Megaman - Friday, March 03, 2000, 7:45 PM
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(Twila Peterson's viewpoint)

Command Center - Hunter HQ

Twila Peterson has seated herself at one of the terminals, trying to keep track of what's going on in regards to how the temporal shifting is affecting the earth on a global scale.

Michael Eildath walks in, looking drawn and tired.

Twila Peterson overhears the steps as a newcomer makes his arrival within the center. She throws Mike a half-hearted wave as she looks on his demeanor. "Hey, Mike," she greets in some concern. "Holding alright?"

Michael Eildath shakes his head. "Honestly? I feel about as good as I look." He takes a seat, pulling out his pistol and starting to strip it down. "I think I got an hour of sleep last night."

Twila Peterson frowns visibly. "With all that's been happening...and things coming to the hilt...don't suppose I'll be asking why."

Michael Eildath shakes his head. "Doesn't matter, I suppose. I'm just getting weary of having all of this on my shoulders."

Twila Peterson dips her chin in understanding. "It does begin wearing every now and then. But if we don't try and do our best...who will?"

Michael Eildath says, "I don't know, Twila. My world's falling apart around me and I feel useless. We've got Mavericks and Robot Masters as house guests, some moldy old demigods are gonna kill us if we @#$& up, and we're responsible for the fate of the universe." He starts to clean his gun, nearly subconsciously. "I don't remember clearly, but my life used to me a lot more simple."

Click. Step. Click. Step. Click. Step.
"...And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him..." Even as these words are uttered, the weary, elderly form of Dr. Cain slowly makes his way into the Command Chamber from the lift. He moves in silence, save for the click-step of his boots and cane, and takes a seat in the nearest chair. His form leans back, the old withered cane being held by one hand to the floor even still. His breath is released in a tired sigh and his voice rises so as to finish his murmuring, "...Was Death..." Eyes slowly closing, Dr. Cain merely sits there in silence -- An ominous sort indeed.

Twila rests her back against the surface of her seat. "All our lives used to be a lot more simple. Not as complex..." Her voice trails off as there's another addition to the room. After glancing over her shoulder she nods in silent greeting to the doctor. "Revelation. One of the 4 horses of the Apocalypse."

Michael Eildath breathes. "...and hell followed with him." He blinks. "Darn, that's a grim thing to think about now."

Dr. Edward Cain 's eyes open, focusing calmly upon the roof of the Command Center, "Grim though it may be, there may be little else to think of now, my dear -- dear friends. I fear for existence itself now, for the Kaiser, despite warnings, makes no move to leave. The rifts are...growing far, far worse." He sighs once more, a hand moving so as to stroke his beard slowly in thought. His head shakes slowly and he quickly apologizes, "Forgive me for my mood..."

Twila Peterson quietly sighs. "No need to apologize. I think it's something falling over the entire base. Although...from what I recall of Revelation, although solemn as it is was meant to encourage and not depress...considering the ending." She switches gazes from Michael to the Doctor and offers a semi-shrug. Hmmm...although it's best keep certain things in mind, also best to catalog others as well.

Michael Eildath smirks. "Try telling that to anyone who's never read all of it.

Dr. Edward Cain nods once toward Twila, "Indeed. And as I know the Hunters.." A slow, gentle smile begins to grow upon his face, "Then there shall surely be victory for us as well." Cain leans back slightly, allowing his tired eyes to focus once more upon the roof. Faith...
Hold to it, Cain...

"True," Twila concedes. "But how many listen to what the simply want to hear too?" She pauses within her answer and falls quiet as the good Doctor once again gives voice. "Kinda hard to maintain focus at times."

Michael Eildath nods. "Faith is about all I've got to hold on to. Everything else is all twisted and warped...even San Angeles is gone."

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'All Hunters, report to the command center. We're having a meeting.'

"About all any of us do. And sometimes dunno you have it...until it's all you got," Twila sounds, turning back to gaze at the images that race across her screen. "Hang in there, Mike. It's not over."

Dr. Edward Cain looks toward Michael and smiles a warm smile, "My dear Michael.. One has not lived as long as I, and not known these troubles before. Why, when Wily left us, I thought the very same as I do now. That the world was ending. We'll make it..." He pauses in silence, brows furrowing, then /clicks/ his cane onto the metallic floor to accent his point, "We /will/ make it.." Then, he grows quiet, watching the pair.

Michael Eildath nods. "It's just hard to keep the faith. It's doable, but I'm just so worn out from this."

Dischord just kinda blinks into the room, yawns, and just floats there in the air.

Rick Morgan enters the room from the rooftop runway itself, rag in hand as he wipes his hands off, then proceeds to pull those fingerless gloves back on once again at the same time.

Twila Peterson is seated looking towards her terminal as images idly fly on past on the screen. Upon the radioed announcement as well as the arrival of some of the other Hunters, she decreases the volume to where the emissions are barely even noticeable and turns towards the others...one of them being Rock himself. She then offers a small tilt of the head towards Mike in understanding and briefly leans towards him. She whispers: "All you can do is go to the Source of your faith...and ask for strength."

Dr. Edward Cain notices Twila's looks and turns slightly in his chair, "Ah. Welcome -- Welcome! My friends..." His smile grows at one particular sight, however, and he actually rises. A weary motion, but a meaningful one, "Rock.. Good to see you well amidst all of this turmoil." He shifts his posture so as to properly lean upon his cane.

Michael Eildath in return: "Maybe I should..."

Rock nods to Cain, "Good to see any of us well during all this..." He moves across the room and takes a seat. "We'll give the rest a few minutes to show."

Twila gently pats Mike's forearm and then looks about herself at all the new arrivals. No guess as to what this get together is about from her thoughts. Although, she is somewhat surprised a certain "guest" isn't here. It's not something she's begrudging however. And she's certainly not complaining. She can only guess what the reaction of the other Hunters would be if Sigma had shown himself at the faction meeting.

The young woman falls into her own musings as her hand is drawn back. "Only Hunters?" she questions."

Dr. Edward Cain nods slowly toward Rock, then retakes his seat. He keeps his cane held as if he were standing, though he now sits.

(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'Hmm. Would someone go and escort the Repliforce envoys I invited inside?'.

Twila Peterson blinks and looks behind her at one of the sensors.
"Uh...guess...I'll go..." And with that she heads to the lift...

<Soon...>

Donachi Business District - Neo Tokyo

Jet Stingray sighs, "Not really something you just, tag along for. But whatever...."

Swarm Hawk smirks faintly, "You're in charge here, Jet. I'm sure you'll just charm our way through, just like the Colonel expects of you. Right?" He places his hands on his hips for a time, before he changes into something more formal.

Twila Peterson hmms and exits out of the labs in a few short moments...taking in the sight of the gathering near the front door with a quick blink. "Um....needing in?"

Granite Griffin eyes Twila ...oO(Hey, she looks familiar.)Oo. Griff then looks over at Jet Stingray, and shrugs, "If ya want me to, I'll get lost."

Jet Stingray hmms, looking down at Twila, "Yeah....Colonel sent us since he's quite busy himself, I believe you hunters invited him?"

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'The gathering...right outside the door? Just for clarification...'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'Yeah; the Repliforce. And I think Cyber Peacock and Sigma as well...'.

Morph Doppelganger stands there, letting the one who was left in charge handle things.

Twila Peterson nods slowly in turn. "Yes...from what I'm told. She steps aside for the group for them to pass. "Straight on through the foyer to the lift. The place of the meeting is on the fourth floor."

Jet Stingray nods to Twila as the others assembled follow. "Fourth floor, got it....."

Twila Peterson watches as Rock himself comes to greet and usher in the arrivals as well. "Should...I head in then?" she questions.

Cyber Peacock walks through the streets, scanning the faces of those who go by as he makes his way towards Light Labs.

You whisper 'And...what of the ones in the Med Center?' to Rock.

Rock whispers: 'See if they're awake. If they are, have them go to the command center.'

Twila Peterson nods in return and enters on in after offering a mock salute. "Will do."

<Result?>

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Didn't notice anyone awake when I got there.'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'alright...'.

<Back in the Center...>

Command Center <Hunter HQ>
Monitors and computer consoles line the walls of this cavernous room. In the center of the room is a round computer with holographic display, its lights flashing busily as it processes information about mavericks, and their last known sittings. Computers along the walls are also occupied with an information-processing task. Technicians and other Maverick Hunters run about hastily, monitoring the computers, and making sure the information is as accurate as it can be. The whole air of this room exudes purpose and drive, and the hustle and bustle seems never-ending. On the south wall are two large bulletproof windows which gives you a view of the rooftop runway and Hangar Area. A large blast door in the middle of the two windows, giving easy access to the landing strip.

Twila Peterson steps off the grav lift to rejoin the others and reclaims her seat at one of the terminals rather quietly, taking in the sight of all those present.

Morph Doppelganger walks into the room, and nods. "I'm assuming the direness of this meeting will force me to be a bit more...public," she says, her voice shifting into a deeper baritone and the form of the human woman wavering until a Reploid stands before them. Crossing his large, black arms, the Reploid looks over towards the Hunters. "Morph Doppelganger... I...assumed the form of the General's secretary, in order to attend this meeting. Miss Carlyle is still at base, performing her duties. This seemed the best way for me to get here, since I perform my duties...a little clandestinely..."
The figure before you begins to waver and shift, light and electromagnetic fields lifting until... Morph Doppelganger stands revealed.

Dr. Edward Cain looks up slowly, nodding to those that arrive and, actually, rises so as to properly greet them, "Members of Repliforce, welcome to Maverick Hunter HQ." He does a sort of nodding bow, leaning upon his cane with both hands in a solid stance, "I do hope that your journey was pleasant."

Swarm Hawk's gaze sweeps over to Dr. Cain as he speaks. With a pleasant smile and nod, he allows the others to do the talking, moving to one side so that the area around the Grav Lift doesn't become crowded, as there are bound to be other visitors yet for this meeting of affiliates.

Magma Dragoon speaks from his perch upon the balcony, "Please... feel free to take a seat or stand. The meeting will commence as soon as all have arrived. Rock will open..."

Twila Peterson tilts her head to the left as she observes Morph's "quick change act" into his original form. She offers him a small nod as she settles, fully recognizing him within either form not. He *did* help save her life at one time after all. Actually, she had noticed "Venessa" among the Repliforce gathering as well while she was outside, although she was a tad distracted at the time. Her gaze shifts then to Dragoon as he speaks...and idly wonders how different the Hunters' meetings are held when compared to those within Repliforce.

Granite Griffin stands toward the back of the group of Repliforcers, but his greater size ensures that he remains quite visible. Energy crackles occasionally across his wrists, arms crossed. Wings wrapped 'round himself, he merely nods to those present, peering around in awe. Clearly an amateur. ;)

Twila Peterson takes notice of the Griffin as well...as if some of those present could really be missed. She idly ponders that she still has his emergency beacon that he gave her all those months ago.

Cyber Peacock floats up from the Grav Lift, arms crossed over chest.

Jet Stingray nods to Cain, "Thank you, the trip was brief and no trouble at all." He then turns towards Magma, "Yes...Once Rock arrives I'm sur---" He looks in the direction of who just entered.

Magma Dragoon stirs visibly...his tail whipping back and forth slowly.

Dr. Edward Cain slowly descends into his seat once more. He seems particularly tired tonight -- Perhaps it's just the mood, however. There's not, exactly, a thick air of happiness and glee about the Command Center.

Jet Stingray's eyes widen, he fights the sudden urge to arm his weapon in an event like this, though he quietly comments, "I believe the Colonel must have left out something."

Twila Peterson then turns to eye the recent arrival as he passes through the lift and blinks. She pushes her small frame into the seat but doesn't say anything. She's never met this character before but after looking him over, and remembering a file on him, she very well knows to where his loyalties lie. It's then she comments quietly, "We all have too much too lose."

Magma Dragoon notices the bit of agitation as some of the more recognizable Mavericks enter, "Do not worry... these Mavericks who will be attending tonight will be assisting us. They desire their real Sigma to return to power.... so obviously they have their own reasons. But for now... give them safe presence."
Morph Doppelganger looks over to the Mavericks as they enter and nods. "Cyber Peacock. Computer Specialist. Went Maverick around Repliforce's conception," he says, "Originally designed as a LAN specialist Reploid, not working as main communications for the Maverick forces. Or so intelligence says." His eye slits narrow at the Maverick a bit.

