(Log) Marseilles Throwdown

From Megaman Mush Wiki

WHO: Axl, Heat Genblem, Klaymoor, Midi, Noble Mandrago, Popla Cockatri, Signas, Sol Salamander, Sol Titanian, Spiral Pegasus, Typhon
WHAT: Members of Ouroboros attempt to raid a LEGIONS weapons depot in Marseilles. Hunters and Repliforce turn out to stop them.
WHERE: Marseilles, France
WHEN: April, 2221

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Is anyone available to assist me in Marseilles."

You enter the France.

France

On New Year's Day, 2221, the recovery of France from the years of the Robot Wars came to a sudden end. Neverthless, life and love endure here, the valiant Resistance was too stubborn to give up without a fight. The land has been won back from Alexia Ashford's undead monstrosities by the tenacious heroes of the Resistance, and the land is slowly recovering. Paris remains a bastion of civilization, its rebuilding going more slowly than ever.

The Black Road is still here. The road is a needle-straight super-highway created by the Robot Masters, yawning from the Line In The Sand in Iberia to the heart of Paris. This road, once used for war, is now a major artery used to move freight from one part of the country to the next. The Black Road is lined with small crosses and memorials, showing places where Reploids and humans were killed by Mavericks and Robot Masters.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "I'm on my way, Signas."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Thank you, Spiral Pegasus."

"I should get a book on vineyards," Heat Genblem comments slowly, shielding his eyes with one hand. "It's always nice to read up on something so you can better appreciate what you're smashing."

No doubt that people are watching them from all around with guns nervously in hands, but nobody is doing anything yet.

"One would imagine the plants themselves have a fair amount of fluid inside, Sol, given their primary purpose for being grown," he suggests, trying to see if he can see from here exactly what kind they are and if he can identify them. It's a fun game he plays. "Hmm."

"Kyakya!"

The cry of a mighty bird, one that is switched with muliple pieces and parts about him. Hopping forward, this cool bird has nothing on anyone. He's a mighty machine of birdy bird power. And even as the others race forward, Popla continues to speed across the ground, hopping and bopping about as fast as he can go.

"Kyakya! I've always liked a lot of thos prank books! Those ones where they joke with the fake vomit and things! Kyakya!" The bouncing bird calls as it moves, following the others.

"Plants smants! They're boooring! Booring boring! Kyakya! Talk more about how Popla's more important! Hello!" The bird states as it follows on, "But, yeah, uh. I guess it's decent or something. To poop on! Kyakya!" Oh Popla, you're so witty.

BZZZZ. That buzzing sound is something alright. And it's Noble coming out from the ground as she erupts, dirt flying this way and that as the drill feet snap apart. Noble is mostly slowly moving along, even if she could go much faster. Walking over the hill towards the vine yard, Noble looks on, shaking her head.

"Maybe.. but this could be used for so much more than just drinks, although wine apparently does increase a healthy lifespan." The plant exclaims, "But perhaps I should make use of this then."

And tossing a few seeds across the vineyard.. plants of her own begin to sprout up, from the grasping teeth of one, the other's creating plants which .. have guns on them, and some begin to produce..

...Robot bees. "There.. much better use."

There is like this green future jeep, a cool mint green, like something you'd see on an old hollow bodies electric guitar, okay? And in the back of this jeep there is this little robot kid, an ethernet cable plugged into his arm like an IV, connected to what looks like a tapedeck on the seat next to him. There's a creepy little kid smile (like all little kid smiles) on his face because he is on the God Damn Internet.

Who is driving car? BEAR IS DRIVING CAR!?

internets >:(

unpossible.

Sol Titanian would smile if she had a face, which she doesn't really. She turns about face, fiery wings constant as her pace retards and she speaks to Genblem directly, "Well like a guessing game!?" She throws her arms up as if cheering and then points toward one of Noble's plants,

"I guess that those ones have robot bees!" She scoops up the gimme with a knowing wink and then points to all the grapes. "And those must be huge bunches of firebombs. " She slows down enough now that Genblem should be almost face to face, Sol waggles her body in slithery S shapes and her optics flicker toward the turtle.

"Let's go find out! Come On!" She calls out at her brothers and sisters in general and then speeds up, turning and then blazing off ahead. Red and Green blades spin and twirl beautifully ahead of her as she begins to play.

Heat Genblem slams his fists together, and looks down. "Yes, let's," he says, rocking himself back and forward. "We will explore, tear through the soil, and bore down into the true treasure LEGIONS has buried beneath the earth."

He tips and crashes onto the ground, providing slower-moving types with a lift if they need it, before riding down the hill like a sledge with rocket boosters. The growing grass is carved apart behind him in a mighty torrent of mud as he smashes through fencing and barbed wire, not to mention remaining zombie defences.

"I do not think LEGIONS would appreciate that," Signas says. He is inside of the fencing and barbed wire. Hands clasped behind his back, looking neutral and calm. Standing his ground. "Heat Genblem. I am disappointed. This was tactless of you."

Signas looks up and beyond the turtle, eyes squinting slightly in the light. "Hh. Sol Titanian." To the forces on the ground. "Noble Mandrago. Popla Cockatri. I see the band is all here. Very good."

Signas sits down in a chair. There is a large desk in front of the chair with several cups on it, and a series of varisized chairs beyond the desk. The Diplomat gestures loosely at the seating with his right hand, then steeples his fingers together in front of his face. "Sit. Drink. Let us talk about why you are here. Perhaps we can reach an agreement."

Noble 'smiles', if such a thing is possible, towards her sister. "Of course.. and that they do." She exclaims, as the Gamera charges down the hill, and Sol flies forwards, speeding away.. the plant, Noble, burrows slightly into the ground at the tip of the hill, before peering around, hands flailing a bit in the air, moving with the wind. 

BZZZZZZZZZZ. 

And then she's gone. But this lasts only until Genblem gets to the bottom and perhaps stops.. Noble erupting from the earth and standing near her brothers, and sister, again. "Well there certainly does seem to be something below. I couldn't go through." It took her a bit longer than normal. 

And then Signas sits there.. and Noble looks on, wrapping a tendril about Heat, and .. giving him a bit of juice. In case. 

Releasing, she sits in the chair, after tip tap toeing her way over. 

"Oh.. well perhaps that is for the best. We're here because of our interest of acquiring the armory below.. if there is a way to get that without resorting to violence.. at least I would appreciate it." 

Sol might not? .. Who knows.

Noble Mandrago transfers fuel to Heat Genblem.

Typhon stands behind Signas, unphased. The stoic gargantuan narrowing his eyes towards the present Einherjar. For the moment, his eagerness for battle overwhelms him and the magma veins within his body pulsate to life, casting an eerie glow about his aura.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Their aim is the LEGIONS armory. I will attempt to negotiate."

"Hey! Kyakya! Hey!" Popla calls, kicking off against the ground still, everyone else just moving on without a problem." The robot chicken isn't very happy with this turn of events.

"Why are you all ignoring me!!!" Popla calls, kicking off against the ground, pushing forward as the ground itself deteriorates under foot. Kicking and pushing, Popla's moving.

"HEY GUYS! WAIT UP OR ELSE! COME ON!" Popla squaks, "Kyakya!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Hm?"

Spiral Pegasus makes his coincidental appearence, lofting down from the air, wings spread wide as he drifts down on the air currents, hooves landing softly against the earth. He's struck by the oddity of a conferance table cast out here in the middle of nowhere, a brow lofted beneath the brimk of his helm as he looks it over and in turn then the Einherjer. His wings drape about his shoulders as he steps forward, a hand dropped onto Signas shoulder as he stoops slightly, a hand gesturing to the attacking androids, "I don't think these guys are the type to hash out their differences civily." suggests Spiral, a moment taken to notice Typhon, "You sure you don't want to just start.. you know, shooting them?"

