{Nexus:}The Factory

[Hattish Thing]

The Factory

Here, deep inside Westside, a large factory was built. It was supposedly closed down several years ago. The Factory is very old, and was a weapons factory owned by some business man some time ago. After two years, the man went out of business and the factory was closed. The extensive factory used to build these weapons to sell to whoever could pay the exorbitant prices for the advanced weapons. Now, twenty years later...Enshadu and his force have taken residence in the old factory.

Inside:


Assembly Room:Inside the large structure, the machines that used to build all sorts of nasty guns, blades, and other high-tech weapons have been re-activated. Now the machines are producing hundreds of weapons again, for some nefarious purpose. There is the huge main room, which composes of several assembly lines, manned by machines all busy working and making various weapons.


Overseers Perch:About forty feet up, there's a large room with a glass window overlooking the assembly room, here is where Enshadu watches progress. There's a small table in this room that shows a holographic 3D diagram of the entire factory. Enshadu watches over this hologram a large amount of time, plotting, and watching over the outsides of his factory.

Laboratory: Here is where Enshadu or his team of four scientists, (Held against their will), work on whatever Enshadu tells them. This is where Enshadu is repaired or upgraded. There's a room devoted to all kinds of weapons, including some revised nanobot technology. There's a room devoted to the virus Enshadu has been creating. This room is under constant airtight quarantine, and only scientists wearing the special suits are able to survive or work in there. There is another room devoted to a large, half-finished machine. This room is constantly locked, and only Enshadu has been inside.

The Surgical Wing: By far the most horrific part of the factory, this was the medical wing when the factory was running, workers occasionally were injured, so this wing was built. The various rooms around the wing are each devoted to a separate study...Now, Enshadu has set up his experiments in this hall. There are a few rooms for dissection, some for cyborg-transformation, and a very few devoted to "Special Experimentation". The whole wing smells of old dried blood, saline, and chemicals.

Staff Room: Here, many robotic men are standing against the walls of this chrome room. They stand on top of boards which connect to their feet and recharge the machines. They are are all robots clothed in white and navy Riot Gear. Most have weapons in their arms, but some do not. There are about thirty soldiers currently, ten Riot Troopers, ten Heavyarms, and ten Combat Robots. They all are connected with Enshadu, and he has the ability to communicate through them. They are armed with Heavyarm E14s or regular E14s.

Computer Room: In this dim room, here is a massive computer against the wall, along with a massive keyboard. This computer can control the robots in The Factory, The Assembly Room, all operations, and Enshadu uses it to edit his programming as he sees fit.



Outside:
From the outside, the factory just seems like a normal, abandoned factory. The doors are locked, and chained. Circling the perimeter of the factory, is an old electric fence, to prevent citizens from approaching the factory. Once someone gets past that, the doors are locked, and Enshadu destroyed the key. However, to the left of the main door, there is a secret door, opened by the uttering of Enshadu's password. Only his close servants know the code. The smoke stacks are closed, and windows are shut and barred. The factory appears absolutely abandoned.

[Aric Kale]

Zane approaches the main door and takes a few steps left, he leans in close and whispers, "Plague". The door opens and he steps inside, shutting the door behind him. Zane then visits the overseers perch. Home sweet home.

[Hattish Thing]

Through the Assembly Room--> Up to the Overseers Perch


As Zane passes through the assembly room, the smell of melting metal, the clang of metal being shaped, and the whir of machines fill his senses. Hundreds of machines on four conveyer belts whir, shape, build, and pile up chrome pistols, rifles, and the occasional blade. Machines producing four weapons in half an hour, there's a large pile of weapons at the end of each conveyer belt, and automatons go through the pile separating the weapons and boxing them.


Zane will eventually reach Enshadu, up in the overseers perch. He is staring at the production. Greetings, Zane. I have something for you.

[Aric Kale]

Through the Assembly Room--> Up to the Overseers Perch


As Zane passes through the assembly room, the smell of melting metal, the clang of metal being shaped, and the whir of machines fill his senses. Hundreds of machines on four conveyer belts whir, shape, build, and pile up chrome pistols, rifles, and the occasional blade. Machines producing four weapons in half an hour, there's a large pile of weapons at the end of each conveyer belt, and automatons go through the pile separating the weapons and boxing them.


Zane will eventually reach Enshadu, up in the overseers perch. He is staring at the production. Greetings, Zane. I have something for you.

Zane's face remains emotionless as he replies, "How did you know it's my birthday?"

[Hattish Thing]

Overseers Perch


Enshadu just moves over to a cabinet on the left wall. He pushes a small button inside it, hidden. A part of the wall flips, exposing a wall of weapons. These are obviously special weapons, seeing as they all have strange, almost see-through blades. Enshadu grabs one of the wall and the weapons rack flips back. He moves to Zane and clicks a button on the handle. Two blades shoot out the tips, both blades made of fierce black fire. You know what this is?

[Aric Kale]

Overseers Perch


Enshadu just moves over to a cabinet on the left wall. He pushes a small button inside it, hidden. A part of the wall flips, exposing a wall of weapons. These are obviously special weapons, seeing as they all have strange, almost see-through blades. Enshadu grabs one of the wall and the weapons rack flips back. He moves to Zane and clicks a button on the handle. Two blades shoot out the tips, both blades made of fierce black fire. You know what this is?

Zane is impressed by the display, but he has to hide his shock when he sees-"that's...my element..."

[Hattish Thing]

Overseer's Perch


Enshadu nods slowly. Yes....I made a better version, upgraded some things, added some things...This is one of the most interesting elements to work with. It feeds on fear...I added a bit to my own weapons arsenal...hope you don't mind. Anyway, take it. Put that old thing away. Enshadu hands Zane the double-bladed fire weapon.

[Aric Kale]

Zane takes the new weapon, still in awe.
"Thank you Lord Enshadu, this is a most precious gift. It shall be named Iconoclast, The Image Breaker."
Zane will keep Thorinsgaet as a precaution, you can never have to many swords.

[Hattish Thing]

Overseer's Perch

Esnahdu just nods and moves his head to look down at the factory. She must die. Zane. Thalia, the one who betrayed me. She needs to be ended....with utmost urgency....I gave you that weapon to find, and destroy her. Understand?

[Aric Kale]

Overseer's Perch

Esnahdu just nods and moves his head to look down at the factory. She must die. Zane. Thalia, the one who betrayed me. She needs to be ended....with utmost urgency....I gave you that weapon to find, and destroy her. Understand?

Zane's face and voice match with a cold determination. "where can I find her?"

[Hattish Thing]

Overseer's Perch

She was last seen around Tobias Vulpan...find him, you'll find her. Understand?

[Aric Kale]

Overseer's Perch

She was last seen around Tobias Vulpan...find him, you'll find her. Understand?

"I'll have to visit HALO, eh? Should be fun"

[Hattish Thing]

Overseer's Perch

Possibly...but Tobias does leave HALO. The base is well fortified. It's best you find him outside.

[Aric Kale]

Overseer's Perch

Possibly...but Tobias does leave HALO. The base is well fortified. It's best you find him outside.

"True, outside, or Outside?"

[Hattish Thing]

Overseers Perch

He nods again, and moves closer to the glass pane. Both....she's in Morphy Park, playing chess with Tobias Vulpan. Shoot her with this. He hands Zane a long chrome rifle, an E14 Prototype. He then points out to the factory. Look Zane....thousands of weapons soon....mass produced weapons of great power. With enough men...we could take over all of the Nexus. All of the filthy, corrupt organizations. Kill their leaders...and all loyal...But, I have only few men. Perhaps I need to make a deal with Elexxion again...clones. A clone army. Armed with the greatest weapon in the Nexus.

[Aric Kale]

Overseers Perch

He nods again, and moves closer to the glass pane. Both....she's in Morphy Park, playing chess with Tobias Vulpan. Shoot her with this. He hands Zane a long chrome rifle, an E14 Prototype. He then points out to the factory. Look Zane....thousands of weapons soon....mass produced weapons of great power. With enough men...we could take over all of the Nexus. All of the filthy, corrupt organizations. Kill their leaders...and all loyal...But, I have only few men. Perhaps I need to make a deal with Elexxion again...clones. A clone army. Armed with the greatest weapon in the Nexus.

Zane takes the weapon.
"Indeed, clones would be most profitable."

[Hattish Thing]

Operation Room

Enshadu teleports here, very much worse for wear. The only flesh parts on him have been shot, melted, burnt, and completely destroyed by Reinhloldt. The rest of him is fine. The now completely robotic machine quickly moves over to the wall of metals, and moves to the large elementium forge, the rarest and strongest metal in the world. He then starts forging ,molding, creating, and rebuilding himself. He lies on the operation table, and several pairs of mechanical arms descend from above and start working. Making the machine a new face, and new...less fragile internal organs. As the whirs of machinery, the clang of metal, and the hiss of machines working are heard, Enshadu begins to work out his new plan for Nexus domination. There is no need for revenge now. Now it is time for conquering. Piece by piece...And what better way to do that then build several of you?

And so, after the hour of constructing and rebuilding Enshadu, the machine grabs a hood to place over his head, and puts on a new mask. He moves over to the weapons assembly room, and begins to oder the shipment to Excelsior.

[Aric Kale]

Operation Room

Enshadu teleports here, very much worse for wear. The only flesh parts on him have been shot, melted, burnt, and completely destroyed by Reinhloldt. The rest of him is fine. The now completely robotic machine quickly moves over to the wall of metals, and moves to the large elementium forge, the rarest and strongest metal in the world. He then starts forging ,molding, creating, and rebuilding himself. He lies on the operation table, and several pairs of mechanical arms descend from above and start working. Making the machine a new face, and new...less fragile internal organs. As the whirs of machinery, the clang of metal, and the hiss of machines working are heard, Enshadu begins to work out his new plan for Nexus domination. There is no need for revenge now. Now it is time for conquering. Piece by piece...And what better way to do that then build several of you?

And so, after the hour of constructing and rebuilding Enshadu, the machine grabs a hood to place over his head, and puts on a new mask. He moves over to the weapons assembly room, and begins to oder the shipment to Excelsior.

Zane watches, a hint of shame in his voice as voice as he speaks. "I failed you, Master...I could not even delay Reinholdt. And now your plans have been greatly delayed...

[Hattish Thing]

Zane watches, a hint of shame in his voice as voice as he speaks. "I failed you, Master...I could not even delay Reinholdt. And now your plans have been greatly delayed...

Enshadu just nods at Zane, his face hidden by the hood and trenchcoat draping over him. It is fine. Reinholdt is powerful. Even I could not defeat him. We have enough elementium to finish the E14 shipment, and start on the sabers. Then we need to search for more comets, understand? If someone finds oone of these comets it makes me far less powerful...

[Aric Kale]

Enshadu just nods at Zane, his face hidden by the hood and trenchcoat draping over him. It is fine. Reinholdt is powerful. Even I could not defeat him. We have enough elementium to finish the E14 shipment, and start on the sabers. Then we need to search for more comets, understand? If someone finds oone of these comets it makes me far less powerful...

Zane nods, grateful for Enshadu's understanding response. Thank ye, sir. Shall I seek out more comets, or shall I continue to run the factory?

[Hattish Thing]

Overseers Perch

Enshadu nods his metal head and whirs his tongue, replying. Yes, you shall. With me. We are to find the rest of the Elementium Comets scattered about outside, if we discover them all...we can become the greatest power in the Nexus. Ruling the Nexus, with you in charge of the Organizations, I ruling over all. Can't you just see it?

[Aric Kale]

Overseers Perch

Enshadu nods his metal head and whirs his tongue, replying. Yes, you shall. With me. We are to find the rest of the Elementium Comets scattered about outside, if we discover them all...we can become the greatest power in the Nexus. Ruling the Nexus, with you in charge of the Organizations, I ruling over all. Can't you just see it?

Zane is not nearly as ambition as his Master, but the second in command of the Nexus definitely had its perks...Sounds interesting. As you know, such things mean little to me. I exist merely to serve you, to see the chaos that is the Nexus brought down and contained. I shall refill the flame reservoirs, then we can be on our way.

[Hattish Thing]

Outside-Rocket Man/Kitty

Reinholdt appears! :smallconfused:

Well, The E-Chip controlled Reinholdt. The E-Chip's Enshadu Prime body is currently lying broken and cracked on the streets of Inside. It'll have Reinholdt arrive at the door before desperately having Reinholdt speak out the words, Vidistine Fortunam! The door will open, and it attempts to take Reinholdt's body immediately to the surgical room. It's only about a minute walk, and then the Enshadu II Casing will be available, and the E-Chip can transfer again. Ah, it almost forgot! It will try to have Reinholdt's sleeping hand take the God-Gem out of his pocket and throw it to a dark corner. Enshadu will find that later. Do they make it into the Surgical Room?

[Reinholdt]

Rocket Kitty

The God gem isn't in Reinholdt's pocket. Or at least, not that one. Reinholdt has a lot of pockets though, several of which aren't even evident. But then, I did mention Reinholdt put it someplace safe. Pockets are debatable on that front.

It'd be really nice to make it all the way to the surgical room, wouldn't it? I mean, you made it allllll the way from Inside to Riverside without a single incident. I'm sure it'd just be a littl-
*flicker*

Nope, just a little too easy. :smalltongue:
E-chip Reinholdt's probably going to find itself right in the middle of HALO now. Least it had the good sense not to teleport into a wall.

Hmm... maybe E-Rein can talk his way out without arising suspicion.

[Hattish Thing]

Rocket Kitty

:eek:

Well, off to HALO!

[Aric Kale]

*pop*

A resurrected Zane will appear outside of the Factory. He will speak the password, enter the building, find his room and go to bed.
yes, the door is closed...

[Aric Kale]

Zane awakens. He stretches and gets out of bed. Afterwards he walks about the Factory, making sure quotas are being met and the Fearblaze reservoirs are filled. Confident that everything is in order, Zane decides to train. He enters a side room and begins...

[Hattish Thing]

Enshadu enters here, awaiting the soon visit of Calublufiok, his ace in the pocket, it would seem. Of course, this Enshadu is just a holographic copy. Nevertheless it can touch matter and affect it using magic. Just....not anything too heavy. He moves about the factory before moving into a large room. Here, the first prototype anti-Magtok tank has been created. It looks quite a bit like the bat-mobile in those new batman movies, but it's entire front is a drill, and it's only big enough to fit one person, however....to make up for the small size, the tank is covered in an elementium shell. There's a small opening in the elementium shell, where a large gun barely pokes out. It's a much larger version of the E-14. Zane, where are you?

[Aric Kale]

A speaker has been set up in Zane's training room, hearing Enshadu's call, Zane exits the room. There is no physical evidence that he has been training...just what was he doing in there?
No matter, he locates E and gives a slight bow. Yes, Master?

[Hattish Thing]

A speaker has been set up in Zane's training room, hearing Enshadu's call, Zane exits the room. There is no physical evidence that he has been training...just what was he doing in there?
No matter, he locates E and gives a slight bow. Yes, Master?

Enshadu just stares at Zane. He really didn't want to know what Zane was doing in his room, alone. He just nods curtly and grimaces. I want you to work on something. I need you to make a new batch of Fearblaze. I need you to melt the rest of the reserves. Not my extra suits, but all the rest. I'm finishing off the current elelmentium today. To get ready for the forging of the new weapons and tanks for Day. And to prepare my alternate project. Understand? Now...we have visitors.

Main Hall of the Factory.

The main hall is dark and seems completely abandoned. It's just a tiny bare room. There's no doors. A lightbulb flickers. Hologram Enshadu appears here holding a jar of blindfolded red sand. Hopefully, C'nor's shadow character, the Demon Lord, and the little girl appear here too.

Hologram Enshadu speaks up. This is the way into The Factory. A cleverly placed secret door is available only to me, for I am the only one who can get in. He proceeds to stuff the jar in his robes for a minute. Sorry Calublufiok, one minute. Need my hands.

He then proceeds to move over to the bare wall, and move his hands extremely fast. All four limbs spinning, pressing different parts of the wall with outstanding speed. Only a four-armed creature with uncanny speed and strength could do what I have just done. It's perfect security. And the door's pretty much unbreakable....Mostly.

The wall begins to slide into the ground, revealing a massive factory. There's four large assembly lines where hundred of robots attached to the floor work on chrome weapons with great skill. The temperature is pretty hot in here. The real Enshadu can be seen talking to Zane on the Overseer's Perch which looks over the factory. Hologram Enshadu sets Calublufiok on the ground for a minute, before disappearing into air. Zane, turn to see our new allies, the future of The Nexus. My future! He wears a purple coat, much like this, with black gloves, black pants, and a matching purple and gold vest. https://www.duokings.com/admin/upload/product/20120318/13320767980BIG.jpg

He taps the window that allows him to look over The Factory, and it disappears. Now the group will be able to hear them. Vidistine Fortunam! He grins and adjusts his drab robes. I am Enshadu. And you all are again? He'll then attempt to cause Cal's jar to float up to him using his powerful ability to rewrite certain things in time, (His ability functions somewhat like the force).

[Aric Kale]

Enshadu just stares at Zane. He really didn't want to know what Zane was doing in his room, alone. He just nods curtly and grimaces. I want you to work on something. I need you to make a new batch of Fearblaze. I need you to melt the rest of the reserves. Not my extra suits, but all the rest. I'm finishing off the current elelmentium today. To get ready for the forging of the new weapons and tanks for Day. And to prepare my alternate project. Understand? Now...we have visitors.

Main Hall of the Factory.

The main hall is dark and seems completely abandoned. It's just a tiny bare room. There's no doors. A lightbulb flickers. Hologram Enshadu appears here holding a jar of blindfolded red sand. Hopefully, C'nor's shadow character, the Demon Lord, and the little girl appear here too.

Hologram Enshadu speaks up. This is the way into The Factory. A cleverly placed secret door is available only to me, for I am the only one who can get in. He proceeds to stuff the jar in his robes for a minute. Sorry Calublufiok, one minute. Need my hands.

He then proceeds to move over to the bare wall, and move his hands extremely fast. All four limbs spinning, pressing different parts of the wall with outstanding speed. Only a four-armed creature with uncanny speed and strength could do what I have just done. It's perfect security. And the door's pretty much unbreakable....Mostly.

The wall begins to slide into the ground, revealing a massive factory. There's four large assembly lines where hundred of robots attached to the floor work on chrome weapons with great skill. The temperature is pretty hot in here. The real Enshadu can be seen talking to Zane on the Overseer's Perch which looks over the factory. Hologram Enshadu sets Calublufiok on the ground for a minute, before disappearing into air. Zane, turn to see our new allies, the future of The Nexus. My future!

He taps the window that allows him to look over The Factory, and it disappears. Now the group will be able to hear them. Vidistine Fortunam! He grins and adjusts his drab robes. I am Enshadu. And you all are again? He'll then attempt to cause Cal's jar to float up to him using his powerful ability to rewrite certain things in time, (His ability functions somewhat like the force).

Zane nods before turning to the newcomers. Should I introduce myself to the "dream team" over there, or can I just get to work? Yes, that was rude at best. No, he does not care...mainly because every new ally of E's exist simply to serve a purpose and die. Zane was lucky that he was valuable to the extreme.

[Reinholdt]

"Pop the cork you moron. I want to pop out like a gen-oh forget it."

Regardless of any floating that might occur, the glass shatters outwards, violently as the dust swirls in the air.
"I am the cookie that lures men to the dark side..."
"I am the guy who talks loudly on the cell phone in the movie theaters..."
"I am the executive who decided to cancel Firefly..."
"I am CALUBLUFIOK!"

The sand compresses together.
http://i455.photobucket.com/albums/qq276/Reinholdt9000/Avatars/CalA1.png http://i455.photobucket.com/albums/qq276/Reinholdt9000/Avatars/CalA2.png

"And you suffer from a short memory span. Just saying."

[Dark Elf Bard]

Main Hall

The demon king looks at CALUBLUFIOK!, almost suspisciously. He's never heard of this CALUBLUFIOK! before.

I am Char-kuruk, lord of Nefalavernus, two-hundredth and forty-sixth layer of Hell. This is my daughter-

I'm Cecilia! The little half-devil perks up!

Char-kuruk gives Enshadu a tired smile. Yes, this is my daughter Cecilia.

[Hattish Thing]

Zane nods before turning to the newcomers. Should I introduce myself to the "dream team" over there, or can I just get to work? Yes, that was rude at best. No, he does not care...mainly because every new ally of E's exist simply to serve a purpose and die. Zane was lucky that he was valuable to the extreme.

Enshadu growls at Zane, his voice hushing down momentarily. He adjusts his purple and silver coat, and sighs. Zane would probably be an experiment now, but he is useful, and Zane as an enemy would be....problematic to say the least. Shh....calm yourself, Zane. These "men" are going to help us destroy the world. Act polite. That demon is our ticket to cannon-fodder access....imagine....armies of demons! Mixed with cybernetic implants, wonderful....demonic cybernetic creatures.....Can't you just see it? Ah...my dreams are coming true, Zane. I will destroy humanity...and serve my purpose.



