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Twila@M3 - Monday, March 05, 2001, 7:33 PM

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Detention Center - RHQ

The Repliforce Detainment and Neutralization Facility takes of the bulk of the area the Hangar doesn't occupy on this Sub-Level. Multileveled, like a prison, this facility is a state of the art holding area. To the sides as one enters are hundred upon hundred of stacked and rowed cells, each restrained by a glowing blue energy forcefield. Within each cell is a pair of cots, and a waste disposal door, which is forcefielded in its own right. In the center, between each wall of cells is a massive control station, with one cell atop it; obviously for the most dangerous person currently held by Repliforce. General has even boasted Sigma shall soon rest within. This cell is circular, and has thick metallic bars around it. Then there are glowing and flickering red energy bars, with a green energy forcefield surrounding those. Then, beyond the Green Field, is a pair of rotating weapons. A person in this cell is going no where fast, thats for sure.

After gaining permission from one of those in attendence Twila is pointed out the direction of a certain reploid's cell. She doesn't feel sorry for Feedback in the least either. Esentially, he was the one that placed himself here.

Feedback is off in his cell. No one else in the room it seems. Been real quiet for the past few what? Minutes? Hours? Days? Well whatever it was, its given Feedback the time to figure out how to spring himself from this confounded brig. Smirking as he silently asks himself how stupid the Repliforce is for not searching him before they tossed him in here. So he's just working on that little busted up wall by the bars crossing a few wires and shorting out the security system.

One two three, open sesame. The forcefield deactivates, and then its just a simple matter of picking the lock on the grate. Just ast Twila wanders in, Feedback has the gate open and is just walking out of his cell. Blinking as he spots Twila, little anime sweat drops appear on the back of his head as he just knows that this can't be good. Smiling and waving to Twila, he can't do much else for lack of the ability to speak.

The young woman...can't help but come to almost a complete pauses as well...and comes to a complete standstill. "Feedback, what are you doing out of your cell?" she asks him outright...although it's clear how...hand sliding to her radio. She hates to do this almost. But if she doesn't...he may just wind up in a worse mess....

Feedback blinks and then curses as Twila goes for her comm unit. To think, he just got out of there. He doesn't wanna go back in. Took him long enough to jimmy open a loose panel so he could gain access to the circuits behind the wall. Nope, he's not going back in there so fast. Holding up his hands and then rapidly shaking his head side to side before putting a finger to his nose praying that she won't call him in. But as it seems that isn't working, he runs up to her and then tries to stop her as he continues to shake his head.

Seeing as he can't talk, he just digs his pad out of one of his pockets and quickly types out a message, "NONONONONONO!!!! Twila! Please don't call them! Stop stop stop stop stop!" He then holds that up to her face as he tries to grab one of her hands to stop her from calling security.

Before the she can back up a few steps he seems to be already on her. Since her one hand is grasped almost immediately her other hand reaches for something else other than her radio. Her taser. She doesn't use it very often. And it's a weapon that's only taken in time of self defence. Muttering a soft, "Sorry, Feedback," she unhooks and fires, trying to avoid any sensative areas is possible...

However, even though the stray blast happens to miss the reploid attempting to escape...they do strike themselves against the wall forcing several warning klaxons to sound off...

*Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooop! Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooooop!*

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: '***Alarms sounding from the detention cell area**'.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'What's that?'.

(Ch. B [RF-MH]) Colonel transmits: 'Investigate and report!'.

Feedback's eyes go wide as he watches as Twila goes for her taser as well as her radio. He quickly backs off and dodges the electrical discharge from the taser and then just looks back at her. He'd mutter something if he could, but seeing as he still can't talk. He tries once again to reason with her and types out another message on his pad and tries to show it to her, "Twila please! Come on! You've gotta let me out of here! I'd rather face Magna Bass than stay in here!"

But as the alarms go off, Feedback just shouts out a string of curses that no one can hear because he no longer has a voice. Muttering he just gives Twila a hurt look before dashing past her as fast as he can running away from his personal hell.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'On my way!'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Full alert! Four security teams to cell block, ASAP!' SecCenter, lockdown that entire level!'.

Twila Peterson brushes a hand nervously through her hair as he tries to run for it...all she can try to do is follow...and try to inform the others...

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Feedback got himself out of the cell! Heading for the Hanger Bay I think...'.

(Ch. B [RF-MH]) Colonel transmits: 'Cut him off, and subdue him. Use whatever means are neccessary.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'If he resists, you *are* authorized to use

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Pursuing.'.

(Ch. B [None]) Jet Stingray transmits: 'I thought we were supposed to be, like, not blasting the Hunters?'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'If he shoots first, I'm not gonna tell you to smile and take it.' But *only* if he shoots first.'.

(Ch. B [RF-MH]) Colonel transmits: 'Subdue him, restrain him, and return him to the Hunters.'.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Yessir!'.

[OOC] Twila Peterson says, "So much for trying to give ya a visit, Feed :-)"

[OOC] Feedback says, "Snitch! I was this close to getting out of there. :>"

[OOC] Twila Peterson whimpers. I ICly feel bad about this ok? :-)

[OOC] Feedback says, "Your not the only one"

<Soon...>

Hangar Bay - RHQ

The Repliforce Hangar Bay is a massive complex, taking up the majority of the level 2 Sub-Level. Sprawling and massive, it is a giant rectangle. The floor is lined in reds and yellows, to mark various parking areas, service stations, and what have you. Blue lights hang from the ceiling, with yellow neon tubelights attached to the walls. In emergency, the blue lights will turn to red for a Red Alert, yellow for a Yellow Alert, and Green for a regular launch. The floor is metallic, but an offbeat grey and blue combination. To one side of the Hangar are the various Ride Armor pods, with rampways and technicians constantly working on them. To the other side are various vehicles, such as Storm Owl's Air Platform. Craft exit the Hangar not through an opening to the sky, but through what appears to be a set of flashing green tubes, which apparently propel the craft below Repliforce HQ, to somewhere more accustomable to launch or deploy.