Cyber Peacock looks over to Morph Doppelganger with dead eyes. He nods slowly, looking around. "There is much at stake and we would all like to see our current problems taken care of. I'm many things. I'm not stupid. Do not fear me here. I am more than outclassed. I come," and here he'd grin, we're he the kind who would do so, "in peace."

Jet Stingray notices yet another Maverick come inside along with Rock . .oO(This just keeps getting better and better.)Oo.

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow as Rock returns, this time with another guest in tow. Well...gee. Too bad the Masters couldn't send anyone or else this would have been a real party...

Morph Doppelganger snorts a bit, black energy radiating from his eye slits, moving like a mist. "Well," the shapeshifter says, turning from the Maverick towards the entering Rock. "Was this suppose to be a dinner or something? I believe those were the Colonel's words. Or is this just a meeting?"

Jet Stingray looks tense still, his trigger is itching and diplomacy is not his forte', why the Colonel had placed him in charge of this is anyone's guess. Hopefully he won't make a total ass out of The Repliforce.

Granite Griffin eyes Cyber Peacock a moment, and then looks over toward the two entries. Mixed feelings run over him.

Bit takes his place next to Cyber, the Maverick contingent is complete. Bit glances around, taking in the sights, sounds and new faces without saying a word. He crosses his arms and waits for Rock to start speaking, ignoring the others for now.

Rock moves to the head of the table, and takes a seat. "If everyone'll have a seat, I'll explain this." He opens up a datapad and taps a few buttons, before continuing, "I've called this meeting, with the surprise appearance of these Mavericks, to discuss the threat of Kaiser Sigma to not only our world, but all realities."

Twila Peterson offers the nearby Hunter a glance, trying to see how he's fairing, and breathes a sigh. And he just stated before all this it was wearing on him? What about now? She leans towards him somewhat within a brief whisper/
You whisper 'Um...try not to faint. Floor's too hard. Believe me...I know.' to Michael Eildath.

Jet Stingray nods, taking a seat and motioning the other Repliforce members to sit nearby, if something does happen at least they can concentrate their firepower if they're close together.

Morph Doppelganger takes a seat at the table, folding his arms and looking sternly as the Hunter gets to speaking. He keeps silent, as the Maverick Hunter begins overstating the obvious.

Dischord sticks her head in through the door, and peers around for a moment- No, wait... it can't be Dischord, because Dischord's already in the room...

Twila Peterson turns towards Cain after letting the odd assemblage seep in.
You whisper 'I'm almost surprised the Masters didn't send someone.' to Dr. Edward Cain.

Dr. Edward Cain slowly looks to Twila, his eyes thoughtful. "Hmm.." He whispers back to her, a brow arching.
Dr. Edward Cain whispers: 'I could only speculate on whom they would have sent, my child ...'.

Zero hangs out on a ledge above the command center, half asleep, most likely unnoticed by anyone up until now. Dang he's smooth.

Morph Doppelganger is sitting at his table.... He stands and begins to shift to the corner. "Colonel," he salutes as he walks pass, offering the Reploid his seat. "The proceedings haven't started." The Repliforcer then moves to the back of the room and avoid being seen, something he's fairly good at.

Jet Stingray drums his fingers along the table, looking impatient and feeling quite out of place. He then looks towards the Colonel as he arrives. .oO( Thank god for small favors, I figured I'd have to do all the yammering for the Repliforce, this is definately his department.)Oo.

Since it looks like all our equal at this table, Bit really holds back from taking a seat. Although, it looks like it might be a long meeting, and jumping up in disgust looks a lot better if you're sitting down. He sits, finding a seat close to the Repliforce and far enough away from the humans.

Granite Griffin is sitting beside Jet Stingray, but stands as Colonel enters... mainly 'cause of these dang tiny chairs. He nods, "Colonel."

Suddenly...one section of the room begins to ripple like water, perhaps another distortion in space? No, the image is filled with static at first but it appears clear now. The individual takes shape, the lines now solid and unphased. There stands none other than the Repliforce XO...Colonel. He nods and smiles at Morph, moving forward silently to take a seat. His eyes drift and rest their gaze at Jet, who seems mighty relieved upon the sight of his arrival.

Twila gains a knowing look on her features.
You whisper 'Rock neglected to report it. Guess he was swamped. But...Bass washed up on the shore last night. He was repaired in our med---' to Dr. Edward Cain.

Cyber Peacock moves alongside Bit, hovering a few feet above the ground. After Bit has found his seat, Cyber Peacock floats a bit higher, becoming a rather prominent visual figure in the room.

Rhapsody spots what she's looking for, and enters the room completely, lifting a few inches off of the ground and floating over towards where Quire is. She pauses as she registers the spacial distortion caused by Colonel's teleport, before continuing again, peering around at all of the unusual people in the command center.

Jet Stingray nods quietly to Colonel, looking even more tense as one of the Maverick decides to take a seat close to his own, looking about ready to put a hole in him should he get any ideas about trying to spread his Virus to him.
Jet Stingray doesn't make eye contact with anyone at the moment.

Zero turns his head slightly as Colonel appears and snorts softly to himself, as if this meeting wasn't already filled with folk he don't like and just goes back to psuedo napping, he'll announce his presence when he feels like it.

Michael Eildath thinks dark thoughts about the Mavericks as he fades into the background, so to speak.

Twila Peterson's words trail off as she raises a hand to her head and then draws it back down to her lap with a sigh as she's seated by Michael as well as Dr. Cain at the terminal.

Dr. Edward Cain nods slightly to Twila. As it were, if something occurs in the Medbay, he tends to know about it somehow or other. About this time, he notices Colonel's arrival and rises, for hopefully the last time this night, to properly great the Repliforce XO. "Colonel, is it indeed an honor to have you with us tonight." He shifts slightly, far too drained from worry to stand properly for too long, despite having his cane. "I do hope that something may be done now.." It is at this time that Cain gives in to the weariness and lowers back to his seat.

Bit puts his elbow on the table, and rests his head within his palm. Waiting is turning to be his main occupation lately, and frankly he's tired of it.

Colonel responds to Cain with a smile. "Tis I who is honored my good Doctor Cain. Never in my activation have I seen this...variety in one assembly before." The Colonel pretends to wait patiently. Secretly, the soldier continues to casually look about the room, searching for that darn-good looking rebel they call Zero. His fists tighten at the thought of that Hunters irresponsibility, not present at such a crucial gathering.

Twila Peterson sits up a little straighter as Colonel is seen to by Cain. She was amazed at his size when she first saw him in person and remains just as amazed now...although, she's not as amazed as the General's size. Now "that" was something at any rate. "Guess...I shouldn't even bother asking how the weather's been," she mumbles to no one in particular.

Signal Shrike steps off the lift and just -blinks-.

Jet Stingray is tired of waiting too, he's so apprehensive it's almost impossible for him to hide it, while having little or no expression on his features, what goes on inside his mind is nowhere near calm and collective .oO(I will not arm my weapons, I will not arm my weapons, I will not shoot anything.)Oo.

Zero facepalms and suddenly leaps down from the ledge and snarls, "FRONT AND CENTER WOMAN!" he exclaims in the middle of everything, getting Dischord back for waking him up yesterday for nothing aside from feeling around some dark closet looking for some stupid door.

Zero then looks around at the others and flicks his hair back and smirks arrogantly, "Oh, hello folks."

Rhapsody crosses her arms and leans back against the doorjamb, waiting as patiently as she can for Quire to decide to show up. She remains blissfully unaware as Zero starts sending radio transmissions to Dischord, none of which reach her. She does notice the movement in the corner and frowns, watching the half-awake Dischord float towards a chair. "Hrm..."

Dr. Edward Cain comments idly, "Rather good, or so I am told..." toward Twila with a shift of his head and flash of smile. If no one else shall converse with the girl, he will be quite happy to. He arches a brow slowly, though, at Zero's outburst. "It may not be my place to speak," Cain begins, "...But there is hardly need for a spark to ignite the tension within the room." He taps his cane on the floor once, smiling good-naturedly toward Zero, "Try to keep calm tonight, Zero, if possible."

Dischord shouts, "WHAT THE ****!!!!!!" as she hears Zero screaming, bolting upright, and taking to the air, flying up at full tilt untill she hits the ceeling.

Twila openly facepalms with a small groan in response to a certain reploid's antics. "One way to get Dischord's attention..."

Cyber Peacock watches the proceedings and, once again, is justified in his choice of affiliation.

Jet Stingray 's optics narrow at Zero, his fingers clenching while leaning forward, giving him a look as if to say: **** you and the horse you came in on.

Zero chuckles loudly at Dischord's folly and looks over at Cain with a smile, "Ain't tryin to raise tension, Doc, just getting extracting some justice, the good ol fashioned way." He folds his arms and commences 'the lean' against a conveniently placed wall and continues to smile that winning smile of his, despite the gathering.

Bit chuckles darkly at Zero's behavior, something he's more likely to see out of his troops, not the XO of the Hunters. But you live and learn...

Signal Shrike scratches his head and walks into the command center, just shaking his head in confusion.

Dischord rubs her head as she just floats there, before peering at Zero, "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?!"

Granite Griffin stretches out his freakin' huge wings to their full span. Quite uncomfortable in the chair, Granite Griffin stands up, nudging Jet Stingray as he does so.. he whispers something to him. Griff then moves over somewhere behind Colonel and Jet's chairs, perhaps nearer to Morph. He again crosses his arms, perhaps with impatience this time.. energy crackling all over the bands on his forearms.

Zero shrugs and snaps his fingers, "Quiet down and get over here, I'll tell you later."

Granite Griffin whispers to Jet Stingray: '... will ... ... look ... ... gonna blow a fuse.'.

Rhapsody snickers loudly, trying to resist the urge to bust out laughing. She doubts Quire built Dischord with a reinforced skull, judging from the sound her hollow head made when it hit the ceiling. She shakes her head in disgust, and glances at the jeweled bracelet on her right wrist, as if checking the time.

Colonel grins, staring up at Zero from his seat. He stands as if to either respectfully greet Zero or just to face his nemesis. The Officer shakes his head while frowning. "Unbelievable...how you manage to stay alive with such undisciplined behavior is beyond me Zero. Once again, you prove to me of how incompetent a leader you are."

Dischord grumbles and floats over towards Zero, "That explanation better be a good one..."

Zero looks over at Colonel, and snorts. "Considering that's coming from someone who's troops failed to help save a power plant in Moscow from blowing up, where -I- saved a few of your own troops hides due to -my- leadership in a tight situation, I'll take it with a grain of salt."
Zero smirks, "Besides, we aren't here to bicker, 'sir'. So why don't you shut your yap and wait for Rock to do the talking."

Twila Peterson whoops to herself and glances over towards both reploids. Her brow furrows towards Colonel and she then pans a gaze to the nearby Zero. "Um...guys..." Twila begins nervously. "we're already facing Armageddon. Don't bring it on any sooner."

Signal Shrike's head swivels over towards Bit, his eyes narrowing after intercepting some radios.

Zero just continues to smirk as he leans over to whisper to Dischord.

Dischord whispers to Zero: '... the ... with you ... Officer ... ... ...'.

Zero whispers to Dischord: 'Just consider that payback for ... night.'.

Signal Shrike says aloud, directed to Bit and Peacock, "Maybe because it's not as smart as you both think you are."

Zero shrugs at Dischord and then replies to her whisper.
Zero whispers to Dischord: '... got ... ... I think.'.

Colonel snaps back almost immediately. "If you -WERE- half the man I was..." He settles down and regains control. Indeed, there was another reason for this meeting aside from quarreling. The Colonel takes a seat and silences himself.

Twila Peterson slumps back in her seat, noting some of this unraveling already. "We are definitely dead."

Dischord blinks at Zero, and chuckles, giving Colonel a quick glance.

Cyber Peacock seems to grin, though it's hard to tell with a beak. "Doubtfull. Perhaps luck is more on your side than it should be."

Michael Eildath shakes his head.

Zero looks over at Dischord after Colonel's last statement, "See? I told you so."

Dr. Edward Cain leans over to gently pat Twila, "Don't loose faith in them yet, child. Things will come around. When things are at their bleakest time, powers come together for the common good of all. History shows us this, and I expect no less here. Zero can be a formidable leader when he must, should Rock not make it back in time ..."

Zero lets a wide, -wide- smile creep across his features as he leans against the wall again.

