The Business of War
Orchestrated By C.M. Rich (Magnetman)
Viet Cairo To The Rescue!
By Plant, Regulus, Zerkai
Scenario J
Participants:
Armored Assassins (C)
Gila Gladiators (W)
Armored Assassins (W)
Location: Cairo, Egypt
Max. Cossack Scrap Value: 6,972
SA Infantry: 1,690
RPD Units: 1,056
Wily Bots: 421
Time: 4:30PM
Location: Deserted Apartment Complex, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD
“There’s
no point in this… why bother following that bastards orders
now?”
Bitgirl muttered. She and Sonicgirl were waiting in an abandoned
apartment complex, the rendezvous point for the team after they
split up to scout. They were the first group back, and had to wait
for the others to return.
“…” Sonicgirl kept silent. She knew her teammate
was upset, but it was better for her to work it out on her own,
which would be easier if she just kept talking by herself.
“He just sent us out here, after that stupid mission in Berlin.”
“…”
“We almost lost Jose, and you too! And Zerkai…”
“…”
“And why are we even in this war now!?”
“… Zerkai.” Sonicgirl finally entered the conversation.
“…” This time Bit was the quiet one. The two
stood there in silence, until they heard the sound of footsteps
approaching. Each one got ready to attack in case it was the SA.
Luckily, a gray shark fin/helmet half-way through the door told
them it wasn’t.
“Damn! Remind me not to get you two pissed” the jaws
inspired RM laughed as he ran into the room, carrying what looked
like three rifles in his arms, his dull grey armor had a few scorch
and burn marks on them.
“… Do I even want to ask what happened?” The
yellow clad RM raised an eyebrow, looking at the weapons.
“No, not really.” Dynaman was the next in, carrying
two more rifles in one arm.
The other 5 remaining members of the GG soon ran into the room
one after the others, Torchman and Oilman were carrying some SA
weapons as well.
“… I see you’ve encountered some enemies.” Voltman
noticed some of the scorch marks, and small cracks in their armor.
“No shit Sherlock.” Sharkman chuckled “We jumped
a squad of those SA Joes. But man, I think those thigns are getting
smarter” He raised his left arm, there was a long cut into
his armor, almost going from end to end of his armor.
“That looks like it hurts...” Wavegirl tilted her head.
“Nah, just superficial...” Shark shrugged.
”Alright then. Now that we’re all here… I have
some news.” Torchman leaned against the far wall.
The GG stopped their discussion and turned to him. Wave, Bit, and
Sharkman sitting on the floor while the others stood up.
“Now… we aren’t expected to face this threat
alone this time.” Torch started.
“That’s a surprise…” Bitgirl muttered
to herself
“… We’re getting back up this time. Four other
Robot Masters will be assisting us now.”
“Cool… who are they?” Wavegirl asked. This would
be her first chance working with another team.
“And when are they arriving?” Jose looked around the
room.
“Actually it should be any minute now…” Torchman
was looking at a timer in his visor, which just went down to 0:00.
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Time: 5:00PMLocation: Deserted Apartment Complex, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD
“I don’t
really think you lot would need any help anyways.” A grave
voice came through the old, wooden door as it burst open with a
kick. “There’s nothing close to our level in this city
aside from that small platoon of Special Forces from the Robot
Poopyhead Department.”
A purple-clad android slowly walked in, followed by a big, bulky
robot, with giant fans on his shoulders, a red, Arabic themed robot
with a turban on his head, and a Samurai-esque robot, holding a
spear in his hand. The leading robot held up a crushed SA Joe Visor.
Plantman.
Windman.
Flameman.
Yamatoman.
“You guys missed one, I guess, it was hiding around the street
corner with a rifle.” Windman grunted and threw a rifle on
the ground—unfortunately, the rifle was nearly snapped in
two. “I guess I overdid it a little…”
“Either way.” Plantman looked out of the window, his
petals flowing in the wind. “We won’t be alone. Old
man was only able to assemble about four hundred troops to us.
But this time, we got backup.”
“Who would that be?” Sharkman looked at the four Assassins,
his hands scuffling through the rifles, organizing them. “Wily
didn’t say he’d send anymore reinforcements, old bastard…”
“Never said it had to be on Wily’s side, did it?” Plantman
laughed loudly, opening up a private transmission. “Hey,
Fox, you guys in the city yet?”
“We’ll meet you in the Citadel of Salahideen.”
“Alright…it’s nearly dusk, can we move out,
people?” Yamatoman looked around outside. “By the way…two
scouts from Poopyville.”
“Leave them to us.” Flameman grumbled angrily as he
walked out of the door with Windman, walking out of the apartment
complex.
“Identify yourselves.” The police officers faced the
two robot masters, holding out their RPD badges.
“Ah, RPD people, what a pleasant surprise.” Flameman
faked a smile, as both Windman and him held up their Interpol Badges,
their weapons were secretly charging.
“Interpol Agents Armored Assassins, identified and recording…” The
Robotic Officer’s scanners went through the two robot masters. “Sending
message to HQ in Cai-“
A flaming twister engulfed both officers, incinerating their circuits,
the robot masters exchanged a smug smirk before they grabbed the
remains and headed in.
“That was short and easy.” Plantman said, closing a
small laptop screen. “They managed to block the Sky Fortress’ Satellite,
and the SA probably blocked Interpol’s.”
“Can we move out now? Dynaman produced a C4 from his back,
placing it on a wall. “Destroy any and all evidences.”
“Throw the Officers out, and leave a signal for the RPD to
come over.” Windman threw the officer back out, leaving both
dead robots on the street. “The RPD will think SA did it.”
“Signal sent, we got five minutes before all the C4s in this
building explodes.” Sharkman slowly slipped out of the door. “Coast’s
clear. Let’s go.”
Under the guise of the dusk, the twelve robot masters slipped across
the city streets, hiding behind cars and sneaking around the dark
alleyways of nighttime Cairo, the city of sun losing its light
to the bloodshed of the Scissor Army. A flaming blaze of n abandoned
building lie in ashes behind the robot masters.
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Time: 7:30PMLocation: Citadel of Salahideen, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD
“Dead SA Joes
and RPD officers…” Bitgirl poked the broken chest
of an Officer, seemingly pierced by a heavy, axe-like object.
