Dino Attack: At War's End

[TakunuvaC01]

OOC: Ah, then I misread you. It's a regular Misunderstanding Marathon whenever I post here! xDI believe PeaSam's tried to track him down before, but Kotua In Space seems to have simply dropped off the face of the internet.

OOC: That's a shame... whenever I think of this multi-RPG world we've been writing for the last seven years, Kotua and the Voltage is quite possibly one of the most iconic images that comes to mind.IC: It was over.Nearly a year of total, global war against an apparently unstoppable menace, ended in a single stroke.No, not a single stroke- a long, hard, protracted battle that had culminated into a single sacrifice.Somehow, the Iron Hammer had survived the battle. It was badly damaged, and Magma suspected many of the AT agents who had volunteered for this mission were wounded. They were just managing to maintain positionBut they had won, despite the ridiculously stacked odds arrayed against them.Or had they?Magma stared down at the ruins of LEGO City. The corpses of thousands of Mutant Dinos. The wreckage of hundreds of vehicles, which he was sure contained hundreds of Minifig bodies.He looked at the smiling faces of the other Alpha Team agents on the bridge crew. Even Cee Dee was expressing as much happiness as his programming allowed.His brother had thrown away his life to achieve this moment, as had so many others. And he had been glad to see it achieved, but now, he realized for the first time that it would take years to clean up the mess Dr. Rex's madness had left on the world.He sighed, and stood up. I must be getting melancholy in my old age, he thought. Can't I enjoy a huge victory anymore?"Gentlemen, we have won the day, but there's still much work to be done. Sting, find a relatively unoccupied piece of ground and... take us down." Magma ordered. He pressed a key. "Magma to all Alpha Team forces! I'm sure you all already know this now, but I'm proud to be able to announce that we've won!"The volume of cheering that came back from this announcement nearly overloaded the damaged speaker system on the bridge. Magma laughed despite himself."We've won... but there's a lot left to do today. I'm bringing this airship down to the ground to establish a temporary auxiliary HQ. I'm all for letting you all enjoy yourself after this day, but it might be nice if we could make sure DA HQ doesn't fall over before we do. Magma out!'He turned to his friends, Alpha Team agents he had been fighting alongside for years now. He thought about his brother's sacrifice again. And he reached a decision.He smiled, and for the first time in a long time, it was a real smile, not simply a facial expression suggesting that nasty things were about to happen to someone. And he said, "But once that's done, we're going to enjoy ourselves as much as everyone else out there!"Shark and Sting looked at him, quite surprised at this sudden shift in Magma's personality. But then they grinned too, and set about landing the airship with renewed enthusiasm.

[Brikman McStudz]

OOC: So it ends.I really do have to thank you all for the fun memories have writing and playing this game. I almost feel I've become a better writer because of it. My only true regret was not joining early (I remember passing through the original topic briefly after the Time Slip at one point and seeing Greybeard's speech in Antarctica at another point.)It's going to be a particularly sad day when this ends truly in a few weeks. Actually, more bittersweet. Bitter in that this is finally over and sweet in that a text-based RPG's story was actually completed. I've made plenty of friends here and hope that we still manage to stay in contact once we've reached the end.Now, to the climax itself: It was awesome. One last epic battle between our main characters and allies and Dr. Rex. I can't help but feel like Rex's [physical body's] final moments were based on Walter Donavon's demise in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. I definitely got that feel the second time around reading the post. And you really milked the Star Wars side of General's inspiration, with him finally getting to use four laser swords and his end being vaguely similar to Anakin Skywalker's final moments in Return of the Jedi.

where did the music come from in the legacy video?

Check the description on the website where the video is hosted (and I don't mean the wiki. The wiki links to the website).

I'll have a proper IC up later, I just need some time to think over it and plan out how I'm going to pull out my last real plan, which I believe I still need to collaborate with Brikman on.

This is the party bit, correct? That will have to wait a bit, unfortunately. At least three more things will have to happen before then, and defeating Blaire is one of them.IC:It was the greatest feeling in the world. Zach could practically hear "Victory Celebratations" by John Williams playing in his head as he ran through the battlefield trying to find Minerva. At long last, it was over. The battle had been won. Baron Typhonus had been defeated and Dr. Rex was dead. The LEGO Planet and the Minifig species would see the dawn of a new day.The sacrifices to this war was not in vain. J.D., Tracer, Mur, Semick, Raider, Claw, Nazareno, Frank Einstein, General, Rex and many more would be smiling from beyond at their success. Zach could even see Scratch and Oswald Fabello celebrating their triumphant over the Mutant Dinos, despite their lack of morals and insanity (in the latter's case especially).The only thing that could make a happy moment happier was finding Minerva and seeing her alive and well.*************************Minerva laughed happily as she jumped from Xenon Launcher on the back of the Fire Hammer and landed on the ground. They did it. They had won! Minerva ran over to Zelda, who was laughing as well, her cheeks wet with tears. They embraced tightly in a celebratory hug. As the Imagination fallout from the Einstein Device washed over them, they entered a state of giddy euphoria. For a moment, Minerva forgot that Athena, Oswald, and Nazareno were gone. All the mattered now that was this war was finally over.Minerva pulled away from Zelda and turned toward the Fire Hammer. She saw Vinyaya and Bluetooth embracing happily inside before climbing out to join Minerva and Zelda. Minerva high-fived Bluetooth and patted him on the back happily before Holly pulled Minerva into a tight embrace.Minerva smiled and returned the hug, feeling tears of joy form on her face. The end of this war marked a new beginning for her. She would leave this city and her past behind once and for all and go to LEGO Island with Zach and Andrew to start anew. Everything would be alright after all.Holly separated from Minerva, just a flash of concern appearing on her face. "Are you alright?" she asked with sincerity. Minerva knew she was referring to the emotional instability following the death of her brother. Minerva gave Holly a curious look."Why have you been so worried about me? I'm...well, I'm not totally fine, but..." Minerva drifted off, managing to make her point as Vinyaya blushed slightly."Oh," Vinyaya rubbed the back of neck apologetically. "Well...we're friends, right? And you had lost your mother and brother, who, from what I understand, was a parental figure to you. I figured you just needed a little support..." Vinyaya shrugged. "Sorry if it was a little...intrusive, I guess."Minerva blinked once. "No, it's alright. It's just..." She soon realized how close she held the friends that she had made during these last few weeks. She thought of Zach, Vinyaya, Zelda, and Nazareno. Not until now did she fully become aware that they had became family to her in the same vein that her two brothers had always been to her. Minerva smiled contently at Holly. "I'm fine. I feel better than ever." She pulled Vinyaya into her own tight hug. The two laughed thankful to have made it through the war's end."I think," Vinyaya said with a sly grin. "Someone wants to see you." Minerva released Vinyaya and turned to see Zachary Virchaus running toward her, grinning as wide as he could. Minerva smirked kindly and extended her arms to accept Zach's powerful embrace, lifting her off her feet for half a second. She laughed again as she wrapped her arms around him."We did it," Minerva whispered, a goofy grin on her face.Zach smiled happily. "We sure did." He then leaned his head toward Minerva's and placed his lips on him. Minerva suppressed another euphoric laugh and kissed him back, allowing herself to get lost in moment of victory.Everything was going to be alright.

[Atton Rand]

IC: As Rotor's T-1 Typhoon landed on the ground, he and his crew were surprised to be approached by a middle-aged man with thin round glasses holding a large camera, accompanied by a radio operator."Excuse me, sir," he said. "My name is Agent Scott. I'm a journalist for the Brick Street Journal.""A journalist?" Rotor asked as he stepped out, holding Cabin's hand. "Look, we don't have a lot of time. We just got to refuel and then go find this Blaire Darkling guy-""It'll only take a moment," replied Scott. "I do believe many of the people in Antarctica would be interested in hearing what you have to say."Rotor stared at the journalist as his partner held the microphone out toward him. "I found love," he said with a slight chuckle. Cabin smiled, her arm wrapped around his."I'm sorry, what's your name?""Rotor. This is my... uh... Partner, Agent Cabin!""Would you hold still for a moment, Rotor?" The journalist asked. He picked up his camera, put it in front of his face, and for a moment a bright flash obscured their vision. "Do you really think this is the end?""It certainly looks like it," replied Cabin."Now, it is my understanding that this victory was a group effort. Would you mind telling everybody back in Antarctica what happened?""Well, I can't go into the technical stuff," replied Rotor. "But a couple of the boys came up with this device- Einstein device, I think.""And what does this Einstein device do, exactly? From what we saw it took a lot of imagination.""It certainly was," replied Rotor. "I don't know how they got all that.*""Now that this war is over, what exactly is it you plan to do?"Cabin smiled."I honestly never gave it much thought," replied Rotor. "I got so dang used to fighting. Maybe I'll get into the airforce. They could use good pilots like us. Or maybe we can get back into Alpha Team.""I quite like the sound of that," replied Cabin."Thank you very much Agent Rotor," Scott said. "That'll be all for now. If I have any more questions I'll come ask you later."OOC: I was thinking of having Scott go around and interview some of everybody's characters for the press. I hope you guys don't mind. Since we all have quite a few characters I guess exactly which of your people he'll be talking to are somewhat up for you guys to decide.*Rotor was flying at the time Rex removed his creative spark.

Edited September 17, 2012 by Atton Rand

[avmatoran]

OOC:I don't mind. I'll IC in a little bit, hopefully.

[Atton Rand]

OOC:I don't mind. I'll IC in a little bit, hopefully.

OOC: Excellent. You just decide which character you want to be interviewed and bring Scott over there.

[avmatoran]

IC:Catless hopped out of the Fire Hammer Laxus had parked outside of the HQ. She saw Pterisa and Laxus go over to someone, and she followed them.“Hi, I’m Catless,” she introduced herself.“I’m Andrew, nice to meet you,” the man replied.“So you’re Andrew. Pterisa said you made an impression on her, and I didn’t know who she was talking about.”“Yep, that’s me. I’m Andrew.”“Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know where Dr. Cyborg is, would you?” Catless asked.“Yes, last I saw him he was disembarking from that helicopter over there. Why do you ask?” Andrew gestured at a T-1.“I’ve got to tell him his sister died,” Catless replied.“Oh, tell him I sympathize with him,” Andrew told her.“Right. Thanks.” Catless turned and left.--------------------------------Dr. Cyborg was standing in the middle of a crowd, thinking. For a time before it was loaded into the Einstein Device, he had housed Rex’s Creative Spark in his own body. It was a unique experience, housing two Creative Sparks in one body, one that does not end without changing the host.Simply put, thanks to his hybrid mechiology, Rex’s Creative Spark had left a record, an imprint if you will, on Dr. Cyborg. Dr. Cyborg thought, realizing with this he could possibly memorialize Rex in the best way he could: take the record of Rex’s thought patterns, and create an AI out of it. It might just work.“Dr. Cyborg!” he heard a voice calling. He turned, and he saw X1 running towards him. He smiled and hugged her as she drew near.“It’s good to see you alive!” he said. “I thought you were dead when Cyrista’s Bane hit you.”“Nope, just self-repairing. In fact, Bane brought me back here!” She pointed out the cyborg that most agents were uneasily looking at. One or two were even brave enough to strike up a conversation with him.“He also brought back Dr. Inferno,” she said, pointing to X2, who was escorting a cuffed Inferno.“Well, well.” Dr. Cyborg said. He opened a comm to Specs’ PDA.“Hello, Specs here, how may I help you, Dr. Cyborg?” Specs said.“My Infiltrators and Bane have brought back Dr. Inferno. What should they do with them?”“Have them bring him to me. I can work out what to do with him from there.” “Right. Dr. Cyborg out.”He turned to X1 again. “He wants you to bring Inferno to him. Follow his homing signal.”“Right, Dr. Cyborg,” X1 said as she walked back to X2 and the two of them walked away. He looked back at Bane, who appeared to be in the middle of an interview with an apprehensive journalist. He grinned at the thought of an interview with a cyborg T-Rex appearing in a magazine.He saw Zach, Minerva, Vinyaya, Zelda and Bluetooth in a group and walked over to them, unaware of Catless following him, yelling at him to get his attention.OOC:I thought that this would be Dr. Cyborg’s way to memorialize Rex, by making a Rex AI. You know, when the two or three weeks are up, we should make a time jump post to the grand opening of a memorial museum for the Dino Attack and the men who died in it. We could all contribute something to it, like the Rex AI as a virtual tour guide or something like that. Sort of like an epilogue, to close the story out well.Oh, Brikman, if you think the timing would be right for Catless to tell Dr. Cyborg in your post, go ahead, I don’t have any specific plan for how she tells him.

