Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
By Rebel, Naop, Regulus
Scenario E
Participants:
Mysteryman (SA)
Ringman (W)
Armored Assassins (C)
Location: Nonsteropolis,
US
SA Troops: 972
RPD Troops: 699
Wily Troops: 701
December 2nd, 20XX
10:00 AM
Ring Man stomped toward the massive city, his head lowered so no
one around him could see his face. He had been preparing for this
moment for a month now, yet it seemed as though everything he learned
had been washed out of his mind in seconds.
Behind him was Wily's army--Not the whole thing, mind. Oh no, Wily
had plans of his own, and didn't plan on sending his entire force
into one area, even if it was the infamous Nonsteropolis, a site
where his first attempt at world domination was located. Instead
it was a small platoon of Wily's forces: Metools, Sniper Joes,
Battons, etc. You name it, Wily had it.
Then there was him, of course. He was the only Robot Master who
was sent with this batch, which meant that he was practically the
guy in charge of these cretins. Strangely, he felt his ego swell
with this thought, although he knew Wily would be keeping tabs
on him as he was still a Cossack-brand robot. Not like he could
blame him--He didn't necessarily trust the old coot either.
Things had changed since then. He was definitely more serious and
planned on crushing the RPD in this war, starting with their headquarters
located in this sector. The Scissor Army was also a problem...
but he would leave the other units to them while he slowly made
his way to his destination.
"Sure hope I don't see the other Comrades..." Rebel muttered
under his breath, before stopping to turn his head and stare at
his fleet. They all stopped in their tracks, obediently waiting
for an order. Cautiously, he raised his hand and flicked his wrist
forward, before darting off into the city, a ring in each hand.
Destruction was nigh.
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In a parking garage far away from the raging battle, two powerful Robot Masters were discussing the details of a secret operation in the back of a large grey van. One of them was an extremely large robot with bright blue eyes that glowed with an icy aura. The other appeared to be modeled after a Cherokee Indian. He had a single action army revolver slung on his side and he was tossing a tomahawk into the air and catching it as the larger robot spoke to him in a thick Russian accent.--------------------
A police bot was marching through the street, searching for any attacking robots belonging to the Scissor Army. Unlike the rest of it's unfortunate unit, it was the sole survivor from a previous onslaught of the rogues, but he still courageously continued onward, determined to continue it's duty as programmed. Little did it suspect a sharp blow to the back of the head as a Ring Boomerang plowed into it's skull, causing it to cave in on itself before collapsing to the ground, ceasing to exist. The boomerang, it's mission completed, casually returned back to it's owner's hand.--------------------
Ringman observed the streets looking for anything out of the ordinary. Other than the occasional stray RPD bot or Scissor Army Joe, however, he had little to work with.--------------------
Tomahawkman listened to the heavy metal pouring from the stereo of his truck as he examined the directions Blizzardman had given him. "He could have just said, 'Take a right on this street.'" He sighed.--------------------
Ringman pressed his body up against the wall. "Shit!" He muttered to himself. "That guy's pretty big, too. What to do..." Ringman spied a broken rear-view mirror on top of a heap of trash in a dumpster close by. "Aha..." He smiled, taking the mirror and angling it to view around the corner. He saw the large Indian robot rolling up the window to the driver's side and take off.--------------------
As the large Pepsi truck pulled out onto the street, Ring Man inched back, not wanting to get caught again. He knew something was fishy from the moment he saw the truck. The driver looked especially out of place. Furthermore, it belonged to Pepsi--that alone was enough to warrant a closer inspection.--------------------
Regdar made his way through the streets until he found a large building with the letters "RPD" across the top. "Finally." He said with a sigh.--------------------
Meanwhile, Blizzardman was sitting in the driver's side of his large white van, looking at a computer screen. "Now try and find as many research files as you can while you're planting those bombs, T. Hawk." He reminded.--------------------
“This is boring. Almost like a game… an easy one at that.” Mystery Man thought, as he stood atop a skyscraper, his cape moving wildly with the wind. The city had already been partially leveled by the Ascendant Androids. All that was left was to take over, and one of the most technologically advanced cities in the world, would belong to the mighty Scissor Army.--------------------
In the building, one of the functioning Scissor Joe com-links was going off. Blizzardman picked it up. "Unit 475. What is your status report?" The voice demanded.--------------------
Taking a moment on what to do next, Ring Man noticed the Indian-theme robot pick something off the ground, possibly belonging to the officer. He was still in a state of shock from what had happened to the poor guy, especially so given the fact that it all happened so quickly. Whoever this robot was, he knew he had to watch out for.--------------------
BlizzardMan had one foot on already inside his van, but he suddenly felt like he was being watched. Slowly stepping back, he ignited his snow generator… at least 30 Joes from the Scissor Army were surrounding him. Apparently, the man he had just insulted through the com-link, had taken it a bit too seriously…--------------------
“Damned Cossacker…” MysteryMan thought to himself as he looked through a pair of digital binoculars. He had already guessed the identity of his target, and that duplicated his anger. If there was something he hated more than being insulted, it was being insulted by some ally of Cossack’s.--------------------
"I'm wondering if the frailty of one's ego is directly proportional to the size of it..." Blizzardman thought to himself looking at the slowly advancing Scissor Joes. He grabbed the only important items out of his van: his laptop, and his trench coat which had taken off while driving. He put the laptop into his coat pocket, as the coat was large enough to hold entire laptops, and began slowly backing towards the ledge.--------------------
The clang of robotic steps could be heard on the distance. BlizzardMan was still alert, and he didn’t expect the SA boss, whoever he was, to make such a frontal approach. As the figure came closer, Blizzard noticed it was no enemy, it was his own comrade: TomahawkMan.--------------------
Blizzardman shifted his body to cushion the blow, allowing the tomahawk to glance off his shoulder plate. He felt a sharp pain as it scraped him. He grabbed his now-undead friend by his wrist and began rotating his upper body, spinning his attacker around faster and faster, creating a white blur. His targeting computer targeted a destination, and Blizzardman launched Tomahawk into a telephone-pole, denting his friend's back where the pole hit him.--------------------
Ringman lurked through the base, avoiding the dim-witted and underpaid guards who cared so little about their job they were waiting until the end of the day so they could punch out and go home.--------------------
Blizzardman was woken out of his despair by a com-link call.--------------------
Regdar, who had finished communicating to Blizzard, removed his hand from his com link and let out a small sigh. He had no idea if this guy would end up stabbing him in the back or...--------------------
Regdar looked at the guards. "Shit..." He muttered. He held up the detonator. "NOBODY MOVE!" He yelled.--------------------
"Had enough?" Blizzardman asked Mysteryman. He had smashed his glass dome and had crumpled his metal skull into a horrible mess.--------------------
The building collapsed on it's self, followed by several others next to it as Ring Man watched with intensity in the distance. Although no one could see it because of his helmet, he had a large grin spread across his face.--------------------
Regulus sat in his room in Cossack's base. He had hung up Mysteryman's cloak as a trophy in his room. He sighed, a little dismayed he wasn't able to bring back a mangled metal frame to mount on his wall. He got up and began strolling the base. Dr. Cossack met up with him.--------------------
Zymeth walked slowly through the citadel, musing over the scenes of horror with a smile. Suddenly, the dim light was illuminated by light blue light. He spun around to find a gigantic Russian staring at him.--------------------
December 3rd, 20XXFin.
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