Having just skidded into the detention centre to see what the alarms were about, Ozzie is currently following Twila. As the reports come over the radio, her optic ridges spike upwards in surprise. Oh boy. "Feedback?" she asks as she chases into the bay.

Twila Peterson looks over her shoulder briefly and nods towards Repliforcer who's soon joining her. "Yeah...Feedback," she manages, trying to keep her level of guilt to a minimum for the moment. "Darn you. Feedback, get back here...Please!"

Feedback just runs through the hanger bay as fast as he can. Red flashing lights and sirens are all around him as he runs across the hanger looking for a jet bike, a hover car, something, anything that he could hotwire and attempt to drive out of here. He's not pointing a weapon at anyone, but he sure is running for his life. Yup, he wants out of here badly, and he really doesn't care what happens as long as he gets out of here.

I don't see that here.

Arctic Osprey scowls at the radio. This is what she was made for. "HALT!" she yells, taloned feet flashing under her. The wings spread as she gives up on running, scooting across the bay with her wings half-open and very low to the ground. "Stop or I'll take you down!"

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'Hey, Hunters. You're going to be getting a 'present' shortly.'.

Twila Peterson brings a hand to her mouth, watching almost helplessly. .oO(You're only making it worse for yourself...!)Oo

Feedback looks around the hanger and spots exactly what he's looking for. The exit! But as Arctic spots him and tells him to hault, he has to rethink his plan. Man is he rather upset. He would of been home free if someone didn't set off the alarms for half the base. Ducking behind one of those ride armors that line the hanger, Feedback pulls out something from his pocket and drops it by the ride armor. Counting to three, he then makes a mad dash for the controls to open the hanger and get himself the hell out of here.

(Ch. D [None]) Solar Draco transmits: 'Excuse me?'.

(Ch. D [Rock&Twila]) Broadcast Ocelot transmits: 'Translation. Feedback escaped.'.

(Ch. D [None]) Solar Draco transmits: '...great.'.

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'Your boy Feedback just broke out of RHQ and is trying to escape like a complete idiot. He'll be coming back to you either in one piece after we wrestle him down, or possibly in a parts box.'.

(Ch. D [None]) Solar Draco transmits: 'Understood.'.

Arctic Osprey blinks slightly at whatever it was that was dropped. "...that can't be good," she murmurs quietly before cutting a one-eighty and chasing after Feedback instead. "Don't make me stop you! Surrender now!" she yells at the running Hunter, brow furrowed in concentration.

Feedback continues to run but turns his head to see how many people are chasing him. Noting that its only one, he just smirks and then continues to run. Cursing the entire way. But since he still can't talk, no one can hear it. He's not about to stop running and you'll probably have to try and take him down if you want him to stop.

Arctic Osprey cusses softly under her breath as well. "First Gyro Man, now a Hunter. I thought we were supposed to be allied with the Hunters," she mutters darkly. "You left me no choice!" she cries, lowering her shoulder and picking up speed. This will probably hurt her more than it hurts him, but she's gotta get him on the ground.

Twila Peterson can only...facepalm at this point. She would radio him, but then suddenly remembers his comm unit has been disabled as well. "Darn it, don't make them use force, Feed!" she yells, angrily and in concern now. He may have some (ok...alot) of problem areas...but she still considers him a friend...

[OOC] Feedback says, "Gee, thanks Twila. :>"

[OOC] Arctic Osprey laughs.

[OOC] Twila Peterson says, "Welcome. :-)"

Feedback watches as a shadow grows bigger as Arctic Osprey starts to gain on him. Cursing some more he starts to count to five and then abruptly stops and then dives to his right rolling as he comes up. Hitting a key on his watch, the little bug he dropped earliar makes a beeline for the nearest access port. Hoping that he can out last his persuers long enough for his bug to open the door, he changes directions, now heading straight for the main hanger doors praying that this will work.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'There a way to seal the Hanger Bay doors?'.

(Ch. B [Repliforce-Main]) Sight Raven transmits: 'Should we be responding to Sonic Banshee in Alaska?'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Control panel on the upper level, the huge green button.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Status on Feedback?'.

Arctic Osprey misses. Misses by a long shot. She can't even feel the breeze he'd have left by the dodge. Skimming up hard along the wall, Ozzie barrel rolls to get a better position, and then dives once more, wings in front of her. "I said, HOLD IT!" .oO(Missing this time means I'll have to chase him all the way out of the base. Oy.)Oo.

Feedback isn't as quick to dodge the next ram attack and gets hit hard. He goes tumbling forward as Arctic hits him and then lets out another string of unheard profanities. Probably a good thing that he can't talk about now. He does his best to get back up to his feet and notices that his partner is in position. Hitting one last button on his watch, he instructs it to open up the doors. He then gives everything he's got to dash for those doors as they open. He can almost taste freedom, its right infront of him and he's too close to escaping to fail now. Least he hopes he is.

Twila Peterson nods towards her radio and starts up looking about for the level. When she finds it she begins racing for it...muttering in Arabic all the way as she does. Sheesh...must really be steamed isn't she. "..............." Keep an eye on the where she's headed...not that she was very far anyway...she heads up some steps...moving as fast as she can towards theat panel.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: '*skreeee* ...hit him. He's still going.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: ''Hit him'? Are we talking about weaponsfire here?'.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Tried to knock him down, sir.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Gotcha. Would one or two of you Hunters mind trying to talk some sense into Feedback before he does something stupid and gets killed?'.

