British Columbia

 

        The Western most part of Canada, British Columbia is one of the highest populated areas. Many people live here for the Rocky Mountains which are good for hiking, skiing, snowboarding etc. Vancouver Island is also a big tourist attraction. Many people live on the southernmost town on the island, Victoria itself. Ferries travel between the mainland and the island nonstop most days and it's a great trip to take. The salty breeze from the Pacific Ocean is refreshing and the waves caress the mainland when many people swim. This is one of the most beautiful places in all of Canada, save for one blight. Where the great Megacity of Vancouver once stood is a great bay - a sea-filled crater that resulted when Starhaven fell from the sky and obliterated the mighty city from existence. A silent stone memorial stands on the edge of the new waterway, but the memory is still terrible and fresh.

 

 

Camera <Chest>

Libra [Libra] [SD]

Iris [Black_dress] [RF]

Battle and Chase Stands - Opening Ceremonies

Blues' Secluded Cabin

Submerge <D> leads to Underneath Northern Pacific.

West <W> leads to Northeast Pacific Ocean.

South <S> leads to Pacific Northwest.

East <E> leads to Central Canada.

North <N> leads to Yukon Territory.

Up <U> leads to Sky Above Western Canada.

 

The Bay of Vancouver. The great open expanse of water that was once a massive city - destroyed by the crash landing of Starhaven. And today, the gathering place of thousands to watch the opening of the Battle and Chase games.

 

As the crowd files into the stands, milling about, a massive orchestra starts to play. The familiar notes of 'Thus Spake Zarathrusra' echo out across the open waters - and several massive spotlights turn on, focusing on the massive sixty foot high tower, topped by a great cauldron that will eventually hold the Games Torch. A huge projection screen rises from the waters, covering the tower behind its mass as the music reaches the peak - and it stops as the lights on the stage before the screen turn on.

 

 

 

"Chest here, reporting live and on the scene." And indeed, Chest is in front of the GNN camera aptly named Camera. The GNN Owner's personal drone sits on its four little wheels and positions the camera to keep Chest in the frame. "Welcome, viewers from all over the worldf... to the 2217 Battle & Chase Olympic Games!" he says with a praticed dramatic flair, cracking a smile. Chest motions with his hand, and the camera zooms in past him to get a glorious view of the stands and the parade route itself. And what a spectacular view it is. Well, Libra described it beautifully. GNN cameras stationed in every nook and cranny focus on different parts of the expanse. The gorgeous, yet tragic bay, the enthusiastic and cheering fans, the glorious orchestra, and even the cauldron itself. Chest narrates, explaining every so often to the viewers at home exactly what they're seeing. He keeps it brief, though, as most images speak for themselves.

 

============================ Players in your Area ============================

Name                Alias   Siz Idl Short Description

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Iris                sis     3    1m A l'il red & blue cutie of a reploid fem

Libra               libby   2    4m

Chest               GNN     3    0s Chess piece. Blue. 4' tall. One leg.

========================== Fri Sep 10 20:04:19 2004 ==========================

 

 

 

On-stage, Nicle St. Stein, the chairwoman of the Battle and Chase Games, steps up to the podium. The music fades away, quieting to nothing as she begins to speak.

            "Thank you all for coming to these, the fifth Battle and Chase games. We meet here, where once there was a great city. Millions who lived there died in a great accident brought to us from above - yet it didn't stop us. In fact, the coming of the Stardroids so many years ago was one of the greatest things to have happened to our world. Faced with a common foe, all the people of Earth joined together in a great effort to stop our destruction. As one, the people of Earth stood up and beat back the invasion from beyond - and proved that *we could work as one*. While no threat so large has risen since to bring Earth together, we still can look back on those events and know that we, the people of Earth, are not confined to eternally war with each other, and can work together for the common good."

            "That is what the Battle and Chase games are founded on - PEACE. People working together, competing against one another in good sportsmanship, to show the world what they can do. To give the world a chance to breath easier and live in peace, even for just a short time. For the warriors who fight so bravely to be able to lay down their arms and reap the rewards of their valiant efforts. The Battle and Chase games, while violent at times, are for the purpose of peace."

 

Chest snaps his fingers, and Camera focuses his camera (argh... Chest must have been drunk when he named his drone) in at the podium for what St. Stein has to say. Chest, no longer in the spotlight, pulls out a cigar, lightning it in one fluid motion before settling in to watch the speech. He can be seen nodding every once and a while with it, but he sighs and shakes his head at the part of Earth standing up as one. "Course, then we shot it all to hell with idiot policies," he mutters to Camera through his cigar. He can't be heard on the television, of course. The UN is falling apart, governments are breaking down, civilians are at an unrest, Repliforce's position is... not stable... seems like everyone is suffering. Thankfully, that seems to be including the bad guys.

 

Chairwoman St. Stein continues. "I am very happy to be able to present these, the Battle and Chase games, to the world. After the chaotic and terrible events of the last few months, the world needs this break to gather their collective breaths and rebuild what has been destroyed. To fix the devastation to Europe, to Africa, to Asia... to repopulate the ruins of South Africa that were so foully destroyed. It is time to bury the dead and show ourselves why life is worth living. For that, I thank you all for your assistance in making these games possible."

 

"I thank Mayor Edgar Friendly of San Angeles, for allowing us the assistance of his police forces to maintain that these games are peaceful. I thank the staff of GNN for providing worldwide coverage of all the events over the coming weeks, to share the fun of these games with the world. I thank the leaders of the many waring factions for agreeing to answer my challenge and setting down their arms for the duration of the games. And I thank all the competitors that are in attendence for their assistance in making Battle and Chase such an amazing statement of peace to the world."

 

Chest bows his head to pay his respects as St. Stein continues for those who have died in this terrible series of tragedies. He makes a note to get the time and date for his interview with General finalized already. His scowl softens slightly as his agency gets its props from the gal herself. Always a silver lining to every cloud, right? Blowing out smoke from his cigar, Chest hovers slowly down to the end of the parade route, followed by his drone. Once the teams have had their turn in the spotlight, they'll get their turn in front of the cameras to give their shout-outs. As the speech continues, GNN cameras view some of the people in the crowd. Is... is that a big gold-foil-covered sedan chair you see in the stands? Nah, must have been your imagination.

 

Chairwoman St. Stein smiles at the camera, and waves a hand. "But to thank these people properly, it is not right to simply leave them as faceless, nameless people. So now, let us show them! All of you in the stands, and those of you watching at home! A cheer for our competitors, as they come out here onto the field!"

 

The spotlights shift down to the base of the stands, where they watch for competitors as they are brought forth onto the great open field.

 

St. Stein makes the first announcement. "Will the representatives of the Robot Masters step forward!"

 

Blizzard Man has arrived.

Quick Man has arrived.

 

        Walking out onto the field along with the other representatives of the Robot Masters is Quick Man, having just run down from the stands. In the intervening moments, he's somehow gotten his hands on a large black flag, with a white Wilyskull in the middle. This he has tied around his neck like a cape, so it flaps off of his back as he walks. He's grinning, obviously enjoying himself immensly, and waving his hand towards the crowd as if he's the Queen. When he sees a camera looking directly at him, he holds up three fingers and points at them, mouthing "gold medals." Apparently that's how many he intends to bring home. That's also the amount of events he's entered. He certainly doesn't lack in confidence.

 

        Blizzard Man practically /blazes/ from the stands, well, figuratively. Following the lead of Quick Man, he leads a secondary wave of drones across the field. The Joes, the Mets, the other drones nobody cares about, are all singing horribly to what may be the RM Anthem, but... it's more or less indistinguishable from noise.

        Blizzard Man's poles extend from the top into /gigantic/ flagpoles with equally huge flags of the white Wilyskull against the black fabric, flapping in the wind and reducing visibility from the stands a good measure. Despite what the laws of physics often dictate, Blizzard Man seems to handle these now oversized poles pretty well, without incident... yet.

 

On the giant screen as the Robot Master representatives parade, images are shown from past Battle and Chase games that portray the Robot Masters in their fully glory - Cut Man defeating Sigma in the sharpshooting competition, Dr. Wily fuku-bombing the car race, Bass clocking Rock in the head with a lead pipe to put him out of team combat... image after image of the Masters being cool for the world.

 

Chest narrates as Camera focuses on the front of the parade route for where the Robot Masters will be making their no doubt grand entrance. Chest reluctantly puts out his cigar. It never seems to impress the viewers at home. "Well, a poor showing by Wily's boys." Chest mutters to Camera discreetly. The drone whistles something back that sounds like an agreement. Now back on the air, Chest narrates once again, "Among the Robot Master crowd, I see the famed speedster Quick Man himself - always a heavy favorite for the foot races. Will he be able to claim a medal this year?" he leaves the question unanswered. This occurs right when Quick mouths 'gold medals'. "Apparently he thinks so." Chest says, hoping the twit gets zero. Camera then focuses on Twit #2: Blizzard Man. "Shame there's no downhill racing," he comments. Every so often, GNN cuts to some of the visuals seen on the giant screen.

