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Twila@M3 - Thursday, August 19, 1999, 9:32 PM ---------------------------------------------

=========================[ Thu Aug 19 22:33:25 1999 ]========================= <Global News Network> The regular news channels are given a small bulletin regarding an incident in London. "The terrorist organization known as the Robot Masters appear to have struck again in an incident which has baffled London authorities. In stark contrast to their usual destructive practices, a Robot Master <insert image of Enker> was witnessed breaking in on a presentation at Benvalle University concerning the recent development of plating that could contribute to the 'Super-solar energy conversion' process. Damage was limited to a hole in the ceiling, and no shots were fired as the perpetrator entered the hall from the roof, grabbed one of the students who had developed the project, and immediately vacated the area before the stunned gazes of those gathered." <an image of a young man with short cut, red hair comes up> "Chris Andrews is now missing and presumed still in the custody of the Robot Master. Authorities have advised that should anyone possess any information as to his whereabouts they immediately contact the local authorities. It is also advised that the Robot Master is considered EXTREMELY dangerous and should not be approached in any way. And now.....onto other recent events......"

Twila Peterson is staring wide-eyed at one of the monitors adjacent to the room's back, wide-eyed and trembling. After the events of the past few days she did *not* need this!

Shiru touches Twila's shoulder, "...You know this Chris fellow, Twila?"

Twila Peterson jumps slightly at the touch. She knows who it is, but her gaze never leaves the screen. "He's...Chris is my cousin..." she manages somehow.

<static, then cutting out as Enker's voice comes clear> You know who I am....you know who I possess. You will meet me at the remains of your residence......alone. Or your bloodkin shall not see the sun rise again. You have 1 hour to comply. <static>

Twila Peterson covers her hand with her mouth and stumbles back a step or two. Without waiting for a response from the reploid she turns and swiftly breaks into a run for the nearest exit...

Shiru narrows his eyes ... He's coming too, no doubt. But he'll have to be sneaky.

You enter the Entrance Foyer - RHQ. Entrance Foyer - RHQ

The large front doors slide open as you step into a massive hallway, stretching out widely in every direction. On either side of the entrance walls are black sheets of what looks to be some sort of reinforced glass lining the walls. The hallway is well lighted, and there are four security driods positioned at both the entrance to the courtyard outside and the entrance to the Main Lobby inside Repliforce Headquarters. The doors leading in are automatic and look like they can accomodate Reploids of all sizes, incuding the massive General himself.

Twila Peterson stops as soon as she realizes she's beign followed. "Shiru, you heard what he said! Back off!" And then begins again...

Main Courtyard - RHQ

This is the expansive Courtyard just outside the front entrance of the towering Headquarters of Repliforce. The Headquarters itself stretches fairly high into the sky, massive in size and bulk as the metal mostrosity looks nearly impregnable, the smooth and well designed outside concealing some very nasty weaponry within. In the courtyard, there are plants and trees growing everywhere in separate gardens, with metal walkways patterning their way around the plants and trees. The middle of the courtyard opens up into a vast and bare area before leading up a short flight of metal steps that lead inside the Headquarters. Usually, at any given time, you can find Reploids wandering the gardens, or maintenance drones taking care of anything that needs pruning or cleaning.

Shiru continues, "Try n' stop me, Twila ... I'll keep back."

Twila Peterson slows down a second time. "Shiru, I---" She cuts herself off, and finally gets an idea. "Could drop me off two blocks away?"

Shiru says, "...Whatever you want. But I'm still getting in to see what's going on. Like it or not, I'm not leaving you alone with /him/,.."

Twila Peterson nods shakily and she prepares to be picked up. "Just promise me you won't let yourself be seen. And radio for *help*. I don't care how. Just do it!" She slips him the homeing signal the gryphon gave him. "And try this to see it if works."

Shiru nods and picks Twila up, running ...

New York - Western Residential The area could be classified the Suburbs of New York City, or at least the closest there is to it. The region is made up of building after building of massive Acropolis's. Large, all- encompassing areas the serve as cities within cities, for the most part. On the roofs of them large bubbles give a view of greenery and a park within each.

Shiru drops Twila off at the indicated point, "....Be careful in there. Remember.. I'll be watching.." He whispers before jumping into an alleyway.

Twila Peterson nods quietly, not being able to offer anything much verbally at this point, and starts off towards the two blocks to her dwelling. Understandably, the young woman makes pretty good time despite her present state and is soon on the front steps of the complex. After a deep breath...she goes inside...hoping Shiru indeed calls for help as she asked...

Sycamore Apartments <SYC> Twila Peterson lives within apartment 3D. There is little to no marking on the door as you step through into the living room. The area itself is somewhat large than it had first appeared, perhaps it is decorated with precious little...except with an utter mess of debris which had, at one time, been the belonging's of the young woman. Singe and scorth marks pocket the walls and ceilings. Peices of wood and paper mix with torn fabric, stuffings, and metal along the floors as well as what remains standing of her furniture. There are some pieces or armor and shed mech fluids within some areas as well. The most eye-catching feature however is two rather large holes that had been made. One seems to cut strait from the outside, the back bedroom, onward to the living room while the second seems to have been made from the living room to the outside. Was there some kind of war fought in here?

-From Outside- Shiru positions himself on a rooftop with a vantage point that keeps him decently hidding. From there, he watches through a window ... Or the big hole in the wall, depending on what's there and what isn't. In one hand, he grips that radio.

Twila's former apartment is eerily empty ever since it was abandoned. The walls appear lifeless....the entire room having now been cleared of the wrecked furniture that was once in here. The holes are still there......though now they've been cordoned off, apparently in preperation for repairs. Even a light wind traces through.....lifting a bit of dust from the floor in a miniature dust devil.

Twila Peterson trails up the stairs, up to the remains of her old apartment which had met with some minor renovation. She doesn't notice that however until she tears off the tape and such used to blokede the front door and opens the enterance, stepping within a room she hasn't ventured into for well over a week. She silently takes in the apperance as she shuts the door behind her, making her way to the middle of the room. "Where's Chris?" she tosses to the air. Fera is within her voice. But now so is anger.

Enker's voice.....almost seems to come from in front of her......and everywhere at once. Though there is no sign of him. "In my custody....." is the frank reply. "You will return to the hallway.....and you will go to the roof....."

Twila Peterson pans her gaze around the room again, but doesn't see anyone readily. And she hears nothing but the Master's voice. Instead of verbally responding she backs up towards the way she came in. The room and makes her way to the stairway that leads to the higher levels. Mometarily the woman freezes upon reaching the door which leads out to the roof. Then, with a deep breath, she opens the door, stepping into the outside air.

With her heart racing, Twila studies the roof from her vantage point as she closes the door behind her.

Shiru continues to watch, slightly relieved that things have become easier to see. Long distance to Shiru: Twila Peterson thinks this is going to eb another of Enker's spammy nights... :)

Even as Twila steps out onto the rooftop, there's the signs of movement...followed by a rather -large- object stepping out from a raised section, that's a small rooftop garden. It looks like a gaint robot......polar bear? Indeed, that's just what it is, the massive machine glaring at Twila with twin, dark optics. Behind it....can be seen the man who was on the news earlier...tied in thick lengths of cable, his head slumped forward, as if unconscious. The robot bear shifts and moves back....apparently guarding the captive. It's then that a flash of yellow announces Enker's arrival....as he steps out from the shed, his head tilted to one side as he peers at Twila emotionlessly.

