Megaman - Wednesday, March 01, 2000, 6:41 PM
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Medical Center - Hunter HQ

Rock slides into the medbay quietly; helmet tucked under his arm, his armour still holds blastmarks. Looks like he's been busy and hasn't had time to heal.

Twila Peterson is by Reed's bedside, readying herself to check on something regarding his systems while Kyo sits nearby, continueing hissing and letting everyone know she had no love for Sigma.

Quinton Reed nods up at Twila. "Yeah...Again, my power levels have been really down, and my internal readjustments have been slow at best...Plus mechfluid distribution is rather low pressure...Think I still have something busted in there, doc?"

Roll doesn't make any verbal reply to Sigma. She just shrugs her shoulders, giving Rock a brief wave as she turns to give Twila a hand with Quint, leaving Mirage and Rock to deal with Sigma for now.

Twila Peterson hmmms and quirks a brow as she opens up where she thinks the problem are is. "Just sounds as if there were some damage to the lines." She glances up from her work and offers Rock a small nod, fully taking in his appearance and furrows her brows in concern. He should *at least* allow himself to be looked over. "Rock, you feeling alright?"

Rock drops into a seat, nodding lightly to Twila. "Yeah. Self-heal systems have gotten most of the internal stuff." There's still a big hole in his side, though; one can see the internals. He looks over at Sigma, unsure if the Maverick is awake or not. "How're people taking our patients... I got your news about Bass."

Sigma is quite awake, actually, standing outside of the medical forcefield that was around his table. The forcefield is also gone, and Sigma is looking directly at Rock, having been just speaking of him. He lets Rock take a seat before speaking up, "Have you gathered your Hunters together and briefed them yet on what the Kaiser will do if he stays here?"

Quinton Reed ahhs and nods. "No problem. Nothing major to correct, right?" As he speaks, he continues listening to the various conversations...He's sure the United Nations haven't been let in on a lot of this, or at least not that he's heard from them...Of course, being cooped up in a medbay for a few days can have that effect.

Twila Peterson flickers a glance towards Kyo's antics. Hissing and growls are hard to miss. "Well, if Kyo's any indication. Would you mind trying to calm her? And, yeah. You get the message about Protoman as well?" The girl obviously can't at the moment. "And, as soon as I finish with Mr. Reed here I'd like to look you over to make sure everything is working right." She then cuts off whatever else she was about to say when the Maverick Commander speaks up.
Sapphire eyes fall on Sigma after he speaks, and Rock shakes his head. "Not yet. I had planned on it tonight. I've been rather busy today. Press releases had to be made and aI haven't had time." He nods at Twila, leaning over to pick up the cabbit, setting it in his lap and petting it. "Yeah, I got the message about Protoman."

Twila Peterson nods towards the "Blue Bomber" in response before going back to her work on the cyborg. "Nothing series. Just some lines and carries slightly out of alignment...main reason why everything's been a tad sluggish," she informs the UN operative as she goes about realinging the connections one by one.

Kyo-Ohki is still quite tense, although she does appear to settle herself down within Rock's hold. She nuzzles up to him lovingly and emits a soft puur...just before casting another glance towards Sigma and letting out a childish "Tttttttttthbts!"

Sigma continues to gaze at Rock, his attention not being diverted by anything else in the room, "I suggest that you do so as soon as you are capable of performing such an action. Additionally, I will need to contact my Mavericks who may still be loyal to me, and we will need to figure out our strategy on how we are going to defeat the Kaiser and send him back where he belongs."

Rock nods at Sigma, scratching Kyo between the ears. "Alright, Sigma." He locks his sapphire eyes with Sigma's. "I need a list of Mavericks you think may be still loyal to you. And I'd already planned on the meeting; I'll call it as soon as Twila clears me." He looks over at Reed, "Are you doin' okay?"

Twila Peterson hmmms while she traces some of the lines she recently connected and begins cleaning some of the mess she's found within that section with several wipes before starting to close Reed's chest back up. "That should about do it for now. Although, if you still have problems after this, I'll contact one of the Doctors or call one in from the local hospital. You're repair systems should be taking over by now..."

Kyo-Ohki yips with her little cotton-ball wagging comically while she maintains a scowl on her features. Twila's more than likely going to have to lock her up within her quarters if this keeps up, as much as that will *really* upset the cabbit.