 

        Quick Man keeps giving Blizzard nervous looks. Those giant flagpoles on top of his skipoles.. it's just not safe. But he manages to keep well ahead of his brother, and the singing drones. As he nears the end of the field, he begins doing flashy flips and handsprings, his Wilyskull cape flaring out behind him.. zipping about in a display of speed and agility no doubt meant to impress the crowd and perhaps intimidate his adversaries in the events. At the end of his little acrobatics show, Quick lands near the edge of the field, bowing once in a fancy fashion with his cape, like some old-time aristocrat, and then turns and walks off.

 

        Blizzard Man continues his strutting, but all fears nearly come true as one of the flagpoles dip precariously towards one set of stands, threatening to smother more than a few spectators. Oh crap!

        Fortunately, a few drones act in time to help move the errant flagpole back into position before any actual damage can occur. The singing, however, shows no immediate signs of being done.

 

 

 

Chest advances into Camera's shot as the Robot Masters finish off the parade. In his hand is the GNN weapon of choice: a microphone, which he thrusts first into Quick Man's face. "Three gold medals, eh?" he says with a slight smile, sounding more cheerful than he feels. "What events are you predicting your victories to be in?" Regardless of the answer, Chest moves to Blizzard Man... carefully. Camera silently begins praying for Blizzard to accidentally run over his master. "Some might say this is a poor showing for Wily's boys, Blizzard Man. Any comments?" Chest has to shout to be heard over the singing. This is also the Masters' chance to give any shout-outs. The whole world is watching!

 

        Blizzard Man looks into the microphone, and the camera... then back to the microphone and says, "That's just a taste of what's to come, eh? A landslide victory all around!" The flag dip actually sounds intentional, based on the response.

 

        Quick Man grins disarmingly for the camera as Chest approaches him, nodding his head as he leans in to speak to Chest, also shouting over the loud singing and nerping of the drones. "The Foot Race and Obstacle Course are mine, bud. No one can compete with the original Master of Speed! And Dodgeball too. The Wilybrats cannot be beaten!" He holds his hand up, contorting his fingers into a W shape. "WILY FOREVER! You're going down Agile, you dirty purple clown!" He shouts, before the camera goes on to Blizzard. At this point, he heads back to the stands.

 

As the cheering dies down and the Robot Masters go off the field, Chairwoman St. Stein leans to the microphone and announnces, "Will the representatives from Repliforce come forward!"

 

Blizzard Man has left.

Quick Man has left.

 

Jet Stingray has arrived.

Assault Kangaroo has arrived.

General has arrived.

Barrage Raptor has arrived.

 

Iris begins applauding, smiling proudly as Repliforce's representatives begin arriving on the field.

 

When the call for the representatives of the Repliforce, the global army that had gone into such interesting circumstances as of late, General stands up from the bottom of the stands where he was, walking out onto the field proudly, as it were, both hands hung lightly at his sides as he walks, accompanied by the other representatives behind him. His polish is shined to nigh perfection, not blinding, but certainly enough to give anyone pause at just how good the overall polish looks. He walks along the track, his hand occasionally lifted to wave towards the spectators as they start along.

 

        Assault Kangaroo smiled as St. Stein called for the Repliforce to come down. Getting out of his seat, Assault followed General, walking down the stands and moving onto the field. Assault waves to the spectators toward his left side, and then waves toward the ones on his right side. He's not going to do anything crazy for now... maybe not ever. He just wants to look proud and prepared to carry the Repliforce to victory.

 

Chest smirks as the Masters get in their shouts. That could have been much worse, the GNN head honcho figures. "You heard it here first, folks!" he says with a flourish. "Quick Man's promising to take Agile down in the races!" The announcement for Repliforce to come on out is heard, and Camera refocuses on the parade including the defenders of justice and honour... and Chest's favorite combat faction. Much camera time is given to General, the valiant leader of the army. "A much more numerous turnout for Repliforce than what the Robot Masters had to offer," Chest comments. One might hope this is a sign that, yes, Repliforce is really putting the hurt on Wily and the Idiot Squad.

 

General isn't the only one out here to represent Repliforce. Their current Marine XO, Major Barrage Raptor is out in all her glory. Her hands go up into the air, fingers pointed skyward. It's like a wrestler's entrance, somewhat. She loves the crowd. And they all love her. Or else.

 

Something wicked is on its way. Wicked cool that is. Next in the parade? None other than Jet Stingray, the reploid that was once hailed (and still sometimes today) at the Fastest Thing underwater. Proudly, he wears his Gold and Bronze medals, which he has earned in races past. Moving through the stands, the Stingray of smooth snaps his fingers, two spider-like drones following behind turning on their holo-emitters.

 

What is shown is Repliforce victories of the past. The first is when Jet was able to win the Water Race, doing his victory lap, when Ricochet won the Sharpshooter contest with his 'mom' hugging him, when the Repliforce had Comet, Spin, and Jet in Gold, Silver, and Bronze for the most recent water race and finally when Locrian got his Silver in the Foot race. There are even more clip, but it ends with the following.

 

REPLIFORCE: THEY HAVE THE 'MEDAL' TO WIN IT ALL

 

Those close to Jet can hear him mutter to himself though, "I will win the Gold this time around... I swear it. I will not lose, I cannot lose." Someone's already having his mind on the race ahead.

 

 

Camera loves Barrage too, and as a result, Chest's drone focuses on Barrage Raptor repeatedly. Chest scowls at his partner. "Damnit," he mutters, "We're not /that/ desperate for the 18-48 male demographic." Chest gives a swift kick with his hoverpad to Camera, but thankfully it doesn't show up on television. Camera beeps back, annoyed, but goes back to focusing on all the members of Repliforce one by one. As a movie star, Camera zooms in on Jet Stingray and his medals.

 

Just as before, the screen plays footage from old Battle and Chase events - this time, of Repliforce kicking butt and taking names. Colonel fighting Rock in team combat. This would be really cool, except Jet's already projecting it. So in response to try and one-up him, the band kicks in and starts playing the GI Joe theme song.

 

On-stage, Chairwoman St. Stein writes in her notebook. 'Take away all parader's holographic emitters next year'.

 

General didn't /quite/ expect the holographic emitters either, but he's not showing any sign of it, that would simply be improper. The General makes a fist, raising a '1' afterwards, with a single finger, implying that the Repliforce is gonna take home the glory on top of the whole lot. A bold statement, if nothing else, as the Repliforce Commmander keeps taking steps forwards. He's slightly more reserved than most, but when you're two stories and change, do you really /need/ to say anything more when you're one of the contenders in the Sandbag Hit?

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Fantasia transmits, "Why is there so much interest in Battle and Chase?"

 

        Assault continues to follow General. Like him, the marsupial does not seem to notice the holographic emitter used by Jet Stingray. He wants to look happy. He wants to convey his feelings. When you're going to participate in three things you're good in, you'll definitely be happy. And thus, Assault smiles as he keeps walking.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Why not?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Gray transmits, "It's pretty. Look at all the people."

[Radio: (A) Global] Flash Man transmits, "It is a global event. You expect it to be ignored?"

[Radio: (A) Global] GNN Manager Chest transmits, "Because it's the only time we can take a break from this damn war."

[Radio: (A) Global] Ice Man transmits, "It means no killing. No killing is good."

[Radio: (A) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "It gives th'ones like me a chance to shine."

[Radio: (A) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "Those of you who do this all th'time think nothing of it...but for civilians, 'tis a time to get out and show what we can do without our lives at risk."

[Radio: (A) Global] Flash Man transmits, "Also, it allows... Any one faction... to prove that it is the best, without others plotting revenge."

 

Jet Stingray merely turns toward the crowds, giving twin 'v's as he shows his usual flare. "You all rock! Remember to say no to drugs and drink Super Soda, the only tasty soda that the Stingray drinks before each race!" Hey, if Micheal Jorden and Shaq can sell out, so can HE.

 

Chest waits for Repliforce to finish their turn in the parade, and approaches them one by one. "Barrage Raptor, I presume?" he asks even though he already knows it. "The betting pools have you ranked high in the combat events - what do you think of your chances against some of the best combatants that this planet has to offer?" "Ah, General! Good to see you again. With all the turmoil that's gripped the world recently... all the suffering... all the destruction..." Chest's tone becomes subdued. "Do you have a plan for Repliforce to take control where needed?" Chest quickly adds, "Sorry to ask you about something unrelated to the games, General... but the whole world wants to know." Moving on, we come to Ego-King. "Jet Stingray... after your defeat last year in the races, can we expect a different way of going about your training this time around?" He doesn't ask about the holographics. And we come to Assault. Chest keeps it brief, "With all the action Repliforce has seen recently, do you think you're all going to be ready for the change of pace for the games?"

 

Barrage Raptor gives Chest a look as he asks her what she thinks about the combat events, "Well, I mean, last year I got punked out by Protoman early in the event, but I think this year, if I get lucky with the bracket setup, I should at least reach a medal ranking, though, you know me, I'm always aiming for the gold. I don't like to lose."

 

"What can I say, Chest, except that we have plans in motion, always in motion to see that good is done for the world." General replies. "America is the first to sign on with us. We will offer ourselves to others, after all, to help." General Octavius Doppler merely smiles, adding, "Feel free to come interview later, at your discretion after the Ceremonies, Chest." With that said, the General continues on with the parade procession to it's finale.

