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Justice RIDES AGAIN!!!
Aaron Mallory
Location: Just southwest of casino, hoofing it up the street.
Nearby: Red, Eve, and a bunch of killer robots
Mood: Uh-oh.
@s @Zahzi @DeKay @KingHink
Aaron idly batted at the missile as he hurried up the street, but missed. Or it missed him, depending on how you look at it. He ignored it; it wasn't as if any payload it carried could do him real harm, could it? He focused instead on getting into position to help carry the fight to the enemy. Apparently they were facing killer robots of some kind, and could fly, so directly attacking might prove difficult, but at the least he could act as impenetrable cover for the less bullet proof Eve. Red could likely take almost anything that the enemy could dish out, same as him. In point of fact, it looked like the fight might be over by the time he got there. Four drones were crushed already, and the barrage of cars (and a bus!) looked aimed true enough to take out a few more. Then the robots opened fire with some kind of mass driver, and Eve went down. She managed to protect Red who had dropped his armor for some reason. Aaron pushed himself to move faster, his legs and lungs already burning with the effort.
With the full benefit of hindsight, he probably should have payed more attention to the missile that 'missed' him. Then again, he had never dealt with an enemy quite so insidious, and 37 years of never experiencing any injury of any kind will tend to make you a little bit careless. At any rate, he literally never saw it coming. The missile made a wide turn and approached him again from the south. Slowing up to match velocities, it split open and splattered his back with a large mass of some kind of foul smelling chemical glop. The shell of the missile folded up and embedded itself in the gluelike gob. Aaron attempted to reach back to dislodge the unwanted passenger, but it was squarely between his shoulder blades, right in the spot you can't scratch without help or tremendous focus, and he remained focused on reaching the pyramids Eve had just made before the 8 robots attacked again... scratch that. Four remained. Two of the flying bots had just been taken out by the city bus trailing the cat balloon, and two of those in the street had dramatically failed to avoid the rain of cars. The four remaining bots surrounded the protective pyramid Eve had built around Red and cautiously closed in. They took no notice of Aaron. He would teach them their error soon enough. He was 40 yards away... ….35... …30...There was a loud hissing noise from his passenger. Without any further warning, the chemical glob on his back expanded rapidly and engulfed him. He tripped and began to tumble forwards. With a terrible slowness he watched the ground approaching, until he squinched his eyes shut; this was going to leave a mark...
And then he flipped completely over. And again. And again. He made three more complete revolutions before he was able to divine what had happened. The Glop on his back had formed an incredibly tough bilayer and inflated into a large smooth transparent ball. With Aaron inside. His momentum carried the ball forward, and with each cycle, he compressed the side between him and the ground enough to take a tremendous blow to the face, but not quite enough to rupture the flexible tough ball. On the other hand, by spreading out the impact into multiple faceplants, instead of one big one, he remained conscious, merely dazed. He was now only 15 yards away from the robots. And they were still focused on Red's ersatz pharaonic tomb. Thinking quickly, he shifted his weight slightly and aimed for the closest one. The balloon ball crushed the robot into the ground, utterly pulverizing its chassis. Aaron hooted in victory, shouting “Take that!” for lack of a better battle cry. Barely slowed, the balloon ball rolled onward, meeting the sloped wall of the pyramid. The pyramid was sturdy, and perfectly angled to redirect the human hamster's forward rush into a tremendous vertical bound. Aaron's first thought was: 'I think I can see my house from here!' His second was 'uh-oh.'
Dr D and the Disastrous Day
From his hiding place, the old man waited patiently to hear battle reports; since the battle had moved outside, he no longer had much of a view. He didn't have long to wait. The little spider messenger drone danced into view of his prehensile cable camera and preformed a complicated dance, reminiscent of a worker bee describing to its hive where to find nectar. Or in this case, the destruction of NINE DRONES?! And only one enemy casualty confirmed. The old man ground his false teeth together. How could this have happened? He had accounted for everything! Everything! The metal man had dropped his armor to avoid the magnetic mines, as the psych models had predicted. The miniature rail guns should have ended him immediately! How could such a perfectly coordinated assault have been foiled? It was inconceivable! Ah well, at least the hamster ball had worked. Wait, it was where?! How in the hell had he gotten up there? Nothing in his file indicated he could fly... What on earth was going on out there?!
Time for a strategic withdrawal. He wriggled the camera cable at the spider-drone, signaling for all available drones to converge on the metal man. Perhaps he would survive simultaneous failsafe attacks by all five surviving drones, perhaps not. But it would certainly give him time to rejoin the herd of sheep milling about outside... He seized the late Philip under the armpits and began dragging him toward the north exit. As he went, he thumbed a quick text into his burner phone and then tossed it to the spider drone for disposal. The text said the following:
Dearest Dr. Katz. Hope your day is going perfectly.
My Distraction has been Delightfully Disastrous.
I am going back on tour. Perhaps we can meet for Muffins and discuss art?
