@blubber: The massive mutant slung his arms around One, but was surprised then he fell tight through him. Scrambling to his feet, he looked over to see One flicker out of sight. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure approaching. He turned his head to find that it was One, holding a small remote-like device. "Hologram. You like?" Just as Blubber opened his mouth for a response, One spoke once more."You are Grant Frump, correct? I appreciate your enthusiasm towards the Registration Act. You are a true patriot, friend. You are legally a superhero. How do you feel about that?" Again, One cut Blubber off just as he opened his mouth. "A rhetorical question, of course. Your enthusiasm says it all. And that's why I need you, Grant. You are a very important part of this. You're the poster boy of this operation, you'll be on flyers, TV ads, commercials, everything. You'll be famous, you'll be a star. You're the one who makes people like us. Without you, we wouldn't have a symbol, Grant. You're half the operation!" One patted Blubber on the back, and pushed him gently as he began walking towards his office, signaling for Blubber to walk with him. "We have a lot to talk about, Grant. Why don't you come with me to my office."
@lunahawk: The Toaster ranted while his temporal energy was drained. "Don't you see you DUMB B*TCH!? I'M A DISTRACTION!" At that, the damaged BA unit grappled with Time Siphon from behind, squeezing metal against metal on her armor, separating his badly damaged plating. A click was heard, followed by three beeps. The BA model was built with a self-destruct mechanism powerful enough to destroy a large residential building, foundation and all. The timer lasts about 3 minutes, to let innocents evacuate, but can also be detonated on command by it's commander. After the self-destruction sequence begins, the BA unitgoes into a lockdown mode, which directs all remaining power to ensuring the robot cannot be moves from it's position. This means a local gravitational alteration device multiplies it's mass immensely, and all of it's strength is spent making sure it holds on to the desired target. If the target is of humanoid nature, the BA unit's arms become attached to them, squeezing with great force, and even bolting the hands, forearms, and biceps into the target with enough force to penetrate a foot of solid steel if given a long enough bolt. If one of these bolts are somehow removed, or one of the arms pried away, which is only possible if said function is activated by it's commander (in which case the following defense mechanism dos not take place), or if extreme force is applied, the remaining bolts will send a volt of electricity into the subject, enough to instantly kill 6 elephants. This also lowers the countdown stage to 5 seconds, if not already there, to ensure the vandal is killed along with the subject. For even the heartiest of non-superhumans, any of these functions would leave them doomed. But these were not normal humans.
But the distraction was not only meant for the BA unit. With Time Siphon's attention focused on the robots currently trying to kill her, the sniper drones were free to work as intended, as well as the advancing fodder gunners. A cloaked soldier was positioned on a building nearly 4 miles away from here, with an advanced optical installed. He was watching Solar Hawk and Luna Hawk, and primed his weapon. He carried an extremely large directed energy weapon, the battery to power such a beastly device sat in front of him and served as cover. This weapon was codenamed the Ballista, as it shot forth a devastating spear of light capable of vaporizing a sedan, or rather a sedan-sized hole through a foot of solid steel (we tested many of our weapons on foot-thick steel walls). The weapon takes nearly 30 seconds to charge before firing, that the charging process produces a brigh red ligh on the gun, which can be a giveaway, but ina combat situation, it rarely matters. Due tot he destructive capability of this gun, by the time you've seen it, not even breaking line of sight can save you. But you are a human. The targets in question are gods. The robotic soldier waited for the right shot, knowing that a hit could be devastating, but a miss equally so. There was one oppurtunity, and the targets were in constant motion flying in the air. The immediate area around him was illuminated with a bright red light. **BZZZZRRRP** The weapon charged it's shot.
@guanase: (assuming blinking is teleporting. Maybe fill out your bio?) During the chaos, the Toaster freed itself due tot he efforts of the BA unit. He turned his attention to Guanase. "Miracles NEVER cease!" He screamed, charging the swordsman. He threw a brutish punch, which was easily countered, and would have led to his arm being severed if his vibranium coating has been aged any more. "You'll BURN!!" The Toaster blasted flame in all directions, engulfing the apartment. The black smoke funneled through the hole in the ceiling, impairing the vision of any above it without electronically augmented vision. Through the flames, the Toaster launched a missile at Guanase, who he assumed was blinded by the smoke and flames. To his surprise, the swordsman disappeared from sight, sending the missile into another wall, blowing a massive hole in it, too. The Toaster was knocked to the ground by a strike from behind and impaled by a blink strike. He attempted to stand, but when he was stuck again, he shot a rocket directly into the floor, collapsing the immediate area. He fell into the arpartment below, as did a fair amount of flaming rubble, and saw robots torn to shreds, barely recognizable. "Your apartment?" he asked as the swordsman teleported infront of him. He prepared a strike, and the Toaster prepared a counter, bet before the blow landed, Guanase teleported once more and delivered the strike to the Toaster's back instead. "DAMNIT!!"
