War Room - RHQ

This is the room where all the strategies and plans for war are made and finalized. This room is extremely massive, allowing room for a great number of Repliforce officers and operatives to be in here at the same time. On the floor is a large map pf the world, with the cities and important locations mapped out over the countries of the world. There are also plenty of small, hidden cameras and microphones, capable of broadcasting the planning done in here to the monitors stationed all over RHQ should the need arise. In the walls and ceiling are numerous pointing and display devices, along with an advanced holographic system, capable of running war and battle scenarios in high detail when it is turned on. However, when the War Room sits idle, the holographic display shows a visual of the galaxy, slowly rotating around the sun located in the center.

Ten [Main] [RF]
Crescent Grizzly [RF]
Magnum Panther [Punk] [RF]
Halo Hare [Armor] [RF]
Ricochet [Uniform] [RF]
Hailstorm Couatl [RF]
Ring Redwing [Normal] [RF]
Whipcrack Octopus [RF]
Slash Beast [RF]
Silver Mane [RF]
General [General] [RF]
Citadel Attack Plan and Simulation

Obvious exits:
<S1H> leads to Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
<CC> leads to Command Chamber - RHQ.
<CF> leads to Command Floor - RHQ.

Razor Pterodactyl arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Razor Pterodactyl has arrived.

A strange face and sight can be seen. Silver Mane, someone who is normally never seen is standing against the far wall of the War Room, away from all of the seatrs and the doors. He remains at the full attention stance, looking straight ahead, though for anyone entering, it just feels like his optics are on you anyway. he's not socializing with anyone either, just standing perfectly still at attention, watching the happenings as people file in. On his exterior frame, there is no sign of the grevious injuries he suffered earlier today, but simply awaits General's briefing.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Siege Wolverine transmits, "Copy that."

Colonel arrives from the Command Floor - RHQ.
Colonel has arrived.
Siege Wolverine arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Siege Wolverine has arrived.
Hurricane Hawk arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Hurricane Hawk has arrived.
Strike Osprey arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Strike Osprey has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Flare Feline transmits, "On my way."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Following Commander Hurricane Hawk, sir."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Ring Redwing transmits, "Acknowledged."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Halo Hare transmits, "Yessah."

Phoebus arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Phoebus has arrived.

Heilen arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Heilen has arrived.

Hurricane Hawk comes into the War room, another in tow. The rookie, Strike Osprey, will be coming tonight as well, or so it seems at least. The hawk quickly comes to attention and finds a place while the briefing takes place.

Iris arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Iris has arrived.

Magnum Panther strides confidently into the room, tail lashing about behind him. The panther seems ready for anything, it seems...whatever that might be.

Halo Hare slides inside. Clutching some...earphones? Still in the packet. o_O She looks down...and sweatdrops, before stashing them somewhere in animespace. She then moves over to the Corporal area, looking very nervous - she is a hare, after all.

Colonel steps in from the Command Floor entrance, as he looks about the room, he seems to take deep pride in all those gathered, before moving toward the General.

Strike Osprey indeed follows after his commander, marvelling inwardly at the huge size of the place. oO(Wow...this is quite a place...)Oo
The stench of sulfur fills the room, seeping from the shadows of the corner, twin golden pools igniting from within them. Slowly clicking forth from within the deepened shadows comes Siege Wolverine, the shadows practically oozing from his form. He hmms quietly, "Gonna have teh talk teh MSE 'bout that stealth teleport..." he mutters, moving towards the proper seat. His optics glancing back and forth slowly.

Iris walks in quietly, heading over to sit alongside her brother in her usual chair...which normally doesn't get taken, as it's a bit smaller than most other chairs.

In walks the 10ft tall Repliforce fire cat. There's an oddly somber look on Flare's face tonight. He's literally been killing himself training the past few weeks, and tonight's the night. The whole ordeal for him started as a want for revenge for what happened for his friend, though as time went on he realized that there were more important things at stake. Yes, he still wants to hurt the Robot Masters for what they did to Ten, but he also sees that damaging the Masters like this tonight will only help make the world safer for others now. He walks in, and leans against the rear wall, not feeling terribly social tonight. He's been waiting for this time to come, but he also can't want for it to be over.

Heilen is here, somewhere among the group. But his player is overburdened with forced labor--you know, like internment camps, except at home. So, uh, he's just going to be listening quietly, not talking much, at least until this burdensome requirement disappears.

Phoebus walks in as well, in a jumpsuit instead of the casual clothes his desc suggests. Why? Because...he doesn't have any fan girls. Sniff. Or maybe because he's probably going to be driving something. He usually does during these things.

Templar arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Templar has arrived.

Crescent Grizzly trundles into the room, glaring at random people who inhibit his path to the near wall. When he finally gets there he stretches his arms and cracks his neck to either side, then he sighs gutterally as he leans back.

Captain Whipcrack Octopus, MSE XO, hero of Neo-Tokyo and invertebrate-around-town, moves into the War Room and takes his appointed station. He begins toiling on a console in front of him, running yet another battery of redudant checks of MSE facilities; medical facilities are all on yellow alert and are ready to take on massive casualties, all ride armors have all passed yet another full inspection, base defenses are in place and are at battle readiness, surveilliance nets are in place, two sattelites are in a geo-sync orbit over Siberia to help in logistics, SecDef's listening post feeds are being dumped directly into War Room systems for observation, and an entire case of coffee has just been brought in for the Command Major.
The octopus is good. He's always ready for anything and, at the moment, has MSE in complete combat readiness. At a word, they can spring into immediate action, as they are the terrible machinery that drives this great army. He keeps his connections open to various Repliforce theaters to keep himself updated on the current situation, feeding the data directly into his fractal-based computational systems. He dedicates a smaller amount of system resources to being alert and attentive to his surroundings. Mr. 24/7, Captain Whipcrack Octopus, is now enabled.

Ten hurries in, and finds a place to watch the proceedings. She hasn't been on a combat mission since the loss of her flight systems. And yt, she just can't take not being able to do ehr part any longer. She might not have wings, but darnit, she still has her naginata! And the urge to use it against the enemies of Repliforce again has become too much!

A massive and intricate holographic representation of the Skull Citadel, its perimeters and defenses is hovering above the room. The simulation is currently paused, as the picture rotates slowly. The Repliforce Commander, General himself, is standing beneath it, a small computer panel in front of him. His expression is stalwart, proud, and steeled. He watches not the Skull Citadel, but his many troops file in.

Ricochet finds a seat near the front... a tad relieved the briefing hasn't started yet. It only took him seven tries to find the war room. Orbit . o O (*BLEEP BWIP*) <Eight.> Ric . o O (The bathroom doesn't count!) (*BLEEP BWIP* <Oh yes it does...>) The two are currently glaring at each other... and, of course, probably bewildering everyone as to why.

Hailstorm Couatl slithers into the room and takes to a corner, coiling himself up, and looking alert for the briefing to start.

Colonel walks directly up to the General, a slight salute as his optics slip up toward the hologram. "Sir," is all he says for the second as he studies the hologram itself.

The doors hiss open. The Marine CO, everyone's favorite Fascist Pawn, steps through, looking somewhat solemn. Or maybe that's just his usual neutral expression? He's hard to read. Some might say that's because it's tough reading a book with empty pages, but ... eh. Who knows. "GENERAL, SIR!" he addresses, clapping his fist to his chest and thrusting his arm out. The megacorp trooper stands sharply at attention.

Citadel Attack Plan and Simulation
This is a computerized simulation of a Repliforce assault on the Skull Citadel. It involves approximately 800 Repliforce troops, with roughly equal numbers of Robot Master hostiles. Included are players like Colonel, General, Bass, the Elites, and most of the more powerful Repliforce troops. There's also Fortress 3, and the SS Dreadskull. Needless to say, it's a massive undertaking. Most of the details can be found in General's training room simulation. Currently, with all objectives achieved, there is a 82 percent casualty rate and a 43 percent fatality rate.

Objectives:
1) Destruction of the Skull Citadel.
2) 80% Loss of Robot Master forces (not PCs, drones and such).
3) Destruction of support vehicles and Robot Master units (PCs and ships).

The attack goes as follows:
A) 3 Specops squadrons take out three key anti-aerial defenses along the south perimeter. Simulatiously, five Marine squadrons will attack a defensive emplacement along the northeast perimeter. The northeast perimeter assault is dubbed Alpha Company. <insert squad lists.>
B) Six aerial squadrons will fly in through the gap in the aerial defenses and begin intense bombardment the south side defenses. Meanwhile, Another five Marine squads follow the initial four on the northeast assault. The southern assault teams is dubbed Delta Company. <insert squad lists>
C) Following the aerial bombardment of the south, eleven Marine squads will drive through the hole. The remaining aerial squads will continue their bombardment 500 meters inside their perimeter. Master defenses will be re-diverted according to the south and northeast assaults. More Marine squads will reinforce the assaults on both sides and must capture as much territory as possible.
D) An intense aerial and artillery bombardment will commence over areas not being sieged by Marines. All forces must be careful not to cross into territory they are not ordered to attack, or they will run the risk of being hit by friendly fire.
E) When Master forces have been sufficiently diverted, the main bulk of the Marine assault group will attack. This group is called Omega Company. <insert squad lists>. With heavy artillery and aerial assistance, they will push through til the 42nd line - their last until the perimeter shield.
F) Coordinates 1689 by 1975 by 2045 (the southeast) must be cleared of all personnel approximately 25 minutes into the attack. Afterward, General will use the Ion Cannon to strike at their perimeter shield. Their forces will hopefully be distracted enough to not notice General as he charges, since he will be behind Hill 106, just under the ridge. It is expected that the perimeter shield will collapse as a result.
G) Using the hole cleared by Omega Company, Specops units will make their way through the field, to the Citadel, and use the charges designed by Heilen to destroy the Citadel itself. The charge will be 3 minutes. All personnel must clear the field by that time. The entire operation should not last more than one hour. Any more and the Master forces will become too entrenched in their positions and we will not be able to root them out.

As Colonel speaks with General, Iris saves her favorite brother a seat. As if she needs to.

General returns the salute briefly to Templar and Colonel, continuing to watch his troops file in. He leans over to Colonel slightly, brow furrowed a bit. "Where is Major Anthem?" he murmers quietly.

Strike Osprey continues to stand at attention, keeping any thoughs he might be having silent for the moment...after all, he hasn't been asked, now has he?

Templar lowers his salute, seeming to be anything but 'at ease' nonetheless. He walks forward at his usual measuredly casual pace, taking his seat. He gives a nod to the Marine Captain beside him, then glances at the other - Phoebus.

Siege Wolverine latches onto the back of the chair and flips over it. He lands, sitting upon the chair, golden optics surveying the room.

Magnum Panther blinks at this. "She's not here, sir?" The panther looks around. Well, this is a sticky wicket. If the Major isn't here, who's gonna lead the rescue op?

Colonel quirks a brow and looks over the room in full, his optics searching the growing crowd, "Unsure. She could still be enroute from one of her many excursions." Colonel seems not worried, but nonetheless, he motions a Private nearby to go search for her.

Ring Redwing arrives looking well-polished. Well, looking like she was just polished. She fidgets about a bit but manages to keep quiet. somewhat nervous about the whole affair but ready enough. Or as they say, 'Ready as ever.'

Hurricane Hawk motions Strike to take a seat nearby. "C'mon, calm down, it's only a briefing." he tells him, trying to help the Osprey relax a little.