Later Days.
Location: Just southwest of casino, hoofing it up the street.
Nearby: Red, Eve, and a bunch of killer robots
Mood: Uh-oh.
@s @Zahzi @DeKay @KingHink
Aaron idly batted at the missile as he hurried up the street, but missed. Or it missed him, depending on how you look at it. He ignored it; it wasn't as if any payload it carried could do him real harm, could it? He focused instead on getting into position to help carry the fight to the enemy. Apparently they were facing killer robots of some kind, and could fly, so directly attacking might prove difficult, but at the least he could act as impenetrable cover for the less bullet proof Eve. Red could likely take almost anything that the enemy could dish out, same as him. In point of fact, it looked like the fight might be over by the time he got there. Four drones were crushed already, and the barrage of cars (and a bus!) looked aimed true enough to take out a few more. Then the robots opened fire with some kind of mass driver, and Eve went down. She managed to protect Red who had dropped his armor for some reason. Aaron pushed himself to move faster, his legs and lungs already burning with the effort.
With the full benefit of hindsight, he probably should have payed more attention to the missile that 'missed' him. Then again, he had never dealt with an enemy quite so insidious, and 37 years of never experiencing any injury of any kind will tend to make you a little bit careless. At any rate, he literally never saw it coming. The missile made a wide turn and approached him again from the south. Slowing up to match velocities, it split open and splattered his back with a large mass of some kind of foul smelling chemical glop. The shell of the missile folded up and embedded itself in the gluelike gob. Aaron attempted to reach back to dislodge the unwanted passenger, but it was squarely between his shoulder blades, right in the spot you can't scratch without help or tremendous focus, and he remained focused on reaching the pyramids Eve had just made before the 8 robots attacked again... scratch that. Four remained. Two of the flying bots had just been taken out by the city bus trailing the cat balloon, and two of those in the street had dramatically failed to avoid the rain of cars. The four remaining bots surrounded the protective pyramid Eve had built around Red and cautiously closed in. They took no notice of Aaron. He would teach them their error soon enough. He was 40 yards away... ….35... …30...There was a loud hissing noise from his passenger. Without any further warning, the chemical glob on his back expanded rapidly and engulfed him. He tripped and began to tumble forwards. With a terrible slowness he watched the ground approaching, until he squinched his eyes shut; this was going to leave a mark...
And then he flipped completely over. And again. And again. He made three more complete revolutions before he was able to divine what had happened. The Glop on his back had formed an incredibly tough bilayer and inflated into a large smooth transparent ball. With Aaron inside. His momentum carried the ball forward, and with each cycle, he compressed the side between him and the ground enough to take a tremendous blow to the face, but not quite enough to rupture the flexible tough ball. On the other hand, by spreading out the impact into multiple faceplants, instead of one big one, he remained conscious, merely dazed. He was now only 15 yards away from the robots. And they were still focused on Red's ersatz pharaonic tomb. Thinking quickly, he shifted his weight slightly and aimed for the closest one. The balloon ball crushed the robot into the ground, utterly pulverizing its chassis. Aaron hooted in victory, shouting “Take that!” for lack of a better battle cry. Barely slowed, the balloon ball rolled onward, meeting the sloped wall of the pyramid. The pyramid was sturdy, and perfectly angled to redirect the human hamster's forward rush into a tremendous vertical bound. Aaron's first thought was: 'I think I can see my house from here!' His second was 'uh-oh.'
Dr D and the Disastrous Day
From his hiding place, the old man waited patiently to hear battle reports; since the battle had moved outside, he no longer had much of a view. He didn't have long to wait. The little spider messenger drone danced into view of his prehensile cable camera and preformed a complicated dance, reminiscent of a worker bee describing to its hive where to find nectar. Or in this case, the destruction of NINE DRONES?! And only one enemy casualty confirmed. The old man ground his false teeth together. How could this have happened? He had accounted for everything! Everything! The metal man had dropped his armor to avoid the magnetic mines, as the psych models had predicted. The miniature rail guns should have ended him immediately! How could such a perfectly coordinated assault have been foiled? It was inconceivable! Ah well, at least the hamster ball had worked. Wait, it was where?! How in the hell had he gotten up there? Nothing in his file indicated he could fly... What on earth was going on out there?!
Time for a strategic withdrawal. He wriggled the camera cable at the spider-drone, signaling for all available drones to converge on the metal man. Perhaps he would survive simultaneous failsafe attacks by all five surviving drones, perhaps not. But it would certainly give him time to rejoin the herd of sheep milling about outside... He seized the late Philip under the armpits and began dragging him toward the north exit. As he went, he thumbed a quick text into his burner phone and then tossed it to the spider drone for disposal. The text said the following:
Dearest Dr. Katz. Hope your day is going perfectly.
My Distraction has been Delightfully Disastrous.
I am going back on tour. Perhaps we can meet for Muffins and discuss art?
Later Days.
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