Sigma keeps his gaze steady with Rock, "The list may be short for now, though I am sure it will grow. The trick will be keeping the fact that I am alive a secret."

Twila Peterson uhs quietly, "Bass...knows. Feedback sorta...let it out..." Although, she doubts Bass will actively spread the word around...

(Ch. B [GoodGuy-Central]) Michael Eildath transmits: 'Well, look... Bass is back.'.

Quinton Reed nods quietly, content to remain lying down for now. "Thanks, doc."

Twila Peterson blinks. "Speaking of who," she mumbles. She takes hold of a medical scanner and then looks to where Rock is sitting. "Um...this the right time?"

Rock nods lightly at Twila, still scritching Kyo. "Alright. Just compile the list and I'll do my best about getting a hold of them all..." As the Hunter channel beeps, he blinks and taps his wristcom.

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Bass? Where is he?'.
(Ch. B [GoodGuy-Central]) Michael Eildath transmits: 'Hey Rock, you up for another visitor of the fugly persuasion, or are ya busy dealing with our other 'special friend'?'.
(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'I'll go out to meet him...'.

Twila Peterson coughs to the side and looks over Rock's condition. "You better get yourself down here as soon as you're able," she warns, although her words are laced with concern.

Rock shakes his head, standing and handing the cabbit off to Twila. "You can scan me when I get back... I think Bass'll be about as standoffish as Sigma was when he came here." He looks at Sigma, and says, "I'll be back in a couple of minutes. We'll discuss your loyal mavericks when I get back."

Twila Peterson blinks as Kyo is given back to her. "I'll hold you to that." .oO(He's leaving me in here with...SIGMA)Oo.

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Where's Bass? Just outside the base?'.

Sigma's eyes narrow at Twila again, and she can feel the gaze boring into her back for a long moment. Sigma turns his gaze back to Rock, "You should also let your Hunters know that this is to be kept quiet. If we have any chance at all to use my death as an advantage against the Kaiser, we can not risk it of your Hunters are loose-lipped. If the Kaiser is expecting me, the final battle will only be more insurmountable."

Twila Peterson watches Rock take his leave and takes in a deep breath. Two humans and a cabbit are left in the room with...Sigma? Oh, dear. She quickly shies away and bites her lower lip. "Some place has definitely frozen over..."

Sigma watches Rock leave, then turns his gaze back to the two humans and a cabbit. Sounds like a bad TV show or something. However, he's aware of the monitors within the medical bay as well. However, as his audio circuits pick up Twila's comment, he turns and heads over towards her, each step bringing him closer.

Quinton Reed whistles quietly to himself, staring at the ceiling. Apparently, he's not the least bit intimidated. In a normal, battlefield setting, he'd be fleeing for his life. However, since Sigma is unarmed and he calculates its not in Sigma's interests to ruin his chance for rising back to power with his Mavericks, he can relax.

Kyo-Ohki notices Sigma's approach before Twila does, however that soon changes in about 2 seconds. Her small frame freezes as she turns to regard him, but she tries to stay as calm as she can. After all, there is a cease fire currently on right now. However, she can't speak much for Kyo her starts acting up even more so. The girl narrows her eyes, moving a hand to her radio...just in case. Although, by the time she were to call out for aid...more than likely it would have been a bit too late if Sigma had thought to try anything.

Twila Peterson manages as an afterthought. "You wanted something?"

Sigma places his hands behind his back in a show that he is not intending on taking action at this point. However, he does lean down to Twila, placing his much larger head next to her ear away from her radio, and he says something quietly for Twila's ears only.

Quinton Reed glances over to Sigma as he whispers to Twila, lying in his nearby medbed. It's more of curiosity than of fear, though, assuming that Sigma is probably doing the vague-threat-to-temporary-allies bit.

Sigma whispers: 'I know that you despise me as surely as I despise your kind. However, right now there are more important things to worry about. I am capable of setting aside my 'vision' at least temporarily so that we all may live. Including you humans...Are you capable of doing the same?'.

Rick Morgan enters the medical bay right about then, hand clasping a datapad as he punches in the last details of a quick personal report, before turning to set the instrument clattering on the counter nearby. It's then that he straightens up, and happens to notice Sigma leaning rather close to Twila.

