[FFRP] Kidaroc Myths: A Fighting Chance

[Brnin8r]

Surge and the Samples brothers wound their way through the wreckage, finding nothing much but destroyed steel and fire...surprisingly...no boys dead or otherwise.

***

Julian's semi rumbles through the same wreckage. Neither gauss cannon has unfolded, but you can hear the bleeping computer noises of targeting. Wyatt was looking at a radar, "There are three boys out there...its Surge and the Samples though..."

***

For Chris, the forest or sprinting to the other side of the building was probably the best way to get to cover.

***

The little girl shook her head, "Not its all right...we just have to be careful." she said as she led the two girls through the complex, crouching as she did so. "We might need to shoot some of them...I was small enough to get through the vents...but you two might be too big.

***

The old man's smile drifted away as Charlotte declined to stay. "Oh." he said quickly and a few remote button pushes later the room had folded back into the normal, bland steel. "She...was hostile...she's currently in my lab. I'm not sure where I'll jettison her."

***

Its a long hike, but eventually Robin made it to the city just as night was descending. As it did, the sounds of darkness surrounded the lone boy. Sounds of howling wolves, creaking metal, and the occasional live motor. He'd need cover soon.

[Shy Shay]

Robin wasn't used to all the sounds of the wild... he was constantly jumping, and looking over his soulder. He kept an eye out for an old garage that he can go to sleep in... the machinery conforts him. If not then maybe he can fall asleep in the back seat of one of the cars. It would be unlikely that anybody could find him there.

[Evra]

Chris peeks out one last time before sprinting through the fire heading for the other side of the building to get to some better cover praying he's not hit

[Knight Errant]

Julian humphs. "Ignore them... search the rest of the base." He slowly drives around the perimeter, looking for survivors... or clues as to what happened.

[Harri-chan]

Charlotte looked rather disappointed as the comfortable room reverted to the cold, plain metal, and her riffle clattered to the floor, and a bit embarrassed the girlish clothes remained on her body "Jettison her? No, no, no! I'm taking her back with me!". Her skirt swishes around as she turned and bent down, scooping up the rifle and tugging the strap over her head. A frown swept over her youthful face as she pointed the weapon up at the older man. "You said you'd explain why you attacked us... you can explain that while you take me to Giselle...".

[Zoey]

"This is suspicious... there has to be someone left or atleast a sign!" murmered Surge, before turning to the Samples brothers. "Ok, split up and very careful. If you find an enemy dont engage, come find me. Try to mainting radio silence if posible. Understood?" ordered Surge as he went his seperate way.

[AshK]

The little girl shook her head, "Not its all right...we just have to be careful." she said as she led the two girls through the complex, crouching as she did so. "We might need to shoot some of them...I was small enough to get through the vents...but you two might be too big.

*Alana looks at Dana* "We will be careful" Alana says.

*Alana looks toward Rachel and asks a question.* "Why would adults be here? I thought there weren't any left." Alana said to her best friend.

(Just take your time responding to my post N8 I am rarely on here anymore as it is.)

[Brnin8r]

As Surge ordered, the boys set out, though it nearly seemed useless, until Brian snuck back quietly. "Sir." he whispered, "We've got wounded...or at least a corpse." He leads ahead, staying as quiet and stealthy as possible, which is maintained very well as Julian's large semi meanders around the complex. Once led, he points out a boy's lower half sticking from under a downed ceiling support. There's no telling if he's survived yet.

***

For Julian's semi, there is very little heat signatures besides Surge and his two soldiers. Nothing but them reads on the motion tracker either...that is until a beeping from the console alerts at a fast moving presence just north. Wyatt taps a few buttons and a high-focus camera displays what its seeing: The ground perhaps 500 ft from the Easternmost side of the demolished base is upheaving itself, giving way to spiked, gangly spider monstrosities, their laser-pinpointed oculars leading them very easily back into the debris. It may be that they're too far or inefficient at noticing you, but it seems like they're rummaging around as well.

***

By luck, Chris' ducks and weaves leave him unphased and unhurt by the spray of bullets emitting from the broken hole in the wall.

***

Rachel shrugged, "Who knows? No one really knows what happened to them...maybe they're back."