If it's at all possible, Twila's skin pales a few shades further as she catches site of her cousin. She focuses on him a few moments before addressing Enker as he makes his appearance. "Let him go!" she pleads.

Enker arches an eyebrow at Twila's plea. The Polar Bear shifts it's bulk around a bit....reaching up with one paw to bat at Chris' form lightly.....getting a groan from the young man. The Elite merely smirks just a little. "I am afraid that is quite impossible......I have plans for both him....." his gaze narrows, "and you."

Twila Peterson grunts in exasperation as well as frustraion. "Just what is it with you? Why am I on your list and now my *cousin*? What possibly are we to you?"

Enker's smirk grows somewhat. "Your bloodkin....." he motions to the restrained form of Andrew, who groans again and lifts his head, a rather nasty looking bruise on his forehead suggesting he may have had some 'force' exerted to convince him to come along. "....as you are well aware, is quite skilled in the study of electronics....and proper development of power sources. I have studied his career time extensively......"

Twila Peterson flickers a rather helpless and concerned glance towards Christopher once more before refocusing on the android before her. "Your own creator is a scientist. What do you need him for?!"

Enker's head tilts to one side. "He posesses.....knowledge that I do believe would be useful to me. Perhaps you do as well....." he makes a slow step forward, moving fully away from the garden building. "Now....you will come with me."

Twila Peterson widens her eyes as she swallows hard. "W--Where are we going?" Twila Peterson eyes the bound and gagged young man, stiffling her whimper, and the turns back to the Master. Her frame remains standing there, not moving back this time, nor moving forward.

The Polar Bear extends what appear to be a pair of 'wings', complete with jet engines attached to them. With the flight instruments warming up......the mechanical beast clamps its jaws around Chris' restraints...and leaps into the air, soaring upwards. Enker steps forward, in front of Twila, glancing down at her with a satisfied expression....of triumph. Without another word......he merely reaches downwards and grabs hold of her, sweeping her up as he bends his knees....and leaps powerfully into the air, soaring up and landing agiley on the polar bear's back....

Twila Peterson lets out a small yelp even as she's taken. But she forces herself not to fight...or struggle...least it bring danger to the other captive. As Enker lands onboard his "ride" the young woman offers him a dark look of her own, bearing a mixture of fear, anger, and hatred. "*Where* are we going?" she repeats. Though she attempts to sound demanding, it comes of rather badly due to another wave of fright which passes over her as they climb higher up.

Enker's face has switched back to his passive features.....staring ahead as he stands on the mechanimal's back with ease. Even if she had sounded totally commanding....it probably wouldn't have moved him. Even when faced with the intimidating likes of General...Enker has been known to keep as casual an air about him as any friend would to him. It seems Twila will just be seeing where they arrive.....when they get there.

Twila Peterson closes her eyes tightly as if sending a small prayer for either guidenace or protection, or both as she stays within Enker's arms until he releases her from them at the due time. Her eyes open again as she looks towards his features as if trying to dicern something from them. "You're not going to get away with this," she offers, hoping aganist hope that Shiru obtains some form of help.

New York - Business District The Business District of New York shares a trait with the rest of the city. Its continued to build up, and up some more. Few people ever even see the dirty, slum-like ground below, instead life functions off the ground. Hovercars drive by on multilevel highways, moving to the various huge Mega Corporation Complexes. In the distance the Acropolises of the suburbs can be seen, even those behemoth structures dwarfed by the office buildings of the Business District.

The Polar Bear flies easily towards the business district of New York.....and singles out a specific skyscraper.... 'Corporate Giants Inc.'. The building towers over almost everything else around it.....and the mechanimal circles around as it rises higher and higher into the sky......over 100 stories straight up....it rises past the edge of the building. That's when Enker crouches down again......and leaps. Twila Peterson holds her breath and aruptly turns away from the sight as Enker seemingly takes leave of his senses as well as his mechanical beast. But in the back of her mind, she still wonders about Mr. Andrews. If they're leaving the transport, what of him?

*WHUMP!* Enker's armored boots set down on the rooftop....and he bends his knees with the impact. As suddenly as he sets down.....he lets Twila back to her own feet, the Elite Master turning then to observe as the mechanimal comes in for a landing as well........setting Chris down unceremoniously.....much like one might drop a sack of potatoes.

Twila Peterson's attention is jarred towards the rough treatment of Andrews. As she's immediately set down she starts heading over towards his limp form, idly wondering if he's been forced to pass out from the pain he's been forced to undergo while keeping an eye on the Mater and his pet both. Enker turns around to peer at the polar bear, as it folds its 'wings' in again, and lumbers off to the middle of the roof. The altitude is so high....that there's even a rough wind blowing right now......enough to stir up traces of dust. Enker's voice however is solid enough to carry through. "There is no escape from this roof......" he breathes. "No stairs that lead to it.....no aircraft that come close to it....no way to communicate to those on the outside world."

Twila Peterson kneels her trembling form down towards her cousin, seeing that he indeed has lost consciousness. She tears a piece if her outer shirt to try and wipe some of the blood from his features even as the Elite speaks. Her hands clench themselves into fists as she gazes back up. "Why? What is it that you want...exactly?" she questions hesitantly.

Enker remains with his back to Twila for now.....and slowly leans forward, taking ahold of the edges of his helmet. Slowly.......bit by bit, it eases from it's position....and ends up in his hands. Long, black hair spills out from underneath....reaching just past his shoulders. No sooner has it been freed, than the wind picks it up....causing it to blow freely. The Elite turns then, casting his gaze upon Twila....still unspeaking, his hard eyes seeming to bore into her very soul....

Twila Peterson's own tresses of auburn are picked up with the sudden gust. Reddish locks whip about her face as her eyes are locked in with hisown. For a brief time, all she is aware of is wind itself, her cousins ragged breathing, and those eyes...those steadfast, unwavering eyes. "What...do you want...?" she asks again, only this time her voice is just above a whisper.

Enker stares back for a few moments....before finally speaking. "Your bloodkin has knowledge about this new technology.....that I will have." he says quietly. "He will co-operate....or you will suffer." the statement is made with the casualness of a passing wind......much like what causes his hair to blow. "You.....have been in Repliforce headquarters first hand...." his mouth quirks ever so slightly. ".....exactly as I wished. I will learn what you know....and what you have seen."

It would seem as if Twila's impressions that this android had actualy intended for her to go into the Repliforce base and under the care of the military unit had not been for naught. Unfortunately, she nor anyone else had seen anything such as this coming. "What...what do you mean? I don't understand," she stammers in reply. "I didn't see anything you would ---. I don't know anything of their opperations."

Enker stares back. "Whether you have or haven't....." he turns a little....to peer out at the skyline for a moment. "..will be determined over time." his tone seems almost ominous in that respect.

The young wouman's bluish-green orbs widen considerably...wondering if he actually means to keep her and her kin for an extended time or if he means something altogether differnt. "I don't know anything," she repeats stubbornly towrads the Elite who, without his armor, could be taken for any normal human being. "Please, let us go. Let both of us go."

Enker's features trace into a smirk again. "Impossible......your fate is now tied to what I extract from you....." his smirk deepens. "....and how co-operative your bloodkin is." Enker has partially disconnected.

Twila Peterson forces herself to turn away from this being, this *monster*, who stands not that far from her. Her attention is adverted by a weak moan sounding from the young man beside her. Her hands gently cradle his head as Chris's eyes open halfway, blinding looking skywards. "The others will n=know I'm gone..."

