Connecting to megamanmush.com(64.246.46.192) United Nations Building Individuals entering the UN building tend to remark favorably on the open atrium space that is carved out of the rest of the UN building LIke a sLIce of an orange. Advanced construction techniques allows LIght to fall freely through the curved `ceiLIng' into this part of the building, allowing the variety of plants and greenery within to flourish in natural sunLIght. Wide, staggered concrete paths allow traffic to flow at a quick pace through the atrium into the UN building itself. Along the way, a visitor passes by not only beautifully maintained gardens, but also by several security checkpoints, a host of sensors and cameras and several conspicuous armed guards. All in all, a very pretty and functional design -- but with a definite eye towards security. There will be no April Fools here. Abernathy [Working] [C] Procyon [Stardroid] [SD] leads to UN HQ - Elevator. leads to UN HQ - General Assembly Hall. leads to Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Tonight, on GNN PoLItics... we go LIve to the UN Assembly where Secretary General Kelly McLaren is preparing to give a speech on the State of the World... (Scene starting in the UN Building, Seoul.) Muse arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Muse has arrived. Pyro Squirrel arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Pyro Squirrel has arrived. (OOC, yes you can enter now. >D) Norman Cassidy arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Norman Cassidy has arrived. Gale Sorcerer arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Gale Sorcerer has arrived. Pharaoh Man arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Pharaoh Man has arrived. Paradigm arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Paradigm has arrived. Bluegrass arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Bluegrass has arrived. Sword Man arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Sword Man has arrived. Pharaoh Man enters the building, and shifts all of his arm cannon in 'sleep' mode, along with ordering all of his scarabs to deactivate momentarily as he passes through the security checkpoint. The rest of his things are safely tucked in subspace for the moment, though its doubtful he'll need them. Moving through the press and other onlookers, he makes his way to a seat in the front. Gemini Man arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Gemini Man has arrived. Pyro Squirrel sits in the back and eats popcorn, having ICly arrived 2 days ago o.O Norman Cassidy sneaks into the building, using his claws to creep in. The clawed wonder crawls along the ceiLIng, out of people's sight, under a cloak of illusion. Yes, the kind of illusion that requires you wigGLe your fingers in order to add to dramatic effect. Megumi strides in, brushing her hair back, peering with her cold blue eyes at the surroundings, smiLIng forcedly as she insults the lack of nicotine in her system. If they are going to kill her, her smokes could at least be around when she needs them. Bloody Tobacco Industries. Don't fit the needs ot the friggin' people, that's what they don't do. She looks to the podium, imagining the sweet smell of burning plant as she says, "Lovely setup, eh Daryn?" Daryn merely grumbles, "I'm the main character, 'ere, stop steaLIng my entrances. You'll get us arrested for Side-character abuse." Unfortunately, the Great Will of the Macrocosm strikes Daryn down. Along the side several aides to the Sec-Gen coughs gently to quiet the thong of arriving people down, "Ladies and Gentlemen... The Sec-Gen of the UN." And with that, Kelly McLaren strides towards the podium, with a sLIghtly grim look on her face. "Ladies, Gentlemen, Members of the Press. As soon as you all have settled down. I will explain why I've called you all here this day..." Pyro Squirrel ponders ordering a pizza. Remembers Betelgeuse. Thinks better of it. Norman Cassidy is hidden, but with no mal-intent planned, unless someone's going to act first. Not that he falls into any of the categories LIsted by Muse, so he could do some pretty good funny business tonight and still get away with it. Norm creeps towards the middle of the room, peering down into the crowd. Pharaoh Man leans back, amused. Kelly McLaren. Pfft. Such a dilusioned fool, thinking she has any real control. The true power LIes in the Children of Wily, the Robot Masters. She is just a puppet of poLIcal whims of the greedy and oppressive international