Signal Shrike snorts at Peacock, wrapping his wings around him like someone else might cross their arms.

Dischord nodnodnods at Zero, before she bursts out laughing uncontrollably, "Bwahahahahahahaha!!!"

Colonel grits his teeth at Zero, a look in his eyes making it clear for the Hunter never to turn his back on this soldier.

Enker arrives with his master and the Dark Knight himself, leading the two, a human figure a bit taller than the both of him... He finds a female reploid standing in the door blocking his way, and given the apparent urgency of the situation, simply shoves her out of the way.

Michael Eildath rolls his eyes. .oO(Oh, no...)Oo.

Bit blinks lazily at Signal Shrike at a radio tranmsission, feeling that Cyber Peacock has answered that question accurately and promptly.

Dr. Edward Cain watches in silence, then bows his head, "Of course... I have been known to be wrong."

Jet Stingray whispers to Granite Griffin: 'Why ... you just ... ... ... ... ... ... enough to ... about ... having to ... ... all these scumbags ... ... soldiers ... ... ... mouth ... I ought ... ... ... ... right ...'.

Bit sits up, knowing that both Signal and Peacock picked up on that one. Uh oh...she couldn't have better timing.

Cyber Peacock sends a radio transmission to Mirror Pegasus.

Signal Shrike chuckles quietly.

Magma Dragoon casually listens to the various conversations going on about the room, he hears Jet Stingray and shoots him a glance that could stab through steel.

Granite Griffin whispers to Jet Stingray: 'And ... you ... would ... ... ... ... ...'.

Twila Peterson responds with, "That much I do know and understand. It's just---" It's then she gives a very long, very stunned silence before smacking her hand against her head as certain persons make their entrance. "The Masters did send someone. Alright folks...let the party begin..."

Jet Stingray whispers to Granite Griffin: '****... ... not ... here of all places. ... not ... ...'.

Zero kicks himself off the wall and raises his tone, "ENOUGH!" he roars, "Let's get some organization around here and some order. We've had enough fun and games and playing little schoolgirl whispering games. So shut your yaps and start listenin."
Zero pulls out his sabre and ignites it, with a resounding bzzt, to make sure everyone got that message.

Dr. Edward Cain looks up, his face paling slightly. Though the situation may be as it is, there is something about Bass' presence in a room that Cain hardly enjoys ... "And those times that I'm right, I fear." This he murmers, slowly settling back in his chair.

Jet Stingray arches a brow at Twila's comment, yeah...some party.

Rhapsody is still facing into the room, and not intentionally trying to keep anyone out, but it obviously doesn't matter to the Masters entering. She stumbles forward, nearly landing flat on her face from the shove from behind, and is back on her feet in an instant, glaring in the direction of Enker and co. "Hey!"

Jet Stingray stands up as Zero pulls out his sabre, staring right at him.

Granite Griffin is standing behind Colonel and Jet, who're seated at the meeting table.

Zero unignites it and frowns, "Oh would you sit down, Stingray, I haven't got time for your macho posturing right now, we've got bigger things at stake than our god damn ego's right about now."

Twila Peterson proceeds to move a hand through her reddish locks before patting the scientist's shoulder...trying to offer some encouragement even tho...um...some of her own spirits are defiantly somewhat slumped.

Signal Shrike makes his way over towards the computer console, keeping an eye on Cyber Peacock, and makes sure it's still encrypted.

Jet Stingray says, "You wanna put that away first?"

Dr. Wily steps past the shoved Reploid and steps into view, looking ever imposing. Anymore imposing, and he'd be wearing grey iron armor and an olive cloak. "What is THIS!?" he says, lifting his cane up in annoyance. "I thought you Hunters were actually SERIOUS!" The leader of the Masters seems quite perturbed. "The fate of this planet HANGS in the balance, and the dimwitted minions of Light are GALAVANTING!?" Wily seems quite displeased, if a bit...um...confrontational. "Where is Light!? Where is Rock!? There is much to discuss, or the world shall end!"

Michael Eildath tenses visibly as the human enters who is more or less directly responsible for the death of his parents. Dr. Wily... in the same room... and there's nothing he can do about it.

Bass trails in behind Wily himself, clad in his armored form, which has seen a fair amount of extra repairs since his -last- time here. Which wasn't under the most favorable circumstances. He gives no indication of suffering any side effects from his battle last night of course. Not that he would show it that is. He simply slides his glance across the room, noting everyone else present with...a neutral tone surprisingly. It's then that he glances sideways to Wily, and simply rolls his eyes.

Flash Rabbit, who came with the General of Repliforce says, "Just to make sure, the evil Mavericks and Robot Masters are /supposed/ to be here, right?"

Jet Stingray looks even more annoyed once he sees Flash is here as well, shaking his head.

"Sit down and shut up, human." Bit rises out of his chair, "If we have time for these Hunters, you should too."

Zero's eyes flare a bright red as he slams his fist into a table, roaring at the top of his lungs, "SILENCE! ALL OF YOU!" His body heaves as he begins to lose his temper, very quickly, "Everyone, sit down, and enjoy a nice tall glass of shut the **** up. We're going to have this meeting, and we're going to do it right, wgether or not Light or Rock are here. Hopefully one of them will show up soon, but until then, I'm runnin the show. And if you don't like it, go on outside and wait for the end of the world to kick you in the aft. I sure as heck ain't gonna sit here and listen to you people bicker and spout off unpleasantness for the rest of the night while we try and get something done about this situation." (Editor: Edited version of Zero's announcement) :)

Jet Stingray turns towards Flash, "Shut your mouth you blasted fluff for brains! This is a diplomatic meeting."

Granite Griffin takes a step backward as more and more seem to pour into the room. He tires to keep everyone in his field of view, barely even knowing who to trust, here.
Flash Rabbit blinks and shuts his mouth, his nose quivering as he fights back some tears. .oO(How come everyone is yelling at me all the time?)Oo.

Cyber Peacock looks to Bass. "I don't recommend that."

Twila Peterson makes it a point to jump within her seat at the continued shouting before slumping within her chair, silently wishing that one of these days Zero would gain a cleaner mouth. Although, truthfully, language is the least of the worries right now.

Protoman just takes up a position against unoccupied wall. He looks at the circus and just smirks. Typical.

Dr. Edward Cain slowly rises to his feet, "...Dr. Albert Wily..." He says in a soft, yet calm tone. He takes a deep breath, nodding once to himself and focusing upon the doctor. He hardly has time to even begin speaking before Zero's words catch him. His eyes drift closed and he slowly retakes his seat.
Tension... Too much tension for this. Where is Rock? Zero hardly has the patience to lead a meeting. "Twila.." He murmurs, "Pray for us now that we survive this very meeting..."

Bass is...surprisingly quiet as it is right now. In fact, he hasn't said a -word- yet as he entered the room, crossing his arms as he leans against the wall, seemingly ignoring everyone and everything for the moment. Isn't it eerie...?

Cyber Peacock looks to Zero and, with an odd glint in his eye, raises a clawed hand as a school student would. He then waits.

Rhapsody cringes slightly at all the yelling the blonde guy is doing, and edges closer to the wall, staying off to the side and away from everyone else, obviously uncomfortable in a crowd of this size.

Enker scans over the gathering of Wily's sworn enemies to which that now attend, traitors and foolish peddlers of propoganda all around... But if Wily has decided that a truce with these foul beings is a good idea, than a good idea it must be. Enker simply crosses his arms for the moment and steps to the side, allowing his Master to rant and rave as he so enjoys. The Master third in command for now simply crosses his arms and takes Ballade's place as silent body, much to his surprise the same thing Bass is doing at the moment.

The rumbling of the ground heralds General's arrival as he comes onto the scene...frowning at the chaos that is occurring. "SILENCE!" he thunders as he hears both Jet Stingray's outburst, coupled with Zero's beforehand and everything else that is going on. His rumbling bass voice thunders louder then all others by virtue of size and girth alone, let alone the sheer power he holds within his frame. When General speaks...folks need to listen. When he yells, they better shut up. "There is absolutely NO time for this foolish bickering. Regardless of your rank and who you THINK you are, with the weight of the planet's survival in the balance the time for petty rivalries and smart aleck comments. Is. Over. Enough." He glances around and then rumbles, "Where are the faction leaders. Present yourselves that we may get this under way."

Michael Eildath just sits there, eyes clenched shut in a wave of agony. Of all of his life's experiences...nothing has been like this...nothing.

Twila Peterson catches the Cain's plea and nods. Actually, she was doing so long before the meeting started.

Duo appears in the back of the room, looking somewhat haggard. Falling silent, apparently he's taken notice to the congregation and merely intends on observing.

Dr. Wily walks completely into the room as Light appears. He instantly stiffens, and his wizened, black heart pumps blood just a tad bit faster. He steps up towards Light, smacking Flash Rabbit aside...gently...THIS time, and stepping towards his old nemesis. The doctor stares at the man, practically his mirror image, in some twisted, Freudian manner. The words are hard lumps in his throat, and after a moment, he looks at his age old enemy. "Light," he growls, the words forcing themselves past his teeth, but hold no compassion, no friendship. His mustache quivers in hidden rage, and finally he manages to continue. "It has been a long time indeed." The doctor narrows his eyes as he finishes his sentence. "A very long time indeed..."

The Grav lift doors slide open with a hiss revealing Dr. Thomas Light. Walking off calmly from the lift, using his cane to walk, even though its more of decoration than anything else. His usually jovial face looking a bit serious for once as he surveys the crowd.

Bass slides his glare sideways just a bit, eyeing Flash Rabbit carefully. Though he makes no motions, or no words to the reploid...he just glares, eyes narrowing ever so slightly to just bare slits. Still he doesn't move...though Flash Rabbit is suddenly treated to a rather intent...and deadly glare.

Protoman glances over as some...thing...appears next to him. He doesn't know it's the most powerful being in the universe. Nor does he really care.

Bit settles back into chair, but he's slightly closer to Cyber Peacock. Wily doesn't really matter, but whining humans have always managed to irritate him. His eyebrows raise slightly as Cyber keeps a tap on the radio. Bit wants to know what's on the radio, so he leans over to whisper to Cyber.

Bit whispers to Cyber Peacock: '... would ... to keep abreast to those ... that ... ... not ...'.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'It ... be so. ... Signal. Anything ... Hunter can do ... ... as well.'.

Zero looks over as Light arrives, "Ask and ye shall receive, bring some order to all of this Doc, they just aren't gonna listen to me." He says this with a slight sigh, as he walks back over to his wall, casting a gaze over at Duo and shrugs, he ain't all that surprised.

Protoman whispers to Duo: '... ... you've ... ... cigarette? These ... ... ... aft twitch.'.

Rock walks back in from wherever it was he had to temporarily leave to.

Dr. Thomas Light nods solemnly to Wily, resting his hands one atop the other on his cane in front of him, "Hello Wily. it has been quite a while." he says in a fairly calm and friendly voice. He moves further into the room and nods to Zero before glancing around the room nodding to the various people in the room in greeting. He speaks up a bit so that the others in the room can hear him. His voice firm but not overbearing, "Now...everyone quiet. This yelling will accomplish nothing. We all know why we are here... we are looking for ways to deal with this, not to bicker."

Rock settles into his seat, opening the datapad again. "Now... where were we?" He pans his sapphire eyes across the gathered, and the new faces.

Dr. Wily fehs and takes his seat at the OPPOSITE end of the table, away from Light and his pathetic tinker toy of a blue Bomber. He beckons Bass and Enker to join him on opposing sides and waits for the fools before him to silence. HE after all, is the master mind behind all this, and if they want him to spill his guts on what exactly is going on, well...they might as well show the proper respect, for Wily shall not put up with these pygmie pea-brains.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Um....good luck?'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'Thanks.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'And...I'll be praying throughout this whole thing that Armageddon doesn't break out before we're ready.'.

ass moves as directed for now, pausing to glance at the table, before easing himself into place on Wily's right side, then folding his hands in front of him on the tabletop itself.

Michael Eildath sits in the back with his eyes closed, trying not to overreact.
Rock slaps the table; neglecting to bring a gavel, he says. "Alright. I've called this meeting to discuss the threat of Kaiser Sigma and the alt-u'ers to not only our people, but all realities. If you need to speak, pass me a little note and I'll allow you a moment to speak." He look s to the gathered, quietly, waiting on acknowledgment.

