*AFTER KONG AND RICK HAVE MOVED OUT OF THE WATERFRONT AREA TO HAVE A LOOK AT THE CITY*

The sensor dish on the Kodiak's arm suddenly seems to go ballistic, swirling once, then turning to point directly towards where the movement is coming from. Indeed, the armor itself tilts it's 'head' down to glance at the instrument, even raising it's free hand to tap at it to make sure it isn't busted. But the insistant point of the dish indeed draws it to bring it's gaze over towards the horizen, and the motion. Rick takes a breath in his seat, as he narrows his eyes and taps the keys in front of him for a super-imposed image of the figure. There's no mistaking it.

His voice over the external speakers is still at relatively the same volume, though now in a slightly more hushed tone. "Lookit...the 'king' checkin over his territory..." Rick mutters, indeed making sure to get a few recordings of that too. "Don't worry bud, he's still got alotta distance to cover. Just gimme twenty more seconds and I'll have all the datafeed I need..."

Kaiser Sigma keeps stomping around, moving in a pure straight line. As if to emphisise this, he walks straight through a building, without even slowing down. The building, of course, collapses behind him, as having a Ride Armor plowing through you isn't good for *anything*. Fortunately, the Kaiser's path isn't going directly towards the pair - a bit to the left, actually, aiming for a set of warehouses on the edge of the water. Another car gets the boot treatment, squishing with a satisfying (and louder) crunch.

Then, he pauses. The Kaiser leans over, and examines a wreck on the ground of what once was a Robot Master drone. A hardhat, by the look of the flat disk. He prods it slightly, as if to make sure the thing was really dead. Of course it is, being about the thickness of a potato chip.

"Famous last words." rumbles Kong slowly as he watches Kaiser. It's right about then that he cna tell Kaiser isn't exactly headed for him but..why is the Maverick going for the warehouse instead. He frowns abit and scratches at his huge jaw with a trunk like finger. "What's goin' on I wonder." he rumbles out before glancing to the Kodiak, "What do you think he's plannin' on doing?"

*WHIRRRRRR SNAP*

With that last click, the camera itself concludes its recording, and settles back to usual observation mode, and serving as Rick's 'eyes' to the outside world. Slowly, those eyes swivel back to face Kong for a moment, and the Kodiak itself actually gives a slight shrug, it's armored shoulders creaking with the motion. "I dunno..." Rick answers, returning his gaze to the Kaiser once again, and zooming in. "But anybody that starts poking at a pancaked hardhat can't all be 100 percent with it...if you catch my drift. Then again, I think we figured that out with a nutcase that's trying to destroy all the realities."

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Kodiak> continues to pan it's gaze, following Kaiser's path, until he very well disappears from sight, now lost into the line of warehouses way at the other side of the docks. And by all appearances, he's now moving -away- from the two giants. Rick meanwhile breathes a gentle sigh of relief, shaking his head inside the cockpit. "Huh...well Kong, lookit it this way. You can say you saw him with your own optics right?" Rick offers, trying to put some lightness back to the mood again.

Of course, not -all- danger comes from just the Kaiser himself, as somewhere buried in the ruins behind the two figures, shapes begin to move, gently shaking rubble from themselves....

"It's not necessarily somethin' I was lookin' forward to actually seein' if I could get away with it." rumbles Kong slowly as he hears Rick's quip. He seems..highly agitated and well he should be. "It's times like this that I realize size dont' mean much and I don't like that feelin'.." Slowly Kong backs away. Heedless of the movement in the ruins behind him as he brings his monsterous frame back up to its full height. Bulk and girth shifting around his body and his gigantic belly tensing up as best it can before relaxing with a downpour of bulk and girth. "You ready?"

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Kodiak> continues to stand for a few seconds more, before now starting to turn back to face Kong fully again. "Yeah tell me about it....still, even the Kaiser can be beat just like anyone of us. He's not some kind of god....he hurts and gets hurt just like us." There's a whirr as the camera eyes pan down, before adding. "Course it's just harder to hurt him that's all." Rick's sigh can be heard, before the Kodiak 'nods' to the other's request. "Yeah, let's get the heck out of here. We got what we wanted...." With a turn at the waist first, the armor begins to swivel about now to start facing back the way it came.

It's then that there's more shifting, and a whole wall of a ruined building slides into rubble, now revealing movement on a rather generous scale, though one can't see -all- of the sources right now. Dead ahead however, stomping free of the debris itself, are two figures that can be recognized as early generation Maverick drones. Walking on two legs, their entire upper bodies are little more than missle racks, which are already unfolded as they begin to swivel now to face the two do-gooders.

