Session Start: Thu Apr 13 22:11:15 2000
Plot: MegaWar III -- When Worlds Collide -- Session 4 
Side Jokes Included
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<Razor> Whoa...::gets in between the three:: Whoa...this isn't getting us anywhere...
<T-BoneSK> ::backs off at that::
<TrinaK> ::backs off herself, but remains with a cold glare::
<T-BoneSK> Ideas then?
<T-BoneSK> ::to Razor::  
<T-BoneSK> <Max>  ::looks among them, growling softly::
<Razor> For one, stop arguing over who's going into the lion's den...second...::pauses to think::
<TrinaK> ::sighs, goes to keep a look out::
<Max> Why don't we ALL go then?
<Razor> We could..but we're easy targets...not unless we split up...::is still pondering::
<T-BoneSK> Well, they're not likely to no....  ::stops mid-sentence and punches Razor::  From here... how far out this way would that access - the one from the Reflex Room - would be?
<T-BoneSK> ::light punches in the shoulder that is::
<TrinaK> ((ah! I was ready to give T-Bone the third degree))
<T-BoneSK> ((No, no!  A "need your attention," not *POW* "I had an idea!"))
<TrinaK> ((I know! ::is dying:: I gotcha now. ;) ))
<T-BoneSK> ((<T-Bone>  ::punches Razor's lights out lest he claim the idea!;:))
<Razor> ::eyes light up:: We're not too far, are we? ::as he starts to rethink the area::
<T-BoneSK> Don't think so...  
<TrinaK> ((ROFL!! <Razor> Fine! It's your idea! Fine!))
<Max>  ::paces a few feet away and rubs his toe in the dirt::  Here, maybe?  ::curious look, ears flickering::
<Razor> Then that's the only way we can head out...and if we're lucky, they won't nail us...::pauses to look at Max:: Huh? 
<Max>  This....  ::scratches a few layers of dirt off a metal door::
<Razor> ::grins big:: Bingo.
<TrinaK> ::turns to walk back:: What didja find? ::wasn't paying too much attention::
<Max>  A door... to their hangar...
<T-BoneSK> ::trots over::  Kats alive, he found it...
<Razor> What he said...:;looks for a "handle":: T-Bone..gimme a hand here..
<T-BoneSK> ::stoops down to grab onto the metal handle::
<TrinaK> ((<T-Bone> ::claps:: <Razor> That's ooooooold...))
<T-BoneSK> ((::DIES!::))
<T-BoneSK> ::tugs::  Unhhhhh!!!!
<Razor> On the count of three. ::as he grabs the handle:: One...two....
<T-BoneSK> ::was a bit ahead::  Ooops...
<TrinaK> ((<Razor> ::small voice:: Thank you...I think I broke my arms...and my back...))
<T-BoneSK> ((ROFL!  <T-Bone>  Sorry, buddy!  ::scoops him up and huuuugs::  <Razor> Ahhhh!))
<Razor> ::Helps him push it aside and gazes down into a series of steps::
<TrinaK> ((::dies!!::))
<TrinaK> ::peers down:: So that's our way out?
<T-BoneSK> ::to Trina and Max::  Our place... sorta.
<Razor> Which we should have running up and again...if it's still there...::begins to descend downstairs::
<T-BoneSK> ::follows Razor, motioning for the others::
<TrinaK> ::follows down, checks behind her one last time::
<TrinaK> Crud...::eyes are wide::
<Max> ::trails Trina::
<TrinaK> ::ears swerve forward, can hear footsteps::
<Max>  ::eyes Trina::  Go on...  I'll distract 'em...
<TrinaK> You are NOT doing such thing! ::grabs him by the wrist:: C'mon!
<Max>  ::looses his balance and falls on her - may I send them both tumbling down the stairs?::
<TrinaK> Ack!! ::falls back--LOL! Go ahead!::
<Max>  ::thumpthumpthump, tail manages to close door after them, thumpthumpthump::
<Razor> ::winces at a sound, then shines his flashlight on them::
<TrinaK> ::is on the floor, tapping her fingers::
<Max> ::is inna crazy, contorted position, holding himself just inches above the much smaller Trina::
<T-BoneSK> ::blinks at them::
<Max>  ::is employing his tail to pull this off too::
<Razor> ::snickers a tad:: Um..you two okay?