 

Jet Stingray looks toward Chest, merely keeping up the cheery attitude. He is all serious underneth, but that is because the last two times he took things likely he paid the price. And when one's sense of worth is placed on winning... That leaves Jet in a serious bind. Either way, he offers happily, "Well, Chest, I learned not to underestimate my foes this time around... And with a more 'no-nonsense' racing style, hope to show the people that believe in me that their faith isn't misplaced." That said, he too moves toward the stands.

 

        Kangaroo witnesses Chest come over to him, and ask him a question, seemingly directed at everyone... But he answers it, himself.

        "Well... /I'll/ be ready, I know that. I'm sure everyone else will be, too. Not only that, we'll all be ready to bring our dear faction to victory. The Repliforce has risen again... and we'll be making quite an impressive comeback.

        Assault grins as he continues to walk, to finish up the parade...

 

Cut Man arrives from the Central Canada.

Cut Man has arrived.

 

Chest has a billion more questions to ask General about this... ah, but now is not the time. And so, like a kid who has to wait another day for Christmas, Chest nods to all the answers and gets Camera set for the next batch of people. Sure, the races are all well and good, and Chest pays his dues to the responses given by the other Repliforcers, but the fate of the world weighs just a bit heavier in the GNN owner's mind.

 

"AHHHAHAHA! Here I am!"

            Who the heck is that? Oh, just a little red and white android with scissors on it's head carthwhelling into the parade track jumps /HIGH/ and land, poses and... Stares around to see none of his Robot Master brothers parading. In fact, thoses Repliforcers *(?$"/s seems to be just leaving! "Awe...man! I've missed it!"

 

The applause dies down again, as Repliforce makes their way off into the stands again and as security comes out and escorts Cut Man away. At least it isn't a streaker. Chairwoman St. Stein leans to the microphone and states after a brief heavy sigh at Cut Man, "Will the representatives for the.. Coalition for Reploid Freedom please come forward!"

 

General has left.

Assault Kangaroo has left.

Barrage Raptor has left.

Jet Stingray has left.

 

Dr. Doppler has arrived.

Gray has arrived.

Flame Stag has arrived.

Javelin Whitetail has arrived.

 

"Hey...HEY! Lemme go! I'm an athlet! I've just missed my parade! Lemmee goooooooooooooo!" Screams Cut Man as he is dragged away.

 

Chest taps Camera, and relays some information to him. As a result, GNN does /not/ focus on Cut Man and his antics. People here will see it, of course, but not the millions watching at home. GNN wishes to keep this a classy affair and not give others an incentive for being idiots.

 

Cut Man has left.

 

Flame Stag nods obediently as the Coalition is called up. The stag rises to his feet, making his way down onto the field at about the same time that many of the initial couple of stands' worth of spectators in the 'infected' section do. The result is a large, almost solid-seeming wall of Reploids....and all of them begin to chant the Maverick anthem, as a solitary figure reaches down to retrieve a small cylinder mag-locked to his waist...it extends into a long pole, and then a piece of fabric extends from that. Look, it's Flame Stag! And he's waving the Maverick standard at the front of the Coalition's parade.

 

 

 

O Fortuna velut luna statu variabilis... Yesterday, Dr. Doppler was battling Repliforce. Today, he represents the Coalition in an entirely different venue. Not quite in the midst of their collecive enemies, but close enough.

 

Sigmund Doppler appears to be well, considering he has not been on the world stage in quite some time. His hair and beard are neatly combed in their usual peak-ish style, his labcoat and pants freshly pressed. The only unusual addition is a cane, which helps him keep balance as he walks. He flanks Flame Stag on the left, smiling for the cameras and occasionally giving a respectful wave to the crowd.

 

Where the grinning horned demon followed Doppler before, there now walks from the stands a very different, humany fellow, still in the same dress grays. He walks on Flame Stag's right, hands clasped behind his back and a cheery smile on his face.

 

The screen shines with the glory of the Maverick cause - Vile piloting a modified Goliath in the car races, their Battlesphere team rolling over the competition, and a quick shot of Sigma ripping into someone with a sabre in a combat event of some sort. There's also a really ominous close-up on Sigma's GIANT GLOWING RED EYES that's a bit disturbing. But it's time for the Mavericks to really strut their stuff and show that *their* vision of the world is the best - by beating the crud out of everyone else in a variety of interesting and amusing sporting events!

 

        At least Javelin Whitetail seems to have a /small/ amount of common sense. Her escorts are all scowling--and she has not demanded they applaud. However, now they reluctantly emerge from the stands to join the Maverick parade at the back. She sits up straight, and raises each of her silver-plated arms, allowing her multicoloured cloak to spread. Her differently coloured optics--which she acquired during the battle of Berlin--shut loosely, her face draped in concentration.

 

        And from her, suddenly, comes loud and full chords--easily enough to play over the gibberish of the crowds. The Maverick anthem and march--which she herself composed for them. It is full orchestra and ensemble, all coming from her tiny frame perched on the gold sedan.

 

Chest scowls as the Mavericks take the field. "Great," Chest mutters off the air, "I didn't sign up for Instant Maverick Infection." The GNN boss shakes his head in annoyance. "The things I do for the press," he sighs, looking up at the heavens. Camera focuses on the Mavericks as they take to the parade route. At least being rich gives one the ability to afford the best medical attention money can buy. You can bet Chest'll be undergoing a virus scan after this. The GNN cameras move from Flame Stag at the lead, pulling back to get a view of the Coalition standard, to Dr. Doppler, world renown, to Gray on his right, and finally to Javelin Whitetail and the JavMobile in the back.

 

Flame Stag blinks as he hears a strange sound from the back...and though he doesn't break stride, the stag looks over his shoulder to see Javelin having joined in. He smiles, broadly, perhaps one of the first genuine ones he's given in quite a long time....then returns his attention to leading the cause, keeping the flag high and steady at the front of the group. This is kind of a big responsibility for him, isn't it?

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...So wait...is she a Maverick or not?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Who?"

 

Dr. Doppler plays himself up a bit as he passes by one of the banks of cameras. With his free hand, he holds up his gold medal from last year's Battlesphere competition. Quite a feat, considering he was "officially dead" at the time. His smile strentghtens as the Coalition's anthem begins to play over the din of the crowd. The medal is allowed to slip back on its ribbon as he continues walking alongside their standard-bearer. No jeering from him as he passes by the Hunters and Repliforce's places in the stands. Unlike some, he acts with the pride of a professional.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "That chick with the Mavericks, the deer."

[Radio: (A) Global] GNN Manager Chest transmits, "Give me a minute and I'll find out right from the horse's mouth."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bluecoat T-Rex transmits, "She's civilian."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Her name is not important enough to remember."

[Radio: (A) Global] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Javelin Whitetail? In parade with the Mavericks?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Yes."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "That's it."

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "She wrote our national anthem. It is her place to perform it if she chooses."

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Why don't you asshats just infect her and get it over with already?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "Then I won't feel so bad when I take her head off with mys hotgun."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Barrage...SHUT UP."

[Radio: (A) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Because then she's lost, Major!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Barrage Raptor transmits, "It's obvious she wants to be with them anyway."

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "It is her choice, not hers, and especially not yours."

[Radio: (A) Global] Flame Stag transmits, "I would advise this line of conversation to cease."

 

Gray has no medals to flaunt, nor any achievements particularly laudable, but he has the excuse of being brand spankin' new, right out of the box. Much like Doppler, he keeps his head up and his mouth shut, respectful and professional at the same time. Wouldn't want to desecrate the sanctity of the Battle & Chase, now, would we? Of course not!

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Bluecoat T-Rex transmits, "I second that."

[Radio: (A) Global] Flame Stag's voice sounds /very/ strained.

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "You are right Doppler."

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "OOC not mine,"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "I just wish she would make her mind up."

[Radio: (A) Global] Plasma Harrier transmits, "... Agreed... No more talk about this."

[Radio: (A) Global] Skull Man merely.. chuckles.

 

Javelin Whitetail lowers her arms to the sides of the throne again; opens her green-and-brown optics, with a regal smile. The music continues from her; all of it well-composed and quite thorough. And also--impossible for any human to play. The complexity of the music demands it. She reaches down for a moment, then, arms ascending again, raises her own medals around her neck; two silver, shined up to match her own new status. Nothing too special--dodgeball and sharpshooting--but for a regular civilian, a proud accomplishment indeed. The sedan chair follows, finally settling alongside the Mavericks--although just slightly seperate.

 

Chest approaches each Maverick in turn. He doesn't get too close to them, though. It's subtle, but the reason is obvious. Putting on his best calm face, he gets to Flame Stag first, "Representing the Mavericks by carrying the standard of the Coalition itself sounds like quite an honour, Flame Stag. What does the chance to lead your faction, and the standard itself, mean to you?" Next comes Doppler. "With the destruction of the DinoTank and the defection of Red Alert by apparently overcoming the Virus... well, let me ask you, Doctor... are you just a little bit worried?" Please say yes. No games-related question for him. Next up is the demon fellow. "I have no clue who you are..." Chest admits before asking him the question. "What's morale like in the Maverick ranks nowadays with the recent setbacks?" Sure, Chest is obviously on the side of angels, but who can blame him? And now we come to Jav. Chest, as a mild fan of classical music (not like all that hippity-hop crap you punk kids listen to nowadays!!), he blursts out the obvious questions. "Have you blasted gone insane?! What... are you ASKING to become a Maverick?" Hey, did you really expect Chest to hold his temper for even this long?

