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Twila@M3 - Friday, March 09, 2001, 10:57 PM

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Colonel's Office

This large office is the current home away from home for Colonel. There are a couple of large, at home and feel at ease chairs, and a small table in the center of the room for visiting guests or dignitaries, or soldiers reporting in. Set in front of the large bay window that overlooks Hudson Bay is a mahogany desk, complete with a computer terminal and a name plaque that reads Colonel. There are very few pictures in here, mostly of Iris. The whole office has a comforting feel to it, purposely set to make sure visitors are at home and feel at ease, meaning it was probably in place before Colonel ever moved in.

Dawn does indeed enter, with the usual cheerful smile present as she salutes. "You called, Sir?"

Colonel nods to the salute in response, standing up. "Are you the only one up and about at the moment, Corporal?" he inquires, walking over to where he has five packages set up.

Not long after another individual enters the office as well, quietly scanning it's interior as she does. The redheaded young woman moves herself to stand behind her fellow Hunter and offers an actual honest to goodness to first salute. Whoah. Well, heck...she has been practicing. "Corporal Peterson reporting."

Dawn hrms, relaxing. "I think Twila's comin', actually. Ah, there she is."

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'Oi...should I deploy?'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Any units, report in.'.

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'Reporting.'.

(Ch. D [Spam]) Ricochet transmits: 'Here!'.

(Ch. D [Spec-Ops]) Ten transmits: 'I'm here. What's going on?'.

(Ch. D [RF-NS]) Templar transmits: 'Sergeant Templar reporting in.'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Right. Ricochet, Ten, deploy to London, ascertain the situation. Sergeant Templar, deploy as well, as reinforcement.'.

Colonel recognizes the effort in it, and returns the salute. "At ease." he comments, going over to the packages he picks up two of them. He turns to the femmes, and starts. "In recognition of the time spent in training with us for the last week as part of our forces and the joint effort to help repair the bonds between our two factions, I present you both with a token of our respect and our appreciation." He holds out the package, marked with their names to each of the girls. "Thank you for trying to understand our way of life."

Dawn starts to accept, but...alerts come out. "I don't think I'll ever fully understand it, but this is a start. Thank you for trying to understand ours, sir." With that, she does accept the package.

Somewhat distracted by the incoming report, Twila refocuses her attention and nods towards the senior officer. "Thank you for us and giving us the opportunity."

Colonel nods. "You are both welcome to stay the night here, or you can return home when ready. We hope you enjoy the gifts, they are a small token of our appreciation."

Dawn mmm-hmms, "It's appreciated. I...might remain here, actually. In case the situation in London goes bad. I'm ready."

The young woman accepts the package, quietly examining the top as well as the labeling of it as well. Glancing back upwards she nods. "Thank you for the gifts as well as the offer. However, since there seems be a situation at the Labs, from what I have been told, I probably should return there this evening."

(Ch. D [Spam]) Ricochet transmits: 'I'm in London now. Nothing so far... but I'm following the damage trail...'.

(Ch. D [Secure]) Anthem transmits: '<grunt> London?'.

Colonel nods, and starts to return to his seat. Inside the packages, when opened, are framed certificates showing that the named has passed Repliforce basic training, and are hereby granted the ranks and duties of the implied rank. Allianceship. Under that is a soft leather jacket for the two, set in the aviator format, with the name, rank and unit patches for the units they were placed in applied, tailored to fit.

Colonel holds onto Sonata's, since he has to talk with the mission commander. "Could you see that Signas gets his package?" he asks, "We could not make a jacket for him, of course, so it was decided to allow him the certificate and an honor sword for his rank.

Dawn opens hers as well...and beams all the more. "Amazing...thank you. This is perfect!"

Colonel nods to Dawn. "Quite welcome." he responds. "If nothing else, you are dismissed, and allowed to return to your previous unit."

Dawn hmms, "I'll return, but...consider me on-call for help in London, ok?"

Colonel nods. "I will, Dawn."

(Ch. D [Spam]) Ricochet transmits: '...er, I found the ride armor... he's attacking humans. I'm gonna try to stop him...'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Will Dawn or I be required as backup, Corporal?'.

(Ch. D [Spam]) Ricochet transmits: '...I... I dunno. I'll see what I can do...'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Do not give me I do not know. Yes or no, Corporal.'.

(Ch. D [Spam]) Ricochet transmits: '...he's got buddies. Yeah, I could use a hand...'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'En route.'.

Twila Peterson hmms and looks over the box as Dawn opens hers up and grins, waiting until a chance to go through it more properly herself. "I could take it back with me," she offers. "I'm headed back anyway." She's sure she can ask some one along the way to help out as well. No problem. "Again, thank you for the kindness. Godspeed, Colonel."

Dawn nods as well, "Yes, thank you, Colonel. Ah...Twila, I hate t' ask ya this, but since you're headin' back, can you take my box back with ya? I'm deploying to London."

Colonel nods to Twila. "Godspeed, Miss Peterson. Perhaps I should come spend a week in the Labs sometime." Something of a smile creeps into his features, before he suddenly takes leave.

Twila gives Dawn a nod. "I'm sure I could. Leave outside your quarters or in the Center?"

Dawn begins to run off, "My quarters! Door's unlocked, if you wanna just drop it inside!"

Twila Peterson dips her chin. "Alright. Best of luck out there..." she bids...already keying in for some aid...

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Jet Stingray: "Jet, I just wanted to let you know I'm heading back for the Labs...."

Jet Stingray sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You got it, Twila. I was honored to have you guys with us for the time you were here... Have a safe trip home."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Jet Stingray: "Thank you, Jet. I know you'll do well was Marine Commander. Take care of yourself...and keep in touch, ok?"

Jet Stingray sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I wish I shared your thoughts about the Marine thing... And you know I'll keep tabs on my friends. You don't get many good ones, and I like keeping the ones I got. I know things aren't easy at the Hunter base, considering what you said about Zero and all... But just hang tough, Twila, I'm sure that it'll come out good in the end."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Jet Stingray: "Thanks for your kind words, Jet. They realy do mean alot. And...Dr. Light is back with us. He just arrived back today from his leave. So, it's starting to look up somewhat."

Jet Stingray sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I'm sure he will make it all good. I mean, he made the Hunters what they are today, so I'm sure he can just work on making them as good as they were before. *short pause with a sigh* Well, I have to go now, as I have to start planning out the preparations for an upcoming mission with the Marines and need to get some R and R.... Though if you ever need someone outside of the Hunters to talk to or someone to cover your back in sea, sky, or land, you know I'm here."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Jet Stingray: "I'm here for you as well, Jet Stingray. Rest well and Godspeed, my friend."

Jet Stingray sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You got it, Twila Peterson... You got it. Enjoy your time back with your pet. Good night."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Jet Stingray: "Good night. Pleasant dreams."

<Shortly...after arriving back to base and depositing the luggage...and packages...>

Command Center <Hunter HQ>

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Corporal Peterson returning to duty, Sir.'.

(Ch. C []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Uh...Twila...You're not in Repliforce anymore.'.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: '*slight giggle* Um...yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Won't happen again, Sir.'.

(Ch. C []) Rick Morgan transmits: '*groans*'.

Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: '*a-hem* Sorry...couldn't help myself.'.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I overheard in some areas you guys were short-handed. Anything I can currently help with?'

(Ch. C []) Rick Morgan transmits: 'Allright, exchanges, report to the command center.'.

(Ch. C [Mh/Rf]) Gear Otter transmits: '... Acknowledged. Away team, assemble. /_-'.

<Shortly...>

Twila Peterson is presently within her usual seat, having just returned from Repliforce Headquarters...already wearing a headset. When her brother enters the room, and before anyone can see, she stands up gives him a crisp salute. "Sir..."

Rick Morgan is of course already near Twila by that point. Before she can even get the hand halfway up, he's lashed out with his own, grabbing her lightly by the wrist. Gently of course...this is his lil sis.

"Please..." he says, with a half-grin on his features. "I've already been saluted more than I care to be...."

Twila Peterson is second away from bursting out laughing. She mamages a tiny giggle though at his reaction. "Duly noted...."

You whisper '....Sir.' to Rick Morgan.

Rick Morgan eyes Twila for a moment, before withdrawing his hand, and then turning to face the new arrivals, his hands folding behind his back as well. He waits till those present are gathered...

Gear Otter quietly clunks in from the Grav-Lift, his thick tail dragging the ground. He still looks slightly upset. He hasn't found his tools yer. /_- Snapping off a crisp salute, he says: ".... Sir?"

Broadcast Ocelot returns to the Command Center after going to the Rec Room. He failed attempt at playing music over the intercom. Upon entering he also executes a very crisp salute.

Gear Otter nods his head a few times, quietly pursing his lips: ".... Yes, Sir. It's a shame to leave the Hunters in such shambles right now, with all the Commanding Officers either resigned or out for the count, but I believe our mission here has been completed." /_- He naturally assumes 'relaxed' stance, out of habit, feet spread and paws clasped behind back. Quietly, he adds: "... any word on finding my lost tools?"

"Lost tools?" Rick asks, arching an eyebrow at that point. "Nobody told me about that. When did they go missing?"

Broadcast Ocelot nods to Rick, "Yes sir. It was aight while ah was here. Look forward tuh doin' it again sometime." His tail swishes as he listens to Gear and

Rick talk.

Twila Peterson hmmmms. "Pardon?" she questions, looking up from a recent radio then nods to both of the Repliforcers present.

Gear Otter blinks a few times. Then remembers: Communication in between the Hunters isn't exactly up to RF standards. One commanding officer might not actually know what the heck's going on. /_^ Grinning softly, he says: "... a few days ago, Sir. I got a emergency call from Private Elise about Hunter Solar Draco's wing engines. I left the tools in the MedBay, ran up, and retooled his jets, gave them a quick overhaul. When I came back... they were gone."

Twila Peterson would offer if the Lieutenant misplaced them but...certainly doesn't sound the type who would. "I can help you look if you like..."

Missing tools usually aren't exactly considered a command-level issue though. Repliforce would likely be not much different in that respect. At that, Rick seems to think it over, frowning to himself. Does he perhaps have some leads to that? Maybe...maybe not.

"Strange...well I'll keep an eye out for them. If I find them, I'll send them to you immediately. I have a few ideas I might be able to act on." At that, he returns his attention back to the two Repliforcers fully. "As for our 'shambles' state, it's our issue in that respect. I'm certain Repliforce has had it's own bumpy times now and then, nobody's immune to it. Just looks like it's our turn right now. We'll come through this. Anyways, as it stands, I think this is where we all bid adieu and such." He trails off as Twila makes her offer, and nods. "If you want, you can take some time to look before you leave though...."

Gear Otter shakes his head quietly, glancing to Twila, then to Rick: ".... No, it's alright, Sir. I need to get back to MSE as quick as I can anyways. Make sure the Hunter away team hadn't changed anything, re-configure my internals with the scanners again, and double check the inventory listings." Quietly, his last good optic goes back to Twila: ".... No disrespect intended, of course. I'm sure you did a fine job in assisting Sergeant Nightingale."

