Charge Lemming's Fun in Neo-Tokyo

Teleportation Area--MavBerlin

Rows of tall teleportation capsules line the walls, each clearly labeled with a detination. A few are labeled 'Custom Location' instead of with a city name.

Type 'tel/list' to see a list of destinations and 'tel <location>' to activate the teleporters.

Flame Stag [M]

Out <O> leads to MavBerlin - Perimeter North.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Flame Stag transmits, "All active-duty units, report to the Berlin teleporters. We're going out to have a bit of fun."

[Radio: (C) Secure] Morph Moth transmits, "Yes sir."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Tch. Have fun guys."

[Radio: (C) Secure] Charge Lemming transmits, "Done and done!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Charge Lemming transmits, "I'll kick one in da face for you, Overdrive. Promise!"

Morph Moth arrives from the Perimeter North.

Morph Moth has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "Me too!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Sweet, that makes me feel a bit better. Freaking Gate-Mutt..."

Flame Stag stands in the middle of the teleporter lobby, while a projection screen is hurriedly being set up behind him by underlings. The stag himself is waiting impatiently, tapping his hooves on the ground as he waits for the troops to file in.

Midnight arrives from the Perimeter North.

Midnight has arrived.

Morph flies into the lobby, not at all touching the ground, his wings never seeming to tire out. Since it's fairly dim, he immediately notices Flame's antlers, and so flies close to his friend...but, catching himself before he can be hypnotized, he keeps at a normal distance. "Reporting, Flame" he says, softly.

Charge Lemming is leaning against one of the teleportation chambers in a most relaxed fashion. Stuffed awkwardly in one of his oversized, impossible-to-grasp-anything claws is a paddle with a string attached to it. At the end of the string is a little rubber ball. *WACKA* *WACKA* *WACKA* Charge hits the ball with the paddle repeatedly, wearing a huge grin on his face as he does so. The all-terrain assault mech is pretty bad at it, but it's clear he's enjoying the game anyway. *WACKA* *WACKA* *WACKA* He's in the general area, so that counts for reporting in.

Psychogenesis arrives from the Perimeter North.

Psychogenesis has arrived.

Flame Stag hrms, and nods as people start to arrive. He narrows his eyes at MoMo. Now is /really/ not the time....but, alas. With a shrug, the stag glances over at the screen, then back. "I'm going to wait a few minutes more for people to show up, then I'm going to start the briefing."

Morph Moth nods. "Alright. I'll prepare my weapons..." he moves away a bit from Flame, and forms a ball of silk in his hand...then unravels it, going back to wherever.

Charge Lemming continues to play with his whack-a-ball paddle. Why bother with a briefing, anyway? How long does it take to say 'go smush heads'? Charge remembers when Flame hit him in the head, though, so doesn't bother asking. No sense in getting another smack for his sensible ideas. Charge offers a wave to Morph Moth with his spare hand.

A quick, rippling motion streaks through the lobby, momentarily disrupting the air. To Flame Stag's right a black armored figure phases into plain sight and bows slightly. "Midnight, reporting." Comes the quiet, almost melodious announcement. The cyborg's posture returns to her rigid, alert normality.

[Radio: (E) Global] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Eish, you people are quiet. Squawk about sumthin already, I'm sure you can find something to argue about."

[Radio: (E) Global] Guts Man transmits, "Like how lame you are?"

[Radio: (E) Global] Rush Raccoon transmits, "Like How I stunned yer ass last night?"

[Radio: (E) Global] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Hey, whatever floats yer boat, Guts."

[Radio: (E) Global] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Oh so you're the one that stunned me from -behind- and then ran off like a little coward?"

[Radio: (E) Global] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Ja, you should always fight in the situation most advantageous to the enemy, or you are a coward."

[Radio: (E) Global] Rush Raccoon transmits, "If you meant tactically stunned you so I could rescue a Repliod in distress, yes."

[Radio: (E) Global] Liese Schreiner transmits, "I think my eyes have rolled back far enough to show the labels on the back."

[Radio: (E) Global] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Heh, I can imagine what they'd say but its probably not appropriate for the frequency, probably some younger tikes on the waves. Everyone's got one-a these things now-a-days."

[Radio: (E) Global] Guts Man transmits, "Made in Portugal."

[Radio: (E) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "Really? What brand are they?"

[Radio: (E) Global] Liese Schreiner transmits, "Zeiss-Ikon, with the little digital cameras inside."

Charge Lemming messes up his game as Midnight just appears out of no-where. Spooky. Awkwardly, Charge tosses the ball up against into the air and begins wacking at it again with the paddle. Where others need to charge up their combat systems and arm their weapons, Charge doesn't have any of that nonsense, so he's satisfied with just standing and waiting. "Y'know," he idly comments, "When I joined da Mavericks, I totally figured dere'd be way more killin' involved."

[Radio: (E) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "Mmm. That's a nice pair."

Frequency e is now gagged.

Morph gives a wave to Charge. He busy's himself by checking himself out for any dirty spots. He already his clean, though. "We have some slow days.." Morph comments after Charge.

Moments ago, Psychogenesis left the Spire--for perhaps the first time in a long while. Silently, he walked down the main street of Berlin, that lead from the Empire's central headquarters to the Teleporter Branch of MavBerlin. Random citizens of Berlin could only stare at him from a distance, most keep away and trying to keep out of view of the robed figure. But, eventually, he would arrive on the scene of Flame Stag's Operation Briefing. With nothing to say, the Sphinx Squad XO simply crosses his arms, keeping to the back... the two-toned eyes watching over all of those currently gathered, studying them, from behind a veil of unbreakable darkness.

Flame Stag nods his head as Midnight appears, then glances askew at Charge. "How ironic," he says with a disturbingly pleasant grin, "I was thinking much the same myself. It's been far too long since we've showed the humans what they truly have to fear."

He turns around to face the screen, which switches to a map of Neo-Tokyo. "This is tonight's target, ladies and gentlemen. The city of Neo-Tokyo. The start of the operation is going to be simplicity itself....all units will infiltrate, to the best of their abilities, and stand down while awaiting my signal. Use whatever means appropriate to find a hiding spot until then." The screen then displays several arrows leading from various points around the city, towards the center. "Our target, if possible, is to be city hall. Make your way to the target, and crush everything that opposes you. This is going to be slash-and-burn, people, leave nothing standing."

Morph hmm hmm hmms. "Excellent..." silk whirls around him, gravity helped, in a demonstrative fashion, then dissapear. "I understand. Dirty humans..."

Charge Lemming nods to Morph and Flame, and then misses the ball again. He doesn't have real hands, so you can't really blame him. "Been a slow coupla weeks. We're gonna have ta make up for dat with /extra/ fun t'night." He says sagely. Charge doesn't really care what they're doing, just so long as it's fun. Or easy. Or hopefully both. Charge doesn't bother restarting his game, and instead looks at the map. "Crush, maim, destroy." He translates.

The teal and crimson optics of Psychogenesis flicker upwards towards the map as it is revealed by the Leutant. The only indication one has of his understanding of the operation is the dip his hood takes when his head is nodded.

Midnight pivots her helmet only slightly towards the screen as the directions are given. Aloof as ever, her only response to this is a curt nod in Flame Stag's direction.

Flame Stag nods, bringing his hand up to salute the assembled forces. "In that case, move out. The operation commences immediately."

*** TRAVEL SPAM ***

Neo Tokyo - Harbor District

Trade is still very much a part of Japan's vitality, and this becomes apparent in this area. Sea-faring hydroplanes of enormous size bob at the carefully controlled docks at the port, while immense cargo-carrying hoverships continually lift into the air and descend on suspension fields to landing pads below. Workers, robotic and human both, dart everywhere as they move to and from their ships while at the same time port authority inspections teams sniff out most of the illegal goods smuggled in.

