The Journal of a Mastermind
By
ChillBlaze_EU,
Posted on: 2005-10-30 14:12 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
((Good stuff, rest assured Voidchild will be keeping one or two glowing eyes on Master Zaprobo's continued activities. 
))
((Good stuff 
The blog thing is pretty novel and very well done, as well as very fitting to the character - impressive))
@Hakeswell
Union Ilservian, Evinlea
Defiant Expeditor, Hakeswell
Arc: 70119 Hellion Initiation
Master Zaprobo looked at his journal log carefully. It appeared that it had been externally accessed, via the network link to the facility that Arachnos had provided for his research. Steepling his fingers, he watched the log traffic flashed across the monitor.
It seemed that someone had earmarked him as an Acolyte of Arachnos.
"That's going to mean trouble...", the elderly scientist thought to himself.
The Professor groaned as he sat down on the edge of the cot in his lab that served for his sleeping quarters. The dull drone of automated construction around him filled his ears as he settled down under the covers.
A little light reading, of "Paradigms of Artificial Intelligence Programming" served to take the edge off the day. "Flying around Mercy Island, trying to save Paolo Marino is not my idea of laboratory conditions" the white-haired scientist mused to himself.
"Still, at least Wretch and Ghost Widow are safe"
The scientist commanded the Assault Bot to breach the sealed door. As the missiles flew, Master Zaprobo stretched his cramped neck inside the safety of a Force Bubble. The months inside Agincourts' cells had brought back uncomfortable memories of the Zig.
As the smoke cleared, the mad professor sent in a wave of Battle Drones to clear the path as he used his anti-gravity unit to float imperiously into the laboratory he had once called his own.
The whole lab seemed deserted, some of his previous experiments removed. "Probably by those damn Longbow traitors...", the white-hared man mused as he sank into a chair. Deactiving all his fields and dismissing his ZR Autonomous Combat Unit detachment, he turned to the supercomputer and inputted his credentials.
The security seals were still in tact, showing that Arachnos Research and Devlopment had gone underground in the wake of his capture - prominent scientists like Dr Zweistein and Dr E Genius going to ground.
Frowning, the Professor fired off a status report to Black Scorpion before checking his surveillence logs.
"Well, well, well...", the elderly scientist chuckled, "it seems my escape did not go unnoticed. Computer, activate Security Plan Gamma-Four"
((Correct me if I'm wrong but; Welcome back 
. I always enjoyed the stories you wrote in your blog and it's good to see you back at it.))
(( You're not wrong, and thanks! Computer problems kept me away, but I got it all sorted! Expect the continuing trials of MZ as he works his way to TL50! ))
Glad to see you back - decidedly one of the community personalities and overall nice guy .... in an evil way of course
Great to have you back Prof ^_^
Activating the Base Portal to teleport back to the safety of ARAD's Lab-Bunker. Breathing hard, he sank into the comfort of the one of the chairs around the conference table.
As always, the hologramatic displays of new technologies worked their calming influence on the old professor - his mind getting caught up in the intricacies of the technologies employed.
His reverie was interrupted by a priority klaxon from the Base Supercomputer. The elderly man people had taken to calling Master Zaprobo shuddered, it was the call he was dreading.
He took his time as he walked over to the Control Room, suddenly feeling his age for once as his feet dragged against the anodized metal plates of the bunker floor.
[Priority Transmission : Source Arachnos Prime : Caller Identified : Codename : Black Scorpion]
"Punch it up computer", the scientist sighed.
"Master Zaprobo!", the angry figure of Black Scorpion bellowed, "You have some explaining to do!"
"Well, sir, it was like this..."
Picking up the TV Guide, Master Zaprobo smiled - all his favourite shows were on today. And tomorrow. And the repeats the day after? Perfect, everything he missed from the last week.
Slightly disturbed, the old man fell back onto the sofa next to the entranced Bane Spider and Freakshow Tank. "I...", he shook his head, "...something is wrong, I feel... odd".
"Shhh", hissed the Crey Agent, "it's back on!"
Master Z smiled as opening the titles for the X-Files came up on the screen, all other thoughts flew out of his head. "At least the Television is Good", the white-haired Professor thought to himself as he hummed along.
As the elderly professor opened the communication panel on his ZR Aegis Transponder, the face of Mr Pither flickered into view.
"Very good, Professor Robotnik - your time in dispatching those heroes was exemplary. Although I had to dock 10 minutes for the destruction of one of your Drones"
"I got careless, a little hiccup in the scheme of things - besides, I was taking it easy on them - I only used minimal Force Fields"
"Quite so, quite so. Well, you have indeed completed the last of the trials Lord Recluse set for you and you make the grade"
"You are done with me. Report to Lord Recluse Himself"
The slow drip of stagnant water from the dank walls interfered with Master Zaprobo's concentration. He had been incarcerated a mere two hours, until he was sure his cell was free of electronic surveillance and began working on the one device the authorities had neglected to deny him. His wrist communicator.
It was damaged, true, but its audio and visual recording capabilities were live. He could record, he could remember. What those "heroes" had done to his vital research.
Oh the years of work! Demolished as surely as Baumton itself. His laboratory condemned, and his technologies confiscated. Ruination! Except for one thing - he still had his communicator.
He could still remember