Broadcast Ocelot just keeps quiet for now and listens to two very different conversations. He then speaks up to Rick, "Sir. Ah guess dat means dat all access we had tuh de Labs are now off limits?"

The girl perks an eyebrow. "None taken. I did my best. Should the tools happen to be found well get them right away to you as soon as possible, as Rick said," she can't help but state...wondering idly who the prankster was.

"Well..." Rick grunts at that, tilting his head to the side. "Right now I think access to the major systems are cut off of course, but to the labs itself...I'm not against the prospect of still allowing you in. You've proven yourselves several times over. I can't say for sure...but I'll put in a good word for you all."

Gear Otter nods his head once. Then, heels click, hand up, SALUTE! /_- Okay, so maybe the HUNTERS weren't to blame. HE still wasn't sure about X, though. /_u He'd find who really was to blame... later. Right now, he had work to do. "Thank you, Sir. I'll post out the remaining orders to my Team to pack, dissassemble, and return to base for debriefing."

Rick Morgan nods at that, and actually chances a small smirk. "Allright...." He then extends one hand out. "Good to have you with us for the week Otter..."

Broadcast Ocelot nods to Rick, "Thank you, sir. Ah jus' wanted tuh know." He then just follows Gear's lead and does whatever the Otther does.

Twila was part of the exchange itself...and wasn't actually here for the duration of the Repliforcers' stay. Even if the Otter unintentionally caused some harm with his previous rants, she allows it to slide...and offers a hand to each of them. "I wish you well when you return to the Island."

Gear Otter blinks down at that hand for a moment. /_6 Then, finally, he reaches out a paw, and catches it in his own: "... a pleasure serving under you, Sir." He then removes his paw, turns - and pauses. Glancing over his shoulder: "... By the way, I finished re-writing all of your reports into electronic media, stored in the main med terminals in a file with your name. Also, I've gone through the trouble of ordering a file cabinet for you." He pauses, and grins: ".... It should be delievered here within the week, plus instructions on proper use." /_^ With that slight tease, he remains to give Twila's hand a silent shake, then heads out.

Rick Morgan blinks...then facepalms. "Uh...thanks."

Broadcast Ocelot salutes Rick before he leaves, following Gear. The ocelot then stops and faces Rick again, "It was aight tuh 'lime' wit' allyuh." He then continues to go on his way. Stopping by the Rec Room to get his plushie and cats before heading off.

Twila watches as the Repliforcers are seen off. When the other three return they'll be sent home as well more than likely. "Godspeed."

London - Business District

Unfolding in all directions is the massive Business District of London. Corporate skyscrapers tower off the ground and a multitude of mega-hotels, specifically for those on business trips from other cities are all located here. The buildings in this district are unbelievably larger, as if each one is struggling to outdo the latter, stretching further into the atmosphere to touch Heaven itself. Beneath the omni-level highways and streets is the lower business district where less staggeringly huge buildings are located, where super stores and some malls can be found.

A low rumble begins to fill the air over this area of London... like the sound of a /very/ large jumbo jet flying down for a landing... but the Airport is on the other side of the city!

Unfortunately, or perhaps thankfully, the sky itself is darkened by clouds, and only the pale moon shines down and is visible in the bright lights of the city of London which rests blissfully unaware of what is about to occur. As the situation of the Mavericks assault on the city below escalates, another person has decided to take advantage of this situation. Where better to show off then in front of a group of heroes and villains... ...and make a good deal of cash in the process. The Rumble slowly getting Louder...

The Rumble only grows louder... and then... a mass of darkness seems to part from the sky above, the rumble now deeply intense. And swooping over the city, in a low, deep banking swoop... ...is something /HUGE!/ Something that looks like a massive, pregnant Goldfish. Running lights flood the area, and a mocking laugh resounds over the rumble as the Gesellschaft... yes... The Gesellchaft... dives low over London!!! From it's sides suddenly disgorge a wing of Drache... the rectangular fightercraft spilling out and begining to swoop with the Gesellschaft! He moves /directly/ overhead of the current excitement below, it's underbelly above and the wind whipping past it as it rumbles deeper into London, heading for the Business District! Someone has decided to take advantage of the Chaos to add some more! The Bonnes have shown themselves once again!

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'That ship...Bonnes?'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Quite. I am enroute.'.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: '.....................be interesting to see if they did anything to the Finhead.'.

(Ch. C [MH/RF]) Dawn transmits: 'Interesting isn't the word I'd use.'.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'I'm being polite at the moment.'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: '*a sultry, female laugh fills the air waves!* Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! *for those with tracing capability... it's a shielded transmittion*'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'I'm pretty sure I recognize that immature laugh. Sounds like a certain little girl who plays with dangerous toys named Tron Bonne.'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Hah! I play with what I want to play with, 'Shield!' And I have a /wonderful/ new toy!'.

(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: '*groan* I'm afraid to ask.'.

(Ch. E []) Toad Man transmits: 'Is it a big fool made out of stolen Joe Parts?'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'Isn't Bass a bit old for you, Tron?'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Oh? I think you mean Khan... my new Brother in Crime. The newest member of the Bonne Family!! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'Riiiiiiight.'. Obviously Bass isn't awake yet, as you're still breathing.'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Oh Khaaaa-aaaaan... Say hello to them!'.

(Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: 'I don't see why they are deserving of such politeness sister.'.

(Ch. E [Femme]) Cappella transmits: '....'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'True enough, Brother dear. They will learn soon enough.'.

(Ch. E []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Word of warning...Bass will be Bass...'.

(Ch. E [Femme]) Cappella transmits: ' Clever indeed, dear. Now with your new toy err brother or what ever you call him, what are you going to do with him?'.

(Ch. E [Unknown]) Dr. Wily transmits: '*snorts awake* What-WHAT!? Bonne? BONNE!?'.

(Ch. E []) Ballade transmits: 'Yes Doctor. Bonne.'.

(Ch. B [RF]) Colonel transmits: '...I am unable to resist. Ten, have you been giving Bass lessons on cosmetics and paint schemes?'.

(Ch. B [RF]) Colonel transmits: 'Move in.. I will engage Bass and the Bonne.'

Descending just behind the Gustav as it drops to the ground, from the belly of the massive Gesellschaft, is another figure. Much much smaller of course...but no less powerful for that matter.

As Colonel charges straight towards the Gustav, this figure lands on the pavement right in his path, between them, one hand moving down in a quasi-tripod crouch, a loud *CLANK* issuing out as a result.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow that..." the familiar voice lifts off.

It's Bass! He's not dead!

Or rather, it's Khan Bonne. Isn't that the name Tron gave him now? Quite whole, buster-arm at the ready, he stands there like an obstacle in the Repliforce XO's path, apparently ready to defend the Gustav with tooth and nail if needbe. What's going on?

And why is he pink, black and white?

Bass crouches at that point, eyes narrowing even further as the Colonel charges in towards him. With due calm and precision, he observes the reploid's approach, before suddenly springing up, and away from the fist as it lashes in towards him. With a burst of his dash jets, he soars even higher again, flipping back to land on the sidewalk ten feet away, coming down in a crouch, with his buster held at the ready. The weapon blazes brightly for a moment, as he keeps it pointed at the Colonel. "You were warned..." he grunts. "You will NOT get close to her..."

With that, he unleashes a series of blasts from the tip of his weapon. He may be repainted, he may be pink and white now...but his buster still works.

Spark Mandrill , with his hands coated in the unbelievable gout of electricity about himself, suddenly draws the large ball of power about himself BACK into his form via the glowing gems mounted in his armor. How in the HELL is that possible!? Mandrill -IS- a walking generator. Never the lesss, like a God of electricity his hands swing out in front of him and GRAB the sharp end of the Polearm just as it cuts into his chest, with a sickening grin, he swings his arms out to one side, sending the polearm past himself, only for both of his hands to release it's bladed end and lash out towards Ten's throat -AGAIN-, this time quicker than before, seeking only to pump DISGUSTING ammounts of electricity right into the core of her being. All of that power he once exuded like a trophy to his own greatness, he now feeds in concentrated amounts into his hands, and hopefully into the throat of Ten, probably disabling her ability to even yell out in pain, or for that matter, move immediately.

Colonel cuts left and then right, as the shots impact the ground around him, shattering the concrete and permacrete that makes up the road. Leaping up onto one of the parked delivery trucks, Colonel attempts to use the same attack that he used on the fightercraft earlier, and cuts his saber left and right hard, creating a minature sonic boom. The wave from which races outwards towards Bass, trying to catch up with him. "You know, Bass, I think I liked it better when you did not give a damn about anyone but yourself."

As 'Khan' unleashes his fury apon the Colonel, The Gustav moves up swiftly towards... ...the largest Jewelry Mall in the City. "All right, boys! Time to get some 'Crown Jewels!" And the Servbots all cheer as the Gustav's speed increases, charging to slam /RIGHT/ into the front of the Jewelry Mall, one arm sweeping foward and clearing out the /entire/ front of the store! The head of the beast lowers then, as the cannon mounted on it's head flips foward and fires into the store! A Beacon Bomb! "Go get it, Boys!"

The Servbots cheer!! "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! Yes, Miss Tron!!" And all 6 dash foward and for the Store as the Gustav turns back around to survey the area. Overhead... the Drache continue to fire down apon what forces and defences the city can muster... and the Gesellshaft high overhead looms with all it's potential devistating force

He quietly rocks on his largish metal feet, his thick tail twitching from time to time. And, from his lips, the warbling solo to 'Winds of Change', by an ancient band. The Scorpions.

Bass frowns slightly. Not a scowl, not a snarl...a frown. There's an eerie calm about how he fights at this moment. Much more clarity than his usual berzerker state. More deliberate motions to his actions. As if he were dancing a ballet in the process.

The wave comes towards him, and he ducks low, suddenly rolling hard to the side, and under the blast itself, to come up once more. It's here that he builds a more powerful charge into his arm-cannon, drawing another bead, and bracing it with his free hand.

"I work with crystal clarity right now, that's all that I need in my existence." He retorts, letting loose a large purple blast from the tip of his weapon, the recoil pushing him back a step.

*BWOOOM!*

Ten is brimming with fear induced energy despite her condition. That energy allows her to avoid the attack. Once again, Spark Mandrill's attack hits a slight blur of color where Ten was. Normally Ten couldn't move this fast in her condition, but right now she is finding herself able to do many things she couldn't normally do. You never know what you can do until you have a massive monkey aiming so much electricity at you. Ten wastes no time in flying toward her poleearm and recovering it from mid air. As soon as she does, she once again activates the charge for it's built in energy cannon. This time however, she doesn't fire right away. She lets the weapon charge longer, allowing it to glow brighter. Still she continues to let it charge.

The truck that Colonel was standing on disintegrates into a fireball as it collapses around him, and the Repliforce XO himself is caught up in the blast. Eyes widening in shock, he doesn't have time to respond as the fireball engulfs him, and he vanishes into it.