Rhapsody glances sidelong at the exact spot Duo appears in, noticing the slight subspace disruption as the Stardroid materializes. She stares at him curiously, her gaze lingering on his odd form and studying it without any glimmer of recognition in her eyes at all. She's never seen him or any other Stardroid before, and doesn't even know what a Stardroid is, so there's no underlying tone of fear or hatred in her gaze, unlike that of some other occupants of the room. She breaks off her examination to glance at the bracelet on her wrist, frowning slightly and tapping one of the gems on it thoughtfully as it begins to glow. She then pans her gaze around the room again, watching for a sudden arrival...
Jet Stingray nods slowly, now that he's had some time to calm down ( even though he'll need a lot more time to do so at the local watering hole ).

Colonel remains seated beside the behemoth, General. Silent.

Enker follows with his eyes as Bass takes a seat, and then brings himself over to the other side of Wily and lowers himself down, resting his arms and clasped hands in his lap.

Rock ahems, seeing as no one has any objections. "First off... Mavericks, Robot Masters... uh... welcome." He flip through a folder, then states, "Um... two of our guests could not be here tonight, as they are still resting in medbay." He looks up, "The first order of business is HOW things happened to get the alternate universe people here." Here, he glances down the table, focusing on Doc Wily.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: '... to ... yourself ... Robot ... ...'.

Bit whispers to Cyber Peacock: '... ... ...'.

Duet slowly and silently appears near Duo, watching.

Blues steps off the grav lift and finds a place against the wall. .oO( Let's see so many that I would love to kill. I knew I should have brought a tac-nuke)Oo.

You whisper 'Hang in...ok?' to Michael Eildath.

Michael Eildath whispers: 'I'm... I'm trying...but it's him. Dr. Wily...here...and I can't do anything about it.'.

You whisper 'I know. If anything...just focus yourself on something, just long enough so you can try to deal with this afterwards.' to Michael Eildath.

Duo casts a slight gaze at Protoman over his early comment and then turns to look at Duet and smiles at her faintly as he turns his attention back to Rock in silence.

Rhapsody frowns at Duet's appearance, and sighs in exasperation, having mistaken her arrival for someone else's. She glances at her bracelet, the glowing gem now extinguished, and mutters, resorting to something she really didn't want to have to do...

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'Apparently ... Eildath has a past with ... He's ... ... by ...'.

(Ch. B [None]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Mike, might want to ixnay on the history. The Mavs are taking notes.'.
(Ch. B [GoodGuy-Central]) Michael Eildath transmits: 'I... I heard.'.
(Ch. B [CoCMav]) Cyber Peacock transmits: 'You're spoiling my fun, Shrike.'.

Michael Eildath nods.

Dischord blinks at her radio, and looks aeound, a little suprised, before responding. She and Rhapasdy go about radioing one another throughout the whole meeting.

Twila Peterson overhears her own radio and just...facepalms...

(Ch. B [None]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Sorry, next time I'll try to make it more fun. Like shoving a bomb up your beak.'.

You whisper 'Definately time for a new radio frequency.' to Michael Eildath.

(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'Shut yer yaps, folks, the boss is talking.'.

Cyber Peacock smiles to Sigal Shrike with sadistic glee.

(Ch. B []) Zero transmits: 'And wipe that smile off your beak, Maverick, before I do it for you.'.

Zero casts a glance at Peacock, reinforcing his comment.

Rock overhears chunks of the mini-conversations and waits on Wily to speak.

Cyber Peacock turns his smile to Zero, not losing an ounce of intensity.

Bit nods at Rock, knowing that somewhere...hell has frozen over. And with the way things are now, it's most likely in this dimension.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'Signal Shrike as well as others ... ... ... ... as ... ... I ... both physical and radio ... They ... ... ... ... ... ... with my ... ... ... ... things. The tension ... ... room ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... could go sour easily. ... unable ... ... control ... ... ... ... we ... ... cool heads ... ... It ... not be ... Maverick who ruins this opportunity for ... ... ...'.

Jet Stingray is probably thinking the same thing. There won't be enough to drink in any bar that would calm his nerves tonight after this ordeal.

Dr. Wily stands, smiling. His mustache curls like the Grinch's hair as he does so and looks at Rock. "You foolish, naive, fool!" Wily laughs as he gets going. Someone cue the 'Tirade' sign! "If you think I am not going to take credit for this BRILLIANT plan, then you are more stupid than your creator!" Wily brings his cane up and points it at Light. "I brought them all here!" Wily laughs, and laughs for a few moments, then stops. "Yes, it was I, the genius Wily that brought them here..." Wily pulls out a little hand-held thing and brings up some diagrams on the holo. "Utilizing the teleporters in San Angeles, I had originally meant to scatter the atoms of anyone using them...but instead ANOTHER idea occurred to me! I could tap into the alternate realities! And by bringing a horde of my most vicious Robot Masters from other dimensions, I could CONQUER THE PLANET!" Wily leaps into the table and brings up his fist, posing. "But instead, I tapped into a universe where the Mavericks ruled, bringing over X, the future Vile and Iris...and unfortunately, the at little moron, your past self, Mega Man!" Wily points his cane at Rock. "But I was NOT to be deterred! Utilizing my same formulae, I recreated my experiment, bringing over Strong Quint,(much better than Wimpy Quint), and Protoman!" Wily points his cane over to Protoman. "Of course, I had not considered the possible effects on the space-time continuum, which has caused such rather adverse effects as of late. Obviously, Viris and Vile managed to recreate my technology to bring their beloved Kaiser over here.... But he shall be defeated, as all who oppose Wily! BWAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAhAHAHAHAHAHA!" Wily places his hands on his hips and begins to laugh, right in the center of the table, looking quite...well...nutty.

Bit whispers to Cyber Peacock: 'It ... ... ... ... we ... know.'.
Enker remembers a request from one of the Masters, and pulls from his suit pocket a small Search Snake, leaving it in his lap to just listen for now.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Did he always laugh like that?'.

Bass outright facepalms right then for a few seconds at Wily's laughing, though it's momentary at best, until he leans back in his seat once more.

Blues speaks one eliquent phrase, "**Hey Wily...Shove it.**" (Translated from German)

Protoman chuckles from his corner. Although at Wily or Blues, who knows?

Twila Peterson shoots a look of disgust towards the mad scientist and fights the urge to roll her eyes. She glances over towards Michael in sympathy before turning away again.

Rock coughs lightly... "I see... almost all of your facts are right, though I have a question. How did you bring Viris and Vile when they came through Repliforce's teleporters? According to all the gathered information, and i was present, they had the technology to do it themselves, to hunt down X." He looks at Dr. Light, and opens a piece of paper. "Da... er... Dr. Light wishes to respond."

Dr. Wily blinks. "I am not at privilege to divulge that information," he says, and walks back to his seat, plopping into it next to Bass and taking out his pipe.

Twila Peterson .oO(In other words...he has noooo idea...)Oo.

Dr. Wily .oO (SILENCE WOMAN!)Oo.

[OOC] Dr. Wily grins. ;>

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'It ... appear ... ... ... lacks both ... ... ... Useful ... ...'.

Signal Shrike rolls his eyes at Cyber.

Dr. Thomas Light waits calmly through Wily's little tirade. He speaks up calmly as the moves to take a seat at the table, "Dr Wily.. so you're the one who brought them all here. I realized that it dealt with the transporters.. but it seems that this little experiment of yours has gone beyond even your control. As demonstrated by the attack on Robotropolis. They aren't going to stop there and for once I ask that you share your procedure with us or these time distortions will keep happening and if Kaiser doesn't destroy us, the distortions will."

Bit dutifully ignores Signal Shrike, keeping his thoughts on the meeting.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'It would appear that Rhapsody ... Dischord ... experience with temporal technology. ... may ... a key in ... whole thing.'.
Cyber Peacock hovers near Bit, his beak dipped down towards his ear. He whispers at infrequent intervals.

Signal Shrike has an overwhelming urge to deck Cyber Peacock.

Duo takes a step forward, his large fist clenched as he raises his tone to address the congregation. His tone, despite being raised, still holds a level of calmness and tranquillity as he begins to speak. "Indeed, now that the Corrupter has finished his little tirade and the Creator has spoken, let me speak onto you about the true severity of this situation. As I have to the Chosen One and the Guardian." He folds his arms. "The longer the Visitors remain, the more strained and frayed the strings that tie realty together become." His body heaves a tad, "And as such, this phenomenon has not only weakened my power, as well as the Stardroids, but has also increased the temporal fluctuations in realty, creating rifts in time and space. This cannot be allowed to continued." He bows his head for a moment in silence, "Fate has whispered the answer into my ear, despite what you think, the Dark Lord is not your greatest fear, rather, it is his presence, as well as the others that is. Only through your combined strength shall this be undone, and only through full cooperation, can that which has been set into motion, be set back." He then takes a step back and folds his arms, "Destiny is not infallible, but once the path is chosen, turning around is not easy. So lay down your differences, no matter how severe or trivial, and listen to each other this night, for this shall be the last night of true tranquillity you shall have if you do otherwise." He then looks over to Duet for a moment, before adding one last bit, "We cannot aid you, aside from that which we are capable of telling you. I admit, I have grown quite attached to this world, and it's inhabitants, but the fact remains, the continued existence of those who do not belong here, must be stopped, even if it means the total annihilation of your planet." With that, he falls silent, and returns to merely observing in silence.

Rhapsody clenches her fists and grits her teeth, glaring daggers at Dischord from all the way across the room as she sends another transmission back.

Bit whispers to Cyber Peacock: '... to be ... ...'.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'Doubtful ... ... ... ... ... use ... ... ... experience. Either now or in ... ...'.

Rock blinks at Duo, then opens a piece of paper. "Duo's right. We all have to work together to get them back." He reads the paper, "Um... Wily wants to speak again."

Jet Stingray winces, having heard that again from Duo, he places his hand on his forehead, sighing to himself.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: '... is ... about Kaiser. Snake ... ... ... ... a situation ... ... I am ... ... specifics.'.

Twila Peterson widens her eyes considerably, but thought nothing other. Still, the meeting being held the way it is, it almost more of a community work day rather than "countdown to the apocalypse".
Twila Peterson .oO(Stardroid...this *is* a real party...)Oo.

Signal Shrike winces at Rhapsody and Dischord. What they don't know is that the Mavericks are just eating their argument up.

Search Snake simply lies curled up in Enker's lap, its gaze switching to whoever the speaker of the moment is.

Enker has little or no reaction to the Stardroid, not caring a bit for decrees of any but Wily himself. However they seem to have a common goal at the moment and so his wishes shall be honored.

Michael Eildath just stares at the Stardroid, wondering how he can make it sound so easy, as though any of us wanted to throw down our differences... if some of us even /can./

Dr. Wily stands back up the table and points his cane at Light. "YOU THINK /I/, THE BRILLIANT DOCTOR ALBERT WILY, THE FINEST CYBERNETICIST OF ALL TIME, NEEDS THE HELP OF A PEA-BRAINED MENTAL PYGMIE SUCH AS YOU, LIGHT!?" Wily begins to strut around the table. "MY ARMY IS THE FINEST ON THE PLANET! MY MASTERS, THE BEST WARRIORS!" Wily continues his tirade, ignoring the Stardroid's speaking all together and continuing onward in his speech. "My WilyDragon, my most feared super-weapon, and the sheer MIGHT of MAGNA-BASS can take out entire armies! It can certainly handle a pitiful wretch as the Kaiser Sigma! I DO NOT NEED YOUR HELP!" Wily points his cane at Light and then Rock, "And you both shall /RUE/ the day you insinuated that! Wily needs not the help of mere mortals such as you!" Wily fehs and continues going on, taking his seat and puffing on his pipe. "Unfortunately, performing such acts shall provide much damage to Robotropolis... The city itself is reparable...but her people are not." Wily begins to get teary-eyed. "Of course, I care for each of my citizens. Each man, woman, child and itty-bitty baby with the cute little brown eyes..." Wily seems to be raking in the sympathy now. Whee! He then looks back over towards the others, Rock, Light and General. "And so, this is what brings me to the crux point." Wily folds his arms. "Despite my massive army, they cannot fight the Mavericks that are with this so-called Kaiser and save the people of Robotropolis. So...I am asking for the assistance of Repliforce, the Mavericks still loyal to Sigma, and the Hunters in taking on Kaiser Sigma and evacuating the city. I shall, of course, share full details with each faction, so that they may help in /any/ way they can. Of course, only after swearing that they are willing to help!" Wily puffs a large cloud of smoke across the table and looks back and forth to each representative of the faction. "Well?" Wily, the craftiest man alive. Hiding the fact he actually needs help, with supposed care for his fellow man.