Strike Osprey manages a faint smile as he does sit in the chair...it creaks rather ominously, but nothing (thankfully) happens. "Thank you, sir." Of course, he is a raw recruit...we can excuse just a little nervousness on his part, now, can't we?

Hurricane Hawk nods once before turning his attention back forward.

Phoebus is sitting if everybody else is, probably, yes.

Flare Feline stays, leaned agains the rear wall, arms crossed. He looks oddly somber, not like Flare at all. He tries to focus his thoughts, soon he'll be thrown into the icy climate of Siberia to help fight off god knows how many Master forces. This time tomorrow it'll all be over and he'll be back here, or in the medbay, or worse...

General mmms with displeasure at Colonel's reply, then looks back at the assembled Repliforcers. With a simple hard gaze out at the crowd, most of the troops fall silent. He's just that damn good. "At ease, all. I will begin our briefing of Operation Tundra Hurricane, our codename for this mission. We have a hard battle ahead of us, but with months of training and planning, I am sure it will culiminate into a successful mission. We have three objectives. Number one, destruction of the freeze ray, number two, destruction of the Skull Citadel, and number three, the recovery of Command Major Frost Walrus."

Templar is about to whisper something to Phoebus, when General speaks. Quickly, the CO turns to look at the /real/ CO, eyes locked on his. He listens intently.

Ricochet and Orbit break their glare at one another, looking towards General as he finally starts the briefing. Not much of a pose, but, hell, he doesn't have a lot to do.

Magnum Panther nods slowly, arms folded over his chest as he sits. He says nothing, letting Big Guy say his piece.

Whipcrack Octopus looks at General, seeming to stop his constant work -- at least, on the physical plane.

Ten stays at attention, feeling a bit nervous. She is a bit worried that because of her... condition... she might be denied a chance to participate in the attack. She REALLY doesn't want that! After the trauma of loosing her flight capability, she might not be able to take loosing the right to do her part to help Repliforce defend the world.

Phoebus blinks at Templar, since it seems like he might say something...but since he doesn't, he just nods anyway and looks to General. He is thinking about...things, certainly, but what are they? It's a secret! MWahahhahaa.

Strike Osprey glances from Hurri to General, shrugging massive shoulders slowly. Well, looks like he's going to swim in this situation, or sink messily. oO(All I can do is give it my best shot...)Oo

Halo Hare stares wiiiiiiiideeyed at General. Just watching nervously, taking everything in. *Gulp*

Colonel steps a few steps away from the General as he starts, so that he is conviently nearby, yet able to watch slightly off to the side. Crossing his arms across his chest, his optics narrow as the General begins to speak.

Flare Feline watches General attentively. He didn't nearly freeze his powercore into a block of ice for nothing during all that arctic training. He's going to be ready to do what he can.

Hailstorm Couatl stretches as he listens to the plan. .oO(Well, it does seem that I will be in my element for this mission. That'll make it easier.)Oo.

Crescent Grizzly looks up briefly at General, his optics lightening ever so slightly at the mention of destruction. How he longs to be involved as opposed to guarding the London Monolith. His left claw hand is positioned in front of him, which he casually looks over while waiting for the briefing to begin.

General continues, "The attack has been broken up into three main groups. Major Anthem, along with Major Slash Beast, Lieutenant Siege Wolverine, and a few others, will be leading a holographic detactment to hit the east perimeter of the Skull Citadel. They will be used to draw the Robot Master defenses away from the other perimeters. Once distracted, the other two main battlegroups will attack. Tango, Charlie and Bravo will form Titan Group, lead by Commander Templar. They will be striking at the west perimeter of the Skull Citadel defenses. Easy, Kappa, and Omega companies will make up the Apollo Battlegroup, lead by Captain Phoebus and Commander Hurricane Hawk. They will be striking the southeast perimeter."

Magnum Panther nods slowly...Magnum fully expects to be sent off with Anthem's group, but who can say? Tail swishing about behind him, Magnum glances around the crowd...old friends. New faces. How many of these people will Magnum not see tomorrow? Probably too many to count.

Siege Wolverine nods to General. He remains silent for the moment, Wolverine knowing what has to be done. Already, his weapon systems are primed and ready to go. Siege's explosives are ready for action and loaded to the max, so much so, that he had to remove a few layers of blades to make up the difference.

Templar listens, glancing at the map. He doesn't do too much thinking - he's waiting for General to spell it all out for him before he even /thinks/ about filling in gaps. Hmm. Tango, Charlie, and Bravo. Not bad companies. There are a few arctic assault squads in there.

Strike Osprey nods in acknowledgement. Whatever happens tonight, he's ready...or so he hopes. Wings flicking out and then carefully refolding, the osprey brings one arm down to his 'gun-hand' to check it over. Everything appears to be in order...ammo, full. Assembly...oiled. He's as ready as he'll ever be, it seems.

Razor Pterodactyl pays close attention, and is just generally showing off his 'nameless face in the crowd' impression. Oooh, has he been practising?

Phoebus blinks. Apollo Battlegroup? He isn't too stupid to recognize some kind of a play on his name. Perhaps. He looks to Hurricane Hawk and grins at him, since he likes the guy. Poor Hurricane. Southeast Perimeter though...hm..that means it should be easy to interchange between east perimiter if they somehow figure out it's a holographic group. But it looks like he won't be anywhere near Templar. Oh well.

Colonel pulls out a small pad, and quickly recaps over the scenario run that General had put out in the past weeks for this assault before looking back out at the crowd. Its obvious he's a bit...anxious as to exactly where Major Anthem is.

Slash Beast's confidence is assailed by a thousand doubts. What could be keeping Anthem? What if Frost Walrus turns out to be in several pieces when he is found, or can't be found at all? He does his best to quell these worries and remain completely focused on General.

Ring Redwing thinks, o0(I hope there aren't too many tables to clean tomorrow at the Reploid Room, I already had to bargain so that I could get time off for tonight. I bet the Manager will be really upset if I don't show tomorrow.)

Ricochet just listens.

General says, "There are three main lines of defense around the Skull Citadel." As General speaks, little green dots, representing Repliforce, and red dots, representing the Masters, appears on the simulation. The Greens charge at the red dots from the corresponding spots on the map, 'fighting'. "Attack Battlegroups are expected to destroy as much Robot Master defenses as possible. It is a heavily guarded base, and much resistance is expected. The Battlegroups are expected to hold as much of the Master's attention as possible. Battlegroups will be supported by artillery from behind the perimeter, since moving tanks on the terrain will make them targets. Taking ground will be the responsibility of the infantry. Artillery will follow behind. As many Master forces and lines must be occupied, to allow Major Anthem's team to infiltrate the Citadel and plant the necessary explosives. I will be on hand to use the Ion Cannon to knock down the perimeter shield of the Citadel.""

Halo Hare muses nervously. .oO(Ah hope ah don' run in t' Wallace...an' ah hope...Inle...won't call mah friend's names.)Oo. she sneaks a glance around. .oO(..Frithrah, please...)Oo. Sigh.

Crescent Grizzly looks around the room curiously, glancing at his commander Magnum Panther. For all he knows he could be joining another group, but likely he'll be following him. As General acknowledges leaders of this operation, his optics locate them in quiet observation.

Anthem arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Anthem has arrived.

Magnum Panther nods twice...once in acknowledgement of Crescent's presence, and again as General speaks. Sounds like this is going to be a tough nut to crack. oO(I can only hope we're prepared for this...or else we're all in for a world of hurt.)Oo

Hailstorm Couatl listens carefully, focusing on the plan.

Moonlight Kitsune arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Moonlight Kitsune has arrived.

Siege Wolverine nods sagely, examining the simulation for the thirteenth time this week... His optics focusing in on the various key locations of the Citadel, his muzzle growing dark as his optics blaze with greater intensity. A low growl rises from within his chest. o0(Gonna take Detonators teh blow this one's main support beams.)

Fusion Phoenix arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Fusion Phoenix has arrived.

Moonlight Kitsune walks in slowly, her tails swishing behind her, as she looks around the war room, and then moves herself off to one side, to observe for now.

Slash Beast nods to Anthem as she enters. It's been a while since he's had the chance to work with her in the field, and he's rather looking forward to it.

Strike Osprey pays particular attention here...leaning forward in his seat, Strike rests his cannon-arm on his right knee. "Wonder if I'm going to be in that first group..." the bird says quietly, almost whispering.

Anthem has always been here. Just... getting coffee.

<Global News Network> Briefly, all televisions and monitors are redirected to a rather impromptu broadcast of RMTV. From the looks of it, it appears the camera is in the midst of a snowy landscape, near a rather large cannon and a suspicious-lookin' skull-faced base. "Say it!" Crash Man demands, pointing his drill at Frost Walrus's -head-! "Say it, fatboy! Say it or DIE!" The Walrus stares up at the camera, his big ol' eyes twinkling with sadness. "Say it, blubber-butt!" The Red Bomber holds the drill closer to Frost Walrus. "..I.." Frost Walrus begins to mutter, his voice sounding defeat. "..I-I.. am .. the walrus. Coo-coo.." Frost's head lowers, "..cachoo." Crash Man, and a whole bunch of people behind the camera, start laughing. "Bwahahahahahaha!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "The sad part is, he agreed to that relatively easily, but we had to cut off a finger before he'd tell us Iris' dress size."

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "hey, what was that?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "too much caffeine?"

Fusion Phoenix jogs in to the room, and quickly takes a place near the back to avoid blocking anyone's view

<Global News Network> And then, the pirate-transmission ceases. We now return you to the fiftieth remake of Shaft: the Movie.

Iris knows she's likely not going to be in any of the groups, especially if her brother has a say in it and considering she was blown to pieces by one of Serges' explosives just this morning and is fresh from repair.
As the GNN newsbreak comes on, Iris watches it with great pain in her eyes...she still feels it's her fault that Frost is in his current predicament. "Oh dear..." her eyes fill with unfallen tears.
The simulation continues to run. A lot of green dots go out, but more red dots go out too. There's a lot of intermixing, but mostly the green dots are pressing ahead. "There will be a signal when the detonation sequence for the explosives as begun. Battlegroups will have four minutes to extract themselves from the perimeter. Troops must be outside the original perimeter line to avoid damage in the explosion." Briefly looking down at his notes, General adds, "Colonel will be acting as a liason between the battlegroups, coordinating things. I will now field questions before our deployment."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dust Man transmits, "Shutyomouf!"

Hurricane Hawk twitches at an internal signal. Good lord... he's going to have Crash's head on a plater before he's done..

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "hmmm"

[Radio: (D) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "They're just talkin' bout Shaft!"

Halo Hare eartwitches. She blinks rapidly, and a strange expression filters across her face.

Magnum Panther would almost ditto that sentiment, but hey...he makes a living off of not caring. Or so it seems. Wordlessly, the panther raises his hand. Looks like he's got a question already...was he planning that in advance?

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "oh, I understand then"

Flare Feline is still there, leaning against the back wall. Yep. He glances at the GNN broadcast for a moment, and nearly winces. He's never really met Frost Walrus on a personal level, but that would be hard to watch for anyone. He sighs, and turns his attention back to the simululation, not really having anything to say. Just waiting for the word....

Hailstorm Couatl twitches slightly at the GNN message...

Phoebus twitches much like Hawk, he decides not to ask if it's okay to to make this an attack on Crash Man instead of the Citadel. Every unit after him...grr.. tempting but...stupid.

Slash Beast snarls audibly.

