Ruby's Diner

 

Hey look, it's Storm Owl! Have a seat, take a load off...

 

     Welcome to Ruby's Diner, a resturaunt that is now almost legendary due to it's usual clientel. It's a small but quaint place, it's walls covered in vintage posters and newspaper clippings from the dawn of the century. For the first timer, one might want to 'gaze' at the walls and check out all the things the staff and regulars have managed to collect for the walls.

 

     The staff is always friendly, if not a tad cynical and blunt at times, but the food is always good and fast, the coffee is always fresh, and Trish always the back of her hand ready for people who act out of line, her favorite target being Maverick Hunter pretty-boy and XO Zero, who has been a regular here since the day it opened. So sit back, relax, and enjoy some conversation. Everyone knows your name around here, and even if they aren't glad you came, they're sure to still have a bit of conversation with you.

 

Shield [Unarmored] [MH]                Johnny Stryke [Street_legal] [MH]

Drake Sunfire [Drake Sunfire] [NA]     Zell Tristan [Shieldvictim] [NA]

 

Exit <X> leads to New York - Western Downtown.

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Hailstorm Eagle calls.

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Hailstorm Eagle: You say, "Major Storm Owl here."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Hailstorm Eagle says, "Nightlight here. I'm ready to go ahead with my blizzard plan."

 

Storm Eagle arrives from the Western Downtown.

Storm Eagle has arrived.

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission to Hailstorm Eagle: You say, "Confirmed, Hailstorm. Report in on your progress and whether you require any additional resources."

 

[Radio] Tightbeam transmission: Hailstorm Eagle says, "Understood."

 

        There was something inside of Jaacob that made him think of Shield as more of a Maverick, until this point. But if that were the case, he'd probably be a bit more uneasy around so many humans. "I had you figured for a Maverick for the longest time," he admits, lowering his head, fishing through the bag to retrieve something else... A newspaper article. Jaacob sets this on the table, pushing it to Shield. It's not so much an entire newspaper as it is a clipping of an article. The article reads in French, "Prison Riot turns up one dead, one missing". Scanning the first paragraph would reveal the name 'Robert Bishop' as one of the prisonners now missing after a scuffle on grounds. "You remember him?"

 

        Johnny Stryke sits at a booth in Ruby's Diner with Drake Sunfire. This seem less the hustle-and-bustle for the mid-evening crowd. Most people are quietly dining, others talking with friends much like Johnny and Draco are. Shield and Jaacob are at their own seperate table. Johnny Stryke considers it for a second before he nods, "It's good work, Drake. It must've took a genius to map the cybernetic nerve endings... probably alot of practice on your part too." He pauses for a moment and nods, "Sounds like the package I got, more or less. Better arms, better legs, better senses... Jump jets too. After I lost my spinal cord, I still had to fly, y'know." He then grins, "I haven't figured out how to hurt Mavericks with my bare hands yet..." He lifts his cybernetic arm, flexing his fingers. From above his knuckles, three metal claws slide out from a hidden place in his arm. He then opens his hands, the claws sliding back, "I pull off some decent maneuvers of my own, all things considered."

 

Shield shakes his head slowly, a righteous fury sparking in his eyes. "I would never be a Maverick. I will never again be a slave to any programming." The article both surprises Shield and catches his attention, blue eyes narrowing in hostility upon recognizing the situation. "Of course. I was the one who put him in prison," he says.

 

The entrance to Ruby's diner swings open evenly, revealing a tall, imposing figure in the doorway. Storm Owl can be seen, peering in with his beady optics, letting his gaze fall from one occupant to the next as if analyzing and judging them. Humans, Reploids, cyborgs... such a colourful place. The Fortress V Commander finally takes several steps within the famous diner, ignoring the foolish artifacts hanging on the walls and its emotional nonsense. And what brings the master of the skies to this humble establishment? The war bird had been in the city on a simple acquisition mission, looking out for new suppliers for the never-ending amount of resources that the mile-long flying battle station that Repliforce calls home requires. It would seem even Storm Owl requires a bite to eat every once and a while.

        Paying no mind to the others in the diner, Storm Owl strides purposefully towards one of the booth, coincidently between Johnny and Draco's table and Shield and Jacob's table. Sliding in, the Repliforce Captain is given a menu, which he begins to wordlessly scan with mild disdain.

