Meeting & Peacock Aftermath

September 12th, 2007.

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Message: 13/48 Posted Author

Request Wed Sep 12 Web Spider

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Text From Web Spider. Priority to All Repliforce Members.

Cyber Peacock is to be kept heavily sedated and at bare necessary levels of systems function to keep him alive. Full jamming and blink shielding is to be active at his location to avoid any attempts to uplink to nearby technology or beam himself elsewhere in holographic form. If at any time it appears he has bypassed these measures, lethal force is advised. Remember, Safety First!

The Rest of the Message Holds the Following Security Locks: Repliforce Only, Rank 5+. Berkana is granted access as well.

Sadly, time is short. The Mavericks will be along for Cyber Peacock one way or another; I've already placed the false information putting his location at our Aleutian Base, but that won't fool them forever. If they don't, the U.S. Government will demand he be extradited into their care as soon as they have their wits together, and we cannot stall them long.

I want to begin a full datamining of his neural network immediatly. I understand this violates our Code of Ethics and Reploid Rights. But I see no other alternative to gain necessary information before he is lost to us. If brought concious in any way, shape, or form for traditional interrogation, he becomes a risk to security that I advise heavily against due to his abilities and expertise.

-Seargent Web Spider, Repliforce Intelligence & Security

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Group: Repliforce

Title: Re: Ethics et al

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Although General, Colonel, or Commander Spider may of course overrule this, the request to datamine Cyber Peacock's neural network is denied. We cannot violate our own code of ethics merely because it is convenient to do so.

Commander Storm Owl, Commanding Fortress V, Central Europe

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From: Request Database (owner: Cygnus)

Date: Tue Sep 11 22:40:00 2007 Folder: 0 Message: 79

Status: Read

Subject: Request: USicans and Their Secrets

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Subject: USicans and Their Secrets

Summary: Butterball wishes to know the following:

1. How did the Americans find out about the RII's location, and why didn't they alert Repliforce?

2. How did the Americans find out about Cyber Peacock's location, and why didn't they alert Repliforce?

3. What are the capabilities and backstory of the space elevator's death ray? IE, why was it originally built, how did they get the tech, how did they do this all secret like without word getting out, etc.

He is going through official channels and the like. Where before Owl has asked questions like this he was doing whatever it takes to avoid offending anyone, but this time in regards to 1 and 2 he makes it clear that Repliforce needs and deserves an answer. Repliforce needs to know they can trust their allies and employers.

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From: Leo

Date: Wed Sep 12 13:06:19 2007 Folder: 0 Message: 80

Status: Unread

Subject: Pentagon Papers

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(Substitute "the Mavericks" for "the Americans".)

The Pentagon answers Storm Owl's inquiries with their usual openness and honesty. This is to say "with as little detail as possible", as despite your claims that Repliforce "deserves" an answer, Repliforce is a military contractor and not The Government, and has no legal ability to put coercive force on them.

The Pentagon was able to locate the Raptor II in orbit through its connections onto the global network grid. They'd been tracking it for months, trying to lock in exactly where it was, and apparently made a well-guessed shot. They felt no obligation to tell Repliforce anything about it, as they trust you guys about as far as Thackery can throw Frost Walrus. The general opinion of Repliforce among the world's governments is that information leaks out of Repliforce like a sieve.

The Pentagon located Cyber Peacock because he made a grievous tactical error. He sent a signal into the Capital building, and the sensors that litter the building were able to start triangulating his signal. They got enough of a lead to know what direction he was in. Cyber would have gotten away if he hadn't started taunting on the joint frequency. CENTCOM locked in on him as he went through the repeater and the strike was ordered immediately. They probably would have told Repliforce if it wasn't something they were capable of handling immediately.

The Pentagon tells you nothing about the "Big Gun" except that they originally made it as an answer to Eurasia's threats of orbital strikes against terrestrial targets, as well as a deterrent against alien invasions. The weapon is not restricted by any of the WMD agreements America is allegedly supposed to obey. You've likely had at least some version of this discussion before, as the Americans used the weapon to blast Ra Moon's flying saucer as it began to plunge toward the Earth.

The Pentagon is already getting bitched at by the rest of the planet for having the refraction dish in the same Lagrange point as Eurasia, but they've likely already moved it to keep it from being targeted in a follow-up strike. They claim the Big Gun is a defensive weapon necessary in a world where terrorist groups have giant spaceships that can strike multiple targets from orbit.

Repliforce's monthly funding allotment is wired along with the Pentagon's answer.

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Fortress V - Ready Room

A large table and holographic monitors fill the ready room of the Fortress V, a place for Repliforces to get together and plan their next moves. The holographic projectors can fill the room with any needed image, the inducers buried in the center of the table, which is surrounded by large, comfortable chairs, a huge one at the far end big enough for General himself. There are windows here, pointed back and out the ship's rear windows, but these can be closed in order to have a clearer view of any needed holograms.

Contents: Contents:

Colonel [Hat] [RF] General [Normal] [RF]

Red [Menacing] [RF]

Ship's Log Fortress Artwork

Out <O>: Fortress V - Bridge

At the behest of the Bridge staff, Red moved his planning stages against a Maverick raid into the Ready Room. He's spread all throughout the room. Maps of the location that Cyber will be transferred to when giving him over to the US (the F5), statistics on the various known Mavericks, and Red's own personal notes on the situtation. The Crimson Commander is very busy at what he does best:

Planning and plotting.

Storm Owl steps into the ready room. His head is down as he's reading from a datapad and not looking where he's going. He seems rather distracted. As a result it isn't until he's fully in the room and the doors have closed that he realizes that anything has changed in here. The Commander stands where he is for a brief moment. It doesn't take his intellect to figure out who's set all this up. Owl glances about to see if Red himself is here.