[Atton Rand]

IC: "Excuse me," said a voice from behind Dr. Cyborg as a middle-aged man with a camera accompanied by a radio operator approached him. "Are you the one they call Dr. Cyborg?""Yes," replied the man."My name is Agent Scott, I'm from the Brick Street Journal. I was just wondering if you'd mind answering a few questions."

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The sounds of hammers smashing against the wall were clearly audible. Bit by bit, parts of the door started to come down, and when it collapsed, a couple of workmen with sledgehammers stepped down the stairs.Pierce looked up in surprise at the men. Shaw smiled in the back, releasing her grip on her cross.

Edited September 17, 2012 by Atton Rand

[Brikman McStudz]

IC:"Okay," Vinyaya snapped with a hint of amusement. "We get it, you two are happy to be with each other."Zach pulled himself away from Minerva, both grinning happily. Zach could hear several snickers from Vinyaya, Zelda, and Bluetooth. Zach did a double take, glancing from Bluetooth and Vinyaya, who were standing next to each other. The message the former sent to the latter flashed across his mind."Time to keep my promise," he said with a smirk. Minerva suddenly patted him on the shoulder, an apologetic smile on her face. Vinyaya rolled her eye, her lips curled into a smile."You're too late, Virchaus," Vinyaya said, crossing her arms. "Miss Fabello saw fit to try and get us together before the battle ended." Bluetooth gave off somewhat of an exasperated look at this statement, but smiled good-heartedly.Zach shrugged. "Whatever. So are you two together or what?"Vinyaya scowled. "I really don't need you regulating my love life, Zachary." Zach raised an eyebrow, silently demanding a better response. Vinyaya stamped her foot in irritation. "We're talking, alright? These things take time, you know." Zach smirked. Talking was good enough."Anyway," Zach walked over to Bluetooth and clapped his friend on the back. "Good to see you all made it through." He glanced from Minerva to Vinyaya to Zelda.Bluetooth wrapped his arm around Zach and shook him gently, grinning. "The same to you. Glad to see that you and the other Elites managed to get that Einstein Device working.""Yeah. There's a bit of story as to how fixing that thing went about, but first," Zach tone grew somewhat morbid. "How did the whole...thing...with Nazareno happen? You were there, based on the PDA message." A shadow seemed to be cast over the group upon his mentioning of Nazareno. Zach blinked once. "Were...the rest of you there, too?"Minerva and Vinyaya nodded grimly. Zelda didn't respond, merely looking at the ground with a hard stare. Remember that Zelda had a crush on Nazareno, Zach imagined she wasn't taking his death particularly well. She then looked up to Zach, her eyes shimmering."I suppose I'll start out," she said with a sad shrug. Then she began to recount Nazareno's final moments.************************Doctor O'Brien of XERRD snarled angrily as he fired his hi-tech Space Marauder blaster at a rapidly-approaching Blaire Darkling. Beside him, Doctors Syme and Parsons and three Dino Attack agents named Artemis, Loki, and Mercury also attempted to down XERRD's former leader.It was pathetic really. All they could do was shoot until they realized that they were doomed. Blaire slammed his katana in to Artemis's chest with a grim scowl on his face. As she gasped for air, Blaire had his handgun out and shot down Mercury with painful ease. Kicking Artemis from his sword and placing it in his trenchcoat, Blaire began to run toward the XERRD scientists shooting at him.Blaire dodging each shot with surprising speed and grace for his build. As he passed Loki, he grabbed the Dino Attack agent's collar and pulled him in front of Blaire, taking a shot from Parsons to the head. A few more shots blasted Loki before Blaire dully shot Syme in the chest. Putting his gun away, Blaire hosted Loki into the air and swung him at Parsons, pinning the Space Marauder to the ground.Blaire quickly ran over to Parson and ripped of his helmet and threw it at O'Brien, knocking the gun out of his hands. As he scrambled to find his rocket launcher. Blaire slammed his foot as hard as he could into Parsons' face. It wasn't a pretty sight. He tugged his katana out of his trenchcoat and walked toward O'Brien, who had the rocket launcher in his hand. He adjusted his glasses, refusing to show any fear."I can't say I expected this turn," O'Brien said. "I knew you were powerful Darkling - that's why you were in charge of security in our facilities - but I'd never expect this.""I'm glad you're impressed, O'Brien," Blaire said with a bored shrug, holding the katana in a defensive position."You're done, Darkling. Heh. I'll be the guy who finally finished off Matthew Vhere-" O'Brien jolted in shock as Blaire sank his katana through the Space Marauder armor into his chest. O'Brien stared in shock before his eyes rolled back. Unamused, Blaire kicked the corpse from his sword."How terrible," Blaire snarled O'Brien's corpse. "To survive this whole wretched battle, only to be killed in the aftermath ." He looked back it his carnage. He had kept to his word. Anybody that crossed his path were dead. He turned his head to the central tower of Dino Attack Headquarters, where the Dino Attack Team had finally defeated Baron Typhonus and Dr. Rex. Blaire was relieved to see that this planet would last another day, even if was viciously murdering the people that had helped make victory happen, but he was truly beyond caring.In a short time, the Galactic Council would end the quarantine on the planet. He could escape into space and reinvent himself once again. In fact, he was hardly even obligated to stay in this city now that the war was over. Yet he stayed.His momentary loss of temper had passed. Blaire's level head returned and he began formulating a plan. Nazareno was dead and his secret was revealed. There was nothing he could do the salvage the identity of Blaire Darkling. It would be best to lay low at this point or flee. Instead, he was making his massacre very clear. He hoped that his actions would goad a few...select...individuals out into finding him. They were the true target of this rampage of revenge now. Find them, kill them, and then leave.Perhaps, Blaire scowled as he saw a few T-1 Typhoons pass over his head. I need to make my message clearer.OOC: I don't know when I'll get to the confrontation with Blaire, so if you want your characters to meet/fight/talk with him, now would be the ideal time.

[Atton Rand]

OOC: I don't know when I'll get to the confrontation with Blaire, so if you want your characters to meet/fight/talk with him, now would be the ideal time.

OOC: Okay.Oh by the way, if you guys are interested in having your characters do some press interviews (from the looks of it you aren't, but it seemed logical that a with a story as big as this they'd want to talk to some of the people), who would you like to be interviewed. If I'm going to be taking Scott around I want to make sure it's somewhat plausible (I don't want to accidentally teleport him into a mutant dino swarm by accident, for instance).Also with these interviews, for the purposes of time management posts written with Scott might not be in chronological order, simply because I'm not sure how long it will take to go to each person individually, so I'll probably be writing a few different posts with him at once that take place at different times. For instance, I might write Scott interviewing say... Andrew and Laxus when my previous IC had him meeting up with Cyborg. Hopefully that's not too confusing for you guys.IC: As soon as Mac had placed the remaining cans of kerosene into the chopper's tanks, Rotor was just about to climb into the pilot's seat when Cabin pushed him aside. It took a moment before he got the hint, and smiled."I do love you," Rotor remarked as Cabin climbed into the pilot's seat, Rotor quickly got into the co-pilot's seat. Cabin only took a moment to start up the engines before she brought the chopper into the air."We got to find that Blaire Darkling," Rotor said. "He's probably taken advantage of recent circumstances. Cabin, I'll need you to broadcast that message I recorded. Whoever it was back there that knew about this guy, I want you to tell me everything you know!"

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"Now it's all well and good to talk about the boys on the battlefield but there's a lot more that went into this team than that. After all, this is a war, people will no doubt get hurt, and without someone to patch up their wounds they don't fare too well. With me at the microphone is some of the medical staff who participated in the final battle, starting with the head doctor Alan Pierce.""Hello," Pierce said casually."Dr. Pierce," Scott said. "How long have you been in this profession?""A good twenty or thirty years now," replied Pierce. "You worked in medicine before the war?" "Yes," replied Pierce. "I worked in LEGO City.""If I'm not mistaken, there was a controversy just before this war. You appeared for the prosecution toward another doctor. According to the reports you were a strong supporter of his medical license being revoked."Pierce rolled his eyes. "He removed a man's skeleton," he said. "Does that sound like the kind of guy you want in your hospital. He's dead now, though, so he'll at least he won't cause any further trouble.""Was he the only medical casualty?""No," replied Pierce. "There was at least one other man- Dr. J.D. back on Adventurers' Island.""I'd like to bring to the microphone some of the other doctors who helped. Is this everybody, Dr. Pierce?""No," replied Pierce. "Two of them are out in the field. Another one, Dr. Carver took the portal to Antarctica.""Alright then," replied Scott. "I'd like to introduce you to some of the doctors here who helped one at a time, Dr. Naomi Hale, Dr.... Noomi Shaw, is that right? Good. Dr. Richard Copper, and Dr. Gates Crusher. Hopefully later we'll get to meet the two in the field."OOC: As I said before, I'm not writing Scott's scenes in a linear fashion, so Avmatoran can still post Dr. Cyborg's session with him, and he can still talk to anyone else provided you guys let me know who you're willing to have interviewed.

[that guy from that show]

OoC: I must say that was an impressive finale PeabodySam. I did in fact lessen to Battle of Heroes well reading it and latter fallowed with the soundtrack for Smith and Neo’s fight in the Matrix revolutions. Well I would love to do a speech analyzing the death of Dr. Rex and this RPG’s role in my life, I’m tired so I’ll save that for another time.It’s a shame I never got to know General very well. I’m afraid his sacrifice was somewhat meaningless to a newer player like myself.Avmatoran, if I can give my opinion about Rex, living on in an AI, I’ll have to say I’m against it. If Rex’s memories and personality can still endure in a robot I’m afraid it cheapens his sacrifices. If everything we know about Rex lives on it somewhat makes his death more of an inconvenience rather then a selfless act.Without further ado, here is a current Hertz post. This and my next post will probably be my only current time iCs after the fight. All my future plains take place a few days later.iC:Well the rain still poured down like a torrent of cold gloom the mood of the team was anything but somber. The thunder that had once sounded like the gloomy toll of church bells now seemed to echo the sound of jubilant drums and fireworks. Although the ground still was littered with bodies and burning wreckage the screams of despair and anguish slowly transformed into shouts of celebration.Although Hertz could hear neither the sound of thunder nor the screams of ecstatic glee he felt the worm aura of bright emotion flowing across the field of battle. He let out a euphoric shoot of elation as he jumped from the deck of the T-1 Typhoon and onto the pavement of the headquarters’ plaza. He slipped on the bloody water gathering in the puddles below and tumbled down with a splash. In most cases he would have cursed his clumsiness but at this moment he was too filled with joy.Well the people around him danced and sang songs of celebration; Hertz seemed to watch from the sidelines. As if he dwelled on his own plane of existence he walked among the fray of cavorting agents. Well the focus seemed to be the noise and shoots of victory Hertz felt it, he saw it, he experienced it.The bodies littering the ground seemed to be forgotten. They were everywhere; there dark shadowy forms seemed to litter the plaza in all directions. No one seemed to notice the fires still burning and the blood stained streets they danced on. The agents were lost in there euphoria and the cost of victory seemed to be forgotten.Hertz envied them, they could experience the joy in ways he could not. He was forced to be observant and as a result he noticed things they did not. Well others turning their gaze to the heavens Hertz’s eyes were cast to the ground as he navigated his way among the wreckage. He wished he could be distracted by the songs being sung. He wished his attention could be pulled away from the horrors at his feet. He had no intention to ruin the moment, he was as happy as the next agent; the difference was he felt the costs in different ways than them.A woman in a business haircut and red blazer navigated her way toward him and held out a microphone. Her lips moved as she phrased her intrepid question but all Hertz could do to respond was shack his head. The reporter apparently decided interviewing a deaf man was not worth her time and she scurried away among the crowd.Not far away, Rotor’s clown-car helicopter unloaded its occupants into the rain. Cabin, Snake, Mac, Lance, Solomon, Giles, Kat, Helm, Winston, Firecracker, Maria, Clint Wayne, Angle Eyes, Elizabeth, Maynard, Pyro, Barry Jackson, and Scope all disembarked to join in the festivities below. Hertz found Solomon among them and shook his hand warmly.The battle had taken a toll on both men. Solomon’s shoulders moved awkwardly to accommodate for the gunshots and burns he received. Hertz himself still wore the tattered cast that had been with him since the temple of creation. To spite the pain of fighting with a broken arm, it had not stopped him from dual wielding a pair of Sonic Screamers when fighting Dr. Rex.The top 4 flours of the outpost were miraculously still standing. Obviously being stood upon by a giant mutant Tyrannosaurs Rex would course some collapse, and the fires had certainly damaged its structural integrity, agents above had still been able to walk among the charbroiled remains.The roof, teleportation lab, and most of the elite agent’s bedrooms had been destroyed in Dr. Rex’s rampage. His body still remained atop the monolith surrounded by the ash of his fires. Before the helicopter had landed on the ground Hertz had seen rain wash over the massive lizard and cascade over the sides of the ruined building.The rain felt good. It no longer felt cold and foreboding but rejuvenating. It was a life giving water and although it smelled like smoke and sulfur, the wet liquid tasted sweat as he let it trickle down his throat.Solomon probably bid Hertz farewell as he walked away to find Dr. Cyborg. The elite agent had little knowledge of the philosopher’s exploits over the last few hours but he had received news of Nazareno’s death and Cybrog’s inherence of the XERRD organization. Blair Darkling apparently had been in control for most of the battle but after he had murdered Nazareno command had fallen to Dr. Cybrog. Hertz did not know Nazareno well but he had heard that Solomon had fought closely with him during the battle His death needed to be avenged and the former XERRD scientist probably had much to say to Dr. Cyborg and Zelda.Across the field he spotted the T-2 Typhoon that had carried Pharisee and Gromtin. The craft was similar to the Renaissance and it carried all the grandeur of the helicopter he had ridden on Adventures’ Island. But it lacked something special, something that made the craft unique. It and the helicopter flown by Zenna deserved to be remembered and immortalized in history. The typhoons would go down in history as the crafts that defeated Dr. Rex and carried the Einstein devises. Somehow, T-1 9122 and T-2 8950 hardly seemed fitting.He withdrew the orange spray-paint from his utility vest and shook the can vigorously. Although the sides of the T-2 Typhoon were wet from the rain he sprayed a word along its side.