Twila Peterson meeps and when she reaches the tops of the stairs throws herself against the large green button asked of that would seal the dang doors...

Shaking her head to clear the stars she knocked into herself by hitting Feedback, Arctic narrows her eyes to regain her focus. "Drat," she mutters. Although she hit him pretty good, judging by what she felt. Swinging her legs in front of her, she plummets down, icy talons to the fore. "Cease and desist!" she cries as she plummets.

(Ch. D []) Twila Peterson transmits: '*trying to catch breath* His radio is still off remember?'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Eh? What's goinon?'.

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'Feedback's trying to forcably break out of RHQ.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: '*******...one second.'.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "And guess who caught him doing so... *grumble*"

Feedback runs for the doors and then watches as they start to close again. Cursing as he makes for a last ditch dive to try and get through the doors before they close. He prays that he makes it, otherwise he's in a lot of trouble when the rest of the Repliforce gets down here. Cursing every Repliforcer that he knows and then all of people who sent him here and is trying to keep him here, he dives and rolls heading for freedom!

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Doors sealing.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Cpl. Osprey - divert for a couple of moments and grab a hand radio from one of the storage compartments. Get it to that idiot. If we're lucky, somebody can talk him down before he gets despate and does something even mroe stupid.'.

(Ch. C []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Mike, you get that?'.

(Ch. C [Phoenixflame]) Michael Eildath transmits: 'I got that.'.

(Ch. C []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'If he's going to be too much of a problem, maybe we should pick him up...provided Repliforce wants us to. I'm rather tempted to slap him one myself....'.

(Ch. C [Phoenixflame]) Michael Eildath transmits: 'Yeah, you're right.'.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'With all due respect, ma'am, I don't think he can talk. His mouth is moving at a thousand miles an hour but I can't hear a thing.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: '..Y'know, I hate it when I don't get the memos about these things.' Alright, alright, if he's pinned in the Hangars, I'll be right down.'.

"Aw, slag," Arctic mutters as she misses. Again. Her feet crash into the ground even as she tries to slow down. *crunch* "Ow! Dangit, Hunter, I just had that knee fixed!" she shouts at Feedback before lunging after him again, wings out and hands in front. Maybe she can just wrestle him to the ground, sheesh.

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*sigh* I'm not quite sure what to do...at this rate it's becoming more destructive to keep him around."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "I know I shouldn't have tried to use my taser. I just wanted him stunned so he wouldn't be hurt. He's just making it worse for himself..."

Feedback watches as the doors clang shut and he ends up nearly hitting his head on the metal. Muttering to himself, he quickly shifts his weight and then ends up running sideways and then back forward across the hanger trying to think of another way out of here. He shoots a glance towards the controls and spots none other than Twila. Cursing again he starts to wonder who's side she's really on. Hitting the button on his watch again, he instructs his bug to start opening the doors again. If nothing else, he's rather determined to get out of here. Dodging Arctic's attempt to slam him into the ground at the last minute. All the time, his mouth moving at a million miles per hour and yet nothing comes out.

"Not agaaaaain!" *zwip* "I need to work on my aim." Arctic swoops around again, somewhat pleased that Twila was able to nail the door button in time. This time, the bug gets her attention. "Rats, should have got that first," she mutters as she swoops across the hangar door, reorienting herself to try and grab the 'bug'.

As said, Twila is currently on the platform at the controls...the one who had set in motion the closing of the doors after being told which button to push. She looks none to happy right now. Not with Feedback...nor herself really.

Anthem walks in through the rear doors, entering the hangar calmly. This might be because, with her and Blitz, there's six squads of SecDef troopers, all armed to the gills. "ALRIGHT EVERYBODY SHUT THE HECK UP AND STOP WHERE YOU ARE RIGHT NOW!" The troopers spread out in both directions along the walls, weapons at the ready.

(Ch. C [None]) Stalker Tiger transmits: '*yawn* Just came back on-line...do I even want to know?'.

Feedback watches as Anthem and a whole bunch of others decide to join the party. Another unheard string of curses and profanities run from his mouth. Looking back over his shoulder at Arctic, he notices that she changed her course and is now heading for his bug. Cursing some more he sighs and then presses two buttons on his watch and the little critter self destructs. He watches as the doors remain shut and he is now really outnumbered. Digging into his pockets, he pulls out that deck of cards he had and waits to see who tries to take him down next. If nothing else, he is not going back to that brig willingly.

Sight Raven blinks and wonders if he should load his crossbow. Considering the situation, it's probably not that good an idea. Besides, there are others who are quite heavily armed.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Anthem? You guys still having that uh.....problem?'.

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'Thirty seconds until this is settled, one way or another.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: '*sigh* We're making it your call here. If you guys want him out of the program I can understand...I'll be by to pick him up very shortly..'.

Arctic Osprey breaks off to the right, hard, as the bug self-destructs. Landing on the ground at half-speed, she grunts, dropping to one knee. Ooof. Her wings half-splayed to cool herself, she watches with narrowed blue optics, ready to strike if she has to. Feedback gets a glare. .oO(Jerk.)Oo.