Red is seen moving around the room pacing, tapping his skull, murmuring something to himself, "Lumi does not have the resources for a strong arm assault, and they are not above fighting dirty. In fact, I am quite SURE they are not playing by the rules. Think Red, think.." The reploid paces around the room, then he pauses. He looks up and spots Storm Owl suddenly, "Oh, hey, Butterball.. trying to not let Cyber get taken back."

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits, "CRAPCRAPCRAPCRAPCRAP! 3CHAN! REMEMBER ME!!!! *BOOOOOOM*"

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits static.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "... I hate Robot Masters with a passion almost as white-hot furious as that with which I hate Weil."

[Radio: (G) Global] Ciel transmits, "Leave him dead this time."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Berkana transmits, "I don't blame you."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Red transmits, "That's why we shoot them."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "Also, I'm going to need a few maritime units to help me clear this crap out of the bay."

[Radio: (G) Global] Dark Mantis transmits, "Now that ain't nice."

[Radio: (G) Global] Templar Fefnir transmits, "Who gives a crap?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Berkana transmits, "It's Toad Man we're talking about."

[Radio: (G) Global] Templar Fefnir transmits, "Exactly."

[Radio: (G) Global] Dark Mantis transmits, "I don't care myself, just like disagreeing with all of you."

Storm Owl doesn't seem to mind being called his unofficial nickname. The rest of his crew are always careful to call him that only when he's not around, but nobody ever accusing Red of being careful. "Hello, Commander," Storm Owl replies cordially, lowering the datapad. Clearly intrigued by whatever Red is up to, Storm walks towards the display the Red Alert Commander has set up. "I see," he says. "Has there been any progress with his debriefing?"

"Not really. He's a smart ass through and through," Red replies. He taps a few papers, "But, we need to make sure he CANNOT get a hologram system active. If that happens, all this careful planning will go out the window faster than you can say Thanksgiving." Red spreads out a few more things so that Owl can see, "I've concluded that Lumine is like Sigma, except with a rag tag of rebels, and ten gallons of retarded. Except, he has competancy to emply under hand tactics. Siren, his sasla chick, is good at hacking our systems, and will probably attempt to get Cyber access to the 'net'."

Red shifts a few more papers, showing more statistics, "The only problem is, I don't know when he is going to strike and where. When we transport the bird? Or at the Aleutian base?"

"The Aluetian Base has been decommissioned, Commander. It was destroyed by the Robot Masters," booms a stern voice. General appears in the doorway, peering in. "I am considering turning Cyber Peacock over to the United States Government. He did assassinate President Seers, after all." General grins slightly. He has a point.

[Radio: (G) Global] Templar Fefnir transmits, "All robots are good."

[Radio: (G) Global] Death Mantis transmits, "Mmmm, only if they're all dead...."

[Radio: (G) Global] Berkana transmits, "...did somebody hit him over the head?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Light's adorable Hibou puppet says in a squeeky voice, "...to eat!" and procedes to laugh like one of the old men from the Muppet Show.

[Radio: (G) Global] Orion Corth spittakes. Possibly with toxic whale remains.

"Yes, I trust that the U.S. will do a nice job of taking care of their new guest, but.. I don't trust the transfer," Red turns his eye to General and smiles, "Hello, Sir." The Commander spreads out a few papers, "And I am sure the Mavericks are JUST WAITING to have an opportunity to get Cyber out of that body. I would not put them beyond it."

"Lumine has always struck me as being much more laid-back than Sigma," Storm Owl replies, glancing over the documents and pictures Red shows him. "He tends to get angry far less than his predecessor. I do not have enough data to make any conclusions about his strategic ability." Owl is about to comment on the Aleutian base when General appears in the door and beats him to it. "A logical conclusion," he concedes. "Especially since we are not making any headway at getting information from him. As for transportation, we can teleport him directly to a United States facility."

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits the rush of air, as if in high speed flight. "JOB AIN'T GOT NOTHING ON MEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

[Radio: (G) Global] Templar Fefnir transmits, "I thought he died?"

"Right.. but, the Mavericks got into U.S. security before. C'mon Cyber assasinated Seers, what's to stop them from doing something similar and busting him out?" Red proffers.

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits, "I still might, unless I SLOW DOWN!!!"

[Radio: (G) Global] Ciel transmits, "Ugh, I need a shower."

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits, "I need BRAKES! GYAAHHH!!!"

[Radio: (G) Global] Orion Corth transmits, "Decontam showers."

[Radio: (G) Global] Orion Corth transmits, "No. You need to die, Toad Man."

[Radio: (G) Global] Berkana transmits, "Hee hee."

[Radio: (G) Global] Ciel transmits, "Decon nothing, I need a real shower with very hot water."

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits, "Wait...this isn't the Azores...THIS IS FREAKING JAPAN!"

General nods to both men, "Exactly what I was thinking, Commander." He rubs his chin-piece comtemplatively, "However, I am somewhat concerned by the matters in the White House."

SUDDENLY!: Colonel!

"It's not a question of if there will be a rescue attempt. It is a quesiton of when. Why do you think I arrested Wily in such a public fashion, last time?" Kanissa idly grabs a cup of coffee, pausing only to offer a quick-yet-snappy sallute to his peers before sitting down, looking exhausted. "I wanted to see how long the enemy would take to respond to the capture of an iconic member, and in what numbers. The Mavericks need Cyber Peacock's expertise, and Lumine would be a fool to not even /try/ to save a bonefied, president-killing hero for the cause. His power base is centered around his charisma...on being the leader, rather than the Emperor. Like Sigma in the old days. The question, gentlemen, is twofold. 'When', and 'how can we use their inevitable attack to our advantage'?"

Stratgegy over, Colonel backs off, because...well, hell, everyone probably knows his opinion when it comes to being bullied by member nations.