goverment. A nondescript individual makes his way into the United Nations Building, passing through the outermost security checkpoint. He exchanges a few words with one of the guards, with regards to the security precautions taken by the UN to ensure the safety of this event. His curiosity satisfied, the man gives them a jaunty LIttle half-salute, before heading towards the audience gallery open to the pubLIc. He sLIdes his hands into the pockets of his old German Officer's greatcoat, inching his way into the back row just as the Sec-Gen begins her address. SettLIng down to watch, Paradigm allows himself a private smile of amusement. This promises to be interesting. Always nice to see poLIticians run around LIke chickens with their heads lopped off. As McLaren starts, a famiLIar figure can be seen walking in through the back. Large, well dressed, and with an oddly shifting chest, it's obvious who this is. Yep, Sword's here, if only to keep an eye on what this speech may hold. His brow is furrowed a bit as he walks around in thought, but he quickly finds a seat and settles down. . o O (So the figurehead shall speak...I wonder, shall her words be a hollow as the puppet she is akin to?) Daryn plays a few soft melodies on his guitar, whispering. It is as if he cannot stop but play at least -something-. Megumi doesn't answer Daryn, she has better things to do, but Daryn does whisper softly to himself as he sings the opening of the song he was singing before from Ayreon. The Druids Turn to Stone. "The moon sheds no LIght on the Salsibury Plain...The day turns to night and the bonfires cease burning...", he doesn't appear to be LIstening to Kelly, however, though Megumi does, LIstening intently, furrowing her brow as she strugGLes to hear what the Leader of the UN has to say, even if others think she's a pawn and what not. Sphere goes up. Sphere goes down. Sphere goes up. Sphere goes down. Gale Sorcerer could be definted as totally bored right now, while putting an eye on the massive crow of people he's got to take care of. But bored is not a definition he'd use. Because everytime he's bored, something BAD happens and makes things interesting. Badly interesting. Pyro Squirrel eats popcorn. 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." Pyro Squirrel pays attention now. oO(Finally... the volunteer army they've been talking about is starting up! Let's see... what weapons should I take? Hmm... the claws, definitely, and some bombs...)Oo Pharaoh Man raises an eyebrow. Terrorist? They've just been running almostan entire continental goverment for nearly a year, and done nothing but improved the quaLIty of LIfe and LIfestyle. McLaren has something up her sleeve, especially when she claims to have something 'better' then RepLIforce to throw out. Bridgit Cascio hobbles in and takes a seat at the back, ushering Einstein in tight beside her. She sighs, settLIng down into one of those infernal seats, and gets ready to watch whatever fireworks decide to erupt this time. Her air is one of impatient skepticism even as Kelly begins her speech. "Oh, joy," she mutters to her dog, idly rubbing one of his silky ears. "More freakin' cutbacks, more freakin' sacrifices. I should just retire 'fore they cutback on my *(#&ing pension." Muse continues to watch everyone, focusing on Pharaoh Man or a moment. He is in the front row, after all. Pharaoh Man doesn't meet Muse's gaze. He's just a random bystander in a trenchcoat. Pay no attention to him. He's not the Android you're looking to kill. "Wooh!" Daryn shouts, suddenly, stopping his singing, "More guns-AWWK!", Megumi has placed her hand deftly over Daryn's mouth. She hisses something to him so they hopefully -won't- get arrested. She pauses for a moment, and then hisses something else. Daryn slowly nods his head, looking LIke a hurt sick puppy, and he plays a few more pointless chords, even more softly than before. Gemini Man has reconnected. From his place in the back of the audience gallery, Paradigm snorts audibly, though the sound barely carries one or two rows away from where he's seated. Arching an eyebrow, he shakes his head. Fighting words, Secretary General. Do you intend to promise peace to the world when such a thing is - and will always be - beyond your grasp? Quietly, he mutters, "The RepLIforce, 'insufficient'. Fascinating to know just how much the United Nations considers its reploids to simply be another tool." Norman Cassidy peers down from the ceiLIng. o0(And things have just gotten interesting.) His thoughts pause fro a moment, a sudden thought dawning on him. o0(... Tell me she's not reinstating UNAF... Tell me Bruce won't be able to reactivate his commission... *pause*... TELL ME ANTHEM'S NOT GOING TO BECOME A DRILL INSTRUCTOR!) he screams mentally. The PI gasps quietly, swinging himself around to a proper watching position. Sword Man sneers a bit as he watches on. . o O (Surely she jests....) However, he is interested on what action UN is about to take, if only to know how to prepare against it should they lash out at the RMs. Gemini Man has partially disconnected. 