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Post by Wez on Feb 7, 2006 13:31:05 GMT -5
While all this drama was going on in an RV, something glinted in the sky out to sea, a tiny spark of light zipped back and forth and then shot towards the beach. Zizzle's ears were back, his mane and poofy tail slicked behind him with the force of the wind and his wings blurred. He had sensed, dimly, interesting technology in this direction. By 'interesting' he had a feeling it was gravitus in nature. He wished he had more than an inkling, a pale tug at his senses. Still, it boded well for his future that he was even getting inklings and senses. Machinapathy was so rare, even for his people. He zipped almost to a standstill above the sand, hovering there and looking around, his mane gone as poofy as his tail in the sharp sea air. He looked around, puzzled. He couldn't see anything that looked like an anti-gravity generator. With a small bounce, he landed, his wings going still and flexing, the light shimmering off them as they went into resting positions. Normally that meant they all turned down and lay flush to the back, but Zizzle wasn't tall enough, and his personal Hover Wings kept themselves held out. He mentally switched them to charge, a habit he'd picked up a while ago. While they ran on the power of his mind, it never hurt to have the solar battery fully charged so they could automatically make a landing in the event the pilot had lost consciousness. Zizzle crouched and patted at the ground, scooping up the sand and staring as it ran through his thick fingers. This wasn't earth like you got in the citadel. That was brown. This was yellow. He smiled widely, picking up two handfuls and sniffing at it. Sand went up his nose and he sneezed violently, falling back onto his rump. He blinked, then scrubbed at his nose with his hand, snorting little sneezes. Evidently the yellow earth was not good to sniff. He rolled up to his feet and dusted off his gloves, turning his head this way and that. His 'feeling' didn't seem to want to pick a direction. Dubiously, he looked under his feet again. "What's that?" "What do you mean?" "Look, what is that?" The whispers were coming to Zizzle's ears. He looked up and blinked. There were people on the stone wall and down either side of the beach. Some were staring at him, pointing, whispering loudly to each other. He looked blankly back. They looked wierd.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 7, 2006 21:11:26 GMT -5
Metal suddenly found himself caught in the middle of a very uncomfortable position. On the one hand, there was no way he was going to do what Talon told him, but on the other, he wasn't going to back down either. Damn either way. Hmm... Then a mischievous thought crossed his mind. A risky and dangerous thought. The robot relaxed his posture just long enough to turn to his side and fold his arms, continuing to glare. "... The lighthouse, you say?" he finally said through what sounded like gritted teeth.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 7, 2006 22:01:09 GMT -5
Talon smiled. "Yes. And you need to take it to the water pump. Then I will activate the three Gravity Well devices located next to the trashcan on the corner of West and Harrison, then the second well in the coastal diner, and the third in the plaza in front of the train station where we were introduced a moment ago." Talon sat down in his chair, looking more like he was in a throne. "Once you drop the toxins into the bay, I suggest you hightail it out of town. I will be leaving here shortly myself. I don't wish to be here when those three devices go off." Then leaning forward with a very serious look, "Everything is in place for this scheme. I realize you don't appreciate being pushed around, but you must consider the consequences of this plot. If you do as I ask, I will pull off my scheme and get away without a speck on my reputation. You will get out of this and your reputation will be better than before, and not to mention I will owe you a rather large debt." Talon smiled. "You may dislike me taking a few pictures of you, but can you imagine the improvment I could make to your design...for you...to you..." Talon tried to search the robots eyes for any form of greed. He had intended to keep his word, and from what he could tell there was certainly room for improvment on this rather intriguing machine. Then he frowned and sat back in his chair, crossing his legs and arms. "Or of couse you can fail, and my plan will be ruined, and you will be blamed for it. I lose, you lose, everybody loses. Except fot Amy and Honey who can brag about having fought Metal Sonic and becoming heroes." Talon set the canister in front of him. He was taking a great risk, and had a good chance for success. Even still, a failure would be nothing more than something he could sleep off in a night and try again tomorrow. "The clock is ticking Metal Sonic. Make your choice." and with that, he opened the door to the van behind Metal Sonic, and lowered the twenty two hidden blaster cannons from their clear shot of the target at that moment.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 7, 2006 22:52:47 GMT -5
Metal kept a solid stare on Talon as he spoke. He cared less about his plans than he cared for bribes for an upgrade. Talon had done absolutely nothing to earn his trust. Besides, him having a better reputation than before? HA! If this was pulled off he'd be the media's scapegoat! "There is a small problem with your plan," the robot said snidely. "I am sure reinforcements have been deployed now that my presence is known in addition to being related to an explosion. Do you think it wise I walk in broad daylight with your precious cargo and no way to conceal my identity?"