"That is up to United States security," Storm Owl says. "And if Berkana and Commander Spider have finished studying him, we have no further use for him. We cannot hold him indefinitely. Let the Americans do as they will with him. They are better at keeping secrets, such as his location, than we are." Storm Owl glances at his datapad when he says this. The Commander then pauses and listens to General's comments about the US government. "Technically they are correct in that they have no legal obligation to inform us of everything. I must admit I am not entirely surprised by their response to my queries." Owl nods in Colonel's direction. "I agree. I am certain the Mavericks would want him back."

"I don't want to give them that chance. The only advantage I see, is to send them back broken and hopefully dying. I want to pull people from leave to make sure the Mavericks get a spanking. We've got this creep. He needs to d--be taken care of," Red quickly amends his words before they spill out. Red shuffles through his papers again, "An unfortunate blessing is that the Raptor II is destroyed. The only thing I -don't- know about is where they are now.. Able City?"

"There is also the stadium that they used Monday night," General says. He touches his ear for a moment, "I have just received word from the Canadian government. We have been cleared to level it however we would like." He grins a bit; he has been waiting for a break like this for far too long, "I would like to do so the moment the Valkyrie is in position to do so."

"Throwing him to the Americans is giving them a ticking time bomb. We put him in one of the backup STARS bases, make it look like we worked really hard to keep him away, and use a tracking chip to chase down one of the Coalition's larger bolt holes and arrest a few of their repair experts." Colonel crosses his arm, looking grim. "We have to be honest here. Can we really hold major prisoners like that indefinately? Looking at past experience, I'm going to say no, not right now. Therefore, our tatics have to change."

"Able City or their stadium in Canada are possibilities," Storm Owl says, agreeing with both Red and General. "Of course they could also be spread out amongst an untold number of cells." He nods at the news about authorization to level it. Rush better not screw this up! "Can we?" he asks Colonel. "No. How long do we plan on holding him?" he asks.

"I don't want to hold him very long," Red admits honestly, Red takes a seat and folds his hands over his lap, "He's to be executed, right?"

"After he's put on a trial, which I'm sure he will be found guilty at, death is a likely sentence," Storm Owl confirms. He glances around for a spare seat. All this standing is making him tired.

Fatty. Red leans back and places his hand behind his head, "Listen, Cyber is our concern, no matter how much we want to pawn off to the U.S., he is OUR concern," The crimson giant, "And we have an obligation to make sure he gets what he deserves."

<Global News Network> Reports from the Herald indicate that 'something weird' is currently going on at the Fantasy Pony sim in Second Life. Most people who don't care about the internet would never hear about this, but it sounds like hacker drama...

Storm Owl stops looking for a place to sit. All the good chairs in the area are taken up by the anti-Maverick displays. He peers back at Red. "What are you suggestion?" he asks.

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits, "Oh, I won't die for many things, but to blow up a whale on those Japanese? That's actually how I'd want to go. I just got the bonus of living."

[Radio: (G) Global] Toad Man transmits, "mis"

"You mean a swift trial by his peers, Commander?" General rumbles, "Because that was what I intended to give him." He /wishes/ he could sit down but a fatal flaw was dicovered in Cortana's Invincible Chairs, forcing a recall. No chair in the world is safe now. "He is a sentient being, and is just as deserving of due process as any of the civilians we defend. To do less would be against what we are fighting for, gentlemen."

Colonel stands up, so Storm Owl can sit. A true warrior born doesn't need to recline, anyway.

He holds his hands behind his back. "We're dancing around the real issue here."

"Are we a worldwide police organization..." Colonel slams his hand on the response letter from the US and their 'bill', "Or are we craven mercinaries who are unable to do their duty whenever their masters pull a little on the purse strings?!"

Red pinches the bridge of his nose and nods to General, "Yes, I know. It's something that we can't change, but how I wish that we could change it for special cases," Red stands up, he gives a salute to his commanders and peer, "I am a mercenary, unfortunately, but.. I usually do my own thing. Please, excuse me?"

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "... Do we have to save Second Life? Do we even contract to them?"

Storm Owl nods in agreement with General. He doesn't take Colonel's seat, though. Red will make fun of him if he does. "What is our duty in this case? To uphold our ethics or the law?" Storm Owl asks, sparing time to nod goodbye to Red. Owl believes their ethics and the law are on the same side currently.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Storm Owl transmits, "Second Life?"

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "It's a somewhat popular massively multiplayer online game."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "It's a random assemblage of internet creepiness."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "And Irregulars."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Storm Owl transmits, "If it is a legal company that conducts business in a country we provide protection for, then yes, we are obligated to assist."

"Both, Commander. If we do not stick to what we hold to be Right, then we are nothing more than craven mercenaries at the beck and call of employers. Police do not kill /except/ in self-defense. We do /not/ execute prisoners." General looks at Colonel. Part of this truely burns at him. On one hand, Colonel has a point. Repliforce needs to, on occassion, tell the world to sit on it. However, Repliforce =/= The Maverick Hunters, and the RF does not have four of the ten richest men on the planet to fund them directly.

"One of these days, I'm going to go ten minutes without hurting one of our crack team of hardened mercinaries's feelings. And then we'll know we've been infiltraited."

"Our duty is to preserve the integrity of the Repliforce." Kanissa stubbornly insists, scowling at the very fact that he has to say this. "I'm not saying that I want to go over to the White House and punch the new President in the eye and steal the Secretary of Defense's lunch money. I can wait on those things, hours, days, possibly even weeks. Dion Seers was a good man, and I do not believe we should trample over his memory by making a scene this early."

"But it /will/ happen again. The Americans will try and make us their bloody right hand through using these same tatics, and we must be prepaired."

