Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
By Gauntlet
Scenario B
Participants:
Tenguman & Clownman (RPD)
Mysteryman (SA)
Location: Bath, Illinois
Max. Cossack Scrap Value: 8518
SA Infantry: 1578
RPD Units: 968
Wily Bots: 755
Clown and Tengu were in deep this time. They both knew it.
They were always the odd ones out in the RPD. They never really
felt like they were a part of the team. And now they felt even
more out of place than ever.
“Sweet idea,” began Clown, “let the RPD scour
the town while we infiltrate the base.”
The two ducked down another hallway as Nightshade Joes ran past
them.
“How was I supposed to know there’d be so damn ….
Many of them down here!?”
spat Tenguman back. Still, he felt a tight knot in the middle of
his stomach.
They didn't know where they were. On their own they had discovered
a faint signal from Nowheresville Idaho. Hours of work showed them
that is was a Scissor Army signal and they were delighted. After
the last complete disaster that was laughably called a mission
they were eager to prove themselves. They went straight to Crorq.
He’d thrown his bucket of Kentucky Fried Chickens at them.
“INNNNNFIDELS!” cried the massive yellow robot, “How dare you
think of suggesting a mission to me!? You who’ve failed at
everything you do! You’re made of crap! Get out of my office!”
Tengu had snapped and responded with a curt remark. The next thing
he knew he had awoken in the medical bay. He had been shut down.
“Let’s face it,” said the goblin-based robot, “We’ve
lost all their respect. If we ever had it to begin with…”
Clown, however, remained hopeful. “You know, there’s
a new Watcher around …. We might just consider going over
that bulbous idiot’s head on this one.”
The Watcher was a young Mexican lady who’d been assigned
to the ‘Maniacs recently. It looked like even those perfect
goodie-goodies, the Mechanical Maniacs could be brought down a
peg or two.
“What do you things want?” asked Amatista. Apparently
she did not like robots.
“To stick a large pipe up Crorq’s shiny metal ass!” said
Clownman loudly and proudly. Amatista smiled. She didn’t
like robots in general, but she held a special place of hatred
for Crorq.
As a Watcher, Amatista had connections. In the end they got a sizable
contingent of troops. However, they were all retired Officer Robots
or the blocky kind of Officer Bot. All of them required handheld
guns. All of them were considered to be old technology.
Clown smiled and patted Tengu on the back. “Don’t worry.
We’ll make do. And when we carve the SA a new one, that pompous
windbag’ll have to admit we did great!”
Tengu’s recollection was interrupted with shots from Spittor
Joe. He was hit, but not lethally. He responded with a Tornado
Hold and blew the offending robot. Clownman followed the attack
with a barrel-roll assault and knocked over a bunch of similar
Joes like bowling pins.
“We have to get out of here! Call the troops!” called
Clownman. Tenguman already knew that. Why didn’t they think
they would need them?
When they arrived in Bath they found nothing unusual. No ruined
buildings … no dead bodies … there were some hundred
Wily bots in the area, but they were far off and made no attempts
to disturb the town. The mayor even asked them to leave! Said they
were disturbing the people’s peace of mind!
“He says that nobody would bother with this place,” said
Tenguman sadly. This was their worst defeat yet. They had gone
over Crorq’ head, brought a thousand troops (even if they
were walking pieces of scrap metal) and … for what?
“No! There was a Scissor Army signal!” shouted Clownman. “We
just have to find it!”
The RPD has searched for week and it was Clownman and Tenguman
who found it. A remote transporter located in an unoccupied house.
In the basement.
Naturally they thought their “army” would be useless
here. Naturally they could handle anything the Scissor Army threw
at them! They’d show everyone at the RPD what they were made
of! They charged in!
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Clown grimaced. The teleportation chamber had been too heavily guarded, so they couldn’t go back that way. Once again, in desperation, he tried calling for help. No good. The building they were sealed in must be too shielded. Or there was a generator around it. Whatever it was they couldn’t get a signal out.--------------------
Mysteryman stood idly by and as Tenguman ripped Clownman apart. He laughed lazily. This was more like it. This is how it should be.--------------------
“Where are they!?” screamed Crorq at an RPD officer.--------------------
An old man put the last bit of dirt on the two newest additions to Bath’s cemetery. He smiled as he looked down at the finished job. It was dirty work … and some people might not appreciate all the trouble he went through. But, at the end of the day, he did so like his job.--------------------