But this isn't all...on either side of the two giants, large forms rise up, shrugging off plaster, concrete and steel beams, until fully revealing themselves as ride armor as well. Though not the specialized armors that the Mavericks use for their upper echelon troops. Rather these are somewhat plain in appearance, with a basic body shape, though no less of their huge girth. They appear to lack any ranged weapons whatsoever, and the almost Joe-like reploids that pilot them stare at Kong and the Kodiak emotionlessly through their pulsing visors, the huge hands of their mounts flexing and unflexing, as if in anticipation.

Rick stares for a few seconds, panning his camera's gaze from Maverick to Maverick, then back again to Kong. "Course.... -they- might have something else to say about it..."

Colossal Kong rumbles, "Don't know Rick..don't.. Well.. I dunno. Lets just go." states Kong. Slowly the mammoth giant begins to turn and it's then that he sees the wall slide down. HE blinks a few times in surprise until he sees the Maverick drones and then he grunts out, "Uh oh..great.." He looks around and backs up slowly until he sees the Joe-Like Ride Armors ride up also. At first the giant is..well..plainly nervous. He's here in Robotropolis there is no way to get any real help and then Kaiser could show up at any second.. But then he looks around and notes the devestation and somehow, something in him begins to burn. Snarling abit the titan claps his huge hands together and then slaps his mammoth belly. The girth of it several times bigger then the gumby ride armors as his immense muscled frame looms up to its full girth and height, "Looks like we got some mavericks to /mangle/.."

Somewhere, inside all of that steel, armor plating and superstructure, Rick grins at Kong's sudden statement, clenching his hands tightly around the controls as he stares at the images on the screen. "Dang right Kong....if they ain't gonna let us through, we'll let -ourselves- through! Watch it at your 3 O'clock high too....there's more incoming."

What he refers to, is the form of two robots, about the size of a helicopter each, and looking very much like giant wasps, that tear off from their patrol patterns and begin to bear in on the site of the disturbance. Though for the moment, they're aren't in the engagement itself.

Rick takes one slow, shuddering step back, twisting just enough as the back of his ride armor now touches to Kong's own back, forming a defense that faces in both directions of the encircling maneuver that was pulled. "Looks like we got ourselves a hot zone here..." Rick grunts. The ground shudders once more under his heavy tread, until he raises his right arm, now clenched into a tight fist. "So let's make it a whole lot hotter!"

The Mavericks have certainly seen enough, now as their pair off in military precision. One thing's for certain. Unlike Wily's cannon fodder approach, the Maverick Drones are more disciplined, and while not as numerous, generally stronger in a one on one basis. In each case, one of the armors break off to approach the opponent, as the walking artillery battery unleashes a salvo of it's interior missles, sending them corkscrewing like angry hornets for their target.

Rick's first response would be to activate his armor's forcefield, though in such close proximety to Kong, he dosen't want the solid energy affecting him in a half-contact energy field. Thus, both immense arms raise upwards, blocking their path.

The air explodes in a deafening *BK-WHOOOM!* as a fireball splits through the atmosphere, and smoke raises from the detonation. But while blackened and pocmarked, the Kodiak's armor wheathers the assault, just in time to suddenly begin grappling with the Maverick armor in a shuddering clash of metal on metal that very well causes the street to rumble.

"Damn right." rumbles Kong as he leans over and literaly slams his huge knuckles together. Punching his own hand a few times with loud shockwave inducing *WHOOOOMS* shocking through the area at each successive hit. Each time he does so, his gigantic arms seem to pump up and grow even larger. The muscles in his huge chest expanding and ballooning two..three fold in size and his armor creaking and rumbling as his servos whine and his synth muscles pump up to truly megalithic sizes.

Abruptly the nearest ride armor to him begins its assualt. Lunging at him as Kong raises his huge fists upward and opens his hands to grasp for the hands of the approaching ride armor. Gritting his teeth in a brutish grin, the mammoth repliforce goes for the test of strength with the ride armor. Playing 'mercy' so to speak and the loud whine and rumble of his pumped up apocalyptic sized muscles filling the air. He presses his mammoth frame forward even as the ground shakes from Kodiak's struggles and the missle fire goes off. Neanderthalic back hunching up into the air like a rising hill and muscles bulging up in it from the exertation of force. "Time to play crush the empty soda can..."

