The Reploid Room - Dance Floor
Dancin', dancin', dancin'! The strange eclectic feel of the dance area is only overshadowed by its population. This fancy open area seems to be set for versatility, able to change motifs at the whim of the owner. The area is always happening with music, be it the Human DJ spinning the tunes or a live band. So stop standing there, silly! You look like a dork! Start cutting the rug!
Obvious exits:
Upstairs <UP> leads to The Reploid Room - Cocktail's Lounge.
Pool Hall <PH> leads to The Reploid Room - Pool Hall.
Bar <B> leads to The Reploid Room - Bar.
Foyer <F> leads to The Reploid Room - Entrance Foyer.
You enter The Reploid Room - Bar.
The Reploid Room - Bar
As you enter the bar area, you notice the fine chrome rail that
stretches almost all the way around the pseudo-circular room. The bar is a
full service station, equipped with not one, but two menus - reploid and human.
A few back doors imply a kitchen in the back. The rest of the room is set
up in lavish velvet booths and tables. A few very sweetly dressed female reploids
and humans wait on folks, here to serve you. Kick back and enjoy!
Plasma Wolf [RF]
Stealth Met
Red Winged Met [Red Winged Met]
Chorus Joes
Obvious exits:
Pool Hall <PH> leads to The Reploid Room - Pool Hall.
Dance Floor <DF> leads to The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
Phoebus arrives from The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
Phoebus has arrived.
Ten arrives from The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
Ten has arrived.
Fire Fox and (most) of the 17th are finishing up with decoratons. There's a bunch of ribbons and the like stating 'Happy 1st Birthday Phoebus!' but besides that it looks like it was made to be a quaint party rather than a loud, rowdy one. Fire Fox says, "Hehe...This'll be great..He won't know what hit him...hehe..."
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "<Fire Fox> Alrighty then!... Phoebus's 1st Birthday -surprise- party will begin soon...so come to the Reploid Room (That's in SAn Angeles in case you don't know Hehe) and find a good hiding spot...hehehe."
Flare Feline arrives, and hides. And is too lazy for a good pose right now. Mwargh.
Plasma Wolf is hidden as well.
While being unconscious! Oh wait, you just thought she did!
@.@
Fire Fox looks around quickly, "Alright... Looks like we're assuming
positions. She sends off a radio to Snake, <Coming?>, Secret Snake replies
with a, <Yeah, yeah...You're crazy y'know that?>, Fire Fox giggles at
the latest transmission, "Oh he's such a kidder...Alright...hm..here
we go!", she hides under a table. Liz hides next to her. >"<.
Ten ended up hearing about the plan to surprise Phoebus from some marine gumby. Now she is hidden and waiting to surprise Phoebus. Before coming, she had her teleportation system tested. After all, she wouldn't want to miss the chance for a little extra surprise!
Flare Feline activates his stealth mode.
Flare Feline hides, because he's stealthy! Mwargh!
There is a few moments of being hidden. And then Secret Snake slithers in with PHoebus, whose attention is completely focused on him. "Yeah, well... That's an interesting tactic to consider, but we'll have to train with it to make sure it works before using it on the field.", Phoebus says..and then Fire Fox activates the lights via remote. Ie: This is the signal.
Ten sees the signal. Her optics go wide with anticipation that lasts for only a fraction of a second. Then she crawls out from under the table she was hiding under, to get a good look at exactly where Phoebus is. As soon as she sees where, she begins to shimmer, and vanishes. Then she reappears in plain sight 45 degress from Phoebus, spreads her arms wide, and happily yells, "Surprise!"
Plasma Wolf jumps out from behind a table and grins, "Er...
Surprise!"
[OOC] Strike Osprey thinks it'd be amusing if he showed up, completely clueless.
^.^
Let the surprise party begin! But where's Flare. You could have sworn he came in here and hid. Well you see with his 1337 hiding skillz!, he's on the ceiling. Grasping the beams on the ceiling, and with his rather good dexterity he manages to maintain his grasp without breaking them, or giving away his location. However once Ten alerts Phoebus, he decides to make his enterance himself. He releases his grasp, and falls from the ceiling, doing a rather nice mid-air somursault and lands on his feet, cats always land on their feet, a bit in front of Phoebus. "Surprise sir." He says rather calmly.
