Khellendrosiic

OOC: Geez, if you want something on him that badly, lets say he's into loli. And if you don't know what that is, you are a blessed, blessed being.

[Classified UN Personnel File ((With a few extra tidbits -ed))

Subject: Donald Remsfield Scott

Rank: Bomb Inspector, class A

Height: 5' 8"

Weight: 196 lbs.

Eyes: Brown

Hair: Brown, greying at temples

Age: 45

Marital Status: Single, girlfriend in London, name currently unknown

Defensive Training: Subject is proficient in use of all handguns, including laser pistols and fletchette guns. Proficient in close combat and is an expert at knife combat. Typically carries a heavy combat knife and a revolver.

Additional Information: Subject formerly a member of the US Marines. Retired ten years ago at the rank of Gunnery Sergeant.

Ed's Notes: A typical UN grunt with a bit of frilling. Some reports I've found indicate that he can think on his feet and isn't shy about causing friendly casualties to get the job done. Take this sucker out at range and its a done deal.

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OOC: Hope you're ok with me adding in the Editor. Just felt kind of, right, for this situation.

OOC: What were Guardians of Russia doing in ROme?

OOC: I think he's wondered about the 'Guardians of Russia'.

"*krrzzzzt* Thank you for the compliment, Snikka, but this is not armor. This is my skin," Tech-Alien said as he shook Snikker's hand.

"Is there somewhere else to be here *krrzzzzt*?" the brute asked, his head titled quizically.

Looking around, the brute shoved his hand out toward Snikker.

"I am called Tech-Alien. *brrzt* -ery nice to meet you," Tech said.

The next student to exit the landing craft made the ramp creak a bit under his, or maybe its, weight.

Bits of red electricity coruscated up and down the seven foot tall brute's body. The trouble the ramp was having was quickly identified to its protest at having the student's metal filled body walking down it.

"*bbrrzzzzt, krrzzzzt, zzzzzrt*?" he crackled at the small dog person and then shook his elongated, eyeless head.

"Are you ok there?" he finally got out, his voice deep but with an underlying crackle of stale electronics.

When the dog girl answered with an emphatic but sarcastic nod, the brute nodded and looked around. Stepping its giant mechanical hooves onto solid ground, the electricity that had been crackling on him channeled down into the ground as he became grounded. His thick, white banded arms tapped the Cyclops-esque visor that covered his eyes and then he looked up at the people surveying the new arrivals.

"This shall be interesting," he said as a bit of electricity suddenly lanced away from his spiked shoulder pads and arced into the ground.

This unexpected discharge caused him to jump in surprise a little bit and worridly slap a hand over the offending piece of armor.

OOC: *starts playing Mission Impossible music*

OOC: All you did was lob a phosphorus grenade into the fight. You didn't say where and actually, I had said that the chase had gone out of Carlos' range. And you got attacked by that Night Widow. So I think they had good reason for ignoring what you did.

And regardless, I think I've just lost interest in the Coliseum. So I think we can just consider this RP dead in the water. Maybe I'll make another one when I think I can handle that as well as participating in so many other RPs.

OOC: Sorry folks. Attention shifted, I lost interest in this RP. I'm gonna update the main battle now, Patron fight later. Now, there will be some things I'm gonna ignore, seeing as how I'm supposed to be decided what happens to your opponants. So no broken backed Crab Spiders.

BIC: "Kiss my [censored], [censored] face!" yelled one of the Longfang's over his shoulder as he kept running.

Farfield and his men were soon only in view of Ryan, Goro, Podo, and Agent. As the group passed an especially large road cutting across the path, the Crab Spiders dove into doorways or windows, leaving the heroes with no targets.

No targets, that is, except for the small army of Arachnos troopers that flanked them on each side. The lines consisted of ten Wolf Spiders prone on the ground with heavy rifles. Eight Tarantulas stood above them, three of them Fire Tarantulas. Behind the Tarantula line floated three Mu Strikers and a pair of Fortunatas.

The Spiders fired high, to avoid friendly fire but still hit the heroes, the Tarantulas fired low, to do the same, and the mystics wouldn't miss.

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"You are out of your league, Malta," whispered a voice to Reikoff's right. A poison tipped needle appeared under his nose. "My mistress sends her regards."

