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Post by Leda on Aug 28, 2007 2:28:08 GMT -5
Having been abandoned for a hundred years, Iron Lock Prison had a quiet atmosphere, broken only by the occasional drip of moisture or the scurrying of a rat. Perhaps once in a while the wind might cause the corridors to howl or the barred doors to creek. At times, the building itself seemed to groan, exhausted of its existance and welcoming demolition.
Apparently today would not be normal.
@segaray@ The stillness of the prison abruptly erupted as a blonde squirrel tumbled to the cold concrete, seemingly from nowhere, screeching at the top of his lungs. His cry was abruptly cut off, however, as his companion was deposited on top of him, knocking the wind from his lungs and leaving him gasping for oxygen. Ray coughed and winced from the impact. "..M... Midi..?!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Aug 28, 2007 2:54:20 GMT -5
 Midnight grunted as she landed on top of her boney cushion. She took a moment to regain her bearings, looking around at the dark, damp and cold surroundings. Her bristles had raised up in alarm and she seemed to freeze in place. "... Where are we?" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Aug 28, 2007 3:07:45 GMT -5
Meanwhile, in the swamp outside the prison, a portal formed in midair, depositing a Tasmanian devil into the mud below. Impressively, he managed to land on his feet, snarling to himself, only to have that cut short by a car bumper... landing on his head, end first.
Crash... LOST IT. This was the last straw today... First, he just woke up in a foul mood... THEN, he met some crazy echidna chick (weren't they extinct or something?), who nearly drove him up a wall, a robot monkey insults him... and then SHE showed up. He ALMOST HAD HER, TOO... And then... THIS. And now he gets hit in the head with a CAR BUMPER!? Crash... only had one response left.
"RAAAAUGHAFARGAFWAGRAWRGUAAAA!!!" And, in his now complete blind rage, Crash bent the bumper into a right angle, and threw it as hard as he could, before stalking off into the swamp, the mud only worsening his mood... Assuming it was possible to get him any angrier.
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Post by AnT on Aug 28, 2007 13:06:53 GMT -5
 And how unfortunate for these new world people to just drop in one of Robotnik's back yard, because they were being obliviously watched by a few of the Spy Orbs that were hovering high above them. And when a organic being has been spotted by these annoying machines, these orbs tattle-tells the nearest SWATbot.  "Units patrolling sector 009-DS, targets sighted in Iron Lock coordinates. All units advance and pursue targets." And so came the doom, flying over the Dark Swamps. |
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Post by Leda on Aug 28, 2007 18:28:47 GMT -5
@segaray@ Upon managing to regain his breath, the spazzy squirrel rubbed his noggin and sat up, glancing around what appeared to be.... a prison cell. A dank, dirty, crumbling prison cell with poor lighting. Actually, there was no lighting, save for what crept in the windows. Ray's fur bristled up as a flashback struck him; he'd been in a similar sort of enclosure before.
"OH CHAOS HELP US, WE'REBACKINTHATGUNPRISONCHAOSCHAOSHELP!!" Without warning the squirrel bolted out of cell and down the corridor, apparently not noticing that the door had been standing freely open or that it was actually rather cool in there. "IDON'TWANTEXPLODINGLAVAINMYPANTS!!!"
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Post by Jamie Lee on Aug 28, 2007 23:12:19 GMT -5
Midnight, however, did notice these details. She stared at where the squirrel had run and groaned as she walked out after him. "I'm not paid enough for this." |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Aug 28, 2007 23:20:05 GMT -5
Crash, meanwhile, was trudging through the mud of the swamp, when suddenly, he seemed to be caught fast, as if the mud had actually grabbed him.
"Rrrr?" The devil wasn't quite calm enough to be coherent, but he WAS in control of himself enough to know something was wrong with this mud...
Unfortunately, this thought was broken as... well... remember the bumper he threw earlier? It wasn't to happy about that, so decided to hit him in the back of the head.
THW-CLANK!
"A-GUH!" Crash, after the blow, simply was leaned foreward for a moment... before straightening up, and SNARLING at the "Bumperrang" which he threw with impressive force skywards... towards an unsuspecting Spy Orb.
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Post by AnT on Aug 28, 2007 23:34:06 GMT -5
[dice=6] SMASHED TO PIECES!! It didn't stand a chance. Since that the one out in the swamps destroyed a spy orb with such hostile rage, the SWATs didn't bother to step out of their Hover Units, nor give him warning. Instead, the two crafts fired their cannons. [dice=6][dice=6][rand=2139701223880461442047357854515677079518228528780213031112544122677] |
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Post by Leda on Sept 9, 2007 1:51:27 GMT -5
@segaray@ AND THUS THE SQUIRREL FLED HIS CAPTORS.