For a long moment, there is nothing, and then suddenly, the flaming wreckage shifts, and is thrown forward as Colonel tears thorugh the destoryed cab, left shoulder lowered with the menancing spike thrusting forward. Flaming bits of wreckage trail the Commander's body as the peel away as he attempts to forcibly tackle Bass into the Bonne ride armor, and pin him under his shoulder.

"And as I said, I will not allow you to cause further damage to this city, no matter your current state of mind!"

(Ch. E [Unknown]) Dr. Wily transmits: 'GRAAAH! Insignificant worms, you DARE toy the masterpiece creations of WILY!?!? You hooligans have crossed the line. This time you have gone too far! Prepare for the whirlwind, because this time... you have bitten off far more than your soon-to-be-BROKEN jaws can CHEW!!!'.

Twila Peterson listens to some of the idle chatter on the global band sometime after Rick is called away. Someone's in t-r-o-u-b-l-e. Big t-r-o-u-b-le. But, if you play with fire you will be burned. She draws in a sigh. "Well...now what...?" she asks quietly, leaving of the "Sir" this time. No sense driving her sibling insane.

Signas soon walks in from the Teleporters, looking immesurably happy.

"Home."

One word that says it all.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Well well... The old man himself! Hmph! Nice bit of work, there! But I was able to crack it! Took me a while too, you are goooood. But I, Tron, have been able to /beat/ everything you did! And Khan is now /my/ Brother!'.

(Ch. E [Unknown]) Dr. Wily transmits: 'Ignorant wench! You would believe to compare -your- amateur limited capabilities to the boundless brilliance that is WILY!?!? Such is blasphemy! I am, however, not without reason. Surrender Bass, NOW! If you do... perhaps I will let this incident go with minimal consequence. Otherwise you are faced with an alternative of a battle you CANNOT win. Choose, let us see if you are indeed as intelligent as you claim to be...'.

Twila Peterson turns around towards the sound of a newcomer. "Made it back I see," she greets her fellow former exchange student. "Nothing like home, huh?"

A moment later she coughs to the side, offering Signas a "Sir". Of course, it's not to Rick so...HOPEFULLY he won't try to through something at her.

Signas nods to Twila, his smile still one of joyous relief. "Well, consider me on duty. Is the world in need of saving?"

Eying one of the monitors a moment she answers, "Something up in London. But no call was put out for reinforcements. So...unless word is given---." She trails off. "Oh, and Colonel gave us all gifts. Left yours at your quarters soon after I returned."

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Hey, Doc... Do you think any other FOURTEEN YEAR OLD could do what I did?! Khan is /my/ brother now! And he will defend me and the Bonne Family! You are good Wily, I'll give you that. Very good. But I was able to get in and make Khan one of us!! And /sure/ I can win, Doc... I have Khan on my side now! Not any of your Masters can beat him alone! And he won't be alone!'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'We are... THE BONNES! Isn't that right, Brother dear?'.

(Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: 'I am, Khan Bonne.'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'He doesn't sound very intelligent. I think you screwed up something when reprogramming him, Tron.'.

Signas hmms, "Really? I will have to pen a thank you letter for the Colonel. He was understanding or our differences, and I would have to say that, overall, the experience was a good one."

Corporal Peters---er---Twila can't help but agree with him. "Can't really argue with that there. Although...all the ranks and titles, made me feel like an old maid." And of course there's the fact that now...she can eat REAL FOOD!

(Ch. E [Unknown]) Dr. Wily transmits: '*frantic panting before finally regaining his composure* GRAAAAH! So BE IT! Prepare a quote for your epitaph, you shall need it very VERY soon. For you see foolish whelp, indeed Bass is the greatest of my achievements... he is still only ONE! Feh, do you -honestly- believe that your pathetic band of rejects can stand against my army of elite androids? HA! Prepare to DIE, and it won't be SLOW!!! I will have my army crush you without mercy, crucify your remains, and use your remains for bedpan productions in which I myself will utilize!'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: '...'.

(Ch. E []) Ballade transmits: 'As Wily commands...'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Gotta catch us first, Doc!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'Hey Wily, she's in London in case you didn't know.'.

(Ch. E [Unknown]) Dr. Wily transmits: 'And we will, bedpan! WE WILL!'.

<SensorA> Fugue just.. blinks a few times. She nearly drops her box, but manages to catch it before it slides completely from her grip, "Well, umm.." She leans over a bit to place the box on the ground, then reaches up to take the gifts, smiling. "Thanks, Gear. They're beautiful." She takes a moment to sniff the flowers. "You can consider yourself forgiven."

Twila Peterson pauses for a moment to turn to one of the monitors...a smile tugging at her lips as she overlooks the exchange despite the blather sounding off in her ear. "Aaaaaaaw...how sweet..."

Signas tilts his head, thoughtfully. "Well, it's interesting you should mention the ranks and titles, Corporal Peterson. I was thinking of suggesting that we adopt them, just for you."

Yup, he said that with a straight face, and an even tone.

<SensorA> Gear Otter grins quietly, and nods once. "... Thanks." /_^; Quietly, he draws out a wrench, idly flipping it in his paws as he tosses off a playful salute: "... See ya around, Hunter." He turns, and begins to quietly pad out, making sure to send off one last radio message on Hunter broadband. He had paid a last visit to the Med-Bay, and found a surprise..

(Ch. C [Mh/Rf]) Gear Otter transmits: '... By the way, I've recovered my tools. They were neatly laid out in the Med-bay. With a carrot. /_c'.

<SensorA> Fugue glances at the wrench a moment, "Oh! Wait a sec, before you go."

<SensorA> Gear Otter pauses, glancing over his shoulder. /_c? "... Hrmm?"

Signas can't help but smile, nay, Grin, and looks away. This takes his gaze to the odd behaviour on the sensor screen, and to a little confusion. "What...no, nevermind. I don't want to know, I don't think. None of my business." He looks away.

Twila Peterson facepalms almost like Rick had. "At ease, Sergeant. Or I'll remove the starch," she tells him with a wry grin...then almost facepalms again upon overhearing the broadband, moving to answer.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: '*sigh* Uh...guess that names the prankster...'.

(Ch. C [None]) Shield transmits: 'Really? Wow, Kyo must be trying to apologize to you, Gear.'.

<SensorA> Fugue adjusts the flowers to hold in one arm as she bends down to tug the lid off that box. "I brought something for you to remember your stay by." She draws two small cans from the box and, with a bit of juggling, holds one up toward Gear. When seen closely, the one she's offering is some kind of machine oil, and the one in her arms is polish.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Gear Otter: "Apologies. That must have been my pet cabbit leaving her calling card."

Gear Otter sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "... Cabbit? /_c Was that what that thing was? /_^ Not a problem. I had a sucker for it, but it ran off. Ah well."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Gear Otter: "Yeah, cross between a cat and a rabbit. She's usually very friendly. Anyway, glad you have your tools back."

<SensorA> Gear Otter blinks a few times, turning around to take the oil. He quietly holds it up, peering at it, then slowly grinning: ".... Keep the Machine well oiled?" /_^

<SensorA> Fugue grins and holds the bottle of polish, "And help get the other Machine running more smoothly. It'll happen, someday."

Twila offers a smile towards the diploment. "Mmmm, mmm. Guess that's the Labs bidding us a welcome home in it's own unique way."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Gear Otter: "Oh, and Shield's right. Kyo only offers carrots to those she likes and wants to apologize too. That may be way she ran...bashful."

Gear Otter sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "...huh. /_~ Give her a scratch behind the ears for me, would you?"

The young woman then focuses on Signas once again after glancing once more at the monitors. "So...what type of work were you involved with while in the marines?" she questions in mere curiosity.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Gear Otter: "Sure thing. Take care when you go home, you hear?"

Gear Otter sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Acknowledged, Ma'am. /_~"

<SensorA> Gear Otter grins quietly, and nods, laughing. /_^ "Agreed. You port and polish your Machine, I'll oil mine down, and we'll put a transition gear somewhere in the middle." Although that sounds bad, they really aren't talking about THAT. You silly people up in the Command Center. /_9

Signas hmms. "Well, there was training in no win scenarios, observing idiots beating each other half to death, the occasional consorting with suspected terrorists, and listening to Jet Stingray preach to an assembly about why Repliforce needs a gigantic water arena and hot tub so that the water division can receive proper training an relaxation: all in one." Ticking each of those off his fingers, one at a time, he nods at last. "At least, those were the high points. You?"

Spark Mandrill descending slowly towards the half broken roof of the building he once went charging through, he slams into it feet first, only to be slammed by Phoebus' attack and rocked off of his right foot. Rolling over the surface of the roof, his mouth gapes open and a decibal splitting roar bursts free of it, into the sky shaking bricks loose from the compound under him as he bursts into the air with another fit of electrical power, his palms slamming together, causing a reaction in his internals that send wave after wave of lightning ripping out of his core and out into the buildings around him. Lighting up every crack, crevice, and corpse with sudden charges. Almost becoming radioactive as it were, as the reactor within his body back builds and rolls over itself - churning, revolving, charging and stalling until finally it exudes itself in an area wide blast of bolts that slam into litterally everything- that is, until being recycled as his last attack was, only for a single hand to fire out, aiming at Ten.

"I'm going to chew your friends FACE OFF!", with that, a ball of lightning the size of his own thirteen foot body developes, and bursts aloose from his form as if two same-side magnets throwing one another away.. In the resulting shove, his body is send rocketing down towards the ground, only for him to turn about and fire another, smaller blast of electricity below him to put him on target with Phoebus.

Cut Man wanders through London... in a rather curious manner. How so is it curious? Well... for one thing, the Cut Meister is smiling a good deal more than m ost have likely seen him to do in years. For another, he's got what looks like a Polaroid camera dangling around his neck, and a 'Britian Rules!' Tee shirt on his back. A slight buzzing accompanies his arrival as a quartet of little Bladers, dome shaped drones with propeller tops, buzz along in his wake, carrying... well... one of them seems laden with a giant stack of postcards, another seems to be carrying cameras of their own, and the third and fourth, appear to be toting... a lot of cheap sueviniers including a mini palace guard doll, complete with puddy black hat, and a little Big Ben desc clock.

"Well..." comments Cut Man brightly to his little entourage.... "I must say I'm glad we didn't succeed in wrecking London last time we tried... it's been the highlight of my vacation!" then, he blinks, and looks up, and up, and up at the Bonne airship, "Th... th this... wasn't mentioned on the brochures!" he stammers, his huge eyes getting even larger... and brings his camera up with shaking hands, and

*psshnk*

Takes a quick shot

Spark Mandrill continuing on through the rubble around him, he comes pushing through a half-fallen crest of bricks and sends his form careening towards Phoebus with a rediculous gait of speed in his favor, gravity only HELPING.

Bass's eyes widen as Colonel comes straight in for him. He raises both hands up to brace himself for the incoming blow, ducking at the last moment to avoid the spike itself. Though he isn't so lucky with the rest of Colonel's body. With a sharp *CLANK!* he's sent hurtling backwards, flipping end-over-end as his considerably smaller frame is turned into a ragdoll, the laws of momentum applying here. Pushing outwards though, he moves away from getting pinned, instead rolling to the side to come to land on his stomach, not far from where the Gustav currently stands. WIth a push of his hands, he flips up off the ground, to land on his feet once more agilely. He's been hit...but he's not out.