Strike Osprey says nothing. Like the others, he seems about ready to jump out of his skin over the GNN...but, of course, he can't do anything. Except make a Robot Master /hurt/. And yes, that will happen sometime tonight...if the osprey has anything to say about it, that is.

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "hmm, why don't you keep transmitting some more time?"

Crescent Grizzly glares at the GNN report and raises his lip, snarling.
Whipcrack Octopus has no reaction to the GNN message, being immersed in the Polyopticon to begin with. Attention is being paid to the real world, but only as a secondary `window'. Whipcrack is almost single-handedly coordinating the whole of MSE at the moment, so this can probably be excused.

Templar glances at General. He raises a hand, sort of ... one finger extended. A 'one question' sort of gesture, I suppose.

Fusion Phoenix shakes his head at the broadcast. oO(simple pleasures for simple minds I suspose)Oo

Ring Redwing wipes a hand across her optics and sort of sniffles. o0(How can the Masters be so cruel and heartless?) That was just /so/ wrong. And on different levels even.

Siege Wolverine snarls quietly at the GNN, his optics becoming even brighter, the shadows on his body growing deeper. He remains very quiet, his body very still. He looks back and forth, trying to determine exactly what to do at this point.

Iris just lowers her head solemnly, still listening to the briefing in progress, but anguished that the Masters are getting so much pleasure from Frost's blatant torture.

Razor Pterodactyl hmpfs as he picks up the GNN message. oO(That was uncalled for... the Masters'll soon learn to give others the respect they deserve.)

Ten raises a taloned hand. "Sir, I have a question."

General says, "Yes, Commander Ten?"

Hurricane Hawk glances over toward Ten, betting he knows the question.

Moonlight Kitsune perks her ear up at the GNN signal, but otherwise seems to remain very calm, her eight tails swishing slowly, as she listens to the converation.

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "My, my... I'm sssurprisssed that the Repliforsscersss have no comment on that..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dust Man transmits, "Mayhap they need another dose..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Flare Feline transmits, "We don't have anything to say to the likes of you."

Slash Beast realizes that he is shaking with rage. He tries to calm himself with the knowledge that Frost is alive, but the image of the physically and emotionally broken walrus continues to haunt him.

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "it's very funny to ignore us UNrs, isn't it?"

[Radio: (D) Public] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "simple pleasures for simple minds I suspose"

[Radio: (D) Public] Metal Man transmits, "Look the fodder speaks!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Big talk from someone who won't even mount a rescue mission for their friend."

[Radio: (D) Public] Halo Hare transmits, "...ah have one word f' the lahkes of yah. Eembleer."

[Radio: (D) Public] Snake Man transmits, "_I_ wasssn't involved in hisss torture. You want to asssk Heat Man about that."

[Radio: (D) Public] Burst Man transmits, "Those twits are probably hiding in a basement somewhere going "boo hoo... those masters best us at every turn... we can't do anything, Boo hoo hoo, We should just turn the world over to Wily now...""

Flare Feline quietly snarls at his radio, deciding not to say anything else. The masters will get theirs, soon enough.

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, " *blackboard scratching sound*"

[Radio: (D) Public] Burst Man transmits, "Boo hoo hoo..."

[Radio: (D) Public] Dust Man transmits, "Wily owns you!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Been there. Done that. Got the T-shirt."

[Radio: (D) Public] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "if that was an example of Wily's rule . . . I'd rather die"

Ten speaks a little nervously. "Sir, since I lost my flight system, I haven't been assigned any orders, I'm not on any squad lists, and it seems like I'm not getting to do anything to help Repliforce. I guess it's because of fear of having my systems deteriorate further. I must ask... that whatever has been keeping me from participating in Repliforce activities be revoked, and I be allowed to join this mission. I don't want to stop being part of Repliforce just because I can't fly anymore. Even if this will put my systems in danger, I can't take doing nothing anymore."

[Radio: (D) Public] World Yamato Man transmits, "I am not proud of this behavior. It was not of my mind. Samurai do not behave in such a way. Good evening. <digital tuning noise, as Yamato leaves the channel for a while>"

[Radio: (D) Public] Dr. Wily transmits, "Arrangements can be made, no doubt."

[Radio: (D) Public] Burst Man transmits, "Boo hoo hoo, we qare so weak that we can't save anything, we should just die.. boo hoo"

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "bah, you don't even know where /you/ masters are"

[Radio: (D) Public] Halo Hare gnashes her teeth audibly. Then, like Yamato, another digital tuning sound.

[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "I'm sitting in front of my TV!"

[Radio: (D) Public] Magnum Panther transmits, "Don't you idiots know that stuff rots your brain? Oh, that's right. Too late."

Flare Feline watches Ten speak. He still doesn't like the thought of her fighting like that, however he's seen her in the simulations, she looks like she isn't affected combat wise. And he knows it means a lot to her. He decides to speak up on her behalf "General Sir, I've seen Commander Ten in the Training Facility lately, her fighting ability does not seem to be affected. I believe that she should be able to attend this raid, sir."

[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Replifarce propaganda rots brains. Too much damn sugar."

[Radio: (D) Public] Gale Sorcerer transmits, "I need a coffee cup..."

Hymn arrives from the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Hymn has arrived.

[Radio: (D) Public] Flare Feline transmits, "It doesn't take much to rot what's left of your brains."

Hurricane Hawk nods simply, agreeing to that. "She could assist Phoebus or Templar perhaps." the hawk adds as well, she may not have wings, may not be listed, but he still sees her as an Aerial.

General looks at Commander Ten briefly, brow furrowing a bit. "Very well, Commander, you're with the Apollo Battlegroup," he answers simply, then moves his gaze to Magnum Panther. "Last question, Commander."

Phoebus smiles toward Ten, "...Nice to have you aboard...", he seems to be genuinely glad she's coming along. woah.

Hurricane Hawk sends a radio transmission to Ten.

Ten receives a radio transmission.

Ricochet doesn't say much... just... listening. Orbit sits on his lap.

Magnum Panther nods slowly, clearing his throat before he speaks: "Uhm, sir, what about base defenses? Shall I assume they're going to be held as always?" Hey, he is curious, after all...

Strike Osprey glances over at Ten, tilting his head to one side quizzically. Of course, the avian has no clue what tragedy befell Ten, so he's got no idea. Oh well...there's always time to find out later. Now's not quite the time, now, is it?

Phoebus sends a radio transmission.
Ten receives a radio transmission from Phoebus.

Ten looks to Phoebus, and smiles happily. It is amazing how well she can smile despite the beak. "Thank you, Phoebus. It's great to be aboard."

The softest of sounds come from the doors to the War Room... the soft swishing of robes... and the Robotic Man of the Cloth slowly makes his way into the gigantic War Room. Hymn pauses, his head lifting to slowly study the gathered assembly, before slowly walking forward and into the assembled. His arms are folded into the sleeves of his robes as he surveys the crowd.

Ten sends a radio transmission to Hurricane Hawk.
Hurricane Hawk receives a radio transmission from Ten.
Hurricane Hawk sends a radio transmission to Ten.
Ten receives a radio transmission.
Hurricane Hawk sends a radio transmission.
Ten receives a radio transmission from Hurricane Hawk.

General nods to Magnum Panther. "Yes, Commander. Base Defenses will be at red alert, due to the threat of Master retaliation or the possibility of the Mavericks capitalizing on our state." Pausing, he takes a wide gaze of all the Repliforcers assembled in the room. "This is our biggest engagement in a long time, and I know all of you will show the Robot Masters and the world exactly the kind of soldiers the Repliforce is. We will not give up, we will not surrender, and we -will- -WIN-. I cannot express how proud I am of each and every one of you, from Colonel, to Sergeant Flare Feline, to the 10th Airborne, to Private Beta Mouse. All troops, prepare for deployment to Siberia. Dismissed!" The General echoes loudly.

Hurricane Hawk sends a radio transmission.
Ten receives a radio transmission.
Ten sends a radio transmission.
Phoebus receives a radio transmission from Ten.

Whipcrack Octopus shifts from his position at the War Room desk, moving his console info up into the Control Chamber. Whipcrack will not be going out this night, but he will be overseeing the MSE portion of the operations from here. He salutes crisply, then departs.

Whipcrack Octopus enters the Command Chamber - RHQ.
Whipcrack Octopus has left.

Hurricane Hawk nods, "Yes sir!" the hawk states giving a firm salute, thunderous it isn't, but heard it is before he departs the room, "Phoebus." he says simply as he exits. Radioing for his personal wing to meet with him as soon as possible.

Flare Feline raises an eyebrow slightly, surprised that the General mentioned him specifically. Well, he probably just happened to be the first one that was in his line of sight. Regardless, Flare leans away from the wall and stands straight up. It's time. He prepares to leave with the others boarding the dropships.

Ten sends a radio transmission to Hurricane Hawk.
Hurricane Hawk receives a radio transmission from Ten.

Colonel enters the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Colonel has left.

Magnum Panther nods, and returns the salute...the panther will be here, making sure that the base defenses are at the highest level of preparedness. After all, that's his /real/ job, isn't it? With that, the panther turns and begins to head off towards the command chamber...he's got work to do.

Magnum Panther enters the Command Chamber - RHQ.
Magnum Panther has left.

Fusion Phoenix leaves the war room quickly, he was near the door anyway

Templar stands and walks out, heading to get his armour.

Fusion Phoenix enters the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Fusion Phoenix has left.

Iris sits there for a long moment after dismissal, eyes closed. Perhaps she's saying her own kind of prayer, or offering a silent thought up for the captive Frost Walrus.

Templar enters the Sub-Level 1 Hallway.
Templar has left.

*Minutes later...*

You enter the Hangar Bay - RHQ.
Hangar Bay - RHQ(#2105RntFJ)

The Repliforce Hangar Bay is a massive complex, taking up the majority of the level 2 Sub-Level. Sprawling and massive, it is a giant rectangle. The floor is lined in reds and yellows, to mark various parking areas, service stations, and what have you. Blue lights hang from the ceiling, with yellow neon tubelights attached to the walls. In emergency, the blue lights will turn to red for a Red Alert, yellow for a Yellow Alert, and Green for a regular launch. The floor is metallic, but an offbeat grey and blue combination. To one side of the Hangar are the various Ride Armor pods, with rampways and technicians constantly working on them. To the other side are various vehicles, such as Storm Owl's Air Platform. Craft exit the Hangar not through an opening to the sky, but through what appears to be a set of flashing green tubes, which apparently propel the craft below Repliforce HQ, to somewhere more accustomable to launch or deploy.

Templar [Nohelmet] [RF]
Fusion Phoenix [RF]
Colonel [RF]
Repliforce Dropship <Falconis> [RF]
Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> [RF]
Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> [RF]
Repliforce Hoverbike <Alpha> [RF]
Repliforce Space Shuttle <Comet> [RF]
Repliforce VTOL <Razor> [RF]
Repliforce Hovertank <Stalwart> [RF]
Repliforce Ride Armor <Kangaroo> [RF]
Ride Armor Recharge Chamber <RARC>
Repliforce Submergable Hovercraft <Barracuda> [RF]

Obvious exits:
Exit Tunnel 4 <ET4> leads to Sky Above Eastern United States.
Exit Tunnel 3 <ET3> leads to Western Atlantic Ocean.
Exit Tunnel 2 <ET2> leads to New York - Western Residential.
Exit Tunnel 1 <ET1> leads to New England.
<DC> leads to Detention Center - RHQ.
<S2H> leads to Sub-Level 2 Hallway.