Despite all the hustle and bustle, traffic here is still well monitored and organized. Among the gargantuan warehouses and high-tech automated sushi bars are scattered a few much smaller and older buildings left over from before the earthquake which destroyed most of this city, which now house everything from quite legal bars to not-so-legal establishments.

Flame Stag [M] Dr. Wily [Normal] [RM]

Minzoku Shrine Old Apartment

Tako's

Ocean <O> leads to Honshu.

North <N> leads to Neo Tokyo - Donachi Business District.

South-East <SE> leads to Neo Tokyo - Industrial District.

West <W> leads to Neo Tokyo - Nogaki Commercial District.

Morph Moth arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Morph Moth has arrived.

Psychogenesis arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Psychogenesis has arrived.

Midnight arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Midnight has arrived.

<Global News Network> "This is Bubsy Bobcat live in Neo-Tokyo, with a special report!" *cue footage of rush hour on a highway in Neo-Tokyo, with cars backed up out the wazoo. Except there's an ominous cloud of dust making it's way down the road at high speed, leaving smashed cars and confused emergency workers in it's wake. There's panic on the road itself, as people literally abandon their cars, jumping off of the highway itself, trampling each other....total chaos.* "We're not quite sure what's happening here, it appears as if some object has begun to move down the Capital City roadway at an extreme rate of speed....whatever this is, it's very fast, and inflicting serious civilian casualties. Neo-Tokyo police have no casualty estimates at the moment, but they are expected to be high. Wait...this just in...."

Guts Man arrives from the Donachi Business District.

Guts Man has arrived.

Napalm Man arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Napalm Man has arrived.

Bubble Man arrives from the Donachi Business District.

Bubble Man has arrived.

Rajura Doji arrives from the Donachi Business District.

Rajura Doji has arrived.

<Global News Network> *more footage, this time of something metallic and shiny leaping from the roadway and bouncing off of several skyscrapers. The camera follows the movement as best it can, but the object is too fast...then it stops, and Flame Stag can be seen standing on the top of a skyscraper, dangling a Japanese man over the edge. He looks like your everyday salariman, probably plucked right out of his car as the Maverick went past. "PEOPLE OF JAPAN!" the stag bellows, waving his 'hostage' for emphasis. "Somewhere over the centuries, you have lost your way. You have accepted a foreigner as your emperor. You have accepted outside occupiers. And you do nothing to resist, except mewl pathetically. Well, THIS IS YOUR WAKEUP CALL!" With that, he allows the man in his grasp to fall, screaming...then suddenly cuts the scream off with a burst of flame from his flamethrowers. "Your false emperor and his pathetic toys can't protect you now. RISE UP, MY BROTHERS! RISE UP AND DESTROY THIS PLACE OF WEAKLINGS!"

Dalet arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Dalet has arrived.

Jan Valencia arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Jan Valencia has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Robot Master Chatter] Dr. Wily transmits, "Mavericks. Kill them. Kill them now! KILL THEM UNTIL THEY DIE FROM IT!""

Morph is flying above the ground, and causing damage by lifting up bits of stuff lying around the area with gravity, and throwing the 'junk' at other people, mostly humans. He has shoots silk bombs and other silk attacks at his targets, wrapping one guy up in a cocoon. He laughs softly. "Filthy humans..."

Atop the same skyscraper where Flame Stag made such a wonderful presentation and speech, the darkness compounds into a sphere and then erupts into the silhouette of a lanky, robed figure--The Maverick Prophet, Psychogenesis. His arms folded across his chest, each slid into the sleeves of the opposite. In a quiet voice, he intones a second warning to the Leutant, "It is time. Do what must be done. Soon, the Robot Masters will be upon us.. and our attention will be spread thin." He gives a nod, the crimson optic on the right side of his face glowing harshly, penetrating the darkness that always rules the inner-side of his hood.

Charge Lemming had been here via stealth, using the mighty powers of never-been-seen-before to avoid causing anyone to flip out at the sight of a Maverick. As far as everyone else knew, he was just another typical civilian armed to the teeth with high-powered weaponry standing on a street corner near Flame Stag. But as Flame Man gives 'the signal' by shouting at the top of his lungs, Charge Lemming leaps into action, pulling out a short ranged machine gun from who-kows-where. "You all have two choices, fleshies - DIE OR DIE!" he shouts. The Maverick assault Reploid opens fire like an inbred hick with his awkwardly held machine gun, but amazingly doesn't hit anyone aside from a few parked cars. "Robot Masters, shnobot masters!" he snorts at Morph Moth. "I don fear no stinkin' Robot Masters." Nevermind that he's never /seen/ a Robot Master before. Except on the Wily Show every week.

What is this? Invaders invading the heart of Japan? Like the mythical defender known as Godzilla another defender rises from the deep! Complete with a chorus of singing Japanese school children.

"The internal organs which go go the person! Hero to child! As for the modification to Gutsdozer your power everything is decided! When Gutsdozer, covering the blood land,! As for Ooooo the person where the internal organs which go go! Your power is strong! Never it is not struck by the will all buffoonery teacher... the person of the internal organs!

As the children sing Guts Man appears hovering slightly in place, complete with anime lines flying by. From out of nowhere extra body parts come flying in, attaching themselves to his body until there is no more Guts Man, only the Gutsdozer, Defender of Japanese Children.

Guts Man changes into his Gutsdozer armor.

Flame Stag nods to Psychogenesis as the burned corpse of his former 'hostage' finally hits the ground. "Very well then," he says to the Prophet, before kicking in the roof access door and making his way down.

For the Mavericks there is only thing that can be said, that they have committed a heinous crime and idiotic blunder with their choice to assault Tokyo. While the Robot Masters are arriving, perhaps to save the day for the small section of land being currently ravaged by Mavericks, another defender appeared on the scene. In one hand did he carry a jug filled with white liquid, some delicious nectar by which to drown away the thirsts that plague him in the throes of combat. In the other was a whip, already removed from the holder on his hip, the weapon. Dalet had arrived, for this was Yakuza territory that they were messing with, and he wasn't going to sit idly by while his friends, his family, were embarrassed...or worse.

There's a reason Japan has accepted Wily Rule. And the approaching opposition would be some of the reasons. Bubbling from the clear harbor water resides the Robot Master's Posiedon, his body slowly seeping out of the muddied sands, the soft cloud sinking down around his unassuming form. Funny thing about unassuming forms.

They cause enemies to underestimate.

For though Bubble Man by himself is not terribly imposing, there are other things in the water besides him. Raybots shuffle from the sand, swinging their electrical tails, floating up with Bub, and swirling around their Regent. "What must be done, I fear, will have to wait. You have been found guilty of pissing off Wily. The penalty, as always, is a serious asskicking from his boys. How you plead is irrelevant, for your case is about to rest."

Now there are tons of Robot Masters in the area, fighting the Mavericks but, Rajura Doji can soon be seen encroaching on the perimeter of the scene. HE's standing next to a General, as thick lines of Japanese Infantry and mechanized Cavalry (Tanks) form a tight perimeter and begin to squeeze the area of conflict down to the smallest possible area. A man on a loudhorn asks in Japanese for this to cease in the next 10 seconds or they will open fire.

Napalm Man is Treading down the street... he FINALLY arrives. His boosters were at full speed as he puts one foot out and skids to a stop on the sidewalk. With a loud clang as his weapons ring out on full blast. No..they're not firing *YET* but they're humming. That means he's armed! He's..alreayd picked his Target. The guy with a Machine Gun. the....Wimpy and small machine gun in his eyes. Yeah..Charge Lemming. He's staring coldy at him...as he begins to tread towards him at a high speed. Leaving Scorch marks just at the begining of his race towards the insanely firing lemming.

Psychogenesis returns Flame Stag's nod, then turns about as the Leutant runs off to the Access Door, and he steps closer to the edge of the roof of the building. Standing there, his robes blowing slightly in the wind, he simply watches over the scene that unfolds below. So long it has been since he watched over an Operation such as this.. Such chaos and disorder.. the true intentions of the night? Well.. one shall see.