Storm Owl doesn't smile at Colonel's comment about mercenaries and their feelings, even though it was a pretty funny crack. Storm Owl nods to both of them. He agrees - they have to take the high road here and play by the rules. Cyber Peacock can't be having any 'accidents' or getting his ass tortured or anything, even if it would be fun. With Red gone, Owl feels no reason to hang out by the display. He steps over towards his desk, glancing at the datapad again. "While I am very disappointed with the United States' willingness to keep us in the dark about important issues, our intel network does have a very poor reputation."

Owl reads from the datapad. "This is from one anonymous CIA official: 'Repliforce Intel: The Very Best Intel Cyber Peacock Can Provide'." He clicks a button. "This is from one of our agents in Australia: 'In the international community, the running joke is that every nation knows what we are going to do before we ourselves do'."

General heaves a sigh, it's sad but true. He wishes that Frost Walrus had not taken his leave when he did; things had been shaping up. He looks at the pair, "We will simply have to fix that, then. Recommendations, gentlemen?"

Colonel's scowl intensifies.

"Suggestions?" He's reduced to one-word responses to everything, for fear of suddenly breathing fire. "I liked 'slowly reintigrate the Irregulars.' but then they had to spring Doctor Doppler from prison so he could completly fall off the map..."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Maybe we should talk about it over here where the people who did it might not hear us."

Storm Owl arches an optical brow. "I believe the Irregulars are not compatable with Repliforce." He isn't sure if Colonel was joking. "We can of course attempt to improve the image of our intel, but this is obviously expensive and difficult."

General nods. "Tell you what, gentlemen, give it tonight, and leave the recommendations on my desk. If you'll excuse me, I am due for a check-up."

With that, General turns and leaves.

Colonel wants to be very, very loud.

Instead, he stands at attention, salluting. "General off the deck!"

He'll yell and scream and throw a table /later/.

Storm Owl salutes at General. "Yes sir," he says simply enough. Owl waits until General is gone to sit down at his desk.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Roll! Can you stop the unicorn gonig for the storefront? We need to keep these contained!"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll transmits, "I'll stop it with an arrow - but..."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Phase: You say, "Is this line secure on your end?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Thank you, Roll."

<Global News Network> Today in India, a heat wave has been dispelled when .. A robot master is grouping the people together and making an ice sculpture?! Hows this good news, they're freezing to death!

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "For Light's sake... It never ends."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Rain Turtle transmits, "I'll go stop him."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Phase says, "About as secure as SigInt gets, sir."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "Back referencing virus."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Any progress on reversing the viral infection, Auto?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "I'll tell you in a second."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Phase: Storm Owl thinks about that for half a second. Then, "Protoman has requested your assistance in his plan to attack Dr. Weil's forces from underground."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Right. Roll, we're depending on you to keep infected from escaping."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "It reeks of simplicity, trace-wise... But when we get into the guts of the virus, I dunno how complex it may be. Back reference could be indicative of a mutation limiter or of being a crappy coder, hard call to make."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "..."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Sorry."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Phase says, "Y-yes, sir?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "The best I can tell you is 'delete the horses and make new ones.' The good news is, they aren't very complicated and have no AI."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Well, beyond 'drone' AI."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll transmits, "Auto, they're valuable! They've been running breeding software here for dozens of generations."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll transmits, "We can't just destroy them unless there's no other choice..."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Roll, they're /corrupt/ now. I'm looking at the source code."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "They can't be fixed."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll transmits, "There's no way?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Nope. The virus is very simple, but it's indelibly intertwined in the code."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "Can we, I dunno... Virus the virus to make it innert?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Technically, er...the virus is very simple."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Who knows what effects the virus would cause if the breeding software was run with them. It might make some kind of... super-horse virus."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll sniffles.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "It's replicate-and-destroy. These are /viral cancers/."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "Yes, I realize that... But, y'know... To make your sister less sad?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth may be attempting to verbally imply a 'wink-wink-nudge-nudge-eh-wot'.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Phase: You say, "Consider it a volunteer mission. I will not order you to go - but only because I cannot risk sending a soldier on a mission that she will be unable to complete."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Dr. Light hay Repliforce; the Fortress V picks up a /huge/ communications burst, and many sound systems, from intercoms to personal steros, emit a strong, sharp staticy sound.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Maybe they can be contained and then tranferred out to some kind of secured location?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "...Orion, Roll is a mature person. Roll, the horses have terminal, mind-controlling code cancer."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "And rabies."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "We have to put them down for their own good."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "We can hold a funeral after."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Still, see if you can track the virus back to the source while you kill them."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "Nggh! What in th' hell wassat?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll transmits, "What if we pull out the horns?!"

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Captain Berkana transmits, "What in the bloody hell was that...?"

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Prismatic Spider transmits, "... Security is reporting a large signal spike in the brig. Security, report to the brig immediately."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "The horn is only the outer showing of the internal code, Roll - it'd be like pulling out the tumor but leaving some cancerous cells behind."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Begin lockdown procedures."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Captain Berkana transmits, "Roger!"

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Ensign Poppy transmits, "Working on finding the origin, Captain."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Storm Owl transmits, "Aye sir."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Rain Turtle transmits, "When it rains in pours, doesn't it?"

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Munitions Ifrit transmits, "Augh.. Such noise."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "No rest for the just."

*** TRAVEL SPAM ***

You enter the Brig.

Fortress V - Brig

Rows of plain, boring cells fill the front of the ship, open-faced rooms with very little in the way of amenities. Designed for robotic prisoners, these cells have beds and power feeds, but nothing else. Force fields separate the prisoners from the guards, but they are seldom turned on. Repliforce keeps few prisoners, so this depressingly quiet place stays mostly empty. If you are a captive here, your radio, guns, abilities, and any other tricks have been removed or nullified. You have no access to information. The guards will not fall for any tricks. There is no escape.