"Pop the cork you moron. I want to pop out like a gen-oh forget it."

Regardless of any floating that might occur, the glass shatters outwards, violently as the dust swirls in the air.
"I am the cookie that lures men to the dark side..."
"I am the guy who talks loudly on the cell phone in the movie theaters..."
"I am the executive who decided to cancel Firefly..."
"I am CALUBLUFIOK!"

The sand compresses together.
http://i455.photobucket.com/albums/qq276/Reinholdt9000/Avatars/CalA1.png http://i455.photobucket.com/albums/qq276/Reinholdt9000/Avatars/CalA2.png

"And you suffer from a short memory span. Just saying."

Enshadu simply frowns before smirking. That was kinda fun! He moves his hands together and claps them briefly. He then moves to put his arms behind his back. He speaks now. Yes....that is Calublufiok. My mentor and business partner. He'll be helping me make the...tougher decisions as well as privately tutoring me on being evil....Seems I need flair and....cruelty to be a good villain....tthat's not a good phrase, an evil viallin, for I am not good.



Main Hall

The demon king looks at CALUBLUFIOK!, almost suspisciously. He's never heard of this CALUBLUFIOK! before.

I am Char-kuruk, lord of Nefalavernus, two-hundredth and forty-sixth layer of Hell. This is my daughter-

I'm Cecilia! The little half-devil perks up!

Char-kuruk gives Enshadu a tired smile. Yes, this is my daughter Cecilia.

Enshadu also smirks over at Char-Khukruk. Ah, yes.....Mr Char. And your beautiful daughter. Mhm....wonderful, so....Mr. Demon, what force can you control? How many....I need numbers, and your warriors willing to....be perfected. Calublufiok, you will help me perfect them....we'll have a field day in the laboratories, just us. Mhm.... Enshadu cackles, practicing his laugh.

[Reinholdt]

Haven't heard of Calublufiok? Why you'd either have to be new to the Nexus or have lived in a hole for the las-
Oh my bad. I forget how far down the two hundredth and forty sixth layer is. Char-karuk is forgiven his sins. :smalltongue:

"I'm pretty much here on a strictly adviser role. So far your secret base isn't half bad. A bit futuristic for my tastes, but it fits with your theme very well. Themed villains are more liked than those who can do anything, and the more they like you and the cooler you are, the more successful you'll be at evil schemes."

Calublufiok goes to walk up to Zane. "Is this your number one minion?"

[Aric Kale]

You keep pretending to be excited and I'll pretend to cry for your funeral. Ooh! Flying red sand! And it's addressing him. polite, or not polite, that is the question...
Up until recently I was his only minion...but yes, I am his second in command. Also, I realize you are the most renowned villain ever to treat Nexus soil...Your chosen titles are pathetic at best, really... At which point Zane will then bow "respectfully". He only served Enshadu, and the robot/cyborg was starting to get on his nerves, inviting guest minions and all...Zane doesn't like people. S'mores are nice though.

[Dark Elf Bard]

Char raises an eyebrow at the "lovely" comment, but lets it slide for now.

I have eight hundred thousand demons at my command.

[Reinholdt]

Actually, a demonic elf is what's addressing Zane. Proper term is Fey'ri, but demon elf will do if need be.

Calublufiok rolls his eyes a little. "It's called a parody. I'm not so ego-centric as to use titles, that's just ridiculous. I hope some day you'll recognize what it's from, but it may be a bit above your age group."

[Hattish Thing]

Enshadu glares at Zane with no small manner of anger. Obviously Zane is getting on the four-armed androids nerves. Zane, silence. You are to treat Calubkufiok with respect. I've given him your level of accessibility to The Factory. Now, play nice...I'll make it all up to you later, okay? Don't anger Calublufiok. He could easily kill you, and probably me as well.

So, Mr. Char....how many demons am I to use, and what do you ask for in return....

Alright Cal, this is my base....yes. Right in the heart of the enemies territory, wonderful isn't it! Machines working around the clock....making elementium weapons, tanks, and top secret weapons of destruction. All for Magtok....See, I made a beneficial deal with Riv and Daedalus. Destroy our mutual enemy, Mr. Magtok. It'll be fun....Now, I also have many other rooms around.

I have the plague laboratory, where I work on something special for the more military organizations....This plague wil kill off the weaker ones and turn the dead into zombies under my command. Pretty neat, eh?

We also have the surgical labs.

[Aric Kale]

Enshadu glares at Zane with no small manner of anger. Obviously Zane is getting on the four-armed androids nerves. Zane, silence. You are to treat Calubkufiok with respect. I've given him your level of accessibility to The Factory. Now, play nice...I'll make it all up to you later, okay? Don't anger Calublufiok. He could easily kill you, and probably me as well.

So, Mr. Char....how many demons am I to use, and what do you ask for in return....

Alright Cal, this is my base....yes. Right in the heart of the enemies territory, wonderful isn't it! Machines working around the clock....making elementium weapons, tanks, and top secret weapons of destruction. All for Magtok....See, I made a beneficial deal with Riv and Daedalus. Destroy our mutual enemy, Mr. Magtok. It'll be fun....Now, I also have many other rooms around.

I have the plague laboratory, where I work on something special for the more military organizations....This plague wil kill off the weaker ones and turn the dead into zombies under my command. Pretty neat, eh?

We also have the surgical labs.

Zane shrugs, Alright, I'll be nice...wouldn't want all this hard work to go to waste. The peeved pyromancer turns to Char-Kirkuk and bows low. Greetings, Lord, as a Darkstar I am honored to have you here at this humble factory. Armies are fun. Zane may prefer single combat and assassinations, but he's led armies in the past. Something Enshadu may or may not know.
)(Sorry I took so long to post. didn't realize it was my turn :smalleek:)(

[Reinholdt]

"Heart of the enemies' territory? I thought we weren't supposed to know where this is." OH NO! HE KNOWS!

"Plagues seem all the rage these days, but if I may ask... why Magtok exactly? He's pretty inconsequential..." :smallconfused:

[Hattish Thing]

(Skipping DEB, been 24 hours.)

Enshadu knows hardly anything about Zane.s past, nor does he really care to know. Zane is, honestly, a tool to him. Albeit a very important one. Enshadu simply speaks towards Calublufiok. Why Magtok? Several reasons....the foolish cyborg is inconsequential in the large scale of things, yes. I intend to replace him with a clone of himself. Under my command, it.s simply kidnapping a clone, rewriting some programs and installing my own special technology into his cybernetic implants, and voila! We've got a leader of AMEN under our command. I intend to wipe out his base for several other reasons. One, his technology is slightly more advanced than mine. I have industrial technology, building weapons of destruction as fast and in the best quality possible. He has cloning vats, intelligent computer systems....good security. I want his technology. And, I want all of his clones dead save two. One to put back in AMEN under my secret plan, and another for my own personal...uses.

[Reinholdt]

"Well I have to admit, that probably tops my creepiest lines of all time list. Looks like you can stay here after all." Calublufiok says, shaking his head. He doesn't want to know what Enshadu's plans for Magtok are anymore.

"So you got a grumpy uncaring minion, a secret fortress that works, and a plan that'll get the heroes all running at you. Let's hear your evil laugh."

[Aric Kale]

Zane sighs, Enshadu was making a fool of himself...the pyromancer maybe loyal, but respectful is a whole different issue...Is there anythimg else you need me for?

[Hattish Thing]

Enshadu simply grins. He hadn't meant his words to be creepy, exactly. Magtok was simply going to get what his years of hurting other people would bring him. Enshadu was just going to be the one with the honor of making Magtok's life a living Hell. Which he was to enjoy doing with much glee. He was programmed to do it. Ah, yes Zane. I require for you to head to the forging room. There's a sack with chunks of elementium, I want you to melt them down, then place them in the large cauldron in the forging room. Then cast eternal fearblaze upon it. I wish to keep the elementium in liquid form. It is to be our leader friend at NO's prison...keep it eternally liquefied, and when we have Dipsnig in our custody...freeze the elementium with him inside the pot. You'll then cast invincibility on him. (Only temporary of course). WE'll dip him inside, remove the fearblaze spell...and watch it harden and trap our goblin friend forever, dead and imprisoned to avoid Resurrection.

See Calublufiok, I have a different permanent death for each and every major player in Nexus politics. All of them will die, or be imprisoned, or replaced with my clones of them. I can't lose, see? I am champion, and I will be ruler of the Nexus! Ahahaha! His laugh is hollow and tinny, but seems to be the laugh of Marciano Louv're, recorded and edited into Enshaadu. After all, Enshadu's voice was merely a warped version of the evil halfling's. The laugh is...cold, uncaring, and cruel. Needlessly cruel, as if Enshadu was laughing at something far too perversely evil to be funny. There's a dark horizon coming Calublufiok. Soon I will complete the new and improved Spirit Engine as well...and blot out the sun with icy ash, plunging The Nexus into eternal darkness and cold. I'll explain further later.

[Reinholdt]

"Uh-huh. Well, I can't deny the appeal of a good death trap. But what's stopping other players from stepping into their shoes and just becoming the new leaders?" Well maybe the whole sun being blotted out thing.

"But why on earth would you want to dig into hell again? Wasn't that like... the biggest failure? I'm all for improving ideas that nearly worked, but..."

[Aric Kale]

Alright. I'll get right on that. Zane bows to Cal and exits the room.
)(feel free to skip me. not really in the scene now.)(

[Hattish Thing]

"Uh-huh. Well, I can't deny the appeal of a good death trap. But what's stopping other players from stepping into their shoes and just becoming the new leaders?" Well maybe the whole sun being blotted out thing.

"But why on earth would you want to dig into hell again? Wasn't that like... the biggest failure? I'm all for improving ideas that nearly worked, but..."

Enshadu just grins and nods. I have asked myself the same questions. Replacing them with my own lieutenants, or simply sending in clones under my command. People will listen to me if I have the biggest guns, no matter what. I plan on neutralizing gods already...If I can just think of something that will only target the more powerful members of the Nexus. Weaken them...send someone to destroy them. I need to have the powerful defenders of the Nexus disposed of. With the cloning vats I will take from the Magcaves destroyed interior, I intend to clone Zane. And have him destroy the powerful members.

Hah, digging into hell? Hardly. Mr. Char-Kukruk here is going to supply me with an army. I shall make this army even better, building cybernetic pieces into all of them. Can you just imagine it? An army of demons perfected with cybernetics, immune to silver and divine magic and the like! Blot out the sun with ash, but I'd need a very powerful volcanic eruption, and where is the largest volcano in The Nexus located? AMEN. Destroy AMEN or at least bring their leaders under my command, and I can make that volcano erupt...clogging up the sun, turning the Nexus into a cold dark place...A perfect place for my cyborg force.

Isn't my plan just wonderful so far?

[Reinholdt]

"Well it certainly is needlessly complex and could go wrong at any turn. I like it. It's a classic." Calublufiok nods. Sometimes you just gotta go with the classic. "Though hopefully you've got some Xanatos gambit going where suffering is a secondary goal whether you succeed at your plans or not. Always try to have a secondary objective you can gloat over."

"But more importantly, do you have a big reveal? A miracle turnaround you can spring on the heroes just when it seems they're winning? An ace up your sleeve? Don't tell me what it is! It's very vital you never speak of it directly aloud. Just gotta mention if you have one or not."

[Hattish Thing]

"Well it certainly is needlessly complex and could go wrong at any turn. I like it. It's a classic." Calublufiok nods. Sometimes you just gotta go with the classic. "Though hopefully you've got some Xanatos gambit going where suffering is a secondary goal whether you succeed at your plans or not. Always try to have a secondary objective you can gloat over."

"But more importantly, do you have a big reveal? A miracle turnaround you can spring on the heroes just when it seems they're winning? An ace up your sleeve? Don't tell me what it is! It's very vital you never speak of it directly aloud. Just gotta mention if you have one or not."

Enshadu nods. He liked needless complexity...He softly adjusts his large coat and smiles happily. He then speaks. Ah, almost forgot! He takes a small pouch out of his bland robes and begins to pull very large clothing out of it. Bag of holding, very useful. I went shopping under a disguise a few days ago. I got a new suit, trying to up my style, eh? He takes the clothes out, and tears his grey robe off, revealing his metal body. He then begins to put on silver and purple pants, a silver dress shirt, purple and silver vest, and a magnificent purple coat. The coat looks like the one in the spoiler.https://www.duokings.com/admin/upload/product/20120318/13320767980BIG.jpg Now, he's very finely clad. What do ya think? The coat has pockets of holding, so I can store my stuff in it. Weaponry, potions, anything. Plus, the coat is bulletproof and fireproof. Got it for sale at Mallside. Anyways, yes I have a secondary goal. Destroying a few Nexus Council members. At least two. I know that Magtok is dying soon, I've made an agreement with both Reynard and a small group called...Um...something his player can't remember. Their leader is apparently someone called Daedalus. They were laid low a long time ago...I'm helping them take our revenge on Maggy. I'm already creating tanks. Of course, I have already made plans to betray them during the raid. A way to destroy their leader and take his place...bringing more of the Nexus under my command. I intend to obliterate The Council, or at least rip a new chair of leadership for me to sit in. It was what Marciano wanted...

And yes I have a contingency plan, an old creation of Marciano's. His final dream, I can make it work...it'll just take a while. But soon. Also, I'm installing two security systems in here...wanna take a look? I am working on several projects...The Spirit Engine II, the Grundlekrunk, Defense Mechanism ZETA, and my contingency plan.

[Reinholdt]

"Not bad, not bad, but you'll need to get that turned into a avatar before people are really impressed." Calublufiok says, looking over the clothes of choice.

"So you're letting this Marciano character control what you do, huh? Seems like a bad plan, having someone tell you what to do."

"Show me your security systems."

[Hattish Thing]

"Not bad, not bad, but you'll need to get that turned into a avatar before people are really impressed." Calublufiok says, looking over the clothes of choice.

"So you're letting this Marciano character control what you do, huh? Seems like a bad plan, having someone tell you what to do."

"Show me your security systems."

Enshadu nods and licks his fake pink lips. I'll get to work on it immediately. I just need someone to do it for me, since my player can't draw anything worth viewing.

Control me? Hardly. He is me. Or...I am him. He placed his plans, his plots, bits of his personality in me, to assure that he would have his revenge on those who destroyed him. I am his contingency plan. I am him, in a way. A small way. I collect and absorb the consciousness of those I destroy, if I wish it. I absorbed the mind and consciousness of Marciano Louv're and Andy Brandt. Thus I gained all of Mr. Brant's knowledge, and Marciano's plots. And his advantages....at least the advantages that survived. He waves to Cal to follow him up some stairs and into a hall. He walks up the stairs pretty easily, his coat trailing behind him.

After the stairs he comes to a hallway of chrome walls. There are large tubes built into the walls. There is odd greenish liquid floating inside the tubes, and strange things can be seen floating inside. They seem to all be body systems to one large beast...There's two tubes adjacent to eachother every five feet, and the hall is thirty feet long. Cal can see an entire skeleton floating inside a tube, the cardiovascular system in another, and even a massive brain, with eyes and a brainstem in another tube. This is the hall of creation. I design life-forms here, in fact.....inside these tubes are where I grow body systems to later surgically combine. I'm creating a large monster...built to destroy entire buildings. I intend to sic it on remnant to keep them busy while I take out there valuable ally, HALO. Now, just follow me.

He walks to the end of the hall, where there is a large chrome door. It has no knob, or lock. Just a pad. The pad has one-hundred letters on it, letters which Cal wouldn't be able to understand. I created my own language, only someone who knew how to decipher my language could get in past here. A language more complex than ancient mandarin or....draconic. And only if they could do this could they enter. He begins to unfold his two extra arms, they rip holes in the coat, creating a ripped up extra sleeve. He then moves his four arms faster than humanly possible, typing many, many words per second. After he's done, the chrome door slides up. Need to go to the tailor soon...The password is the entire script of William Shakespeare's Macbeth, line for line. I translated it into my language... The room that is opened is black and dark. Ready?

[Reinholdt]

Calublufiok follows impassively, clearly overwhelmed by the grandiose nature of this place. "Sure, but I gotta ask. How do you build a creature large enough to destroy buildings while inside a building?" There are, of course, several reasonable answers to the question.

He steps inside the black, dark room.

[Hattish Thing]

Calublufiok follows impassively, clearly overwhelmed by the grandiose nature of this place. "Sure, but I gotta ask. How do you build a creature large enough to destroy buildings while inside a building?" There are, of course, several reasonable answers to the question.

He steps inside the black, dark room.

Enshadu nods and speaks now. His face turns into a horrible sinister grin, portraying sheer madness. He obviously delights in his work...The systems in the tubes float around, and the one with the brain inside it seems to stare right at Cal. Oh, simple Cal. After I put it's systems and pieces together, I will just enlarge it. See...I have to make it vicious, cruel...hateful. When I put it together, it shall be subject to surgical hell. To the point where the thing would rather die than live, making it mad with anger. I will be protected of course. I plan on injecting it with the growth hormones of a massive creature called a dragon...I need to find a dragon and kill it, or at least collect it's fluids. If you know of any young dragons around, please inform me. After I have pumped it full of growth hormones, as soon as I can find a place to store it, I intend on permanently enlarging it.

Cruel to the animal, but efficient. Imagine....being put together with all sorts of inhumane tools...cut, stitched, and put through great pain. Ought to piss off the druids of the nexus as well, so bonus points. He grins as Calublufiok enters the room. He claps his metal hands and suddenly organ music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JwEcOZjuFko) begins to play as the lights appear. Enshadu was getting better at being truly evil. The lights flash up and the oddest things can be seen here. It's a massive room, and is much longer than it is wider. There are two giant chrome pipes in the middle of the room. The pipes look like corkscrews, meaning something was meant to slide down it. The pipes are placed to where one is in front of another. The room is chromed and somewhat mirrored, so Cal could easily see his reflection in the walls. At the end of the room, there is a massive control table, with over a thousand buttons, levers, and handles. Some glowing, some beeping. Enshadu walks over to the control table across the room. He sits at the table and presses some buttons.Now watch, stay where you are, you will not be harmed. This is what will happen to any who somehow make it here.
The ceiling seems to slide apart, revealing a massiv dock area above.

He presses some buttons and pulls two levels. He then speaks. Vidistine Fortunam! Then, there's a mechanical whirring and hissing. Sliding down from above along the pipe closest to Enshadu, is a massive tube. It's incredibly thick and as wide as five burly trolls shoulder to shoulder. Inside the tube, is a giant skull. The skull floats inside, it's larger than any human skull is supposed to be, the skull itself looks like it came from a giant or some kind of massive creature. There is a massive brain sticking out of the skull, for the top of the skull has been cut off, and it's purple brain pulses faintly.The skull has horrible eyes with red pupils. It stares at Cal with evil intelligence. It radiates horrible magic, and seems to look around hungrily, looking for something to kill. It looks at Cal and he might suddenly hear several voices, all whispering horrible descriptions of pain and suffering. The words and scenes it describes would be enough to drive a normal man insane. Mystic Defense Mechanism ZETA is it's name. A skull of an ancient creature. Marciano had it, I replicated his experiments. Perfected them. It's utterly evil, and it's magic can destroy even the most well-defended men. Or cause them to go insane. However, it is incredibly weak...I had to perfect that!

He presses another button, and in front of ZETA, a massive block of circuits and machine parts slides down the pipe closest to Cal. From where Cal's looking, the thing blocks the entirety of the room behind it. The side facing Cal is chrome, a smooth shield of sword, composed of many elementium circles covering it, to the point where it's completely invincible to Cal's side and defended. There is a massive gun on top of the cube of technology. This gun instantly locks on to Cal, as does a massive gun that looks like a cannon in the middle of it. The massive hole in the middle is where it launches it's main attacks, Cal can easily guess. Physical Defense System Alpha. Massive Firepower, and invincible. At least to the side facing you. Sadly, it can only fire a few times before it has to go back up to quickly resupply it's weapon power. Leaving ZETA undefended briefly. That's the only weakness...other than that, these defenses systems are unbreakable. The perfect security. Would you like to see the Surgical Wing? He presses some buttons, and both ZETA and ALPHA Defense Systems slide back up into the opening of the ceiling, where the ceiling closes, making the room once again looking undefended.

He moves away from the control table and towards Cal. Also, I apologize for the wall incidents. Another part of my plan, you see. The Nexus thinks I'm a complete an utter failure, exactly what I wanted, see? They think I'm clearly a fool, and utterly incompetent. They are ignoring my threat...perfect, eh? Now...do you want to see The Surgical Wing?

[Reinholdt]

"You might be better off with a Tarrasque or a Leviathan or the elusive Togian White-Eye." Dragons are too lazy. The growth hormones would probably put the creature into gold induced hibernation or something.