Spy Eye arrives from the Donachi Business District.

Spy Eye has arrived.

Charge Lemming is enjoying shooting up parked cars when all of a sudden, the massive Gutsdozer begins roaring onto the scene. "Oh no!" Charge shouts, ignoring his earlier comment about not fearing anything. He fears singing and Japanese children. As other Robot Masters and Yakuza begin showing up on the scene, Charge Lemming pulls up on his machine gun firing and starts making a strategic advance to the rear, figuring the rest of the Mavericks can handle any alpha strike that the forces of evil (the other evil, not Maverick evil) might be cooking up. But alas, he's stopped by the arrival of Napalm Man. Skidding to a halt, Charge hesitates, looking over his shoulder at the size 10 tank-thing, and the size 5 tank-thing. Size 10. Size 5. "Hmmmm." Charge Lemming says. "Hmmm." Charge says again. "Righto, then, I think I know which way we'll go." Charge points his machine gun at Napalm Man and opens fire. Charge'll (I hope!) dive out of the way before Napalm Man actually runs him over.

You miss Napalm Man with your Short-ranged Machine Gun attack.

Napalm Man is charging at...Charge Lemming. Yes. How Ironic! When...he sees the muzzle begin to flash up. He puts down his leg and LEAPS into the air. Leaving a nice big cracked dent in the sidewalk as he evades the gunfire, going right under him. He crashes down to the ground with a big thud...

"Hey Kiddo! Watch where you're pointing that thing! you could hurt someone."

He says that with a dark, even giggly tone as he put out both his arms to the side as little compartments open up on the top of his chest and begin to belt out powerful small projecticles at Charge Lemming...in bulk! it's like his chest is ONE big Mini-Gun now.

Huh? (Type "help" for help.)

Rooftop to rooftop, building to building a dark leaping figure is covering an unnatural amount of ground in a very short time span. Unnatural, only because the figure appears to be a human...and not a very large human at that. As the chaos ensues largely near the ground level, the armor clad figure disappears into the main building of a reploid armament facility near the very heart of the city. Unnoticed, the figure slips back out into the night and bounds across a block and a half of rooftops before turning to face the direction it had come from. The cyborg/ninja lifts her left arm and presses a series of buttons on the inside of her gauntlet. In the distance, a very precise explosion can be seen for miles, moving from the bottom of the reploid armament building upwards successively in three floor incraments. A ripple effect of bright flashes and deep rumbling builds as the building collapses almost neatly into itself, forcing a thick cloud of dust and minor debris outwards through the streets below in every direction. High on a nearby rooftop, the dark figure lowers her arm to her side as the explosion reflects off of the visor of her helmet. Midnight pivots and looks down into the streets below at the swell of tanks and infantry below. She grinds her thumb and foretalon across each other thoughtfully. Lets see...what next?

Step, step, step, step, each little foot fall is a quiet noise, echoing gently through this beautiful city that the Mavericks had chosen to assault. Dalet, chewing off the top of the gallon of milk, easily devoured the drink, most of it drained away with a massive throwing back of the head and the raising of the container to his mouth. White fluid slipped down the outskirts of his mouth, falling down from the face and dripping upon the ground even while Dalet cast aside the gallon of milk. Down he reached, one massive claw encircling the handle of the knife he often had upon his left side, only to be easily cast up into the air toward Morph Moth. "FILTHY WORTHLESS GARBAGE, GET DOWN HERE NOW OR I WILL RIP YOUR LEGS OFF!"

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Dagger Throw attack.

A warning shot of bubbles isn't exactly threatening, one would assume. But this particular splash of bubble has left a concrete crater in front of Flame Stag. "I'm sorry, sometimes I don't annunciate. What I meant to say was,"

Bubble Man fires another shot at Flame Stag, this time aiming a little better.

Bubble Man misses Flame Stag with his Mini-bubble attack.

Rajura Doji remains standing next to the General. he speaks a few words into the General's ear, and the man nods. The Tanks and Infantry move in, there is sporadic cover fire, but so far they are just containing the perimeter, allowing the robots to fight eachother firstly. Doji looks around for Mr. Valencia.

And speaking of chaos and disorder! The top of the elevator shaft that leads up to the rooftop - which /normally/ is only for access and maintanence purposes - lights up. Ding!

It opens, revealing - along with several cowering civilians - the black-clad and wide-eyed figure of Jan Valencia. He has, in one hand, a pistol; in the other, there is a large weapon that seems analogous to an assault rifle. "Hey, what's /up/, man," he says, as he steps out onto the roof. (The elevator closes behind him, /very/ quickly.)

"Welcome to Neo-Tokyo! I'm your host, Jan Valencia, and today we will be serving a dish of PAIN and HUMILIATION!" He lifts up the pistol, cocking the automatic with his teeth, and then continues: "We strongly recommend p***ing in your stupid goth cloak, followed by a course of prayer to your IMPOTENT GOD!"

He lifts up the smaller gun, sighting along it: "But if you /act now/, we still have a special on plain, old-fashioned suicide!" He lets out a few yipping little laughs, and concludes, "/Highly/ recommended! Now! What is your decision, Mister or Missus Too Stupid To Live!?"

To accent this, he fires a round for that pistol at the cloaked figure's legs.

Jan Valencia strikes Psychogenesis with his Holdout Pistol attack.

Morph gets a dagger in his arm. He turns his attention to the mole. "Ah, you dirty beast! I should not waste my time with such an inferior creature...go back to the dirty earth!" he forms a ball of silk tightly in his hands, and tosses it. Once it hits something, the silk ball should explode.

Morph Moth misses Dalet with his Silk Bomb attack.

Guts Man rolls through the streets of Neo Tokyo, trying to find any of the invaders so that he can mash them to a bloody pulp of bloody death. Mmmmmm violence.

Charge Lemming and Napalm Man are clearly greased lightning on the battlefield! Either that or they're both terrible shots. Desperation comes through for Charge Ma-LEMMING, and he leaps up into the air. A big bulky jet pack on his back ignites, propelling the Reploid up and away from Napalm Man, neatly avoiding the blasts from the chest gun. "Hah! Shows what YOU know!" he retorts loudly back to Napalm Man. Having deftly thrashed Napalm Man with his witty insults, Charge Lemming tosses his machine gun to the side and lands down near Napalm Man, hoping to outmaneuver the larger robot.

The lemming pulls out a metal baseball bat from his previous who-knows-where location. "Best thing 'bout you Robot Masters..." Charge viciously swings his bat, trying to smash Napalm Man's chassis, "Is that you make da BEST target practice!"

You strike Napalm Man with a solid hit from your Conveniently Placed Object attack.

Flame Stag, meanwhile, is a bit more sedate. Sort of. While Jan moves up, Flame is moving down in the skyscraper, herding panicked residents before him with bursts of his arm-mounted flamethrowers. The path that the stag took is highly visible, due to the scorched walls and rampant fires left in his wake. It's even visible from outside the building.

So, Bubble doesn't have too much trouble finding Flame, but unfortunately the stag was ready for interlopers. He leaps away just in time to avoid the bubbles, spinning in mid-air and grinning broadly. "That wasn't very nice," he admonishes with a chiding wag of his forefinger, moments before he charges and attempts to bowl the diver-Master over. Rather simple, huh?

Flame Stag strikes Bubble Man with his Charge attack.

Flap flap flap. Flap flap flap. Look! Up in the sky! Its the Spy Eye! Floating down towards the battle, the eye blinks. Spying Flame Stag, it homes in on the Maverick, bumping him in the back of the head. Bump. Bump. Bump.

Even while the dagger was in the midst of flying through the air Dalet was already preparing, his body leaning over and the claws slashing into the ground itself, procuring a very large chunk of earth. While a blast flew through the air, some strange silk-based weaponry which exploded and coated an area behind Dalet, the Vole-based Android stood up straight. "You know, if you wanted to get killed all you had to do was walk up to a Maverick Hunter and ask them to shoot you in the face," Dalet told Morph Moth, even while he chucked the piece of ground at the Maverick.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Generic Ranged attack.

