I think that we do need a slight fixup.
If we have time, i would also like to go with V 2.0 weaponary, the flipping arm (so i can upend robots and self right quicker) and the pincers instead of the beak.
How about those that want to move up do so while those of us who are injured fixup and arrive in the nick of time 100%
Id like to replace one blade with my sabre meaning that I can cut throguh essentially everything in a 3 foot radius around me, without any risk of shattering
STEVE SEZ:
Look, Chris interrupted, This is getting us nowhere. Lets just strike a compromise, K? Kody, Matt, Alex and I can stay here and get fixed up while you guys can go on ahead and investigate the joint some more.
Times not exactly on our side, Aaron admitted with a sigh. Fine. You tune up and well go exploring. And so, the Aussie, AJ and Agent Mann made their way down the corridor, while the others stayed at the Workshop door.
Have fun!, Matty called and the quartet stepped inside. They had just begun to make their way past the various gubbin-laiden benches when the door slammed shut behind them. Jumping, the team made their way back and tried to open it again. Locked.
Stand back! Alex warned and gave the door a series of punishing blows with the lightsabre. No effect whatsoever. BLOODY HARDOX! he exclaimed, but his fury was quickly silenced by a burst of flame which came close to roasting him. The team turned around as the middle of the lab opened up into a large n deep Pit of fire.
The robot standing before them on its four thick tyres was most definately not a service droid, but he certainly looked familiar. Reminding one of the original X-Terminator with its shape and side-arms, the green machine sported a thick crunching pincer just above its front scoop, a top-mounted flamethrower resetting its target as the chunky rear vertical flywheel hummed menacingly.
Good Bod...is that Bash? Chris gasped, quickly punching a few of Nicoles keys. Got anything on this chap, Nic?
[Affirmative...
NAME: Sergeant Bash
STATISTICS:
- Weapon Power = 9
- Speed = 7
- Manoueverability = 6
- Defense = 8
- Traction = 6
- Aim = 6]
...right..., Kody gulped as the Sergeant made his way over, ...marshmallow, anyone?
**********
The A Team were hardly faring much better. Aaron, AJ and the Agent met no resistance as they continued their climb of the building, but on every single floor, the holding cell therein was completely empty. It wasnt until a bored Andy counted the 10th floor that the corridor finally ended with one last door, labelled Executive Office.
Ill knock, shall I? Elle grinned and kicked the door down with one swift kick.
Sweet Steve Irwin, that was hot, Aaron whispered to himself as the group entered the large room. Quite a strange office it was, too. What looked like three large black safes were dotted around the place, while what looked like a neon industrial oven stood against the back wall. But oddest of all was the thing standing behind the desk in front of them...
...REFBOT?!
Refbot looked up from his paperwork and gave the intruders a menacing grin. [Ah yes. The security cameras picked you up when you took out Shunt and company. I do hope you liked my little modifications to them.]
I hope this is the coffee talking, AJ groaned, gazing down into his freshest flask.
What the...but how...why...when did.... Aaron was pretty much lost for words. ...youre in charge here?! Why are you the bad guy in all this?!
[Revenge], the mechanised peacekeeper growled. [For years, I have been ridiculed just for doing my job. My fellow House Robots. The other competitors. The braindead fans who have no idea of the gruelling work I have to cope with. All of them made my life Robot Hell]. Slowly, he trundled out from behind the desk, his left claw tightening cruelly, [I had to pay them back and this is how. I set up base in the abandoned Mentorn headquarters here and used my vast memory banks to develop mind control chips to enslave those who looked down at me]. He held up a tiny replica of a chip in his clawed hand and pointed his fire extinguisher arm to the large brainwasher generator behind his desk. [But I have many on my revenge list. I knew I couldnt make them all the chips on my own. I needed help].
So you tested them on your teammates before using them to make more for you? Agent Mann snarled.
[Indeed], Refbot said courteously, [And with my alterations, I believe I have succeeded in making them more destructive as well as better behaved].
And thats why you took Wedge Devo! AJ snapped, As part of this big crappy revenge scheme of yours!
[That was part of the plan], the House Robot agreed, [or at least it would have been if someone else hadnt gotten to him first. Still, no matter. I will find him in due time and he can then join the other new editions to my glorious army. Chrome!] A door on the right of the room banged open and Cassius Chrome darted into the vicinity, a small computer chip noticably stuck on one of his cheeks.
[Yeah, boss?] he said with a deep, slightly dopey voice.
[Id like a demonstration from my new recruits] Refbot told him with a sinister grin, [release out, will you?]
[Whateva you say, chief], Chrome drawled and one by one, he gave each safe door a one-two combo with his barbed fists. The doors of the holding cubes swung open and out from each stepped...well, how to describe them once they had lined up in front of our heroes? The first entity looked like a velociraptor with a safari hat and a green scaly t-shirt, the second was a tall youth with a cork hat and a guitar strapped around his neck, while the third man sported a crop of black hair and a truly enormous pair of rubber trousers. Each too had a small chip stuck to their heads.
[Mr Southworth? Lord Roper? Mr Goacher? Kindly delete these intruders.] With that, the man they call Thomas Roper stuck a power chord. An electric blue laser shot out of the head of his guitar, blasting a hole through the door Chrome had entered through.
And I thought that Ref was mad before, AJ mumbled as the terrible trio closed in on them.
DECISION TIME!
Thats right. REFBOT is the one in charge of Mentorns evil schemes. And theres still no sign of Wedge Devo.How can Aaron and AJ possibly overcome their fellow forumers, baring in mind that killing them will result in a severe drop in the frequency of their vapourbots battles? :wink: And the others arent off Scot-free either, with a severaly bulked-up Bash cornering them in a brightly burning battlefield.
What now, lads?
Bach and i are equal in speed, dunno what im gonna do here. The only thing we have remotely going for us is the fact that there are four of us. The flamethrower doesnt worry me, but i must stay away from those pincers.
Alex, we need you to get a few hits in here, the rest of us need to keep him busy while Archangel makes its way over.
Need i also mention that i need to stay the Hell away from that flywheel if all possible? eep
Ok, my fight tactics, try to ram the Hell out of Bashs sides and pin him against the wall, stay the HELL away from the flywheel. Hopefully this will allow my more distructive teammates time to give Bash a Bashing.
Could Nicole try to block the transmission to that mind control chip?
Nice one, Steven! Um, I mean...must kill vapourboteers...must kill vapourboteers...
The spinning can be arranged, you guys occupy him til Im up to speed, then ill go for his claw makign it useless and then rip his now defenseless self to shreds
Im taking out Tom! Ill forget about transforming into my robotic self and will stay human instead and fight Tom the old fashion way.
Im going to whip out the rare 12 string bass guitar that Metallica used and plug into a rather large 10Kw Amp and blast a few gut wrenching low cords at Tom, hopefully making him vomit repeatedly, which will give me the time to rip the chip of his head and then pass him the guitar to play Roland by Interpol to help distort the chips on Frank and Richs heads.
Plan B??? KICK THEIR ASSES *insert evil look here*
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