Anthem gets out the bullhorn, to make sure she's heard. A quick glance to Blitz to make sure she's ready, just in case (in case somebody with a little more tact than Anthem is needed). "Alright Feedback, don't go *anywhere*. If you take a step out that door, I *will* order these gentlemen with the plasma rifles to open fire. We're going to settle this calmly." She steps forward again, very very slowly moving towards Feedback. "If you surrender now and stand down, we're just going to take you back to Light Labs. No more muss, no more fuss. If you don't surrender in the next thirty seconds, though, or try to resist in any way, you will, and I stress *WILL* be blasted into your component parts and shipped back to NeoTokyo in a box for Quire to reassemble at her whim." She holds up her wrist (which doesn't have a watch on it, so the motion is fairly dumb), and points to it. "Thirty seconds starting now."

[OOC] Feedback says, "Aww, all this fuss over lil' ol' me? I'm touched. Really I am. :>"

[OOC] Blitz Crane swats

[OOC] Arctic Osprey cuffs Feedback with an icy wing. Shush up, you. :>

[OOC] Anthem is tempted to shoot you anyway. ;p

[OOC] Feedback grins, "Aren't we all?" :>

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'No need. Twenty seconds.'.

(Ch. D [None]) Moira transmits: 'Master Morgan, I'd be glad to volunteer in his place, sah.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'That's not for me to decide Moira.'.

(Ch. D [None]) Moira transmits: 'Understood, sah.'.

Twila Peterson presses her lips together, nervously watching...and hoping he just happens to give himself up. This is bad enough as is...

Feedback just looks around and really isn't liking the odds. But still, it isn't in his nature to just give up. But seeing as he really has no choice. He just smirks and then waves a dismissing hand before pointing to his throat and then shrugging. What he's trying to say, who knows. But he hasn't moved from where he stopped. But still, he's got this big smirk on his face as he looks at the assembled Repliforcers. He then points to himself and then starts to laugh. Well, laugh as best one can without a voice.

Blitz Crane eyes the gesture. She seems to remember seeing divers do that when trying to communicate underwater "Either he's outta air or he kin't talk."

Arctic Osprey tilts her head slightly, optics blinking once. "He can't talk?" she echoes Blitz, looking somewhat surprised. Well, it'd make sense. He did seem to have his mouth flapping a lot.

Blitz Crane points "Well lookit how he's flappin his yap an not makin' a sound. Somethin's wrong."

It's a lucky thing for Feedback that Anthem needs him alive. Kill him, and it probably wouldn't help the situation between Repliforce and the Hunters any. "He can't talk. Which is why he hasn't been blittering his fool skidplate off this whole time. The only way to shut Feedback up is to rip out his vocals. Remind me to thank whoever did that, later." She pulls out her handcuffs, and shakes her head slowly. "Alright Feed, I'm gonna come over there and put these on you, then we'll take you out of here. Don't be a total idiot, and just stay frosty...."

Feedback just listens to the Repliforcers chat amoungst themselves and then just makes this, 'Duh' face at them before making a cookoo gesture. He smirks again and continues to laugh. He's barely able to keep himself standing he's laughing so hard at the assembled Repliforce. As Anthem walks over ot him, he just grins and holds up both his hands in a surrender type gesture before cracking up yet again.

The young redhead by the console on the hanger's upper level...rolls her eyes at the scene below...particurly at her team mate. .oO(Feedback...you big idiot...)Oo.

Just what Feedback had called the Colonel a few nights ago. How ironic.

Arctic Osprey leans an elbow on her knee, optic ridges arched slightly. "Yuk it up, pal," she mutters. "I'm sure you won't be laughing so hard after you get shipped back to the Labs." She rises slowly, shaking her head again. There's still a bit of a buzzing in her ears from when she nailed Feedback the *one* time.

Anthem clamps the handcuffs down on Feedback's wrists, then looks back at the assembled people. "Lt. Blitz, you want to do the honors and get him the heck out of our base?"

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'Feedback in custody. We'll be bringing him by outside your front door in a little bit.'.

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'Wha? Er...just finished getting my radio checked...what's going on?'.

(Ch. D [Broadband]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'I believe it's called 'return to sender'.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: '*grumbles* I'll be there to receive him. Do you want someone to take his place? Someone more.....agreeable?'.

Feedback just continues to laugh as Anthem puts the cuffs on him. The irony of this. He just looks around and then looks over at Arctic Osprey. He makes a small applauds as best he can with the cuffs on his hands and then just laughs some more. Waiting for this Lt. Blitz to take him back to the labs, Feedback just can't help but grin and laugh at everyone present.

(Ch. D [Repliforce]) Jazz transmits: '*cheerfully* I don't think Protoman would want to go..um...officially at least...'.

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: '*Sigh* Sorry about this...'.

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'No, I think we can handle ourselves just fine. I expect I don't have to ask that you punish him somehow for this.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Trust me, it'll be handled.'.

Blitz Crane nods and steps forward to stand in front of Feedback "Sure thing Anthem, but if he keeps spasomin' like that Ah may be forced t'knock him unconscious b'fore he falls off th' bike."

Arctic Osprey rises, her wings rustling in annoyance, The optics narrow at Feedback. "Jerk," she mutters under her breath, wings snapping to press against her back once more. She rubs at a ding on her knee for a moment before heading towards the door.

Anthem smiles, passing the chain of the cuffs to Blitz. "Don't worry about being gentle. I hear Feedback's a mashocist. He enjoys pain." Smiling, Anthem lightly smacks him upside the back of the head. "If he's *really* good, you can reward him by dragging him behind the bike."

Blitz Crane eyes Feedback "Ahm tempted t'do jus' that."

Twila Peterson just...mumbles a sigh and sadly shakes her head.

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: 'I figured. Oh - and apperantly somebody disconnected his vocals, so he can't talk. Consider it a gift.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Fancy that...'.

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'That was done the day he arrived.'.

(Ch. D []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'And I didn't get you anything.'.

