<Zero and Michael's POV...>

<Global News Network> News Flash - Midwest: In a must disturbing turn of events, 3 robot masters have began an attack on the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleaveland. Though their Identities have not been confirmed, they have already caused damage to some pricless artifacts as well as injury to several visitors still in the area. We realize Clevland is a dirty city with nothing to offer really, but we urge any heros to come out and stop these villans, please.

<Global News Network> A fairly young, dark haired woman appears on the screen after a few bars of static and such push it's way through which ever program that previously held the airwaves, looking a bit fearful from the news she's just received. She taps the microphone on her ear once or twice before beginning with whatever she has to offer. "This just in, live feed from downtown Moscow:" The screen blitzes once again, until replaced by the image of a swirling cloud of fog. The cloud subsides, only to be replaced, at a distance, by the gargantuan frame of a reploid, cast in a silohuette from the fleeting moon light. Hefting its titanic arms into the skies, a tussle seems to make way, but it is quickly ended as the monster lobs whatever it hand in its grasp into the screen of the camera, shattering its screen. The image regains its composure, only to be covered in a tint of crimson, and the layout of the area can be clearly seen. Blood stains the complex, nearly every inch; splattered, smeared, and still quite fresh. Bodies of humans lay strewn about in positions unimaginable, and the towering beast continues its rampage amongst blaster fire and cries of pain.

Ballade shakes his head, making his way to a diamond encrusted Guitar. "No... steal the valuable stuff, Blizzard." He tucks the Guitar away, looking up at a nearby monitor and the other news report. "That will deplete the good guy quotient we get."

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> roars into the area, jets flaring behind the towering Ride Armor.

Blizzard Man nods and staggers about..."Ok..." He randomly grabs items of more and less importance. "Wow...What a find...This'll have to go over the iceplace...Ooh....Major collectors' item." He looks around and then hears that roaring of jet engines. "Oh no..." He looks out the hole he made...He blinks, "Shall I engage?"

Star Man floats down to the ground again, and grabs three Metallica guitars all at once, his eyes all large and teary filled with joy. "Whoa, what a stash! He throws them ovre his back as he hears the Hunters arrive, "Oh man, what is up with these party crashing ugly dudes?! Gotta talk with, like, security about this!"

Zero comes charging into the area, not far behind the Albatross. His eyes dart here and there, specifically spying the building that's being attacked. He sneers and shifts course, heading directly for it with blue energy spewing from his boots to speed up the sprint. His hair flows behind him like a true river of gold. That crimson armor -- The hair, even the expression. It's obvious to anybody with any relative sense as to who this is and there's no doubt that any glancing Masters will recognize him immediately. Ironically, instead of Moscow getting the powerful units, the Masters, in their luck, get the Hunter XO and a flying Ride Armor.

As the Berserker nears the Hall o' Fame, he bellows a war cry which, to most, translates to: Everybody out've the pool! It's his way of attracting attention and striking fear without raising a finger.

Ballade steps up behind the other two Masters, "We are security." He gazes at the Rider Armor for a minute. .oO(That's it? Can't be... unless I'm losing my touch...)Oo. It's about this time that Zero begins leaping into the HoF. .oO(Ah, that's more like it.)Oo. "Blizzard, Star Man, engage the ride armor." Ballade takes a few steps back, wordlessly eyeing Zero. He doesn't have to state his intentions or what he plans to do. If Zero doesn't understand that, then he doesn't deserve the XO position he holds.

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> lands with a flurry of sparks, the eyes of the suited man inside going blank as he sets himself into his battle-mindset, the weapons of the Albatross II charging with an audible hum. With a sharp whine, the audios kick in. "Step away from the music, Robot Masters, or I will be forced to open fire."

Star Man exclaims, "DUDE! I AM the Music! How can I step away from myself, like, that makes no sense dude!"

Blizzard Man looks at the Albatross. "You're kidding right? We're paying for this stuff." He smirks, "On his credit as a member of this fine institution." He jerks a finger at Star. "Or would you damage all this legendary music? I don't think that you will. You know why? Because, there is nothing more valuable to you than legends." Blizz is so sure of himself isn't he? Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> rises, and the pilot doesn't smirk, but you can hear it in his voice. "I'll risk it, Robot Master." The jets on the back of the Ride Armor flare, and it dashes forward at high speed, the pilot deftly turning and trying to slam one leg of the armor into the ski-bound Robot Master.

Zero narrows his eyes as he notices Ballade. In fact, he just 'happens' to over hear the order. Hey, suits him juuuuuust fine! Charging forth, he shifts, kicking off a convinent rock structure and goes soaring toward Wily's personal body guard. He lands a respectable, depending upon your definition thereof, distance from Ballade and shifts into a stiff posture. His arms rise, folding over his chest as he regards the Master before him with a smirk, "Well, well, well... Ballade, isn't it? From what I hear, you wait on the Old Man hand and foot. Tell me, ever given 'em a sponge bath?" The smirk grows as he inquires further, "And if so, did he program you to enjoy it? Y'know, service with a smile?" It's blatantly obvious that he's trying to antagonize Ballade. The smirk, the glint in his eyes and even the very way that he stands gives that away.

Blizzard Man looks at Albatross, "You wouldn't...." *SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG* Blizz's frame is slid along and otherwise slammed by the ride armor..."Or maybe you would..." He slams into a wall and groans a few moments...Then rolls up into a ball and then power rolls at Albatross, "...In which case, I congratulate you for your anti-sentimentalism!" His hope being that he slams back just as hard. Star Man looks in shock as Blizzard Man is ran over, but manages to rebound and hit the armor back. "Dudes, what a stage show! I should have brought the cam corder for the Doc Dude to see this, he'd love it!" He tries to gain a bead on the armor as he retracts his left hand and brings out the weapon arm tip. "But its time for the final encore, dude!"

Ballade isn't fazed by the comments. Course, Hell itself wouldn't faze this guy. The Elite remains still for a brief few moments before he quickly and gracefully raises his right arm towards the Beserker. Not the quick snapping up of a weapon like most others, Ballade's movement's almost seem gentle. As his arm sweeps upwards several balls of superheated plasma are shot rappidly from the arm mounted weapon. Ballade says nothing as he strikes out, actions worth 1000 words and all that.

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> is slammed from both sides, jets flaring as he rises into the air, legs taking the brunt of the first salvo of attacks. Grimacing, the human makes a decision, swiveling at letting a rocket loose at Star Man, the self-guided device flaring and trailing off towards its target as Mike gains some altitude.

Star Man whoas as he sees the big boomstick launch itself at him. He floats up as quick as he can, letting the Astro Crush arund him act like a chaff device, knocking the rocket off target enough to miss him. "Dude! Totally, totally un-schway! I'll have to ask you to please leave the concert now, dude!

Zero is, as could be expected, due for a bit of hurting after a comment like that. Thus, Ballade pelts him with several of the plasma volleys before he manages to duck aside. Smoking from the impacts, he snarls and flexes his fingers, "Well now, /Ballade/, you've damn well gone and made a big mistake, haven't you?" He gets back to full height, arrogantly swiping his hand to the side, "Heh, but we'll worry about all of that once I've taken you apart. Maybe I can haul you back to HQ and Light can use you to finish his little toaster." A malicious glint can be seen in his eye, likewise showing in the smirk that has now become a bloodthirsty grin, "Prepare yourself for one hell of a beat down... Zero style!" Swinging both arms down, he dashes toward Ballade, energy spewing from his boots, and launches himself in the air.

Arm jerking up, he draws his infamous Z-Saber. As it disconnects from its sheath, energy spews from the depths of the hilt and he swings it down toward Ballade. The blade arcs, creating quite a magnificent sight for any that bother to stop and watch. Like Ballade, his movements are almost shockingly graceful in combat ...

You strike Ballade with your Zero Sabre attack.

Blizzard Man rebounds off the ride armor and then lands...On his snowboard. "Wow...That's pretty tough..." He snaps his hands and suddenly his ski poles are armed. "So, tell me, do you like shishkebobs?" He smirks and charges forward again, leaping to catch Albatross, "Oh, and DON'T MESS WITH MY BROTHERS!" He slashes, and spears...Like the rabid, angry pitbull he is.

Star Man levels his arm at the armor again, and lets out a series of light bolts, streaking through the air. "Laser show!"

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> shudders with the onslaught, turning to face Star Man more directly. He's doing more damage, as the Ride Armor is quickly beginning to show. Mike flips a few switches, and with a sudden flare, the headlights on the armor strobe on, hopefully disorienting the quote-minded foe.