Calublufiok watches the massive display, wondering if he didn't somehow stumble into a JRPG complete with boss fights and turns or something. The music's pretty appropriate for a such a thing, which is neat in and of itself admittedly.
"I guess I'll take a look. Out of curiousity, this super heavily defended room... why would anyone come in here exactly?" Doesn't seem much incentive. Just walk past the door to the next one!

[Aric Kale]

Surgical Wing

Zane has finished his tasks and is now finishing a side project he thought up.
On the table is a half-starved feathery mess...but it's still alive, and that's all Zane needs. He's actually been working on this creature for months and is excited (though you wouldn't be able to tell) to show Enshadu his creation.
you'll have to enter to see what it is...:smalltongue:

[Hattish Thing]

"You might be better off with a Tarrasque or a Leviathan or the elusive Togian White-Eye." Dragons are too lazy. The growth hormones would probably put the creature into gold induced hibernation or something.

Calublufiok watches the massive display, wondering if he didn't somehow stumble into a JRPG complete with boss fights and turns or something. The music's pretty appropriate for a such a thing, which is neat in and of itself admittedly.
"I guess I'll take a look. Out of curiousity, this super heavily defended room... why would anyone come in here exactly?" Doesn't seem much incentive. Just walk past the door to the next one!

Enshadu does not know what a tarrasque is. Or a Togian White-Eye. A what? What the hell is a Tarrasque? Or...A Togian Wild-eye? A leviathan is a sea creature....yes, but first I'll need to kill or capture it, ideas on how? He scratches at his "skin". I think I went a little too big here, what do you think? What with the music and the giant machinery....but eh, I'm supposed to dazzle 'em, right? Well...this control table can self-destruct this entire factory, and cease all operations. I built the self-destruct in order to destroy any adventurers and blow up some of the surrounding area. Threatening to blow up everything in five miles is a pretty good way to guarantee your survival, eh? Now follow...this could get intense, so if you're queasy, I suggest you bring something to throw up in. He begins to walk out of the room, before speaking out to nothing in particular. Oh...goodie! The bums! I get to show you my collection of test subjects! Hehe, right his way. He grins happily before striding down the tubed hallway. He then walks through another door in the hallway.

The door opens into a massive room, lit up by lamps and light bulbs. The room smells absolutely horrid, like chemicals, blood, and alchemical waste, and apparently bird.Ready Cal? Once you enter my player can describe things! Hey...Zane, what are you doing to that thing?

(Same Timeline)

Just then, providing the winged soldier is not immune to teleportation or something, he'll find himself on a table in The Surgical Wing, right beside Zane's bird table. The clasps on the table begin to animate and attempt to pull the winged soldier down and hold him to the table. Oh look, Cal....my new test subject. Enshadu grins evilly.

[Reinholdt]

"I'll... admit, it was a bit over the top. Subtlety can be your friend too." Just gotta know when to use which, and that's something incredibly difficult to teach.

"You should kill it with a giant building destroying creature! That should do the trick." Calublufiok nods sagely, waiting to see if Enshadu catches on.

He does follow inside into the other massive room so things can be described. I don't think he's ever going to have an issue with nausea though. It would be a strange day indeed if he did.

[Aric Kale]

Zane glances up as he sets a wrench and a ...scalpel? aside. Ah, my Lord Enshadu, and Calablufiok, you are both in time. He snaps his finger and the creature slowly stretches out and stands awkwardly.
Before their eyes is a phoenix, an android phoenix. It's wings are mostly organic, with the pinion and secondary feathers made of a highly flame resistant black steel. It's head is entirely robotic, as are its legs. The body is flesh, hollowed out refilled with mechanical parts and electronics.
This bird is roughly the size of a vulture, but far more majestic and deadly. It retains its aura of power even in this weakened state. Everything on it is black. It has been infused with the Fearblaze. It's Zane's tenth attempt...He finally succeeded.
It retains all of a phoenix's natural abilities, however, it's healing tears only heal me, due to its element. they would make a pyromancer ill, while acting as a poison to anyone else.
Zane is actually quite proud of this achievement, though he's trying hard not to show it.

[Hattish Thing]

The Surgical Wing

The room is disgusting, and smells just as bad. There are twenty surgical tables, with a small table besides where there are many tools of surgery....bloody and jagged, obviously meant to cause more pain than to be strictly efficient. A single lightbulb on a cable hangs on top of every table, lighting up the room. There are three men currently in a few of these tables, unconscious. Theses are men Enshadu took from inside the night before, the homeless men. They all have wounds to the head, and some sort of breathing device on. The floor is dirty, and strange liquids stain the ground. There's a large cabinet against the left wall, where potions and vials of many different kinds of liquids sit. They are all labelled. There are also different organs in jars sitting there. There is also a large bin full of metal prostheses, tubes, and odd metal pieces. There's a large furnace on the left wall, and bones can be seen sticking out of it. The furnace is not lit at the moment.

There are four corpses on some of theses tables. They all have bits of metals and prosthes built into them. It seems that Enshadu is trying to create some kind of special cyborg. They all have odd skin diseases on them, and some are cut up and left open, where flies collect. I'm not going to describe this any further because ew. But, you get the point. Kill it? What do you mean? Why would...what do you mean? I do not understand.

Zane, what would the purpose of that be? Also...light up the furnace, get the failed test subjects in there. They're starting to stink up the place, we have guests. Get your chicken to help.

Separate Timeline

He moves over to a table where the winged soldier should be. Hello....

[Reinholdt]

The Surgical Wing

Err... is that the same timeline or a seperate timeline? Is someone else playing a winged soldier? Kinda lost. :smallconfused:

Calublufiok looks the phoenix over. "That's... that's actually really impressive. You took a core concept and rather than super-sizing it, you just twisted it maliciously. And it works. Wow. Better watch out Enshadu, Zane might start surpassing you at any moment."

[Hattish Thing]

The Surgical Wing

Err... is that the same timeline or a seperate timeline? Is someone else playing a winged soldier? Kinda lost. :smallconfused:

Calublufiok looks the phoenix over. "That's... that's actually really impressive. You took a core concept and rather than super-sizing it, you just twisted it maliciously. And it works. Wow. Better watch out Enshadu, Zane might start surpassing you at any moment."

Enshadu just rolls his eyes. ThirdEmporer is playing a winged soldier, in a separate timeline. Sorry for the confusion.

Enshadu moves to the phoenix slowly. Hmm....yes, I suppose it is rather interesting. No, Zane will not be surpassing me, ever. He is a warrior, a fighter. Not a plotter. He knows his place, he is on the field of battle...fighting for his honor, for the love of war! You....wait, so twisting things is better than simply making them bigger? Works, does it. Well...Zane, have your bird roast up one of the corpses, not the unconscious men please. Ah, that reminds me. Cal, would you like to be present for an experiment this evening? I"m creating a completely loyal cybernetically enhanced zombified human being. Interesting, eh?

[Aric Kale]

The room is rather disgusting...Zane hadn't noticed, too wrapped up in his work.
While slightly disappointed with Enshadu's reaction or lack thereof, it was to be expected. He didn't expect praise from Calublufiok, however, and the surprise was evident on his face. He gives a rare grin before "relaxing" back into his.natural impassive expression. Thank you, Lord Calublufiok, your praise is valued. What should I call this creature? if you would be so kind as to give an opinion. The Phoenix flaps its wings and glides into the furnace where Zane tosses the bodies. The Pyromancer leans against the wall as the Bird bursts into flames and roasts them. If somebody was foolish enough to look past the flames they would see the creature satisfying its hunger.:smallyuk:

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Ward

The soldier startled as he's blinked onto the table, trying to roll onto his feet and dive away- No luck. The chains catch him before his peanut brain fully catches up to the situation, wrapping around his arms and legs and wings and pinning him down to the surgical slab. If he could speak, there'd be some nasty words being said right not.

[Reinholdt]

"A name?" Calublufiok is better at insulting nicknames than actual names. Actual names is something he's bad at, like being nice, and puppies. "Bird of Terror? Jean Gray? Backdraft?" I actually almost like the last one.

"Yes, of course Zane is totally simpleminded and has no plots against you at all, completely loyal to a T." Calublufiok says with a completely straight face, despite it being almost all sarcasm.

"And sure, I'll be there. I should hope a zombie is completely loyal. Sort of defeats the point if it isn't." Stupid rebel zombies being all warm and fuzzy. (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1588173/)

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Enshadu smiles down at the winged soldier, and brings a large bin of prostheses over beside him. He begins to wash his tools in a grimy sink. He whistles, then brings a sma record player and sits it on an adjacent table. He speaks. Soooo, how are we today, my friend? You'll be helping me today by letting me experiment. Kay? Now...perhaps some opera? Or perhaps some classical music? Also...why can't you speak? Mouth sown shut? Perhaps I can fix that...hehehe! He moves closer to the winged soldier, nasty, jagged tools in his four hands.

Meanwhile, with Cal.

Enshadu nods. Not a simpleton, he just knows his place in life. He'll be taking charge of Remnant when it falls. We'll rebuild the Nexus together. He can choose any woman he wants! I will reward him well for his loyalty. Now, Cal....I have a question, okay? How do I intimidate people on a large scale? Eh?

[Aric Kale]

Zane nods, he'll add backdraft to the Phoenix's software. Better not to comment on the loyalty issue... He and his new "friend" will start cleaning everything with their flames. Away from Enshadu, of course.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Eh, let's skip the posturing and the monologuing. The soldier can't speak and Enshadu doesn't have much more than two hours before his far more talkative brothers kick the door in. Instead, I'll give a quick run down of the subject's pre-existing conditions, you can explain what E intends to do, and all the unpleasant details of how it's done can be kept beyond a surgical curtain.


The soldier's genetics are largely human, too much so for the wings to be a natural adaptation. The major differentiation from him and a baseline human on that level are the wings, or rather, the crude alterations that have been made to his genome so as to cause them to develop in the embryonic stage. There's another, much less notable change as well- His vocal cords have been prevented from working properly.

Besides that, there's evidence in the way his muscles have developed and in trace residues found in his system that he was exposed to intense chemical treatments during development, primarily stimulants and growth hormones.


The result is crude, but effective- A soldier highly resistant to all standard varieties of disease and poison, possessing little to no capacity for pain, capable of short glides if not true flight, in physical condition that would be phenomenal for the baseline human, and most of all, loyal to a fault. These are all quite ingenious from a scientific viewpoint, and not that hard to spot using blood samples and simple surgical exploration.

But the really interesting part is only viewable if Enshadu has an cranial x-ray on hand, or cares to kill his patient by cracking open the skull. A cross-section of the soldiers brain between the regions governing sense and memory has been altered radically, to create an entirely new web of synapses not found in any human subject.

[Reinholdt]

"Yes. That's a great reason for making an enemy of some of the most powerful people in the Nexus, committing massacres on large scale, and terrorizing the populace. For a pair of breasts." Calublufiok can't help himself and facepalms heavily at this.

"As for your question, it's by and large a waste of time to make that your goal. People hear have some ridiculous backstory reasons or just have that part of their brain shut off and never, ever act or get intimidated. Those that do can't fight in the first place. Because skill means courage or some nonsense like that? It's practically idiotic as it is."

"The only way to make people scared of you is to accomplish some truly terrifying things. If you successfully kill Council members as you so intend or do something similar to that, then people will start fearing you. Or at least be wary enough of you to take you seriously. Otherwise, don't waste your time trying to scare people."

[Hattish Thing]

Zane nods, he'll add backdraft to the Phoenix's software. Better not to comment on the loyalty issue... He and his new "friend" will start cleaning everything with their flames. Away from Enshadu, of course.

Enshadu watches happily. Good, the bird was useful. Is it to be your new pet, eh? Going to keep him around a while? Good. Maybe he'll be of assistance to us.


Surgical Wing

Eh, let's skip the posturing and the monologuing. The soldier can't speak and Enshadu doesn't have much more than two hours before his far more talkative brothers kick the door in. Instead, I'll give a quick run down of the subject's pre-existing conditions, you can explain what E intends to do, and all the unpleasant details of how it's done can be kept beyond a surgical curtain.


The soldier's genetics are largely human, too much so for the wings to be a natural adaptation. The major differentiation from him and a baseline human on that level are the wings, or rather, the crude alterations that have been made to his genome so as to cause them to develop in the embryonic stage. There's another, much less notable change as well- His vocal cords have been prevented from working properly.

Besides that, there's evidence in the way his muscles have developed and in trace residues found in his system that he was exposed to intense chemical treatments during development, primarily stimulants and growth hormones.


The result is crude, but effective- A soldier highly resistant to all standard varieties of disease and poison, possessing little to no capacity for pain, capable of short glides if not true flight, in physical condition that would be phenomenal for the baseline human, and most of all, loyal to a fault. These are all quite ingenious from a scientific viewpoint, and not that hard to spot using blood samples and simple surgical exploration.

But the really interesting part is only viewable if Enshadu has an cranial x-ray on hand, or cares to kill his patient by cracking open the skull. A cross-section of the soldiers brain between the regions governing sense and memory has been altered radically, to create an entirely new web of synapses not found in any human subject.


Enshadu talks straight away for about ten minutes, preparing whatever he's going to do. Soon, he begins to play classical music (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRoWfdKA7Js) and gets to his work with his shiny tools. Enshadu is attempting to do several things, firstly to extract some DNA samples from him, to keep this particular human type handy, that could be useful later. He will attempt to put him to sleep, and will begin working. He;s attemptin to combine both human, and machine into a servile drone. He's tried several times. His purpose is to create a cyborg that listened only to him, and was more resistant than most cyborgs. Enshadu injects the man with some kind of scarlet fluid that will make sure he'll stay alive.

He will try to amputate the soldiers left arm at the elbow, and his leg at the thigh. He cauterizes the wounds easily with some kind of laser technology, (Actually the kind of beam that a lightsaber puts out, the technology stolen from the lightsabers he copied after Reinholdt's.) He'll quickly bolt in the black prosthesis. The metal and copper circuitry will begin to start attaching itself into the soldier, the wiring connecting to nerves, the arm replicating muscles. When the winged soldier will wake up, most likely he'll have two prostheses fully functional on him. Enshadu then goes to perform some kind of lobotomy. He stick some kind of microchip of technology inside the soldier's head, on his brain to be exact. The small chip begins to sprout wires, which begin to move through the soldier's brain, and attempting to connect with his mind to force him to obey Enshadu's every word. Enshadu will then move to his face and neck, putting on a faceplate by cutting up the skin down to the subcutaneous layer. The plates he places on the shoulder cover half his face and half his neck. The plates will begin to force the nearby cells to adapt and accept the face-plate via magic and incredibly superior technology. the faceplate will cover the soldier's right eye, replacing the eyeball with an artificial one, which connects with the faceplate, enabling him to see x-ray vision, darkvision, and thermal energy.

The arm is interesting, black and smooth. The hand can switch into a large gun that looks like some kind of very small cannon built into the arm, and fires laser weaponry. The leg allows the soldier to jump father, climb father, and perform physical tasks better. The soldier also will have odd tubes replacing some of his veins, and black fluids move through those.
He's even more resistant, stronger, and smarter. Soon, Enshadu is done, and waits for the soldier to wake up.


"Yes. That's a great reason for making an enemy of some of the most powerful people in the Nexus, committing massacres on large scale, and terrorizing the populace. For a pair of breasts." Calublufiok can't help himself and facepalms heavily at this.

"As for your question, it's by and large a waste of time to make that your goal. People hear have some ridiculous backstory reasons or just have that part of their brain shut off and never, ever act or get intimidated. Those that do can't fight in the first place. Because skill means courage or some nonsense like that? It's practically idiotic as it is."

"The only way to make people scared of you is to accomplish some truly terrifying things. If you successfully kill Council members as you so intend or do something similar to that, then people will start fearing you. Or at least be wary enough of you to take you seriously. Otherwise, don't waste your time trying to scare people."

Enshadu nods and claps his hands. You're right! I had though people would at least be a little afraid of someone like me....But they weren't, they just ranted and teased. Not that I really mind the teasing. I need to do something big and flashy, to show people I mean business....any ideas Cal? Set something on fire, kill someone...Something.

[Aric Kale]

Zane manages to resist rolling his eyes as he scorches the room clean. After this is done, he'll edit Backdraft's software to respond to his new name.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

The soldier doesn't stir. After being dissected, amputated, lobotomized and upgraded, he's out cold.

Meanwhile...

A very large, very scaly, very green fist slams into the door.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

The soldier doesn't stir. After being dissected, amputated, lobotomized and upgraded, he's out cold.

Meanwhile...

A very large, very scaly, very green fist slams into the door.

Oh, wonderful! Enshadu simply looks at the camera's hidden outside, wondering who it was. He moves over to the soldier before very quickly placing some kind of breathing tube on him, which will slowly begin to start healing his vocal cords if possible. Enshadu simply teleports to the small grey room with no doors. The door the scaly thing is knocking on opens up into here. Enshadu speaks a few rords very quietly and the door opens wide. Enshadu is there. He waves and stares. Heyloo, who's there? Welcome to The Factory. Tell me who the hell you are or I'll have a new experiment ready in five minutes. He's not armed, though his old lightning blade is in it's sheath at his waist.

[ThirdEmperor]

Entrance

"Oh, put a lid on it. Two guesses who that is. "You know who we are and why we're here and I'm havin' a really bad effin' day here, so cut the theatrics and gimme a damn good explanation 'fore I have my brothers tear your head off 'n use it for a soccer ball!" And accompanying Day is his favored enforcer, the hulking lizard-troll hybrid known as Markus, bearing a reptilian glower and a toothy snarl of anger. Bringing up the rear are two of Einherjar carrying swords, indistinguishable from any others of their ilk as ever.

[Hattish Thing]

Entrance

"Oh, put a lid on it. Two guesses who that is. "You know who we are and why we're here and I'm havin' a really bad effin' day here, so cut the theatrics and gimme a damn good explanation 'fore I have my brothers tear your head off 'n use it for a soccer ball!" And accompanying Day is his favored enforcer, the hulking lizard-troll hybrid known as Markus, bearing a reptilian glower and a toothy snarl of anger. Bringing up the rear are two of Einherjar carrying swords, indistinguishable from any others of their ilk as ever.

Enshadu claps his hands and speaks. Oh be quiet, you're in my comfort zone now. Be polite, and I shall as well. Kay? Good. Now, Daedalus, darling...I perfected your friend. I doubt you could tear my head off, or use it to kick. It is metal. Cut the theatrics? Oh, now that's just too much to ask! Come on, mon ami. Oh look...you brought a lizard. Tell me scaly, have you eaten any good books lately? He then whispers a word, and light fills the room. The group will then reappear in The Surgical Wing. Enshadu moves over to his creation and caresses it's head. Voila! I perfected your crude design, I just needed a test subject. He's okay, by the way. Probably in better condition than before actually!

I just added in some things, took some stuff away. It didn't hurt too badly, I assure you. Now, Daedalus....you should stuff a cork in your lips before you say something that pisses me off. This is my home, and I am King here. The last few tanks are almost complete, as is everything else. I just took your friend here, and perfected him...Perhaps your pet iguana would like this treatment as well? He grins viciously.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Oh, he just doesn't know when to quit.....



Day ignores Enshadu's grandstanding, brushing by the robot on his way to the table and leaving his entourage to interpose themselves between the two, a soldier who may or may not be Argon switching on a device at his belt that stretches an anti-teleportation field across the room.

On tippy-toes he leans over the operating slab, taking a pen from his coat and prodding at the seared patches of flesh where the prosthetics have been attached. "Really are a dumbutt, ain'tcha? You might's well have jammed a scalpel into his gut an' called it a day for all you've 'improved' him. You burnt away all the nerves for your fancy cybernetics to connect to."

Stepping back and glaring at Enshadu, Day gives the modified soldier one last command over their mental link. The winged drone's muscles spasm and he convulses as his brain overloads itself with every chemical it can produce, burning out neurons and nerve endings.

"There. I've done the hard part for ya, now clean up the mess you've made'a my bro." Daedalus' hand slips into one of the many pockets on his coat, fingers wrapping a small metal canister with a ringtab set into it.

[Aric Kale]

Zane walks towards Enshadu and Day, his new creation perched on his forearm in the same manner as a falcon would in medieval times. I'm assuming this is Daedalus...Pleasure to meet you too. I'm Zane. Please refrain from insulting M'lord Enshadu, he gets awfully moody.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Oh, he just doesn't know when to quit.....



Day ignores Enshadu's grandstanding, brushing by the robot on his way to the table and leaving his entourage to interpose themselves between the two, a soldier who may or may not be Argon switching on a device at his belt that stretches an anti-teleportation field across the room.

On tippy-toes he leans over the operating slab, taking a pen from his coat and prodding at the seared patches of flesh where the prosthetics have been attached. "Really are a dumbutt, ain'tcha? You might's well have jammed a scalpel into his gut an' called it a day for all you've 'improved' him. You burnt away all the nerves for your fancy cybernetics to connect to."

