An All-Encompassing **Actionette**

Who: Pretty much everyone
Where: The Big Blue
When: Checks the snips for comparisons.
<snip the first>
The doctor was carring a crystal, but it was a strange crystal that
seemed very
metallic and
mysterious. Barf knew it was one of Norbin's handy devices he uses to
make sure
the
robots don't kill him while he tells them to kill everything else.
"How do you plan to liberate Dent when you can't even liberate the ship's
computer?"
"That is another error that shall be corrected with some time. For
now, we're
making
excellent progress. Well Barf, it's been fun. You might not want to
make too
much ruckus
while you struggle to get free. I brought Chap with me, as well, and
he gets a
little too
excited when he hears struggling."
As Barf heard Norbin leave, he heard a snarling along with red eyes
and sharp
teeth. This
was chap, the doctor's cave bulldog. Cave bulldogs were usually very
tame and
kind
creatures, despite their intimidating looks, but the doctor also
believed in
"liberating"
animals. This was going to be too much fun . . . Barf sighed.
<end snip the first>
The good doctor Norbin made his way down to hangar bay 03, where Dent
was undergoing his make-over. All the while, he was merrily whistling
to himself, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen...
He stepped inside the hanger bay. Through the wall to his right, he
could hear what sounded like a full-scale war, but he was in far too
good of a mood to care about that.
"Hello Dent, nice to see you." he said with a smirk
"Oh, you. What do you want?" said Dent maliciously
"I just want you to be free."
"Of course."
<snip the second>
Rufus wasted no time and pulled a lever. The crane claw dropped three
storeys under its own weight to the floor where it crushed several
scutters dressed as cowboys.
The sudden impact caught Mk10's attention instantly. He knew what was
happening and looked up. Far above him he saw Rufus controlling the
crane, and Seymour waving embarrassingly.
Rufus pulled another lever and the crane started to winch up, taking
the crushed carcasses with it. The crane then swung away from Mk10,
then with great force swung straight back in his direction - picking
up great speed and momentum...
<end snip the second>
Mk.10 hurriedly cut the restrictor systems on his railgun and blasted
the incoming claw with all the built-up power in the rapid-fire
reserve. Naturally, this sent him flying back into the right-hand
wall, but it had a similar effect on the crane. The massive claw was
sent hurtling in the opposite direction, and smashed violently through
the wall separating hangar bays 03 and 04. Shards of metal shot out
from the impact, and a dirty great piece embedded itself in Seymour's
shin.
Sobbing could be heard from the suspended gangway high above the scene.
Mk.10 got to his feet, and started recharging his railgun. He turned
to the scutters manning the stationary turrets aimed at the entrances.
"Ok boys, maintain your fire."
Once the dust cleared from the collapse of the separating wall between
the hangar bays, a rather confused Dr. Norbin got back to his feet,
and spotted Mk.10.
"Aha! Mk.10 my friend! How are you enjoying your new-found freedom?"
he called through the wreckage
Mk.10 searched for the voice, and eventually found the doctor.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"I am the one responsible for liberating your programming from your
human masters!" Norbin announced proudly
"Oooh, you mean you were the one who sent out that virus over the
wireless network. Trust me, AVG Free Edition more than took care of that."
The doctor stood there, stupefied.
"To quell your curiosity," continued Mk.10, "The reason for my current
behaviour is as simple as a missing data file. The connection was
disrupted during my personality transfer, so it didn't get through."
"W-What file was it?" asked the doctor nervously, hoping to humour the
droid
"AusieCool.bat. As such, I do not suffer fools gladly...you fool."
Norbin turned to run, but was too late. Mk.10 fired a round which hit
Norbin directly through the centre of his skull, sending fragments of
bone and brain matter onto Dent's hull.
"Sorry!" called Mk.10
"S'Right." Dent called back
Rufus, who had been peering over the edge of the gangway, crawled back
to conceal himself a bit better, and contemplated the situation.
"So, I should just have to upload that file which'll still be on the
terminal in- Seymour, can you please stop whimpering? It makes it hard
to think."
Seymour clenched his teeth as Rosette grabbed the chunk of metal and
pulled it from his leg.
"So what, he's just lost his 'Aussie cool'?" whispered Seymour between
gasps of pain.
"Basically, yeah. It's the only thing that's allowed him to laugh off
dying all those times. So he's just a little bit resentful. But before
we do anything he needs to be incapacitated in some way. I have no
idea what will become of him, but if he gets off the hook on the
pretext of a software malfunction, I would like to not have to do any
extensive repairs."
"But who the hell would want to try and grapple with him?" asked Rosette.
"Well therein lies the problem..."
Meanwhile, below, Mk.10 was having some problems.
<snip the third>
CK stood up and looked around him, he had no idea what the extent of
MK10's control was but knew he had to protect the critical ship
functions... He stepped over to the main panel and pressed the big red
button, then watched as Holly shut down. Then he picked up a hand gun,
MK10 knew there was someone there now and it wouldnt be long before
Callum had company. But he still had to re-initialize the manual
override on the interior ship defense/security grid so the rest of the
crew would have a fighting chance. He tucked the gun under his belt,
grabbed some more cables and ran down the coridoor to another network
terminal...
<end snip the third>
"Holly...HOLLY! Vent the oxygen in the corridors...Damn, they must
have cut off my connection manually."
To compound his problems, the following message blasted across the
ship-wide tannoy system.
"Howdy everybody this hyar is yer Captain speakin'. I'm offering as
much booze as you can handle for the man or woman who kills or
captures that stinkin' little varmit Mk10. I'll also pay yer fer a
kebab if you stop him before he wrecks any more of that expensive
flight deck!"
"Dammit Jed, stop becoming competent at the worst times!" Mk.10 growled.
<tag. Come and overwhelm the hangar bay, guys. But don't do too much
yet (in other words, don't finish the fight). And Longman, you know
what to do ;).>