Blizzard Man stares at the blankness of the attack. "Oh sure, I tell you not to do something and you do it. What are you? A baby?" He snaps his fingers and suddenly shurikens shaped like snowflakes appear in hand. "Maybe this will teach you not to disobey me." He adds in a whisper, 'I hope...' Then he starts flinging the stars.

Star Man acks! "Dude! My eyes! NOOOOO! I can't see my guitar! Most totally bogus! I can't be blind! How am I going to look at Mimi or write her my song! NOOOOO!" He flails about blindly, flinging his arms around looking to punch armor which is not there.

As Zero streaks forward, two long blades fold out of Ballade's arms a la Gundam HeavyArms. Wehn the Beserker strikes out with his Beam Sabre, The elite bring his arms up, hoping to block the blade, or atleast absorb some of the damage. How wrong he is. Ballade misjudges Zero's strike and is sent sailing into a nearby show case on Van Halen. Staggering to his feet, Ballade raises both of his arms towards the Maverick Hunter, saying in a suprisinly serious tone. "You'd be suprised how regal Wily looks naked." Well, Zero had to ask, didn't he? The Bodyguard then blankets the area in plasma pelets from his guns. Ballade strikes you with his Dual Plasma Blasters for 24 units of damage.

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> shakes, two of the floodlights shattering as the armor is peppered with ice-born attacks. He's getting hit badly. He can do one of two things: attack the immediate threat, or go for the sure thing. Mike prioritizes... better the enemy who can't fight back. A targeting laser flips on for a split second, and Mike snarls, looking at Blizzard Man. "Back off... or you'll get this next... WANDERING LASER!" An arcing beam of energy flashes out from the Ride Armor, sweeping across the stunned Star Man.

Blizzard Man stops his attack...Not because Mike says so...But because of what Ballade said. "..." He then looks back at the Albatross. "Yeah right." He pops open his arm cannon and unfurls a blurred flurry of snowballs. "HOPE YOU LIKE SNOWCONES! OR MAYBE, SNOWBALL CANNON!" He cackles as the snowballs fly forth.

Star Man manages to clear his eyes and take a look out at the world again... and then gets sliced up HARD by the laser shots! "Whoa, dude! UnUnUnschway, like, totally!" He ends up flipping over a few times and hitting the wall behind him, but the Astro Crush does manage to break his fall a lil' bit. He stes his jaw, angry now, "Dude, for that, I am so totally sorry to say that you are going to have to go down! METEOR SHOWER, DUDE!"

Zero staggers back several feet after being nailed multiple times by Ballade. He doesn't look all that happy after that, smoke pouring from his chest, but that's probably not what's bothering him so badly. More likely, his comment about Wily has left him disturbed in ways that most people just wouldn't understand, "...I don't feel sorry for many people, Ballade, but I think I'm just gonna haveta /kill/ you for that comment. Even I can't let you live this way!" His tone is still surprisingly sarcastic, despite damage, and his saber is still drawn. He twirls it once, then charges Ballade for the second time during this fight. In fact, he moves so quickly that his form blurs into crimson after-images.

"....RYUENJIN...!" bellows the Hunter as his saber ignites into a plume of flame and he vaults into the air. As he does, he's sure to allow the saber to arc toward Ballade, its flaming blade surging toward him in the uppercutting motion.

You strike Ballade with your Dragon Flame Blade attack.

A flash and shimmering pillar of black light. From the middle of the pillar floats out Saturn, Stardroid of the void, hands and arms half-raised to the sky. Saturn drops them, and the pillar dissapears.

Star Man whoas... "Dudes... like, cosmic... totally..." Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> is slammed on both sides, fluttering to the ground with a spattering flame. Smoke fills the cockpit, and Mike hooks up his flight mask, filtering the stench. Weapons sparking offline, he lines up another attack, hoping to remove at least one Master from the fight before the Albatross shuts down. Pulling up a flaming arm, he swings it towards Star Man with a challenging scream. Star Man ooooofs as he is run over by the battle armor while he is staring at the Stardroid. He gets rammed HARD by the armor, and is carried along with him for a little whole before the cobwebs clear up and he thnks about where he is. "Dude! Hands off the merchandise! Like, didn't you see the signs?" The signs he is talking about... go figure? "I triedto let you stay and listen to the most excellent sound of ME dude, but onw you're like out of time and out of line!" He starts to build up energy for something, his face all scrunched up. "STAR CRASH attack, Dude!"

Ballade slams into the ground from the force of Zero's strike. Gah, he had to go and hit the weakness, didn't he? Cheap Fighter. That's ok. If Zero want's to play rough, then so can he. Still in a prone position he holds his hand out towards The Maverick Hunter as it begins to crackle with electricity. If you expect Ballade to have some kind of look on his face, you're wrong, even a flaming beserker with a crimson sword can't do that... or is that crimson beserker... in any event, Ballade sends an electrical blast out toward his foe. Ballade strikes you with his Ballade Beam for 12 units of damage. Zero is temporarily disoriented by Ballade's Ballade Beam attack.

Saturn floats above the area, about twenty meters above the ground. The Stardroid folds his arms and observes the battle silently. Strangely enough, as you fight, it seems as though sometimes you are moving through molasses, and sometimes you feel light as air, subtle changes that only last seconds or so, but are still disconcerting.

Zero is struck as he comes down from the attack. The electricity temporarily stuns him, but if that didn't do it, then the entry of Staturn did, "...Aw, /Damn/..." He sneers toward Ballade, trying to work his way back to functioning again.

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> is slammed by the Stars, sparking even more severely as the weapon slams into the armor. Systems flare red now, and Mike knows that the time has come to leave his flagging vessel... but there's time for one more attack. He lurches towards Star Man, purposefully trying to fall on the Robot Master with a burst of desperate strength.

Ballade staggers upwards, his armor cracked in several places, and a thin trickle of mech fluid flowing from his forhead. Slowly raising a hand to wipe the fluid away, Ballade regains his composure and the brushes himself off, all the while, the two launchers on his shoulders emitting an Audiable whine. "Good bye, Zero." With a *thoomp* two small spiked balls streak out from the masters shoulders and head for Zero. Uh-Oh.

Saturn floats down in an arc so that he faces the Albatross, right after the ride armor crushes Star Man to a fine paste. Saturn grins eerilly at the armor, "Hello there, sunshine, did you miss me? I said I'd be back, and now I am, I'm a man of my word."

Star Man gets _grrrinded_ down into the ground this time, all of his little asteroids scattering to the winds as he is. When he finally does break free, he is not on good shape. He gropes his back for his guitar, still there. But the Metallica classics are gone. "Oh man... bogus..." He moans. He crawls to a clearing, then jets off to get some distance. "Sorry Ballade Dude, but this party is too rough!"

Maverick Hunter Ride Armor <Albatross II> lies there, barely functional, and the hatch pops, smoke trailing out of the cockpit as Mike Eildath looks up. "Another Stardroid?" he says, coughing as he flips the mask up to have some non-recirculated air and getting smoke instead. "Now what? You're not gonna cause glaciers to roll over the state or something? That grand canyon thing your horned buddy -cough cough hack cough- ... buddy did was bad enough."

Zero is sent flying -- Perhaps flying is a strong word... Soars. Yes, he soars away from Ballade, through a wall of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and comes to rest somewhere outside. He lays there, dazed and rather in pain after the cheap shot by Ballade. He stares into the sky, then a sneer of pure rage slowly begins to form upon his face. His body tenses, cracked armor rising as his chest expands in a breath, "....Alright, damnit....!" shouts Zero as he manages to get himself to his knees, "Goodbye Zero, huh? It'll take more than that to put me out of commission, you sick bastard! Here, how about this?" He draws his saber once more, its blade humming eerily as he holds it to the side. His free hand holds the shoulder in pain, "...I'll mail you back to Wily in pieces with a sponge and personal regards! Oh, wait, isn't he dead? Real shame. Maybe my little brother will get a kick out of it!" He snarls while raising up to full height, breathes coming in rasps with fluid trickling down from his lips, "....Rrr...Rrrrraggh.....EEEEYAAAAAAAH!" bellows the Berserker as he begins his charge.

Dust is kicked up, rocks fly and all sorts of other things enter the sky as a result of Zero's enraged dash. In fact, leaps in through the hole in the wall he made and continues forward. His boots clank, echoing with each step. When he reaches Ballade, he slides in and slashes his saber toward him. Without awaiting for the results, he swings it horizontally and, with a final bellow of anger, slices it in a wide arc.

Blizzard Man has been stunned by the presence of the Stardroids. In awe of them..."Wha...What...What do you want?"