Understandably...a few more radio transmissions commence...this time to Wily from various individuals.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: '... ... ... another reason ... the ... of the Robot Masters. One that ... is rather ... ... what ... he not ... ... Protoman seems to ... ... ...'.

Twila Peterson narrows her eyes at Wily, feeling sorely tempted to radio him a taunt right about now, But what did someone just say about working together? She's fully sympathizing with Mike about now. Gun, arrow, coffee anyone?

Michael Eildath clenches his fists together, trying to keep himself calm. .oO(Must stay focused. I can't do anything... but he keeps pushing.)Oo.

Enker whispers to Dr. Wily: 'Are ... ... ... ... trust ... mavericks? Any ... ... loyal ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Kaiser's ...'.

Rock coughs yet again. "And I've seen Bass' wounds after fighting Kaiser Sigma. He'd be dead right now if Twila and I hadn't found him washed up on the beach last night and brought him back to be repaired." He looks up, however, "But you have a point... the damage from a battle as big as what's bound to happen will require evacuation of the city. We got a majority of people out in Kaiser Sigma's first attack; now's the time to get the rest." He blithely ignores the self-indulgent portions of Wily's rant, and he hmms.

Bass's hand clenches into a tight fist as Rock mentions -that- conflict. He glares for a few seconds, before finally seeming to relax once again. No, he's not going to be one of those that causes the strife -this- time. A sense of calm comes over the Dark Knight once more thusly.

Quire arrives in the room, just as Duo finishes speaking. Her small arms are crossed across her chest as she looks upon the Stardroid and his eloquent if vague prophecy and advice. As he finishes and Wily rants some more, she silently wonders why this man's skull remains un-bashed. Once he finishes, she steps forward, "Looks like the gangs all here, good. I've come to announce that you all have been saved by the most fantastic mind in the universe.." Quire pauses and looks at Dischord, "Sit up straight, you look like a bum." She scolds before turning back to the grouping, "Ahem, anyway, I was saying that your problems have all been solved. Now listen up troops, and try to keep your ears open because I am going to use some big words." The diminutive scientist removes a remote control from her quote and clicks it. Before her the air shimmers. A rather large device crashes to the ground. It looks like a small, teal cannon attached some weird generator. The generator itself resembles a miniature version of the machine from Contact, a series of revolving rings within rings. "By modifying currently existing time stopper technology I have managed to create this machine, my temporal hiccuper. This device should, in theory, return a temporally displaced object to its time of origin." Quire removes a can of soda from her vest and places it in front of the cannon. She then takes out a small device and zaps it with a weird green light. It blinks and reappears about five feet away, "This can is now temporally displaced. It is exactly five minutes and four and nine inches out of sync with our time and space. Now my device should return it to our time of origin.." Quire taps the control panel of the device and the rings begin to revolve faster and faster, faster and faster.. until.. nothing happens. Zip. Nada. "The problem is generating enough power to fuel the device.." Quire places a hand on her chin and ponders for a moment, before looking to Rock, "Hey you, little blue-guy of justice, get over here.. I might have an idea."

Rock presses his thumb to his chest. "Me?" Standing, he walks toward Quire; he's keeping in mind who's next, but wants to see what Quire's up to. It'll be a couple poses. Stopping next to her, he looks down at the little device. "Okay. I'm here. What's up?"

Quire takes out a magnifying glass and runs it over Rock's buster. "Hmmm, aha, yup, it'll do. Okay, here's what I want you to do. Charge up that cannon of yours and fire it into the center of the generator. The hiccuper should convert the energy into a sort of macro-power source.. in theory." oO(And if I'm wrong there'll be a big boom, but honestly how many times am I wrong.. when it counts.. when I'm actually pretty certain. Never, good. This'll be fine.)Oo. Quire walks to the control panel and taps the ignition switch. The rings swirl faster and faster, faster and faster. A small vortex appears in the center. Quire looks back at Rock, "Fire now!" she promptly shields her head with her hands.

Dr. Thomas Light sits back in his chair and watches Quire with avid interest.

Rhapsody falls silent at that last radio message she got from Dischord, and turns away from her pointedly, shifting her gaze towards Quire and watching the goings-on with concern, lifting her right hand as the gems on her bracelet begin to glow faintly.

Rock shifts into his Megaman armour; left hand retracting into his forearm, Buster formed, the end begins to glow with a pool of blue energy. "Um... I suggest you back away from the device everyone." He's quite sure that he'll blow the table in half, but, c'est la vie. And, at the final hum of charge, he fires into the spinning area of the device.

Cyber Peacock whispers to Bit: 'Wiley has apparently ... his radio policy ... late.'.

Bass watches with silent observation as the 'experiment' is sent underway, his fingers gently drumming on the tabletop itself. He isn't worried about flying shrapnel...he's in armor afte rall. And on the other side of the table.

Dr. Wily just taps his fingers. His offer stands. That is all.

Twila Peterson moves to gently pat Michael on the back before crossing her arms over her chest while directing her focus back towards the "experiment".

Enker's hearing isn't all that terrible either, being an android, and he stores away a rough guess of what Cyber Peacock now knows... Deciding not to send such things over the airwaves however, for obvious reasons.

Michael Eildath smiles weakly. He's having an obvious hard time, but he's managing. Good thing he doesn't have a stress ball, though, or there'd be stress ball filler all over the room.

The blast connects with the center of the generator, and the spinning rings glow in an expanding vortex of light. The light seems to channel into the cannon itself, which fires a small, thin beam directly into the cannon. An incredibly bright flash ensues, almost blinding. When it clears, the can has move.. exactly one foot back towards its original place. Quire looks crestfallen, "Damn it, its not enough. Only partial restoration, and that's not taking into account the mass and power of the actual objects that will need to be sent back to there own time.. this.. isn't good." Quire flicks the off switch of the machine.

Rock looks up, "Hrm. What about if I'd merged into Hyper X, or... if there were multiple Busters and other blasts going into it?" He glances back, "Bit, yer next."

Search Snake gives a pointed yawn, and looks around the room, its tounge flickering in and out.

Dr. Thomas Light just taps his chin idly, studying the tiny generator with interest. oO(Well if you add another energy channeling port.. alter the ratio of...)Oo

Bit has heard most of what Duo has said from varied sources. Threat to reality et all. Wily begins his maddened yammering, but Bit manages to filter Wily's plead for help. One of the advantages of being a people person.

After Rock says his part, Bit's gaze flicks to Bass for an instant wondering why Bass would go all out against Kaiser, just a test or did he think he would really win? Cyber Peacock fills Bit in again with all the radio noise. Suddenly interested, he slides a paper towards Rock and waits for his turn. A turn that takes so long to begin. He puts both his elbows on the table and crosses his fingers in a bridge, His eyes now shadowed, it's virtually impossible to see what kind of mood Bit is in. Quire's demonstration doesn't put much hope into his black heart. "This is to be our means of sending Kaiser and his cronies back to their own place? I do hope that this device will be ready." He raises his eyes over his hands for a moment, as he addresses the whole crowd."Kaiser won't go back willingly by any means. Bross has fought Kaiser and lost, Bass has fought Kaiser and lost. Who cares to be next?"

Twila Peterson idly wonders why the Doctors couldn't converse and simply try and reverse what Wily himself had done. But...far be it from her to be a scientist. She merely keeps an eye on Michael as she listens to the others.

Enker decides that he might as well say a few words now or forever hold his peace, and he chooses the former, taking a small piece of paper from his suit and scribbling on it before passing it down.

Search Snake moves out the way, disturbed from its present position by Enker's movement. Making its way up his arm, it wraps itself around his neck like a loose green necklace.

Protoman speaks from his shadowed position against the wall. His voice is surprisingly clear and easy to hear. He doesn't often speak in a crowd, but obvious is capable of it. "On behalf of 'those alt-universe people' running around here, screw you all. This isn't just about your faction, your city, or your little corner of the universe. There are billions of other people in my world that are counting on us finding a solution. Even the Mavericks from Kaiser Sigma's world don't deserve to all die because you all can't decide who gets to play with what toys. Get over yourselves. Stop bickering like children and /grow up./ And yes, Bass got clobbered...and yes, the Mavericks' little toy bully got clobbered. And yes, I even saw that big dragon of the old man's get clobbered. What this means is that it's going to take more than you schmucks just pretending to work together, then backstab first chance you get." His visited gaze slides across all those in the room, even the Stardroids, who he doesn't give a damn about, omnipotent or not. "I'm not here because I care about your little wars. I don't even care if my 'family' here survives. All I care about is getting home. And as long as that depends on taking out Kaiser Sigma, I'm going to try. But don't -any- of you forget for a moment that there's a hell of a lot more at stake than your little egos." He steps back against the wall.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Protoman: "Don't doubt you. But, you...made it sound like the backstab already happened."

Protoman sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Don't doubt it. Do -you- trust Wily or Sigma?"

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Protoman: "That rhetorical? Course not."

Michael Eildath receives a radio transmission from Snake Man.
Michael Eildath gasps as he gets a radio transmission, and shudders visibly.

(Ch. B [None]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Dont let him get to you, Mike'.
(Ch. B []) Rock transmits: 'You do realize they can HEAR this channel, right?'.
(Ch. B [None]) Signal Shrike transmits: 'Yessir'.
(Ch. B [CoCMav]) Cyber Peacock transmits: 'Um...no I can't. :)'.

Twila Peterson glances over towards Mike, furrowing her brow. Her arms uncross as she lays a hand on his shoulder...hoping he can remain composed.

Enker brings his hands up and leans forward on the table as he gets the nod from Rock, indicating him to speak. "The time-traveler is right... Returning him concerns all of us far more than defeating any others. Wily has graciously extended his help to you all, and I suggest you return the favor of peace in order to work towards a common goal. Whether it is permanent or not makes very little difference, but at this time we can't afford to worry about what's to come later... We need to focus on now." Enker looks about those gathered and is quiet for a moment before continuing. "I have been going over all the data we Robot Masters have at our disposal concerning these beings for quite some time. It seems that our most promising opportunity now is to simply destroy them as whole beings from this universe and scatter their particles, as Wily originally intended his device to do. They should be restored fully to their own worlds this way... And quite frankly if it doesn't work we're up the creak without a paddle. A stray and unfindable particle of air released from their timeline could be our downfall."

Protoman raises his buster, "You wanna try to destroy me again, Enker? Come try."

Blues teleports away, utterly disgusted at the thought of working with Wily. World or no world, it isn't going to happen.

Twila Peterson just...stares wide-eyed at Enker. "What????"

Rock blinks as Enker makes relevant to the conversation. "Um...Well said, Enker." Stepping back, he looks at Quire's device, letting his left hand slide out from his Buster. Looking at the gathered, he ponders. "Any more speakers?"

Michael Eildath gapes at Enker, then bites his tongue at the radio message he received. A small trickle of blood runs down the corner of his mouth, which he quickly wipes his tongue.

Enker waves a hand to the air at Protoman's comment and ignores Twila completely. "I doubt you would prefer to have both our worlds cease to exist, Protoman. I think destroying your physical hold here should completely restore you to your own timeline... And if not, you and the others are a price that simply need be payed for the continued survival of trillions of beings in three realties."

Dr. Wily stands from his chair, obviously not having been paying attention at all. "BAH! I HAVE /NO/ TIME FOR THIS!" he says, lifiting his cane. "I shall return to Skull Fortress, forthwith! You all have heard my response. Send me a private message, and if you agree to a plan, I shall work with you! But be swift!" Wily turns to Enker and Bass. "We are /leaving./ Come." Wily turns and begins to strut for the door, tapping his cane on the floor as he does os.

Protoman keeps his gaze on Enker, "Where you going, old man? You're responsible for this."

"More than three realities. Kaiser Sigma wants to destroy ALL realities..." Rock intones, looking up at Wily's sudden rant. "Our best bet, barring destroying my brother's duplicate and my duplicates, is to use Quire's temporal device to send everyone back. Of course... it needs to be bigger..." Yup, he's on a bigger is better kick.

