Megaman - Thursday, January 04, 2001, 3:10 PM
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Nogaki Commerical District Level 2 - Neo Tokyo
Up among the highest levels of the commercial district are the most expensive shops and businesses in Neo Tokyo. Here the nouveau rich can get everything from eye color to skin pigment alterations for the right price, as well as exotic goods from even the most remote parts of the globe. Hover-limos skim through the air, even though air vehicles are officially restricted in this part of the city. If you don't have great credit, you probably can't even afford to breathe the refined air up here.

Neo-Tokyo. A City of wonder, splender, and technology. And here in the Commercial District, take place some of the most liveliest activities in the city. On this upper level of the city, here is where all of the most expensive shops and businesses peddle their wares, Everything and Anything can be done here in Neo-Yokyo, for a price. And here today, amoung the many crowds of natives, walks another figure of a hieght only slightly taller then the normal japanese residents. This figure is clad in just his civvilian garb today, with the added addition of an aviator's jacket against the still chill and the still small areas of snow from the massive Blizzard that took place just before Christmas. Sapphire Blues glance about as he moves through the crowd, looking around at the various stores. Out for a shopping trip it seems.

Can you guess who this is?

I knew you could

And yet, among the crowd there appears to be almost a strange void, as people notice something... Or someone walking along and aparently shopping as well. Now what could be big enough to do this? Mad madman like Sigma? A killer like Bass? Close, but not correct. Who it is, is a femme, a femme wearing a very framiliar black armor, minus its helmet. A femme who looks just like one who was reportedly killed by a fellow Robot Master. Yes, you guessed it, it's a femme that could easilly be Requiems twin, if not Requiem herself. As is, the only major way to tell the two apart right now would be that this femme, while wearing Requiems armor, isn't wearing the helmet, and the fact that this femmes hair has white sidelocks.

Meanwhile, there is also following a short distance behind this femme. Something that isn't easilly seen, or can easilly be told that it is following the Requiem look alike, as it blends in with both the crowd and the shadows.

And what else would a girl possibly do in a store but shop? Theoretically, that is exactly what the young genius Tron Bonne is doing. Walking unburdened down the street, she leads a train of tiny yellow robots that look strangely like lego men, which all carry immense bundles in their inadequately small arms, consisting of various bags and boxes of consumer products mixed in with more exotic high tech fare. Inevitably, one of them eventually trips and causes his entire bundle to topple onto the Kobun in front of him, causing him to do the same, and so on and so forth in a terrible chain reaction that causes quite the mess. Tron, however, manages to dodge the shower of boxes thanks to the looming shadow she sees over herself only moments prior. "Hey! What in the world are you guys doing? You nearly killed me!" She yells at the now disoriented kobun who lie half buried in store bought goods. "I'm sorry, Miss Tron! I tripped on something." One of the squeeks out in a high pitched voice from near the back. Letting out a heavy sigh, the young girl places her hands on her hips and responds sternly, "Well pick everything up and don't let it happen again! You better hope none of this equipment is damaged, or no curry rice tonite!" The kobun all start panicing en masse and start to hasten to pick up the scattered packages.

Shopping, Ahh... for the days when you could do that without a whole mess of trouble. As for now, the young man doesn't yet notice slightly distanct parting of the crowd that surrounds the one figure that movies through it. But he is however close enough to head the tumble of Boxes and the parting of the crowd and then the yelling. A blink of sapphire blues. And swiftly he moves to the sight of the trouble, ever wanting to be of help. He steps foward out of the crowd, eyes moving to the young woman ordering the smaller robots around, and he walks foward to kneel by several fallen boxes. "Here... Let me help you." Rock slowly begins picking up the boxes, balancing them easily and then looks to the small yellow and blue, 'lego men' before looking up to Tron with a smile. "Hello, Miss. Quite the load you have here." Rock chuckles, rising after lifting the boxes. The Kobun he just taking for what they are, little helper droids.

. o O (What the heck...) O o .

As Serenade notices the supposed Lego men, and the tumble of packages ahead of her she just stops dead in her tracks, scowling slightly as she watches.

"Some people just don't know when to quit..." she mutters under her breath, eying thr large number of packages. Fortunately though, as Rock moves to help, Serenade doesn't get a goot chance to look at him, nor does she try to. Instead she lets her gaze drift from the packages, to the robots.