Enker's reponse to the statement is a dismissive gesture of his hand. "Irrelevant.....they will not locate you. And in the event they do......it will be far too late."

Twila Peterson slinks back slightly, left to ponder if that's a threat or promise. Continuing to rock her cousin's form gently. "What....do you mean by that?" Although, need she really ask?

A couple of men out in front of the skyscraper....on the sidewalk below are conversing, obviously loud enough for the repliforcer to hear them. "I tell you..it was a -flying- polar bear man! It went up to the roof...some yellow freak was surfing on it's back." The second mand stares back for a moment....before replying, "What the heck's wrong with you? You been into the triple X again!?"

Rock flies by on his hoverboard in plain clothes, zipping through the few people walking the streets, he's apparently having quite a good time, getting in touch with his childhood again.

Twila Peterson slinks back slightly, left to ponder if that's a threat or promise. Continuing to rock her cousin's form gently. "What....do you mean by that?" Although, need she really ask?

Rock blinks as he swings the board back around and approaches the guys, "Excuse me sirs, what was that?"

The men look over at Rock, "Get out of here you punk kid."

Rock frowns, "I'm just concerned sirs... just please could you repeat that?"

Enker turns back to face her fully. "I merely need a.....delivery, and that will be all. We will be able to......begin."

The one guy looks over at Rock, "My pal here, who apparently had a bit too much to drink, claims there's a giant polar bear on the ceiling." The other guy says, "It's true! I swear! And some little blue guy too!"

Rock blinks, and nods, "Thanks! Sorry for bothering you."

Twila Peterson does her best to hold in a shudder, not quite suceeding. "Delivery?"

Rock hopes off of his hoverboard as the men look at him strangely, he is then suddenly enveloped by a blue cylander of energy, which then dissipates a few seconds later, leaving the form of X, Maverick Hunter commander. Rock transforms into X.

One of the guys blinks, "Is that who I think it is..." The other guy responds, "I think so..." The other guy whaps him upside the head, "You mouthed off to -the- X? You idiot!"

Rock smiles at the two and shakes his head, "No worries, I didn't take offense, besides, how were you supposed to know that I wasn't some punk kid?"

The men nod sorta uncomfortably.

Rock pats one of them on the shoulder, "And thanks for the information, you two have done a great service for your safety." he hops back on the hoverboard, kicking it on as it rises up the side of the building rapidly.

Enker makes another dismissive motion. "Merely vital instruments...that will be required for extraction of information......from both of you." his eyes glint over....and he slowly replaces his helmet on his head.....his hair seeming to magically tuck back into place.

Twila Peterson moves to hold the young man, who's only a mere 4 months younger than she is herself, closer as if protectively. The journalist narrows her heated gaze towards him, saying nothing. But her gaze speakis volumes.

Rock suddenly appears over the lip of the building, hopping off his hoverboard, and regards the contents of the rooftop quickly, the first thing he notices is Twila, immediately recognizing her . o O (Boy, she sure does manage to get herself into trouble.) Secondly, he spots Enker, as he reaches for his arm to 'cock' it into his buster... that is, until the giant bear looms above him before he knows it, coming down at him with a giant fist, he spots the shadow and gulps, "Uh oh..." *CRUNCH* Rock hits the ground hard and fast, face first, and in a loud fashion, he tries to yell out in pain, but it's muffled by the 2 gallons of yummy concreate currently in his mouth.

Enker blinks, and immediately turns his gaze back, eyes narrowing as he sees the Blue Bomber....just in time to see him hit the rooftop hard. A dark grin spreads across his features, "Ah.....Rock....how decent of you to make yourself known. And I see you have already become aquianted with my pet. Doctor Wily creates masterpieces...but I could not resist adding my personal touch to this one. I do so hope you enjoy it...."

Twila Peterson and her cousin had been situated not far away from the mechanimal. It certainly comes to no suprise she readily hears it as the joints of the gigantic creature moves. Her gaze turns towards the direction to where the attack is directed towards - and where the victim of the assualt is thrown. Her lungs sharply intake a gasp of air...not able to do anything but watch.

The Polar Bear growls, moving back on all fours for a moment, blood red optics blazing as it stares at Rock. With a loud roar, it throws its head back, heaving up on it's hind legs...preparing to attack.... Rock picks himself up slowly, spiting out whatever a building is made out of these days, and scowls at Enker, "How eloquently put Enker..." he hops back, cocking his arm now that he has time, and eyes the behemoth, "I'd figure you wouldn't face me yourself, it's not like you elite masters to have any type of honor."

Enker arches an eyebrow. "Honor Rock? Why you forfeited your right to an honor duel by sneaking about.....like a common rogue." he steps back, -next- to Twila and her relative, ensuring his presence is right there. "Now.....you will see the consequences of such an action....."

The Polar Bear gives another loud roar, and heaves back down onto all fours with a heavy shudder. Almost as if following a mental command.....it lumbers forward a step...optics shimmering, then flashing brightly....letting loose with a stream of energyfire at our hero's form. The dark haired man beside Twila blinks wearily, letting out another moan. But this time his eyes come into focus....only to go back out focus quickly enough. Chrisis eyes close as he again slips back within the bliss embrace of unconsciousness.

Rock gets hit by the beam and is knocked down and skids backwards, kicking up a ditch of broken rooftop, he rubs his back as he fires off some cover fire at the bear, "Sneaking about? I barely had time to even say hello before your 'pet' attacked me."

Twila Peterson's flicker towards Enker's back and then back toward's the mech she remembers meeting the other night, reduced to an observer.

The shots blast across the bear's surface.....blackening the armor, but not seeming to penetrate through. If you thought Wily's model was sturdy......take a look after Enker's 'improvements'. "I do believe you were an unwanted intrusion...." the Elite chides calmly. "Can I help it that it is.....protective?" he asks with a small smirk. Like some sort of juggernaut, the polar bear lumbers forward, giving a loud growl as it brings back one forepaw, tipped with wicked claws that gleam in the moonlight.....then flash as they slash towards Rock.

Now however, that Enker's attention is adverted, the girl's fingers fumble towards the bonds which still envelop her cousin. She first goes towards the gag...then moves towards arms. Even if Andrews does remain unaware of what's happening, Twila can't bear to see him bound like some...animal. Rock lets out a painful cry as the claws dig into him, and falls backwards again, fluids and other vital stuff leaking out of his wounds, this polar bear seems to be making short work of the would be hero. But he doesn't give up, oh no, he picks himself up slowly, as his body begins to glow, charging some sort of attack, although in the meanwhile, he leaps over the bear, creating a blade like beam with his buster and trying to slice into his back.

Twila Peterson's is distracted by the agnonizing shout by the hunter. She turns towards Enker , forgetting her fear of him in that one brief moment, "Go short circuit yourself!"

The Polar Bear roars again...heaving upwards as the blade bites into it's back armor. The energy weapon digging in.....but not seeming to hit anything important. Another roar....and the bear's form suddenly *CRACKLES* with electricity.......coursing through it's entire body to try and buck off the would be rodeo rider. Enker's attention switches ever so slightly to Twila....then back again to the battle.....as if dismissing her as little more than an annoyance.

Rock screams out again, only this time in classic anime fashion as pain courses through his facial expressions, he lands on the ground ungracefully in a glowing heap as he continues to struggle to charge up his energy, he doesn't move tho, as he lays there, groaning a bit.

Seeming to sense the Blue Bomber's state....the Polar Bear growls....waiting right until he hits the ground. Then....it charges again, lowering it's head for a fearsome ram, augmented by the sudden, upward jerking motion of it's neck.....to give that extra lift.