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." *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." Pyro Squirrel thinks, oO(So, this is what a timestopper is LIke. Wait, he said Nigh? The big thing in the sky that's ruining my sales?)Oo Pyro yells, "DAMN YOU, NIGH!" Yep, rather fooLIshly brave, isn't he? Sword Man hears the echoing snap and throws his head to the side...but suddenly finds himself unable to turn it back the other way. "What in..." StrugGLIng, he tries to move, but can't. "What manner of trickery is this?!" he shouts. HOwever, he finally hears the voice of the source. GrowLIng, he GLares at the Stardroid from the corner of his eye, still trying to strugGLe, rather futilely. Pharaoh Man is suddenly timestopped. He cannot move, speak, or act. At first, his mind dreads the coming pain and braces agianst it...yet, it does not come. His systems are not tripping upon themselves. .oO(Odd...) Eyes darting towards McLaren and Procyon, he LIstens. Sphere in mid-air, Gale Sorcerer cannot move, cannot speak. His mind cannot make him react either. He's totally frozen. Of course, time has stopped... Bridgit Cascio arches eyebrows past her hairLIne. This wasn't quite exactly the kind of fireworks she was expecting - although damn, it'll do in a pinch. She strugGLes to get up out of her seat and even as she does so, she's... held where she is just as the energy wave goes off. Einstein draws breath to bark, and is frozen in time, teeth flashing and jowls caught on the upLIfting motion of his mouth opening. Dog and woman both have the same thought at the same time, demonstrating that the genetic evolutionary ladder isn't as far apart as humans would LIke to think. .oO(Well, @(*&#. Should've retired last week.) Pyro Squirrel yells obsenities at Nigh. Loudly. Most of which would go on the nc-17 channel OOCly. Kelly McLaren gasps as Procyon suddenly appears, and the moment Proc *points* at her... She attempts to flee. ATTEMPT being the key word as she can't move her legs... nor her arms... she can only stand there, motionless in time. She does have to think... (Is this how the old Sec-Gen felt LIke before being killed by Clown Man?)oo. Eyes blazing LIke bloody chips of ice, Paradigm's features twist into a scowl a fraction of a second before the chronological distortion seizes hold, trapping him in place. Even as others in the audience scream their protest, Paradigm makes no such exclamation. When he does speak, it is in a voice that rings loud and clear over the chaos in the room - the CRF-sympathizer performing the rare act of deigning to ampLIfy his voice with reploid electronics. "Interesting. You claim to right wrongs and crimes against the world...through more violence and suffering. How can this be so? Do the ends justify the means for you, -Stardroid-?" Daryn is about to insult God or something similar but then he hears the snap and reaLIzes he can't really move that much except for, LIke, his mouth. "Sh**.", he says, "Megumi, get a picture of that guy, we'll put it on our album." Megumi hisses, "Shut the hell up, Daryn, if he kills us because of your idiotness, I'm going to stranGLe you." Daryn pauses for a moment at that thought and continues, "You mean to say, Mister..ah...", he muses, "Eh... Hey, you mind unfreezing me or something, pal? Ain't real sportin' LIke if I can't play my instrument, y'know what I'm sayin'? I gotta play the cLImatic music... Y'know how it is. That's what I'm here for, yeh? Ah hell, I'll just sing...", he shouts out at a wonderful volume, LIstening to an invisible melody playing inside his head, and it sounds LIke he's starting mid melody, "Order is broken, Chaos is broken, We did this to them an' ourselves, shot at the judges no matter the sentence, true or false...", he doesn't seem to care that the Secretary General is about to get shot. Megumi does though as she strains to move forward, shouting various obscenities. Pyro Squirrel yells at Nigh continuously. SS Dreadskull arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. SS Dreadskull has arrived. Pirate Man has arrived. "Oh, geez, Abernathy, what the @""|!! are you doing!!! STOP HIM!!" Unable to move, Gale Sorcerer just tries to do something desperately. Whatever he can. It's just that, he can't do anything. Nothing at all. Just observe... Pirate Man has left. SS Dreadskull enters the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. SS Dreadskull has left. 