 

Drake Sunfire hmms a bit, and looks at Johnny's cybernetics, "Maybe you should come down to Neo Arcadia one of these days. I can introduce you to Orion and maybe have him look over your cybernetics." He doesn't know if he likes the fact his friend is a Hunter, but he's not going to say anything about it. After all, that is a coveted position to have.

 

        "He thinks your a Maverick, too." Jaacob frowns a bit and nods, supposing Shield caught what he said. "That's right.. I've spoken to him. I found him first. He says he wants you to suffer a fate worse than death... a reprogramming to follow him where you left off with his Father." Jaacob lowers his head again. Maybe the reason he isn't so mad at Shield anymore is because, he too has done something bad. Now they've both worked for the Bishop Family.. so they can sympathise. "You told me you were sorry for what you did... Mr. Bishop spent a lot of time infuriating me towards you, though.. He told me you were killing others.. even as a Maverick Hunter. People in Mexico? ....why?" His eyes settle and steady.

 

        Johnny Stryke shrugs slightly, "That'd be cool, man. I haven't seen a real beach in a little while..." He rolls his eyes slightly and grumbles, "Not that I haven't had enough of beaches." He then looks again towards Drake, "But your friend can't look at my cybernetics. Not untill I get the authorization from the Hunter brass." He glances sideways, looking towards Storm Owl before he looks back at Drake, "And I might have to leave at a moments notice. Always on call, y'know."

 

Maverick's need to eat, too occasionally. In this case...the Maverick is Storm Eagle. Having landed with a thud in front of the diner, he pushes the door open slowly and makes a rather unspectacular entrance. Like Owl, he dismissies the clippings and such on the wall. They mean little if anything to the Skylord. He does look around the room, making note of anyone or anything of note. Cyborgs... Reploids. His head is halfway around the room when those eyes of his lock onto the round figure of a figure he knows, well..at least KNEW very good from long ago. With this the figure steps through the isle, and directly in front of Storm Owls both. He keeps his wings tucked in. He stands. and He stares at Storm Owl. Not syaing word. An Emotionless stare it is. Deep. Dark. Penetrating. Lets see if Storm Owl was dug too deep into his Menu to notice him...

 

With his back to the entrance, Shield remains ignorant of the latest arrivals, else he'd probably be even more tense and upset right now. As it is, he's got enough on his plate to deal with. At his sides, Shield's hands clench into furious fists, straining from anger upon hearing what the man has planned for him. He doubts the man has the resources capable of pulling it off, but it enfuriates the Hunter just the same. All that fury though is blown out like a candle when Mexico is mentioned. A solemn regretful silence settles over him in its place. "The things I do now... sometimes require me to kill. But never an innocent life." There's another pause. "There is a scientist I know... she is one of the finest people I have ever met, and one of my duties is to ensure her safety." His head slowly tilts forward as he talks, bowing down to stare at the tabletop. "She has endured many attacks, and been kidnapped before, because I cannot always be around to protect her. So when Neo Arcadia kidnapped her, I killed some of their soldiers, as a warning that I will tolerate it no more. If I cannot always be with her, I can dissuade others from following in their footsteps at least by threat of force. It has worked for others in the past."

 

Drake Sunfire nods a little, "Right." He replies, "Well, if you do, you know, go save the world, or whatever you have to do.." He grins faintly, "And if you say so. You should try to get permission."

 

There are some things that are just impossible not to notice. Storm Owl peers down at the menu, finally selecting something that looks like it might not rot his circuitry from the inside. Setting it down for when the waitress will eventually return, Storm Owl feels two optics burning into him. The war bird's head glances upwards. As fate would have it, the Captain's booth faced the door, and his gaze falls upon Storm Eagle. For the next several seconds, Storm Owl does not react as both individuals no doubt contemplate the... results? dangers? oppertunities? of this new development. Hands clasped together, Storm Owl continues to stare across the diner at his former mentor, Commander, and friend. The odd glance that he might get is readily ignored, and Storm Owl finally rises to his feet. Whether he's doing so as a sign of respect for someone who joining him for dinner, or whether it's simply to make it easier for when one of them leads the other into the backalley for a severe beating is impossible to tell. But, it would seem, Storm Owl is content to let the Maverick make the first move.

 

Storm Eagle is..preudent with such operandi. He's not a barbarian. Without saying a word, and not removing his gaze from the Owl, he sits in the seat from the both opposite of the Owl. Very Civil Like now. His Optics showing no hate or direct disdain, but not one of acceptance or like either. He simply sits and stares, content on waiting for Storm owl to sit.