. o O (Probably more there than I want to know. Odds are Synth could mentally take them apart nd tell me what they can do... And if they have any hidden secrets... I wonder what Dad would think of them...) O o .

Taken back by what she feels is the Rock's interference, Tron frowns and storms right up to Rock, forcefully attempting to grab his shoulder and yank him so that he faces towards her. Regardless of whether she actually suceeds in doing so, she makes sure to voice her opinion on the matter. "Hey, you! What do you think you're doing to /my/ kobun!" She states in almost a shout, making sure to point her finger accusingly once in a while. They are, after all, her creations and they're perfectly capable of handling themselves on their own (more or less) without help from some strange guy from off the street. By now she's undoubtedly interupted whatever well intentioned things Rock was doing. Besides, she can't be sure he knows how to properly handle her delicate equipment. (Not that the kobun can do any better, apparently.) She has important projects to work on, as hers is the only scientific mind in the Bonne family.

Rock blinks as he is forcefully yanked by the smaller young woman, blinking as he reballances the boxes in his arms. This in fact, yanked him away from facing Serenade, so it is probably good that it happened. He blinks again, mouth working for a moment before he speaks, noding his head to her. "Sorry, Miss. I just thought to help." Rock raises his head, regarding her with those sapphire blues, eyeing the accusing finger warily. "Your... 'Kobun?'... looked like they needed some help too carrying all these." Rock offers one of his winning smiles from his ALMOST perfectly shaped face. "Uhh... need me to help carry these to where-ever it is you are taking them? I don't want to overburden your little server droids or anything." Rock getting yelled at for helping... so what else is new?

The Crowd having moved on and begining to avoid this area for the fallen boxes the Kobun are scattering to pick up, and perhaps the lone figure in dark armor, unoticed as yet by the Blue Bomber.

Meanwhile, as Serenade stops, the shadow following her stops as well, as it looks around. In fact as it notices the Kobuns it bars its teath, but remains silently watching. After all its job is to protect. Not to destroy what ever it pleases.

Serenade though, just chuckles slightly as she watches Trons reaction to the offered help, but as she notices the face of the person helping, she frown.

. o O (Him.... It figures a goody to shoes like good old Mega would help someone who doesn't want it.) O o . Serenade thinks, as she continues to watch, a few memories coming to the surface. Memories of how Rock and his Hunters helped her by repairing her after a incident with Bass... A incident that happened before she was welcomed into Dr. Wilys family...

Within the hustle and bustle of the crowds a young redhead is counted among the many as they go about their business...unaware of events elsewhere within the area unfolding.

Finally getting a good look at Rock's face, Tron flushes slightly before her cheeks turn a slight red as he smiles at her. A smile? Her emotions are a mixture of confusion with several other feelings she can't quite identify. But not even a few seconds later, however, she's managed to compose herself and all is normal once more. What an odd person, she convinces herself. What kind of person smiles at you while you're yelling at them anyway? Hmph. "They're called /Kobun/ not 'server droids'," She states with obvious disdain, as she places her hands onto her hips. Server droids? What a terribly unoriginal a name to call them. "Besides, you're only getting in their way. I designed and built every one of them myself. I think I know what they're capable of," she states in a somewhat more calm tone. Turning her head to the side, she addresses the Kobun who tripped, "Number thirty two! Aren't you ready yet?" Apparently despite the fact that they all look more or less exactly the same, she can pick out who is who. "Almost ready!" He squeeks out in reply.

The Blue Bomber blinks again at Tron as he listens to her words. "Built them yourself?" Rock looks down to all of the little Kobun. "And sorry, Miss, I didn't mean to interfere there. Only trying to help out. And Kobun, eh?" Rock kneels slowly turning to look to the other Kobun and extends the boxes to them. "Here you go, be more careful next time." This said with another warm smile, this time for all of the small Kobun, extending the packages to them. "Very nice work, Miss. Impressive making all of these." Rock shakes his head, studying those about, before looking back up to Tron with those sapphire blues, smiling up to her. As for the unseen watcher, he isn't aware as yet.

After a few moments the 'unseen watcher' shakes her head though, shaking the memories from her thoughts for now.

. o O (Those are from another time... Before Dad... Before Acoustic... Before family...) O o .

