— The door opens, and a massive, finneoned silhouette is framed in red, an equally sanguine, singular optic glaring down on the rotund megalomaniac. —
We desire all the information you possess.
— The figure seems to chuckle, though it could have been a cough. —
You really must improve your firewalls, Doctor.
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."—The Decepticon nodded as he took the disc, dispensing a roll of toilet paper as he did so.—
Thank you, Doctor. So nice to see a reasonable character.
—Shockwave then stomped out, gently closing the door as he went. —
edited 30th Dec '10 11:51:03 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."Jack returned to his lab. He needed time to think. To regroup. These people were powerful, there was no doubt about that. He'd have to build new Jackbots. He sifted through a pile of machine parts, trying to remember the schematics. He'd probably have to add in a few more features, like a speach function for some intelligent conversation. As he went over it, he wondered if any other Lords had constructed minions. As he retrieved the blue prints, he made a few modifications here and there. He'd probably have to build it by hand. He never really understood reality warping. He finished with the modifications and was just about to start work when he heard a cold, metallic voice behind him.
"UNIT 000000001 ACTIVE. HOW MAY THIS UNIT SERVE LORD JACK SPICER?"
Jack turned towards the voice. Before him stood a Jackbot, just as he'd imagined it. "Well, how about that. Fetch me a drink." The Jackbot saluted and floated off to who knew where.
edited 30th Dec '10 11:50:00 PM by Monkeyface
Urgh...
Gendo sat himself up and took a look around.
It can't be.
"Akagi. Status report on Unit-01."
A blonde woman in a lab coat standing aside a computer called to another woman in what appeared to be a uniform. "The repairs have been completed, sir. Unit-01 is at 100% and operational."
Hmm.
Both women melted away into the same orange-gold dust as the cigarettes. Gendo stood and stared at the purple giant-Unit-01- and suddenly, he was standing on a catwalk suspending near its collar. He gave a studying eye- Perhaps... - and turned to walk towards a maintenance door at the opposite end. It opened with a slide and hiss; once through, he was in his room again.
I see.
He checked a drawer in his desk and loaded a pistol he retrieved from it.
edited 30th Dec '10 11:55:46 PM by DaveScooter
The Zabrak stood quietly through all of the fanfare; he didn't even react to the earthquake, nor to the Nomad's appearance. When the Lords and Ladies parted, he went in search of a proper room to set his base of operations in. He found one soon enough, a small, Spartan apartment not unlike the one he had on Coruscant. He looked around, and found the thing he was looking for: a small holo-projector. He activated it, but nothing appeared but static. Odd, he thought. I should be able to contact my master through this...
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.-Zod returned to his room, which he now noticed was composed entirely of Kryptonian sunstone crystal-
So, I'm being forced into a game for the amusement of a group of godlike entities, and my cohorts are all either lunatics, megalomaniacs, imbeciles, or some combination of the three.
-a throne emerged from the crystal and he sank into it with a sigh-
I must plan my next move carefully. That creature told them not to kill, but these fools couldn't contain their violent urges if Rao himself told them to...
edited 31st Dec '10 7:28:36 AM by GabrielGloom
The feedmonitoring Doom's room suddenly went dark as a black, viscous substance seemed to wash over the lens of Robotnik's monitoring device. The last thing the good doctor would have seen before the feed cut out was a quintet of glowing, baleful red orbs that seemed to be staring into his very soul, and as the screen dissolved into static a horrid voice like the Earth being rent asunder growled,
GET OUT.
The Danse Macabre CodexHuron was stalking the halls of the compound. His initial fury at being caged like some animal was now subsiding, but his desire to escape and wreak bloody vengeance upon everyone who had done this to him still burned bright. For now, though, he would bide his time... cooperate with the other beings here... and when the time was right, discard them in order to allow his escape.
Sigma simply took in the visage and apparent capabilities of his captor, and not skipping a beat he stepped back into his throne room.
"How... unexpected, Sigma. I would have expected something far more frugal, the better to use in day to day operations. However, it appears you're operating at full capacity." a voice coolly greeted him.
Sigma genuinely smiled for the first time since he got there.
"Indeed... how about we get down to business?"
"Let's."
Locking you up on radar since '09-Dr. Horrible was thinking. If he understood what was happening, and he thought he did, this could be a real opportunity. Hire himself out to one of the others (in a manner of speaking) as a henchman. Then, he could learn some insider tricks from some of the professionals, and since the ELE likely wasn't tracking this, he would still be eligible for membership! With the skills he could learn here, he could get back to his world, gain access to the League, finally show up Captain Hammer, and then... rule the world!-
-He let out an evil laugh, just like he'd practised. Then he remembered he was monologuing internally, and hastily downgraded it to a malicious chuckle-
"One thing, though- apparently the eldest goat is the bastard child of Muhammad Ali and the Hulk." ~ Exelixi, on The Three Billy Goats Gruff.“Move you buffoon.” A quiet voice said behind Eggman. The voice turned out to belong to a small girl, barely five foot in height. She had grey hair, which was also a surprise as she didn’t appear to be older than 13. She appeared to be mostly human…mostly as she did have what appeared to be six black wings jutting from her back and a book with a cross on it floating beside her. The cross however had seemed to swap out its arms with blades, making it look decidedly unfriendly.
She reached out and with a strength that seemed beyond her small size, pushed the larger man out of the way as she walked calmly into the middle of the center room.
“Now then, can any of you tell us what in the nine hells is going on?”
The Reploid's mandibles twitched as he heard Sigma explain his plans.
"Very well... so what am I to do?" he asked.
"Simple: guard this place until my return, and retire all who attempt to enter without permission. I am going to explore our prison for now..." With that, the former Maverick Hunter commander walked back out of the throne room, his red cape billowing gently behind him.
"Now, where to start...?" he muttered to himself, not noticing those present.
edited 31st Dec '10 1:29:47 PM by Flanker66
Locking you up on radar since '09

— A massive fist pounds on the genius roboticist's door. —
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."