 

        "Never innocents? How can you say that?" Jaacob's eyes glisten again, the tears making his eyes seem much bluer than they truly are. "You slaughtered a platoon of soldiers who had nothing to do whatsoever with a kidnapping.. A kidnapping that resulted in the -return- of the victim with no harm done to her. Those people may be soldiers, but they had no idea what was coming... They had no idea why you attacked them. But that didn't stop you, did it? You wanted to -prove a point-. You became Guard again."

 

The last bit is said almost accusingly. For the most part, it seems like Jaacob has done a lot of his homework.. and that he's torn between -who- he wants to believe. Like everyone's trying to use him for some greater plot.

 

Storm Owl inclines his head as if accepting Storm Eagle's decision to take a seat. The war bird sits down as Eagle does, once again calmly clasping his hands together and resting them on the table in front of him. The noise coming from the other tables are, for the most part, ignored. Whether the Captain is about to finally open up the dialogue between him and Storm Eagle will not be found out, as the waitress returns to Owl's table, ready to take his order. The waitresses pauses and glances at both large Reploids. Hesitating only briefly, she asks in a timid voice, "Should I get another menu?" The question is directed at the both of them, but Storm Owl remains silent as it's the Maverick's place to make that decision.

 

        Johnny Stryke nods his head, "I'll definately look into it, but I don't think I've been with the Hunters long enough to warrent a vacation yet." He grins slightly, which fades instantly at the newest arrival, Storm Eagle. He narrows his eyes for a moment, shifting his his seat. He rolls his left shoulder slightly, his eyes watching Eagle as he walks over to Owl. He seems to settle down momentarily as Eagle sit, his head shaking slightly. He lowers his voice slightly, privatizing the conversation between Drake and himself, "If anything happens, play it cool, ok? Try to get people out of the way."

 

Storm Eagle does'nt move his eyes off the Repliforcer. He hears the question. And soon...a repsonse. "Please.", the voice is cold. he slowly stares at Storm more, before FINALLY opening that beak of his. "So I see you still maintain the Rank of Fortress commander." he states, making note of the markings and 'uniform' Storm eagle is in, which most undoubtly contains such information. This all he states. Nothing more.

 

Drake Sunfire grumbles a little bit, "You know, the crowd in here is starting to turn into a group I'd rather not be associated with." He mumbles, "Too many constructs.." He taps his claws on the table.

 

        Johnny Stryke raises an eyebrow slightly, "You're in the vacinity of reploids, considering you're eating in the same diner." He then shakes his head slightly, "I wouldn't neccesarily call that associating with them..."

 

Storm Owl's position is well known in any regards. "Indeed." he says, finally carrying his part of the conversation. The waitress nods and, within just a few seconds, has deposited a menu in front of Storm Eagle. "I see that you have not." Storm Owl says coldly, referring to Eagle's position as head of the Osprey... well... no longer existing. Evidently the war bird is now willing to actually say more than six words in a row, as he shifts slightly in his seat and continues, "I spoke with Sigma during the Battle & Chase Olympics before a match that we shared. He informed me that there were... problems." He pauses here, inviting Storm Eagle to elaborate. The subject of these problems should be obvious, of course.

 

<Global News Network> Programming interruption by the typical GNN special report screen and voiceover cuts to a newscaster. "Hello everyone, I'm Shutter Bug." Picture of the snowstorm over the Mirror Desert - the northwest quadrant of the storm appears to be splitting off and moving out to sea. "The odd storm system over the Mirror Desert appears to be breaking down..." The feed goes off into boring weather reports.

 

Touche, Storm Owl. But Storm Eagle comes back with a Rebuttal. "I Can assure....that is a problem that will be remided." he states as he listens to that question. He also responds. he basically states he was having 'issues' in the most intelligent way he can. "I was working in an... unsatisfactory manner, I can assure you that I have been repaired to Satsifactory operating conditions." He places an order in the meantime.

 

Storm Owl nods ever so slightly to his former teacher. How unfortunate for Repliforce... the Hunters... and anyone who isn't a Maverick that Storm Eagle is back. "Then I would expect the logical course of action by Sigma to be returning you to your former rank." Storm Owl glances at Storm Eagle's uniform, noting that there does not appear to be a high ranking insignia on the mech. Storm Owl then adds as if it were an afterthought, "However the logic of Mavericks has always been faulty to one degree or another."