The very air itself is suddenly filled with the grunts, heaves and creaks of struggling giants. Slowly, Rick's back-to-back stance is forced off as he has to step to the side to avoid the suddenly flailing hands of the other armor, that while not as wide and heavy-set as his own, is taller and has a longer reach. The ground shudders under the tread of his multiton feet, and he forces himself back a step for more room, to try and prepare himself for where he can attempt to overpower the other. Of course he forgot about that artillery droid at the same time, and with a sudden jerking maneuver, he's slammed forward as more missles fly at him, detonating against the back of the Kodiak in a shuddering shockwave. Even then, the huge mecha holds steady, and suddenly charges forward like the monstrous brute it is, bringing both hands up as it literally SLAMS into the other armor, a great horrific shriek of bending metal and tortured servos filling the air like a wounded animal.

Meanwhile, the other ride armor pilot finds out to his great dismay that indeed this gargantuan repliforcer is every bit the equal of his mount in strength, and then some. A few seconds of resistance and creaking is given, before slowly, bit by bit, the hands start to bend back, forced so by Kong's sheer size and unstoppable power. While a visor makes very little for the form of emotion on a figure, the gritted teeth on the reploid pilot's face is symbolic of his sudden struggle to try and not be crushed outright in the process like an old beercan. The artillery droid stomps to the side at a quick pace, trying to get a clear shot, though it's companion is far too close for use of it's missles. Thus, machinegun arrays emplaced in four places on it's body suddenly open up, sending forward a hellish wall of tracerfire for Kong's exposed side and back...that very well light up the night sky with their passage.

"Oooooh yeah. You like that huh?" rumbles Kong towards the reploid pilot with all of his broad white teeth bared as the hands begin to crunch and crumple up under the pressure being applied by his own. Slowly he continues to bring his sherman tank tonnage forward in an attempt to continue to bear down on the ride armor and crush it like the beer can it is to him. "How ya doin' Ricky!" he rumbles loudly trying to check on the Kodiak without looking.. . Until he winces in pain as his sensors go off. Pain from the bullets as they riddle into the massive expanse of his freeway wide back. Most of the bullets simply bounce off however. But some sink into the flesh and blunt into the armor that is his neanderthalic back.. Grunting abit he attempts to change tactics twists his huge hands around, rearranging his fingers to attempt to literally grab the hands of the ride armor he grapples with even tighter.. And abruptly the titan yanks backwards while spinning around slowly. Using both strength and momentum to literally yankthe ride armor into the air.. and spin it around towards where the artillery droid is. Falling backwards in the process.

At the very apex of his swing he attempts to release the armor and hopefully by virtue of speed and sheer mass and strength he can kill two birds with one stone, "Up she goes!" roars his heavily thick and immensely deep voice. "Time fer a two for one sale." he quips. Of course his quipping is hidding the nervousness that's deep down in side of him. A fight like this is bound to bring more reinforcements.. BUt he can't help enjoy this as well as it's a chance to take his frustrations out on things he knows will go down.

The armor pilot actually lets go of his controls as he sees the hands of his mecha finally crush under the intense pressure, and gives a wail of despair, struggling to unstrap himself. While he manages to do so, it's a mixed blessing and a curse at the same time, as his armor suddenly becomes airborne. Hurled by nothing less than the sheer epitome of brute strength and ferocity. "Aiiiie!" is his only cry as he's tossed from the cockpit alltogether, and sent hurtling for a none-too-gentle landing amidst the rubble and debris of the surrounding area. Meanwhile, the artillery droid, being one of the less intelligent of the drones, continues right on firing, it's tracers finding fur here and there, the constant spang and thud of impacting and ricocheting bullets filling the air, until the armor that's thrown towards it becomes little more than a shield, and absorbs the firepower going Kong's way. It's shooting finally stops, as it tilts back to 'watch' doom come down on it....and dosen't even give so much as a squawk as it's suddenly crushed into a metallic pancake under the sheer imensity and weight of the thrown projectile, a loud explosion going up in the process as well.

Rick grunts as he wrestles his controls, grateful for being strapped into his seat as he is right now, else his forehead would have connected with the control panel a long time ago. Something he's not all too unfamiliar with. As he careens into his opponent, he begins to drive forward, pressing the advantage of suprise as two ton hammerblows are given to the other armor's chest. At first they glance off, but slowly, the superior strength begins to show, and bit by bit, the enemy mech's chest starts to crumple under the sheer brutality of hand-to-hand combat being unleashed on it. While it is definetely going down, it's not going down fast enough for Rick's taste, punctuated as yet -another- missile volley finds his exposed back, this time actually peeling away a bit of armor plating. "Gah! Still kickin Kong but can you get that idjit off my back!?"

Overhead now, the two wasp droids seem to take a final moment to assess the situation, before peeling off to begin their attack runs, moving into a long, slow dive that will bring them gradually to their targets, and allow for sheer speed to pull them out at the last moment. Elsewhere, a low-level alarm has gone up...but the sheer size of the city does work against the defenders. Coupled of course with the horrific losses the Mavericks took in taking Robotropolis to begin with...there's manpower available, but just not in the right place at the right time.

