Si Vis Votum - RP

Sokka stood up, looking at the screen. Was he supposed to talk with this giant picture of a smiling man? He pointed at both the Baron and Rock with his thumb:

"Truly, you wouldn't take such abominations as captains! I volunteer to be the captain of this... ship."

"Oh no! Too many people!... can't take this kind of pressure... secondary orders secondary orders secondary orders— Did someone say food?!"

After PIPBOY said food, the sounds of machines whirring could be heard, and one of the doors opened. Out of it came a robotic-looking butler on an uniwheel.◊ He carried two silver plates, one on each hand- on the left plate, one could see a gigantic piece of beef, with rice and a nice, light salad, and on the other, a chocolate almond bar. He approached both Toriko and Recoome and placed the plates in front of them. He bowed, speaking in a monotone robotic voice:

"Have a nice meal."

"That's one of my many Butlertrons! Everytime you ask for something to be delivered, fixed or removed, these funny little guys will help!"

The Doctor rushed over to the Butlertron, and knocked on their head. Sokka, however, kept staring at them with widened eyes, not believing what he was seeing. He looked to the other side, trying to ignore the Butletrons, but ended up looking at the Baron. He silently cursed himself, before crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, next to Pit:

"May I make a suggestion? I can perform a scan on all of you, and not only inform who's who, but also find out who's more capable of being the Captain of the Votum!"

edited 10th Jun '12 5:19:13 PM by Stratofarius

"That's a good suggestion," said Subaru. "I'm not a good commander like Zhao Yun or Yoshihiro Shimazu, or" — she nodded toward Fate — "Sun Ce, who's known as the Little Conqueror."
She leaned on the wall, tapping her fingers together. The robotic butlers were an odd sight; she wasn't used the likes of them since Orochi fused Mid-Childa into his dimension.
Fate just nodded. Her headache, contrary to Subaru's (which seemed to be disappearing), was becoming stronger as time passed.

After a few moments of silence, Jack lowered Eviscerator-chan. She took a look around. Right, they were here to do something... weird. But a wish was involved, and... and she certainly had a wish... She reserved it in the back of her mind, and focused on her surroundings. Her eyes came to rest on the the strange doll-like red-eyed girl. She seemed... alone. Jack wasn't experienced with this, but... Lily had told her to keep an eye out for possible magical girl candidates, and, well... maybe this girl was one!

It'd be some kind of vague idea of of what to do here, at least. And that felt right to Jack. She approached the blond girl who had called herself the King of Heroes.

"Hi," she greeted her, "Um... how to say this, um... do you want to be a magical girl?"

Scott simply sat and listened as the voice spoke, either to tired or too lazy to care. When it had finished, he shouted, "Oh mighty voice-over guy! Why should I let you control me like this? The last person who did that got stabbed through the chest and exploded into coins!"

Scott really had no use this so-called wish. Afterall, it's not like he... had something he... regretted or wished to change. Scott flickered slightly, his usual monotone colour changing for a split second before returning to normal. Grabbing his head, Scott slowly stood up and examined the whole room, his smile never leaving his face.

The Baron narrowed his eyes at the boy. There were a lot of things he could tolerate, but the pale youth's attitude was beginning to grate on him. He didn't speak out, though. Hopefully, this venture would prove to be a learning experience for the grim young man. The way he held himself, you'd think he was royalty or somesuch. And if he was, it didn't matter much here. Everyone was on equal footing, socially at least. That may soon change, but he was hardly a canny manipulator. Not much use for that kind of sway over the group.

Speaking of holding sway, Heinrich turned his attention back to P.I.P.B.O.Y. Such an odd name. He'd have to ask what that acronym meant later. The cyborg nodded. "It would certainly speed things up. And who better to decide the captain, than the ship itself?"

edited 10th Jun '12 5:37:21 PM by Bindlestick

Recoome took the chocolate bar and gave it an experimental bite before taking another and smiling.

"It's not poisoned, captain!"

"Good to know, Recoome! Ye enjoy yer chocolate."

Ginyu took his coat from the ground behind Jack, putting it back on.

"I suppose ye have a point, Baron. The ship chooses."