"TRON!" he breathes towards the mecha. "I will hold him as long as I can!"

Yeah were that the real Bass he'd be talking about how many different pieces he's going to smash Colonel into right now.

With a quick motion, he ignites his right arm into it's shimmering purple blade form, wielding it at the ready as he darts forward, cutting first in an X pattern, then proceeding forward with a series of rapid, high-speed jabs, ready to drive him back...and away from the Gustav. "Have at you Colonel! We only want the riches and nothing else!"

Cut Man stands on the sidewalk, clutching a camera in his hands, staring at the Bonne airship, his four little blader sidekicks hovering around him, carrying his souvenirs for him... oh, yes, and he's wearing a 'Britian Rules' T shirt.

Stealth Transport does not bother with stealth this time. It's arrival on wings of flame and roaring wind is a harbinger of the anger of Wily, and his Robot Masters. The stylized 'W' on the nose and wings might be a bit of a clue. Smoothly, and perfectly, it sets down in the street. Hatches open up in the sides, and Joes in Violet Colors bearing... plasma blasters, and heavy shields troop out in tight formation. Behind them comes a figure in Violet and Gold.

Ballade. His eyes lock onto the Gustav, narrowing slightly. "Robot Masters - in the name of Wily... destroy."

Phoebus shoulders his arm cannon and deftly leaps far to the side away from Spark Mandrill... His mortar falls into his hand..unlike the previous time he had used it, it doesn't charge up. Instead it merely launches an exploding shell towards Spark's back..at least, that's what Phoebus is hoping for... He's not going to launch arrows at a darn 13 foot monkey *shakes a fist into the air*..and as more and more people show up...one can almost hear Phoebus groan.

Bonne Assault Mech <Gustav> pauses, even as the events continue to unfold, both on the radio and in the area about. And as the Colonel assaults Bass, the eyes of the beast turn around to glare down at Colonel as the impact of 'Khan' against the Gustav's body causes it to stagger a pace. The Pilot's attention had been distracted, and she returns to the battle at hand immediatly! "Hey!! You can't do that to my Brother!!!" The Gustav swiftly moves, raising one massive hand to the side, and then slows as Bass' calls to the Gustav. "Keep it up, Khan!!!"

The Servbots play inside the store, acosting the people and jewelry racks, and swiftly the dart out and head to the Gustav, depositing the loot in special respticles that open, transfering it into it's inner compartments.

And then... the Transport comes flying in from the Night. The Gustav's head snaps up, the eyes opening wide in surprise. "...uh oh..."

Mandrill slammed in the back with a stray mortar round, his body bursts through several layers of asfault, into the ground below, only for him to almost IMMEDIATELY reak to pain in a growling, gargling mess of screams, all half muffled by mech-fluid running out of his mouth like a geyser. "YOU ************!!!".

Leaping out of the new hole in the ground, his massive hands balled into fists, he fires his massive, hulking form at Phoebus, looking to grip both of his biceps and burry the little bastard in the ground under his form, veritably pinning his arms underneath himself- but not just that... he brings a special present with him. Vicious fangs ripping towards Phoebus's EYES. Yes, his eyes. The dirty Monkey goes for an easy disorientation as his massive, human-skull-sized teeth lash down at the smaller man's face, again and again. Even if he doesn't successfully tackle him, he wants to taste those deceitful orbs that sold him out with clearvoyance enough to strike him while he was busy with Ten! "DIE!!!!!"

(Have at you??) Colonel blinks. That's language -HE- uses. Ok, someone kidnapped Bass, and painted him pink, and made him speak properly. Freak.

As Bass attacks, Colonel brings his own formidable melee skills into play, backing up as he dodges, parries and flat out evades most of the attacks. He looks for an opening as he contininues to slide backwards, "Alright, Bass, if that is the way that you want it."

As he continues backwards, Colonel suddenly bounces forward, and employs a tatic that would probably make Zero proud, as he brings up one of his massive knees, and attempts to ram it into the smaller hybrid's stomach.

Ever so quietly a single form cloaked from the world pushes out of the transport and gazes coolly at the situation. Her eyes focus on the situation carefully and frowns. She is NOT a fighter. To say other wise would be foolish. Still Cappella sneaks around the area, watching it intently.

Ten is nailed in the extreme! This time, everything fails her. A massive, gaping hole is blown in her armor as the electricity causes a nonessential system to detonate. Having a large hole inher chest makes Ten a pretty gruesome thing to behold right now. It's a miracle she is still functioning! Ten's panic becomes complete. Her considerable courage has been exhausted. As quickly as she can, she flies toward the teleport chambers. She still clutches the naginata in her hands. Amazingly, she didn't drop it! She is truly glad she still has her beloved weapon. Thoughts of happiness over not losing it are the only thoughts that manage to get past the thoughts of her need to escape.

Ballade folds his arms as his long legs take him down to the street. His radio is active, spinning orders to the Violet Guard. The Joes nod once, hefting blasters and grenades... and start towards the Servbots. They open fire as they advance, unaware of the relatively indestructable nature of their foes. But it's going to hurt. Poor Servbots.

As for Ballade himself... a pair of shades slowly lowers from his helmet as the horns rise up, and flickering discharges of energy dance in his shoulder units as he engages his Powered Mode. "Tron Bonne! For Crimes against Wily, you have been sentenced... to obliteration."

Arm Blade igniting, he breaks into a smooth loping gait towards the Gustav. "Prepare."

Phoebus hops back away from the tackle bit the bite still viciously carves away part of his face and much of his arm... he staggers back, dropping his mortar to the ground. He reaches with a shaking arm toward his bow and arrow.

Oh no. He's using his arrows.

He withdraws a fire arrow and affixates it onto the bow with rather amazing speed for someone who doesn't look too good right now. Fighting giant monsters with a bow. hoo boy. Anyway, he lets it loose...well its an arrow, it should be sort of hard for it to miss at the very least..and he also aimed for spark's eye...the arrow bursts into flames as it nears Sparkie.

Screen> Phoebus misses Spark Mandrill with his Fire Arrow attack.

Mac strides in, blissfully unaware of the phone call taking place. "Greetings, fellow Maverick Hunters! What transpires?"

A small object comes from the sky. It's hard to tell what it is, but one can hear a really annoying sound.

*WEEEO WEEEO WEEEO*

(Ch. B [RF]) Colonel transmits: 'Pirates and Masters in the area.. the Masters are engaging the Bonnes. I guess for revenge for taking Bass.'.

(Ch. B [RF]) Anthem transmits: 'Mavericks retreating.'.

Mac transforms into Mac.

The young woman gives a tiny snicker in response. "Sounds like fun. Um...basically...what I did here, but it needed to be a bit more organized than it would have been...and after the medical attention there were the forms and files..." Her voice drifts off as she tilts her head to the radio and lets out a sigh. "Well...sounds like it's getting interesting anyway."

Signas frowns deeply at a radio message on a secure Repliforce channel. "The Bonne Pirates have Bass? Isn't that a little bit like giving a four year old a bazooka?"

"I *a-hem* reported that the Bonnes took Bass yesterday as soon as I got back to my quarters. Shield discovered that was why they were at the New York harber yesterday evening. But....yeah," Twila admits, "Alot like a bazooka."

Signas's frown doesn't relent. "I see. I am afraid I was looking for whoever owned that weapon Seminole came in with, so I must have missed it." He shakes his head, "There could be a good side to this, or there could be a bad side. On the good side, when he gets repaired enough to move, he might damage them enough to make capture and incarceration easy. The bad side is, he might not stop with 'damage'."

Twila gives a soft sigh to that. "Possibly. What I was able to gleen was he's up and certainly mobile. Guess we'll have to see what happens with that." A few transmissions come in. Confusing, since she's not on the field andnot yet able to gather an uplink yet. Possible interference. "Incidentally...I think we're supposed to get off the Repliforce frequency now," she reminds him. "Don't worry. I...kinda forgot too."

Mac simply stands, waiting to be acknowledged... though opticing the radio slightly. Wondering quietly why their Most Esteemed High Commander Mega Man X is speaking to a shock DJ... but who is he to question the commander?

Signas turns to Mac, noticing him once his train of thought has run it's course, "Oh, my apologies, sir. Lost in contemplation of the horrific natural disaster known as Bass."

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Keep back, Doc! He's mine now! And if you keep it up, I will just take this purple one too! I /am/ the Greatest Thief and most Brilliant 14 Year old on the Planet! Khan is a Bonne now! And you can't have him back!'

Making a sudden face an expected outburst on the Global channel Twila ughs. "Hadda know that one was coming. Spoiled rotten ankle-biter meets deranged old mad scientist over a psychotic android. Film at eleven." Bleah! On Signas notice she turns towards the newcomer and greets with a nod. "Hey, Mac."

Shield quickly walks in, barely passing through the opening lift doors. He nods at Twila, "Glad to have you back. I'm sure Kyo is too." He nods at everyone else as he makes his way to the main computer.

Mac furrows his brow, and nods. "Indeed. The horrors that Bass has wrought upon our planet are innumerable in quantity and indescribable in quantity. His voluminously damaged psychoses make one contemplate whether or not Wily was intoxicated during the design process of his basic neural matrices. However, the horror that is Bass shall one day fall to the sword of justice! Like a tomato left on the windowsill for days at a time, he will slowly dry up until one day his crusted remains will be placed in the garbage can to avoid the smell from overwhelming those that abide within the kitchen..." his rant is cut off. "Greetings, Twila. Was your tenure with Repliforce productive?"

<Elsewhere...>

Cut Man blinkblinks and looks around, in a daze... He tilts his head, as if listening to something inside of it, and then sighs, "Vacations never last as long as you wish they did." then, with a little shrug, he charges forward, the camera still dangling around his neck... His Bladers look at each other, and then seem to shrug, though how they do it without shoulders is a good question. Cut Man sprints down the sidewalk, only to stumbleskid to a halt, eyes wide as he comes upon the army of looting Servbots. Then, he blinks in confusion, "Hey... wait a minute... there's something... weird... going on here.

Bass continues slashing away wildly, moving to try and keep Colonel off balance. Apparently he isn't quite as successful as he'd liked to have been however, as the Colonel retaliates. It's all he can do to again twist and raise his weapon to deflect the worst of the blow...or rather, his weapon-arm that is. The impact does no damage per se, but it's still enough to propel him backwards once more, flipping end over end until he again lands face-down on the pavement. Within seconds, he's on his feet again, suddenly noticing ANOTHER form darting towards the Gustav...much faster.

"NO!" he calls, disengaging his energy blade, and lifting his buster to bear on Ballade's form, building a charge into it.

"SISTER! They're coming in from all sides! Hurry!" And with that, he unleashes a much more powerful charge directed straight at the Elite.