***

The wizened man's eyes drooped and as if supremely let down his shoulders weight heavy, "If that is your sole desire..." he clicks a button and his body disappears and flickers back, projections of light now shining from all corners. "There...I'd put your gun away unless you enjoy shooting the air. I'll have no violence here. That's for earth." he turned as he ushered the small girl forward. "You see...nearly three years ago I was the leading scientist working on a project to terraform planets...I'd worked on biology, chemistry, and worked more specifically in nanotechnology, with enough of them I could rework landscapes and build towering constructions within days instead of years. The world would be at peace with all of this coming so easy. No more use in destroying buildings if they'll just pop right back up in a month, no more use trying to kill anything with those nanobots healing every part of your body and curing all diseases. But capitalism as it was...I was slandered toward the end of the project, people began breaking down my reputation and good name. If no one needed healing and nothing needed building...who was making money. They weren't...and that was a problem. So eventually, my name wasn't worth the project...and no one would help fund me. So with a little black market finagling, I achieved enough money to finish my research in nanotechnology."

"I disappeared. I built a city beneath the ocean where I improved and expanded the ability of my nanobots, soon they could control people's thoughts, read minds, adapt to their environment. Do anything nearly. Soon...after I thought I was ready...I lifted my city's prime center into space; having released my nanobots, capturing a military force, commandeering vehicles, and accruing material wealth enough to sway people and fund the next month's events. It started in Australia and continued West. I changed each continent to an appropriate world I found suitable. Buildings upheaved, organizations thrown to chaos, eventually I came to America, the center of those who despised me. No weapons could pierce my superior technology...and it is then I found the prime punishment for that nation that forsook me so. Start over. Allow the new world to build their own world. Remove the adults too close-minded and release all the free-thinking children with enough technology to build entireley new infrastructures."

The old man, after weaving you through an intense labyrinth of halls that seems everchanging eventually leads you to a door. "In essence...I've created my own world to see if, with my own special touch, I can create the peace without becoming a tyrant." his image begins to flicker. "You may have more questions, but I also have my own. Why you, a boy set against the girls turned against your home team as it were by those same enemies, try to save this one girl. Choose your actions well." The door opens as his holographic image deviated and warped until he was gone. In the middle of the room was a single pink chair. Sitting on which is Giselle, though she is dressed slightly odd. Instead of her appropriate wartime girlscout uniform, she wears a pink jumper with a white blouse underneath. It has a teddy bear on the front sewn in. Her brown hair is pulled into two pigtails. Her makeup is toned down, giving her a young look, much younger than her sixteen year old frame would usually permit. She's wearing a pair of tennis shoes with bright pink shoelaces. She stares blankly at you with a dumb smile on her face. On closer inspection, she's wearing a set of headphones.

***

It takes a while, gas station, toy store, strip mall with various empty rooms and derilect stores, but eventually as darkness slowly thickens, but eventually Robin finds a classic machine shop Paul's Auto Repair It looks all right, though its windows have been broken out.

[Evra]

Chris sighs thankfully at getting to the ner spot unharmed as be begins to peek out of the cover slightly to see if he could get clear shot running his hand down his equipment seeining if he had any grenades left knowing he didnt have enough ammo to sit here and spray and pray stupidly

[Zoey]

Surge was both a bit releaved to see something appear, but at the same time not so much as finding a probable dead body wouldn't help them much. Surge for a moment looked away as he saw the scene. He then kneeled down beside the boy and checked his vitals.

[Harri-chan]

Charlotte's arms trembled a little as she held the rifle, watching the man flicker away and the reform, apparently as a hologram. She tilted her head to the side, her now loose blonde hair swishing along her back as she stepped around the figure of light, circling right around. Her blue eyes continued to look up at the face, listening to the explanation as she moved along. The heavy gun was making her arms ache, but she was determined to keep it aimed at the hologram, despite knowing it would do no good, just to avoid doing as she was told and lowering it like a 'good girl'. Her expression changed several times during the story, as if doubting the claims for a moment, but each time she seemed to be convinced. "That seems a noble cause. You wanted to make the world a better place... ", she commented. By this point, she couldn't tell anymore what emotions were actually her own and which were caused by the girl's drugs, although being accused of being a boy stung, and in turn, she blushed, embarrassed that being called a boy now hurt her feelings. "They're not my enemies... the war was stupid, it got out of control.... the Hierarch just wants to stop the fighting. None of this explains why you... ", she trailed off as the door opened, and she saw the girl in the chair.

It took her a moment to recognise Giselle. She'd never spoken to her directly, but she'd seen her speaking with the Hierarch before. At first, she felt overwhelmingly confused as she stepped into the room and studied the clothing the teenager wore. Despite being several years older than Charlotte, Giselle's clothing was easily more immature than her own. Slowly, she walked closer, finally letting go of her rifle and pushing it so it hung across her back. "Giselle?", she asked softly. The vacant smile on the older girl's face sent a cold shiver down her spine. Suddenly, several pieces clicked into place. The scientist had wanted a new, peaceful society, and thought the children would be the answer. Instead they'd messed things up even more than the adults and the entire planet had becoming engulfed in war. Now the attack on the base made perfect sense. It was horrifying, but now she knew the reason for it. The scientist wanted another shot at his perfect, peaceful society, and thought the answer was getting the kids to be... kids again.