 

Later, Shield might wonder just how Jaacob knows all these details, but for right now, he's busy defending himself. "No soldier is truly innocent. Though being a soldier is no reason for anyone to die, a soldier is one who kills and dies to protect the innocent. If I could, I would have died for Doctor Matthews. But that would solve nothing. So I took their lives in order that an innocent person might live in peace." He shakes his head again, looking sad. "You do not know what happened to her. Saying 'no harm' came to her is anything from a lie to a cruel joke. Though I am not refering to the physical injuries, those did occur," he says aside, "I am speaking of her mind. You do not live with her, and you did not see the results it had on her, or her family. I will not allow that to happen again, or for them to suffer like that."

 

        "Yet, years ago you performed acts of kidnapping and worse... but you still live. Where is the 'justice' in that? Why haven't you seen to a punishment more -fitting- of someone like yourself, hmm?&" Jaacob again becomes aggressive, but only for a moment. It's obvious that he holds a grudge.. and he won't let Shield alone until he atones. "Why is she so important? Why is she worth killing so many people?"

 

Sigma doesn't Doubt the Eagle's Loyaty... but..Alas. The Eagle DOES need to trudge his way back up the ladder. Unfortanute of him for Storm Owl to also point this out. As much as he hates being reminded of it, he speaks up again. "That is because one with such limited abilites cannot begin to comprehend the glory and beauty that is our orgnization... of course, it was very unsatisfactory of you to not follow me into such beauty..." he trails off a moment. "of course, there is always time to correcent such mistakes." he states, as if offering something to the Owl. He and Him alone probably knows what it is. He continues to stare and keep his locked on the Owl, even after his food and drink arrives, and he begins to eat.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard hmmms.. "IWONDERIFTHEYDELIVERPIZZATOFLYINGFORTRESSES.."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Sierra Steel transmits, "Why you would need a pizza is beyond me."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "PIZZAISONEOFTHEWORLDSMIGHTIESTELEMENTS."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "Why is -everyone- talking about food..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "FOODISIMPORTANT."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "I'm not hungry."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Sierra Steel transmits, "Go drink some motor oil, you'll be fine. s'all you need."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "Topped up on that too."

 

Shield nods slowly, "And I have been trying to make up for that ever since. If a life of service is not enough, and death is what you want from me, I will not stop you." Shield subtly pulls out a pistol from underneath his shirt, hiding the gun and action by draping one arm over the table. He sets the weapon on the table, handle towards Jaacob, his hand resting on the barrel and palm covering the trigger guard. "If you think that I cannot do anything worthy of redeemption with my life, then I should die... As for Dr. Matthews, the answer is simple. She is a good person, and deserves to live a life free of persecution and threat. If I can give her that life, then I will have done something good with my own."

 

Drake Sunfire shakes his head at Johnny, "Eh." He replies, "I just don't trust them. That Sigma Virus, they could go at any minute. Doesn't it bother you that Reploids can be comprimised at any moment and freak out and try to kill you?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits the sound of a drink being topped up.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Cossack transmits, "I imagine zhat vee could also liff off of protein slop created by blended soy and kelp, but you vouldn't vant to eat zhat."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "NOTUNLESSTHEREWASAFIFTYPOUNDTBONEONTOP."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits, "Isn't that how some people actually -do- live?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Cossack transmits, "/I/ vouldn't vant to liff zhat vay."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Sierra Steel transmits, "Well whoever made the loudmouth didn't have to give'm tastebuds. Or in another case, could have made motor oil taste like something good, but I guess that wouldn't be 'logical'."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "I could go for atriple-king-sized pepperoni and ham and sausage pizza now."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "Urgh, pizza..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "Don't insult the pizza!"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Cossack transmits, "Do you haff any idea how a Reploid actually functions?"

 

        Johnny Stryke shakes his head, "No... The Sigma virus scares me, but it's the Maverick virus that corrupts reploids." He pauses for a moment, "The Sigma virus is something that effects adroids and... well, cyborgs too." He then states finally, "So, no... That doesn't bother me anymore then standing next to... an accountant working for a Fortune 500 company for instance, who is more likely to snap quicker then any reploid I've met."