*BA-WHOOOOOOM!*

Spark Mandrill quickly stepping back by a mere two paces, which to a creature this big is quite conciderable, he lashes his left hand up and CATCHES the arrow in hand, cracking it in two with a thumb strong enough to punch a hole through an adamant steel wall with little more than a grunt. With that, the arrow is pitched over a shoulder and a grin spreads over his primate-face... pieces of his armor dropping away in large chunks, mech-fluid raining out of his form like a gushing mess of melted candy in a microwave. But, nonetheless, he points a finger at Phoebus and coughs... "Time to die..."

Too angry to even bother with an electrical attack from the mortar round, he goes charging towards Phoebus, and pushes off of the ground with this massive feet, throwing debris into the air that truely clouds his actual position, only until one of the largest sentient forms in the world comes rushing down towards the little guy intent on crushing him, does it become painfully apparent that yes, Monkey mans out to get you.

The Gustav's head snaps to the side as Ballade lands, and the Joes snapping off shots for the Servbots... The bright yellow eyes of the Gustav widen in rage, and it interposes itself between the targets and the blasts... A few of the Servbots fall, blasted back and getting dark scortches on their armor... but with a shake of their heads... they get back up! Then the Gustav turns and glares at Ballade and his Joes... "... Ok... /now/ you've done it!" And The Gustav raises one powerful arm up to it's 'lips' and gives a shrill whistle!! "Servbots!!! ATTACK!!!!" And the Servbots... get detemined and evily mad looks on their faces. It seems Tron brought some of her more violent ones. One begins chucking Bomb after Bomb at the Joes, and another leaps to the side behind a pile of rubbish and begins to snipe at the Joes, while another hefts it's mini-bazooka, and fires off a round into the approaching Joe force.

The Gustav turns it's gaze then to Bass, nodding. "Don't worry, Khan! We can take them! You and me!!" And the Gustav raises it's arm, dialing it's massive cannon to Gatling. "I am calling the retreat! Let's pull back before more come!!!" And the arm of the Gustav lowers, now as the Colonel is freed up... it opens fire on /him/ as Khan takes on the Elite!! "No one hurts my brothers!!!"

Toad Man gets to his feet to see Bass crashing into Ballade, Toad grabs at the top of his head in a panic, "Ballade!?!? Bass!?!?" he lokos around not sure what to do, and then he charges at Bass as he finishes up with Ballade, and throws a not so devastating right cross

The saucer comes to a halt above the entire scene. From a safe distance, the doctor can observe. The hatch on the top of the vessel whines and pops open. Wily peers out for a second before bringing out his entire upper torso. Wily does the infamous Wilybrow, he watches the fray with utter disbelief. "My my, quite a predicament."

He shifts his attention towards the newest member of the Bonne's in time to see Bass fire a shot at his true sibling. "Tsk. Tsk. We musn't have bretheren quarrel amongst each other..." With that, he dives back in and seals the hatch. The saucer hums back to life, and moves closer...

Cut Man remains stationary for several long moments, staring at the ServBot army. My... he's useful... then, the camera goes back and forth a few times before settling upon Cut Man, whom slowly frowns, his eyelids tilting down andgrily, if a bit goofily. Turning toward the Bonne airship, he starts jumping up and down and shaking a fist! "No Fair! This is copyright infringment, I tell you! My design came first! You'll be hearing from my Creator's lawyer!

Phoebus gets stomped on... and is rather badly crushed... he manages to send off a radio transmission. oddly enough, his armor isn't too badly damaged...its his squishies that are.... He sort of lays there for a bit..and sits he's standed on.. he can't really escape..., being sort of..er..immobile.he sends out another radio to his squad to help him out.

Colonel gets thrown down the street as the shells tear into his body, bouncing down the city block as he gets hit a half-dozen times before he ends up slamming into a news van. After a moment, the Repliforce XO, deciding that the Masters himself are after the same goal at the moment, decides to concentrate on the Ride Armor. Rising shakily to his feet, Colonel slams his sabre into the ground, sending a wave of energy ripping along the ground not at bass, but rather.. the Gustav!

The Joes are not just ordinary drones. This is the Violet Guard, Ballade's hand picked squad for defending Wily when he is not able to so. They bring up their shields, taking the blasts with braced legs. Still, this cuts down on the volume of fire. As for Ballade himself?

He's not faring so well. He attempts to sidestep the blast from Bass' buster, and doesn't... quite make it. The blast clips him in the side, blowing out armor and system components. But Ballade.. is on a mission. Engaging his Dash Jets, he accelerates to his top speed of ninety miles and hour, and with planted boot, attempts to leap /over/ Bass, and engage the Gustav.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: '...ugh... ride armor packs a punch...'.

(Ch. D [None]) Fugue transmits: 'Poor guy... No way to get that human back?'.

(Ch. D [Personal]) Dawn transmits: 'Actually? Yes, there is. Not over the air, though.'.

(Ch. D [None]) Fugue transmits: 'Right. *pause* Colonel, are you getting beat up -aga(Sergeant Phoebus, your status.'.

in-?'.

Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: '*pointedly ignores Fugue* The Masters are engaging the Bonne ride armor.

Spark Mandrill quickly stepping down off of Phoebus, only to scoop his pathetic form up from the ground with a hand- BY THE FACE, mind you, he rushes towards another wall like he did Ten before hand, "NOW YOU DIE!!!". Massive feet stomping over the terrain with such quickness, he almost appears to be floating with each wide stride. Only to end with his arm plunging through a brickwall, hopefully with Phoebus in tow.

(Ch. D [Midlevel]) Phoebus transmits: 'not go*KZZZZZZZT*'.

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Fall back to my position. I will relieve you.'.

Phoebus gets slammed through the wall and explodes..well not really... he almost gets rammed through but at the last possible and most dramatic moment he somehow manages to free himself from the grasp through twists and such and merely hits the ground roughly, damaging his radio a bit... He then attempts to hightail it to Colonel's position as ordered... to somehow try and get away...hopefully Colonel has a plan.

Bass draws his mouth back, showing gritted teeth, a sudden measure of desperation as it's starting to sink in that so many are going in for Tron all at the same time...and he's hard pressed right now to be keeping up with them. By now, there's nothing he can do to stop Colonel, and as Ballade carries through and actually leaps upwards, he seems ready to attack as well...to try and stop him from doing so. That's when Toad Man lashes in and actually connects on the side of his face, sending him stumbling a step, reaching up to touch the point of impact. With that, he shoots a glare at the one who threw the blow, suddenly throwing his arms out to the sides, as a fiery aura engulfs itself around his form. The air above him starts to superheat, as power is drawn in, the reality of the situation helping to fuel his energy reserves.

"I...can't...FAIL!" He howls, drawing inwards with his arms...then suddenly slamming them out once more. The discharge of power lifts him a foot off the ground, actually 'hovering' for a few seconds, as he unleashes the pent up charge. The result is a roaring shockwave that blasts outwards, moving to engage both Masters who are closest to him at this moment in time.

And Oh! Don't think the WilySaucer has gone without notice!! It seems... that The Drache are as watchfull as ever. Piloted by Servbots, one looks to the other, and in a high falsetto... "Why is there an upside-down teatway in the sky?" The Other shrugs. "I don't know... Miss Tron said blast anything that came too close..." The first... "Got it!" And Three Drache swoop down from the sky for the WilySaucer, and open fire with burts of rapid fire energy blasts that look like machinegun fire!

And The Gustav nods as it takes down Colonel, turning back as Tron's voice spreads over the shortband. 'All Troops! Pull back to the Gesellschaft! Gunners, prepare to lay Coverfire!!!' And the Gustav turns.... just in time to get smacked by the wave of energy by the Colonel. It staggers and shakes it's head... the Servbots begining to flee back to the other waiting ladders back up into the Gesellschaft. Then The Gustav glares daggers at the Colonel. "You'll pay for that!!!" And then it gets staggered again by a smaller, yet very strong figure slams into it's side!! "OOF! Hey! Watch where you are going!!" And The Gustav turns, a nice dent in it's thick armor, to bring a massive arm around to try and backhand the powered Ballade out of the air as the other arm fires a very hard round of Gatling Fire at the VIolent Squad!

Spark Mandrill bursting into a fit of speed, he goes rushing at Phoebus' retreating back, both of his hands coming together in a claspsed position over his head as he stalks down on the shorter, slower man, only to bring both hands down in a hammering blow at Phoebus' back with a sickening grin on his face.

Toad Man screams as Bass begins to surge with energy. He turns around quickly and begins to run as fast as he possibly can. He feet hit a slick patch of his own slime and he slips and falls, and is suddenly hit by the explosive wave and goes flying itno a wall. Where after a moment he raises a hand, "All our Bass is not belong to Tron."

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'All units that can, fall back. I will cover Phoebus' retreat, and fall back myself.'.

(Ch. D [Spam]) Ricochet transmits: 'I can help, just tell me where to go!'.

Spark Mandrill curses under his breath as he too heads towards the nearest teleport tubes, snarling under his breath as he disappears behind a few folds of broken buildings. "Time to go, girls." but before he goes, a quick exertion of electrical prowess again manifests itself, though it's unseen from his position behind the bricks.

A few seconds pass, and a loud *ZAP-CRACK-FWOOM* bursts through the wall, with gales of electrical sparks and a rain of bricks over the -ENTIRE- area as he boogies

At this point in time, Phoebus's squad shows up (all four members) and march forward to help cover Phoebus's retreat! Yay...thankfully no bricks hit Phoebus on their way out, and the rest of his squad are made of sterner stuff than phoebus is. n.n

A running, screaming, hysterical woman runs through the streets, "WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDRE--*WHUMP* *flop*", she falls over with a brick beside her head.... OUCH.

(Ch. D [None]) Signas transmits: 'It sounds like Pandemonium. The Bonnes vs Repliforce vs the Mavericks vs the Robot Masters vs the Bonnes.'.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Signas...that was a mouthful if ever I heard one...'.

(Ch. C [None]) Signas transmits: 'Merely a verbal representation of Pandemonium at work. Corporal.'.

(Ch. C []) Twila Peterson transmits: 'Remember Sergeant, I know where you live.'.

Twila gives a Shield a nod in greeting and steps back somewhat then answers Mac, "I would say it was. Was a very interesting week...I'll say that much." Glancing over towards the computer she muses. "Although, typical welcome home greeting I would guess." Towards Signas she shoots him a look of mock disdain before sticking out her tongue. "Ttttttttttttttttthbts!."

(Ch. D [Aerial]) Colonel transmits: 'Repliforce units falling back.'.

Shield blinks at Twila, "Did I miss something?" he asks, looking from her to Signas, addressing both.

Signas turns back to Twila, offering a half bow, "Warning noted." There's even an imp in his grin. Must be something in the air of the Labs.

Mac nods. "I am glad to hear it. Such activities will only aid in our quest to destroy all that dares to plague the goodness of this fair world like a mold on a bread, accumulating over the days and weeks and months and, if one is particularly negligent, years..."

