As Rough Justice took Erics hand he was filled with the momentary overwhelming intimacy. Did these people have no idea how to treat a telepath.
...leave a lasting impression, he wants to establish a pecking order already geez I've fallen in with the testosterone set...
"Nice to meet you Rough Trade..." he said to RJ's back as he suddenly chased away after some odd noise. Then sounds of battle.
Eric pushed a field of force around himself and the others. Larger is weaker but he'd never trained to protect others ... his assignments were almost always one-man ops.
Tracing RJ's path lead him to a fight scene. The clocks he recognized. Even as RJ destroyed one group the last began reassembling themselves. The focal point of all this commotion was one of the most advanced and intimidating clock Eidolon had ever seen.
"Why'd it have to be robots!" With a thought Eidolon increased the size of his protective shield giving it more solidity and sent the clocks and clock parts slamming against the various walls of the room and pinning them there.
The smaller clocks blasts that struck him ruined his suit but more than hurting they taxed his concentration... distracted him.
"Someone help I can't do this for long and when I let go theyre just going to start rebuilding themselvessss againnnnnn nnnnn owww."
I hatezzz robotzzz" Eidolon said through clenched teeth.
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"Halo there you are can you let her in." Rough Justice said, just moments before the floor shook from the impact of the bench smashing the wall below. "Told you wed hear it escape. Hurry we might want her help" With that Rough Justice headed to the stairs, his movement a blur.
Newton leapt nimbly over the desk past Eric and to the door. Halo, welcome aboard, he said as he grabbed the bluish woman by the shoulder. I think that we have clockwork downstairs. Well cover the administrative bull-crap later. Newton ran down to the fight just in time to see RJ crash into the prince.
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Hie?? The blue skind woman blinked in confusion. Clock and board crap down in the stairs?
Halo had barely hovered in past the force field when strangers began talking far to fast for her to follow what they said. She allowed herself to be towed quite speedily down a hallway and a stair case, finding a full scale battle in progress.
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With a moment of concentration, Newton spread an intense gravity field around the armored figure, and the cogs and sprockets that had been getting up from their encounter with RJ were being crushed back down again.
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Toys! Halo called out, flexing her arms and jetting up towards the ceiling. Time to break Toys!
Flesh cannot break metal. The large, and only complete, Prince pressed Rough Justice back a single step, it's overwhelming mass granting a small advantage in shoving matches. Flesh is weak. Metal is strong. Flesh can feel pain, Bombard does not! It raised a hand, power crackling along the length of it.
Electric fire spewed forth, Halo twisted, but the close confines of the garage hampered her normally free flying tactics and she was caught in the edges of the blast of power. Before she could recover to return fire, the Prince turned its attention onto Rough Justice. Bombards massive arms ended in hands as thick as the front end of a pick up truck, and each was driven by pistons that gave a kenetic force equal to such a vehicle moving at sixty miles per hour. The impact drove Sean so strongly into the ground that the concrete floor beneath his feet cracked.
And for the rest, the Princes court, for every cog that was destroyed, ten gears scampered out to collect the pieces and reassemble them. Cogs clambered out of the oil pit beneath the remains of a squad car. Oscillators clanked and fell out of the ventilation ducts overhead, their whirly-bird blades unfolding and buzzing in the air. Multiple lighting strikes crackled across the room. In the dark corners of the garage the construction continued on four more Princes, each to the same specifications as Bombard.
ZZWARRMINGSS Zot shouted to the room, the electric cage that still prevented her from moving creating a greater static to the normal crackle of her broadcast. Dizzreguarzz zzah dronezzz, dezzroy zzah puppezz mazzer!
"Puppies?" Coming out of her dazed state, Halo looked around and said. "Am see no puppies?"
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Abe coulda toldja I wouldnt keep completely quiet. Up to everyone to decide how hurt ya are, but the Clocks aint out of the picture yet, the cogs and stuff are still fighting, shooting at anything that moves and isnt metal. RJ, if you dont wanna be knocked down, youre unstoppable, right? But the floor beneath you aint, so thats why I cracked it.
I don't know the rest of you well enough to take equal liberties without more direct permission.
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"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
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ZZWARRMINGSS Zot shouted to the room, the electric cage that still prevented her from moving creating a greater static to the normal crackle of her broadcast. Dizzreguarzz zzah dronezzz, dezzroy zzah puppezz mazzer!
"Puppies?" Coming out of her dazed state, Halo looked around and said. "Am see no puppies?"