Flare Feline deactivates his stealth mode.
Phoebus hears the shout of surprise and screams, "NO!! IT'S THE MAVERICKS! DIEEEE!!!", and he fires repeatedly with his energy cannon at all present until he's out of ammo, "Die die die die die!! Oh god...it's all happening agaiin!", no, no..he doesn't do that, but he does let out a small yelp as he hears the surprise, stepping back in surprise, "Wh...wha?", and then... WhOOM! Down comes Flare, "Yaah!", he shouts in surprise and then another 'Surprise!' "w..what's going on?", Phoebus stammers, looking around quickly, The rest of his squad come out of their hiding spots (minus Snake) and all say, "Surprise! Happy Birthday Phoebus!", and Phoebus just stares, trying to recollect his thoughts. Secret Snake smirks and says, "And you thought we couldn't get your records, eh Phoeb?"
Strike Osprey strides up the stairs leading to the bar, glancing around slowly....for once, the avian-base Reploid is without his gatling cannon or rocket launchers...maybe it has something to do with the fact that he's in San-Angeles? Or maybe because he got beaten up by a scantily-clad Maverick? Of course, he fully intends to keep the latter to himself...maybe. Completely clueless about the surprise party, Strike just...blinks. "Uhm...yeah. Okay...." >_< -_- o_o
Ten laughs at Phoebus' reaction. Cheerfully, she explains. "It's your birthday today, Phoebus! You were activated one year ago today! Happy birthday, Phoebus!"
Flare Feline smiles a bit and nods "We couldn't exactly forget about this sir. A birthday's a big thing, at least it is to humans."
The 17th become the waiters and the like..getting food onto the tables and the like. Phoebus would blush if he could. But he can't because he's not Sewa. "I..uh...wow...", he smiles, "Thanks...Thanks a lot...", he bows slightly respectfully to those in front of him. As for Strike Osperey, PHoebus merely thinks he's part of the people who showed up for this party..which is odd, because he barely knows the guy. hmm.
Ten smiles happily. "Phoebus, there is no way we could ever miss this chance to eat cake and ice cream, party and... Oops, I mean... celebrate a great guy like you being with us! Yeah, that's what's important, you." Ten approaches Phoebus and attempts to give him a playful double pat on the shoulder.
Plasma Wolf smiles and nods.
Strike Osprey blinks, making his way towards the bar proper with a slight shrug. oO(Looks like someone's getting a party.)Oo Not like its any of his concern. With everyone wearing 'civvy' clothes, and his relative new-ness, the osprey has no clue that the other Reploids currently in the room are doing.
Flare Feline chuckles "Yeah, of course you're important to us sir." Flare makes a sidelong glance at the bar "Of course, the cake and icecream is pretty good too." Flare sighs, this reminds him of the birthday party he had when he was home, for Krysta. It was a fun time...
Phoebus looks down, "Um..thanks...", he's really red now (if he could blush but he can't nyahahar)... "I..um... yeah, thanks... I'm really glad you think that...", he pauses, "...You guys went to some trouble, huh?"
The gumbies finish putting down the food. Dinner comes before ICe cream and cake after all... sniff. But it's a nice dinner..what is it? Well... there's fish, pizza, hamburgers, french fries...And probably some fancy stuff the name of which I do not know.
Plasma Wolf grins a bit, chuckling, "Well... sir... I wasn't
even part of the group that prepared the party. I just heard about it and
I figured that I would show up and celebrate the occasion myself."
Ten sighs. "I'm afraid I just barely got here in time, so I didn't get
to help set up. I was finishing some paperwork, and it almost made me late."
She sighs again. "I can't believe I put work before fun like that! I
really need to get my priorities straight! Well anyway, let's all go get something
to eat."
[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Someone do me a favor and set Sonic Banshee's recipie files on fire? This is knowledge too dark to possess."