Twila Peterson draws in another lungful of air as X once more meets the ground, wishing there was something she could do. But as her eyes scan her scant surroundings, she finds very little. Within her hands the cord gives way to some slack and Chris's hands fall free of the cords. The woman looks up, eyes wide, "X! Look out!" she cries in warning.

Rock is tossed into the air, oofing a he's struck and tossed and lands across the rooftop from the others, and slams into the lip of the building, he uses it to help him up as he glows quite brighter now, he smiles despite his apparent damage, "Come on you big ugly monster... this dance isn't over yet..."

Enker frowns for a moment....eyeing that glow around Rock. His tactician's mind not liking the look of this. Ignorant to such things, the bear roars, and thunders towards Rock, ready to smash him clear off the building....it's head low, optics blazing...almost on fire.

Twila Peterson glances back down as Andrew's arms roll beside to the sides of his frame. She starts working on the binding around the ankles as best as she can, keeping an eye on the battle as she does.

Rock suddenly hovers up into the air as the bear approaches as he flexes his arms, he screams out, "GRAVITY CRUSH!" and suddenly is propelled towards the bear rapidly, surrounded in energy. He crashes into the bear, in a gigantic blinding flash of light...

Rock screams out in pain as he crashes into the bear, and lands once again on the ground in a ungraceful heap, he dares to open his eyes to see if he managed to destroy the beast. Rock lets out a sigh of relief, letting the fact that enker is standing but a few paces away escape his mind for a bit, he slowly stands up, looking in horrendous shape, he turns to face Enker, and takes a few steps towards him, only to fall to one knee, almost powerless.

Enker frowns....his mouth twisting into a sneer. "Congratulations Rock...." he bites slowly.....eyeing the crater, where once a powerful mechanimal stood. His hand slowly raises....now clutching his laser pistol in hand....bringing it up in Rock's direction. "....once again you have suprised me with your resourcefulness. I assure you....it will not happen again...."

Rock looks up at Enker, with pain in his eyes, struggling to get up, "I won't... let... you hurt... her... anymore..."

As soon as the connection is made Twila immediately bends over to shield her cousin's frame, waiting for the sudden amount of gusts to subside...but grateful the debris from the mechanoid monster were not carried with the winds that passes over them. WHen Enker begins making his boast she refocuses on him, or more appropriately, his unprotected back. She looks about her in sudden frenzy. Then, in a moment of insight, she takes the cord that had once bound her cousin's wrists within her hands. Before Enker can fire the trigger she gets up and ropes the cable around his neck. Maybe not enough to hurt him...but hopefully enough to distract him. Finally, she gives the cord a good swift *yank*.

Enker's eyes widen for a moment in suprise....and his form jerks back....a little, android strength immediately counteracting her pull. His finger squeezes the trigger of his weapon in the process....a loud series of laserfire ripping forward with a sound much akin to a machinepistol. Rock momentarily forgotten.....Enker spins around blindingly fast...the cable nothing more than a string to him.....and his hand lashes out to seize Twila's neck....drawing her close, whether she likes it or not. "You.....will regret that....as you feel your vertebrae.....crush." he growls deeply.

"Guh!" is all journalist is able to manage as Enker forces her close. The cord drops from her hands as they immediately go for Enker's grip.

Rock gets hit in the shoulder by one of the stray blasts and arghs, falling back to his knee, but he thros his head up quickly, eyes widening at Enker grabbing Twila, "No... I will not let what happened to my best friend happen... to her..." he stands himself up, and takes a step forward, "This... time... you robot masters.... have gone.... TO FAR!" he picks up into a run, and throws all of his remaining energy into his dash mechanism, streakin towards enker, at the moment of impact he reaches out for Twila, trying to prevent her from taking any damage from the blow.

CRUNCH! Armored form meets armored form....in all truth Enker is too big for it to do too much damage to him. But what it does do is cause his whole frame to jerk violently forward, with an outburst, "Argh!" his grip on Twila loosens....especially so as he realizes how close he is to the edge. "No....nooooo....." finally..his fingers let go of her, as his large frame topples the rest of the way.....slipping off the edge of rooftop.....and entering freefall, his howl following after, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Rock grabs tightly on Twila's arm, pulling her in close to him as he skids to a halt, making sure she doesn't succumb to the same fate. He stands there rigidly for a little while, before collapsing to the ground, as his embrace loosens on her.

Down in the street...a large fuel truck is currently caught at the traffic light. The driver grumbling as he waits for it to change so he can make his delivery. In that strange set of fate....that tends to make innocent people glance up at a suspicious sound....the driver does so, noticing the tumbling, hurtling form. Yet again...in that strange knowledge that helps him just -know- where Enker is going to land.....his eyes widen, and he opens the door, running for his life. With an almightly shriek of metal rending metal.....the Elite Master's form plummets through the vehicle.....to the street below. It's all that's needed, as an explosion rips from the street, enough to shatter windows and send debris flying in all directions as a fireball rises 100 feet into the air. That strange bit of fate ensures that no bystanders are killed....merely a few minor injuries.

Twila Peterson stays there within her arms falling with him to her knees, trying to calm herself from her fright. Eventually her breathing slows from their hectic pace. She pulls back at the sound of the mighty explosion, daring to look over her shoulder as smoke rises from the street.

Rock lays there almost lifeless, as he opens his eyes slightly looking at Twila, "At least... you won't... have to worry... about him... anymore..."

The fireball below rolls downwards again....smoke billowing up into the sky, as a crowd of gawkers gather around the wreckage of the truck, staring quietly. Flames trickling off of it....and severe dents put into it, as well as all the spikes being broken......Enker's helmet rests on the pavement....blackened.

Twila Peterson nods rather slowly as the clouds of black rise and drift. She turns towards her cousin to make certain he's alright, and then shifts back to X. "I....thanks," but the verbal appreciation is cut short as she looks over his injuries. "I--I know something abouts mechanics..." she stutters. No, she doesn't know about robotics. But if she can help him regain enough stength to prevent his injuries from becoming life-threatening...

Rock smiles slightly, "Just let the Repliforce know..." he hands her his radio, "Use this..." Lunar Wolf luckily, is strolling down the street once more, coming back from where he went, Ryu-Ohki now happily munching on a carrot.

Twila Peterson nods in response and quickly catches on how to activate the device.

Twila Peterson radios, "Please, if anyone can hear me, I need help." Not elequent, but it gets the message across nicely.

Lunar Wolf blinks at the radio transmission, "That sounds like..." he reaches for his radio, "Ms. Peterson, is that you?"

Twila Peterson nods as she gains a response, "Lunar?" she nearly shouts. She then gains a hold of herself, "Lunar, I need help fast. It was Enker. My cousin and X are both hurt. We're at the top of one of the taller buildings in I think is the business district. There was an explosion justamomentago.We'rerightbythat.Weneedhelp..."

Lunar Wolf blinks, "Just calm down Ms. Peterson, luckily I'm in the area, I'll be right there." he looks over at Ryu, "Hold on tight little one." Ryu simply mews and digs his claws into Lunar as he suddenly leaps high into the air, grasping onto the building, and then leaping over to the next one, in a triangle jump type fashion till he reaches the top.

Twila Peterson lowers the radio, having the impression that the radio aslo acts as some dort of homing device or somesuch. "Help's on the way," she offers meekly while wiping some life-blood from X's cheek with the cuff of her sleeve. She glances back towards her cousin lying a few meeters away as he lays there.