“Well, I don’t think anything in both armies can do
this.” Yamatoman held up a crushed head of a SA Joe, the
head seems to have suffered impact of a blunt object before it
was knocked off the neck.
“Well, I can only expect a few people to be able to do that.” Plantman
looked around, speaking loudly, “Fox, coast’s clear.
There’s no more Officers or Joes around this district.”
“Well, I hope you guys didn’t create some attraction.
Otherwise we’d get our covers blown.” A giant figure
slowly stomped out from the doors of the citadel.
“We saw them fighting in the front door, and finished both
platoons off.”
“Desert Joes…whatever you guys do, keep your guard
up, they hide very well in the area.” Tomahawkman picked
up a Visor and mockingly put it in front of his eyes.
“…So these are the guys you mentioned…?” Voltman
looked at the four Cossack Robot Masters. “That’s two
teams of Robot Masters then…do you guys have any troops
with you?”
“Nothing at all, you guys?” Knightman looked around,
his mace ready to crush any enemies that dares to come into his
perimeter.
“They should arrive in the outskirts of Giza by now, hiding
in the caves.”
Dynaman said, throwing a C4 up and down. “I suggest we split
into teams first…we can’t fight together on open street
this time.”
“I second the idea.” Blizzardman looked at Plantman,
the nature-loving Robot Master just nodded.
“Alright, give me a moment while I plan it out…” Voltman
kneeled onto the sandy ground and started to stroke his finger
across the sand, slowly drawing out a detailed battle plan.
“Please, Armored Assassins, try not to let any of us die.” Torchman
grumbled, sitting on a fallen debris of the Citadel.
“We really don’t want to see another person die for
a pointless war like this.”
Dynaman sighed, holding his C4 in his hand.
“Alright, here’s the deal…” Voltman stood
up, and turned to look at the group. Pointing at Centaurgal, Blizzardman,
Knightman, and Yamatoman, “The city alleys are very diverse,
we require you, to hit-and-run across the city for any drop-outs
of both RPD and SA. Try to make it so it looks like the opposing
faction committed the crime.”
“…Alright.” Knightman replied, grabbing Centaurgal
by her tail, “For the last time, Zap, you cannot go and check
the bakery.”
“Awww…” The grey-faced girl looked at Blizzardman,
the icy android only shrugged.
“Jeremy, you lead Zaneroth, Jose, and Flameman, lure the
armies into the abandoned buildings and make some pretty fireworks,
I expect to see them across the city.” Voltman said, pointing
at Dynaman, Torchman, Oilman and Flameman.
“Got it, Volt.” Dynaman nodded.
“The name’s Tommy.” Flameman grumbled as his
walked over.
“Sonic, I know you don’t like to talk, but…can
you try to help us with the Search-and-Destroy team…leading
it?” Voltman looked at Sonicgirl. Then pointed at Tomahawkman,
Sharkman, and Wavegirl. “You guys, are the Search&Destroy,
don’t let them find you, find them, and kill them before
they see you.
Sonicgirl simply nodded, and shyly walked over to the group.
“Doesn’t like to talk, does she?” Regdar looked
at Sharkman and asked.
“Nope.” Sharkman nodded in reply.
“Lastly, Bit and me, as well as Plant and Wind will be in
charge of ranged combat.” Voltman looked at the three robot
masters.
“Since everything is settled…” Windman cracked
his knuckles, he was ready for a fierce fight.
“Infact, they’re looking for one right now…” Blizzardman’s
smirk spread across his unseen face. “The SA and RPD are
fighting around the city again, and seems like a few dropouts from
both factions are around…”
“Alright, boys and girls.” Plantman shouted. “Party
time!”
In a mere blink, the four teams have already moved out, ready to
wipe the RPD, and the SA from the surface of Cairo.
Time:
9:00PM
Location: Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD
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Time: 9:10PMLocation: Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD
Meanwhile, a fight between
the two major factions was taking place. A band of SA Joes were
trying to hold their ground against two special force units. The
plasma-burned scrap metal on the ground hinted at a previously
larger RPD force that the Scissor Joes had taken out earlier. The
two special force units managed to destroy the SA attack group,
but both units had taken damage, one being unable to stand. The
other unit simply looked battered by the blasts he had taken.
"I'll call for backup." He said to his fallen comrade.
As he turned to busy himself with searching for the right signal,
he was met with the sight of a large spiked ball hurtling towards
his face. Unable to dodge in time, he stumbled backwards from the
devastating impact. His optical receptors were knocked offline
for a brief moment as he heard his partner yell,
"Behind you!"
He felt two massive arms grab him from behind. His vision returned,
allowing him to see the source of the spiked ball: a large robot
wearing full plate mail had just finished recoiling the offending
weapon. He tried his best to turn to face his captor. He wasn't
used to anyone being able to outmuscle his superior strength. He
heard his friend charge up his blaster and fire in his direction,
followed by a grunt from his apparently Russian foe.
His grip loosened just enough to allow him to escape and face the
large robot behind him. He aimed his blaster at the robot, but
before he could fire, he felt a flurry of attacks puncture his
armor from behind. Forced to acknowledge the threat, he turned
once again to find what appeared to be a samurai with a spear.
He tried to reach to his helmet to send out a distress signal,
but he suddenly hit the ground as the Russian grabbed him by his
ankles and yanked him off his feet.
He heard the Russian grunt again as his friend shot him with another
plasma blast. His foe swung him from his prone position into a
nearby wall, his frame buried into the metal structure of the building.
He looked to see how his friend was doing, only to see him being
trampled to death by what appeared to be a centaur. He attempted
to remove himself from the wall, but was frustrated by a devastating
hit from the knight which sent him through the wall and into the
building. He tried to get up, but was slammed across the face with
the heavy weapon, causing him to stumble to the ground again.
"Die!" He heard his assailant shout as he saw a large
armored foot come falling down on his face. The process repeated
several times until his helmet caved in and crushed his processing
unit, disabling his function and effectively killing him.
"Are you alright, Fox?" Zapper asked the icy giant as
she gave the special force unit one good final stomp just for good
measure.
"I'm fine, Zapper." Blizzardman returned, rubbing his
armor where the plasma shots had burned his armor slightly. "Are
you ok?"
"Of course." Zapper grinned back at him.
"Where's Zymeth?" Josh asked.
