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STEVE SEZ:
Kody, you can get a pic of your personas done if you so wish. Same goes for all of ye, but for the moment, it will have to wait...as Team Braveheart brings to yall here at the FRA Forum a tale of daring, adventure and other extremely inappropriate words more commonly known as...

THE ROBOT WARS R.P.G. - THE MENTORN CONSPIRACY 2005



CHAPTER ONE: MISSION STATEMENT

*DATELINE: Steven McGregors estate, Glasgow, 4:42pm*

BANG! BANG! BANG!

All right! Im coming, Im coming! Storming his way down the long corridor, Steven marched up to the grand oak entrance to his mini mansion and peered through the doors spyglass. This had better be impor-. Steven started and for the first time in days, a smile came to his face.
Standing on the other side of the thick oak panel were his fellow roboteers: Matty amusing himself with the tassles on his unique rainbow hat; AJ twitching a little, his eyes surprisingly wide from a lifetime of sipping caffine; the brooding Alex observing the estate; Aaron applying a little more gel to his drooping spiked hair; Kody just generally looking relaxed and Chris fiddling around with a Rubix cube. All present and correct, just as hed asked. Grinning broadly, he flung open the door and allowed the six to glimpse him for the first time.

About time, Alex grumbled aloud, but even he couldnt help being interested at seeing Steven. He wore a red smoking jacket over a school uniform, accompanied by a pair of tartan slippers and a maroon fez angled jauntily on his head.

Lads! he cheered, You made it, fantastic! Hope you had a pleasant trip up.

Not exactly, Aaron replied, just getting his spikes upright again, You try taking a 22 hour flight before spending another 3 trapped in a clapped-out old barbecue you Brits call a bus next to Jittery Joe here. He nodded over to AJ, who was currently buzzing around Matty like a hummingbird.

Well, the fact is youre here and thats good enough, Steve said briskly, rubbing his hands together. Right then, if youll just follow me, we can get down to business. Leading the group inside, the Scotsman ushered them down the long main corridor. Doors branched off in all directions as the six followed him down the red carpet, portraits of past McGregors hanging loftily from the walls.

Wow, AJ breathed, I wonder what the kitchens like in here. Think how big the Expresso machine must be!, but Alex grabbed him by the scruff of his neck before he could slip away and find out for himself.

Pretty fascinating place, Chris commented, gazing around the hallway, 18th century architecture with a hint of Rennie MacIntosh throughout. One wonders how a 16-year-old can afford all this. The building itself has to be worth at least £7.2,000,000. The others rolled their eyes. Chris was quite the quick analyser.

Christmas presents from mad relatives, Steve explained, but theyre only this good once in a blue moon. My Uncle John once gave me a banana skin stapled to an orange peel.

...no coffee beans, then? AJ asked gloomily. The others chose to ignore this statement, however, and finally found themselves led into a room on the left, a small study with various chairs and a projector screen set up in front of a large bookcase. The gang took a seat each (Alex needing to give Kody a sharp nudge to stop him drifting off) as Steven closed the door behind him and began his briefing...