Stepping back and glaring at Enshadu, Day gives the modified soldier one last command over their mental link. The winged drone's muscles spasm and he convulses as his brain overloads itself with every chemical it can produce, burning out neurons and nerve endings.

"There. I've done the hard part for ya, now clean up the mess you've made'a my bro." Daedalus' hand slips into one of the many pockets on his coat, fingers wrapping a small metal canister with a ringtab set into it.

Enshadu just growls and seems about ready to punch something. Are you stupid?! That was a success! Only one of two successful operations, what the hell?! Listen....Day, get out. Now. Security! Zane! He growls at Daedalus and glares. The sound of creatures walking in the hall leading to this room can be heard. Daedalus, what do you want? You're reeeeally gettin' on my nerves, shortstack. The tanks are almost done. I'm not killin' you right now because we do need eachother. So, Day....wait, huh? He senses the field. ...What are you doing? Remove your field from my home, now. Did you really think you could try and hide that? I can sense your science. Day, what is going on? Enshadu's two extra arms burst through the holes in his coat, and rest on his belt. He points a finger at the dead man, and his body begins to get up slowly and walk over to a large furnace in the side of the room. I'll torch him later. What do you want? Talk...make sense, or my security officers will go through you.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Correction. The body doesn't move one inch, because it's nervous system is slush. I suppose Enshadu could make the prosthetics drag him, but with one arm and one leg he certainly isn't walking anywhere.


"You can 'smell my science'? I don't think ya even know what science is, rustbucket." Oh, it's lecture time! Day levels the pen at Enshadu like the finger of accusation, his glare mirrored across the faces of his brothers. "So, lemme 'splain a few things. When you cauterize a wound you kill the nerves. Nerves'r what make the hands and the legs do what the brain tells'm to. They're also what cybernetic prosthesis' attach to. So, no, Enshadu, you didn't succeed. You seared off everything your dumb roboparts could connect with an' ****in' ruined him!"

"And I'm not happy. I don't like what you've done with my bro, I don't like how you're talked t'me and I really don't like your amature hour scheming to destroy my Nexus. I don't like you, tin man, and now you've gone'n pissed me off, fo' reals." The other, definitely-not-Argon soldier draws a green striped canister from his belt and hurls it at the door. It breaks in a rush of adhesive foam that quickly expands on contact with the oxygen in the air, and should easily seal up the doorway.

"But we're reasonable guys. The field and the door? That's just so we can talk without any interuptions. I'm giving you one chance to remind me why you're worth more t'us alive then as a pile of rusty scrap."

[Aric Kale]

Zane places himself beside Enshadu and growls at Daedalus. Growls.
Enshadu may be an egotistical, mistake making fool...but you will refrain from telling him so while here. If you refuse to leave than you can at least keep a civil tongue. E has no cause to doubt Zane, no matter how disrespectful or rebellious this pyromancer may act, he is truly loyal.
He will die for the cyborg.
Backdraft, Patrol.
The Phoenix flies from its perch and circles around the room, it's eyes fixed on Day's henchmen.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Correction. The body doesn't move one inch, because it's nervous system is slush. I suppose Enshadu could make the prosthetics drag him, but with one arm and one leg he certainly isn't walking anywhere.


"You can 'smell my science'? I don't think ya even know what science is, rustbucket." Oh, it's lecture time! Day levels the pen at Enshadu like the finger of accusation, his glare mirrored across the faces of his brothers. "So, lemme 'splain a few things. When you cauterize a wound you kill the nerves. Nerves'r what make the hands and the legs do what the brain tells'm to. They're also what cybernetic prosthesis' attach to. So, no, Enshadu, you didn't succeed. You seared off everything your dumb roboparts could connect with an' ****in' ruined him!"

"And I'm not happy. I don't like what you've done with my bro, I don't like how you're talked t'me and I really don't like your amature hour scheming to destroy my Nexus. I don't like you, tin man, and now you've gone'n pissed me off, fo' reals." The other, definitely-not-Argon soldier draws a green striped canister from his belt and hurls it at the door. It breaks in a rush of adhesive foam that quickly expands on contact with the oxygen in the air, and should easily seal up the doorway.

"But we're reasonable guys. The field and the door? That's just so we can talk without any interuptions. I'm giving you one chance to remind me why you're worth more t'us alive then as a pile of rusty scrap."

Nah, Enshadu is just using telekinesis to move him over there. The thing has no way of resisting it, seeing as it has no resistances anymore. If that doesn't work, he'll just leave it be. He speaks. Ah! You're right! That's why it hasn't worked! I'll need to try it on one of Char's demon's later....Why did I never think of that? That's...textbook science. I must have a virus, maybe something's deleting memory? I'll run a check later. Oh well....not like he was valuable, just another useless soldier. Amateur hour? You don't know anything do you. The entire Nexus thinks I'm a fop, due to my posts on the wall, which is perfect. Because at the moment, my "amateur schemes", are going just great. Day...mon ami, I've gotten stronger, better. Now please, shut up.

Destroy your Nexus! YOUR NEXUS?! Bahahahaha! Day, Day, Day...you don't own, ANYTHING. No one listens to you, and no one likes you.
you never try to do anything, all you do is make deals with bigger people. The force field? I wonder how long it'll take for the security systems to crack that....probably just a few minutes. Why? Because I have these....I have tanks, weapons, soldiers....all who respond only to me. I am a powerful man now. Just look... He pulls a pad of electronics out of his coat, and will make it float over to Day. It's a video of the Assembly Room. Sure enough, there are about fifteen tanks on a line against a door, about forty machines that look like men with a blaster arm, and crates of weapons. There are a few other tanks in the making. If ya kill me, Cal or Zane will just take over. Now, if you'll look up. There is a camera on every corner of the room, staring down at Day and his soldiers, and there's a small bullethole built into them. They have you locked on, as do I. Do you reeeally think you could beat me here, in my own home?

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

((Dude, I'm gonna ignore those cameras. Something like turrets being aimed at them should have been mentioned three posts ago. And as for the tanks, Day literally ordered 'em three hours ago- How the hell did Enshadu build fifteen tanks in three hours in a refurbished factory? There's just not enough room. This, I'm less concerned about though, 'cause there's no way a tank could fire on the room without hitting everyone inside.))

Oooh, growling. Day will let Markus take that one, the hydratroll turning it's gaze on Zane like a snake eyeing a field-mouse. Yeah, go on. Make his day, punk.

"Ah, shaddup yourself. And sit down while you're at it, 'cause the bug in your brain is 'xactly what I'm here to talk about. Wunderkid scientist that I am, thank you, thank you, I can fix it." Waving off Enshadu's insults with a shrug, Day rolls back his sleeves and produces a gleemingly sharp scalpel from his coat, spinning it between his fingers.

"cause, believe you were saying what an idiot Marcy was? Welp, I got bona-fide proof'a that, 'cause I saw the plans they were using for ya. Cut corners, basic design flaws... C'mon, you must'a noticed how everyone's laughin' atcha, right? And I mean before you were feigning it. Well, don't get down, it ain't your fault. Instead, why don'tcha have a lie-down on this slab here, an' Doc Day will fix ya riiiiight up." The scalpel taps against the surface of the slab. C'mon dummy, just lie down, take a little nap and when you wake, allll your troubles are solved. Who knows, the cool kids might not even laugh at you anymore.

[Aric Kale]

)(I'm sorry, I don't know what a hydratroll is. Could you give me a link or a description of yours?)(

Zane takes a small step forward, reaching for something tucked behind his belt.
Leave. Now.

[Reinholdt]

Enshadu nods and claps his hands. You're right! I had though people would at least be a little afraid of someone like me....But they weren't, they just ranted and teased. Not that I really mind the teasing. I need to do something big and flashy, to show people I mean business....any ideas Cal? Set something on fire, kill someone...Something.

"Gotta be something or someone important, but those only die if people let you and then people mock you for failing to kill the thing or person they decided you won't kill. It's a very weird system, filled with a cycle of jerkisms. But I'd recommend against fire. That's Zane's shtick and having master and minion following the same motif is redundant and negates the latter's point of existing. So basically anything but fire, though things being on fire can be a coincidental side effect."

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

((Dude, I'm gonna ignore those cameras. Something like turrets being aimed at them should have been mentioned three posts ago. And as for the tanks, Day literally ordered 'em three hours ago- How the hell did Enshadu build fifteen tanks in three hours in a refurbished factory? There's just not enough room. This, I'm less concerned about though, 'cause there's no way a tank could fire on the room without hitting everyone inside.))

Oooh, growling. Day will let Markus take that one, the hydratroll turning it's gaze on Zane like a snake eyeing a field-mouse. Yeah, go on. Make his day, punk.

"Ah, shaddup yourself. And sit down while you're at it, 'cause the bug in your brain is 'xactly what I'm here to talk about. Wunderkid scientist that I am, thank you, thank you, I can fix it." Waving off Enshadu's insults with a shrug, Day rolls back his sleeves and produces a gleemingly sharp scalpel from his coat, spinning it between his fingers.

"cause, believe you were saying what an idiot Marcy was? Welp, I got bona-fide proof'a that, 'cause I saw the plans they were using for ya. Cut corners, basic design flaws... C'mon, you must'a noticed how everyone's laughin' atcha, right? And I mean before you were feigning it. Well, don't get down, it ain't your fault. Instead, why don'tcha have a lie-down on this slab here, an' Doc Day will fix ya riiiiight up." The scalpel taps against the surface of the slab. C'mon dummy, just lie down, take a little nap and when you wake, allll your troubles are solved. Who knows, the cool kids might not even laugh at you anymore.

(Yeah, should have described that earlier, I'll edit it into the Main Description of The Factory, as for the rest, you're right. Sorry. Lost track of timeframe.)

Enshadu just stares, somewhat thoughtfully. He did have a virus eating away at his memory, like not being able to remember basic human anatomy. His memory has plenty of holes missing, seeing as the virus Reinholdt injected him with had a side-effect of erasing memory. But Marciano took good time into building Enshadu, his new body. So E doesn't believe that. Lie on the slab so you can reconfigure my brain into some kind of servant to you? Hah! Hardly. I'm not going to become your pawn. If you want to fight me, attack me...then fine. Because I wouldn't mind taking your organization as my own. All it would take is ending your miserable little life. He begins to pull out his lightning blades quickly, but just holds the first pair at his sides. So...Day, are you really goin' to risk all this over a stolen clone?



)(I'm sorry, I don't know what a hydratroll is. Could you give me a link or a description of yours?)(

Zane takes a small step forward, reaching for something tucked behind his belt.
Leave. Now.


"Gotta be something or someone important, but those only die if people let you and then people mock you for failing to kill the thing or person they decided you won't kill. It's a very weird system, filled with a cycle of jerkisms. But I'd recommend against fire. That's Zane's shtick and having master and minion following the same motif is redundant and negates the latter's point of existing. So basically anything but fire, though things being on fire can be a coincidental side effect."

Enshadu nods slowly. You are correct! But...who? Or what? It's awfully difficult to kill an important person...and no one cares if you kill some nobody who isn't important to anything. Wait....do you know if any powerful....powerful villains have ever been locked away somewhere? Has that ever happened?

[Reinholdt]

"I think some Oblivion guy or something got sealed away. Heard he had dust armor. Sounded pretty cool to me, but I didn't pay that much attention. Couldn't give you specifics." Or won't. "Then there was that stars is right thing a while back where people sealed away elder evils or somesuch."

"Then there are others who have been driven into hiding because the heroes are too overpowered. Like Gordon or Nomlas. But I wouldn't expect any of them to help you."

"And if you go out of your way killing a bunch of low powered nobodies, you could always get the high powered somebodies to attack you for it, being all teary eyed and raging over it. Always a decent strategy." Twice the fun for half the effort!

[Hattish Thing]

"I think some Oblivion guy or something got sealed away. Heard he had dust armor. Sounded pretty cool to me, but I didn't pay that much attention. Couldn't give you specifics." Or won't. "Then there was that stars is right thing a while back where people sealed away elder evils or somesuch."

"Then there are others who have been driven into hiding because the heroes are too overpowered. Like Gordon or Nomlas. But I wouldn't expect any of them to help you."

"And if you go out of your way killing a bunch of low powered nobodies, you could always get the high powered somebodies to attack you for it, being all teary eyed and raging over it. Always a decent strategy." Twice the fun for half the effort!

Enshadu does hear and pays close attention to the information about Oblivion. Oblivion...who was he? The name sounds familiar...I think I might have heard it. You don't know much about him? Hmm...who would? Nah...eldritch evils are no fun, they always go do their own thing. Well, I am certainly no overpowered hero, perhaps they would talk to me...now, I know about Gordon. There was a fight over AMEN's power. Um...he lost along with...some dragon thing? I dunno. I thought Gordon died. Perhaps I can help him? Nomlas? I'm aware. I tried to kill nobodies at Trog's...it didn't work the way I expected it to, got way too many highpowered asskickers on me. Destroyed my first suit...it was bad. Hmm...not Mallside, not Trog's...where?

[Reinholdt]

"Hey I'm not here to make all the decisions for you."

"You should go out in the world and learn how to get information from people before you kill them."

[Hattish Thing]

"Hey I'm not here to make all the decisions for you."

"You should go out in the world and learn how to get information from people before you kill them."

Explosives have always been my thing...hm, perhaps I should bomb something or someone. But someone important....it doesn't have to kill them strictly, but enough to wound them at least. Or massacre some place. Now, Remnant is currently the most threatening to me. Somehow bomb them...I could just try some kind of invisible mail bomb...Hm, who is the leader of Remnant?

[Reinholdt]

"... Are you still talking to me now or are you talking to yourself? Because I really can't tell." :smallconfused:

He did seem to ignore the whole learn how to ask other people bit.

[Hattish Thing]

"... Are you still talking to me now or are you talking to yourself? Because I really can't tell." :smallconfused:

He did seem to ignore the whole learn how to ask other people bit.

Enshadu often talks to himself and then switches to talking to someone else mid-speech. What? Yes! Of course I am, now...who is the leader of Remnant? Does she have family...relatives...a loved one perhaps?

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Hmph. Let's try approach number two then. "Bub, you can't remember somethin' I said ten seconds after I said it. You're forgettin' stuff. Robots don't forget stuff. Not 'less there's something major faulty in their wiring. Hell, you can't keep your own goals straight. Enshadu's threats go ignored, even scoffed at. There's a wall of muscle between him and the bot, and Day's got nothing if not confidence.

"Here, let's do a test- All ya gotta do is, tell me whatcha were up to on the Wall, oh, five months ago, 'round November, let's say, November the 26th. No lookin' now, you're a robot, so, if you're not glitched up inna head, shouldn't be any problem at all.

[Reinholdt]

"Probably, but you need to do some legwork and figure out this information on your own. Through spies or gossip or breaking and entering or any other method. Being an arch-villain takes effort!"

[Aric Kale]

Zane justs stands there, frustrated and waiting to pounce, Backdraft still circling.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Hmph. Let's try approach number two then. "Bub, you can't remember somethin' I said ten seconds after I said it. You're forgettin' stuff. Robots don't forget stuff. Not 'less there's something major faulty in their wiring. Hell, you can't keep your own goals straight. Enshadu's threats go ignored, even scoffed at. There's a wall of muscle between him and the bot, and Day's got nothing if not confidence.

"Here, let's do a test- All ya gotta do is, tell me whatcha were up to on the Wall, oh, five months ago, 'round November, let's say, November the 26th. No lookin' now, you're a robot, so, if you're not glitched up inna head, shouldn't be any problem at all.

Enshadu chuckles softly, before pausing. Day was right, he had been having memory issues. Reinholdt's virus had done absolutely nothing originally, but the virus was getting worse, and Enshadu had begun to get worried about it. Um....I don't remember ever posting on the wall on November. I believe I was asking Zane to post on the wall for me, because I was still repairing myself. You're correct, I'm not supposed to forget things, it's Reinholdt's damn fault. Annoying little man...Kinda like you. I'm looking for a way to stop the virus. I am glitched, I do have a virus. But I am not going to let you turn me into some kind of minion for you! He then reaches for his other two lightning blades, while simultaneously raising his first two upwards. Now, simple...listen to me. We can go see how everything is going with the Magtok Mission thing, or we can kill eachother.

Meanwhile, with Calublufiok

Hah....right, of course. I'll just have to go disguised...I've created an android, much like me except under my command. Obedient, and deceptive. He will ask to join Remnant, gain their trust. What should I call him? Want to meet him?

[Reinholdt]

"Sure, I'll meet him. Don't know why everyone wants me to come up with the names, though. Yeesh. You should call him... Adversus Exitus."

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

"Welp." Day shrugs. "I tried." And flipping up the plastic safety cover, he presses his thumb down on the trigger of the miniature electromagnetic bomb he's had concealed in his pocket.

A surge sweeps through the lab, more than likely causing anything electronic; computers, cameras, yes, even robots, to short out. It probably won't kill Enshadu directly. But I can't imagine having all the electricity in his brain pulled out of place will do wonders for his motor control. And then things happen very quickly.

Markus ducks low and lunges forward, bringing out his massive arm to try and clothesline Zane off his feet. At the same time, Probably-not-Argon falls back a step and draws his gun, firing off a rapid double tap aimed at Zane's gut.

Possibly-Argon doesn't waste time on small fry minions. When the EMP goes off he goes straight for Enshadu, the impossibly sharp edge of his shortsword producing a whistling note as it slices through the air on an arc bound for E's neck. Now that Enshadu's made of mundane metal, the blade ought to cut through him like warmed butter.

Daedalus? Daedalus just dives for cover.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

"Welp." Day shrugs. "I tried." And flipping up the plastic safety cover, he presses his thumb down on the trigger of the miniature electromagnetic bomb he's had concealed in his pocket.

A surge sweeps through the lab, more than likely causing anything electronic; computers, cameras, yes, even robots, to short out. It probably won't kill Enshadu directly. But I can't imagine having all the electricity in his brain pulled out of place will do wonders for his motor control. And then things happen very quickly.

Markus ducks low and lunges forward, bringing out his massive arm to try and clothesline Zane off his feet. At the same time, Probably-not-Argon falls back a step and draws his gun, firing off a rapid double tap aimed at Zane's gut.

Possibly-Argon doesn't waste time on small fry minions. When the EMP goes off he goes straight for Enshadu, the impossibly sharp edge of his shortsword producing a whistling note as it slices through the air on an arc bound for E's neck. Now that Enshadu's made of mundane metal, the blade ought to cut through him like warmed butter.

Daedalus? Daedalus just dives for cover.

Well, shoot. Wasn't expecting that. I'm skipping Zane, seeing as Enshadu is very quickly taken out of combat. The bomb goes off, and Enshadu temporarily loses his motor control. He can't even speak before Possibly-Argon cuts his head off. Whee. Enshadu's head goes flying across the room, and his body collapses downwards. He's shut down, possibly dead.

[Aric Kale]

Damn...
Zane will leap backwards and to the side, away from Enshadu, hopefully dodging the hydratroll and the gunfire, while pulling forth a 3 foot long Elementium rod. Three feet of Fearblaze shoot out of either end of this weapon. Oh, and Backdraft, the cyborg/phoenix will come crashing down, possibly on P-Argon's head.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Markus' tail whips about as Zane dodges out of the hydratroll's path, trying to grab the pyromancer around the legs and pull him up into the air. Probably-not-Argon is temporarily excused from the fight, clutching the horribly burnt patch of flesh on his face where Backdraft struck him on it's way to the grout,

Possibly-Argon continues his work regardless of the others, trying to drive the blade through Enshadu's chest at three different points, in case the cyborg attempts to stop being dead anytime soon.

[Hattish Thing]

"Sure, I'll meet him. Don't know why everyone wants me to come up with the names, though. Yeesh. You should call him... Adversus Exitus."

Enshadu just smiles and nods. Adversus. We can have his human name be Addy. Explosives were always my thing, I mean....the mail bombs were kinda lame, I admit. But...hey. Now, do you know any weapons dealer's? In the Nexus? Shady ones preferably?

The Surgical Room

Enshadu's shut down already! He's not getting back up! The blade already was overkill. :smalltongue: A normal sword could have shut him down.

[Aric Kale]

Zane splits the rod at the center, now duel wielding blades of fearblaze. He'll attempt to slash at the tail aimed for his legs, if it has no effect, he'll be grabbed...

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Room

The fearblaze isn't entirely ineffective, but it doesn't really do more than sear the hydratroll's outer layer of scales. So, in all likelyhood, Zane's been grabbed..

... Which will likely lead to him being repeatedly smashed into the nearest wall until he stops moving.

[Aric Kale]

Zane is smashed into a wall repeatedly, he slowly loses consciousness. Meanwhile, the Phoenix slowly starts to reboot, its wings shifting ever so slightly.