There is too much Internet and that's where Midi is, now and always. Beep beep, who got the keys to the jeep. Vrooooooooooom

Klaymoor arrives from the La Defense. Klaymoor has arrived.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Axl transmits, "Worth a try."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Diplomacy is always the first stop on the train route of justice."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Axl transmits, "Yeah."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Axl transmits, "I'm getting in position, just in case."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Very good."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Need assistance?"

Sol Titanian giggles and flies over the fence and down the other side, doing so in such a way that on the way up one set of blue and red fiery 'wings' heats the links to white hot and then the other wing severs the fence top to bottom on the descent.

Sol's blank mask of a face is impassive but the light in her eyes dances with malevolent glee. "You are a gracious host preparing for us like this!" She provides agreeably, reaching for a cup. As she does so she leans foreward sending those flames which shoot violently from her sides across the table, setting it ablaze.

Axl is not around. Nope, not at all, nothing there.

Not in clear sight anyway. This his best, favourite thing whe he has the proper information -- it's to stand in the shadows...and wait. Siarnaq, never your form has become more useful than this one.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "The weed has readied the turtle with energy... they will not listen to reason... I say we smash them!"

Axl changes into his Siarnaq armor.

Axl activates his stealth mode.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Just wait for Signas to be unsuccessful."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon grunts to acknowledge.

As the flames shoot out from the table, setting it on fire, Mandrago pops open her head and causes the table to be covered in nectar.. at least it puts out the flames by smothering it in chemicals, and the nectar is also good smelling, perhaps tasty.

"You'll have to excuse Sol.. she can't help it to a point."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "That's being pessimistic, but with that little creep just setting fire to that table..."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "One must always at least try."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "I like to think of myself as a realist."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Otherwise, what makes us better than them?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Nothing."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Actually, our dashing good looks."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "But that's not nearly enough."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "Pessimism is the way to go, my friend. Either your call is right or you are pleasantly surprised."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "As the local young brash punk kid, I heartily disagree! But, whatever. S'time."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "You rebel you. So out of control."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon chuckles.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "Chick just set the table on fire, fried the refreshemts. Go Time!"

Signas seems unperturbed by the flaming table, reaching into the fire to pick up one of the cups. He raises it to Sol, then takes a drink. "Ah, thank you Ms. Titanian. The tea WAS becoming rather cold."

The Diplomat sets his cup back on the table as Noble douses it and nods. "Your aim is to procure the contents of the LEGIONS armory. I see." There is a brief pause as he steeples his fingers again. "What is the purpose of this venture? Is Ouroboros lacking in weaponry, or are you seeking to depower LEGIONS."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Me thinks Signas is still trying negotiations."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Prepare your positions for a strike."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "I'll be underground, where it is safe."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "I will hold them at this location as long as possible. But the elements at this meeting are too untable."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "(unstable)"

For people that have E-senses, or can hear underground (IE have burrow), they may detect Sol Salamander burrowing his way to join with the defenders of the Legions cashe. He does not, however, unborrow himself at the momement, instead seemingly holding his position and waiting...

But waiting for what? Why would Sol not attack table haters?

Why indeed.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "I hear something underground... there might be more of them."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "That would be me, hotshot. Turn your IFF on."

Spiral Pegasus looks down at Signas as if he had just grown a third head.. aswell as a second to make it the third. Cycling a breath, Spiral rubs at the back of his neck, his attention shifting from the Hunter diplomat to the Buttershrimp firebug. He should just haul off and start punching.. but the guy looks so much like Colonel!

Minus the chin..

And other various awesome attributes. "Ah well, guess we can do it your way" he claimed befor wandering away from the burning table.. making distance so that he could pick up some speed quickly if he needed to.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "Apologies, Sol... I'm a bit anxious for a clobbering."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "That plant one can dig too."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Well, she is still visible, yes?"

Typhon unsheathes his blade at the sight of Sol's hostilities. The sword erupts to greet flame with flame, his own controlled blaze casting shadows that dance about. Synthetic muscles tense, visor-concealed eyes narrow, and the overly robust jaw sags in a grim scowl. A low growl eminates from deep within his oversized torso.

Klaymoor never walks anywhere. Anywhere. The sky simply vomits him forth, making the big thug slam into the ground just near Signas. He is the smart one here.

"Alright. What the hell are the rest of you robots doing here? Get down to the warehouse!" He turns briefly to Signas. "What the hell is this?!" Klaymoor pulls out a cigar, lighting it up on the desk. "Wasting time just /talking/ to this toilet paper dispenser?" He inserts the cigar into his grilling and points his gun arm forward.

"Just kill everyone who stands in the way." Klaymoor opens fire at Signas with bright blue globs of energy.

Klaymoor strikes you with a glancing hit from his Blasting Holes In The Ground attack

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "...Well, so much for that.."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "TARGET AQUIRED: ENGAGING."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "I hope you are in position, gentlemen."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "...Axl? Please don't do that."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "It is as I expected, let the battle begin!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "Hey, helps me think like the freak."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Yes, but I still have nightmares about being stabbed in the brain...and then kicked into a vat full of boiling, flying sharks."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "I would suggest seeking therapy."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "You're not the only one, yo, to have been stabbed in the brain. Yeah, what Signas said."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Meh, I feel better after I stabbed him in the air."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "Good, now let's stab thoses punks."

Heat Genblem grinds through the vineyard, grind chop pound... clunk.

He finds his nose in contact with a large desk, and stands up, and is witness to some fire blast action and an energy charge from Noble, which he's always grateful for. He turns to look at Noble and nods before she douses the desk in nectar.

He is somewhat narrow-eyed at Signas and does not entirely understand what he's doing, especially since he has not yet noticed Axl in the stealth.

He considers this slowly. "Call it... continuing the rivalry," he says, as Klaymoor blasts Signas. He leaps into the air and somersaults with rocket boosters, his armor glinting red and his fists pumping forward to launch a fanburst of fireballs.

Heat Genblem brings his reflect system offline.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "From reviewing their attack at Giga City compliments of Sing, I suggest skull thumping the Weed first... it seems to generate power for the others, amplifying their effectiveness in folds I could not discern."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Yay, tabbing."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "I'll handle her, if you guys can focus on the others."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmits, "I've got my eyes on the turtle."

Heat Genblem misses you with his Pyrotechnic Display attack.

Heat Genblem strikes Spiral Pegasus with his Pyrotechnic Display attack.

Heat Genblem strikes Typhon with his Pyrotechnic Display attack.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "Alright, I've got the turtle!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Siarnaxl transmit, "Alright, let's double shot him. I'm gonna go for the big armored guy afterwards."

The Robot Chicken continues throw, following forward even as the others begin to charge on ahead. "Kyakya! Come on!" The robotic bird calls even as he moves forward, watching as Heat and Noble begin the fireworks.

"Awwww! Hey you're all starting without me?!" The bird squaks, "Fine! Fine! I'll go have my own fun, Popla's fun! KYakyakya! And it'll be a lot funner than what all you're doing!" The bird squaks, flapping his flightless wings to flop about, moving himself back and forth, pecking at the air.

"Now lets see. How to go about this..."

With everything infront of her, Noble nods. "Well.. to a point. It's not that we lack. If we told you it'd be a problem, I assume." She sits there at the chair, and looks at Signas for now. "You have to pardon a few of us actually.. but we are going to have to, I assume."