"Yeaah baby. Can ya handle it? Just handle it!" rumbles Kong loudly as he sees the explosion light the air up. He grins abit and rubs at his jaw, actually forgetting about Rick for a brief instant. It's been so long since he's been able to actually battle and do so with at least some hope of success. He better take it while he can. Slowly the titan turns as he hears Rick and then he blinks being yanked back to the hear and now. Grunting he snarls as the missle explosion goess off again and he shields his eyes with a massive forarm from the brightness of the flare. Abruptly his attention and sensors lock onto the other artillery droid and he rumbles towards the Kodiak, "Y'got it Ricky."

Impossibly gigantic and muscled legs tense and then abruptly Kong leaps forward and into the air. Accessing his internal systems and his hydraulics and kinetic drives beginning to pump energy and power throughout his body mid leap. His huge frame seems to literally expand even more impossibly so. His gigantic a back hunches up to even more massive sizes along with his huge arms and his looming pecs while that walking beer keg of his that he calls a belly seems to expand and loom outward with even more titanic mass as if the giant is gaining two..then three..then four fold in massiveness due to the wonders of the muscle-tech that powers him. Soon his gigantic sumotori belly alone seems big enough to completely engulf the front end of a semi rig and bounce a sherman tank off of while Kong emits a loud thunderous rumble and begins to descend, gut first, towards the large -- or now relativly tiny -- gumbie. Arms spread wide and huge gut falling like an incoming meteor.

"GIGAAAATOOOON..CRUSH!!"

The remaining artillery droid begins to switch to it's own machineguns, as fresh missiles start to cycle up to the launchers once again. That's when it's light-sensitive sensors detect that indeed the very little moonlight that exists is being blocked out by something -else- right now. Slowly, almost curiously, it tilts upwards, the optics on it's 'shoulders' staring impassively at death coming down on it. For all it's worth, the droid meets it's demise with admirable calm...though it really isn't capable of anything else. With a sickening crumple of metal being crunched under massive weight, even it's stocky build is no resistance to Kong's immense body, being crushed like an accordian in the process and giving in to his girth as if it were made of little more than tinfoil. There's no explosion of missiles detonating either. They never had a chance to arm afterall...and the last electronic "BLORTCH!" from it's speakers becomes the final words it will ever manage.

Now with the droid off his back, Rick moves forward at a steady pace now, fists colliding with the other armor like battering rams, and indeed turning it into little more than a punching bag, which is quickly losing all semblence of it's original shape. In desperation, the pilot works his controls, trying a last charge on the Kodiak, in an attempt to push it back. But it's met instead by an ironlike grip, as Rick seizes each of its shoulders in monstrous hands, that crush inwards as they grip tight, then literally -tear- the opponent in half in a roar of ripping metal and cables, pulling the severed upper half of the mecha upwards and holding it aloft, while the legs simply topple back to the ground below. Without even seeming to hear the pilot's yell of frustration and fright, Rick then turns his mech, and proceeds to piledrive the remains into the ground head-first, essentially cutting off the Maverick's vocalizations.

Now the air support arrives, in the form of the two wasp-robots, that set up their strafing runs. Ironically enough, on Kong himself...who's down on the ground after squashing the artillery droid flat. Chainguns on either side of their bodies light up the air, as their mouths suddenly unleash thick streams of flame as well, their flamethrowers unleashed in the high-speed flyby.

The impact of Kong to the ground literally seems to cave the ground in for several blocks. Sinking the area into a massive crater as his even bigger body crushes the droid with an impact like a falling meteor or a minature Starhaven impact if you will. His increased size and mass from the kinetic energy and adrenaline pump within him poses a problem for a second as he cannot easily get up and he lays there for a few seconds. Several abandoned cars also gone. Flattened into non-existence from the impact of a gut big enough to now engulf the Kodiak itself and huge arms the size of the support columns from super-sized skyscrapers. Kong's huge size comes at a price however. Decreased movement for the time being. Although the muscle-tech that empowers him, refined from a similar technique on Suicide Squid, enables him to use these growth spurts for such meteor impact like moves and attacks..he's not winning any races and he's actually at the mercy of the chain guns as he begins to sit up and push up to his muscled knees. Servos whining loudly. As the machine guns riddle the area and once more thud into his armored and also beefy back he merely snickers .. until his eyes note the reflection of fire in one of the puddles nearby, "Uh oh."