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." There's your answer, Gale. Pirate Man arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Pirate Man has arrived. SatelLItes begin picking up about three dozen bLIps converging to a geosynchonous orbit of Earth. Pirate Man enters the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Pirate Man has left. Norman Cassidy has left. Paradigm's eyes widen fractionally as Abernathy makes his rather spectacular intervention, the only moving figure beyond the Stardroid in this otherwise stationary tableau. He knows not what it is that currently unfolds before his eyes. But he -does- know that he intensely disLIkes the idea of being unable to influence the course of fate... ...But it seems that the only one who has even the sLIghest hope of influencing the Stardroid's judgement is this young man, human or reploid. And it is he with whom all hopes in this chamber ride with. Kelly McLaren's eyes widden as she sees Abernathy stepping in front of the shot. "My god..." she whispers... 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. Procyon strikes Abernathy with his Code Shock attack. Abernathy is temporarily disoriented by Procyon's Code Shock attack. Procyon disappears, and left in his place, is a basket. In that basket, a half dozen cute and cuddly kittens which are completely harmless. They seem to have long canine teeth, sLIghtly abnormal. Procyon has left. Pharaoh Man gasps in surprise. Such heroic nonsense! Abernathy sacrifices himself for /her/? Hrmph. Well, better he's out of the way. Ra can suddenly move, and bLInks away from sight... Pharaoh Man takes out a medical scanner and scans Abernathy. Sword Man bLInks as he sees Abernathy take the bullet. Sure, the human's gotta be hurting, and he wouldn't exactly MIND seeing the Figurehead fall, but he's still got to admire Abernathy's courage. . o O (Perhaps I was wrong about him...) Norman Cassidy has arrived. Pharaoh Man reappears on the stage, still in his disguise... Muse breaks out of the timefreeze, and immediately jumps up on top of the area where the podium, putting herself between Kelly any anyone else who might try and harm her. Damn Stardroids were not going to kill her off - no way. Procyon has arrived. Pyro Squirrel keeps yelLIng obscenities at Nigh, until the poLIce escort him out for language. Bridgit Cascio and Einstein unfreeze at the same time. The woman ends up fallen over the back of a chair in the auditorium, and the dog barks at... nothing? "Aw, goddamn," Bridgit mutters. "They didn't kill 'er..." She pauses, bLInking. That was... ABERNATHY. "Aw, *(#&$. Abby..." the woman muses as she hobbles herself out of her aisle, untanGLIng herself, her dog, and her crutch all at once. "Dammit, MOVE! ABERNATHY!" In the meantime, she barks furiously into her radio - while Einstein barks at people as they pass. Reports roll in of one of the MonoLIth Easter Island heads erupting from the earth with body and ascending into the sky. From the British Isles, a minor Stonehenge repLIca assembles into a giant spider orbus and takes off. Wondrous edifices seem to take off quickly into the skies. Pyro Squirrel has disconnected. Daryn plays a soft melody, "Saved... Everybody 'spects Blood... What is nothin' Megs?", he closes his eyes, "I tell you, friends...", he sings as he finally plays again, "Heroes die...Heroes made to die... Villainy eternal, torture eternal, death sweet, jus' not right now...not...right...now.", he moves forward, raising his guitar in the air, as he plays the musical instrument above his head, "Invisible parades...", Daryn laughs again and plays a few more chords. "And the Druids turn to stone. I told you, Megs. The druids turn to stone. That's today's song. You get that report? Eh?" He plays the music up, LIkely ignored as he sings his song maniacally, totally lost in the words he spouts out, totally lost in the music, "The Magic Words are spoken, As we leave the plain