Twi459

1/8/01
Logfile from M3

London: The Matt Inay Matinee Theater..

*WHACK* Ow! "You little...!!" Cyber Peacock's beside himself with fury, and the little mouse at his feet continues to go unnoticed. He's got bigger problems now. "MIRROR! BANSHEE!" he yells, furious, glowering down at Light. "Let's leave! The fire escape, now!" he orders, seizing Light by one arm.

Enigma Ermine isn't her "reploid" form. In fact, she looks completely human - good thing she's as tall as one, too. Her gaze flickers back and forth, falling upon Tomahawk. "Oh, goodie.." she mumbles, slowly gathering her hand into a fist..

Freeze Man occupies himself by carousing about and punching random walls, until he finds a Maverick to trash.

Sentinel is still waiting near the fire escape, sword ready, he knows something or someone'll come this way eventually, and it's the only thing he can do with his current orders...

*thud* *thud* *thud* *thud* "Crash Man walkin'."

The Red Bomber suddenly steps into view, armed with a pair of drills. "I smelled bad acting," he comments with a gruff rasp. "So I immediately thought of.. you." Crash points his right drill-tip straight at Sonic Banshee. A wide, cheshire grin forms on the android's peach-hued face.

Ditz Pinkmouse hmmms, trying to think what Guts would do in a situation like this, covered in cheese but too full to eat it, and with nobody offering him a hankerchief. "I know! He'd act like a dog!" Ditz barks at the Maverick trio and rubs up against Peacock's boot, smearing cheep theater cheese on it.

Mirror Pegasus psssts to Cyber. "Um, he's in a hoverchair." She then notices Ditz. Or more so, Nyasu hissing cat-like at him. "No, bad cabbit!" She smacks him back with a foot, and the holo-twin pegasii start to fall back with the nerdy Peacock. "Like, let's get outta here, pronto!"

Oops, not Cyber's done it. Light doesn't respond this time, his chair does. Instead of zapping Cyber with death rays, or disassembling him, the Quire chair, in classic style, instead thwumps out one of Light's meals at Cyber. In this case.. stuffing. How, fitting.

Firestorm Phoenix comes up to where Cyber has Light by the arm, "I'll keep these idiots busy while you exit stage left."

Colonel arrives on scene, complete with nifty hat and not-currently-seen beam sabre, which is easily capable of slicing, dicing, and making a variety of fries. He does not look happy.

Storm Owl flies to a nearby rooftop and observes the scene. He has decided to play observer and report whatever happens if necessary.

Punk smirks as he continues his way to the back saying, "This is going to be too easy.", he speeds up as he tries to find out to where Light is

Tomahawk Zebra scowls and beckons Enigma. "C'mon then. Show me what you've got." she says as she begins taking on a fighting stance herself.

Tomahawk Zebra drops Ermine vs Zebra, Battle for the right to imitate Sailor Uranus!.

Sonic Banshee laughs nervously at all the masters as they charge in. "Forgive me, father, f' I have sinned.." She mutters, before turning to run after Cyber and Mirror.. Only, well, Crash man's rumbling distracts her. "Mirror! Cyber! Retreat Wi'out me! I'm.. Busy!" She yelps, loudly, especially at the drill hand being pointed her way. Hitsuke responds to Crash's threat by leaping infront of Banshee, and baring her fangs with a growl. Banshee responds to Crash Man then by simply saying, "Bad acting? Not as bas as yer drinkin' problem.." before she holds up her claws, in a battle stance.

Cyber Peacock looks down at the little mouse, and opens his mouth...to fry like day old lard. *BZZZZZZZZZZZZZT* Once he's able to remove his hand, he coughs weakly, a cough in a poof of smoke erupting from his beak. Ow. Again with the ow. Looking down at Light, he remarks, "*kaff* I really, really do NOT like you *wheeze*."

Continuing to charge forth while the Bobbybots deal with assorted gumbies, Magnum reaches the far end of the theatre. Spotting the nefarious ner'dowells, Magnum stands erect, shield hanging off his arm, pointing dramatically forward with his other one.

"STOP! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!"

Crash Man just gives Sonic Banshee a look. A faintly perturbed sort, as if she just farted and won't admit to it. "..dude, my drinking is like, totally -not- the issue." He just shakes his head lightly. "Brr. I should just smack you for that." That being said, the Red Bomber comes up close to Sonic Banshee and tries to slap her.

*slap!*

Sonic Banshee is slapped upside the head. Banshee stares at Crash Man a moment. "Oh no, you didn't.." She snaps, rather annoyedly, before swinging her hand out to slap Crash Man back, this time, across the face, with her bladed fingernails included. Hitsuke just face-paws at them both and edges away a few steps..

Quick Man says, "Okay, who wants a piece of the Quick Man? You won't even see the ground smack you in the face when I knock your slow aft over."

Crash Man ducks underneath Sonic Banshee's swipe. "Oh yes I do." He takes a step back, and holds his left blaster straight for the Maverick. With a smirk, he fires! *blam!* A blast of fletchettes are sent flying!

Storm Owl quickly flies into the theater and begins looking about, hoping that his enhanced senses will allow him to locate the bomb. He tries to avoid conflict and focus on searching, a very difficult task given the situation.

Quick Man shouts, "Later, slowpokes!" and is back on the ship before anyone can say anything.

Crash Man ows, and gets a face full of big red anime scratches. "f Punk didn't tell me to retreat, I'd bomb your ass to .. Bombay!" With that, the Red Bomber takes the next train back to the Stealth Transport.

A huge fog develops throughout the theater, which should serve well to cover the escape.... meanwhile, Wind Man heads for the transport.

(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'Light...found him!'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: '... What is this, Sentinel?'.

(Ch. B [Lighthawk]) Seminole transmits: 'Dr. Light is behind held hostage by a few Mavericks in a London Theatre, sir.'.
(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: '...Oh no... Have they hurt him at all? Where exactly?'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Sentinel! Report your location!'.

Rock steps slowly into the Command Center, the grav lift closing behind him as he pauses, speaking into the radio.

Twila Peterson lifts her gaze to turn towards the newcomer...and does a doubletake. "Yeah...those kind of things let you know rather well..." she mumbles. Keeping the comm headset on she stands up. "I'll tend to you in the bay. Think you can manage it alright?"

Twila Peterson then pauses at the report and let's out a small gasp. When she sees Rock, emerging she bresses her lips together, knowing as soon as he's given a local...he'll probably be going right off. Not as if she can blame him.

Rock looks to Twila, then to Enigma, then back again. His face is immediatly full of shock and concern, and everything about him radiates an air of tension. He raises his head, offering a peircing whistle... and with a flash of energy... two beings are at his sides. Rush and Beat. Beat whistles in concern, and Rush is uttering a low growl...Enigma Ermine is in shambles. Or something similar.

(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'London. I'll handle this...'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Not alone you won't'.
(Ch. C []) Storm Owl transmits: 'Commander X, we require assistance.'.

Rock looks to Enigma then, doubletaking and blinking... "... Enigma?" Rock shakes his head, looking to Twila, then back to Enigma, "Can you take care of her, Twi... I... have to go save my father..." Rock turns, and runs swiftly for the teleporters, Rush and Beat racing by his sides.

(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'You have it. *the sound of blazing rockets*'.

Ditz Pinkmouse watches Light get carried off by a bird and looks around for help, only to spot Sonic Banshee shooting the poor man. "NOnononononono! EGADS, no!" he shouts at her, running over to grab her foot and tug on it. "Don't shoot the nice man, it's not nice!"

Mirror Pegasus squeals a bit as the fists fly at her head, and promptly makes use of her cliche powers by disappearing, the hammerblow whiffing as she teleports back a few feet. "Hey! Like, how rude! Trying to hit a lady. Even if she is a criminal. I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson in manners, now!" Her wings spread as she hops back a bit, hovering off the floor slightly. Cocking back her arm, her own fist starts to glow. "Let's see how -you- like the glowing fist treatment, copper. HAND OF FATE!" She thrusts her arm forward, a powerful (for her at least) beam of energy blasting off it and surging for Magnum.