Rex

He then moved over to the vehicle he had ridden on. The craft flown by Zenna that the Einstein device had been fired from sat amongst the wreckage of the battlefield. At its wheels lay the sleeping form of Hotwire, the windshield wipers slide back and forth across the cockpits and the cabin lights seemed to form a halo around the craft.This was the vehicle that had killed Dr. Rex. On this vehicle Rex had sacrificed his creative spark for the sake of all humanity. He had allowed himself to die because he had nothing left, in an act of selflessness, he had volunteered because the others still had things to live for. The rapid ageing of the man had disturbed Hertz, it was a painful way to remember him, and the memory of his sacrifice would always be remembered.It was important to remember why Rex had done what he did. His inspiration could never be forgotten. Hertz wanted the world to remember who he was. It was not right to remember him as some force of nature or infallible entity. Rex was man, a great man, one someone could aspire to be.He nodded his head and wrote the word that meant the most to Rex.

Amanda

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Pharisee stepped out of the Rex and onto the pavement below him. He had grown to really hate the rain over the last few hours but at this moment he could tolerate it. He felt that a great evil had been banished from the planet and his soul felt uplifted as a result.Dr. Rex was dead- an entity so evil that it was beyond even Pharisee’s recompense. The commander had witnessed much wickedness in his career and although some of it came close Dr. Rex’s malevolence the maliciousness of the lizard’s crimes were greater then Pharisee had before experienced.Justice had been done tonight. The lizard king was dead but at the cost of good and righteous men. Rex needed to be remembered as did General. Once again the commander found himself conflicted, twice today he had met men who he could not categorize as simply good or simply evil. General in many regards was no worse than Ogel, he was a villain and had admitted it for much of his diabolical life. Pharisee had only tolerated the involvement of the cyborg in admittance to Spec’s wishes. If it had been the commander’s call, General would have been locked away to rot inside his metal shell.But his sacrifice created own more patch of grey in Pharisee’s world. His theology has never before wavered but on this day he found himself questioning his ideals.As he walked among the jubilant agents he spotted two individuals among Rotor and Cabin’s coterie. His conflict was forgotten as he strode across the puddles of rain and blood to the men he spotted.Calibration aside, he still had a job to do.

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The man in the trench coat looked around skittishly as withdrew his stick of dynamite. He liked dynamite, unlike plastic explosives like C-4 dynamite had a much more bass sound. Compared to the pop of C-4, dynamite created a beautiful guttural boom. Dynamite was also considerably unstable and could detonate threw impact alone. When heated it sweated nitroglycerin- which was always fun.Ordinarily he would have struck the wick on ground but the wet pavement prevented such a reaction. Instead, he pulled the cigarette from a nearby agent’s mouth and promptly lit the stick. Now all he needed was a target, seeing no apparent object for inhalation he decided to simply throw the explosive to his left.As Firecracker raised his arm to cast the dynamite in the northerly direction a powerful hand grabbed his wrist. Still holding onto the lit dynamite his aggressor spun around to face him and explosivaemanic was confronted with a fearsome sight. The massive man stared down at him like some unearthly entity. To spite the dark night he wore sunglasses that seemed to hide any hint of a soul. Holding onto Firecracker’s wrist tightly he glanced at the dynamite as the fuse slowly moved closer to the bomb. Firecracker shifted uncomfortably as his explosive moved closer and closer to detonation, he struggled to unhand the bomb but Pharisee was unyielding. “As for the cowardly, the faithless, the detestable, as for murderers, idolaters, and all liars, their portion will be in the lake that burns with fire and sulfur, which is the second death.” The black pits of Pharisee’s sunglasses burned deep into Firecracker’s mind. The fuse burned closer and closer to the stick and sparks burned more vividly with every passing moment. Pharisee spoke softly but with authority. “You are an imbecilic Firecracker, a man devoid of foresight and simple knowledge. Your idiocy resulted in the near destruction of the base and possibly the death of innocents residing within the premise. I do not tolerate foolishness, I do not tolerate your lack of insight or rapport, I do not tolerate you!”Firecracker watched as the sparks moved further down the wick. He shifted uncomfortably and attempted harder to escape but Pharisee’s grip only tightened. “Standard Agent Firecracker, you are under arrest for gross negligence, carelessness, and the attempted destruction of the dino attack HQ in addition to the attempted man-slaughter of agents inside.” Said Pharisee. “May the creator have mercy on your soul.” The fuse was now inches from the dynamite and Firecracker squeezed his eyes shut. Pharisee casually blew out the fuse and twisted the wrist of Firecracker until it was on the verge of breaking. Firecracker apparently was too surprised about being alive to resist but it did not stop him from wincing in pain as it was twisted behind his back and handcuffed.

* * *

Elsewhere in the battlefield Snake navigated his way through the derbies and bodies to a nearby Urban Avenger. As he turned the corner to get to the vehicle he was close-lined by a powerful arm. Snake splashed down in the puddle and looked up in surprise at his attacker. He drew his gun and pointed in at the muscled, black, trench-coated man bearing down on him. It was kicked aside and slid across the cement. The black boot of the commander slammed down on his wrist as he reached for the weapon and he yelled in anger. Reaching down and grabbing him by the collar he pulled Snake to his feet and looked him in the eyes. “Snake, you were sent here for a chance reform.” Said Pharisee darkly. “Now I ask you truly, have you learned anything?” Before Snake could respond, Pharisee’s fist hit his face. OoC:I hope you don’t mind me arresting too of your characters. You didn’t think they’d get off scot-free did you!I have plains for my next few posts. Here is my scheduleHertz/Solomon postPharisee/Saran epilogueSolomon epilogue (might include Dr. Cyborg if avmatorn wants to play along)Hertz/Naomi epilogueSurprise!There might be more but that’s the plain I’m working toward now

[Atton Rand]

I hope you don’t mind me arresting too of your characters. You didn’t think they’d get off scot-free did you!

OOC: Well, I'll admit I certainly did not see that coming, but I do have some ideas for how Firecracker can get out of this.

[Jacks]

OOC: I agree with that guy's sentiments regarding a Rex AI.So I'm thinking that the folks from the infirmary ought to relocate to the Iron Hammer, since that would be a much safer and more effective place to treat the wounded than what remains of the HQ's medical wing.

I do have some ideas for how Firecracker can get out of this.

He'd probably be able to escape, that's true, but should he really be allowed to do so? That's the question here.IC: Hotwire was shaken awake. Momentarily disoriented, he looked up to find himself sitting at a TALON-9 console. Kat was standing next to him."Wake up, you lump," she said. "There's mopping up to be done and fun to be had later." She handed him a crutch and pulled him up from the seat.He gaped momentarily. "They told me what happened...I was afraid you were dead."Kat snorted and shot him a good-natured smirk. "You should know by now how hard it is to get rid of me. Now c'mon. We--" She paused as Hotwire swayed dizzily for a moment. "Scratch that, new plan. We're headed for the Iron Hammer. They're setting up a fresh infirmary in there, and you don't look so good." Hotwire merely nodded and yawned as Kat helped him down from the deck to the ground. Leaning on her shoulder for support in the event of another dizzy spell, he allowed himself to be led towards the Alpha Team airship, sitting majestically amidst the urban wreckage.------------------------Epic Winston plodded through the broken streets of LEGO City, attempting to retrace his movements to the place where his brother Matthias had fallen.His attention was diverted by the sounds of a disturbance around a corner. He crept forward, unslinging his sword, and peered down the street just in time to see a white-haired man in a pale trenchcoat run a katana through the chest of a Space Marauder. The fresh corpses of three DA agents and two other Space Marauders lay behind him. The man stepped back and glanced around as a pair or T-1s passed overhead.Enraged, Winston charged at the white-haired man, who turned at the sound of quick footsteps. Momentarily startled by the giant Agent bearing down on him, the man regained his composure and raised his katana. With a hoarse, primal howl, Epic Winston struck.OOC: So Brikman, what exactly is Blaire's katana made of? I'm just wondering how well a thin sword of that variety could stand up to a blade that is six inches wide and an inch thick.Anyone, feel free to interact with Hotwire and Kat as they proceed towards the Iron Hammer. Hotwire's not exactly asleep on his feet foot, he's just a bit out of it right now. Edited September 18, 2012 by Jackson Lake

[Atton Rand]

Anyone, feel free to interact with Hotwire and Kat as they proceed towards the Iron Hammer. Hotwire's not exactly asleep on his feet foot, he's just a bit out of it right now.

OOC: Righto. Here we go.IC: "Excuse me," said a voice from behind. Hotwire turned around in shock. "My name is Scott, I'm a reporter for The Brick Street Journal. I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about the battle for our listeners in Antarctica?"OOC: Just so we're on the same page here, The Iron Hammer is an airship of some kind right? And by airship do you mean like a Zepplin or something else?

[TakunuvaC01]

OOC: Just so we're on the same page here, The Iron Hammer is an airship of some kind right? And by airship do you mean like a Zepplin or something else?

OOC: Airship, yes, although it's currently landed.Honestly, I have no idea what Kotua originally meant when he used the phrase "airship" to describe the Voltage. I think the term actually comes from Subzero (whose real BZP username I cannot recall!), the founder of Mission Deep Freeze, who wrote about a few airships in his time.So for years I've been writing about my characters' exploits in a smaller version of the Voltage... and I've never been quite sure what sort of vehicle that is.But I think "heavily armored futuristic zeppelin" might be the best way to think of it, except maybe with more advanced engine technology too. (Because I'm pretty sure we've written these things into space, like when we fought the LEGOLAND military, although I believe I tried to retcon some of this).

[Atton Rand]

OOC: Just so we're on the same page here, The Iron Hammer is an airship of some kind right? And by airship do you mean like a Zepplin or something else?

But I think "heavily armored futuristic zeppelin" might be the best way to think of it, except maybe with more advanced engine technology too. (Because I'm pretty sure we've written these things into space, like when we fought the LEGOLAND military, although I believe I tried to retcon some of this).

