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 Posted: Tue May 19, 2009 2:05 am
Tony half-processed Rhody's voice, and without really waking up, he poked a hand out from under his blanket and waved vaguely in the general direction of said voice. "...No, don't let Pepper in... work...ing" The next second, he was out again.
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 6:07 pm
War Machine grinned. Good enough.
He headed off to his own room to relax.
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 10:13 pm
((This is only heard by those with JLA communicators))
"Attention, all active and reserve members of the JLA, This is Superman, please report to the JLA Watchtower immediately, to regroup and deal with this crisis. I repeat, all active and reserve members, this is not a drill."
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:00 pm
((Enter Scarecrow and five Pumkods.))
"Sfilt uf among the seferal areas and destroy eferything!"
The Pumkods did what the translator orders of Scarecrow commanded of them. One Pumkod headed towards the office buildings, another went towards the industry, and the other three went with Scarecrow to the labs to claim that power source. The first Pumkod that went to the office buildings started using concentrated red energy blasts at the building's structure, resulting in few casualties, but people were dying. The second was firing at machinery and workers, resulting in a few deaths and machine damage as its red energy burned across like a rapid flame engulfing victims. The three others arrived at the labs, landing in front of it. The middle Pumkod opened and out jumped Scarecrow, wielding several Fear Bombs. The point was to cause so many distractions so that Scarecrow had a chance at unleashing major death across Stark Industries using the Commissar's Comrads, renamed Pumkods to disguise their true creator. The robots looked like Nimrod models, but painted orange and green like pumpkins. Scarecrow was going to use them to distract and kill while he claimed as much tech from Stark Labs as possible for use with his Terror Machine and the results would hopefully create fear all over this new universe.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 7:17 pm
((Um... not really any workers. What with the crisis and all. I guess it doesn't matter, though.))
Tony woke up suddenly; something was wrong. An alarm was echoing dully through the room. "Automated defensive systems reengaged. Shields activated; repulser cannons operational," a cool, female voice informed him.
"Fantastic," he groaned, getting up. You did not penetrate Stark Tower's defensive systems; it just didn't happen. That said, this was still going to be an enormous hassle. "Analyze," he added in a more commanding tone, getting to his feet and moving over to a computer screen.
"Majority of attackers are robotic. Five detected so far. Technology level: 6. Last attacker is human."
"Fine," Tony said tiredly, noting without any real surprise that the man on the screen was Scarecrow, "Deploy guard units, destroy robotic intruders, take the human alive." Meanwhile... he would suit up. Better safe than sorry. "Rhody, party time!"
Within moments, all of the intruders were surrounded by incredibly advanced robotic units. There didn't seem to be any end to them, either. Immediately, they began firing on the Pumkods, while the units near Scarecrow readied non-lethal weaponry. Meanwhile, an energy shield went up around the labs, offices... basically everything important was completely out of reach.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 8:44 pm
((Oh, makes sense...I kind of planned this thing to have people awhile back, but I forgot the crisis was known a bit more.))
Scarecrow expected heavy robotics to come into factor when fighting Stark, but he had his own weapon available. Scarecrow was a master in his own style of Martial Arts and little could easily hit him with his combined moved of the Drunken Brawler and Crane styles, making his moves unpredictable, but his attacks were no use to fight against robots, but that was where the Pumkods were useful for. Based on the Nimrod Sentinel unit, Pumkods had the ability to short range teleport, project energy, and levitation. Unlike the original, Comrads lacked the ability to regenerate and rebuild their owns bodies like the original unit. The three units that came with Scarecrow teleported inside to save him from the non-lethal weapons.
The two Pumkods in the other areas were able to go toe to toe with the machines sent to deal with them; the Commissar's mastery of robotics had never been tested against Stark's robotics and this would serve as an ideal test run. As the Stark robots fired upon a Pumkod, it would simply create its own force field to counteract it and retaliate with magnetic force or energy blasts. One Pumkod fell at the offices, but the other at the factory was still doing decently well against Stark's robots. Scarecrow relied on Stark's weakness to dispose of human intruders to easily break into the labs, knowing the opposition wouldn't work against other robots. The Pumkods easily teleported in, but the teleport on a Comrad was not as advance as on a Nimrod; it needed a marker to teleport without accidents happening. The Scarecrow had a marker, so Comrads could only teleport to him, nowhere else. If they wanted out, they would need to destroy the machine creating this shield first and in a sense, Scarecrow took the risk of making himself a prisoner with his Pumkods inside of the labs. One of the Pumkods that was successful was too busy to activate his teleporter and therefore was useless in the main plan Scarecrow had going.