Dr. Thomas Light starts to say something to Sentinel, when he suddenly stiffens painfully in his arms, the claws ripping across his legs and back. He howls in pain as he slams his head against Sentinel, writhering in pain.

Sentinel continues to fly higher into the sky, and boy does he ever get shot at. Claws fly at him...and miss, hitting Light. "Not good!" Cyber fires, scorching armor from the back of his left wing, but it holds. Fire digs into his back, but only does glancing damage to the armor there. "I'll be back for you, /all/ of you. Count on it!" And then the wing-glow intensifies, and he rockets out of the area at full speed and into a nearby alley, still securely holding Light.

Magnum grahs! His twin fists end up pounding through nothing but air as the Pegasus moves out o' the way. Off-balance, he doesn't notice her re-appearance until it's too late - and another energy beam is cast onto his armor. Ragh. Supporting himself against a wall, Magnum demagnetizes a pair of bolo-cuffs from his belt. "I am an officer. You are not a lady. I .. *cough* _will_ see you brought in..." A little wobbly, he throws the device at the airborn airhead.

Ballade sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "That would be Ditz's bird. It looks like the Mavericks have failed. And since we're not ready to deal with Repliforce..."

Mirror Pegasus yelps, throughing up her arms to block the incoming weapon. Unfortunately, she didn't realize that'd just make the attack that much easier to do what it's suppose to. She blinks as they cuffs slap around her wrists, and jerks on them a bit. "Grr! Like, what're this things?"

Magnum pulls himself from the wall, reaching for his nightstick again. "Bolocuffs. Police Corps issued. Don't leave home without them." Raising the nightstick above his head, Magnum aims the end of it at the Pegasus - and a blue jolt of electricity flies out toward her.

KRAKA-THOOM!

Mirror Pegasus only has a moment to get that 'deer in headlights' expression on her face, before the energy bolt sends her flying backwards and once again on the floor on her clashing colors posterior. "Like, ow, again..", she mutters, shaking her head. Grunting a bit, she uprights herself yet again. For a ditz, she takes the licking and keeps on ticking. "Alright. No more Miss Nice Brightly Colored Pony..."

Striking a pose, Mirror Pegasus thrusts out her left arm to the side and snaps her palm forward. A sparkle of energy begins to form in it as she calls out, "Jupiter..." Grabbing the electric sparkly she begins to spin around quickly, the energy spreading out from her hand and radiating up, where it collects into a sphere of lightning composing overhead as he continues to whirl, her skirt and wings flickering about her. "Oak... EVOLUTION!" Without stopping her twirl she throws her arms upwards, and as her hands touch the lightning ball it explodes, erupting into a whirlwind of leaf-shaped energy blades that spiral away from her rapidly.

Banshee turns, panting, as she finds herself to have hit NOT the target she was after.. but the target they were trying to get away with. Oh. That's. Not gonna be good for her current criminal record. She can already HEAR the charges against her person ka-chinging up in her brain. "Right then." States the banshee firmly, As she turns to Firestorm and Cyber. "Firestorm, retreat t'ae base. Cyber, smack Mirror up side tha' head an' get her ready t'ae move out. I'm gonn'ae go see if I kin' help Tomahawk.. I'll radio if there's any need f' back up, but see if ye kin' get tha' pastel problem out before that happens."

Firestorm Phoenix shakes his head, "I'm not retreating while others are still left behind." He crosses his arms over his chest obvious defience, "I'm not leaving untill everyone leaves."

Cyber Peacock blinks out and then back in beside Mirror, one hand on her shoulder. "Come on, now. Let's go, shall we, Mirror? I believe your point has been made...," he says, listening to the constant stream of radiowaves flying through the air. Sonic gets a momentary sharp glance before he looks back to the Crazy Horse.

Magnum looks steadfast. Resolved. Watching sternly as the energy bolt comes flying at him, he raises his nightstick into the air, letting it meet the blast head-on. For several strained seconds, Magnum struggles against the force - dfying all but anime physics - then, through force of will, manages to derail the shot into the far wall. Pause. Huff. Puff. "I am not a tree. I do not evolve. Thank you for your concern in my evolutionary status."

Pasuing, Magnum shrugs, summong another sheriff star into his hand, which he fingers momentarily. "My card."

Sonic Banshee narrows her eyes. Unforntunately, she does not know she has ignored Ditz. She turns, twitching a not too nice twitch, to face Firestorm. And give him.

The Look.

"We will make sure tha' we get everyone out. Get back t'ae base. Don't make me pull m' rank against ye, Firestorm. This isn't a suggestion. Sa' order." she snaps, as she turns to start back into the theatre to try and rescue Tomahawk-- Only to notice she has a mouse on her foot. She blinks. And sweatdrops.

And screams in fright.

RMighty warrior.. Mightier phobia,.

Ditz Pinkmouse continues to tug on her foot, and says louder, "Sailor Neptune, don't shoot the nice man! Don't do it! Nononononono!!!"

Long distance to Ballade: Wind Man nods emphatically. Oh, by the way, have you heard of any SERIOUS complaints about me? Nothing that I haven't resolved, like the stun thing?

Mirror Pegasus turns her head a bit to glare at Cyber. "Like, I'm busy here!", she huffs, and jerks her shoulder from his grasp. "So if you'd be nice enough to lemme a-ow!" She ducks her head as she's nailed in the side of it with the projectile. "Now, lookit what you did!", she snaps at Cyber, then turns to snear at Magnum again. "Geez! Now you're throwing things! What kind of cop are you, so ill-mannered. Well, what comes around, goes around!" Out of nowhere a tiara flickers onto her brow, only to be plucked off. Mirro grips it, and it transforms, flicking open into a fan, which she winds back, spins around once, and then flings it at the cop, the fan spinning so fast it turns into a solid disc. "MIRROR TIARA MAGIC!"

Cyber Peacock draws a deep breath, wincing as the bashee shriek echoes in his aural receptors. Clapping a hand to the sides of his head, he groans, bending over, "Owwwww...stop, Banshee! That hurts! It's only a mouse, you'll live!"

And from the doors to the Fire Escape, sudden a figure /BURSTS/ out and into the area... A figure of brilliant Blue. He rides apon a crimson hoverboard, and at his side, flies a small blue bird. This arrival is trumpeted by the -THOOM- of the engines and the explosion outward of the door. And there... slowly stopping his flight and gazing about... is Rock himself. Beat at his side. and Rush under his heels.

"Did someone call for an Exterminator?"

<Meanwhile...>

(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Lemme know if I'm needed after Ermine is stableized.'.
(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'I've got Dr. Light!'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Good! Get him out of there! Don't stay to fight. GO!'.

(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'I KNOW!'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Report on the situation, Sentinel'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Sentinel... get him to safety. I will go take care of the Mavericks. Jet? You with me?'.
(Ch. C [RF/MH-Allied]) Grenadier Medic transmits: 'I'm on the scene - do we have time to treat him? That looks Nasty...'.
(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'It's not life-threatening. Rally up with me somewhere, Grenadier. I don't care where, but I only know so much about first-aid.'.
(Ch. C [Non]) Jet Stingray transmits: 'I got your back, X, sir! I've been waiting to take them down for sometime for doing crud like this. About time we'd show them why we are the /good/ guys!'.
(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Injured currently at base tended to. Is medical assistance needed?'.
(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'Dr. Light needs it, very badly. Grenadier is on sight.'.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Grenadier Medic: "Maverick Hunter Assistant Medic Twila Peterson. Require assistance with Dr. Light?"

Grenadier Medic sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "He's in fairly good shape. Deep scratches in the legs though - nothing serious, but with helping hands and a familiar face, this should go better."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Grenadier Medic: "Current location?"

Grenadier Medic sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "London Main teleportation facility."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Grenadier Medic: "On my way. The...um...redhead you treated a few days ago."

