Battledog

"SHAN!"
Gismo's heart stopped as he watched the diminutive red-head's body get thrown to the ground by the exploding concussion grenade. With a thought, he activated his armor's built-in peumatics and leaped upto the platform. He threw down every available trick and trap he had to create a defensive perimeter around the fallen officer. He pulled his pistols, the heavy compensators, and started the lay a cover of defensive fire. The rest of team joined him seconds later. The big, burly Magmauler shielding Will and Shan from the return fire of the Council members they were fighting, while the newbie Midnight Ace joined beside him. The lupine K-9 Evolved ran on all fours to quickly pounce on the Council officer drawing a bead on the unaware Gismo. A flash of bright light announced the arrival of the team's Peacebringer, Gleaming Sentinel, as he blasted the ranks of soldiers. The team bought time as Gismo worked to revive their fallen comrade. Will worked feverishly to no avail, Shenaniguns would not open her eyes. He cradled her petite body in his arms.
"NOOOOO!"
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Will woke with a start and sat bolt-upright in bed. Moonlight streamed through the bedroom window bathing the room in pale light. His breath came in gasps, his eyes wide in terror. As he became aware of his surroundings, his body calmed down.
"Another nightmare." he thought to himself.
He wiped a hand over his sweat-covered face and then rose to put on a pair of pants. He went the kitchen of his small apartment and poured himself a glass of water. He drank it down and placed the empty glass in the sink.
"This one is the worst." he thought to himself, "Even worse than the one where I have to shoot Magmauler to stop him from rampaging through the city."
That one was bad too, as was the one about Drew being ripped apart by Nictus. Losing friends seemed to be the theme of all his nightmares of late. And everyone of them seemed so real, as if the future was trying to tell him something.
Will glance at his watch.
4:13
"Too late to go back to bed. Might as well get an early start on my workout." he said to himself as he made his way to his excercise equipment in the spare bedroom.

Hi, my favorite, Sack-thingy!
*gives Fedor a big sloppy doggeh-lick*

*bounds in a grabs a bowl of green beer."

"Happy St. Paddy's Day, all!"

Is it bad that I've had the Pogues version of "Wild Rover" going through my head since I woke up this morning?

Sure, why not. Sounds like a blast!

*bounds in trying to look all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed but runs into a wall*

Morning, Puppeh and Sheckster.

What's with the furry donuts and *bleh* Tiger's milk?

*joins Shecky at the coffee pot*

This is just wrong. It's Charlie Sheen wrong.

((Why do I have radio drama sound effects and a view of an evil-eyed gopher going through my head? What an interesting development! Nice work, Starflier.))

*Ring-ring*
*Ring-ring*
"Hello?"
"Hi Bosslady, it's Giz."
"Oh...Hi Giz."
"I'm just calling to say we are now even."
"Wha? Even? What the ... are you talking about?"
"You got me back for not bailing you out of the shindig."
"And how did I do that?"
"By sending me to that quack with the 2 big, burly nurses."
The phone explodes into laughter.
"It's not funny, Shan. I got a prostate exam by a guy as big as Mags. I couldn't sit for 2 days."
The laughter continues.
" I feel ...violated."
" You big baby! Pull yourself together, man. We got work tonight."
"Roge-o, Bosslady."
*click*
Will looked at his phone a minute, then turned to his workbench. He waved his hand and activated his inate ability. His armor chestpiece rose up and broke into its component parts, lying themselves neatly on the workspace. Will took a close look at one of the pieces and molded the scratches and pock-marks that the Crey security guards put in it.
"Maybe I am a big baby." he mused, "Give floating eyeballs and delusial scientists over an annual physical anyday."
"At least, Firebase Zulu medics never ******-probed me."

((See you guys tonight.))

I'll come. As with Beorn, I would like to do it once.
Can bring either Gismo lvl 45 Traps/DP Defender or Sandpile DM/DA scrapper. Team's choice.

A member of the illustrious K-9 unit!
That would be great. We could use the help finding all the explosives and drugs we seem to be hunting.
On a side-note, hoping to run Gismo through the Sister P TF this weekend. Should we make it group thing? ((I'm just trying to get the badge while lots of people are running it.))

Gizmo looked at his phone as if it betrayed him. He really didn't need to hear anymore about his mother and his commanding officer's get-together. He had already had a full after-action report, that was immediately followed by the Question. the same Question he got from his mother everytime she met one of his female friends.
"So are you two dating?"
Arrrghhh!
Why can't a guy have a female friend and not be dating them. Besides, she is his boss. His mother just couldn't see reason.
"Your 27. Time is running out, son." echoed through his brain.
Gismo place his phone on the table and picked up the partially diassembled Match Compensator and continued his cleaning.
"Shan's out with the Chief, Drew's is away doing some peacebringer stuff with Sunstorm. Mags should be here tonight. Hopefully, the rest of the team will show up tonight or we are going to be alittle short on personnel."
He assembled the heavy pistol and did a quick check on the trigger.
"Perfect."
He waved his hand over the other pistol. It rose from the table, broke into its component parts, and floated down onto the spread cloth on the table. Picking up the barrel, Gismo started cleaning again, desparately trying not to think about his pretty boss in a cocktail dress.

((I remembered Mouse. Drew is away as well. We see what trouble we can get into tonight...maybe try and get are friend Mags the Handsome badge, just for kicks.))

*floats into the Rookery as he follows his nose.*
"Double cheese and bacon, please."
I like my za to stop my heart.

Hi Soundwave and all that follow.

Hi Kay!
*woofs down a cookie*
"Ahhhh...I remember these...as good as always."
"Please join us."

Bah!
Haz yerself a nice snow day!
Schools cancelled here but I'm at work.
We only got 1/4 of the predicted snowfall and you would think it was the end of the world.

**Double post, oops!**

Let's see...
Praetoria brute 14-28
Praetoria blaster 4-21
Soldier 1-14
and made a level(44) with my scrapper on my static team to start the weekend off.
I'm happy.

"Aye-aye, sir"
*closes hie eyes and fires his phasum at the spooky alien-becky menace."
"I don't want to see how this turns out."

Gulp!

"But that's dangerous. I'm not cut out for danger, especially against Romu...whatevers."

*jumps through the portal*
"Crewman Battledog, reporting as ordered!"
*looks down at himself*
"Gah! How did this red shirt get on me?!?"

Hiyas all!!

Boo! Hiss!

Like green beer, mint-chocalate chip ice cream, and Shamrock shakes!!

Groovy!

It was fun last night.
Thanks for joining us, Omegahealer!
Hope to see you next week.

Sorry, Guys. I won't be able to make it tonight. Work is crazy right now.
Happy Holidays to you all and I should be on next week. I have the week off, thank the appropiate religious figurehead.

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Wow! Just wow!
That was some good writing guys. It's going to be hard not to have Gismo react. He does take it personally if some goes down. Heá alittle over-protective some times.

Sorry, guys.
I will not be able to make it on tonight. The work demon has raised its head and is presently slamming me about the head and torso.
Have fun fighting crime and I hope to see most of you on Thurs.