[Reinholdt]

Enshadu just smiles and nods. Adversus. We can have his human name be Addy. Explosives were always my thing, I mean....the mail bombs were kinda lame, I admit. But...hey. Now, do you know any weapons dealer's? In the Nexus? Shady ones preferably?

"Erin's Emporium is as shady as they come. Also, should I be going forward in your continuity to when you get beheaded or am I just hanging around here?"

[Hattish Thing]

"Erin's Emporium is as shady as they come. Also, should I be going forward in your continuity to when you get beheaded or am I just hanging around here?"

Erin's, alright...I"ll head there next. And, no you shouldn't. That coninuity occurs before we met, I've already talked to Third about what's going to happen and nothing really changed save loyalties. So, this is after that continuity. I get un-beheaded and stuff. Anyay, okay...I need to make an agenda!

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Room

After giving Zane a few more introductions with the wall, just to be sure, Markus loops his tail over the minion's chest and neck and starts to squeeze down, like a boa constrictor with it's prey. Shouldn't be long before bones start breaking and the organs beneath are crushed, so unless Zane has some way to survive that or escape before it happens, I think it can be assumed that he's dead.

Meanwhile, Probably-not-Argon catches sight of the pheonix's twitching from the corner of his good eye. Oh no. No you don't. Turning his pistol on the downed bird, he fires twice, then twice more times if that's not enough.

[Aric Kale]

Death. So much death right now.

[Hattish Thing]

Death. So much death right now.

Well, Zane is dead for now. Enshadu is one the ground, alive but shut down while his systems repair themselves very quickly. His head still functions. Well, well, well. That was just cowardly you little turd, Day. That wasn't nice at all.

[Reinholdt]

"Yes. Because that's what every robot needs to keep track of his plans. A day planner."

All the sarcasm.

[Hattish Thing]

"Yes. Because that's what every robot needs to keep track of his plans. A day planner."

All the sarcasm.

Enshadu just growls. That was a sore subject. Well, due to that damned cat-man I have some kind of virus in my head eating away at my memory. I don't want to forget an important mission. I plan on blowing up that clocktower in inside, with a hostage.

[Reinholdt]

"I assure you, whatever you think you fought was no cat-man. Have you ever thought about using all this really high-tech sophisticated equipment for curing yourself of the virus, or is all this just to make weapons?"

[Hattish Thing]

"I assure you, whatever you think you fought was no cat-man. Have you ever thought about using all this really high-tech sophisticated equipment for curing yourself of the virus, or is all this just to make weapons?"

Huh? He was called Reinholdt. Damned nuisance, he's going to die next time I see him. Maybe he already is dead. I can't. To cure this virus would require I shut myself down, which is not only painful, but It's a very long process. And I fear I might forget how to reactivate myself...

[Reinholdt]

Calublufiok shrugs. "I could always reactivate you. And trust me, if you met the real Rein, you'd not be alive. Running. Whatever."

Reinholdt Prime hasn't been seen in a suuuuuuper long time though.

[Hattish Thing]

Calublufiok shrugs. "I could always reactivate you. And trust me, if you met the real Rein, you'd not be alive. Running. Whatever."

Reinholdt Prime hasn't been seen in a suuuuuuper long time though.

Enshadu frowns. IF you reactivated me. IF. You could just as easily leave me there and take control of this factory. You know, I've realized something...it's better to blow up objects than try to attack people. You have a better chance of living. The real REinholdt? What do you mean? I did. I almost killed him. Heh.

[Reinholdt]

"I could just as easily do that with or without you being deactivated." Calublufiok claims.

"I, uh, guess blowing up objects is easier anyways." Doesn't know about better.

[Hattish Thing]

"I could just as easily do that with or without you being deactivated." Calublufiok claims.

"I, uh, guess blowing up objects is easier anyways." Doesn't know about better.

Oh? You think so? Hm.

It'll at least attract attention, and this Clock Tower thing will be seen across the nexus. A warning....heheh.

[Reinholdt]

"To remember to wind your watch (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4YuqjsVhfo) properly?"

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Self-repairing, huh? That's not about to fly. Possibly-Argon will try punching a few more holes in the chassis and cutting away any remaining limbs, see if that slows Enshadu's repairs down any.

"Pfff. Why do I care what a loser says 'bout me? Loooser. That's what'cha are an' all ya are, rustbucket." Crawling out from the under the table and brushing his labcoat clean, Fay smirks at the disembodied chrome dome. "But hey, geddit out while ya can. 'cause inna second, you're gonna be dancing to my tune and jumpin' on my say-so and likin' it."

Now, time to find what passes for a computing center in here. Fishing a pack of matches out of his pockets, Daedalus lights one and tosses it at the goop sealing the door. It barely touches before the adhesive ignites, roaring up in a blue-green flame for a second before dying down to nothing and leaving the door open.

Carefully, he opens the door and peaks out.

[Aric Kale]

The hydratroll might notice thst Zane's body is hot. unnaturally hot...steaming hot. Why? And the blood leaking from his head is steaming...

[Reinholdt]

There is a simple unintended consequence to using a seemingly-abandoned factory as a base.

If it's at all good at looking abandoned, someone else might try to claim it for themselves.

Given the situation facing Riverside in the near future (read: AMEN plague attack), a particular business active in the city and Westside in particular (read: Evolution Industries), and the fact that the owner of said business (read: DC) is well-aware of the aforementioned future problems and is acting to counteract them with his business via producing and selling large numbers of environmental suits (http://www.giantitp.com/forums/showpost.php?p=14710137&postcount=862), it should be no surprise that said business owner just flew in and landed inside the fenced-off area containing the factory itself.

So now there is a well-known psychic/executive/WATCHTOWER leader in a business suit banging on the front door to see if anyone's home. Apparently he feels like being polite and checking first instead of just trying to force his way in.

If there's no response, after a reasonable amount of time he'll just try opening the door. Assuming it is still locked, only then will he resort to attempting to telekinetically tear the door open.

(Naturally, anything in that last part can be interrupted if there is, in fact, a response or the door is not actually locked for whatever reason. Just thought I'd set it up like that to avoid wasting effort on 'nothing happens' or 'it's locked' posts.)

There is a response after the first knock. Why a brief BAZAM and Calublufiok is there, leaning against the wall just next to the door.

"Hey there Fearful One. Long time no see."

"So the guy inside here who owns this place is still learning the ropes. One of the things he's learning about is plot clones. When to have them, when to not. How they affect continuities. Ect. Ect. We all know plot clones are fine until something major happens to affect character. For instance, a changing of loyalties, which changes ones plans, which changes personality, which changes a whole lot of things and might make future conversations and actions moot, especially since its been established to be happening in the past. From all my understanding of what's going on and in an effort to not fracture time any further than its already been, I'm going to request that you kindly wait on busting that door down until this guy's major interaction with TE is done or mostly done. Heck, doubly so since it could end being TE's factory and we really should find out before preceding any further. It's a reasonable request, right? We both know that whether you have this factory or not won't actually affect how many suits you produce. Not to mention neither one of us want our 'can't ever lose' characters to get in a fight again. Even I myself plan on hopping out of a conversation for a bit."

"So I'm just asking you kindly to wait, if you wouldn't mind."

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Self-repairing, huh? That's not about to fly. Possibly-Argon will try punching a few more holes in the chassis and cutting away any remaining limbs, see if that slows Enshadu's repairs down any.

"Pfff. Why do I care what a loser says 'bout me? Loooser. That's what'cha are an' all ya are, rustbucket." Crawling out from the under the table and brushing his labcoat clean, Fay smirks at the disembodied chrome dome. "But hey, geddit out while ya can. 'cause inna second, you're gonna be dancing to my tune and jumpin' on my say-so and likin' it."

Now, time to find what passes for a computing center in here. Fishing a pack of matches out of his pockets, Daedalus lights one and tosses it at the goop sealing the door. It barely touches before the adhesive ignites, roaring up in a blue-green flame for a second before dying down to nothing and leaving the door open.

Carefully, he opens the door and peaks out.

Enshadu just rolls his eyes and continues to speak. His circuits are repairing, his wires are reconnecting, and his metal armor seems to be even regrowing, like his metal is filling up holes. That's... technically impossible. So is the Nexus. Oh, then limbs are chopped off. Fun. Well, that'll make the process about a day longer than it's supposed to be. My program adapts, genius. You can't permanently reprogram me. Maybe for a few weeks, at most. But after that I'll be back to plain ol' me, and I won't be happy. When tha' appensYou should prob....probab...probib...Good shot....ass... Enshadu's head then shuts down for repairs.

The current main computing room is the chrome mirrored room guarded by Defense Mechanisms Zeta and Beta. BAD idea to go in there, but there is a computer in Enshadu's Repair and Upgrade Laboratory. There is a door labelled this across the hall. There's also several machines standing in front of the door, which immediately fire at Day. There are two machines that look lime humans with abnormally large arms. The first appears to be a riot soldier, wielding a massive clear shield and a large chrome gun on his shoulder. He's to the left of the door, there's a soldier with a helmet, white body armor, and two massive fists right in front of it, and a soldier with a massive two handed heavyarm E14 aimed. The ones with gun fire, and the combat machine moves to assure he's not shot.


Meanwhile, Several Days Afterwards, Talking To Cal.

Wind their watches? Um...no. Not really.

(DC, to make sure this interaction makes sense, I'm going to ask to hold it off for a while, until the stuff with Third has been cleared up. :smallsmile:)

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Yikes!

Day flattens himself against the wall and throws the door shut again, just in time for it to be torn into splinters by the oncoming fire. No doubt a good bit of the lab's blasted apart as well, and the Excelsior troops scramble to get out of the way, cover being no help against the E14 rifles.

Unfortunately, Day only brought enough EMP goodness for one batch of 'bots.


But he does have the smoking corpse of a dead pyromancer that's about to go critical. While the rest go running, Markus steps in front of the doorway and, with a flick of his tail, lobs Zane's remains at the robotic troopers.

[Reinholdt]

"Right. Well good luck with that." Calublfiok's clothes disappear in favor of a bathing suit, sunglasses, and a beach ball.

"I'm going to the beach." With that he disappears.

[Aric Kale]

Zane's carcass is hurled, quite possible burning Markus' tail, and should hit the bots. If they are elementium, there should be some melting right about now...

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Yikes!

Day flattens himself against the wall and throws the door shut again, just in time for it to be torn into splinters by the oncoming fire. No doubt a good bit of the lab's blasted apart as well, and the Excelsior troops scramble to get out of the way, cover being no help against the E14 rifles.

Unfortunately, Day only brought enough EMP goodness for one batch of 'bots.


But he does have the smoking corpse of a dead pyromancer that's about to go critical. While the rest go running, Markus steps in front of the doorway and, with a flick of his tail, lobs Zane's remains at the robotic troopers.

All of the robots are wearing a white and navy version of this suit: http://i01.i.aliimg.com/img/pb/244/625/261/1281343307601_hz-myalibaba-web6_7187.jpg

Yup, the room where everyone is standing in is blasted. The entire right wall is blasted by the robot wielding the Heavyarms. A massive laser burst flies out of the Heavyarms and is firing for about five seconds before the blast dies away. The laser burst is yellow and about as thick as a cannonball. It's a very strong and powerful blast, from a very powerful weapon. This blast melts non-organic substances, and vaporizes organic objects. The defenses of The Factory have been called, so unless Day gets Enshadu's password pretty quick, more security robots will start filling in. The robot wielding the Heavyarm begins to recharge his gun, which takes a few seconds. (Note: The Heavyarm weapon is a boosted two-handed version of the E14, if that helps.

The Melee Defense System droid begins charging towards Markus, ignoring anything hitting him for now. It's grapefruit sized fists are very hard and are spiked. It's fists are just chrome balls with spikes all over it. So it can't grab, but it can punch hard. It's white armor is spiked as well, meant to tear into his oppponent. Sure enough, he charges into the room and attempts to bull rush Marlus inside while attempting to punch Markus into a bloody pulp, however he is covered in Zane goo, so whatever that does will rely on Zane's player to post. (EDIT:) Okay, he's not elementium, merely metal. Same effect I suppose, well he's slowly beginning to melt, not a lot of blood got on him though. He still charges though, but now he's extremely hot.) ((He'll shut down or self-destruct soon.))

The Riot Trooper moves inside the room with his shield up and ready. He fires his E14 at Possibly-Argon. He seems to be the leader, in fact his helmet has a little gold F on it. There's also some kind of walky-talky on his belt which buzzes in odd blips, some kind of communication. The sounds of footsteps can be heard as more of the Defense Robots run down the halls, but they're going to be a while. The Riot Trooper raises his shield as he fires to avoid any kind of shot back. He also speaks. Surrender intruders or be terminated. Drop your arms, and get on the ground. You are t- Then his voice fades out to be replaced with a familiar one. I can communicate through any of my soldiers. Much like your hivemind, Day. So...you blew up my body....nice job. I'll repair in time. Do humans like you repair? I don't know. The rest of the security team is on the way. So, hurry up and die.

(The actions of the two robots wielding guns only occur if the melle robot moves Markus.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

The Melee Defense System charges, and Markus doesn't give an inch. The robotic brawler drives a hard right hook into his gut, throws a left jab to his jaw, railing a flurry of punches against the hydratroll's colossal bulk. And all with no more reaction from Markus than an angry grunt as the barbed fists puncture his bulletproof scales, and the strike to his chin forcing him to turn away slightly.

Because what damage the MDS can inflict in blunt trauma to tissue and organs and the largely negligible piercing of the spikes, it isn't enough to stop a creature that's meant to go on fighting even when half it's limbs and it's skull have been forcibly detached And he's not about to stand there and absorb punishment without returning in kind either.

With a roar, Markus grabs for the robot's arms at just beneath the shoulder, where there couldn't logically be any spiked without disrupting the MDS' ability to do what it does. And assuming that succeeds, he's going to pull it into the air and hurl it right back at it's friends.

And that's not the only thing headed their way. Vaulting over the (largely useless) cover of an overturned table, Possibly-Argon ducks beneath what little remains of the demolished wall and hurls an adhesive grenade over, also on course for the two Shooty-Bots hanging back. Not only should the glue bomb hold them in place and hopefully jam up their two-man artillery barrage, it's also flammable. And with Zane's corpse leaking fearblaze, and highly unstable chemicals flooding the hallway, why, the scene's all set for a barbecue.

And that's not all. Daedalus might not be much good in a fight, but he'll see what he can do about ending this one. Grabbing Enshadu's head and pulling it behind the table with him, he tries to find the screws or an access panel or barring that, just pry the damn thing open with his scalpel.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

The Melee Defense System charges, and Markus doesn't give an inch. The robotic brawler drives a hard right hook into his gut, throws a left jab to his jaw, railing a flurry of punches against the hydratroll's colossal bulk. And all with no more reaction from Markus than an angry grunt as the barbed fists puncture his bulletproof scales, and the strike to his chin forcing him to turn away slightly.

Because what damage the MDS can inflict in blunt trauma to tissue and organs and the largely negligible piercing of the spikes, it isn't enough to stop a creature that's meant to go on fighting even when half it's limbs and it's skull have been forcibly detached And he's not about to stand there and absorb punishment without returning in kind either.

With a roar, Markus grabs for the robot's arms at just beneath the shoulder, where there couldn't logically be any spiked without disrupting the MDS' ability to do what it does. And assuming that succeeds, he's going to pull it into the air and hurl it right back at it's friends.

And that's not the only thing headed their way. Vaulting over the (largely useless) cover of an overturned table, Possibly-Argon ducks beneath what little remains of the demolished wall and hurls an adhesive grenade over, also on course for the two Shooty-Bots hanging back. Not only should the glue bomb hold them in place and hopefully jam up their two-man artillery barrage, it's also flammable. And with Zane's corpse leaking fearblaze, and highly unstable chemicals flooding the hallway, why, the scene's all set for a barbecue.

And that's not all. Daedalus might not be much good in a fight, but he'll see what he can do about ending this one. Grabbing Enshadu's head and pulling it behind the table with him, he tries to find the screws or an access panel or barring that, just pry the damn thing open with his scalpel.

The Combat Defense System is confused. Normally its punches could dent a wall, but it's done hardly anything to Markus. It begins to aim a punch right for Markus's teeth, when the giant lizardish thing picks him up and throws him on the ground by the three. Sure enough, it lands there and there's a cracking sound as it's helmet's visor cracks and black liquid begins dripping out of it.

The artillery barrage looks at the grenade and in a matter of milliseconds decides on the best response. The Riot Trooper moves in front of the Heavyarms and raises his shield up powerfully. Sure enough, the glue grenade holds him in place, and jams his E14. And, whenever Zane posts. there's going to be a massive explosion in the hallway. The combination of flammable goo, Zane's fire, and the chemicals floating around is a bad thing. Well, two robots down, one still up. This one decides that blasting through his friend is a good idea, as long as the blast hits Markus, only....The Heavyarms does not know the glue is flammable.

He fires the stream of powerful laser out of his weapon, and sure enough, it goes through the Riot Trooper like butter, and might even hit Markus. However, the glue catches on fire, and BOOM! Toasted robots.The explosion is impressive and blackens the faded chrome walls, as well as send half-melted machinery about the hall. All is silent, except for the faint march of many more robots running towards the location. They'll be here in about five minutes. A good long time.

There is in fact a panel on the back of his head. It's covered in fake hair, but can easily be opened with his scalpel. It reveals incredibly complicated looking machinery in the back, as well as a small purple microchip. He can easily snap it out, if he wants to.

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Disconnecting the chip sounds good, preferably without damaging it.

[Hattish Thing]

The Surgical Wing

That'll do, pig. That'll do.

The lights in The Factory dim down and only glow very faintly. The computer shuts down and locks, the Security Systems all shut down, including the twenty-seven Security Officers running down the hall. Normally, the E-chip would attempt to take control of Day and almost surely make his brown explode or something, but it doesn't. Maybe that's due to the damage to Enshadu's body? Who knows. It gets very, very quiet all of the sudden.

[Aric Kale]

Zane explodes amongst all the other loud, boomy, things. Due to the fearblaze which appears to run through his veins, the wall hall way should find itself melting and collapse, effectively stopping all forms of assistance for the time being.

)(As I am dead, feel free to skip me.)(

[ThirdEmperor]

Surgical Wing

Day doesn't know anything about any E-Chip or whatever psychic powers it might possess. But he doesn't like the power shutting off, that's going to make borrowing the computers around here tricky.

Still, nothing ventured...

Markus and Possibly-Argon gathering up the dissembled bits 'n pieces of Enshadu, they head out to find the Labratory with Day happily trailing along, leaving Definitely-not-Argon to hunt through the medical room for some anesthetics.

[Hattish Thing]

Surgical Wing

Day doesn't know anything about any E-Chip or whatever psychic powers it might possess. But he doesn't like the power shutting off, that's going to make borrowing the computers around here tricky.

Still, nothing ventured...

Markus and Possibly-Argon gathering up the dissembled bits 'n pieces of Enshadu, they head out to find the Labratory with Day happily trailing along, leaving Definitely-not-Argon to hunt through the medical room for some anesthetics.

Well, the walls certainly don't melt, the three robots absorbing the explosion, so there's a bunch off half-melted machinery. The other robots are still a while away and shut down. Well, there's a computer in the laboratory which is still online and on. It beeps and awaits Day's touch. The room is very dark, and as soon as they walk in, they can barely see a large machine built into the ceiling, hovering over a special table fit for Enshadu. Anesthetics can be found nicely labelled in a drawer....

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

Enshadu's body, in what state it is, is unceremoniously dumped onto the table. Dropping off the cyborg's head and leaving the chip alongside it, Day starts hunting for a plug-jack or something, some way to access whatever shoddy programs E's running. His bros fan out across the room, Markus checking for security, Probably-Argon examining the computer.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Enshadu's body, in what state it is, is unceremoniously dumped onto the table. Dropping off the cyborg's head and leaving the chip alongside it, Day starts hunting for a plug-jack or something, some way to access whatever shoddy programs E's running. His bros fan out across the room, Markus checking for security, Probably-Argon examining the computer.

Mhm, there's another little area where his scalp can be removed, revealing his chrome "skull" with flashing buttons of multicolored light. There's also a plug jack meant to access Enshadu's programming, it's burnt, as is his chrome skull. He can't heal there. That's probably not the problem though. Anyway, his body is dumped, and the many armed machine above the table moves faintly, obviously it's not powered by the factory's main grid. Instead, it has a large battery. It's arms extend down slowly, but do not attack. It's arms merely begin to rearrange Enshadu's pieces, beginning to repair him, which is it's job. Except Enshadu has no head in the pile, or chip, so he won't be functional. They could easily break the many-armed machine. It doesn't attack.

Security-wise, the room is empty. And the computer is vey large, but seems normal. It has a blank screensaver.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

Hmmm.

Day sets the skull aside, out of the machine's reach, and begins examining the rest of Enshadu. If he's lucky there'll be a jack on the main chassis and he won't have to risk booting E up again.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Hmmm.