Morph gets struck with a piece of ground, plinking off him. "Ouch.." the moth says. He doesn't comment. Raising his arms, he generates a gravity field to lift up several debris from the ground, including some loose metal pieces from nearby hardware store, and flings them all at Dalet.

Morph Moth misses Dalet with his Junk Rain attack.

Napalm Man goes reeling backwards...arms out as he tries to maintain his footing! THAT HURT! He grrrssss and quickly shakes it off.. and raises his two fists. As The bomb whiiiirrsss into them..being replaced with two metal magentic prongs that begin to spin.

He places them down and Aims at charge. Someone is upset... he lets loose a LOUD Battle yell as he begins to let loose with Magentic Railgun rounds at Hypersonic speeds at his Oppoenet.

"YYyyyAaaaaRRRRRRR!"

Napalm Man misses you with his Railgun attack.

Bubble Man leaps out of the water, a rare move on his part, in hopes of his attacks keeping Flame on his toes. To no avail. Flame effectively slams into him, rolling Bubs over and back into the water. As Bub sinks in, however, a large fishlike drone leaps from the water, apparently in defense of his Master. The titanium barracuda snaps his jaws viciously, flying through in an attempt to take a bite out of Stag.

Bubble Man misses Flame Stag with his Cudabots attack.

Dalet stood there, one arm extended out far, the claw itself pointing downward with the nearly scythe-like shaped weapon, and even as he watched on the attack he had thrown worked. The weapon cracked against Morph Moth, yet it failed to do any manner of actual damage that would send the fool to the ground. However, when Morph Moth opted to prepare his own attack, Dalet acted, his body lurching forward, as though to fall onto the ground, the overall structure of his legs and arms and even neck altering, while the claws were a blur of action. Into the ground went the Android, leaving behind only a hole in the ground for most to watch on, leaving them to ponder as to where exactly Dalet went too.

Flame Stag has just the thing. Holding a hand out before him, there's a rush of flames, and then a low 'pop!' as a large iron-shod greatclub appears in his hands. It too is aflame, tongues of fire dancing along it's surface as the barracuda comes in, closer, closer....*WHACK!* And in a single swipe, Flame sends the drone flying off and back towards the android who sent it. Boston Red Sox, eat yer hearts out.

Flame Stag misses Bubble Man with his Generic Ranged attack.

Morph is no fool, (Since he has a good escape route out of this once the fight is over), and he knows that when a combatant burrows like that, they'll emerge somewhere near to attack. Morph keeps his eyes peeled very carefully...

*KACHINK*

Still, however, the wind ruffles at the edges of the robes, the wrinkles and folds created making the hole put there by Jan's shot all but possible to see. There's a slight pause to be had as the Robed Figure's hood turns slightly to the side. "Jan?" He asks, the question begging a hint of confirmation to what he had heard, "...has the human race run out of male names already?" A smirk is had before the figure's right hand comes across and grips at the robes, before pulling on them in just the right way that they all come flowing off, quite easily, and are discarded off to the side; where they slam against the wall of the ridge of the rooftop. Now... staring at his tour guide, Psychogenesis raises his left hand. "Pesky creature." The ever-still, venetian face shakes lightly.. and then, from the folds of leather straps that make up the hand and arm.. thousands of tiny razor wires all lash out from within. They spiral about and lash wildly back and forth before all focusing on the same target--Jan Valencia. The cocky, impatient young man would, then, become the subject of a sever razor lashing.

Psychogenesis changes into his Blade armor.

Psychogenesis strikes Jan Valencia with his Wire Lash attack.

Charge Lemming is sure glad he picked THIS tank, and not the OTHER tank. THIS tank seems to be a big ol' wimp! Perhaps Napalm Man was simply stunned by the bat, as Charge Lemming has enough time to, in order, gasp at Napalm Man's two giant... er... 'prongs' (wink wink, nudge nudge), reach up with one of his claws, and bat both of the railguns off-target before they can blast into him at point-blank range. Charge is way, WAY too slow to dodge something that goes that fast, so it's a good thing he was able to block instead. "Right back atcha," he sneers at Napalm Man, refering to his grunt. The short Maverick is about to swing with his baseball bat again, but alas, the fine fine weapon snapped in two upon striking Napalm Man's chassis. "Right, then. We'll do dis the old fashioned way!" Charge Lemming gives a vicious swipe at Napalm Man with one of his claws, attempting to press his early advantage over the dastardly Robot Master.

You strike Napalm Man with a glancing hit from your Claw attack.

Napalm Man raises his hands to blow the claws...they hit..and it HURTS...he attempts to use his boosters to burst forward suddenly...hoping to send this Maverick Reeling in the other direction. In the meantime... Those big Weapon holding hands of his, transform again, this time theres two realllly big blades, pendlum like on his as he attempts to then charge at the physchotic Lemming and slash down on him with the blades. He's not speaking at all...he's all..Rage n' stuff right now.

Napalm Man strikes you with a solid hit from his Destroyer attack for 22 units of damage.

The light noise of an elevator door opening could be heard, mostly by Dalet, as he walked out of the elevator. All in all he was proud of himself, for having dug into the ground to avoid Morph Moth and therein dig up into a building nearby, that had an elevator leading up a few stories. As he walked over, peering out at Morph Moth through what could only be called a window, the Vole was already plotting. His body leapt forth, easily leaving the building, claws at the ready while the whip was uncurled in mid-fall. Through the air was that weapon cast, a powerful assault directed toward the head of Morph Moth, hoping to smash right into his face and force him to the ground.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Face Crack attack.

Morph Moth is temporarily disoriented by Dalet's Face Crack attack.

"Uh, it's pronounced 'Yon', you - what the hell!" Jan steps back hastily, his hand getting sliced as his pistol is diced into tiny pieces. He sucks briefly on the series of bloody wounds on his hand, stepping back a couple of paces.

And then he looks up again, his mouth bloody, and grins widely enough to show /all/ of his teeth. "So I guess this means you wanna do this thing the FUN way!" The /big/ gun is now aimed towards Psychogenesis, and he pulls down the trigger, aiming it as he would a fire hose.

Jan Valencia strikes Psychogenesis with his Illegal Firearms attack.

Back did Dalet cast that weapon of his, the whip itself uncurling once more as it was thrown into a straight line behind him, his right hand extended slightly out to the side. The claw held the whip's handle carefully, though not too tightly nor too lightly, and thus even as he swung the hand forward did it react accordingly. The length of the whip moved, swinging forward with the handle, the length of the whip itself being directed toward where the fallen Morph Moth was.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Sideways Crack attack.

Knock his drones around all you want, few will dare actually strike him. The cuda turns to avoid Bub and hits the water, to which Bub smirks, looking over at Stag. "Y'know, you really don't belong here. I thought all bots were your friends." He doesn't actually wait for a response, simply keeps up his longrange warfare from the harbor, this time fire a jet-propelled harpoon for Flame's midsection.

Bubble Man strikes Flame Stag with his Harpoon attack.

The whip makes a deep gash in the moth, causing mechfluid to bleed out of the wound. He leaps back in the air with a cry. Alright, looks like he'll have to fight hard now. He targets Dalet, and flies directly above him. Powder starts falling out of the circles in his wings, drifting down to stop the vole/mole.

Morph Moth strikes Dalet with his Stun Powder attack.

Dalet is temporarily disoriented by Morph Moth's Stun Powder attack.

