| written by Jam on Apr 16, 2012 01:56 |
 | |  | | ![]() I try to dodge the incoming fire, then I look towards the others in the team.
"Well Speed-Y may be crazy, but he's still our Team Leader! It's our duty to follow his orders unquestioningly! So, let's go!"
I put on my biggest and best smile, then run towards the warbot, arms outstretched. | |  | |  |
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| written by Kristos on Apr 16, 2012 04:37 |
 | |  | | ![]() I intently watch Cryo-R fill out his forms, observing the level of efficiency of his multi-pen approach. I determine the correlation between number of pens and form filling speed. Also I take note of the different ways the pens are held, and which techniques bring out the best in multi-pen stratagem. While performing my statistical analysis, I also read every answer Cryo-R writes down, occasionally offering a grunt to signify my positive outlook on soylent, taxibots, and all things copperlyke. | |  | |  |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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  | written by Speeder on Apr 16, 2012 13:57 |
 | |  | | ![]() I try to end behind the warbot, suck that to shoot me it would have to shoot itself. | |  | |  |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 16, 2012 18:32 |
 | |  | | ![]() Cloning station, JHP Sector
The YELLOW continues inspecting the forms closely, including holding them up to a light and looking through them.
As such, he fails to notice that Cryo-R just grabbed all fifteen of the pens he was carrying in an attempt to speed up the filling out of his forms.
The problem, of course, is that it is extremely difficult to write with more than, say, tow pens at once. As such, Kris-R, who is watching over Cryo-R’s shoulder, notes that Cryo-R is not only making a mess of things, but also dropping the pens at intervals due to how many he is trying to use. This is only going to slow him down in the long run.
Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
King-R begins running, and is almost to a convenient autocar when…
… he isn’t hit by a large number of bullets. Instead, they hit Nukabot, which has managed to make it to King-R’s position.
L4-O attempts another authorisation code, one which is… slightly more successful, in that it causes the warbot to hold fire for a moment.
Then it just picks right back up again. Several more of the survivors meet their ends.
L4-O tries a third time, demanding that the bot cease operations this instant or The Computer will be notified.
The barrage suddenly ceases.
Sven-O opens his hatch again. “Whew! Managed to shut it down…”
He in interrupted, yet again, by the warbot. “Incorrect. Warbot Mk. IV model 3248 serial 44897 is still active.”
Wait… it is just me, or is the warbot’s audio output beginning to drag a little? Like a tape player that’s beginning to run out of power…
Jam-Y takes advantage of the ceasefire to advance on the warbot again. And once again, he hugs the giant wall of metal, and once again, he ends up hugging a lot of guns.
As he does, he can hear some sort of noise inside the bot. Sort of like a malfunctioning laser barrel, only deeper…
Speed-Y tries the same tactic from the other side of the bot, but, given the number of guns, he ends up doing exactly the same thing.
Near Building 2, Industrial Subsector B
Mango takes the knife, and picks up…
…wait, there is one knife and two ME cards. How did he think that it was the other way round?
Oh well, he picks them, both up. He notes that one is made out for a Ream-Y-PRS-2, and the other is Al-R-GEE-6.
After that, he heads off.
But to where? One of the buildings? The roadway? Or somewhere else?
An equally-puzzling location
“I’ve started the level one brainscrub, sir. The first agents are entering the bloodstream as I speak.”
“Good. We’ll let him marinate for a while. For now, let’s focus on Skin-Y…” | |  | |  |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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| written by Speeder on Apr 16, 2012 18:56 |
| | | | ![]() As I notice the slower down sound...
"I have a hunch that he is loading a capacitor... Maybe too much... I suggest now that we instead of hugging him, just ran away the fastest that we can from him, before it explode. Or shoot us."
I turn to the Junior Citizens.
"And enjoy your stay!"
And I run like the wind... I mean , the wind flies... So I just run back toward the buildings. | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() All that gunfire snaps me out of my stupor, and I notice Speed-Y hauling it.