The scorching flames toast alongst his back and singe fur and synth-muscle and armor. Creaping into his internal systems and flaring warning signs all over him. Ever since the accident, Kong and pure flame don't go to well together. He sneers loudly and is actually rendered helpless for the moment. Keeping his back to the flame, "Uh..a little help here!"

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Kodiak> straightens up after smashing his quarry into the ground, dust still rising from the sheer impact of such a huge body to the ground itself. A few seconds pass as it's power levels recalibrate themselves, though at Kong's sudden shout for assistance, the tiny sensor head jerks in his direction. Inside the cockpit, Rick's eyes widen as he notes his friend's predicament. "Oh sh...!" his fingers fly over the controls, opening a sequence of keys. "Hang on Kong!"

The Kodiak lurches forward, the stray flap of armor on its back that was loosened actually 'flopping' with the motion. Still, even as it moves forward, it's right arm raises yet again, and a thin nozzle extends outwards. The ride armor hasn't got alot of ranged weapons, but it still has some nevertheless, and the air between it's hand and the leadmost wasp-droid is suddenly filled with a spattering of laserfire, rising up to meet it's target.

The wasp in the front is too busy concentrating on burning Kong with it's flamethrower, noting the effect it's having, and even comes to a hover to apply more pressure. Of course, that turns it into little more than a hovering skeet, and the laser blasts suddenly tear through its delicate body with terrible ferocity, impacting on one side, and blowing right out the other, taking most of its internal circuits with them. The light in it's multifaceted eyes flickers once, then dies out, as its wings stop beating and it simply moves into a nosedive, trailing smoke until it smashes into the ground and explodes. The second wasp seems to get the hint, and thus pulls sharply out of it's attack run, literally buzzing -right- over Kong's head as it levels out, then begins to climb, trying to gain valuble height.

"Ungh..th..thanks buddy." rumbles Kong's massive voice as the hulking giant begins to press himself further up off the ground and then hops up into a standing position as the wasp pulls out of his attack run. Frowning Kong's eyes narrows his eyes and snarls deeply. Shaking his head back and forth a few times as he attempts to regather his wits. He takes a deep breath. Huge stomach tightening up and then loosening while his huge muscles shift loudly. The hydraulics far beneath his skin straining to work out the kinks caused by the heat wave they just recieved. Kong then raises his head upward and draws his hands backwards.. Emitting a roaring, "SHOOOCCKWAVE BLAST!" he claps his huge hands together. Producing a loud *TWHOOOM* and the displaced pressure of air erupting outward from him in a full fledged wave.

The force of the shockwave explodes upward, blowing windows out of the already ruined warehouses and vechicles nearest to him. The main crest of the shockwave merely continues it's devestating rush towards the wasp. Displacing smoke and debris in it's attempt to find..and flatten all in its wake.

Ever wondered what it would look like if an aircraft got caught in hurricane force winds dead on? Well now is one's chance to see it, as the Wasp tries desperately to outdistance the shockwave rushing it's way, climbing higher and higher into the sky. But it's just not fast enough, and finally, as if somebody had wound up and kicked it in the rear, the robot suddenly twists end over end, side over side, and barrel rolls, all at once, control of its flight path is all but a memory now. Not to say it dosen't try, though in truth, that just makes it worse, and even as it pulls out of the shockwave's influence, it continues to twist, roll and....fall. Until finally ending up crashing into the ground and scraping along it in a long, painful shriek of metal and sparks, ending in a hard crash into the side of a devastated building, terminating in a rather lovely display of pyrotechnics, sound and shrapnel.

Rick brings up the arm of his ride armor, pumping it in a victory gesture. "YES!" he's heard to exclaim over the darkness, lost with the feeling of the momentary victory. Of course there's still that urgency that comes with having to get the hell away from here as fast as possible.

Meanwhile, the pilot that was thrown from the cockpit of his doomed ride armor by Kong straightens up and crawls closer, cradling a laser rifle, which he lets loose suddenly at the Kodiak's frame. Big on courage, low on smarts.

At the sudden impact points of the small weapon, Rick turns the armor's sensor head to peer down at the shooter, and wastes no time in suddenly seizing him up in a giant hand. "Shaddup...." he mutters, then glances in the other's direction. "Hey Kong...." he calls out, not even waiting for an answer before he suddenly slaps the prisoner towards the Repliforcer's mammoth belly, openhanded.