Not even a second after the inquiry did the three hear maniacal
laughter followed by what was assumed to be a special force unit
being tossed from a window out into the street. The head was already
stomped flat and the rest of the body was horrible crushed under
the strain of excessive blunt trauma. The remains twitched as a
result of the power cell shorting out, quickly followed by Knight's
heavy flail being slammed into the twisted mass.
"It moved." Knightman explained.
"Well, that's two less special force units we have to deal
with."
Blizzardman said.
"Uh-oh." Zapper pointed off in the distance to a small
group of RPD units.
"1, 2, 3..." Knight began counting. "Only fifteen?!
And there aren't any special forces!"
He turned to Blizzardman. "May I?"
Blizzard shrugged. "What would the real Zymeth do?"
"Massacre!" Knight shouted as he ran off to meet the
small force.
The RPD units stopped moving forward and opened fire, but Knightman
put up his shield, neutralizing all their shots. He made his way
up to the first group of three who were standing too close together
and swatted them to the side with his mace like an office worker
clearing junk off their desk. One RPD unit tried to back up but
caught a shield right to his face, causing it to cave in. Knight
raised his mace and brought it crushing down on another hapless
unit, crushing him to half his original size.
The other three Armored Assassins stood by, watching the bloodbath
(At least it would have been if they could bleed). Yamato leaned
on his spear. Zapper stood behind Blizzardman, as though the waves
of malevolence were harmful radiation.
"Knight scares me..." She said quickly. Blizzardman laughed.
"I know Skullman would say this if he were here, so I'll say
it in his place." Blizzardman began. "Aw, he's almost
adorable."
Knight returned from the wild melee with only some scratched paint.
He held something in his hand.
"I made you a hat." He tossed it to Blizzardman.
Sure enough, he had twisted a metal skull into a Russian military
cap.
"Uh... thanks..." Blizzard said awkwardly.
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The four began moving through the allies again, until Knight's input on the scenario broke the silence. "Blizzard," He began, "Why waste time picking off the already doomed RPD? Why not focus on the SA?""You have a point, Comrade." Blizzard responded. "But you know how it goes, we happened to stumble across the RPD. So they died."
Knight laughed, "I can't argue with that! However, I think it'd be best to redirect ourselves towards the our main source of agitation: The SA."
Yamato piped in, "They're much tougher than most of the RPD troops. So a little more tact would be necessary-“
The four almost rounded a corner until Yamato leapt back, pressing his back against the wall. The other three assassins stopped dead and mimicked his movements.
“SA troops… about 12…” Yamato said, quietly. They realized that they had traveled a good ways from their last battle, and had stumbled upon an attack squad of SA soldiers, looking for some RPD units to shoot at. The highly trained SA units would be able to inflect some good damage against even the RMs if given the chance, so attacking head on would be risky.
“What do we do?” Centaur whispered.
“Actually I have an idea…” Knight said.
The SA Joes marched down the ally warily, searching for stray Robot Masters and RPD units. Suddenly Knight lept from around the corner, crouching behind his sheild. They opened fire, and their energy bullets did nothing but bounce off the RM's sheild. Knight charged them, screaming bloody murder, with his three friends rounding the corner behind him. The soldiers started to advance away from the charging Knight, firing in a vain attempt to slow him down. They retreived their own sheilds in an attempt to cushion the impact of the large man crashing into them.
Their sheilds made contact, bringing both parties to a halt. The Joes braced themselves, barely managing to keep themselves from sliding backwards until the rear of the group began aiding their teammates. Centuar and Blizzard both placed their hands on Knight's sheild, and the combined strength of the three RM's shoved the group against the corner of the allyway.
Their guns pinned agianst their chests, the Joes struggled to shove the three RMs away, but Knight's and their own sheilds kept them from escaping. Knight laughed manically as Yamato lept onto the giant's shoulders, spear in hand. The Joes' didn't survive the onslought very long, as Yamato's spear pierced every one of their helmets one by one.
Knight backed off, and their lifeless bodies toppled to the ground like ragdolls. Knight laughed out loud again. "That was brilliant! We really have to do this trick again!" Knight looked down at their corpses, amused. Suddenly he got an idea. "Guys, here, take some shields."
"Oh, good idea." Centaur said, snatching one up. Blizzard nodded in agreement and took one for himself, followed quickly by Yamato.
"Now we can make a shield wall, if need be." Blizzard mused.
Knight lifted his mace to eye level, menacingly. "Well then, let us go drag even more of them to hell."
Time: 9:40PM
Location: Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD
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Time: 8:45AMLocation: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
“Fire.” The sand-colored SA Joes’ fire swept through the morning streets of Cairo, destroying all in their sight. Sweeping up a large cloud of dust in the process, leaving whatever in the dust nothing more than stiff corpses.
The dust cleared out in an ominous fashion, the moment of silence only interrupted by escaping birds in the skies. The SA Joes’ sensors rapidly searching for the remnants of their target.
“I must say, you Scissor Headed Freaks need to get this through your damn brain. Bullet won’t work on my barrier.”
Standing in front of the demolished building were four robot masters, surrounding them were thousands of solid petals that opened itself, commanded by Plantman’s will. A displeased look on his face.
“Is that all you got? I was expecting far more.”
“Believe me, Plantman…SA Joes aren’t terribly bright.” Bitgirl’s bit cannons emitted several minuscule sparks before truly releasing a larger, more threatening one.
“…After all, they shouldn’t be resistant against a short circuit.” Voltman narrowed his blue eyes, his shoulders charging up electrical power, the zapping sound spreading across the streets.
The SA Joes prepared their guns just as Windman’s turbines began to turn, making a swirling noise as the wind began to blow stronger, the current making Plantman’s left petal flow along with it. The latter’s twin busters activated, and aiming directly at the leading Joe of the Platoon of ten.
Silence engulfed the street as a whole, the sandy winds blowing across both faction’s feet. A hollow straw ball quickly rolled by between the robots.
“Open fire.” The leading Joe ordered, bullets once again showered the four-man squad of Robot Masters.
“To hell with these bastards!” Bitgirl shouted, firing rapid charges of her shocking bit cannons.
“Couldn’t agree more.” Windman shrugged, blowing two blasts of tornadoes at the Joes, blasting away any bullets fired at him.
The nature’s master retained his silence, rapidly firing out plasma shots, each shot destroying the bullets along its path, engulfing the Joes on by one.