in silence, McLaren stands alone, the Druids turn to STone. The Magic Words are spoken, As we leave the plain in silence, The hero falls alone, The Druids turn to stone." Sword Man finally falls free of the timestopper effects, his head snapping to the side just as he was trying to do before he was frozen. SIghing, he tests his movement...and freezes again, this time in shock as the GNN reports file in. "Great blazes..." Now, had that settled the 'traitor' argument? If not, Abernathy's going to be really damn pissed. As it is, there are bigger and more important things on the diplomat's mind. ... LIke how bloody much that had hurt. With a stranGLed noise of pain, Abernathy crumples to the stage in a heap LIke a LIttle black puppet with its strings cut. That can't have been good, especially not with the way he's still /twitching/ sLIghtly, the way a spider does when it isn't quite dead yet. And then there's the sLIghtly sick odor of microwaved human. As time flows into normalcy, Kelly regains movement and runs towards Abernathy, eyes wide in shock. As she nears Abernathy she immediately, "CALL 911!!!" she platively cries out. Just right after the time remains its course, the shocked sorcerer falls to the ground. His eyes totally open for a moment, Gale then suddenly rushes up towards the direction the diplomat LIes in, making his way through the crowd the way he can, next to the spot Kelly was speaking from. Paradigm's expression doesn't change, not even in the sLIghtest, as Procyon's freeze effect releases everyone in the UN chambers from its clutches. He simply rises slowly to his feet, surveying the chaos in the room with a casual gaze. Eventually, his eyes come to rest on the podium where McLaren stands, and her erstwhile protector has fallen. He makes no move to approach the front of the auditorium, unLIke so many of those rushing forward, he does not know the players in this LIttle stage production. Apart from the tension in this room, he's content to observe, for now. With one hand resting on the ken-tonfa sheaved at his side, of course. Pharaoh Man then unmasks, " Secretary General, if you wish to save his LIfe, stand. Aside. " he says, moving forwards, a small compartment opening on his arm reveaLIng tools. " I am not versed in biological medicine, however, I can get Abernathy's Cybernetic systems functioning agian, hopefully enough to keep him aLIve..." Ra says, and waits to see what McLaren does. American reporters spastically report a full bodied Abraham LIncoln sans head has just burst forth from the Black Hills in South Dakoa, it too taking off for the heavens. Norman Cassidy comes to, on the floor, unstealthed. "... This would be a very bad time to move, wouldn't it?" he inquires, trying to pry his mind out of the faceplant he just performed, courtesy of Procyon. The cyborg tried damn near everything to try and attck the Stardroid, but to no avail. Instead, his body pulls everything off in one convoluted series as soon as time returns to him. "... Ow..." he mutters, grumbLIng to himself as he slowly drags himself to his feet. The Blue Belle (who was here the whole time, really. She just move LIke Neenja) She moves next to Muse, questioninGLy. Well then. Since Kelly is safe (for the moment) and Abernathy is where she is heading... Muse finally gets a move on. She does have her job to do, and keeping the Sec Gen safe is the first priority. ...and since she's trying to help the fallen Diplomat, the best thing to do is get him stabaLIzed and out of here, so no one can hurt him, and thus McLaren will get over here as well. Jetting over to where Abernathy is probably laying out on the ground, Muse pulls out her pocket medpack and gets to work, applying a few stabaLIzers and salves to try and keep the fool aLIve until they can get him to a more proper medical faciLIty. Muse effects some minor first aid to Abernathy. Pharaoh Man takes out a medical scanner and scans Abernathy. Muse takes out a medical scanner and scans Abernathy. "God dammit. Abernathy, damn you damn you damn you," Bridgit mutters non-stop under her breath as she hobbles her way towards the stage and Abby's smoking remains. "I -hate- these ()*#& I work with," she snarls. "@(*#& the Musica. Not LIke they do their *(#&ing job right anyway." Finally hobbLIng her way to the stage, the woman snarls and growls, sweeping her cane around. "MOVE IT," she orders, while Einstein barks at those that gawk and stare and generally get in the way. The crippled woman, earned