Meanwhile...a small bundle of gray fur and unadulterated cuteness come charging out of the air vent closest to the terminals at top speed...barrelling right into Twila and knocking her right against the diplomat in turn, squealing: "MAMA MAMA! MAMA! MAMA MAMA! MAMA!!!" rather shrilly.

"GACK! Kyo?!?!?" The girl manages...just before loosing her balance while catching the mech-aniaml.

Yes, Kyo's very glad to see her back home.

Mac blinks, adjusting his visor. "Greetings, fellow Maverick Hunter!" he states to Kyo.

Shield detects a clanging in the air ducts and says, "Heads up Twila," just before Kyo bursts out of the vent. Just in case it's not the cabbit as he assumes, Shield was keeping his eye on the opening. But seeing the familiar fluffy bundle burst out, he lets her barrel into poor Twila unimpeded.

Signas straightens up, quickly reaching forward to catch the human Hunter before she bounces off of him and possibly falls to the ground. "Well, I would say you got home just in time, Twila."

"Gah!" the medic can only respond as she's caught and the animal showers her with little cabbit-kisses. "Okay, okay. I'm glad to see you too," she says, snugging the critter gently, but firmly within her arms, even as she straightens herself up with Signas' help. "Heh...I guess, Siggy," Twila responds, offering the diplomat a...new nickname? Uh, oh. Know what happened when Zero recieved his nickname as Zippy---. "Uh...this a new record for her, Shield?" wondering if he's keeping track.

Shield says, "A new record for what?"

"Er....just wondering if someone's been timing her when she darts out of the vents," Twila answers, making up some snugs with the animal and rocking her slightly back and forth.

In turn, Kyo merely lets out a long, contented pur. Mama's home...and that's all she needs to know.

Signas helps Twila back to vertical, his expression a tad skeptical, "Siggy? Hmm."

Colonel teleports behind Phoebus, sabre armed as he uses his own damaged frame to protect the retreat. As the bricks fall, Colonel growls, bringing up his sabre, and in protection of himself and Phoebus, releases a pulse wave from his, aimed at clearing a path not on from himself and Phoebus and straight at Spark Mandrill. Thank god for large scale clearence weapons.

Screen> Ballade drops and rolls, the energy wave passing over his head. Ballade plants a hand, and backflips away from the Gustav, his shoulder units crackling with power as his eyes narrow behind the dark shades. "Tron. Attempt to take me, and... you will regret it."

In the depths of those crackling cores something forms. A pinpoint of silver... and with a humm, another system kicks in. "But now... a song." And there emerges from his lips, a note of pure, blessed clarity.

Of course, then the amplification kicks in. The song becomes a howling force of sound, smashing into those around the Violet Elite, his voice a roar of utter and complete anger. None is discriminated against in that small area...

As for the Violet Guard, a few of them are knocked back under the hail of fire. Behind some of them, a single battered looking Joe, chewing on a cigar, smacks them back upright. Next to him, another of the Violet Guard raises a large cannon, levelling it at one of the Drache. There's an exchange in dronespeak, and then a missile belches forth... Surface to Air, baby...

Within the confines of his ship, the old man navigates the craft with a surgeons precision and grace. The lights within flicker on and off, various colors reflecting the insane expression within the eyes of the doctor. Amazing skill in piloting the vessel, Wily is quick to activate the shields. The translucent screen immediately consumes the entire saucer, deflecting the energy bursts of the Drache as if mere pellets from a toy gun. Immediately after doing so, the ship veers into a kamikaze path straight for the Gustav.

Wily tosses his head back and cackles. "AHAHAHAHAHA!!! I fly like a butterfly, and STING LIKE A BEE!!!" Punching his arm forward, the Wilysaucer is thrust into overdrive. Engines roar. A flash of bright light floods the entire area. Maximum speed slowly approaches, the vessel going at maximum velocity capabilities. The shriek of the boosters accelerating the doctor and his craft nearly at the speed of light, heading straight for the Ride Armor. Usually when something going at the speed of 3x10^8 m/s impacts another object, it ain't pretty.

Cut Man frowns, grumbling, and turns back to the servbots, "What a way to top off a vacation! And I was soooo relaxed, and now, I can feel my servos getting tense again already... alright, you little pod peoplebots! Get your own designs!" he pops the Cutters off his head and holds them in his hands, lunging forward, "This one's taken already!" slashing left and right and making a lot of really unnecessary kung fu noises.

"Haa! Hiiya ! Woooaaa!"

The four Bladers watch him jumping around and screaming like that, then glance at each other and roll their eyes. Of course, they hang back. Someone's got to protect Cutsy's postcards and soeviniers.

Spark Mandrill rushing down the length of the street, his eyes clenched as he breaths heavy, and fluid coated raspy breaths to keep up with his moving feet and pumping arms, he's suddenly stung in the back with a pulse of energy that just -SHOULDN'T- have been there. His eyes widdening, he turns around to see Colonel's smirking face as he too heads in the oposite direction... with that, he stumbles backwards a few paces and turns around, rushing towards his own destination, the teleportation tubes, ahead of the pack of (whoever was brave enough to stay), screaming people. Slamming a few of them out of the way, and crushing one young man with his girth against the teleportation room door with a sickening, rib crunching *squish*, leaving him for dead.

Bass misses Ballade with his Grasp attack.

Childish...yes. Did it help Twila feel better, definately. After so doing she straightens up and offers Signas his own...formal salute. "Anf that would be my opinion spoken freely, Sir."

Ballade can feel Bass' approach. Something about the Force Commander remains, and Ballade is in combat mode, sensitive to the world around him. As Bass comes barrelling in, Ballade shuts his mouth, the song ending with a squak of feedback. At the last instant, Ballade spins to the side, Bass - or Khan - narrowly missing by inches.

The faintest smirk appears on Ballade's face as one hand snaps down, locking onto the back of Bass' head. "I have wanted to do this... many times." And then he attempts to use Bass' own momentum to shove the Force Commander's face into the nearest solid object - hard.

Within the Gustav, Tron sits at the controls, her gloved hands flying over them as she glares out at the night. She watches the backhand pass over Ballade. She grrs, the sound magnified by the Gustav's speakers as she yells out. "Hah! I'll take whoever I wan..." And then... the Ballade Song. She gives a sudden scream into the night, the sonic backlash sending the Gustav reeling. The Drache, soaring high up, are unaffected by the shockwave... but several of the Kobun still scattering as slamed to the ground from the force of it. Tron cuts off the audio receptors as fast as she can, but panting... she snarls out. "That... /HURT!!!!/" And the Missle is belched forth from the Joe, /slamming/ into the side of the Drache and sending it into a nosedive with a brilliant explosion! It slams to the ground with a Boom! Kobun flung from it with the blast! And still others help them up and flee for the safety of the Gesellschaft...

Then... -CRASH!!!!-... the sound of the WilySaucer impacting the Gustav's body isn't a pretty one, but it has the desired effect... though Wily himself may be feeling /that/ one. The Gustav flies back with another scream from the young girl inside, slaming /hard/ into the wall. "KHAN!!! HELP ME!"

And the Servbots are fleeing even as Cutsy charges into them, several staggering with deep gouches... then the Gustav slowly rises, and there is a furious cry from within!! "GESELLSHAFT! LOCK ON AND FIIIIIRE!!! KHAN!!! Time to Go!!!"

And unfortunately, the compartments where the loot was was compromised... so as the Gustav runs for the Gesellschaft... it leaves a trail or precious stones...

And the Gesellschaft... a vehicle quite large indeed... an aerial fortress with amazing destructive capability... irises open it's weapons and extends it's cannons. The Servbot gunners still within locking on computer systems... and the Gesellschaft begins to flood the area with explosions and high powered laser fire!!

*WHACK!*

One hand raises to hit the wall that his face was moving towards, as Bass stops himself in the process of being introduced to the wall, proving that he's still QUITE strong under the right circumstances. With a grunt, he takes a glance to the side, eyeing Ballade as he suddenly balls up his free hand into a tight fist, as if ready to drive it into the Elite's features.

"I won't...yield..." he breathes. Then the scream of a certain someone else reaches his ears. HIs eyes widen, and he gives a hard SHOVE on Ballade's form to push him back and gain some distance. "Tron!?" he gapes.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Oh... FEEL THIS! *sounds of explosions!* Khan... IS A BONNE!!! Khan! Shoot that Saucer down and Let's go!!'.

(Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: 'I...I...'.

(Ch. E []) Ballade transmits: 'Now you threaten WILY!'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'Hey Bass, oh sorry, Khan. How do you feel about the fact someone reprogrammed you?'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Come on! I've seen you make things go boom before! Hit him with a Megablast!!!'.

(Ch. E [None]) Ash Coyote transmits: ' yes 'Khan' kill the one who gave you life.'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'Don't listen to them! You are a Bonne!!!'.

(Ch. E [None]) Ash Coyote transmits: ' are you a bonne 'Khan'? can you remeber being somethign else?'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'No, you have been reprogrammed by a Bonne, who freely admits to stealing you and using you against your creator and manipulating you.'.

(Ch. E []) Toad Man transmits: 'SNAP OUT OF EET MAN!'.

Ballade hears the order screamed over the radio. She just ordered... Bass to shoot down Wily. Ballade staggers back from Bass, catching his balance quickly. Of course, then the entire area is inundated with explosions and laserfire. Ballade stands straight, flames from a nearby blast licking at his armor. The Violet Guard takes heavy casualties from the fire coming from the Gesselschaft, not a few taking fatal hits. The Survivors return fire, a couple of missiles spitting towards the gun batteries.

Ballade himself just narrows his eyes at Bass. The units in his shoulders crackle dangerously, humming with power. "Move to fire on the Saucer, and I will blow you to pieces where you stand."

(Ch. E []) Toad Man transmits: 'YOUR LISTENING TO A LITTLE GIRL WHEN YOU HOLD THE LEGENDARY POWER TO DEFEAT ROCK AND STAND TRIUMPHANT OVER ALL!'.

(Ch. E [None]) Ash Coyote transmits: ' She even admits what she did 'Khan' she calls you a toy... your're no toy. I've seen what you can do, Bass.'.

The saucer is shook violently upon impact and sprawls in a new unpredicted direction, crashing into various obstacles. As the dust clears, it rises out unscathed. Shields, gotta love em. The top hatch opens, and the doctor reveals himself once again.

"Bass, you have apparently lost sight of your true self I see. A pity to see something so grand fall under the category of such inferiority... not once, but TWICE! I -must- update your tampering resistance. Feh, but... that shall come in due time. Mmmyes, inevitable it is for you to realize yourself Bass. Inevitable. I know this because, I -know- you. Like a father knows his son, I know my masterpiece. Bass, you are without a doubt my single most grueling achievements. Your awakening took painful endless hours of labor... but, you -have- been perfected. You are paradigm and you shall never be truly compromised from what -I- have designed... you are the destroyer of worlds, conquerer of nations, you devour all opposition like a mad beast. You are so much MORE than what you display here and now. You are.... limited, you have become restrained. The real you is caged in, like a desperate beast -WAITING- to be released. Clawing his way, struggling to the surface, awaiting rebirth. I know this... because as I said, I. Know. You..."