Finally, the woman opened her eyes, grinning. "Why didn't I think of the Triforce?!" she said, "I could just wish myself to Nova!"

Kiritsugu minded Shirley while working on establishing a Bounded Field. It probably wasn't necessary, but the last time he'd failed to secure the perimeter, well... it was just best to secure the perimeter. Let them squabble about who deserves to be captain. He certainly wasn't dying for the position.

His stomach grumbled. He certainly could use some food though...

"Excuse me..." he called after the robot. "Shirley," he said, trying to wake the sleeping girl beside him, "there's food."

edited 10th Jun '12 5:55:18 PM by KSPAM

Spotting the Butlertron serving food, Scott cried out, "Food! Oh man, I haven't eaten anything good in ages!"

Moving at speeds faster than one would expect from an almost average looking man, Scott cleared the distance of the room and started grabbing food. Glancing to the side, he spotted a man with a bowtie staring at him. "What?"

edited 10th Jun '12 5:49:51 PM by Alleydodger

"Good question."

Red Arrow said out loud after the others were deciding on who should lead the group.

"How about someone who's got lots of combat and leadership experience in their belt?"

Smiling slightly as food really was brought out, Toriko was about to reach for the meal when some rude guy butted in and took her morsels. "Hahn... Got another plate somewhere?" The hunter said, putting this triviality behind her. She was a pretty forgiving person, and the guy that took her food seemed to enjoy it. It worked out in her eyes.

"Unh... I don't have a wish." Maria stated, a little nonplussed. It was more the fact that she was taken during the crucial moment and actually blocked her current desire that made it a bit ironic. "And as for leadership, probably best for the ship to decide." Pausing, the girl watched the other girl wander off. Well, at least she has a good head on her shoulders.

Taking off her cap, she began idly running her fingers through her hair as she surveyed the others. There were a bunch of shady characters that she could see, and well... it reminded her of Fawful. Best to just remain tightlipped for now.

Meanwhile, in Ultratech HQ...

"Aaaaand done! Come on, let's see Project Fulgore get off the assembly line!"

The Lin Kuei Corporation, Ultratech's cybernetics subsidy, was in a celebratory mood. Three times, they had tried making a cyborg soldier for Ultratech. Projects Cyrax and Sektor both died during the conversion process. Project Smoke broke free from his programming and ran off before he could enter the upcoming Killer Instinct tournament. But Fulgore was different. Fulgore was constructed entirely of metal and machinery, and even some leftovers from the failed attempt at a lightning cannon that the Lin Kuei's engineers had turned into claws. They gave him his own AI so it wouldn't just impale everything in sight.

The bot rolled down the assembly line, an awesome figure at six and a half feet tall and over 550 pounds. His eyes flickered on with a red glow, and the room burst into cheers. Slowly, Fulgore looked up and walked off the assembly line under his own power. He raised a fist to signal he was about to speak.

"I am Unit LK-U64," said the robot. "My purpose is to fight for...for...ERROR. FILE NOT FOUND. WHO IS MY EMPLOYER? IDENTIFY YOURSELF!"

"I am," said one grinning executive. "It is an honor to have overseen your construction, Project Fulgore."

Fulgore only returned this with a cold stare.

"What is my objective?"

"Your objective? Well, first we'll have you fight in the Killer Instinct tournament, and then when we engage in Mortal Kombat with another megacorporation, we-"

"Halt. You sound eager, full of emotion. I cannot work for someone so gleeful to send others to kill. An assassin must be dispassionate."

"Well, I'm proud you're here!"

"Killer Instinct and Mortal Kombat will not fully test my abilities. I need more than that."

"But- Fulgore, what the Hell are you doing?"

The robot had one of his pulsing blue claws pointed at the executive.

"What is your profession?"

"I'm an executive."

Without warning, Fulgore let loose a bolt of electricity from his claw, hitting the executive. As everyone gasped, he lowered the claw and the executive fell to the ground.

"Executive incapacitated."

"Hey, wait a minute, Fulgore!" said another executive. "That man oversaw your entire building process all the way from concept design! You can't thank him by electrocuting him like that!" The robot turned his head to look straight into the new challenger's eyes.

