Stage Select Bar and Grill

[Blaze]

"Ooohhhh, canned drinks!"

Alex grabs the can with both hands and pounds back the contents!

[Kether]

Two of the tall robots turn to the soldiers. The captive NPCs are still being guarded/manhandled by two others. Both robots rush forward just as quickly as the other. More of the small explosions go off in the trees, but there's still no sign of what's causing it.

"Oh hell..." one of the soldiers mutters. "Command! We're engaging!"

The CTC troops immediately open fire with a rather hasty barrage of machine gun and electrolaser fire at the charging robots!

*takes pictures*"Meatbag Oppression!"

[muffinstud]

"Ooohhhh, canned drinks!"

Alex grabs the can with both hands and pounds back the contents!

The contents are smooth, filling, and have a pineapple aftertaste. It would be an otherwise unremarkable drink, if not for the sudden surge of energy flowing through Alex. She's never felt better, more alert, and any sickness or malady is just gone. This is the good stuff!

"Oh hell..." one of the soldiers mutters. "Command! We're engaging!"

The CTC troops immediately open fire with a rather hasty barrage of machine gun and electrolaser fire at the charging robots!

The closer of the two robots brings its arms up to shield its front as it barrels through. It takes the brunt of the fire, splitting in half at the waist and tumbling down into the soldiers in two smoking halves.

The other one leaps over them with the help of a burst of rocket power, and smashes its fists into one of the hummers. The vehicle's tires pop, the glass has spiderwebs in it, and the front implodes around the metal fists. Green vapor coming out of the remains of the hood indicate it's not moving any time soon.

*takes pictures*"Meatbag Oppression!"

Assuming that the photographer isn't actually in the action, something taps a shoulder. Right behind is a green robotic soldier. It speaks in a combination of static, synthetic vocals and radio gibberish. While it's hard to make out, it seems like it's requesting no flash photography.

[Kether]

"Ooohhhh, canned drinks!"

Alex grabs the can with both hands and pounds back the contents!

The contents are smooth, filling, and have a pineapple aftertaste. It would be an otherwise unremarkable drink, if not for the sudden surge of energy flowing through Alex. She's never felt better, more alert, and any sickness or malady is just gone. This is the good stuff!

"Oh hell..." one of the soldiers mutters. "Command! We're engaging!"

The CTC troops immediately open fire with a rather hasty barrage of machine gun and electrolaser fire at the charging robots!

The closer of the two robots brings its arms up to shield its front as it barrels through. It takes the brunt of the fire, splitting in half at the waist and tumbling down into the soldiers in two smoking halves.

The other one leaps over them with the help of a burst of rocket power, and smashes its fists into one of the hummers. The vehicle's tires pop, the glass has spiderwebs in it, and the front implodes around the metal fists. Green vapor coming out of the remains of the hood indicate it's not moving any time soon.

*takes pictures*"Meatbag Oppression!"

Assuming that the photographer isn't actually in the action, something taps a shoulder. Right behind is a green robotic soldier. It speaks in a combination of static, synthetic vocals and radio gibberish. While it's hard to make out, it seems like it's requesting no flash photography.

"of course of course"

[Harri-chan]

Having heard the explosions, rather than go to help, Elliot had run for cover in the nearest building... which just so happened to the the Stage Select Bar and Grill! He was out of breath as he stumbled up to the bar, long blonde hair loose down his back, his skinny frame clad in a light blue t-shirt and a pair of white shorts.

[Blaze]

Alex blinkblinks and seems to vibrate even as she finishes the drink!

"WHOAAAAAAAAthat'ssuperttiplegoodstuffcanIhavemoooore?"

[Jello Shot Mischa]

The closer of the two robots brings its arms up to shield its front as it barrels through. It takes the brunt of the fire, splitting in half at the waist and tumbling down into the soldiers in two smoking halves.

The other one leaps over them with the help of a burst of rocket power, and smashes its fists into one of the hummers. The vehicle's tires pop, the glass has spiderwebs in it, and the front implodes around the metal fists. Green vapor coming out of the remains of the hood indicate it's not moving any time soon.

There's hope for a moment as one of the two robots goes down under the combined fire of the soldiers... but then the other easily leaps over and smashes one of the two HMMWVs, disabling it! The troopers still inside quickly bail out, while they try to regroup and reform around the other vehicle behind the armored truck!

"Dammit, why don't we have EDU support!"

"We're supposed to be deploying the XGS!"

"Well how long does it take to start up??"

[muffinstud]

Alex blinkblinks and seems to vibrate even as she finishes the drink!

"WHOAAAAAAAAthat'ssuperttiplegoodstuffcanIhavemoooore?"

The girl gives Alex a flat look. "No."

Having heard the explosions, rather than go to help, Elliot had run for cover in the nearest building... which just so happened to the the Stage Select Bar and Grill! He was out of breath as he stumbled up to the bar, long blonde hair loose down his back, his skinny frame clad in a light blue t-shirt and a pair of white shorts.

The girl waves to Elliot, beckoning him to the bar. "Welcome! You're our second customer! Please be rational!"

"of course of course"

The soldier roughly pushes with his shield, shoving the photographer towards the grouping of confused and battered NPCs. It garbles something about sitting down and staying quiet.

There's hope for a moment as one of the two robots goes down under the combined fire of the soldiers... but then the other easily leaps over and smashes one of the two HMMWVs, disabling it! The troopers still inside quickly bail out, while they try to regroup and reform around the other vehicle behind the armored truck!