And with that, Serenade starts moving again, people still trying to avoid her, as she starts walking directly towards Rock and Tron.

The differing shops being the more expensive, Twila resigns herself to mostly window shopping, peering into the picturesque displays and looking over the various products. Presently, she studdies one holding varied oriental antiques.

"Well, of course it's good work," the young girl responds rather arrogantly. Tron, of course, fully realizes how tremendously, mind bogglingly intelligent she is for her age. She has not met anyone else even close to fourteen years old yet who has built even half of her range of vast accomplishments. No doubt life would be much more difficult for Teisel if she were more frivilous like Bon Bonne. The cost to hire an outside contracter to build and design the Gesellschaft would've been outrageous. Not to mention, it probably would've been very poor work. She pauses from her own reverie and self praise to consider a moment the events which have come to pass. /No one/ is this nice for no reason. He must want something from her. Well, she has better things to do than to humor some leech off of the street who wants to cut in on her profits. "No, I don't need help. Especially not yours," she retorts bluntly. By now, she's so busy admiring herself that she completely doesn't notice Serenade's approach. Not that she'd do anything but stare sternly at her if she had noticed.

A lean businesswoman in very snappy attire fidgets with her hair repetitively, then stands from a bench where she was simply sitting, looking through the crowd side to side. Doing the exact same things a couple times over before walking through the crowd smoothly. Looking up to the rooftops, then down to the crowd level. She even inspects the ground in her search for.. something. She seems to have no recognition of anybody, even the crowd about her, and she randomly bumps into people as if they weren't there. She brushes blond hair away again, revealing the blank pupiless white of her eyes. Then she proceeds. Looking right in the direction of Rock and Tron for a moment aimlessly, then continuing on in the crowd.

Rock shrugs, the Servbots taking the packages from him and slowly he rises, blinking as he looks to Tron. He then shrugs, turning to fully face her and give a slow, formal bow. "All right, Miss." Rock rises from the bow, offering a smile, reaching up to brush a hand back through his thick, dark brown, fashionably messy hair. "Sorry to help where it isn't wanted." Then he pauses, looking down to the Kobun. "And hmm, These are very well designed. Hmm... judging from their look... they are probably very versitile and use...ful..." That last is said as he at last notices the figure slowly approaching out of the corner of his eye... his head /snaps/ foward towards her and his sapphire blues open wide in shock. "...Requiem...?" Rock instantly turns fully to her, placing himself between the young girl and the Robot Master, looking back to Tron for a moment. "Don't be afraid." Rock then looks to... 'Requiem'... his sapphire blues glaring. "What are you doing here? Come to shop for a new hairdo?" Hmm... there is something new here. Requiem's hair was different, and there is something odd about her. As for the young Businesswoman... he doesn't notice her to much save for a glance out of the corner of his eye and a slightly puzzled expression, . o O ( That was the woman I bumbed into in San-angeles... Strange... ) Rock immediatly refocuses on 'Requiem' however

Requiem chcukles faintly, her mouth turning up with a almost feral, but amused smile, even as she motions towards her hair while she continues towards Rock and Tron, "I'm glad you notice Mega Twerp. Most guys can't even tell if a femme gets a new outfit, let alone a new hair style. Tell me, what do you think?" But as she looks back at Tron, her smile fades, "Cheating on Mom? Tsk tsk. Mega. I would of thought you better than that..."

(Ch. E [Secure]) Serenade transmits: ' o/~ Hey Mom.... o/~'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Uh...yes, Serenade?'.
(Ch. E [Secure]) Serenade transmits: 'I think you should of stayed with Dad. Your boy toy is cheating on you....'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: '...'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: '..with the toaster!'.
(Ch. E [None]) Quire transmits: 'That's a disturbing thought.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Quire transmits: 'I'll never eat toast in the base again.'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: '... Serenade? ... You /arn't/ Requiem. I... see...'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'My toaster keeps me nice and happy!'.
(Ch. E [None]) Quire transmits: 'That's slightly more disturbing.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Skull Man transmits: '....'.
(Ch. E []) Shade Man transmits: ' ....'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'Push the button down, hop in, and I can stay nice and toasty warm!'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Pardon, I'd rather believe my borfriend.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: 'He sure is a bore, girlfriend.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: 'Yamean, yamean!!'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Remind me to smack you later, Crashie.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: ''Crashie?''.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'I'll remind you!'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: 'Nooo! This is not rated G.'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Yes, 'Crashie'.'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Your opinion. Sides, I wasn't aware personal relationships were public entertainment.'.
(Ch. E []) Shade Man transmits: ' That should provide some quality entertainment.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'But Ginger, don't you watch the Young and the Heartless?'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: '..................''.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: '*audible facefault*'.
(Ch. E [None]) Violen transmits: '*BURP*'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'OH NO! I missed today's episode! Who

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Cute. Wouldn't put it past them to sell movie rights of some sort.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: '...Indeed.'.