<Soon...in the chamber in the British city...>

Sentinel looks as various medics and troops converge...and decides Dr. Light is in good hands. "Sickening..." He starts to glide away, "Attacking the person responsible for our very existence. And hitting London to boot. Unforgivable! Grenadier, please take care of Dr. Light. I'm going to show those Mavericks what I think of this..."

Grenadier Medic nods. "Good luck sir... I'll see you in the repair bay later."

(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'Dr. Light is safe now.'.
(Ch. C []) Storm Owl transmits: 'Well done.'.
(Ch. C [RF/MH-Allied]) Grenadier Medic transmits: 'Treating him now...'.
(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'Good. The Mavericks... are another story...'.
(Ch. C [Broadband]) Sentinel transmits: 'I'm coming to help.'.

Grenadier Medic waves Twila over when she arrives. He's currently disinfecting the wounds.

Several moments later after the last transmission one of the teleport chambers lights up due to use, materilizing into a young redheaded woman within forest green "fatigues". The center is as large as most others. But it's not long before she fince them. She waves towards the Repliforcers and heads on over to the tiny group. "Hello, Doctor," she offers respectfully, then adds" What's the worst of it?" to the medic...although she can see for herself more than likely. Just...want to make certain nothing else the eye can't see.

Grenadier Medic waves at the legs. "Nothing internal. Just these gashes. He'll be fine..."

Dr. Thomas Light winces as he has antiseptic dumped on him. "..of course I will be.." he mutters tightly between his teeth.

Twila Peterson kneels down beside them, only able to offer Sentinal a parting nod while obtaining her own supplies from her back to help disinfect...although not sure what the medic has and has not done yet. Would hate to be the seamstress of his pants however. "Doctors make the worst patiants...don't you know?" she asks, getting ready some covering to protect the wounds from dirt. "What happened out there? Had my radio off until recent."
Norman Cassidy has arrived.

Dr. Thomas Light says, "Seems the Mavericks didn't like the movie.." Light mutters as he closes his eyes, and looks upwards. "..guess I was just extra benefits.."

Grenadier Medic shakes his head. "Don't know." He hands the Doctor something to drink. "This should take the edge off the pain. It might make you just a bit sleepy, though. Then he nods to Twila. "I've noticed. Same thing goes for engineers." Reaching into his leg, he pulls out a needle and thread. "Doctor Light... one of these is going to require some stitches..."

Dr. Thomas Light nods to Grenaider, as he drinks down what is offered to him. "..I understand. Quire is not going to be pleased that I lost her chair..."

Twila smirks faintly at the comment regarding engineers, but says nothing more on the matter. With her features sobering she comments "Hopefully she'll be more concerned about you than the chair." Although knowing Quire...who knows. She then offers the medic, "Requireing more light?" no...not a pun. She wants to help in some way. Although, just being here may be that.

Grenadier Medic:
It's... a Medic. This reploid stands about five and a half feet tall, and is outfitted to look like a traditional medic of the World War II era in style. The white Hard Helmet with the bright red cross, the completely white armor with red crosses. However, some concessions have been made for the modern battlefield. Both shoulders are heavily reinforced, and the armor is designed to take some punishment. In addition to the repair and medical kits built into the armor of each leg, there are also weapon ports. Built into the right shoulder is a missile laucher, with three exit ports. Also, built into the forearms of Grenadier are grenade dispensers, hooked up to the ammo supply in his back.

Doctor Thomas Light:
A short man with a portly build, Doctor Thomas Light is hardly what one would consider the inventor of the android race, and what many consider the father of the Robotic Age. Piercing blue eyes gaze out upon the world, uncharacteristically bright and warm to those around him, be they longtime friend or stranger on the street. A thick mane of curly hair, white with age covers his head, and ends at shoulder length, while it extends forward in a billow, breastbone length beard. Quite round, in the face, with deep dimples that seem to sink around is droll little mouth. He has a broad face and a little round belly, that shakes when he laughs.

Grenadier Medic waits a moment for the painkiller to take effect, using the guaze and bandages set out by Twila to cover the less severe gashes. He nods to the offer of more light. "Please." Getting out the needle, he ives the Doc a quick scan. Good - the anasthetic is working. With a few deft stitches, he starts to close up the nastier gashes. "What movie were you seeing, Doctor?"

Dr. Thomas Light tries to think, though the local anesthetic is going to work. "..can't rightfully remember.."

Norman Cassidy suddenly appears from a teleporter. He blinks, yawning a bit. He stretches, looking around. "And what's going on this evening that has my tv going nuts?" he asks, idly and of no one. He continues to walk, seemingly aimlessly...Probably toward Light, Twila, and Grenadier.

Twila Peterson retrieves a specialized light from her pack as well, shining it on the place of injury, while avoiding a glare so it won't deter the Repliforcer. "Wasn't Sci-Fi was it?" Twila prods, trying to help keep her fellow human's mind off the minor surgery.

After a moment the young woman turns towards the newcomers and nods politely. Nope...nothing wrong with tending an injured man in a teleporting station...is there?

Grenadier Medic mostly asked to keep the Doc distracted from what he's doing, and shoots Twila a grateful smile. With several deft swipes of the needle, he pulls the gash together. Knotting off the thread and snipping the excess off, he smiles slightly.

Tinker Kangaroo steps cautiously and carefully into the teleporter area, expecting nothing to happen here. Instead she discovers several people surrounding a coat-wearing older man lying on the floor. With curiousity, she peers over to the body. At Twila's words she shakes her head. As the work is completed she looks at the closest person. "What happened?"

Dr. Thomas Light shakes his head. "...no, I make my own robots.. don't like watching the mock ups on-screen.." he mutters, getting somewhat sluggish.

Norman Cassidy blinks, spying the gathering..."What in the name of frag happened?" he asks, rushing forward. He leaps into the air, spinning and latching onto the ceiling with his cybernetic blades. He peers down at the injured doctor..."Is that who I think it is?"

Grenadier Medic covers the stitched wound with guaze. "That's gotten the worst of it." He smiles as the Doc starts to drift a bit. "All he needs now is rest... We should get him out of here though. If the Mavericks start loosing, they may come through here."

Twila tilts her head, maintaining the light source on the area. "Dr. Light...had a movie interrupted. Trying to find out what kind of movie it was actually. Maybe a western?" she says, trying to keep him distracted. Although with those visiting...it might be difficult. She glances towards the newomers before glancing back to the medic. When finished she deactivates the light and puts it away, nodding. "Agreed. Just a sec."

Tinker Kangaroo peers as she suddenly realizes who is lying, hurt on the ground. She never expected to see someone actually get hurt out here like this, especially not a good man like Dr. Light. Silently, she thinks of the many people who would have died if not for the efforts of those here, and within the theater. It makes her a bit proud to be a Repliforce Cadet. "Does he need anything. I have surgical instruments in my... storage space...

(Ch. C [RF/MH-Allied]) Grenadier Medic transmits: 'Doctor Light has been treated. We're probably moving him out of London shortly.'.

Norman Cassidy looks at the room..."You mean your pouch?" He then looks at Twila and Light..."Man...I always somehow miss all the exciting stuff." He shakes his head, "Ok, that's arguable..."

Dr. Thomas Light shakes his head. "..no, like dramas.. it was a Shakespearen remake.."
Grenadier Medic smiles at the Cadet. "That's alright. I have my own." He taps his legs, where his medkit is built in.

"Uh...what's your name anyway?" she asks, not remembering since...when she last saw him she was...somewhat out of it due to an injury

Grenadier Medic packs away his excess supplies, nodding to Twila. "I'm Grendaier Medic, Ma'am. Repliforce MSE Division. I need to be getting back onto the battlefield. We may have soliders down, and all respect to the Doctor..." He shrugs.. "I need to get back to the field."

Twila Peterson dips her chin. "Understandable. Thanks for your aid. And nice meeting you," the young woman offers, while positioning herself at Light's side to try and help him up.