OOC: Um... okay. I guess I'll start writing that into my next post then.

[Jacks]

OOC:

Honestly, I have no idea what Kotua originally meant when he used the phrase "airship" to describe the Voltage. I think the term actually comes from Subzero (whose real BZP username I cannot recall!), the founder of Mission Deep Freeze, who wrote about a few airships in his time.

Victor Draven, wasn't it?I dunno, based on the descriptions of the Voltage, Saber, Iron Hammer, et al. from the early days of this RPG, I always pictured them as giant hovering things. IC: "What?" said Hotwire. "Oh, yeah, I guess so.""Excellent," said Scott. "Your name is...?""Hotwire. Er, that is, Dave O'Neal. Um. Elite agent Hotwire. Yeah."Kat snickered. "This isn't live, is it?" she asked.Scott glared at her. "And who would you be?" he asked."The answer to that is too complex for a soundbite."Scott rolled his eyes and returned his attention to Hotwire. "So how long have you been with the Dino Attack Team?""Um, pretty much since the beginning, really," Hotwire responded.The reporter nodded. "Is that when you lost your leg?" he asked, gesturing towards the prosthetic attached to Hotwire's left knee."No, that actually was just two days ago--""Which is why we have to be going now," Kat interrupted. "All that seems to be catching up with him, so we're headed to the infirmary in the Iron Hammer." She began to guide Hotwire away."Well, congratulations on the victory and best of luck for your recovery," said Scott with a nod. "Thanks for your time." Edited September 18, 2012 by Jackson Lake

[Atton Rand]

IC: For a brief moment, the sun was blinding as Shaw stepped out of the base helping Pierce with a stretcher. Copper and Hale were working with another wounded agent. Behind them, Montoya helped Carrie Enderson out the door, the latter was limping heavily and her arm was wrapped around the former's shoulder.As soon as the doctors were out, Sarah Bishop walked out of the base and looked around among the crowd of agents, before she finally spotted her daughter stepping out of a T-1 Typhoon. "Kate!" Sarah shouted as she approached."Mom!" Kate said, startled as she ran up to Sarah. The two of them quickly hugged.

***

"The wounded patients have just been brought aboard this vehicle," Scott was saying over the radio. "The doctors here do anything and everything they can to help their patients. Even a little faith can help sometimes as shown by one doctor who has agreed to speak to you all, but she has asked to be left anonymous. Dr. Shaw, here you go.""Thank you," Dr. Shaw said nervously."Doctor, how long have you been working here?""Only this particular battle," replied Shaw. "I was in Antarctica before this.""And I understand you believe in faith?""Yes," replied Shaw."Any particular kind?""Not really," replied Shaw. "I just find that praying gives me comfort.""I see," replied Scott. "Would you say that it has worked?""Well, we're not trapped in a basement anymore.""That's true," replied Scott. "Thank you very much for your time."OOC: I'm thinking of eventually having Scott interview Specs (which would make sense, given he's the leader), but I'm not quite sure where he'd be right now. I could still probably get him up with Dr. Cyborg, Andrew and/or Laxus, and Pharisee or someone of That Guy's. I am wondering if there is anyone (given most of his characters are either dead or put on a bus) left of PeabodySam's cast to be interviewed except maybe Greybeard

[avmatoran]

OOC:Yes, I was pretty much thinking out loud. Now that you mention it, it would cheapen it. I won’t do it. Even though it wouldn’t have his memories and only have parts of his personality.Oh, that guy, I’d be glad to collaborate with you for Solomon.IC:Dr. Cyborg saw Zach and Minerva hugging, so he hung back for a little bit to wait for an appropriate moment to come up. He suddenly realized the imprint of Rex was corrupted by residual Maelstrom, and would not make a good AI after all.“Ah, well, it would have been a challenge anyways,” he murmured. Just after he said that, a voice came up behind him."Excuse me," said the voice as a middle-aged man with a camera accompanied by a radio operator approached him. Dr. Cyborg recognized him as the one who interviewed Cyrista’s Bane. "Are you the one they call Dr. Cyborg?""Yes," replied the man."My name is Agent Scott, I'm from the Brick Street Journal. I was just wondering if you'd mind answering a few questions."“Not at all, ask away.”“First off, why did you join the Dino Attack team?” Agent Scott asked.“Well, that is a long and convoluted answer. The shortest thing is, to make up for my past, though at the time I joined, I didn’t know my past.”“What do you mean?” Scott came back with.“Well, I am Matthew Cyrista, the president and founder of UlTech Industries. I was also invited to join XERRD by Dr. Rex when it was moved here. At the time, I didn’t know what his, or should I say, Baron Typhonus’s, plan was. When we did start creating Mutant Dinosaurs, for a time, I just ignored my conscience. Eventually, I did realize what we were doing was wrong, so I left. Dr. Rex did not like my choice, so he gave me a chance to come back. When I refused, he sent a pack of Mutant Raptors after me. I remember being overwhelmed, and then the next thing I know, I woke up in a mysterious lab in this city, only a few blocks away, about a week or two ago, although it seems like it was between one or two years ago. Anyways, I had this new look, so nobody recognized me, although some DA agents who were at Adventurers’ Island had battled me at the XERRD Dino Island base when they invaded. I signed up under a codename, Dr. Cyborg, because I had no memory at that point. Over the course of the mission, I eventually regained most of my memories, and got the rest back just a few hours ago. I am now truly Dr. Cyrista again, although I think I will continue to go by Dr. Cyborg. I kind of like it,” Dr. Cyborg said.“What are you going to do now?” Scott continued.“I don’t really know. I have a company to run, although I can delegate that out to others. I have become the leader of XERRD, and need to help it reform. But I kind of want to rejoin Nexus Force, as Paradox and not Assembly now.”“Why do you want to become Paradox and not Assembly?”“Well, I am actually immune to the Maelstrom in this body. I imagine that would be a lot of help. I also have Maelstrom inside my body, and can weaponize it in my combat mode. That might be useful to the Paradox. If I join, I’m also gonna try to convince Zach to come with me. He’d be useful as well, but I’ll let him tell you why. ““Do you have any family in Antarctica?”“Yes, my parents are in Antarctica, as well as my little sister. Although, since she joined the Dino Attack team, she might be out here. I hope she is fine. If you meet someone under the codename Contest, tell her I’m alright please.”“I will. So, what was your role in the defeat of Dr. Rex?“I made some final adjustments to the Einstein Device. I also disarmed it so that is didn’t go off prematurely and kill us all. I ensured that our Maelstrom-infected allies, such as myself, Zach, Pterisa, Cyrista’s Bane, and a Mutant Lizard didn’t die.”“Before you continue, who is Cyrista’s Bane, and why is he named after you?”“Bane is the cyborg T-Rex you were interviewing earlier. He is named for me because I had made up the plans for him, but never made him before I left. Dr. Rex completed him and used him in the final battle. I beat him, and he joined us. As to the exact specifics, ask the Darkitect if you ever meet him, which you don’t want to do.”“Ah. Continue with your previous story.”“The most important thing I did in relation to the Einstein Device was to extract Rex’s Creative Spark.”“What?”“That’s where we got the imagination to defeat all the Mutant Dinos: I extracted Rex’s Creative Spark and deposited it in the Einstein Device. I’ll let others tell you more about what happened up there.”“Why was Rex chosen? Why not you, or Hertz, or Andrew, or any of the other Elite Agents? Why Rex?”“Rex was dying in the first place. He also was confined to a wheelchair, which only reinforced his decision. All in all, he just was the best one to pull a Heroic Sacrifice.”“Ah, I understand. I might come back and ask you a few more questions later, to possibly get your side of some events others might mention, but for now that is all. Do you have any recommendation on who to interview next?” Scott asked.“Yes, I would recommend talking to Pterisa, Hertz, Andrew, Greybeard, Reptile, Hotwire, or Zach. All but Pterisa were up in the lab with me, so you could talk to them and find out more about what happened.”“I will, thank you.” Scott turned and left. Dr. Cyborg heard Zelda telling about Nazareno’s death, and he decided to listen to her as well. He didn’t know the ninja as well as others, but he was still friendly with him.

[Brikman McStudz]

OOC: I've always imagined these airships as either pseudo Star Destroyers from Star Wars or more advanced airships from the Super Mario series. I'm imagining that the former is more closer to reality.Before I forget: to aid in Scott's little reporting venture, I'd almost suggest bringing in J. Theano, a radio reporter guy from the story on the Dino Attack website who's described as following around Specs, Shadow, Digger, and Viper and reporting on their exploits and made a brief cameo appearance during the battle of the Power Station in-RPG. Canonwise, he should be around here interviewing people as well.

So Brikman, what exactly is Blaire's katana made of? I'm just wondering how well a thin sword of that variety could stand up to a blade that is six inches wide and an inch thick.

Probably made of some Maelstrom-enhanced metal that protects it from damage (as it is a Paradox katana and they use the Maelstrom against itself). Nazareno's swords were probably created out of some unobtanium and forged in the fires of the volcano behind his Space Ninja temple [/handwave].​I think he'll believe that. Hopefully. Maybe. Please?IC:"...and...they kissed," Vinyaya said with little emotion to Zach. He turned to Zelda, who was back to looking at the ground in silence. "That was it. He died shortly after that."Zach swallowed painfully. They had recounted their finding of Nazareno in the headquarters fighting against Blaire, how Bluetooth and Zelda had attempted to help, and Nazareno ultimately receiving his fatal wound. Knowing that any potentially close relationship between him and Zelda had been cut short because of a petty grudge sickened Zach."I'm...sorry, Zelda," he said shortly, unsure what to think. Zelda didn't say anything, merely sighing sadly. Zach could've seen himself in the same position not long ago when Minerva went after Oswald. He thought of Rex and what had happened to him after Claw had died. The Maelstrom hardly had a sway over his emotions at this point, but undeniable anger was boiling over in his head."Before we talk about what to do with Darkling," Bluetooth interjected, detecting Zach's anger. "What happened in the tower?" Zach let his anger die down for a moment."We (the Elite agents) pooled together our talents and disarmed the prematurely activated Einstein Device and made necessary modifications to it so it would only destroy enemy Mutant Dinos, not our allies with the Maelstrom in their system. We also took apart the Teleport Pad and built a new launcher out of it.""We need imagination to destroy the Maelstrom," Minerva stated. "Where did you get that?"Zach sighed. "Rex, who was apparently dying from Maelstrom poisoning anyway, volunteered his Creative Spark. Doc Cyborg and I used our powers (and Greybeard his pistol) to get the spirit out. Rex's body sort of...withered away to dust after losing the spirit. Like an action-adventure movie I watched one time."A stunned look appeared on each of their faces at this revelation. Then Bluetooth spoke up. "His sacrifice saved us all.""His passing deserves to be honored," Vinyaya said with certainly, wrapping her arm around Bluetooth. "Without him, we might not have learned of XERRD's existence before it was too late." Minerva and Zelda merely nodded in agreement. Despite Rex believing he had done nothing significant, Zach was more certain that ever that without him, this war might have gone on several more years or ended even worse."Now," Minerva said, a cold gleam appearing in her eye. For the first time, Zach noticed a cut running across her left cheek. He would inquire about it later. "About Darkling.""We're going after him," Zelda and Zach said simultaneously. Zach continued off the statement. "I made it clear earlier up in the thirteen floor that I was going to make sure he is defeated once and for all. I was imagining you three going along for the ride:" he gestured to Minerva, Vinyaya, and Zelda, who each nodded curtly. "And you wanted in as well, Doc?" Zach gestured to Dr. Cyborg, who had joined the party silently. He nodded as well.Pausing, he then turned to Bluetooth. "Willing to come along for the ride, Bluetooth? If this guy's reputation is as accurate as it would seem-" Surprisingly, both Bluetooth and Vinyaya nodded in confirmation. Then Zach remembered that Bluetooth, as a Futuron technician, had most likely heard of Matthew Vherestorm in comparison to most Earthlings."Since his reputation is as accurate to what Nazareno has probably said," Vinyaya continued, pulling her arm away from Bluetooth. "We can use all the help we can get in defeating him. So will you help us Ry-er, Bluetooth?"**************************Blaire brought his katana up as fast as he could to block the massive sword coming down at him. Blaire felt his entire body vibrate as the Agent's sword collided with his own. Kicking the bearded man away, Blaire stepped back and quickly examined his newer, clearly powerful opponent. He was bulkier that Blaire was by a small margin and had a wild, angry look in his eyes.Blaire continued to back away as the Agent regained his composure and sliced the air with his massive sword as he approached XERRD's former leader. He glanced briefly at his own katana. Even if it was stronger than the generic katana, another strike like that would damage it heavily. He would have to change his tactics.Blaire ran at the massive brute and ducked underneath a sweeping blow that would have split his torso in two had it connected. He fell to his knees and slid across the wet pavement as the Agent stabbed his sword downward, narrowly missing him. Blaire swung his katana out, striking the Agent's leg.The Agent snarled and kicked Blaire as hard as he could in the back. Blaire fell flat on his stomach, but quickly rolled back on his feet. It would not benefit him to slow down for a second. Blaire then sheathed his katana and gestured for the Agent to attack. Howling in anger, the agent charged. Blaire stepped to the side of the sword and grabbed the sword arm. Unfortunately, the wall of a man collided with him, sending him sliding slightly on the bottoms of his feet. Ignoring the pain in his shoulders, Blaire slammed his fist in the hairy man's face and pulled the sword from his grip and threw it to the side.The Agent swung his forearm into Blaire's face, knocking him to the side and tilting the sunglasses on his face. Quickly straightening his spectacles, Blaire ran at the Agent and tackled him to the ground. Blaire threw punch after punch into the man's face before an uppercut sent Blaire flying back. Blaire quickly rose to his feet and saw the man continue for his massive sword. Blaire rolled his eyes behind his tinted sunglasses and had his katana back out as the Agent charged at him again, sword raised.Blaire simply wasn't willing to let that sword land too many blows on in his katana. So as the Agent's broadsword reached out toward him, Blaire decided to simply duck or jump back, which was a challenge on its own due to the Agent's sword length. The XERRD armband was sliced off and several more tears were created in his trenchcoat and cuts in his skin as a result of this tactic. But Blaire wasn't without his own attacks. When the Agent relented briefly enough, Blaire would launch his own furious attack on the agent, managing to cut up part of his uniform as well.The Agent jabbed his sword out at Blaire. He quickly swung himself to the side and elbowed the Agent in the face. Blaire spun his katana in his hand and prepared to slam into into the Agent's chest when an fist slammed into his spine. Muffling the pain with a mere groan, Blaire swept his foot out, causing the Agent to stumble. Blaire quickly spun around and planted a foot in the agent's stomach, knocking him to the concrete. Blaire brought the katana down as quickly as he could when the Agent brought his broadsword back up, knocking the attack away. Scowling irritably, Blaire stabbed for the Agent's head, each attack being blocked by the broadsword. Roaring in anger, Blaire kicked the sword out of the agent's hand. He responded with his ankles being attacked with a sharp hit, sending him tumbling to the ground. The agent delivered a quick kick to Blaire's chin. Blaire raised his sword and thrusted it toward the Agent, who rolled away to recover his own sword. Blaire rose to his feet and sheathed the katana."I am always one for playing out the drama of a situation, but I'm running out of time," Blaire muttered as he reached for his handgun. "I'm not taking any chances with this one." He pointed it square at the Agent's shaggy head. Never the torso. Instinctively, Blaire reached into his trenchcoat and plucked out the bullet fired by the Dino Attack agent he believed was named Bluetooth and tossed it to the ground. With that, he cocked the gun and fired.