(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'If it's any consolation, Miss Peterson, I find no amusement in your relationship.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'Only disgust.'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Losstaret...blow it out your exhaust.'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'You are one to talk... Rafe.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'Who?'.
(Ch. B [Wideband]) Dawn transmits: 'Take cover, Cossack. Their usual rebuttal to that is openin' fire...'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Who do you think?'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'Me?'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'Or are you talking to yourself?'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'I find it amusing that Rock kissed another who I hear to be human. An interesting perversion.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'I'm sure I have no idea.'.
(Ch. E []) Shade Man transmits: ' I'm sure all of you think this amusing, but I have.. better things to do with my time then listen to the moanings of all of you, foe and friend alike. Good day. *CLICK*'.

Tron turns her head to examine the apparent 'friend' of Rock's, making sure to frown in her general direction to indicate her distaste. Armor is never a good sign. It usually means violence is close at hand, especially when situations get tense like this. Not quite in the mood to have all her hard earned shopping go to waste, she points in a very specific direction and turns her gaze to the Kobun at the very front of the line, who stands beside her. "Number One, I want you to take them back to the ship and make sure none of my equipment is damaged! I'll be there soon. I think I want to see if anything happens." Nodding his head, the yellow Kobun responds in a high pitched tone, "Yes, Miss Tron!" Teisel isn't the only one who can formulate plans. If it comes to blows, she can always use the chaos to her advantage to grab that terribly pricey magnetic fusion core field inducer that she's entirely too frugal to purchase in an honest manner. By the time anyone cares enough to notice it's gone, she'll be back at the Gesellschaft. Repliforce will be too busy trying to save people's lives and minimize damage. Of course, they might just sit here and stare at each other for a few hours too. She glances at her watch . o O ( I'll give them ten minutes. If nothing happens by then, I'll just go back to the ship. )

(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'The last Grave, Kaust. The last Grave...'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Grave?'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Or...long story?'.
(Ch. B [Hunter/RF]) Ice Unicorn transmits: 'Someone mentioned backup?'.

Meanwhile, the shadow that was following Serenade starts to get closer to her...

Rock narrows his sapphire blues at 'Serenade'... And slowly Rock's left arm raises up to the side as he glazes apon the Robot Master. "Liked the 'Fins' better... Serenade or Requiem or whoever you are." Rock shakes his head. "And you will find me /very/ observant." Rock pauses, looking back to Tron as she orders her Kobun away. "Don't worry, Miss... Tron? I wont let her hurt you..." Rock then looks back to 'Requiem', his extended left hand clenches into a fist... and of an instant... a blue glow slowly surrounds Rock. And with a flash of energy, he dons the armor of... Mega Man!

Mega Man regards 'Requiem' levely. "I am going to have to ask you to get out of my city, 'sis'... or there will be trouble... for you."

A flash of light-blue light emits from Rock, who leaps back and stands with his left arm outstretched. Starting at his feet, a blue energy washes up and around his body; as it passes, it leaves his Megaman armour covering him. Finally, the energy coalesces into his hands, forming his helmet, which he slams into place, the seal of his neck armor locking closed.

Around small group what indivuduals of the crowd remain back away rather quickly as the reploid dons his armer.

"Whoah...am I really seein--?"

"Ya, that's---

"Dude!"

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Very long, Twila... Very long...'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I'll...ask later...'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'So... you said this 'Serenade' had a Dog?'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Introduced her as Acoustic. Erm...why?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Just... wondering. I am face to face with her at the moment... and don't want to get caught by surprise.'.