 

Storm Owl believes Sigma is making an error in not returning the Eagle to his former position. The Commander of the mighty Raptor and Osprey is one of the most dangerous Mavericks in existence as far as Storm Owl is concerned, and it is very acceptable to have him languish down in the gutters of ranks where his tactical and strategic knowledge can be squandered and wasted. Storm Owl shakes his head with disdain, "Beauty... glory..." he echoes, clearly disapproving. "Poor reasons for such treachery and genocide." The owl does not comment on him not following Storm Eagle into the Maverick ranks back when he had the chance. Believe me, it was closer than anyone might have imagined, if only because the most logical mech Storm Owl ever knew evidently reached the conclusion that the cause of the Coalition was correct. Perhaps Storm Owl simply gave it enough thought, or perhaps it was because, not being a part of Sigma's original strike force, he wasn't as close to the other mechs as Storm Eagle had been... but whatever the reason, it's many years old and Storm Owl does not regret it. It's probably good he cannot overhear Drake's comment about Reploids being abruptly compromised.

        The waitress returns, first glancing at Owl. The Aerial Fortress Commander orders a healthy Reploid meal that probably tastes like paste. The waitress turns towards Eagle even as Storm Owl finally says, "No, I have since concluded that the Coalition and the viruses that they carry have corrupted your programming." He sums it up rather coldly, "You and your organization are a malfunction."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "You ask too much of her, I think."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster transmits a whirring sound, much like some automated buffing or cleaning machine.

 

        A shiver runs down Jaacob's spine as the weapon is brought forth. Even though the reploid seems to be doing what he can to conceal it, he still feels quite nervous. How convenient that Shield would try to get Jaacob to shoot him in a public restaurant. Surely he'd know that, even if he wanted to, he'd not be able to without being quickly arrested or maybe even killed himself. His blue eyes stare at the table and hand.. and at the weapon beneath it. Keeping in mind that at the core of the disguise is Zell, there is also a part of Jaacob that wants to pick the gun up and put it right to the Reploid's temple. But even he has to show restraint. "No." He states, calmly, "I won't kill you. I won't let you take the easy way out." He looks back up to Shield, "Live. Live and suffer life knowing what you are... what you will always be." With that, Jaacob gathers his things and stuffs them back into his bag, moving as if he were about to stand and ready himself to leave.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Doppler, dryly, "After all, you don't need to understand the finer points of reploid construction in order to shoot them."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Glaive transmits, "Indeed."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster sighs. "Not this again."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "BLAHBLAHBLAHBLAH."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Tesla Lobster winces. "Or that, at least give me some warning before you blow the waveform..."

 

Shield meets Jaacob's gaze evenly, watching him choice. Decision made, Shield casually palms the weapon and hides it once more, then gives a nod. "I am no longer what I used to be, but I will always be haunted by what I did," he tells the man softly. "That is why I will never stop trying to set things right."

 

Storm Eagle continues to stare, as he eats his food quietly for a few moments. Listening and taking in the words Storm Owl has to say. He listens. He rembers the "Good old days" as it were, when HE was the old Fortress commander. Storm is perhaps right in regards to sigma not putting him back at his former rank... but that is of no concern. He's thinking. Then that word sinks in. He's a Malfunction? He thinks hardly, and he states it right now. "Hardly, Commander Storm Owl, Viceroy Dr. Doppler states it best. We are the final pinacle of the Evoultion of the Reploid. You are simply the lower tier...." he slowly eats his meal. His Wings Fan out a Moment, across the booth, but just for a moment. "You're statement we are a Malfunction is largely... usatisfactory." Yes. he does use the terms "Satisfactory" and "Unsatisfactory" A lot.

 

<Global News Network> The weather report continues, from an on-site helicopter-based reporter: "... and the storm is still slowly but surely breaki---wait a minute, Lopez, zoom in on that, down there just ahead of the breach." The picture zooms in, and sure enough, something is visible poking in and out of the clouds almost like an Olympic swimmer but not nearly as frequent - a brightly shining blue eagle reploid, wings fully deployed. "...What is that reploid doing? See if..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Man transmits, "That who I think it is?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "If you're thinkin' a bloody eedjit, you might be right. Who on earth is that?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "I can't see, they're not in enough..."