Cease fire or no, Rick stiffens visibly, his jaw clenching tightly as he struggles hard not to stare, shout or outright grab Twila and try to move her -away- from that being. It's one thing if Sigma's in here...but a whole other when he's that -close- to Rick's sister right now..
Screen> Bass smirks ever so slightly. "The city was of little importance. The -real- challenge for them will be Skull Fortress itself. And yes, he is quite capable of taking damage. However, he can absorb a rather fair amount of it, as well as be very difficult to hit at the best of times." He makes a slight motion with his right hand then. "When we left the city....I managed to damage his flight thrusters. He seemed most....upset about that." he chuckles deeply at the memory. If there's one thing Bass loves, it's seeing an opponent get angry from his own actions. "No doubt he has been repaired by -now-, however he can be damaged. And ultimately defeated...I never entertained this notion that he was some sort of god...."

Twila Peterson knits her brows as the hand holding Kyo rests there. The cabbit certainly doesn't care much for the close proximity either. However, she settles into low, soft growls of emiited warnings got the Maverick not to do anything more than speak. The young woman then returns within something that's only a notch above a whisper, but not quite normal in volume. "If I wasn't...I wouldn't have kept track on your medical progress."

Rick Morgan finally seems to snap himself back to the here and now, and thus manages to finish what he came in here for, turning to cross the room and flick on a switch at a nearby terminal. He leans over to glance at the readout, tapping a few keys, before finally straightening up. Ironically enough, it's Sigma's schematics that are on the screen.

Sigma stands back up to his full height, looking down at Twila with a glint in his eyes, "Of course. Your commentary seems to run contrary, however." He's still got his hands behind his back, but you get the subtle urge of a vague threat. However, nothing else comes of it as Sigma turns away from the human and walks back to his designated medical table.

Twila Peterson hmphs and still knows the difference of doing what needs to be done while having one's own opinions about it. But then, from what she knows of Sigma, opinions contrary to his own aren't favorably looked upon either...

<Soon...outside the labs...>

Bass stands quietly on the roof of the building, arms crossed over his chest as he leans ever so slightly against Treble's side, staring straight ahead and lost in whatever thoughts it is that go through his head right now. For the moment anyway.

The hangar door, and a seemingly battered Rock steps out. Armour blasted and chipped, and burnmarked, he looks about for Bass... sighting his adversary, he steps forward toward Bass, Rush walking beside the Blue Bomber. "You wished to talk, Bass?" Rock's helmet is held under his left arm...

Bass arches an eyebrow as he notes Rock's condition...his own damage from the fight with Kaiser having been repaired somewhat so it dosen't look quite as bad as it had been. And of course Treble himself having undergone repairs from a certain Hunter medic as well. "No doubt you're by now more than aware what has befallen Robotropolis..." Bass intones, skipping any formalities....even skipping his usual sarcastic greeting. He turns to face Rock fully.

Treble meanwhile, gives Rush the evil eye, though he does nothing, remaining silent as per his master's wishes.

"Last night, after battling the Kaiser myself, I have come to the conclusion that while his power -is- substantial...it is finite, just like any one of us." He growls then, and moves his hands to rest on his hips as he appears to note the next part with distaste. "However, he has a rather generous amount to pull from given the circumstances. Nevertheless....he is now vulnerable. Despite what that fool may think, the attack on Robotropolis took far more out of him and his forces than he had most likely expected."

Rock nods light. "Yes, I heard... I dispatched people to evacuate the
citizens you Masters left to die." He eyes Bass, taking in any damage he has/might have, and says, "Oh? I figured he would have finite power.. I didn't think that one assault would drain him as much as you've described." Rush resists a growl at Treble, staying quiet and sitting beside Rock's feet. "You've come here to give me that information?"

Rock nods lightly. "Alright. Do you propose something, or were you just being nice and sharing information?"

"What I am telling you..." Bass says, turning to face out to the city skyline for a few moments. "Is that the Kaiser has stretched his resources -too- thin. He told me last night that I alone was stronger than he expected, and the slaughter that he had anticipated turned into a full scale battle. They may have taken the city, but it cost them dearly. So if you are going to be making your move anytime soon...." he turns back again, now to glare at Rock directly. "I would advise that it be soon. While Kaiser may not be limitless in his power, he is still capable of assaulting the fortress itself when he has gathered his resources. Face it Rock, we are the only thing distracting him right now for the rest of you 'heroes'." he speaks that last word with a bit of distaste.
especially by her race. As the Maverick returns to his space she lets out a breath before once more shushing Kyo and heads over towards Rick's station, while keeping Reed's med in full view. "How's it coming over here?" she asks, attempting to keep her voice as steady as possible after that small encounter.