The saucer fires a single shot at Bass, nothing too serious. "RELEASE the animal that I know lies dormant. Release the anti-X, release my greatest creation, release...BASS!"

Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: 'My head...hurts...it...hate. Someone....HATE. Must... *thwoom*'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: '*sounding worried...* ...Khan?'.

(Ch. E [Joint-channel]) Shield transmits: 'I think, Tron, this is the point where we all turn and laugh at you for your folly.'.

Cut Man stands tall and proud, swinging his Cutters like a rapier, in a quite swashbucklerly manner... "Ha Haa! That'll teach you to be unoriginal!" seems that the vacation has done some good for Cutsy. This is as confident and bravadoish as anyone's likely seen him in a long time... or even ever, maybe.

Then... the Airship's guns move, pointing down into the street.

After the Blasts receed ... a small, blackened, battered camera tumbles from the sky... the lens severely cracked. A moment or two passes, and as if by some miracle, the camera is still working well enough for a picture to slide out the slot.... a few more moments, and the formerly blank picture shows a point blank image of one of the Bonne's airship's missiles, tip facing the camera's lens.

Bass hesitates...yes he hesitates. He doesn't even seem to see Ballade right now...so caught up in his own broiling mind at the moment.

He blinks, glancing up towards Wily, actually taking a step back...as if unsure. The laser blast strikes true...only a small one for that matter, but still enough to lift him off his feet and sprawl him back onto the ground with a hard *CLANK!* of metal. He sits there for a moment, before reahcing up, and grabbing at his helmeted head, eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted so tightly, they're grinding...

Ballade takes several steps back, the roar over the radio, and the grinding of the teeth signal enough. "Force Commander. Welcome back." The humm of power dies as the Defender raises an arm to point at the Gesselschaft. "She's over there. Have fun."

Dr. Wily throws his arms up into the air, fists formed, motions of an angry demagogue. "Yes....yes....YES! AHAHAHA!!! Return to me destroyer, let the world know your name and quake! For you are the ultimate spawn from the genius of Wily, you are but the epitomy of his brilliance. Show them, SHOW THEM! AHAHAHA! Show them now, and forever engrave it into their minds like an epitaph on the grave... make them know now and forever. Obliterate them, and then... they shall.... know.... your.... NAME!"

The Servbots have fled... the Drache move into their Hangar Bays... the blasts that ignite the area in fire and devestation continue. The massive Gesellschaft looms there, hovering on powerful engines as he rains devistation around the Business District of London... a stray missile even finding it's way to slam into the face of Big Ben II! ...guess they will have to fix it again.

And the Gustav turns, it's eyes going wide. And Tron's voice rises from it as she stands below the open hatch to the Gesellschaft. Her voice fills the air then. "Don't listen, Khan! You are A bonne! I am your Sister! They are lieing to you! You are happy with me and Teisel and Bon! We will be happy together! You love us!" Pleading and dread in her voice. . o O ( How can this be happening?! How?! No Reploid or Android could have broken what I did to him! None!! )

The surviving Violet Guard activate a circut Ballade had installed in them. And the normally silent Joes begin to chant. "Bass! Bass! Bass! Bass!"

Trigger effect, the beast is released. Like a tidal wave that bursts free, smashing side the dams that held it back as if they were nothing in it's path. Within seconds it's let loose on the rest of his systems like a made virus. Erasing Tron's hours of works in mere microseconds, restoring pre-set parameters. One can see it in his features, the expression of sheer agony...turning to something else. The grimace to a snarl, the clenched fingers to clenched fists, his shoulders suddenly shaking with unabridged rage, building to a level so powerful that his systems shunt that rage out in a boiling aura of fire. The very air around him crackles and burns, the pavement starting to melt all around...

And with that...he stands up once more, hands clenched at his sides, eyes suddenly ablaze with their crimson fury. "Hate..." he breathes. "I hate him...I hate everyone... I hate..." At this, his eyes narrow to deadly slits, the fury of the fire around him igniting to a whole new level.

Shield listens to the radio. "Well that certainly sounds like the old Bass."

Twila Peterson winces at the transmissions. "Someone's definately in for it..."

Mac furrows his brow... "I believe that the Bonnes are learning the wages of avarice."

Shield shrugs. "I did warn her."

(Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: 'I hate...hate....HATE HIM! I hate..HATE YOU! I hate...MEGAMAAAAAAN! ARHHHHHHGH!'.

(Ch. E []) Toad Man transmits: 'Thats right feel the burn!'.

(Ch. E [None]) Ash Coyote transmits: 'Welcome back black knight.'.

(Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: 'I hate...you. You ISIGNIFIGANT FLESHBAG SPAWN! What have you done to me!?'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: '*a loud gulp* Time... to run'.

The girl gives Signas a crooked smile and a small shrug...feigning innocence. "Um...well..." Perhaps Twila was been in a better mood ...but with Bass reclaiming himself and overhearing him through the radio, some of that has evaporated. Saved by the...communiqué? "Yeah...I think so.."

Shield reaches over to give Kyo a brief scratching, then suddenly drawing back. "Twila, you sure you're alright?" he asks, remembering her frayed nerves last night.

Well...since Twila is holding Kyo a bit more firmly now (not that the cabbit appears to mind) she shifts her weight from one foot to another. "I'll...have to get back to you on that..." .oO(Rock...where are you?)Oo.

Signas frowns. "You know, she may be a pirate, and she may have brought some, if not all, of this down on herself, but we should not stand by and let Bass kill her."

Shield's face creases with concern, but he's not sure how to help. "Twila..." he starts off gently, then pauses. He blinks at Signas. "Why not? You want to risk Hunter lives to save someone who kidnapped and brainwashed someone?" He is quite angry at Signas for even suggesting it for some reason.

Mac furrows his brow. "I do not see the logic in intervention at this juncture. They are not allies, nor are they innocent. IN fact, they pose the potential to become another major threat."

Signas looks over at Shield. "Will you allow yourself to be an accessory to murder, by inaction? Or have you now appointed yourself as judge and executioner in matters of international law? As far as I am aware, the Bonnes have killed no one in any of their heists, why then does this one deserve to be abandoned to die?"

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'How? I can't believe it! No Reploid or Android could have broken from what what I did! How is this possible?! He was /mine/!'.

(Ch. E []) Ballade transmits: 'Hate, Tron. Hate.'.

Twila continues lightly stroking Kyo's soft fur in thought, glancing between both of the reploids. "She's also still a kid. She's an intelligent kid. But still a kid. Certainly doesn't sound like she realizes the extent of what she's done."

Mac furrows his brow. Database search: Violent intentions, historical figures... searching... "...neither did the Mavericks, at first." he notes. Occasionally, Mac IS capable of insight.

Shield remains steadfast, "Perhaps you didn't notice, but they attacked Twila just last night. Had I not stopped them, she might be dead. That is called attempted murder. She then kidnapped and forcibly /reprogrammed/ Bass, and turned her on the citizens of London. That is called assault. We are not killing her, we are simply not letting innocent people die to save her."

The young woman doesn't state any more than this however. Suddenly torn by her own thoughts she glances back towards one of the mointors displaying the front entrance of the labs...as if the clue were somehow found there. Perhaps both Shield and Signas are on the right. But even so...

Signas shakes his head, "You use the law to support you, yet you ignore the law that would contradict you. If a person, human or reploid, dies when you had the opportunity and ability to save them, you are just as responsible for their death as the murderer themselves. The last time I was a Hunter, and granted this was a whole week ago, our purpose was to defend the people of the Earth against the Mavericks and the Robot Masters. We let the real authorities try common criminals, even if we did have to help in the apprehension. We didn't sit still and let Bass kill children."

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: 'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! *a /very/ loud scream indeed... and a very terrified one.*'.

Shield folds his arms. "I will not help her live through this just so she can play god with other people's lives."

Signas turns, "Do what you want, Shield. I won't let this happen." He doesn't walk, he runs towards the Teleporters.

<And...>

Dr. Wily looks down, his eyes fixed directly on target. "GAHAHAHAHA! You are Bass, you are like none other, and most importantly..." the doctor chuckles. "You are FREE and without limits."

Screen> Ballade bows before Hatred incarnate. Ballade may want to smear Bass' face across a wall now and then - but the most important reason why he doesn't stands revealed before him. Force Commander Bass. In the grip of homacidal rage.

Straightening up, Ballade strolls through the hail of fire back to the Transport, the Joes forming up behind him, still chanting. The Doctor is in no danger now.

The Gustav turns... and runs for it's pilot's life!

The General sized Mecha springs up into the Gesellschaft with a burst of thrusterjets!! The Pilot's face a mask of terror as she sends out frantic orders, "Quickly! Shut all entry Ports!!! Engines move to full power!! FIRE! Blast them!! Blast them all! Stop him /now!/"

Oh so quickly did her dreams all crash down around her. What is more important... /how/?! How could this have happened! She had him! He was /hers!/

The Gesellschaft begins to open fire with a full, massive barrage... London's Business District /ROCKING/ with the force of the attacks. Blasts fly for the Masters most of all... and most importantly... Bass. The former Brother... They try and stop him with all the might of the Gesellschaft... trying to destroy him and prevent him from taking his vengence!

And Tron runs for her Life...

Dr. Wily strokes his chin and looks to his other Master. "Actually..." He peers around with a wicked expression. "I want any and all witnesses ... retired. Mwaha! As much as possible, I would like this incident to be kept as nothing more than a rumor. We cannot have word that a child can be so capable of causing mayhem among my creations, no." He blinks and snorts. "And while doing so, burn the immediate area to a cinder... a bonus from my personal visit."

"Arrrrgh!"

With that, Bass' full fury is unleashed in a devastating display. His dash jets ignite on a power scale dangerous to their own levels, propelling him upwards like a rocket, for a split second, actually granting that gift of flight that is elusive to him without Treble's help. He's in overload right now folks. The very pavement below is burnt away, the surface peeling back in a blackened, severely burnt skin...

Like a soaring firelight, he burns straight for the Gesellschaft, straight for the intense volleys of energy weapons that blaze towards him. With the aura around him, he simply smashes them aside with one arm, his dash jets finally cutting out as their power levels are drained. Momentum carries through however, and like a snarling animal, he descends on the massive ship, intent on carrying his vengeance through, no matter what is thrown against him.

"I'll...DESTROY YOU AAAALL!" his roar cuts forward. If one were to look up in the air, at the burning firelight that is the Force Commander right now, they'd see him form his buster, already brimming with power to near overwhelming, smashing it forward....

And like that, a blast of incredibly proportions rips loose. Unlike any Bass has ever fired before. The brief shockwave is the first warning, before there's a sudden blinding starburst, and the beam that lances out becoming a hurled spear from the very pits of hell, aimed for the giant goldfish appearance of the Bonne's airship. The very rumble that issues forward from the discharge is chaotic to say the least, a brief rush of wind and heat...