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Post by Wez on Feb 7, 2006 23:13:01 GMT -5
The people all looked different, that was what must be wierd. Back home, everyone looked more or less the same. Some tall, some short, many different colours, but all unicorns. Zizzle put on his best cheerful smile and waved. A few people waved back. That was comforting. "Excuse me, but could you direct me to the nearest public information point?" he asked of the nearest person. The answer was Station Square, and she wouldn't stop staring at his horn. He thanked her politely and headed in the direction she indicated, wings buzzing slightly behind him.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 7, 2006 23:41:06 GMT -5
"Hmmmm. I do not have any cloaking devices on hand." Talon stroked his chin. "But I imagine I could make say....a cloaking suit. Yes something like your old robes only with the capacity to manipulate energies around them. Yes. It will take about an hour. Then you'll just throw it on, step outside and viola! You'll be invisible for however long the battery lasts. If you would be so kind. I prefer peace and solitude while I work." And Talon made a guesture to usher his companions out of the vehicle, as he turned around and started rummaging through a parts bin.
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Post by Riyami on Feb 8, 2006 0:21:46 GMT -5
Isis slowly got up from her slightly reclined position and walked closely past Metal towards the back of the truck.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 2:02:18 GMT -5
Metal eyed the jackal distrustingly as she passed by before following into step. Once at the door he carefully glanced around for any unwanted people who might spot him before stepping out. Wandering back behind the truck toward a vacant alley he hunkered himself down beside a large dumpster. He doubted anyone was gonna come looking for him there. Eggman liked his presence to be known, an alley just wasn't flashy enough. Idly he wondered about the situation he'd inadvertently found himself in, as well as what he was gonna do to get himself out. Talon sure wanted that canister to get where it was going pretty bad. Well, Metal was determined he was going to be a thorn in the reptile's side by seeing to it that it didn't make it. He just hoped the thing wouldn't be rigged with another explosive; he wasn't sure how well his body would be able to stand up to another strong blast. There was also the matter of the cloak. It was almost for sure the thing would be bugged or have some sort of tracer. Metal would have to be sure to give it a thorough inspection later - really, he could just get rid of it, but why waste something that could be reverse-engineered? Well, Metal thought, it was going to be a wait until he could progress any further, so he had plenty of time to consider things. He idly grabbed an empty soup can laying next him and began carving it as quietly as possible with his talons, allowing his thoughts to drift.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 9:42:43 GMT -5
As Talon began working he began frowning. He was no fool, and he had finally deciphered the odd hissing noise Metal Sonic had made. It was a sound of spitting. No one spits at someone else one minute, and then becomes an ally the next. It seemed to convenient. And then Talon looked over the exchange again and again in his head. "It's far to easy. I had better be sure." The scan of Metal Sonic was far less fruitful than Talon had hoped. He had gotten body dimensions, and a surface scan. It was enough to make an overlaying shell that fit him perfectly, but he wouldn't have been able to recreate anything on the inside. "I should put a bomb, or an electo-magnetic detonator, or pictures of Amy when she's cranky inside of the shell. Failsafes for treachery." Then Talon got an idea. A brilliant idea. As he looked upon his work, he slowly caressed the metal shell with his gloved fingers. "Magnificent. Absolutely beautiful." The shape was distinctly looking like Metal Sonic. A sleek shining shape of Titanium. "I'm not going to put a bomb inside. I'm going to put a cloaking device within...just like I said." Talon adjusted the workings of the interior, and then located just a cheap, standard issue, remote control robot. These robots were sometimes used to take his place at public appearances, and looked just like him. Fitting the Metal Sonic head and body over the robot made it nearly indistinguishable. The stomach would have to be drilled out to look the same, but the effect was worth it all the same. "Yes, Metal Sonic shall do as I command. Even if its not the real one." Talon laughed, and began making his final preperations.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 11:09:23 GMT -5