Saturn chuckles, loudly, "Ah, yes, that was a... cute parlor trick, such a waste of extraordinary power, this is not for you, though. I suppose I could slaughter all of you where you stand? It wouldn't make me look good not good not good at all, or would it? Zero is not the chosen one, you... are food for worms, of course, limited by the lifespan of the neutrons in your tiny brain, the candles burn out for you, I am forever. Excuse me, I have to attend a. bit. of. a. tea. pa.rt.y..."

Michael Eildath blinks. "Tea Party? If you go jumping down a rabbit hole, I may just hafta go insane."

Ballade flips out his arm blades again, managing to deflect the first two strikes. Of course, it's that critical third strike that goes through his chest and knocks him out. It also manages to knock him towards Blizzard. Maybe he'll get picked up and carried back... if he's lucky.

Blizzard Man grabs Ballade and starts snowboarding out of there, "STAR DUDE! RETREAT!"

Star Man is waaaaay ahead of you dude!

Saturn starts to float towards Zero, then stops in midair as he hears Michael talk. Saturn cranes his head back, a flash in one eye, "Rabbit hole, funny you should mention that, carbon based lifeform #374729804727.2, I may have something that may be pleasing to you, or probably not, I'd say it won't hurt, but it will, alas, poor yorrick, I knew you well..."

Michael Eildath thinks. .oO(I have a bad feeling about this.)Oo.

Saturn opens his arms, and darkness spews from nothingness, nothingness spews from nothingness as he opens his arms. For what spews forth from Saturn is the void, airless and full of lightning and fury and chaos and pain and nothingness. With wave of his hands, the Stardroid stops spinning his web, and sends the tiny black hole towards Michael.

Saturn strikes Michael Eildath with his Vortex attack. Michael Eildath falls to the ground, unconscious, due to massive systems damage.

Saturn turns away while Mike gets sucked up and spit out by the miniture Black Hole, "What was next on the agenda of yesterday? Oh yes, now I remember..."

Michael Eildath screams as his body is hyperaccelerated toward an event horizon and more or less...umm...eww.

Blizzard Man looks at Star Man, "Where're you, Star Dude?" He then blinks and snowboards off at full speed..."We'll be back!" Then he disappears over the horizon. With Star and Ballade.

Zero staggers forward, his frame already weakened by the massive amounts of damage that he's taken. He collapses to one knee, saber stabbed into the ground. The gem at his forehead is glowing off and on, varying between darkness and light in intervals. He looks up, however, just in time to see what happens to Michael, "...No..." His body shakes, despite the pain felt by his doing so, and he says with wide eyes, "...No...Michael..." His teeth slowly clench, the rage within him quickly rising. Perhaps, if nothing else, it is for this reason that he was dubbed 'The Destroyer'. "No...Damn you!" Struggling, he forces himself to his feet, hair hanging limply with occasional shakes from his movement. He still trembles, but whether it's from the damage or pure anger is rather hard to determine, "...You can put us back together, but you can't just reassemble a human...! He suffered enough and, for nothing, you just killed him! Heartless /bastards/! I TOLD YOU ROCK!!" bellows the Berserker to the heavens, eyes staring coldly at Saturn. He's hardly in the condition to do anything about it, though, but can you really tell that to him? "Will you listen to me now?! Did it have to take /Michael/ to wake us all up?!"

He grows very, very silent after that. The damage gets the best of him, forcing him back to one knee. In fact, he barely manages to hold onto his saber which he's already shut off. His other hand returns to the opposing shoulder and he can only stare in rage, fatigue and cold defiance.

Saturn eyes Zero strangely, "Your speeches are all boring. The gods have called...for your death...I am meerly their instrument..."

Give me an S. Give me an A. Give me a T. Give me a U. Give me an R. Give me an N.

What does it spell?

Saturn? No.

Saturn? No.

T R O U B L E

Zero simply remains where he is for a long moment. His damage is far too much for him to quickly move out of the area, that much is certain. The best he could do is talk to the guy, but he doesn't seem to be one for words. At least, logical words. Clenching his teeth to ignore the pain, he tries his best become able to speak once again. "Heh...Rock. Bass. I know we all have a purpose here, Stardroid. I've heard it a thousand times. Just what am I, eh? You've pinned my best friend as the Chosen One. What the @#$& did all of you name me?!" Fatigue has its way with Zero again after he inquires of Saturn, making no hostile move toward him. Whether or not he could in the first place is actually debatable, considering his condition right now. Yet, that fire in his eyes -- A cold, emerald inferno. He wants to run, yet he wants to avenge Michael. He wants answers, yet he can hardly gain the strength to ask the questions.

Saturn says, "The answer... is mud." He takes the ring spinning around his body, draws it to his side, and hurls it towards Zero with the strength of a thousand reploids.

The ring stops a centemeter from Zero's nose.

Zero simply stares at the ring as it stops. He made no move to dodge. He didn't flinch, nor has he blinked. Perhaps it's safe to say that Zero hardly fears death. Yet, he looks up toward Saturn with an expression mixed with rage and curiousity, "...Why'd you stop it...? According to you, I'm meant to die anyway..." His voice drips with cold defiance, but he's still not making any moves to be threatening. Seeing Michael "die" in the way he did was pain enough. His breath is still coming in pants and his hand hasn't moved from his shoulder. He stares silently at Saturn, awaiting an answer with no more an expression than he had before.

Saturn chuckles, "All will be revealed..." He dissappears.

Michael Eildath just lies there, looking more-or-less unmarred, but nonetheless seeming to have been through a few spin cycles... he's not moving, or breathing.

Zero only now happens to notice that Michael is /still/ alive, or at least appears like he may be. Hissing, he sheathes his saber hilt and glares off into the space that was once occupied by Saturn, "...It'd better, Stardroid..." Even now, having been faced with immediate death, the Berserker remains defiant to the actions and words of Saturn. With a slow series of steps, clanking per each, Zero makes his way over to Michael and kneels down, "...Mike? Damnit, you better not die on me...!" If he's not on his back, he turns him so that he is, and begins to apply CPR to the best of his ability. At least get him breathing -- That's the key. After that, worry about getting him home.

Michael Eildath is alive, thankfully... almost preternaturally quickly he gasps, heart fluttering back to life and breath coming in ragged gasps. Whatever just happened to him, it was apparently not meant to be fatal. Mike lays there after a few moments of CPR, breath still ragged, heartbeat irregular, but alive. And though he is breathing, he lays like deadweight, eyes open, mind somewhere else entirely.

Zero lets out a sigh of relief as Michael breathes again. His own cracked, nearly shattered frame is hardly in better condition. He looks around, noticing the heavily damaged Albatross and mentally cringes. Rick is /not/ going to like hearing about this. Shaking his head, Zero looks down at Michael without really saying anything. He probably wouldn't respond anyway and thus, wordlessly, he leans down, picks up the relatively light human, to him anyway, and slings him over his shoulder as gently as he can manage. His visage tilts upward, peering into the sky for a long moment before he begins to walk away from the carnage and toward the distant city of San Angeles ...

(Ch. A [Hunter-XO]) Zero transmits: '...Twila...Prepare the Med Bay for Michael. Ballade was neutralized by myself, but thanks to a visit from Saturn, Mike's out of it. Also, the Albatross was trashed by Blizzard and Star Man. It'll ... Need to be picked up. I'm on my way with ... Him now. Zero, out.'. Medical Bay <Hunter HQ> This room is kept immaculately clean and organized, from the polished tile floor to the bright exam lights and walls painted with soothing colors. Several repair and medical beds for robot and human patients line the walls, monitors above them indicating the status of the patient's vital signs. There are no windows here, as this is in the center of the floor and heavily reinforced against possible attack. It is here that the Maverick Hunter medics patch up the wounded.

Thanks to some pre-warning Twila was able to preb some medbeds for immediate use, both for human as well as reploid patients. She had gleened from Zero's broadcast that Michael may not be the only one presently needing care. The beserker didn't sound so good himself to her ears. And, she's recieved no word from any of the others come to think of it. The girl tosses a glance within the direction of her brother, giving a soft sigh. Looks like he'll have at least another roommate...

Michael Eildath is brought in... and to be honest, he really doesn't look good. He's breathing, his pulse is erratic, but strengthening, and his eyes are wide open, as though in fear. He hasn't said anything since he was rescuscitated.

Clank ......... Clank... Clank Clank...