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Hotstuff Harmony transmits, "So, anyone wanna make out?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "I charge by th'hour."

[Radio: (A) Global] Locrian chokes on his tea, audibly.

[Radio: (A) Global] Ice Man transmits, "...No."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "If I did, it'd only inspire a graphic novel."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "..What the hell?"

[Radio: (A) Global] ??? Gale Sorcerer transmits, "Go to a harbor tabern."

[Radio: (A) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "And yes, I was listening th'whole time."

[Radio: (A) Global] Higure Higsby sputters.

[Radio: (A) Global] Blues transmits, "She doesn't care, Bullet. She'd like that."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Oo! Oo!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Pick me!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "...."

[Radio: (A) Global] Hotstuff Harmony snickers.

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet's radio transmits the sound of scooting away.

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive mocks anger. "FESTE!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste mocks right back. "Oh, Glaive! See, this is what happens when you leave me!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "You Hussy!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I cannot live without your love! The lack of it has driven me into the arms of another!"

 

Dr. Doppler finds it a refreshing change from having the micrphone shoved under his nose, really. He seems to take no offense at the distance. "Minor setbacks," he asserts. "But for now, our attention is on the games, not on war. Shouldn't you be doing the same, hm?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Ice Man transmits, "Ah, young love. How roman--wait, no it's not!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Hmph, do you expect me to trust you again?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet's radio transmits pen on paper. "Note to self. Avoid. Glaive."

[Radio: (A) Global] Burner Man transmits, "What? Greco-roman humping?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Fairy Leviathan transmits, "Now you see why I left you, Glaive. You player."

[Radio: (A) Global] Sage Harpuia transmits, "No loyalty with you hunters."

[Radio: (A) Global] Sage Harpuia, deeply amused.

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste to Bullet: "If you do avoid him, avoid him not because he is a player, but rather because he has tentacles."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Hey, Fairy, you left me for Neo Arcadia! And took Squidworth and my heart."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Because he does, you know."

 

Flame Stag nods slightly at Chest's question, pausing for a moment...thoughtfully, perhaps. "It means a lot to me, Chest," he says earnestly. "We're all here to do our best, in Sigma's name. I'm thankful that I've been able to associate with such a group of warriors and athletes." Of course, he pointedly avoids any reference to the other groups.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I know from experience."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "So does she."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet audibly twitches. "D-don't remind me!"

 

Iris smiles and keeps a polite silence. But her attention is squarely on Dr. Doppler.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "You cad."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Hey! I use them to fight...we were training..."

 

The demon guy, who has actually discarded his demon-face for his real one, which, we might add, is very suspicious human for someone marching with the Mavericks. He smiles at Chest when the GNN mogul approaches him. "Gray," says he, by way of introducing himself. "Morale?" He leans forward, bringing a hand around to waggle his fingers in Chest's face. OO MAVERICK SCARY. "We're all very happy in Berlin. You could be too." And then he waltzes off. Not literally. Just figuratively.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet whimpers. "They were EVERYWHERE... all over me..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "A LIKELY STORY, SIR."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bluecoat T-Rex transmits, "Prostitution is illegal, ma'am. I should throw you in the slammer, but I don't know where you are."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bluecoat T-Rex transmits, "In most countries, that is.."

[Radio: (A) Global] Burner Man transmits, "It's not in my country."

[Radio: (A) Global] Alloy transmits, "You all need to get out more. You /do/ know that, right?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "No. I. Don't."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "That is because your country is full of depraved souls. As for you feste...your SHUT UP!"

 

============================ Players in your Area ============================

Name                Alias   Siz Idl Short Description

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Dr. Doppler         Doppler 4    3m 7' cyborg in a labcoat

Iris                sis     3    2m A l'il red & blue cutie of a reploid fem

Libra               libby   2   38s

Chest               GNN     3    1s Chess piece. Blue. 4' tall. One leg.

Javelin Whitetail   Deer    2    6m You see a DEER. Command?

Gray                Dorian  3    1m Maverick Nancyboy.  In Gray.

Flame Stag          Stag    6    3m 10' deer with flame antlers

========================== Fri Sep 10 21:40:55 2004 ==========================

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Hey, you shut up."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I'm in mourning!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "How dare you talk about Japan that way!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "I was talking about Wily-Africa.."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I'm allowed to say whatever I want and you're not allowed to make me feel bad about it!"

 

Javelin Whitetail rests her chin upon one hand, leaning to the side of the gilt throne, cloak spread out. You can bet she's posing on purpose; nonetheless, it still looks picturesque and a little bit royal. The smile is gone when she speaks, though, and her intense gaze passes over the whole crowd, then to Camera and Chest. "Scans for th'Virus are in contract for me escort. As for myself...well, maybe I have." Smile again, mischevious, but a bit toothy for a deer. "I am a musician. Musicians do anything necessary to create and inspire with their music. /Anything/."

        Then, with a raise of her hand, the sedan chair is carried (a bit quickly) back to her place--once again, between the infected and uninfected stands.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Blues transmits, "All of you shut up or I'll blink you into a rock."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "But the Skull Monument is in Japan..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Burner Man transmits, "I was talking about... YOUR MOM!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet eeps!

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Geeze, Protoman, calm down"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet *crickets chirping*

[Radio: (A) Global] Hotstuff Harmony transmits, "Protoman has the talent of being perfectly calm when he's threatoning you, I don't think that's the problem."

[Radio: (A) Global] Burner Man transmits, "I think he needs to get laid."

 

The Mavericks don't get quite as much applause as the other factions - they're not terribly popular with the civilian aspects of the crowd. But they do get their share, as they return to the stands once more.

            Chairwoman St. Stein smiles into the microphone - her? A favorite faction? impossible. "Maverick Hunters! Please step forward!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Your missing the point, its the fact he is THREATENING us that proves he is mad."

[Radio: (A) Global] Hotstuff Harmony transmits, "Yes, but it's done calmly."

 

Javelin Whitetail has left.

 

Chest snorts and shrugs at Doppler's response. "I'm always keeping my attention on everything, Doctor." he says with a slight smile. At least Doppler, unlike others *cough*Harmony*cough* has some class, and is a genuine pleasure to deal with sometimes. He nods up at Flame Stag. You can really see the patriotism in his eyes. Even if it's for team evil, it's an admirable trait. Chest backs up as he gets a Maverick finger waggled in his face. "Ugh..." he says on the air, shaking his head and scowling. "I think I'll keep my day job," he quips back. To Javelin Whitetail, Chest nods slowly, but it's obvious he still disapproves. "If you're looking to take the Van Gogh route to increasing the worth of your artist, Ms. Whitetail, you're on the right track." he quips.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Blues transmits, "I'm not mad. You're just irritating."

 

Dr. Doppler has left.

Gray has left.

Flame Stag has left.

 

Tesla Lobster has arrived.

Simian Monk has arrived.

Durandal has arrived.

Rock has arrived.

Alloy has arrived.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Not really..."

 

        A massive silver and grey lobster comes down from the Hunter stands, with his claws out to the sides, grinning.

        Tesla Lobster is here, at his very first B&C.

        Calling out, "Come on, hop on!" he folds his arms upward and backward, exposing their backs to the sky. At the moment, he looks more like a table....

 

"Bwah?" Rock blinks, looking up from watching Tesla move down, the flag in his hand in an eyeblink as Durandal shoves it at him. It unfurls gracefully to unveil the Maverick Hunter logo. And then he's rushed by Durandal and Alloy, hefted up like a sack of potatoes. "What, wai--AGH! HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" he threatens, laughing, helmet off, brown hair as charmingly tousled as ever. Rush and Beat follow - the red dog at the carrying Hunters' heels, the blue bird fluttering along behind Rock.

 

Simian Monk quietly moves down the stairs. He looks around, and grins amusedly.

 

Durandal guides along, carrying the legendary Mega Man more or less against his will with the help of several other Hunters. "Whee! Hey...why not? Everyone on Tesla's back!" He darts up the tail, dragging the procession behind him.

            Poise and dignity, indeed!

 

Alloy grins broadly, his own nervousness thankfully forgotten as he and Durandal bear Rock up onto their shoulders. Stepping carefully up onto Tesla's back as the crustacean offers a ride, Alloy wobbles a bit but keeps his balance, holding Rock securely with one arm while he waves with the other, laughing out loud at a comment directed to him over the radio.

 

        Tesla just grunts a bit as Alloy and Duran get up... but he manages to hold them as a 14' foot lobster-bot should!

        Oh, and hoping Mom's watching. He looks and feels -proud-.

 

Chest's camera crews get plenty of good shots of Megaman as he carries the flag and Tesla carries him. Come on now, Megaman's in his irresistable cute-little-kid mode. And for crying out loud, he even brought his pets! "I think we have ourselves a front-page photo right here," Chest says to himself with a smile. GNN's newspapers aren't as well known as the network, but they do exist. The camera does move on, at times, to the others on Tesla's back, including Durandal and Alloy. All aboard the Lobster express?