Charge Lemming feels like he has the advantage in a close-combat match like this versus a long-ranged beast like Napalm Man. This, ladies and gentlemen, is why Charge Lemming is an idiot. "My claws're bigger den /your/ claws." he sneers at the Robot Master. It doesn't matter if this is actually true or not. "What's wrong, Robot Master? I didn't break yer vocal cables, did I? Hah!" Charge prepares to slash at Napalm Man once again, but this time the Master gets there first, driving towards Charge and smashing into him. The Maverick goes flying into the air. But, alas, not in a controlled fashion. He finally hits the ground and smashes into a lamppost, denting it horribly. Getting up from his rear, Charge rubs his head, "Ow..." he mutters. "Well, it'll take more den dat to slow down a real all-German Maverick like me!" he shouts. The mech builds up speed and charges towards Napalm Man, attempting to run /him/ over. Course... Napalm's way bigger.

You miss Napalm Man with your Charge attack.

The whip itself gave off a beautiful sounding crack, as the popper exceeded some eighteen hundred miles per hour, the tip of it cutting into Morph Moth and drawing a smile onto Dalet's face. Yet, while the weapon was being returned, drawn away from the Maverick the counter was launched, and so it was that Dalet was forced down onto the ground, one claw digging into the dirt, while he cussed quietly beneath his breath.

Morph's eyes narrow. Yes, he has him right where he wants him...after the stun powder is dispensed, the second pair of circles pour down a thicker, deeper colored powder down on the mole...it's highly corrosive, and it hurts a lot.

Morph Moth strikes Dalet with his Poison Powder attack.

Napalm Man skids out of the way...just BARELY... he watches Charge pass him...or.. wherever he goes. He watches his pass. "Hey Speedy Gonazles... I'm over HERE" he says as he begins to unload bombs at Charge Lemming.. Bombs that explode into RAZOR SHARP Shrapnel as they hit the dirt and hopefully Charge Lemming as he begins to treads backwards from his attacks stragetically , getting space between him and the Maverick Physco.

Napalm Man strikes you with a solid hit from his Shrapnel Bomb attack for 19 units of damage.

**PFFT**

As the bullet penetrates the heavily bound 'leather' armor of Psychogenesis, his stance noticably shifts, his shoulder jerkin back. In time, his head tilts to glance at the smoke trailing up from the wound. "..ouch." He mutters under his breath, before his head is turned up towards Jan again. The crimson eye flares briefly, "You know.. Yon.. Guns. Are a very.." He considers the word a moment, "..dangerous.. thing. An quite insufficient, to say the least." He reaches behind his back and takes hold of a small cylinder. A flick of a switch and there is a hum of energy that precursers an erruption of energy from either side, spilling forth two crimson blades of energy. Psyche spins the weapon carefully, energy trails surrounding his body, "...This, however." If his grin could be seen behind the mask, it would be quite dastardly. "-This-.. is a -REAL- weapon." And suddenly, Psyche is gone. And, in the same instance, he steps into place right behind Jan. And without a word, he lunges forward, dipping one side of the energy blade down, so that it might burn through the flesh of the man's kneecap.

Psychogenesis strikes Jan Valencia with his Joint Assault attack.

Jan Valencia is temporarily disoriented by Psychogenesis's Joint Assault attack.

Flame Stag grits his teeth as the harpoon slams into his frame, inflicting some fairly decent damage. Stag manages to grin disturbingly through the pain, grabbing the harpoon and snapping it in half. Then, he draws back and pitches the tetsubo with all his might, the giant fiery club spinning through the air with every apparent intention of smashing Bubble over the head.

Flame Stag misses Bubble Man with his Infernal Tetsubo attack.

Metallic teeth gritted while the corrosive rain fell upon Dalet, his outer layer of faux fur began to melt away, devoured by the disgusting capabilities of Morph Moth's weapons. However, his eyes raised up toward Morph Moth, staring, glaring even while a slight twinkling existed in the depths of the eyes. Something was building, something that Dalet was far too happy to unleash against this interloper into his home, his family's place of existence.

Dalet arose, his whip being curled up and settled onto the holder at his side, the acidic chemicals upon his body being somewhat ignored, even while they chewed away at the titanium that was the main component of his exoskeleton. Instead, the twinkling in the eyes increased, until finally it erupted outward, a blinding light for any who were staring carefully at the eyes themselves, the Timestopper unleashed.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Quick Getaway attack.

Morph Moth is temporarily disoriented by Dalet's Quick Getaway attack.

"You know, knives are really ****ing /gay,/ so - gahh!" Jan stumbles forwards, dropping the gun and clutching at his knee! He hops up and down a little, looking obviously rather pained. How humiliating!

Again with the stunning, except this time Morph is frozen still in time.

Bubble Man pulls out another harpoon, this one not a projectile, but a seeming trident. He holds the blade out before him, and a cyclone of water appears over him, lifting him up towards the docks. But instead of coming to do battle, Bubble Man merely points the trident at Flame Stag, and the cyclone beneath him swallows the Robot Master. A temporary setback, as the trident plunges back out of the cyclone at Flame again, and this time, the torrent obeys.

Charge Lemming screeches to a halt after Napalm Man manages to nimbly (hah!) get out of the way of his attack. The Maverick snorts and turns around to face the Robot Master once again. "Says YOU!" he shouts back, no doubt once again putting Napalm Man firmly into his place. Charge Lemming begins running towards the Master, huffing and puffing as he pumps his arms. The bombs sent from Napalm Man shatter right at his feet, spewing razor sharp metal fragments in all directions. Many of the jagged slivers hack into Charge Lemming's body, causing havoc to both his armour and his internal systems. "Ga... ah!" he coughs. The lemming does two things in retaliation. First, he starts bleeding a whole lot. Second, he keeps on charging towards Napalm Man, single-mindedly trying to hack at the Robot Master with his claws. Hackity hackity hackity hack!

Bubble Man misses Flame Stag with his Water Cannon attack.

You strike Napalm Man with a minor hit from your Claw Swipe attack.

Another series of spins are had of the Beamblade Staff, the crimson eye behind the mask focusing on Jan and studying him with, whoever might guess it, slight.. interest. "You know.. the interesting thing about humans is.. they can bleed to death. BUT.. if you hit them with just the right weapon, you can cause an insatiable amount of pain.. without all the mess." He nods his head, the blade still spinning. And then, he twists the handle, so that the staff splits apart into two seperate swords--the colors of the energy blades shifting to a teal color. And, without another word, Psychogenesis blinks again.. and upon relocating himself to be behind the man, he swings twice. Both blades starting off out to the side and being swung inwards... one blade passes low, across the legs, while the other hits high, across the arms and back.

Psychogenesis strikes Jan Valencia with his Dual Blade Slash attack.

The small Android, barely three feet tall most of the time, began to move again as he stalked over toward the wall, kicking aside the empty gallon of milk he had devoured previously. His claws went out, each one sinking into the wall, and up climbed the creature, easily handling this task in comparison to such duties as digging through solid rock. At the adequate height, he looked over his shoulder toward Morph Moth, his eyes no longer twinkling since the Timestopper had been used and required a good deal of time for a recharge. Instead, he merely ripped away from the wall, using his lower legs to shove him through the air toward Morph Moth.

Like some sort of Super Hero did Dalet fall, only to land on top of the frozen Morph Moth, perhaps beginning the jarring from frozen existence that often would occur. The left claw moved quickly, acquiring the handle of the dagger that was still inside Morph Moth, and ripping it free. "Thanks, I don't like to lose those," Dalet told Morph, even as he put the dagger away and let his body fall free from the Maverick, the free claw being directed to rake down the front of Morph Moth's body.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Scythe Claws attack.

Flame Stag yelps, jumping backwards /just/ in the nick of time to avoid the blast of water and spears. Eep. That was close. Flame narrows his eyes, kicking at a nearby rock...it flies up into the air, and he quickly 'smooshes' it between his hands so that when he releases it, it's a near-perfect sphere. Lines of molten lava can be seen running across it. With a grin, Flame throws it up towards Bubble...and when it hits the water, the rapid cooling causes it to explode and rain burning rock all over the Robot Master.

Flame Stag misses Bubble Man with his Lava Bomb attack.