These are the sounds that echo through the hall as Zero goes down it. He enters the Med Bay, carrying Michael over his shoulder, and looks rather screwed up himself. Several burn marks adorn his frame and a lot of his armor is cracked, as if something rather unpleasent exploded upon him. Gently, he lays Michael down upon the nearest bed and bows his head, "...I won't let this happen to anyone else, Mike... I promise that." Then he staggers away from Michael, as if dizzy, while muttering something into his radio. About then, he collapses to one knee, then simply crumples upon the floor unconcious. His hair covers a good piece of him, but it hardly hides all of the damage that he's suffered. He'll never forgive the Stardroids after tonight, regardless of what Rock says ...

...Ever.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Iris: "...Iris... I'm sorry, I tried....*crashing of armor and then static*"

Twila Peterson widens her eyes quite a bit as the beserker brings back himself as well as the human Hunter...neither looking in that good of shape. She begins rushing herself over towards Mike's bed when Zero collapses on the floor. She stops within her tracks, face paling, and then continues over towards her fellow human. Reploids have a longer time frame they can be worked within concerning injuries...humans don't. "Ok...this is not good..." she states as she already starts hooking up Mike to the various monitors, not exactly knowing what is wrong with other than hints. She swings over the oxygen unit past Zero's form, placing the cup over Michael's nose and mouth when she returns over to him. "Would be nice if I wasn;t the *only* one here. Where the devil is Cain?"

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'If any other medics are here at the base it would be nice if you got your rears to the center...as in *now*!'.

Twila Peterson places a hand on the man's wrist to keep a check of his pulse before walking herself swiftly to another terminal...calling for emergency care from one of the local hospitals. She may be regarded as a medical assistant...but she hasn't had official training. At the best she knows emergency care...

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: '...'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Hello? Anyone?'.

Michael Eildath lies there for a few minutes once the oxygen is hooked up, breath becoming more regular. All looks well, except for the look of utter fear in Mike's eyes. A minute or two passes, and Mike breaks out into a cold sweat. Then, without warning, the human surges up on the table, pushing himself up with his arm in a half-rise, and cuts loose with a bloodcurdling scream that fills the medbay, impossibly loud, considering it's coming from a regular human. A moment later, Mike collapses back down onto the table.

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Feedback transmits: 'Uh, hi. Um, there some kind of problem going on that I don't know about?'.

"****" Twila curses, something she very rarely does, as she cuts the call short and gets herself over towards the man's bedside. She places her hands on his shoulders while idly glancing at the monitor readouts before turning back to him, trying to deiscern if he's still awake, "Mike? Mike, are you there?" she asks despretely, while silently praying.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Well...let me think about for a moment...YES!'.

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Feedback transmits: 'Uh, okay. Calm down now Twila. So, whats the problem? There anything I can do to help?'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Call in an emeregency medical team in for Mike. He's showing signs of a possible heart attack.'.

Michael Eildath gasps, eyes wider than they were before, mouth hanging open in abject fear. He stares out, not looking at anything, and turns his head towards Twila, though he stills seems to be staring at nothingness. He speaks in a rasp, the sound of someone who's completey horrified. "It's...it's full of...it's full of stars..." Mike collapses back to his catatonic state.

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Feedback transmits: 'A what? Okay, I'm on it....Medical team should be on its way.'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Thanks, Feed.'.

Twila Peterson draws in a breath. Well...he was conscious for a few seconds. At least there was that much. "Mike, you're in medbay now...helps on the way. You're going to be alright," she attempts to reassure."

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Yeah...Zero collasped on the floor. I need someone to get him onto a medtable.'.

The Team arrives quickly, and begin going to work on Mike. A helpful one of them turns. "Don't worry about it, ma'am. We'll do what we can."

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Feedback transmits: 'Well, thats just great. Um, I'll be right there, just gimme a minute or so.'.

Twila Peterson finds herself pulled away from the bedside from one of the medics so they can work more easily. "Thanks for coming so quickly," she states before moving herself over toward's Zero's prone form. She takes a scanner from a nearby table and goes over his frame while brushing his lengthy golden locks of hair from his features. "Well...nothing good was on tonight anyway..."

Twila Peterson effects partial repairs to Zero.

Feedback wanders in and then looks around for a bit. He spots the emergancy team that got here and then everything else thats happening. He sighs and then walks in waving to everyone while heading over to Zero, "Hey everyone. So, anyone mind telling me what happened to everyone and why I called in an emergancy team?"

Twila Peterson closes the scanner with a loud clap before getting up to her feet and gesturing to Feedback which medbed is prepared for the Beserker. "I don't know. All I know is Michael was showing symptoms of cardiac arrest and Zero outright collasped soon after he brough Mike in here."

Michael Eildath is being worked on by an increasingly baffled emergency team.

Feedback sighs and then starts to slowly pick up Zero. Not all that easy for him seeing as Zero's bigger than he is so its going fairly slow. So, he slowly gets Zero over to the table still a bit puzzled as to whats going on, "Well, doesn't that just sound like fun? Well, never a dull moment round here, eh Twila. So, any idea of why either of them are like this?"

The emergency team finishes up with what they can, and close up their bags.

Twila Peterson starts already getting out the medical instruments she'll be working on Zero and as soon as placed down on the bed she starts peices of his armor in order to hook him up to varios monitors as well before she starts. "I don't know. I wish I knew," she states with a heavy sigh as she begins. "All I know is some Hunters went to Cleveland to deal with the Masters and some went to Moscow to deal with Mavericks..."

The lead tech scratches his head. "We've done what we can... but we're not sure what's wrong with him. He's been through total cardiac arrest and cessation of breathing... we could tell that from our preliminary scan... he should be dead, but he isn't." The man pauses. "All we know is that he seems to be in some kind of shock... he's not responding to anything."

Feedback nods and stands back letting Twila work on Zero, "Well, maybe we'll get some answers when one of them wakes up...Did anyone else leave to help with these battles? Um, we could see if they know anything."

Twila Peterson adds as an afterthought, "Still haven't heard from any of the---" She pauses within her work to regard one of the medics as he makes his commentary, listening before she gives thought to answering Feedback. "Roll and Auto are in Moscow," she answers quickly. "Try to raise them." She then turns back to the team member. "Anything that we can doo for Mike to try and get him out of it?"

The EMT shakes his head. "I don't know... we're going to leave someone to keep an eye on him... he could snap out of it at any time... he could never snap out of it... we'll just have to wait and see."

Feedback nods slowly and then goes for his radio checking his freq before transmitting to see if he can get an update, "Will do. Just hope that they're better off than these two are."

(Ch. A [Hunters]) Feedback transmits: 'Feedback to anyone who's in or anywhere close to the Moscow incident. Anyone alive to give us an update on your situation?'.

Twila Peterson mutely nods in reply to the man while drawing in a breath. "Thank you," she tells him with a drianed sigh. She casts a glance back over towards where Michal lays before giving Feedback a, "We can only hope," and then starts working on the worst of the reploid's damages.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'I am currently at the scene. Auto has retreated and should be back at base soon, if he isn't already. Guardian Kitsune is down. I can't check on him right now, but I don't think he's too badly off, and Storm Eagle, whom he was fighting has left. I've been talking to Blizzard Buffalo this whole time. And please...I do NOT send anyone else here.'.

The EMT nods, then they depart, leaving Mike... or what's left of him.

(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'Um, you sure about that Roll? I'd think that we should go and send someone for retrieval of that Myobu kid. Any particular reason why I shouldn't dispatch a retrieval team right here and now?'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Anyone else showing up might spook Blizzard Buffalo. Guardian Kitsune didn't look too badly hurt, and I can make sure he's fine...once I get the Maverick to come back with me so I can take him down to the police.'.

Twila Peterson sadly shakes her head. What *has* been going on lately anyway? Ever since last night---. The girl shudders visibly and quickly tries to pat down the memory. "Well, those Docs can say what they want. Mike's going to be waking up. I know he is..." she mumbles just above her breath. She refocuses her attentions on the downed Hunter XO however. She can't help Mike at the moment. But she can help him. She draws on another sigh, falling silent in concentration.

(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: 'What do you mean, get the Maverick to come back with you?'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Blizzard Buffalo...is my friend. Remember how he used to take care of Tango when we were fighting Kaiser Sigma? He's not attacking me, but he might start fighting if anyone else shows up. I...I think I can convince him to come back with me peacefully...maybe.'.

(Ch. B []) Feedback transmits: '...Fine. I won't send anyone, yet. Just be careful and holler if anything comes up. Like the Buffalo's buddies showing up and not showing you the same courtesy that Blizzards showing you right now.'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Ehh? What's that about Blizzad Buffalo?'.

Rock Wanders in behind Noise and his drone...