Common sense seems to smack into Kong's skull now and the king colossus grunts out, "Okay..we gotta go Ricky like..NOW.. We been making lots of noise!" While granted Robotropolis is immense.. Eventually someone is going to get wind of this and frankly even Rick and Colossal can't take on an endless swarm. They may have the power and the style but they don't have the endurance. As Rick calls his name, Kong blinks and looks down towards the Kodiak, beginning to open his mouth to answer. His huge belly however has a difference idea. Ah yes, the gut. The mammoth walking beer keg as Punk referred to it. As big as Kodiak and then some, the looming beachball is slapped with a loud meaty *THWACK* followed by a hefty *Shlloomp* as the hulking mass of it reacts like a vat of jello that just had a marble fired into it. The Maverick prison slams full bore into the stomach..and literally sinks into it. The gigantic gut acting like a gigantic sea of quicksand in it's relaxed state as the Maverick begins to sink in..and in..and in from the force of Rick's belly slap. The force of it wasn't enough to kill the Maverick or damage him to much so he's still alive even as he begins to sink into the mammoth girth of the multi storied titan.

Ripples pass up and down Kong's gigantic body as the Maverick sinks in and he doesn't seem to even realize what's happened at first and looks blankly at Rick until he feels the wriggling and notes the stuck and ever sinking Maverick. "Hehehehehehehehe..hah!!" he rumbles loudly while letting the stomach do what it does best all it's own. "Tickles!"

Rick just...couldn't resist. He had the chance, and Mavericks be damned. The end of the -world- be damned, seeing this just brings it out in him, as his laughter comes right out over the loudspeakers. "Bwahahaha! Oh man that was worth every bit of it Kong! Even the couple seconds it took....though I guess we better beat feet like -now-."

For all it's worth, the pilot can only offer a muffled, "Mrrph!" as his hand is all that's sticking out now...and it wiggles pathetically.

<clap> <clap> <clap> <clap> "Impressive, gentlemen. We are are pleased by your show. And we are glad you found it worthwhile. It is always a shame for death to come to those who do not appreciate it."

From the shadowy darkness of a shattered building looms a darker, and very large shadow. The echoes of the fighting die away to near silence, only the slow, measured clapping remaining. A slight chill breeze blows through, kicking up a tiny cloud of dust from the rubble. Then the clapping stops. Silence. Pure silence.

Nails scrape across a chalkboard as actuators turn. A massive navy blue leg steps out of the darkness, crushing the severed arm of one of the Maverick armors. Coldly, the other leg steps out and crushes the head of the decimated drone, negating any chance of it's survival. The moonlight sparkles on dark armor and a shiny head - the glory that is Kaiser Sigma stands there.

"You have done exceptionally well against our forces. We thank you for weeding out the weaker and making our troops stronger." A giant hand reaches down and scoops up a bit of the armor which was blown off of the Kodiak. He tosses it up and down a little, testing the weight of it. Then, with minimal effort, he squeezes his palm and grinds the alloy into powder. Grains of sand-like metal dribble out of his fist. "Your mission here, though, befuddles us. We wish to know why you have come here, when it is so obviously folly." The Kaiser motions towards the city proper, behind Rick and Kong. "Were we not present, there is still many of our minions present to dispose of you. Did you not realize that confrontation and annihilation were inevitable?" A deep sigh comes from the reploid. "We are continously amazed at the sheer lack of intelligence displayed by the beings of this world." Then, still not waiting for an answer, he shrugs. "Perhaps this place is not worthy of our attention, after all."

But before he becomes completely lost in introspection, Sigma turns those deep blue eyes at the intruders again. "Do you have any final words before we free you from your sad existances?" The two busters begin to hum slightly, building a charge.

"I'm glad I'm a good focus fer yer amusment." rumbles Kong at Rick with a dull grin. He's /slightly/ annoyed..but..hearing Rick laugh, hearing a friend laugh..even in this place.. Brings a smile to him despite the tightness of the situation. He doesn't even seem to notice the added weight of the pilot as the poor maverick continues to literally sink in. Soon only the arm visible and then little more beyond that as the monsterous mass that is Kong continues to consume the body of the Maverick. He reaches a mammoth hand up and slaps the belly, producing a loud *THAWM* at the hit that causes the gut to lurch up and down, "Maybe Kodiak is next eh?" he begns..and then stops as he hears the clapping. Leave it to someone to ruin a time of enjoyment however brief it is. o O (I knew this would happen.) "It's the Kaiser." he snarls towards Rick as Kaiser steps out. His eyes widen as he actually does what Rick joked about earlier and gets a chance to see Kaiser Sigma upclose for the first..and hopefully the last time.. He listens and then as Kaiser Sigma speaks and offers those last words, Kong blinks a few times before rumbling out:

"Well..er..yeah I guess we do got som elast words.. RUN!!" He abruptly turns his gigantic frame around. Huge back facing Kaiser Sigma as he begins to plod as quickly as possible..which isn't /to/ fast mind you, towards the harbor. Just knowing Rick is with him. The poor Maverick pilot? Well lets just say the gumby is along for the ride for now. Entrapped in the tomb of bulk that is Kong's multi storied gut and totally forgotten about as the king gorilla moves.