<TrinaK> ::creeps out from under the 'Max' bridge:: Just glad we got outta the line of fire...those creeps were nearing us..
<Max>  Fine.  ::grunts, falls now::
<TrinaK> :turns to help him up::
<Max> I'm okay..  ::gets up::
<TrinaK> <Alien dudes> ::are scanning the area above, have no idea where the kats went:: 
<Razor> As long as they don't know where we are...::shines his flashlight down the passage:: C'mon...
<Max>  ::gets up to follow::
<TrinaK> ::follows him::
<T-BoneSK> ::clicks on his own light and ambles along:: 
<Razor> Just a reminder...this is an antique obstacle course...it may not be functional...but I think we still have a few traps set....
<Max>  Like spiked pits and flamethrowers? 
<Razor> Um..pretty much, yeah...
<Max>  ::nods, is getting a headache, fuzzy images coming to mind - is actually having genuine deja vu from random "T-Bone" memories in his head::
<TrinaK> As long we're not nailed before we get there...
<T-BoneSK> ::is trying to remember the course layout and put it together with this dusty mess::
<Razor> Just keep a sharp eye out...::shines his flashlight on any area that may have a trap::
<T-BoneSK> ::goes ahead and has his glovatrix produce its shield::
<Razor> ::does the same::
<T-BoneSK> ::nods to Razor's statement::  Tho', y'know, bud, we should be in MORE than enough shape for this place...
<T-BoneSK> Obstacles courses..  even Dark Kat was easy compared to getting away from these aliens...
<Razor> ::smirks and snickers:: Too true, bud. 
<TrinaK> ::looks about:: <never thought...I'd live to see it myself...>
<Razor> I think...we're nearing the spiked pit area....
<T-BoneSK> Ah... The spikes...
<T-BoneSK> ::pretends to be nostalgic::
<Razor> ::grins evilly:: My specialty...
<T-BoneSK> ::razzes him::
<TrinaK> ::blinks at both of them::
<Max>  ::listens curiously::
<Razor> Not like I can't beat you anytime...
<T-BoneSK> Bah!  You wish!
<Razor> Is this a challenge? ::sees the ropes are still up there::
<T-BoneSK> If you want it to be!
<T-BoneSK> Any day!
<Razor> Fine. ::walks up towards beginning of the pit::
<T-BoneSK> ::lunges OVER Razor to fire a grappler at the ceiling and swing across::
<Razor> hey! Hey! That's cheating! ::fires his own and goes after::
<Max>  ::looks at Trina::
<T-BoneSK> All's fair!
<T-BoneSK> ::lands on the other side and bolts off::
<TrinaK> ::shakes her head as if saying "I said they were heroes, but I never said they were reckless teenagers at heart..."::
<Razor> Yer gonna regret that one, buddy! ::chases after::
<T-BoneSK> <Max> ::smiles a bit:  Plans? ::means to get across::
<T-BoneSK> Ha!
<T-BoneSK> Make me!
<TrinaK> I'd...say we climb...::as she grabs a rope::
<Razor> ::grins evilly:: I will! ::fires a rope missile and tries to get T-Bone's legs::
<Max>  ::eyes the aging ropes::  Uhm...  ::backs up for running room and partially extends his wings::
<T-BoneSK> GAh! ::tumbles to the floor, the rope wrapped around his legs::
<Razor> ::runs ahead:: Told ya I would!
<T-BoneSK> ::growls and untangles his feet to leap up and pursue:: Yer dead, Clawson!
<TrinaK> ::climbs up, prays the rope doesn't break::
<Razor> That'll be the day, Furlong!
<T-BoneSK> Today!  ::pounces::
<Razor> Ayiieeee!!! ::is tackled::
<T-BoneSK> Haha!  ::gets up and runs on::
<TrinaK> ::reaches the end and makes it inside::
<TrinaK> <Razor> Why you little! Wait'll I get my hands...!!!! ::chase!::
<TrinaK> ::turns to look back, then blinks, could've sworn she saw...or felt...or HEARD something down there...::
<Max>  ::suddenly fills Trina's vision, leaping over the chasm, grabs her as he goes::
<T-BoneSK> LITTLE?!  ::calls back::  LITTLE, small fry?