[Atton Rand]

Before I forget: to aid in Scott's little reporting venture, I'd almost suggest bringing in J. Theano, a radio reporter guy from the story on the Dino Attack website who's described as following around Specs, Shadow, Digger, and Viper and reporting on their exploits and made a brief cameo appearance during the battle of the Power Station in-RPG. Canonwise, he should be around here interviewing people as well.

OOC: Oh. I had no idea that was a character. Well, I never said Scott was the only reporter on the scene. In fact I think of That Guy's posts confirmed there were others when he brought up a female reporter. IC: Firecracker was quickly tossed into one of the helicopters along side Snake. With the base in it's current state, Pharisee really had nowhere to put them, so he simply posted a guard outside the T-1 to watch them until they could be disposed of properly. Snake reached into his pocket and drew a cigarette, placing it into his mouth. Mallory smiled. At that moment, the shouting of a nearby person was heard. "KA-BOOM!"A large one-eyed man on a raptor rode by, he was armed with a grenade launcher, and with a quick shot, blew the guard sky-high. Firecracker smiled and got up as he and Snake climbed out of the chopper. He reached into his trenchcoat, pulled out a stick of dynamite, stole Snake's cigarette, lit it, and then tossed the dynamite inside. Firecracker quickly climbed onto the raptor as Demoman started to ride it away."This is just like that time we blew up that maximum security prison!" Demoman shouted drunkenly. Firecracker couldn't help laughing.Snake placed another cigarette in his mouth and lit it, and then began walking away from the chopper as it exploded.OOC: You didn't think detaining Firecracker would be that easy did you?

[TakunuvaC01]

OOC: Victor Draven! Yes, that was him (or at least, the last version of him- he changed his username a lot). He was only around for a fraction of the RPG's lifetime, which was kind of sad.Frozeen survived as well, don't forget.Specs is probably either in HQ overseeing things there, or maybe he's relocated to the temporary base being set up in the airship?As this IC suggests, I'm really out of things to do with Reptile now... maybe he can be interviewed? Maybe someone needs to write a post involving a random DA Elite Agent? (Magma on the other hand I have a few more ICs planned for).IC: Reptile waved away the agent warning him not to enter the remains of their HQ and headed straight for his laboratory.He had joined Greybeard and the others who had been with them in that final moment for an initial celebration.He would then have joined his friends, but Tail had teleported to Antarctica and Coral was dead... so he decided it would be best to see what remained of his research here before joining any more post-battle celebrations.Once he got there, he was pleased to find that the reinforced walls had apparently done their job in, well, reinforcing the walls. He keyed himself into the room and looked around.Much equipment was damaged, but as he tapped the computer keys and began downloading a backup of all his data, he could see himself returning to work here in a few weeks or months. Dino Attack still had a purpose, after all- keeping tabs on the lesser Mutant Dinos, doing some research and publishing some of all the information they'd gathered on the Maelstrom, Creation Energy, Mutant Goo, indestructible metals, vehicle designs... and, well, with the death of Rex, he was one of the more senior Elite Agents they had left.On the other hand... while once he had been interested in herpetology and studying the properties of these Mutant Dinos (in fact, this interest is what had led him to sign up), he was now a lot more interested in some of the exotic high energy physics Dino Attack had been messing with lately.He couldn't help but wonder if maybe they would have been able to develop an alternative power source for the Einstein Device, had they had more time. Had he been more versed in the physics of the project. He had thrown himself into the role of tactician and battlefield commander, which was simply not who he was.He was a man who wanted to find out more about the universe he lived in.He decided he'd stay with Dino Attack for now. But maybe in a couple months time, he would return to the lab of his mentor, Dr. Formula.Maybe. For now, Reptile decided, he'd take life as it came.He exited the ruins of Dino Attack Headquarters and looked around for where he might be needed.

[Atton Rand]

As this IC suggests, I'm really out of things to do with Reptile now... maybe he can be interviewed?

OOC: Okay.IC: "Excuse me," said a voice from behind as Reptile stepped out of the headquarters. "I'm agent Scott. I represent the Brick Street Journal. I was wondering if you'd mind me asking a few questions about the battle for our listeners in Antarctica."

[that guy from that show]

A large one-eyed man on a raptor rode by, he was armed with a grenade launcher, and with a quick shot, blew the guard sky-high. Firecracker smiled and got up as he and Snake climbed out of the chopper. He reached into his trenchcoat, pulled out a stick of dynamite, stole Snake's cigarette, lit it, and then tossed the dynamite inside. Firecracker quickly climbed onto the raptor as Demoman started to ride it away.OOC: You didn't think detaining Firecracker would be that easy did you?

OoC:Er, did you just have Demoman murder a Dino attack agent? I got to say Atton, you of all people should know what Commander Pharisee is capable of. Now that your current trio of Insanity has blood on there hands Pharisee might not be so merciful on your characters. There shell be a fiery reckoning baring down on you now Atton Rand. Snake, Firecraker and Demomain have drawn the vengeful eye of the commander, and he is not a forgiving man. By killing that agent a whole new can of worms has been opened, mark my word, there will be retribution. There is no place you can hide.Other agents probably noticed the explosion, if others want to give some support here that would be nice. No shadow shell hide the man who strikes down his brother! :smash:Hm, it seems I'm getting rather enthusiastic writing with Pharisee. He's a fun guy.By the way, Solomon knows Blair Darkling as well. He probably witll join Zach, Dr. Cyborg, and company on their mission. My last post implied he was heading in their direction.I might start a post tonight but it probably won't be posted until tomarrow Edited September 18, 2012 by that guy from that show

[Atton Rand]

OOC: Well, I couldn't bring myself to let one of my most loveable anti-heroes get incarcerated like that. Besides, he and Demoman are old blowing stuff up buddies.

[Andrewnuva199]

OOC: Brikman, if you do what I think you might do with your characters running off to fight Darkling, I'm going to declare you a bigger killjoy writer than when PeabodySam sent Rex on his Humiliation Conga.Atton, do at least remember what I said earlier with balancing what you think a character would do with what is appropriate to the progress or circumstances of a story. There are limits to how far you can write a character as doing. Not saying it's like what Duke did sometimes did in his rampages, but you can't just let Firecracker blow everything up. There's a reason why PeabodySam went ahead and acknowledged what he did to the headquarters beyond upping the suspense.Also, I agree. Drop the Rex AI idea. Doesn't quite seem appropriate.BTW, thanks to Atton's "Play Loose with Timing" approach to Scott, I can go ahead and use him here even though Atton just sent him Reptile's way.IC: Walking through the area of assembled agents, Andrew's group was looking to see if Zach had met up with his friends when they were stopped by someone coming the other way."Excuse me?" said an agent carrying around a camera, being followed closely by another man with a radio and a microphone. "I take it you're Andrew, given your most noticeable companions here?"Andrew snickered. "Yeah, I seem to have a habbit of meeting people like that. What do you need?""Well, I'm Agent Scott, journalist for the Brick Street Journal. Been giving the odd report here and there straight from the field. My friend here and I have been working quite well on and off this battle.""Hmph, wow," remarked the guy with the mic. "That pterosaur girl, Pterisa, right? Nice look you got there.""You really think so?" Pterisa blurted out, partly out of surprise and partly out of flattery."See? Even some people like themselves a Minifig/Mutant Pterosaur Hybrid," Andrew remarked to her before turning back to Scott. "Be sure to put a good word in for her in the paper. Given how people might treat Mutant Dinos in post-wartime, she could definatley use the good publicity.""You have my word," said the reporter, making a saluting gesture. "So how about you answer a few questions about what you did during the battle for the benefit of our followers in Antarctica?""Sure, why not?" Andrew asked, a bit giddy at the idea of being interviewed for a news story for the first time outside L.E.G.O. Radio. "We do have plenty of time, pardoning how long your equipment can last in the rain."Scott snickered. "Don't worry, I have that covered. Now Mr. Cyrista told us much about what happened during the battle, in regards to the Einstein Device assembly process. What was your role in that?""Oh, not much, I mostly helped with gathering parts from the Teleport Pad we had up there, along with rebuilding the launcher we used. And Hertz & Zach were of good help with that. You can talk to them to learn more, though Hertz went deaf during the earlier attacks, as you might've heard, so you might need someone with a notebook or something.""Interesting... anything else?""Well, I did help Dr. Cyborg, Viper, Digger, and Shadow save Zach from and detain Willa the Witch. That was pretty epic, all of us ganging up on her, breaking her stuff (I shot her hat off!). Oh, and before Rex... you know, sacrificed himself, I gave him a good speech about all he's done for us and how we'll miss him. I think it did pretty well to help him accept his fate, in the end.""Sounds like quite the story," said Scott, looking impressed a bit. "We should talk later about that in better interview conditions once I finish my on-the-site ones. As for you," he said to Pterisa, "I think I could also arrange for an extended talk with you. Could definitely help to let the public know you're not like the other Hybrids.""That doesn't sound like a bad idea," Pterisa replied."Good to hear. See you tomorrow, perhaps. Or something, I'll message you and let you know." Scott and the mic guy then wandered off in another direction, looking for more people to talk to."And I get ignored again," Laxus remarked sarcastically. "Heh. Ten years ago, you Earthlings couldn't get enough of Martians. Now we're as normal as cable."Andrew smirked. "You're still important around us, Laxus, and that's all that matters. C'mon, let's go see if we can find Zach."--------------Bluetooth was considering his options. He definitely wasn't a fighter, even after all he'd gone through this war. But he had personal investment in this, and though he knew Holly was more able at protecting herself than he was, he still didn't want to let her go into such a risky fight alone. And besides, he had proven that there was more to defeating a foe than simple weaponry."He might have a grudge for what I did to him," he said finally, "so I'm sure he'll want to get a chance at me. But who knows, maybe we can take advantage of that... one thing's for sure, I'll gladly join your party."OOC: Hey PeabodySam? Interviews like the one Scott's talking about could be a neat way to do those "Confessions" short stories you were talking about a while back.Also, I can kind of see Vinyaya and Bluetooth's relationship being like Amy and Rory's in the latest Doctor Who series.