Napalm Man raises his arms again.... but sometimes the Lemming gets through striking at the inner armor of the Robot Master as he winces some. That armor may be tough... and it can take a beating..but it STILL FREAKING HURTS. Then Two really large tubes form out of his shoulders...they spark a moment.

"***WHOOOOOSSSSSSSSSHHHHH****

The Entire area in front of Napalm is engulfed in a sudden burst of Flame from the Dual Flame throwers. Yes...the name Napalm does seem to invoke some sense of Fire Weaponary.

Napalm Man strikes you with a minor hit from his Incinerator attack for 12 units of damage.

Jan Valencia snarls as he's slashed; the words register in his brain as 'words words words'. But he's been toughened enough, through cybernetics and substance abuse, to find that place. The place where they can't ever hurt you, where you can hide and be safe, and where they won't FIND you.

And where you can PLOT THEIR SAVAGE DEMISE.

And the weirdo is right behind him, too. His arms spread apart, the bleeding surprisingly little. "You jerks had to come here and ruin my night, man - and you know what I think of that? Hah?!" His voice grows strident!

"I think that ALL! YOU! B**CHES!" There's a sudden glow of heat, and his shirt bursts into flames as the wave of painful, searing heat radiates from his body; beneath the burning shirt, there are strange and ornate tattoos. "Can just... DIE!"

Jan Valencia strikes Psychogenesis with his All You B--ches Can Just Die attack.

The claws cut deep, and Morph shrieks again. He then looks at himself. "N-no! I'm...unclean! How dare you mar my beautiful body!" he says. Frustrated, he keeps to the air again. He thinks it's time to use his ultimate weapon. He puts his hands forward, and forms a large ball of silk...gravity wavers around it as Morph charges it up. Once the gravity has charged it, Morph aims it at Dalet. "Silk Shot!" he cries, and fires the big ball of silk.

Morph Moth strikes Dalet with his Silk Shot attack.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Hey! How's it going out there?"

"Y'know," Charge says to Napalm Man as he continues to hack at his tanky hide, "I just wanted ta tell ya how much I'm enjoyin' bashin' heads with ya. Or against ya. Or whatever. Dis here is my first /real/ trip out in da killin' field, an' it's been a real blast so far. Thanks, mate!" Charge winds up to take an extra large slash at Napalm when suddenly he ends up blasted by dual flamethrowers, washing Charge Lemming from head to toe with fire. Scorched and staggering backwards, sporting many wounds from all the damage he's received, Charge cackles, "Hah! Get it? 'Had a blast'?" He pauses to see if Napalm Man got his joke.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth sounds frustrated. "Filthy mole, he's gotten me unclean..."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Charge Lemming transmits, "I haven't been able ta kick a Master for ya yet."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "Silk Shot!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Flame Stag transmits, "It's going."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Go get'em Morph!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "S'alright Charge, I appreciate the effort."

A hiss escaped from the rodent mouth of Dalet, as he lifted up one hand toward his chest, the victim of the powerful blast unleashed by Morph Moth. "YOU WORTHLESS MAVERICK, I'M GOING TO RIP YOUR NEURAL NET OUT AND EAT IT!" Dalet screamed out, even as he did one swinging move of his right hand, lowering it down to catch ahold of the whip and uncurl it, the length flying out behind him. Forward did Dalet therein cast his weapon, once more hoping to use it upon Morph Moth, although this time it appeared to have a more mischevious purpose, this time he was doing it to grasp ahold of the Maverick and keep him still.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Solid Wrap attack.

Morph Moth is temporarily disoriented by Dalet's Solid Wrap attack.

Bubble Man avoids that last explosive blast by sinking the rocks with a rapid burst of bubbly, making the rocks too heavy to fly. But....that's not all the bubbles Bubble Man has left. Oh, no sir. He's got plenty. Bubble Man floats back up in the funnel, snarling at Flame Stag. "This is getting....boring. Leave." Then, Lord of the Paradoxical Pwn, releases the Ultimate Weapon(tm). Out of his 'snorkel' comes forth a bubble made of a lead and hyrdrogen compound, once thought impossible, but Bubs found a way. And the result is a bowling ball ripping through the docks. Literally. And the trembling sphere of death is heading Flame's way.

Bubble Man strikes Flame Stag with his Bubble Lead attack.

Flame Stag falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

[Radio: (D) Distress] Distress Flame Stag *bweee-ooop* *static*

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Aw heck.."

[Radio: (D) Distress] distress Dr. Doppler sighs. "Dispatching medical rescue team."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "I can take a transport out if you want, Dop. I can drive. Rather not run right now anyway."

As the heat wave erupts outwards, Psychogenesis takes a few steps back, and lowers his head a bit, turning his face away from the source of the heat. The energy blades themselves seem to flicker briefly. However.. once the heat wave passes, the Pythonic Blade turns his eyes back on the creature. "So.. our friend turns out to be no meer human at all. Interesting, yes..." A dark chuckle is emitted, "Then he has machines.. and a.. succeptability.. to a certain... virus." The blades are spun about at either side of his body, "You will become an excellent puppet... yes..." The crimson eye flares briefly, then he charges forward, performing a series of swings with either blade, aiming to carve into the cyborg's chest and arms. First he'll incapacitate him.. and then.. he'll begin the infection.

Napalm Man pauses a moment too as his Flamethrowers recede into his Compartment..... "I'll give *YOU* a *BLAST!* he yells as his head Cannon rars! to Life... that little bar on the side blinking to life. it BLASTS out a powerful *PHOOM*, one that sends Tanky's Form reeling back. When he's come back up..he lets another one go...and then...ANOTHER one He begins to blast at Lemming with his Head Missiles.. he OBVIOUSLY did'nt get the Joke. He's VERY upset right now, and considering this form of "Dis-honorable" right now. This is an INSULT to him! HOW DARE THIS RODENT INSULT THE MASTER OF WEAPONS!

Psychogenesis strikes Jan Valencia with his Beamblade Waltz attack.

Napalm Man strikes you with a solid hit from his Head Missile attack for 26 units of damage.

You are below your courage-endurance point.

Morph is wrapped up. "Augh! You filthy stinking mole! Unhand me!" he yells.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Do so."

"FILTHY? THAT'S THE SCENT OF MILK!" Dalet hollered, his right hand already moving quickly, the whip itself being unwrapped around Morph Moth yet causing the fool to become at least temporarily turned toward one side. His hand went upward, the whip circling about once, before it was unleashed, the full length being cast toward Morph Moth again, this time toward his torso. The end, the popper, looked as ready as always to cut through Morph Moth's skin and pierce those delicate innards.

Dalet strikes Morph Moth with his Overhead Crack attack.

The whip makes a deep gash once more in Morph, letting out more mechfluid. Ouch. Morph shrieks in an insect-like way. He then hears that Flame is down. This makes him angry. "Milk is foul, especially chocolate milk...it is for the weak, such as you, and the stupid. You really are a fool..." last minute insults there. He flies in the air, gets ready, despite the wounds, and flings himself in a divebomb attack towards Dalet. This is it, the killing blow...

Morph Moth strikes Dalet with his Divebomb attack.

Dalet falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

Rajura Doji snaps his fingers as Dalet goes down. but remains impassive as he expects success here.

Flame Stag's eyes widen as the ball of heavy water comes his way. Deer in headlights, even. Then, *SPLAT!* and he goes down in one hit.

"Especially..foul..WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?!" Dalet screamed out, his anger arisen and his mind incapable of handling anything but standing there, screaming...and then of course falling to the ground as he was crushed by Morph Moth's powerful assault.

Spy Eye flies up to hover by Doji, blinking ocassionaly.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "Filthy mole....FILTHY MOLE!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "*SMASH, CRUNCH!*"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth sounds angry.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Charge Lemming transmits, "Hey, I took a bath just-... oh... oh, you...you meant him."

