Well, I wasn't going to get involved. But then Rob conscripted A.C. Given that it seems as though this is the first official one...
There were times Greenpeace wished A.C. wasn't such a stick-in-the-mud, but now things were calmed down that meant a lot of work fitting new cybernetics. Still, the rest of them could let off steam.
She lined up her Nerf-magnetic Accelerator Rifle on her target from where she was floating near the roof of one of the open areas, and plugged her right between the eyes. Goddess did she love these goggles as the mixed bag of Warsies and Colonials wondered where the hell the shot had come from. Especially when the Tachikoma stationed to the side fired a webbing grenade into their group.
She 'murmured' via the wireless neural interface A.C. had installed as a Christmas present.
Eddie's voice came through.
The Tachikoma snickered over the link as the two of them re-engaged their camo. The thought of The Jason being subjected to Marshmallow Hell tickled their funny bones.
***
A platoon of Stormtroopers marching in parade formation can be impressive. Said platoon engaged in synchronised fleeing is eye-boggling. It didn't help as ahead of them what looked like a Hunter/Killer drone from the T3 movie sideslipped on its tilting jets and opened fire with its nose mounted web-pellet gun.
Their temporary allies from the Starfleet Marines came up behind it and fired some beanbags at it. It dodged and returned fire with its tail-mounted web-pellet gun. The assembled soldiers glared as the drone BOWED to them before flying off, and it took a minute for one of the Stormtroopers to realise what had been painted on the nose.
"Was that a gold cricket bail? With DEVIL HORNS?"
***
"Come out Inspector! We have you surrounded!"
"Don't mind me, the Sailor Senshi with the actual NAME." Muttered Sailor Atalante, causing Utena to shoot her a 'NOT helping' look.
"Mary, hush." The pink-haired inspector hissed, gripping her boffa sword tighter.
"Well EXCUS-" POOF! THUD! "EH!?!" Atalante looked up, to see the twelve strong squad of Browncoats literally snoring on the floor. "What for Jupiter's Sake?"
"That, Lass," A Scottish brogue said to the side as a man appeared, "Would be me."
"Adonis." Utena said happily, before noticing the fact that the camouflage suit Adonis was wearing showed off his body VERY well and blushed. Atalante had her jaw hanging open and was drooling.
"Now what would your wife think?" Adonis chuckled, before throwing Atalante over his shoulder. "Come on Lass, Lebia's opened a corridor back to your group. I'll get you to the lifts, then you're on your own. You ken?"
Utena nodded sharply, then the two of them quick-timed it out of there.
***
Lebia was getting a bit bored, so she figured she'd end the stalemate in a fun fashion.
The Spartans looked over their barricade, to see the Landmate and its two Tachikoma companions quickly stack ten washing machines 4-4-2 style, toss something into each of them, turn them on to full spin and push them rapidly towards them.
The misgivings were realised as each of the doors EXPLODED open with a geyser of brightly coloured foam, covering everything.
Then the Disco started, and they couldn't stop dancing.
***
A.C. had intended to stay out of the whole thing, and in fact had returned the invitation as 'Not taking part' (although that didn't stop the blue-haired frenzy of new tricks she'd put together as she sponsored the rest of the Forge crew). In fact she was currently running a series of lectures on the installation of the latest generation of cybernetics to the Phobos medical department. She was even wearing the Red Cross armband designating her as medical personnel (and thus off limits, as was the medical department).
Thus when a mixed bag of Senshi, Supers, and Starfleet invaded, she wasn't the only one extremely annoyed.
"HA! Your little trick with not being publicly involved was pretty clever, but WE have seen through it!" The lead Senshi exclaimed.
"Alcohol poisoning?" One doctor asked.
"They have all the signs." Another agreed.
"We have the room at the moment to treat them." The chief orderly piped up.
"They ARE armed though." The first doctor pointed out.
"It's only Nerf." The second shrugged.
The invasion force started to get nervous, before a cloud of bandages engulfed them.
"Right." The chief orderly clapped her hands together after a brief gape at the now mummified group. "Ward 3 everybody."