As the others begin their fight, Noble stays within the seat, looking to Signas. "I'm really sorry.. I'm just not able to say."

Sol Titanian giggles every time she is struck, the cleaving blows of the Olympic Blade tear wide gashes some of which allready threaten to tear the petite Einherjar apart. "Someone's having more fun than me." She scolds with a good-natured air of teasing and a dismissive wave of her hand.

Titanian grunts and struggles to free herself from the blade, wings expanding to enormous brilliance as fuel is pumped heavily into the flames. They wash foreward sending an a resolve buckling backblast of heat and fire towards her opponent. "Someone obviously hasn't played with me before!" She says with a more ominous and threatening undertone. But then she begins to cheer and clap her hands as she continues to surge upwards.

Sol Titanian strikes Typhon with her Pyrotechnics attack.

The solid fuel blast impacts pretty nastily against Siarnaq-Axl who, despite his his best efforts, wrings out a grunt of pain. So much for staying emotionless while keeping this guy's apperance up, the reploid thinks to himself. He flips, spinning and landing smoothly on the ground as his form shifts and shimmers into another.

One that's is not terribly that much taller -- just a little more heavily armoured with four jet-like things on his back -- and did I mention green and looking extremly snotty? Yeah, of course I did, /now/.

"Just what you stupid punks are thinking your doing!?" Aeolus-Axl shouts as he rockets right back at Genblem, twin-electrical blades drawn, sweeping one of them wide, the electrical currents crackling around like ropes and seeking to drain energy.

Axl changes into his Aeolus armor.

Battle of the NEVER DODGE. The huge fist collides with Klaymoor, making a resounding 'CLANG' and denting in his armor quite a ways. It forces one of his feet back to steady his stance. His feet drag through the dirt slowly, grinding up the earth until Klaymoor stops.

"Wasn't funny, hat boy." Klaymoor sneers, puffing a thick puff of smoke down into Signas' face. Klaymoor lifts both meaty cybernetic arms over his head. "Political jokes are for bad radio, boy. And people like you are destined for the scrapheap."

Klaymoor brings both hands down for the back of Signas' neck.

Axl strikes Heat Genblem with his Boreas - Devour attack.

Axl drains energy from Heat Genblem.

Klaymoor strikes you with a minor hit from his Street Brawling attack

With Sol Salamander all sticky icky, Noble Mandrago would watch as he begins to generate quite a bit of heat. Oh, now this, huh? But as she felt it .. it soon began to grow cold. And colder. And colder. But the area around her was also growing colder.

And that's when Noble vanished, sliding under the ground and out of the area.. popping up away from Sol a bit further, as the guns near the side, that she had created within the vine garden, began to lock onto Sol.. and then there are bees.

Lots of bees. BEEEEEES.

Noble Mandrago strikes Sol Titanian with her Nectar Attracts Bees! attack.

"I will make note of that," Signas replies, unfazed by the smoke. He's a Reploid after all. The blow sends him staggering forward to one knee, but he is quick to get back to his feet. "I am always looking for ways to improve myself."

Signas turns, arm swinging out towards the mercenary with painful intent. "I hope you can say the same of yourself. After all, it would be a tragedy for your potential to go to waste."

You miss Klaymoor with your Pressing Secretary attack.

Typhon winces as he is consumed by flames from Sol Titanian's pyro antics. "You are a good shot, young one." Then again, Typhon is a fairly large target. "Your speed and flight grant you advantage over me, I must cover the distance to close the gap with a leap... but by the time I do so, you have already retaliated and I am left to plummet back to earth." Typhon cackles. "So let us level the playing field by concealing my approaches, eh?"

Noble Mandrago takes out a medical scanner and scans Sol Titanian.

Spiral's knuckles find nothing but air and then befor he can even manage anything resembling a retort, Spiral is splattered with some sort of ..goop!?

"What the, oh sonuva!?" he barks as he veers wildly in the air, the burn and sizle(if it's acidic) stabbing painful needles into his sensory nodes. Inadvertantly, Spiral tills the field free of charge, crashing at high speed into the earth and digging deep rut through the ground, the torn earth serving to scrape away the chemical.. leaving Spiral quite unpleasent.

Scrambling to his feet, Spiral shudders with revuklsion and anger, "You did -not- just do what I think you did!" he barks befor he zooms in on the attack once more, hands joined above his head to hammer Popla down into the earth like a hammer to a railroad spike.

Spiral Pegasus strikes Popla Cockatri with his Twin Fists attack.

Noble Mandrago strikes Sol Salamander with her Nectar Attracts Bees! attack.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "OH MY GOD! BEES! WHY ARE THERE BEES?!"

Noble Mandrago takes out a medical scanner and scans Sol Titanian.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeoluaxl transmit, "THEY'RE BEES, BURN THE BEES."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "I think I /am/ burning the bee."

"Kyakyakya! No, I didn't, really!" The cockatrce laughs, enjoying the fact that, for once, he's going to have some real fun! Oh and he always has fun. Always. It's a rule of thumb really. It's hard for Popla to not enjoy what he does.

But then the Pegasus powers down, both fists hammering in the chickens head, sending Popla to his back, his wings and feet scratching to get back up. It's something funny to look at, but Popla's crashing about, clucking and screeching as he does it. "Kyakyakya! You got me! I'm through! Its over!" The robot cries, getting to his feet moments later.

"Not! KYAKYAKYA!" The cockatrice calls as he hops forward oncemore, moving towards Pegasus. There wasn't more of that green goop, but there was for sure something else coming. The goop was acidic too.

"Oh it's hot! Wow you're steaming! Kyakyakya! And you're not my time! And that was what you think it was! Kyakyakyakya! And and and and...!" Popla flaps. He flaps so hard that his razor sharp wings kick out, sending the razor sharp feather towards Spiral as he flies.

A couple electrical attacks strike Heat's chest, both attacks doing reasonable injury to his systems below the skin and draining energy. He wonders... he hasn't been paying attention to Aeolus' combat routines and isn't sure how capable of dodging he is.

Heat picks himself up out of the mud and looks around for any of Noble's plants. Not finding any, he leaps for the side of the muddy pit and lunges at Axl.

This next attack is a charged uppercut, which will smash even more mud away and get them closer to that prize.

Heat Genblem strikes Axl with his Charged Uppercut attack.

Popla Cockatri misses Spiral Pegasus with his Molting Chicken attack.

Klaymoor doesn't move. Ever. Not for anything. Instead, Klaymoor reaches out with his mighty iron mitts, gripping Signas' arm by the wrist. He shifts his torso about, yanking Signas off to his side. "I am a wealthy man with a place in a powerful army." With the other hand, Klaymoor shifts his arm about, producing a large sticky mine from subspace. He attaches it to Signas' side and continues yanking about, hoping to throw Signas away.

"Diplomacy is a lot more harsh in my world."

Klaymoor strikes you with a solid hit from his Satchel Charge attack

Sol blinks...

OH SHIT! BEES!

Sol Runs around while covered in BEES! This is not FUN! After taking a bit of bee punishment, Sol dives back underground in an attempt to find the Mandrago.

The ground itself and everything near Sol becomes set aflame...bee's included, as Sol goes on a Burnination streak! "That's not funny!"

Sol Salamander misses Noble Mandrago with his Scorched Earth attack.

Typhon winces as he is consumed by flames from Sol Titanian's pyro antics. "You are a good shot, young one." Then again, Typhon is a fairly large target. "Your speed and flight grant you advantage over me, I must cover the distance to close the gap with a leap... but by the time I do so, you have already retaliated and I am left to plummet back to earth." Typhon cackles. "So let us level the playing field by concealing my approaches, eh?"

