The Origin of Master Zaprobo
By
British_Beetle,
Posted on: 2006-03-28 05:44 in Multi-Media Fan Creations
The alarms did not sound at the research facility - Seeker Drones deployed by the two Protector ZR's had fried their internal circuitry - so the first warning the security staff had was the gaping wound in the 10inch steel blast door.
Stepping through the breach, Zaphod Robotnik paid no attention to the heat. The Force Shield gleaming around him dealt with that little problem.
"Pr... Professor, what are you doing?", one of the guards stammered as he began to raise his rifle.
"I'm heading out on a field test", the white haired scientist grinned. "Oh, and I wouldn't raise that rifle all the way into a firing position as my children may take offense to that..."
[ Defensive Mode Active. Follow Master Zaprobo ]
Pointing to the external fence, a Drone ZR cut away the chainlinks with a short series of laser blasts.
"I'll be back this evening gentlemen - there is science afoot!"
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The residents of Talos Island were fleeing in terror - the explosions were bad enough, but the lasers and blinding lights had inspired in them a level of fear not really seen en masse since the Rikti War.
Fledgeling heroes flocking to the scene were met with a terrible sight. One large robot, armed with missile launchers and lasers was cutting a swathe though several of their heroic allies. Two other robots were laying down a healing blanket of nanites on their metallic cohorts, while a further three short robots were laying down a suppressive laser fire that held Paragon Finest at bay.
In the middle of it all though was the most chilling sight - a man in a lab coat laughing maniacally.
"It works! My lifes work, complete, a resounding success! And the idea of using heroes as test dummies... genius!"
As the Assault ZR dispatched another hero, who was forced to medi-teleport, the elderly scientist frowned a little. "Still", he thought to himself, "I am a little disturbed at all the dead and dying civilians".
Looking around at the carnage being wrought around him though, he smiled. "Can't make an omlette, without breaking a few eggs".
He was so caught in his reverie, that he did not notice the emergency signal on his wrist communicator for a few moments. Glancing at it, he stared slack-jawed as he then looked up. His creations had stopped firing - encased in tombs of rock, crushed by forces of gravity and circuitry blinded. Around him, Assault Rifle Blasters had levelled their weapons, and Tankers with heavy weapons hefted them near his face.
Stepping from out of the crowd, a tranditional spandex clad hero stepped out. "Professor Zaphod Robotnik, you are under arrest".
I like it. Using heroes as test subjects will always be fun! 
Could use some more of the madness though! I look forward to any more future nutty schemes you come up with!
sonic the hedgehog called, he wants his enemy's name back
nice
You don't have a brother called Ivo Robotnik do you?
It's not running away. It's advancing in reverse!
2 things Id like to say.
1) An amazing great effort. I give it *****
2) Your on the wrong server. The RP in you can be made stronger! When the time comes just transfer!
He will honor his words; he will definitely carry out his actions. What he promises he will fulfill. He does not care about his bodily self, putting his life and death aside to come forward for another's troubled besiegement. He does not boast about his ability, or shamelessly extol his own virtues. - Sima Qian.
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You don't have a brother called Ivo Robotnik do you?
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Actually, the original incarnation of "Zaphod Robotnik" (a marine in Traveller RPG) had a brother called Barry. With regards to IVo, I'm sorry but that particular mad scientist is no relation 
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2) Your on the wrong server. The RP in you can be made stronger! When the time comes just transfer!
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Afraid I couldn't be more of a roleplayer if I tried (I barely have enough time for my girlfriend between WFRP, Spacemaster, Lorien Trust Live Roleplay and CoX). As to moving server, alas I've made my home on Defiant with the boys and gals of ARAD.
Of course, doesn't mean you won't spot my alts on Union
"There is science afoot!"
Lol, Love it. I really should get round to my own character's origin story one day.
"Maybe in the end, what makes heroes into heroes...is that we're just too stupid to quit."
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You don't have a brother called Ivo Robotnik do you?
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Actually, the original incarnation of "Zaphod Robotnik" (a marine in Traveller RPG) had a brother called Barry. With regards to IVo, I'm sorry but that particular mad scientist is no relation
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2) Your on the wrong server. The RP in you can be made stronger! When the time comes just transfer!
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Afraid I couldn't be more of a roleplayer if I tried (I barely have enough time for my girlfriend between WFRP, Spacemaster, Lorien Trust Live Roleplay and CoX). As to moving server, alas I've made my home on Defiant with the boys and gals of ARAD.
Of course, doesn't mean you won't spot my alts on Union
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So you're sort of like Nemesis then? You have doubles everywhere? 
@Golden Girl
City of Heroes comics and artwork
Good stuff, Zap 
If you don't mind me calling you that
Operative Cobra still wants to meet...Speaking of him, he really needs such a good background story as Master Zaprobo has
That's some really nice writing there, you got me a little scared of that MM that I've seen wandering the Isles now
I was just randomly flitting through the Creative Board trying to find what the stories were like here, and I think I found a great example.
Holding up his wrist-mounted computer, Professor Zaphod Robotnik pressed the parts of the touchscreen to activate the neural interface with the last of his ZR Series Autonomous Assault Systems. As the final artificial intelligence upload was transmitted to the tall robot suspended in a harness in the far corner of the laboratory a blinking icon on his wrist panel alerted him to a new email.
Trotting over, he opened the email and saw what he had dreaded. Yet another rejection from DATA, refusing his requests for a sanctioned field test of his robotic constructs. Sighing as he scanned the wordy missive, phrases like "continued hero presence diminishes need for new military applications" and "dangerous instabilities in Friend or Foe (FoF) recognition software" leapt out at him. The last phrase cut him to his core however and it took several times reading it for the words to sink in. "Funding for the ZR Series Autonomous Robotics Project is cancelled".
Snarling, he trashed the email and spun on the Assault ZR behind him. "Fifteen years I've laboured", he cried, "fifteen long years at the pinnacle of my scientific career to create you and your siblings!"
"For what? For the bureaucrats to shut me down?" The professor slumped into his chair as the last few bytes of data were shunted to the Assault ZR. He barely registered the malevolent red glow as it passed back and forth across the Assault ZR's Optical Visor.
[Assault ZR-6 Online, Awaiting Master Input]
Hearing the metallic grating voice, Zaphod looked up to see the Assault ZR Robot get to its feet. The missile launchers disengaged from it's back and locked into position on it's shoulders to a chorus of warning chimes from the central computer it was still interfaced with.
"I am your Master, ZR-6", the Professor sighed, "yet I have been defeated before I had really got going".
[Visual Recognition Confirmed. User 'zaprobo' identified as Master. Awaiting Input Master Zaprobo]
"If only I could test you and your brothers - get you out of the lab somehow and into a viable field test".
[Input Confirmed. Activating Protector ZR and Drone ZR Units]
Professor Robotnik's eyes widened as he recoiled from the Assault ZR in horror - watching it detach itself from the central computer as the wall shook from laser blasts. As the partition crumbled under the attack, two shorter robots and three small units marched smartly through and arrayed themselves beside the tall Assault ZR.
[ZR Series Detachment Active], the six robots grated in unison.
The professor walked over to the group cautiously, yet his eyes gleamed wildly at the sight he had been working towards for years. My children, he thought, my beautiful deadly children.
"Stand down, ZR Series".
[Transmitting tactical assessment to Master Zaprobo]
The professor's wrist computer chimed, and as the elderly scientist read it he began to smile. "It could work...", he mused.
"... it could work".