The labs were still under heavy security with each lab station; Scarecrow had to make the time with one Pumkod destroying a door, while the other two help defend them. No labs led to anything useful to Scarecrow yet; he needed a power source to have this mission be successful and then he needed to escape this hole somehow; the energy shield was going to be the biggest obstacle to escape once the power source was retrieved or if any was big enough for use with the Terror Machine.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:12 pm
Quite suddenly, all of the Robots pulled back. All of them. They didn't go back through the shield, or anything; even though they had teleportation capabilities as well, the energy had the nice side effect of blocking that kind of thing. Even Nightcrawler couldn't get in. As such, pulling back actually meant self destruction; the machine's detonated in flashes of highly destructive light that left no potentially useful bits of machinery behind. After that was over with, there was no sound for a minute, aside from the soft hum of the energy shield.
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 6:46 pm
"Seems he knows we're traffed in here...Lets frove him wrong...Loot the flace."
Scarecrow turned to see that his robots had suffered from the shield's properties as well and were shut down. As maintenance protocol due to the Commissar's secrets, the Comrads were set to self-self-destruct within a few minutes to simply make sure none of the Nimrod model schematics the Commissar had were compromised. Scarecrow knew he needed to rely on the power source being small now since he was not strong enough to carry anything too big. Scarecrow in fact didn't know he could become Scarebeast; he had no memory of the situation last time and therefore was unaware of the reason he was set on fire or tranquilized multiple times. This made him particularly angry since he thought Iron Man did all those things to him while he was hyped up on his own Fear Toxin and not a monster. Scarecrow tip towed in the halls, trying to be stealth and take out any security surveillance in the area in each hall, but Scarecrow suspected Stark had little tiny cameras everywhere; the main reason Scarecrow didn't use the bathroom he passed.
"If I were some great infention...Where would I fee?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 14, 2009 7:50 pm
Quite suddenly countless guns and other weaponry popped out of the walls, some glowing with ominous blue light and others humming with energy. All of them were pointed exactly at Scarecrow, from all sides, and were ready to go off at the first sign of a problem. "Somewhere else," Tony Stark's voice said calmly. It sounded as though he were right there, but that was only because of his completely perfected intercom system. "Scarecrow, right? I think we should have a nice long talk."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:55 am
"Sorry if I can't talk all that well; your fartner furnt off fy lifs..."
Scarecrow wasn't intimidated by any of Iron Man's tech he had against him; this was at some point truly no longer about the Terror Machine; Scarecrow could have just asked Osborn for it and flash some cash, but this thing with Stark had gotten extremely personal to Scarecrow. In his mind, he was the one on the side of justice or rather revenge for his scarred body and failing organs; the Commissar patched him up good so that he could live, but the pain was a constant reminder of what Iron Man and War Machine did to Scarecrow and nothing would make him forget that. Batman was Scarecrow's enemy only because he thwarted his plans, not burn him alive. Even if no power source could be wielded from this venture, at least Scarecrow could confront Stark about this mess he had dragged Scarecrow into.
"So shoot fee...Finish the jof then...Like a real hero."
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 12:59 am
"Okie Dokie!" Tony's voice said cheerfully. One of the weapons that had been glowing with blue light fired, stunning the man.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:07 am
"Raagh!"
Scarecrow was knocked onto his back and while the pain from the fall was minor, in heightened the pain from his wounds. This was an all too familiar scenario for Scarecrow minus the constant barrage of darts hitting his carcass and a bit more painful in small jolts due to his injuries. The fact he took ruining one man's appearance and almost killing him with a cheerful 'ookie dokie' made Scarecrow want to strangle him till not only he died, but his fingers were so etch into his skin that he could rip off his head. Scarecrow was still awake, being through much more then that, but he pulled the same trick that he used on War Machine. Using his studies of the heart, Scarecrow lwoered his hearts pump rate and soon it would give the appearance that Scarecrow was dead or in a deep coma; it depended on the machinery being able to detect the minor movements of a still heart.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:14 am
"Ooookay," Tony's voice said, "Tie him up and take him to the medical quarters... Uh... D? The medical quarters without the experiential stuff." Instantly, several extra robots arrived and gently linked the unconscious man's arms and legs together with titanium cuffs; then they lifted him and carried him off toward the specified part of the building.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:28 am
This was Scarecrow's plan B, now he just needed to wait till Stark was busy and he could bust out and maybe steal something with better knowledge of where the good tech was at. The Commissar rivaled Stark’s tech, but he had way different stuff from what Stark had as well. The Commissar specialized in alien weaponry and robots, Stark specialized in a lot more then just weaponry and that Iron Man suit or at least Scarecrow thought so. Out of all this, maybe he could at least score some free medical equipment and hatch an elaborate scheme to frame Iron Man for a crime of some sort instead of direct assault since that didn't really work; this capture being a good example. These braces seemed to be really cold and that probably meant tough; Scarecrow didn’t know how he could bust out of this one, especially since Fear Toxin failed on robots.
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Posted: Mon Jun 15, 2009 1:31 am
"Actually..." Stark's voice said... "Better do the hospital. Try Jersey; not even villains like Jersey." He'd just remembered that most of the medical section had been gutted by Osborn a few weeks back. Nothing important had been lost, really but they couldn't handle a burn victim. The robots made odd sounds almost like mechanical sighs, and started for the entrance.
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