Falconis.
Repliforce Dropship <Falconis>

======================= Repliforce Dropship <Falconis> =======================

Just like the armour plating on the outside has been sacrificed, so have many of the luxuries that would make for anything more than a cozy ride. It's a small craft, after all, with barely more than a cockpit at the front for two pilots, while the rest is an area designed for troops or small cargoes. Benches line both of the side walls at the rear of the craft, various straps in position to hold any passengers in place.

====================== Type 'vhelp' for a command list. ======================
Contents:
Templar
Colonel

Outside> Siege Wolverine arrives from the Sub-Level 2 Hallway.

Siege Wolverine has arrived.

Fusion Phoenix has arrived.

Outside> Ricochet arrives from the Sub-Level 2 Hallway.

Outside> Slash Beast arrives from the Sub-Level 2 Hallway.

Templar steps in, heavy (and I mean /heavy/) metal boots clacking solidly against the floorplates. He carries his helmet in his left hand, and his shield is slung over his back, under his cape. His expression is typically hard to decipher.

Ricochet walks into the room, glancing about... he concentrates for a moment, before a glow comes about him. Armor materializes, as his combat systems come online with a faint whirr. "...hope we do all right..." he mutters, quietly, to the Replirat, before he heads to board the Raiden.

Razor Pterodactyl enters the Sky Above Eastern United States.
Razor Pterodactyl has left.

Ten has left.

Ricochet has left.

Ring Redwing enters the Sky Above Eastern United States.
Ring Redwing has left.

Outside> The main doors to the Falconis sit open, waiting for everyone to get in and prep for departure. Through the main windshield of the Falconis, Colonel can be seen tapping a few keys as he prepares for departure himself, going through pre-flight check.

Flare Feline enters the Falconis, and quietly takes a seat. This brings back odd memories of the time of the battle in the North Pole. Great big important battle in a very very cold place. Thankfull this time he's had sufficient training to withstand a cold climate. He straps himself in, feeling still a bit nervous.

Stinger Flytrap steps into the ship with more than a little distaste.

Outside> Ten receives a radio transmission.
Ten receives a radio transmission.

Outside> Colonel receives a radio transmission from Iris.

Colonel receives a radio transmission from Iris.

Halo Hare is sitting...somewhere...is looking down at her paws. Sigh. She's shaking very slightly, as if cold. -_-

Colonel looks back toward the troops in the back, "Alright Repliforce, are we all strapped in and ready to go remove the Robot Masters from existance?" It seems Colonel is equally proud of Repliforce as General was up in the War Room.

Colonel sends a radio transmission.

Ten hurries into the Falconis. Surprisingly, she is skipping, and actually looks happy. Quickly, she sits down, fastens her seat belt, and calls out, "Yes, Sir! I'm ready!" It seems she is ecstatic to be part of Repliforce again.

Halo Hare looks up towards Colonel, and nods slightly...then again, it could be because she's shaking. Eh. "Yessah." she whispers. All buckled up!

Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> kneels down as if it was about to eject it's passenger. But it doesn't...It's probably doing this to get stability In case there's rapid movement involved in this. They might get fired at after all.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] General transmits, "Falconis, Cow, you are authorized for takeoff. Bring us to the proper location."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hymn speaks softly over this frequency. "Go with God. And remember these words, for they will aid you, and remember always your purpose." A pause...

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hymn speaks with a smile in his voice, seriousness in his tone. "The wicked in his pride persecutes the poor; Let them be caught in the plots which they have devised, Break the arm of the wicked and the evil man; Seek out his wickedness until you find none."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hymn concludes with a firmness in his voice. "Now, my children, go forth and kick much ass."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Commander Magnum Panther chuckles. "Now that's a sermon I could get into."

Slash Beast takes a seat near Siege and Halo. "Our first priority upon arrival will be to set up the holographic projectors. Corporal Halo, do you have stealth capabilities?"

*Later still...*

Outside> You enter the Siberia.
Outside> Siberia
Outside>
From the early 21st century and before, Siberia was long considered one of the least habitable places on the Earth's surface. With below freezing temperatures and an incredibly rugged terrain, the majority of the vast resources of the area were left untapped during those times due to the limited technology of that time. Indeed, habitation was limited to a mere handful of mining stations and military outposts, which themselves were abandoned soon after the fall of the Soviet Union.

All this has changed in current times. While huge tracts of land have been preserved the way they were in the times past, now sprawling metropolises dot the area. These cities are ringed by fields of solar panels thousands of yards deep that provide more than enough energy to make Siberia a perfectly habitable place. In fact, there are actually good sized temperate forest parks scattered throughout the cities. Near the southeastern corner of Siberia, several cities have merged into a true MegaCity, the main habitation of the area, called Gar Sansky.

Outside> Repliforce Cargo Plane <Cow> [RF]
Hailstorm Couatl [RF]
Dust Man [Nurse] [RM]
Razor Pterodactyl [RF]
Ring Redwing [Normal] [RF]
Hurricane Hawk [Atalon] [RF]
Strike Osprey [RF]
Enker [Casual] [RM]
Transport Mechquine <Caesura II>
Dr. Wily [Wily] [RM]
Fire Man [Armor] [RM]
Search Man [Normal] [RM]
Search Snake
Crystal Man [Armor] [RM]
Frost Walrus [RF]
Metal Man [Armor] [RM]
Aqua Man [Primary] [RM]
Magic Man [Master] [RM]
Gyro Man [RM]
Quick Man [Quick] [RM]
Heat Man [Normal] [RM]
Bass [Casual] [RM]
Yamato Man [RM]
North Perimeter
East Perimeter
West Perimeter
South Perimeter
Robot Master Forces
Fortress 12 [#3285 Vaen]
Siberian Mountain [RM]
Access Lair

Outside> Obvious exits:
Outside> Courtyard <C> leads to Courtyard <Skull Citadel>.
Outside> Submerge <D> leads to Underneath Arctic Ocean.
Outside> North <N> leads to Arctic Ocean.
Outside> West <W> leads to Ural Mountains.
Outside> Southeast <SE> leads to Central Russia.
Outside> South <S> leads to Gobi Desert.
Outside> East <E> leads to Kamchatka.
Outside> Up <U> leads to Sky Above Siberia.

Halo Hare blinks, and looks up at Slash. Still shivering a bit. "Yessah." she whispers.

Outside> Heat Man sits next to the reaction chamber, helping monitor his paitent. "Systems seem stable..."

Outside> Aqua Man makes his snow man anatomically correct... eww.

Ten rubs her hands together anxiously.

Outside> Dust Man enters the Courtyard <Skull Citadel>.

Siege Wolverine looks at Halo. "Need a, ehhh, thermal blanket?" he inquires, reaching into subspace for one.

Outside> Flare Feline receives a radio transmission from Phoebus.
Phoebus sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "You can handle the cold this time, right?"

Outside> Transport Mechquine <Caesura II> continues to fly along the perimeter, checking the security around the ray area.

Outside> Flare Feline sends a radio transmission to Phoebus.
[Radio] You send Phoebus a direct message: "Yes sir. I only malfunctioned before because of several days straight with little break in between. I'll be fine."

Outside> Flare Feline receives a radio transmission.
Phoebus sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Just making sure."

Outside>
Rising out of the blasted tundra is a towering spite of rock and ice... or so it would appear. Due to intelligence gathered, the Repliforce knows that hidden behind this innocuous facade is a seat of power for Dr. Wily. Skull Citadel. A ways east of the 'mountain' is a forest of deep evergreens. To the north and south are snow covered rolling hills.

All appears calm at the moment, the arctic wind cutting across the permafrost.

Slash Beast rumbles, "Excellent. Under the cover of stealth, we'll begin placing the generators immediately. To minimize the risk of interception, I've set up a channel to be used exclusively by our team. The frequency is 1820. If neither of you has any questions, let us begin... there's no time to waste."

Outside> King takes Transport Mechquine <Caesura II>.

Halo Hare blinkblinks, looking at Siege. She shakes her head slightly. "Nah sah..." a small smile. "Just nervous, sah." -_^" She looks back at Slash, and nodsnods.

Siege Wolverine nods sagely to Slash, "Set." he nods to Halo. "Right..."

Outside> The Falconis itself comes throttling into the area with its Aerial escorts before setting down and opening its bay doors to release the troops within.

Outside> Repliforce Cargo Plane <Cow> moves in low from the east, approaching the Skull Citadel location as quickly as possible. A low rumble emits from her engines, as the massive Repliforce jet moves over the landscape. Coming to landing not far from the perimeter, the doors slide open as the Repliforce battlegroup Titan deploys onto the Siberian landscape.

Outside> Search Man continues to sweep his binocular-aided gaze over to the area. Nothing.. nothing.. big flying ship.. nothing... wait a moment. "Oh slag."

Outside> General receives a radio transmission from Whipcrack Octopus.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] General transmits, "Team Slash Beast, proceed immediately."

Outside> Templar glances back. "For Repliforce." he says briefly, then seals his helmet with a click-hiss, drawing his shield and locking it down as well. The Marine leaps out of the dropship, slowing his descent with jumpjets and flying towards the Western Front (rimshot) with the rest of Titan Group.

Outside> Colonel drops Duel of the Fates, Pt. Deux.

Outside> A loud clanging noise with even louder mechanized noises comes from the depths of the Cow after most of the troops have deployed... followed by a massive ride armor. The Raiden. It walks to the end of the gangplank, and stands in the snow, 'looking' through the area for targets... atop the mecha, it's pilot, Ricochet, does a final systems check before ordering his vehicle forth into the fray.

Slash Beast rumbles, "Engage stealth mode and move out."
Slash Beast activates his stealth mode.

Halo Hare activates her stealth mode.

Outside> Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> Stomps out of the Falconis. He sends two transmissions to ...his...coworkers as it were, even though they technically outrank him, probably. oh well.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Siege Wolverine transmits, "Copy that, Sir. Movin' out as we speak."

Outside> King moves to the north to engage the forces there, as its closest to where he ended up while on patrol anyway.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Halo Hare sounds veri veri nervous. Woo. "Yessah."

Outside> Metal Man stomps off to the Eastern Perimeter to meet the vile assault of the Fodderforcers.

Halo Hare nods nervously, before hopping out.

Outside> Search Man curses, and storms back down towards the cannon and the base, weapon systems coming online as he does. "Enemies approaching." "Engage defenses!" "This is not a drill. We are under attack!" "I repeat, this is not a drill!"

Siege Wolverine disappears from the Falconis, fading into the shadows. A cheshire grin leering from the void, before disappearing.

Flare Feline stands from his seat, and heads to the door. Here we go...

Halo Hare has left.

Ten salutes everybody aboard and says, "May we all fight well!" Then she hurries out of the Falconis, getting in position to attack as soon as it is time for squad Apollo to attack.

Slash Beast picks up some of the holographic generation equipment and heads on out...

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Marine CO/Commander Templar transmits, "Titan Group, move out. Keep on your toes."

Siberia

From the early 21st century and before, Siberia was long considered one of the least habitable places on the Earth's surface. With below freezing temperatures and an incredibly rugged terrain, the majority of the vast resources of the area were left untapped during those times due to the limited technology of that time. Indeed, habitation was limited to a mere handful of mining stations and military outposts, which themselves were abandoned soon after the fall of the Soviet Union.

All this has changed in current times. While huge tracts of land have been preserved the way they were in the times past, now sprawling metropolises dot the area. These cities are ringed by fields of solar panels thousands of yards deep that provide more than enough energy to make Siberia a perfectly habitable place. In fact, there are actually good sized temperate forest parks scattered throughout the cities. Near the southeastern corner of Siberia, several cities have merged into a true MegaCity, the main habitation of the area, called Gar Sansky.