Charge Lemming didn't expect that! He was expecting that Napalm Man would either say that, 'yes, he did get the joke', or perhaps 'no, he did not get the joke'. Instead, he winds up being blasted yet again by the devastatingly powerful Robot Master. The fact he wasn't moving gives him no chance to dodge, and the sheer explosive force sends Charge Lemming crashing through a building wall, nearly bringing the entire thing down upon him. "*hack... hack... cough*..." he wheezes, terribly hurt as he climbs out of the rubble of the wall. He sees Flame Stag go down, and is about to start shouting about retreat. But seeing Morph Moth whip out the asskicking gives him renewed strength. But more importantly, there's something he hasn't done as of yet. Summoning up the last of his reserves, Charge Lemming does what he does best and charges towards Napalm Man, taking a leap so he can give the Robot Master a flying kick. "This one's for Overdrive Ostrich!" he screeches.

You strike Napalm Man with a solid hit from your Violent Frenzy attack.

You are below your courage-endurance point.

Morph gets up. A successful battle. He's a bit angry, though, especially how /dirty/ he is right now. He shuts off his pain sensors, and his eyes indicate he's....angry. He uses his gravity powers to lift several bits of junk, and just begins pummeling Dalet's unconscious form with them, a lot. After this, he regains his calmness, and flies off, very quickly, since he's fast.

Morph Moth retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

"Hey, I'm right HERE, you dumb****," Jan says, pointing at himself - and then letting out a howl of pain at all of the slicing. All this threat of viral infection - as he would say if he wasn't currently being SLICED UP, and trying to wheedle backup out of The Man over the radio.

And then he snarls. "I can deal with some asshole who's out to kill crap - but YOU'RE too much of a ****ing /goth/ to do it /right/!" He crouches as he steps back, extending his fists outwards as his eyes grow even wider. "Nnnngahhhhh... Burning death fist of DESTRUCTION!"

Another wave of heat, this time actually causing some of the air between him and the target to luminesce like plasma, flies out towards the blade-wielding Maverick.

Jan Valencia misses Psychogenesis with his Incineration attack.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "I'm afraid I'm too damaged from this 'excursion', so I am now out of the area. In the teleporters, actually."

Napalm Man takes the frenzy...and hard...this sends his own tanked up self reeling through a wall... he crawls out a bit..and couches through his vents..brining up a billow of plaster smoke. "ALRIGHT! THAT IS *IT*" with this he rears both arms out to either side of him and begins to let loose with.,. EVERYTHING. Flares... Grenades... Missiles...Rockets... GUN fire... and most Importantly!!! Marshmallows. Thats right. MARSHMALLOWS.

And thier single target is this Rodent. NAPALM MAN WILL DO ANYTHING TO WIN! EVEN DEPLETE HIS PRECIOUS MARSHMALLOW LAUNCHER SUPPLY! SEE HOW DESPERATE HE IS!

With every smash that crashed into Dalet more of the body seemed to yield, denting inward, curving inward, and at times ripping apart fully, the internals becoming heavily damaged. As it was, these blows dealt upon Dalet smashed his body open, liquid coming out and starting to seep onto the ground, a white substance that mixed with the dirt and mechfluid about, the milk creating a large pool around Dalet's battered body.

Napalm Man strikes you with a major hit from his Napalm Blast attack for 34 units of damage.

You fall to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

Bubble Man stands on the ground, trident equipped in his one hand. He smiles beneath his mask, and declares to the world around him. "This is Wily's land." he says, calmly but fiercely. "Your field commander has fallen, as shall any who kill a Japanese citizen. Bub strolls over, and drives his trident directly into Flame's throat. "Wily shows no mercy."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Return to base, Moth."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "I am there."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Charge Lemming transmits, "Hah! I got one for ya, Overdrive! I- *blip*"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Ah. Then I'll send a medic for you."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Sweet Dude I-... Charge?"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "So unclean..I must get /clean/!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Just hold on guys, i'm comin' with a ride."

I now direct your attention to the Tokyo global trade building. Here we see a mass of infantry tanks on parade on the street out in front. Evidently they've been ordered to focus on Flame Stag, because that's the direction they're moving. High atop that particular building flits that ever nimble ninja of orderly chaos. What's she doing? Hard to say... Oh look...now she's sliding down from the building on a teather line, actually landing in the street in front of the advancing tanks. She immidently takes to darting and rolling her way around the weapons fire that ensues, eventually hitting another button on her forearm as she tires of the dodging practice. A split second later, a massive cracking sound can be heard from the upper face of the trade building. A series of bright flashes illuminates the face and side of the building, causing the enormous name and logo sign to glow fiercly amid the explosions. For a long moment, nothing else seems to happen, though the black figure on the street below has turned and very hastily advanced down the length of the street. Momentarily disoriented, many of the free standing members of this infantry squad peer upwards at the trade building as the perircing light subsides. All at once, a mighty creaking sound eminates from the depths of this great building, sending a small tremor through the ground. Then, as if in slow motion, the entire face of the trade building slides forward in one enormous chunk. The scream of protesting metal girders knifes through the air in all directions, ending only when the face of the building has sheared off completely into a free fall towards the street below. The infantry squad barely has enough time for a roar of panic before all is silenced by the deafening crash. Midnight doesn't stop to look behind her as heads deeper into the thick of things. What else is left to descimate? Lets find out...

Charge Lemming is going to have to call this one a victory. He managed to kick Napalm mna into a wall on behalf of Overdrive Ostrich, who couldn't be here with us today due to an Act Of of Flame Hyenard <tm>. The little twit is continuing to rush towards the larger Robot Master, grinning as he flexes his claws, "Gonna make you squeal like a piggy!" he shouts. Alas, he never gets the chance to make Napalm Man squeal like a piggy, as the Robot Master gets right back up and unleashes anything and everything upon the poor, innocent Maverick psycho. "My only regret..." Charge mutters as the missiles, napalm, rockets, marshmallows (?!), etc, all locks onto him, "...is getting my ass blown off." Charge Lemming's ass is then quickly blown off, and he falls to the ground, unable to continue the fight.

However... Psychogenesis is not there to be hit by the plasmatic blast of flame. His form turned to darkness and evaporated, only to remit him into existance behind the fallen Jan. "...Burning Death Fist of Destruction?" The lanky reploid kneels down behind Jan, the two individual energy blades extinguished and mounted back on his back. "When we upgrade your systems, we'll have to see what we can do as far as... increasing your creativity levels. Yes." He wiggles his fingers a bit, then lowers his palm to face the back of Jan. Then, once again, a multitude of wires come creeping slowly out, all entwining with one another to form a series of three thin, razor-sharp claws. And with this new set of claws, Psychogenesis arcs back and slams his hand towards Jan's shoulder blade.

Psychogenesis misses Jan Valencia with his Rip-claw attack.

Napalm Man treads on Over...he's sparking. But he's still going. What does he do? he reaches down. and Picks up the Maverick's Keister.

Aqua Man arrives from the Donachi Business District.

Aqua Man has arrived.

Maverick Shuttle <Manta Ray> arrives from the Nogaki Commercial District.

Maverick Shuttle <Manta Ray> has arrived.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Chat Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Yo, whoever's left. <coords> is where I'm setting down. I'd rather not de-stealth if I can help it."

[Radio: (C) Secure] Psychogenesis transmits, "Confirmed."

[Radio: (C) Secure] Psychogenesis transmits, "Give me.. just a few more minutes."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Medbay is prepared for casualties."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Napalm Wolverine transmits, "SHould I move somewhere else to work on my armor repairs, Doctor?"

What's that odd shiimmer in the sky? ... No... nothing, it was just a shooting star... wasn't it? Its odd how the breeze kicks up and then fades out rather quickly. Though the Mavericks likely know what it is. A few streets over, and around a building or two, a transport just came in to pick everyone up. The pilot's just hoping no one notices the shuttle in the parking lot... granted no one should... until the bay doors open up.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "How close are you to finishing?"

