"Ah-<i>ha</i>!" -- Starbase Rugby: Residential Sector

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Date Posted: 18:57:14 04/09/03 Wed
Author: Jerry Faust
Subject: "Ah-<i>ha</i>!"
In reply to: Jerry Faust 's message, "Ding-Dong" on 20:06:55 01/24/03 Fri

Jerry squealed with glee as he completed his tweakings on the second protoform. "Finished! Better start charging you too...." He said, plugging a cord into its open chest. The first job was already done, just waiting for activation and a restraining bolt. Jerry moved away from the bizarre contraption he'd poured his sweat and blood into, rummaging in a cabinet for his restraining bolt collection�he couldn't let his new aquisitions run amok, could he?

"Gah, where are my lasercore-adapted bolts?! God, don't tell me I'm going to have to use the black market again! That last dealer's place was like an inferno! Terrorize me with shady prices and absurd air conditioning, will you?" He complained to no one. Jerry had just unwittingly sealed his fate.

::Activation code? "Inferno Terrorize"::
::Loading databanks...::
::Locating artillery...::
::Scanning superstructure...::
::Predacon unit Inferno now online::

The first robot's optics flickered to life. He groggily stood up from his little corner in Faust's shop. Inferno scanned the room, unsure of his surroundings. The last thing he could remember was a beam of light streaking toward him....

"Royalty?"

No reply. A crash came from another room. Inferno drew his weapon and crept ever so slowly to the open door. A frustrated Jerry Faust stormed to the frame.

"I don't know how you got in here, but�" Jerry stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the flamethrower pointed in his face by his hobby gone wrong. He stammered out a few meaningless words, none affecting the stone face of Inferno.

"Burn, peasant, burn!" The reactivated Predacon snarled. Faust shrieked as the flames hit his face, quickly suffocating in his immolation. The burning carcass hit the floor in seconds. Inferno stepped over his kill and lumbered over to the other protoform. He unplugged the cord and slammed the front torso plate back on. "Fellow servant of the Royalty! We are separated from the colony!"

No answer. Inferno quirked his brow. In a rage, he slapped the smaller mech' upside the head. Still nothing. He furiously continued, until a snakebite stopped him. Inferno pried the teeth from his arm, grinning slightly.

"What tha HAILL whuzzat fer?!" Quickstrike hissed, pulling back his reptilian arm. "Whar tha HAILL are we?! Who tha HAILL's that?! Wh�"

"Quiet! We are separated from the colony, and this creature seemed to have us captive! I, however, have rectified that situation. Our jailer has been disposed of, and now we must deduce where we are."

Quickstrike began to mumble and search the makeshift lab, while Inferno tapped his comm-link. "Royalty? Come in, my queen! My queen? My QUEEEEEEEEEEN!!!" Inferno gave a growl at the static. Quickstrike gave a chuckle at the classic confusion.

"Looks like tha queen ain't there, chump! Any new brilliant ideas?" He sneered. Inferno ignored the comment and began to explore Jerry's apartment. He found a door and tapped the bright "OPEN" button. The main residential sector came into view. Inferno poked his head out slightly and peered around. No one was in sight.

"We make our escape!" Inferno dove out the door, clutching his gun tightly in case anyone dared stop him. Quickstrike walked out, shaking his head.

"Jackass. Well, we're out and this place sure ain't no prison. Why don't you take a little leadership break, and let me do the thinnin' 'round here?"

"Recall I outrank you, soldier! I will decide what is done." Inferno replied, getting off the ground. He eyed a neon sign with a map underneath. "'Starbase Rugby?' Rugby...Rugby...where have I heard that before?"

"Isn't that where old Crablegs wuz from?"

Inferno's optics went wide as everything became "clear." "Starbase Rugby! The Maximal installation! We've been abducted by Maximals!" He yelled, searching the map for their location. The residential sector...the nearest locales were a meeting hall, the medlabs, and a McDonald's. There was no direct path to the docking bay, the only logical way out. Right next to them, however, was a tube to the bar.

"I could go fer a drink...."

"It'd be crawling with Maximals. But it is the most direst route aside from 'McDonald's,' which I do not trust in the slightest. We must brave it, my friend, and if need be, take as many Maximals down with us! Onward! For the Royalty!"

Inferno stormed off in a mad rush. Quickstrike shrugged and took off after him, ready for a http://www.voy.com/33378/">drink and a fight.

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