(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Whoa... that shut him up. Yah for me!'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'Yay for the meeny-head!'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'OOC: Yay, even'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Thank you, oh Ditzy one'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'I have other business to attend to.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'Another time.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'You're welcome!'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'See you later, Rafe.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'Why do you keep calling me that?'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Ask yourself'.

(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'I did! My answer was you were talking to yourself.'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: '.............'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'You seem to be calling me something that is not my name. It seems rather juvenile to me.'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Losstaret... Go look at those Graves a little closer for me.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Kaust Losstaret transmits: 'In any event there is something that must be attended, and you have no right to speak of them. Good day.'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Good day, Losstaret.'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Congrats. Got the creep quiet.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'I know... That feels good!'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Don't doubt it and---. Wait...you said Serenade was right with you?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'I can tell you what happened in a little bit with Kaust... And... yes, she is. She looks /a lot/ like Requiem at the moment...'.

As Rock changes into his armor, a shape leaps out from the shadows, and lands right next to Serenade, growling loudly as it face Rock. Yes, Acoustic was the thing following the femme, and if there's one thing that can set this mecha wolf off, it's threatening Serenade.

The owner though just makes a quick motion with one hand as the robo dog lands, before looking back at Rock.

"Oh cry me a river, Mega Man." Serenade starts, her hand sliding up into her arm cannon. "I came here for a reason, one that won't hurt you. So you can stop playing peacock and showing your feathers off."

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I know...I reported meeting up with her recently.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: '... and there is the dog now.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Lovely.'.

(Ch. E [Secure]) Serenade transmits: ' o/~ Oh Mom.... o/~'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Uh...yes?'.
(Ch. E [Secure]) Serenade transmits: 'Ya know, your boy toy looks kinda cute when he's angry. *Giggle*'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: 'Dude, I'm not even touchin' that one.'.
(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: '................'.
(Ch. E []) Toad Man transmits: 'I am theenkeeng you are steenkeeng! ahahahaha'.
(Ch. E [Emergency]) Cold Man transmits: 'Sister...'.
Wind Man pages: Want me to beat her for you when she gets home tonight, mom? :P
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'Sister?! Where? I haven't seen Sis in ages!'.
Long distance to Wind Man: Twila Peterson nodnods!! :-)
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'Her name is Sis, but we all just call her Sis. I asked her once, "Hey Sis, how come you want to be called Sis all the time? Why not just Sis?"'.
(Ch. E [Repliforce/Hunter]) Rock transmits: 'Who said anything about being Angry? This is my Business Look.'.
(Ch. E [Emergency]) Cold Man transmits: 'Thank you for that lovely interlude, Ditz.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Ditz Pinkmouse transmits: 'And you know what she said? "Well Ditz, it's like this. Sis is a great name and all, but Sis is so much more pretty sounding. And it matches my colors, don't you think?"'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Wish she can be sent to her room without supper,'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'How about I just throw her and her dog out of my city by the scruff of their necks?'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Works fine by me.'.

Upon seeing the dog leap out of the shadows, Tron nearly jumps out of her own skin in a mixture of shock and fear. Up until now, she was perfectly willing to be brave. But her and dogs don't quite agree. "AHHH!" She wails in fear, screaming at the top of her lungs before leaping backwards behind Mega-Man, seeking some manner of shelter from that . . . beast-thing. Horrendous animals, those accursed dogs. They smell bad, they drool, they have questionable hygene, they do absolutely nothing useful, they're often violent, and despite their so-called 'loyalty' they only listen half the time. Who'd want to deal with that? Not her. She especially dislikes the teeth, the growling, the drooling, and the violence. Slowly, her head starts to appear from behind the blue clad form of Rock, but only as far as her eyes emerge. . . just enough to take a peek, before she vanishes again behind him. It's right about then that it dawns on her who she's hiding behind. /Mega-Man/? Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. Gustav's image must be pasted on a million wanted posters in every post-office in the world. Fortunately, she has the good sense not to do major wrong-doing when she's vulnerable. The dog! Of course, she almost forgot about the dog. o O ( *PANIC!* )

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Where are you anyway? Need any help with any crowd control?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Not... really. Everyone is mostly getting out of here now that Acoustic and Serenade have shown up. I am in the Level 2 of the Commercial District. I was uhh... shopping for a present for you...'.