The needle suddenly shoved up at his eye as the Night Widow went for the kill.

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A trio of needles suddenly sprouted from the wall on Carlos's left.

"Bad throw, girl. I think you need a bit more target practice."

Spinning around, Carlos and his men faced four Blood Widows, their hands poised and ready to throw their trademarked posioned needles. As one, they hurled them.

"Ooooo, six years. So what if you're about ten times my age? And if I remember correctly, which I do, processing system were less advanced back then then they are now. So shush, the more intelligent android is not interested in your yappings any more," said Toy in a most condescending tone of voice.

If he was lucky, this would actually work and sooth his burning curiosity.

"Man, this trip seems like its taking three times as long," Toy muttered to himself.

Out loud, he said, "What list? You yourself said you've only been activated for a very short time. How could you have a list of anything?"

Toy threw up his hands.

"Oh no, there is no way I'm buying into this. I'm just going to turn you in and be done with it. After all, you brought this on yourself after killing the not-so-good doctor," he said exasperatedly.

"Shut up you," said Combat Toy as it rattled Zealstorm around some.

Toy rolled his head, someone else would have used their eyes, but the expressed emotion was the same.

"Oh great, the hook. What information are you talking about?"

"Oh no," said Toy. "I was created for the sole purpose of guarding important installations for some goverment or another. It was only after I achieved by independence that I figured life as a mercenary appealed best to myself and my talents."

Toy Dispenser looked down at Zealstorm and sighed.

"Although I am feeling quite sorry for you right now. Freshly activated, not a care in the world, and you had to go and kill an important person in a building full of fascists. Not exactly a smart move for future career development."

"I do what I'm hired to do," Toy answered. "No more, no less. I do agree with you on the idiot part, though. I hold no great love for Flieschman either but her commander did order me to bring him her killer. Thusly, you in the handcuffs."

Toy decided he'd keep his thoughts on Essex to himself for the time being.

OOC: *looks around* Seems as good a chance as any to try my hand at RPing a hero. Good thing he's an AR blaster!

BIC: Error. Error. Power levels at 60% and holding. Controlled electric discharge unusable at this time.

"This is not good," stated Solid Shot as he looked down at his armored hands.

The woman leaning wearily up against the wall next to him nodded.

"Yeah. Something screwy's happened all over the city. Normally I should have been eight feet tall and covered in rocks when those Hellions decided to mess with me. Thanks for the back-up, by the way," she said.

"Not a problem," replied Solid as he hefted his rifle. "Higher levels of technology seem to be disabled as well but at least my weapon still works. Now, are you quite sure you can get to somewhere safe?"

"Yeah," she said. "I know a place I can hunker down at until this blows over."

"Good," nodded the combat droid. "Now I need to make my way to Perez Park. I heard that something was going on down there."

The tanker lifted a hand in farewell and then walked down the street. Solid checked his GPS to see which way was the fastest route to Perez from his current location in Galaxy City. To his dismay, that bit of technology refused to work. Calling up his much less efficient memory, curses be to WinBot 3.0, Solid managed to recall the streets he needed to follow. Shouldering his rifle, the hero stepped out of the alley way and onto the main street.

Ahead of him was an ambulance, a pair of bodybags layed out behind it, one of which had an orange-clad arm hanging out of the edge. Solid Shot shook his head at the senselessness of what had occured and kept walking.

Quite a few citizens seemed glad to see a hero still on patrol and Solid recieved many more friendly greetings than he usually got. Of course, he also got more pitying stares and apoligetic comments as well. It seemed as though some people were looking upon their former protectors with less favor than they had before and not even a day had gone by yet. Things did not look well in the long run.

"Some times I wish I had never been created," Solid muttered as he kicked an advanced looking piece of tech out of his way.

Toy slapped Combat Toy on the arm and the big assault bot lumbered forward and scooped up the limp Zealstorm. As the bot moved back to its master, Toy waved at Reikoff.

"No hard feelings about that I hope! Just doing my job," he said and then turned around. "Nice doing business with you."

Walking away from the Maltan's, Toy pulled out a pair of thin strips of metal and bound up Zealstorm's hands and feet with them. A quick press of a button on his wrist panel and the bands started humming with energy. If Zealstorm tried to move or activate something, the bands would either shock her or just drain her power.