 

The band strikes up as the Hunters march out, playing 'Fanfare For The Common Man'. The screen plays some amazing moments of the Hunter victories in the past. Mike Eildath crossing the line to win the car race - and moments later, him doing it *again* two years later. A rather heartstring-pulling shot of Air Wraith flying in the air races, from long, long ago. And a shot of ... Bass' face? Which is suddenly interrupted by Rock kicking the Mega Ball right into Bass' face, sending the dark Master stumbling backwards in shock.

            The last one kinda gets a lot of laughs.

 

Rock, despite his sudden hijacking into the role of flagbearer, does justice to the role. Still laughing, the hoisted Hunter lifts the Hunter flag high, waving it overhead. He can't help but look over at the screen as previous Hunter exploits are recalled, and briefly, a sad smile crosses his face at the sight of Air Wraith. It's been a long time...

            But this is now. And now he's riding on the shoulders of two Hunters, while carried around by a third. He smiles deeply now, and lets out a whoop of happiness, flag in one hand and waving with the other.

            Rush barks, and runs ahead, leaping and turning in midair in an exuberant display of happiness. Beat twitters, wings flapping hard, and not to be outdone by the dog, turns a full flip in midair.

 

Durandal holds his balance fairly well despite being giddy with laughter, though it might have something to do with him magnetically clamping his feet to Tesla's backside. "WOOHOO!" He's half tempting to see if he can't get the crowd chanting...

        "THIS IS SO AWESOME!"

 

        Simian Monk grins happily, and with a quick leap of agility, he hops on top of Tesla's back, and he raises his hands into the air. C'mon. You like the monkey. It's Simian! The ever lovable Chinese Monkey.

 

        Actually, to Tesla's claws. He provided a fsking table for you guys on the backs of his claws. But if he can be seen under there? He's grinning widely, but not saying anything... as he walks along.

 

Not as enthusiastically cheerful as Duran or Rock, Alloy still does a good job of enjoying himself in front of such a massive crowd. Laughing at the antics of his compatriots and their dog (and the bird too), Alloy just settles for waving and a few loud whistles as the Hunters' pervious triumphs are put up on the big screen.

 

============================ Players in your Area ============================

Name                Alias   Siz Idl Short Description

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Iris                sis     3    4m A l'il red & blue cutie of a reploid fem

Rock                X       3    7m If You Dunno Who I Am, Why Are You Here?

Libra               libby   2    2m

Chest               GNN     3    0s Chess piece. Blue. 4' tall. One leg.

Tesla Lobster       Tessa   7    5m 14' grey, blue, and silver lobster

Durandal            Duran   3    3m Humaform 'bot in crimson and violet armo

Alloy               Aus     4    4m Just another humanoid Hunter.

Simian Monk         simi    5    1m Big Monkey. Large robe. Monkey.

========================== Fri Sep 10 22:06:15 2004 ==========================

 

Chest gets over to the Hunters, who have conveniently all got themselves clustered close together. How nice! Chest puts the microphone up to Durandal. Chest can't really reach that high, being a short little fella, but it's a high quality microphone, and you twits can bend over for him. "You seem pretty wrapped up in the ceremonies. Are you hopeful the rest of the games will go so well for you and your faction?" To Simian, he asks,

"Will we be seeing a tie-in between your newly opened dojo and the Battle & Chase Games, Simian?" See? The dojo got a plug on GNN. Be happy. For Alloy, he asks a fairly generic question, "What do you think your chances of of claiming a medal for the Hunters?" Chest pauses to even give Rush and Beat their say (awww, how cute) before getting to Rock. "Tell us, Megaman... how glad are ya to be out of retirement?" Finally, we have Tesla, and Chest has only one question for her: "What's it like being ridden by four Hunters and two of their pets at the same time?"

 

HIM! ;_; TESLA IS A HIM!

 

        Simian Monk shakes his head, "Unfortunately, I do not feel as my students have enough experience in what I wish to teach them, for them to properly represent the Wise Monk dojo. They are gifted students, but they need their talents honed into the true potential each and every one of them has," Simian smiles serenely.

 

Alloy, being a pretty obscure face in the Hunters, wasn't expecting a specific question from Chest. Shrugging light-heartedly, he says, "First time competitor, in a first-time event. I'm hoping for beginner's luck, so...I s'pose a one in four."

 

As Chest passes the microphone around the clustered Hunters, Rush barks repeatedly into the receiver. "RUFF! Ruff raff ruff wuff arf!" he announces to the world, stubby little tail wagging in unrestrained glee, tongue lolling out of the side of his muzzle, ears pricked and eyes bright. The little blue bird, Beat - he whistles a flurry of cheerful notes, sweetly melodic: "o/` o/~ o/` o/~ o/~ o/`!"

 

Rock leans forward, and quirks a grin at the cameras. "As much as I wish I didn't have to come out of retirement - it's good to be back." And then the Hunter flag smacks him in the face, thanks to a sudden gust of wind in the other direction.

 

*twak*

Wise Monk=Wise Monkey*

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "Hee hee. They're all so cute out AAACK"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "*bzzzt*"

 

Durandal grins broadly. "I sure do! We have a lot of Hunters entering the games for the first time this year, so it's gonna be our time to show the world what we can do!" He's leaning about as far forwards as he can without dropping Rock. And even now it's a bit precarious. "Also, hiiiiiiiii Sonata! Love ya!"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Ice Man transmits, "What was that?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Split Mushroom transmits, "It was not candy...that it was certainly not!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I don't know. But you know what?"

 

        Tesla's reply? In a male voice, no less? "What's it like?" He grunts, but it's clear to see he's grinning. Widely. "I'm just happy to be here, this is my first Battle and Chase, at all." He pauses again to hold up the others, then says, "Oh, and before I forget?" he half shouts this one. "HI MOM!" and looks right at Sewa with a smile.

 

Rock BLINKS at Durandal's pronouncement. "Wait, whaddya mean, 'hiiiiiiiii Sonata! Love ya!'?" he asks, eyes narrowing protectively like an older brother as the Hunter contingent moves off up into the stands.

 

Blues has arrived.

Bullet has arrived.

 

DUN DUN DUN.

 

Chest replies to Simian as the Hunters head off. "Of course, you /yourself/, as the fella in charge there, will be representing your dojo, no doubt." Chest forces a smile as Rock's pets all get in their tweets and barks. Chest shall be having a discussion later with his lawyers later on whether GNN can claim fair-use of that little melody of Beat's and use it in their programs. "Megaman," Chest says, "Believe me, we're all a lot more glad to have you back than you are." Well, except for team evil, of course. The GNN boss lets Durandal get his shout-outs to Sonata and nods, "You heard it here first, folks - new Hunter recruits are being trained here at the games! And remember, GNN has the exclusive coverage!" To Tesla, who I am told is totally not a chick, Chest chuckles, "Well good luck to you."

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste, sadly: "You're supposed to prompt me."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "But whaaaat?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I'm lonely."

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Awww!!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Ice Man transmits, "Ah, young love. How roman--wait, I already said that."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "You did, and it's even more inappropriate now."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "...heywait."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Daryn?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Isn't it?"

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn transmits, "Yes, dear?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Why, it's been ages."

 

        Tesla grins, giving a thank you, and continues on! He seems to

really like doing this.

 

Durandal looks up at Rock with a worried expression, who seems to be turning an unhealthy shade of color. "...uh, Rock...?" He pokes at him with his free date. *poitpoit* "You gonna be okay there?"

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "Daryn, himself, 'tis? Been awh*GHZZT*"

 

Rock's looking a little shaken at the moment, cheeks bright, bright red. And he's making this weird noise: 'gh! gh! gh!' as if he can't breathe. It's kind of funny, really, even moreso because the Hunter flag keeps fluttering around him, and into his face from time to time.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "That's what I-- oh dear."

[Radio: (A) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Javelin?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Deer?"

 

On the other side of Rock, Alloy facepalms for a moment, shaking his head slightly and chuckling fitfully. Rock /would/ find out about his sister dating another Hunter on international television, wouldn't he?

 

And, naturally, Rock's adorably embarassing moments are captured on camera for the whole world to see! Geez, is Megaman the cutest hero since Bumblebee or what? As the next group readies itself for the parade, the camera crews once more focus on the crowd. You can see the Unclean section with all those infected Mavericks, and all the other groups. One shot features Javelin Whitetail as she departs the arena. She's being carried by her boy-toy stags. One of her legs is twitching, and is evidently still being rebuilt. But at least there's no doubt that she'll be fine.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Skull Man laughs.

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...What the...how'd she get so injured?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "You didn't see the news?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "No."

[Radio: (A) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "Skull Man attempted to murder her."

[Radio: (A) Global] Skull Man transmits, "Murder? Pfft."

[Radio: (A) Global] Skull Man transmits, "I merely sought entertainment."

 

o/` o/` o/` ... o/` o/`

            A whistle pierces through the noise of the crowd and whatever announcers may be present. A flash of red light within the direct line of sight of the camera pointed at the now-unlit torch. Protoman is standing there, clad in his codebreaker armor, though missing his helmet, his left arm held out, dangling Bullet over the ground by the flight cylinders on his back... but before he flips off the world.

            "I'm a bit early this year, but I guess it's better early than never. I brought this J-Pop Idol here to ... 'entertain' you when I leave, but I expect she'll just do something to get back at me and then fly off. Or try to kill me. I'm not sure which. But I really don't care at this point, because it was a spur-of-the-moment thing." Protoman says, coughing slightly.