Day sets the skull aside, out of the machine's reach, and begins examining the rest of Enshadu. If he's lucky there'll be a jack on the main chassis and he won't have to risk booting E up again.

There is, Enshadu is rather easy to reprogram, surprisingly. The machine begins repairing limbs and re-attaching them slowly, letting Enshadu's body repair itself as it works as well. It will be remarkably easy to reprogram him.

[Reinholdt]

Calublufiok reappears out of nowhere, possibly startling the room's occupants (which appears to be Day?). He's currently wearing a top hat and monocle and carrying a glass of brandy. "Oh ho ho, Mister Burns, you are a classic one. You'll be a Magsical soon enough I hope."

He glances around. "Oi. Are we changing hands already?" He takes a sip of brandy and adjusts his monocle (all the most powerful wizards wear monocles). "Is this going to be a weekly thing? I can't tell if that'd be dreadfully annoying or terribly exciting."

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

((Turns out the timeline's a wee bit screwy, so, let's just roll with it.))

Calubofiok just blinked into existence, about three feet from where Day's standing.

That's....


Yeah. That's the kind of the thing that gives people heart-attacks.

Not Day though. If Day's surprised, he gets over it about as fast as it takes him to process that, yes, that actually just happened and probably isn't one of Enshadu's tricks. Which is about half as long as it takes his brothers to have guns aimed Cal's way. Which isn't very much time at all.

"Oh! Yeah. Yeah, well, what else can you 'spect from ol' Rusty here? Poor guy's a few circuits short, as ya might'a noticed for yourself." Day shrugs, giving his brother at the computer a mental prod to quit staring, lower the weapon and pass him the darn cable, which Argon does, although the gun stays trained on Cal.

"I figure on givin' him a few upgrades, plasterin' some plastique onna inside o' his skull, few restrainin' bolts, few blindspots, th' whole nine yards. Should keep him playin' on our team 'till th' warranty's run out, then, blammo!" Chattering away, Day flips open the access hatch and plugs E's chassis into the computer, before stepping back so the mechanical arms can continue with the rebuilding.

And really, why not. They've been caught off-guard and unprepared by one of the meanest critters walking the Nexus- It's not like Day can really make it worse, so he might as well carry on regardless.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

((Turns out the timeline's a wee bit screwy, so, let's just roll with it.))

Calubofiok just blinked into existence, about three feet from where Day's standing.

That's....


Yeah. That's the kind of the thing that gives people heart-attacks.

Not Day though. If Day's surprised, he gets over it about as fast as it takes him to process that, yes, that actually just happened and probably isn't one of Enshadu's tricks. Which is about half as long as it takes his brothers to have guns aimed Cal's way. Which isn't very much time at all.

"Oh! Yeah. Yeah, well, what else can you 'spect from ol' Rusty here? Poor guy's a few circuits short, as ya might'a noticed for yourself." Day shrugs, giving his brother at the computer a mental prod to quit staring, lower the weapon and pass him the darn cable, which Argon does, although the gun stays trained on Cal.

"I figure on givin' him a few upgrades, plasterin' some plastique onna inside o' his skull, few restrainin' bolts, few blindspots, th' whole nine yards. Should keep him playin' on our team 'till th' warranty's run out, then, blammo!" Chattering away, Day flips open the access hatch and plugs E's chassis into the computer, before stepping back so the mechanical arms can continue with the rebuilding.

And really, why not. They've been caught off-guard and unprepared by one of the meanest critters walking the Nexus- It's not like Day can really make it worse, so he might as well carry on regardless.

Yup, well, the rebuilding goes smoothly and quickly. In about ten more minutes Enshadu will be reassembled by the machine, minus the head. Okay, Enshadu's head is plugged into the computer by the cable. The whole thing can be easily done. Perhaps Calublufiok would save Enshadu, or let him be reprogrammed.....hm.

[Reinholdt]

Laboratory

Well he can make it worse. :smalltongue:
But he hasn't yet, so good on him.

Enshadu's still around. There's nothing to save.

"Which team is that again?" Calublufiok asks, before tossing his top hat to the corner, whereupon it lands and a bunny forms under it. A perfectly normal bunny. Pay it no heed.

"Most starting villains had some kinks to work out. Found it particularly hard to reprogram robots in this setting though. Say, could you give him some deathly fear of some totally innocuous thing? I promise to abuse it for my own twisted amusement. And maybe for a lesson or two." But mostly amusement.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

I guess mentioning that he's the guy who's been insulting Cal over the Wall might not go so well. :smalltongue:

"Mmmmaaaybe." Day leans back against a handy whatever, letting his brother handle the programming for now. Being blind on the usual spectrum of colors makes using computers a bit tricky for him. Lucky for him, he's got a whole army of bros with no such weaknesses, and he's here to walk 'em through the steps.

"See, much 's making Rusty deathly 'fraid of showtunes might tickle me, I'm kinda running a gig here. Gotta handle my obligations 'fore I can start goofing 'round, ya understand."

Before actually trying to change anything, Argon will first do a quick sweep of the various programs Enshadu's skull is running, their purposes, and any malfunctions among them.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Well, it would take ages and ages of time to write every program Enshadu is running, since he's running massive amounts of 'em. But the damaged ones are the programs that run memory. There's some kind of virus that has been eating away at those programs. It should be easy to simply remove the virus or put up a firewall against it. The virus deletes the memory and makes up it's own, hence Enshadu's recent logic issues. It is easy to delete the corrupted memories.

[Reinholdt]

Laboratory

I suspect Calublufiok already knows.

Speaking of which, he peers intently at Day. A peer so chilling, it's clear he's contemplating on whether to threaten him with steadily increasing excruciating pain until Day relents and does as told, or just imploding Day on the spot for his impudence, or some other thing.

In the end Cal just mildly snorts. "I'll let it go, only because I think it'll be equally hilarious to watch your own plans for this crash and burn spectacularly."

"Carry on."

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

Day isn't especially frightened. Or maybe he is, but he doesn't let it show. "Oh there's gonna be crashin' an burnin' alright but I don't think it's gonna be the way ya think it is. Gonna crash an burn Maggie's fortress right down on his dumb metal head, that's how it's gonna be, an you see if I don't just deliver on that promise."

Now, what would be the point to just deleting the virus. No, Day and his brothers want to study it. Enshadu made the mistake of telling them that his programs would eventually rewrite whatever they do, but, somehow the virus is still effecting him. Logically, that means there's a way past those rewrites.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Day isn't especially frightened. Or maybe he is, but he doesn't let it show. "Oh there's gonna be crashin' an burnin' alright but I don't think it's gonna be the way ya think it is. Gonna crash an burn Maggie's fortress right down on his dumb metal head, that's how it's gonna be, an you see if I don't just deliver on that promise."

Now, what would be the point to just deleting the virus. No, Day and his brothers want to study it. Enshadu made the mistake of telling them that his programs would eventually rewrite whatever they do, but, somehow the virus is still effecting him. Logically, that means there's a way past those rewrites.


There is a way past the rewrites, the only reason the virus ever got in is because Reinholdt almost killed him. Enshadu's firewall systems had been shut down, he was defenseless, and like how someone injured can contract diseases much easier, he got a virus that his firewalls would normally destroy. The virus didn't bypass rewrites, it's just a very powerful virus, and now that it's gotten a lot stronger, his firewall systems have had trouble destroying it. In time, Enshadu's systems would have adapted and destroyed it, but he has already lost a good 4% memory. So the virus never bypassed the rewrites. Now that he's shut down the virus can be easily deleted, he was just too paranoid to let anyone shut him down.

[Reinholdt]

Laboratory

Part of the reason he didn't bother. People around here are boring. Never get scared of anything.

"The half-villain? Why?" Seems a colossal waste of time! Though the size of any resulting dust cloud is indirectly proportional to the amount of time wasted.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"My brother died fighting him an it's really the principal of th' thing- Making an example outta Mags so people know not t' mess with us." Not to mention getting Prometheus out of stasis has proven ludicrously difficult, and the irritation alone would be worth a stompdown going by Excelsior's measure.

They're rather easily annoyed people. :smalltongue:


Meh. No point in bothering with the virus then, so it'll stay around for now. The next order of business is figuring out how E's programs are sorted or finding a directory so they can determine what line of code does what.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"My brother died fighting him an it's really the principal of th' thing- Making an example outta Mags so people know not t' mess with us." Not to mention getting Prometheus out of stasis has proven ludicrously difficult, and the irritation alone would be worth a stompdown going by Excelsior's measure.

They're rather easily annoyed people. :smalltongue:


Meh. No point in bothering with the virus then, so it'll stay around for now. The next order of business is figuring out how E's programs are sorted or finding a directory so they can determine what line of code does what.

Mhm, a directory is easily available. It's kinda strange how easy this all is. He can be easily programmed to obey Day's commands.

[Reinholdt]

Laboratory

"Yep. People won't mess with you if you take out the half-villain. Definitely."
Calublufiok manages to hold in the uproarious laughter.
Barely.

At least the first reason's reasonable enough.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"I'm not sayin' it'll work. I'm sayin' it's gotta be done an when we do it t' th' next guy an the guy after him, then they might start catching on. 'sides, th' dummies runnin' Inside've let him on their little council so we can say we killed one'a their leaders."
Day restrains himself from pointing out how Mags managed to help stomp on Cal the last time the apoca-nutter showed his face in these parts.
Barely.


And that's.....
Worrisome. Not as worrisome as the lich in the room but well in the running for second place. So, they're not going to program Enshadu to do anything. Not yet. They're going to start by setting a few blindspots. Like, for starters, making it so E's rewrites shouldn't be able to detect the presence of any of their reprogramming.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"I'm not sayin' it'll work. I'm sayin' it's gotta be done an when we do it t' th' next guy an the guy after him, then they might start catching on. 'sides, th' dummies runnin' Inside've let him on their little council so we can say we killed one'a their leaders."
Day restrains himself from pointing out how Mags managed to help stomp on Cal the last time the apoca-nutter showed his face in these parts.
Barely.


And that's.....
Worrisome. Not as worrisome as the lich in the room but well in the running for second place. So, they're not going to program Enshadu to do anything. Not yet. They're going to start by setting a few blindspots. Like, for starters, making it so E's rewrites shouldn't be able to detect the presence of any of their reprogramming.

Yup yup, easily done. The blind-spots are easily set, so Enshadu wil not notice anything was different until something or someone reminds him of what's currently happening, almost like a person reminding someone of lost history. If Enshadu does something that reminds him of a certain thing, it might trigger complete memory realization. For example, finally killing Magtok.

[Reinholdt]

Laboratory

"Good luck with that."
Calublfiok disappears again.

The rabbit sticks around though. It's totally normal though and despite the adorable top hat, probably going to get murdered viscerally real soon.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

Now, the stupid thing to do now would be to breath a sigh of relief.
Nuh-uh. Not going to happen.
Day isn't even going to pretend they're safe until they're behind a solid antiteleport field and armed to the teeth.


Which means finishing things up quick with Enshadu. So let's just do a quick run through of the modifications they're making, shall we?

Step I: Searching, thoroughly, for any blindspots or hidden code Marciano and Co. might have wired into his silicon brain.

Step II: Install keywords to make Enshadu shut up, shut down or give him a sharp jolt of the closest he can feel to 'pain' when spoken by any of them.

Step III: Rig him up to be entirely loyal to Excelsior, removing in the process any remaining loyalties to his creators.

Step IV: Remove any programming directing Enshadu towards apocalyptic endeavors.

Step V: Here's the tricky part- Fiddling with his recognition software so he can't recognize Magtok. Not in the sense of forgetting who Magtok is or not being able to put a face to the name, but in the sense that all his 'kill Magtok' wiring shouldn't be triggered by it. Hopefully this will also keep him from snapping out of it if he kills one of the Mags.

Step VI: Install some viruses to reinstate all this programming should Enshadu's original orders resurface.

Step VII: Get a list of all of Enshadu's functions from the directory.

Step VII: Check and double-check everything.

Step VIII: Remove the original virus.

Step IX: Line the inside of Enshadu's skull with plastic explosive.

Step X: Plug in his chassis and repeat all previous steps to make sure they match up.

Step XI: Figure out what precisely is responsible for the continual rewrites of Enshadu's programming.


Oh, and Markus will give the bunny-rabbit a few good stomps.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Now, the stupid thing to do now would be to breath a sigh of relief.
Nuh-uh. Not going to happen.
Day isn't even going to pretend they're safe until they're behind a solid antiteleport field and armed to the teeth.


Which means finishing things up quick with Enshadu. So let's just do a quick run through of the modifications they're making, shall we?

Step I: Searching, thoroughly, for any blindspots or hidden code Marciano and Co. might have wired into his silicon brain.

Step II: Install keywords to make Enshadu shut up, shut down or give him a sharp jolt of the closest he can feel to 'pain' when spoken by any of them.

Step III: Rig him up to be entirely loyal to Excelsior, removing in the process any remaining loyalties to his creators.

Step IV: Remove any programming directing Enshadu towards apocalyptic endeavors.

Step V: Here's the tricky part- Fiddling with his recognition software so he can't recognize Magtok. Not in the sense of forgetting who Magtok is or not being able to put a face to the name, but in the sense that all his 'kill Magtok' wiring shouldn't be triggered by it. Hopefully this will also keep him from snapping out of it if he kills one of the Mags.

Step VI: Install some viruses to reinstate all this programming should Enshadu's original orders resurface.

Step VII: Get a list of all of Enshadu's functions from the directory.

Step VII: Check and double-check everything.

Step VIII: Remove the original virus.

Step IX: Line the inside of Enshadu's skull with plastic explosive.

Step X: Plug in his chassis and repeat all previous steps to make sure they match up.

Step XI: Figure out what precisely is responsible for the continual rewrites of Enshadu's programming.


Oh, and Markus will give the bunny-rabbit a few good stomps.

Step I: Oh, Marciano has written every blueprint to every invention he's ever designed in Enshadu's brain. Everything but The Spirit Engine. So, Day will have access to technology years and years ahead of theirs, most likely. How to make E14's, how to melt elementium, how to create holes in the universe that can be moved and expanded, and many other odd weapons of destruction. So, Day hit the jackpot here.

Step II: The Keywords are easily installed, and only operate to Day's voice, and even his thoughts. Enshadu was meant to be able to talk to creatures in their heads as well as through language. Pain is a impossible to do, Enshadu doesn't feel pain. But...There might be some kind of electric pulse that can fry him if he gets too snippy.

Step III: Loyalties are completely reprogrammed. Enshadu remembers who his loyalties were to, and retains memory of his past, but is a servant to Excelsior now. He cannot betray them, attack them, or anything like that without having his entire system shut down.

Step IV: Alright, all Apocalyptic endeavors have been discontinued, but his purpose remains to please his current master. Which means whatever Excelsior wants, he'll do.

Step V: Hm...this'll take a long time, considering one of Enshadu's main purposes was to cause enough pain to Magtok to repay him for the destruction of Marciano's Grand Plan. But, eventually it can be done. He will be unable to snap out of his commands even if he kills Magtok.

All Steps Afterwards: All easily done except for Step XI. The reason his continual rewrites occur, is because he's missing a very important part of him. The Prime E-Chip is missing off of him. The one that Day took out of Enshadu's brain was the extra, much weaker chip. Reynard is currently in possession of the Prime E-Chip. The weaker E-Chip is having issues holding and managing all of Enshadu's programs, and is rewriting them continually in order to make it's load more manageable. There's no solution there but to get the Prime E-Chip from Reynard.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

So, if all of Enshadu's programming is stored on the chassis, what precisely does the E-Chip do? Is it just a glorified USB?

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

So, if all of Enshadu's programming is stored on the chassis, what precisely does the E-Chip do? Is it just a glorified USB?

Yup, exactly that. Except, the Prime E-Chip can hold more information, and has trapped inside it, the consciousness of Mr. Brandt and Marciano Louv're (Cloned).

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

While we're peering into what makes Enshadu tick, what effect precisely do the trapped souls have on E?

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

While we're peering into what makes Enshadu tick, what effect precisely do the trapped souls have on E?

They change Enshadu's personality subtly. For example, whenever Marciano's personality surfaces over his original one, Enshadu has greater violent tendencies and desire to mock others. The souls can also suck other personalities and consciousness into the chip. So, Enshadu would have access to everything about a character, as long as he could take their consciousness. The only downside is that a character's personality sometimes affects Enshasu's actions.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

Guess they'll be installing the chip then, and waiting for Enshadu 2.0 to boot up.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Well, I'm assuming that Day allows Enshadu's head to be placed with the rest of his body. When this happens, the many-armed machine will quickly reattach it and run some diagnostics on Enshadu. As soon as that's over, it reactivates Enshadu. A low humming and whirring sound can be heard throughout the room, and after about a minute Enshadu's eyes light up and his body jolts up. He's lying on the table now, looking very confused. Hey! W-What? Who...What happened? Wait, you! What have you done to me? He wills himself to attack Day, but his programming then reinstates control and tells his consciousness "no". I....can't attack you. You little toa-You...I can't insult you...I...what have you done to me?!

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"xactly what'cha had coming. An you're not allowed t' complain 'bout it either, got that?" Day snaps his fingers, repeating the order mentally to make sure it sticks. "Now, I want ya t' tell me everything there's to know 'bout this place. Defenses, production capacity, resources, personal, an make it snappy."

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"xactly what'cha had coming. An you're not allowed t' complain 'bout it either, got that?" Day snaps his fingers, repeating the order mentally to make sure it sticks. "Now, I want ya t' tell me everything there's to know 'bout this place. Defenses, production capacity, resources, personal, an make it snappy."

Enshadu is about to whine some more but is silenced. Of course, well, sit down and make yourself comfortable. The Factory is defended by a system of robotic guards which respond to my commands, composed of three types; Frontier Heavyarms, Frontier Riot Troopers, and Frontier Combat Sytems. There are cameras located inside every room of The Factory, which can all be viewed from the Main Computer Room. The Main Computer Room is defended by Defense Mechanisms Zeta and Theta. They are both very powerful machines and exact replicas of the Top Security Systems that were located at Louv're Tower.

The Main Computer accesses every project Louv're Laboratories had ever worked on or completed, including The Spirit Engine. It can also deactivate the entire assembly line and all other functions in The Factory. I have a staff of about fifty robotic workers which aid in the creation of elementium weaponry. We are capable of creation on an average twenty-five E14's per day, and one hundred and fifty 'bullets'. We are currently creating Drill-Tanks, E14's, Anti-Teleportation Boards, Anti-Shield grenades, Anti-Magic Grenades, and a Massive Shield Generator Version 3.0, all meant for the siege on the Magcave.

There are also laboratories, surgical research rooms, and prison cells. For any extra information, simply ask the Main Computer. The password for nearly everything in The Factory is "Vidistine Fortunam".

Wait, where's Zane? Daedalus, I formally request permission to repair Zane. He follows my command, and in turn...yours.

[Aric Kale]

Dead...so very dead right now. Why does Zane pick fights with Melee based characters?

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Depends. You don't get to revive him 'less he's under my control. So if you've got any mind control devices lying around now's th' time t' break 'em out." Argon continues fiddling with the computer, trying to find a way to download all the technological blueprints they just got onto a removable drive or disk.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"Depends. You don't get to revive him 'less he's under my control. So if you've got any mind control devices lying around now's th' time t' break 'em out." Argon continues fiddling with the computer, trying to find a way to download all the technological blueprints they just got onto a removable drive or disk.

Enshadu nods. I'll have to repair him, give him a new jaw and back of the skull. I'll also need to replace his longs and left arm. All done, easily. I'll need to put his brain back together anyway, I can easily do that. He listens to me, therefore you. He is under your control, it'll only take me about an hour and a half.

It's pretty easily done, the downloading can easily happen and Day can get the blueprints on a disk.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Later. First off you said "Vidistine Fortunam" was th' password for most'a th' stuff. What's th' rest?" Gotta wake up awfully early in the morning to get that tricksy stuff past Day.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"Later. First off you said "Vidistine Fortunam" was th' password for most'a th' stuff. What's th' rest?" Gotta wake up awfully early in the morning to get that tricksy stuff past Day.

Enshadu frowns, he had hoped to slide that bit of information away from Daedalus. Seeing as it failed, he sighed ad spoke. The other password identifications are "Plague", and the word "Project 601" He groans and sighs. Plague is the front door, and Project 601 is the first part of the identification process to get into my main laboratory.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Right, lessee... You're not allowed t' try an fool us with lies of omission no more 'cause from now on you're required t' volunteer any an all useful info and you're not t' change either of those passwords either." Putting a finger to his chin, Day scrutinizes the robot for a second and thinks, thoughts which shortly produce a very vicious grin. "In fact you're gonna do everything ya can t' help us out an obey any 'n all orders t' the best of your abilities 'cause from here on out you just love workin' for us an can't imagine why you wouldn't want to be a helpful little bot." So much for free agency.