Bass smirks ever so slightly, then tilts his head back and actually laughs just a bit. "Oh don't kid yourself, Rock...no matter what shape he's in, it -won't- be easy." He then grins widely, actually showing his clenched teeth as he steps forward, raising a fist as if to punctuate a point. "Come now...isn't this supposed to be the moment that a true warrior -dreams- of?" he speaks. "With everything on the line....and seemingly insurmountable challenge? And the sheer knowledge of just what sort of feeling it will be to actually overcome that challenge!?"

Rock really doesn't know how to answer regarding 'insurmountable challenge' spiel. "In some ways... moreover it's my worst nightmare, though... and I know it won't be easy. We'll need all the people we can get for this endeavor." And he adds, after a pause, "Even the help of the Robot Masters..."

Bass chuckles lightly. "Oh you'll get it Rock. I assure you this...while I still may desire nothing more than to stand over -your- grave one day...." He turns just a bit. "...the Kaiser must quickly learn when he has stuck his nose where it does not belong...."

Rock blinks. The Hunters, Repliforce and Sigma's loyal mavericks'll GET the Masters' help? My, that's a shock. While he does not comment on the first part, he comments, "Yeah. The Kaiser didn't need to stick his nose in our reality..."

Bass says, "He'll rue the day he arrived...." with a dark glare. He then turns, to face Treble once more, who begins to crouch down and deploy his flight jets. "I will now return to Skull Fortress, and see to the barricades. We have enough power that a frontal assault will be impossible for some time still....you have your timeframe to work in Rock. I suggest you make good use of it.""

Bass lifts a foot to rest on Treble's back, and actually half smirks at the same time. "Perhaps....consider it old time's sake." And with that, he mounts up onto his robotic companion fully, crouching down at the mechawolf's flight thrusters engage to full, propelling him forward at top speed.

<Back inside...>

Rick Morgan lifts his head just a bit to glance over at Twila, giving a slow nod. "Good nuff...just gotta do some other scans to make sure the repairs are holding..." he picks up his scanner, and pointedly turns back to Sigma again, moving forward as his metallic feet clank on the floor of the medical bay. "I want to make sure that arm is going to hold, it's a different style than I'm used to..." He offers as an explanation more for Sigma than anyone else. Not that he -wants- to but....hey, he's a professional.

Rick Morgan hmmms quietly, studying the readouts, and doing a walkaround of Sigma's form, pausing here and there to make an adjustment to his scanner. He then pauses for a moment, glancing at the refurbished armor, before lowering the scanner. "Looks like it's taking well." He notes offhandedly. "Not that I enabled your weapon systems yet...but I noticed your scythe wasn't active for my scans....." he adds that in. "Either it's missing, or I wasn't able to pull on its subspace systems." Well now you'd think he was talking to Rock or one of the other Hunters about their weapon systems...with how casual he's speaking.
Sigma remains sitting there on his table, his eyes following Rick around, though he doesn't move his head at all, "You have done some excellent work. Perhaps almost as good as some of my expert medical Mavericks as well. And no, my scythe is not accessible to me at the moment. It is with the Kaiser, unless I miss my guess."

Roll steps away from the console where she was monitoring Quinton for Twila. Not having needed to intervene or intercede in any way, she walks over to one of the free beds, and hops up onto it, using it for a seat as she watches Rick and Sigma interacting, quite happy with just listening from the sidelines on this one.

Twila Peterson decides to busy herself in some way if only to try and distract herself. She proceeds back to one of the empty medbeds to make certain it's ready for Rock if ever had whenever he'll be able to return and get his injuries looked into. She's always hated the fact that he keeps himself away and refuses to let himself be treated. Must be...somewhat of a guy-macho thing. She keeps an eye on Rick's examination of the Maverick, holding a specific envy. If only she could maintain such a front. But...she wasn't made like that.

Rick Morgan furrows his brow at the answer he receives. "That would explain it..." he mutters, before straightening up, and seemingly taking the 'compliment' to his skills in stride. "Call it having alot of practice..." he mutters. Indeed, practice from someone's army having injured Hunters over the past time. "Then it looks like everything else will be up and working..." he snaps the scanner shut again, apparently satisfied, as he turns to place it back on a nearby table.

