At the sound of the elevator bell, cheers rung out all over the base. All of the hard work they had accomplished…all of the lives they lost…all of the tears they had shed…it all made sense to them now. Together, they had no doubt in their purpose. That together they could make a difference.
But that was until the elevator door opened. Only one soldier, who was soaked in blood, came limping out of the door, leaving his dead colleagues behind in the tiny compartment. He was dragging the prize in a black Santa-Claus like sack, which was scraping up the ground as it hesitantly moved. To say it weighted a ton was a great understatement.
“We need medical now!!!”
In seconds, teams of paramedics came rushing in to treat the fallen victims. The lone soldier just shook its head as they passed him.
“It’s no use. Just let them rest.” he wispered, right before his eyes went back into his sockets, and he collapsed from the blood loss.
Watching the scene from a command center above, two figures stood in awe of their accomplishment.
“I c…can’t believe we managed to do it.”
“But look at how much it cost us. And we still have so much work to do…”
“So, what’s the next move? They must be aware of our activities now…especially after this.”
“…Get ‘Beast’ on the phone. I think it’s time we start Plan B…”
“…Shit.” Once again Rock awoke to find his body on the cold floor. It was bad enough that he had to be here in the first place, but he couldn’t even bring his sleeping chamber with him. He stood himself up, smirking slightly at the impression his weight made on the marble floor from falling off the bed before putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. “I will never understand how humans sleep on these things.”
He looked around the hotel room, trying to figure out what should he do with himself now that he was, for all rights and purposes, sentenced here.
“What does a android do on vacation?? Hmmm…” The question rolled around in his electronic brain until he noticed something sitting on the counter. That damn bottle of medicine.
“Damn Mavericks!!” Out of fustration Rock shot at it, only to have the bottle reflect the shot with unknown vigorance. Conditioned reflexes made it easy for Rock to dodge the shot, but the wall behind him wasn’t so lucky. After the noise subsided, he turned around to see a freaked out and suprisingly beautiful naked brunette staring at him.
“WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM???” she screamed, forsaking covering herself up in order to lauch several volleys of shoes at him. Rock evaded them effortlessly, his eyes somehow not leaving the woman’s figure.
“Umm…My fault. Are those real??”
“Hell no!” She screamed as she stepped into his room and started poking him with her finger, her blind rage ignoring the pain that Rock’s titanium body was doing to it. “And you better take a good look because this is as close as your gonna get!!”
“Uh…I’m sor…!” His apology was stopped short as the woman thrusted her palms against the android, sending flying out of a window and onto the hotel entrance, right in front of a young man wearing a business suit. A WTF look crossed his face until he noticed the familiar imprint in Rock’s chest.
“Hey, wake up!! We got to get out of here now!!!”
“Wha…” Rock tried to answer, but he was still stunned from the attack. Whatever that girl hit him with was nothing he ever felt during his adventures as a Maverick Hunter. If he had a heart, it probably would be busted by now. If he was a tree, he probably would now be enough paper to supply all high schools in the world for 3 years.
“GET. THE. FUCK. UP!!!” The guy yanked the android to his feet, and the two started running for their lives.
“What was that, Mr…” Rock’s headache cleared several minutes later, and with it came new questions for the young man.
“Call me ‘Tragic’, and what you saw, Mega Man X, was…”
“Call me Rock, okay?”
“Whatever. What you saw was not a person, supernatural being, cyborg, or even a god. It was a…Top Tier.”
A suprised look crossed Rock’s face, and then looked at Tragic in a intense sort of way."…What’s that?"
“HUH???” Tragic nearly crashed into a car and pissed in his pants when Rock showed no knowledge of the Top Tier Caste System “What the hell do you mean by that??? Top Tiers are the embodiment of life and death! Order and Chaos! The god’s themselves lick the boots of the Top Tier for free, is what I’m saying!” Tragic then looked upon Rock with wonderment and a desperate hope that the reploid couldn’t precieve. “Do you mean to say that…Top Tiers…don’t exist in your world?”