 

        Jaacob manages to get everything stuffed back into his bag, and then he stands. "I know you think you're doing the right thing... but I wish you would put more consideration into what actions you take. Maybe it's -not- for you to decide who is and who isn't an innocent in these Wars. Soldiers have families, too. Despite what you think... you -are- hurting innocent people. You're hurting wives.. husbands.. -children-. It's one thing to defend yourself... but it's another to take away a child's family." Jaacob nods his head to Shield, and with nothing more to say, he quietly steps in the direction of the doors.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Hmm?"

 

<Global News Network> (OOC: because I'm an idiot and forgot to say, contact Hailstorm Eagle for details)

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Man transmits, "I was thinking old Storm Eagle. You know, big ugly flying Maverick?"

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Blaster Saurian transmits, "Sis? What're you up to out there?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Storm Eagle transmits, "..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Oh dear god..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "You called?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Storm Eagle transmits, "Ah Who are you? State your name."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard rimshots.

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Heh, good luck."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "You're big ugly and can fly?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "You did -NOT- just compare me to that a*censored**..."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Sgt. Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Killing the storm, just like back home."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "Wait. Hailstorm, 'tis yourself! Whatever are you doing up there! You're on the telly!"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Dr. Doppler transmits, "Not you, Hailstorm. The other Storm."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "That's just an insult that we can be confused...."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Blaster Saurian transmits, "Well becareful... if ... someone shows up gimmie a buzz, I'll get myself and Siege out there real quick."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Ring Man transmits, "You are both eagles."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "WHAT?PEOPLECONFUSEDYOUWITHICEMAKERALLTHETIME."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "...."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Plasma Harrier transmits, "And I'm offering support and lookout... while Lieutenant Firefly is doing something else too. We'll let you know if any trouble arrives."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "SAWSOLDIERTALKTOONEFORHOURTHINKINGITWASYOU."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Man transmits, "Hey, you're eagles, you're blue, and you both are stupid enough to fly into a stormcloud."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Blues transmits, "I hear you've been getting yourself in over your head a lot, recently, mataitoko."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Storm Eagle transmits, "The Last Time I checked. I was Not of the color Blue."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Glaive transmits, "Jet Man, if you utter another word, I promise you Bullet will put the suit on."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Hailstorm Eagle transmits a lot of wind. "PLEASE tell me you're kidding, Flame.... and whoever that is, I'm not stupid enough to get -hurt- in one."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "One time I found a dead bird and then I ate it."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Rosa Mendez transmits, "..."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Sgt. Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Gotcha. Damn newscasters..."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Rosa Mendez transmits, "Why haven't the /other/ Robot Masters killed Charge Man yet?"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Man transmits, "...."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Flame Hyenard transmits, "NO.HISNAMEWAS...SOMETHING..SCORCHSOMETHINGITHINK."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Charge Man transmits, "Because I'd kill them first!"

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Javelin Whitetail transmits, "They probably have. Respawn like cockroaches."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Jet Man transmits, "Right, whatever."

 

[Radio: (G) Global] Glaive transmits, "...Well, Charge man is not totally incompetent."

 

Frequency g is now gagged.

 

Drake Sunfire has left.

 

Shield goes home.

Shield has left.

 

Zell Tristan enters the Western Downtown.

Zell Tristan has left.

 

Storm Owl's food also arrives and he delicately eats it piece by piece. "Viceroy Doppler is destroying his own race." Storm Owl says, "That is illogical." The Fortress V Commander pauses in his eating and focuses on the discussion with Storm Eagle, ignoring the spreading of the Maverick's wings. "As unsatisfactory to you it may be, it is correct, Storm Eagle. Consider the destruction your war has caused on this earth. Consider the fact that the virus alters a Reploid's natural programming." Storm Owl pauses once again, this time to shut off his radio linkage with the global broadband. It's all nonsense there anyway. "This evolution you speak of has resulted in a disorganized faction with goals that will result in disaster. I have calculated, Storm Eagle, that should the Mavericks prevail over Repliforce and conquer the world, that the human race will be massacred, and the Reploid race reduced to stagnation and obscurity due to the alterations that the virus causes."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Blaster Saurian guhs, "I'm turning that crud off... honestly. How's it going out there sis?

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Sgt. Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Tell the truth? I feel -really- nice. The operation's going as planned."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Blaster Saurian transmits, "Good to hear."

 

[Radio: (B) Secure] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Yeah... best part is that no one came to rough up the party."