The flame around the blade extinguishes, leaving the blackness of ash puffing from the metal. He waves the weapon around him, enveloping the warrior in pitch black smoke. The ebony mist expanding outwards and towards Sol Titanian.

Typhon misses Sol Titanian with his Smokescreen attack.

Signas is manhandled like so many red-headed stepchildren, and the explosion ruptures the powerful armor on his side. Staggering and clutching at the wound, Signas turns and narrows his eyes. "You are an amoral brute with delusions of grandeur," he corrects. "And you have no idea just how harsh diplomacy can get."

Signas apparently intends to demonstrate just how harsh diplomacy can get. Because suddenly he is in the air behind Klaymoor, feet tucked up under him. "I am the best at what I do, Klaymoor," he intones, legs straightening with astonishing speed as he seeks to land on Klaymoor. "And what I do... is not pretty."

You strike Klaymoor with a major hit from your Official Press Statement attack.

As Sol Salamander runs around, covered in bees, the nectar vanishing finally as they sting horribly with their chemical needles, Noble suddenly hears some OTHER burrowing.. and the Mandrago has an unfortunate problem! That being that Sol is setting EVERYTHING near him aflame as he does it.

Which is why the buzzing grows earthwards.

Popping out of the ground, as the flames erupt, Noble looks on with some interest. "You really shouldn't continue this .. I'd rather you move away and stop your actions.. I don't have any interest in fighting!"

And then he would notice, underground .. there .. are plants. And they begin to rush towards Sol Salamander, firing pelts of energy at him as he crawls under the earth!

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Ahem."

Noble Mandrago misses Sol Salamander with her Seed Drone Attack attack.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Signas transmits, "Good afternoon, Dr. Cain."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Good afternoon, Signas."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Would you like to destroy a Robot Master and give it back to Wily in pieces?"

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Signas transmits, "I would, but I am enjoying a spirited debate with one Klaymoor in Marseilles."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Ah, unfortunate. Ho hum."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Michael Eildath transmits, "What Robot Master needs destroying?"

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Because I have this annoying Quick Man thinking he's going to back stab me."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Signas transmits, "Quick Man. Hh."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "And I would like to teach him a lesson."

Sol, the salamander, surfaces suddenly, rolling to a stop and spinning around. The underground weeds having nothing to shoot their painful things at! Then, the Salamander did something unimpressive. Pounding his legs into the ground he became imobile for a second, and opened his mouth towards Mandrago. Viciously, every bit of heat he had gathered up until that point was unloaded, aiming to send EVERYTHING towards the plant.

"If you didn't want to fight, you can run away. We don't want you here."

Sol Salamander strikes Noble Mandrago with his Thermo Cannon attack.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Michael Eildath transmits, "Eww."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "But, I am at a loss of which person I want to have this happy task."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Sol Salamander transmits, "Backstab you eh?"

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Bomb Man transmits, "Can't have that."

Aeolus-Axl is not done on the draining side of things, especialy not if that big turtle keeps hitting that hard. The fake Aesir flies up pretty impressively from the charged uppercut, flying straight into the roof where he remains for a good moment, wiggling rather amusingly. Man, did he lose a teeth or two down there from that freight train!? Huh. Oh well.

Things changes radicaly as Axl uses his copied blades to blurr himself an escape out of the roof, letting himself fall back down and delivers a powerfuly vertical falling slash with his vampire electrical blade once more against the big robot.

Damn dude ought to have SOME kind of weakness, and he might have found it.

Axl strikes Heat Genblem with his Boreas - Consume attack.

Axl drains energy from Heat Genblem.

Finally, Sol strikes.. and the heat gathered is all unloaded into Noble.. burnt, the plant stands there for a moment, blinking. "You really .. did that? Why .. I was just going to leave you alone!" Noble exclaims, her body charred from the massive fire strike.

"I can't say no to my family, either, however. So I really can't leave just yet.. but that wasn't very nice of you to do." Noble says, a vine sliding to the side, before one of the plants from below .. tries to latch onto Sol, and then bite hard.

And then bite. And then bite.

And all the while, it might be being transferred to Noble.

Noble Mandrago strikes Sol Salamander with her Vampire Trap attack.

Noble Mandrago drains energy from Sol Salamander.

Sol Titanian counters with a smokescreen of her own. The enormous and painfully beautiful pillars of flame which make up her wings suddenly are reduced to their usual minimal glow, the sudden reduction in fuels causes a similar cloud of smoke to coalesc around the robotic larva.

She easily takes advantage of this, diving beneath the gladiator tiny crimson orbs appear in her hands, juggling effortlessly amidst the flames that swirl all about the Einherjar. "Yay, now we're having a real party!" She exclaims with jubilance as she spirals upwards, the incendiary mines are cast about in festive plumes as she darts amidst the battlefield.

Sol doesn't mind putting herself in harm way tittering and giggling as she dances from fight to fight dropping the charges at her foes feet.

"Come ON!? Don't any of you guys know how to SALSA?"

Sol Titanian strikes Axl with her Burning Mines attack.

Sol Titanian strikes Sol Titanian with her Burning Mines attack.

Sol Titanian misses you with her Burning Mines attack.

Sol Titanian strikes Typhon with her Burning Mines attack.

Sol Titanian strikes Spiral Pegasus with her Burning Mines attack.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Or I could have everyone do it."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "It twould be most enjoyable."

Sol blinked, and looked down.

Gah! he barely managed to say before being chomped. Of course, Sol's player was familar with the Mandrago fight, and rapidly pressed buttons to make Sol move in a strange fassion on the screen, before breaking freee of the plants hold. Sol would then come on the offensive, unleashing a blast of heat and light towards the plant, trying to keep up the burnination.

"This is combat? Suck it up, you just attacked me with freekin' BEES!"

Sol Salamander strikes Noble Mandrago with his Burnination attack.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Michael Eildath transmits, "A good ol' fashioned beatdown?"

"You're doing it all wrong!" replies Spiral as the chicken prattles, clucks and sends solid projectiles whipping towards him, a sweeping motion of his hand casting the missiles aside with powerful gusts of wind, sending them scattering to the earth. "Just give up now and you m,ight not have to be rebuilt." advises Spiral, a finger stabbed towards the Cockatrice as he flies about.

And as for that little trick? works better with energy projectiles." as dimunstration, Spiral's wings spread wide, the tips of his 'feathers' gleaming with red light. He cast it off in a flurry of energy, sending red darts of light hurtling for Popla.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "Well, yes."

Blaze Heatnix arrives from the Sky Above Europe.

Blaze Heatnix has arrived.

Spiral Pegasus misses Popla Cockatri with his Feather Barrage attack.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Dr. Cain transmits, "We could show him what it means to get a real beat down. Not any of these cheap imitations the Robot Masters like to 'put on'."

Typhon's ploy fails as Sol's wings glow, providing her with illumination despite the present darkness. The gladiator grunts as the smoke clears but his foe is no longer present. "Where'd you go?"

At that moment Sol makes her pass, dropping mines throughout the entire immediate vicinity. The Hunter can only squint in the blinding blaze as pillars erupt all around him. "Come back and fight!"

Unable to see, he roars and releases his only ranged contingency. The missile rockets shriek, a swarm of them trailing for Sol Titanian, leaving streaks of smoke in their wake.

Typhon strikes Sol Titanian with his Mini Rocket Swarm attack.

Klaymoor grins as he hears the explosion. "I've made deals with many gangs, toasteroven." Klaymoor uses a brief burst of energy to shift about. Then he gets to see... Signas. Crap. Signas comes careening into Klaymoor, slamming him over into the ground. It blasts him down into the ground, making his armor shatter and creak.