[Stealthed] Halo Hare [Armor] [RF]
Frost Walrus [RF]
General [General] [RF]
Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> [RF]
Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> [RF]
Repliforce Dropship <Falconis> [RF]
Repliforce Cargo Plane <Cow> [RF]
Dr. Wily [Wily] [RM]
Fire Man [Armor] [RM]
Search Man [Normal] [RM]
Search Snake
Bass [Casual] [RM]
Yamato Man [RM]
North Perimeter
East Perimeter
West Perimeter
South Perimeter
Robot Master Forces
Fortress 12 [#3285 Vaen]
Siberian Mountain [RM]
Access Lair

Obvious exits:
Courtyard <C> leads to Courtyard <Skull Citadel>.
Submerge <D> leads to Underneath Arctic Ocean.
North <N> leads to Arctic Ocean.
West <W> leads to Ural Mountains.
Southeast <SE> leads to Central Russia.
South <S> leads to Gobi Desert.
East <E> leads to Kamchatka.
Up <U> leads to Sky Above Siberia.

Slash Beast has arrived.
Ten has arrived.
Yamato Man has left.
Siege Wolverine has arrived.
Crescent Grizzly has arrived.
Heilen has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "All in Apollo... I want constant reports, if possible."

Metal Man has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Roger, sir. Strike Osprey, moving in!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "...Also... Move out."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Flare Feline transmits, "Roger that."

Metal Man has left.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Sgt. Ricochet transmits, "Moving out in the Raiden."

Slash Beast has left.

Siege Wolverine appears in the shadows, his form completely hidden for the moment... He then disappears into a void of darkness once more... His optics fading away last.

Quick Man has arrived.
Heilen has left.
Fire Man has left.
Siege Wolverine has left.

Halo Hare hops out of the Falconis...stealthed! Yea, you can't see her unless you have E_Senses. Nyah. Anyway, she pauses a bit, two footprints in the snow, before the footprints seem to be light divots, heading east.

Ten sends a radio transmission to Phoebus.
Halo Hare has left.
Guts Man arrives from the Vehicle Bay <Skull Citadel>.
Guts Man has arrived.
Stinger Flytrap has arrived.
Ten receives a radio transmission.
Ten sends a radio transmission to Phoebus.

Bass swears as the alerts begin to sound. But then... he grins ferally. Throwing switches, and hauling on controls, he begins the ponderous re-aiming of the Freeze Ray cannon. Grinding gears and the howl of stressed servomotors can be heard even as the rest of the Robot Masters scramble to take up defensive positions.

Bass' grin grows wider and wider. They will pay for this affront, the fools. He screams orders into his comlink. "They know where we are! Drop the Hologram!"

There is a ripple of light... and then you can see. You can see the massive barrell of a fully armed and operational freeze cannon leveling itself slowly towards the largest gathering of Repliforce troopers.

"Robot Masters... Fire when Ready."

Stinger Flytrap comes out of the ship, a...parachute extending from his back as he lands. Nope, he does NOT like flying. Not at all. Nope nope nope. In any case, he lands, and is obviously glad to be back on the ground. He then looks around, and prepares to go into battle.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> stomps towards the South Perimeter, moving quite a bit more slowly than it can...BWOOM. BWOOM. The feet make heavy imprints into the sand. But it still oddly seems light on it's feet for a heavy mecha. BWOOM. And then... Oh crud...defenses...

Quick Man has left.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Stinger Flytrap transmits, "Cpl. Stinger Flytrap, deployed and awaiting orders."

Ten follows the Eagle. She seems excited about the coming battle. She rubs her hands together in anticipation. Then suddenly, she gasps as she sees the hologram drop. "No! Then are onto us!"

Crescent Grizzly drops out of the Falconis, burrying his feet several feet into the snow. "Chilly." He growls, bulling himself a few steps forward. As he looks forward and sees the Skull Citadel ahead of him, his optics brighten and he continues on to the north perimeter.

Above the gun, the side of the mountain shimmers, then alters, stretching out, until a looming skull leers out over the Tundra, the symbol of Wily marked in a huge W across its forehead. There's a whining noise as the lower jaw slowly descends, allowing the launch of vehicles from within as various defenses across the mountain pop up into full view, activating.

Frost Walrus blinks and stops wiggling as the ice beam begins to shift. Suddenly, a pain tears through the walrus from every directionat once as his cryo-systems are drained suddenly by the ice beam.
*GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO* He screams... so loud, it would be very easy to hear a pretty good distance away. His body begins to be drained of his cryo-energy and his armor and tusks begin to unform... The Ice Beam is charged and ready...

Flare Feline activates his stealth mode.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> continues charging forward through the tundra. Lost? Maybe. No way to tell, really, considering who's piloting the damn thing. However, it curses forth through the snow, impeded only a bit by the white, frozen granules.

General stomps out of the Cow, energy gathering around his gauntlets as he stomps towards the Robot Master perimeter. They're clearly holding their fire until the right time... and a giant freeze cannon is going to hit one of his attack groups. That's bad. Clenching his jaw, General moves faster as he gets a full view of the battlefield. "REPLIFORCE, ATTACK!" he yells proudly.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] General transmits, "Titan Group, split between the north and west fronts, you're being targetted by the cryo-weapon. Aerial squads, I want that cannon -taken out-!"

Flare Feline leaps out of the Falconis, and immediatly takes whatever cover he can find. Moving quickly and silently, he easily sneaks quickly towards the Citadel. He becomes worried at the sight of the Citadel coming into view, especially the cannon. Instead of rushing into combat, he stays hidden just for another moment, so he can assess what's going on, and strike, much like the felines he is based on as they hunt their prey.

Quick Man has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Sir, shall I?"

Colonel has arrived.

Enker has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "I'll handle it."
Stinger Flytrap has left.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Sgt. Ricochet transmits, "The cannon... I'll see what I can do!"

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> suddenly changes course in the snow as it plods along. *BLIP BLIP BLIP* One of the sensor displays goes off in his cockpit. An energy build-up... immediately, it begins attempting to plod along... towards the cannon.

His eyes narrowed, the Force Commander of the Robot Master spots the gleaming golden shape of the General, and sneers. With a final clattering shriek, the ice ray locks into place. Lifting a single hand, he holds it over the massive red button.

"Bye bye..."

Waving with his other hand, he mashes the button down. The cannon howls as it draws the collective cold powers of several robots and feeds them through a heavy amplification system. The tip of the barrel glows whitish blue for an instant, and then the beam spews forth, carrying sub Kelvin cold in it's path, giving rise to a new glaciar upon the tundra.

Bass' eyes gleam in the reflected light as he ignores warnings from the control panel and continues to fire, his face a mask of rage and glee mixed.

Colonel for awhile stays near the Falconis itself before moving out toward the main front. Where as some commanders would stay toward the backlines, none of the Repliforce COs or XOs do such, and Colonel would not have that changed in the least. Dashing forward he stares up as the Cannon comes online, knowing full well who is within powering it. General however, already gives out the order to take it down, so he decides, what better way to show the Repliforce spirit, by hunting out one of those who is responsible for this twisted cannon. And of course, within a second of searching, he spots one of those twisted Master Commanders... Enker.

Bonne Airship <Gesellschaft> arrives from the Sky Above Siberia.
Bonne Airship <Gesellschaft> has arrived.

Crescent Grizzly has left.

Frost Walrus continues to yell in pain as the Ice beam sucks on his energy... out fo a corner of his ear, over the recorded screems and images being ffed into his head he gets a glimmer of hope... he thinsk he hears something familiar but distant. HAve they coem for him? is this for real? he can't tell, his hopes have been smashed time and againt hrough cruel pranks by Heat Man and friends. Well, here goes nothing...

With a huge burst of stored energy, Frost Walrus outpours everything he has. Cryo-energy the likes you have never seen. Stupid crazy energy. His armor reforms and he begins to completley freeze over within the ice beam, Cryo-energy everywhere...

As the Ice Cannon fires upon the Titan Battlegroup, they have already been ordered to split. Made up of three Companies, Easy, Kappa, and Omega, the two groups on the side are able to get most of their soliders out of the way of the massive glacier being shot at them. Kappa Company, being the center group, is not so lucky. All four waves, 10 squads to a wave, wiped out completely by the massive ice beam. 100 Repliforce troops, gone. The remaining troops and other companies manage to regroup and begin their assault on the first line of Master defenses. Driven by sheer numbers, training, and tenacity, the Repliforce soldiers do not show any sign of being weakened by the loss. If anything, it has made them stronger.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] General transmits, "All perimeters, report!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Engaging anti-air defenses, sir. Am currently undamaged, and have destroyed one SAM launcher at present."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "*static* still going good"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "Hurricane Hawk Reporting, engaged with Gyro Man at South Perimeter. All is well here so far!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Commander Templar transmits, "Titan Group asaulting the defenses. We're at 66 percent."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Ten transmits, "I'm still searching for a target. Overall, I'm doing A-okay."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Stinger Flytrap transmits, "Cpl. Stinger Flytrap. at the North Perimeter. Two Masters spotted, one of which is identified as King. I'm attempting to contain them in the area. I'll hold them off as long as I can."

Guts Man arrives from the Vehicle Bay <Skull Citadel>.
Guts Man has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "...South Perimeter seems to be moving along strongly. Hell, I may not even be *KABOOM*...well..."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] RF XO, Colonel says with the grinding of metal teeth against metal teeth, "Sir, at the edge of the Easy Company. The Company is mostly still intact. Easy Company is preparing to wipe the floor with the Masters for that.

Making no offort to conceal himself against the white of the icy tundra, the Golden Elite known as Enker stands before the entrance to the Skull Citadel, internally dealing with myriad details. None of which is Bass firing the Freeze Ray, since nothing anyone else could say would deter that one.

Instead, he considers the deployment of the available defenses, and their ability to repel the onslaught. The harsh reality is very clear.

Well, all things considered, the defenses are as ready as they are going to be, and unless Enker is having visions, it would appear that an all too familiar form is threading through the center of the Repliforce line. Leave it to Colonel to lead the charge from the front. And far be it for Enker to refuse the unspoken challenge.

with a motion so natural it is alomst unnoticable, he reaches behind him, withdrawing the Mirror Buster, and bringing it's systems online. While this will certainly give his opponent the first attack, the benefits outweight the temporary loss of initiative. Let the battle commence.

Enker brings his reflect system online.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> 's pilot blinks... BLINKS... as the burst streaks right past him. Barely missing him, in fact. As does the co-pilot... "...geez..." he mutters... glancing backwards in the cockpit... watching the destruction behind him. Hundreds of Repliforcers... suddenly turned into popcicles. "...no..." he mutters... turning back to the controls... "DAMN YOU ROBOT MASTERS!" With that, he dumps the backup power into the Raiden's dash jets and jerks forward at high speed, headed straight for the Freeze Ray's control center.

Search Man watchs as Repliforcers scatter from the ice beam raking havoc through them. "Pick of the stragglers." "Copy that. Arming cannon. Shrapnel Bomb?" The right nods to the left, hefting his massive cannon arm. "Roger, Shrapnel Bomb." The left nods back, and a dull clunk can be heard. "Bomb loaded." "Fire in the hole!" *KWAK-THOOOM!* A bomb is launched mortar style into the flanks, leaving a trail of smoke in the air before it explodes, raining shrapnel down upon the troopers trying to evade the ice.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Command Major Slash Beast transmits, "System 56 engaged. <OOC: Gen would recognize the codename for the holo-projectors> Some Masters are present, but I fear that that we are not drawing the attention of the troops manning the ice cannon."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Jet Stingray transmits, " *sound of running down a hallway* Lt. Stingray online... I had some problems with my power grid system and just got out for repairs. I should be at the scene of the battle if you guys still need me out there."