Mega Man (Volnutt?) narrows sapphire blues even as the focusing jewel set on the front of his forehead gleams softly. He looks slowly to the dog. The one Twila reported... oh boy. Rock shakes his head slowly. It /does/ look like Treble... and if 'Serenade' and it can merge....

Rock shakes that concern away, focusing this time on Serenade. "Riiiight. And I am suppost to believe that... why? Besides... with the 11th hour under control... And your 'friends' raiding in Russia... I have a good reason to just throw you and your little dog out of my city." All Business. And Any RM inside a city, even those who mean no harm, is dangerous... especialy this one. Mega Man pauses, looking back to Tron and offering a reassuring, warm smile. "Don't worry... I will protect you..." And the Gustaff may be posted everywhere, but Tron isn't. Tron has never been really /seen/ outside the Gustaff as yet... and thus... Rock only thinks her a young woman in need of his protection.

Then Mega Man returns his gaze to Serenade, his left hand seemlessly 'dislocating' and sliping back into his forearm, and with a hissing click... his Buster barrel extends.

Inwardly, he too sends out a signal for his companions. Lets see how this She-Treble likes Rush...

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Level Two. Which...paveway? I'm...at 7th.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'One minute... I am not really in a position to look.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Understood. Not important unless needed. Yo9u have other concerns at the moment.'.

Serenade just shakes her head, a slight smile returning to her face. Sudenly, she snaps her fingers on the hand that isn't in her cannon, and her form is covered in a burst of light. As the light fades away oit reveals that Serenade has switched armors. Now her armor is a midnight purple, and is missing Requiems heart shaped decoration, but it's still helmetless.

"Mega... Mega... Mega... I could give you any number of reasons. One being that your removing me would require a lot of force, and that force would risk you destroying peoples shops and homes.... And possibly even the people themselves. Another would be that if you harm me, you'll never know what i found out from a certain pink freind of yours... A Pink freind I destroyed myself. If you don't believe that, talk to Zero. I gave him the remains of her helmet for Christmas. I could go on for a long time, just listing reasons. And in the end, no matter what, you won't fire. You can't."

<Global News Network> The United Nations Space division has lost contact with Hyperion Class Defense Satellite Omega. All civillains in the J-A-P grid are advised to seek shelter until advised otherwise. The UN believes it may be a mechanical malfunction, but caution is still advised. Travel outdoors at your own risk.'.

(Ch. C [MH-RF]) General transmits: 'Odd ...'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: '... Very odd, General...'.

All of this bravado and talk is beyond Tron right now. Her only concern at this point is that dog. If she could, she'd squash it with Gustav right now, but that entails entirely too much risk for minimal gain. Unprofitable, to say the least. With her cover blown, she'd never be able to walk around freely again. What a miserable existance that would be. She contemplates running, but that monster might chase her if she does. But if she stays where she is, no doubt she'll get squashed under the weight of Mega-Man if he starts a fight and gets tossed backwards. She brings her nails to her mouth, as if to bite them nervously, though she doesn't actually bite them (It's a nasty habit, after all). What should she do? Perhaps this wasn't such a great idea after all. It's questionable whether she'd be able to sneak that fusion core past Rock. Sure, it'd be easy to brush off a random guy on the street, but the scenario has since changed. For the moment, anyway, she stays put, not even daring to peek out again for fear that the Acoustic might be staring at her.

The Blue Bomber blinks, watching Serenade change out of Requiem's armor and into another... poised there on his massive boots, light glittering off of his frame and in the focusing jewel apon his forehead. He listens to her words, and with each, his face grows more and more hard. . o O ( ...Gambit... )

"...You... What did you do to Gambit, Serenade...? And I might not be able to fire... but I can smack you down and drag you out of here if I have to. I won't let you hurt anyone around here."

. o O (She destroyed Gambit... Zero... I have to talk to Zero...)

Rock notices Tron's nervous shaking, his optics narrowing slowly, and he speaks softly back to her without taking his eyes off of Tron. "Get out of here, Miss... I will cover you... don't worry... I wont let them hurt you... or anyone else around here." Rock glares back at Serenade then... pausing a moment before speaking. "So... why /are/ you and your puppy here, hmm?"

<Global News Network> * WARNING * "Massive energy surge detected in the sky above Korea. All occupants are advised to evacuate. We take you to a visual of the area now."