Feedback is off to the side getting an update from those in the field. After a bit, he looks back around the room and waits to hear from Roll and see if he'll need to send that team anyways. Then again, he sends off another message telling them to get ready for evac duty.

Twila Peterson glances up at the sound of footsteps entering the room, uttering a sigh. "Hey, Rock...Noise...Orb..." she greets with some tirdness within her voice.

In her own little annoying way, Libra appears in a flash of black light, near the back wall of the room. While the flash does draw attention, she doesn't really do a whole lot otherwise. Just leans against the wall, casually, as if she belongs there. Observing. Watching.

Libra: Standing at about 5 foot 5, this femme is a robot of some sort, but something subtle says.. she's not a reploid. Her hair stretches halfway down her back, and is a shining silver-grey color. There's a slight tinge of that shade, too, in her pale skin. The color on her body is mostly provided by the long, flowing toga that stretches down to the ground, obscuring everything below her shoulders, including her feet. The toga, as well as her eyes, lips and fingernails, are a deep rose red color, shining a bright contrast to the rest of her body. Rounding out her physical appearance is a mighty weapon - a long poleaxe strapped diagonally across her back. The blade is visible just behind her right shoulder - made of shining black stone, there's a rose cut out of the center, filled in by rubies and garnets for a stained glass window effect. The way she moves strongly suggests she either doesn't have feet, or isn't using them - she moves like she was floating through the air all the time. The weapon, while fearsome-looking, appears to be solidly fastened into place, and probably couldn't be drawn fast, no matter how much the user wanted to. And, it's worth noting, that she's, well, very young-looking, despite the grey hair. Simple body shape suggests she's in her late teens, at best. Odd.

Noise nods, tired and vocal chords rather stressed up tight. He walks over to the berserker...to his teacher. He notices the Stardroid appear but doesn't give much thought to them. Frankly he's gotten sick of all these omnipotent planet-named demigods. He's grown a sense of numbness towards their presence.

Rock blniks up at the sudden flash of light. Stardroid? He frowns a little, glancing acros at Twila. "Hey Twila," he says, turning his sapphire gaze back to the Stardroid.

Feedback waves to both Noise and Rock as they enter still waiting on Roll's update, "Hiya boss. Hows it going?" He idly notices the flash of light and turns to see what it is. Big surprise, another stardroid it seems. Well, seeing as Rock's here and well, he's still got 'some' sense from what Sunstar did plus the fact that he's tired. He decides to let Rock deal with it for now.

Twila Peterson trails the reploid's gaze momentarily to what had gained some minor attention, having not seen the flash since her back had been turned towards it. Unlike Noise who doesn't outwardly acknowledge much of the Stardroid's presence, Twila's eyes widen a bit for a second time that night. There's some fear there...but also some of anger as well as protectivness for those injured. She noticably turns to stand slightly closer to Rock, eyeing the intruder with mistrust. "Looks like we have another visitor."

Rock glances up at Feed, "Hey Feed. How's things going?" He moves across the room to drop into a chair, glancing at Libra again then diverting his attentino away from the Stardroid. He's not in the mood to deal with her at the moment. Eyes falling on Zero's still form, he frowns a little. "What happened to Zero, Twila?"

Twila Peterson is glad for the diversion and shifts her focus back towards the Blue Bomber. "I don't know. He brought in Mike, who was going through cardiac arrest, and then collapsed on the floor. I have no idea just *what* happened. Both of them were responding to a distress call in the States just several hours ago."

Noise nods to Twila, he too wondering what has happened to the executive officer. "I guess that means we put a hiatus session two." He glances past his shoulder and to the Stardroid, a frown cutting across his face. Eyes wince sharply at the droid...an obvious expression of being unwanted.

Feedback smiles and is well, ignoring the stardroid as well. Which is a good thing since he seems to have a unnatural talent for getting under peoples skin and just making them so mad at the lil' reploid that he's been to the line and back more times than most, "Doing great boss." Feed then idly looks over at Libra wondering if this one just wants to push him around as well or if this one actually has a good reason for being here other than boredom. Well, using the direct approach, he asks the Stardroid after waving to her, "Hey there. Don't suppose that you were invited here by anyone, now were you?"

Rock frowns a little. "Again, a Stardroid stops me from getting back." He sighs, "This time I got sideblinded by Pluto..." He glances up at NOise and chuckles. "At least for a while. Not forever though." He glances to Mike as he inquires of Libra, sides of his mouth quirking up.

Libra quietly coughs into the back of her hand once, then smiles sweetly at the few who actually do look towards her. Perfect teeth, of course. She reaches down and pulls up the very hem of her toga in a polite curtsey, though the slight pull still leaves quite a bit of material on the ground. Rock, right about at this point, turns away from her, signaling a change in her demeanor. Wordlessly, she moves forward from the wall, towards the main group, and the two injured. Twila gives her report on what had happened, and only then does she first speak. "That, I fear, is the fault of my associates. And my reason for being here, Child of Order."

Rock glances back to Libra then, as she speaks, sapphire eyes falling on the Stardroid and Twila.

Twila Peterson noticeably stiffens as the Stardroid approaches them, scenes from yesterday again replying within her mind. While remaining in front of Zero's bed, Twila edges a little closer still towards Rock...simply eyeing the otherworldly visitor in a measure of distrust.

Feedback just stands there listening. Which is a good thing, he's keeping his mouth shut for once as he stands by his decision to let Rock do most of the talking. But, while he watches, he pulls out a small camera and takes a picture of Libra as they talk. Yup, he's bored right now with nothing better to do.

Rock stands, sliding his hand into Twila's as Libra speaks. "I figured that was the work of your colleagues. Exactly WHY are they doing this? They've never done ANYTHING like this before, and have always said they'd be non-interference."

Twila Peterson responds by accepting the reploid's hand and squeezing it gently, but firmly...not willing to let go anytime soon. Verbally however, she doesn't say much, merely taking on the roll of an observer.

Noise traces Zero's outline with his eyes. He motions to his orbiting drone over to the crimson helm of Zero. The black sphere swoops down, it floods the reploids body in a red aura, scanning him, casting opaque shadows that dance across his features.

"I wish to apologize," Libra states, as though trying to get this out before anyone can stop her. "Though it truly must mean little to coming from I and not my fellows, I am indeed sorry for their hasty tempers and weak wills." She bows her head, looking downwards at her unseen feet. "I hope you all can accept what little I can give." Looking upwards and at Rock once more, she gets around to answering his questions. "Their reasons, I can not say. The deep thoughts behind their choices eludes my own thinking. And what I do know, I am forbidden to say, even to thee. All that is permitted is this - the Scales have begun to weigh. This, and little more."

Twila Peterson perks an eyebrow. The scales? But the only time scales would be made in reference too would be---. Remembering what it was the Beserker had mentioned the previous evening over past Commentary regarding these...individuals...the young woman suddenly pales a shade. Rock can perhaps feel the hold she has on her hand fall somewhat limp.

Considering this carefully, Rock responds, "The apology... isn't quite accepted. And yeah, it means little..." He shakes his head, "Hasty tempers and weak wills? Hmph. That shouldn't be enough reason to hurt, and nearly KILL some members of my organization, my friends." He glances sidelong at Noise here, then back to Libra, "If you can't tell me their reasons and what they know, then what..." He blinks, "Scales?" His frown darkens, eyes narrowing. "The scales of Balance, I'd assume. What the Stardroids are supposed to keep. Well, if YOU'RE supposed to keep the Balance, then why bother US with it?" His hands involuntarily clench, most likely causing a sharp pain to Twila.

Noise ignores the others, not because he doesn't like the Stardroid, not because he is too tired to focus on more than one thing, but because he doesn't care. He could do no more to assist in this endeavor, he is not a key player...he just does what he can, and what he can do is minor robotic repairs. He looms over Zero, checking into more detail on the injuries.

Twila Peterson lets out an unexpected cry of pain as the reploid's grasp suddenly tightens. Her free hand moves to cover Rock's within a silent plea as she takes in a breath of air. You whisper 'Rock...please, you're hurting me...' to Rock.

Rock blinks, at Twila's cry and lets her hand go instantly. He whispers back. Rock whispers: 'I'm sorry...'.

Twila Peterson offers tiny dip of the chin towards Rock, while she cradles her hand. She doesn't feel anything broken or strained. But she's easily reminded how easily it could have been had Rock not taken more care. She dosen't say anything more, at least for the moment. But neither does she back away or leave his side either.