The weight of the assumption hit her like a sack of bricks, and she almost buckled. Her wide blue eyes studied the clothing the teenager was wearing as she came to a stop right infront of her, and then looked into her eyes... which were certainly not the eyes of a soldier. She actually swore as she saw the headphones, and reached up, tugging them down from Giselle's ears, "Come on, we have to get out of here and warn the Hierarch before it's too late... ". Grasping the hand of the teenager, she pulled, but despite the way she was dressed, Giselle was still older and stronger than her. This would end the fighting for sure, and the Hierarch and Mary Anne would be safe from danger... but would they even be the Hierarch and Mary Anne even more? Already Charlotte's head was filled with images of the girls on the base being reduced to this... and while there were many she'd quite happily stand by and watch it happen to, it was different with the Hierarch and Mary Anne, and those they cared for. "Do you know where he put your stuff? Your radio would be really helpful right now... ", she explained as she tugged the girl by the hand. It was a very bizarre feeling, looking over Giselle, her childish clothes in contrast to her slightly curvy sixteen year old body.

[Shy Shay]

Robin grimices as he enters. He looked around for the remains of a car, or some seat cushions, or something to sleep on that he didn't have to pull out of his backpack. He didn't want to appear conspicuous.

[Knight Errant]

"..." Julian didnt like the look of this... not one bit. He applies the breaks and opens up a comm to Surge.

"Hey Sargent Hatred... I got a contact. Spiderlike mechs on the east side of the base. From what I know they aren't ours. Permission to engage?"

He keeps a close watch on them while opening a channel to the rest of his team. "Those things so much as twitch the wrong way in our direction I want them filled with so many holes you could use them for a sieve. Copy?"

[Zoey]

Surge grinned. "Thank you for the report Private Pretty pony" replied Surge as he put comidic replies to a side. The spider like mechs were probably the ones responsible for this attack. Being a boy who played alot of video games before the war started, the imagine of a Strider from Half Life 2, poped into his head, but he quickly shruged it off. "Yeah, last thing we need untop of the girls are intergalatic monsters...." he mumbled to himself. "No, I want you to follow them. Keep your distance. I'll try to look for any survivors here.Keep me posted. Over" replied Surge in the intercom.

[Brnin8r]

The boy's vitals were slight, though he was still alive, albeit unconcious. At Julian's mentioning of them, the sound of the clattering mechs can be heard softly over the wind, echoing over the decimated landscape.

***

The spiders continue looking through the rubble, lifting large pieces of debris and rumbling through the smaller stuff. After a moment, one of the spider things stalls, an elongated arm stretching out from its underbelly grabs the body of a boy, young by the looks of it. As the spider thing rolls the boy over in its much more movable front legs, a bright red light flashes as if its scanning the boy. As it scans, a piece of the spider thing breaks off, what looks to be an oversized nightstand on movable legs comes to life, using some of the spider and...if the view's right...some of the broken metal around. Once assembled, the spider lays the boy on it and the smaller mech starts carting it to the hole.

***

Chris would find a single grenade and two remaining clips. The covering fire still pelted his covered position.

***

As Charlotte tugged the headphones from the youthfully dressed girl her eyes return to a focus, though its an angry one. The girl's lip jutted out as her brow furrowed. "I liked that song!" she said as she crossed her arms and huffed, her pigtails waving back and forth as she shook her head defiantly. It got even worse when the much smaller girl tried to pull her from her chair. The sixteen year old easily slapped Charlotte's hand away, "No! I want my song back! Give! Me! Back! My! Song!" she pouted, stomping her feet as she did.

Looking around, there's no sign of Giselle's former equipment. As the struggle continues the old man flickers back into the room, "Why are you denying her the happiness she's experiencing?" he asked plainly, hoping to sway the young girl.

***

A car is easily accessible around here, finding comfort is no difficult task. As Robin bunkers down into the old rickety 2004 Chevy, silence washes over the shop...for a time. After about an hour, the sound of helicopter blades hums over the ghost city, a bright light being shone around the different buildings, even entering the auto shop a couple times. The helicopter sounds like its slowing down after a couple minutes and the humming stops. Estimating, would tell that the bird landed perhaps four blocks from the repair shop.