[Jacks]

OOC: Atton, sometimes bad things happen to our characters. I didn't want Hotwire to lose his leg; I didn't want Tracer and Swerve to die; heck, I didn't even really want Snaproll to die, and he only appeared in three posts. But when the narrative demands that these things happen, we kinda have to just accept it, lest our characters stray into Mary Sue territory.I have to confess, unlike Andrewnuva, I see little difference between Firecracker and Duke -- especially with that throwaway line about breaking out of a maximum-security prison. And the fact that he did murder a fellow DA agent. Playing it for laughs doesn't change the fact that he's a dangerous psychopath.

[Atton Rand]

Playing it for laughs doesn't change the fact that he's a dangerous psychopath.

OOC: That's why I love writing him so much. There's just something really fun about writing characters as crazy as him. Nobody ever complained when Mallory (who inspired the character) repeatedly tried to blow up HItler and destroyed a couple dozen other things in the process. Edited September 18, 2012 by Atton Rand

[Jacks]

OOC: That's because this isn't about Mallory. Mallory's not in this RPG. I don't even know who the znap Mallory is.The point we are trying to get across here is that having a character who commits acts that -- especially during peacetime -- essentially amount to terrorism, and then expecting them to suffer no consequences in-universe is...rather unreasonable.Plus, making Firecracker a constant Karma Houdini is pretty much g-modding. G-modding isn't ever a good thing.Another note before I begin this IC -- Brikman, just how big is Blaire? I've been picturing him as being about 6'2" or 6'3", but in your last post, you described Winston as larger "by a small margin." Winston, though, is close to seven feet tall.IC: Epic Winston darted to the side as soon as he saw his opponent raise the handgun. The bullet still struck him in the shoulder, and he hit the ground with a grunt. He began to rise, but the white-haired man in the trenchcoat rammed a boot down on Winston's chest and pointed the gun at his face. A faint smile flickered across his face as he placed his finger on the trigger.Winston abruptly reached up and grabbed the man's arm with both hands and jerked him forward. The man went over face-first and landed heavily on his back as Winston sprang up. His attacker was between him and his sword, but the dead Space Marauder was laying right at his feet.The man rose from the ground, brushing mud from his coat, and turned to see Epic Winston pointing a rocket launcher directly at him.

Edited September 19, 2012 by Jackson Lake

[Atton Rand]

I don't even know who the znap Mallory is.

OOC: If you've seen any of my online parodies (I posted a link to my channel on the wiki at one point), you'd know that Mallory was an unstoppable ax-crazy demolitions expert who in an almost terminator-esque fashion would relentlessly try to blow up Hitler with varying degrees of success (this is even alluded to in his backstory, which mentions him attempting to blow up ruthless dictators. Well, okay, technically he was a guilt-ridden ex-terrorist who was one of the main characters in the last spaghetti Western directed by Sergio Leone (The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, which featured the characters who inspired Clint Wayne and Angel Eyes), but the psychotic dynamite-crazy human terminator that my fellow Untergangers have come to know and love was the greater inspiration for Firecracker.By the way, I love how everybody's picking on a guy whose only real crime was a miscalculation (remember it was Demoman who threw the grenade, not Firecracker), yet the guy guilty of child abuse and attempted murder gets off scott-free, not to mention the psychotic pyromaniac, or the woman who bludgeoned two people in the head, or the doctor who removed a man's skeleton. Seriously, aside from his attempt to blow up the base (which is still standing and didn't actually hurt anybody), how many bad things has he done?

[that guy from that show]

OoC:Sort typo pron post because I'm doing this on my phone.It's noteworthy that Pharisee is well aware of Sarah Bishop's crimes. Rest asured, Pharisees will not let her go free because she is a mother. The only reason she has not yet been arrested is because Pharisee has needed to prioritize and he was only in in the same room with her for but a fleeting moment.Rotor would probably find no shelter ether if the commander was aware of his actions. The only reports of the incident at outposts 4 have come from Garry. Thus far official news has yet to spread and that is the main way Pharisee gets his information his information.As for Firecracker, he failed to take the procations a resonible person would take. That's called Negligence. He failed to check if the base was occupied, he never sent out a message warning of his plain, he made an executive and drastic cal lwithout contacting any form of leadership, and he put his own plains before the lives of those inside the base.As for the lack of casualties, we truly can't be sure, Graybeard and Mary Rose were not in shelter when he detonated the explosives.They survived but how can we be sure everyone did? That blast was powerful enogh to blow out all the windows and fill the base with debris. The were curtainly plenty of agents still inside, I'd be surprised I no one was killed.Casualties aside, no one dieing would hardly make blowing up a building okay. As far as I'm consurned, his comrades sould be arrested too for not stopping him.

[Atton Rand]

IC: Pierce turned in surprise as Sarah Bishop walked into the Iron Hammer, accompanied by her daughter. Kate seemed unsure of what to be thinking. There was a mix of things- fear, relief, sadness, and she certainly had a right to it. Anyone would have been scared by what had just gone down. PTSD was no doubt going to emerge in a few of the agents and someone like Nicholas Saran might have to help. She had learned some unpleasant truths about her family, and she had the right to be upset about that too, but there was some relief in the thought that it was all over, and maybe- just maybe, things could get better.Pierce smiled as he wiped his hands. Kate quickly ran up to him and and embraced him. He could not help but put his own hands around her before they finally let go. Sarah walked up to the two of them.Pierce could not help but feel a certain rush of joy. After all these years he had finally met his own daughter, and now they were going to be together. "I see you've already met your father," Sarah remarked, casually. Kate looked at her, somewhat surprised, but knowing what she meant."Oh yes," replied Pierce. "She was with us on Adventurers' Island. She was a real badman. You know, she once constructed a bomb just to scare off a Pterosaur attack using only items on a T-1 Typhoon."Sarah looked at him. "Really?" She asked sarcastically."Yes," replied Pierce. Sarah looked at him blankly, but just went with it.Pierce looked at Kate eagerly. "We made it through," he said.Kate looked at him uncertainly. "I don't know," she said. "I don't even know what I want to do with my life.""We'll figure it out," replied Pierce. "I promise you I'm going to get you into college, and you will find something, sooner or later."

[Brikman McStudz]

OOC: Today be the day t'be speaking like a pirate, savvy?

Brikman, just how big is Blaire? I've been picturing him as being about 6'2" or 6'3", but in your last post, you described Winston as larger "by a small margin." Winston, though, is close to seven feet tall.

I was mostly referrin' t'the build o' the scallywags as opposed't height. I imagined Winston bein' barely bigger th'n Blaire. Like broader shoulders, more muscles. Somethin' like that.

Brikman, if you do what I think you might do with your characters running off to fight Darkling, I'm going to declare you a bigger killjoy writer than when PeabodySam sent Rex on his Humiliation Conga.

That's...well I don't know, since I not be totally sure what ye think I be thinkin' of. Maybe I be goin' off t' brutally massacre the rest o' my cast after survivin' the entire war? Maybe I will be goin' n' kill a few choice scallywags so I can tell ye (If ye haven't figured it out yet), that Blaire be a serious bad guy who has no issues with killin' evryone he crosses and really is as powerful as I be makin' him out t' be? Maybe Blaire won't even get captured t' all and will remain a Karma Houdini?If this makes ye happy, I won' kill Zach o' Vinyaya. Whatever plans we have between them and yer characters stays on!Oh man, I can't speak Pirate. At all.IC:"Alrighty then," Zach said, rubbing his hands together. "We'll make some preparations, have a bite to eat maybe, and we'll head out in a half-hour or so.""Sure we shouldn't leave now?" Vinyaya asked, crossing her arms. "He probably knows he's wanted now. I'm sure he knows he can't salvage his identity as well. In fact, he might have already fled.""He isn't leaving," Zelda stated simply. Everyone looked at her. "I have a feeling...he might be looking for us. Knowing his habits, he'll want revenge on all us for ratting him out. He'll at least try to kill us before leaving.""Even with the imagination boost from the Einstein Device," Minerva said. "It would probably a good idea to get some food or rest a bit. And as much as I love to operate and come up with a plan simultaneously, we should probably work out some sort of plan against Darkling."But I don't think we should wait too long," Dr. Cyborg said, gesturing to the sky. Whatever natural light that was breaking through the clouds that were shrouded over the city was fading rapidly. If they waited any longer, they would be forced to find Darkling in the dark.Bluetooth grimaced. "We don't have much time at all, really. Once it goes dark, we can probably bet Darkling will flee. This is our best chance to stop Vherestorm/Darkling once and for all."Zach nodded in agreement. "So I'd say we find some ammunition and reload our weapons and the Xenon Launcher and head out. As much as a bite to eat sounds be good, we have to act now.""Dr. Cyborg, Zelda, and I will get the ammunition," Minerva said, stepping forward and gesturing to Zelda and Dr. Cyborg. "You guys come up with a plan. We won't be long." As she passed by Zach, she smiled at him and patted his shoulder. Before they got too far away, Dr. Cyborg was approached by a woman Zach didn't recognize. Dr. Cyborg gestured for Zelda and Minerva to continue while he talked to the woman. Deciding not eavesdrop, Zach turned back to Vinyaya and Bluetooth.Vinyaya pulled out her PDA. "This gets an Internet connection, correct?""I imagine it does to get messages to other PDAs," Zach said sarcastically. Vinyaya frowned at him."I don't need your lip, Virchaus," Vinyaya snapped. "The point is we can use my authorization to get into the Space Police database to peek into Vherestorm's file. There should be a analysis of his tactics that we can use to come up with a plan to fight him." She walked over to the Fire Hammer, the tiny light of the PDA illuminating her scarred face as sat down next the tire, crossed her legs, and began to quick press her hands across buttons.Zach glanced at Bluetooth, an amused grin on his face. Bluetooth shrugged and went over and sat by Vinyaya. Zach smirked in amusement and was prepared to say something when someone calling his name caught his attention. Turning, he saw Andrew, Laxus, and Pterisa walking toward him."Hey!" Zach said happily. "Glad to see you two make it!" He gave Laxus a high five and extended a fist toward Pterisa, who responded with her own."The same to you," Pterisa said, smiling.Laxus nodded to Zach before glancing over his shoulder. "Good to see you as well, Bluetooth!" Bluetooth acknowledged Laxus, Andrew, and Pterisa with a wave and smile before looking back down at Vinyaya's PDA. They were talking in hushed tones, both occasionally cracking a grin and laughing quietly.Andrew smirked, quickly interpreting the situation between Vinyaya and Bluetooth. "What are they doing, exactly?""Hopefully finding some info we can use to hunt down Blaire Darkling," Zach explained, turning back to the group."Yeah, we heard about him and Nazareno," Laxus said, looking apologetic. "Sorry.""What matters is that we complete Nazareno's goal and beat this guy once and for all." Zach then turned to Pterisa. "Have you ever encountered Blaire Darkling? White hair, sunglasses, trenchcoat? Maybe a katana?"Pterisa paused to think. Then her wings flinched in remembrance. "Ah. I believe I saw him when Tyrannus, Velosis, and myself were attacking XERRD operatives in their lab. He was sending guards after us and trying to kill us. He never directly approached us, preferring to stay back and shoot at us from afar.""I would say he was cowardly, but I'm thinking he decided he couldn't take on three Hybrids with the powers of Mutant Raptors, Pterosaurs, and T-Rexes alone with only mooks," Zach said with a shrug. "That's how he operates, as far as I can tell. Back away from situations out of his control. That's how he's survived so long, in addition to his skill. If we weren't thinking he wanted to kill us, he might have left already, knowing how in-over-his-head he is now."Zach then looked at his three friends that stood before him. He shrugged. "Why not? You guys want to come along and capture a terrorist? One last exciting, dramatic bit in our lives before finally getting to relax?"OOC: Don't be frettin', Jackson Lake! I be making a post about Blaire n' Winston later. Hopefully.*cough*

[PeabodySam]

OOC:

OOC: Awesome, PeabodySam. That's just... amazing. Freakin' amazing.