In less than a minute, all the Joes lay dead on the ground, completely devastated by the fires of the four Robot Masters, with the Platoon Commander still standing, barely alive.
“You…will be…exterminated…as per the General’s…orders…” The Commander Joe’s armor wore off most of the impact of the attack towards the core systems, but his armor has been ruined by the combined powers of the four robot masters, wires sparking on his forearm, barely rising his battered rifle.
“Tough man.” Plantman sighed, slowly walking up to the Joe, in a blink, the robot master snatched the rifle from the Joe’s hand. “For standing to your duties like the soldier you are, you get a faster death.”
Plantman slowly reached for the Joe’s visor, unable to fight back, the Joe simply tried to linger backwards, with no avail, the green hand eventually engulfing his visor.
A snapping sound is heard, as Plantman slowly walked back to his teammates, behind hm, a Commander Joe limps on the ground, its robotic neck, and its circuits inside snapped in two.
“The Demo team should be done soon…the battle’s been raging for days.”
“I’m sure we’ll see a fireworks show soon.”
“Hopefully, a bunch of SA Commanders and RPD Special Forces taken out with it…they only sent five SFs, right?”
“Yeah.”
Time: 9:00AM
Location: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
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Time: 9:00AMLocation: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
In another area of the city, the demolitions squad was working on blowing up enough buildings here to get the attention of either SA or RPD Then level the rest when said forces invade the area. It would need quite a bit of timing to pull off. Currently Oilman was spraying oil on buildings on the block, and occasionally leading a trail of oil to cars parked on the sidewalk, occasionally Dynaman would set a small explosive on the side of a building as well, while the squad’s fire wielding robot masters on lookout, incase any roaming squads of RPD officers of Scissor Army Joes found their way there.
Oilman sighed as he splashed a white van with his Oil Slider. “You know…” he glanced at his green and blue companion. “Sometimes this just wasn’t what I expected when I joined up with the GG.” He sighed. Sometimes is was quite different from what he imagined it as.
“Odd…” Dynaman paused for a moment, standing up after setting a small explosive on said van. “I really don’t remember how you joined up with us.” He turned to look at the rookie. He just remembered the original Oilman, and then all of a sudden Jose, the new guy, was around.
“Oh… well…” Oil rubbed the back of his head “You wouldn’t have been here when it happened… I was told you were on some sort of vacation somewhere…”
“Oh yeah... that was when Zerkai was placed in charge the first time.” Dynaman nodded, wincing slightly as he mentioned his old leader’s name. “Anyway… what ever happened to the old Oilman?”
“Well, I found his body dead in the closet.” Jose replied conversationally.
“.. Come again?”
“Well I came to visit… Zerkai. And I was wandering around the base when I opened a closet and... Er… The old Oilman’s body fell on top of me.”
“.. What did you do?”
“I screamed real loud.”
“Ah.”
“Hm… how did you join up?” Oilman tilted his head. Wanting to know more about the Veteran member.
“Well, I was one of the originals. Along with Torch and Shark, we’re the only ones from the original team left. You and the others are second generation.” He went back to the task at hand, setting some larger charges. Hidden in placed that would be unaffected by the first set of explosions.
Oilman blinked, watching him walk off. “Hm... I wonder if anyone on our team is a third incarnation…” he let his mind wander as he sprayed some of his oil along the street.
“Me… second… along with Lena, Zana…”
Torchman was guarding one side of the street, while Flameman was on lookout on the other side. He kept an eye out for the Scissor army, or and RPD units that may come along. He heard his fellow teammate, Oilman talking about something. He snuck a glance, but found himself staring as Jose was talking to himself. “… Where do we keep finding these new guys…? One doesn’t talk… one isn’t all that bright… the other seems to be permanently PMS’ing... And now we have one that’s talking to himself… ”.
“Ah great… why am I paired up with these freaks…” Tommy sighed. “Two of them are talking to themselves by the looks of it.” He glanced at the GG members, It was odd to see one of them talking to himself, but the other one was doing it now. “.. What is wrong with them? Man… I bet the others don’t have to put up with this…”
Dynaman stood up straight “Alright, the charges are…. set?” he stopped, blinking. All three of them were mumbling to themselves. “…Oi!” he shouted, gaining the attention of all three of them. “The charges are set… “ he repeated himself as they all converged on Torch’s side of the street.
“Alright, once we ignite the oil, we’ll have to run.” Torchman explained, Dyna standing next to him.
“And the first set of explosions…” Dyna took over, looking at Oil and Flame. “It will draw the attention of the Closet squad of either RPD, or Scissor Army forces to come to this location, and look for whoever gets to this place first, will trigger off a second, more powerful set of charges I’ve hidden. If that doesn’t take out the scouting group that comes here, it’ll draw the attention of both sides.” He finished.
“And… those two sides…” Oilman started
“Will start duking it out” Flameman nodded.
”Exactly.” Torchman nodded, “And we’ll now the hard part… should we ambush the group that’s left and risk exposure, or leave and let the battle grow larger… and let them fight.”
“That would mean that both sides would suffer more casualties…” Dyna closed his eyes in thought. “Wait… we could use all of the explosives I have left... make a much bigger boom, take out some more troops”
“Then it’s settled” Torchman looked around the abandoned street “… But we’ll have to hurry… Jeremy, you and the rookie spread out, set as many charges as far out as you can. If we do it right, we’ll be able to out a much larger number of their forces. Me and, er… Flameman will try to find a place for us to camp out through this.”
“Alright then, C’mon Jose” Dynaman sprinted down the other side of the street, causing his oil firing companion to chase after him.
“Ugh…” Flameman sighed, then got to following Torchman, who had started to walk off himself. He found it irritating that he was the only member of the team alone in the groups.
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About an hours worth of spraying oil, setting charges, and positioning cars for a better explosion, Dynaman and Oilman had set just about everything in place. And were walking back towards the meeting point, wondering of Torch and Flame had a suitable spot to watch the soon to come battle.“So you never found out how he died?” Dynaman asked, their conversation stearing back to the old Oilman, he was still curious.
“No…” Oil shook his head. “We just got his body out of there as fast as we could... it was creepy… And there’s always the chance that it could turn into a zombie…” He finished is a disturbed tone.