[Radio: (D) Public] Clown Man transmits, "*cough* Don't... do... it... Not... until... I try that... Devil's... Foodcake... Recipe... I found. *sparks*"
[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "You sick, sick, little Clown."
Flare Feline nods "Well it was your squad who did most of the work sir. And they informed us of your birthday as well, it's all due to them." He looks towards the food, and clapses his hands together "Anyway, as is tradition at most human birthday parties I've seen, let's all consume the vast amounts of unecessary junk food." Go junk food! Woo!
[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "How droll."
[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Oh, good...Mr. Featherhead himself..."
[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "Mmm, yes..."
[Radio: (D) Public] Strike Osprey transmits, "Feather head? Why don't you say that to my face, match-stick?"
[Radio: (D) Public] Halo Hare transmits, "Ah don' think he was talking 'bout yah, sah."
[Radio: (D) Public] Heat Man transmits, "Mainly because shooting pool... <THOK> is far more important than talking to you?""
[Radio: (D) Public] Cyber Peacock transmits, "I do believe he's talking about me."
Phoebus grins a bit, "Well..you showed up so...I can't really...Well that's all that matters, that you came...and I can't say it enough...thanks.", he smiles. One of the things he's worried about most of his life was how others thought of him, oddly enough, so it's nice to see some people actually care enough to go to a party. "Heh...alright, alright...", he nods to Flare as he suggests junk food...yum...candy...tasty treats..hehehe.
Fire Fox passes by, "No junk food until you eat your dinner..sheesh..didn't your parents teach you any manners? Anyway, we have several different types of sodas..uh.. ", she lists off the 21XX equivalents to Coke, Sprite, Root bear and... Shirley temples. wooh.
Plasma Wolf walks over to the food curiously, "Hmm... Let's go see what they have on the menu..."
Strike Osprey sits down at the bar, elliciting a faint 'creak!' from the stool he happens to pick...at 900-odd kilograms, the avian is nothing to sneeze at. The chair manages to hold, thankfully, and the bartender hesitantly heads in his direction. "Hey, uh, mac...you buy that chair if it breaks, allright?" A slow shrug from the osprey. "Sure, why not. I'm used to it by now." Cue a slight grin.
Ten heads over to a table and starts eating. "Mmmm, these french fries are delicious!" Hmmm, how the heck is a bird managing to eat like a human? Well, in any case, a waiter asks her what she would like to drink. She simply says, "A 16 ounce cherry coke, please." An aerial gumby swan who happened to attend the party says to Ten, "Are you sure you don't want a little something alcoholic to drink, Commander? You look like a real partying type to me!" Ten shakes her head. "Believe me, you don't want to see me with both alcohol and sugar in me at the same time!"
Flare Feline also heads over to eat, grabbing a good old fashioned
burger. And ordering a Coksi, yummers. As with Ten, a marine gumbie talks
to Flare "Sir, would you like something alcoholic to drink yourself?"
Flare chuckles and waves it off "Nooooo Private. Heh. Let's just say
alcohol has a /very/ negative effect on my systems."
Plasma Wolf grins as he grabs a plate, throwing pretzels, doritos, tostitos,
all sorts of junk food on the plate, "Mmmmm... This stuff should be good."
Phoebus watches the group around him disperse. To be honest? A little thankfully. For some reason, he seems to be able to best be around people when being shot at. He's disturbing. Although he does catch two conversations..both involving alcohol. This is even more disturbing. Shudder. Still, he walks towards the food. hee.
Snowstorm Swan keeps trying to convince Ten to drink some alcohol. "Come on, Ma'am! Be a real partier!" Ten grins at the gumby swan mischievously. "Think about what my personality is like. Then imagine me drunk, and even crazier! Do you really want that?" Snowstorm Swan cringes, and meekly shakes her head. "No, ma'am!" Ten smiles, and says, "I thought not!" Then she eats some more french cries.
Phoebus picks a pizza slice. Why? Because pizza's good..and because Ten's eating the fries and he's worried...and scared...terrified really. Ten..on sugar...drunk...