Norman Cassidy does a flip off the ceiling and lands. "Here. Let me help." He smiles helpfully, noting Light's relative condition.

Grenadier Medic salutes, and turns a little as he packs his medkit. "Cadet - what's the battlefield Situation?"

(Ch. B [Dragonfire]) Rock transmits: 'I am glad he is all right... well... these Mavericks are going to learn /not/ to do anything like this ever again.'.

Offering a greatful nod towards Cassiday, who she does recall from several instances before, Twila waits until Light's balanced on his feet before moving forward. "Thanks. Just the one of the chambers. Should be able to take it from there."

Grenadier Medic blinks as the Cadet teleports out... and another Cadet comes clomping in. "Cadet, you're with me." Waving the Wombat onwards, he spins on his wheeled feet (quick response equipment) and starts to move out.

The Wuambatte suddenly puts his feet forward, skidding to a halt upon discerning Grenadier's gesture. Gleaning that he should follow, he does, turning slightly and keeping up with the character as ordered. Whee.

Norman Cassidy nods to Twila, "Right." He continues along, helping to support Light.

Twila Peterson gestures to the way, moving the doctor slowly towards the nearest chamber, then programs it for home, only to wait for the cyborg to back away before the sequence starts.

"Thanks again for your help. Mr. Cassiday." See...she remembers. And then...the teleport begins.

Norman Cassidy nods, "No problem."

<Britian...>

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Light's back at base, resting.'.

Sonic Banshee takes to hopping about in a circle, shaking her foot, trying to get rid of Ditz, who is attached to it. She's right in plain sight. She's distracted. She's 'easy prey'. "GETTOOFFGETTOFFGETTOFF!" screams the banshee. HItsuke, however, watching the whole charade, is not so occupied. She looks up. She spots trouble coming a mile away.

"Banshee.."

"GETTOFFGETTOFFGETTOFF!"

"BANSHEE."

"GETTOOFGETTOFFGETTOFF!!"

"SONIC! PROBLEMS ARE CHRONIC!!"

BAnshee finally looks up. In time to spot Rock. And Beat. And Rush.

"Ah, poop."

Firestorm Phoenix eyes Sonic, "rank? HA, you're the moral officer, I hold the same exact rank as you. Now, I leave with the last ones to go, I will not allow anyone to harmed if I could have been their to help."

Playing the role of trusty sidekick for our blue hero isn't Roll... Not Feeback, or even the famed Twila, but a Repliforcer that is eager to kick aft: Jet Stingray.

Following close behind the hunter, he cries out after Rock says his line, "You heard the man, it's time for a beating from the best of the best.... X and Jet, the experts in art of aft kicking!"

Cyber Peacock blinks. And blinks again. The beak swings open to gape at Rock, tailplumes and headplumes falling down as if he'd just been deactivated. This is NOT going well. "First I'm forced to dress up as a nun...then Light's chair bites me..." The bird shakes his head miserably. "This has not been my day at all." Grey optics flit left and right before he points at Magnum. "/He/ hit Light, not me!" he says, head bobbing, voice quavering.

Firestorm Phoenix hears the overly dramatized entrance and looks straight up, "Lovely..." He mutters under his breath, "You just had to go and hit Light didn't you."

Magnum lifts his leg up. Veeeeery carefully. Then he does a side-step, the rest of his body following his foot over. The Moon Tiara sails past him. "Fact: Australian boomerangs do not actually return to their owner's hands. Those are only special ones used for ceremonies. The point is moot, however." Re-attaching his nightstick to his belt, he slips out his Beam Magnum once more. "I am unit BP110. I am an instant justice machine. I am Magnum."

Hefting his gun up, he draws a bead. "Your warrant has been signed and sealed. Your protection is cast off. You are under arrest; alive or -dead-." KAPOW.

Mirror Pegasus may be a bit on the mentally lacking side, but she's not dense enough to not realize that gun is a threat by now. With a yelp she spins around, and the beam instead strikes the reflective surface of her wings, the result of energy upon bright, polished, shiney silver making a very very bright flash of light.

Ditz Pinkmouse hears Rock's comment and starts waving his hands as he stands next to Sonic's foot. "OOOH oooh me! I called for the exterminator!" he says seriously. "This big giant bird swooped down and grabbed that nice old man, who's really /Doctor Light/, an important person!!"

From afar, Ballade thinks /admin/ had a problem with it... Well, see what Duo comes up with. That's his job.

Rock glares down at the Mavericks before him, Jet hovering just behind. "Now... your first mistake was attacking London... that got Sentinel pissed off. Your second... was hurting /my/ Father. /No/ one messes with the Light Family." Rock raises his Buster foward, leveling it at Cyber and Banshee... "And you two are about to get your afts liberaly smacked." And Rock leaps from Rushes back, Dash jets igniting as he gives a loud battle cry, rocketing foward straight for the Banshee, a burst of Buster Fire flying right for her!

Sentinel suddenly gets conflicting orders. One of these times he'll cream the various politicians and such...he aborts his entrance attempt for now.

Mirror Pegasus had done that totally by accident. Law of Ditzy Combat. Or something. "Well, that was unexpected." Well, she's not one to fail to take advantage of a situation, either. As she turns around, her fan does indeed return to her hand. "Well, this isn't really a boomerang, it's a special fan, so it'll come back if it wants to, so nyaaah!", she chides Magnum for his little factoid as she saunters up, and takes a good slash at him with the razor edge.

-plink!-

Magnum's chestplate armor is given a good sideways splice. Oil leaks out of him as he works to re-regain his bearings, but he manages to get his blaster back into its holster. He reaches around his back for his riot-shield. Giving up ont the witty reparte', Magnum dashes forward with the shield in front of him, hoping to slam into her.

A blast of fire surrounds the banshee, and it nearly looks like she's been incinerated.. until the fire dissipates. And Banshee is still standing. Stunned, but standing. And her hair is singed, as is her dress. She blinks. Assesses the 'damage'. Narrows her eyes. "MAVERICKS! RETREAT! Blue boy's arse is _MINE_!" She snarls. Before she slashes a hand through the air, exploding a set of claw blades from it at Rock's face as she does so, giving him the exact same treatment his 'daddy' was injured by. Gee, probably pretty tell tale, now, who got the doctor..

Jet Stingray moves out as soon as Rock does, just waiting for that time to strike like a jack in the box, or rather Jet in the Box. Hopping over the side of the rail to hover in the air, his tail seeking Maverick internal fluids. Hovering with great speed toward Cyber Peacock, his tail seeks it give it is vemonous bite.

Firestorm Phoenix attempts to reason with X, "X, it was accident really, we didn't know he was in the theatre, total fluke. As for hitting your father... Uhh, if that coward Sentinel hadn't tried to run Light never would have been inju..." Firestorm's hand forarm ignite, "Ah screw it, even I don't buy it and I'm the one saying it..." He dashes at midget reploid and attempts to jack his jaw with a firey uppercut.

Ditz Pinkmouse watches as the two 'superheroes' start fighting and runs between them, holding up his hands at Rock and Sonic. "No, wait! Don't fight! You have to save Doctor Light from the bird!! And it's not nice for you two to fight!!"

Mirror Pegasus oooomphs as she's slammed into by the shield and stumbles back, though managing to keep her feet somehow this time. "A shield. How cowardly." Nevermind her primary is a shield. Snarling a bit, she crouchs back slightly, putting her hands close together in front of her, sparks of electricity forming between them. A crackling ball soon forms, which she flings at the cop. "Sparkling Wide Pressure!"