Wait. What captors? This prison is abandoned. But Ray didn't seem to realize that. Instead he bolted off in a flailing panic with lots of loud, incoherent shrieking. While still carting a floral dress around his neck and rather expensive diamond necklaces around his tail. Which would soon be his own undoing.
"NODON'TINJECTMYHEADWITHMINDCONTROLLERSOHCHAOSHELPI'MTOOYOUNGFORLAVAPANTS!!" As Ray babbled on with great volume, one side of the floral dress snagged a protruding bar from one of the cells, apparently having been blasted open at some point in its past. The spastic squirrel let out an unexpected, "ERK!!!" as his feet suddenly flew forward with his head held back by the hanger that had now shifted around to under his chin. With the momentum of the clotheslining, the necklaces sailed off the end of the squirrel's fluffy tail and came to rest not far ahead on the floor.
Ray shrieked and quickly picked himself back up, beginning to vehemently fight with the ever-aggressive floral dress. "THESECURITYSYSTEM'SGOTTENMERUNFORYOURLIFEMIDICRAPIDON'TWANNADIEHERE!!" In the midst of his struggling, Ray somehow managed to get his arms through the arm holes. That might not have seemed like a problem to anyone else (actually, very little of this probably would have been to anyone else), but in his thrashing, the dress's skirt also ended up over the squirrel's head, thus rendering him sightless. "MIDI?! MIDIICAN'TSEEYOU!! OHCHAOSICAN'TEVENSEEMEEEE!!" And because it's always a good thing to do when you're blind, Ray charged on yet again, the dress apparently beginning to swallow him whole.
Unfortunately, running shoes don't seem to get very good traction against jewels, even when they belong to a squirrel that does a LOT of running. They furtheremore don't do so well against rounded off jewels that are likely to roll. These facts all held true as Ray scampered across the necklaces that had just freed themselves from his blonde tail but a moment before. Letting out a sharp screech, the dress-enveloped squirrel slipped and skidded across the bricks, already somewhat slick from the slime and damp, and eventually collided with a wall.
Did I mention the prison was abandoned? The wall apparently had not aged gracefully, and easily gave out from Ray's weight and momentum. Letting out a hard howl, the squirrel disappeared into a dark shaft with no light at the bottom, eventually ending with... well, not exactly a splash, but more of a.... plop. If one were to wonder whether or not he was okay from the fall, confirmation floated up shortly after in the form of, "...OHGODIHAVELAVAUPMYBUUUUUUUUUTT!!!"
Okay maybe that didn't really confirm much, but it at least meant he was alive.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Sept 15, 2007 22:22:52 GMT -5
"Moron," Midi muttered to herself in an almost muted tone. She continued to follow after him, keeping her ears tuned in to the echos of his racket she was beginning to form a mental map of the area via sonar. She brushed her hand against the ancient and crumbling walls as the walked along beside them, a million questions now running through her mind and, irritatingly, she found her thought process too scattered to make sense of them. Where were they? How did they get there? Why were they there? She trailed her index finger on the wall, tracing its cracks and picking off the occasional loose stone. This wasn't the GUN base like Ray had instantly assumed. The air was muggy and stagnant, not blisteringly dry and hot like that base in Hill Top. And while this did appear to be some sort of prison, it was clearly abandoned and had seen better days... Conclusion? She was no closer to answering the first question than she had been two minutes ago. Which made the other two questions pretty damn hard to determine. She huffed quietly to herself. She never got into these sorts of situations before she met that squirrel! At least from the sounds of it he'd finally stopped running... Now to find him... "Ugh, Ray, use your head! There's no lava hereeeEEAAAAAUUUGH!" Midi shrieked, having stepped on the same diamonds that had tripped Ray earlier. She skidded uncontrolably and eventually found herself falling down the same dark tunnel... It wasn't bad though... she had something fluffy and yellow break her fall. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 15, 2007 22:42:44 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6]
Crash didn't even dodge the shots, which passed by on either side of the very angry devil...
Who turned, slowly facing the two hoverpods with an expression that could only be described as the prelude of the wrath of god. Or Chaos, in his case.
With a terrifying (to any organic) roar, the devil subconsciously activated his Extreme Gear, which propelled him above the Muck he'd moments ago been bound in, and dashed towards the two hoverpods, spinning like some kind of demented snarling tornado, with incomprehensible snarling issuing from his enraged form.
He'd had ENOUGH. Whover these jerks were, they'd shot at him. And now they needed to die.