Plasma Wolf hmms a bit, and glances over to the large avian that's a new face to him. He starts to walk over and sits down next to him, "Heya, don't think I've ever seen you in the 'Force yet... You are?"
Ten looks at the soda in front of her. Excitedly, she says, "Time to get full of sugar and caffeine!" She reaches over to pick it up, and accidentally spills it. "Ack! Oh man, so much for the sugar! Oh well, I think I'll see how Phoebus is doing." Ten stands up, and begins walking toward the table where Phoebus is seated. Meanwhile, Repliforce may neevr know about the small bit of magnetism used by Electron Duck to make her spill the soda. Electron Duck saving every member of Repliforce at the Reploid Room may forever remain a secret.
Mad Monkey arrives from The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
Mad Monkey has arrived.
Plasma Wolf sits at the bar, eating some pretels.
Spiral Pegasus arrives from The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
Spiral Pegasus has arrived.
Mad Monkey walks in, looking around. Somewhat crowded, he sees, though he sees some familiar faces. He waves, though he walks up to the bar to order something before joining everyone.
Plasma Wolf looks over at the monkey, not recognizing the face yet. He taps him on the shoulder, "Hey man... what's up?"
Spiral Pegasus has come for Phoebus's soul. Yessssssssss. Well, no. He's come for a good time, and to see if he can get Ten hopped up on Jolt cola. Muhahahahahahaha!
Phoebus continues chewing on his pizza... glancing towards Mad Monkey and he puts it back down on his plate, "Oh, hey...", he pauses, not sure whether to call Mad Monkey 'Mad' or Monkey. hmm. Still, Fire Fox runs over to Mad Monkey.
"Hello Chimpster!", she says cheerfully to Mad Monkey, "You here for the party?"
Mad Monkey looks over to Plasma Wolf nonchalantly, but seeing the Repliforce insignia on his wolfson, smiles back and says, "Doing just fine!" cheerfully. "Mad Monkey's the name. You can call me Monk." Glancing over at his foxy squadmate, he calls, "That goes for you too!" and beams her a smile. "Corporal, Phoebus' squad. Hope I'm not too late."
Fire Fox grins and tries to noogie Mad Monkey. How evil! "Hehe.. I know, I know...Sorry for not letting ya know sooner but I always forget about the new guys, auugh...And we old fargs need to take care of the newbies! hehe!"
Phoebus sinks in his chair. He doesn't know Fire Fox, he doesn't know Fire Fox.
Plasma Wolf grins at the monkey and nods, "Nice to meet you, Monk... I'm Plasma Wolf, part of the SecDef team. It's nice to see new faces in the 'Force."
David Smith arrives from The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
David Smith has arrived.
Spiral Pegasus grabs a drink at the bar. "A Mountain Dew please." Spiral Pegasus, dry pony.
Gauss Coyote arrives from The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
Gauss Coyote has arrived.
Gauss Coyote walks into the bar, finding his usual table in the corner and taking a seat, ordering himself a beer and looking around at the crowded bar.
Flare Feline is just having a few burgers with generic Marine
gumbies. Too bad for Phoebus, he's the birthday boy and no one'll talk to
him.
Mad Monkey lets the fox noogie him, as he's ... well, look at her! "I'm
not /that/ new," he insists with a grin, "... we need to get someone
new in the squad so that I don't be it!" He laughs.
David Smith walks in, a wry smile on his face. He goes to the nearest empty table and waits to be served.
Plasma Wolf chuckles a bit, "I didn't mean it in a bad way, Monk... It's just that this is the first time I met you before."
Fire Fox is one hot vixen, as Templar oocly put it. rowr. Yes, and we all recognized it as a bad joke. Fire Fox says, "Yeah...Maybe we can pick...hmm.hmm..hmm..Iceblade Sentry! He's so neat!", Phoebus hears this and thuds to the ground.
Flare Feline would go over and talk to Phoebus, really. But he's not much of a conversation starter, particularly with his commanding officer. Besides, there's burgers to be eaten, yum.