Cyber Peacock gasps in horror as Banshee's struck down, but not even his feelings for her can make him stand up to Rock. Besides, he's a lover, not a fighter. Rrrow. And so the grey optics turn towards Jet. "I must stand by Ban--er, my fellow Mavericks!" Yeah, that's right. Mavericks. Puffing out his chest authoritatively, the peacock's optics narrow as...he's stung right in the cheesy leg, cheese courtesy of Ditz, of course. "OW! Why is everyone picking on my legs today?!" he demands, rubbing his injured leg. Thing is, the hologram doesn't have internal fluids...just holographic goodness. "I will not have this sort of damage wrought upon my personage any longer!" he snaps at Jet, a long, snaky cable forming in his hands. Small metal teeth can be seen grabbing hungrily at air from the one end. "You like to sting, do you? Allow me to return the favour!" The cable screams out, seeking to latch onto Jet.

Commander X continues to rocket /straight/ for Sonic even as his blast slams into the Banshee, and he offers a smile. "Got that wrong, Maverick. Yours is /mine/" And Rock /RUSHES/ straight for her, ducking under the flying claws, and rocketing foward and to the side of the Firey uppercut of Firestorm. Rock eyes him for a moment. "Hey! Punk and I beat you bad enough last time... oh well... if you want another... But first!" Rock springs foward, one snowy white hand shooting to try and grip Sonic's outstretched arm, and then he will move to simply fling her over the edge of the Fire Escape to the alley below.

Magnum manages to effectively do a pirouette to get out of the way of the blast - hopping forward using the momentum his charge gave him, he places his shield onto his back once more, undoing his nightstick. With a shrug and a still-speedy dash, he attempts to whack Mirror upside the head.

Jet Stingray cries out as he was just landing in front of the Peacock when he had the /nerve/ to pull off a mimic attack. "You stung me? You stung /the/ Stingray of Repliforce?" He takes a few dramatic steps foward. "You are..." His foot jets begin to flare the ground underneth him. "Going to pay!" With that, he uses his foot jets to put him a mere two inches above the ground to spin around twice, his tail lashing out once more in rage.

And where is Hitsuke in all this? As banshee screams in fury at rock, and attempts to strike him, Hitsuke has noticed something.

Rush is a male.

Rush is a dog.

Rush is cute.

Hitsuke slips away from Banshee's side, unnoticed, as the femme Maverick is tossed into the air, flying for the ground below the fire escape.. But Banshee is trained for acrobatic moves. She had a great teacher. She lands on her feet down below, amazingly unjolted from the attack, and narrows her eyes, stepping back. "Hey, X!" She calls, "GUESS WHAT! I kin' still hear tha' sound yer daddy made w'an I gutted 'im in tha' back! Cried like a lady 'e did!" She calls, trying to draw the blue bomber away from her comrades with her scream.

Hitsuke approaches Rush. And gets to the point.

"What is in a name," the fox begins, "Would not a rose by any other smell just as sweet.. If by name I am your enemy.. call me not a montague.."

A pause.

"Kiss me, oh fool!"

Ditz Pinkmouse continues shouting at the brawling couple to stop when Rock charges Sonic, and thus tramples Ditz in the process. He lets out a little squeak, then peels himself off the floor. "It's not nice to fight!" he reiterates.

Mirror Pegasus eeks. "Again with the big stick thingy!", she complains, hopping back and ducking under the swing. Eeep. That stick is really starting to annoy her. "Okay, now I'm mad!" So mad she even starts to turn a bit red. "You've gotten me mad enough, cop. And when I'm mad, -you're- the one that's gonna burn!" Mirror throws her arms out to her sides, seeming to draw a circle of flames than starts to spin around her with them. She then whips up her arms over head, then flames spiraling up, and then leaping at Magnum. "FLAME WHEEL!"

Firestorm Phoenix hrmphs at X, "Feh, you never layed a finger on me, it was that worthless elite that did all the damage, But I shall take my frustration of defeat at his hands out on you." His hand once again shifts into the form of his cannon and he takes aim at the Hunter Commander, "Lets see how well you take the heat this time." Fire pours from the barrel and threatens to engulf X in its deadly embrace.

Cyber Peacock doesn't even blink out of the way of the tailwhip. Nah. Instead, the cocky bird simply alters his resonance frequencies, content to let the tail swish through him instead. "You know, Jet Stingray -- that is your name, is it not? That bit of energy was so useful -- I find that seafood is better dealt with on a plate instead of attempting to attack me." He blinks out and blinks in, tailplumes spread broadly. "Now, hold still so I may prepare you correctly, hm?" The crystals on his tails glow blue, and much like any good computer user would know, the Blue Screen of Death engulfs Jet in a peacock-blue glow. Of course, we all know what that does, don't it?

From Rock, Rush hovers there, currently in jet mode. He is indeed male. He is indeed a dog. And he is indeed, Cute. He is however, A Hero. Hitsuke, A Villian. Those /never/ work out. Rush hovers there, totaly stunned by comments made to him. Then he shimmers and transforms to his normal Canine mode, looking thunderstuck. He then shakes his head, as if to clear it, then glares at Hitsuke.

But, Rush isn't the only pet of Rock, oh no. Another one has currently flown back to hover behind Hitsuke, and he doesn't look happy. Beat then gives an angry, indignant shriek and flies for the Fox's head, to try and clamp his feet down and peck, Alla Woody Woodpecker!

The Blue Bomber on the other hand narrows his eyes at Sonic's shout, but he is /far/ to well trained to be distracted by those taunts. He is also... very angry... And as Firestorm comes around, raising his own cannon up, Rock /SPRINGS/ into the air, backfliping up and over the flame blast to come down behind Firestorm. "Oh yeah? Well... That /won't/ happen tonight." And Rock raises one booted foot up, and aims to kick Firestorm right in the back, attempting to send him over the side as well. Time to get this fight on level ground

Rush hovers there, currently in jet mode. He is indeed male. He is indeed a dog. And he is indeed, Cute. He is however, A Hero. Hitsuke, A Villian. Those /never/ work out. Rush hovers there, totaly stunned by comments made to him. Then he shimmers and transforms to his normal Canine mode, looking thunderstuck. He then shakes his head, as if to clear it, then glares at Hitsuke.

Jet Stingray lands back on his feet, growling to the cocky peacock. "You know I'm not going to..." Unluckily for Jet, while he might be quick, talking takes time. So with that thought in mind- Boom, Jet gets surrounded by the glow that stinks so badly (not literally of course). Unable to move against the power, Jet merely groans in displeasure. "Dang it.... You... Know, you are... asking... for it!"

Cyber Peacock sniffs in amusement as he tilts his head at the stingray. "Why, now there you have it little fish," he comments with a smirk. "You should never have come out of the water. I mean, when you were told to come out of the gene pool, they did not mean it literally." He cackles softly as his headcrest rises up, up, up, the crimson jewel glittering like muted fire. "This, my poor little Replifool, is the reason you do not mess with Cyber Peacock." A blast of red laser erupts from the jewel, screaming in for Jet.

Sonic Banshee blinks as it appears Firestorm may come sailing in from over head.. and dashes away, skidding when she knows she's in plain sight of everyone on the fire escape.. and then stopping. She turns. She narrows her eyes. She takes a deep breath. She screams.

"X!! GET YER SCRAWNY, LILLY LIVERED, NO GOOD, SORRY ARSE DOWN HERE AN' LET ME KICK IT FROM HERE T'AE KINGDOM COME!!!"

And then?

"HITSUKE!! BITE 'IS ARSE F'AR ME!!!"

Hitsuke, meanwhile, has her own peoblems. She's finally found the love of her life.. And now a bird is trying to hump her head. Hitsuke whirls around, yapping loudly, unleashign random blasts of fire into the air, trying to aim for Beat, while at the same time, trying to spout more prose.

"HOw do I *PWAH* thee, Let me count the *PWAH!!*! I Love thee to the *PWAH!* and *PWAH* Of thine.."

Magnum quickly ducks down, watching as the ball of fire from the horse goes sailing over his head. Ugh. This is never-ending, isn't it? Magnum pulls himself to his feet, considering a new approach. "If you cease this assault, give yourself up and turn state's evidence against the Mavericks, there's a good chance of you getting parole." With that, he lacklusterly chucks another of his throwing stars at Mirror. "This is getting rather tedious."