<TrinaK> <Crud...they're here....they're here...>
<T-BoneSK> ::lands on the other side, holding Trina, looks at her::
<Razor> Who's a small fry, BFG!?
<T-BoneSK> YOU!  ::dives down as flames abruptly shoot from the wall:
<Max> ::shakes Trina a bit as his wings dissolve::  You okay?
<TrinaK> Max...I...think they're here...I coulda sworn..I heard them...
<Max>  ::jerks his head that way::  ::sniffs::
<Razor> ::uses his shield to block the flames::
<T-BoneSK> ::is running on::
<Max>  ::lays his ears flat and suddenly bolts, carrying Trina::
<Razor> ::dives to tackle T-Bone:: Ha!
<T-BoneSK> ::dodges::
<Razor> Argh! ::skids into the floor::
<T-BoneSK> ::grins, bounds onward::
<Razor> He who defys Clawson must paaaaay!!!
<Razor> ::chases::
<T-BoneSK> BAH!  Izzat supposed to be a threat?!
<TrinaK> ::alien dudes are already scanning the hall they're in::
<Razor> You better consider it one!
<Max>  ::comes skidding up by the SK's::  ALIENS!!!!
<Razor> ::skiiiiiids.....to a stop:: Huh!?
<Max>  We're bein' followed!
<TrinaK> They're here!!
<Max>  ::sets Trina down::
<Razor> How did they...::growls:: Nevermind. C'mon! ::runs ahead::
<TrinaK> ::follows::
<Max> ::dashes after::
<T-BoneSK> ::is alongside Razor::
<Razor> Let's just hope the computers are still functioning...we'll beat them at their own game...
<T-BoneSK> Can you patch into anything with the glovatrix?
<T-BoneSK> Start it up all the way?
<Razor> Great idea...::presses buttons into his::
<T-BoneSK> ::waits for something to start::
<Razor> ::presses every command he remembers, hopes the obstacles on the way manage to keep the aliens away for a while::
<T-BoneSK> ::things whir to life around them, the lights come up on full::
<T-BoneSK> ::blinks at the brightness::
<Razor> ::hears a few shrieks:: Good...that outta keep them away for a while...we're near the hangar anyway...
<T-BoneSK> Good. Then, we shut the doors...  ::refering to the Reflex Room's huge metal "blast door" style entryways::
<Razor> Bingo...there it is! :refers to the hangar's main door::
<T-BoneSK> Then, let's move, kats!
<T-BoneSK> <Max>  We're movin'!
<TrinaK> :runs into the room, leans against the wall::
<Razor> ::gets to a main computer:: Everybody in here?!
<T-BoneSK> ::came in with Razor::
<Max>  ::slides in, long claws *screeeing* on the metal floor::
<Razor> ::locks the doors::
<T-BoneSK> ::sighs in relief, removing his helmet to shove his wet hair out of his face, is showing his full face for the first time::
<Razor> :pants:: Eesh...::takes his helmet off::
<Max>  ::looks around curiously::
<TrinaK> ::looks herself:: So...this is the SWAT Kat hangar?
<T-BoneSK> ::chuckles::  Last we checked...  ::trades a look with Razor, figures they ought REALLY introduce themselves::
<T-BoneSK> ::lets his eyes wander to the TurboKat's empty spot before looking back at Razor::
<Razor> Yeah...::nods to T-Bone::  
<Razor> And...for now, I'm Jake Clawson.
<T-BoneSK> Chance Furlong.
<Max> ::blinks at that one from Chance/T-Bone, ears flicker, tail twitches::
<TrinaK> ::nods:: I see...you...you were the two pilots Feral kicked outta the Enforcers years ago...
<T-BoneSK> S'about the size of it....
<TrinaK> ::nods: I suspected as much. ::looks up, then blinks at the slight resemblance b/w Chance and Max::
<Max>  ::doesn't notice much, is lost in his own head, shaking it vigorously at the torrent of memories Chance's name started::
<JakeClawson> Now to see if these computers are still working...::checks it out::
<T-BoneSK> ::looking at Max::  Are you okay?
<JakeClawson> ::looks into the main computer:: C'mon..c'mon...