Rock nods slightly smiling, "Thank you..."

Lunar Wolf runs over to the group the moment he hits the rooftop, Ryu-Ohki Mewing! alarmedly, and leaping off of Lunar, hopping over to Twila and Rock, even outdistancing Lunar's large strides.

Ryu looks up at Twila, then down at Rock and rubs his little head against Rock's limp arm, "Mew?" he says in a sadlike inquisitive way.

Lunar Wolf arrives next to the two and kneels down, "Oh my... what happened here?"

Rock's eyes close suddenly, as he falls unconcious from it all...

Ryu nudges rocks arm again and says sortof imperatively, "Mew! Mew!" he sighs slightly, "Meow..."

Lunar Wolf looks down at Rock, then over at Twila's cousin, then back to Twila, "We need to get these two back to the base..."

Twila Peterson watches the new arrivals, her gaze lingering a little on the smaller of the two before she explains, "Enker, he kidnapped my cousin Chris. He stated if I didn't meet up with him he'd him." She calms down for a moment. "I don't know if you can take us but one at a time or not. Take Chris back first. I think I know enough that I can at least stop X from 'bleeding' or losing more...um...fuel..." Twila Peterson doesn't know how these types of things are done but can guess. But...with no way off the building save by climbing or by air?

Lunar Wolf nods, "I'll see about your cousin, there's a hospital not but a few blocks down..." he walks over to him and picks him up gently, and heads into the roof access door, disappearing into it Lunar Wolf enters the New York - Western Downtown. Lunar Wolf has left.

Ryu-Ohki remains there, his big floppy ears laying down limp as he looks at the two sadly.

Twila Peterson starts to work on Rock's frameing in what little she knows regarding this type of thing. "Anything I do is just temporary. Hovorcars I know...not..." She sighs, more to herself than her unconscious patient or the cabbit. Her hands quickly get stained with the life- blood of rock's as she tries to place a halt on the lekage of what she would guess would be the primary systems. Twila Peterson effects partial repairs to Rock. The girl's clothing is, not suprisingly, stained as well. In fact, she sacrifices her outer shirt in order to provide makeshift bandages for the - Reploid? Android? It's always hard for her to tell. "I'm grateful you and Lunar were nearby," she says to the small mechanimal.

Rock wakes up slightly as he opens his eyes into small slits, he doesn't say anything, but manages to form a slight smile, before closing his eyes again.

Ryu nods and hops over up on Twila's shoulder, "Mew."

Snake Man arrives from the New York - Western Downtown. Snake Man has arrived.

A slight shift of movement.....in an alley near where the fuel truck exploded, still trailing smoke lazily into the sky. What was once yellow and blue polished armor plating has been burnt black.....what's left of it that is. Helmetless.....almost all of Enker's hair has been incinerated...half of his face ripped away, revealing the mechanical workings underneath. His left arm is gone..having been lost up at the shoulders...though suprisingly his lower torso is in one piece...although armor hangs off of it in strips. How he managed to crawl here with no one seeing him is a mystery. How he even survived the explosion is an even greater mystery......and can only be attributed to Wily's genius in his designs....to keep them solid, and simple.

Rock continues to lay there, at least now Twila knows he's showing some signs of life.

Snake Man is using the sewers as his own personal transportation tunnels, homing in a certain signal.

Twila Peterson briefly looks over to the cabbit, wishing she could pet him...but not wanting to dirty or mess his fur, and almost misses X's small amount of wakefulnes before continuing her efforts. "I wish I spoke cabbit," she complains dryly as she she finishes one section of the mechs form after working a short while. She then does what she can to stabilize the portion so it won't suffer further harm when Lunar returns to move him. "Hope you'll be alright," she tells Rock, regradless if she's heard or not.

Lunar Wolf returns to the area, and leaps up on the building once more, scaling it as he did before and hitting the rooftop in mere moments.

Ryu-Ohki mews happily and snugs her neck, as if to say she already does.

Twila Peterson looks over her shoulder as the wolf returns, looking somewhat soild as she does. "I don't know too much about your medicine. I just worked on the bleeding and splinting certain areas." Twila Peterson offers the cabbit a glance from the corner of her eyes, offering him a gentle nudge with her shoulder, careful to to bump him off. "Hope your right, Ryu."

Enker's form shifts just a tad.....and he rolls over onto his back.....staring straight up, at the rooftop that dominates the skyline. Metal gears grinding.....his face twists into a horrific looking sneer.....the metal skeletal structure underneath blending with the skin on his face. "Ro..ck..." his voice growls, sparks leaping from his mouth. "Y...ou....will....pay...."

Lunar Wolf nods, "You seem to have done enough the right way." he says with a reassuring smile, as he picks Rock's body up, "Let's get him back to the base. I had the hospital give you a call at the base the moment something new came up about your cousin."

Twila Peterson breaths a, "Thanks...I...thank you," almost certain the reploid wouldn't be able to take both her and Rock. Then again he might. But, X is injured. "I can wait here until you get back...if Ryu keeps me company."

Snake Man is running through the sewers, coming ever closer to Enker. Coming reasonably close to the source, he chances a peek up through a drainage grate.

Lunar Wolf nods, "Are you certain?" No need to repeat the description of Enker's condition.....it's horrible enough as it is.

Twila Peterson actually isn't, but she doesn't see any real choice. "Yeah, I'll be fine, " she assures him. "I'm not the one injured."

Enker turns his head slightly at the sight of movement. Snake Man peering out the grate that is....and he merely stares....one dead, robotic eye staring straight at the Robot Master.

Lunar Wolf nods sightly and looks down at Ryu-Ohki, "Keep a good watch over her little one." Ryu-Ohki mews! and does a salute type gesture with one of it's big floppy ears, and leaps off of Twila's shoulder, marching in front of her. Wolf smiles slightly at the little guy then disappears with Rock

Lunar Wolf enters the New York - Western Downtown. Lunar Wolf has left.

Snake Man is across the street from the alleyway. He notes the reploids and the human, squinting as he recognizes her. Glancing around in the direction of the signal, he catches Enker's eye and winces before disappearing below street level without a word.

Twila Peterson smiles as she watches the tiny cabbit march back and forth as she mipes some of the dirtiness from her hands onto her jeans. "I feel safer already."

Twila Peterson settles in her seat, just watching the cabbit as a few thoughts run through her mind.

Snake Man pushes up a manhole cover in the alleyway where Enker rests a few moments later. After checking for surprises, he pulls himself up onto the street. "What happened to you, Sssir?"

Lunar Wolf scales back up the building, and walks over to the two, releived that they're both still okay.

Enker merely stares upwards....as if not seeing the Robot Master. Though he does speak. "Another....*static* time.....now must *static*....return. Ven*static*geance......"

Twila Peterson looks over as the officer returns. "Our turn now, huh?" she asks, flickers a galnce to where Lunar had some. She saw him take the other two...but they were at least unconscious! The height somewhat...frightens her.

She didn't complain when Enker brought her up there..... Twila Peterson OOCly notes Enker wasn't scaling from a building either... BAH!

Lunar Wolf nods, and picks up Twila, cradling her in his arms, as Ryu leaps on his shoulder, bracing for the leap, "Hold on tight Ms. Peterson." he suddenly leaps over to the next building gracefully, landing as softly as possible, then walking over to the roof access door, knowing that leaping off a building probably wouldn't be good for the girls nerves.