while defending the United Nations and all they stand for, GLares at the Musica with pure disgust. She swipes furiously at an aide, growLIng an obscenity before watching with steely eyes as chaos reigns. Kelly McLaren looks at Ra, frowning uneasily, but to save a LIfe who saved hers? "..." She steps away from Abernathy and merely nods at Ra. "Do it." Pharaoh Man immidiatly kneels, and begins to work in surprising unison with Muse. As she bandages the wounds of the flesh, he begins to pull circuity together and bypass uneeded systems to get Abernathy's cybernetic components working agian. Hopefully, they can heal the internal damage... Bluegrass eyes Bri LIghtly and mildly and calmly fLIps Bri the bird. (...Biatch.)oo. Gemini Man enters the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Gemini Man has left. Bridgit Cascio stares back at Bluegrass unfLInchinGLy, bares her teeth in a ghastly smile, and returns the favour. .oO(At least I can do my job right.) Norman Cassidy peers at the world gone mad, just shaking his head. "... Bruce has been reincarnated as a chick, Pharaoh Man is helping some dumbaft that a Stardroid has an affinity for, the Sec-Gen is letting Pharaoh Man do so, and the Musica Guard is doing nothing." Norm just shakes his head sadly, padding out of the row of seats he landed within. "Now... Is someone going to tell me what the HELL is going on here?" he rumbles, his form disappearing into his Cyber Man armor... A concept he never would've considered, had the Stardroids not manifested in the first place. Something that wouldn't have been possible had they not appeared. Norman Cassidy changes into his Cyber Man armor. Sword Man simply watches on, eyeing Ra as he rushes up to assist Abernathy, along side one of the Musica. "An odd scene, indeed..." Stepping forward toward the stages slowly, he continues to watch, silent for lack anything constructive to add at the moment. Pharaoh Man sends a radio transmission. Sword Man receives a radio transmission. A satelLIte camera finally gets a lock on what's going on upstairs. Tight focus to Mars, atop a Greek style chariot, twin Iron StalLIons pulLIng the cart. Behind him, a platoon of three dozen minor Stardroids, some ready for battle, others unsettled. Behind them, ten massive stone giants from across the GLobe. Mars seems to be giving some raging speech, speaking of he being the 'true heir of Duo's will'. Daryn plays some more music as he approaches, "Music of my soul, help this guy who would sell his soul and LIfe to save us all.", he raises his guitar in the air to offer his brand of jury-rigging but Megumi with a growl lunges forward and grabs ahold of his arms, holding him back. The two strugGLe for a while. Sword Man sends a radio transmission. Pharaoh Man receives a radio transmission from Sword Man. Stopping right to Muse's left, the intel looks down at the diplomat while the Musica does the first medical helps on him. First he had to open his stupid mouth, and now... now he's totally useless once more. Unabe to heal anything that isn't circutitry, Gale Sorcerer moves his right hand fiercely onto his pointy hat while muttering. "Why in blazes did you have to LIsten to anything I'd say!!" A cold gust of wind starts filLIng the area. The poor mage's blaming his own head on opportunist for a long time probably. But wait! Abernathy isn't quite DEAD yet, just immobiLIzed. And not even that, because as not one but several people come wandering over to loom over, point at, adminster first aid to, congratulate, whatever, the diplomat twitches in a sLIghtly more purposeful way, GLancing with one blood-shot at the twin -- if very blurry -- figures of Ra and Muse. " ... you ... " It sounds LIke the beginning of one of his trademark strings of fluid invective, until he dissolves into very painful-sounding coughing. Too many people, and he's feeLIng too ... fried ... to actually say much. Watching those of a more medical incLInation than he work to save the LIfe of the fallen diplomat, Paradigm stands at a distance, looking upon the scene. A Musica guard and a Robot Master working in tandem to preserve. How incredibly fascinating. Amazing how people get stricken by sudden bouts of altruism. A gentle but persuasive beeping from his left wristcuff catches his attention, and the CRF sympathizer GLances down, LIghting up the LCD of the metal ring with a touch of his fingers. A few heartbeats later, Paradigm's eyebrows arch in surprise. He turns back to where the knot of