"Negative. Executive incapacitated. Voltage of electrical shot comparable to primitive law enforcement weapon known as taser. Incapable of electrocuting executive."

"You can't just go aro-" With another zap, that executive was out cold as well.

"Silence. Executives are performing badly at jobs. I reserve right to incapacitate them." The robot walked towards the nearest window. A third tried to run at him, but Fulgore hit him with the flat side of his claw, knocking him out too. "Unidentified imbecile incapacitated. Commencing escape procedures."

Fulgore swiped his claw at the window, shattering it, then grabbed it and climbed out only to find himself in the middle of a thunderstorm. He saw a plane overhead armed with what he could tell were machine guns. Before he even got a chance to terminate someone, Fulgore knew he was doomed. He dropped to his knees, raised his claws to the sky, and gave an inarticulate cry of rage, which, since he was a robot, sounded like a CD glitching up. Just then, two strikes of lightning came down and struck both of his claws. Before the pilot could react, he had already fired, and a wave of bullets was now flying through the walls, killing executives inside and destroying valuable tech. The plane was struck by the defense systems, and he crashed into the headquarters in a fireball, barely escaping its flames. The pilot crashed to the ground. He knew he had broken at least one of his legs. He spat blood out of his mouth onto the ground. He looked up, and as his vision went in and out of focus, he was able to make out an Ultratech experiment- their attempt at giving a panther human intelligence- approaching, going in for the kill.

"Well, shit."

Fulgore rose from the bed at the Voice's instructions and processed them. He got up and walked over to the group.

"I am Unit LK-U64. Identify yourselves!"

"I've beaten the hell out of a dinosaur and a two-headed demon, plus I've been running a city for two years. Name's TJ Combo. I think I can ha-"

Combo turned and saw the robot, and a look of utter terror came over him.

"Oh, hell no..."

edited 10th Jun '12 6:08:17 PM by TestYourMight

Rock actually gave a dirty look towards Sokka. He tolerated many types of unsavory people over the years. Anti - robot racists were ones he really stretched had to restrain himself towards. Along with saving the world numerous times and his heroics, one of the things he fought for was equal rights for his fellow sapient machines. The way the scared kid just outright called him and the other robot monsters without even trying to talk with them at least pissed the usually calm robot off.

At PIPBOY's suggestion of scanning everyone: "I agree with that!" Rock said cheerfully.

The Robo-butlers were not anything unusual to Rock. Dr. Light's work truly help speed along advancements in robotics technology with the rich class ordering robotic servants all the time. However, the ones on the Votum seemed to have a bit more sapience than the ones he met.....

The Blue Bomber than looked over at the Baron, the first other person he truly paid attention to other than Roy. The fellow robot seemed rather nice, sounds rather eloquent even. His design looked a bit archaic though, like something from the 1920's or 30's. Rock was immediately reminded of Red Tornado and his own creator T.O. Morrow. His scanners, however, labeled the fellow robot as a cyborg, concentrating on the brain. He found it odd that someone was able to implant a brain inside a robotic shell using tech that was so old, but he figured scieence was a bit more advanced in his dimension.

He then turned back to Roy. "New Robins?" Mega Man repeated. "You said like you didn't know that Dick beca - " Rock's eyes widened when he realized something. "OH GOSH, I am SO sorry!" the robot suddenly apologized to Red Arrow, hitting his head with his palm. "I thought you a completely different version of the Roy Harper I knew! I can't believe I didn't realize it earlier with all this talk of multiversal travel!" He was scratching the back of his head in embarrasment. "I probably look kinda like an idiot now....." he said sheepishly.

How fitting. I got the 64th post.

"Fulgore?" said Combo. "They seriously sent friggin' Fulgore after me? With upgrades and everything? They must really hate people who smash their cameras."

"Subject TJ Combo is not a target."

"Huh?"

"TJ Combo is currently training for Killer Instinct. I am not participating in that tournament."

"Hey, wait a minute!" said Combo. "You must be from a different timeline than me."

"Identify my alternate self."