"Not that you're gonna be tellin' no-one 'cause you're not ever t' acknowledge who your bosses are or that they even exist an t' anyone but us and you're t' claim full responsibility for any a' your actions if anyone asks. An that includes stuff like callin' me sir in front'a people or making it totally friggin' obvious. Wha's'more, an I don't think I need t' say this seein' as ya love workin' for us now but I'm gonna anyway just t' be sure, you're not gonna make any attempt t' reprogram yourself in any such manner as t' free yourself from our command or let you ignore mishear misinterpret pervert bungle or stray from th' intent of th' thing in any which way at all, being effective retroactively upon this very one itself, nor are you t' hire order suggest or convey th' desire for another t' do so an you're t' fight any bastards but us who try, got it?"

And maybe it would have been best for Enshadu if he'd have waited a little before trying to betray them. It's sure going to be a lot trickier now.

"Oh!" He snaps his fingers. "An my bros've reminded me t' add that if somethin' does somehow happen or th' happening of it is somehow looming that would let you show any defiance at all t' us or our orders as discussed above, you gotta tell us right quick."

A lot trickier.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"Right, lessee... You're not allowed t' try an fool us with lies of omission no more 'cause from now on you're required t' volunteer any an all useful info and you're not t' change either of those passwords either." Putting a finger to his chin, Day scrutinizes the robot for a second and thinks, thoughts which shortly produce a very vicious grin. "In fact you're gonna do everything ya can t' help us out an obey any 'n all orders t' the best of your abilities 'cause from here on out you just love workin' for us an can't imagine why you wouldn't want to be a helpful little bot." So much for free agency.

"Not that you're gonna be tellin' no-one 'cause you're not ever t' acknowledge who your bosses are or that they even exist an t' anyone but us and you're t' claim full responsibility for any a' your actions if anyone asks. An that includes stuff like callin' me sir in front'a people or making it totally friggin' obvious. Wha's'more, an I don't think I need t' say this seein' as ya love workin' for us now but I'm gonna anyway just t' be sure, you're not gonna make any attempt t' reprogram yourself in any such manner as t' free yourself from our command or let you ignore mishear misinterpret pervert bungle or stray from th' intent of th' thing in any which way at all, being effective retroactively upon this very one itself, nor are you t' hire order suggest or convey th' desire for another t' do so an you're t' fight any bastards but us who try, got it?"

And maybe it would have been best for Enshadu if he'd have waited a little before trying to betray them. It's sure going to be a lot trickier now.

"Oh!" He snaps his fingers. "An my bros've reminded me t' add that if somethin' does somehow happen or th' happening of it is somehow looming that would let you show any defiance at all t' us or our orders as discussed above, you gotta tell us right quick."

A lot trickier.

Enshadu frowns and takes in Day's commands. He nods slowly and digests the rules Day just made. He doesn't quite like what he's hearing, and the other personalities trapped in his E-Chip certainly hate it, but they're silenced. Yes, sir. As you wish "master". Well, I'm going to have my medical droid repair Zane, under your command. I"ll install a version of the E-Chip in my brain and wire it to the commands you gave.

Well, now what, sir? Any commands, anything? You might want to take a look at The Spirit Engine. If you have any plans to actually, you know, seize power or anything, I would advise you try and help me recreate it. The blueprints are on that disc, labelled "The Spirit Engine Version 2.0, Devil's Weapon Patch". Shall I show it to you? He gets up and moves to the computer, typing his password into the computer's archives, pulling up The Spirit Engine blueprints. One question, shall I delete the archives? Shall I explain what it does?

Meanwhile, The Medic Bot frowns and shrugs as it activates in the closet of The Surgical Wing. It begins to open up the closet, and walk out, looking around for Zane. It sees his broken body and quickly strides over. This would be tough, Zane's dead. He lifts up Zane, and his bits of bone and flesh scattered against the wall. It then moves him towards one of the tables. It thinks for a second before taking out some metal parts from a crate under the table. He takes out an arm ending in a gun-like blaster, a metal jaw with very sharp teeth, and a metal mask to bolt onto Zane's head, to keep his brain in place. He also takes out a smaller box with a flashing microchip in it. The chip was made with a copy of Zane's will, just in case something happened. This was going to be interesting.

Assuming it has Enshadu's permission, and Enshadu has Day's permission, it will begin surgery. First it assesses the damage to Zane's cranium, which is pretty much smashed, the back is completely open, showing the insides of his head. The back of his skull lies on the ground across the room. Well, it takes a metal plate and some bolts, and begins to screw a plate into the back of his head, and rubbing some odd fluid that made the skin stick to the plate, making the plate in the back function like normal skin. The plate is very well-made, with artificial veins, but no hair follicles. He then inserts the chip into Zane's plate, which will begin to take control of Zane's brain, though at the moment he's dead.

It then grabs the metal jaw with the sharp teeth. It bolts and installs the jaw into Zane pretty easily, once more using the fluid to make sure Zane's body would accept it. Zane has no teeth, seeing as he knocked all of them out, so it also installs metal, sharp teeth into Zane's fleshy gums, while his jaw remains metal laced with veins. Next he places an artificial eye into Zane, enabling him to see in darkvision, echolocation, infrared, X-Ray vision, and even able to see invisible creatures. Next it installs the mask to cover Zane's face, bolting the dull gray mask in place, making sure everything is attached and in place.

He next installs the metal arm. The metal pieces snap over his armor, much like armor, but with bolts keeping it together. The end of his arm can fire Fearblaze without melting the gun, using powerful resistance magic cast on elementium. Alright, so that stuff will take about an hour probably. Next is giving Zane life! Seeing as Zane is dead, but his personality and mind exist in the chip, Zane could control his corpse. The medical droid plugs a wire into the plate at the back of Zane's head, and a massive flow of electricity enter's Zane, which should start Zane's Chip.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Yeah, unless you can build that inns few days, I'm gonna pass." Superweapons that bring all of hell down on your doorstep are low on the priority list. "I'm more interested in th' normal production schedule. Why are you still producing th' kill-everything guns? Don'tcha have five billion of 'em already?"

These would be the archives Day had a disk copy of, right?

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Yes, those plans are on Day's disk.

Enshadu speaks. Not quite a few days, sir. And it's a lot different than Marciano Louv're's prototype, there is no chance for failure. I've perfected it, and it serves a different purpose.

Yes, the weapon schedule, I hardly have 5 billion, the guns are very difficult to create, and I figured you were bring a large force, so I built a large amount. So far, roughly a hundred I have in stock, and I'm creating a batch of fifty.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Well it ain't no good t' us 'less you can get it done in under'a week." This is rush time, people. If you wanted to bring a giant supergun along you shoulda built it last week. "Now I want you t' cut gun production an switch t' cranking out more robos. How many grenades we got?"

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"Well it ain't no good t' us 'less you can get it done in under'a week." This is rush time, people. If you wanted to bring a giant supergun along you shoulda built it last week. "Now I want you t' cut gun production an switch t' cranking out more robos. How many grenades we got?"

Enshadu nods slowly before speaking. Hear me out? It's...a very useful weapon, capable of....many things. Just read the file when you have the time? I believe you will be impressed...

Alright, changing production schedules....completed. We're working on more robotic soldiers, all equipped with the weapons built. Grenades in stock? About twenty, we can build about ten an hour. They're very powerful weapons, with a large blast radius. They're about the size of a bowling ball, but as light as a baseball.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Later. 'less you can build one for me in less than a week it's gonna have'ta wait." Day's tone is remarkably like one that might be employed in scolding an ill-behaved dog, and he even goes so far as it wave a finger in Enshadu's face. "We don't got th' time for anything but killin' Magtok right now ya got me? So here's what I need you t' do. I'm gonna need all th' spare plastic explosive you've got lyin' 'round the place piled up inna big room an then I'm gonna need all th' robots that ain't needed for th' production line. You're gonna round 'em up an gimme control of 'em an then go get yourself armored 'cause ya ain't no good t' us without an elementium shell."

[Aric Kale]

Aaand Zane's alive. He blinks a few times, getting used to the whole "new metal face" thing. He seems oddly relaxed. He looks over his fancy, new, gun-arm and stands; walking over to the corpse of his bird. Unless stopped, he will ignore everyone in the room and fix the Phoenix. That could take a couple of hours...

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

"Later. 'less you can build one for me in less than a week it's gonna have'ta wait." Day's tone is remarkably like one that might be employed in scolding an ill-behaved dog, and he even goes so far as it wave a finger in Enshadu's face. "We don't got th' time for anything but killin' Magtok right now ya got me? So here's what I need you t' do. I'm gonna need all th' spare plastic explosive you've got lyin' 'round the place piled up inna big room an then I'm gonna need all th' robots that ain't needed for th' production line. You're gonna round 'em up an gimme control of 'em an then go get yourself armored 'cause ya ain't no good t' us without an elementium shell."

Enshadu nods and speaks. Alright, I just advise you after this week and the raid to look over that, or talk to me about it. You'd be impressed. Spare? We have plenty of explosives...We currently have nine crates of plastic explosives, left from Marciano's stock. I had teleported them here, along with some other supplies when I left. Alright, robots....well, the security force plus the ten extra soldiers...I can also put in Colossus. Colossus is a very, very big robot. I'll have them here, the security force is heading here, now. But...um, colossus is stored underneath The Factory, considering he's about twenty-seven feet tall.

He then simply moves to the back of the laboratory, opening a closet and staring at the one elementium chassis left. It's a bit bigger and wider than his last one, with spikes as well as guns built into it. It's an entire body, but while his current one has skin grafted in, this one has no skin or any humanizing features, save a head, four arms, two legs, and a body. It also has a long tail ending in a large metal pincer. He begins to open the back of his head, and pull out the weaker chip, and placing it in the war chassis. His current one slowly shuts down as the war chassis turns on. Mm....Hello, world. This is new.

[ThirdEmperor]

Laboratory

"Nah. Ain't no good t' me if they can't fit in a room or don't have hands." Day's got something specific in mind here, and colossal robots don't quite fit in. "But on th' subject, you got anything else lyin' around that could be useful?"

[Aric Kale]

Zane pipes up, managing to sound both bored and helpful at the same timeWell, I don't know exactly what you have in mind, but once I've finished fixing all the damage your goons have dealt, I have a cyborg Phoenix with the Fearblaze...might come in handy. It can carry immensely heavy loads, possibly even your pet skull-smasher over there. He shrugs, not caring for a reply, and continues his work.

[Hattish Thing]

Laboratory

Possibly, Let's make sure here. We have the anti-teleportation shield to cover the Magcave, a force of about fifty robots, your force, myself, Zane, and whoever you bring. We're armed with DrillTanks, E14's for your force as well as mine, E16's for my Heavyarms, my special grenades...Anything else needed? Magtok might bring reinforcements. I advise we attempt to take control of the cloning tanks first, and send in soldiers. We can create our own reinforcements inside the Magcave.

[ThirdEmperor]

"Well if you've got any controllable an combat ready life forms that can be grown fast enuff to join th' fight then be my guest. Otherwise I got my own plans an they don't involve teleport shields." Although Enshadu can be forgiven for that mistake, considering almost all military operations do in these parts. "Those invisibility-thingies you gave us. Can ya make more?"

[Hattish Thing]

"Well if you've got any controllable an combat ready life forms that can be grown fast enuff to join th' fight then be my guest. Otherwise I got my own plans an they don't involve teleport shields." Although Enshadu can be forgiven for that mistake, considering almost all military operations do in these parts. "Those invisibility-thingies you gave us. Can ya make more?"

Enshadu nods. Hm...yes, that can be arranged. If you could get a hold of a cloning tank, that would make this invasion so much easier. Hm...Well, I can put some cannon fodder junk-bots out. They're failed experiments of mine. They can't do much but shoot a gun and fall apart. But, I have about thirty of 'em, and can easily make about ten more out of the spare part bin. It took me thirty tries to compete and perfect the first Riot Trooper.

[Aric Kale]

The Phoenix, almost literally, springs to life. Ah, back online...Backdraft should be clonable. Why are you feeling so helpful today, hmm?

[ThirdEmperor]

"A'right. You go do that an' get th' explosives 'n bots gathered up like I told you. Then I want ya t' go t' whoever you got your money stashed an bringit here." And hey, Zane is being handy, ain't he? That's good. Day was afraid he'd have to put him down again. "As for your idea, how fast can those things be cloned?"

[Hattish Thing]

"A'right. You go do that an' get th' explosives 'n bots gathered up like I told you. Then I want ya t' go t' whoever you got your money stashed an bringit here." And hey, Zane is being handy, ain't he? That's good. Day was afraid he'd have to put him down again. "As for your idea, how fast can those things be cloned?"



The Phoenix, almost literally, springs to life. Ah, back online...Backdraft should be clonable. Why are you feeling so helpful today, hmm?


A lightbulb goes up on Enshadu's head! He grins before speaking to Day. Actually, I have five heavy artillery. Very large cannons on wheels, manned automatically. They fire explosive shells about three times the size of my head. They're slow to fire, and take a long time to reload, but they're very impressive. If we need to blow something apart, like...say....a large machine or weapon Maggie has up his sleeve, these would be useful.

I also have a physical dome to block anyone from leaving as well as teleporting. Should I ready that? It's a type of powerful magic. I just need it installed by a powerful caster. And...hm. I'll have the safes brought here. The explosives are to be brought where? A press of a logo away, and about ten robotic soldiers are carrying safes about as large as them. Carrying. Anyway, they drop them to the ground and salute. Eleven billion in currency. I accessed a bank account of Marciano a while ago and had what was left sent to me, his heir.

[Aric Kale]

Zane shrugs, thinking before he replies, I don't have much experience with cloning, personally, but it should take about three-quarters of the time it would take to clone Enshadu or I. Can't give you any exact times though.
No worries about trouble, Zane prefers to wait a week or so before dying...:smalltongue:

[ThirdEmperor]

"Right. Maybe. I'll think about it. But we got work t' do here an now! Grab some'a that sweet cash pile an head t' Mallside. I want stuff. Lessee now... Biting his tongue in thought, Day counts off on his finger as goes down the mental list.

"I want ya t' buy four pairs a flyin' boots from Azik's plus look inta gettin' somethin' like a kinda disguise spell for someone 'bout as big as'a bus. Mebbe make 'em look all shapeless an tentacle-y. You'll prolly have'ta special order that one. Get it in less than six days. Six days. That's important. While you're there check out th' magic swords an see if they have some icy ones. Three oughta do. After that you gotta go t' Erin's an have a look-see. I think they sell stuff that ain't weapons now so try'n get some, like, an oil or somethin' t' make people really resistant t' th' elements. An get a lot of that. Lots 'n lots. Then buy up some shielding devices 'cause those're handy inna pinch. If you see somethin' really neat grab that too. An be careful 'bout Erin 'cause we've had trouble in th' past an if she figures out what's goin' on she might try'n cheat us. Get everything t' go. You gotta cell phone?"

And then it's time to find something else for Enshadu to work on, 'cause he seems to do everything in about ten seconds. "Go on ahead. An ready th' no-port field as well I guess. You can teleport through that right? I want you t' hook us up with a few devices t' let us do that too. But what I really want'cha to focus on it this; I need a gun like th' E14s except with a really big fire radius an it fires in a beam. For drillin' through the walls an wrecking ****." He claps his hands together loudly, heading for the door. "You two get to it an I'm gonna head t' the production floor. Make sure everythin' is ship-shape. An Enshadu, get those robots 'n explosives ready."

[Hattish Thing]

"Right. Maybe. I'll think about it. But we got work t' do here an now! Grab some'a that sweet cash pile an head t' Mallside. I want stuff. Lessee now... Biting his tongue in thought, Day counts off on his finger as goes down the mental list.

"I want ya t' buy four pairs a flyin' boots from Azik's plus look inta gettin' somethin' like a kinda disguise spell for someone 'bout as big as'a bus. Mebbe make 'em look all shapeless an tentacle-y. You'll prolly have'ta special order that one. Get it in less than six days. Six days. That's important. While you're there check out th' magic swords an see if they have some icy ones. Three oughta do. After that you gotta go t' Erin's an have a look-see. I think they sell stuff that ain't weapons now so try'n get some, like, an oil or somethin' t' make people really resistant t' th' elements. An get a lot of that. Lots 'n lots. Then buy up some shielding devices 'cause those're handy inna pinch. If you see somethin' really neat grab that too. An be careful 'bout Erin 'cause we've had trouble in th' past an if she figures out what's goin' on she might try'n cheat us. Get everything t' go. You gotta cell phone?"

And then it's time to find something else for Enshadu to work on, 'cause he seems to do everything in about ten seconds. "Go on ahead. An ready th' no-port field as well I guess. You can teleport through that right? I want you t' hook us up with a few devices t' let us do that too. But what I really want'cha to focus on it this; I need a gun like th' E14s except with a really big fire radius an it fires in a beam. For drillin' through the walls an wrecking ****." He claps his hands together loudly, heading for the door. "You two get to it an I'm gonna head t' the production floor. Make sure everythin' is ship-shape. An Enshadu, get those robots 'n explosives ready."

Enshadu nods and the list is copied into his machine brain. He also wanted to grab something himself...He needed to make a few improvements onto his chassis! He does seem to do everything in ten seconds, it's kinda why he considers himself superior to most living creatures. Alright. From Azik's: Four pairs of boots that grant flight capability, some kind of enchantment-scrolly kinda thing that would work on a large creature (Must be tentacley and shapeless), Magical swords of frost...I'll get ten for good measure. Not like we don't have the cash.

Now I've been to Erin's under a different name, that's where I bought most of my explosives. Alright, from there I need...Oil of element resistance? Don't you have spellcasters for that? Anyway....oils of spell resistance...About fifty? Shield-generators...alright, fifty as well. I'll see if they're's anything interesting there as well. I do have a cellular communication device built into me. (Lists phone number).

Anti-teleportation device? It's been made to cover a massive area, all of the Magcave, plus a little extra. It looks like a massive generator with an orb floating inside of it. It's in storage. I'll have a robot wheel it out. AS for the five portable mecha-cannons, you want those as well? Yes, I can teleport through my own forcefields. Using a logo I wear on my person. They're old Louv're Industry logos I redisgned, I have about twenty extras. Will that do?

Hm. A very large gun with a wide blasting radius and a constant beam. That's a little more difficult, I don't think Louv're Industries ever engineered one of those. I'll look into it. Actually...If I took apart two of the portable mecha-cannons, merged them....replaced the ammo with the E-14 ammunition and simply combined a laser with it...We'd have a massive cannon that could go through nearly everything with a combination of physical E-14 shells with a laser blast following it, launching both a laser and an E14 cannonball at once. Blowing apart anything for a long distance. It would take a while to load and fire, however. I'll have some workers see what they can do. It'll take a while.

Well, anyway....Zane, off you go.

He'll then nod at Day and lead him forward into the assembly room.
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The assembly room is bustling with activity, robots work at the four large lines, getting work done very quickly, faster than any human being ever could, putting parts together, bolting, screwing, and hammering pieces of E14's, drill-tanks, and grenades together. The first assembly line is working on E-14's, finishing one every five minutes. The second line is working on grenades, making a pair every five minutes. The third and fourth lines are much larger than the first two, and robots are swarming over large pieces of metal and drills, bolting elementium armor and drill-bits onto the tanks. So far, only one has been created. It takes about three hours to make just one, even with both lines working together.

[Aric Kale]

Zane writes everything down on a paper notepad. He nods, I have a cellphone. If that is all, I will be off...Sir. Assuming Day has no other instructions, Zane will teleport out. Presumably to Mallside.

[ThirdEmperor]

"No no no!" Pausing to give Zane a quick wave, Day darts after Enshadu, gesturing emphatically. "I meant for people. Continous beam gun for people. Meaning' it has'ta be built so a people can use it! How the heck do ya even think we're gonna be fighting' this war?"

[Hattish Thing]

"No no no!" Pausing to give Zane a quick wave, Day darts after Enshadu, gesturing emphatically. "I meant for people. Continous beam gun for people. Meaning' it has'ta be built so a people can use it! How the heck do ya even think we're gonna be fighting' this war?"

Enshadu speaks louder. You want me to fire people out of guns? What would the purpose of that be? That would waste troops so fas-Oooooooh! I get it, guns for people! For people to shoot! Not be shot out by! Okey-dokey. Hm. Well, Heh, The Heavyarm weapon can be eeeeeasily changed onto a different heat level and continuous fire. That can be taken care of in like a second. NEXT!

Also, um....Zane's been a pest lately.

[ThirdEmperor]

"Gee Enshadu. You know how I just hate hate hate pests." New rule; No minions he can't strangle. "Let's take this from the top. I wanna gun. An I want a good gun. One that fires kill-everything forcewave thingies like the E14s. Only inna continous beam. I want this gun t' be fitted so a person can fife it, An I want a prototype soon. Ya got that?"