More and more warning lights light up on the control console, finally catching Bass' attention as the the Walrus unleashes all his power into the system. Conduits freeze over, causing a backlash into the power core. Bass's angry expresion alters into one of suprise and shock. Releasing the fire button, he leaps clear of the ice ray. "No... It's not possible!"

Behind him, the freeze ray almost seems to convulse once before a power core goes with a loud ice shattering *CRACK*. Supercold gasses spill out into the courtyard as Trebel swoops down out of the air, lifting Bass up into the sky. More cracks follow, and then the cannon simply... splits in two with a rising ball of flames.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Proteus Fox transmits, "I'm standing by if reinforcements are needed."

Flare Feline watches with grief as the freeze ray wipes out a load of troops. If he didn't go off on his own, he may have been with them. He then sees Search Man trying to pick off the others. Oh no he doesn't... Quickly and with stealth Flare comes up behind Search Man, claws drawn. His voice comes from behind the two-headed master "You wanna fight someone..." He rushes at his covert opponent, and swipes "...then fight me!!"

Flare Feline deactivates his stealth mode.
You strike Search Man with your Cat Scratch attack.

Guts Man sits in a lawnchair sipping some coffee, watching the action going on.

BeretHat nerps quietly, being Guts' coffee table.

General receives a radio transmission.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Flare Feline transmits, "This is Flare Feline reporting. I've engaged Search Man as he was aiming for some of the survivors of the Freeze Ray blast. I'm fine for now."

General makes it over the first hill that leads into the Citadel perimeter. Escorted by three Marine squads, General begins to reign one hell of a destructive path down the Robot Master lines. Raising his arms, he fires a pair of white-hot energy beams, anihilating everything in the next 75 meters. Joes, Hardhats, flower gardens, all turned into ash by General. His Marines are busy as well, supporting the General in his onslaught. General recieves more than his share of shots from the defenses, being such a large target, but he mostly ignores or completely destroys whatever is shooting at him.

Search Man has left.

North Perimeter
Inhospitable hilly terrain.
Contents:
Search Man
Stinger Flytrap
Metal Man
King
Fusion Phoenix

King strikes Stinger Flytrap with his Royal Shield Miniblast attack.
The giant flaming crater that once was the 'Ice Beam' dies down as something is still outputting cry-waves. The scraps freeze over and a large mist cloud fills the area... As the mist clears you see an outline of something... or someone. It is large and round, like a barrel and begins to tear his way out of the debris.

*GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!*

Oh yes, the walrus is free, and boy is he pissed. Weeks of mental torture has set him off on a spree of destruction the likes one has never seen, now the question is... Who will be the first to be smooshed into paste by the fat one.

The sheer force of the freeze ray seems to throw Colonel to the side as it hits and freezes Kappa Company. Getting to his feet, the fresh ice not more than ten meters from him; a trooper holding out his hand as he tried to make it out of the blast range, is all Colonel sees. And that fuels the rage and anger that builds up in the Repliforce Executive Officer as he turns to look back at Enker while still getting his bearings straight. "Subtle anger. Massive death..." he whispers before igniting his sabres, and lunges toward Enker. No, not the sabre coming for the Master Elite, but rather the hilt of the sword coming across to hit Enker in the side of the face, no words. No, the Repliforce XO doesn't need those right now, his optics and the gleaming determination in his hard set features show that he's here to make sure the Citadel falls, and all the Masters who are within with it. And Enker shall be the first.

Search Man lets out a yelp of surprise as he's jumped from the back. "Idiot! You didn't watch our flank!" "I was busy firing, you're suppose to watch it." "Was not." "Was to." "Just shut up and retaliate." "Right!" Hissing as the claws dig into his backside, Search Man jerks backwards, attempting to slam the cat into the side of one of the defense placements.

Search Man strikes you with his Smash for 8 units of damage.

Stinger Flytrap grunts as the blue blast crashes against his armor. Although inflicting moderate damage, it made it apparent that Stinger probably won't be able to hold King off for long. Intent on making it difficult for the Master to hinder their effort, he raises his autocannon barrels, and lets out a barage of shots on King, making a large "BOOM-ba-BOOM!" sound.

Stinger Flytrap misses King with his Autocannon Batteries attack.

King deflects Autocannon Batteries from Stinger Flytrap.

Colonel strikes Enker with his Smash attack.
Enker successfully reflects Smash.

Ricochet finds that his vengance quest is cut a bit short, as he watches from the Raiden's cockpit... and the ice beam explodes. Well, that's what they get for using Microsoft software, one would suppose. Ricochet shields his face from the blast, at the sheer brightness, as does Orbit. The ride armor, in fact, threatens to topple, but quick action from Ric changes this snowy fate for the moment. "...systems seem OK..." "*BLOOP BLIP*" <Look! On the radar!> A figure... a figure that managed to survive the explosion. An airborn figure... Ricochet scowls... "...your fault..." he mutters, flipping a few switches... cranking up the loudspeakers. "THIS IS FOR REPLIFORCE!" he roars out, before firing on the Force Commander.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> misses Bass with its Plasma Wave attack.

Flare Feline grunts, as he's hit by the two headed one. Quickly he re-groups, and leaps into the air. He's gotten this master focused on only him now, so he has to keep it that way. Still, he is worried about the others. As he begins to decend from the air, he extends his foot, claws extended, preparing to slashy-dropkick Searchy.

You miss Search Man with your Feline Fury attack.

Metal Man nods to King. "Under stood." Metal Man cackles and bellows out an order to his drones in the area. "NO MERCY NO PRISNORS AND DON'T Stop firing untill you have killed every last one of those inferior Reploids!!!" With those last words like the dragoon Kain Metal Man leaps into actions off the ground and into the sky his blade ready. The dim light reflects of Metal Man's armor as he soars towards his target and out of the way of the ice blast. "FOR WILY!!!!!!!!" Metal Man lets the blade fly at Fusion.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "*sound of metal sliding on metal* Converting to Battroid--*KABOOM!* Oof! Take this, pea-brains! *WHOOSH!* Another SAM down, sir. Mild damage. I'll make it."

Metal Man strikes Fusion Phoenix with his Sawblade attack.

King raises his shield again, holding it in front of him as the autocannon rounds ricochet wildly off the huge slab with sparks and sharp pings, the gem on the center glowing brighter and brighter as it absorbs more power from the autocannon....then with a roar of "HAVOC!!" King throws himself forwards at Flytrap along with the Master drones, the entire line dissolving into a series of one on one battles. King's Axe blazes to life with blue energy as it scythes across the lines in a powerful swipe, shattering an unfortunate RF soldier and continuing on its way towards Flytrap...

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Ring Redwing transmits, "Engaging Fire Man!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Commander Templar transmits, "Engaging 'Aqua Man'."

King strikes Stinger Flytrap with his Executioner's Axe attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "Continuing engagement against Gyro Man."

Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Stinger Flytrap transmits, "I'm Enganging King. I've taken moderate damage, but I'm not sure how long I can hold out. I'll keep him out of your way as long as I---(sound of something slicing through armor.) Uhg...as long as I can."

Fusion Phoenix grunts as the metal blade cuts through his right side. nothing vital, but still it stings. Wordlessly he flys up and under the jumping master, so that he might hit him with his mighty wings.

Tilting to one side, Treble easily carries his master out of the path of the shot. Now. Richochet has just done something very unwise. What has he done kiddies? He got Bass's attention. The fin-headed one turns to regard the Ride Armor, and his lips split into a fetal grin.

"Treble... initiate merge."

With a flickering blaze of light, Treble rises up... Dark wings spread out of the light, and with a roar of thrusters, Magna Bass roars towards Richochet, buster leading the way.

Fusion Phoenix misses Metal Man with his Wing Slap attack.
Frost Walrus has left.

Bass strikes Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> with his Magna Buster attack.

Flare Feline sends a radio transmission to Ten.
[Radio] You send Ten a direct message: "Good luck Ten, be careful."

Servbot #1 has arrived.

Ah, the moment of battle comes, and Enker is destracted. Something about a berserker, ride armor sized Walrus about to run amok in the Robot Master rear areas. Still, it could have been worse. The lapse of attention was not fatal.

As Colonel attacks, there is a slight flicker around the Golden Elite, a hint of radiance that seems to seep from his armor, and the deapths of his weapon.

Taking a short ump back to gain himself room, the Mirror Buster begins to spin, and Enker acts in earnest. No witty repartee, no snide commentary, just the brutality of war.

Bonne Airship <Gesellschaft> has left.

Flare Feline receives a radio transmission.
Ten sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Thanks. You, too."

Stinger Flytrap grunts as the blade slices through his armor. The blade slices through one of his arm-like tentacles, he grits his large teeth. "Alright, enough playing around...it's supper time!" He draws his head back, exposing his jagged teeth, then thrusts forward, trying to clamp his jaw around King's midsection.

Metal Man ducks out of the way twisting to safety but with a grin on his face he says "You missed fool!" Then Metal Man pulls a trio of gear from subspace and launches them at the flying reploid and lands on the ground some distance away to ready for his next attack.

Metal Man strikes Fusion Phoenix with his Gears attack.
Search Snake has left.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "I believe the southern perimeter is secure. Orders General?"

With a quick doublestep, Enker brings the Mirror Buster around, slicing a hissing line in the snow as almost a feint, while his fist comes in close behind.
Enker strikes Colonel with his Punch attack.

Search Man steps out of the way of the decenting kick, having had enough time to detect the attack this round. "Enough pussyfooting around." WHACK! "Whaaat?" "Bad pun. Horrible." "Sorry... Enemy in close perimiter." "Machine guns, online." His levels his weapon arm at flare, as it snaps open, parts shift around, and reconfigures. "Alright, who wants pie?!" "Piping hot and fresh for delivery, on the house." The gun blazes to life as it opens fire.

Search Man misses you with his Machine Gun attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] General transmits, "Reinforce the weak spots on the line, and raze their defenses. I want nothing left."

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> 's very form shudders under the burst of plasma energy that smashes into it's midsection. Ricochet grimmaces, as the consoles suddenly abruptly turn red... "...dammit... who IS that guy?..." "*BLORP*" <...Bass.>

Ricochet blinks... jaw dropping... "...Bass?..." he says... and perhaps the tiniest bit of fear creeps into his face... but... no... NO. He's not about to lose... he's going to bring this one down. For all the other Repliforcers that won't have the chance. A whirring sound is audible as the electrogenerators power, before unleashing an electrical storm blast at the Force Commander. "RRRRRRRRRRRRRR!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "Understood."
Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> misses Bass with its Wrath Of Raiden attack.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> vrooms through the area, heading towards the Northern Perimeter, it's slightly above the ground, flying through with pretty high speed. Course, something might stop him. Either way, he has to pass through this area.

King guhs! as the trap snaps shut over his armor, drawing sparks and deep furrows in the gleaming metal and actually staggering the towering warrior as he stumbles back before catching himself. With a grunt he switches his righthanded grip on his axe to hold it about midway down, then rams his fist forwards in a hard punch while still grasping the axe, trying to loosen Flytrap's grip. "Indeed, I feel the same. Enough play...." he grates.

