Duck and Cover

When we last left our shpae shifting hero and side kick...

::Series fires several rockets at 431, knocking it to the floor. It soon gets up again::



++Analysis: Anti-Tank rockets largely ineffective. RECOMMENDED COURSE OF ACTION: Close Combat++

::Series activates his assault program, and produces a handle from his back. It flares to life, the red thermal energy illuminating the darkened room with a dull red glow. However, 431 gets the first attack, a vicious wrecking ball-esque blow to the head::



::Series is thrown backwards, the hilt deactivating as it hits the cold, titanium floor. Without getting up, Series raises it's left arm and opens up with the minigun::



(OOC: Sorry Blarg, but Metal Slug is MY game)

::431 staggers backwards under the hail of 7mm explosive tipped bullets. Series gets up, collects his sword, and stabs 431 in the head with it. Series backs away and 431 promptly explodes::



++audiosay_PENGUIN'S MIND CANNOT TAKE THIS FORM ANY LONGER...REUTRNING TO original form...

::Series disappears in a flash of energy. GLP is standing in his place, minus the cyberarm. A flesh and blood arm replaces it::

GLP: Wow. That was...alien. Anyway, what the hell is the ACF?

LEWIS: Um, I'm pretty sure it's the Aerial Command Fortress that Administration's spent the past four years building.

GLP: And we get there...how?

LEWIS: Um...uh...
::Lewis snaps his fingers::
LEWIS: The Executive Airbase! I nearly forgot about it, because no one's used it. Ever.

GLP: Dorovan must've been heading there. Let's go!

At the Airbase...

GLP: Ooh! Let's use that one!



(OOC: Hosted on Geocities, may not work [it's a biiiig plane from Metal Slug]. Sorry for the inconvience)

OOC: Yes, it is a big one, isn't it? Hope ya don't get lost tryin' to find the can!

TheReaper wrote:"Ok Blarg, you can come, just try to keep up with me, RD and BD."

mmmhmmm...

*increases power to leg servos, gyro, and BFGS stabilizer*

*Reaper sees a building on the horizon and the three speed up to get to it as quickly as possible.

"That's where Fenris is being held."

"Ok, we gotta get there now!"

"I'm going as fast as I can, you try carrying Reaper for once, he's heavier than he looks."

"Hey!"

"Sorry master."

(OOC: Eh, sorry. I don't have any gifs or anything at all.)

SM, who was on the top level of the Arena, sees all that is going on, with mere mortals now.

"Good. Now I'll have a use for these things. This will be fun."

SM summons an armory of guns, and puts them as to have maximum effectiveness in switching them, etc. Three guards come through the door and SM rushes them with his sword, slicing two's heads off in one blow, then cuts the last guard in half vertically while dodging the submachine blasts.

"Yes. Very fun."

He walks through the hallways of the Arena building, blowing away just about everything in site with two Uzis. SM comes to the exit door and kicks it open, to see all the mechs and Ignus and shit. He walks up to one of the mechs, slowly and coolly as it fires rockets and bullets at him until jumps up onto face of it, jams his grenade launcher through the steel, and pulls the trigger, instantly killing the pilot. The twisted hunk of metal falls to the ground, while SM moves onto the next one.

Another platoon of troopers attacks SM as he makes his way across the base, but they are all dispatched by having their brains splattered all over the pavement, courtesy of SM's Pancor Jackhammer.

"Hmm.... where to next? I know, I'll kill the sons of bitches that are responsible for pulling this shit. Time to find the executive offices. There must be some around here..."

SM takes to the air and searches around for an office building thing, and, finding nothing, he goes back to the ground and slaughters more mechs and infantrymen.

::GLP and Lewis enter the plane. Lewis raises one of his guns::

LEWIS: This plane is officially being...confiscated. Any resistors will be shot. Survivors will be shot again. Get it?
::The crew nods or vocally states their agreement::
LEWIS: Good. We need transport to the ACF. You will take us there. You will destroy any craft of defenses that try to obstruct our passage. Get it?
::The crew nods again::
LEWIS: Well, get on with it!

::The plane goes WHOOSH toawrds the ACF. On the way, they spot Reaper and his dragons, a figure in armor running his ass off trying to keep up with Reaper, and a God of Fire::

GLP(Speaker system): Reaper! Where you headed?

REAPER(Shouting): That building!

GLP(Speakers): It's not a building! It's a fortress! It flies!

REAPER(Shouting): A flying fortress?

GLP(Speaker): Yeah, that's it!

::At that moment the ACF's attack drones leave their hangars and zoom towards their targets: the advancing dragons and whatnot::

LEWIS: Gun crews! Get ready!

*Reaper sees the approaching drones and hold on tightly to BD with one hand and starts casting spells with the other. The dragons are undaunted by the drones.

i will assist thee with this blarg, but afterwards will shall fight!

*The dragons shoot fireballs from their mouths at the drones and other drones are destroyed by Reaper's spells.

"These are mearly a hiderance, we have to get to Fenris now! You two keep the drones busy while I go in."

"Yes master."

*Reaper leaps off the dragon and falls to the ground. He stops in front of the door and sets down gently. He draws his sword and walks in.

Grand Lord Penguin wrote: ::At that moment the ACF's attack drones leave their hangars and zoom towards their targets: the advancing dragons and whatnot::

*jetpacks up to catch up and get out of the way of the inevitable bombing attack*

*Opens fire on drones with BFGS*

The drones' armor stops most of Blarg's fire, but the AP slugs and flechettes penetrate enough to destroy one outright, and to incapacitate or kill the pilots in several others. The buckshot, monowire net buckshot and flechettes cause several more to crash with clogged engines.