Firestorm Phoenix dashes forward and does one of those fancy backflip off the wall bits, avoiding the kick and landing behind Rock. "Feh, you still seem to be having problems hitting me X." With a kick off from another wall and firing of thrusters that easily put those piddly little dash jets to shame. Firestorm rockets toward Rock attempting to ram him in the back and if he were even the least bit lucky, watch him bounce around like a blue colored pinball.

Mirror Pegasus eeks as she's seemingly struck by the star, staggers around a bit. "Ooooh, he got me, he got me..." She wheels around on one foot, and then kneels over at his feet.

And a few moments later, yanks out the star from her stomach. "NOT!" And instead of bothering to get up, just teleports away while still close to him, leaving a sudden shockwave of energy in her wake as she reappears a few meters down the alley.

Getting nailed by Cyber Peacock, Jet Stingray is not batting a hundred percent or looking it. The blast rips across Jet's chest and shoulder, with a vicious attack revealing curcuits and other damage goods. His voice is weak as he starts to get up, but builds quickly. "I've got X's back, bird brain... And I am /not/ letting a fellow good guy down!" With battle cry of "Hruah!" ringing out, Jet Stingray takes a two running steps toward the Maverick 'brain-over-brawn' boy before starting off with full foot jets blaring. The Repliforce, not wishing to look back in front of /the/ Maverick Hunter, gives it all the juice he has, as he crosses his arms of his helmet. Charging the Maverick that fights him, he tries to have the computer reploid meet a wall in a most unwelcomed way.
Protected by Guts Man: Ditz Pinkmouse says, "Of course, I'm not always like that, but it's a very bad habit of mine"

Rush stares blankly. Oh this is /just/ what the Ruby Rover needs. A Poetic, Firespitting, Madly in love Fox. Rush lowers his head, giving a slow sigh. Beat on the otherhand is having a good deal of problems himself. He tries to hold onto the fox, shrieking indignantly, and then he /launches/ away from Hitsuke, trying to pull out some fur as he goes! He then bobs and weaves through the air at the blasts of flame that chase him, giving a Kokaburra cackle into the air.

And Rock narrows his eyes at the scream, narrowing his eyes as his kick goes wide from the mark. He then hears the words from Firestorm, offering a smile and launches straight back and up, backflipping through the air as Firestorm launches himself under him, landing back to cling onto the wall behind with his usual skill, giving a loud shout. "You want some, Banshee?! You got some!" Rock /SPRINGS/ from the wall, uncaring if the Phoenix may have thrown himself down from the railing as he falls into open air. He ignites his dash jets mid flight, but straight down. He launches down for Sonic, moving at full burn. He spins then mid air, Dash jets cutting off as he brings his legs together into one peice below him to simply try and /LAND/ on the Banshee... FEET FIRST!

Magnum is... to be honestly, only mildly singed by the energy as it washes over him. He coughs up some smoke and oil from the previous attacks on his person. Ugh.

Cyber Peacock yawns dully as the stingray passes through him, still having not set himself back to his original resolution. "This bores me, Replidoof," he says in a dull voice, plucking a number of metallic feathers free from the back of his head. "I wish to finish this sometime." Flinging the feathers at Jet, the flurry of the metal bits blink to life, small red LCD lights flickering on them. They all hone in for the Repliforcer...

"I love thee--EEEEOOOOWWWOOOO!!" Yeowls the fox as fur is ripped from the back of her head, and she unleashes another blast of fire at Beat, before looking to Rush, and bowing down. Too bad she can't approach him on know knee.. "-to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right;" The fox continues, reaching a paw out to try and touch Rush's, her tails drooping this way in that as one can practically see trhe many little red heart bubbles floating about hitsuke's head, "I love thee purely, as they turn from praise."

Banshee narrows her eyes. "HIT-TSU-KEEEEE! DID YE HEAR ME?!" She howls, loudly. And then she looks up. And sees Rock. Coming down. "This is going to hurt." She announces, meekly.

THWAAAAAM!! Banshee is smacked to the ground and sent flying backwards, crashing onto her arse, a nice cut to the side of her head.

"I love thee with the passion put to use, in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! -and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death."

With that, said, Hitsuke stands. Leands foreward. And tries to plant a lick across Rush's cheek.

Firestorm Phoenix growls as he misses Rock yet again, "stupid midget, hold still!" His body bursts into flames and he slowly rises into the air. oO(This worked last time, so why not now?)Oo Once he reaches and acceptable height he poors energy into the thrusters and dives for X, going into a suicide dive in attempts to make Rock a permanent part of the pavement.

Pain surges about Jet Stingray. After missing his heroic charge, his back is pelted with his foe's attack without remorse. His frame is now covered in with cuts and his internal lubricants and so on leaking extremely. Still he gets up by using the wall for support, after getting hit with /everything/ this guy is tossing at him, refusing to give up... Though it takes him more time considering his wounds and he appears that he is having problems just standing around. "I am the best... and I will not lose!" With that thought in mind, he forgoes any tricks, tatics, or even common sense and charges the Peacock to just belt him with a massive punch. Sometimes you just have to go back to basics, and right now, Jet is offically running out of options.

Magnum takes a moment out of battle to summon up a current police reporter. Hmm. Good, good.. area outside secure... bomb defused... and Magnum is probably well available for an Area attack.

Cyber Peacock was in the middle of reforming himself to his usual resolution when the punch hit. With a 'whoooof' of air, the peacock rights himself to glare at the ray. "Look here, you. Why won't you just lay down and die like you SHOULD?" he demands of the Repliforcer, tail rattling ominously. Each crystal glows individually, stunningly bright red. "Now if the Mavericks would be so good as to DUCK...," he remarks as he blasts out with a flurry of lasers in every direction.

Rush stands there, staring at Hitsuke, his ruby red eyes wide with shock. The crimson German Shepard slowly, ever so slowly, begins to back away... His paw indeed is touched by the Foxes and he yips slightly and springs back. If it was possible, he would be blushing as badly as his Master would be at this very moment, however, his crimson armor does get a bit more... crimson.

And Rock comes down /hard/ on the Banshee, landing with a /thunk/ apon her head and spring back from it with a burst of Dash jet fire, backfliping up into the air. It is just then that Firestorm's attack /slams/ into him as he slams into X mid-air, sending him flying foward as he is tackled and slams hard against the wall of the alley with a clang and a grunt. "OOF!" X then flips down from it, landing with a thud as Firestorm rebounds off of him.

And Rush is currently getting even more poetry spoken unto him, his eyes wider then ever. And as Hitsuke leans foward, Rush freezes in shock and panic. And he is indeed, licked. He then shudders, and facefaults heavily, then he springs up to his feet, reaching foward with both his front paws to take one of Hitsuke's, shakes it vigourously, then turns and springs into the air, transforming into his jet mode and rocketing away from the lovestruck fox!

And on the ground, Rock slowly pulls himself to his feet, eyes narrowing, then he spins on the ball of one booted foot, his Buster coming up for the hovering Phoenix, all ready the creshendo of a building charge rising in it. "Bad Polly. No cracker."

-THOOM!-

Mirror Pegasus was starting to sneak towards Magnum as he's busy with his radio. Sneak sneak sneak. "Pegasus sneak like ninja..." At least, until Peacock let's lasers fly everywhere, which freaks her out as they zipp past. "EEEK!", she shrieks, forgets sneaking, and ducks. Unfortunately, her rear end is wide open for being blasted by one of the beams, and with a howl goes flying into the air from being blasted, not by the cop, but by her own teammate. Um.. except theres a roof. Which she slams into. And then falls back to the floor. "Uuugh... somebody stop reality from spinning.. I wanna get off the ride...."