King strikes Stinger Flytrap with his Punch attack.
Strike Osprey has arrived.
Hailstorm Couatl has arrived.

Flare Feline has more than enough time to prepare to dodge Search's attack with his delivery of bad puns. He quickly jumps back to the side, and readies his palm blaster and faces it towards Search Man, the area infront of the palm starting to glow with an orange haze. A second alter, a light, glowy orange sphere is launched towards him. You know what they say. Fire bad.

You miss Search Man with your Flare Bomb attack.
Hailstorm Couatl has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "I've just been ordered to another perimeter. Where is my assistance required?"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Crescent Grizzly transmits, "Magic Man is gonna be shreds when I'm through with him!"

Fusion Phoenix smiles as the little gears fly his way. the first two bounce off his armor harmlessly, but the third sticks in the gouge in his armor. That breakes the smile. Whith no expresion, FP lifts his blaster and lets loose a torrent of plasma.

Fusion Phoenix misses Metal Man with his Plasma Blaster attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Commander Templar transmits, "Titan Group, maintain assault. Don't allow any Master forces through the perimeter."

Stinger Flytrap grunts as the punch strikes home, and he releases his grip and pulls back. "Fine with me. I'll show you what happens when you endanger our comerades." He steps back, and then stands on one of his leg-like roots, and spins around, slapping King around with the remaining three.

Stinger Flytrap misses King with his Generic Melee attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "*taptap* Hello?"

General has paused his path of destruction, stopping a kilometer or two from the Citadel's shield. The three Marine squads halt their advance as well, protecting General and taking out as many charging Master gumbies as possible. General himself, meanwhile, is glowing. White energy has begun building around his form, as the Ion Cannon slowly builds to full power. Any projectile is vapourized before hitting him, and energy weapons are absorbed without much distraction. The calm before the true storm has begun.

Metal Man nimbly evades the blast again he waits till the last moment before leaping out of the way of the massive blast. The blast rips though the snow and the premafrost of the land side leaving a smoking crater. "You missed me again fool, I will engoy ripping out your Netural NET!!!!" The crimsion master pulls a dagger drones from subspace and fires it at Fusion.

The snapping of metal upon metal, and the harsh crack of metal fracturing is heard from Colonel's jaw is hit from the Colonel missing the feint attack. Stumbling back a step from the abrupt shock, he reaches up with his free hand, rubbing the jaw a bit as he flexes it side to side, a small screech is heard from the fractured metal rubbing against something internally. His brows narrow and fall as he stares over Enker. War it is, and war shall be given. Colonel knows full well his enemy in this case, and knows full well that nothing need be said, only done. With that, an almost respectful look forms on his face, knowing that unlike most of those who he's fought, he's run into a worthy opponent. Driving forward again, the blade in his right hand snaps up from the position of being held like a cane, to slash across Enker's midsection.

Colonel strikes Enker with his Sabre Slash attack.
Enker successfully reflects Sabre Slash.

Metal Man misses Fusion Phoenix with his Explosive Drone attack.

Bass ignites his thrusters, raw speed carrying him clear of the massive electromagnetic shockwave unleashed by the Repliforce Ride armor. This close he can see the individual frozen soliders, and the sight fills his heart with a faint unholy joy. It's too bad HE's not here to see the carnage and feel the loss. But this solider in the armor will do.

"Time to join your friends."

With a sudden burst of the thrusters, Magna Bass speeds towards the back of the ride armor at incredible speeds.

Guts Man cheers on the bad guys from his lawn chair. "Go Masters go!"

Bass strikes Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> with his Dash attack.

Pirate Man arrives from the Vehicle Bay <Skull Citadel>.
Pirate Man has arrived.

Search Man's eyes, all four of them, go wide as a fire bomb is lobbed their way. "Evasive manuevers, NOW!" Which consists of diving for cover behind a nearby rock, which miraculously works as the flare bomb sails overhead, exploding and vaporizing a large chunk of snow and ice. "That was close." "Too close." Rising from his spot, he thuds his cannon down on top of the rock, loading it again. "Arming projectile. Ready to fire." "Copy that." The weapon hums a bit, and then spits out a larger explosive projectile. "Incoming; CANDY-GRAM!" Somebody has been watching cartoons on his off-time again.

Search Man misses you with his Bazooka attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Jet Stingray transmits, "If no one is responding and you don't hear any emergency stuff, that usually means either there is a radio silence thing going down without you knowing it, or you need to sit tight until someone asks for backup, which in a battle this big is sure to come."

King raises his axe quickly as the roots come around, blocking with the haft as the whips harmlessly smack into it, then shoves to throw them back, coming around and leading with his shield this time as he slams it orwards, attempting to body block Flytrap off his feet.....er, roots. "How pathetic...I'll do MUCH more than endanger, when I'm through with you!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Roger, sir. Returning to my previous location."

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> 's systems creek as the armor cracks... splinters... SMASHES on his back. Ric lurches forward, as if he can FEEL the damage to his mech. Glancing backwards, he scowls... "Don't think so... Bass..." he furrows his brow... spinning the Ride Armor about. The arm components engage, becoming mobile for the first time... and coming about to swat Bass out of the air... "...as for you, though... see you in hell."

Strike Osprey has left.

King strikes Stinger Flytrap with his Royal Shield Bash attack.
Razor Pterodactyl has arrived.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> strikes Bass with its Crush attack.

Fusion Phoenix uses his laser to blast the incoming drones, then just turns it on the smart mouthed master. Maybe with a los light speed weapon he can hit.

Fusion Phoenix misses Metal Man with his Laser Carabine attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "Gyro man has been defeated."

Flare Felines eyes widen a bit too, as he manages to dodge the freaking BAZOOKA shell that was just fired at him. Whew, close save. He decides to get up close and personal again, and rushes the Master, claws up and open. As he goes to strike him, his emitts a wave of fire from his plam blaster, to enhance the swipe, as this guy didn't seem to like the thought of his earlier Flare Bomb, fire might work well.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "Heh. good job."

You strike Search Man with your Flame Claw attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Siege Wolverine transmits, "Lt. Siege reportin' in... Entry way is blown. Repeat, entry is blown. All units proceedin' inside, enter. Yeh got fifteen hundred yards free o' drones..."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Ring Redwing transmits, "It was Corporal Razor Pterodactyl who downed Gyro Man."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Ten screams in pain. "Aaaaaaahhhhhh! I was just slammed into by... Frost Walrus?"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "What, who?"

Quick Man has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Razor Pterodactyl transmits, "Heh... please, Hurricane did most of the work, he should get the credit."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Flare Feline transmits, "I'm still engaging Search Man. I am nominal right now."

Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> blasts through the air nad sees Bass get swatted. Well, then. Phoebus turns on the Eagle's thrusters onto full and attempts to ram into Bass. He flicks on the radio broadcast for all to hear. Ricochet fought Bass once to help him out, now it's time to return the favor.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "...What!? ghh...."

Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> misses Bass with its Smash attack.
Hailstorm Couatl drops Master Pirate vs Winged Snake.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] General transmits, "Contain Frost Walrus, he is no doubt in a bezserker rage over the events of the past week."

Hailstorm Couatl has left.

[Radio: (D) Public] Aqua Man transmits, "Templar's a Dom! He's a mean old Dom! All he wants to do is whip people and hurt them so he can get sexual favors from innocent, chaste, and virtuous Robot Masters... like Metal Man! He never gets any!"

Metal Man is just too fast he sees the attack comming a moment before as he back flips out of the way leaving a slight blurr in his wake. The Laser impacts into the snow and metal Man cackles at his battle skills. "I was fighting back when there were human combat trops who I must say were much better shots than you!!" Metal Man is on the move again as he pulls a pair of blades from subspace and hurrls them both at Fusion. "FALL FORCER FALL!!!!"

Stinger Flytrap is checked by King, and is knocked off his...roots. Right. He grunts, and does a sort of backward roll...well, as close as a giant robotic plant can get to a back roll...and then his opens his mouth, another missile pod extending. <Cut to Flytrap's POV.> The targeting box hovers over King, indicating a the chance of a successful hit. TARGET LOCKED. <Cut to the outside.> He then releases a large warhead, which flies to King, obviously armed with a heat-tracking system.

Metal Man strikes Fusion Phoenix with his Twin Blades attack.
Stinger Flytrap misses King with his Homing Missile attack.
King deflects Homing Missile from Stinger Flytrap.

Quick Man walks out of the forest and over to Guts Man. He pulls a lawn chair out of nowhere, as well as a bottle of Jolt Cola, and sits down next to The Giant Dude.

[Radio: (D) Public] Magnum Panther transmits, "...."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "I'll move to aid in that endevor if you want General."

Bass receives a radio transmission from Phoebus.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Proteus Fox transmits, "I'm still standing by if back up is needed."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Commander Templar transmits, "Aqua Man is in retreat."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Ten transmits, "I don't have any non-lethal attacks. The only way I can contain him is by hurting him."

Search Man GAAAHS as the flaming claws rake across his chest, leaving big scorched gashes in it. "Hey! Watch it with those!" "You might ignite something!" Knowing a melee isn't his fortae, he jumps back a bit to keep the distance bwteen them. "Arm something, quick!" "What?" "I don't care, just do it!" "Rodger. Let 'er rip!" Since shooting at him isn't working, he lobs a bomb at Flare's feet instead, where it explodes in various directions in a shower of shrapnel.

Search Man strikes you with his Shrapnel Bomb for 11 units of damage.

The sky over Siberia is dark and clouded, threatening snowfall on this chill and bitter autumn day. The clouds are dark and roiling, reflecting back the light from the War that takes place far below them, the darkness pressing down on everyone. And then, from the center of that cloudmass, a bolt of golden energy pierces downward, lashing against the earth in front of an advancing column of Repliforcers, the earth around the point of impact. The beam of raw energy slashes deeply... and from the clouds, the massive, dark green bulk of none other then the Bonne Airship, Gesellschaft!

More bolts begin to rain down into the snowy wasteland of Siberia from the weapons ports of the massive ship, it slowly banking away after harrying some of the Repliforce troops with blasts to slow them and give them pause... no deadly assaults upon the enemy inflicted. Banking slowly to the East, it slowly moves around the peak of the massive mountain that is in reality, the Skull Citadel... descending slowly over the Eastern Perimeter... raining lances of red-gold energy into the battlefield to try and harry the main bodies of troops from the base.

The Pirate Princess is here to plaaa-aaaay!

BeretHat nerps in terror at the raining death.

King begins to stride towards his downwed opponent, then as the missile pod appears again, quickly raising his shield to interpose, the massive tower hiding his body completely as the homing missile sails harmlessly into it, the explosion wreathing the massive figure again, his cloak billowing out behind him as his feet dig furrows in the snows from the kinetic force. Again, the gem on his shield pulses, then the flames seem to be drawn into it as it blazes even brighter, then King's deep voice rumbles out in a chuckle. "You should have learned from the last time..." The Royal Shield blazes to life, from top to bottom, then a massive bolt of energy shrieks out at Flytrap.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Jet Stingray transmits, "Maybe you could draw him away from the battle until he gets himself under control?"

King strikes Stinger Flytrap with his Royal Shield Beam attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "I could attempt, if Permission is granted. Sir?"

Master Pirate vs Winged Snake grows ears and can now hear.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Commander Templar transmits, "Western Perimeter assault proceeding. The majority of the defenses have been neutralized. Group strength is at 30 percent."