Contents: Contents:

Crescent Grizzly [Combat] [RF] Berkana [Berkana] [RF]

Cyber Peacock [] [M] Blues [Protoman] [H]

Out <O>: Fortress V - Lower Deck

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "You got it. Ahm on m' way."

Cyber Peacock continues to gibber like a a BBS's electronic 'handshake', the pitches and frequencies oscillating. It's impossible to tell if Blues' threats registered. Hell, Cyber Peacock may very well be as good as dead and his brain going through the final stages of cascade failure.

Cyber Peacock lay on a table, in the middle of the otherwise empty room, obvious evidence of external harm very visibly evident across his frame.

Oh, and medical is /now/ screaming something about 'massive brain trauma all of a sudden'.

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Munitions Ifrit transmits, "Off to work I go then."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Ensign Poppy transmits, "Got it, ma'am. It's from Castle Schwarzheim. I think whoever slingshotted a tightbeam frequency off every satellite in our registry around the planet... not sure why they'd do that other than to make absolutely sure someone couldn't ignore them." She sounds very impressed with this trick.

The room that Cyber Peacock and Protoman are in is an interrogation room with no windows or mirrors. The room has been sealed from the inside. With an appropriate amount of force one can rip the door opens. It'll take a few people since the door is a foot thick and welded shut from the inside.

Protoman is waiting inside not that far from the Cyber Peacock.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Captain Berkana transmits, "Interesting."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Phase thinks upon this. "I'll... I'll think about it, sir."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Phase: You say, "Very well. Do not take too long - Protoman will need an answer soon."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Phase says, "Yes, sir."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Dream Doll transmits, "Hello; has anyone seen Protoman lately? I'm having lunch with my mother and she's concerned."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Munitions Ifrit transmits, "A tightbeam off of.. Wait, from the Hunter place? Now why would they.."

The brig doors open to reveal the heavy form of Crescent Grizzly, who stops upon the threshold of the detention area. His legs are spread and his heavy arms are lifted before him, almost as if he expects to have some unknown assailant rush him at any second. In this stance, the bear looks very much like a linebacker ready for the hike of a football. His optic flicks across the room before falling upon the sealed door housing Peacock and unknown to the large RF officer, Blues. It is the only area not immediately visible, and thus must be the source of the commotion. As he takes in the situation several heavily armed regulars stream through the entrance behind him and spread out amongst the cells.

Grizzly raises a claw to his radio, stomping across the brig heavily as he speaks.

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "In th' brig now. Looks like someone's been tamperin' with our doors. Who we got in Cell D-87?"

For those without RF secure radios: "In th' brig now. Looks like someone's been tamperin' with our doors. Who we got in Cell D-87?"

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Captain Berkana transmits, "Cyber!"

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Captain Berkana gets quiet, before sounds of sliding doors come over the radio.

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Munitions Ifrit transmits, "Oh sh...oe."

Munitions Ifrit arrives from the Lower Deck.

Munitions Ifrit has arrived.

Storm Owl is beside and partially behind Crescent Grizzly. There are a few gumby members of the Fortress V's marine corp present as well following protocol to spread out amongst the cells. The Cyclone Cannon is at the ready, though he suspects he won't have to use it. Storm knows that out of any of them, Crescent is the best in this kind of close quarter combat where there isn't a lot of room to maneuver. If anyone needs to take an alpha strike, it's going to be him.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Phase: You say, "Storm Owl out."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "Crap. The owner of the first one got away."

It's only moments after the main security and Storm Owl pop in that some medsci make it to the cell. Berkana eventually makes her way down there in a flurry of purple and gold, wand readied in case.

She quickly flies around a corner, spotting Owl and Grizzly as she proceeds to approach, eventually finding herself beside them. There's Cyber's cell. "What's going on?" She promptly asks, confused.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Auto frowns - and then gets to work on coding up a new program. A virus - or, more accurately, a worm. Its shape metaphorically is that of a mosquito - and the purpose is to seek out the lines of code he noted as overrides and replication - and when found together, to insert a deleetion line in the beginning of the program."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "OOC: mis"

"Cyber..." the words trail from Grizzly's mouth as the bear processes this information. It dawns on him in a flash and his face darkens. The Guardian picks up his pace, stomping heavily along the corridor. His speech becomes rapid although it retains its calm, deep smoothness in spite of his obvious concern. He doesn't look over his shoulder, but it's clear he's addressing Storm Owl. "Security's obviously been breach'd sir. Permission t' rip that block've metal open and take pr'ventative measures on 'th Peacock's head?"

Even as he asks the drill arm snaps into life, its roar echoing thunderously along the walls of the brig.

Storm Owl nods curtly to Grizzly. "Do it," he says. "Get us in there first, assess... then if need be, subdue." He has no idea what's inside. He glances at the security monitor and frowns. It just shows Cyber Peacock laying there. That can't be right... "Commander Owl to bridge. Run a diagnostic on the security systems." It's partly a hunch, but Owl can't risk the possibility that Cyber Peacock has somehow hacked it.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Sis?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Duck."

Crescent doesn't need to be told twice. With a snarl his rapid walk breaks into a full on charge and he tears down the remainder of the hallway at top speed, chambering his rapidly spinning fist in preparation for impact. The doors of the FV's holding cells are notoriously thick, but put two-tons of mechanical muscle behind a weapon of Grizzlys' size and things tend to want to move, inanimate or no.

"RRAAAGGGH!" -- //*BOOM!*//

Berkana instinctively places her arms up in front of her to block whatever debris she could as Grizzly did so. She was still confused, but more worried now than anything...

[Radio: (G) Global] Chronoton Duck suddenly quacks.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Nana transmits, "You guys got everything under control?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Chronoton Duck transmits, "D-d-d-d-d-d-Did someone call me?"