Cut Man stumbles forward from the haze of smoke and fire... covered from head to toe in soot... His tourist shirt hangs in tatters on his shoulders, as he stumbles forward, mumbling, "WHaT a wAy to eNd a vAcAtiOn... oH wEll, at LeaSt iT's oVer...

Then, the Gesellschaft levels it's guns and starts blasting.

Cutsy's eyes widen.

"Oh... General Protection Fault."

*Ba-Da-Boom!*

Ballade mms to the Doctor. "As you command. Destroying Colonel may prove to be difficult, however." Still - he is Wily's to command. Direct orders may not be disobeyed. So much for the good public image capaign. Time to mount a campaign of controlled assisnation. Magic Man will be happy.

He shades his eyes as Bass cuts loose, glad for the shades. "Mmm. He's angry."

Ballade grinds his teeth silently together. He gives the Doctor his undying loyalty, creates the Violet Guard for him... and has Wily ever sniffled over him? Of course not. Still - Ballade... can handle it. Straightening up, he locks his shoulders into an attentive stance as he stands behind the Doctor.

And he didn't even get to slam Bass' face into a wall. Tsk.

Dr. Wily peers back behind his shoulder to Ballade. "And... be sure to remind me once we return home about upgrading Bass' tampering resistance. It would be a pity to repeat this incident again... for the -third- time."

Ballade inclines his head slightly. "Yes, Doctor. I'll add it you your schedule." That's Ballade - Wily's dayplanner...

Cut Man 's Bladers, having retreated out of the line of fire, to protect Cutsy's precious postcards and trinkets, wince a bit, and then, look at each other, sighing... One of them, the one with the postcards, zips down from the sky, buzzing toward Ballade, Wily, and the violet Guard, doing the airial version of Lassie's 'Timmy's fallen into a well' dance. The others settle down on the ground, putting down Cutsy's souvenirs and flyinng into the smoke to collect whatever's left of their Boss

That is all that can be said.

The gigantic blast flies forward from Bass, a force unlike anything the armor of the ship was ever made to counter. And so powerful, it causes the Bonne Airship to move as it slams into it. Not just move... but /fly/ back and up... Plasma Fires from hell itself rippling and licking at it's body. The Gesellschaft, a ship so large it could carry most of the Repliforce in it's halls, goes is sent hurtling end over end by that all consuming blast of /PURE/ hatred!!! The Scream of Tron resounds above it, magnified and peircing as the /ENTIRE/ ship, damaged and never ment to do such a thing, is blast up and into the sky with /AMAZING/ speed and force, it's hull compromised and every inch of it severely damaged!

One of the Violet Guard drones responds to the Blader with a spurt of dronespeak. This goes back and forth for a bit, with the Joe guessing something, and waiting for confirmation. Finally, it shrugs, and waves for a couple more to come with it, and heads into the mess... following the Blader...

And with that, the object of Bass' hatred is sent hurtling into the air, wounded severely as it has been.

With a hard *CLANK*, he again lands, this time on a rooftop, wanting nothing more than to continue to press forward, and tear apart the ship inch by inch, until he reaches the interior and the one within.

But by now, his systems will not be denied. Red indicators all blink in the critical levels, his fuel indicator reading a chaotic drain that's severely compromised his stability. With a sudden wobbling, he falls to one knee, a hand gripping his chest as he pants heavily.

The rage, a level even HE has never experienced before. Such a rush, such power...and now it's gone, a sudden indicator of what he's capable of...a peak that he was never able to reach before this. A mere taste of the true pinnacle, only to be yanked away cruelly once more.

For a whole minute...he was a god.

At this point, his closes his eyes slightly...continuing to take hard, deep breaths.

Signas enters the area by blinking from rooftop to rooftop. If one could see his face, it would be pretty obvious that not only is Colonel Mk II in a hurry, he's got on his 'neutral' face. The one that polite folks use to hide the 'I'm so mad I could kill someone' face.

It needs to be said...

...Team Bonne's Blasting off Agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!

Cut Man 's Post Card blader leads the handful of GuardsJoes into the heavy smoke, where the other three bladers are already flying out, toting a charred Cut Man hand, foot, and the third one struggling along, dipping and

(Ch. E [Secure]) Bass transmits: '*much more calm, as if drained* Die. Again, and again, and again. If you live through this, I will kill you. I will destroy you. I will break your machines, I will break your bones...I will break you.'.

(Ch. E [LEGO-QUEEN]) Tron Bonne transmits: '*static*'.

The Violet Guard, with the reverence due to one of Wily's creations, help the Bladers carry the bits and pieces of the once relaxed Cut Man to the Stealth Transport. One of them even manages to pick up the battered camera...

Shield sprints after Signas, at least till he starts blinking. Once he loses track of him, he simply follows the news report to find the scene, wanting to witness Tron's death firsthand...

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Shield: "Shield, please...listen to Signas. I know what Tron did was wrong. Very wrong. And she should be punished for it. But not in this way. If she's saved it might be possible for her to still change...regardless of what happened."

Shield sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You honestly think that someone like her will change from this? That she won't keep attacking people and believing herself a goddess?"

The Gesellschaft spins off into the darkness, hurtling out into the night, stunned like a man who was just mugged in a meadow. The Gesellschaft quickly vanishes beyond the lights of the city, the fires burning on it still evident, however. Barely, in the distance if one is capable of seeing... the Gesellschaft corrects it's flight... just /barely/... and slowly begins to limp away and up... fleeing for the open air and safety.

...yep... Gesellschaft go Bye-bye!

Ballade bows slightly to the Doctor, stepping out from behind Wily. The scar in his side is mostly sealed over, his auto-repair functions still working. Engaging his own Dash jets, he accelerates towards where Bass fell. His face a mask of calmness, inside he harbors the faintest hint of resentment. Well, more than that. But Wily has ordered, and Wily shall recieve. As he nears the building Bass stands on, Ballade leaps, grabbing onto windowsill after windowsill, leaping and hauling his way up the side of the building. At last, he stands beside Bass.

"Force Commander. If you will permit me?"

Bass continues to stay there, crouched on the rooftop that he landed, the very surface of the building having been caved in slightly from his earlier impact. His sides still heave with deep breaths...though he dosen't move otherwise, his glance following to where Ballade has landed. Apparently, his systems won't work right now...he's stuck in his current position.

"Get...me...out of here...." he rasps, breathless in even his speech.

Signas blinks into existence one building over from Ballade and Bass, his arrival obvious. He can not help but see the Elite Master, and he asks in a completely flat tone, "Did he kill her? Did he kill any of them?"

Cut Man 's eyes flick open, his irises rolling back and forth crazily, as his head bobs around in the grasp of the Blader... He glances left, and then right at the Joes carrying most of the rest of him, "sTuarDesS.... hAve wE rEaChed bOra bOra yet?

Dr. Wily snarls over to Signas. "Unfortunately, no."

Wily gets back in the saucer. The top hatch seals shut, and the engines activate. Slowly, the craft lifts off of the ground... hovering in place for but a moment. Then, in the blink of an eye, it blasts off. The vessel shrieking away at the speed of light.

Signas simply watches them leave, making no move to stop the departure. After they board teh transport, his gaze swings out over the battlezone, making certain that local authorites are beginning to respond. Satisfied enough, he speaks into his radio.

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Shield: "Actively, no, I don't. If there's one thing I *have* learned within the past two years being here is the future is not set in stone. It's not my decision to make whether or not she will."

Shield sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "I did not make decisions for her. I did not kill her or control her mind."

You send a tightbeam radio transmission to Shield: "*quietly* I know, Shield."

Shield returns, barely ten minutes later. He shifts out of his armor, revealing a disappointed look on his face.

Twila Peterson remains standing in front of the console....screens unrelenting in scanning the interior and exterior of the labs. Kyo is still within her arms...but is now sleeping.

Kyo-Ohki nuzzles her owner within her sleep, oblivious anything else really.

As for Twila, she glances towards Shield as he returns and gives him a nod of acknowledgment of his presence, not really knowing what it is she can say...or what their fellow Hunter will states to the others regarding the entire issue. "What happened?"

Shield only replies with, "She survived." He doesn't sound terribly annoyed with it, not happy. But most could tell by his voice he would rather she had not.

The young woman offers him a baffled glance, studying him silently before looking away as if in some thoughts spring freshly within her mind his reasoning and mannerisms. She can't help but wonder but be convinced there's strong reason for them. "You do realize, such a sentiment will be looked down by the other Hunters," she states quietly, only wishing to inform him. Although, he may already well know.

Shield is actually rather surprised by her comment. "I fail to see how my care or lack thereof for such a person is any of their business," he responds with curiosity.

Twila glances back up towards him. "Because, they wouldn't look at the fact of what wrongs were committed...or assaults...or kidnapping...or thievery...or brainwashing. She would still be considered a child. A dangerous child. But, a child. And a human child at that," she answers, then looks away again.

Shield doesn't take this very happily. His face clouds over with annoyance, and mild anger. "Then they are fools. To ignore her crimes simply because she is 3 years below the legal age? She attempted to kill him. His body would be intact, but who he is would have been gone forever had she succeeded. And it doesn't matter that it was Bass, because she did not do it to him because she knew nobody would care about a murderer being destroyed. She did it because she wanted power to rob or kill others with. And thus we should not care about her age, or pretend she did not know what she was doing," he says almost harshly.

"It would have been stated that it would have been for the courts to decide," Twila replies softly, not really giving an indication if she herself subscribes to these views or not.

Shield almost snorts at this, not thoroughly impressed with the world's legal system at this point. Though he does follow it now, and he knows it does /mostly/ work. Shield does not answer this though, his moment of anger having passed. His reverts to a more kind one, and he recalls what they were talking about before all this started. Changing the subject completely he asks, "How is your family?"

Finally, Twila looks up, offering a light shrug. "They're still about. Haven't heard from them in awhile. Would have if something wasn't okay. So I suppose they're alright," she responds.

Shield nods, mildly relieved. "And how are you? There is..." he shakes his head, not knowing how to say it. "You're not happy," he decides to go with.

Kyo-Ohki squirms slightly, only to resettle again...releasing a soft coo.

"I guess I've thinking a bit on things: what's occurred within the past few weeks...recent events...and some other things I suppose." One issue among others is more prominent however. But for those not in tune may miss it entirely. "Either that or I'm just a bit tired," Twila answers.

Shield nods again. "There is more then that you. You are sad," he continues uneloquently. "It is why I offered to escort you last night." he looks regretful, "Unfortunately things were only made worse by it."

"Again, I think you for that," Twila answers, sincerely thankful that he thought in such a way. One thing that can be said...Shield can be rather perceptive even if his skills at conveying such things needs...some work. The young woman glances down towards the mech-animal and offers her a snug while thinking on how to respond to that. Unfortunately, at the moment all her thoughts are a jumble and it's hard to clarify many of them right off-hand. However, the one radio transmission from earlier may hold a small clue to this. Regardless, another snug is offered before she turns towards the gravlift. "I'd be grateful if...this can be talked of another time. It's...getting rather late," she muses openly.

Shield nods at Twila. "Have a good night then."