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Okay, Im beginning to get ticked, Newton as he threw a gravity bubble around Zot. The armored woman was released from her electric prison. How are these things getting in through the force field unless
some gear or another shut down the force field. Doh. Newton focused in on the four partially made robots. He reached out his hands and then slammed all four constructs into the center of the room, rattling Bombard and knocking him down.
He triggered his comlink. Oh, in case anyone out there cares, we are about to be overrun by clockwork. You might want to come back here and kick some more metal butt. Newton dropped to the ground as an electric strike struck the wall above his head. You might also want to hurry.
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Bombards massive arms ended in hands as thick as the front end of a pick up truck, and each was driven by pistons that gave a kinetic force equal to such a vehicle moving at sixty miles per hour. The impact drove Sean so strongly into the ground that the concrete floor beneath his feet cracked.
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Rough Justice saw stars from the blow that drove him to one knee and cracked the cement below him. "Dam that hurt, your going to the scrap heap you piece of." There is a scream of fatigued metal censoring out his words. Rough Justice grabbed an ankle of Bombard, and hauling sprung upwards. The joint was weakened from his shoulder impact, allowing its removal with the loud scream of metal. "Sounds like that was painful to me, ya hunk of junk." Using the leg to beat Bombard over onto its back, and continuing until the leg fell to its base pieces.
"You can not end me human." The words grating but hearable over the bashing it was taking.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Sting finally made his way down the stairs to see all of the chaos.
Ok, more clocks I get, but who of these others are with us or against us?
He leapt into the middle of the fray and sent a burst of spines into everything nearby. Then he hurled a handful of spines into the large clock, the poison eating away at inner workings.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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How are these things getting in through the force field unless
some gear or another shut down the force field.
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Apologies if I misread some posts while catching up. My reading of things was: The force field at the door was from Negative Ion, who is MIA, and did not extend over the entire building. Your Force Field is down below, and only recently brought up.
Thanks for releasing Zot (grin) I was kind'a having fun with the "damsel in distress" shtick. But I guess it is time for her to help.
But back to my point, if there is a force field around the entire building then someone needs to explain it more clearly and really, it should be faded by now unless Neg Ion is sticking around. If it is still up, I guess the clocks came in from the cracks in the foundation.
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"SARS, Bird Flue, 9/11, Anthrax in the Mail, Mad Cow Disease. Pope John Paul didn't die, he preboarded." - Christopher Titus "5th Annual End of the World Tour"
((occ: No, you didnt misread anything, Rough. In the hundreds of posts that got deleted, Ion set up a force field machine run from the basement that encompasses the whole building. Its based on the same technology as the War Walls. Teleporters cant get in or out. And the computer that controls the forcefield will only let those with DNA that it recognizes as 'okay' through it.
Sorry for the confusion. I am working at getting the old posts back up, but it takes time, which is short right now. Ill try to speed up the process. 
))
Eidolon collapsed as the drain of maintaining the massive force bubble over whelmed him. All around them any clock that was not being immediately attended to was recuperating and helping to restore others.
Eidolon looked at the team around him .... took in the shape of their thoughts than began to weave them together. This unit lacked cohesion and he could help with that at least ...
Can you all hear me? I am connecting our minds... we will be aware of each others actions and designs and hopefully we can use this to coordinate our assault, strike true and deeply.
A semi-feral growl came from the doorway, as a cog was thrown through into the room, and exploded in a cloud of sparks and scrap metal on a near by wall. Elisa dashed through the door accompanied by the dull hum of the Rikti energy rifle she carried. Her tail lashed back and forth, as Elisa sized up the situation.
"You can not end me human."
Elisa saw RJ using the robot's leg to beat it into submission. The first bolt of energy struck the robot in the shoulder, shearing off armor plating, "Hey Junkpile!" Elisa yelled over the sounds of combat, "I'm Welladi!"
The final statement was puntuated by even more energy bolts as Elisa started to strafe towards the right side of the room.
(OOC: Meh... I've got like 4 or 5 more days of wierd activity before I can start posting normal like.)
((OOC: Actually, since Ion left I have been assuming the FF as no longer functioning however I believe that the explanation that it is only partially functioning is reasonable for the time being. This would allow the clocks as well as some of the new folks to gain entry.))
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All of a sudden the chaos of combat seemed clearer to Sting. He could almost sense when RJ was going to strike or when to get out of the way of a shot coming in.
As RJ hit it from one side, Sting hit it from the other. As Sting hit it low, someone else hit it high, and it toppled to the ground.
Sting nodded. Hey, this works for me! and then leapt at the big clock again.
The number of pieces still on the robot was starting to be outnumbered by those scattered on the floor.