            "I would just like the world to know that I hate you all equally, and that the @^#$ers out there in the stands that just hit on my sister are going to be neutered if I figure out who it was."

            With this, Protoman brings up his right hand to flip off the entire world.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "And there he is...."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Hmm...well, I am confused. I don't know rather to shake his hand or stab him. Sure, I hate attempted murder...but I also hate Traitors."

 

        Bullet dangles from Protoman's hands, staring out at the crowd, wide eyed. With the sort of expression you'd expect to see on a possum right before the sixteen wheeler mows it down. Eyes wide.

 

        ".... J-Pop Idol? Entertain them?!" she gasps incredulously at Protoman, staring at him, still dangling from one hand.

        And then, twitching slightly: "Spur of the moment thing, huh? Well then! One good turn deserves another, -sweetheart-."

        Bullet squirms in Blues' grip, turning towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

        She gives him a quick smootch on the cheek, with a little explosion of pink shimmering energy hearts all around.

        And then she cheerfully waves to the crowd, as if nothing was wrong.

 

Blues glances over towards Bullet immediately after this, frowning, "Fine then. You can fly home." He says, jerking away, and blinking out of sight.

 

        The entire tree of Hunters begins to shake as Tesla snortsnickerLAUGHS!

 

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn has been stunned silent by something. His brain takes some time to reboot.

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Oh, you hate attempted murder, do you?"

 

        Bullet bows, politely, before blinking away in a shimmer of pink light.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Elec Man transmits, "THAT'S GOING IN THE PHOTO ALBUM, BABY!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Er...just a second...brain needs to reboot."

 

Rock facepalms. And sighs. "Aw man. Only my brother wo--hey! Hey! Be careful, Tesla!" he calls out as he, the top of the tree, starts to wobble precariously.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Skull Man transmits, "There's a difference, after all."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Daryn, did you slip a cog, my dear?"

 

Simian Monk holds his own, as Tesla laughs.

 

Bullet has left.

Blues has left.

Alloy has left.

Rock has left.

 

Chairwoman St. Stein sighs deeply. "He always shows up at the worst times. Damn that Protoman." She stops to clear her throat for a moment, then announces, "Neo-Arcadia, please step forward!"

 

        The lobster at least manages not to topple them, as he heads back to the stands.

 

Tesla Lobster has left.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] A random guy transmits: "OH MY GOD, IT'S -HER-!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste SIGHS.

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn transmits, "No no, I..mean, someone...did the...thing...and."

 

Sage Harpuia arrives from the Sky Above Western Canada.

Sage Harpuia has arrived.

 

Fairy Leviathan has arrived.

Sage Harpuia drops Fairy Leviathan.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn sigh. yes.

[Radio: (A) Global] Another guy transmits: "BULLET! YOU'VE COME BACK TO US!"

 

Chest smacks Camera one with his hand, "Look alive! I TOLD you it'd happen again!" he hisses at the drone. Camera beeps and whirls about, focusing up close to Protoman near the Battle & Chase Olympic torch. There's a perfect shot of Protoman giving the bird to everyone on the planet. Remember Chest's earlier decision not to show Cut Man's dumbassery? Well Protoman's an exception because he's just. That. Damn. Good. There's also good shots of the dangling Bullet. Chest's jaw drops at the kiss. "..." Chest narrates, summing up the opinion of the world.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn SCREAMS IN HORROR!!!

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I knew this would end up being inappropriate for nine-year-olds."

 

Durandal has left.

Simian Monk has left.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn transmits, "NO!!! NO!!! NOT HER!!!!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Yet another guy: "... She kissed him! NOOOO! She was supposed to be MY GIRLFIEND!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Protoman, when I have to expl..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Daryn. /Daryn./"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Actually...I hate people trying to murder others...and of course those that suceed too...but then again, I REALLY don't like the deer."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Get ahold of yourself, man!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "...Bullet...Bullet...Bullet...."

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "Why's that name familiar?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Crash man, get Number man to tell you. I am sure he knows."

[Radio: (A) Global] Random guy: "I still have your comics Bullet, will you sign them?!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Dust Man transmits, "..Wait. I know her.."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Given he has the worlds largest depository of porn."

[Radio: (A) Global] Dust Man transmits, "..NOW I REMEMBER YOU!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Techno whistles.

[Radio: (A) Global] Techno transmits, "Good job, Dust Man. Good job."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Aaaaaugh."

 

When the call for the Neo-Arcadia procession, for the time being, it might seem only /Milan/ of all people. However, a scream is heard through the air. Not a scream of a human, by any chance. It's the scream of wind whipping past a falling object, a blur of motion not unlike watching someone like, Quick Man, at full velocity from a distance. There could be another scream, a more human scream. Is it pain, or fright? It could be.. but it's likely /not/, as the flag-bearers for the the country of Aztlan, represented by Neo-Arcadia seem to be arriving..

 

From only orbital height, at nigh critical velocity. It's almost insane to watch, but by the descent, it appears to be a single figure, wreathed in crimson electricity. A trail of which goes to either side, creating stylized trails that look like wings of an angel.. or death, it's hard to truly tell which is which. Whoever likes to simply parachute into a place like this has just been one-upped, in reality, whoever is at the controls of this looks like they're about to crash with horrifying velocity..

            .. until it stops, abruptly. The electricty, harmless once it is ground down towards the ground, makes a reounding *CRACKBOOM*, as if thunder itself just struck in the form of the green and white-armored man, who /almost/ looks like a Reploid at the start. Either way, the thunder trails, eletricty arcing, snapping around the Guardian, making for one HELL of a flashy entrance. Sage Harpuia, Guardian Commander of the Skies, has arrived, the flag of Neo-Arcadia being held by Fairy Leviathan...

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Dust Man transmits, "I have her action figure."

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn CRIES, "HELP ME FESTE!!!!!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "Action fig..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "OH! I've shot her a few times in the past, /that's/ it!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...And the new guys this year have to enter all flashy..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Well, Daryn, where are you?"

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn transmits, "I don't know! I hear voices, voices of fanboys!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I can come help you!... after... hm... fanboys, hm."

 

Chest perks up, recovering from the Blues/Bullet situation with a shake of his head. "Ah, the robot haters. This'll be interesting," Chest comments off the air. Camera focuses on Milan, the sole Neo-Arcadian to- ok, spoke too soon. It's a credit to the drone's speed that Camera manages to capture Sage's lightning quick-entrance. "Bonus points for an entrance, I suppose," Chest adds to himself.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Fanboys are his weakness? Why didn't I think of that."

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "...damn! I'm sorry, Daryn!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "I cut off my ponytail and am now powerless against fanboys."

[Radio: (A) Global] Techno transmits, "Fanboys?"

 

The great screen doesn't show any footage of past Neo-Arcadian victories at Battle and Chase. They don't have any. It instead just shows pictures of Elpizo giving speeches before a great crowd, a couple of action shots of the Guardians, and Milan screaming and flailing wildly. What? They're short on stock footage.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] The Book of Daryn cri..."Wait. you did?"

 

        Fairy Leviathan gracefully touches down on her high-heeled boots, holding the flag of Neo Arcadia high: A jet black flag, sporting a crimson triangle, inset with a silver greek omega insignia. Holding it high, proudly in one hand, Leviathan waves with the other hand, blowing kisses to the crowd, and giving the camera a sly wink.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste mumbles. "Well, yes."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "I'm going to KILL HIM."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "... When I find him, that is!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Feste transmits, "Yeah, uh, good luck with that."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "HE HAS TO COME BACK HERE SOME TIME!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "Hey, you. Are you that 'Bullet' people are talking about."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Actually...no he doesn't."

[Radio: (A) Global] Ice Man transmits, "Do you really have to kill him? I mean, can't we all just...get along?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "No."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "...."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "I am... yes..."

 

Milan has arrived.

 

Milan, for the record, is not screaming and flailiny wildly on screen, because he's fallen asleep in the stands! :( You bastards.

 

Milan has left.

 

There isn't smug arrogance on the Guardian's face, the engines cutting down gradually to allow the emerald-eyed hawk of a Guardian to touch down gently behind Leviathan. The look of simple pride, for one representing one's nation is etched into the eyes of Sage. One would notice he hasn't the look of a preternal child as much anymore as he follows after Fairy Leviathan, his wings kipping slightly, as if they were very extensions of his body, a solemn look on his face.

 

In the background, all the same, 'Twilight of the New Gods' by Wagner is being played to compliment the procession.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "'kay. About yay high, silvery look going on, nice tight rear, and not so good at English?"

 

        Leviathan waves to the crowd, smiling pleasantly, coyly, as the flag is held aloft and grandly. She doesn't march so much as she saunters. Hard not to in those boots. Her stride is, still, professional and crisply military.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "I speak perfect Engli-- ... Tight rear?!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Rush Raccoon  ughs. "Ya know....I have missing social ettiquite routines..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Techno snickers, "Yeah, in the cartoon, it was funny."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet audibly twitches.

[Radio: (A) Global] Rush Raccoon transmits, "And even I KNOW thats rude to say to a lady of any caliber."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Yeah, until you start attacking. Then your english becomes....well..."