“Er… okay….” The blue and green RM was starting to question his teammates sanity, “Yeah… zombies…..” he humored him for the moment.
“What… you don’t have a zombie plan?” Oilman asked tilting his head to the side as he spoke.
Dynaman thanked whatever mechanical deity existed as the shouts of the two other fire attributed robot masters of their squad. He quickly sprinted towards them, leaving Oil in his dust for a few minutes.
“We may have a problem…” Flameman held up the head of a disabled Scissor Army Dessert Joe. “This one got out a distress signal before we could finish him off. We need to move now. We found a place though, about half a mile away”. He then took off in what was assumed to be the direction of said hideout.
Oilman and Dynaman quickly followed after him. Torchman stayed for a moment longer to send a fireball at the pool of oil in the street, letting it spread towards the cars before he bolted, running as fast as his mechanical legs could carry them as he followed his squad. Ten seconds and the first explosion rang out, probably a car, subsequently followed by several more explosions. Torchman had been around Dynaman long enough to know that only one of the explosions that just occurred was one of his charges. A few more seconds before the block erupted in flashes and loud sounds as the charges in the buildings went off. It was well enough to draw the attention of anyone even remotely close, Torchman thought to himself with a smirk. “… Soon they’ll be here.”
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“… How long have they been going at it?” Oilman asked. It had been some time since they took residence in the abandoned warehouse. You could barely hear the sounds of battle, and occasionally an explosion was heard. A group of SA troops and RPD troops made their way to the sounds of an explosion, only to spot each other, engage, and call for backup. It had quickly escalated into a full scale battle between the two sides. No side showing signs of stopping.“Well over an hour, maybe two…” Torchman didn’t feel like consulting his inner clock for this. “Jeremy… shall we set off the second explosion before one the enemy forces discovers some of them, I swear I heard one of your charges go off.”
“Hm…. Well, alright” Dynaman sighed, getting out a few of his detonators “This will take out the lot of them. Seeing as they’ve already killed most of themselves in this battle.” He tossed one to each of them “Alright, on three…” he held up the last two, one in each hand “On three.”
“One...”
“Two…”
“…Three.” Dynaman said quietly, as they all pushed their detonators in unison.
For less then a second, the battlefield seemed completely quiet, or perhaps because soon there were many large explosions spanning two square miles, explosions from cars, charges and C4, mass amounts of Oil, and a nearby Gas station. Oilman blinked looking out the window
“Damn… we did all of that…?” he asked, his voice almost drowned out by some more late explosions nearby.
“That wasn’t just us... All of those cars and that gas station made a nice effect…” Dynaman smirked.
“So... we wait for it to die down, then ambush any of the survivors... who knows, maybe they’ll blame each other for this one.” Flameman shrugged.
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The Demolitions squad arrived at the wasted and burning buildings that they stood by only hours ago. Robot parts strewn all over, but most of them were buried in the wreckage of the demolished houses. Thick clouds of smoke were billowing in the air from the still burning oil and cars.“… We have to make this quick, destroy any survivors of the blast, and then we leave. Any and all remaining forces will converge here.” Dynaman turned to his squad. “I only have two bombs left and their used for combat, they’re not powerful enough for this kind of stuff…” he climbed over a pile of rubble, followed by the others.
Oilman quickly followed after his teammates “Do... you really think that something could have survived all of this?” he gestured to the blown up pieces of robots and cars scattered about, still on fire.
“Oil... you’re never, ever supposed to say that.” Flameman turned to give him a serious look “The moment someone says that, something always survives.”
“You two watch way to many movi-” Dynaman’s comment was interrupted as a large figure stood up from the rubble, knocking the rocks that were covering it off easily. It stood up straight, now under the light of the fires burning in the wreckage. It was a RPD Special forces unit, and it didn’t look like it has sustained much damage.
Flameman turned to look from Oilman, to the SF, then back to Oilman. “You see!?”
Time: 9:30AM
Location: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
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Time: 9:30AMLocation: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
“Distract it while you can…” Dynaman held out a ball shaped bomb. “This bomb will definitely finish it off if I can get it on its back.”
“You got it.” Flameman looked at his fellow fire Robot Master, Torchman, without a second word, both charged at the Special Forces Robot, firing their flaming weapons.
“Armored Assassins, identified as fake, exterminating…” The Special Forces Unit murmured at Flameman, raising its plasma buster and firing a blast equal in power to the Flame Blast, absorbing it.
“Torch!” Oilman jumped up from one of the rubbles, pointing at the oil slick he created, “This should immobilize him!”
Without speaking, Torchman slashed his arm across the ground, instantly igniting a circle of flames, surrounding the Special Forces Unit and the four robot masters.
The Special Forces Robot continued to fire, blasting at the Arabian Robot Master, its sensors were completely focused on the ‘fake’ Armor Assassin, while the truth is quite the opposite.
“Alright, this should do. Dynaman…” Flameman fired one last blast and threw himself out of the circle, still firing at the Unit.
“Target out of range, changing weapons…” The giant blue robot began to change its weaponry just as its sharp sensors picked up something from behind.
Something almost as big as it would be.
Something dangerous, as the Unit’s back was nearly pierced by iron spikes.
“You will not escape.” The SF Unit roared, grabbing Dynaman by his arm.
“Urk…well…say bye bye. Special Forces…” Dynaman pulled with all his force, his right forearm was ripped off as he crashed outside of the flaming circle, slightly charred.
“Jeremy!” Oilman rushed up to his teammate, holding the giant robot master up on his back, “Can’t you develop self-detonating bombs next time?”
“That’s something I should’ve done…” Dynaman forced a dry smirk.
Time: 10:30AM
Location: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
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Time: 9:30AMLocation: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
“Did you hear that explosion?”
“We didn’t only hear it, girl…we had one of the greatest fireworks show ever since Berlin.”
Four androids hid behind the windows of an intact apartment, the one with the Chieftain’s hat smirking, holding up his revolver. Beside him was a robot without a visible head, her eyes built to merge within her torso, which had six turrets on them. Leaning beside the green, wrecked door was a shark-faced robot, his chest plate in his hand ready for combat. While sitting shyly beside the jaws-inspired robot was a diver-like girl, with a fin on her helmet, as well as flippers. A sonar sensor device in her hands.