Libra shakes her head slowly. "I have said all I am allowed of the future and of actions. More, I dare not, for there are things even a Zodiac fears. All I can do is but say what I have, and do what I may to prevent more from being harmed by my allies." She glances between Rock and Twila, spying the quiet form of Zero. A flickering glance to the side lands on Mike. "These are those harmed, I believe? Pity, and privee to thee, may I see them? I know little of of your make-ups, but I would not wish to leave any in such conditions."

Twila finally does speak up now at the thought of one of these "Stardroids" tending to her patients. "For all I know it may have been your kind who did this to them."

Noise continues to loom over Zero, examining, he performs some minor repairs...patching up an exposed set of internal circuitry.

"I don't know about letting you see them, Stardroid," Rock replies... "But as long as you don't harm them any further... you may."

Libra smiles once more, dripping with surpy sweetness. "If it was one of us that did this, is it not also our requirement to fix what we have damaged? Such is the Balance." Gracefully, she moves forward to Zero's side, gently pushing between Twila and Rock - with shocking strength and ease, considering she looks to be little more than a china doll. With measured care, she leans down and examines the Destroyer with those tiny pink eyes. "You are the healer here, correct?" This question is apparently directed to Noise, though she doesn't look towards him. "Tell me... of what has this one's body been subjected to?"

Noise enters the Corridor without answering, his small drone following close behind.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: '*in a happy voice* Guess what guys? I did it!'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'What did you to?'.

Rock glances at Libra, "Noise was... killed... by Chaos last night, and Duo revived him."

Twila Peterson cradles her hand a pit more before resting it on Rock's shoulder, if in quiet acceptance of his apology while retaining a mistrustful gaze towards the intruder. Even in the reploid had not given his consent, Twila has known from experience that these persons usually do not care what others may or may not want. As she's brushed aside with the reploid her misgivings grow slightly. "Just who *is* this Chaos?" she suddenly blurts. Yes, Rock had given her a brief answer the night before but...

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'I got Blizzard Buffalo to say he'd come back with me peacefully!'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'WHAT?!'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'So...no one shoot him when we arrive, okay? We're going to be returning via the main Neo-Tokyo teleporter.'.

Twila Peterson winces at the broadband radio chatter and tightens her own grip on Rock's shoulder, although hers remains gentle. Not as if she could damage him in any way, shape, or form anyway...

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: '*giggles at her brother* I just spent the last hour or so talking to him. :) He did kill a lot of people, and attack Auto, but he's sorry he did, and willing to atone for his actions.'.

Twila Peterson blurts out suddenly, "Just *what* has your sister been on???"

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: '*eerie silence* Sis, we need to talk when you get back... I'd rather you NOT bring him into the labs.'.

(Ch. B [None]) Blues transmits: '*dark mutter* "I've got his atonement right here.." *CA-CHACK!*'.

Rock glances at Twila, "I don't KNOW."

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'No, don't you dare hurt him, Blues! Remember when we fought Kaiser Sigma? He helped us lots then, and he's our friend. And don't worry Rock, I'll just take him into the city to begin with. I'm sure you guys would want to have a big meeting and stuff first before wanting to let him into the labs again.'.

Libra examines Zero a bit, occasionally poking him with a finger. As she does, she answers Twila's question. "Chaos is Chaos. The counter to Order, Entropy Incarnate, the force which is as unstoppable as the steady pulse of the stars." Turning her head back, she stares at the almost out of place human. "Chaos is not to be trifled with. Not even by......." And the Stardroid blinks in confusion as the conversation abruptly changes. "Privy... there is something I am missing, is there not?"

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'You and -I- are going to have a meeting first, sister dear. *sounds rather angry*'.

Rock looks up at Libra, "Just... ignore it. It's my sister who has no sanity."

Twila Peterson rests her forehead against Rock's back, letting out a rather drained and tired sigh. You whisper 'I would say someone shoot me but I'm afraid someone would take it literally.' to Rock.

Rock whispers: 'I know how you feel. *sigh*'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Okay, but first, make we sure we get back safely, okay? Guardian's hurt...he got hit by his own hammer. Blizzard Buffalo's done what he can but...I don't think he's really a medic or anything, though he's going to carry Guardian Kitsune back for me.'.

Michael Eildath's head tosses a little bit, and he gapes silently, like a noiseless scream.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Then you teleport to the labs with Kitsune and leave Blizzard at the Neo-Tokyo teleporters.'.

You whisper 'It help to say I love you?' to Rock.

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: '..... Miss Roll, while I appreciate your concern for the well-being of the giant frozen slab of beef, I take a moment to note that he once froze me into place using liquid nitrogen then rammed into me at full speed, rendering me significantly... _smaller_, than I was.'.

Libra raises a grayish eyebrow at the goings-on, her attention diverted away from Zero and to the quietly conversing pair. So, she just silently watches, watching how they act and react with a scientist's passion.

Michael Eildath mutters, voice barely a whisper. "Stars...full of stars..."

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Well, he could have hurt me, but he hasn't!'.

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: 'A cat will often play with a mouse before biting its head off, as well.'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'I don't -CARE- if he hasn't yet.'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'No! I know him! He used to look after Tango for me...'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'I said -NO-! He's not coming into the Labs.'.

Twila Peterson tightens her grip and lets out a sigh...before slipping her hand towards her own radio.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Don't you remember, Rock? He was the one Maverick that spent the most time around the Labs and...well, I didn't say I was going to take him *into* the labs now. I figured you'd want a big meeting and everything first. :P'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: '*sighs softly*'.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Try telling how nice he is to all the people he willingly hurt and killed, Roll.'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: '... I know he's done some bad things, but he's sorry now. He knows he'll probably go to jail if he comes back, but he's coming anyway. Are we supposed to be forgiving and give people second chances, anyway?'.

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: 'I personally do not care if Mr. Frostbite looked after Fox-Trot, Waltz or Twist. He's a Maverick; he's *infected*. You're a reploid, aren't you? How do you know he hasn't infected _you_?'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'So we're supposed to forgive people like Sigma or Vile if they say 'they're sorry?' No dice, Sis.'.

Twila Peterson keeps her head resting against the Blue Bomber's back, more for a show of support than from her own tiredness and frustration than anything else....although that's there as well. She keeps an ear out on the comp traffic and, every now and them, throws glances towards the intruder...wondering why she's still here.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: '*pause* *starting to despair* But...this is different! He's not asking that he avoid paying for his crimes, and *I* think he's telling the truth. I'll even be responsible for him, if that will make you happy.'.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Roll...when was your last psychiatric evaluation?'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'He's *not* like Sigma or Vile, he's just been following orders, and he told me it'd be tough to leave because of what everyone already thinks of him.'.

(Ch. B [None]) Blues transmits: 'He's a sick animal, Roll. I really wouldn't go around getting attached if I were you. Especially considering that he's a killer to boot. And if he's really serious about paying for his crimes, why isn't he turning himself in now?'.

Libra is indeed still there. And very intently watching Twila and Rock, though she doesn't seem to be able to hear or understand a thing of the radio conversation. Or at least, so it seems. It is probably a tad creepy, though, having a Stardroid staring at you.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Psychiatric? Um...But he is, Blues! Haven't you been listening?'.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'The Nazis in charge of those concentration camps in one of the world wars were just following orders too...'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'He may not be Sigma or Vile, but he -IS- a Maverick. He joined them willingly, and has killed many. If he's not trying to avoid paying for his crimes, then have him turn himself over to Repliforce to stand trial.'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'You're not being fair, you guys...He's prepared to turn himself in, and go to jail, if need be. Does...anyone want to meet us? We'll be at the Nogaki District soon.'.

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: 'I suppose we could dissect him, but that would be counter-productive, I imagine.'.

(Ch. B [None]) Blues transmits: 'People don't change, Roll. The world changes, the season changes, the weather changes, but people remain creatures of habit.'.

And it indeed it is a bit unnerving. While Rock is a bit more preoccupied in determining the present level of Roll's sanity she slightly lifts her gaze to side-glance towards the Stardroid. "Enjoying yourself?" she asks with sarcasm.

Rock sighs softly, glancing at Libra, then turning around to Twila. "I suppose I'll go meet her and her...companion."

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'You mean...like Zero? If he's really willing to change, have him turn himself in to Repliforce.'.

(Ch. B [None]) Blues transmits: '-Especially- Zero.'.

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: '*I* have been broken into my component parts often enough to know. The process is usually painless once separation is complete.'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Alright then, I will. Decibel, would you like to come meet us?'.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Zero's a different situation altogether, Roll. Don't you dare making him a case.'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Well he's different too, don't you see? *sniffle* Why is everyone against me?'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'We're not against you, Sis. We're just concerned for your well-being.'.