A lone mountain peak stands against the background of the lovely Korean countryside. In the far distance Seoul can be seen, just barely. The clouds above the stone monolith part, and energy begins to crackle above it. A column of blue light descends from the clouds, illuminating the mountain like a giant celestial flashlight. Wind sweeps in fierce torrents along the ground and grass is thrown into the air. Suddenly and without any warning a pillar of energy descends with unprecedented force. A great boom resounds as the column grows too bright for the eye to see and the camera jumps to static, for a moment, due to the energy disturbance. When it clears there is a smoking crater where the mountain just stood. The monitor cuts back to the reporter.

"Oh- lord, it seems that the satellite has fired at the Earth.. clearly that mountain has been vaporized.. but fortunately the immediate area was uninhabited. UN sources confirm that the loss of life was nill and casualties were minimal. But the question remains.. who or what is-" The screen leaps to static again and the reporter's voice an be heard crackling through. "Someone.. * crack * jamming.. transmission.. with.. pirate frequency. Attempting.. * crack * stop.." The screen goes black.

Sigma's dark visage replaces the figure on the monitor. His sapphire eyes blaze with untold fury. His lips curl back in a snarl as he speaks six horrifying syllables. "Hello, humanity."

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: '... Shimatta...'.
(Ch. B [Wideband]) Dawn transmits: 'What the?'.
(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Finish up as fast as you can out there... I think we have bigger fish to fry...'.

(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'General! Did you see that?!'.
(Ch. C [MH-RF]) General transmits: 'Indeed I did, Hunter Commander ... Indeed I did ...'.

With a loud chuckle, Serenade replies to that, not even bothering to hide her emotions.

"Oh Mega... When I tell you this.... Oh you'll just feel stupid. After all, you're all worked up now. Primed for a fight. let me tell you..... Oh let me tell you..."

At that Serenade closes her eyes, and licks her lips raising her hand and pointing at a shop located both to the side, and behind rock. A candy shop.

"I am here for Chocolate."

Due to the sudden danger as well as the U.N. response over the airwaves civilians move into the shopping areas at this time for safety. Twila is one of them, ushered into a cafe as soon as the announcement is made. As soon as the worker who drew her in tends to someone else...in attempts to quell fears, Twila's gaze drifts to the television as the broadcast in interrupted. "........"

(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Are you mobalizing? We have threats of various Master encounters at the moment. But I will be on my way up to that Satillite as fast as I can. It seems... Sigma just got Fancy'.
(Ch. C [MH-RF]) General transmits: 'That will not be necessary, Hunter Commander. Merely send your maid our own in evacuating any other threatened areas.'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Got it, General'.

Tron raises one hand above her hand and the other near her waist and raises one of her legs, as her mouth just drops open and her pupils dialate to teeny pin-sized dots. For the briefest of moments, she freezes in that position, before she promptly falls over onto the floor in that pose in completely utter shock. "Ah-ha-ha-ha," Tron sputters out weakly in a sarcastic tone before she quicky picks herself up off the floor. Standing beside Rock, she points directly at Serenade, paying her dog no mind for the moment, "This is all over /chocolate/?!"

The Blue Bomber narrows his eyes at Serenade... then his optics and mouth drop open as the GNN transmission flashes over the airwaves. Rock closes his eyes then, slowly shaking his head. Rock just got much bigger fish to fry. As the Civilians begin to move swiftly under cover, Mega Man looks slowly apon Serenade. He blinks slightly... hearing her words for the first time. Rock sighs, then regards her levely. "I just got a bigger fish to fry, 'Serenade'. Why dont you and your dog go have that Chocolate... and get out of my city. Probably will be safer for you."

Rock looks then to Tron. offering a slight smile at the exasperated note in her voice and her manner, then he slowly reaches out, putting one snow white hand on her shoulder. "Come on, miss. I need to get you to somewhere safe. Sigma has just decided to get Fancy..." Rock shakes his head. "I need to get you somewhere you will be safe... do you have somewhere to go?"

<Global News Network> Sigma's pirate frequency broadcasts the Maverick overlord's message to the entire world. His dark, dripping words resound through the ears of all: human, android, or reploid. "As you have clearly seen I have taken control of the Omega Defense Satellite. Ironic, this device was designed to prevent Maverick Missile Attacks. Now it shall become the instrument of our LIBERATION! I, Sigma, military commander of the Mavericks, hereby demand that the United Nations disband. In its place a reploid controlled government will be established. Under the rule of this planet's superior people we shall lead all of this world's true children into a utopia undreamed of. I also demand that Repliforce, in its entirety, be discharged from service. No reploid shall ever fight the battle of a human ever again. Finally I demand that humanity take its rightful place, as an extinct species, at our feet.