Bass blinks once before the massive ride armor arm catches him in the chest and sends him slamming into the ground hard enough that the impact echos even over the other sounds of battle. The other spiked fist whistles over his head as he ducks and rolls to the side. "Two. Two ride armors. It /still/ won't save you. Raaaaaaarrrr!!!"

Pulling his arms in, the buster begins to glow. Slowly the field spreads until flickering greenish-blue flames lick all over Bass' body. Rising slowly into the air, he hurls his hands wide as the energies lash out at both ride armors.

Flare Feline gacks as the bomb goes off, bits of sharp pointy death flying all around him. He quickly jumps out of the way of the storm, sustaining only moderate damage. Growling, he charges Search once more, filling in the gap between them, since it seems most of his attacks are only effective with a distance. He swipes at him again, non-fire enhanced this time.

You miss Search Man with your Cat Scratch attack.
Bass strikes Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> with his Plasma Storm attack.
Bass strikes Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> with his Plasma Storm attack.

Fusion Phoenix gacks as the twin blades rip through his left leg. He can stand but he will be limping for a long time. "YeeeOuch! That really hurt!" With thiss witty one liner, Fusion fires off his best and most powerfull attack. The Prince of thermal shock. Antipode strike!!

Fusion Phoenix strikes Metal Man with his Antipode Strike attack.

Stinger Flytrap tries to cover himself with his arms, but the energy blast proceeds to engulf him. The blade covers his body, and chars off most of his armor. Knowing that certain defeat awaits him, he attempts to make a hasty retreat, cursing himself as he does.

Stinger Flytrap retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Fusion Phoenix, King, Flare Feline, and Metal Man.

Enker seems almost resigned to this course, accepting. Allowing Colonel to reorient himself, the opening greetings are done, adn now it is time to get down to business. Once again spinning his weapon like a staff, he leaps forwards, secure in the knowledge that his systems will protect him from a portion of the harm, and that it may aid him in the future.

Colonel's sabre slashes across his midsection, and the corona of energy around the Elite blossoms into a golden radiance, appearing as suddenly and visibly as the creased line of damage across his torso. It is not enough to stop him, for his own attack is already in motion, the butt of the spear carving a wide underhand arc through the chill air and up towards his foe.

Enker misses Colonel with his Smash attack.

Razor Pterodactyl flies in from the south perimeter, obviously lost on what to do, and surveys what goes on below him. Which is when he spots Ten and Frost Walrus down there. Remembering the earlier radio message, he proceeds to send off a radio message of his own.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Stinger Flytrap transmits, "This is Flytrap. I've been critically injured, and I am attempting to make a retreat. Requesting back up in the northern perimeter, as King could potentially deal significant damage to our forces."

Hailstorm Couatl has arrived.
Razor Pterodactyl sends a radio transmission.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Roger. I'm available to respond...orders, sir?"

Pirate Man has left.

Metal Man is caught in the middle of a fire and ice attack and growls as it washes over him. A lesser warmachine would have been stoped cold and down for the count but Metal Man ain't your normal combat bot as he flips again still bluring as he moves. "If that is the best you can do I AM YOUR DEATH FORCER!!!" Metal Man pulls another blade from Subspace and lets it fly against Fusion.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> charges forward, plodding through the snow after Bass. One of the arm-systems suddenly activates a powered saber-blade, continuing on course...

Until the burst smashes into Raiden's gut. *BLAAAAAAAAAAAM!* The Ride Armor once again shakes, the cockpit lights turning into a dance of swirling reds and yellows. "Switching to backup power conduits..." Ricochet says to no one in particular, forcing the system back into gear - a bit slower, this time - as he attempts to bring his blade to bear.

King's roaring laughter booms out across the tundra as Flytrap is forced into flight, then turns his attention to insuring the rest of the Repliforce center of the line crumbles, his axe swinging in short, brutal arcs, crunching through metal and hydralics as the Masters begin to push the front line back a bit.

Metal Man strikes Fusion Phoenix with his Metal Blade attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "assistance on the norther permiter would be appreacated"

Aqua Man has arrived.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> misses Bass with its Plasma Blade Stab attack.

Hailstorm Couatl has left.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Proteus Fox transmits, "I can also respond, though it will take me a while to deploy."

Aqua Man runs for the base.
Aqua Man turns around, and runs the other way.

Search Man guhs, not wanting to get in close at all, but the Repliforcer isn't leaving him much of a choice. "Hey, back off!" "Yeah, back the heck off!" He swings around his cannon, using it for his version of a pistol whip. Which means spin it at the joint, and shoving the butt end at Flare's gut. And that's a big gun to be smacking people with.

Bass has left.

Quick Man stands up and runs over towards General, stopping at one side of him. "Hey! You! The Big Ugly Guy! Let's go!"

Search Man strikes you with his Generic Melee for 2 units of damage.

Repliforce Ride Armor <Raiden> has left.
Repliforce Ride Armor <Eagle> has left.

Guts Man raises his mug of coffee, "Attaboy Quick Man! Show that Robot Master spirit and take down General!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Moving to Northern Perimeter as ordered. Can you hold out until I arrive?"

Strike Osprey has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Ten transmits, "Damage... critical. Systems... failing. Frost Walrus... why?"

BeretHat nerps at Quick, and seems to be reading the Last Rites.

General's form on the battlefield has become a bright spotlight, as energy builds within him. Now, it builds no more, for he has reached critical mass. Drawing his hands together, the General points them at the Skull Citadel and her defense shield. The Ion Cannon has been fully charged, and now the Robot Masters will understand true destruction. The Marines around General fall back a few meters, as the others in the nearby area do not advance. General is all alone on the battlefield. He needs no help, either.

*KAAAAAAAAAAAAA-THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM* The energy, more powerful than any Buster or conventional weapon, discharges straight at the Robot Master Base.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Flare Feline transmits, "TEN!"

Strike Osprey isn't here...honest. Okay, maybe he is, but he's on his way elsewhere...which means he isn't here.

Razor Pterodactyl has left.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Hurricane Hawk transmits, "I'm covering her. Dang it Frost snap out of it!!!"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "...ghh.... Any available units...protect Ten!"

Strike Osprey has arrived.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Fusion Phoenix transmits, "I'm ok but *static* flytrap could use a medevac and I'm busy"

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Ring Redwing transmits, "I'd like to, but *fwoosh!* I'm sorta busy dodging hot-heads attacks here!"

Aqua Man runs in two directions at once, and pops his bubble, spilling his water everywhere.

Stinger Flytrap runs for non-hostile territory, most of his armor has been burned off. He attempts to run for whatever serves as safe territory. He's obviously just as upset as he his hurt...

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Strike Osprey transmits, "Responding to Northern Perimeter, sir."

The smell of the energy buildup burning away the snow and thick feel of the atmosphere around both Enker and Colonel builds even greater as Colonel his hit with another burst back from Enker's mirror buster. Though it's also given him the bonus of being able to move out of the way of Enker's next physical barrage. This doesn't stop the Colonel though, as the attack comes toward where he should be, he dashs to the side and drives at Enker with the entire force of his body.
Guts Man staring down at the little hardhat comments, "Well there goes the neighborhood."

Colonel strikes Enker with his Sabre Lunge attack.

Crash Man has arrived.

Flare Feline hmphs, seems this guy wants to get some distance between them. Well fine, he'll do that. Flare leaps backwards, and lands extending his palm blasters towards Search Man once again, chargine. His hands glow bright red this time, and he volleys a rather large, red projectile at Search Man. If this connects, he'll be in for a world of hurt.

You strike Search Man with your Flare Pulse attack.

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Chaplain Hymn transmits, "The... Repair Bay is ready to recieve wounded. All automated systems online. I have preped myself to assist on the most grievously wounded. Be strong, Repliforce. Stand together... and you shall /WIN/ the day!"

King continues the slaughter, his axe incribing glowing arcs and lines through the air as slams and brutalizes any RF soldier unlucky enough to get in his way. For the moment, the Master forces seem to be pushing back things here, though the Repliforcer lines are still holding defiantly against the counterattack.

Strike Osprey comes streaking into the area at...a not very fast pace. Still, he is getting there, right? The avian comes in low, towards Fusion Phoenix's last known position. He doesn't say a word as he does so, beak set in grim determination.

Strike Osprey sends a radio transmission.
Strike Osprey sends a radio transmission.
Fusion Phoenix receives a radio transmission.
Fusion Phoenix receives a radio transmission.

Dressed in a pair of khaki shorts and a bright floral-print shirt, Hawaiian-Fun Crash Man(tm) sits out on a lawn-chair next to Guts Man. "Bwahaha! We are truly a pair of wild und crazy guys!"

Fusion Phoenix grunts and staggers as the blade slices into his right leg. He shouts, "death can take many forms but you. ARE. NOT! MINE!!" With this, the huge avain flys over the smart mouthed Robot Master trailing a . . . Sky Hook??

Guts Man nods, "Not to mention helluva cool."

[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Mad Monkey transmits, "This is Corporal Mad Monkey, ready at Repliforce HQ to assist with any wounded and to stabilize anyone in bad shape."

Fusion Phoenix misses Metal Man with his Sky Hook attack.

Aqua Man pulls himself back together, and flees some more.

For this interested, Crash Man has indeed sacrificed his armor for such civilian clothes stated above. Actually, the only thing armored is the helmet that sits upon his head.

BeretHat nerps and presents the needed maitais from under his hat to Crashbo and Guts.

"Thank you, trusty Beret-Hat." Crash Man nods to the Mettool and ganks a maitai off. "A fabulous night in Siberia, wouldn't you say, Guts Man?"

Metal Man rolls out of the way of the sky hook and smorts. "I beg to differ on that point!" Metal Man tucks and rolls comming up with another blade in his hand. Metal Man takes aim at fusion as he passes by and lets the blade soar.

King growls, breaking free of a clump of Repliforce soldiers through the simple means of using shield and axe to render them incapable of anything other than smoldering and sparking as they lie broken on the ground, the Joes arrayed along the Master line apparently following his lead for the moment, locked in brutal combat with their opposites on the RF lines. He shakes a bit of hydralic fluid off the blade of his axe, then flicks it back to full power, the fluids burning away with a hiss, wisps of smoke rising from his blade as he surveys the field, then glances up as he spots a flying unit headed this way.

Guts Man nods, "Oh indeed. Well if it weren't for this darn Repliforce infestation. Fortunately I brought along my Repliforce repellent. Haven't been bothered once yet."

Metal Man strikes Fusion Phoenix with his Sawblade attack.

As the saber creases his side, the radiance around Enker flares even more brightly for just a moment, then soundlessly collapses in on the Elite and his weapon. It leaves a both with an almost palpable feeling of power that resides with, rather than radiates from.

He almost smiles.

Spinning away from the trail of light that is Colonel's weapon, the Mirror Buster builds up momentum, aided by a sudden increased switness in the Elite's momements, before snapping back around at just about shoulder height.

Enker brings his reflect system offline.
Enker misses Colonel with his Spear Spin attack.

Search Man yowls as the fireball hits him, setting some armor on fire. "Ow ow ow!" "Hot! hot! Hot!" He runs around in circles a few times, yelling incoheriently, before running into the mountainside, which knocks some snow on him and puts out the fire. "Aaaah..." A pause, and then he spins around, weapon systems reactivating as he scowls with both heads at the cat. "That's it." "You're dead." "Arming the BIG gun." "Rodger!" His cannon arm hums to life as it powers up and he raises it, taking complete aim. "Gotta make this count." "It's now or never." "Aiming.. target aquired." "Target locked in." A loud clunk rings out. "Missile loaded." "Fire