[dice=6] - Pod 1
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Post by AnT on Sept 15, 2007 22:50:39 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6] One of the units suffered a gaping hole on its side, thanks to the beast, and crashed to pieces through some trees. "Hostile levels increasing. Requesting backup!" Out came two more Hover Units from the air. With such a dangerous target in their sights, going easy was out of the question. "Our phasers are at the ready, captain!"
"Make it so, number 1!" (Star Trek laser sounds) [/s] [dice=6] [dice=6] [dice=6][rand=83417078523244071834512606519307472103965532140639269644879674844] |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 15, 2007 22:59:33 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6]
Crash swerved around the first two shots, but the third blasted him up into the air... where he was hit by that CURSED BUMPERRANG.
With a roar, and with nearly supernatural speed and strength, Crash snatched the bumperrang out of the air, and flung it at the hover units... and it seemed to seek them out, as if imbued with Crash's rage!
[dice=6][dice=6] - Pod 1 with Bumperrang
[dice=6][dice=6] - Pod 2 " "
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Post by AnT on Sept 30, 2007 17:20:46 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6] Well...even though some of them avoided the dreaded...erm...bumperrang, it is a boomerang. So in the end, the pods were smashed in half, and blew like a 4th of July party. And how you like that? The crazy taz destroyed all the swamp patrol units. However, the silence won't last for long.  Because two Stealth bots will be there in a short while. And because that Crash destroyed every single patrol unit in the swamp...Robotropolis had to bring out two more Stealth bots. Meanwhile, a lone Spybot hid in the shadows, keeping an eye on the bat and squirrel. It'll be a long while for some robots to get to their location, what with a certain beast out in the swamps that destroyed all the bots that were near the swamps. [rand=711452342183842809555734126175172475372950320853807102214073774227]
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Post by V for Vizetta on Sept 30, 2007 23:15:43 GMT -5
Crash looked over his shoulder, spotting the incoming Stealth bots and, dropping the bumperrang, attempted to pull a nearby tree from the muck around him.
[dice=6] Muck
[dice=6] Crash
And succeeded. With a bellowing roar, Crash then faced the oncoming targets... and threw the tree, width-wise, at them.
Stealthbots 1-4
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Post by AnT on Oct 1, 2007 6:03:05 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] And the mighty tree slammed on three of them, but they barely aimed towards the bottom before they picked themselves up. Crash would find that these weapons aren't as fragile as the Hover Units. These jets are made of some tough armor, making them difficult to take down; which is one of the reasons these things are mostly used for emergencies. Not only that... ...they pack deadly weaponry, like pairs of missiles. Crash better have some rings in his hammerspace pockets. Stealth 1 [dice=6][dice=6] Stealth 2 [dice=6][dice=6][rand=60098197528546664547944030594083722506009197278630960935524878164] |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Oct 3, 2007 23:51:00 GMT -5
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All but one of the shots hit the tasmanian, who was blown into the air as rings flew away from him. On instinct, the devil snagged a few of the airborne objects, before turning his attention to a tilted tree...
Which he skated up, using it as a ramp to leap at one of the Stealth bots.
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Post by AnT on Oct 4, 2007 0:04:36 GMT -5
 [dice=6] That ram attack knocked the jet off its course, and making it spin around the air. Meanwhile, the three Stealth bots swooped in and fired their missiles at the taz. [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6][rand=568470704685282724173820180485553075436400621429610018862707668652] |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Oct 4, 2007 0:08:37 GMT -5
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Crash suddenly found himself engulfed in explosions, the rings he'd grabbed moments ago again scattering, only to be snatched up again as the devil began spinning horizontally, turning himself into a sort of mini-tornado, his incomprehensible snarling getting louder as he rammed into a tree... and ripped it up by the roots, still spinning as he directed his increased wrath at the flying robots.
[dice=6] - bot 1
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[dice=6] - bot 3[rand=560610757572708764353571430583848141079318715227222194034349737]
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Post by AnT on Oct 4, 2007 0:17:31 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] The flying weapons all were blasted away from the mighty tornado, but two of them quickly kept themselves together in the air. The third wasn't so lucky as it tumbled through some trees and exploded. The forth Stealth bot was back in the game as it flew to rejoin the others. But as it also observed the 'Mobian's' attack before it hit, its sensors noticed familiar shapes scattered from him. Ring-shaped objects, like the ones priority one hedgehog uses, only smaller, and its energies were different from the power rings. The Stealth bot transmitted these readings to HQ. Robotnik may find this interesting. Back to the matter at hand. This beast was too strong, and according to the readings of those rings, they seem to give the taz some defense strength. This will call for some Mega Muck Units to contain this beast. Until they get here, they'll have to try to take down this thing. All three Stealth bots fires missiles, again. [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6][rand=8560835273802836730351843242417801798792251288614077649547258808] |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Oct 4, 2007 0:22:00 GMT -5
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Three of the missiles struck the tasmanian again, who this time, as luck would have it, managed to land on one of them as he was knocked back, immediately collecting it.