[Radio: (G) Global] Skull Man transmits, "Kill it!"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "I think so - I mean, it's just an angry chick on Seconnd Life./"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Nana transmits, "Oh, really?"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Nana laughs.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Auto transmits, "Yeah, the code issues I think we have handled - some jerk released a virus."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Orion Corth transmits, "And her really shifty 'sister.'"

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Nana transmits, "Well, you just let me know if you need anything."

Aiming Lasers do not pour out of the opened door. However, a long strain of pure jibberish, not a lick of it intellegible. It sounds like a phone line transmitting data.

Cyber's laying on the table, in worse condition then he left medical. Far, far worse condition.

Protoman is standing just inside the door to the right as Crescent Grizzly completely rams through the door and past Blues. By all appearances Cyber Peacock looks fine at a glance, armor wise at least if not for the jibberish and medical devices yelling. "The door must have been stuck," Protoman says as he reaches into his forearm compartment and pulls out a datapad.

"Commander, you'll want to see this," he says as he walks out the door since Crescent is now inside, Blues holds out the datapad to Storm Owl.

On the datapad is authorization from General and Prismatic Spider for three hours, unsupervised with Cyber Peacock.

She wasn't exactly scared for Cyber's life, just concerned that him dead would do more harm than good. Berkana quickly rushed in, floating over to Cyber Peacock as she quickly surveyed him, starting to scan him for damages.

For a brief moment, she looks up as she hears a voice. Protoman's. Her eyes narrow for a moment as assumptions fill her mind, before she immediately goes back to what she needs to be doing, which is figuring out a way to keep that bird alive.

Storm Owl's optics widen in obvious surprise at the sight before him. Storm Owl's optics first focus on Cyber Peacock and his terrible condition. The medical devices make this clear. What did they do to him? Who is /they/, anyway? What Repliforcer (outside of Red) would? He's about to order Berkana in to see to his injuries, but the good witch is already there.

Owl's optics next dart to Protoman. He opens his beak to deliver what would surely be a scathing order for him to stand down when something gets handed to him. Storm Owl glances down at the datapad, instantly recognizing the signature from General and Prismatic Spider. The Commander is quite obviously speechless for several seconds, but he quickly recovers. "Protoman, a moment," he says tersely.

He also opens a channel to Prismatic Spider. Big shock.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Prismatic Spider: You say, "Is this line secure on your end?"

Blues comes very close to receiving a nasty blow to the face as Grizzly bursts into the room. Luckily the bear's momentum carries him past the red-grey robot and by the time he pivots and raises his arm to strike out the debris has cleared enough for him to identify the "intruder." Dismissing him with a grunt, he too turns to face the prone Maverick, optic glinting savagely in the light of the cell. The Drill Arm has not been recalled and still hums away with ferocious energy. Crescent seems to be debating whether or not he should be using it, and after the slightest of pauses glances back to his CO.

Protoman waits patiently as Storm Owl asks for a moment. Protoman's not stupid, he's going to give Repliforce the time they need as he stands very calmly with his left hand up grasping his shield strap in over his left shoulder.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Rain Turtle grunts.

Cyber Peacock continues to blurble. It's going to be a long, hard night of intensive neural net surjury to keep him alive.

Worse, he's going to have to be exposed to equipment that medical had previously been taking great pains to not expose him to.

"This is bad..." Berkana spoke, glancing over Cyber's wounds. Holy crap, something was SERIOUSLY wrong. Output damage... neural damage, he was NOT looking pretty AT ALL.

...she was going to need help.

Her right hand touched a switch under her hat as she spoke. "This is Captain Berkana, I need medical assistance in Cell D-87 immediately! Any medical staff that are free need to report now, this is an emergency!"

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Captain Berkana transmits, "This is Captain Berkana, I need medical assistance in Cell D-87 immediately! Any medical staff that are free need to report now, this is an emergency!"

Cyber was actually shot in the brain twice. Not in the head, mind you. In the brain.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Prismatic Spider says, "I'm accessing cyberspace right now, cleaning up a viral outbreak, but I should be fine."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Slash Beast transmits, "I need insight on a particular issue. Anyone available to offer any? Not that I couldn't discern this issue on my own however speed is of the essence."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Prismatic Spider: You say, "Cyber Peacock appears to have been tortured by Protoman. He has shown me a datapad with your and General's signature authorizing... hrm. Authorizing 'unsupervised time'. I assume this is not legitimate, sir?"

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Slash Beast transmits, "I have limited abilities, would they be of assistance."

Storm Owl glances back down at the datapad. Maybe he just misread it. Maybe he missed the word 'not' in there or something. Owl raises his hand to his audio sensor as he speaks with Prismatic Spider. Owl is working under the assumption that there must be some kind of mistake here.

Storm Owl glances at Berkana and takes a step back so as to not get in her way. "Is he going to die?" he asks in a neutral tone.

For the record, Cyber Peacock's odds are currently slim to none and slim just left the building.

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Prismatic Spider says, "I agreed to his request. He promised me that he would follow the rules for interactions with prisoners of war." He pauses, and his voice becomes cold. "I presume that since you asked the question, they have not.""

"I r'member what th' General said 'bout his rights, but dis is some bad mojo 'ere.." Grizzly speech is now slow and uncertain, his words drawn out even more by his creole drawl. The Drill Arm decelerates to a lethargic, drifting rotation. "Mayhap it'd be better he did."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Dream Doll transmits, "Yes, sir? What is your question?"

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Prismatic Spider: You say, "It would seem not, sir. Protoman is present with me. Orders?"

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Prismatic Spider says, "Question him as to the nature of his actions during the unsupervised time. He never said we couldn't ask /what/ he did. Note that we will be performing medical diagnostics on him and will be able to check the veracity of his statements."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Slash Beast transmits, "I have been doing some research on Thackery and I need ideas. Are there any operatives working on the murder of the blogger in Mobile? I need motives. Why would anyone kill this person?"