“Nope. At least I don’t think so…”
“Wwwwoooooooooooooww. That’s paradise.” Tragic’s eyes obtained the glossy eyed anime look. Rock hoped that the guy wasn’t going to start humping his leg or anything. “Come with me. There’s somebody I want you to meet.”
10 minutes later the pair made it to their destination. Taco Bell.
“Out of curiosity, why a Taco Bell?” Rock said.
“Because the Top Tiers would never step foot in here. They think it’s beneath them, so it makes the perfect base.” Tragic led Rock behind the counter, pressed the processed cheese handle which called a hidden elevator by the bathroom, and then stepped inside. After several moments, they stepped into an area that looked much like a cross between an arcade and CTU. As they headed to the main office, he noticed that there was a memorial cerimony being held for some people.
“What’s this all about?”
Tragic sighed. “All for the cause. You’ll see.”
When they finall got to the room, Rock saw two people in black suits sitting down with a couple of others: Two teenage guys and a young woman, all dressed in strange outfits. The guys in black stood up to shake hands with Rock before they noticed the imprint in his chest. They both quickly turned to Tragic, who shook his head.
“Yes, and no. We shouldn’t have to deal with that for a while.”
“Hopefully you’re right.” One of the guys said. “Nice to meet you X. You can call me ‘Inkblot’.” He pointed to his partner, who was on the phone ordering security to be doubled for the next 2 hours. “This is ‘Ponder’. Sorry about the intrusion, but we need to get straight to the point.”
“Which is?” Rock asked.
“We want to hire you four to hunt Top Tiers for us…no. For the good of all that’s right in the world.” Inkblot said. “We know it’s an unusual request, but…”
“…It’s only a matter of time before they get out of hand.” Ponder continued. “They have already taken over all types of media. Video games, TV, Movies…who knows what’s next. If left unchecked…”
“…It’s the end of our universe as we know it. Trust us, one of them was destroying them left and right a couple of days ago.” Inkblot pointed to a glass case mounted on the wall. Inside of it was an arm of gigantic proportions, which was still moving about slightly. The label read: ‘C.FP. DO NOT TOUCH!!!’ “It took most of our forces to finally bring him down, but the only thing we could do was seperate him from his power.”
“We know you all have beef with Top Tiers.” The three other hunter prospects nodded their heads slightly at Ponder’s statement. " That’s why I’m hoping you will help us get rid of them. Of course, we won’t have you jump straight into it immediately…"
“Wait a minute. I don’t have any beef with them…”
“Oh really? If that girl you met today wasn’t enough…” Inkblot threw him a picture of someone, which caused Rock’s eyes to grow wide.
“What the hell???”
“I take it you’re interested?”
“Good. Well then, your first assignment is…” Inkblot pushed a button on his desk, turning on a TV to show the first target.
“…Robocop?” Ponder looked at Ink like he was Tyrone Biggums. “What the fuck does Robocop have to do with Top Tiers?!”
“Think about it! Robocop started as this fancy cyborg shit! Do you expect them to start off fighting Sentinel? Hell no! Besides he lives right down the street. AND he owes me $50 bucks.” Ponder sighed.
“I’m saying, If you wanna test them out, have them go after the Terminator! He would own Robocop.”
“What? Terminator gets his ass whooped every movie, AND he got bullied by a snot nosed kid. Besides, I don’t want them getting Arnold by mistake. Killing him might make my taxes go up.”
“…True. Okay, First assignment, kill Robocop! Have fun?”
Objective: Destroy Robocop!
Still quite popular with the cops and even the hoodrats, Robocop still serves the mean streets of LA with cyborg justice! As part of a PR program, he is now living in a apartment right in the middle of Asian territory(if there is one in LA), and he is even allowing them to upgrade his weaponry…among other things. Do a good job in this mission so you can impress Inkblot and Ponder!
Only the host(Me) can kill off the Objective. Since this is a trial run you may right things about what Robocop does as you wish. If it goes well I may make it permanent.
Each person has 3 posts of material that they may write. The session ends in a week or whenever everyone is finished writing, which ever comes first.
New people may come in and write, as long as you understand the rules in the sign up thread. I will regard you later.
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