"As much as I would love to see you kill that man now, we do not know whether or not he's actually useful," Maleficent said to Megatron. "And besides, we need to conserve as many prospective meat shields as possible for the upcoming battle."
She then turned to Azula. "And do not worry my dear, once we get to the sight on this accelerator machine, there will be plenty of guards to utterly destroy," Maleficent assured.
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Amber then added more details for the Overlords to hear.
"Professor Schroeder also mentioned that the Sunspot cycle will reach its peak later, which would create anti-Gate particles for the Saturn Ring system to use for about 30 minutes. This would also allow the Saturn Ring to fire the anti-Gate particle right back into the center of Hell's Gate with catastrophic results. It's only about 5 hours and 29 minutes before that part goes operational." She checked her wristwatch to see if she's right.
The Shocker Rider raised an eyebrow, leaning on a cargo box container. "Looks like things are a bit interesting."
edited 8th Mar '11 10:50:03 PM by Ominae
"I will try when we get there, but destroying a portal into Hell is not exactly easy," Maleficent magical whispers to Megatron. She then turns to Osborn. "No, she means we have only 5 hours and 30 minutes to destroy the machine before it fires on the Hell Gate, you dolt!" the faerie informs the former CEO.
edited 8th Mar '11 10:43:20 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!"Well then, where is that Bogan-accursed machine? Let's sabotage it, and be done with it." Darth Maul angrily remarked.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home."Identification? If you mean my name, then you can call me the Mighty Pete!" the cat man, Pete, arrogantly told the robot. "Now I wanna know what the ding dangity is going on here! This sure don't look like the Enchanted Dominion, the World That Never Was, or even Disney Town!"
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!BX-22 stalks from the shadows. "This Unit's memory banks state that some of the resident, who are currently in absentia, call this place the 'All-Lair'." he says.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Fawful, riding his flying platform, approached Pete with Midbus following behind. Midbus looked Pete over and snorted derisively.
"You. Say you're mighty. Doubtful," he said, crossing his arms.
Fawful opened his mouth to say something, then just facepalmed. "Okay, before we are going any further, you must have explanation to a question of me. Your pants. Just... why?"
edited 9th Mar '11 8:42:25 AM by Sir_Screwloose
Pretend there's something clever written here."Lord? HAH!! What's this Jack Spicer a Lord of, cheesy looking robot minions with unoriginal names?!" Pete said, and then guffawed at the robot.
He then turned to BX-22. "And what are YOU supposed to be, built outta Legos?" he said to the combat droid. "Anyway, the All-Lair huh? Not much of a name, that one."
Pete then looked over at Midbus. "What, you questionin' mah toughness, ya freakshow?!" he said to the porcine armadillo creature. "Why, I moiderlize ya butcher shop reject - " Pete was interrupted by Fawful's question.
This actually caused the thug some pause, as he looked down on his trousers. "Ya know I never really thought about that until now....." Pete said, scratching his head in thought.
edited 9th Mar '11 8:51:21 AM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!Boomer Kuwanger gave the other new arrival a once over. Clearing his throat, he stared down the brightly garbed cat.
"'Mighty Pete'? My sensors indicate that you are anything but mighty, if we're using an objective yardstick for relative strength," he said dismissively, his mandibles twitching slightly as he spoke.
Locking you up on radar since '09—A dry, calm voice comes from the air around Megatron's door.—
My own scans illustrate the same.
—Shockwave materialises leaning on the door, then looks to Doom's door, the single glaring red optic flickering briefly to Flandre.—
edited 9th Mar '11 9:41:46 AM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."

"My brothers!" Aragon spoke to the assembled army of men. "I see in your eyes, the same fear that would take the heart of ME.....A day may come.....when courage of Man fails. When we forsake our friends and break all bonds of Fellowship! But it is not this day! An hour of WOLVES....and shattered SHIELDS when the Age of Men comes CRASHING down....but it IS not this day! This day we FIGHT!! By all that you hold dear, on this good Earth.....I bid you to STAND!" He raised his sword into the air. "MEN!! OF THE WEST!"
"That part always gets me," said a rather large, fat, black furred, particularly
UGLY
cat
as he dabbed his eyes with a tissue. "Here comes the good part....." he said, leaning forward, putting his feet on the floor, and intently watching the movie as he munched on popcorn.
Soon a small black puddle of darkness moved around towards the couch the cat was sitting in. It soon formed into a tiny creature with glowing yellow eyes a long antennae
. It patted it three-claw hand on the fat cat's arm.
"Not now, this is the good part of the movie!" he said.
The creature climbed up on one the armrests of the chair and poked him in the arm harder in the shoulder.
"I said quick it, ya little runt!" the cat said, rather annoyed.
The creature jumped off the chair and scurried away.
..................................
A beat.
The creature landed on the cat's head.
"Maleficent wants to see me, don't she?" he said, heavily disgruntled. "Just when the good parts show up!" He picked up the remote and paused the DVD player. Then he picked up the creature from his head and tossed it away from like an old rag and got up.
"Stupid green skinned *mumble grumble mumble* cut into mah movie time *mumble mumble mumble* sassa-frassin' *grumble grumble grumble* had to vaporize my Star Wars movies *grumble mumble grumble* I'll show her *grumble grumble mumble*....." He reached the door to his chambers, and opened the door.
"Alright Maleficent, what do ya - !"
He surveyed the surrounding area, three floors of clashing indoor decoration, in the center being a long table with some type of viewing portal.
In short: No where the HELL near whatever hideout he and Maleficent were using before.
His eyes were wide and his jaw went slack, hanging loose.
A beat.
"JIMMINY CHRISTMAS, WHAT THE SAM HILL IS GOIN' ON HERE?!?" he finally blurted out.
edited 8th Mar '11 8:08:39 PM by UdtheImp
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!