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Kodiak> snaps to attention instantly, swiveling it's huge head in the direction of the voice, as Rick starts to get that sinking feeling deep inside somewhere. Still...did they have a choice? They were rather cut off for the moment...and one thing both he and Kong lack at the moment is speed to escape the likes of the regular troopers, let alone the wasps. Slowly, the Kodiak's mammoth bulk turns to face the Kaiser fully, and takes a single step back, followed by another, the dull *WHOOMS* echoing out with each footfall. Rick isn't concerned about the armor plating being crushed...it's not really the -plating- that provides the strength, but rather the superstructure itself working in tandem with it. At Kong's words, Rick certainly has no objections to that. "Guess you'll excuse us if we take a -raincheck-!" he suddenly exclaims, as the rear of the Kodiak's feet open up, revealing the tank treads within that serve in the place of dash jets. Even as the armor throws itself into reverse, going backwards -right- after Kong, it's shoulders crackle to life, unleashing a shimmering, purple energy field that entraps it's frame. Perhaps on purpose, Rick trails behind Kong just a bit, as if to ensure he draws any fire.

Kaiser Sigma cackles madly. "There remains some energy in you after all! We shall have our sport this day indeed!" The thrusters on his back ignite, lifting the Ride Armor-sized form into the sky through a building. Laughing like a complete psychopath, the Kaiser flies after both armor and reploid. The left buster fires first, a small bolt of plasma that strikes ground and kicks up a small explosion near Kong. Then the right buster fires, creating a similar explosion on their other size. Like a gunfighter in a spagetti western, Sigma fires shots on either side of his victims, always just barely missing. "Dance! Dance for me, pitiful ones! Entertain the Sigma and you may survive!"

The dictator continues to fly in a simple straight line, not attempting to evade anything. A tower full of broken power likes collides with his flying body, and snaps in half, trailing sparking wires behind him. At a key moment, however, something goes terribly wrong for the Kaiser. One of those dangling lines gets caught just right in the docks. Abruptly, he stops going forward, jerking like a dog on a leash. "Grak! What foul destiny is this that restrains us?" Turning, the Sigma Sabre lashes out, cutting the tie - but Kong and Rick have a few extra moments worth of time bought.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Colossal Kong: "Ain't that just the way? Let's get the frack outta here!"

Colossal Kong sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You got it, Ricky!"

With a low scaling hum, Rick actually -lowers- the forcefield surrounding him, continuing to go backwards as bloody fast as he can, which isn't saying much. Then again, it's -all- downhill from here, and like some sort of giant roller skater, his armor smashes through an old store front, turning it into little more than dust and plaster in his wake. "Looks like somebody up there LIKES us!" he exclaims, taking this opprotunity to raise his huge, right arm once again, and deploying what looks like a tiny launcher. "Smile for the birdy!" With that, and an all too audible *FWOOSH!* something streaks from the launcher right for the Kaiser, like a miniature rocket. Though at the very last second as it draws closer...it becomes evident that indeed it's not a rocket at all....as it simply bursts to life near the other form, turning brilliantly bright and exploding with blinding intensity, easily several times brighter than the sun itself. Rick himself is shielded by his interior monitors, and he isn't worried about Kong...since he's facing away. Or he's -supposed- to be facing away.

The titan amongst the titans here continues his plod away from the area. Using his knuckles to propel him forward and leaping literally down the slope until he reachces level ground with a loud *THOOOM* "Shuddup!" rumbles Kong sa he hears the muffled cries of the Maverick passanger he has within his belly. The wriggling fingers stuck and attempting to pull free of the mammoth girth of the gargantua. Fortunantly the guy is just a gumby pilot. Chump change to Kaiser really unlike say one of the Maverick-Propers..and once free of the danger of the Kaiser, Kong will release the poor pilot..rather forcefully. For now? This is more important. Running for your life.

Explosions riddle the ground on either side of him but like the unstoppable force the huge gorilla keeps going. Plowing through fallen walls, cars and entire buildings without any pause and not even blinking from the impacts. Very soon he reaches the docks as they weren't to far from them to begin with for this exact reason no less. With a loud roar he springs forward off of the docks and lands with a tremendous *SPLOOSH* into the water. Spraying it everywhere as he dives right into the bay and quickly his monsterous form sinks. He doesn't even bother to watch as Kaiser gets entangled in the cords though he hears what's going on and furthermore recieves that transmission from Rick. As he quickly wades and sinks further into the water the flare catches his attention and he pauses now to turn about and see where Rick is. "C'mon! We out!"