Twila Peterson lowers her radio as she returns her attention towards Rock. She stares at him for a long moment and then nods...before giving him a tight hug without preamble or warning. "Be careful out there, Rock."

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: 'I'm seeing about prepping a cell as we speak.'.

Libra nods. "I am indeed. Rarely am I able to simply see life on a world - far too often, the simple presence of one of us gains panic and fear from those around. If not that, at least the attention of all. Thusly, such a brief moment to see normalcy here is a refreshing reminder."

Rock nods, and kisses Twila softly, taking a step back. Turning, he regards Libra. "Not panic. Just concern..." he replies coldly. Turning, he heads out of the medbay Rock has left.

Twila Peterson draws in a deep breath watching Rock as he departs. Well, nice stressful week they're all suddenly having. Looks as if that double date with Zero and Iris will sorely be needed. She then turns back towards the visitor, eyeing her suspiciously. "Well...you had a brief moment. I...don't suppose it would do any good to ask you to leave would it?"

Rick Morgan proceeds to step intot he medical bay at a rather quick pace, coming to a halt as he gestures right towards his radio. "What the heck is with all the radio traffic that I've been hearing. Is she SERIOUS? I oughta..." he then pauses, and stares right at the other newcomer...before openly facepalming. "Now what?'

Twila Peterson continues to stay by Zero's medbed...right where Rock had left her, still staring at the Stardroid. "She came...to have a 'brief moment' I hear, Rick."

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Um...it just me or will that date on Saturday night be sorely needed?'.

Libra sighs deeply, drooping a tad. "I do not blame you for your dismay. We have been far from the gracious ones." The fragile-looking Stardroid glances around, almost looking to be sure there isn't another Stardroid watching her. Like Eclipse. "The reason, perhaps, is these tiny moments lack so. The loss of touch to their once-being has made them as they are. Drunken and deluded with their might." She turns her head to momentarily nod to Rick. "It is indeed a sad folly."

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Oh, yeah. More than before.'.

Twila Peterson tosses a glance between her sibling and the Droid. Well, that answers that question about her leaving any time soon. "Once-being?"

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Would it help if I bought you a carnation?'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'As long as you don't mind me bringing you a white rose too.'.

Rick Morgan arches an eyebrow slowly at Libra's words. In one sentence she's just told them more than they've heard in five speeches from Duo and all the other Stardroids, and his caution is immediately overridden by quiet curiosity...and the fact that he might just hear more of the story right here and now. Not saying anything at the moment, he reaches out to place one hand on the nearby counter, listening silently.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Deal.'. (Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'And if this stuff keeps up...throw in a bottle of asprin.'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: '*dry chuckle*'.

(Ch. B [Main-Freq]) Decibel transmits: 'Awright. I think we got somethin' set up here. I'm going to be bringing a few troops with me for backup just in case. Where do I meet the prisoner?'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Alright, Dec. Come to the Neo-Tokyo teleport area.'.

Libra tilts her head to the side curiously, almost confusedly. "Did you believe that we simply were?" Then the doll-like super-being giggles. Very high-pitched and musically. "Like all things, we each have beginnings and endings. And between these, we have existances peppered with the fragilities and victories of all. Tis a victory great to be of the stars - not a beginning." She nods solemnly, as if that cryptic statement said it all.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Could someone come in a vehicle and get Guardian Kitsune and return him to HQ? I can't quite carry him back on my own at the moment.'.

Twila Peterson blinks in response, while keeping tabs over the radio. So, she was right. The Stardroids aren't as immortal as they like to appear. She inwardly wonders if the recent activity is a display of their power either for the convince Earth...or maybe themselves. "So...where are you frome...exactly? Here, from this world?"

Rick Morgan just blinks at the radio transmission coming through, and frowns to himself, before glancing over towards Twila, then back to Libra once more. Hesitantly, but ever so slowly...he proceeds to step closer to the door, deciding he's going to have to answer the summons.

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Twila....I better go pick him up. But please...be careful. Remember...the last one started out civil too. I'll be right back as soon as I possibly can."

Twila Peterson notices her brother edging away and swallows hard, mouth going dry. She nods towards her personal transmission, recalling. You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "No need for the reminder."

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Still need that ride Rock..?'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'It'd be nice, Rick, yeah. Take Roll and Kitsune back to base, unless Roll feels like accompanying Blizzard to the Repliforce holding cell.'.

Rick Morgan hesitates once more, before casting another glance to Twila...then back again, as if debating whether to go or -not-. In fact, he seems to be having second thoughts for that matter...

"That...I believe, I am allowed to speak of." Libra smiles wider, that brief bout of suspicious glancing gone and forgotten. "Many of we barely remember whence we came. Some, like Saturn, forget by wish, while those as Duo simply do not know. As for I, my home is long the dust of stars, and I the sole reminder of it's expanse. A place not far differing from this, I feel." She glances at Rick, almost *sensing* the interchange between the two. "Is there... something wrong?"

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Uh...might want to get a taxi, Rock. Something...came up.'.

Michael Eildath twitches at the mention of Saturn...but that's all.

Twila Peterson returns Rick's gaze, unsure if she really does indeed *want* him to go. She would be left alone in here with 3 badly injured patients after all...with this...individual. "Then...how did you call come to be here?" she asks carefully.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Rick? Something wrong?'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Alright...'.

Rick Morgan frowns to himself then, as if suddenly angered at the fact of even having -considered- leaving right now. Does he forget what happened before so easily? With that, he proceeds to step away from the door, casting Libra a quick glance. "No..." he says simply in answer, now moving up alongside Twila and where she stands.

Twila Peterson noticeably takes a step closer to her brother as he stands beside her, feeling somehow more comforted that he do decide to stay after all. The events which transpired since last night have taken somewhat of a toll on her. And more "excitement" isn't what she needs right now.

Libra cheerfully states to Rick, "That is indeed excellent." It doesn't *sound* sarcastic at all, really. "And yet, there is something here which is amiss. I shall not allow it to further continue - the travesty must end now." Oooooh dear. "I have been not told to whom I speak. While I do know the Child of Order, you are both unknown to I. Privy, tell me to who I speak, hmm?" She waves her hand at both Twila and Rick, summoningly.

Twila Peterson .oO(Oh, I'm Twila Peterson and this is my twin brother Rick Morgan. Never mind the last names. It's a long story. How do you do? Very glad to meet you! Feh...and these people are supposed to be all-knowing? Not!)Oo. Twila Peterson simply states, "We're friends of the 'Child of Order'," in verbal response. Sheesh, don't they remember Rock has his own name?

Rick Morgan just blinks at that, and proceeds to cross his arms over his chest slightly, as if considering whether to answer that or not. But well, Twila seems to be doing alright for now.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Hey, Child of Order, these people do recall you have your own name sometimes don't they?'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: '*relayed transmission* Blizzard Buffalo sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I don't see why you're so worried about -me-, Roll. If it comes down to it, I'm expendable."'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Do you see what you guys are *doing* here?'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'I wonder if Dad would miss Roll... *snort* Not really. Inform her of yours, maybe she'll give you something cool.'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Roll. I already said he WON'T be hurt.'.

(Ch. B []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Roll...even I have to question it. He's a MAVERICK...'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Blues knows that, right?'.

Libra continues to motion with her hand. "This far from sates my thoughts. This world does give to each their own, including a name. Is such a trifle much to ask?" She pauses both in words and in motions, and raises an eyebrow. "Or is this still the distrust and dislike for the actions of my kind?" She sighs slightly. "I indeed see now the impact that our presence has had. Are we so hateful by our acts, or merely our presence?"

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'And this Maverick has helped us a lot (Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I dunno. Maybe Seminole can take up cleaning the base.'.

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'I'll tell him if he doesn't.'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: '*snort*'.

(Ch. B [None]) Blues transmits: '*mutters* Calm down. I'm not going to hurt your "friend", Roll. Unless he does something to deserve it.'.

(Ch. B [Old-Hunters]) Roll transmits: 'Right, as long as you don't try to do what you did when I brought Bass in to the Medical Bay...'.

Rick Morgan frowns visibly, but decides to go with it at the moment as well. "Let's just say a little from column A and a little from column B. You people don't have the best reputation."

(Ch. B [None]) Blues transmits: 'Hey, he deserved that!'.

Twila Peterson draws in a breath. "Actions speak much louder than words," she quotes from an unknown and ancient source before adding, "We can only go by what we see and know. And your kind hasn't given us any real reason to trust you. And trust is something that has to be earned."

Michael Eildath continues to be catatonic... though he's moving a little bit now.