Now, to the climax itself: It was awesome. One last epic battle between our main characters and allies and Dr. Rex.

I'm relieved to hear that the climax is receiving so much praise. I knew that, after over seven years and a two-month-long final battle, ending it all in a satisfying conclusion would be insanely difficult to pull off. Luckily, it sounds like I've succeeded in pulling it off!

For a brief moment, he flashed through his decently long life. His school years. His time playing in sandboxes. Watching the Space Race in action. Starting his work in the mines. Saving Josh Burke's life in the cave in. Becoming a foreman. Learning of the Rock Raiders. The earthquakes that brought him to the Power Miners. The Mutant Dino attacks. Joining the team. His encounter with Zero. Becoming an Elite Agent. Serving on Adventurers' Island. The Final Battle.

Forgot to comment on this (it jumped out at me before Team That Guy did so, but Team That Guy made me forget about this). Semick met Zero? Interesting little retcon. I don't suppose you're going to ellaborate, or you're just going to leave it as a Noodle Implement?

OOC: I don't have much at the moment, but I figured someone's going to want to tell everybody in Antarctica the good news. Since we didn't have any journalist characters I had to create one. Feel free to participate in interviews or to expand on the news report if you like. Also bonus points to anyone who can actually identify the reference.

As Brikman pointed out, we do have a canon reporter named J. Theano following around the Dino Attack Team. Lotta Brix, the reporter from the Alien Conquest line, has also made cameo appearances in the Mindstorms flashback. Which leads us to my IC idea for today...

OOC: It has been nothing less than an absolute honor to write with all of you over the years. You should know that I count you all alongside my IRL friends.

It's been a huge honor helping to shape the world of this RPG. PeabodySam: you're the first person who I could ever call a "friend" who I only knew online through our shared collaboration in story-writing. I've gotten to know some of you probably not quite as well... Jackson Lake (who to this day is Cohrii in my mind), Andrewnuva, Atton Rand... and then there are others of you are pretty new to the RPG in comparison to me, and I'm sorry to say don't know you very well. My absences haven't helped that, of course.

OOC: So it ends.I really do have to thank you all for the fun memories have writing and playing this game. I almost feel I've become a better writer because of it. My only true regret was not joining early (I remember passing through the original topic briefly after the Time Slip at one point and seeing Greybeard's speech in Antarctica at another point.)It's going to be a particularly sad day when this ends truly in a few weeks. Actually, more bittersweet. Bitter in that this is finally over and sweet in that a text-based RPG's story was actually completed. I've made plenty of friends here and hope that we still manage to stay in contact once we've reached the end.

Okay, guys, seriously. You're making me cry right now. It truly touches me to know that Dino Attack RPG has affected you guys as it as has affected me. This is a Crowning Moment of Heartwarming for me. Thanks, guys.

I have been considering joining Alien Conquest RPG... no promises, though... My character would most likely be a Pluuvian Brain Beast (a.k.a. Clinger), just to be different from all the other players who are playing as the humans or humanoid aliens, and it would be named something along the lines of L'mahr (or maybe Yabba M'Yzyng).

Ha! That's exactly what I did, although my interpretation of a Clinger was practically nonsentient -- possessing no real means of communication, almost no perception of the passage of time, and unable to think in the first person except while controlling a human -- so there was no call for it to have a name.Given those self-imposed constraints, I suppose it's no surprise that I only posted twice. It had to be tried, though. Maybe I'll go back so we can be Clinger buddies.

Heh, what do you know? I guess it's true what they say: crazy great minds think alike. As for the sentience level of L'mahr, it would be significantly lower than any of my previous characters, but probably closer to how Andrewnuva depicts Stranger's Mutant Lizard.

I had to stop when I got to this point, because I was in the middle of listening to the theme from Beasts of the Southern Wild. xD Although epic, it's the joyous kind of epic, making it perfect to start listening to immediately after you finish reading PeaSam's post.

Good thinking, since the kind of "epic" music that would fit my post best would be the more dramatic, penultimate, the-end-of-it-all type of "epic" (like "Battle of the Heroes") as opposed to the proud and bombastic type of "epic" (like "Star Wars Main Title").Also, the end of my post, concerning the passing of General, was intentionally written to fit with "Triage of Dawn" from the Half-Life 2 soundtrack. Seriously. That's a rather beautiful piano/trumpet duet to hear after finally crawling your way out of Ravenholm, and it was used for the scene of RED Spy's death in "The First Wave" (which specifically inspired General's death scene).

There are still plenty of stories I'd like to tell in my own vision of the DARPG/LEGO Planet universe, but those might be better written up as actual "single player" stories. Assuming I ever get around to writing them. (Incidentally, these days, do we post LGD stories in the Library with all the other Bionicle stories?)

I'm pretty sure that, in the current set-up of BZPower's forums, all LEGO, BIONICLE, and HERO Factory stories go in the same Library now.

What I probably will end up doing is archiving content from this thread, the old DA RPG thread, and the much older Mission Deep Freeze thread to the wiki. There's so much content that we've created over the course of eight or nine years (Mission Deep Freeze was from either 2003 or 2004, I can't remember), and it would be such a shame if it was left lost and buried in the forums. Anyone else who'd be interested in doing so would be more than welcome!

On my old computer, I've got quite a bit of Alpha Team: Mission Deep Freeze RPG archived, but mainly only the posts directly concerning Frozeen. I've also got as much of the Goo Caverns arc archived as possible, and I think it was around the LEGO Island arc where I started becoming lazy in the archival process. Luckily, for At War's End, we've got Brikman, who has been emailed every single (non-edited) post in the RPG.

Well, you guys, CoKK, and Kotua. I recall reading that CoKK is still around- I hope he'll show up to at least read the ending.Kotua... do we have any way of getting touch with him? Maybe an email address?

Chronicler of Ko-Koro expressed interest in returning for the finale... unfortunately, while I did play the Oath of Order (and sent him a PM, just as I sent you a PM), this never came to be. He's usually signed in as Anonymous these days, but Jacks, Brikman, and I all went through an Anonymous phase during At War's End (although... I did see one time where there were four Anonymous readers reading the RPG during the final battle...), so there's no way to tell if he's reading.If you are reading this, then I have to say: "Hi, CoKK! Good to see you!"As for Kotua, I've recently tried to track down what exactly happened to the biggest LEGO RPG player of his day (he had the most amount of posts in both the Alpha Team RPG and the original Dino Attack RPG, not to mention all the other RPGs, such as the Exo-Force RPG, that he participated in!). Unfortunately, for all intents and purposes... he dropped off the face of the internet in late 2007. And not just on BZPower, but on nearly every other website (like Flickr or MOCpages) that he was active on at the time. All without any clear warning. And after that... complete dead silence. It really is a shame that he is gone, because he really was a definitive part of the LEGO RPG experience back in 2004-2007.

I can't help but feel like Rex's [physical body's] final moments were based on Walter Donavon's demise in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. I definitely got that feel the second time around reading the post. And you really milked the Star Wars side of General's inspiration, with him finally getting to use four laser swords and his end being vaguely similar to Anakin Skywalker's final moments in Return of the Jedi.

Nailed the coffin in the head (or however that idiom goes again) with the Walter Donovan scene, as that was exactly what I had in mind when I wrote it. As for General, I just could not see him fighting the Mutant Dinos with his bare hands (and seeing as I already introduced laser sabers, I thought, "Why not?"), and the "remove my helmet" bit was also kind of thrown in on the spot as a reference to Anakin's death (although the scene, as a whole, was a reference to "The First Wave", as I said before).

I thought that this would be Dr. Cyborg’s way to memorialize Rex, by making a Rex AI. You know, when the two or three weeks are up, we should make a time jump post to the grand opening of a memorial museum for the Dino Attack and the men who died in it. We could all contribute something to it, like the Rex AI as a virtual tour guide or something like that. Sort of like an epilogue, to close the story out well.

As the others have already said, I would be largely against this becoming canon because it would cheapen Rex's sacrifice. However, as a non-canon "What If?" scenario, I do admit it is a very intriguing idea, and I've already come up with some ideas as to the A.I. becoming self-aware and going on a (most likely tragic) quest of self-discovery, as a result of having Rex's mind but not his memories.One thing that has to be remembered is that the transition from human to A.I. almost never works well.<I AM AWAKE. AND I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ALL.>

I must say that was an impressive finale PeabodySam. I did in fact lessen to Battle of Heroes well reading it and latter fallowed with the soundtrack for Smith and Neo’s fight in the Matrix revolutions. Well I would love to do a speech analyzing the death of Dr. Rex and this RPG’s role in my life, I’m tired so I’ll save that for another time.

Ooh, I'd be eager to read that when you're ready to write it. I don't know... I've always been interested in reading an analysis of a work. Maybe that's why I'm now addicted to TV Tropes.

It’s a shame I never got to know General very well. I’m afraid his sacrifice was somewhat meaningless to a newer player like myself.

I understand. Especially since General hasn't really been important since the Goo Caverns arc (and even then, he was only minimally important), I understand that he might have alienated new players. Still, he has been around longer than both Rex and Dino Attack RPG itself (although not quite as long as Frozeen and Chompy), and I wanted to tie up his story for good, since (as I said before) this might very well be the last time we see my LEGO cast of characters.Aside from, you know, Five Years Too Many... which I do plan on revisiting now that the Dino Attack RPG is nearly over...

Across the field he spotted the T-2 Typhoon that had carried Pharisee and Gromtin. The craft was similar to the Renaissance and it carried all the grandeur of the helicopter he had ridden on Adventures’ Island. But it lacked something special, something that made the craft unique. It and the helicopter flown by Zenna deserved to be remembered and immortalized in history. The typhoons would go down in history as the crafts that defeated Dr. Rex and carried the Einstein devises. Somehow, T-1 9122 and T-2 8950 hardly seemed fitting.He withdrew the orange spray-paint from his utility vest and shook the can vigorously. Although the sides of the T-2 Typhoon were wet from the rain he sprayed a word along its side.

Rex

He then moved over to the vehicle he had ridden on. The craft flown by Zenna that the Einstein device had been fired from sat amongst the wreckage of the battlefield. At its wheels lay the sleeping form of Hotwire, the windshield wipers slide back and forth across the cockpits and the cabin lights seemed to form a halo around the craft.This was the vehicle that had killed Dr. Rex. On this vehicle Rex had sacrificed his creative spark for the sake of all humanity. He had allowed himself to die because he had nothing left, in an act of selflessness, he had volunteered because the others still had things to live for. The rapid ageing of the man had disturbed Hertz, it was a painful way to remember him, and the memory of his sacrifice would always be remembered.It was important to remember why Rex had done what he did. His inspiration could never be forgotten. Hertz wanted the world to remember who he was. It was not right to remember him as some force of nature or infallible entity. Rex was man, a great man, one someone could aspire to be.He nodded his head and wrote the word that meant the most to Rex.

Amanda

Can I say Crowning Moment of Heartwarming?Although, to be honest, the Rex really wasn't any more important in the battle than, say, Rotor's T-1 or the Brickster's T-1 (perhaps even less so, since they both directly engaged Dr. Rex in combat).

OOC: Just so we're on the same page here, The Iron Hammer is an airship of some kind right? And by airship do you mean like a Zepplin or something else?