[Hattish Thing]

"Gee Enshadu. You know how I just hate hate hate pests." New rule; No minions he can't strangle. "Let's take this from the top. I wanna gun. An I want a good gun. One that fires kill-everything forcewave thingies like the E14s. Only inna continous beam. I want this gun t' be fitted so a person can fife it, An I want a prototype soon. Ya got that?"

Enshadu moves over to an assembly line and pulls an E-14 out of the bin, and a Heavyarm. He then opens up the guns and very quickly his four arms grab hammers and bolts which then start to work on the pile of gun bits. He speaks as he's doing it. His voice shifts back to normal as well. Huh, wonder why. Hm...gimme a minute. Kay, yah. He's being a pest. Any ideas? We do need his Fearblaze, and taking him out myself would make things very difficult due to my weakness to Fearblaze.

Okay...a continuous beam of instakill enchanted laser. A gun, so overpowered it's not even funny! It'll go through anything continuously. Like a long-range lightsaber. Heh! He then hands a new gun to Day, a big bulky thing.

[ThirdEmperor]

"There we. Gimme three more an then you can go plot stupid schemes in your room. An get me those explosives an robots, on the double!" And before he really loses his temper, Day heads for the assembly lines.

[Hattish Thing]

"There we. Gimme three more an then you can go plot stupid schemes in your room. An get me those explosives an robots, on the double!" And before he really loses his temper, Day heads for the assembly lines.

Enshadu grins and grabs three pairs of E14's and Heavyarms. Exactly two minutes and 54 seconds later, three more of the overpowered weapons are created. Ten robots with four crates of explosives come walking into the Assembly room, and drop the crates down. Plot schemes? Really? Can I have some fun in Riverside? Therre's some kind of Revolution going on. There's some powerful tech. If we could just get one tank...we could have new designs. Or we could attack AMEN! It's defenseless now!

[ThirdEmperor]

Oh.

Oh joy.

He's being followed.

"No! No we can't! So shaddup an go t' your room!"

Day does not appreciate being followed.

"An you guys! You guys start making that explosive into little spider shapes!"

[Hattish Thing]

Oh.

Oh joy.

He's being followed.

"No! No we can't! So shaddup an go t' your room!"

Day does not appreciate being followed.

"An you guys! You guys start making that explosive into little spider shapes!"

Enshadu rolls his eyes and begins to stride away to his laboratory, to make sure he was ready for this war.

Okay, the others blink, look back at eachother, and get to work. They also work very fast due to inhuman efficiency. A bucket of metal parts are moved over, and in about a minute the first is made. The leader moves to Day and presents a metal spider, about the size of a man's hand. Fully mobile. Explodes on command. Requires remote. Check. Scanning for approval? He'll shove a remote at Day and the spider's eyes glow and flash to life.

[ThirdEmperor]

Day glances down at the little spiderbot, then back to the robot. "Well. You tried." Giving tinkertoy a pat on the head, Daedalus plops himself down by the box of parts and starts rummaging. "Alrighty. Let's get this right. You won't be needing this or this or this." Unwanted bits and bobs go flying over his shoulder as he sorts the scrap box down to the bar essentials. "They don't need brains! They don't need little motors! They don't need any'a this! Just grab some plastique an make a little lump t' stick some legs in an BLAMMO, we're done! Can'ya do that?

[Hattish Thing]

Day glances down at the little spiderbot, then back to the robot. "Well. You tried." Giving tinkertoy a pat on the head, Daedalus plops himself down by the box of parts and starts rummaging. "Alrighty. Let's get this right. You won't be needing this or this or this." Unwanted bits and bobs go flying over his shoulder as he sorts the scrap box down to the bar essentials. "They don't need brains! They don't need little motors! They don't need any'a this! Just grab some plastique an make a little lump t' stick some legs in an BLAMMO, we're done! Can'ya do that?

The robots frown. But sir, what is the point of an explosive spider that does not move as a spider does? There is no point. But, we will do what you ask. They all set to work on explosive spiders, getting them done pretty fast. Sir, how many shall we make? With the four crates from Erin's Emporium in our possession, we could create roughly three hundred and fifty-four of them.

[Aric Kale]

Four days after Zane left, a crate appears via Zane's personal teleport device. Opun further inspection, the crate contains the Disguise Spell, four pairs of boots and three swords with ice enchantments. Exactly as Day asked.

[Hattish Thing]

The Laboratory

Enshadu prepares himself for combat, with some additions to his combat-gear. He expects to go against some overpowered stuff, so it's time to put on his most overpowered gear set! He first places his logo on his chest, right underneath his coat. The large orange and gold "F" is specially made for him, allowing him to teleport at will, and place a physical force-field around him. Wouldn't want to have a sword that could pierce his armor cut him in half. Though Enshadu could survive even a tank blast at five feet away due to his armor, anything that could pierce elementium was a threat to him. He didn't like threats. Next he places a circular device on his left eye, which fires a small laser. His belt is put on, his four lightning blades put in their magical sheathes.

Four guns are strapped to his belt as well, all E13's, pistols that fire weaker versions of the E14 'bullets'. Two grenades are stored there as well, along with a big red button which faces forward. No clue what that does. He has several rings on his hands as well, which boost his telekinetic and arcane spells. He's wearing eleven rings on his twenty fingers. (Five per hand, four hands.) Rings one through four are made to resist elements, (Air, Water, Fire, and Earth.) Two are protective rings, that form a suit of invisible magical armor that cling to his suit. Three are rings of speed, allowing him to move extremely fast and jump very high. The last two are rings of self-healing, to boost his regeneration. He also has a big gun on his back, a custom made firearm that looks like a bigger version of the Heavyarm. It looks like portable heavy artillery... Oh, it's making me giddy!

[Aric Kale]

A Few Hours After Zane Leaves

A crate appears with the items from Erin's Emporium.

[Hattish Thing]

Enshadu's Personal Armory

Enshadu makes a visit here, and readies all his gear, along with taking six large cubes. He presses a button, and they each transform into large fearblaze-breathing mechanical hellhounds. He needed some fast and frightening robots to hunt and gather individuals. He'd take survivors.

[ThirdEmperor]

Factory

"Nah. Save some for later, make, mebbe a hundred? A hundred an fifty? A hundred an fifty sounds good. Go with that."

Waving the little robot away to go to it's work, Day moves on to the first assembly line, leaning over the workstations to watch as the workers assemble rifle after rifle. "Hey now. Whatchoo guys think you're doing?"

[Hattish Thing]

Factory

"Nah. Save some for later, make, mebbe a hundred? A hundred an fifty? A hundred an fifty sounds good. Go with that."

Waving the little robot away to go to it's work, Day moves on to the first assembly line, leaning over the workstations to watch as the workers assemble rifle after rifle. "Hey now. Whatchoo guys think you're doing?"

The grey robot nods and moves away. One hundred and fifty. Of course. Coming up as fast as possible.

He scuttles away, and Day moves to the assembly line. They don't react to him for a good twenty seconds before responding. Work. Rifles, E-14's.

[ThirdEmperor]

That's a good twenty seconds of being yelled at and rapped on the head by an angry Daedalus then. "When I ask a question you better answer quick, dangit! ow- How many'a these have ya made? An how many robots we have? 'cause last I checked we've got more guns'n we got people to shoot 'em."

[Hattish Thing]

That's a good twenty seconds of being yelled at and rapped on the head by an angry Daedalus then. "When I ask a question you better answer quick, dangit! ow- How many'a these have ya made? An how many robots we have? 'cause last I checked we've got more guns'n we got people to shoot 'em."

The robot doesn't react much but continues on it's way. Checking... Checking... So far, we have thirty Factory Guards. We have 20 Riot Captains, 40 Heavyarms, and 90 Melle Defense Sustem robots, Enshadu's own force he was building up for Plan Number 12. The AMEN raid. Never came into completion. We have scrap robots. Useless failed creations, 120. I do believe so far we have a fair amount of guns extra.

[Aric Kale]

Zane walks up to where Day is berating the hapless robot...
Production Bots are almost as stupid as Enshadu...
if you want them to do something you'll need to give them a direct command, E has been forgetting to give them new commands recently...
If you want more fighter bots you'll have to say so.

[ThirdEmperor]

"Figured that myself, thanks." Ooh, moody. Doesn't sound like Zane will be getting cake after all. "Okay rustbuckets. Lesson starts now. Lookee here." Grabbing one of the guns off the end of the line, Day spins it around, puts it to his shoulder and fires- Which fails to achieve any appreciable effect because the kinetic pulse dissipates before hitting the far wall. "Do you idjits see the problem now? Range! These things shoot thirty feet'n then stop dead. Dead bein' what you'll be if you're enemy's sitting thirty-one feet away! Not t' mention that you might's well hand these t' th' enemy the way you're going about it- They should be built right into your arms so when you die they can't be looted!"

"Now I'm gonna go t' wherever you guys're programmed and change a few things. 'Till then I want you building a nice mix'a plasma an projectile an plasma weapons that can be built inta some lucky robot, got that?"

[Hattish Thing]

Alright, sorry for brevity. In a hurry.

The robots will do as Day asks, which is.... (Correct me of I'm wrong.)

1: Adjust E14's range to increase to 100 yards.

2: Attach all E14's to all robot combat personel, so they can't be looted.

3: Build plasma and projectile weapons. (Very hard, plasma is heat and light at extreme temperatures, enough to melt solids easily.)

Alright, until then... Day will be walking to the end of The Factory, into The Main Computer room?

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Enshadu is in his room, facing his computer, typing in some code, wondering what the hell was wrong with his wirings.

[Aric Kale]

Zane becomes immensely bored with the proceedings. As such, he leaves and uses his super stealthy skills to find and hopefully sneak up behind Enshadu...
If he can sneak up to the Robot he'll arm himself with his firerod.

[Hattish Thing]

:smallconfused:

Okay... Enshadu can be silently watched and stuff? He's preparing for combat and is running several tests, so he doesn't notice. He's completely at home.

[ThirdEmperor]

((Noo... Keep the range on the E14s as is so they're not completely overpowered. But yes as to the rest of them. Excelsior will be bringing by examples of plasma weaponry to copy in a bit.))

"Uh-uh. Zane you're comin' with me so we can talk." Day snaps, heading upstairs to the lab.

[Aric Kale]

Zane stops in his tracks; his hand already turning the doorknob. He turns away and follows Day, raising no audible rebellion and keeping his face neutral...
However, behind him is a melted doorknob.

[Hattish Thing]

And so, Enshadu continues his diagnostics, plugging in several calbes which spell out in code his body mass, the amount of programs running, all that jazz. He.... notices something odd. There appear to be some extra weight inside his own head. ....What the hell is that? Perhaps those are somehow pressing against something and that's causing malfunctions? Hm... He moves over to his fancy repair table, and lies down, turning himself off temporarily. Unless stopped, the repair machine will attempt to remove the explosives from Enshadu's brains.

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

"Where'd you go after Mallside? I tried callin' you an you didn't even pick up." What were you up to Zane? And why oh why didn't Enshadu install, like, a camera or something, so he wouldn't have to ask.

They're probably at the computer lab now. Whatever the computer lab looks like.


Operation!

Enshadu will almost definitely find himself unable to lie down and let the machine do it's work. That tricksy coding again. Day really thought of just about everything.

[Aric Kale]

As it was Zane, he was probably taking donations for an orphanage.
I was responding to someone on the Wall. I decided that the best time to meet her in person would be after I finished shopping... Oops, you let something slip, let's see if Day notices. Zane maintains a blank expression. Shocking...

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

"Lemme get this right. You skipped off to go meet with some girl?" Or someone claiming to be one, at least. Everyone knows there's no real girls on the wall. "What th' heck! I mean.. Yeah! I mean what the heck! Why would you do that?!"

[Aric Kale]

I didn't think I would be missed. I'm no technological genius, and all the Elementium is gone. What is to do here? Besides, she was a pyromancer, I could have learned new techniques...
Not those kinds of techniques :smalltongue:

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

"No!" Forget about being a genius. Or the leader of a small empire. Or that he's the one supposed to be keeping all the nutters calm and in line. Right now, it's all Day can do not to reach out and slap Zane.

He's supposed to be the smart, competent minion! Not- Not... Gah! "In case you ain't noticed you're also th' one weakness we've got! Your fires're th' best way to kill Enshadu an ruin our armor an plans! So logically speakin' it'd be a great goddam move for th' enemy t' lure you in an capture you! Using, I dunno, maybe an anonymous post on the Wall!"

[Hattish Thing]

Operation!

Enshadu will almost definitely find himself unable to lie down and let the machine do it's work. That tricksy coding again. Day really thought of just about everything.

Enshadu growls a bit when he realizes he can't even get up to do so. He knows there's some kind of something in his cranial cavity, lodged in there, that he can't remove. Enshadu is deliberately trying not to think of a way to free himself. It might alert Day, and he couldn't have that. He does not try to think of a way out. He just sits there, running his diagnostics.

[Aric Kale]

Computer Lab

What I am about to tell you must never reach Enshadu's ears.
Do you understand?
I have plans. One of them is to leave a legacy...in whatever way possible. I found a way. Enshadu cannot find her. Ever. Zane is deadly serious. If Day were to slap the pyromancer he would be the proud owner of a brand new car! burned hand. To emphasize this, Zane's vividly blue eyes have turned black...

It was foolish, granted, but worth it in the end...there are two of my kind currently in the Nexus. That we know of, that is.

Dangerous information to pass around, Zane...

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

"Wait. Wait wait wait. You didn't- Day looks up at the walls, searching for cameras. Then he leans in and whispers, so as not take any chances. "Tell me you didn't teach someone else th' fearblaze thingy?"

[Hattish Thing]

Everywhere

Of course there are cameras, it used to be a factory of working men and women. The video is recorded, and like the rest of the information gathered in The Factory, it's all relayed to Enshadu. Of course, he can't hear anything, but he's currently watching this intently as his diagnostics run. Oh boy...

[Aric Kale]

Computer Lab ~ Prying Eyes

Zane nods, his voice deadly calm. Let's get this straight, you have control over my life or death. This does not mean that your goals, or even Enshadu's, are my goals... Zane looks at the corners of the rooms, raising his metallic, left arm and sending fire towards all of the easily visible cameras. Yes, I gave someone the Fearblaze, someone with more pyromantical potential than myself. And...I gave said person express order's to turn Enshadu into a puddle if he got near her...

Darkstar pauses for a bit, he doesn't usually speak this much in one sitting. He'll continue with this, unless interrupted.
My goal is to make things burn...that is all.
I joined Enshadu merely because I could tell he was a violent character, bound for destruction.
Now, unless you have something to say, we should commence with plans to conquer Magtok.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is a view into Zane Darkstar's psyche...

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

Day's a little surprised. A little.

He makes damn sure it doesn't show, folding his arms and composing himself while Zane burns away the cameras.
"Uh-huh. Well. I'm gonna keep that in mind. 'Cause at th' moment I ain't got any objection t' what you've done. You wanna burn stuff? I'm down with that." Funny. He doesn't sound okay with it.

"But here's what. You don't **** around an mess up my plans in th' process. 'Cause if you do... If you do I'm gonna do what it takes t' slap you back in line. Get it?" As a matter of fact, he'd love the excuse right now.

Then he smiles brightly, although it takes some effort to put the little kid mask back on this time. "But hey. I'd really rather not. You're pretty cool on th' whole an a big step up from most'a your competition for this minion dealio. So let's get back to business- I wanna know if ya got any fiery tricks up your sleeve 'sides fearblaze."

[Aric Kale]

Zane loses the edge in his voice, he appears to have regained emotional stability...and yes, he realizes that he's a coal on thin ice.
Yes sir, I understand sir. Literally none of his usual bite or sarcastic edge, maybe he just needed to vent some steam?
I have been working on two new abilities.
First, I can absorb regular fire and "pollute" it into Fearblaze. However, I still take some damage at this point and it does take away from my energy.
Second, I can concentrate on one -human sized- area and instantaneously surround it in a ball of flames starting at temperatures of 700 degrees Celsius. The interior steadily increases to a max of 2,000 degrees. This ability can be used up to three times before I pass out, unless I take a rest between Instant Infernus.
Also, an old, but very risky, move I already had is the ability to create a semi-solid sphere of Fearblaze around 20 to 50 feet. It starts and stays at a steady temperature of 2,000 degrees Celsius. The problem with this is that I am it's core and cannot move while it's being formed. Additionally, I pass out the moment it is complete...

So, no, he only has Fearblaze. But he has some really powerful moves...

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

"Good t' know. But I was lookin' for non-fearblaze." Swinging himself into a chair Day rolls up to the big computer, strumming his fingers along the keyboard to end the screensaver. "Assumin' I give you a blank check for materials, couldya make a flame that burns without any fuel, in heavy wind'n rain, an stick it on th' drill tanks we're using?"

[Aric Kale]

Computer Lab

Zane shakes his head, I can only use my element.
Hmm...using the concept of Greek fire, one could do the same with my Fearblaze. He produces a glassy, black sphere from his satchel and shows it to Day. The orb is about the size of a baseball. I can't remember if I've shown you these; it's concentrated Fearblaze. It is as hot as a normal fire and has a fairly large splash range when broken. I keep them around in case I run out of energy. I could make these and your men could store them in the tanks. It's possible that I could create a concentrated Greek-firesphere

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

"Nah. Too risky. Could melt the tank." Or be weaponized against them. Day glances over his shoulder at the firespheres, before turning back to his work. "Leave some of 'em here tho'. Could maybe use them for a self-destruct."

[Aric Kale]

Zane shrugs, not every idea is a great one...yes sir.
He leaves ten of them on a sufficiently fireproof work table.

[ThirdEmperor]

Computer Lab

Day lets Zane leave without further comment, then gets to his own work.
So much to do. So little time.
Ever so slightly less time once he finishes chewing at his fingers, poking around the miscellaneous subsystems and staring at the wall, thinking about everything but what he should be focusing on.

So... How'd this go from answering an ad on the Wall to fighting a war, exactly? He's not really sure about that.

But he doesn't quite get the chance to puzzle it out, because about now is when, taking into account the bizarre and often tenous connections between Nexus time, one angry scientist and six supersoldiers walk into a bar.

It's not a very funny joke. The whole place goes into panic mode, rushing to arm up the robots, send Enshadu out to be a nuisance at the enemy.*

From there, things don't calm down again.
Over the next five days, soldiers move through the factory by portal, bringing in technology to be dissected, studied, reproduced, elementium to process into weapons in armor. Everything unnecessary to production is removed, down to stripping the cameras from the walls.


By midnight, day six, every weapon that they could need has been made along with the troops to carry them. Even the assembly lines have been taken now. The robots have been upgraded, calibrated and re-educated. Outside of the factory, Day's overseen battles, alliances, petty squabbles between his minions.

It's exhausting is what it is. But there's a ways to go yet. Including that whole 'fighting' thing. Blech. You'd think Mags would have the good sense to just lose now that he's got no production facilities and no chance, without making them come over there to grind him into the mud.

But soldier on, soldier on. History will vindicate this all when Day's the one writing it.

All that's left now in the factory is the last of the computer banks, wires running from the blinking monitors and into the opened top of Enshadu's skull. Chains hold him in place, several rifles aimed at him, just in case he decides to glitch now of all times.

With a few keystrokes, the tincan's mind is copied onto the machine. Several more minutes work and his memories are slowly weeded, taking away any lingering knowledge of sensitive technology- Excelsior's or his own. More little touches here and there, reinforcing it's loyalty, updating it's constraints for battle. It's knowledge of this place is taken as well.
Then it's knowledge of Hamlet, Day, nearly everything about Excelsior except the imperative to obey them. Enshadu is only grudgingly allowed to even retain information on the troops it'll be leading.

----

Four hours later, when the wires are taken out of it's brain, Enshadu should be left with a mind as squeaky clean as soap. The restraints are undone, guns lowered, Enshadu allowed down from the operating table to follow the rest out into the main room-

Where two hundred and something robots stand assembled, armored head to toe and armed to the figurative teeth. Waiting for the order. "Alrighty. Port us to the mining station."

With a blink of light and a sudden gust of wind as air rushes to fill the empty space where an army once stood, they vanish, off to bring all kinds of trouble down on the doorstep of one unlucky cyborg.

[Hattish Thing]

Enshadu is altered and memories are erased. The robot wakes up with no memory of the Factory, only that he somehow got here, and he was to kill Magtok, who he did remember quite well. So, the automated killing machine known as Enshadu breaks from his chains and stands at the ready, his force assembled.

He speaks to Day as he places his purple leather coat over himself, covering him. He readies his special sabers built from Reinholdt's and places that big gun on his back. He also activates the mechanical hellhounds, all six. Alright, Daedalus. We're ready. All weapons and personal have been deployed and ready. We're to launch to The Mining Station now? On the way. He teleports there, as The Serpentine Acolyte arrives as well... So, the entire force is deployed! I'll let you post first.