Pico:(i think i should get back to Morphblade)*he then picked up the broken phone pieces and the red gem*(maybe i can fix it using the nanobots)*he then started to walk back*
Bio:(you should let me do that.)
Pico:(sure why not?)
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tower of zot (NSFW)
*back at the tower much was being done in the armor department things flew and fizzled, in the R&D electronics were being examined and taken apart, on the 8th floor the jammer was being set up, above the computer was being scanned and files being backed up, higher still was Rob heading to the elevator and coming down floor by floor*
Rob: (this better be what I think it is…)
*back outside*
MB: *Lounging and humming looks over*Oh there you are Pico! …Did my phone really explode?
MB: take your time after all, we have all the time we need. Mr smarty pants over here is getting antsy about the whole situation. I mean I could have called them eariler along with the Pizza I wanted to order us, but uh, you know. Anyway, see anything interesting behind the tree? spies? bastard frankenstien child? suspiciously hansome Pizza man?
Rheinheim: *smirks at them wide* No, no. No no no, I zink I should go now. I just rremembered, *he says as he strides over to the chrome dart while pulling out something akin to car keys* I have ze most explosive stage fright. *pushes a button on the key; a millisecond later, the airplane-like dart explodes into a massive fireball, engulfing Rheinheim, Pico, Morphblade and the whole clearing and parts of the surrounding forest*
Rob: *watching the explosion* Oh shit…*drops to his knees* (well that just happened…I need to call now I need to!)*musters some strength and pulls out a radio* All Zot units in that area…can anyone read me?
*static*
Rob: Anyone?! please respond!!!(FUUUUUUUUUCCCKKK…options options options please someone, Anyone!)
Darrel: this is south leader, what just happened?!
Rob: The Professor just tried to kill MB, and anyone that was near the dart at that time.
Darrel: he did what?!
Rob: Anyway I doubt the bastard is dead. Anyway all groups keep where you are incase of any major surprises.
Darrel: what about the fire and anyone near?!
Rob: front desk likely saw it from there and can get backup and healers anyone listening that patrols that area, needs to do thier duty and rescue anyone in the area, the fiend of fire will do contain rest.*hangs up the radio and starts rushing over*
*from the building a bunch of people rush out with some strechers and their "First Aid" gear*
*amongst the debris and flames*
MB:oww…the hell hit me?* looks around* why do I smell burning flesh? …oh its me. welp*sighs* better get on up. *proceeds to do so and looks himself over noting what peices of him a charbroild and where he is tender at the moment noting a few pieces of metal in his leg* well shit, he ruined my clothing, sunglasses… and this body.(nothing a soak in the quintessence can't fix but still he did a fair amount of damage. fortunately, the pocket survied…and a good chunk of my coat.) Time to find…hang on. *reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a staff. he then proceeds to pull the shrapnel out and uses the staff to heal the wound and tests it*(its a quick fix but it won't do me too much good. seems kind of damaged and that it took longer to heal. hope the ataves ones work fine.)*he begins to look around* (First thing's first, the people. Pico was my guard so where would he be…*smells the air*(just follow the smell of burnt fur)*he looks off in another direction almost as if tempted by somthing, but shakes his head* (Pico smells closer, first him then work your way out. towards others) Pico? Pico! where are you man?(god my sides hurt)
Pico:ugh…(what happened?)*the red fox tried to get up feeling nothing but pain all over his body as he looked at the damage*(bio…ugh…status report.)
Bio:(a explosion happened you have recieved serious burns and a big piece of metal is stuck in your side.not to mention the blood loss and temporary loss of hearing.)
Pico:ok i get it im jacked up…urk!*he grabbed the metal piece and pulled it out. his eyes then began to feel heavy as he tried to walk but ended up limping.*
Fortunately, the explosion was rather small; besides Pico and Morphblade, nobody was hurt, and only a handfull of trees caught a bit of flames that soon were put out or suffocated on their own. The closer area around where the Rheinheim and his plane used to be though, is now replaced by a small crater, bright ablaze from burning cerosine. Healers and helpers alike, including both the arch fiends of fire and water, quickly go out and bring the situation under control. Nice and her troop, who turned back around the moment the heard and saw the detonation, arrive first, tending to Pico and their boss in charge, before turning to the crater.
Nice: Guy loves explosions too much. *the arm-like wings crossed, she watches the roaring fire in the crater that keeps getting fed cerosine by the broken plane tank* Loved. Loved them too much. Jeez, he is crisp now. *turns her head slightly to Shy next to her, eyes still on the scenario* This can't be right.
Shy: What, the fact we're letting him burn or the fact it's prohibited to eat him?
Nice: Both, although the second fact preconditions a better way to go about cooking. Not what I mean though. *now she fully turns towards him* Did he give you the impression of being an idiot or suicidal?
Shy: *shrugs* Not really. But does that matter now? I can't think of anyone who could be this corpse right here instead of him. I trust my eyes more than my common sense for reasons we both know. I told you a million times you should do that, too. You think too much, Nice.
Nice: (Of course I do, I'm the freaking captain after all. Captain's got to think of everything.)
MB:…yes and no. Yes he did do something, but he hasn't played us yet. we are both still alive. All he's done was try to kill us cause I don't trust crazy Nazi's who lived longer than their experation date plus, its reasons like what he did is why I don't let people like him near good hearted trustung people such as you, Rob and all of our other residents. In return he supriesed us, and by trying to take our lives, ended the ceasefire he requested. Anyway, you ready to go check if there's a body and have it tested a bunch to make sure its his?
MB: hold up Pico. The professor might be all gold and crisp, but im not sold on it…If this really is him, that is. I want to make sure he's past to the other side.*looks to Rubicante* go and talk to the Lich see if he get death on the line can for a confirmation that the professor's soul went through to the other side and to have him come here to reap it if he's not.
Rubicante: very well.*vanishes in a burst of flames*
MB: ok next a place to work in the meanwhile. Rob, suggestions that are not inside the tower.
Rob: there's a tool shed South of here…
MB: perfect. have a portable autopsy and surgon kit with a few vials for blood samples for the boys up at the lab ready for us
Rob: you do realize his blood is probably dried, right?
MB: well its woth a shot. if need be will come with something sharper to dig into the marrow and take a DNA sample. do that thing you do best!
Rob: I'll head in and call up for it.
MB: Pico I need you to do a few things. the first is gettting Jasmine to look into the body and see if there is anything that can interviene with our progrees of getting a sample. Knowing this guy he has likely to have rigged his body or something to explode or with chemicals. next, clean yourself up and get changed. im sure your tired of smelling like burnt fuz. There was one last thing, but I can't remember right now.
MB: (huh…what an odd little device.)*moves towards nice and Shy* So, as funny as this sounds, has Beef Jerkey boy moved at all?
Rob:*heads back out and starts heading towwards his boss*
*Pico's room*
Jasmine: *cleaning up and sees the portal opening* oh. welcome back master, how did things go?
Jasmine: well she currently is asleep again in your room. She really is a tired creature, that one. I'll run you a shower and get you some new clothes. The ones on you now look like rags that will fall off you any moment. If you'd like I could try to repair then when I get back.
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