(Ch. B [None]) Guardian Kitsune transmits: 'I believe there still are pictures of that little girl scribbling on his face.'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Oh, and as for the 'something cool' I think she did a few moments ago without realizing it.'.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Ehh?'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I'll let you know when you get back.'.

Guardian Kitsune slowly hobbles into the repair bay, looking quite weak from all the slashes and heavy dents in his body. One of the bigger marks on his body is where he own hammer struck him in the chest when he threw it at Storm Eagle and he commanded the wind to throw it back.

Libra nods calmly. "And yet, how can such be earned? To whit, from what I have seen, even mere toleration is far beyond. When the Child of Chaos stayed in your presence, though he be responsible for more loss than all we combined have wrought, he was accepted with love and glory. Yet I have but arrived and expressed my concern over the folly posed by my fellows, and have been met by naught but bitter hate and silence." She stands, eerily moving with the wrong body language for any normal person. "A statement if yours, which carries the weight of mighty action."

"Can you blame us?" Rick grunts with a bit of irritation. "After all the games that have been played with us? Picking on us..?"

.oO(Picking on the ones I love?)Oo.

"Frankly how do we know this isn't just another game?" it's then that he happens to glance over to Guardian Kitsune's arrival, and actually moves forward, looking the reploid's damage over, before immediately gesturing him to the closest medtable. "Get yourself laid out..."

Guardian Kitsune nods slowly to Rick, and lays himself out on the table, removing his cloak which is heavy with an assortment of vile weaponry and tools only the most trained and heartless assassins would carry...he only uses a select few of them, the rest he carries as burdensome reminders of his past.

Twila Peterson catches Myobu's entrance but can do little to help him for the moment, but merely dips her chin towards the repair chamber for him if he happens to see it. Although she would be able to administer some repairs, she could not do so adequately due to his make-up. However, Rick seems to tend to him first and foremost...which is good. It offers another distraction. "Besides, for all we know you could have some ulterior motives. You expect us to trust you without stating exactly why." .oO(Bass himself didn't have a choice in the matter to become Forte. He was forced to become a different individual. And the same was with Vava to Vile.)Oo. The latter still causing her pain.

Rock walks into the medical bay, taking his helmet off and setting it aside on a countertop. Still seeing Libra's presence, he hrms and slips across the way to take a seat.

Roll walks in following her brother. She looks a little...well, like she has a few things to think about anyway, but she pushes those thoughts aside for now, taking another empty seat to hear what is going on, hoping that this Stardroid will be less...less like Pluto in Moscow, anyway.

Twila Peterson continues staring towards the Stardroid silently. Try as she might her own tiredness from the days events is starting to show. At the sound of the return of some of the others she inwardly breaths a sigh of relief while tossing Rock in particular a poor imitation of a smile in greeting. She would have given more but her present mood and the effects of recent events prevent her from doing so,

Guardian Kitsune is laying sprawled out across a med table, looking tired and barely moving while he recovers from what happend earlier this evening to him in Moscow.

Libra pauses, considering these things. Then, she does something...unexpected. She reaches behind her back, and pulls out the *huge* weapon there. A pole-axe more than a meter and a half long, made almsot entirely of polished, shining opal stone. A weapon, while more obvious than the powers of the other Stardroids, no doubt as deadly. Lifting it high upwards, she spins it around several times - a near-gale erupts around it, lifting up most anything under forty pounds. Then, abruptly, the spinning stops and she jams the weapon's blade into the floor with *massive* force, easily puncturing the reinforced floorplates which have in the past supported the weight of General without cringing. This fragile, delicate being definitely packs the power one would expect from a Stardroid. Very seriously, she looks at both Twila and Rick. "I am Libra - Zodiac, servant of her Ladyship Duet, and chief negotiator of the Stardroids. My weapon, clean of any blood, is my bond to you. Harm is not my intent, only the end of conflict. You wish trust? You doubt my sincerity?" She seems to barely notice the others coming in, she's so caught up in things. "I give you this, the only sign I can - there will be no danger from I. Now, nor ever."

Rock glances across at Twila's staring; standing, he moves across to rest one hand on her shoulder. "I believe her..." he says, then. "Duet, I believe I've seen before."

Roll literally jumps in her seat when Libra jams her axe down into the floor. "I've seen this one before too," she whispers across to Rock, wondering just what she missed happening by coming in late. What intent is the Stardroid talking about? Well perhaps if she just stays quiet and listens more, she'll find out.

Guardian Kitsune grumbles, "I haven't seen many Stardroids as the rest of you. I've only seen that one eyed monster that dared pried dark memories from me that even I shouldn't hold. And the smug feline in Moscow. Aside from the one before us...."

Rick Morgan winces as the axe is jammed downwards, only able to think about the damage to the floor for a moment. But finally, he lets a long sigh out, and just proceeds to shake his head slowly, instead bending over Guardian Kitsune that much more, to examine his damage. A hand reaches down to probe at the worst of the wounds, as he proceeds to pull out his tools as well, and set to work.

Guardian Kitsune explains the damage to Rick, "The worst of the damage was from my own hammer, Storm Eagle created a wind when I threw the hammer towards him...it blew back and smashed my internal systems. Brings a visual aid to the poetic quote "Live by the sword...die by the sword. Yet this was an energy hammer and not fatal unless I was anything but a machine."

Twila Peterson jumps a bit startled as well, drawing a breath as the weapon is practically driven into the floor. She stares wide-eyed for a few moments unable to say anything, and perhaps feeling more than a tad uneasy. Despite Libra's words she also recalls Mercury's words. Didn't he say he was without the intent to harm as well? And just what had *he* done last night? Her words give way to silence, not exactly knowing what to say, or think for that matter. "And...what exactly would you hope to gain by this trust?" She tells Rock, "Duet was one of the ones here last night."

Rock ahhs softly at Twila, regarding Libra; glancing across at Kitsune he chuckles a little.

Libra smiles, more a lopsided smirk this time than a saccrine-laiden grin. "You have still yet to tell me to whom I have been speaking. But attaching a name to someone brings to them a brand new light. Mayhaps that attachment would be good for my associates." Very carefully, she sits back down, leaving the massive weapon sticking up out of the floor. "No true endeavor of peace may begin without trust, in the mean. Such is the most basic of teachings."

"I'm Rock," he says to Libra.

Twila Peterson takes in another deep breath, following the Commander's example. "Twila."

Libra lets out a deep, relaxed breath. "And this creates the start." She stands and places one of her slender hands on the haft of the weapon. "This done, my purpose long since complete, I must abide by the decrees. My time is past too soon for my liking - guard thy world with care." Her entire body (and the axe) glow with black light. "The Scales, do not ignore." The light expands outwards, and, right after a flash, she's gone.

Rock frowns a little, as Libra vanishes.

Twila Peterson fruitlessly tries to shield her eyes before there's a sudden brightness. With a wince she moves to cover her eyes too late and is left standing there covering them with her hand until her eyes readjust. When she looks back up, Libra is no longer there. "Don't tell me they're going to do daily drop-ins now..." she groans.

Guardian Kitsune sighs... Guardian Kitsune says, "I hope not..."

Rock nods, "Let's hope not."

Roll nods. "That was...well, at least she was nice about it," she says, thinking about Pluto earlier.

Twila Peterson runs a hand shakily through her auburn strands as she lets out a tired sigh. "I can't even think straight right now. Going to have to wait until tomorrow to mentally process all this." Tiredly she removes her medic's smock and places it on a nearby chair before walking over towards Rock. "Think I better head in for the night. Been a bit of a long day..." Of which she's sure Rock would agree...considering...

Rock nods at Twila, linking his hand into hers, "I'll walk you back to your room, Twila."

Roll glances at the people left in the room. "I'm not really that tired yet, so I'll stay here and watch to make sure everyone will be fine before turning it myself," she offers.

Twila Peterson offers his fingers a gently squeeze and gently kisses his cheek. "Thanks," she offers shyly before glancing almost longingly for the exit. As for Roll, she's not certain how to respond to her right now considering what she heard from her over the broadband earlier due to her own weariness. So...she doesn't.

Michael Eildath is totally catatonic, eyes open, but looking at nothing.

Rock nods at Roll, "Alright, sis. See you in the morning." And he turns, and walks out with Twila, returning her kiss as they go out into the hallway.

Rock wraps one arm about Twila, stifling a yawn. "She's more... friendly than some of the Stardroids.'

Twila Peterson hmmms...in thought as she leans on Rock as they walk through the corridore. "I'll grant her that. Still...don't trust any of them..."