Snake Man nods and starts to check Enker's condition for travel. He gathers up as many Enker bits as he can find and stows them away. Then he takes all the wires dangling from Enker's torso and ties them in a knot to get them out of the way. Lunar Wolf quickly decents the stairs in the building, emerging outside, and heads towards repliforce hq.

Repair Bay - RHQ This room is one of the largest in the Repliforce Headquarters, rivalled only by the Barracks, Briefing Area and Hangar Bay. This is the place where the wounded reploids come to get their parts replaced or for general tune-ups and tests. The latest technology is in evidence all around the room as programmed reploids scuttle back and forth, both on legs and some on wheels. Thre are numerous Repair beds that will enclose a reploid fully, and there are places for the larger reploids to power down until they get fixed. The room stretches out quite far in all directions, the only two exits leading out are either to the Laboratory or the hangar-bay sized doors into the hallway. The Repair Bay is extremely well lit, and has a definite antiseptic feel to it, as it is always emmaculately clean.

Lunar Wolf walks over to a bed and sets Twila down on it, "Are you injured at all?"

Rock groans a bit as some medics work on him.

Lunar Wolf looks over at Rock as he gets worked on, "An amazing peice of work he is..." he chuckles, "It's strange to think that in a way, he's my great grandfather."

Twila Peterson shakes her head as shde hoists herself into a seated position. "No...leastways, I don't think so." Although if it hadn't been for X, she more than likely would have had a very, very broken neck. "Just a bit shaken, and...a bit messed up." She glances over to the "hero's" reserved table "How's X fairing?" Twila Peterson blinkblinks and turns back to Luner as they seem to speak at the smae time. "Great....grandfather?"

Lunar Wolf says, "He looks like he'll pull through, he's been through worse I'm sure. It's amazing, he was one of the very first androids built. And yet, he still runs around as if he was a young kid. It's admirable."

Twila Peterson glances at her hands...wonering idly if there's something she can clean them with. She forces a small grin, "What's the saying? 'You're only as old as you feel?'"

Lunar Wolf chuckles, "I guess that's true." he notices her looking at her hands, and points her towards a door on the side, "Through there is a shower room for human females, if you wish to clean up, there's also some robes in there as well so you can get out of those dirty clothes, and then at your leisure you can go change in my quarters.

Twila Peterson just...blinks at him. "Sure...no one will mind me going around the base in...just a robe?"

Lunar Wolf laughs, "It's a medical robe, the type that are anything but revealing I assure you."

Twila Peterson mutters something under her breath and jumps off of the table. "Well...I don't think this will take too long. Usually always take 5 minutes max anyway. Uh...I guess I'll see you in a few...then..."

Lunar Wolf smiles, "take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

Rock isn't either, for that matter. Twila Peterson didn't think Rock would...with innards everywhere

The MUSH cuts to a commercial break, seeing as how this is a PG-13 mush at worst, and frankly, I doubt both players have any interest in gratuitious shower scene RP.

Twila Peterson tosses a small wave to the wolf with her stained hand and disappears within the small chambers he indicated. It's a bit more like 15 minutes before she images again within those oh-so-nice- and-lovely hospital robes that, as Lunar promised, are anything but revealing, while hospital type "booties" adorne her feet. Her lengthy hair has been dried a bit by the dryers inside the room, but remains stubbornly damp somewhat. Her clothes are carried in a sack to be tended to later.

Lunar Wolf smirks as Twila returns, "As I said." he says pointing to the robe, "I've seen General in skimpier outfits." he muses.

Twila Peterson heads back over to where she left Lunar and hopes on the next clean medtable...seeing as how her jeans left a little bit of stickiness from Rock's fluids where she was placed. She looks down at herself at the jab and hmphs. "Didn't even know he *was* able to show off anything in skimpy outfits."

Lunar Wolf shudders, "Oh, he's tried before." he jokes.

Ryu-Ohki covers his eyes with his paws at the bad joke.

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow, not knowing why she doesn't exactly believe that. "Uh, huh." She settles herself on the medbed, grateful she at least feels a bit better now...physically anyway. "Enker was the reason for the big explosion by the building. You think...this is over now?" she questions hesitantly.

Lunar Wolf shrugs, "Only time will tell..." something his 'father' always said to him, he never really knew the full meaning to it until a few months ago, now somewhat confident in using it in conversation.

Twila Peterson asks, "Then, I'm still staying here for the time being? I don't mean to impose."

Rock groans a bit more, not at Lunar's joke however, but as the medics finish up on him, one is heard telling him that he needs to stay in the medbay for at least a day before returning to Hunter HQ, he nods to him and swings his legs around a bit, and sits up, slowly pushing himself off the table, and phasing out his armor, and into his casual clothes.

Lunar Wolf shakes his head, "It's no imposure. I told you that you may stay as long as you like, whatever makes you feel more comfortable and safe is fine with me."

Ryu-Ohki hops into Twila's lap and mews! Snuggling up to her.

Lunar Wolf blinks as Rock is already up and about, "Amazing" he quips to himself quietly.

Rock walks over to the other two slowly, still a little stiff and flashes a bright smile, "Hello again Commander Wolf." he nods in respect, then turns to Twila, "It's good to see you're alright... I was really worried." He talks as if he hadn't just been on the verge of death himself.

Twila Peterson nods grately to the reploid, but is cut short as a certain cabbit offers her some needed affection. She pets the animal gently as she shifts her position to make have lap more comfortable for the cabbit. "How..." she asks the patient, "are you feeling?"

Lunar Wolf just stands there, a bit flabbergasted, bowing slightly in return, "Hello to you as well Commander X."

Rock smiles at Lunar, "Call me Rock, please, and drop the commander rubbish." He turns back to Twila, "I'm a bit stiff, but I'll be fine, I'm more concerned over how you and the other person with you was doing."

Lunar Wolf nods, still a bit taken back at Rock's demeanour.

Ryu-Ohki perks up, "mew!"

Rock looks down at the cabbit, as his eyes go wide, "How adorable!" he reaches out and pets Ryu lightly on the head, to which the cabbit replies with a happy mew!

Lunar Wolf . o O (Quite a popular one my pet is.)

Rock . o O (I know I've seen that thing before... oh yeah, that's the cabbit that killed the search snake a few days ago.. now I remember)

Twila Peterson looks back down at the mechanimal, lowering her legs so Rock could pet him more easily. "I don't know. Chris, my cousin who was the other person, was roughed up pretty badly. I haven't heard anything yet. I just hope it's not too serious."

Rock nods, "Well let's hope for the best." he smiles.

Lunar Wolf nods, "Indeed. The doctors said that it wasn't anything dangerously fatal. So I'm anticipating the best as well."

Twila Peterson sighs in relief to the news. Towards Rock she nods in like. "Thank you for coming along when you did. Any sooner and the delivery Enker spoke of probably would have arrived...whatever it was he ment by that."

Lunar Wolf hrms and checks his chronometer, "Well, I am in need of a rest cycle, if you two will excuse me." he pauses and adds, "My room is still prepared for you Ms. Peterson, I'll be on the couch as usual."

Rock nods to Lunar, "Of course." he replies, then looks over at Twila, waving his hand dismissively, "No need to thank me, I'm just glad I could help out."

Twila Peterson smiles towards the wolf and offers a mock salute. "Ever the gentlemen. My thanks, Lunar."

Lunar Wolf smiles, "I trust Ryu-Ohki will want to stay with you." Ryu-Ohki gives a little nod and mews at Lunar as to remind him that he isn't completely forgotten. Lunar turns around and walks out. Lunar Wolf has left.