[Radio: (A) Global] Mimos transmits, "You know, I'm shiny, silver and short, but nobody says that about /me/."

[Radio: (A) Global] Techno transmits, "Yeah, but your not famous. Big diff."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Well that is because you're ugly."

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "Hey, just answer the question, please. I'm trying to figure something out here."

[Radio: (A) Global] Mimos transmits, "That's okay, you're stupid, Stupid."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "I can't help how I speak when I attack, that was programmed in!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Oooo...nice come back. Why not just use a lame: yo mo'ma joke?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Mimos transmits, "I've been calling you Stupid for months ever since you crashed a Taco Bell. I'm not going to stop now. Plus, I don't have anything against your mother."

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "Yeah...one of those old Japanese 'Defender' robots, right?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet sighs miserably. "Yes. I have silver hair, silver and black armor..." she replies.

[Radio: (A) Global] Mimos transmits, "You have hair? I want hair!"

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "'kay, that's what I thought. Didn't I kill you?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Hey...it was either the ground or the building. I think the better choice was the ground..anyway, the controls were...melted."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet, again, miserable. "Yes, I was a Japanese defender robot...."

 

Chest approaches each Neo-Arcadian one at a time. He doesn't know a whole lot about them, but what can ya do? Thus, Chest asks Milan and Leviathan at the same time with the same question: "As this is Neo-Arcadia's first Battle & Chase game, how important do you think it is for you all to put in a good showing? I mean... if you guys got slaughtered out there... people might start to wonder if you have what it takes. Comments?" This way he can get two inputs on it. Sage, however, gets another, "So... uh... what's your opinion on never harming innocent reporters that are just doing their job?" he asks.

 

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Hey...according to his comic...you did not just kill her.."

[Radio: (A) Global] Mimos transmits, "Well, you're still stupid."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "Your still ugly."

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "...no, I mean in real life, you squidbrain."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "You should see the comic...then again, knowing you I would probably regret doing that."

[Radio: (A) Global] Bullet transmits, "... Glaive. You're READING ONE OF THOSE THINGS?"

[Radio: (A) Global] Crash Man transmits, "'cuz I definately killed a Defender that was all silver and stuff with a nice rear and poor English skills."

[Radio: (A) Global] Glaive transmits, "I just found it.."

 

Frequency a is now gagged.

 

        Leviathan replies, in a cool, pleasant tone. Perhaps sultry. "We'll certainly do our best. After all, we have a fine assortment of competetors to try our hand against. It's both and honor and a privilege to match skills against the finest these organizations have to offer. Win or lose, it is, after all, just a game, and we should all take time to enjoy the spirit intended behind it." She faces the camera, and chuckles. "And Jet Stingray... I'll be looking forward to that water race."

 

Chest is afforded a brief look, betraying neither apathy nor contentment. "Reporters are something my weapons would never be raised against. After all, history must be recorded in some way, musn't it, Chest?" Harpuia seems almost serene, though it's taking a precise amount of concentration to prevent the muscle spasms near his face from being visible at any regard. "I look forward, myself, to matching blades with others in the fencing competition, not to mention racing others in the aerial and foot races, after all."

 

Chest smirks as Leviathan calls Jet Stingray out. Ah, if only there was a reporter nearby to get Jet's response. But no, we don't want this to turn into the WWF. "Good luck to you, then." he tells Leviathan. And now for Sage. "Well, I know I for one am very happy to hear that, Sage. Freedom of the press is indeed a vital part of what keeps this world ticking... such as it is. Good luck to you and the rest of the Neo-Arcadians in the games."

 

As the Neo-Arcadians parade off, with really dirty looks from the Maverick contingent, Chairwoman St. Stein leans to the microphone again. "Interpol and the United Nations! Please step forward!"

 

Fairy Leviathan has left.

Sage Harpuia has left.

 

Bridgit Cascio has arrived.

Dr. Sarah Fairchild has arrived.

Higure Higsby has arrived.

Cassilda Coriolis has arrived.

 

Aha! The moment is nigh! Cassilda stands up and hurries out of the stand, her wings fluttering visibly and quite possibly thwapping an Interpoller or two on her way. But they aren't to the point of humming; really, it's just eagerness.

            She straightens once she's out of the stands, though, lifting up the flag of Interpol and staring straight ahead. There's a snapping noise in midair followed by the slow unfurling of the flag as the electricity that she's sending through the copper wiring coiled around the nonconductive flagpole goes up and turns on electromagnets; the UN symbol with its sword-and-scales is revealed, not flapping in the breeze. She begins to march forwards, heels clicking on the pavement, glancing only once behind herself... and then taking a deep breath, and starting to look very intent.

            And there's another snapping noise, like static electricity discharging. More electricity, apparently, being put into the flagpole - but to what end?

 

Chest's camera crews continue to view the crowd. Repliforce section, Hunter section (maybe get another glimpse of poor Megaman), the Maverick section, and the civilian section. Here at the end there's, accidently, a quick glance at someone holding up a sign that reads "PUT THEM IN A DEATH CAMP, VILE!" The camera quickly changes to a shot of something else, however. Once the UN and Interpolians (ha ha) take to the parade route, GNN focuses on them. There's some good shots of Cassilda and the Interpol standard.

 

And as Interpol is called forth, Sarah smiles, breathes deeply - and stands, striding with a sure step toward the field. She is accompanied by a fair few members of Interpol involved in the games, the proud soldiers of Interpol standing tall as they march down to assume a formation, Cassilda taking her rightful point position as flagbearer. Sarah stands just behind Cassilda. The formation is unusual - there's a big hole in the middle of it. Somewhat more common for this proceeding, however, is the bronze medal hanging around Director Fairchild's neck, her prize from the Shootout competition at the last games. The formation marches a good deal of the way around the stadium...then Sarah calls loudly: "COMPANY, HALT!" And the formation stops dead.

 

And above the celebration, this happy exaltation of unity and this world that all here have helped create, an aircraft passes above, bright and bold in the colors of Interpol. Perhaps this would not be so much of a big deal, if something was not pushed out of the back, a large brown cardboard box shoved out of the back of the aircraft and plummeting towards the ground, specifically targeted for the center of the Interpol division. A parachute deploys from the back of the parcel as it falls to the ground, slowing its descent as it lands where it ought to, albeit a bit roughly.

 

When the rest of Interpol gets up, Higsby stays seated for a few seconds. Then his head lifts. His eyes almost become visible with the surprise, and he rockets to his feet, hastily stuffing the robotic part he was working on in his pocket, along with tools. Then he takes a rag from the back pocket of his pants, wipes as much of the grease off as possible (which is most of it) and tucks it back unseen in his pocket. Stumbling at first, but eventually regaining stability, he hurries to catch up with the other Interpollers.

 

The crackling and humming of Cassilda's bizarre contraption makes Bridgit swear softly, mid-step as she follows along the 'standard bearer'. The redhead, primly dressed in a dress uniform complete with SKIRT AND HIGH HEELS wtf, comes to a halt as Sarah orders it. And quietly clutches a pair of sunglasses, looking down at them curiously. The Enforcement Commander mutters a little, and shifts from foot to foot.

 

The screen plays on Interpol's greatest past victories - unlike Neo-Arcadia, while Interpol wasn't a proper independent group before, they did have members who were in the games. Among the scenes that are featured are Gabriel/Resonance sweeping across the finish line in the foot race, and a strange little jeep, piloted by Bridgit Cascio, roaring across the finish line to win last year's car race.

 

And after allowing a few moments for people to boggle at the unusual airdrop, Sarah barks, "Company, SPLIT!"

 

An unusual command but it's followed: The square-like formation of Interpol personnel splits in half around the box, clearing a path from the outside of the formation to the box. Sarah grins broadly, and barks another command. "SUNGLASSES!!"

 

And again the order is followed: the company of Interpol officers, Sarah included, all whip midnight-black sunglasses from pockets of their uniforms, donning them. And finally, Sarah's bronze glinting brightly in what light there is, one last cry rents the air:

            "COMMENCE OPERATION!!"

 

Bridgit Cascio blinks at the order, and quickly slaps the sunglasses on over her existing glasses with a clatter of plastic on wire frame. Apparently the new Director wants to make a splash. "Oh, @*(&."

 

Higure Higsby takes out one of those neat little clip things from his hair, clipping them on over his own glasses. Then he smiles, just like a smiling Higsby.

 

Edward Hampton has arrived.

Cardboard Box <Box> drops Ed's Custom Hoverbike <Q Division>.

 

A box? What is a box doing here, people would say. Why a box?

 

From within, the sounds of a clean electric guitar playing resonates, playing an old, old song from a popular TV and movie series from a long time ago... The theme song to Mission: Impossible. The sound of a hoverbike engine revving begins to accompany the music as it grows louder... And then with a crescendo of roaring engine and guitar distortion as the music accelerates into a driving beat, a blur of blue EXPLODES from the box, punching outwards with Excessive Force (TM).