Twila Peterson just...blinks...loosing some of her composure. The hold on Mike's shoulder tightens before she lets go. There has to be another way other than destroying them. Most would be willing to go. It's the others that are to be death with...

Bass turns his head just enough to watch as Wily stands up and moves to leave. He actually turns to face the others for a few seconds, before he too stands up at the same time, sliding out of his seat and moving to follow a short distance. He pauses then, to turn abck and listen to Rock's own suggestion, eyes narrowing just a bit in thought.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Protoman: "Take it this is kinda what you ment."
Protoman looks over at Twila and nods

Dr. Wily fehs and simply walks past Protoman.
Dr. Wily enters the Teleportation Chamber--Hunter HQ.
Dr. Wily has left.

Protoman's inscrutible gaze turns towards Bass, waiting.

Michael Eildath looks up suddenly, his gaze locking on the Search Snake... watching it with an unsteady gaze... as though not trusting it to leave with the RMs.

Rock continues, "But if it's bigger... it'll require a whole lot more energy output. Say, eight busters plus all the firepower Hunters, Repliforce, Masters and Sigma-loyal Mavericks can muster? With a finish from the biggest gun of all: General's Ion Cannon." He looks over at Bass, sapphire eyes focusing on the Buster Arm before lifting. "But I dunno. I'm talking off the top of my head; anyone's free to debunk this idea."

Enker rises with his Master and follows him out, not another word for the assembly here- he has told them what he has to offer. Let the bureaucrats bicker. Wily will take action.

Signal Shrike decides its time to let Rock know some stuff that he's been intercepting over the various radio transmissions occurring throughout the meeting and hops over to him.

Enker allows the Search Snake to slither down his arm and remain sitting on the table as he departs.

Signal Shrike whispers to Rock: 'Boss ... ... ... ... ... take out ... ugh..'.

Twila Peterson clenches her jaw tightly and stares hard at the floor after receiving the android's nod. Her fingers clench at the arms of her chair before she again picks up her gaze and takes a deep breath, counting to ten.

Jet Stingray narrows his eyes at the search snake, "Somebody squash this bug before I do."

Bass continues to stand back even after Doctor Wily and Enker have made their way out. He appears hesitant for a few seconds, as if considering, and then finally turns to leave, pausing only long enough to glance over his shoulder directly at Rock himself, perhaps an unspoken thought to be given to the Maverick Hunter Commander. We -will- speak again. He then also departs.

Rock frowns at Signal Shrike's whisper, but seems to calm as Bass moves to leave.

Signal Shrike whispers to Rock: 'Proto ... ... ... about Wily ... telling what really happened.. which isn't ... of a ...'.

Rock sighs juuuust a little.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Protoman: "Point taken."

Signal Shrike ughs and rubs his head, tired from sorting the many many radios

You whisper 'Who's radioing you?' to Michael Eildath.

Protoman snorts in disgust and leaves.

Michael Eildath shudders, keeping an eye on the snake as he looks towards Twila.
Jet Stingray looks around, wondering if this meeting is comming to a close.
Michael Eildath whispers: 'Sn.... Snake Man....'.

Search Snake remains on the table where Enker left it, for the moment.

Bit remains remains sitting at the table. His business here isn't quite completed. Everybody is now relaxing now that the Robot Masters have left. He sighs vocally. .oO((Must not be much of a threat now that Lord Sigma's in their grasp and his loyalists are only a fraction of what they were.)Oo.

Rock blinks as Bit sighs, "Something the matter, Bit?"

Colonel remains, he waits patiently to declare where Repliforce stands with this.

You whisper 'If you feel the need to talk after the meeting...' to Michael Eildath.

Michael Eildath closes his eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks from his sorta secluded corner as he gets taunted again by radio. He can't reply to Twila... he only nods.

Signal Shrike goes over to Mike, having heard the entire exchange. He looks down and suggests gently, "Turn off your radio."

Bit says, "There are some things that have occurred to me during this meeting. If my Lord has pledged his Mavericks to getting the alternate universe visitors out of this one, I will support this venture. Only, I can't have the Hunters or the Repliforce or even the Robot Masters fighting the Mavericks Kaiser has appropriated."

Roll walks out of the Grav Lift with Blizzard Buffalo close behind. She smiles cheerily at everyone gathered. "Hi, am I late?"

Jet Stingray turns towards the door, seeing Roll, yet another Maverick?

Colonel stares blankly into space while leaning back on his chair. His hand resting on the table, the officer dances his fingers up and down, tapping away.

Signal Shrike blinks and looks over at Bit, "Okay wait... how's THAT supposed to work?"

Rock nods lightly at Bit, "If you wish, you can speak to Sigma. He's in the medical bay, resting right now. Someone will escort you there..."

Michael Eildath shakes his head, then rips the earphone out of his ear and drops his entire radio assembly to the floor, the plastic device breaking as it hits.

Signal Shrike says, "That's nuts! We an't shoot at an entire army of crazies? We may as well just paint big red targets on ourselves."

Bit glances over at the cheery new voice, seeing Roll and one of his Mavericks..."Blizzard? How did you get here?"

Blizzard Buffalo stalks slowly into the command center of the Hunter HQ, relishing in the location he's been allowed to enter, and taking it all in with a bit of awe. He follows closely to Roll, as, since things have happened with the Kaiser and his so-called -comrades-, she is his salvation, and he has nothing more at the moment. He takes a few more steps into the room, and glances to the one who spoke his name, and finds none other than Bit, and his maw drops, and he stifles a bit. "Should I be asking you the same?"

Twila Peterson places a hand on Mike's shoulder again, trying to offer what comfort she can even while glancing towards the opening grav lift, but not because of the newcomers. She's more shaken by what Enker proposed about murdering all the "crossovers".

Decibel slowly glances around the room, noticing the new people entering the room. Huh. There's Mega Man's sister... and... Blizzard Buffalo. Uhoh. Decibel's eyes widen considerably, and he screams. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Decibel runs from where he was standing and jumps under a computer console.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Protoman: "I would ask you what you'll do...but I have more than a feeling this is being intercepted."

Protoman sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "It's better if you don't ask."

Search Snake suddenly moves, slithering off the edge of the table and dropping down to the floor.

Roll hmms softly. It does seem that she's a bit late, considering all the faces with serious - or worse - expressions. She looks for an empty seat to take while she catches up with everything that's goi...*blink*. She giggles softly. "It's okay," she says to Decibel. "I found him the other day in Mexico, and brought him here to fix him up. We're here for the meeting."

Signal Shrike blinks and looks over at Twila questioningly.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Protoman: "Godspeed to you and the others."

Protoman sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "To us all."

Decibel hides under the computer console, shaking. "Nono! No bisons!"

Michael Eildath bolts, diving from his seat after the little Snake. It's sudden, it's unexpected... Mike can only hope that nothing comes from it.

Bit grins, but nobody could see his best feature with that mask on him, his sparkling smile, "The Hunters invited me. I'm here to see Lord Sigma."

Twila Peterson offers Shrike an innocent glance just as the Human Hunter darts. Seeing him go after the snake she yells out a sudden, "Mike, don't!"

Roll smiles reassuringly at Decibel, as she doesn't know the source of his fear of Blizzard Buffalo. "It's buffalo," she returns gently. "Bison is already the plural form. And it's safe, really. Why don't you come out from under there?" she coaxes.

Decibel slowly glances around the room, noticing the new people entering the room. Huh. There's Mega Man's sister...and...Blizzard Buffalo. Uh oh. Decibel's eyes widen considerably, and he screams. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!" Decibel runs from where he was standing and jumps under a computer console.

Rock wakes up from his daze. "Mm? What?" He looks down at Decibel, then looks back up.

Search Snake scoots under an empty chair, its snakey body slipping through the human's fingers.

Twila Peterson starts to get out of her seat, "Mike, that thing has explosives."

"He shattered me!" Decibel says back to Roll, not coming out from under the console.

Michael Eildath doesn't hear Twila, apparently, as he pulls the seat out of the way, trying to get it. I mean c'mon... it could get into the base and hurt something!

Signal Shrike points at the snake, "Just don't let it near the computer!"

Colonel blinks and looks around the room upon hearing the word 'explosives'.

Bit is glad he'd never here that from a Maverick.

Rock Stands, looking down at the Snake. Oy gevalt...

Search Snake slithers under the table, ducking between legs and chairs and sliding over feet. It's a lot quicker than it looks, for such a tiny thing.

Signal Shrike begins charging up his static generators. Maybe they can zap the thing.

Blizzard Buffalo pokes his head towards Decibel, and an amused chuckle escapes his audio unit. He snorts once, and follows Roll closely, not at all used to seeing as many new faces that are being thrown at him in such a short amount of time. If circumstances were different, he'd probably be in battle with each and everyone one of them, but circumstances are not different. They are far worse. He glances back to Bit with a nod, and lets Roll do the explaining, a bit content he didn't have to spill all the shame and misery he'd been through, and he perks up with delight, his face shining. "Lord Sigma still functions?!", he asks, eagerly.

Michael Eildath keeps after it, not wasting time pushing stuff out of the way. He'll regret his actions, but right now he has a primal need to hurt that snake. Every chance he gets, he grabs at the tiny serpent.

Rock nods, turning to Blizzard, "He's been in the medbay for a while... He's there right now, actually." He kneels, suit colors turning purple and white. "Maybe if I pop a field around the thing it'll stop."

Roll sighs softly at Decibel, but her attention is suddenly caught up by the sudden shouting that ensues when Michael starts after the Search Snake. Turning, she sees Michael scrambling on the floor, and she catches the some of what
Twila's saying. "What...what's there?" she asks, only catching the part about it being explosive, whatever it is.

Colonel looks at the expressions of his men, sitting there and growing tired. He too was getting quite weary. The Officer decides it's time for Repliforce to have a say in things before leaving, The Colonel has better things to do than watch these hunters chase serpents.

Twila Peterson starts after the Human Hunter, trying to reach him and pull him back. "Let some of the others handle it for crying out loud."

Search Snake somehow manages to keep only inches ahead of Mikey, as if its owner were tormenting him yet again, this time with its presence. Then it comes to Twila. Without even a hint of hesitation, it zips up her pant leg.

Blizzard Buffalo glances to Rock, the paradigm for most reploids, and gives a solemn nod. .o0(So he -does- still function! Perhaps he will understand of the exile from the Mavericks....but...perhaps...)Oo. He visually slopes in defeat as he dwells upon the scenario, and glances to the others, in search of Roll.

Roll looks around, spotting just the one she was looking for. Walking over to the far corner, she nudges the sleeping cat with her foot. "Hey, lazybones," she says affectionately. "Think you could go over there and help Michael with whatever it is he's trying to do?"

Slowly opening his eyes, Tango gets to his feet with a feline yawn and stretch. Quite casually, he starts making his way over to where Michael, Twila, and the Search Snake are.

Twila Peterson lets out a sudden yipe and instantly jumps back, and very non-to-gently tumbles to the floor. "Hey!"

Michael Eildath blinks, as the Snake goes... blink... um... somewhere he can't chase it. The chase comes to an even /more/ embarrassing halt than before.

Colonel calmly places his hands onto the table, pushing himself up. He stands at full height, towering over most presents in the room. The light casts a shadow underneath the visor, concealing most of his face in darkness. The Colonel speaks in his semi-snotty British voice. "Repliforce...we /ARE/ the greatest armed forces this world has ever seen - and we are likely to be capable of handling this menace alone. However, as we all already know, a great offensive push will result in countless civilian casualties. Repliforce is dedicated to protecting the innocent, therefore we shall aid in the evacuation. Cooperation is crucial should we save the people still trapped within that fortified city." The Colonel brings his opaque stare up, picturing that pretty-boy smile of Zero, he shivers. "Cooperation...even if it means standing beside our worst of enemies. Our troops are ready to set aside the differences and work with the Masters, to tolerate their emotions...making this one final push to save our world." The soldier gives them all a reassuring nod. "Our assistance shall be enough to reduce the fatalities. As for this...device, Repliforce should have more than enough energy reserves to help supply the power needed to generate it to full capacity. We are willing to donate more than what is necessary for this machine to be fully operational. I will send a message to Wily myself after this...telling him that we will help." The Colonel makes his way to the teleporter before suddenly turning back around. "Keep me informed on any other theories you concoct..our top minds shall continue and formulate new strategies as well." He salutes them all and phases out of the room in a static of distortion.