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'Oh, and someone painted his stuff pink too. Was an accident, but...'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Repliforce, stand down. Base lockdown suspended.'.

Blitz Crane gives the chain a yank and looks up at Twila "Y'kin unseal th'doors now."

Feedback just grins and looks at Blitz before shaking his head. He ignores the fact that Anthem just smacked him since he's going home he just stopped caring. Looking around, he just waves good bye to all those present and then smirks before blowing Anthem a kiss mouthing the words, "I love you too." Lauging some more, he just lets Blitz take him home.

Sight Raven sees that Ozzie is having knee troubles again, and walks over to help her up. "Hi again..."

Twila Peterson just offers a small wave, indicationg that she overheard...then blinks. "Er...whish of these controlls unlocks the doors?" she ends up calling down to the group below.

Arctic Osprey rolls her eyes. Any idiot could have figured out what was just said. Disgusted, Ozzie turns away to look up at Sight. "Oh, hello," she says with a faint smile. She rubs the dirt from her knee, shaking her leg to test the connections. "How're you?"

Anthem ignores Feedback, which is what most sensible people should do. Looking up, she shouts to Twila. "Yellow button next to the green one that locked the doors!"

(Ch. B [RF]) Dawn transmits: 'Erm...not t' sound stupid or anythin', but do I have any orders right now?'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Do me a favor and check down in the detention area. See what kind of damage Feedback did when he busted out.'.

(Ch. B [RF]) Dawn transmits: 'On it!'.

Twila Peterson nods quietly and finds the button easilt enough. With a hidd the doors once more begin to open as requested.

Sight Raven offers to be support for Ozzie again. "I'm fine. A little confused, though. What happened?"

Blitz Crane shoves Feedback over the back seat of the Beta and waits for him to situate before seating herself where she can do the steering.

Arctic Osprey waves off the offer gently, shaking her head. "Apparently one of the Hunters on the exchange, guy named Feedback, busted out of the brig. I chased him all over the bay, and managed to hit him once before Major Anthem showed up with reinforcements. He's mighty quick."

(Ch. B [RF]) Dawn transmits: 'Huh...Major Anthem?'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Yes?'.

(Ch. B [RF]) Dawn transmits: 'I've found something, but it probably shouldn't go over the air. Could you come here?'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'If he hurt one of my people, so help me...'.

Anthem storms out quickly, at Dawn's request.

(Ch. B [RF]) Dawn transmits: 'No, no...it's still kinda weird.'.

(Ch. B [RF]) Dawn transmits: 'Besides, if he had hurt someone, you'd be seeing his name in the obituaries tomorrow...'.

Twila Peterson let's out a brief sigh. Since she is uneeded here for the moment she starts making her way down the steps and back from where she first entered...

Sight Raven shakes his head. "Well, on one hand, this means they really did give us a cross-section of their forces, if Ms. Peterson and a boob like that were sent in the same group..."

Repliforce Hoverbike <Beta> hovers to land. Blitz Crane gets off and uncerimoniosly yanks Feedback off with her - in handcuffs.

Rick Morgan is standing in front of Light Labs at this moment, arms crossed over his chest as he leans against the railing of the front steps, awaiting the repliforce's arrival. This is now of course when he pushes off, and takes a few steps, his expression looking...less than impressed.

Blitz Crane pushes Feedback in front of her "Express orders from Anthem. This here polecat's bein' sent home fer bein' naughty."

Feedback once again is dragged in cuffs to the other factions base. Almost seems as if he's being tossed back and forth between the groups. Almost. Well, least he's home now and hopefully things will be getting back to normal. Feedback himself is grinning from ear to ear. He looks pretty happy, yes indeed, happy he is.

Rick Morgan steps forward to meet Feedback half way, coming to a halt in front of the other Hunter, and giving a nod in Blitz Crane's direction. "Alright..." he states. He'd thank her for bringing Feedback back...but he'd be lying right now.

At this, he brings his gaze to settle on the condemned reploid, still frowning. He knows he can't talk back...which actually is probably a blessing in more ways than one. "I'd go on some sort of shpiel about how I hope you're happy with yourself, but you probably already are. You're mistaken if you think everything's all over right now Feedback. We had a trust in you...and you not only ignored it, you ground it into the dirt." With that, he steps to the side, gesturing towards the labs. "You're going to be confined to quarters until Zero, Rock, or Dr. Light decide something to do with you."

Feedback eyes Rick and then nods slowly. He figured that this would happen, then again. Its still worth it. Anythings better than staying another second in RHQ. Gesturing to the cuffs on his hands he wonders if he's going to get these off before he goes in.

"And also..." Rick adds after a moment. "I've seen to it all your access to the networks of the Hunters, as well as the worldwide networks has been cut off until further notice as well."

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'Cpl. Peterson, Cpl. Osprey - nice work.'.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Thank you kindly, Major.'.

(Ch. B []) Twila Peterson transmits: '*pause* Thank you, Ma'am.'.

(Ch. B [Secure]) Blitz Crane transmits: 'Yeah, good job gittin' him detained.'.

(Ch. B [SecDef]) Anthem transmits: 'If you two hadn't gotten the alert out quickly and kept on him, this could have turned out much worse. As much of an aft as Feedback is, I didn't want to have to shoot him.'.

(Ch. B [Avalanche]) Arctic Osprey transmits: 'Indeed, Major. I attempted to subdue him...but he's rather fast.'.

Blitz Crane waves it off "Leave th'cuffs. Ah don't have th'keys anyhow."

Feedback nods again even slower this time. Wasn't expecting that, but still. Its better to be back home. Besides, if it wasn't this, then something else no doubt would of gone wrong and he'd probably of ended up in even more trouble than he's already in.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Be grateful his vocalizer was deactivated."

