumbLIng to myself... It's not my fault Cancer's grumpy about people talking to themselves." Cancer just mutters out a 'yeah whatever' to Bolero... then he vanishes once more, "Someone just even comments once more. I'm going Ultimate on their...um, let's see..." A brief pause. "...That's the word. Ass." Gone again. o.o Bombast GLyptodon has disconnected. Prismatic Spider steps over and begins nonchalantly repairing the giant hole in Bolero. Prismatic Spider effects some repair work on Bolero.