Mad Monkey's drink comes up... quite a small vessel, with only a small amount of clear liquid. He downs it in one gulp, and signals for another. He smiles again to Fire Fox, not saying anything this time, and also flashes Plasma Wolf a cheesy grin. He stares at the bartender happily.
Ten sees Phoebus, and decides that no may not be the best time to ask him how he is doing. Judging from how he just thudded to the ground, she thinks she can guess how he is doing. So, she looks about for somebody she can start a conversation with, She doesn't choose anybody right away, she takes some time to think about it.
Plasma Wolf chuckles a bit at the monkey, "So, Monk... what division are you in?"
A waitress finds her way over to David's table, who appears
in the partying mood. With no tact he makes his order. 'I'll have the strongest
drink you got, and make it snappy." As the waitress goes off to get his
order, he looks around the room. .oO(Lively bunh here tonight.)
Phoebus gathers himself up. Fire Fox...must destroy the evil... Anyway, Fire
Fox intercedes and answers for Monk, "He's in the 17th, so he's gotta
be a Marine, yeah?".
Mad Monkey whispers something to the bartender... a few moments later, a glass is brought out to Phoebus. The vessel is small, and has some sort of steaming effect going on, like a potion concocted by a witch. Muhahah. With that, Monk lies his head down on the bar for a nap.
Mad Monkey has disconnected.
Ten suddenly remembers that they don't get to the cake until they finish eating the other food. Quickly, she yells aloud, "50 zenny to whoever can eat the most food in the next 5 minutes!" .oO(This should get the party rolling!)Oo.
Fire Fox busily ties Mad Monkey's hair into ribbons. That is until Ten announces the 50 zenny problem. "50!? I'm there!", she dashes towards the table and starts to devour anything she can at full speed until she starts choking on a piece of fish, "ACk!", Phoebus chuckles at Ten's announcement and then... VWOOM! The potion. W..what's this? Oh crud...He looks from side to side and sniffs it experimentally. "...mnhh?"
Flare Feline shrugs, and polishes off the rest of the hamburgers. He's a reploid, they can't become quite as 'stuffed' as humans can. After the burgers, eats some fish. Mmmm, fish.
Gobble. Snarf. Snap.
Spiral Pegasus is um... drinking. Yeah, that's the ticket. Burp.
(Damn webcomics!)
The waitress brings David's drink. "One Daemon's fire, sir." The
waitress walks away, leaving him to his drink. .oO(Daemon's fire...?) He takes
a sip.
Fire Fox forces herself to swallow. Yes! And... she glances towards Flare, Oh no! He's catching up! She starts to eat faster. Must. defeat. The other Fire based reploid in the room (Besides Ten) Uurgh!
Phoebus slides out of his chair and walks towards Ten. Step. Step.
Flare Feline finishes the fish. Mmm, fish. And downs most of the cola there. Then he works on the Pizza. He's eating fast, but not messily. Slowly the pizzas dissappear, as both Firey forcers Gobble Snarf and Snap.
Ten looks about at the scarfing going on around her, and smiles. .oO(I know it was mean of me, but I want that cake!)Oo. Suddenly, a thought hits her. Suddenly, she shakes her head, and looks as though she wishes she had tear ducts so she could cry. .oO(After eating like that, they won't be able to eat cake! I've deprived some poor, innocent reploids of the opportunity to partake in the bliss that is cake! What have I done???!!!)Oo. Then she notices Phoebus approaching. She forces herself to smile and say, "Um... hello, Phoebus. Enjoying the party?"
Spiral Pegasus joins the party now. "Did someone mention cake?"
Phoebus nods with a smile towards Ten, "Yeah...Everbody seems to be enjoying themselves...Nice to see.", Fire Fox is messy when she eats, worrying more about quantity whether than quality. She continues working on the fish, tossing the bones away as she's done with each one. And to be honest? 50 zenny can buy a lot of cakes.
Plasma Wolf has left.