"Fen." A.C. snorted, as she turned away from the supply trolley.
There were times Greenpeace wished A.C. wasn't such a stick-in-the-mud, but now things were calmed down that meant a lot of work fitting new cybernetics. Still, the rest of them could let off steam.
She lined up her Nerf-magnetic Accelerator Rifle on her target from where she was floating near the roof of one of the open areas, and plugged her right between the eyes. Goddess did she love these goggles as the mixed bag of Warsies and Colonials wondered where the hell the shot had come from. Especially when the Tachikoma stationed to the side fired a webbing grenade into their group.
She 'murmured' via the wireless neural interface A.C. had installed as a Christmas present.
Eddie's voice came through.
The Tachikoma snickered over the link as the two of them re-engaged their camo. The thought of The Jason being subjected to Marshmallow Hell tickled their funny bones.
***
A platoon of Stormtroopers marching in parade formation can be impressive. Said platoon engaged in synchronised fleeing is eye-boggling. It didn't help as ahead of them what looked like a Hunter/Killer drone from the T3 movie sideslipped on its tilting jets and opened fire with its nose mounted web-pellet gun.
Their temporary allies from the Starfleet Marines came up behind it and fired some beanbags at it. It dodged and returned fire with its tail-mounted web-pellet gun. The assembled soldiers glared as the drone BOWED to them before flying off, and it took a minute for one of the Stormtroopers to realise what had been painted on the nose.
"Was that a gold cricket bail? With DEVIL HORNS?"
***
"Come out Inspector! We have you surrounded!"
"Don't mind me, the Sailor Senshi with the actual NAME." Muttered Sailor Atalante, causing Utena to shoot her a 'NOT helping' look.
"Mary, hush." The pink-haired inspector hissed, gripping her boffa sword tighter.
"Well EXCUS-" POOF! THUD! "EH!?!" Atalante looked up, to see the twelve strong squad of Browncoats literally snoring on the floor. "What for Jupiter's Sake?"
"That, Lass," A Scottish brogue said to the side as a man appeared, "Would be me."
"Adonis." Utena said happily, before noticing the fact that the camouflage suit Adonis was wearing showed off his body VERY well and blushed. Atalante had her jaw hanging open and was drooling.
"Now what would your wife think?" Adonis chuckled, before throwing Atalante over his shoulder. "Come on Lass, Lebia's opened a corridor back to your group. I'll get you to the lifts, then you're on your own. You ken?"
Utena nodded sharply, then the two of them quick-timed it out of there.
***
Lebia was getting a bit bored, so she figured she'd end the stalemate in a fun fashion.
The Spartans looked over their barricade, to see the Landmate and its two Tachikoma companions quickly stack ten washing machines 4-4-2 style, toss something into each of them, turn them on to full spin and push them rapidly towards them.
The misgivings were realised as each of the doors EXPLODED open with a geyser of brightly coloured foam, covering everything.
Then the Disco started, and they couldn't stop dancing.
***
A.C. had intended to stay out of the whole thing, and in fact had returned the invitation as 'Not taking part' (although that didn't stop the blue-haired frenzy of new tricks she'd put together as she sponsored the rest of the Forge crew). In fact she was currently running a series of lectures on the installation of the latest generation of cybernetics to the Phobos medical department. She was even wearing the Red Cross armband designating her as medical personnel (and thus off limits, as was the medical department).
Thus when a mixed bag of Senshi, Supers, and Starfleet invaded, she wasn't the only one extremely annoyed.
"HA! Your little trick with not being publicly involved was pretty clever, but WE have seen through it!" The lead Senshi exclaimed.
"Alcohol poisoning?" One doctor asked.
"They have all the signs." Another agreed.
"We have the room at the moment to treat them." The chief orderly piped up.
"They ARE armed though." The first doctor pointed out.
"It's only Nerf." The second shrugged.
The invasion force started to get nervous, before a cloud of bandages engulfed them.
"Right." The chief orderly clapped her hands together after a brief gape at the now mummified group. "Ward 3 everybody."
"Fen." A.C. snorted, as she turned away from the supply trolley.