“I’ll bet you the Special Forces will be around here…in fact, here comes two.” Sharkman looked out of the window beside him, indeed, the behemoth commanders of the Robot Police Force were stomping along the streets alone, without any normal troops following them.
“…” Sonicgirl slowly stood up, walking towards the window opposite of the other robot masters, and pointed out, all in a simple manner without wasting a second.
“Ah, Scissor Army Commander Joes…” Wavegirl quickly took a glimpse before ducking her head under the window. “Let’s have the RPD handle them first?”
“Good idea, we’ll roll with that.” Sharkman said, slowly playing catch and throw with his detachable chest plate.
The two SF Units slowly walked towards the street corner, one of them holding out its giant hand, resting on the other’s shoulder. “Watch out.”
The second unit replied with the action that must be done for any hostile forms of life—especially against something like the Scissor Army. “Ten, with twenty regulars.”
On the other side of the barren, burnt streets were a group of thirty SA Joes, ten commanders, twenty regulars. All camouflaged within the sand-like colors of the desert capital.
The Four Robot Masters were silent, the SA Joes were silent, and the SF Units were silent.
So silent that even the drop of a handful of loose sand can be heard.
Then, it was war.
The thirty killer machines leapt out from the alleyways and rubble, unloading their bullets right at the SF Units while scrambling around them, attempting to surround the two units having higher power than all of them combined.
However, all was futile as the SF Units swept across the regular Joes like giant beetles against the smallest of fleas, with both destructive plasma shots, and powerful martial arts skills, deadly when combined with the manpower the SF Units posses.
The two units made short work of the Joes—in less then five minutes all the Joes were either crushed to tiny fragments of steel, or resting in pieces across the street, a visor loosely hung onto the street light.
“…Can we take them on?” Sharkman looked in awe, this isn’t the first time he saw the RPD in action, but thirty top grade, Scissor Army Joes were laid to waste easily. These SF units, however, passed by without noticing them before they could act.
Sonicgirl sprang to her feet, diving towards Sharkman and Tomahawkman, tackling the two men down just as a ball of hot plasma burst through the window, blasting off right beside Wavegirl. The latter stood there like a stone statue.
“Damn it!” Sharkman angrily took several boomerangs out, aiming at the SF Unit on the streets. “A third one!”
Tomahawkman’s right hand morphed into a Tomahawk. “Our cover’s blown, full front, anyone?”
“Banzai!” Sharkman yelled, throwing his weapons at the SF Unit, only to have them deflect off like toothpicks thrown against brick walls.
The robot masters jumped out from the building, with Wavegirl and Tomahawkman rapidly firing high speed currents of water, and silver tomahawk axes at the SF Unit.
“Now, Sonic!” Wavegirl yelled, shooting straight at the SF Unit’s forehead.
The diver-like Robot Master sprang at SF Unit from behind, grappling the giant by its arms and pointing her weapon at the struggling Unit’s head.
“Cover your ears, people!” Wavegirl yelled, covering her entire head.
A shaking sound spread across the streets, the vibration swept across the windows, which cracked into small pieces, one by one. Being the closest to the impact, the SF Unit’s eyes burst open, the sound wave is so great, its core chip was shattered within ten seconds.
The SF slowly slumped forward, landing on its knees, and eventually falling to the ground, as the silent Wilybot stood up.
“Nice job, Sonic…” Sharkman held the shaking, yet shy Robot Master on his back. “Let’s get out of here before more appears.”
“You bet.” Wavegirl muttered, peering at the corner of the street. “Hold on, got something to settle…”
“Nature calls?” Tomahawkman said jokingly, then narrowing his eyes with a look of confidence on his face.
“You could say that.” Wavegirl mumbled slowly, firing all six turrets at once, the force of water blasting through the clay walls and instantly punching six defined, round holes in the SA Commander Joe.
“Next time, ambush before we finish.”
Time: 10:20AM
Location: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
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Time: 5:20PMLocation: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
“So tell me…We’ve laid waste to fifty normal troops, why can’t we handle one bloody Special Forces Unit?”
The dim sunlight of the sunset swept across the flaming streets as four robot masters battled the Titan of Justice, its sole purpose to destroy or capture those who stand in RPD’s way.
Stepping on a dead officer bot’s head, crushing it with his mass, Windman’s fans were rapidly hurling tornadoes at the Special Forces Unit stomping towards him, a might swipe from the Unit’s battered hand cleared out the wind.
“Wind won’t work, these Units are built to topple buildings.” Plantman shouted as petals surrounded him, absorbing all the plasma shots. “We’ve got to deal with him soon, sun’s almost out!”
“We know!” Voltman grumbled, focusing his volts at frying the SF Unit’s left finger. “I can’t destroy more than one of his finger at any time!”
“Can’t hit this giant’s head!” Bitgirl yelled, firing chains of electrical bit charges at the SF Unit. Who simply swiped it out with its buster hand.
“Wind, get out.” Plantman blocked several more buster shots with the sea of petals. “Reverse!”
One by one, the petals inverted in color, pink to yellow, yellow to pink, swirling around the Unit. Eventually encircling the titan in place.
The SF Unit’s buster slowly shined in a bright, yellow light as it released several more blazing blasts of Plasma Fire. All disappearing the second before they hit the barrier.
“His sight sensors are blocked…” Windman pointed his buster at the trapped Unit, the fan spun rapidly as a tornado flew out, the razor-sharp wind slashing across the SF Unit’s legs, forcing the giant onto its knees.
“Chance! Bit!” Voltman yelled, closing his eyes focusing at the critical point of the left hand, and releasing high voltage electricity from his shoulder conductors, the linear blasts of electricity struck the Unit’s left arm, rendering it useless.
“My turn!” Bitgirl, finally able to aim, threw a barrage of bit shots at the SF Unit, the flashing sparks striking the Buster Arm, causing it to explode, blackening the right half of the Unit’s armor, and leaving pieces of steel on the ground. Where the buster used to be.
“This one’s completely immobilized.” Windman grunted, walking up towards the Unit. A ball of wind in his hand, “Next time, don’t cause us so much trouble.”
The master of wind hurled the ball of wind directly at the Unit’s head, turning back as the sharp blades of wind reduced the core chip to shreds of nothing.
“Alright, we’re finished here…five days is sure a long time to fight.”
“You tell me, better get hiding, sun’s down, and my defense will be limited.”
“Got it.”