Now... Crash was getting REALLY pissed off. These flying things were going away... far, FAR, away.
With a terrifying (to an organic) bellow, the tasmanian wound up the tree trunk he was still holding, and used it like a baseball bat, attempting to make a home run swing against all three of his attackers.
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Post by AnT on Oct 4, 2007 0:28:14 GMT -5
[dice=6][dice=6][dice=6] Detecting hostile readings approaching, the Stealth bots DID A BARREL ROLL curved away from the beast. One however suffered a fierce blow from the tree, and it crashed right into the swamps. This was not good; this Mobian's power is on par to most of the priority one targets. Well, the Mega Muck Units, followed by two more Stealth bot are almost to their location. Until then, try try again. [dice=6][dice=6] [dice=6][dice=6] [rand=29687374577470272586655269056627037045592912687055201908536536981] |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Oct 4, 2007 0:35:25 GMT -5
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Crash was struck by the first missile, which knocked him out of the way of the second, which struck the tree trunk he held, his last ring having protected him to it's last bit of energy, as he went sailing off into the trees from the force of the blast, out of view.[rand=285083408401164423238064509026357807193952613818214722784778319997]
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Post by AnT on Oct 4, 2007 0:44:40 GMT -5
About freakin time! It seems the target has finally fell to conscious or has nearly depleted its energy. Sadly, the detected the rings it lost vanished with no trace. So much for getting some samples to their master. Finally, the Stealth bot reinforcements, @muckhover@ ...followed by the Mega Muck units arrived. "Target fallen in Dark Swamp sector below our squad."  A SWATbot that piloted a Mega Muck Unit nodded. "All units comb the area. All nearby Surveillance Orbs scout within the canopy under our coordinates." Following their orders, a few Spyeyes flew in the dark swmpy woods, searching behind every tree for the taz. |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Oct 11, 2007 0:24:43 GMT -5
This search would have been more effective if, instead of looking BEHIND the trees, they had looked up, where the very stunned, but now much calmer devil was suspended by several vines.
Crash was annoyed... but not berserk. This was a good start.
And hopefully, those robots would have no idea where he'd ended up, giving them a little mystery to compute.
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Post by Leda on Oct 13, 2007 0:21:00 GMT -5
MEANWHILE, IN THE BOWELS* OF THE PRISON...
@segaray@ Ray flailed beneath Midi, squawking awkwardly as he found himself sandwiched between a bat butt and some rather unpleasant-smelling mud. Or at least he hoped it was mud. For the sake of his sanity, please Chaos let it be mud.
"MIDIMIDIICAN'TBREATHEGETUPWE'RESINKINGTHERE'SNOFLOOOOOR!!!"
*I SWEAR I DID -NOT- PLAN THAT PUN.
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Post by Jamie Lee on Oct 31, 2007 10:50:01 GMT -5
 "Ray... SHUT UP!" Midnight huffed, jabbing her elbow into his side. Her eyes flashed onto the grimy floor and she made a disgusted face. Oh, this wasn't going to be pleasant. Carefully pressing her feet down into the floor, she leveraged herself off her squirrel companion with the aid of her wings. Her feet immediately sank into the soft mud as soon as her weight pressed down on them. She turned and offered a hand to try helping him back up. "Are you okay?" she asked. |
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Post by DB on Nov 4, 2007 0:45:54 GMT -5
 Unfortunately for Crash, and, well, Dash, a portal had suddenly opened up over the devil, and the rather hapless cyborg tenrec had been plopped directly on top of the tazzy devil. "WHATTHEHECK" |
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Post by V for Vizetta on Nov 4, 2007 0:49:39 GMT -5
Crash, needless to say, was rather surprised by suddenly having what looked like a cyborg hedgehog land on him and was about to let out a comment, when...
Snap.
Crash blinked, and realized that the vines that'd been holding him up couldn't support him AND the cyborg, so... they both were dumped into the muck below the devil.
"GAH!"
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Post by Leda on Nov 4, 2007 1:41:32 GMT -5
@segaray@ ...Did she actually have the gall to ask him if he was okay? After she'd not only landed on him from a considerable height, but had just intentionally elbowed him in the ribs?
...Why, yes, yes she had.
And Ray wasn't even remotely going to call her on it. Instead he just latched hold of her extended hand and pulled her back down into the "mud" himself to his feet. The squirrel's nose twitched; it SERIOUSLY reeked in this new room. "S-so *hic* how *hic hic* will w-we *hid* get out of h--*hic*--here?"
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