"Reaper!" May I hitch a ride on one of the dragons?"

*A voice in Blarg's head is heard only by Blarg. It is Reaper communicating magically.

"Yes, you may ride one of my dragons, RD would be happy to take you. BD is very suspicious around people other than myself."

"Thank you Reaper. (To RD) And thank you as well."

*Saddles up on RD, rides in, dismounts at door, walks in*

"The Drones look taken care of. Fenris and whatever else is in there may need a bit more punch."

Blarg draws what seems to be a 10-gauge double barreled shotgun. The unusual thickness of the barrels is revealed when Blarg opens it and loads it with two 20mm cannon shells, then closes the breech with a snap and clips it to a quick-draw sling. The stock seems to be little more than a handgrip, triggers, a massive hydraulic cylinder, and a recoil pad.

"The Ouchmaker. When it absolutely, positively, has to go away right now."

*Readies BFGS and goes in at Reaper's side*

*RD takes off after letting Blarg off.

"Don't mention it."

*Reaper walks down the corridor with Blarg beside him. Reaper holds his sword in his right and and his left hand is charged up with dark magic.

SM decides to tune in telepathically to what's going on with the others.

"Hmm... Maybe I can help with all those drones and things. There must be a power station somewhere than I can deactivate to turn off all the computers."

He walks around with his sword drawn, all out of hollow point rounds for his Uzis. After plenty of hacking, and slashing, and a few spells, he comes across somewhat of a booth type thing, which has a lightning symbol on it and reads "Generator".

"Bingo"

SM kicks the door down, stabs a mechanic in the neck, and steps over the rapidly bleeding, and dying, man as he slumps to the ground. He goes down the stairs and through a few dark corridors until he sees some huge ass generators. By the look of it, antimatter. Now he needs to figure out the control panel.

"Ok. Maybe I should check back in and see what's going on. Nahh... Those drones are probably still giving them trouble... Ok. 'Anti Matter Flow'. I bet that if I crank that really high, the generators will shut down. here goes..."

SM grabs ahold of the bar thingy and pushes it up to the max, far into the red zone. Some alarms go off, and the ground starts shaking.

"What the..."

Unfortunately, SM's bandying off cursing is cut off by the resulting explosion. The others can see a mushroom cloud rising in the distance, and they feel a shockwave. Any lights or electrical equipment in the base structures is shut down. SM climbs out of the wreckage of the power center, and goes off to find Reaper, et al.

*Strangely enough, the drones are not affected by the generator destruction but RD and BD are taking care of the little pests easily. Meanwhile, in the base, the lights go out.

Blarg: "What the..?"

Reaper: "Don't worry."

*Reaper raises his hand and a dull glow surrounds the two and some of the corridor is lit by the magic.

Reaper and Blarg are walking through the corridor when the wall in front of them explodes, filling the area with smoke. SM walks through, loading another grenade into his M79.

"There you guys are. So, what's the plan now, Reap?"

Please note that I would post, it's jus that my keyboard has gone screy again. Goddamnit. I'll post again when I have the patence to hit te buttons mre than once to et them to work.

*The glow around Reaper's hand brightens as SM joins them.

"The plan is to find Fenris and get him out. This motion tracker will find him."

*Reaper pulls out a small device with a red dot at the top, indicating Fenris' direction. Reaper explains.

"The tracker will beep when there is motion within a 180 degree arc 30 metres in front of us. White dots represent unknown lifesigns and red dots indicate friendly lifesigns."

*"No mere door shall prevent me from my vengeance against the defilers of the Arena!" With this, he proceeds to walk through the large steel hangar in front of him. The large steel door with the words 'EXPERIMENTAL ARENA PROTOTYPES: DO NOT ENTER! printed on it. Distant growls and roars can be percieved coming through the door...*

::GLP and Lewis enter the ACF from the landing bay. As they enter the first hall, the lights flicker to life. GLP looks at Lewis. Lewis shrugs::

GLP: What now?

LEWIS: Well, I guess we head to the command center.

GLP: Well, yeah, but where is it?

LEWIS: Um. Maybe the center of the fortress?

GLP: Makes sense.

::The two of them set off down the first corridor. They pass a door marked EXPERIMENTAL ARENA PROTOTYPES: DO NOT ENTER!::

LEWIS: Hm. ...nah.

::At the end of the hallway, they see a large hydraulic door with the letters SCI LAB 1::

GLP: Last door.

LEWIS: Yup.

GLP: I'm gonna go in.

LEWIS: Have fun.

GLP: You're coming too.

LEWIS: Nope.

GLP: Whatever.

::GLP uses his mastery of fire to melt a hole in the door. He enters a huge room, almost as big as the Arena, each wall lined with several floors of containment pods. One hisses open. A soldier walks out. Another opens. An identical soldier exits it::

GLP: What the...?

DOROVAN: Immortality through technology. Ingenius, isn't it?

::GLP spins around to see Dorovan standing on the fourth floor catwalk::

DOROVAN: We tested it on a few hundred clones to make sure it would work with any defects. Of course, these clones aren't immortal...that comes later. But they do have all the power and speed of an immortal, such as yourself.
::As Dorovan speaks, more and more containment pods open, each containing one psuedo-immortal::
DOROVAN: Well, now. I suggest that you all KILL HIM to test your power. You hear that? KILL HIM.

::As one, the psuedo-immortals turn their heads to look at GLP. GLP unsheathes his sword::

GLP: Let's go then!

::The psuedo-immortals all leap at once::