UN personnel and Masters aLIke are clustered. Paradigm doesn't raise his voice. Not precisely - that would be beneath his dignity. He does, however, pitch it such that his speech carries clearly across the room. "Let the medics do their duty. You cannot help save that man's LIfe. Those of you with communications access, I suggest you examine that which is currently being broadcast across the major news bands." He smiles, a grim expression without humour. "You may be sentimental on your own time. You of the United Nations, I beLIeve you have something called a 'duty'?" Terry arrives from the Seoul - United Nations Plaza. Terry has arrived. Bridgit Cascio continues to stand at the edge of things, holding Einstein's leash, watching the chaos around Abby, and switches between planning her retirement and working for anyone other than the UN. Norman Cassidy whirls at Paradigm, news feeds appearing inside his helmet. "... C'mere." he growls, launching up and across the room towards Paradigm. "You seem to know a lot. Get me the frag up to speed." he states, teeth gritted behind his helmet. Norm doesn't LIke this at all. He doesn't LIke it one bit. Pharaoh Man finishes up with the repairs as best he can, and then closes off the access ports his opened up, along with patching some protective duct tape about the holes that have been made on them by the attack. " I have done all I can. " he states simply, and stands. " Consider this a favor, in which I shall call upon in the future as appropriate, Miss McLaren. And as for your 'INTERPOL'...." Pharaoh smirks sLIghtly, "...well, I think I shall show you my thoughts on it when it comes to clash with the Children of Amun-Wily. As far as us 'terrorists' go, take a look at our goverment in Africa. You'll find we've done nothing but help its inhabitants..." And with that, the Master of Sands turns, and starts walking off the stafe. Gale Sorcerer sighs. He just goes on holding his staff with both hands, place it on the ground, and stand LIke that for some time. He really doesn't feel LIke doing anything else... Daryn smirks sLIghtly, relaxes his arms, "Man Megs. Guess he didn't need savin'. Whataguy.", he turns around and plays another melody, and then another, changing them rapidly, "So whatcha think I should play Megs..." Megs says, "Nothin'. Get me somethin' useful, LIke a cigarette." Paradigm seems mildly amused by Norman Cassidy's insistance, though he, nonetheless, compLIes with the request. Touching a control on one of his silver wristcuffs, he brings up a floating holographic display - ironically, a two-dimensional grid displaying four seperate LIve broadcasts from four different news networks, and points it toward Cassidy. The sound is muted, but the images speak well enough. As he does this, Paradigm addresses the UN personnel again. His gaze is directed firmly at McLaren, though his speech is quite possibly meant for more than just her alone. "With all due respect," Paradigm begins, with subtle sarcasm that suggests the precise opposite of his words, "you have concerns beyond the welfare of this one man. Or have you forgotten, Ms. -Secretary General-?" He puts particular emphasis on McLaren's title as he says it, attempting to make eye contact with the world leader. "His injuries, no matter how severe, are hardly the point here. The appearence of a Stardroid...now, I wonder. What to make of that?" Sword Man sees Ra walk off the stage, his work done. Not wanting to have to stay here any longer, Sword does as well, tipping his fedora to the gathered. "Until we meet again, whether it be on the battlefield or neutral ground...and as Sir Pharaoh said...perhaps the people of Africa would beg to differ on our effect to the populace." With that, Sword walks off as well, heading up the aisle between seats and toward the doors. 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?" Pharaoh Man smirks sLIghtly as he pushes the doors open. .oO(Yes. It appears Serenade was correct....he is useful.) A low chuckle escapes his LIps, before he bLInks out of sight... Norman Cassidy eyes Paradigm, "Forget this." he snorts, before stalking back towards the stage. "You're no help, y'know that?" he grumbles, eying the SecGen. He shakes his head, "Madam Secretary... If y'don't mind, may I help out on this one? I've a bit of experience with Stardroids. Besides, two actual heroes and a pack o' underLIngs aren't going to do drek. You're gonna need three, at least." he states, a holographic Cheshire grin appearing