Time: 6:00PM
Location: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
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Time: 2:30PMLocation: South District, Cairo, Egypt.
Mission Objective: Decimate both RPD and SA.
The hit-and-run team continued to trudge through the battlefield, picking off stray Joes whenever they could. Yamato suddenly stopped the group.
"I hear gunfire." He said quietly.
The rest of the group strained their audio receptors and eventually heard the noise the samurai was referring to. It sounded like rifles.
"That's SA weaponry." Blizzardman said confidently.
"Let's flank them." Knightman said excitedly. "Their deaths shall be more swift that way."
"Yamatoman, you stick with Knight since your offense makes a perfect combination with his defense." Blizzardman said.
"Sure thing." Yamatoman agreed. "It's nice to see you guys again. I almost started to miss Zymeth's violent tangents."
"Then we'll have to correct that, won't we?" Knight said as he readied his shield.
"Centaur, you'll come with me." Blizzard said, his tone becoming noticeably softer.
"Yay!" Centaur bounded over to the Russian, happy to both be with her lover and somewhat relieved she didn't have to sit through another one of Knight's massacres.
The camp boasted about fifty units in all. They had just gotten through shooting a small RPD patrol unit to scrap metal, and were getting ready to move again. Blizzardman searched around and found a building that sported a wall creating an alleyway. He tried to move through the door, but unfortunately the architecture did not accommodate juggernauts.
"Aw, You're too big, Fox." Zapper said, disappointed.
"No, this door is too small." Regulus responded as he heaved his large frame through the doorway, creating a bigger door.
"Zapper?" Blizzardman asked quietly.
"Yeah, Fox?"
"I need to you make a distraction, bring them around to this wall." He patted on the cement.
"Ok."
"Be careful..." Blizzard reminded her.
"I will." Zapper smiled back at him before galloping off.
The robotic horsewoman peaked around a corner, spotting a small group of roughly ten Scissor Joes. Most soldiers would be talking trash or laughing at war stories, but not these units. They looked bored, and indeed they were. Killing was the only fun they knew, and whenever they were done killing, they just waited until they could kill again.
"Ok, I need to lure them into the alley..." Zapper whispered to herself quietly. "Well, violence always works well."
She smiled as she galloped past the Joes, they looked up instantly, quickly identifying the enemy threat. They reached for their rifles, but it was too late. Zapper fired a spread shot at the group and took out roughly half of the group. She held out her hand and a naginata materialized into her open palm. She whipped it around violently as she dashed through the crowd, trampling several units and lopping others strait in half.
The rest of the camp saw the metallic carnage and began moving in to take down the enemy. About twenty units began to follow her, the other twenty stayed behind to watch the camp, just in case they were being lured into a trap. And they were right. As Zapper ran past the wall, she let her naginata scrape against the building, creating a horrid screeching sound that alerted Blizzard on the other side that she was there with the units. Blizzard turned his radar on a saw the units pursuing her. He time it just right and hurled himself through the wall just as the first Joe was running past, slamming him against the wall and crushing his inferior armor against his impressive momentum. The other Joes stopped dead in their tracks, somehwat stunned by the behemoth's sudden appearance.
They attempted to ready their rifles, but it was too late. Blizzardman thrust his palms forward and unleashed a furious blizzard at them. The razorsharp snowflakes ripped through armor and the intense cold froze the unlucky units in the front to the ground. Picked up a Scissor Joe and wielded him like a club, smashing through the frozen front group, battering them to pieces. He began charging at the remaining fifteen or so units, who braced themselves for the onslaught by readying their guns. Instead, Blizzard stopped and dropped to a knee. Somewhat confused, the Joes were about to open fire when they realized the reason he had knelt down. Centaurgal had been running behind the icy giant, his booming footsteps cloaking her light gallop and his enormous frame blocking her from view. Now she lept up on his back and bounded from it, pouncing on the Joes as they tried to decide who was more dangerous at the moment, the Russian or the crazy horse-girl. A few they decided that the larger robot would be tougher to take down, and he was getting up to go over there, too. Most of the fire was directed at him.
Blizzard side-stepped to avoid a good deal of the shots, but a few grazed him here and there. Centaurgal landed in the midst of the Joes, scattering them as she swung her naginata around, cleaving unlucky robots in half. Blizzardman rushed the group from the side, now brandishing the shield he stole from a fallen Joe earlier, knocking them on the flat of their backs, a position prime for Zapper to trample them to death. Only about five Joes managed to back off in time to flee to the main camp as the two Robot Masters chased after them. They were met with heavy fire from the remaining twenty units, but that's what Blizzardman had hoped for...
"They've dropped their guard." Knight sneered at Yamatoman. "Let's punish them all!"
Knightman and Yamatoman lept from hiding and began assaulting the platoon from behind. The units opened fire on the flanking group, only to be blocked by the sturdy shield of Knightman. Knight slowly walked up to them, bringing his mace over his head. The Joes readied their shields, only to be caught completely off-guard by the nimble samurai, who jumped into the mass, butchering the ill-prepared units. The sudden offensive strike broke up the Joe shield wall, allowing Knightman to strike the remaining Joes down with his mighty mace. Zapper and Regulus took down the remaining Joes from their side as the four Robot Masters met in the center of the destruction.
"That was fun!" Zapper trotted around the battlefield, still full of energy.
Knightman crushed a helmet under his foot. "Pathetic." He grunted. "Bring me something that can fight."
"Enemy units spotted." The voice seemed almost like an answer to Zymeth's demand.
"I hate you." Blizzardman sighed at Zymeth.
"What, it was just a wish!" Zymeth defended.
"Surrender, or face termination." The SF unit explained the options.
Regulus didn't even respond as he powered up his blizzard-machine. The snow was light so the attack wouldn't draw unwated attention, but it was enough to envelop the whole clearing, providing cover for the Armored Assassins to scramble. The snow soon cleared under the hot sun, leaving the SF unit all alone, his scanners searching for their whereabouts. Suddenly, a clue in the form of a blue Sedan was flung at the Special Force unit. The robot raised its arm just in time to deflect the vehicle, flinging him back a bit.
He fired a shot at the Russian, who sidestepped the blast and ran behind a corner. He started off after him, but Centaur dashed by and took a swipe with her naginata, diverting his attention as she galloped back to cover. From his peripheral scanner, he saw Yamatoman dashing at him, and he turned to fire a shot at him. Yamato skillfully dodged the projectile and darted back behind a building. Suddenly the SF felt a heavy blow to his back, causing him to stagger.