<Global News Network> "...and the top 'Easiest Foe
of Odysseus'... the Torontreal Maple Leafs!" &r &r Beeeeeeeep.
The GNN newsflash logo appears. A clean cut man appears behind a desk. "Good
evening. Tonight, a daring attack by the Robot Masters, formerly lead by the
late Dr. Wily, occurs as we speak, in Detroit. This midwestern city is home
to many heavy-duty machinery plants, several of which produce parts for military
vehicles such as the Repliforces' Ride Armors." The anchor tilts his
head, "And just in now, the factories under seige appear to specifically
BE those for Ride Armors. More on this, as it develops."
"...and so for the Greeks, the battle of Marathon went down in history
as a great victory. But for the Persians, history... bites."
David Smith enters The Reploid Room - Dance Floor.
David Smith has left.
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Corporal Halo Hare transmits, "P'mission t' dispatch on recon?"
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Iris transmits, "Sure, go on ahead. Who else is ready?"
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Lieutenant Jet Stingray transmits, "I should have figured that something was going to go down... Jet Stingray deploying. They are attacking a Repliforce area... We aren't doing some recon."
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "..nh...dangit...not now..."
Ten looks around, nods, and smiles. "It would appear so. You know, Flare Feline is a great friend, but I actually hope the vixen wins the 50 zenny. It would probably cost that much to buy a cleaner that could actually get her muzzle clean after she eats like that!"
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "ooc: e.r. that was Fire Fox, not Phoebus"
Phoebus chuckles at Ten, "She doesn't want to lose her 'title' I guess...But I'm sure Flare Feline will be diplomatic if he wins.", he seems blissfully unaware of the GNN and what's going on the broadband..why's that? Because...well...his radio is still off. A couple gumbies give Phoebus uncertain looks.
Flare Feline blinks as he hears the news. Flare is also unaware of the status of Phoebus' radio "Umm sir? Should we look into this?" Flare lays the pizza he was eating aside, and wipes his face with a napkin, seems like the party will soon be over.
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Michael Eildath transmits, "You guys on top of this?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Feedback transmits, "Yo yo yo. You punks awake over there?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Jet Stingray transmits, "I am deploying with a few other 'forcers, but we might need back up depending how many bad guys are there."
Phoebus looks towards Flare Feline, "Huh? Look into what?", he pauses and looks at the pizza, "Er..no..I think you should finish it..."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Zero transmits, "*grunts* Ignore me, I'm just a coward."
Flare Feline blinks again and cocks his head. "No, I'm talking about the incident about the Masters in Detroit... is your radio malfunctioning?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Captain Phoebus transmits, "<Fire Fox> Um...You tell Phoebus we turned off his radio, Snake. <Secret Snake> Liz...you busy? <Lightning Lizard> ...oh bother."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Rigger transmits, "We don't have any backup *to* give at this point other than Mike and a rookie. ...Oh, and blondie of course."
Ten is too into the eating match between Flare Feline and Fire Fox to even notice the radio conversation. "Well, whoever wins, the food should all be gone. Then we can get to the cake!" Just then, she notices Flare standing there. "Huh? The 5 minutes isn't up yet. Why have you stopped?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Zero transmits, "*growled* Don't start, or I'll just use the Masters here as a warm-up, Rigger.,"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Corporal Halo Hare blinks audiably. "Ahm naht gonna ask..."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Feedback transmits, "Best ya don't."
Flare Feline eyes back at Fire Fox after hearing her broadcast, and just sighs.
Phoebus glances around, "Radio malfunctioning?...uh...", he pauses for a moment, "No...don't think so...Er...?", he looks to Ten questioningly. Fire Fox swallows and pretendfs to not notice this by chewing on some french fries. . o O (I'm not here, I'm not here)
Ten looks about in confusion. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"
Flare Feline blinks again. Ok, so he's going to have to explain bit by bit what just happened. "Well sir, there was just a GNN broadcast, the Masters are attacking Detroit." He'll omit what he heard Fire Fox say, for now.