"The you I'm familiar with looked a lot different. He had a turret in his head, and he shot lasers from his eyes, and he looked a lot different from you but he still had the same eyes, claws, and hair. Also, Jago stabbed him in the stomach and then meditated until a car fell on him. Alternate you, I mean, not Jago."

"Very well then. Continue with your previous actions."

"I'm just glad you aren't going to try and kill me. Now, where was I? Oh yeah. I nominate myself for the position of captain."

edited 10th Jun '12 6:45:37 PM by TestYourMight

As the Butlertron rushed into one of the doors, PIPBOY began performing a brain scan... which consisted of a few boops and beeps being made by the AI itself. As the Butletron returned with another plate of beef, the Doctor turned to LK-U64 with a smile:

"Hello there, LK-U64! I'm the Doctor, and I'm a friendly person. I'm so friendly, you could just hug and squeeze me, although I prefer if you didn't do that, because you can give me wrinkles, and then I wouldn't look so friendly and so... huggable... ish."

Sokka proceeded to ignore the madman, and instead began to glare at the boy near him. What was his name again? Rock, or something like that. Another abomination, just like the metal man:

"Alright, folks, my scans found the perfect person to be our jolly captain! His age is approximately 903 years old, he belongs to the Time Lord alien species, and he is the Doctor! Congratulations!"

Sokka let out a long groan, facepalming, and the Doctor simply smirked, letting out an "oh" and arranging his little bow tie. His smile weakened a little as he began to slowly spin, trying to look at everyone in the room:

"... Okay, people. Right now, we need to work together to figure out what we need to do, what will be our first step. First things first, introductions. Everyone will introduce themselves, so we can work as one big, united team!... If you don't remember, hello, I'm the Doctor. And I'm your captain. Who's next?"

"Mmmm..." Shirley moved in her sleep. Well, she wanted to rest because it was day-time and naturally for a vampire, that wasn't a very good idea. To be, well, out in the sun for extended periods of time. Now, they weren't on Earth, they were on a ship. "Kerry.. food? What's going on?" she sat up and looked around.

"Wha— where are WE?" okay, first of all, they were supposed to be on, well, Earth. Second, what were they doing there? Too many questions flew through her head. "Kerry, do you— wait, are you okay?" the vampire jumped from one subject to another. Well, one couldn't blame her, considering her current situation. Island and then ship, was she part of some sort of Sci-fi film? Well, she's never watched any of those, but the statement still stands.

edited 10th Jun '12 7:06:15 PM by RagnaTheSaviour

Recoome, hearing introductions were in order, headed over to Captain Ginyu.

"Captain, do you think we should?"

"Aye, Recoome. Never a bad time for it."

Recoome took a snail out of his bag and pressed down on the shell as music began playing.

GINYU'S CREW RULES! GINYU'S CREW RULES!! GINYU'S CREW RULES!!! GINYU'S CREW RULES!!!!

The two stood a little distance apart as Recoome began flexing, muscles bulging out as he came to a stop and thrust his arms upward and to the left.

"I am..."

He stood up suddenly, raising his arms high into the air.

"Recoome the Batallion! Bounty: one hundred sixty-three million and six!"

Ginyu was next, his coat flaring dramatically behind him as he drew a cutlass and slashed at the air several times before sheathing it and posing similarly to Recoome. He then shouted.

"Ginyu the Annihilator! Bounty... Three hundred and fifty million!"

The two brought their arms down and to the side before shuffling towards each other and swinging their arms overhead before touching fingertips and shouting in unison:

"We are the Ginyu Pirates!"

edited 11th Jun '12 10:24:50 AM by Krautman

"The name's TJ Combo, former Heavyweight Champion of the World, current champion of Killer Instinct, and mayor of Combo City. It's too bad I'm not captain, but I think I can still contribute in some other way." The boxer finished speaking then turned to Fulgore.

"I am Unit LK-U64, codename 'Fulgore.' I was made by Ultratech MegaCorp, but Ultratech had a disagreement with me over my purpose. My new objective: ensure the survival of this crew." Fulgore finished speaking and started trying to gauge the others' reactions to him.

edited 10th Jun '12 7:12:32 PM by TestYourMight

"Yeah, I'm fine," he reassured Shirley. "As for where we are, they call it the Votum. They say it's a ship, but I'm inclined to believe otherwise, at least until they prove me wrong. Anyway, for now, I think it's better that we eat. It doesn't look like they mean us any harm."

