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 Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:57 pm
It had been awhile since he had last ruffled Mastema's feathers, just to let him know that he was still around and fully capable of putting up one hell of a fight if it came down to it.
Xol came to being on a large building a hundred or so yards from the Citadel in a crouched position. By now Mastema's scanners would be picking up Xol's signature and his defense systems would be focusing on him as well. He wouldn't give them time to counter-attack against him though.
Crouching on the building had allowed him to store up a massive amount of energy in his legs which he used to explode into the air. Now roughly 50 yards from the Citadel, Xol unleashed two beams of dark matter which flew at the building in a 'X' pattern. Now in a free fall, he let loose a healthy barrage of anti-matter orbs. Most directed towards the building itself while a few made their way towards some defense cannons.
He hit the ground with devastating force, cratering the street and launching massive slabs on concrete into the air. Snatching one out of the air with his gauntlets, Xol spun around once and launched it at the Citadel to put an exclamation point on his little surprise attack. Without so much as a warning he was gone in a plume of black mist, a twisted, demonic laugh trailing off as he dissapeared.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 9:57 pm
Focht was beginning to rub his wrists raw on the restraints. He just watched Mastema and the parasite, unable to do much about it right now. He was ready to contain the parasite should Mastema let it out.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:10 pm
*He just grinned. The canister dissappears* Nay. There are more fun targets for whom that parasite is meant. Perhaps one of those new recruits at the company are willing subjects *He chuckles* We will see. As for you..... *He spun around back to the table and rammed his fist in a hard punch right in between Focht's legs*
*The robots parts were varying shades of white and tan. He didn't look too bad and all the parts seemed to fit at least a bit. The robot examined its own body, as if looking at what it was for the first time*
*The slab is blasted out of the air by multiple lasers. The twin beams merely hit useless buildings. Mastema would note it, shrug, and move on when he bothered to notice the attack, not even worth being called a guerilla attack*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:18 pm
*Nana waits to see what the robot would do next. It was different from the others, and it was uncomplete. A prototype maybe? Old, new, who could say for sure? Nana watches with curiosity as the bot checks itself over*
o__o
Hnn...
*She was pleased she could get the thing to work*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:25 pm
(( eek thats just wrong crying ))
Focht wants to curl into a ball and dissappear but can't due to the restraints. He clenches his jaw, squeezing his legs together, his face was contorted in pain and his eyes squeezed shut. Over all, he was tensed trying to fight back the pain.
"<>"
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:28 pm
((^^ only at the citadel xp ))
*Mastema laughed in a highly amused fashion before twisting his fist 90 degrees and pulling it back* Well at least part of you is normal, for now..... *He keeps laughing to himself, finding all of this funny* oh you will indeed enjoy your stay, dear boy. I can't wait to see what I find in your mind. But I will take to that later
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:35 pm
Focht writhes in pain as Mastema twists his fist. It was all he could do to keep from losing it right now. He didn't hear a single word as his ears folded back against his head and his tail curled between his legs. He continued to pull against the restraints trying to protect himself from another hit like that from Mastema.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:36 pm
*For the next minute the android seemed to assess itself before assuming a "ready" position, standings straight and stiff. The android merely bows before standing up and awaiting "orders". perhaps the droids programming was incomplete*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:42 pm
Anastasius Focht Focht writhes in pain as Mastema twists his fist. It was all he could do to keep from losing it right now. He didn't hear a single word as his ears folded back against his head and his tail curled between his legs. He continued to pull against the restraints trying to protect himself from another hit like that from Mastema.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:49 pm
As Focht continues in his agony, h is pulling on the restraints. Slowly he started to regain his composure but his face stilll showed he was in pain.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 10:55 pm
*Nana blinks*
>_>
Hmm... I guess you need something to do now don't you?
*Nana ponders for a moment, she really wasn't sure if she'd be successful in the first place. Nana places a finger to her chin, and her thumb underneath it
--_--
Hmm... I'm sure Mastema would probably have you, patrol or something similar... being a combat robot and all... hmm...
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:00 pm
*He grins even more as he walks back over to Focht* Oh I guarantee you're going to remember your time here just as McCain did. Unfortunately, memories have a hefty price. I'm sure you have a lot to give however.....
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:07 pm
Nana_Wing *Nana blinks* >_> Hmm... I guess you need something to do now don't you? *Nana ponders for a moment, she really wasn't sure if she'd be successful in the first place. Nana places a finger to her chin, and her thumb underneath it --_-- Hmm... I'm sure Mastema would probably have you, patrol or something similar... being a combat robot and all... hmm... *The bot eye just blinks and awaits an order*
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:10 pm
Focht growled at Mastema, sending a blast of air at him meant to knock him back into his display of toys. He begain pulling theblight back out to of the syringe Mastema had used to draw blood, the opening was large enough it wasn't as difficult as if it had been a smaller needle. He needed something he could use even while restrained to get free and the blight might come in handy.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2005 11:16 pm
*Nana scraches her head, trying to think of something for the bot to do*
>_<
Nnn....
o.o!
Oh, I know! Your function is to attack, but also defend aswell. How does protecting me when I come and go from the citadel sound? Until then... I guess you could always patrol like you're supposed to?
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