As Twila is making her own observations, little Kyo manages to scramble out of her arms before anything can be done or said. The cabbit rushes up towards Sigma, with her fur still standing, hissing at him. Kyo then stops just before she reaches him...apparently miffed.

Sigma looks down at the little mecha cabbit in something like bemusement, staring down at the small furry thing for a minute. However, when his gaze goes back up, he gives the cabbit no more notice, instead focusing his thoughts inwards. He places his hands on his legs firmly and remains sitting there, staring straight ahead. It looks like he's staring at something, but you can tell he has gone into some kind of deep thinking or meditation of some sort.
Rick Morgan blinks, and turns back towards Kyo, moving to facepalm, as he steps forward and scoops the little creature up in his hands. "Little advice kiddo..." he mutters so quietly that it's only for the cabbit's ears. "Pick your grudges with those more on your level..."

Kyo-Ohki rewphs in response to the cyborg as soon as she's picked back up and offers his chin a lick. <Why? I no like him. He smell funny.>

Rick Morgan siiighs quietly, carrying Kyo over to another terminal and plunking her on the top of it, as he turns and sinks into his chair. "Just...stay put."

Twila Peterson offers a small sigh. "Sorry," she mumbles to no one in particular, but grateful that Rick is taking care of her. "She's been uptight since these temperal shifts started...

Quinton Reed lies back down, going back to sleep.

Kyo-Ohki just blinks and then stares at Rick. Moments later she settles into grumping, resting her chin upon her front paws.
Kyo-Ohki .oO(Still think he smells funny...)Oo.

Rock walks back into the medical bay, tossing his helmet into an empty bed and dropping into a seat. "Twila, if you could make the checkup fast?"

Rick Morgan gives Kyo a look for a few moments, before settling back into his chair once again, sighing to himself as he twists his neck from side to side, as if trying to get the kinks out.

Twila Peterson picks up a scanner and gently runs it over the reploid as soon as she's beside his seat. "Depends on how your internals are I would think," she muses, more to him than to herself. "Take it the talk with Bass didn't go well..."
Twila Peterson takes out a medical scanner and scans Rock.

Rock says, "It went fine... it was very informatinve."
Rock looks across at Sigma, "Do you have your list of Maverciks compiled?"

Twila Peterson looks over the readings. Setting the scanner aside she obtains some tools on a nearby tray and guestures to the bed the two are currently beside. "I think it would better if you were laying down for this. Still have that hole in your side."

Rock nods softly; standing, he hops up into the bed. After a moment of thought, he phases away his armour.

Kyo-Ohki meanwhile obeys Rick and stays well put, although certainly not liking it.

Twila reaches for the apparent worst of the damage which, coincidentally, appears to be that side of his. She gently back torn synthetic skin and slices it within a manner so she can reach the delicate circuitry encased within his frame. "How have your diagnostics been holding?" she asks quietly, now looking at the wound, and already guessing how it's affecting some of his systems.
Before doing so however, Twila was mindful to neutralize the area to ward off the pain threshold the Hunter would otherwise feel.

"The diagnostics have been fine... my self-heal systems had some problems after Mirror Pegasus gave them the fire and ice treatment..." Rock says, raising his arms and crossing his hands under his head so Twila can get easier access to his damage.

Sigma comes out of his introspective meditation of sorts, looking over to Rock, "The list is ready, of course. Though, as I told you before, the list is short. I have the names of those who will have certainly avoided being swept up by the Kaiser in his fervor."

"I think I can understand why." Twila makes note that some of the delicate connections as well as a few of the neighboring crosslinks were severed from the strain of the increased temperatures. "Seems as if your self-repair net has suffered some damage and probably has been sending out some faulty signals during all this." Good thing for him his self-heal didn't turn on itself and start repairing what *didn't* need to be fixed. She splices some of the wires and links she finds with the use of the smaller tools, quieting herself for a few moments to allow herself the time needed to work. After those are done she leans over, reaching for a device on a nearby medical unit ad makes a connection. "Ok...almost..." She then punches in some commands into the device of the console to reset the proper frequency his system will need to be used.

ock nods across at Sigma, and then looks over to Twila. "Ah. No wonder I haven't felt so good..."