He offered her a canned drink, trying to keep a smile on his face for her sake.

As P.I.P.B.O.Y announced their new captain, Heinrich could only nod. While the Doctor didn't seem to have all of his faculties in check, he was a genial man and startlingly intelligent. Not captain material at first glance, but he supposed such things were more a matter of instinct than anything else. Or experience, in the Doctor's case. Over nine hundred years old, if what the AI said was true, and as far as he could tell it had no reason to lie. And a Time Lord, at that. So it was more than a mere title, then. It was a species. But how? In what environment could something evolve to the point where it completely mimicked humanity? As far as modern science could tell, Earth-like planets were few and far between. He'd have to have a talk with their new captain when he got the chance.

And so came the matter of introductions. While the Baron had introduced himself already, the influx of new arrivals facilitated going at it a second time. The machine that called itself Fulgore was... interesting, to say the least. A corporately-produced combat robot, while undoubtedly useful, still managed to make him uneasy. Still, it seemed to harbour no ill intent towards the crew and that would be enough for now. Perhaps an analysis of this machine would be prudent. Going over armaments, specifications, programming, things like that. Perhaps he could even make a few upgrades while he was at it.

The Ginyu Crew's display elicited nothing so much as a blank stare from Helsingard. A long, expressionless stare. That was... something else, he had to admit. He could only hope that their actual field work wasn't inhibited by that kind of showiness. Otherwise, they'd have a problem. One that could easily be remedied with some negotiation, but a problem just the same. Still, he supposed that their no point in letting them think the effort was wasted. He gave a small clap, filling the chamber with the sound of a steady metallic clanging.

That done, he spoke up once more, facing the majority of the group now. "I am Baron Heinrich Von Helsingrad. Though I doubt such titles as 'Baron' have much use here, so feel free to call me Heinrich or Helsingrad, if anything." A beat. "And it is a pleasure to meet all of you."

"Red Arrow."

Red Arrow introduced himself, placing his hands on his sides for emphasis.

"Formerly of the Justice League and for a short, a member of their black ops unit."

He then gritted his teeth.

"I was also a member of a group called the Light. Although that's from my brainwashing."

After his introduction, he managed to hear Rock apologizing for mistaking him for another Roy Harper.

His response?

"Okay..."

edited 10th Jun '12 8:23:37 PM by Ominae

"That's great, Kerry!" Shirley said, completely ecstatic. Kiritsugu wasn't hurt, she wasn't hurt, everything was just fine as long as they were together. Be it in a cave, under water or even in space, as long as she had him, she'd be fine.

Why are you still smiling?, she thought to herself as she reached forward for the canned drink. She opened it up and took a sip before breathing out.

"Oh, this stuff is amazing!" and she downed another portion of the soft drink. "P Hew... now, what was that about food~?"

The Voice's reassurances didn't work on the masked man.

"It's a lie... IT'S A LIE!!!"

And seeing everyone begin to talk about this whole "inside the ship of an incomprehensibly powerful being and finding some sort of terrible cosmic pwoer" thing being not that bad an idea, plus the fact that he had been scanned by the insidious AI of the incomprehensible being's ship; the man decided to huddle in the corner closest to him.

"If I stay huddled over here... They won't notice me..."

edited 10th Jun '12 8:40:05 PM by Strigon

Fulgore turned and noticed the man huddled by the corner and immediately walked over. He stopped about five steps away and pointed a claw at the man.

"Identify yourself!" said the robot. TJ thought about going and stopping Fulgore, but he knew that even if this wasn't as ruthless a Fulgore as he'd previously come across, the robot was not going to be dissuaded by a human with no superhuman abilities or weapons.

edited 10th Jun '12 8:54:10 PM by TestYourMight

"It's right over here. I'll get us some." Kiritsugu approached the "Butlerbot", and looked it in the eye. Well, they said anything...

"Two egg breakfast platters, please. One with bacon, one with ham."