"Dammit, why don't we have EDU support!"

"We're supposed to be deploying the XGS!"

"Well how long does it take to start up??"

The robot with its hands in the hummer wrenches it up into the air and tosses it directly into the other hummer with a great heave. Both vehicles crumple into each other with the sharp, sick sound of forming scrap metal. It leaps again, this time smashing into the hood of the troop carrier.

The smoking remains of the first green robot whine with the familiar sound of a turbine, before the torso and arms leap up into the air. It hovers for a half a second, regarding the soldiers that downed it, before grabbing them and flinging them into each other like bean bags.

[Jello Shot Mischa]

The robot with its hands in the hummer wrenches it up into the air and tosses it directly into the other hummer with a great heave. Both vehicles crumple into each other with the sharp, sick sound of forming scrap metal. It leaps again, this time smashing into the hood of the troop carrier.

The smoking remains of the first green robot whine with the familiar sound of a turbine, before the torso and arms leap up into the air. It hovers for a half a second, regarding the soldiers that downed it, before grabbing them and flinging them into each other like bean bags.

With ease, two of the CTC's vehicles are disabled as one of the HMMWV's is flung into the other! Fuel dripping from one leaks onto sparks coming from the wreckage of the other, and quickly both end up engulfed in flames! The soldiers, having lost the protective cover of their vehicles, start to panick as the robot they thought had been destroyed rises again, and starts grabbing them and tossing them about!

Meanwhile, the other robot slams its metal fists into the remaining vehicle, the armored transport truck, its suspension squealing under the strain as it hammers into the armor... and then there's the sound of tortured metal as two delicate, pale hands begin peeling away the armored shell of the truck from the inside of its cargo compartment. In a few moments, a pale young woman wearing a military jumpsuit clambers out, blinking at the giant green robot with dispassionate eyes.

"XGS-03/EMR Maxwell online..." it murmurs. "Commencing threat assessment."

[Blaze]

"AwwwwbutIcanpaylooklookLOOK!"

Alex digs into her coat and pulls out a wallet! Her seat is starting to shake quite a bit under her o_o

[Kether]

"of course of course"

The soldier roughly pushes with his shield, shoving the photographer towards the grouping of confused and battered NPCs. It garbles something about sitting down and staying quiet.

"I am just trying to record your struggle, brother"

[Harri-chan]

Elliot was drawn to the cute girl like a moth to a flame, but looked puzzled by her request. "Uh... Hi", he said. For a moment he considered letting them know what was happening outside, before realising that might end with him being dragged back out to help. "Cute dress", he smiled, nodding at the girl's attire. "Do you do milkshakes?".

[Ookalf]

The robot doesn't let up, and rushes towards Ookalf rather quickly as he self-narrates. It swings wildly for another fist to face connection.

Henshin! *Summoning up his Rider suit, Ookalf lashes out with a punch of his own, meeting the robot's head on!*

[muffinstud]

"AwwwwbutIcanpaylooklookLOOK!"

Alex digs into her coat and pulls out a wallet! Her seat is starting to shake quite a bit under her o_o

"No. I'm the bartender, and I say you've had enough." She waves her hand to the dancefloor. "Why don't you go burn off some of that energy?"

Elliot was drawn to the cute girl like a moth to a flame, but looked puzzled by her request. "Uh... Hi", he said. For a moment he considered letting them know what was happening outside, before realising that might end with him being dragged back out to help. "Cute dress", he smiled, nodding at the girl's attire. "Do you do milkshakes?".

The girl smiles. "Thank you! It was a gift from my father." She reaches under the counter and pulls out some metal mixing cups. "What flavor?"

With ease, two of the CTC's vehicles are disabled as one of the HMMWV's is flung into the other! Fuel dripping from one leaks onto sparks coming from the wreckage of the other, and quickly both end up engulfed in flames! The soldiers, having lost the protective cover of their vehicles, start to panick as the robot they thought had been destroyed rises again, and starts grabbing them and tossing them about!

Meanwhile, the other robot slams its metal fists into the remaining vehicle, the armored transport truck, its suspension squealing under the strain as it hammers into the armor... and then there's the sound of tortured metal as two delicate, pale hands begin peeling away the armored shell of the truck from the inside of its cargo compartment. In a few moments, a pale young woman wearing a military jumpsuit clambers out, blinking at the giant green robot with dispassionate eyes.

"XGS-03/EMR Maxwell online..." it murmurs. "Commencing threat assessment."

The robot nearest the woman rips the top of the truck off and flings it into the chaos of the battle. It approaches the woman slowly, and looks at the peeled metal of the truck. Then, it smacks the top part of it, causing the truck to tip over onto its side.

The half robot is making easy work of the grunts in their panicked state. Soldiers are getting tossed into nearby trees, punched into the ground, thrown into each other; it's not a fight so much as it is a massacre

Henshin! *Summoning up his Rider suit, Ookalf lashes out with a punch of his own, meeting the robot's head on!*

Ookalf manages to meet fist with fist, causing a small shockwave to pulse out from the point of contact. The robot's fist stays intact, however, and attempts to land another.

[muffinstud]

"I am just trying to record your struggle, brother"

The green soldier gives the photographer another rough push, lumping him with the NPC's. It puts a hand to it's helmet and speaks more garbled gibberish. Soon, other soldiers come out from behind the trees and slowly advance towards the fighting.