@ambrosius: @zauberin: Three knocks to the wooden door of the building Arturia was currently residing in. The metallic fist of the robot soldier left a strange clanging noise ringing in the air with each strike, the movement of the joints in it's robotic arm making buzzing noises as the moved. The telltale hum of a battery could be heard beyond their metallic casing. While one soldier knocked, two others stood guard. There were surely more located around the estate, but only three were immediately visible. The robots were humanoid in nature, having oblong heads, with the mouth of a shark painted onto them, reminiscent of U.S. fighter jets. They lacked the 'curves' of humans however, and were made up of blocky pieces of metal, rectangular in nature. They has thick steel plating protecting their vital components, and the joints looked sturdy, as did the smaller pieces connecting the larger elements. They carried an array of weapons, the door-knocker holding his assault rifle in hand. It was blocky, matching the robot's nature. The clip was attached under-barrel, and the ammunition was held along the underside of the gun, rather than the traditional downward-extending magazine. Additional ammunition could be seen attached to the robot's 'thighs.' The left guard held a shotgun, which appeared to be of a different make than the assault file. Rather than blocky and grey, the shotgun was black steel and round in nature, 'curvy' as opposed to the rifle's blockiness. It was of medium length, and appeared to be clip-fed. This meant it was most likely semi-automatic. The robot wore multiple bandoliers with clips of ammo attached to them. The other guard held a weapon the appeared to be energy-based. It was much larger than the other weapons, and required for the soldier to hold it with both arms. It required massive quantities of power to function, and the battery providing said power was attached to the robot's back in the form of a charge pack. A second charge pack rested below the first, attached horizontally to the robot's lower back, sticking out a small amount from the sides. The weapon was styled as though it was a large rifle, but lacked a scope. The front of the gun looked as though it was meant to focus and amplify the beam. A switch was located on the side, which changed the fire mode between a semi-automatic and beam. The soldier wielding said weapon spotted Ambrosius as he teleported to his current location. "Halt. State your name and business here."
@theflashfire: "Sir, the one calling himself FlashFire has escaped." One's robotic assistant reported to it's boss. "Damnit! We blew the damn place up just so that wouldn't happen! Um, let's see, where could he be going? Look up some names, and bots to all of his relative's houses in California and the bordering states ASAP. Go!" One leaned over from his chair, practically shouting at his assistant. His face-screen flickered as he leaned back. He tried to relax, but he found himself fidgeting in his chair. He stood up with a start, sending the swivel chair he was sitting in rolling into the wall. "Damnit! If he makes it here... I f*cking hate speedsters..." He held his head for a second. "Send a BA to his nearest relative's location. Prep it for speedsters first, I want it to be ready for that before we drop it off, got it? Fire resistance would be nice too, but time is a serious issue here!" One clicked a device on his helmet and was presented a view of a test room containing a BA unit. They were sending incredibly fast projectiles at it. The BA was effortlessly dodging them, showing his hones reflexes. They began to move the floor, as if it were a large treadmill. He ran with it, and the floor continuously moves faster, but the BA unit stayed in place, showing increasing speed. The floor broke mach speed, and the BA was approaching the far wall, running faster than the test room floor. When he touched the wall, the floor stopped immediately, as did the robot, again demonstrating great reflexes. "Purge test room 139." One spoke into a device on his wrist. The room was engulfed in a massive fireball, and when it cleared, the robot still stood. "Load it out." A door opened in the ceiling, and metal claw reached down and took the BA unit, putting it in a bullet-shaped pod. "When the pod reaches it's destination, broadcast me BA unit 139's vision."
"We found a condo in Los Angeles. It's owned by him." The robotic assistant said. "Send BA unit 139 to coordinates provided." A cannon-like mechanism shot the man-sized bullet into the sky. An advanced targeting system had sent it to land in the exact location of the condo. They were, of course, dealing with a speedster, and Jaired was already there before the BA unit had even been loaded. The bullet-like capsule crashed through the ceiling, and planted itself in the floor. The top opened, releasing steam as it did so, and the four sides fell to the ground. "Failure to comply with Registration Act law has marked you for death." The BA unit uttered this phrase while he was attacking, wasting no time o stand and talk. One watched this attack, as well as the soldiers kicking down the doors of the homes of any of Jaired's relatives. He again looked to the sky. The red light was brighter. Plan B had been prepped for Stage 5. It was time for change in the world, and One planned to succeed where others had not.
You know what they say. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
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