Mechfluid spatters about from the sheer force, burying Klaymoor into the ground somewhat. Klaymoor struggles against the ground, trying to pry his big arm out of the dirt and push it up into the side of Signas' chest. "Just shut up and get out of my way." He sneers, cigar smashed across his face. The cannon wells up, firing a brief shot.

Klaymoor strikes you with a glancing hit from his Generic Ranged attack

As Sol continues to burn Noble Mandrago, the flames begin to burn, burn BURN her. It's not much she can honestly do, either, and buzzing around, she begins to spin rapidly to put herself out. But standing there is sort of what she has to do in the end..

Because suddenly, the Mandragora stops, vines going wide, and the head opening up.

"Well if you're going to waste your energy like that .. I think I'll take it! It'll be used for far better purposes, anyhow." Suddenly, she begins to sparkle.. and that's because Sol Salamander just miiight be a bit too close as she sucks the life .. from EVERYTHING.. around her.

Noble Mandrago strikes Sol Salamander with her Mandrago Regeneration attack.

Noble Mandrago drains energy from Sol Salamander.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "...Goddamnit..."

Heat Genblem is irritated. An attack almost identical to the previous one- how unoriginal and tiresome. He takes the vampiric blade on the arm, getting a cut deep into his stretchy forearm.

"Your convictions seem interesting," he comments. "But your appearence is telling."

He swipes backwards, and rockets into the air. With a quick snap of limbs into body, he prepares to create a line between four people... and after waiting for a second to make sure his calculations are right, calls "SOLAR DEATH BEAM!" and fires a mighty arc blast to demolish the vineyard!

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "I have to retreat, my systems are going nuts."

Heat Genblem misses Axl with his Solar Death Beam attack.

Heat Genblem strikes Sol Salamander with his Solar Death Beam attack.

Sol Salamander falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

Heat Genblem misses you with his Solar Death Beam attack.

Heat Genblem strikes Spiral Pegasus with his Solar Death Beam attack.

Noble Mandrago effects some minor repair work on Sol Salamander.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander transmits, "Re-OH GOD THAT'S A LA-*Signal goes out*"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish grunt.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Yeah, that's how everybody reacts."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "Maybe he should start running earlier so he doesn't keep getting blown up?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Running?"

"Where is your eloquence, Klaymoor," Signas says quietly, as the blast strikes his vital systems within his chest. "Fire, passion, these you have in abundance. But finesse. Technique. /Logic/. Where are they?" He falls back, smoke billowing from the gaping hole in his armor. He has to act quickly at that point, as Sol Titanian's charge falls to the ground. He leaps to the side, landing and rolling with a pained grunt. The charge goes off, sending dirt and fire clattering against his back, but doing no damage. The Diplomat looks up, just in time to see Heat Genblem's powerful assault. Signas just barely manages to blink out of the way.

When he reappears, Signas is breathing heavily. "Gnn... Looks like it's time for a new tactic," he mutters, holding up his undamaged hand. It glows again... but this time, it just raises a forcefield around his body.

Signas invokes Diplomatic Immunity.

The red light of the feathers that strike towards Popla almost make it. Almost... but not quite! Instead, the hopping and popping Popla is thrust one more into somewhere he's gotta just get out of the way. Because it would be embarresing to be OUT CHICKEN'D. And Popla doesn't play that stupid game at all!

"No, Kyakyakya! You're doing it all wrong! All wrong! KYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The funky chicken calls, flapping his wings as he peers towards Spiral Pegasus. He even hops about the razor wings that come for him, only to, once more, pay attention to the speed that the Repliforcer is going. Going. Going.

And then Popla hops. Hops?! Hops. High, sending himself for the head of Spiral, aiming to strike his head. Clear on. "Time for you to see where all that green stuff is coming from. Kyakyakya!"

Popla Cockatri strikes Spiral Pegasus with his Hop attack.

Sol blinked...it became hard to move...and act...he shook the feeling off to realize she could do his trick, but slightly differently.

He also noticed that his systems were about fried from this. Taking a step back, he realized he was going to have to re-

LASER!

And then Sol was now a burning pile of scrap.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeolus transmit, "Urng...Damn! Signas, guys, I'm going to unload some firepower on thoses punks."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "What the --"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Dr. Cain transmits, "It's Axl, Shield."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "I have invoked Diplomatic Immunity. Go ahead, Axl."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish grunt.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Axl, Shell."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "Please do, my young friend."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeolaxl transmits, "Yeah, what? Oh. Yeah, sorry. Kinda has to talk in the voice of the dude I emulate, y'know?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "That could cause havoc if they intercept our radio."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeoluaxl transmits, "Yeah, awesome, ainnit?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeoluaxl transmits, "If you mean havoc for THEM, anyway."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "What if they're emulating /you/?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "I -- this discussion's old."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "Understandable, though."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "The problem is that none of you are god**** paranoid enough."

"Dodgey little chicken." Spiral mutters through clenched teeth as Popla Evades, that grating voice like nails along a chalk board in his ears, disrupting his focus and leaving him open to a giant, falling chicken as it comes crashing down on his head, smashing the Pegasus to the earth.

Caught between a rock.. and Popla's posterior.. Spiral can think of only one recourse. His hand fills with the grip of a beamsaber, the blade born into the air with a violant hiss as the beam burns to life.. and is promptly thrust..

Prostate Exams The Repliforce Way.

Spiral Pegasus strikes Popla Cockatri with his Spiral Saber Thrust attack.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "I'd recommend a password system that cycles weekly."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeoluaxl transmit, "Yeah. What's your solution, Grand Paranoid Poobah?

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Being paranoid all the time only causes ulcers."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "A week is one day of uncertainty and six days of insecurity."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "True."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Eugene Chaud transmits, "Wouldn't he have a different electronic ID signature than an outside interceptor?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "No, because then the disguise system wouldn't work properly. He mimics everything about them."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Eugene Chaud transmits, "Well, that certainly /is/ a problem."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Dr. Cain transmits, "I am going to find some Aleve."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "It's obvious that anything Axl states can't be trusted."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Not paranoid enough? Shell? I only leave a password protected zone, and a safe box able to withstand grenades for a reason."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Aeoluaxl transmit, "Hey, hey? Kinda busy here. Let's leave the whole 'Emulators are a GAPING SECURITY HOLE' discussion after I'm done making some paste with thoses assholes."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Just Axl?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "Honestly? Nobody can be trusted without verification from multiple individuals."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Also known as a conspiracy."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Exc-...Damn you are paranoid."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Security Hydra transmits, "I believe there are only two or three emulation capable individuals currently, and they are in seperate organizations."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "That we know of."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Lets see...Lumine, Axl, uh..Dark man?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Eugene Chaud transmits, "Exactly. That's something that a cunning group would hide."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "I am certainly not an emulator."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "We could deal with potential emulators by just punching everyone we see in the face."

What happens in the last few moments is a lot for Aeolus-Axl to answer coherently at this point, the confusion of a large battle settling in as always. Familiar chaos, but chaos nonetheless. The mines coming from that little freak comes out of nowhere, connecting against the fake Aesir, sending him flying straight up. Good luck happens in his bad thought, as this unexpected kick up gives him some help in avoiding that large blast of absolute heat death.

That's when Axl, smugly, has decided he has seen enough of thoses freakin' punks.

Still in mid air, Axl's form shimmers and changes completly with a burst of light. What is in his place is a much different creature -- bigger with large, wing-like things protuding on the back of it and...completly inhuman, all this glowing with an eerie light. Lumine.