The monitor cuts to a shot of the satellite, gray, bulky, and deadly. A precision cannon extends from beneath it, targeted squarely at the Earth. "Refuse me and I shall begin to fire at populated areas. Seoul, the UN council, Light Labs, Repliforce Command, and the home of every major world leader. I give reploids one hour to evacuate from major cities, one hour for the UN to meet my demands, before I begin to fire. I know that many of you may be thinking of sending an offensive to stop me. Know that this satellite can aim within a hundreth of a degree and I will fire it at any opposing force send in my direction. Humanity- you have 58 minutes to consider your fate. Reploids, brothers, you have 58 minutes until you are all free. Time flows eternally, but my patience does not. Sigma out!"

***WINK***

(Ch. C [MH-RF]) General transmits: 'No, Sigma ... Humanity has all the time it desires. Hunter Command, I am going to stop Sigma ... Personally.'.
(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'God be with you, General.'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Yes, Sir... Take care up there. I will be coming up soon, and run interference. You may need it if the other Mavericks decide to attack...'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Be careful'.
(Ch. C [MH-RF]) General transmits: 'I shall ... And I so dare them to be that foolish, Hunter X. Sigma ... Has stepped over the line.'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'All right, Sir... Go get him... and show him what for.'.

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'You be careful too.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'I will... Do what you can to help the locale law enforcement to get people into shelters... hopefully... this won't end in bloodshed.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Agreed. Godspeed Rock.'.

Serenade just shrugs as her form shimmers once more as she shifts out of her amror all together, and into a leather dress as she rolls her eyes at Rock. "Fine.... Whatever you say Mega Wimp. Come on Acoustic..."

Acoustic though pauses for a moment, her gaze leveling at Tron as she growl loudly, barking once, before just as sudenly going silent as she stalks after Serenade.

Tron quickly leaps behind Rock again as Acoustic barks at her. But then as Sigma's message plays, she pauses from her cowardice and raises her head up to gaze at a passing blimp, playing the message on an extra-huge screen. Those innovative Japanese, they put televisions everywhere. As she hears more and more of the message, the frown on her face deepens until it's in an unusually sour state. Crossing her arms over her chest, she starts muttering to herself, "Stupid Reploids, who needs them. This would never happen with my Kobun." She simply ignores Rock's kind gesture and starts to walk off in this state bitter of self-conversation. A few words can be picked out every once in a while amidst her mumbling, as she makes her way back to the Gesellschaft.

After seeing the reports and snapping off a transmission the young woman enters back outside despite the protests of one or two of the patrons within that cafe. Since she's absent her medical garb she can't really be seen as anything other than a civillian. So, she may be immpeded. Taking a second to check the time to see how much there really is she contacts the authroties who already report the evactaion into area shelters underway and hops onto her bike....heading towards where she would be needed.

(Ch. E []) Sigma transmits: 'Wait, wait and see. Soon this world will know glory. Soon it will now purity. Go forth, my Mavericks, and harbinger our ascent!'.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I'd pay good money if that creep would shut up.'.
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Ch. E [Emergency]) Cold Man transmits: 'Lunatic.'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: 'Don't think you won't get your ass kicked.'.
(Ch. E [General-Broadband]) Tomahawk Zebra transmits: ' Eh? *yawn* Something going on without me?'.
(Ch. E [None]) Crash Man transmits: 'I may be high, but I'm also high on kickin' Maverick ass.'.

The Blue Bomber glares at Serenade for a moment. Mega Wimp?! ... riiiight. The RMs have no origionality, and the femme one doesn't seem to be much of an improvement. Rock shakes his head slowly, and sends a glare Acoustic's way as he barks and growls... . o O ( I'll introduce you to Rush later... )

Rock then shakes his head, looking to Tron and swiftly he turns, moving to her side. "Be careful, miss... And get to safety. I hope we meet again." Rock nods to her, offering a swift smile before he turns, begining to move away at a dead run...