Rick Morgan glances over towards Blitz as she mentions she has no key to the cuffs. At that, he produces his laser cutter, reaching forward, he takes hold of Feedback's wrist and raises it up, so he can get at the chain. In the next instant, he slices through the links with a passing motion, essentially 'freeing' his hands.

"Straight to your quarters. NO detours, NO stops. I'm right behind you the whole way."

Blitz Crane crosses her arms and quotes, in an annoying voice, devoid of accent "Do not pass GO. Do not collect 100 Zenny."

Feedback nods and then starts to march into the labs. Least Rick cut the cuffs so he's doing okay right about now. Wandering in, he goes straight to his quarters as ordered. No detours and no stops.

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Message: 10/125 Posted Author

Feedback... Mon Mar 05 Rick Morgan

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...has been returned to us, care of the Repliforce. I don't think I really need to go into details that most of you can already figure out. He's been confined to quarters, and I've personally seen to it that he's had his access to the Hunter computer networks as well as those outside the connect to the rest of the world revoked until further notice. HIs vocalizer was disengaged by the Repliforce...and I haven't reinstated it yet either...also until further notice. Zero, Dr Light, Rock...whoever decides to handle this...he's there for the taking. Any further details you want I'm sure Anthem will be willing to provide.

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Message: 13/147 Posted Author

Breakout Mon Mar 05 Anthem

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"Earlier, while the top SecDef personel and myself were in a meeting with Colonel, transfer-Cadet Feedback managed to break out of his holding cell in the brig (using an electrical pulse to short out the forcefield) and attempted to escape the base. Thanks to some heads-up work by Cpl. Twila and Cpl. Arctic Osprey, we were able to keep up with him as he headed to the hangar bay. After some tensions, he surrendered and was escorted back to Light Labs by Lt. Blitz Crane. Thankfully, he was smart and force wasn't required - despite what we'd have liked to have done to that little twit. Officer 54, out."

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Twila@M3 - Monday, March 05, 2001, 7:33 PM

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Medical Bay <Hunter HQ>

Shield lays on a medta

le, still pretty banged up. However, at his request he has a blanket covering him toe to neck, with his left arm above the blanket.

The little cabbit looks towards a tray of medical supplies and scampers on over after leaving the safty of the vent...testing to see how well she could move it by pushing the base. Of course...she doesn't get very far since it's heavier and bigger than she is. *grunt* "Meowph....mew..."

Shield glances over at the sight. "Well what on earth do you want that for, Kyo?" he asks curiously, his voice touched with amusement.

Kyo-Ohki uuuuuuuhs mentally then straigtens. She places on her most innocent and child-like gaze and blinks towards the reploid as if she wasn't trying to causce any mischief in the least? "Mew?" she questions quite shyly?

.oO(Nope...not doing nothin'. Nopenopenope...)Oo. "Marf!"

Shield knows she wants the tray, that much is obvious. And while the innocence look works on Shield, he wasn't thinking she was doing anything wrong. "Why do you want that though? It's not exactly a chew-toy or a pretty ribbon," he muses.

Kyo-Ohki blinks, wide-eyed. She turns a gaze towards the try...mentally dratting that she'll have to work on being the base gremlin given a lil more time. "Mewoph mewmew miff!!!" <If only you knew...I'll find someway to scare those replacements away.> She tells him giddely...then falls herelf against the base laughing rather hard. .oO(Sure glad he can't speak cabbit!!)Oo.

Shield grins at Kyo from his spot on the medtable. "What's so funny little one?" he asks, since the only word he understands is "mama."

Kyo-Ohki giggles slightly a little bit more before she begins leaping onto a nearby bed...then back into the tray itself....then gazes towards Shield, wringkling her little nose. She pats a paw within his direction only to glance about the bay area. "Mei?"

And here comes the cabbit patrol...complete with hitchhikers for that matter. Namely, Rick with a little dragon perched on his upper back, with long tail wrapped loosely around his neck for stability.

Rick pauses at the checkboard just inside the entrance, to check on the current inmates...before he takes a step in then, eyes sweeping about, searching...

Shield shakes his head. "Sorry, still don't know what you're asking," he apologizes to Kyo before turning to nod at Rick. "Need something?"

Kyo-Ohki cocks her head to the patient...who if she had been acting normally would have been snuggling up against as he rested in his bed. When Rick comes in...and she spots who's with him her lil giddy act seems to disappear rather quickly. Narrowing her eyes she all of a sudden starts shoving to tools off of the medical tray...one by one...unless she's stopped.

*clang*

*clatter*

*smash*

*clatter*

Busted. Quite literally and completely busted. Rick -was- looking right at her at that moment in time...and the blink he gives is suddenly turned into an exclamation. "Kyo! What're you doing!? Stop that!" he grunts, taking several steps closer towards her, covering the space in a matter of seconds and swiping the cabbit up and off the table, into his hands. He moves so quick that Puff almost falls off his shoulder in the meanwhile. Thankfully he manages to hold on, tightening his tail slightly with a startled squeak.

Shield's eyes widen at this display. He's nearly stunned. "KYO!" he shouts, sounding as if she personally betrayed him.

Not like Kyo didn't know that she was being watched. In fact...that's why she did so in open defiance. She continues squiggling within his grip as if trying to find some way of escaping as well. Whatever act she had with Shield just moments ago had been dropped now. At his outburst she doesn't even look at the reploid...feeling betrayed by him as well. "Mewmew! Meowph!" she informs him. <Not gonna stop. Lemme go!> She then hisses loudly towards Puff. <All your fault. Meanie!>

Rick Morgan however dosen't let Kyo go the whole time, keeping a firm grip on her form so she's not going to get away with any measure of ease. "What the heck is wrong with you?" He grunts quietly at first, before holding her out at arm's length, so she's facing him fully. He dosen't seem angry at the moment, more confused.