"PREPARE TO FACE JUDGEMENT, WORMS!" Lumine-Axl shouts in that odd, distorted voice as his 'wings' spread, enormous amount of energy gathering at the tip of them. It last a mere moments and...the next thing that is know: LASERS.

EVERYWHERE.

ANYTIME.

Axl changes into his Lumine armor.

Axl strikes Klaymoor with his Laser Rampage attack.

Axl misses Popla Cockatri with his Laser Rampage attack.

Axl misses Heat Genblem with his Laser Rampage attack.

Axl strikes Noble Mandrago with his Laser Rampage attack.

Axl strikes Sol Titanian with his Laser Rampage attack.

Sol Titanian falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "I am not good with the punching thing."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "Then buy a big foam fist."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "Foam fists are not in the logistics budget, ensign, so don't even think about it."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "...Aww. But I don't wana get punched in the face.."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "Try billy clubs."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Axl. You missed a giant fire turtle."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "I'm impressed."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "Shaddup!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sol Salamander would laugh if not for being UNCONCIOUS!

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Blaze Heatnix transmits, "He can actually move deceptively fast...ocassionally."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Nooo hitting me! I bruse by sight alone."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Blaze Heatnix mutters, "Wimp."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Yes I am, thank you."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Hey, Axl?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "'Sup."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Are you the real Axl?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "Look, I'll buy you the foam fist."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "Yeah. Uh. Oh man, yeah, this is probably confusing as hell, isin't it."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Good enough for me."

Really, Klaymoor would just blow the crap out of Signas and his shield, but that isn't going to be the case here. "I know what I'm doing." He adds to Signas, but isn't about to get into a heated argument. The cannon charges until Lumine's laser blast slams into him. It's not as painful as the press from Signas, but it burns a great hole into the coat-like armor.

Klaymoor spits the smashed cigar out and shifts away, turning away from the warehouse. He actually... MOVES HIS LEGS and starts stomping away.

Klaymoor retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Axl, Typhon, Magic Man, Giga Man, Spiral Pegasus, Signas, Sol Titanian, Heat Genblem, Sol Salamander, Popla Cockatri, and Noble Mandrago.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Why is a former robot master buying me a foam fist..."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Gah, now I am thinking paranoid!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "He /loves/ foam fists."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "Oh, ok. Sure thanks!"

Sol Titanian cries out as Typhon's rockets strike her unexpectedly amidst her playful firebombing of the whole playing field. "Avant-GAUCHE!" she accuses Typhon with grammatical incorrectness and a certain attention to the local colour. Just enough to offend it no doubt. "Impossible!!

At this time laser fire from behind and all around tears through the flames and Sol finds herself crying out won last time as an enormous hole the size of a cheesecake appears in her chest. "ImPossIBLE!!!!" She manages to bellow the one last defiant denial of the facts before she collapses like a wet sack of concrete.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "So you can punch people in the face that you suspect of foul emulation tricks."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Shield Shellfish transmits, "..."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Eugene Chaud transmits, "What about a small, external ID chip? Would that get pulled into the Emulation, too?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "I like the foam fist better."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "We should go with the foam fist."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Ciel transmits, "Oh, that reminds me! I still need to borrow you for research sometime, Axl, if it's still okay."

And that's when Axl changes. "Prepare to what, darling?" The android looks on to see wings. And energy. And Lasers.

She can't burrow fast enough, and while her body is energy efficient, able to suck energy from the air.. it cannot absorb pure lasers. Vines rip off, pieces of the oddly shaped extrusions bend this way and that, and in the end.. she's up. Far from barely.. but Noble was never the most courageous. And this time, something very different is noticeable.

She never hid behind anyone. Next time? .. She's totally using Heat as cover again. It didn't work out well this time.

Drilling under, Noble unburrows nearby Sol as she's struck from the air.. and then latches on, dragging her sister back home with her. "Bye bye~!"

Noble Mandrago retreats from the area swiftly, leaving her open to pursuit or parting shots from Axl, Magic Man, Spiral Pegasus, and Sol Titanian.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Midnight Epiphyllum transmits, "...Ok, that was enough to make me paranoid again."

Typhon grunts and watches as Axl goes ape shit on everyone via Lumine-form. The gladiator, missiles still armed, takes another target in range. User interface locks in on the giant turtle, rockets roaring to life once more.

Typhon misses Heat Genblem with his Double Mini Rockets attack.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "Hey, hey, now. No external ID chip."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "That's screw up with my stealth operations."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmit, "Wait, crap, that didn't helped."

There are things to be said about other things. One of these things is that when Spiral moves to give him a rectal exam, Popla doesn't even see it coming. It's thrust up there alright, which causes his eyes to open, break to squawk, and for him to run around like a chicken. A chicken with his butt cut up. "Kyakya! Why would you do that to Popla?!" It cries, running back and forth.

"Why you do that why you do that why you do that WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Popla cries, flapping his wings powerfully as he goes, jamming himself back and forth through the many different wing lasers that strike towards the ground, searing through. The chicken run is amazing, as he manages, not once, to be touched by a laser from space. "Kyakyakyakya! That's it! I'm not doing this any more! SLOW DOWN WILL YA! KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

And then. Time. Time stops. For everything and one involved. Oh yes.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "It's really creepy to ask to research on people, you know."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Cut Man transmits, "Nope, no, never."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Hey, Ax, concentrate on the fight, not on Shield's paranoia."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Well gosh, that happens all the time!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "I mean if someone walked up to me and said 'I need to research you' I get immediate images of being staked out on a table."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Well yeah, but it doesn't hurt and they let you see what they're doing."

Popla Cockatri strikes Axl with his Time Stopper attack.

Axl is temporarily disoriented by Popla Cockatri's Time Stopper attack.

Popla Cockatri misses Spiral Pegasus with his Time Stopper attack.

Your forcefield absorbs 0 units of damage from Popla Cockatri's attack.

Popla Cockatri strikes you with a glancing hit from his Time Stopper attack for 0 units of damage.

Popla Cockatri strikes Heat Genblem with his Time Stopper attack.

Heat Genblem is temporarily disoriented by Popla Cockatri's Time Stopper attack.

Popla Cockatri strikes Typhon with his Time Stopper attack.

Typhon is temporarily disoriented by Popla Cockatri's Time Stopper attack.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "Chest open, cables twitching from my core generator, as you grip it in rubber gloves and laugh and laugh."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Ciel transmits, "Well, I'm not going to do that. I already discussed it with Axl, I just need to borrow him and his neat ability for a paper I'm doing."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "Will you laugh and laugh?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmits, "Yeah, she just want to test some senses and stu--"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Ciel transmits, "Yeah, I'm not gonna laugh. I think. You know, unless I get a very funny result."

Typhon aughs. Sparklies all around. The colors, Duke! The colors!

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "What about a result full of dark triumph?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Hh. Time Stopper."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "Curse this witchcraft!"

Look at Lumine. Just look at him, people.

Looking all mighty, majestic and spreading out enormous amount of laserous fury to smite down the unbelivers.

Frozen in time.

Fan-freakin'-tastic.

Heat Genblem starts rolling.

Once the death beam clears, he begins spinning, evading the Axlumine laser burst and the rockets as he careens around, bouncing wildly. He is about to plot out some sort of plan for striking them all, because he can't abide anyone hurting Sol, but...

Well, then time comes to a screeching halt.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Ciel transmits, "I'm not sure how I'd get dark triumph out of a taste test..."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "Well maybe you made someone taste a serum that would paralyze their body at a critical moment."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "You know, a Just As Planned moment."

Time comes to a halt, the wave of temporal stasis engulfing everyone.. everyone save for Spiral Pegasus.