Twila Peterson smiles a little more at Rock upon turning off the device and proceeds to disconnect Rock from it. After doing some tweaking to the crosslinks she starts closing up the wound...and then prepares to graph on the synthetic skin...unless he would rather allow that to heal on his own as well. "That should help out dealing with your remaining repairs and adjustment. I would work on the cosmetics but he did say you didn't want me to keep you that long." There's somewhat of a distaste within her voice. She would rather keep him until he's fully repaired. But that's up to him as well. The other injuries aren't that serious anyway. Nothing his self-repair can't deal with in a couple of hours time. "Feeling better?"

Rock nods at Twila softly. "If I could have the list when you're ready, Sigma." Turning back to her, he says, "I need a little time. Go ahead and do the grafting of the skin. And yeah, I'm feeling better, thanks."

Sigma waits for the banter between Rock and Twila to settle down before standing up off his table, "Of course. Based on earlier contact, I believe Cyber Peacock has an inkling that I may still be alive and functional. Additional to him, you best bets would be to approach Vile, Bit and Byte. I am unaware as to the status of my Hunters or any of the other Mavericks. However, if any Mavericks still believe I was not obliterated, you would best be served by approaching any one of those four."

The supplies are right there which means Twila doesn't have to go very far to obtain what is needed. She pulls up a stool and, after setting the sensory segments back online she begins the grafting. The area of the ruined skin is larger than the internal injury, she notes. But it shouldn't take as long as the actual repairs. "Just rest yourself. Won't take long..." She falls silent as she overhears the Maverick and tends to her business. Although Sigma isn't close enough to notice, Rock would gather that the girl's hands are slightly trembling as she works.

Rock nods. "Cyber Peacock has already come to us, actually. I'll work on Vile, Bit and Byte..." He lies there and lets Twila work. "I am calling a Hunters meeting tonight; I'll let you know what we decide, and the outcome of my questions toward those three Mavericks you named to me, Sigma." Noting Twila's shakeiness, he lets his hand brush hers in a calming manner.
Sigma scowls slightly, holding his hands behind him, starting to walk around the Med Bay, "I am of little use just sitting here, X. By your having to relay everything to me, we lose time and effectiveness in planning our strategy. I would request that I join you in this meeting so that you do not need to play 'Middle Man' in all of this. I can interact directly with your other Hunters and we should be able to move things along."

Twila Peterson allows herself another smile. As the contact is made she pauses momentarily to carefully take his hand and offer a gently squeeze in response. She then lets go before getting herself to finish the portion of the skin that needs replacing. She soon as the synthetics as they should be. But it's going to take an hour or so before the liner edges of the new skin combine with that which is already present. "All, I think that about does it," she states as she lets down his shirt over the area.

Roll has by now lied down on her bed, feeling a bit sleepy, despite the amount of sleep she got last night. Lying on her side, she keeps an eye on her brother and Sigma talking, as well as a watch on Twila out of the corner of her eye. At this rate though, believe it or not, she's likely to fall asleep.

Rock ALMOST frowns, but nods at Sigma. "Alright... I trust you." .oO(I think)Oo. "I'll need a few minutes to organize the meeting..." He looks at Twila and smiles, "Thanks." His hand squeezes hers again, and he leans up, sliding his shirt back down. "I'll be down in about fifteen minutes, when I've gotten myself and everything organized..."

Twila Peterson leans forward a little.

Rock stands, and says, "Twila, if you can find Dad, Dr. Cossack and Dr. Cain, it'd be nice. I want them, and you, there as well." He notes her forward lean, and gives Twila a tight hug.

Twila Peterson snakes her arms around him as well, offering a warm embrace in return. "I'll get them there. No worries..." she promises, not caring if that grumpy ole Maverick on the other side of the room can see this or not. "Guess I'll see you up at the Command Center, then," she adds, offering another squeeze.

Rock nods. He breaks the embrace, and stands; with a nod to Sigma, he moves towards a terminal.

Twila Peterson preses her lips together as Rock takes his leave, praying that he'll be holding up through all of this, and proceeds to go about lightly cleaning up after herself before removing her smock and letting down her reddish tresses. After doing starts out towards the door. After a pause she glances towards Sigma...and then back to her cabbit. "I think I better put you back in the quarters. And no following this time," she gently scolds.

Kyo scampers off the terminal and bounds for the girl, and jumps within the safety of her arms. With a slight nod towards the Maverick she proceeds out into the hallway.

Roll rolls over onto her front, resting her head sideways on the pillow while still keeping an eye on Sigma from her position.