I said that the NEXT piece of CRAP that came in HERE was going to get is butt kicked! Sting said punctuating it with strikes to the clock.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
//OOC Good to hear Elisa, glad you made it in to the house
Rough Justice straightens up in suprise and shcok as the unknown and uninvited thought surge into his brain. Bombard took full advantage of the given opertunity, the piston driven fist coming across and catching the preoccupied RJ square in the chest. Rough Justice was hurled backwards with a gush of air from his lung, and a loud grunt of pain. His short flying career ended as he colided with a wall, cracks like spider webs were revealed as he hit the floor. Spreading from where his shoulders and head had impacted a small blood smear in the center, of the smaller of the two webs. A long slow groan escaped as the bight flashes of light bounced in his vision, shaking his head to clear his vison. Groggily climbing to his unsteady feet, the world seeming to be a boat on the ocean. "STAY THE FRACK OUT OF MY HEAD DAMIT!!" One last quick shake of his head, Rough Justice looked for where he was needed.
Even we mighty can fall.
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((ooc: heh. I thought it was still up and going Coolant was messing with it and learning to maintain it. Mind must be going.))
Newtons manic mind went a little crazier as Eric connected him to the others. With quick gestures, he set shields over the others without even looking at them. Im not all that thrilled with my mind being read, but were going to live, Newton muttered as he set a gravity field over the cannon knight Halo was shooting.
Eric must be able to filter out the other thoughts besides the fighting moves, Newton thought. My multi-tasking cant make it easier for him. I have five other singularities sending info to my mind right now. How can he make sense of it all?
On of the singularities sent the sound of clockwork gears to his ears. I hate it when Im right. Sounds like some gears in the basement. Well worry about them after we send these junkheaps to mechanical hell.
As much as he hated to admit it, Rough justice could see others clearly. At least get a sense of what was going on. He still felt intruded apon, and fought the use of this tool. It was fundamentally wrong, to him. He saw his next weapon, ran over and grabbed the cog closest to him and had a new club. Blood trickling out of the split lip, he moved to Zots side. Giving her cover with his invulnerable body, to let her catch her breath. Ripping apart the cog and using its peices as projectiles he target as many different clocks as hw could. "Come ya junk, I'll compact you all, 'you ok Zot''' He asked quietly as he held his hand behind him to give her a lift to her feet.
Even we mighty can fall.
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As Rough Justice was launched across the room Bombards focus changed to Sting.
Cmon you big, ugly trash can, bring it on.
A large metal hand flashed out and grabbed a hold of Sting. Sting responded by smashing the arm as hard as he could, but the joint would not give.
Sonofa
was all he got out before the electricity flowed from the clocks hand into his body. Bombard maintained the hold as Sting shook from the charge running through him.
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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Joy, not here a day and already he could feel the love roling off of Rough Justice. Eidolon debated removing him from the circle but they really were fighting better now. After a moment he sensed a quiet self-admission from RJ that the situation though deplorable to him was helping... so he kept him in, filtering out for the others RJ fuessalade of unvoiced cussing and venom...
He sent quickly to everyone:
Justice I'm sorry for the intrusion... I reacted without preparing anyone and Im sorry for that. I havent been here long enough to give the Telepathic Tutorial so ... Im sorry.
He quit there to maintain the connection. There was a strange drain on his concentration, as though he had connected many more than the few heroes in this room. A quick survey lead him to the quirk. Newton was simulataneously managing multiple perception points. Screening out the irrelevant data was taxing. Eidolon's impression of Newton rose. This was clearly a well developed mind. He debated for a moment trying to buy his way out of Delphi's bad graces by giving him to them... No, he decided. I'm not GOOD but I'm not a MONSTER either.
Poison seemed to be reacting well which was worrisome... Most people reactions were closer to Newtons reservation or RJ's rage. Poison seemed to fall into the situation easily, his instinctive mind latching onto the removal of chaos and assertion of order. He desperately hoped the man-turned-insect never analyzed the situation too carefully. One of the conclusions could be that this semi-hive-mind appealed to his insect nature more than his human one.
"Geez guys how often does this kind of thing happen" Gesturing to help focus his intention he swung his arm as clock and clock bits flew into a wall.
He sent telepathically to all of them:
Can anyone here layout a massive area of damage this one at a time thing on the little clocks isnt working....
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He sent telepathically to all of them:
Can anyone here layout a massive area of damage this one at a time thing on the little clocks isnt working....
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The brief chatter in his mind allowed Sting to stab a spine into the arm holding him breaking the grip. He fell to the ground, the world spinning around him.
Massive, no constant, yes. Sting, still on his hands and knees, rolled into the middle of the room and pushed. You might want to stand back!