Suffice it to say that little Puff is confused as well by the outburst, and he gives a whimper as he tucks his head in under his body, wrapping his wings about himself as well to try and block out the sounds and sights, little form trembling.

And Rick still continues to hold her out like that, his strategy evident. Let her throw her tantrum...let her run out of steam.

Shield continues to scold the cabbit. "Kyo-Ohki, I can't believe you did that! And why are you so angry with Puff? I know you don't know english too well, but I know you can understand what I mean when I say how disapointed I am in you," he continues, still absurdly hurt by this.

Once again the little one sticks her tongue out childishly and "Tttttttttttttttttttttbts!" towards the cyborg and his pet whatchamecallit, then sniffles a bit before struggling again. Even though her tiny frame is no match against the young man. "Mewmew meimei miff miff miff Mama!" she spews, an edge of fright between her mewings if one were detect it. <No one loves me anymore! You'll replace me just like Mama!> At the mention of her she sniffles again...and just as Puff had done a couple nights ago in the Command Center...she begins to wail.

Rick Morgan sighs quietly at that. He thinks he's starting to clue in by now. With that, he actually draws Kyo closer, setting her draped slightly on his chest, kind of how Twila would hold her sometimes. With his free hand he then puts it under Puff, and lifts him up, the little dragon clinging to his fingers. "Hey bud...why dontcha go play for a bit allright? I'll catch you later..."

Puff blinks once, unfolding his wings, and sends a questioning glance towards Kyo, then back to Rick again, offering a tiny, uncertain chirp.

With that, Rick gives a slight nod. "Go on, it's allright." With that, the little robo-dragon lifts off from his perch, flapping around both cabbit and owner once, before finally tilting and zooming off towards the door...to find something to amuse him for the next little while. At least he's become a little more independant when it comes to being entertained as of late.

At that point, Rick returns his attention to the cabbit once more. "Twila's not gone forever..." he breathes. "She's only gone for a few days...."

Shield shakes his head. "What would Twila say if she saw you doing that, Kyo? And what on earth are you scared of? Puff isn't going to hurt you." He suddenly gives an exasperated sigh and turns away from the cabbit, facing the wall.

The hybrid seems to quiet down as the Rick coddles her. But even under his touch it would be easy for him to tell she's still trembling. As well as crying, but softer now. "Mew... *hic* meimei? Yip *hic-hic* Mama miff..." <You still want me here don't you? Why was Mama sent away?" she mourns, not fully understanding what he's trying to say. But the affection is at least a small start. However, she still appears as if she's going to bolt again if the slightest little thing happens to go wrong...or if certain individuals were to make their way through the door.

Rick Morgan seems to get a small idea about something at the moment anyway. He pats the cabbit's head once, before considering...then finally taking a step back. "Shield if you're looking for maintenance or repairs...I'll be back before too long. I'm just gonna...take care of something."

Shield continues to stare at the wall, though he nods briefly at Rick. "Yes sir."

Kyo-Ohki offers a shuddering sigh, allowing both her ears to droop down to the sides...but how she's going into hiccups...

Shield contines staring at the wall. He has nothing to say to Kyo right now, or at least he thinks he doesn't.

<Soon...>

Rick's Pad <RP>

Rick Morgan enters his room, with cabbit still in hand. It's in here that one finds out just where the dragon went. He's sitting on Rick's bed, apparently playing with a large towel. -His- towel. Everybody's got a favorite toy right? Well there's Puff's. His happy little grunts and snarls can be heard as he bounces about, trailing the towel with him, occasionally getting caught up in it and tripping and falling flat on his face.

Kyo-Ohki *hic-hic-hic-hics*...before looking over towards the bed as soon as the two enter the room...then, all but her trembling, appears to go stiff, then gazes towards the cyborg as if he's also betrayed her in some way. With a sniffle and gradually begins squirming again...letting out a squeal...

...which is cut short by a sneeze.

Bless you.

Rick Morgan isn't about to let her get away though...he does have a plan here.

"Now settle down, come on..." he says gently, before moving to sit on the edge of the bed with her still in his lap.

At this, Puff glances over curiously, apparently calming down as he spots Kyo's current state, unsure of what to make of it. The towel drops from his mouth as well, as he sits there quietly...just watching.

"Now come on, nobody's taking over for you, you're not being shoved aside..."

Kyo-Ohki still squirms though. She can't help it. But instead of fighting back, she shrinks back. Shakily...her eyes widen in fright and she rapidly shakes her head. Stubbornly, she mumbles, "Mimimimimimimimimimimi!" as tears streak through her fear and whiskers.

Puff blinks again, head tilting from side to side again...as if trying to figure out just what's going on. He knows that she's upset...but he can't figure out why, it's just beyond his little mind.

For a moment, he hops closer, giving a small questioning chirp...his tail wishing from side to side behind him for a moment.

But it dosen't seem to be working. So after much deliberation, he turns back, and takes hold of the towel...his towel, and hops closer again, almost onto Rick's lap as well. With that, he extends his head forward, offering the treasured item towards the cabbit.

Hey it always helps -him- feel better.

Kyo-Ohki sniffles and starts to just curl herself up...then stops. Shakily she begins to edge out a paw to touch the fabric...only to pull it away again...as if unsure. *Hic!*

Puff blinks again, tilting his head to the side in that bird-like way that's required for him to look at people and items more closely. After a moment, he gives an audible, more insistant squeak, and takes ahold of the towel again, flopping up to perch on the edge of Rick's knee, and now draping the towel out completely for the taking.