"Someone's in big trouble," Toy said as they walked along. "Bacher didn't appreciate his chief scientist getting killed, even if I did find her to be quite reprehensible. Ugh. I hate mad scientists. So cliche and annoying."

Toy's voice trailed off and he mumbled to himself as they traveled.

"Fine with me," Toy said and then pulled a small object from his belt. He handed it to one of his smaller robots and the drone ran up to Reikoff and handed the container to him.

"The green stuff in there is a concentrated mixture of nano-machines and extra sugar to assist in powering them. Just pour it on the wound or have him drink it, either way it'll work within a minute. Although you might want to get him some sleep and food afterward."

"That was so friggin' awesome," said an electronic voice behind Reikoff.

The Malta commander spun around and saw a small collection of robots gathered to the rear of his group. Apparently they had moved their without his knowing during the brief battle with Zealstorm.

"Hello there, Malta," said the multi-colored android in the middle of the motley group. "I am here to take possession of the android you have there. It's wanted for the murder of an important official. Now, I won't object to you maybe roughing it up a bit as long as the head survives. After all, damage during capture is unavoidable. Or..."

Toy Dispenser patted Combat Toy on its massive shoulder.

"Or I'll have to take it from you. Your choice really."

Just a random interjection here, but I came to this RP forum with the idea in my head that to fight someone, you tell them what you'd do ahead of time and then let them be hit or react as they see fit until they counterattack the same way. I've noticed that very few people seem to do that, so I've mostly stopped.

Anyway, open fire on myself! Rawr!

OOC: Ahem, Kaiser.

BIC: The four Crab Spiders came charging out of the alley and then skidded to a halt as though surprised to see Podo, Goro, and the others. With frantic arm waving, the Arachnos fired a hasty burst of automatic weapons fire at the group and then ran back the way they came.

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As Coldfire and Charcold charged, Mako brought both of his hands together. A ghostly energy seemed to seep from his clenched hands and then a giant shark head suddenly leapt out of the ground and latched onto Charcold's legs. As the villain began struggling to free himself, Black Scorpion leaned forward and small panels flicked open on his shoulders. Missiles roared out from their racks and doused Scorpion with smoke as they angled through the air toward the imbilized Charcold. Then, Mako ran at Coldfire, intending to jump over him, grab his head, and slam him into the ground where Scorpion would blast him.

OOC: You're with everybody else.

BIC: Soon enough, all of the sniper teams lay incapacitated or medi-ported out. Silence fell over the arena once more, broken only by the slight crackling of a walkie talkie that seemed to be shouting enough curse words to burn the paint of a barn.

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"Damn it Mako!" yelled Scorpion as his tail cannon shot Charcold out of the air before he could fire his ice attack. Coldfire's ice smashed into Scopion's left shoulder and the brute stumbled forward until he was standing next to the frozen Mako. Pulling back one arm, he smacked the ice, causing it to crack and slough off.

Mako fell to the ground and panted heavily for a moment before getting up and looking at Scorpion.

"You know what I'm thinking?" asked the shark mutant.

"I wish I didn't," glowered Black Scorpion.

Both of them turned toward the twins and waited for the next assault.

"Now that's interesting," remarked Toy as he saw missiles arc up toward a red colored flying thing. "I wonder how that'll turn out."

OOC: Check the previous page. Mako and Scorpion did reply.

BIC: Up on the roof where Ryan had landed, he saw a team of two Wolf Spiders. One of them had a pair of binoculars and was watching something down in the street while the second had a very long rifle with a barrel that glowed slightly. It looked awfully deadly. The soldier with the binoculars chanced to look behind him at that moment but didn't see Ryan because of the man's cloak.

Down in the street, a puff of dust suddenly shot up right next to Podo's foot. Half a second later there was a rolling boom as the sound wave caught up with the bullet.

"Damn it," cursed the sniper. "This is Stinger Post 3, targets are engaged."

"Roger, Stinger 3. All Stingers are cleared to open fire," replied the Executioner.

Ryan saw the sniper team near him suddenly take on an air of purpose. He could see the rifle traverse slowly as though it was tracking a target.

One bullet slammed into Goro's chest, cracking the rock and forcing the big brute back a step.