<T-BoneSK> <Max>  ::slips to the floor, shivering a bit::
<TrinaK> Max? ::runs to his side::
<Max>  Head hurts...  Crazy pictures...  Kats I don't know...  Something to do with... Chance Furlong....
<TrinaK> ::blinks, looks at Chance, then back at Max:: What are you talking about? What are you seeing?
<T-BoneSK> What?
<JakeClawson> ::turns, is no longer interested in the computer: Is he okay?
<Max> ::whimpers::  People, stuff blowing up, the jet, the jet like you always told me about it... but from the inside...
<TrinaK> ::gently:: Max..are you saying...you see yourself inside the cockpit?
<Max>  ::nods::
<T-BoneSK> ::confused:: What is he talking about?
<JakeClawson> I don't know...Max....what else do you see?
<Max>  ::looks at Jake::  You...
<T-BoneSK> ::gives Trina a "is he hallucinating?" look::
<TrinaK> ::gives T-Bone her "I don't know" look::
<JakeClawson> ::blinks:: me?
<TrinaK> Max...::looks into his eyes:: What is going on? 
<Max>  You...  Jake Clawson...   I... I...  I dunno...  ::to Trina::  Viper said to ignore the memories unless they helped me...
<TrinaK> ::narrows her eyes:: Helped you? ::hasn't heard this story before::
<Max> He said I was a clone....  Said it was better than his regular mutants... I'd know stuff...  Stuff that could help him...
<T-BoneSK> ::is utterly confused, completely misses the possibilties, not really thinking of the clone aspect::  
<JakeClawson> ::growls:: Kinda like a map of info...
<TrinaK> So...::sighs:: He was using you....
<JakeClawson> To lead him to us...
<Max>  ::is crying a bit, is just a kid at heart - more so than most as he's been advanced to adulthood while his mind's much younger::
<Max> Yes, I was supposed to find you... Find the SWAT Kats and kill them... Why I had to know about you from Trina...  If Viper hated you, you must be good...  If you were his enemies...
<TrinaK> Max...::puts a hand on his shoulder;: It wasn't your fault.
<Max> But, what do I remember?  What's all this?  ::whimpers::
<JakeClawson> Viper can be really sneaky...I think he wanted you to remember our main location...
<T-BoneSK> The cockpit... He couldn't remember the cockpit unless...  ::looks at Jake astonished::
<JakeClawson> Chance...you don't think...
<TrinaK> Look, whatever Max is remembering links to the both of you...what's this all about?
<T-BoneSK> ::bends to study Max's face::
<JakeClawson> You don't suppose...the day Viper...
<T-BoneSK> Which day?
<JakeClawson> When he...practically almost mutated the city?
<T-BoneSK> He was nowhere me... ::knows it must be him - the coloring and face is too similar - he's involved anyway ya' go::
<JakeClawson> I think...Viper took a sample of your DNA...
<T-BoneSK> That's obvious enough now..  :gently forces Max's head up so their faces are side by side:: But, how?
<JakeClawson> You got me...
<T-BoneSK> Doesn't matter...  ::looks at Jake to state the obvious to everyone else::
<Max>  ::whimpers and presents T-Bone with a pair of huge, watery green eyes::
<TrinaK> ::kneels beside Max:: It's over, Max. Viper's long gone...now we've got those creeps outside to worry about...
<T-BoneSK> ::pats Max's shoulder:: She's right.. And, I'll explain what I can...  as it seems your my clone....
<JakeClawson> ::jerks his head up to hear a sudden slam against the door:: And we better start worrying about getting those systems to work..::runs to the main comp::
<Max>  ::is giving T-Bone a long look::
<T-BoneSK> ::small shoulder squeeze::  Later.  Let's handle those guys right now, eh?
<Max>  ::nods, gets up, suddenly embarrassed at his breakdown::
<TrinaK> ::gives Max a quick smile, then runs to a different computer::
<JakeClawson> C'mon...you *are* gonna work...
<T-BoneSK> ::punches a panel by Jake's screen, which promptly boots up::
<T-BoneSK> There.
<JakeClawson> ::blinks:: Thank you...
<JakeClawson> ::types furiously::
<T-BoneSK> Welcome...  ::trots over by the door and checks his glovatrix, prepared to hold them::
<TrinaK> ::types herself:: Tell me what to boot!