Rick meanwhile is suprisingly silent the whole time, just watching.

The cabbit seems to quiet a little more as she relaizes what's happening. Although still shaky, a fact that can be told most by her ears, she slowly edges forwards towards the towel. A paw gently bats at it once before she sits herself up straight (or as straight as she can) within the man's arms. With slowing tears she blinks and whispers a quiet: "Mew?"

"I think he's trying to tell you something..." Rick states quietly, preferring to remain the background member of this little scene. Right now it's Puff who's leading the show.

The little dragon squeaks again, this time in a happier tone, as he perks up, realizing she's no longer crying. See!? The towel's working already! With that he pushes his muzzle under the fabric of the item, and steps forward with it, half draped over his head like a hood, grinning now (as he always is) as he stares straight at Kyo with those whirling little eyes of his.

Kyo-Ohki edges forward further still, now half in Rick's lap, now half out. She blinkblinks towards the dragon drapped within the plaything. It's not the towel that's important. It's moreso the gesture that came with it. After another tiny *hiccup* leans close to Puff...and licks the tip of his nose.

Puff blinks at that gesture, this being new to him, that's for sure. But after a moment, he decides that he likes it, and with that, he flicks his head up once more, opening his mouth and giving a loud and happy squeak!

Yay! He made someone feel better!

"That's better..." Rick offers, moving one hand up to gently stroke across Kyo's back.

Kyo's left ear perks a little towards the sound...noting that it sounds like---. Lowering her head she beging to sniff the dragon...centering in on his belly...and pokes gently with her nose. <Do it again...do it again!>

Well if there's anywhere you want to poke Puff to get a response, that would definitely be it. At first he chitters at the touch, his version of 'giggling' as he drops his little forepaws onto his belly. That's ticklish!

A second later he opens his eyes once more, another happy squeak coming from him as he rolls over onto his back....and off of Rick's lap, to land on the bed surface with a soft *oof!*.

Silly dragon.

Kyo-Ohki mews inquisitively as she watches...then begins brightening. Her eyes still bear the evidence that she had been crying...but she's no longer in tears. Her other ear perks as she lightly pounces on the bed in attempts to cause him to squeak some more. Hey...she likes that sound!

And...maybe...just maybe...she's beginning to like him too...

Puff giggles, squeaks, chirps, all rolled into one as Kyo suddenly returns the playfulness in full. Woo hoo! A playmate! This is even better than his playing on his own all the time! Not that he didn't manage to keep himself entertained...but it just wasn't the same was it?

At this point, Rick grins, and stands up, watching the two little mechanimals, and proceeds to take hold of his radio.

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Twila? Just kinda felt I'd let you know....I think Kyo and Puff are off on a good start."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Re-really? What happened?"

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*laughs* I dunno, I think a combination of Kyo suddenly needing a friend and Puff wanting to be it. I'm kinda scratching my head over it too."

By now Kyo's giggles are more genuine as she begins to make friends with the winged critter...no longer thinking of him as a young upstart ot some form of replacement. Of course...there are the *others* within the base to contend with. And she feels it's her responsibility to try and make them go away so Mama will come back. But, she'll worry of it a little later. Hey...maybe she can get her new playmate to help. He likes Twila too after all. Worth a shot! But for now, she's content enough to try and get him to squeak...gently of course. After yesterday's bump off the table she gathered he may be a lightweight. "Mew *giggle* Marf! Marf!"

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "*giggle* Awwwwww...thanks, Rick. Brightens up my night. I know Kyo misses her toy carrot too. When she relaized she couldn't placed herselt in the duffle bag...she must have slipped her carrot in the bag when I wasn't looking. Have it on me now in...well...one of these pockes. *squeak*"

Lightweight he is. Puff's built to fly...not walk around on the ground afterall...even if he has got an impressive little wingspan for that matter...it's all area, no solidness. Still, he continues to squeak as Kyo plays with him...particularly everytime she touches that little rounded belly of his, being quite ticklish there for that matter.

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "*laughs* That's the same sound Puff makes actually. Seems she's warming up to that on him...maybe he reminds her of it."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Prolly so. *chuckle* Maybe she can hear it better now that she's not as jelious."

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Makes it easier on me at least, that's for sure. Maybe they can help keep each other out of trouble....I just hope not vice versa."

Kyo-Ohki giggles a little harder just as if she where being tickled too. Allowing herself a break Kyo lays herself down and rests her chin right on the dragon's belly...offering a coo.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "I guess time will tell. Kyo is a little bit of an instigater at times. *soft chuckle* I wish I know how I could thank you for taking care of her for me."

Puff chirps again at that point, his long tail draping outwards...and hanging somewhat off the side of the bed for that matter, as he just lays back like a lazy lil dragon that he is at this point, content...and pooped for that matter. As he feels Kyo's chin on his belly, he gives one last little squeak, before tilting his head back to where it's practically upside-down, his little eyes lidding closed happily as well.

ick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Don't worry about it Twila. Least I could do considering. You just concentrate on what you're doing and you'll be seeing her again soon enough. *chuckle*"

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "I will. Promise. And you make sure the the Labs is still there, kay?"

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I will sis. No worries."

Kyo-Ohki "meis" quietly before her eyes droop as well...then finally close...her little head using Pruff's belly just like that.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Rick Morgan: "Love you lots, Rick. Take care of yourself, kay?"

Rick Morgan sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I will Twila. Love you too. See you in a few days."