Rock transforms into Casual Rock. Rock hops up on a table across from Twila and hrms, "Well, at least this means you won't have to worry about Enker... at the very least for the next few days, and hopefully forever..." Rock hrms, "Do you still have that radio I gave you earlier?"

Twila Peterson turns back towards Rock with a blink as Lunar returns to the quarters. "Well, you're being thanks anyway whether there's a need or not." She tilts her head to the side. "I noticed that about you. You always seem helpful." She stops as he jumps to be more her eye level. She nods in answer to the question. "Yeah. I have it here," she pulls out a smaller bag from the sack with her clothes. The radio was placed seperately so it wouldn't get soild. She takes it out of the bag and offers it to him. "I didn't want it to get dirty."

Rock shakes his head, "Keep it, it's got our frequency on it. If you're ever in trouble again, just use it to call me for help and I'll be there ASAP."

Channel a set to frequency 1122.

Rock smiles, "That's my personal frequency for my brother and family memebers, but never be afraid to use it to call me for help."

Twila Peterson eyes the radio and sets it on the channel which was indicated. "I...don't know how to...um...well, I guess I have been getting into a bit of trouble lately."

Rock smiles, "Eh, not anymore than most people."

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow out that. "Most people didn't have a Robot Master who happened to be trailing them...or...expect them to act as some type of informant."

Rock nods, "Well, I'm going to make sure that that isn't the case anymore."

Twila Peterson blinks, "How?"

Rock points to the radio, "Like I said, if you need anything, just let me know, heck, if you just need someone to talk to feel free to yammer on it." He smiles again, "I'm not fond of people I like being stalked by creepy robot masters."

Twila Peterson looks back up again, a confused expression on her features. :That's...nice of you to say. But...you hardly even know me."

Rock shrugs, "I know you well enough to know that you don't deserve to be treated like some toy by a cocky elite master." Rock folds his arms, "No one deserves to be mistreated in anyway, for any reason."

Ryu-Ohki nods, "MEW!"

Rock smiles at the cabbit.

Twila Peterson also glances down at the little one. "I guess that makes all three of us, Ryu," she states with a smile. She then looks back to Rock, not really knowing to much about him other than what she's seen personally or heard on the news. As she scratches behind the cabbit's ear she asks, "I'll be certain to use the radio when needed. How did you happen by our situation?" Needed, or wanted, Twila mentally notes. After moving to a large city and have all *this* fall in her lap soon after the move...an extra friend wouldn't hurt.

Rock erms and rubs the back of his head, "Well uhm..." he chuckles, "I was sorta out riding my hoverboard for fun..." he smiles sheepishly, feeling foolish, "It was really just dumb luck that I chose that time to be in the area hot dogging it on my hoverboard, despite Dad getting onto me about riding it earlier today."

A glint of amusement can possibly be seen within twil's blueish-green orbs. Why would he be upset about you hoverboarding...unless it was someplace with more...'obsticles'?"

Rock heehees, "Well erm... earlier today I sorta... bumped into him.."

Twila Peterson feigns mock horror. "You didn't." She can already tell by Rock's tone his father, Dr. Light, must not have really been hurt.

Rock erms and shuffles his feet slightly, "Well, yeah.. I did... he was alright tho... but boy was he steamed." he chuckles, "Then he had me help out this crazy wacked out Repliforce girl, who put a hologram of a miniskirt and a halter top on me." he shudders, "Dad's malicious like that." he smiles.

Twila Peterson just looks at Rock a bit strangly now. "Some kind of a payback I take it? Hmm...hope they were spring colors," she lightly teases.

Rock laughs! "I didn't take the time to notice, I swear I leaped back at least 10 feet the momemt she did it."

Amazing how Rock can go from strong, unwavering, military commander X, to young, innocent Rock, perhaps this is what Lunar truely was envious of.

Twila Peterson lets out a few giggles of her own, greatful to be able to relieve some tension of her own she had been feeling. "Just don't let them try out the nail polish or make up." She covers her hand with her mouth...but even still some small noises emitting from behing. Perhaps so. The change hasn't gone unnoticed by Twila either.

Rock gives Twila a playful stern look then quickly eases it to a gentle smile, "Oh I don't know, I think I might look good with the right shade of blue to match my armor." he chuckles.

The woman makes a face at the thought of that. "No way. Go with one of the natural colors," she suggests with a wink. Her giggles settle down to where they're stiffled or simply no longer heard. "Thanks. I needed a good laugh."

Rock smiles, "Well I'm glad I could help, you looked like you needed one, and to be honest, so did I."

Twila Peterson rests a hand on the cabbit's back, nestling it among the animal's fur. "I guess we all do from time to time. I'm glad you'll be all right. You...took some pretty hard hits."

Rock laughs and waves dismissive hand, "Oh, please, it was nothing. Like I said, I was just glad I was there to help you out when you needed it." Rock pauses for a bit too look off, "I've already lost my best friend in a similiar way." he sighs, "I wasn't about to let it happen again."

'And so repeats the line of the humble hero,' Twila notes to herself, but not unkindly. She pauses as he admits the later. "Zero?" she questions?

Rock nods as he heaves a sigh, "I guess word gets around quick." Rock turns to look at Twila and tries to smile for her tho, "But... we'll get him back, I'm sure." Rock half-smirks, "If I know Zero, he's still chomping at the bit giving them hell and highwater in Skull Fortress."

Twila Peterson replies, "I heard from Iris as she was heading further into the base eailer," before adding to his comments, "I'm sure you'll get him back. He was the other one who helped me and my friend the other day wasn't he? I knew the name sounded familiar." *pause* "Skull Fortress?"

Rock nods, "He's the cute blond one." He smirks, "Skull Fortress is Wily's base, we've got no idea where it is, at least currently."

Twila Peterson offers a, "I...guess I should do some homework on this if I'll be around this place for a bit longer. I'm a little *out-of-step* so to speak I think."

Rock smiles, "I'm sure Commander Wolf will be happy to help you out around here, seems like he already has been. He's a nice guy, just wish he'd open up a bit more, seems like somethings holding him back."

Twila Peterson hasn't seen it that way but then...she's not a mech either. "He is. he's been letting me stay in his quarters since I've been here. He does seem a tad reserved, But I think he would have his reasons. I guess being in a war does that to some people. Everyone handles it in their own way."

Rock nods, and sighs, "I miss the days before all this started... back when Dr. Wily was a good guy, and the term maverick was only found in the dictionary as a synonym for irregular or different."

Twila Peterson asks, "What...exactly happened? I mena...I heard stories and all..."

Rock shrugs, "I still don't know to this day, something just snapped in his head... he got jealous of dad I guess..."

Twila Peterson only knows it happened when she was a little over 10 yrs old., not the age to be too concerned over something that would have global impact. "I guess I wasn't old enough to really be too concerned at the time. And then dad, my dad, kinda started in the the big0time sheltering. Guess he kinda had an idea of what was coming."

Rock nods, "Probably smart of him, must've been intuition or whatever it is that you humans seem to have such a good knack for."

Twila Peterson casts her gaze towards the floor, troubled. "I suppose. But it ended getting him and mom killed eventually."

Rock blinks, and erks, "I'm sorry..."

Twila Peterson offers little Ryu another stroke along his back. "You didn't say anything wrong."

Rock shakes his head, "No... I shouldn't have kept pushing the conversation in that direction..."

Twila Peterson lifts her chin, regarding rock with a slight tilt of the head. "How could you have pushed when I was the one who asked?"