<JakeClawson> Every system component you find! Boot up every single one of them!
<Max> ::joins T-Bone::
<T-BoneSK> Oh, Jake... Any day now would be nice...
<JakeClawson> I'm gettin' there! I"m gettin' there!!....YES!!! 
<T-BoneSK> Good, yes?
<JakeClawson> Those creeps are toast...::presses a button::
<T-BoneSK> Toast?  What kinda toaster we got?
<TrinaK> ::alien dudes are suddenly heard shrieking::
<T-BoneSK> A good one I hear, but what?
<JakeClawson> One I like to call a mega flame thrower... ::grins::
<T-BoneSK> Ahhhh....
<TrinaK> ::breathes a sigh of relief::
<T-BoneSK> ::does likewise::
<T-BoneSK> I hope that's all of them...
<JakeClawson> ::leans against the keyboard:: Let's hope so...
<Max> ::listens::  I think they're gone...
<TrinaK> They probably took the hint...
<T-BoneSK> ::looks at Max:: Why do I sense Viper boosted your senses while he was at it?
<Max> ::shrugs::
<JakeClawson> Came in handy...::grins::
<T-BoneSK> ::trots over to Jake:: So, what we got here?
<Max>  ::goes over by Trina::  I'm hungry...
<JakeClawson> ::checks the systems:: A few down...but I can have them up and running in no time...
<T-BoneSK> Vehicles?
<JakeClawson> Don't know about that one yet...but we've got enough scrap metal to build us some transportation..
<TrinaK> ::smiles warmly at Max, then turns to them:: Any chance of having anything to eat here?
<JakeClawson> There was...::pauses:: We had a storage of canned foods last I remember...
<Max>  ::ears flick forward::  Lemme look...
<T-BoneSK> ::nods to Razor on all points:: We'd better get cracking then...
<JakeClawson> Look all you like, Max...
<JakeClawson> ::nods to Chance:: We better...we've gotta bring MKC back to its feet while we're still alive.
<Max>  ::finds the cans after some sniffing and has at them with his claws::
<TrinaK> Is it still fresh?
<TrinaK> ::to Max:
<Max>  Fresh enough for me...  ::devours one, offers her another open one::
<TrinaK> ::takes it::
<JakeClawson> ::takes a can himself and eats::
<T-BoneSK> ::finds himself one, watches Max eat::  ::to Trina, quietly::  Just HOW much CAN he put away?
<Max> ::is on can three in no time::
<TrinaK> A whole lot...trust me. You may wanna keep a few cans in store...
<T-BoneSK> ::sighs::  I was afraid of that... Just considering his size... ::pauses, voice lowers even more::  How old is he?  I mean his REAL age, not how old Viper made his body....
<TrinaK> Around 15 years of age...
<T-BoneSK> ::nods::  
<TrinaK> C'n you blame 'im? He's a growing boy. ::smiles:
<T-BoneSK> GROWING?!
<TrinaK> ::chuckles::
<T-BoneSK> He's NOT gonna get bigger, is he?
<Max>  ::to T-Bone, was listening a bit::  I think I'm full-size now....
<TrinaK> I don't think he'll grow any bigger...
<T-BoneSK> Good... Cuz..  he's... huge...  No 'ffense, Max...
<Max>  ::nods around Can 10:
<JakeClawson> :mock sniffle:: What are *you* complaining about?  You tower over *me* any day...
<T-BoneSK> I'm not worried cuz I'm smaller...  I'm worried about FEEDING!
<TrinaK> ::softly:: Max..try to spare a few cans...we're gonna need 'em...
<Max>  ::quietly:: Sorry...  ::stops::
<TrinaK> ::smiles:: Least you got a few days worth after not eating fer a while, huh?
<Max>  ::nods:: Well...  ::hangs his head::  I... caught a few... snakes  I didn't tell you about...
<TrinaK> ::tender and passive look:: I wouldn't've eaten them anyway...
<Max>  ::smiles a hair::  What I hoped...
<TrinaK> ::chuckles and gently squeezes his shoulder::
<Max>  ::grins::

Session Close: Fri Apr 14 01:25:22 2000