Amazed by how much pain he is not feeling, Spiral looks himself over, hands turned for examination as the battlefield halts. "This.. this has never happened.." speaks the Pegasus in mute amazement..

It doesn't last long however, his gaze snapping upto Popla, a fist clenched with intent to do harm.

"Shield says knock you out, Chicken!" he barks in the silance of stopped time befor he explodes into motion, streaking through the air at amazing speeds, a white streak as he rushes the Cockatrice..

And then something breaks..

The sound barrier.

Spiral Pegasus misses Popla Cockatri with his Supersonic attack.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Ciel transmits, "You're... weird."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Elec Man transmits, "Nonsense, I'm Elec Man."

Signas stands in his bubble of Diplomatic Immunity, watching impassively as time stops outside. "Just another day at the office," he mutters, nursing his wounds.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Lumine-Axl transmits, "--I hate Timestoppers."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "This devilry is cowardice..."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "Atleast they don't -break- you."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Typhon transmits, "I'd much rather they did, at least I wouldn't have to wait."

[OOC] Axl says, "So, who's left."

Time around Heat Genblem weakens, and he drops to the dirt floor.

He quickly switches to his turtle form, and quickly looks around. Sol and Noble have retreated. There's another person he hasn't noticed. Klaymoor has also retreated.

...eh, he feels lucky. He acquires multiple targets and breathes deep, then unleashes a rolling flamethrower onto all of the current opponents. Time to finish up.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "Yeah.. you still have to wait. It's just a surge of intense pain when it wears off... and a little bit befor."

Heat Genblem strikes Axl with his Ripple Flamethrower attack.

Your forcefield absorbs units of damage from Heat Genblem's attack.

Heat Genblem strikes you with a glancing hit from his Ripple Flamethrower attack for 0 units of damage.

You take less damage due to your Fire resistances.

Heat Genblem strikes Typhon with his Ripple Flamethrower attack.

Heat Genblem strikes Spiral Pegasus with his Ripple Flamethrower attack.

Typhon lets Heat Genblems flames lap over him. "Rargh! I am born of flame, friend." He absorbs the heat and basks in it's glory. "I am of fire and in my wake I leave... ash!" He coughs and a tonic black cloud curls forth from his wicked robust maw, snaking it's way to Heat Genblem's proximity.

Typhon misses Heat Genblem with his Smokescreen attack.

[Radio: (A) H Chat] Cinnamon transmits, "Ummmm, Mike, or -- one of the doctors, you out there?"

Even as time seems to pass slowly, Popla's just awaiting for a moment. Just a moment to see who exactly got stopped. Well, Spiral obviously didn't as he's coming right for him. "KYAKYA! Hey! You're supposed to be stopped!" The cockatrice cries, flapping his wings powerfully as he does. "Squaaaaak! You're not supposed to be here!"

Still, even as he lifts off and the Pegasus goes under, well, his butt bombs him. Yes, exactly, he's trying to AIM for Spiral with goop as he passes, passing over the Repliforce. "Bombs away! Kyakya!" The robo chicken calls, laying blobs of goop as he goes, flying over Typhon, and dong the same, and even on Justice.

BECAUSE JUSTICE IS THERE TO POOP ON. "Kyakya! Poop on the car of justice! Kyakyakya!"

Popla Cockatri strikes Spiral Pegasus with his Blob Bombadier attack.

Popla Cockatri strikes Typhon with his Blob Bombadier attack.

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

Your forcefield absorbs units of damage from Popla Cockatri's attack.

Popla Cockatri strikes you with a glancing hit from his Blob Bombadier attack for 0 units of damage.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Spiral Pegasus transmits, "Stupid.. friggen chicken. I'm pulling out, I'm not going to let him crash me.!"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sing transmits, "...now there's a line to wake up to."

Typhon cackles as the berserker rage consumes him. He looks up.

• Slork*

"AH! Curses!" *Thud*

Spiral Pegasus whips around coming in for another attack run only to be caught in a rush of flames..

And acidic bird poop..

His systems threaten failure andquite honestly fear sets in. With little mor to contribute, Spiral rockets away to safety,

Spiral Pegasus retreats from the area swiftly, outdistancing all pursuit and parting shots.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Signas transmits, "Axl, are you still functioning."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Typhon's emergency beacon activates.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Cinnamon transmits, "Uh-oh."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Elec Man transmits, "Overwrought Man isn't."

Signas watches. He watches as the fire licks across the field. He watches as the gloops splatters over it, "Hm"ing softly as he analyses the contents of it and comes up against a wall. Even his gigantic robot brain can't parse the green stuff. It drips off, and he watches as Spiral Pegasus is forced into retreat and Typhon falls to the vicious attacks.

And then he acts.

"I think that is quite enough, gentlemen," Signas says, dropping the forcefield and cracking his neck. "You have had your fun and demonstrated that you are terribly scary and all that, and we are all quite impressed. Really. But enough is enough." Signas holds up his right hand. It begins to glow and crackle, and his arm bhums with power.

"This fist is Justice, gentlemen. I am the judge. And this is my gavel." Signas draws back the fist, and BLINK... appears in front of Heat Genblem. "Court is adjourned."

Signas lowers his Diplomatic Immunity field.

You strike Heat Genblem with a solid hit from your Impact Knuckle attack.

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Cinnamon transmits, "Are you guys gonna be able to get out of there?"

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Cinnamon transmits, "Uh --"

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Cinnamon transmits, "Marseille, I think."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Sing transmits, "Cheh. CRAB on site?"

Heat Genblem stops his flame surge. This is reasonable, and within his accepted mission printouts. They are winning, and now depleting enemy forces. Three ally retreats, three enemy retreats. Now, to concentrate on...

Signas--

Heat finds himself blinked in front of, and hit with the immense power of the impact knuckle. The massive shockwave rockets from his back, a significant amount of internal systems smashed and his chestplate cracked by the explosive shockwave. It's a gut punch.

Heat's eyes open, and he staggers. He's... not expecting that. But... he... could...

Confused, he throws a spinning uppercut, trying to force Signas back. "Shoryuken!"

Heat Genblem strikes you with a minor hit from his Shoryuken attack

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Cinnamon transmits, "I dunno but I think we can get another one out there!"

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Cinnamon, apologetically: "I'm not at the castle."

[Radio: (B) H Secure] Sing transmits, "'Sall right. Neither am I."

Time-stoppers are quite an annoying thing to experience, especialy when you are on the opposing side of it. Axl is brutaly clinged out of it by the rippling flames from the enormous turtle. The 'Angelic' reploid crings, shuddering from the heat of the attack and hovers backward, scowling mightily down at the android. "Wha--Damn you!" Axl shouts, forming up a buster with his remaining arm and lowering it down at the offending foe.

"You come in here and start rampaging up diplomatic solutions and then - you abandon your allies as they run away their legs bettewn their tails!?" Lumine-Axl thunders out. "GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE I GET MAD."

A single, charged blast comes out of the buster's tip. It looks pretty energic.

Axl strikes Heat Genblem with his L-buster attack.

"Abandon them?" Heat asks, looking up to Axl.

The L-Buster's energy charge hits him like a bucket of water, the stuff spilling over him, sinking into his wounds and destroying his power. He emits a pall of smoke.

"No, never."

"We are Einherjar. We don't give up, we conquer. We keep fighting until we cannot fight any more, because together, we can overcome. We do not break and run as easily as cowardly Hunters. We have destroyed this vineyard and peoples' livelihood. Enjoy your guns. We have wounded you all... and we will be back!"

He disappears into the pulped, steaming clouds.