Rock shrugs, "I dunno, I just feel bad... I'm sorry."

Twila Peterson shakes her head, her now dry tresses bouncing lightly against her shoulders with the movement. "Don't be. And no need for you to apologize either. You have nothing to apologize for." She draws a breath. "Something that several happened years ago anyway."

Rock nods, "Okay..." he struggles for something to say to cut the silence, and is saved by Ryu who looks up at Twila and snuggles up to her again, "Mew!" and then he points a little paw at Rock, "Meow?"

You paged Rock with 'Ok, what's the lil guy trying to say? :)'. From afar, Rock dunnos :D You paged Rock with 'Feh...some help you are... ;)'.

Twila Peterson forces a giggle at that and offers the cabbit a snuggle. she decides to change the subjest. "So...any other hobbies besides playing Superhero amd hoverboarding?"

Rock smiles, "Superhero? Heh, I wouldn't go -that- far." he sorta boggles at the cabbit, wondering what he's trying to say, "Eh, well, there's a lot of stuff I like, there's not much I won't try, and i'll do it twice if I like it." he smiles.

Twila Peterson hmms. "What kind of stuff?" she questions, eyeing the cabbit and scratching a little behing his ear.

Rock shrugs, "Anything that's either a. relaxing or b. fun, and at the best c. all of the above." he grins.

Twila Peterson oooookies to self with a lopsided grin. "You do realize that narrows it down."

Rock ohs and heehees, "Sorry, yeah, that wasn't very specific was it."

Twila Peterson merely grins, letting that answer for her.

Rock says, "Well, I'm a bit of a mallrat when i'm in the right mood, I'm no power shopper, but it's nice to go out and mingle with people sometimes, just slow down and realize just how miniscule we are in the big picture." Rock smiles, "I also love the beach, day or night, either way it's really relaxing." he suddenly hops off the bench and is surrounded in that blue energy cylander, and is suddenly in a pair of surfer shorts and a pair of sunglasses, "Heh, I never leave home without em." he then quickly switches back to his casual clothes.

Twila Peterson notes idly, "Being out within any large city would be able to do that actually. You get to go out alot and 'mingle'?" before he does his...um...whatever it is. "How...do you do that?"

Rock smiles, "It's just something that was built into me, I can summon my armor and a few sets of clothing from subspace." Rock says, "The blue energy cylander that surrounds me is the transfer taking place."

Twila Peterson blinks as she digests that. "Guess...that leaves more room within your pant pockets..." she says before adding, "Everyone has their own way of relaxing. I don't blame you one bit for your choices."

Rock smiles at the first comment and nods to the second, "Yeah, I've got a few more things I do, like go out to the park and play with Rush, and whatnot, but I don't want to talk your ear off."

Twila Peterson comments, stuffling a yawn. Not from boredom. (Not from that) But from emotional and physical exhaustion, "I don't mind. Rush?"

Rock nods, "He's my dog." he smiles, "I love him to death, Dad built him for me not too long after I got rebuilt into Megaman."

Twila Peterson shifts her weight a little, feeling a more of her fatigue now that things seemed to have calmed down a bit. "That was nice of him. I...had a cocker spaniel once awhile back." She knows how special pets can be, her thoughts remind her as she offers the cabbit another tiny snuggle

Ryu mews happily!

Rock nods, "It sounds as if you don't have him anymore." Rock says, "If so, I'm sorry again for bringing up a delicate subject..."

Twila Peterson refrains from rolling her eyes already. Even so, despite the conversation she can't help but fine the repliod someone humorous. "Rock, stop apolologizing. Don't feel as if you have to walk on eggshells here. I'm not like that." After a pause she comments, "What's happened recently just happened to bring some things closer to the surface for me. You have no hand in it."

Rock nods, and says, "I'm sor... er, uhm..." he rubs the back of his head, "I understand." Yeah, that's the ticket Rock... you big dumb goofball. He smiles at Twila, noticing her looking rather tired, "You probably oughta get some sleep." Ryu yawns as well in his cute little way, "I don't wanna keep you up all night after the night you've had."

Twila Peterson agrees with the wise suggestion. She carefully slips herself off of the medtable and stands on the floor. After hooking her arm the the handles she holds out her hands to the cabbit. "That's a good idea. I am a bit exhausted. You...get some rest too, alright?"

Rock nods and smiles giving the victory symbol, "Doctor's orders!" he smiles. o O (You are soooo lame Rock...)

Ryu burries his face in Twila's arms, the bad jokes never stop.

If Rock is being lame Twila at least as he courtosy not to comment on it. She instead holds Ryu close and offers the animal a tiny kiss in the top of his head, before looking to X. "Save that for someone who actually has a medical degree. Take care of yourself, ok?" she asks in sincerity, turning to leave.

Rock nods, "You too!" he says as he climbs up on his medtable . o O (Well now that we've managed to securely implant in her head how much of a moron we are.)

Twila Peterson starts off towards the enterance with a quiet sigh. With a final glance she looks back ofer towards Rock and his table, "And don't worry yourself so much. You'll end up getting gray before your 'dad' has a chance to change your hair color."

Rock smiles, "Will do." he pauses, "Thanks for talking with me." Rock turns to look at Twila, "I really enjoyed it."

Twila Peterson nods towards the reploid as she pauses. "So...did I. You're nice to talk to. Catch ya later?"

Rock nods, "Most definately." he says with a smile.

Twila Peterson would offer a wave. But she can't, so she doesn't. She simply offers smile in return and disappears back into the outer corridore.

Rock is laying on the medtable, apparently sleeping.

Twila Peterson ventures into the medical facility after a Repliforcer was kind enough to escort her down into the area. She enters the area where the patients are housed and nears a medtable in particular, not suprised the one who she came to see is still resting. He was fairly well beat up the other night. So, why shouldn't he be? At any rate, she notices some of the blanket he was given had slipped. She reaches over quietly to pull it back up before moving away. Best let him sleep.

Rock opens his eyes a bit as he feels someone move his blanket and peers at Twila, smiling, "Hello." he says wearily.

Twila Peterson ohs in some embarassment as she returns the smile. "I didn't mean to wake you. How are you feeling?" Other than a tad overly tired.

Rock giggles, "Oh I'm fine, and don't worry about waking me, I probably oughta be getting up soon anyhow, I'm sure the guys need me back at the base soon."

Twila Peterson nods in acknowlegement. "Just so long as you get the rest you need. Know several reploids as being bad patients. Of course," she adds, "you're talking to a human who doesn't know much about reploid recovery time either."

Rock smiles, "I promise I won't leave till the doctors say I'm ready."

Twila Peterson sighs in relief. At least he's not a bad a patient as some. "Anything you need at the moment?"

Rock smiles, "No, I'm fine." he pauses, "It's really nice to see you again." Rock . o O (You are so lame Rock.)

Twila Peterson replies, "I just wanted to see how you were were doing." She studdies him quietly with a concerned eye. "I think I should go now, tho. You look as if you should rest a little more."

Rock smiles with a innocent smile, "Kay..." he pauses again, as if trying to look for something say, but just manages to spout out, "Thanks for coming to see me."

Twila Peterson nods quietly, wanting to thank him for risking himself last night to spare both her and her cousin their deaths. But she somehow knows it would simply be dismissed. So, she doesn't. "You're very welcome," she grins, before turning again for the medbay's enterance. "Take care of yourself. See you later."

Rock nods, as he tucks himself in, "Definately."