"I /don't/ die, Maveri-" Jet Stingray begins, ready to give another Repliforce blow when he Cyber Peacock goes all out. The attack is /deadly/, and perhaps the world would have been short one less Stingray if he did not move to have his armcannon block the blows that come. The armcannon gets a massive hole in it, one that would have been in his face if he were any slower. His upper torso gets even more blasts into it, one of the shots going in the wounded area causing serious damage. He falls on his back in pain, though he appears function more than less as he rises slowly. He gets to his knees, crying out in pain to X, "I can't really give you the assist any more, sir... The stupid Mav got a break.... is using it to break me. Though according to Sentinel, they have been left high and dry for any reforcements...."

Sonic Banshee narrows her eyes, at Rock. Heavily scowling, she scrambles to her feet, spitting out a spray of mechfluid frmo the inside of her face, which landed on with his feet. She takes a battle stance, crossing her claws in a metallic crosshatch, before her eyes, ready to lunge foreward to attack-- But Firestorm delivers death from above, and strikes the Blue Bomber before she has a chance to attack. She narrows her eyes as X opens fire on Firestorm. And remarks, in a deadly dry voice, "Stop pickin' on him..Yer after me." Before, as serious as the scowl on her face, she raises her hands.. and spins foreward, in an off sort of round-house attack, slashing for any part of X that she could possibly hit as she does so, finally coming to rest nearby, wether she hit or not.

The Banshee has stopped playing.

HItsuke, meanwhile, bewildered by Rush's rapid departure, sits down. and begins to wail. "OH Romeo, ROMEO! Where for art thou, Romeo!"

Mirror Pegasus slowly comes to her senses. Or what passes for sense in her cause. "Like, for the third time... ow... and stuff..." Hefting herself to her feet, she starts to walk off, only to yelp due to sore.. well, she was shot in the butt after all. Instead, she floats herself off the ground just enough to haul herself away.

Firestorm Phoenix is in the proccess of recovering from his attack and is hit squarely in the chest by the buster shot and is sent smashing into the wall on the oppiste side of the ally, "POLLY?! I AM NOT A PARROT!" Oh boy, now you've ticked him off. Both cannons come to life now, tendrils of flame licking at the barrel of the twin cannons. "I... AM... A... PHOENIX!" His arms thrust out at Rock and twin jets of flame spew forth from the cannons.

Beaten and bruised by a Maverick, Jet Stingray is barely able to get on both feet, but he manages somehow. With a slow walk, he looks for someone, his eyes resting on Magnum. With a slow walk, he begins to slowly toward the fellow good guy, praying that he does not get hit in this time. "I /will/ win...." he states quietly to himself, as if pushing himself with that line.

Cyber Peacock smirks broadly at Jet, grey eyes brilliant with a hidden malevolence. "Run away, little stingray," he mocks softly. "Take your wounded and flee back to the little ocean rock you crawled out from under," he continues as Jet cries out. The peacock, feeling brazen, turns his attentions to Rock now, smirking broadly.

Commander X glares up at Firestorm as his plasma shot slams into the Phoenix. His gaze then snaps to the side as he hears the words of that deadly dry voice, his arm slowly begining to come around in responce. His eyes then open wide as the Banshe launches herself for him in her deadly, slashing dance. Indeed, she has. "No! I'm taking you both down!" Then Rock launches himself to the side, barely avoiding the painful assault even as the shout fills the air, calling his attention back to the phoenix, then he springs up and into the air even as the blasts of flame fly just wait he was, foward flipping through the air. "And Phoenix's arn't one for COLD!" In mid flip his color changes, his torso becoming a frosty white, arms and legs a dark blue, his helmet and hands a dark red, he lands and thruts his arms foward, and between his outstretched arms then... cold gathers. Frost crystals form in mid air, solidifying and growing to large, glinting, transluscent Snowflake Shuriken. "BLIZZARD... ATTACK!!!" And those blades /LAUNCH/ foward and straight for The Banshee and the Phoenix, flooding the alley in front of him with bladed death.

Sonic Banshee narrows her eyes, and launches herself aside, ducking low, to avoide the attack aimed at her by the mighty X. Putting two claws to her lips, she unleashes a shrill whistle.. and amazingly, is answered, by a howl, as, Hitsuke, up on fire escape, forgets her missing Bou -- foxes are fickle, Ni? -- and scrambles into action. Suddenly, the fox is sailing into the air, and landing on the ground before Banshee. The two of them narrow their eyes at the formidable X. "It's time for an attack of a different color." remarks Banshee. Suddenly, pointing at X with her claws outstretched, Banshee begins to speak.

"Oh source of all power, light which burns beyond crimson, let they power gather within her hand.. FIRE BALLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!"

Only, the flames that blast into the area aimed for Rock don't come from Sonic's hands.. but from the maw of the fox in massive waves.

Cyber Peacock's feeling brazen, having taken down TWO guys on his own. Well, actually one, but he's counting Magnum too just because he can. He turns his attentions to Rock now. "Now then, little man...," he leers at Mega Man. "Let us see how you feel after you tangle with my upgrade." Tailplumes flicker yellow now, and streak towards Rock but also careen around the alley. "Now, allow me to introduce myself to you, hmm? I am Cyber Peacock, the greatest computer hacker that ever was to walk the face of the planet!" The beam screams from his plumes, condensing into a yellow light...

Commander X is /SLAMED/ back by the fireball even as he lets out his assault, the Snowflake Shuriken burying themselfs in the walls and shreading the junk littered about in the alley. He grunts in pain as he is /slamed/ back in to the back wall of the alleyway, shaking his head to clear it, his armor charred in several places, even as it returns to his normal colors. He springs foward landing in a crouch, and narrows his eyes at the Banshee. Then he looks up of an instant, his eyes going wide at Firestorm. He /knows/ what is coming. "... shimatta."

Then Rock's attention is caught by Cyber high up on the Fire-escape... sapphire blues narrowing. "I know who you are, Peacock!" Rock then /launches/ himself foward, spining up and into the air, launching himself between where Firestorm hovers and Sonic stands to land behond, dodging the blasts of energy from the Peacock. The others may not be so lucky. Then X spins, his eyes focusing on Sonic. "So... you want to play at Lina Inverse? Well... I have one for you!" Rock's buster rises up... and he the hum rising from it changes an octave. "LIGHT COME FORTH!!!" And from the end of Rock's buster, a brilliant, pulsing white sword extends, humming and flairing with power! X then /launches himself foward, bringing the X-Blade around for an attempted crossways slash from shoulder to hip!

Rock strikes Sonic Banshee with his X-blade attack.
Rick Morgan pages: Eh. I got told it's progressing as expected for a mouth injury of this type. No infections really and there's nothing that can be put on it. Except for one particular tube of cream that can help numb it. I heard how expensive it was though so....to heck with it. I'll live with the discomfort and just let it heal.

The blaze slashes foreward, slicing the banshee across the front, from shoulder to hip, once more cutting her shirt, her skin, leaving a splatter of mech fluid on the ground about her, letting it drip down X's blade. Banshee is sent flying backwards from the slashs, she landas on the ground, on her back in a sprawl. Silence. And then.

A hand twitches.

And then a foot.

Suddenly, banshee shifts, and moves, rolling over with a growl of pain, as fluid drips from her chest to her pavement, as wires gleam in the dimming light of the day overhead. Her eyes narrow. She pushes to her hands and feet and stands, hands touching the cut, coming away with mech fluid. She turns. She lives. She suffers from PMS. Eyes narrowed, she pulls a frying pan out of anime space.

"If it were nae for tha' fact that I've got t'ae kill ye for ruinin' my dress, an' showin' more of my skin to tha' world than I like, I'd give ye praise for recognizin' that attack. Instead? TASTE MY FURY!!"

BAnshee charges foreward, that said, and brings the metallic impliment of doom arking for X's head as she springs into the air to carry more force behind it.