            Edward Hampton, clad in his uniform, with blue bandanna fluttering in the night air and wearing sunglasses, shoots forward, a pole beginning to expand from the back of the bike into the air as it leaves the box. The pole finishes expanding to its full length, the end unfurling into a second Interpol flag (smaller than Cassilda's, however), except this one has 'INTERPOL RULES' embroidered around the Interpol insignia in gold. The music continues to blast out at high volume, the hoverbike clearly having a high-powered sound system installed as it swerves forward, spinning into a circle... And then rearing back in a hoverwheelie. panels on the side open, revealing rocket launchers which extend out... And fire into the sky, loading rapidly and firing again as Ed works to hold the bike as steady as possible.

 

The rockets arc into the sky high above, and explode, detonating into a fireworks display, fountains of light and flame forming a a burning Interpol insignia high in the air, as Ed finally lets the bike slam down, the launchers closing back into the bike just at the music begins to end.

 

Cassilda Coriolis brandishes the flagpole, lifting it high up! "Nngh..." There's a crackle around her, and a few more snaps of electricity, an actual small fork or two arcing out to spark on the concrete. And once more, this time almost a boom of thunder, as the current flows up from her hands and into the flagpole... and a light begins to bloom in the center of the Interpol flag.

 

And it blossoms out into a display, like the aurora borealis come early and incredibly intensely. The lights seem to feature more blue and silver than is traditional for the northern lights, but then, they're produced by holograms rather than by the solar wind. And the intensity grows - the lights casting crazy and sharp shadows on everything in the area, Cassilda's eyes squeezing shut as she holds the pole stock still.

 

Soon, it gets to the point where eyes might start hurting - the play of coruscating colors beautiful but painful to look at, like a hallucination that simply /won't go away/. And then there's a sudden spark from the flag - and something falls to the concrete with a metallic "thump", and the lightshow vanishes. Although it will linger in the eyes of the unprepared, possibly for days.

 

Cassilda wobbles, slightly. "Ka," she manages to say, before turning her head to look at Sarah, as if for permission to keel over.

 

============================ Players in your Area ============================

Name                Alias   Siz Idl Short Description

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Iris                sis     3   42s A l'il red & blue cutie of a reploid fem

Libra               libby   2    6m

Higure Higsby       Higgles 3    1m

Chest               GNN     3    1s Chess piece. Blue. 4' tall. One leg.

Bridgit Cascio      Bri     3    1m Red-haired firecracker Interpoller.

Edward Hampton      Ed      3    2m Male Caucasian, 6'2", black hair, medium

Cassilda Coriolis   Cass    3   10s Perky and green with wings!

Dr. Sarah Fairchild DOOM    3    5s

========================== Fri Sep 10 23:06:09 2004 ==========================

 

The music convienently ends right at the end of the lightshow.

 

Chest approaches those from Interpol in the parade once their rather impressive little demonstration is finished. Camera focuses up on the aircraft dropping the package into the Interpol detachment. Chest can't help but wonder what the sunglasses are for. Thankfully, the GNN boss is already equiped with a pair of stylin' shades. Camera whistles as Edward is blasted from the box to the tune of Mission Impossible while prouding displaying the INTERPOL RULES flag. Chest arches an optical ridge. Yikes. Time for the interviews. He gets to Sarah first. "Wow..." he says, genuinely impressed. "You people should be teaching Repliforce about troop marches. I suppose it proves Interpol's dedication to teamwork... do you think it'll translate to a good year in the games?" Next, Chest approaches Edward Hampton, "Who in the blazes thought up THAT crazy idea? Just out of curiously... how long have you boys and girls been training for that stunt? I mean... you just got blasted out of a /box/." To Higsby, he asks, "With the UN in trouble... well, I don't mean to ask a politcal question here at the games... but what exactly is Interpol planning?" Not that he'll get much info, most likely. To Cassilda, Chest asks the obvious question. "Are... are you feeling alright, Ms?" Chest moves on to Bridgit, "I feel I need to ask you the same question as I did Higsby... what's Interpol planning to do with the UN in tatters and governments falling apart all over? Some rumours say you'll be absorbed into Repliforce. Any truth to this?"

 

Edward Hampton chuckles as he pulls the bike into the formation with everyone else. "The Director wanted something showy, so we slammed this together in about three hours. We kept it a surprise to most of them, but we're organized, so they follow the Director's orders. This is cake compared to the stuff we face out there every day." With one hand, he points into the dark horizon, and then smirks. "Besides, I'm good with handling boxes."

 

Higure Higsby smiles at Chest, looking positively mysterious in his glasses. He leans down slightly to him, and taps the side of his nose a few times. "Sore wa... himitsu desu, huh!" And before you start, he's half Japanese. He's fully within his rights to say that.

 

Sarah grins broadly. She's a little worried about Cass, but --best not to let it show too much in froont of the camera, not yet anyway. Sarah doffs the sunglasses as she speaks. jamming them in a pocket. "I do, absolutely. This organization has got to be the best group of men and women on the planet...and we'll prove it in the games just like we proved it today." So saying, though, Sarah slips toward Cass, murmuring, "You alright?"

 

Cassilda Coriolis straightens up with visible effort. "I'll be alright," she says, although not with her usual cheeriness and vigor. And she looks at the camera! And says hastily, "Hi Artemisbelladonademetereolanthefreyagalatea!" Before beaming, and then propping herself up with the flagpole.

 

Bridgit Cascio just looks at Chest with a rather irritated blink, the sunglasses off her nose and back in her hand. "God, you want freakin' political commentary? I've got a car to go tune up an' win the car races with, so I'll make this th' Cliff Notes version: We ain't joinin' anyone. We didn't get jerked around by a @*(&ing dark organization an' its cronies, calm down riots in Seoul /and/ have our dinosaur eat a @*(&ing head not t'stand on our own two feet." She glares at Chest - then glares at the camera, green eyes sharp before she stalks off, firing over her shoulder: "We're us. We're Interpol. Just try an' stop us."

 

Dr. Sarah Fairchild has left.

Bridgit Cascio has left.

Higure Higsby has left.

Edward Hampton has left.

 

As the last of the large groups makes their way off the field, Chairwoman St. Stein glances at her watch. Uh oh, they're running a bit long. Better cut to the chase before the entire audience falls asleep. "Thank you all! And these are only a few of the competitors in this year's games - we haven't had time to show many of the other independent groups who have joined in to make this a success!"

 

Behind the stage, the giant screen lowers down again, into the water and revealing the full size of the torch tower again. "And now, the moment everyone has been waiting for!" The Chairwoman moves off to the side, as dramatic music starts to play - and the spotlights focus down the track in preparation for the approach of the torch...

 

Cassilda Coriolis has left.

 

Decked out in a fancy black dress and a sparkling diamond necklace for the occasion, the very lovely Repliforce communications officer, Iris, approaches the torch with a special long lighter in hand for the task. "Thank you so much, Ms. St. Stein, for this amazing, unforgettable opportunity," she says gratefully, smiling warmly toward the general

sirection of the stands before turning back to the torch and becoming more solemn. "I'd just like to say a few words...this isn't a convocation, because I realize and respect that everyone has different personal beliefs. But I'd like to take a moment to dedicate this lighting. At this time, I'd like to ask for a brief moment of respectful silence. Thank you for your cooperation."

            Iris then pauses momentarily as the stands quiet down, and she closes her eyes. After another moment's pause, she begins speaking slowly: "For those who came before us and are no longer with us, let's remember their brave sacrifices. For those friends and colleagues we hold dear, let's be thankful for their continued presence in our lives. For the sake of the next generation, let's all work together and put aside selfish wants and personal differences in order to create a more sustainable future for this planet. And for the mutual success of /all/ factions, united at last under one competition...the annual games of the Battle and Chase."

            "In the /true/ spirit of these Battle and Chase games, may the torch burn bright...for a lasting peace."

            Iris then opens her eyes, and leans forward with the lighter, igniting the large torch with a sudden bright blaze of fire. "Let the games...begin!"

            The little lighter flickers for just a moment - before there is a MASSIVE explosion. The torch's flame ignites, leaping ten feet straight up in a volanic eruption of fire, visible for miles in the night and reflecting even more off the lightly rippling waters of the bay.

            The games have begun!

 

Chairwoman St. Stein applauds, stepping up to the podium again. "Thank you, Iris! Thank you all!"

 

Chest arches his brow. "'Three hours'?" he echoes in disbelief. "Damn impressive stuff." The GNN boss peers at Higure, and then glances at Camera as if to ask the drone whether it managed to catch any of that. Finally Chest just smiles and nods at Higsby. "Yeah... sure." To Sarah, Chest nods in between wary glances in Cassilda's direction. "Good luck to you and the rest of Interpol, on and off the field. And, ah... make sure she's alright, willya?" he jerks a thumb in Cassilda's direction. To Bridgit, Chest smirks, not backing down from the swear words - which get bleeped, of course. "Somehow I have the feeling Wily and Sigma are going to be taking you up on your offer, Miss." he quips back. Camera and Chest then refocus back on Chairwoman St. Stein. Camera zooms in close on both her and the track leading to the torch. GNN switches to the track once Iris apears with the lighter, making her way to the torch. Chest finds himself nodding at her words, and even claps loudly as the torch is lit, signaling the beginning of the 2217 Battle & Chase Games!

 

The Chairwoman applauds a bit more, and then solemnly states into the microphone - "This concludes the Opening Ceremonnies for the 2217 Battle and Chase games. I wish all of our competitors good luck in their matches, and may the best man, woman or... thing win!" Damn that political correctness.