It was at this point that Heinrich began to question his plan of action.
Truth be told, despite the numerous contingencies he had in place, this had not been something he expected. A direct assault had bee, for one thing, dangerously stupid and, for another, completely implausible. Unfortunately, those were two fields that Atomic Robo and his "Action Scientists" seemed to specialize in. Action Scientists. The name would make him scoff, if he was able. They were hardly scientists nowadays, no more than poorly-trained thugs with superweapons. But they came at him, time and time again.
While it was something that the aged Baron enjoyed greatly, there was a time and a place for such contemplation. Lying on the floor of what remained of his European base, his vision clouded by the slowly settling dust and his audio receptors still buzzing with the crashing of debris, was neither. Though that brought him right back to the previous topic, didn't it? They had tracked him down, somehow, some way, bearing down on his doorstep with a rifle in one hand and a test-tube in the other. The ground seemed to shudder beneath him, accompanied by a slow but steady metallic thud. Was he coming? No, he was already here.
Helsingard felt a massive hand grip his head, though at this point he could hardly feel anything. He was lifted into the air, his legs dangling limply like those of a cloth doll. Though the massive steel fingers obscured his view, he managed to catch a glimpse or two of the towering chrome warrior that held him aloft. He was a bulky thing, broad-shouldered, with limbs like tree trunks and bristling with weapons. Two eyes, an almost blinding blue, shone out, reflected slightly by his flawlessly polished chassis. The face of his enemy.
After a few tense moments, Robo's voice cut through the background noise. "So."
He said, his grip tightening. "It's come down to this. Shame, really. I think we had a good run, you and me."
The hulking machine chuckled at his own joke. Heinrich began to rifle through his pockets, his arms thankfully still free. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. Now, it was just a matter of timing.
"Ah well, no sense in getting sentimental. Any last words, Helsingard?"
Robo's grip tightened further, putting several noticeable dents in the Autrian cyborg's head. Here was his chance. In a flash, he removed his hand from his pocket and tossed something at Robo, which stuck fast to his head with an audible clang. The machine's eyes darted from the device, to Helsingard, and back to the device.
There was something else in his hand as well. A detonator, hastily cobbled together but still functional. "Give my regards to Edison.
There was a click, barely audible. A flash of white, a roaring sound that seemed to drown out everything. It was a worthwhile sacrifice, all told, even if he were to fail.
Though this was far from the end for Heinrich Von Helsingrad.
On the contrary, it was only the beginning.
The world turned to static and buzzing. Was he dead now? Was this the afterlife? Couldn't be. There was no such thing as an empirically proven afterlife, though given his encounters with the supernatural perhaps it wasn't an entirely absurd notion. What had he done to deserve such an end, then? Was this the home of martyrs or fools, or both? Though, again, this was no time for pondering, the baron couldn't help but wonder what had happened. It was only human nature to be curious about his surroundings, though at this point he could hardly be called human. Superficially human, perhaps, but not fully.
The static began to fade, as did the buzzing, giving way to new sights and sounds that only served to magnify his curiosity. He could see the world tinged in orange, as he always did, with internal start-up procedures flashing by at the corners of his vision. As the Austrian rose to his feet with a serious of clatters and clanks, he could see that he was in some sort of metal room, the walls lined with doors and buttons of unknown function. Outside, he could see the stars, stretching far past his vision. Was he in space then? And if so, what had brought him here.
It didn't take long for Heinrich to realize he wasn't alone, though in his state of confusion he hadn't paid the other captives here any heed. There were many scattered about the floor, unconscious, though it seemed that several had came to before him. Two of them looked human, one a rather grim-looking boy with a large scar across his eye, the other an eccentric young man who appeared to be waving around some strange instrument that glowed and hummed. The third passenger in their little group was something that intrigued him the most, a towering humanoid with purple skin, dressed as though he'd just stepped out of the Golden Age of Piracy. And he likely had, given his speech patterns and the look of his weapon.
Heinrich put his hands in front of him defensively, as a gesture of peace more than anything else. Everyone here seemed to be rather riled up, and they weren't going to get anything done if they were at each other's throats. Though he doubted they'd be at all calmed by the sight of a metal man dressed solely in cargo pants. I would suggest you calm yourself mister, Ginyu, was it? If we wish to escape this place, then it would be best if we refrained from violence for the time being."
He said, his voice little more than a synthesized monotone.
Hopefully, they'd listen, though the pirate didn't seem particularly reasonable.
edited 9th Jun '12 6:40:06 PM by Bindlestick