RE: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] The beginning of the end

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Mk.10 looked on as Jay burst through the door to the hangar."What, you couldn't be a tad more subtle?""The door was too low."If the battlesuit had teeth, it would be armed up to them, and more orless every armament aboard was trained on Mk.10 and his dwindlingrobotic forces."...Ah, crap."
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"You hurt a lot of my friends today tincan" Jay said menacingly "And I don't take kindly to that kind of behaviour"
"What are you gonna do...tell my mommy?" Mk.10 replied, trying hard to look brave in the face of heavy ammunition.

"No no." Jay said sternly "I'm gonna kick your sorry metal ass"
"Right well" said Mk.10 as his rail-gun slowly began to rotate "Let's get this over with shall we?"
His rail gun suddenly blazed into life, and Scutters and Pee-wee's closed in on Jay, Mk.10 yelling "TRY THIS ON FOR SIZE FLYBOY!!!!!!"
Jay leapt into the air, the pistons driving the immense battle-suits legs launching him high into the air, clear of Mk.10's fire, as he leapt, he flipped in the air, now facing downward he opened fire on the mechanoids below, the ion cannon mounted on the suits right arm shredding a number of scutters and pee-wees before Jay landed again on his feet, directly behind Mk.10.
He didn't want to destroy Mk.10. He knew that he was malfunctioning and guessed that someone on baord could fix him...but he needed to disable him, and his link to the ships mechanics.
"Give it up bolthead" Jay said, "You can't win this. I don't want to have to hurt you"
"Shame" the droid replied. "'Cause I sure as hell wanna hurt YOU!!"
During the verbal exchange Mk.10's CPU was operating at lightning speed, the upgraded memory this new body gave him sped up his computing power tenfold, and he'd already sent a particular data stream to a nearby machine.
The onboard computer in Jay's suit flashed up a hacker-alert alarm. Mk.10 was attempting to access it's systems, presumably to take control of the immensley powerful machine. "Nice try..." Jay said "I'm sure you'll like the suit's hacker-counter's!"
Mk.10 screamed in pain as as a data-overload surged through his systems, triggered by his failed attempt to access the EVE-1's suit. The malfunctioning scutter stumbled, dropping down onto one leg, if he wern't such an advanced machine, it would have burnt out his CPU. "What...the hell was that?" he asked
"That" replied Jay "was the first successful test of the EVE's built in hacker defenses, who need's Window's firewall?"
"Fine...if that's how you wanna play it.."
He wirelessly sent another dozen of commands to his "army"
Jay heard it before he saw it, the 20 or so, Space Eagle's, Blue Midgets and Starbugs docked in this particular shuttlebay came to life, and the suit's warning systems signalled a weapons lock. Multiple weapons lock.
Each and every vessel opened fire, missles, bullets, pulse cannons, torpedoes hurtling toward him.
Mk 10, seized the distraction and bolted for the exit door, having used his link to Holly to vent the oxygen in that section to remove any resistance he darted through the doors, sealing it behind him.
In the shuttle bay, a crater was blasted into the deckplate where Jay had stood, and extended out to the external launchbay doors and had blown an impressive hole in the side of the ship. Mk.10, linked to the bay's security monitors and watching chuckled to himself, chuckles which turned to curses as on the edge of the screen he saw the form of the EVE-1 land feet first on the dorsal hull of the central Space Eagle, slamming a fist into it's hull plating he ripped out it's fuel core then leapt away, the fighter craft exploding in an impressive fireworks display.
 
Where most people would have felt panic, Jay felt only exhilaration, as he evaded another barrage of fire from the remaining craft, and let off a retaliatory strike of his own, letting loose the shoulder-mounted rockets, and a few rounds from his wrist mounted pulse cannons for good measure, all the while diving left and right, rolling, back-flipping, acrobatically dodging everything the ships had to offer in the kind of gymastic display that no-human could perform without breaking every bone in their body. This Battlesuit, Mk.10 had to concede, was an impressive piece of kit.
 
The dust cleared on the security monitor, and all Mk.10 now saw was the suit, standing amongst a pile of now derelict spacecraft. 
"That was fun" he said, turning to face the camera "Now it's your turn..."
 
<I was hoping Reuben could tag this, but given his earlier message I instead have to say TO BE CONTINUED!!>   
 
  

[Andy Longman] 
 -----Original Message-----From: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com [mailto:JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.com]On Behalf Of scutter_2Sent: 27 May 2007 15:44To: JMC_Blue_Dwarf@yahoogroups.comSubject: [JMC_Blue_Dwarf] The beginning of the end

OOC: Just a quick'n.Mk.10 was fighting a losing battle. The torrent of crew membersflooding into the hangar was seemingly without end. He was alreadydown to his last few magazines of rail-gun ammo, and was trying totake out as many people per shot as possible. Even so, with one of thetwo stationary turrets destroyed, it would be inevitable that thehangar would be lost.The crackle of static and whine of feedback sounded over the ship'sintercom, before Jay's voice rang out."I'm coming for you you metal son of a bitch-droid!"Mk.10 did something that surprised even himself a little; he chuckled."Bitch-droid? Heh, that's pretty good, dude." he replied over theemergency private comm channels; those not cut off along with Holly."You were already here, and had your chance. What, did you run off tohave a quick cry?""You'll get yours, smeg-bot. Just don't die till I get there. I'mgonna see that you pay-" replied Jay, before being cut off by Mk.10."What, you gonna make me say sorry to yer girlfriend and rebuild thePhoenix?" he said smugly.It was more or less at that point that Mk.10 noticed the distinct lackof audible gunfire.Out in the corridor, the crewmembers were all backing up out of theway of the huge lumbering form of the E.V.E-1 Battlesuit, containing Jay.Mk.10 looked on as Jay burst through the door to the hangar."What, you couldn't be a tad more subtle?""The door was too low."If the battlesuit had teeth, it would be armed up to them, and more orless every armament aboard was trained on Mk.10 and his dwindlingrobotic forces."...Ah, crap."<tag>