Flame Stag is still laying unconscious. Yup.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Chat Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "C'mon guys, this is to hot an area to keep this ship in for long."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Napalm Wolverine transmits, "Just gotta replace my visor. That bastard Hi-Max shattered the polarized one."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Agile transmits, "Hey! If y'all are in Neo Tokyo...bring me some sushi! Dangit!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Then finish your repairs, Napalm."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Napalm Wolverine transmits, "Thank you sir."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Napalm Wolverine transmits, "I'm mobile again, I'll help move the wounded when they get here."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Agile transmits, "I s'pose I can help, once they finish putting this leg back on...Hey! Be careful! That's premium quality duct tape I used!"

Except that Jan heard that speech and he LEAPT TO HIS FEET, scrambling forwards to get out of the way. The blood loss isn't really bothering him, thanks to increased cybernetic efficency of various inner systems, but what /is/ bothering him is the creepy dude with the knives and such things.

And then he turns around - and that weird eye on his skully cap is glowing. "Look, /ass face/," he says, flicking some blood off of his hands. "I think you need to get some /not sucking./" And then the infrared laser that emits from that 'third eye' arcs out towards the sharp-edged Maverick.

Jan Valencia misses Psychogenesis with his Infrared Head Laser attack.

Charge Lemming is laying in a rubble-strewn area in the streets, sans rear-end. He's been scorched repeatedly, slashed, and burned. Napalm Man is standing over him, so grabbing the Lemming might be difficult. As a final act of vengeance, Charge Lemming does his best to bleed on the Robot Master tank.

Spy Eye starts to chase after Midnight. FLAP FLAP FLAP!

"This again?" Psychogenesis's dark voice emits from next to Jan; the reploid standing with his back to the cyborg, arms crossed. As he unfolds his arms and turns about, the three claws on one hand begin to fan out and grow a bit longer.. wires from within the folds of leather on the opposite hand also begin to slide freely, dramatically.. and on either hand, two thin triangular blades are formed. "I had hoped not to have to cause too much structural damage to you... but if you continue to resist me, I'm afraid you're going to lose what is left of your humanity on an Operating table. I -will- make you into a Full Conversion if I must..." And then, he charges forward--to prove his point, he slams one of the blades forward, towards Jan's chest, where the shoulder meets, aiming to seperate the shoulder bone from the collar bone.

Psychogenesis strikes Jan Valencia with his Wristblade attack.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Chat Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Yo. Guys. Are you comin' or not?"

[Radio: (C) Secure] Charge Lemming doesn't reply. For obvious reasons.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Flame Stag dittoes.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Morph Moth is getting his nails done in MEdical Bay.

[Radio: (C) Secure] Psychogenesis transmits, "Time, Overdrive. Just a bit more time.. I almost have a.. new recruit. *dark chuckle*"

[Radio: (C) Secure] Chat Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "I'm more worried about members we already have not comin' home, Psy."

[Radio: (C) Secure] Psychogenesis transmits, "Confirmed Energy Signature degredation for Charge Lemming and Flame Stag. They are offline and will require manual extraction. There is nothing more to worry about it. Just get them out."

Getting a little bit impaitent with the other mavericks, Overdrive decides he'd better go get Charge and Stag himself. Dropping the bay door, the ostrich reploid rockets down the ramp and toward the fray. With as good optics as he has, he's able to spot Charge first. Blurring through, the speedster scoops him up and dashes on through, taking a different, and somewhat longer path, back to the shuttle. Granted with his speed its not that much longer... "One..." he says, setting Charge down inside.. "Now for Flame.."

Overdrive Ostrich has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "One retrieved, getting the other in about 30 seconds here. I don't want them knowin' where the shuttle is."

Napalm Man is leaving now..down the street. Damaged. He can't take any more fighting...he'll destroy himself! But he has that lovely "Charge Lemmings Flithly Butt" Trophy now... he's happy! He's going to have thus mounted when he gets home!

While the rumble of explosives have been decidedly absent for some time now, Midnight is not about to disappoint. granted, due to her camoflage the Spy Eye may have a bit of a time locating her...she's actually made it easy for the poor device and whoever is stearing the thing. As it moves over the rooftops, she drops her camoflage and hurls a pebble at the thing, waving almost cheerily. Once she's got it's undivided attention, she points decidedly to the skyline off to her left, giving the spy eye a moment to respond to her. What has she been up to? Well, all the device is going to see is a mass of skyscrapers of varying shapes and sizes. A moment later though, it becomes clear what she wants to be seen. One huge, rocking explosion tears through the lower right section of one of the nearest buildings of notable height. The destruction has been finely tuned, it would seem for when the building falls it falls not down but instead topples to the right. As the first building falls, it crashes abruptly into the somewhat slimmer corporate headquarters that stands beside it. Just as it hit, Midnight hits another button on her inner arm. Another explosion lights up the adjacent building, speeding it's collapse also to the immidiate right. A third building is struck in identical fashion, now clearly illustrating the domino effect it's creator had in mind. The fourth building in line happens to be an enormous blue/glass art museum. This final building doesn't so much collapse as it does shatter. The compounded sound of billions of pieces of broken glass shattering further upon itself fills the air with an almost pleasant sound to punctuate the last of the destructive rampage. oooo...pretty.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "HOLY )(@*#&$*Static*"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "What in the HECK was that?"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Status report. Now!"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, ".... ... .. .. Doppler."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Know how Dominos work?"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "When you stack'em all in a big long line?"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Then you knock the first one over..."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Follow me?"

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Yes."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "Someone did that with 4 skyscrappers just now."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Mmhm. Very impressive."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Morph Moth transmits, "However did that /deserves/ a promotion."

Charge Lemming, through the good graces of Overdrive Ostrich, is in the transport, doing his best not to bleed all over the upholstery. He isn't doing a terribly good job of it, alas. The mech, being rather KOed, does not get the joy of seeing the results of Midnight's hard work.

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Overdrive Ostrich transmits, "I'm with Morph on this."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Indeed."

[Radio: (A) Chatter] Midnight transmits, "Oopsy."

About 30 seconds after Charge is set to rest in the shuttle, Overdrive scrambles down the ramp and into the city, taking yet another path to get to the warzone. Spotting Stag, he rushes in, gets the reploid over a shoulder (After the blades are sheathed, of course!) and takes off again, heading back to the transport. Its on his way back he skids to a halt, the massive explosion caused by Midnight catching his eyes. "... Whoa..."

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Message: 15/64 Posted Author

Report from Ealier Thu Nov 11 Napalm Man

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*Dr. Wily Sigil. Eplision Sigil*

**it's NAPALM MAN! He's standing in front of Maverick Behind, mounted on a piece of wood**

"So...I responded to these attacks on Tokyo ealier, and I encounted this filthy little Rodent.. **he holds up a print out of "Charge Lemming"** and...I kicked his rear.. off.. **he points to the mounted keister behind him** I think it looks great in the Epsilon Hallway, don't you guys!.

**Dr. Wily Sigil, Epsilon Sigil Out**

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Message: 15/65 Posted Author

Beta Report: Neo-Tokyo Assault Thu Nov 11 Bubble Man

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Bubble Man looks none the worse for wear, despite having just tangled with Flame Stag. The Beta Master's underwater, of course, in the Resivoir, repairing one of his damaged Cudabots while speaking.

"A Maverick Assault team invaded Neo-Tokyo today, through the Harbor District. Since they were right next to the water, I could safely beat the ever loving piss out of them from a safe distance. Flame Stag, their field commander, was trying to run things, but his thirst was soon quenched. I drowned that sucka, and sliced through his throat to prevent further orders from being issued, just in case I missed something. After that, seeing that everyone else was doing as well as I was, I departed from the scene. Now I see that I was false, judging from the reports and debris. As it is such, I do take responsibility for abandoning my post before the every single Maverick was scrap beneath the docks, and I will accept my punishment without opposition."

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