Search Snake peeks out from under Twila's pant leg. Apparently, it's wrapped around her ankle.

Twila's features now pale several shades as she peers down at the snake on her leg. Forget Colonel's speech, forget Armageddon, GET THIS SNAKE OFF!!! "Just shuddup and get this thing off me before it explodes or something!"

Rock crawls across the floor toward Twila. "Hmm..."

Signal Shrike just stops and actually does facepalm, his wings wrapping around himself as if he coud hide.

Michael Eildath nods, and reaches down to grasp the snake across the head. He doesn't look happy...at all.

Search Snake sinks its teeth into Mikey's thumb, coiling tighter around Twila's leg.

Signal Shrike tries to think...how do you lure a snake? "Umm... anyone got any mice handy?"

Michael Eildath ignores this, using his other hand to grab some of its body and uncoil the thing by force. With his bleeding head, he snaps the head backwards on it's joint... fast.

Bit's eyes narrow suspiciously at Blizzard, "Weren't you in Robotropolis before...with Kaiser Sigma?"

Decibel looks out from his computer console fortress. He thinks for a moment, then presses his forehead jewel. "Look out and shout, yow! 'Cording to my info, I think, uh, Snakes are attracted to sounds on the lower end of the spectrum! Pump up the bass!"

Twila Peterson at least hoists herself up within a sitting position, holding in a wince...waiting for whatever comes of this. Why in the heck couldn't the Masters just take along their pet?

Blizzard Buffalo snorts and stops cold, his frame relenting his movements, and he turns to Bit, his optics and face cringed as he remembers the events previous. "Correct...", he manages to utter, after a moment. "But not -with- the Kaiser."

Search Snake coils tightly around Twila's leg, but can't keep from being removed. Hisssing loudly for something so small, it tries to nip at Mikey's other hand just before there's an audible snap. Then it lies limp in his hand.

"Either that, or if that thing is anything like a real snake, it'll freeze up if we make this place cool down!" Decibel suggests. It's amazing what an internal encyclopedia will bring up.

Rock blinks. "Um... that's not good.... is it?"

Michael Eildath pulls the snake free, then straightens, offering a hand to help Twila up. In his other is the still biting dead snake, his hand bleeding a bit more profusely now.

Signal Shrike decides half a dozen Hunters can handle one snake without him. "I'm going to go analyze the half billions radio transmissions I monitored tonight. I'll get back to you if I find anything."
Signal Shrike pads towards the lift.

The girl sits there a moment, quite a bit unnerved by this turn of events, trying to slow her breathing. She glances back up towards Michael and accepts his help in standing. "Thanks..." she manages while noting his hand. "Want...be to tend to that?"

Tango pads right up to Twila, sniffing lightly at her foot. He watches Michael pull the snake free after killing it, and with that he turns around, and heads back to his corner, seeing that he really isn't needed anymore.

Bit says, "If you weren't on his side, you should have defected immediately." He rubs the back of his head, "Well, I guess I can't blame you for coming here, instead of looking for us. After all, Lord Sigma is here."

Michael Eildath looks around uneasily. "Sorry about that, boss... The Masters forgot something." He goes over to his locker, and there's a sound of duct tape. When he emerges, the Snake has something duct taped to it's mouth... there's a pin sticking out of whatever it is.

Roll blinks. The disaster averted now, she walks back over to her ward, Blizzard Buffalo. She pulls a seat out for herself, turning it around to place it so that she can see everyone else with relative ease. She glances up at the large Maverick, and *would* offer a seat, if there were one in his size.

Snake Man sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "<hissing laughter> My apologiesss..."

Twila intakes several more breaths. "But, Mike...your..." She then stops to
blink at her radio, face darkening at the transmission.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Snake Man: "Oh...go throw yourself into a metal shredder, you belly-crawling scum-bucket!"

Rock shakes his head, "It's... alright." He stands from shifting to blue/blue, and he drops into a seat tiredly.

Michael Eildath walks towards the runway, finger on the pin, ready to blow the snake to hell.

Decibel pops his head out of the space under the console again. "Is it safe? Is the bison gone?"

Blizzard Buffalo reaches behind is tiny head with a gigantic palm, and scratches the back of his head, sighing to himself with a misty cloud about his muzzle. "I didn't have much of a chance to choose sides...I wasn't even aware there -were- sides. All I remember is battling both Enker and Punk, and being discarded like a useless kitchen utensil in the wastes of Mexico..." He growls as he loathes the aristocratic Vile and that damned machination he so often -hides- behind. He manages to regain control of himself for the time being, clenching his fists as his rotors audibly tighten, and he glances to Roll - Salvation. "I am here now, commander, and am ready to foray into whatever it must take to rid this world of the abominations plaguing our world."

Decibel looks over at Blizzard Buffalo. He screams again. "AAAAAAAGH!" Then he pulls his head back in to his hiding place.

Michael Eildath walks outside, pulls the pin, waits a second or two, and gives the snake a good hefty toss.

Twila Peterson sends off a transmission, looking as if she's reads to just trash the radio on the floor after what she heard. But she doesn't. Instead, she simply relatches it onto her belt and just...goes over to the wall, leaning her forehead against it. Stop the world, she wants to get off...
Search Snake sails through the air. Just as it reaches the apex of its curve, there are two separate explosions, one right after the other, and nothing but metal confetti remains.

Snake Man sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Ah, I sssee I've brightened up your day. It'sss been fun, human."

Michael Eildath walks back in, grabbing a first aid kit from his locker.

Twila Peterson utters a snarl and turns the volume on her radio low...so she can hear who's speaking, but not quite so in case she hear's something that's actually IMPORTANT she'll respond. She then turns to the others, trying to calm herself. If she overheard the snake exploding outside, she doesn't act it.

Michael Eildath picks up what's left of his radio and starts to snap the pieces back together.

Roll tilts her chair back to look up at Blizzard Buffalo. "I think we missed most of it," she comments as the last few individuals filter out.

Rock looks up, nodding at Roll. "You missed it all. We came to a couple of conclusions, but not many."

Twila Peterson starts heading back over towards Michael and bends over as he tends to his radio. "Mike...your hand...?"

Michael Eildath sighs. "I bandaged it... some."

Roll nods, standing up again. "Well, I guess I can read the report later," she says. She smiles to Blizzard Buffalo. "You can stay here if you want, and get one of the other Hunters to help you back to the Medical Bay when you're done." She covers a yawn and adds, "I'm going to go to bed now, myself."

Twila Peterson replaces her radio on the belt, offering a sigh. "You...want me to look at it? Don't want it getting infected..."

Blizzard Buffalo glances to Roll, and catching a bit of disappointment, then to Rock, slightly, but not straying too far off from his sister. He gives a simple nod to the both of them, and shuffles back a bit and to the side, resting his huge girth directly behind Roll for the time being. "All I can do is offer my services, for the time being." He clances to Colonel as he leaves, not catching the absence of Roll from her seat, and he visually depresses, adding a sigh. "Shall I keep an optic on your feline for you?", he inquires, glancing to the sleepy furball.

Bit asks Rock rather candidly, for a Maverick to a Hunter, "Will the Robot Masters really cooperate?"

Twila Peterson thinks about medbay first...then recalls the guests residing there. "Would suggest the med center if you don't mind who all is there..." She then pauses as she overhears the question directed towards the Blue Bomber.

Rock looks up at Bit, "I don't know... I hope so." He rubs his temples lightly, helmet sitting off somewhere. "We don't have much choice but to work together..."

Roll smiles to Blizzard Buffalo. "If you'd like," she replies lightly, turning herself to head for the Grav Lift. "Anyway, good night everyone. :)"

Michael Eildath nods. "I'll... I'll be okay down there."

Jet Stingray stands up, looking quite irritated over this. Did anything actually get done? Doesn't look like it, nobody is willing to work together on a solution unless somebody makes the first move.

Blizzard Buffalo's large frame strains and collapses with a routine release of mist into the area, and he settles back down again, glancing to the purring cat and then back to Roll as she heads towards the Grav Lift. He gives a nod, without reply, and remains frozen to the area he's currently occupying. "See you in the morning", he gently offers. .oO(I hope.)Oo.

Twila Peterson still looks a bit shaken from the small experiance as she stands by Mike, regarding the injury with his hand. She offers a small nod as she looks at the others in conversation in distraction and starts over towards the grav lift...feeling as if she's getting a headache herself. Coincidently, her thoughts are much like Stingray's.

Bit says, "Like I've said before, I will support you, as well as the Mavericks under my command."

Rock nods, with a smile, "That's good to know, Bit. Sigma's already told me that he'll support the alliance to get rid of Kaiser..."

Screen> Blizzard Buffalo glances to Rock and Bit, being washed over with reassurance as his Lord is alive.

Screen> Bit peers at Blizzard a little strangely, a thought coming to mind, "You know, if most of the Mavericks are ill informed like Blizzard, it's possible that we could turn most of them back to us if we told them that Lord
Screen> Blizzard Buffalo's muzzle trickles down a few notches upon his neck-joint, peering under the terminal and glancing to Decible, oddly, and he shakes his head with a grunt. He perks back up as his commander speaks, and his optics narrow. "Possibly..."

Screen> Rock looks up, "Oh? It occurs to me I don't know the exact circumstances of Blizzard's stay here..."

Screen> Blizzard Buffalo eyes Rock a moment, and snorts in regret, and his large digits clench into massive fists, and his optics narrow. "After Kaiser had defeated the forces of Skull Island, I had been dispatched there to deal with 'clean up' duties: basically the removal of debri, such as shattered buildings and civilian casualties.", he spits, disgustedly. "While I was active there, the two Elites, Enker and Punk, revealed their presence, and wished to free some 'information' from me, but, alas, I had little to give, and they punished me for it." He shakes his head with a shameful sigh, and continues onward. "After fighting valiantly, I eventually fell to the Robot Masters, and later on, Vile", he stammers at the name, and writhes in anger, "hauled me away with Goliath and discarded me to the outskirts of Mexico, speaking of how the Maverick Empire was soley for -survivors-, and with their new power, they no longer needed -mere- soldiers." He pauses, taking a moment to dwell upon the violet one and his singular optic with hatred. "I was disposed of, and no longer needed. Left for dead..." He glances to Rock, and manages a weak smile. "But through the efforts of you sister, I am able to lend my abilities to rid ourselves of the plague."

Bit says, "Vile? Not Magistrate Vile?"

Blizzard Buffalo gives a nod to Rock, a fleeting image of Roll leaving his visage and he turns to Bit. "Yes. -OUR- Vile."

Rock frowns. "That's not good... not at all."

Blizzard Buffalo rubs his brow and sighs, along with Rock. "I hope this is only temporary....the power Kaiser and the Magistrate parade have only salivated his greed."

Bit's gaze turns deadly, "I've always figured he would betray us." He turns to Blizzard, "You of all people would want someone like him to return to us when this is all over?"

Blizzard Buffalo sighs to Bit's persecution, but remains fixated upon his beliefs. "He is a powerful warrior....I am only upset with his course of action. I strongly believe it is greed and power corrupting him, and he is not acting upon his own actions." He weakly adds, "I....-hope-." He sighs, however. "His will is not as strong as I thought it to be." He shakes his head, and continues. "If he cannot be conviced of his foolishness, he shall perish, just as the Kaiser and the others."

<Meanwhile...>

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Um...Rock...meeting...over?'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'YEah...'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'How many doses of the equivalent to asprin do you need?'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'Full bottle? It was going well at the start...'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Well...yeah...after everyone was told to shuddup a dozen times...'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I'm going to tend to Mike's injury. If I don't see you till morning...imangine me giving you a hug. You look like you could really use one.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Love you.'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'Love you too, Twila... I'll see you in the
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Well, even if you don't...just take care of yourself ok?'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'I will. Same to you.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Promise.'.
(Ch. A [Hunters]) Rock transmits: 'I promise.'.

Medical Bay <Hunter HQ>
This room is kept immaculately clean and organized, from the polished tile floor to the bright exam lights and walls painted with soothing colors. Several repair and medical beds for robot and human patients line the walls, monitors above them indicating the status of the patient's vital signs. There are no windows here, as this is in the center of the floor and heavily reinforced against possible attack. It is here that the Maverick Hunter medics patch up the wounded.

Michael Eildath walks in, trying to ignore the massive Reploid in the shielded area.