Heat Genblem retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Blaze Heatnix, Axl, Typhon, and Sol Titanian.

Popla looks upon Spiral as he leaves. "Kyakya! Yes! I'm the better chicken Kyakyakya!" The cockatrice calls, flapping his wings mightly as he watches two of the three either suffering from damage or getting out.

But then Heat is assaulted. Twice. Once more, Popla just hates to be ignored. It doesn't validate his own awesomeitude. Yeah. That. "Hey! HEY! Look at me! LOOK. AT. ME! I can't help it you're all too dumb to look at me! LOOK LOOK LOOK!" Popla cries, a loud racket being portrayed.

Something akin to screeching and scratching. And then, out of nowhere, it all comes to a point. "HEY! JUSTICE! THIS IS WHAT I DO TO YOU! KYAKYA!" Popla cries, once more turning, the green goop that flies out, well, it's pulsing for Signas. Aiming to latch onto his face and well, burn it off. BURN IT OFF.

Popla Cockatri strikes you with a minor hit from his Goo Pulse attack

Signas looks vaguely surprised to find Heat Genblem still standing after the Impact Knuckle. And in that moment of surprise, the fiery turtle makes his move. "Hgn!" Signas Grunts, taking it on the chin and flying up in the air, then back down to crash heavily on the back of his head and his shoulders. Moments later his feet slam into the ground as well.

"Hah... hah..." he pants, rolling over and retching up a stream of precious bodily fluids. The much-battered Diplomat gets to his hands and knees and then, with a mighty effort, pushes himself back to his feet. Just in time to get drenched in green goop, which eats away at his face and torso. "Gn... hrg!" he growls, swiping at his face to clear his vision.

Signas turns to regard Heat Genblem, swaying slightly on his feet. His vision blurs. He shakes his head, clearing his vision. "You have my -attention-, Popla Cockatri." Fists clench. Signas rushes forward... and his left leg snaps out and up, before scything back down towards Popla Cockatri's head.

You strike Popla Cockatri with a solid hit from your J'accuse! attack.

Axl just stares as Heat Genblem runs away, blinking rapidly. He's not sure if it's out of disbelief, annoyance, or just plain out 'deja-vu'. It's probably a mixture of all three.

"Uh." Lumine-Axl replies in a perfectly coherent faishon, furrowing his brows evantualy annoyedly. "Y'know, you punk asses are not robot masters, and you shouldn't steal their intellectual properities -- you're sullying them up, for god's sake -- and by the way? That vineyard? Wasn't even READY."

More energy builds up at the tip of the buster, firing off a bigger blast after the turtle as he retreats. "You didn't /accomplished anything/, loser."

Axl strikes Heat Genblem with his L-buster 2 attack.

Heat Genblem falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

Heat Genblem ignores Axl. He is right, and his logic makes perfect sense.

It makes perfect sense becase the Professor programmed it to make perfect sense to him.

His enormous frame disappears, blasted in the back with such force that it's sent rushing away almost in parallel to the way he entered, eventally keeling over somewhere next to Midi's jeep.

Turkey. That's what Popla feels like when Signas strikes down with the leg. It hurts, oh boy it hurts. But Popla's happy. Oh is Popla happy. He has his attention! And that's all that really matters when Popla is involved. "G-good!" The bird calls, "Kyakyakya! The man cries, even as the strike kicks on the smaller birds body, before sending him hurdling away.

"Kyakya! What do you think you're doing?!" The bird cries, "Well, you're looking at me! That's all that matters! Kyakya! I'll show you why you shouldn't be ignoring me! Yeah! Yeah!" The bird cries, flapping his wings as he hops about, his vision aimed towards Signas at first, before well.

He turns around. Yes, Popla actuall turns around, not even looking towards Signas as he aims. "And I'm not even gonna look! Kyakyakya!" And like so, the feathers bite forward, crashing across the air at random angles in hopes that a few, if any, will make it to Signas. RAZOR feathers.

Popla Cockatri misses you with his Tailfeather Shot attack.

Signas watches stoically as Popla Cockatri engages in what can only be described as 'Antics'. Inwardly, he is just baffled. "They get crazier every time," he says under his breath. As Axl downs the Genblem, Signas turns towards the SA-Class Hunter and nods. "You got through that mission as if it was your own backyard, Axl," he says.

Feathers go flying by in a completely different direction. Signas almost doesn't notice, but he turns at the last moment and sees Popla attacking one of the few remaining grape trees. "Popla Cockatri. Please just give up," Signas says, sounding slightly exasperated. Shaking his head, the Diplomat draws his Assault Cannon.

"I do not like to use this weapon, but you leave me no choice," he explains, lining up a shot. He draws back the loading mechanism, and a round CL-THUNKS into the chamber. "Now would be a good time to run."

Boom.

You strike Popla Cockatri with a minor hit from your Assault Cannon Blast attack.

As Popla finds out Signas evaded his totally unavoidable attack by standing there and shooting a grape vine. Popla looks about, looking left, looking right. "Kyakya! Uh... it seems I'm the only one left!" Popla calls blinking, flapping his wings, and turning about.

"I'll be back for everyone! Kyakya!" The Einherjar calls, running towards the fallen heat to pick him up with his TALONS.

And then hop into the jeep. Probably so that they can get the heck out of here.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS CHEATER! Kyakyakya!" He cries, his voice rather loud and whiny. Whiny and loud. Yet, PERFECT.

Yeah seriosuly you cannot knock perfection.

Popla Cockatri retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Blaze Heatnix, Giga Man, Signas, Heat Genblem, Munitions Ifrit, and Security Hydra.

Signas plants the Assault Cannon barrel-first into the ground, then leans heavily on the stock as Popla makes his exit. With one hand, he idly tries to wipe more of the goo off his large hat, with mixed results. Heaving a sigh, Signas turns to look across the ruined vineyard. "Well. That is a shame," is all he has to say.

The Diplomat slides down the barrel of the gun to a seated position, leaning on the large weapon and staring up at the sky. "It was such a nice day, too."

The bird flees and, as it does, Axl returns to his previous, ordinary form, landing on the ground with a grunt. He's wounded, but apparently not as much as Signas is.

"Yeah," The young gunslinger replies to the diplomat. "I just /love/ when they try to make it sound like they're ruined everything by a simple attacks." He adds, looking over the vineyards. Damnit, it WAS starting to look good, but...

"Freakin' bullies."

Looking to Axl, Signas manages his version of a smile. "They need something to justify the effort, I suppose. No one likes to fail." He rests a forearm on a knee and gazes out towards the city. "Fortunately, they have a unique ability to find victory in the most unlikely of places."

"Yeah, well," Axl comments, holstering his morph gun back as he shakes his head. "That dosen't stop them from being jackasses of losers."

Despite all the years, Axl have not progressed too much on his tendencies of insults, swearing and stuff. Things changes, sure, but not all the way, often.

Axl changes into his Axl armor.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Axl transmits, "Wheew. Done."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Did you kick ass?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Axl transmits, "Yeah."

"It surely does not, my friend. It surely does not." Signas takes a deep breath, then hauls himself back into a standing position. Swapping the gun for an uprooted tree-crutch, he limps towards the nearest teleporter.

"I think it's about time to get home. I'm sure LEGIONS can clean up their own minitions depot," Signas comments.

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Michael Eildath transmits, "Booyah."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sing transmits, "Take names?"

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Some names were taken."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sing transmits, "Right on."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "Typhon and Sol Salamander will require a pickup."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Signas transmits, "I am in no shape to retrieve them myself."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Sing transmits, "Transport's on its way."

[Radio: (C) A Chat] Axl transmits, "Awesome. Thanks."