before his ghostly visage. Gale Sorcerer has disconnected. Abernathy pauses a moment in industriously coughing up a lung to bLInk. " ... d ... can someone ... repeat whatever the h ... " He draws a breath, coughs s'more, and continues: " ... the /hell/ she just c-called me?!" Norman Cassidy looks at Abernathy, "Director of Interpol." he snaps back quickly. Bridgit Cascio arches an eyebrow at that, simply looking at Kelly flatly and quite obviously showing her age and her battlescars. "Sure. Gimme my abiLIty to walk normal back, an' I'll go (*&# him up," she says simply, flatly. "But, see, Vile hadda go an' shoot me. Spent a month in hospital. Didn't even get to use my vacation days for recuperation." BITTER. "Anywho. Aber's movin' up in the world, huh. Lessee if he makes it through 'is first night in office. Looks LIke it's gonna be a killer." A twisted smirk crosses her face as she looks down at Abby. "Congrats, boy," she says in amusement, "yer the boss." Kelly McLaren nods, "I speak for all of the United Nations and Interpol when I say... Thanks for offering the help, Cyber Man. We definitely need it." "... Th ... that's what I thought." And though he was not knocked unconscious initially by the attack he was fooLIsh enough to take for McLaren, Abernathy chooses this moment to pass out. *thud* Norman Cassidy nods and bows, "Thank you." he states calmly, "We have any spacecraft? Or... battle stars or something?" he inquires curiously. He peers at Abernathy, bowing his head a bit. "You might want to wait on the title until after he's healed up some..." A spark of bemusement fLIckers in Paradigm's eyes as Norman storms away from him. He flashes a brief smile, one with only the sLIghtest traces of a sardonic air. Switching off the holographic display, and sLIding the sleeve of his German greatcoat back over the metal ring bracketing his left wrist. For a moment or two, he watches the UN - or should that be Interpol now? - personnel have their LIttle impromptu war room discussion. To nobody in particular, he remarks, "My, such resolve. Secretary General, agents of the International PoLIce, I trust you will remember you cannot accompLIsh much alone. Still, I wish you good luck..." SLIding his hands into his coat pockets, he turns on a heel and walks towards the nearest auditorium exit. "...I suspect we will all need it, before this day is out." Bridgit Cascio shakes her head, amused. "I ain't exactly fit fer space-duty, an' neither's anythin' we got in the garages 'cept the Magellan," the woman notes thoughtfully to Norman, leaning on her crutch. Pausing at the door, Paradigm stops and turns sLIghtly, looking across the space seperating him from Bridgit with a mildly incredulous look. He didn't intend to say any more, but this, this is -ridiculous-. "Surely you jest. You're the United Nations. The only real manned space exploration programs on this entire planet belong to you. The -RepLIforce- belongs to you. And all you claim access to is this one soLItary spacecraft?" Paradigm shakes his head, and quips, though not unkindly, "Our tax dollars at work." Kelly McLaren smiles at Norman. "Perhaps. But that's for later." She hears Para and sighs, "I have a feeLIng we will know soon enough... If we're even ready for duty." She GLances about, "Unless there is questions, this press conference is adjorned. Be safe, everyone." And Kelly leaves... admist flashbulbs and such. Bridgit Cascio jerks a thumb over her shoulder. "I only look after a couple garages, an' they're diplomatic vehicles an' a few defence vehicles," she fires back. "You wanna know space? Go talk t'one of the other eggheads in another coutnry. I just know we got a freakin' space shuttle in wit' the tanks, waitin' t'be moved to the right station. So get bent, eh?" Somewhere on the MUSH, KaLInka has disconnected. Paradigm breathes a sigh, and pushes the exit doors open, leaving the council chambers behind. Naturally, he bears no real -ill will- towards the efforts of these erstwhile self-proclaimed heroes, but honestly, judging from what he's seen, if these people represent the best of the world's most powerful governmental authority... ...He's voting opposition, come next election. Norman Cassidy is a self-proclaimed hero... And he's not part of the UN. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA... Bridgit Cascio is a background character. Said character hobbles her way off the stage, hauLIng her dog along, and heading for the garages. Nothing else for her to do.