Phoebus frowns, "I didn't hear it...", he lifts up his arm, and speaks into his vocal radio, "Hey...Situation Report...", a pause, "Situation Report?", he baps the radio with his free hand, "Hey...Hey!...", he pauses and then sighs, "Sheesh..."
Guardian has connected.
Ten blinks in surprise. "I didn't hear it either because I was too into watching the eating contest. Um, is something wrong with your radio, Phoebus?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Feedback transmits, "So, how's the situation sizin up out there thus far? You guys gonna get trampled as usual without a lil' expert help?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Michael Eildath transmits, "I'll be there in the 'Slinger in a hot minute... well, several minutes, really."
Flare Feline scratches his head "..I'm not hearing you on my radio sir. Something must be wrong with it. *glare at Fire Fox* Anyway, I really /really/ hate to break up a birthday party, but I think we should provide assistance."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Zero transmits, "Just stay outta my way, unless you like friendly fire."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Rigger transmits, "Manage to get back in one peice and I'll buy you a beer, Zero."
Phoebus nods slowly towards Flare Feline, "...Well..I'll make sure assistance is needed....", he takes off his radio and opens up a small panel on it... "It's fine th...", he pauses, "...It's off...", he slides the cover back on and flicks a switch... He looks pretty angry...and he sends out a radio transmission, speaking into his radio again.
[Radio: (A) Repliforce] Captain Phoebus transmits, "Okay...Fine...Who turned off my radio?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Jet Stingray transmits, "One or two of your guys would be nice... Just to be on site back up if nothing else."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Feedback transmits, "Well sit tight then. We've got a few on way, I'll be along shortly to help with mop up duty if nothin else."
Ten sighs. "Phoebus... I'm really sorry things ended up this way. I... I wish so badly I could do something to change how thigns ended up on your special day." She sighs sadly again.
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Captain Phoebus transmits, "Is backup needed to this little...whatever the hell is going on?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Jet Stingray transmits, "Don't worry about it, sir, have some cake and let the stingray handle it for you."
Flare Feline nods "Yes, sorry sir. Though the Masters are the ones to blame here." He hmphs "They do nothing but cause trouble."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Fashionable Feline transmits, "Hopefully not. They got into trouble. They can get out."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Rigger transmits, "If you got the men, go ahead. We're short on available and heavy on the injured at the moment. I'm working on Feedback as we speak. And Jet, I'd love to know what the heck you Repliforcers do for repairs. Weren't you KOed just last night?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Captain Phoebus transmits, "...I'd rather not eat cake than see you get hurt, Jet... Is backup needed? If not, then yes I'll stay..but don't risk your life for this..."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Feedback transmits, "Leadin the charge hobbling along on one leg, eh Jet?"
Phoebus smiles slightly, "...Thanks...", he pauses, "But don't worry about it...You guys already made this day great...Thanks for coming...all of you...", he looks to Ten, "It was a lot of fun...Thanks for being here..."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Captain Phoebus transmits, "ooc: Jet has legs?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Jet Stingray pauses. "No, I got my legs and everything else repaired! My system repairs are setting in..." Another pause. "Okay... Maybe I should just do the General thing and just stand back and give orders or something while someone fights for me... I still could take them though if I had too."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Rigger transmits, "I'd say that's a rousing endorsement for 'yes they need backup'."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Fashionable Feline transmits, "And we couldn't be any prouder of you if you could. *Heavy amounts of sarcarsm*"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Feedback transmits, "Yo kid. You ever do anything but sit around on yer aft and whine?"
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Captain Phoebus transmits, "alright...What're they after again? The Masters?"
Ten nods, and manages a hint of a smile. "You're welcome, Phoebus. Don't worry, we'll eat cake and give you your presents another day. For now, let's go slice some Masters!" She stands up.
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Rigger transmits, "The news said they were goin after the places that make your ride armor parts."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Michael Eildath transmits, "Step in line..."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Rigger transmits, "Now now boys, play nice. There's plenty for everyone."
[Radio: (C) RF/Hunter-Com] Michael Eildath OOC - And remember to ask Wily if it's okay to bring in more stuff. :)
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