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Prismatic Spider: You say, "Aye sir, but you should know that Cyber Peacock might be dying."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Dream Doll transmits, "I've not been following that case, sir, which murder do you mean?"

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Prismatic Spider says, "... Damn it all! I'll be right there."

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Prismatic Spider: You say, "Aye sir."

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "Roll, Auto, I'm sorry. There's an emergency. I will have to log out."

"I don't..." Berkana's hands begin promptly undoing outer plating on Cyber, eyes widening. Her hands were flying, her brain flying harder... Some colleagues came running in. "We've got major neural net damage, potential power output cascade!" Berkana yelled, not even noticing who came in as her entire focus now was keeping Cyber alive. Her left finger opened, revealing a small two prong connector which she promptly connected to a port within Cyber's chest. "...systems going offline, memory data corruption, we're losing him!!"

It's hard to ever see Berkana in a scared state. She was in one right now. "Repair nanites, NOW!" She yelled to one of the medical staff, who promptly handed her a tube, as she virtually slammed it into a connecting port within Cyber that would be compatible with subtanks. "C'mon, don't die on me...!"

"Repliforce does not torture prisoners of war," Storm Owl replies calmly to Crescent Grizzly while still focused on his radio. The reply that the Commander gets is remarkable. Could they have really trusted him? Owl lowers his hand. "Commander Spider wishes me to ask what happened during your unsupervised time." Owl consoles himself with the fact that he's just the messenger here. His reply to Spider has made it clear that it's pretty obvious what happened. Owl does his best to stay out of Berkana and her team's way.

[Radio: (C) Joint-Chat] Roll transmits, "It's alright. Thank you..."

Prismatic Spider arrives from the Lower Deck.

Prismatic Spider has arrived.

Protoman steps to the side as Storm Owl does. He's not trying to run, which would be quite easy. All he needs to do is get outside of the brig area and he'll be able to teleport away. Hell all he needs to do is get right next to the door to the hallway and he'll be able to.

But he waits patiently.

"What would you do if people with holograms kept going around and killing people looking like you because they thought it was good times." The question is rhetorical.

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Slash Beast transmits, "Randy was his name. He was a blogger that was anti Seers administration. He was murdered presumably by a Seers supporter, but that is too convinent. Obviously I would need to brief you on the subject. Lets make time to do that hmm? I only need someone to bounce ideas off of."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Dream Doll transmits, "Well, I'm not certain, sir; are you sure there wasn't some other motive? I don't think United States politics are quite that intense."

It must be rhetorical. Owl's answer of course would not be Protoman's answer, but the Commander doesn't bother saying that. No, this is Prismatic Spider's mess now. "The Commander is on his way here," he tells Protoman, taking another step back so he's standing with Crescent Grizzly and watching Berkana work.

Grizzly shakes his head. "Torture nothin' sir." he rumbles quietly. Suddenly realising his large frame is in the way of the rescue operation he begins moving back into the hallway, lowering his voice as he passes Storm Owl. "Jus' sayin' if he slips away now, we can make like he kicked it in th' initial bombing attack 'n /this/.." he punctuates his emphasis with a curt nod in Protoman's direction. "Never happen'd."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Slash Beast takes a deep breath, "I am not certain either. That is why I need another head. On second thought, I do not need to see you in person. I can forward you my information and you can just put it into writing? It is not much and far from conclusive.

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Dream Doll transmits, "Alright, toss it at my email, I can check it from here."

[Radio: (B) RF-Secure] Slash Beast pauses, "How did Cyber Peacock kill Seers? Was he levitated at the time?"

And guess who's here? Rhetorical question or not, Protoman is getting an answer. "Not what you did, apparently." Prismatic replies as he finishes stepping from the turbolift. Two hands adjust sleeves on his labcoat, while other other four arms carry tools and bulkier systems, presumably for performing complex repairs. "I believe you promised me you were going to follow the rules, Blues." Prismatic replies. "There are established /limits/ to interrogation techniques. While I understand your issues with Cyber, your vengeance has cost the Repliforce yet more of its honor..."

And he glances back to Protoman as he stands in the doorway of the cell. "And now you're forcing me to save the life of a being that I detest." He looks back to Cyber and Berkana, kneeling down next to the two. "Berkana, give me some good news." His tone of voice is not hopeful.

The best news right now is that Cyber Peacock has finally shut the hell up.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Slash Beast transmits, "What extra info do we have on the Seers murder? Is there a security tape? I need a copy."

That's a bad sign indeed.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "You'll have it."

Storm Owl turns to face Crescent full on. "Cover it up?" He glances over his shoulder again at Cyber Peacock and his would-be saviors. It's a hard scene not to watch. "I would prefer not to operate in that manner. -Someone- has to set a good example for the rest of the world." Owl is about to say more when Prismatic shows up. He turns quiet and salutes the arachnid Commander. He of course has more questions for General and Spider, but he doesn't ask them yet. Not in front of the Hunter.

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Prismatic Spider transmits, "I'll also send you what I got from my investigation."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Slash Beast transmits, "Acknowledged Sir. Thank You."

[Radio: (A) RF-Chat] Dream Doll transmits, "I'll have a look too."

"You knew damn well what I was going to do. You had the -ask- the question because you knew," Protoman says calmly. "I'm not sorry for what I did. I -am- sorry for having to lie to you, but I''m tired of people killing in my name and image."

"What I did is no different than what we do in war. He's not an enemy combatant, he's a terrorist who killed the President of the United States and countless others. You're telling me you wouldn't shoot him dead on the field of battle?" Again the question is rhetorical as Protoman waits.