 

Storm Eagle pauses a moment. And places down his fork. He's not letting his emotions get the better of him. "It is the fault of the world that made us as incomplete as we were, Commander Storm Owl. We are simply completing what was started and pasued. " he picks up the fork again. He moves among his food. "The Humans have a place among us. We even INVITE them to join us, as long as they they abide by Coalition law and regulations." he states as he picks up his glass and sips it, taking a pause in the conversation. "In the end, it will be us who are victorius."

 

        Johnny Stryke shakes his head slightly as Drake leaves, his head dropping for a moment. He then the conversation between Storm Eagle and Storm Owl catches his cyberneticly enhanced ears. He glances up, looking towards Storm Eagle for a moment then looking away.

 

Storm Owl arches an optical ridge, still not returning to his meal just yet. "I do not consider the virus completion for our race, Storm Eagle. Nor do I consider the place that you have set forth for the humans to be their /rightful/ place. You underestimate their abilities, and forcing them to serve you is a waste of resources. The regulations and laws of the Coalition are poorly designed. Surely you can see that." Storm Owl sums it up all up, "The the human race and Reploidkind are better off having each other alongside one another." The Captain shakes his head, "Your 'invitation' is a farce."

 

Storm Eagle places his glass down, it "tings" with a half-filled sound of water as he clear his throat. "it is a shame the logical answers evade you Storm Owl. Perhaps someday you will awake from your foolish choice of an unsatisfactory side and make the right decision. " he slowly gets up from the booth and steps out. "Until that day, Commander.... I hope our paths do not cross again. I'm sure the satisfactory experince we shared tonight will not be present." he slowly turns and begins to walk out to the door. The best part is? Storm Owl is now left with the bill.

 

Storm Owl leans back in his chair, setting down the glass he was about to drink from. The Owl stands as Eagle does, evidently as a sign of respect. "Very well, Storm Eagle." The war bird does not use Eagle's rank as he is unaware of what he is at. "I am quite certain that they will." Cross paths again, that is. "Until that time, however, do think on what I have said, and attempt to compare your current conclusions with those from before you were infected by the Mavericks." He calls out as Storm Eagle strides towards the door. Storm Owl will pick up this tab. Storm Eagle will be paying for the next one in spades.

 

Storm Eagle has left.

 

        Johnny Stryke watches as Storm Eagle steps out the door, sliding out of his own booth. He heads up to the counter, shelling out zennies for his coffee before he turns again. He looks over towards Storm Owl, before altering his direction to pass by the Repliforce commander's table. The noticable symbol of the Maverick Hunters is sewn into a patch on his right shoulder. He turns towards Storm Owl, pausing his step before he shrugs with a laugh, "Heh... And I thought I had a messed up childhood." He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, before turning towards the door once more to proceed to exit.

 

Storm Owl glances up at Johnny as he walks past as if noticing him and his Maverick Hunter insignia for the first time. The owl listens to the comment, but has no suitable reply to it. This is one of those off the wall things that a mech like Storm Owl is not likely to really 'get'. As Johnny is departing, Storm Owl returns to finish his meal. His 'childhood' was just fine, thank you.

 

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Group:  Repliforce

Title:  Storm Eagle

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        Operations and SpecOps should note that Storm Eagle is once again active within the Maverick ranks. After speaking with him in person, I have concluded that whatever programming glitches he may have been suffering from previously, they have now been eliminated. Although he is currently ranked among Mavericks as a mere aerial trooper, I do not expect that to remain so for long. I cannot overstress the danger that this mech represents.

 

        Major Storm Owl, Commanding Fortress V, African Rainforest

 

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[Radio: (A) Main] Hailstorm Eagle sighs, "Him again..."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Blaster Saurian transmits, "Lovely."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Marine Lieutenant Assault Kangaroo transmits, "...I've never heard much about Storm Eagle before."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Plasma Harrier transmits, "...Storm... Him and I have a lot of bad blood from a while ago."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Pft, you think -you- do..."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Trust me, Hail... I know all about what happened..."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Hi-Max transmits, "Storm Eagle will not be underestimated."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Storm Owl transmits, "I would note that the 'bad blood' between him and many Repliforce officers appears to be common."

 

[Radio: (A) Main] Hailstorm Eagle transmits, "Question, Flashlight. Did I ever really say thanks?"

 

[Radio: (A) Secure] Plasma Harrier transmits, "Hmm... I'm not sure... I think you did."