Spines burst from his body hitting everything around him. Then every few seconds a smaller burst shot out, further damaging anything that was still standing.
But Bombard didnt want any part of that. A massive fist connected with the floor as Sting dodged to the side, narrowly missing the hurt bug-man.
Sting climbed to his feet, still emitting spines, as the large clock loomed over him.
This is gonna hurt
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
((oops. took to long writing. nm. add more later.))
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But Bombard didnt want any part of that. A massive fist connected with the floor as Sting dodged to the side, narrowly missing the hurt bug-man.
Sting climbed to his feet, still emitting spines, as the large clock loomed over him
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Newton looked back up after ducking behind the remains of the police car. I dont think so. He focused his power on the car, and pushed. The police car skidded across the ground, knocking over and grinding down other clockwork before it collided with Bombard.
I think I got its attention, Newton said as the robot shoved the car away from it.
"Ahh hell, once more into the breach my friends." Rough Justice launched him self at his 60mph sprint into Bombard yet again. The impact dring both back into the wall. The only reason they did not go through was the earth behind it. The one legged Bombard toppled over and lat flat on its back. With a roar of rage and frustration Rough Justice brought his fists together above his head and down onto the things chest. The impact shook the floor near him and brought breast plate to back plate, the glow left Bombards eyes. Sean took a satggering step backwards, and dropped to a knee, spent.
Even we mighty can fall.
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Sting saw the car smash into the big clock, and then just as it recovered from that RJ put on the finishing touches.
"Thanks Newton."
Exhausted himself, he looked around to see if he had hit too many friendlies with spines and to see if any of the new faces were going to act hostile. Seeing nothing right away, he moved over to RJ.
"Nice work there man. I think you done punched his lights out."
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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"Thanks Newton."
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Seemed like the thing to do, Newton said, grinning.
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"Nice work there man. I think you done punched his lights out."
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Yeah, you did, Rough Justice. Newton straightened a bit. We still have some gears wandering about. I can here them in the basement. And lets get these pieces contained.
As the group moved to deal with smaller caliber combat Eidolon allowed the connections between their minds to slip.
He sat on the floor pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping his hands furiously... as he did a small but excep0tionally strong field of force wrapped itself around him. Very few thing could penetrate this bastion of personal safety...
Eidolon cleared his thoughts and allowed himself to regather his mental strength, all the while cleaning his hands... trying to wipe away some stain that no one else could see.
"Does this happen often here? These... uhmmm ... base raids?"
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"Does this happen often here? These... uhmmm ... base raids?"
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A lot more often than we like to admit, Newton said. In the last three days, weve been attacked by Skulls and Tsoo and now Clockwork in our home. He thought for a moment. Oh, yes, and the whole building was taken to Hell. He glanced over at Eidolon. Were not too worried about your crossfire, Eric. Weve been to hell and back already. He hurried toward the basement, tracking the clockwork sounds.
((ooc: edited to get the right gangs (I hope ) in there.))
Yeah, like Newton said, people wanting to do us harm in our own house is pretty common. The force field kept them somewhat at bay but looks like it is starting to fail without Ion here to keep it going.
Sting noticed a half broken gear crawling out from under the car and flicked a handful of spines at it. And I thought I was the only vermin we had in this place.
Sting walked over and picked up the parts of the large clock. So, now that he has been rebuilt and re-defeated, any chance we can still find out where he sent Abrahms and the boss?
"Shut up Mr. Burton, you are not brought upon this world to get it!" - Lo Pan
@MadGremlin
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"So Newton I got a hold of one of my friends she will be here soon. Unfortuneately the best chance is Zot and still have yet to hear from her." He checked the board, his little joke still there. "As Sting said the parts are locked in that old weapons locker downstairs. I figure if it gets back up we will at least hear it getting out." Looking around eyes landing on a hoho wrapper. "Hmm, so wheres the grubb? I am getting hungry"
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Weve got a couple refrigerators around. This floor, right next to Coolants station, and upstairs, theres another. We get our food just down the street. Nice family joint.
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"Halo there you are can you let her in." The floor shook from the impact of the bench smashing the wall below. "Told you wed hear it escape. Hurry we might want here help" With that Rough Justice head to the stairs, his movement a blur.
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Newton leapt nimbly over the desk past Eric and to the door. Halo, welcome aboard, he said as he grabbed the bluish woman by the shoulder. I think that we have clockwork downstairs. Well cover the administrative bull-crap later. Newton ran down to the fight just in time to see RJ crash into the prince.
With a moment of concentration, Newton spread an intense gravity field around the armored figure, and the cogs and sprockets that had been getting up from their encounter with RJ were being crushed back down again.