"YOU'RE the good news right now!" Berkana promptly yells with a slight smile, before realizing Cyber has finally become quiet. "...Sorry..."

Needless to say she's incredibly distracted right now. "His head wound have led to massive damage to his neural network, he's been spattering for a while now and is finally quiet, systems are still going down..." She blurts out quickly, not even glancing at him the whole time as she continues to try out potential fixes to whatever problems are coming up, hoping for something else to reveal a diagnosis so she... no, they now, can fix it...

With a nod of assent Crescent simply says, "Yes sir." The decision is made and he is content to let the idea rest. Grizzly has never claimed to be a good man, although what is going on behind the doors of this brig is unsettling even for him, not so much because of any atrocity committed, but for what it means for the Repliforce should word get out. If anything though, there is a hint of pride in his voice as he turns away, also noting the entrance of Prismatic and offering a smart salute alongside Storm Owl.

"Perhaps this is not the place to hold this conversation," Owl vouches. If Peacock can hear, he's probably laughing his ass off. Plus, he doesn't want to distract Berkana and company (or Prism, since he's now a part of the surgery team). Like Crescent, Storm Owl doesn't look very comfortable with what's happened here, either. And on his ship, to boot.

"Light dammit." Prismatic mutters, and a hand retracts into a multitool. With quick motions, the Spider Scientist begins divesting Cyber Peacock of his cranial plating. "Berkana, hold him still. Cut his motor connectors, a spasm just might put him over the edge at this point. I need to assess the neural net damage." He is fairly sure what he's going to see, and that, more than anything, infuriates him. None of that shows on his face, however, as he begins connecting leads to the neural net to see just how toast he is... and what can be done to control the damage and prevent him from going into cascade failure.

Prismatic does not reply to Blues. He'll continue the conversation after he's done helping to save a Maverick's life. Ugh.

"Roger!" Berkana replies, complying as she quickly began severing some wires with wire cutters, now available in a toolbox set by her by an aide.

Almost as an afterthought, Blues adds a comment directed at Prismatic. "You and Gospel said it best. 'We'll do -anything- to defeat Nebula.' I know at least two of your members quite literally mean -anything-. So don't play innocent."

Protoman turns and walks toward the door. "I will be heading to the Castle. I will not leave the Castle for the next day, so if you need to talk to me you know where I am. My locator beacon is back on, as is my buster monitor and helmetcam." For now.

Storm Owl scowls at Protoman's words. Prismatic said those things? Anything? The Commander weighs what has happened here. General and Prismatic Spider gave Blues 3 hours of unsupervised time with Cyber Peacock, under the promise nothing illegal would happen. Owl agrees with Protoman here - Spider and General /had/ to know what was going to happen. They aren't that dumb to think that Blues wants to be unsupervised just so he can chat with Cyber Peacock.

He also considers Protoman's accusation that Spider is willing to throw away his ethics in the name of beating bad guys. Owl also agrees with Protoman here. Having clashed with Prismatic Spider in the past over this kind of thing, he can readily believe that Spider would say something like this.

"I don't remember saying /anything/. And last time I checked, /I/ was the one in charge. There is no point in becoming the thing you want to kill, Blues, as /you/ so warn me about so many times... But isn't that the danger of flaunting the rules?" Prismatic is able to do this and do brain surgery at the same time. He's cool like that.

Protoman is already at the door. "I'm already the thing I fight against. I am so everyone else doesn't need to be." Most people who says this type of thing have a tone of 'superiority'. Protoman's tone is far from it. Like it is a resigned fact to what Protoman is. The Firstborn is serenely calm as the door opens.

"And whether you remember saying it or not, it was said. Why else do you think I've been keeping an eye on Gospel and trying to keep you from falling into the pit that Nebula is." Unless someone stops him, Protoman steps out of the room.

With nothing further to add, Crescent simply stands at attention. His optic however, continually flicks between the crowd of technicians and the retreating form of Protoman. Since his salute, the quiet uncertainty has dissapeared, replaced by a rigid, thinly concealed anger. He likes the Hunters. He respects the work they do and finds most to be generally good people. Why then, is one of their most prolific members such a colossal heap of trouble? The bear's scarred face is pulled back into a stern grimace. He is desperately trying to think of a situation Blues has been involved in that has not resulted in a complete lack of understanding between the Hunter and Repliforce parties. It will keep him occupied as he waits.

Berkana glanced up for a brief moment, before looking down back at her work. Gospel? Well, THAT was interesting... but she didn't pay it any mind, instead continuing her work. She could ask about that later.

Her hat's fans began to turn on; her head was overheating from high processing. Normally it would be amusing, but not in a situation like this.

Storm Owl still considers it a superiority thing, even if the tone suggests otherwise. Whenever /anyone/ says this, it's a superiority thing. Owl has heard it enough that he no longer needs to roll his optics at it. Owl does nothing to stop Protoman. "I'll be on the bridge if I'm needed," he tells Prismatic Spider.

The moment Protoman walks out the door there's a flash of energy. Teleport vanish.

"Got it. We're probably going to need to talk about things." Prismatic replies to Storm. He things much the same as Butterball, but he won't say it here. He has such high hopes for Blues, too... And besides, he doesn't want to inadvertantly cause another session of unrest in RF.

He mutters as he checks the readings. "The damage is excessive. We're going to need to work fast to keep him from going into failure." And if he does, that'll leave Prismatic with only one choice to save this bastard, and if you ask him, it's more than Cyber deserves.

"We're not going to be able to move him to the medbay. We'll have to do the work here. I trust you don't mind looking at brains?" Prismatic jokes idly, before unlocking the seals on the neural net casing and carefully pulling it open. He winces at the immediately visible damage within, and begins getting to work containing the spread of the damage. He's sure Berkana knows where she can help. She's been around quite a few of these. At least this time, she's not tearing it apart.