Kaiser Sigma cries in rage and surprise as the flare explodes only a short distance from his face. "YOU DARE? YOU *DARE*!" The busters start firing blindly, throwing superheated plasma all over. Even more buildings collapse (geez, gotta be running out of them by now...), and whole sections of the docks disintegrate under the random and enraged fire of the Kaiser.

"YOU SHALL DIE THE DEATHS OF A THOUSAND WORLDS! As his eyes clear, Sigma scans the area, searching... there. In the water. "We shall use your bodies for a throne! Should they remain as more than component atoms!" Both the buster arms take on a hideous crimson glow, their full strength building up.. and up. The whine of high-frequency energy mixes with the roar of jets and the pure mad glee of the Kaiser's deep voice.

"GANGWAY!" Rick bellows as he switches off the treads themselves and just moves to get the HELL out of dodge. One of those stray buster bolts screams past him at frightening velocity, just searing the right shoulder of his armor, and causing him to swallow. That was -too- close. "Sorry Kaiser! Dying ain't on my agenda today!"

And with that, he too leaps forward with the armor's powerful legs, propelling him self through mid-air and actually a respectable distance over the water itself. "Comin through Kong! Make like a crab and skitter!" With that, he hits the water with a deafening *SPLOOSH* causing his own miniature tidal wave that rocks in all directions. Already the twin turbines on the back of the Kodiak have deployed, like miniature wings in a way, and start to kick up the water in a heavy froth, now starting to sink under the surface as fast as Rick can possibly maneuver it.

Colossal Kong grunts out an answer but it's lost to the sound of the giant diving under water and beginning to kick up the speed as best he can as he hops, leaps and charges forward along the rapidly descending floor of the sea. Attempting to clear the distnace as best he can. o O (Rick if we get outta this I"m gonna kill you for talkin' me into it.) is all he thinks while continuing on his charge under water. Sinking deep into the muck and mire of the heavily polluted waters and plowing forward deeper, further and onward. He sees Rick's approach and hears the whine of the turbines as the large ride armor begins to approach his position and then he himself continues forward. Trundling on forward and downward in an attempt to clear the range of Kaiser or at least frustrate him to the point that he gives up. o O (Got to be on the move..)

Kaiser Sigma hovers over the water, watching downwards. Both busters glow there, fully charged and waiting. But below... there's no sign of either Repliforcer or Ride Armor. All that can be seen below is white-capped waves in the moonlight, and the gloom of kicked-up muck below that. "NO! WE DO NOT ACCEPT THIS!" Screaming in rage, the Kaiser simply lets loose with the full-powered buster attack, sending the shots downwards into the bay. Instantly, several hundred gallons of water become steam, and a good-sized tidal wave washes away in all directions. What's left of the closest pier splinters under the force, and a streetlamp on the nearby road is washed over. Of course, this is even *better* for those trying to escape, as the force of the wave would push them even further out to sea. But, hey, when you're a living god and angry, you don't think these things through very throughly.

Rick is jostled about in his cockpit as the water turns turbulent for a few seconds, and he's actually helped along in his flight from the shoreline, drawing deeper and deeper, until he's darn -sure- that the Kaiser is way behind. Then, and -only- then does the Kodiak finally slow, and spin just enough to face back towards Kong again. Unlike the Repliforcer, who walks along the bottom, Rick keeps the Kodiak hovering in the water, free from the rock below as it's now in one of those environments where it actually -has- some measure of agility, literally being able to 'fly' in the underwater world. Bubbles stream from it's ports as it compensates for the depths, and Rick's voice trails out over a lowkey broadband for Kong. "Hoo hoo...talk about a close one! Damn......that sure beats sitting around a table waiting for the world to end though!" Ok, so despite the fact Rick almost bought it, when dosen't he put his neck on the line? Besides...there's nothing like that pump of adrenaline through your veins after a successful mission.

And what a mission..although Kong himself isn't fully sure on the exact nature of it, the rush at having lived through /that/ is surely pumping him up even further. He'll dump the Maverick passnager of his off at the nearest island. For now? He's just glad to be alive and he rumbles across a low key broadband as he feels the force of the tidal wave closer to the surface, "You're gonna be joinin' this guy in this gut o'mine when we reach land for nearly gettin' me killed like that." He emits a dull snicker and chuckle despite himself though and then grunts out, "Let's get movin'. I think we've pushed our luck as far as it's goin' today!"