Sigma is pacing around the room when suddenly his radio crackles to life. He freezes into place, listening to this communication, a look of stunned surprise on his face, standing frozen in mid stride. He unclasps his hands and brings one of them up to his comm unit, speaking into it, but getting nothing but static.

Roll pushes herself up, getting into a sitting position. From where she remains on the bed she asks Sigma curiously, "What is it?"

Sigma takes his hand from his comm unit, looking frustrated now, "That was one of my Mavericks. I believe, from what he said, he projected that message randomly, believing I was destroyed. However, I am unable to return his communication."

Dr. Pavel Cossack walks in carrying his clipboard, expecting Rock. "Yes? You vanted to see me?"

Sigma's attention is turned to the doorway by a new voice, his gaze falling upon the countenance of one of the Doctors. Dr. Cossack, of course. Smiling almost grimly, he turns fully to face Dr. Cossack, "I am afraid that X is a little busy at the moment. However, he will be back shortly if you would care to wait for him."

Dr. Pavel Cossack body cringes. His eyes narrowing o splits as his voice narrows to a whisper. "You!" His body becoming tense as a coil as he tries to keep his emotions in check. His eyes full of hate and pain all brimming from the person who gave the evil apple to his firstborn.

Sigma looks steadily back at Cossack, his eyes narrowing as well. His lips compress to a thin line, as he utters, "Yes, me. Sigma." He lets that sink in for a moment, then lets Dr. Cossack notice that he isn't restrained in any way at the moment before continuing, "In case X hasn't informed you, we have a temporary truce. The Kaiser is on the loose, and I am combining my efforts with the Hunters to help destroy him."

Dr. Pavel Cossack says, "Since vhen have you honored truces between bots and humans! It's just not your style! Anyvay they vill never listen to me anyvay. Vho is this Kaiser?""

Roll walks up, coming to a stop just in front of Dr. Cossack. "Please, Dr. Cossack," she says to the mad scientist - no pun intended - she puts her hands on his shoulders to try calm him down, "We don't really have much choice at this time, and his weapon systems HAVE been deactivated." :: I hope, anyway. ::

Dr. Pavel Cossack hmms. "Ve vill see I suppose as he sits on the tradition doctor stool."

Sigma's eyes narrow slightly, "There is a greater threat than me out there, you buffoon. His name is Kaiser...short for Kaiser Sigma. He is the one your X has been ranting about for a week or two, apparently. He has come back to this time to claim his hold on the present. However, he's only ripping this reality apart instead."

Dr. Pavel Cossack says, "Vell. I'm surprised you haven't tried to use him for your advantage. Using him to conquer the vorld and then through your typical treachery stab him in the back!"

Sigma's eyes narrow even more, and he makes a bold step towards Cossack, starting to loose his cool composure, "What little you know of me, you insignificant speck, you could fit in a child's book. Don't you -dare- to presume you know what I have been trying to do. This is exactly the kind of thing I expect from your limited human ways of thinking!" He snarls, clenching his fists, and as the door opens, revealing Rock, his optics flare in bright blue anger, though he manages to reign himself in control, standing up to his full height once more, unclenching his hands.

Roll tries to block Dr. Cossack's view of Sigma to get him to concentrate on her. "Please, Dr. Cossack! Just let him be for now. We all need to work together if we're going to beat this...overgrown bun," she pleads with him, trying to get him to remain civil at least.

Rock nods. "Yes, please. I'll be calling the meeting in just a few minutes."

Dr. Pavel Cossack feels his hands slowly start to become fists. "Is that what you told my son, huh?! That his own Vater idn't love him! That you only knew vhat's best! Vell I'll show you vhat I know! I promise!" His body seething with anger.

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'All hunters, please gather in the command center. We're having a meeting in a few minutes, and I need everyone there.'.
(Ch. A []) Mirage transmits: 'way ahead of ya chief.'.

Rock puts a hand on Cossack's shoulder. "Calm... down."

Roll already has both her hands on Dr. Cossack's shoulders, and is standing right in front of him as she tries to snap him out of his mad scientist act.

Dr. Pavel Cossack eyes flash but his body loosens. "Vill novhere be safe for me?"

Rock says, "It will be... trust me... just calm down for now. We'll need EVERYONE's help for this."
Rock jerks a thumb to the door. "Everyone's waiting, I think. You ready, Sigma? You...won't be the most popular person there."