Blizzardman had uprooted a telephone pole while Centaur and Yamato diverted his attention and had just smacked him clean across the back. The RPD elite grunted under the blow, but was still fully capable of holding his own, even against the Russian juggernaut. Blizzardman began spinning the pole around, gaining momentum for a devastating slice as the SF unit braced for impact. The pole came hurtling towards him, but the SF unit caught it with his bare hands, stopping the attack in mid-swing. The SF unit lifted the pole up, hoisting a surprised Blizzardman off the ground and slammed him into the ground. He walked over to him, getting ready to crush the Cossack-bot with his bare hands.
"Dammit. He's strong..." Regulus thought to himself. "But I'll bet he doesn't know the Russian art of bear wrestling."
Blizzardman pull out his Taurus Tracker and fire it at the SF unit, causing him to lean to the side to avoid the shot. Blizzardman lunged forward and slammed himself into the lower left leg of the RPD-bot, causing him to lose his balance. Blizzardman may have had the lesser strength, but he was still strong enough to lift the SF unit, and he had mastered a grappling style meant for taking on opponents that were often stronger than the grappler. The SF unit was also unfamiliar with bear-wrestling, and was slightly confused by the unorthodox wrestling style. Blizzard saw the SF lose his balance and placed both hands on his remaining leg. He yanked hard, tripping the unit as he pitched him at an opposing building. The SF was embedded into the wall, his pride hurt more than anything. He attempted to remove himself from the wall, but an armored hand burst from the wall and grabbed him by his head, slamming his skull repeatedly against the concrete building.
The SF unit grabbed the hand and yank it over his shoulder, pulling Knightman through the wall. Knight was also surprised, as he was used to crushing foes with his overbearing might. The SF unit was about to fire, but Knight held his shield up to the buster barrel, causing the shot to discharge close to the weapon, the hot plasma melting the SF's buster slightly. Centaur joined in with a horse smash to the SF's chest, slamming him back into the wall. Not one to miss a chance to hurt the enemy, Knight swiped at the SF's legs with his mace, battering its right leg badly.
"Yamato!" Blizzard yelled for the samurai, who lept from behind a building to meet him.
"Yeah, Fox?" Yamato responded.
Blizzardman simply grabbed Yamato and begin rotating his torso, spinning the samurai faster and faster. Zapper and Zymeth were holding the SF at bay. Zymeth shielded Zapper from the heavy blows while Zapper took swings at the SF with her naginata.
"KNIGHT! CENTAUR! STAND BACK!" Blizzard yelled at the two fighters.
Zapper sprang away while Zymeth seemed to hesitate before leaving a fight. The SF looked to see what was happening that would call for immediate withdrawal from combat and found that Blizzardman had lobbed Yamatoman at terminal velocity, in his direction. He attempted to shield himself from the flying samurai, but Yamatoman was too skilled in wielding a spear to miss. He plunged the spearhead right through his robotic brain, killing him instantly as the force of the Robot Master slamming into him flung the lifeless metal through the building.
"Nice shot." Zymeth complimented the Russian's aim.
"Yeah, Yamato's was better." Blizzard extended the credit to the samurai, who was removing the spear from the shattered mind of the SF unit.
"How do they make these units that powerful?" Blizzard wondered, looking at the fallen elite. He hoisted the metal corpse over his shoulder. "I'll research how they put so much strength into these things. Maybe late I can apply it to my own model... much later."
"Yeah, Cossack's got to stretch his money trying to take care of all of us." Zapper said.
"Let's move out." Blizzard said. "I think that might as well be the last fight for today."
Zymeth looked downcast, disappointed at the aspect of a conflict resolved. "I hope we run into some peons on the way..." He looked up as if requesting a divine gift of more enemies.
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Time: 10:00PMLocation: Skull Castle, Unknown Area
Mission Objective: Decimate all SA and RPD-MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
“Alright, Gila
Gladiators…We will see you guys in the next battle.”
“Hopefully next time we’ll find some more challenging
figures from the SA and RPD…battling mere troops like this
just isn’t my style.”
“Planeswalker, that overconfidence of yours had better settle
before the Scissor Army plows through you…you do know what
kind of monster they made my train into?”
“Just make Chargeman climb the Empire State Building…we
needed a remake of King Kong long ago.”
A small round of laughter went through the Communications Room,
where the Gila Gladiators, and the four members of Armored Assassins
sat on the meeting table, in the middle, was Dr.Albert W.Wily.
The astray scientist looking at his creations.
“You’ve done well this time, we didn’t even lose
a single troop, but I must also warn you, that this will not happen
every time.” Wily pointed around the world map. “As
far as I know, the General, and that blasted Mesmerman is also
appearing on the battlefield…and in several cases, the Scissor
Army is actually winning…as for the RPD, seems like they
will be taking a more…direct approach towards us.”
“The Transmetal II Mechanical Maniacs is on my top list of
worries…” Plantman threw a petal at the small picture
of Transmetal II Shadowman, Gauntlet’s face on the limited
data sheet, filled with the usual, stylish words of ‘Now
That’s a Secret!’. “Especially Gauntlet, this
man is very dangerous.”
“The Ascendant Androids are also of concern…as well
as the Seven Mercenaries.”
Dynaman said as he slowly read through several pieces of data. “Their
power is well demonstrated in Berlin…if they send those
monsters to Venice, we better retreat, Waveman is pretty much invincible
there…and I believe everyone knows how Venice is constructed.”
Everyone nodded, Dr.Wily himself narrowing his eyes at the Armored
Assassins.
“I heard you guys worked with Cossack’s dogs?”
“Technically your own anyways.” Plantman narrowed his
eyes as well, staring back at Wily. “The four other Armored
Assassins…without them, we couldn’t have taken out
the Special Forces, one droid is now under their possession.”
“Ah, good, good…alright then. I’ll organize
the times for your next mission, once all teams are back, and Dynaman,
see me about your forearm. I’ll have it fixed.” The
doctor cackled as he strolled out the door of the room casually.
With the members of two teams following suit.
Time: 11:00PM
Location: Skull Castle, Unknown Area
Mission Objective: To Be Confirmed
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