The vortex continues to grow as Firestorm shunts more power into it. His systems are damaged but the important systems(right now) are still working and he takes a moment to think as the power builds. oO(This has not gone well for me, but won't abandon a friend, I have to keep going untill Sonic leaves, or untill I aboslutely can fight no more.)Oo And ofcourse his player has to stop and wonder if his primary will hit actually get better than a 3 point randomizer roll.
But at anyrate the cyclone is reaching the peak of its power, its size easily dwarfing that of the runt known as Megaman. The wind speeds are equivlent to full sized tornado and the heat is suffient to melt high grade steels within seconds. This is trully a fearsome attack, atleast for an unimportant character like Firestorm. And with embodiment of the phoenix, Firestorm releases cyclone and blazes a trail through the sky as it streaks out to its intended victim, Megaman X.

Rock leaps out of the way of Firestorm Phoenix's Firestorm Cyclone.
Long distance to Rick Morgan: Twila Peterson noddles! Agreed. Unless I trust the doc rather well I ask if she could go in with me.

-CLANG!-

That is the sound of in fact, not a frying pan hitting X as planned, but hitting the side of the dumpster that was just behind him. Rock currently has /launched/ himself up and foward, keeping an eye on Firestorm even as he continues to charge his massive attack. He looks back to Sonic, offering a laugh. "Hah! Well Excuuuuuuuuuuse me, Prin-cess!" Rock spins mid air, landing in a crouch behind and beyond the PMSing Banshee, then he darts his gaze up to Firestorm, even as the Cyclone is /LAUNCHED/ for him. He swiftly moves towards the back of the alleyway, launching at full speed for the wall with the cyclone chasing right at his heels. He then springs straight up and for the wall, landing and clinging apon it even as the cyclone slams into the wall below him. Clinging there, he turns, his eyes focusing apon the Phoenix. "Time to put you down, Firebird. And it's time to send you back to the ashes of which you were born!" Rock's colors then change... ash grey and flame red. He /LAUNCHES/ himself away from the wall and seems to hover there for an instant, his arms and leads thrown out to their widest spread.

"FIRE..."

And the air about X /BURSTS/ into flame, and he looks down to Firestorm and Sonic.

"STORM!!!"

And he /LAUNCHES/ himself down from the air, flame licking around him and flowing our in waves apon waves of malignant, burning heat. The Fires of Hell itself, unleashed.

Banshee whirls, stares, helpless as the fires of hades engulf X, and then are sent swarming about her. Even as she's screaming in page and pain as her open wound is kissed by flames, as she's set ablaze, her hair scorched, her dress charred, falling away as ash in places, though not, amazingly and anime-magically, not in reveiling places. Firestorm's removal from the pool of those fighting X comes to her mind, and Banshee's attention is dragged from battle towards the Pheonix.

Not again.

Not again will she survive an attack while another falls in combat for trying to aid her in her fight. Not again will someone die in an alleyway alone away from the world because of her actions. X doesn't know it, but the thing that causes the most damage is not his flames of hell, is not the sword that struck her, nor the wound that gapes like a now black and burning maw in her chest.

But the fall of her comrad. And this damage is not physical. It's all. Completely. Mental. Banshee stares in disbelief, as Pheonix, driven to the ashes, falls to the ground. As the fire dies away from around her, and she is still standing, though every move is pain, Banshee simply stares at the fallen avian near her. Unable to react for several long moments, as she relives a very personal moment of her past many times over in her mind, the very moment that destroyed all of Banshee's faith in human kind. She finally reacts. Looking to X, Banshee states, "This is not over.. I owe ye a serious beat down.." Before, moving slowly as every singed and charred bit of her aches, she approaches the fallen pheonix, examining his form, and motioning to Hitsuke to help her carry him.

The fire engulfs the phoenix. Now normally he would just bolt out, his enhanced resistance to fire would allow him to escape unharmed, but he's heavily damaged and drained. Which turns out to be a very bad combination. As the heat becomes to much for his damaged body to with stand, he ignores the pain and the screaming of his warning system and stares at Rock. Those emerald eyes awash with a fury to match the heat of the blaze around him, "I... will rise... again, and you will... burn!" With that said the last fleeting life left him fails and he falls hitting the platform of the fire escape on which he stood. Which now groans, its been weakened by the fire and the impact of him hitting it is too much and it collapses, dropping Firestorm to the ground, the fire escape parts falling about him with loud *clangs* of metal on concrete.

Commander X, unleashing the massive rain of fire, dashing down into the ground to ignite the explosion up and around himself and apon the two Maverick Reploids. He comes down hard, the explosion and burning waves of heat blasting out from him. As the blast fades... X is revealed in the epicenter of a charred alleyway, the brick walls blackened, the debree burned away, the Mavericks... beaten.

X kneels there in the middle of a charred circle, panting heavily as he sucks in air, cooler even after the Fire Storm, then his internal sources. He pauses then, slowly turning to look back to the Banshee, sapphire blues narrowing at her words as she goes to her fallen comrade. "You... can try... next time... Maverick." If she want's pity, or feelings of understanding... she is not going to get them from X. Especialy after what they all did to his Father. He glares at the fallen Phoenix and the two tending to him. Beat soars down slowly from the sky to hover by X's shoulder, and Rush rockets down to his side, looking to the pair... but perhaps... more the Hitsuke then the others. X does have sympathy for what has happened to the Mavericks to make them the way they are... but they void any pardon the day they kill a human.

"We will... finish this... another time."

He looks to the fallen phoenix, nodding slowly. He is sure he will. But he wont be the one to Burn. Ever again.

Banshee moves to, should Firestorm comply, using Hitsuke as ballast, heft the fallen bird up from the ground and over a shoulder. Once she's sure he's settled there, despite the amazing pain that floods her every being because of the charred flames, the open wound, the memories that are haunting her vividly enough to drive her to breadown.. she turns. She stares a hard look at X. And states, "X. You came lookin' for tha' one that shot yer father.. It was me. It wasn't this lad, or any of tha' others. You want t'ae take it out on someone, ye take it out on me. Ye leave them alone. These reploids.. They are criminals only because they bear tha' name an' virus brand. I am a criminal.. Because I enjoy it. You want to make someone pay. You make me pay." With that.. she turns, and nudges Hitsuke. "C'mon, Cereno De-Foxiac.."

And lo, they turn, and, limping, stride down the alleyway, carrying their fallen comrade, into the sunset of the streets, a momentary truce brought only because the Banshee refuses to bring any more slaughter to the area this night.

(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Mavericks... dealt with...'.
You paged Rick Morgan with 'OOOH. I recall the name now....'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Whew...'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'You alright?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Yeah... nothing a my internals can't handle'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'You sure? Can always check.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Might be good... I managed to take down one... and frighten another off. The last is limping home...'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'As long as they're leaving so much the better.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Thanks for the concern, Twi... I should be all right. Is Dr. Light...?'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Well, his legs and back are going to be a little sore for a few days. But out of the lacerations only one cut was bad enough to need stitching. For right now, he's sleeping. I'm keeping an eye on him presently. Incidently, he has a habit of hitting 6 on thr Richtor with his snoring...'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Good... I am glad he is all right. *a chuckle* And yeah... he does. I am very glad he will be all right. The Mavericks will think twice before doing anything of the sort again'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I only ask that you be carfeul when that happens. They know what right buttons to push it seems.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'I know... And I am. I think I just made a new enemy... and she will be more intent on me then on Dr. Light. ... oh yes... I think I just did'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'She?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Sonic Banshee'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'The...the one I heard spoken of on the faction broadband at times?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'That's the one.'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Maybe...put Andante and Kyo to screech against her?'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: '... Sounds like a plan to me. *a chuckle*'.
(Ch. A [Rock]) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Remember earplugs. Some of us still enjoy the hearing.'.
(Ch. A [Hunter-Main]) Rock transmits: 'Indeed.'.

(Ch. C [Twila]) Rock transmits: 'The situation in London is over. Some cleanup crews can be sent in.'.
(Ch. C [Marines]) Colonel transmits: 'I'm sure the Hunters will send some aid to assist with the process, and not merely leave us with the bill.'.

.oO(Oops...)Oo.