Zizzle was starting to get a little creeped out by all the stares he was attracting. He'd been warned about this in his mission debriefing. As far as everyone else knew, Unicorns were extinct. He'd been told to expect a lot of attention and where possible, keep out of sight. That was a bit optimistic of the council, they'd admitted as much. Besides, finding possible replacements for the old anti-gravity engines was his top priority. Once he reached Station Square, he sighed, shoulders slumping. So that was why he couldn't get any direction on his 'feeling'. There was technology everywhere. Flashing signs, powered doors, vehicles. With wheels. Bizarre! Zizzle turned around fully as he walked, looking up at everything. What on earth was powering these machines and devices? It wasn't psionic, it gave him a feeling like he was standing right on the outer wall of the citadel, staring out into the roaring black wall of cloud.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 11:30:19 GMT -5
Metal finished what had absent-mindedly become Eggman's insignia. Humming at it, he tossed it beneath the dumpster and pondered what he could do to occupy himself. He was beginning to get restless. Talon had better be finished soon, he decided, or he was just going to leave without that cannister.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 11:46:21 GMT -5
The project was complete, and not a moment too soon. Everything was coming together at last. The "New Metal Sonic" looked enough like the original to be accurate, but of course without all of the trimmings. The alloy was weaker, the machine was slower, and Talon regretfully had to waste an Anti-Gravity pad to get it to fly. He programmed in instructions for the machine to go straight to the pump and drop the canister. All of Talon's assistants had gathered and left already, and it was Talon's turn. He thought for a moment about Isis, and the prototype arm she had. Then he chuckled, "If she wants answers, she'll come an find me. And maybe, Metal Sonic will desire his revenge for this humiliation as well." Talon contacted the driver over a speakerphone, and the RV started up. It began its drive out of town, and the Metal Sonic clone began its journey. "Fare thee well my pet. And goodbye Station Square!" The countdown had begun.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 12:00:58 GMT -5
Zizzle looked around as he heard a heavy rumble, then jumped and activated his wings to get out of the way of the large vehicle. It really was a monster size, he watched it pass by below and then flittered down in its wake, watching rubbish coil and skitter in the air behind it. He blinked, getting another one of his feeble feelings. He turned around and looked down the road the vehicle had come down, frowning slightly. Maybe his feeling was right after all and it was just taking time to filter through all the other noise. He zipped in the opposite direction to the RV.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 13:08:32 GMT -5
Metal's attention snapped to full alert when the RV engine suddenly roared to life. Scrambling to his feet, accidentally knocking over a smaller trash can in his haste, he bolted for the alley's entrance. Talon was leaving?! But...! The robot's eyes flashed. He had been tricked! For a brief moment he considered taking off after the RV, but then he remembered something else... The lighthouse. That cannister was to go to the lighthouse. Surely Talon wouldn't just up and leave without having sent that thing off somehow, not after his amount of insistence. If he was gonna stop or at least find anything out, it was gonna be there. The robot rose up from the ground a few inches, preparing to blast himself off. At the last second he noticed something coming toward him. It was small and it was... flying. It didn't look like a bird, nor a bad or insect... In fact, as it got closer, he realized its wings were mechanical. Convinced this thing was somehow connected Metal waited until the strange horse was in range, then leapt out and tackled him.