Twila Peterson casts a wary glance to where the Maverick leader resides within his field, suppressing a cold shudder before heading over to one of the medical cabinets, getting out the antiseptic and bandages for use. Periodically, her eyes will drift back to Sigma's form and she'll shiver before calming herself again while waiting for the out-patient.

Michael Eildath walks in, as previously posed, trying to ignore the shielded form of Sigma. He feels nervous, but now that he's down here, some of his mental shielding crumbles and he starts to shake like he was earlier.
morning, I think.'.

Twila Peterson then geutrures Michael to the nearby sink so his wound can be washed. More than likely not that serious. But should be certain. "This shouldn't take very long," she says quietly.

Michael Eildath nods, and walks over. "It's... it's okay. I don't want to go back up there."

Twila Peterson nods in understanding as she gently takes his hand and runs it under the lukewarm water before padding it drap with a dry pad. "I doubt it was easy for alot of us," she muses. She then warns, "This is going to sting," and applies the antiseptic lightly, waiting a few moments.
Twila Peterson then asks, "Mind...if I ask what the belly-crawler was saying?"

Michael Eildath winces a bit at the pain, then sighs. "He... he was talking about what happened to me... in February... at my parents house."

Twila Peterson thought as much, especially considering the small history of what Twila knows between the two. "Nice to know the Masters are honoring their truce," she mumbles in distaste. The gauze is obtained and wrapped over the injury so it will be protected while it heals itself. She falls quite then as she finishes with the small task. "And...what...did happen...?" she asks softly.

Michael Eildath shudders a little bit still, and sighs, "I... didn't know what happened for a long time. It was while I was on vacation. One day I was at my house, three days later I was in San Angeles. I've only been able to piece together what happened from the notes in my journal, and when I went home again to get Andante. But Snake Man told me everything that I couldn't remember..." He pulls a chair over and sits down now, still shaking.

The man's watched as he takes a seat. Twila decides to follow suit and slide herself onto a stool after it's moved over. "I remember...you saying something about a gun..." she offers in thought.

Michael Eildath nods. "I..." He pauses for a minute. "I had it... with me when... when I went up to my family's grave." Mike pauses for a minute to collect himself... he doesn't like talking about that, but he felt he had to. "I remember some of it, but I don't know how long I was up there before he came."

It doesn't take very much for Twila to think or imagine just what he would have done with that gun as well as any charges within it. She very well knows how distressed he already was before he left the Labs to visit his him. And when one falls into deep depression... "I'm listening."

Michael Eildath says, "There was a crash in the forest, and I went to see what it was.... and that was all I remembered clearly until today. Snake Man was... was taking one of those huge robosnakes he uses... for a walk. I confronted him... I don't remember the details. All I know is that the snake bit my gun in half, and I ended up passing out." He stops, trying to make himself believe the part that Snake Man laid on him. "I should have... I should have frozen to death. It was fifteen degrees out, and I was almost a half-mile from my house. I don't know how long I was out... I should have died... but... but..." He stops."

Twila's brow creases within concern, hearing the tremor within his voice all too clearly. After a few moments silence a hand reaches out to rest on his forearm as if to assure him of the presence of a friend. "But...what?" she questions slowly. "Mike, how were you spared?"

Michael Eildath says, "When I went back to get Andanted, there were huge furrows in the snow leading to my family's grave... then back to my house. It was a week later, but the tracks were still there. I just phased it out then." He takes a breath. "But tonight... after telling me how mad I had acted that day... after getting his fill of humiliating me when he knew others were listening in... he told me that his snake decided to save me. Snake Man saved my life... and I don't know why."

Twila Peterson is at loss for how to respond momentarily. However, she does speak moments later. "Something's are not known and something's none of us will know. I'm sure he had his reasons...although I doubt you're welfare was one of them." If it's one thing she knows of Masters, it's they have their own selfish reasons for doing so. "But, regardless of the reason Someone else may have been working through him to save you. You survived, Mike. Remember when we were talking with Cain before the others started showing up for the meeting?"
Michael Eildath nods. "About faith, yeah..."

Twila nods in like, trying to choose what she says carefully. "We don't always know why things happen the way they do...or the means by the way they do. And other times they don't work out they way we want them to or the way expected at all." She pauses, becoming a little frustrated with herself for not knowing exactly how to respond. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, think about Who's really in control and have Faith in Him...no matter what happens. And trust that He already has everything worked out even tho there's not much we can understand."

Michael Eildath smiles. "Back when I was little, I used to accept everything on faith. Even when I got past stuff like Santa and the Tooth Fairy, I had my beliefs." He chuckles slightly. "It's hard to imagine how I was back then... it seems almost like another lifetime. Nothing ever got me down for long, and I was always confident that something would work out." He sighs. "Then I sat and watched as Fire Man's robots killed my entire family. I gave up hope... in everything. That was thirteen years ago. It's taken me this long to start getting my life back in something that seems, well, not normal, but at least it seem right... but it's still so hard to have faith. It's hard to believe that a random act of cruelty by a robotic serpent was a blessing, even if it did save me."

Twila Peterson glances down briefly. "Suppose I can say somewhat of the same, if only a little. After, my own parents were killed some years ago a cousin put it straight to me that I either stopped acting as if I died with them and started living again...or make that leap over that rocky embankment...because if I didn't the results would have still been the same. I don't know why most of the settlement the Mavericks attacked perished while I survived. And may never know the why. Just have to have faith I was spared because there was still a plan for my life. Not...to say the others didn't have a plan for theirs." She then states, "Guess I can say the same for how I got to be here too. If what happened didn't...never would ahve met Rock and the rest of you. And never would have known I had a twin brother...or who he was."

Michael Eildath nods. "I sometimes wonder what's planned for me... I'm not impressed right now." He smiles a bit. "But I suppose that's something I can't predict, is it?" He flexes his hand a bit, to see how tight the bandage is. Feeling a little bit better (for the short term), he cracks a more typical smile. "I sure hope it doesn't have to do with catching stray search snakes..."

Ah fate...that little bit that makes your ear itch when someone's talking about you, that makes you look up at the last minute just before that ball that was thrown wide catches you a good one in the nose, or that makes one walk into the room -just- as they've been mentioned. Not that Rick heard his name of course. Noooo, he's far too busy grunting under the weight of a wheelbarrow, in which he's bringing the remains of several androids inside of it. Joes of course, unmistakable with their markings and body-makeup, though each of them have met some sort of untimely demise. There's four of them in all. One missing it's head, another with a large hole blasted through its chest, and the other two having succumbed to puncture wounds from flying debris and deactivated themselves under the stress.

Twila Peterson squeeze his forearm gently before drawing her hand away. "Ugh...please! Don't even mention those things..." she states, making a horrid face. "Besides, wouldn't you want to make certain your able to get around from being *bitten*?" The girl opens her mouth again before overhearing someone else come in from the hallway near the front of the room. "Well...speak of the devil..." she muses as her brother comes strolling in with...whatever that he's---. Oh, that's what he has. She glances back towards Mike with a blinks before reshifting focus to Rick. She then turns to Mike again. "I...don't want to know what he has do I?"

Michael Eildath looks at his hand again. "Well, this bite didn't turn out so bad." He smiles a bit. "Thanks, by the way." He turns. "Well... it's not Search Snakes..."

Rick Morgan glances up as his entrance is taken notice of, and smirks widely at the both of the occupants. "Hey you two." he offers cheerfully enough. And why shouldn't he be? He just loooooves getting his hands on things to tinker with. Wordlessly, he turns and grunts, pulling up the Joe that was blasted clean through his chestplate, grunting under the weight, but still managing to get it set on on a nearby medtable. "Don't mind me. Just finally got my paws on a couple of these guys, and figure if I can get two of em working out of this mess for us, it'd be that much less scrap gettin wasted out there huh?" He chuckles lightly, unclipping his toolbelt and already leaning forward to peer into the damaged drone's interior, the hole already made for him of course.

Michael Eildath just blinks. "Why can't you find some scrapped down Hardhats or something...at least they're not eyesores."

Twila Peterson refrains from rolling her eyes. "That probably wouldn't have been any fun."

Rick Morgan smirks. "Been there, done that Mike. I've been able to play around with Joes before...but it isn't too often. Besides, lot better having them do something -useful- than helping Wily out right?" Sparks begin to fly as he welds interior circuits inside the android's chest, and stops every now and then to bend over and get spare parts from one of the punctured-to-death Joes. Including extra armor plating.

Michael Eildath shrugs. "I suppose so."

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow. "Were you at the meeting, Rick? I didn't see you?

Rick Morgan doesn't even glance up from his work, smirking just a bit. "Hey I -know- so. Don't worry about it." He takes his laser torch, and proceeds to meld the chestplate he scavenged into the right shape, before setting it down and welding it into place. It's then that he turns and moves to the android's head, pulling off the top of it and beginning to fiddle with the interior circuits. "Yeah, I was in there..." he offers with a slight frown. Though it doesn't last. He's in too good of a mood right now with his new toys. "Pretty crowded...I was way at the back."

Twila Peterson nods towards her brother in response. "Well...it *was* rather crowded," she notes. She watches him slightly as he works with his newfound playmates. For not she drops the subject entirely, thinking she'll ask him later what his thoughts were on it. For now, she's feeling the day start to catch up with her. "You going to be ok, Mike?" she asks the other man in concern.

Michael Eildath nods. "I feel OK, at least relatively so." He smiles, and apparently means it this time.

Rick Morgan continues to fiddle with the interior circuits, before finally satisfied and plugging in a long cord from the terminal next to him, then starting to tap on the keys in front of him, bringing up the schematics of the drone's head and interior circuitry. Adjustments are fast, practiced and done within record time, before he removes the plug once again, and closes up the Joe's head as well. A hand then moves to the back of the minion's neck, flicking a switch as he does so. "Here goes nothin..."

A few seconds pass, and nothing occurs...until finally, movement...and the Joe jerks back to life once more, sitting upright on the medtable.

Twila Peterson starts to rise from her seat before she leans forward and surprisingly offers the Hunter a friendly hug. "Do me a favor...stay that way..." she says upon pulling back. She steals a glance towards Rick and where he's working before stating, "And keep my dear brother out of trouble while at it alright?"
Twila Peterson quirks a brow as his "masterpiece" sits itself up. "Trouble with a capital 'T'." And whether or not she means it teasingly or literally remains to be seen.

Michael Eildath erps and is hugged unexpectedly. "Um, okay. I'll make sure he doesn't bring the base down or something."

"Who, me?" Rick blinks all innocent like, moving a hand to his chest.

Meanwhile, the Joe pushes itself up from the bed, standing upright, and turning directly to Rick. A few more seconds, as recognition sets in, and the robotic creation snaps upright, moving to a full salute. Sometimes old habits are hard to break.

Rick rolls his eyes, and gives a mock return of the salute. "At ease..." he mumbles, before stepping clear of the table itself and grinning in Twila's direction. "Hey, get some sleep and all rested up, huh? I'd hate to see my own flesh and blood walking around looking like Godzilla in the morning."

Michael Eildath offers. "Well, this /is/ Japan..."

Twila Peterson hmphs. "I was under the impression you thought that's how I did mornings anyway," she smirks as she approaches her twin. She offers him a larger hug than she gave Mike (No offence, he IS family) and also a kiss on the cheek. "Sleep well ok. Catch you sometime tomorrow...providing there isn't a sound of hoofbeats?" Not that Rick would catch the reference.

Rick Morgan sometimes surprises people with his knowledge of this and that, even if he may not be overly involved in some of them himself. He returns the embrace fully, chuckling as he pulls back afterwards. "Any pale horses show up and I'm just gonna start shootin." he promises.

Michael Eildath shudders. "That's not funny!" He snickers a bit, despite himself.

Ok, the reference yes...the knowledge to when and where it had recently been discussed...maybe not. Rick doesn't know all and see all. He's just a mere mortal. She offers a mock salute to the Rickmiester and then comments to Mike, "Hey, keep remembering the ending," as she turns to take leave. "You two take care of yourselves. And keep everything in your prayers."

Michael Eildath nods. "G'night."

Rick Morgan hmmms. "Don't have to tell me twice..." Rick offers, as he straightens up, giving a quick nod.

Behind him, the Joe reacts instantly to Twila's mock salute, thinking it's meant for -him-, and snaps one off in return, perfect military precision.

Rick facepalms. "Eh...gonna need to make some adjustments on that."