Whatever's going on, I want no part of it. I power-hop after Speed-Y | | | | |
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| written by Jam on Apr 16, 2012 20:45 |
| | | | ![]() "I agree..." I say to Speed-Y.
After looking at the warbot for a few more secondcycles, I start running away as fast as I can.
"AHHHH!"
I head in the same direction as Speed-Y and Azir-R. | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 16, 2012 21:20 |
| | | | ![]() Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
Speed-Y notices the warbot’s speech slowing. To him, this can only mean one thing: the warbot is diverting power to something… perhaps it is storing it for something.
And he does not want to find out what it is.
He bids farewell to the Junior Citizens and legs it back the way he came.
From the looks of things, Jam-Y and Azir-R have decided on the same thing, and follow him.. They’re joined by Lucas-R. That warbot might be cool, and he might well want to see what’s happening, just… not up close.
The low-pitched-laser-barrel noise gets louder. The Armed Forces seem to get worried.
Decisions are made. One soldier cuts through a section of the perimeter fence and beckons to the Junior Citizens. They don’t argue.
Near Building 2, Industrial Subsector B
The group runs back towards Building 2…
Behind them, that noise continues to build.
Jam-Y then realises what he saw: something on the bot was glowing. | | | | |
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 | | | | ![]() "Corporal... you might want to run away!"
"Everyone else run! Try to keep together!"
I run in the direction of someone close by, preferably Speed-Y if he's going my direction, else, someone else. | | | | |
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| a title is a curious thing... |
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 | | | | ![]() Finally making it to my cover point, I shiver at my near brush with death.
"Nukabot, are you OK?"
I try to take a look at any damage Nukabot has sustained. | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() I try to time an awesome cinematic jump away from the (in my mind) incoming explosion. | | | | |
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| | | | ![]() I cut down on the number of pens in use. Apparently fifteen is too many. I try filling out the forms with just two, instead, which seems more efficient, at least until I can find more arms somewhere. I set the rest of the pens aside for the moment. | | | | |
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| i haz title: speed-y-???-1 |
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| written by Speeder on Apr 16, 2012 23:29 |
| | | | ![]() If Nukabot is near I hop on him hoping he is faster than me.
Otherwise I just keep running. | | | | |
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| written by Kristos on Apr 17, 2012 04:05 |
| | | | ![]() I shift 13 of the pens back to their original location, then see how the YELLOW is getting along with my forms. | | | | |
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| written by Gligar on Apr 17, 2012 18:19 |
| | | | ![]() Roadway, Industrial Subsectors
L4-O suggests to Sven-O that running away may be in order. “Can’t! Captain’s orders!”
But L4-O doesn’t wait around to argue. He’s already off, running after the group..
King-R gets behind the autocar and shivers. That was a close one! He looks out at Nukabot, asking if it is okay. “It appears that my manual controls are inoperable,” it replies. “In addition, my left-side kevlar plates are in need of replacement.” Indeed, it is clear to see that the operator’s position is… rather damaged. It’s a good thing that none of those slugs hit the bot brain.
The warbot’s glowy bit suddenly fires! A huge plasma beam is emitted from the glowy bit, travelling down the road and, presumably, burning through the other checkpoint! The noise it’s making is phenomenal!
Near Building 2, Industrial Subsector B
Speed-Y looks back, and notes that Nukabot is some distance away.
He also sees, and hears, the plasma beam.
Cloning station, JHP Sector
Cryo-R decides that using fifteen pens to fill out forms is not efficient, and cuts down to two, and puts down most of the pens.
That means that thirteen pens should have been placed on top of that box there, right?
Wrong.
Apparently, 15-2=6. Kris-R notices this at once. So where are the other seven?
For now, Kris-R returns the six to the YELLOW, and checks on said YELLOW’s progress.
He seems to be near the end of scrutinising Kris-R’s forms.
Say, did anyone hear that noise just now? | | | | |
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