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 13:43:53 GMT -5
Zizzle saw a blur of blue out of the corner of his eye before something heavy and hard slammed into his legs. He squealed, his wings whining as they compensated for the extra weight, his instinctive response was to try to whoosh upwards. "Lemme go!" he squeaked, wings holding them several feet off the ground still. He could feel the strain of effort in the back of his head. This was daft, he was going to hurt himself. He cut power to his wings and they thudded to the ground.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 14:13:56 GMT -5
"Where is that cannister?!" Metal demanded as the two tumbled downward.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 14:29:28 GMT -5
(Woo! Reaching the climax point. ;D Cool! I just want to make sure I won't be reprimanded by anyone OOC for destroying a part of station square. >.> Been working up to it the whole topic and everything is like...all set and ready.) "Twenty yards and closing." The blip was closing in on the lighthouse, and apparently had not been noticed. Talon was out of the area, and everything was set. He produced a small box with a saftey-locked switch on it. Lifting the cover he dazzled over the button for a moment. "As soon as the blue light on the panel turns on, I will be informed that the drone has completed his mission, and the water will be polluted. Then this button with rupture the oil lines, smother the beaches in oil, and cause large eartquakes and beautiful chaos. Ten yards, and counting. HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 15:21:22 GMT -5
Metal looked the unicorn over quickly. Nothing! He raced his scanners over the surrounding area. Still nothing! He didn't have it! Jumping off the boy and wasting no further attention on him the metallix shot himself into the air like a bullet. He didn't have time to mess around - if he didn't hurry the way would be ruined. This wasn't about saving Emerald Coast though. He wasn't a hero by any means. This was about PRIDE!He kicked his engine into full throttle as he rocketed across the sky, a mere blur to the naked eye below. Emerald Coast was a beach set within a bay, with many smaller sandy islands surrounding it. The islands were stable enough to built on, and most had bridges connecting each other. The lighthouse was set somewhere in the middle of these islands, it would take a normal person ages to reach it on foot. Metal, having been designed for pure unbridled speed and air travel, was there in mere seconds. As the island and lighthouse came into closeup detail, he noticed a strange reading shifting toward the door. Almost like... something had been cloaked. AH HA! he thought accusingly. Landing himself on the bridge he practically ripped the door from its hinges as he barged inside.
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 15:48:07 GMT -5
With only a few feet to spare, Talon was eager at his controls. But the poor robot with the pollutant canister had doom rocketing towards it from behind. It turned off its cloaking, and removed the shell covering its face producing a mug in the exact likeness of Dr. Talon. It reached over to drop the canister as Metal Sonic burst into the door. [dice=6][rand=61967880909165333435530541970026995409190811269240094349477265395]
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Post by Riyami on Feb 8, 2006 17:25:35 GMT -5
She Looked to the RV as it drove away and sneered slightly. It seems things werent going to be as easy as she had hoped, yet she still needed answers and she wasnt about to give up as to let what she needed simply drive away.
She quickly glanced around and spotted a nearby Fire escape jutting out from a tall building. As Metal sonic skid from which the alley he took refuge she quickly lept up the fire escape's stairs and onto the nearby rooftops, quickly following the RV , jumping from roof to roof ((yay rooftop vaulting!!)) as it winded down the roads. As the RV decelerated on arriving at a red stoplight on it's way out of the square, she quickly dove to the edge of the roof nearest to the intersection.
She quickly looked down and lept off the side, while decending she folded her cloak's hood back over her face as small click could be heard from under the cloak's interior. Her image quickly melded with the negative space around her body as the cloaking mechanism made her seem to dissapear completley. She landed on a lightpole jutting out just above the RV, making it seem to onlookers that the pole was simply waving in the city breeze. She then swung down from it, Gently boarding the RV so that she made as little noise as possible.
When there she kneeled down close to it's canopy and firmly established her grip, bracing for the ride ahead.
If the lizzard wants to leave the square then so be it....It did not matter, She would allow him to choose the place of thier disscussions.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 17:30:50 GMT -5
[dice=6] Metal paused when he saw what was revealed under the cloaking device. Another robot... modeled in his image. ... HIS image! That bastard copied him!Metal's eyes blazed with red hot fury, preparing to tackle the doppelganger right there, until... it removed its face to reveal Talon's. For a split second the metallix had been caught off guard, then his rage returned twice fold, noticing what he was about to do. Metal shoot himself at him, slamming into the robot head on and causing the cannister to fly from its hand and roll across the floor. His talons raised into the air - he was going to slash that face off! [dice=6][rand=8741266286958048508742315694285271547711447616259315309839723774]
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 17:34:10 GMT -5
[dice=6] Metal Sonic took a swing, but the robot had started reacting sooner. He gave a swift kick knocking Metal Sonic off. Neither were damaged, and Metal Sonic was recovering quickly. The Robot made a quick roll to attempt and collect the canister and proceed with his directives. (Metal Sonic has scanners. XD) [dice=6][rand=8959575825557025698804592740727686383034258090914188532094882322]
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 17:38:46 GMT -5
Zizzle saw the blue robot go rocketing off, then blinked, picking himself up. It could fly. He kicked back up into the air and zipped after it, his wings buzzing high as he pushed himself to keep up. Gaining on the robot was just not an option. He was so fast it was unbelievable. Zizzle flattened his ears back, struggling for every drop of speed he could muster. He was the fastest in the citadel, if he couldn't keep up with the anti-gravity robot, no-one could. A tall building drew closer, and he slowed as he saw the robot attack replica of himself. Confused, Zizzle turned a tight figure of eight to spend more momentum, then looked down at the object bouncing away. It looked like they'd dropped something in their awkward 'hugging' thing. He dived to reach it before it could get lost.
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(she's all yours, you posted before I'd finished replying, XD) [rand=4164850924419722792050337661833470683179621907457422836038405877]
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 17:40:52 GMT -5
(I gone and rolled a 6. to challenge for possesion of the Canister. ;D) (EDIT: Ha ha. It's cool.) A blurred third figure whisked into the fray. On one side, Metal Sonic was closing in for the kill, and this new creature had similar intentions. But combat was not this robots directives. It turned around with a start and raised the caninster, ready to fling it into the pump. [dice=6] [rand=97030734989166714460042458994402343532025126845167524853207007169]
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 18:03:06 GMT -5
[dice=6] Metal dove, grabbing onto the cannister. Unfortunately, it seemed the other robot wasn't prepared to let go, and so a game of tug-of-war began. Growling, Metal attempted kicking his leg out to knock the other's feet out from under it. [dice=6][rand=9508635110873435430707216603502751001647174097413144394386652135187]
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Post by Wez on Feb 8, 2006 18:10:29 GMT -5
Zizzle zipped back and forth, watching the cannister be wrenched back and forth. What was going on? Why were they pushing against each other so hard? This wasn't how people hugged ... maybe it was how robots hugged.
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Post by L on Feb 8, 2006 18:22:50 GMT -5
There was a commotion outside. He hoped that Metal Sonic hadn't followed him, or that reptile for that matter. He opened the door to see a spectacle: two robots and a unicorn (who happened to be flying by some odd course of events) fighting. He quickly eyed the situation. They were fighting over what appeared to be a rather large soda can.
A soda can? Two robots wouldn't really have the need for a beverage. And the unicorn he could care less about. Sod the unicorn, he was thirsty. He propped himself in the doorway and flung himself out towards the scene, wrapping his jaws around the can as he impacted. This was one big soda can.
[dice=6][rand=3857719527210403714144183877784178159095687525520959732945147619293]
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Post by Mage's Brother on Feb 8, 2006 18:35:55 GMT -5
[dice=6] The Jaws of the the Lobster and the claws of the Metal Sonic were more that one Robot could combat Its fingers slipped from the canister of vile mutagenic pollutants leaving it in the grasp of the other two. Instead of making another reach for it, the robot decided to kick it into the air and out of the hands of the other two. It adjusted its trajectory so a good solid kick would land it in the pump as planned. [dice=6] (Goodness. This is crazy. XD Now all we need is for Amy and Honey to come in and make plays for it too.)[rand=24989866421512086088490742836877245104978420675785801382005529305]
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Post by Jamie Lee on Feb 8, 2006 18:50:26 GMT -5
[dice=6] Metal growled, swinging the cannister in an attempt to dislodge the lobster's jaws from it, the other robot came in with it's kick, but unfortunately the cannister couldn't be wrested from either Metal or Crunch's grips. Metal jerked and twisted his arms - that was one persistent lobster! [dice=6][rand=49218722750823748791047885535892916193567978430516029172067353903]
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Post by L on Feb 8, 2006 19:05:30 GMT -5
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His teeth slipped, and he went flying into the side of the light house. He landed nonchalantly and began scuttling up the side of the tower. There was no way he'd give up that easily. "GIVEMECANNOWORISNAPYOU." He cried as he lunged again and tried to wrap his jaws back around it.
[dice=6][rand=8975125825492479058009349810605684365799687101884533535251365267305]
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