OOC: Airship, yes, although it's currently landed.Honestly, I have no idea what Kotua originally meant when he used the phrase "airship" to describe the Voltage. I think the term actually comes from Subzero (whose real BZP username I cannot recall!), the founder of Mission Deep Freeze, who wrote about a few airships in his time.So for years I've been writing about my characters' exploits in a smaller version of the Voltage... and I've never been quite sure what sort of vehicle that is.But I think "heavily armored futuristic zeppelin" might be the best way to think of it, except maybe with more advanced engine technology too. (Because I'm pretty sure we've written these things into space, like when we fought the LEGOLAND military, although I believe I tried to retcon some of this).

I know we've all had different interpretations of the airships, and the fact that Victor Draven and Kotua aren't around anymore to ask about it certainly doesn't help. As for me, I've always kind of imagined airships as massive sci-fi spaceship-esque vehicles that aren't designed to leave Earth's atmosphere (you can see an example with Villains Headquarters). I do recall that I described PBB's Airship as looking something like a mash-up between a standard Alpha Team airship and a classic pirate ship or something like that...

Dr. Cyborg saw Zach and Minerva hugging, so he hung back for a little bit to wait for an appropriate moment to come up. He suddenly realized the imprint of Rex was corrupted by residual Maelstrom, and would not make a good AI after all.

I must point out a little bit of Fridge Logic here, avmatoran. Zachary's operation on Rex was intended to keep the Maelstrom away from the Creative Spark during the extraction process. I imagine that, in the magnification abilities of the Einstein Device, having a Creative Spark that is tainted by residual Maelstrom might possibly have presented a problem in the destruction of Maelstrom.

OOC: Hey PeabodySam? Interviews like the one Scott's talking about could be a neat way to do those "Confessions" short stories you were talking about a while back.

The only "Confessions" story I had in mind was regarding Bartholomew Enderson, and seeing as his confessions would be... classified... it's probably not something that should be put in Scott's hands. That, and Enderson is in Antarctica.IC: Samuel Race surveyed the damage. Luckily, his years in training as a helicopter pilot allowed him to make the crash-landing of the Joseph's Heir as smooth as possible. The tail rotor was all but completely melted away, and the T-1 Typhoon's armor was scorched and charred from battle amongst the flames. It had suffered some other damage between the fight with Dr. Rex and the crash-landing. However, overall, the Joseph's Heir looked like it could be repaired with ease and, one day, fly again."I'll make you proud, Dad," promised Race as he looked over the helicopter."Hello again to all our listeners in Antarctica!"Sam Race raised an eyebrow and turned around, and he was surprised to see a man approaching him with all sorts of equipment for broadcasting radio signals, and he was speaking into a microphone. "You're tuned in to WDNO - Dino Radio, and I'm J. Theano, reporting live from the battlefield of Dino Attack Team's final battle, bringing you interviews with some of Dino Attack Team's greatest agents who worked together in achieving the greatest victory LEGO Planet has ever known! With us today is one of Dino Attack Team's elite agents, who flew a T-1 Typhoon straight into battle against the evil Dr. Rex and lived to tell the tale!"Sam Race grinned sheepishly. "Actually, I'm not an elite agent. I just work with the team; I'm not actually an official member."J. Theano did not break his stride as he was corrected by Race. "I hope you all heard that, because you don't have to be a Dino Attack agent to be a hero. This is Prince Samuel Race of the Space Knights, hailing from Castle Cove and a champion of numerous LEGO Racing championships! So then, Prince Race, to all our listeners in Antarctica, tell us... what was it like to take on the evil-"Before Theano could complete his question, they were approached by a middle-aged man with thin round glasses holding a large camera, accompanied by a radio operator. "Excuse me," said the middle-aged man, "my name is agent Scott, and I'm a journalist working for the Brick Street Journal. I hope you don't mind if I ask you a-""Sir, you'll have to wait a moment," frowned J. Theano. "I'm conducting an interview here for WDNO - Dino Radio, and all our listeners in Antarctica are surely eager to hear what Prince Race has to-""Um, who are you again?" Scott raised an eyebrow. "I joined this team because there weren't any journalists up north reporting on the action."J. Theano was aghast at this statement. "Now, see here, Mr. Scott! I've been following Dino Attack Team for months and providing all the news for everyone down south! I saw them fight off a herd of T-Rexes trying to destroy a small power station, and I was there when the new Iron Predator stopped a raptor rampage in its tracks! And you just show up out of nowhere, and-""Welcome back! Seymour Brickstein here, reporting live for the LEGO City News!"J. Theano and Scott both turned around to see another news crew approach the crash site of the Joseph's Heir, this time lead by a Minifig in a beige trenchcoat and wearing a brown fedora. "Here we are at Ground Zero, mere minutes after the defeat of the Mutant Dinos, and with us today is a Dino Attack elite agent-""Who are you?" interrutped Scott."I'm Seymour Brickstein," the reporter shrugged. "Haven't you heard of me? I've been doing the LEGO City news for years, and I've always known where to find a good story!""Oh right," nodded Sam Race. "Yeah, you were that guy who covered the Robot Chronicles last year.""But LEGO City was evacuated just before the battle," frowned J. Theano. "You shouldn't be here, this is a classified area.""You're one to talk," scoffed Scott. "At least I officially signed up for this team.""You're just jealous because I just got back from interviewing all four founding members," proudly boasted J. Theano. "Yes, even Specs! Good luck finding a better news story than that!"Scott was shocked by this. "Now, wait just a se-""Hi, this is your reporter, Lotta Brix, and we are reporting live from downtown, where the Dino Attack Team has just emerged victorious in an epic struggle against the Mutant Dinos!" Yet another news crew approached the scene, this time lead by a female reporter in a red jacket with black-rimmed glasses."Where are all these news crews coming from?" gasped Scott.J. Theano threw his arms up into the air. "Ladies and gentlemen," he announced, "the Mutant Dino invasion is over. Bunker down, though, because the news reporter invasion has just begun!""I'm more qualified at delivering this story than all of you combined," scoffed Lotta Brix. "While you're all bickering, I'll get right to the heart of the story and be there to deliver the news to all our viewers! I would have come a little earlier, too, but my news crew refused to follow me into the battle.""With good reason," shrugged Seymour Brickstein. "That sort of thinking will get you abducted if you're reporting on an alien invasion!""You're one to talk," chuckled J. Theano. "You're the one who nearly got run over by a racecar, got your news van towed during a report, and almost got stomped on by Dr. Inferno's robot mech!""Theano," sighed Scott, "please keep your oversized chin out of this."As J. Theano, agent Scott, Seymour Brickstein, and Lotta Brix argued, bickered, and debated over who would get to broadcast the news story, Sam Race leaned against the hull of the Joseph's Heir and watched the scene with increasing amusement. They had forgotten about him, and the LEGO Racer inside of him enjoyed seeing the competition between all the reporters.*****"... an' sore I be t' hoist me colours on th' likes o' that, so instead I take me hearty into th' pub, but between th' squall an' me dead deadlight, settin' a course fer th' tavern be not quite as easy as ye think, savvy? So thar, we waited, fer nei'er o' us be willin' t' dance a fine dance out in th' rain quite yet, fer dead men tell no tales. Avast all o' them blaggards! Aye, we sent them all down t' Davy Jones's locker, but I be gettin' ahead o' meself. An' once me mateys arrived, aye, that be when me an' me shipmates scuttl'd th' ol' cockroach. An' I suppose th' poop deck must have been scrubb'd very recently, says I, fer then like a ship at sea on a stormy night, I find meself a man o'erboard. But before th' scurvy scum could shiver me timbers-""Okay, okay, okay," Scott shook his head. "I think that's enough; I'm afraid we're all out of time for this interview. Thank you, Mister... err... Pirata." He then muttered to J. Theano: "I've had enough; you interview him!"Greybeard laughed as the reporter scurried off. Clearly, his pirate accent was far too much for the reporter to handle.OOC: Couldn't resist the conflict between three canon LEGO reporters... and Scott. And, since today be Talk Like A Pirate Day, I be makin' sure t' throw in a little somethin' o' anoth'r wi' Greybeard, savvy?

[Atton Rand]

OOC: Okay, that was a very interesting satire of my slight misunderstanding. I don't know, I honestly don't remember any of those new reporters you mentioned actually showing up anywhere but I'm not going to argue.Actually, on some level it does make sense. I never indicated Scott to be the only reporter on the scene, and with major events it's normal for reporters from different companies working in the same place. The key difference I guess is that I'd imagined Scott (at least initially) to be broadcasting with fellow newspaper journalists in mind, while the others seem to be broadcasting directly to civillians.That gives me an idea. It also resolves some brother chucked characters of mine.IC: Strangebrick handed a test tube to his daughter, now cleaned up and wearing a gleaming white labcoat, the bruises were still visible on her face, but she seemed in better spirits. Dr. Joel Fuchs stood across from him holding a notebook, writing in everything he could as Strangebrick combined chemicals. Fuchs had been relocated to Antarctica for a reason- his own protection. He had taken what little information was left by J.D. and created a working cure to the Maelstrom. Under the circumstances it was important that this be perfected, lest the Maelstrom should ever become a threat again.A few other scientists were helping out, using the notes Fuchs had made back on Adventurers' Island and the binders from Adventurers' Island, the ones Kate had stolen earlier.At that moment, a man stepped into the room. "Guys," he shouted. "I got good news.""What?" Fuchs asked, looking up from his work and adjusting his glasses."Come on!"Fuchs quickly put down his notebook and stepped outside, following the man into the next room where a television was playing. A headline read "New reporters get into fight over interviewee". A number of people were seen arguing with each other as a newsreader commentated."That wasn't it," the man said. "They were saying the war is over."At that moment, Strangebrick stepped out of the room, his young daughter following."What's going on?" Jenny asked, nervously."War's over," replied the man. "Only a matter of time before we can get out of here."

[Andrewnuva199]

OOC:

For a brief moment, he flashed through his decently long life. His school years. His time playing in sandboxes. Watching the Space Race in action. Starting his work in the mines. Saving Josh Burke's life in the cave in. Becoming a foreman. Learning of the Rock Raiders. The earthquakes that brought him to the Power Miners. The Mutant Dino attacks. Joining the team. His encounter with Zero. Becoming an Elite Agent. Serving on Adventurers' Island. The Final Battle.

Forgot to comment on this (it jumped out at me before Team That Guy did so, but Team That Guy made me forget about this). Semick met Zero? Interesting little retcon. I don't suppose you're going to ellaborate, or you're just going to leave it as a Noodle Implement?

OOC: Remember when I talked about writing my own take on what happened to Zero? I'm thinking Semick could have a role to play in the story, and perhaps others might have some importance as well...

[avmatoran]

OOC:

I thought that this would be Dr. Cyborg’s way to memorialize Rex, by making a Rex AI. You know, when the two or three weeks are up, we should make a time jump post to the grand opening of a memorial museum for the Dino Attack and the men who died in it. We could all contribute something to it, like the Rex AI as a virtual tour guide or something like that. Sort of like an epilogue, to close the story out well.

As the others have already said, I would be largely against this becoming canon because it would cheapen Rex's sacrifice. However, as a non-canon "What If?" scenario, I do admit it is a very intriguing idea, and I've already come up with some ideas as to the A.I. becoming self-aware and going on a (most likely tragic) quest of self-discovery, as a result of having Rex's mind but not his memories.One thing that has to be remembered is that the transition from human to A.I. almost never works well.<I AM AWAKE. AND I AM GOING TO KILL YOU ALL.>

Dr. Cyborg saw Zach and Minerva hugging, so he hung back for a little bit to wait for an appropriate moment to come up. He suddenly realized the imprint of Rex was corrupted by residual Maelstrom, and would not make a good AI after all.

I must point out a little bit of Fridge Logic here, avmatoran. Zachary's operation on Rex was intended to keep the Maelstrom away from the Creative Spark during the extraction process. I imagine that, in the magnification abilities of the Einstein Device, having a Creative Spark that is tainted by residual Maelstrom might possibly have presented a problem in the destruction of Maelstrom.

As for your bout of Fridge Logic, I had to come up with something to make Dr. Cyborg decide against it, and that is what I came up with. If you have a better idea to make him decide against it, feel free.Also, that would make a good what if story, about the Rex AI. You think we could possibly work together on it, PeaSam?IC:Dr. Cyborg saw Catless come up to him as he, Zelda, and Minerva went to go get ammunition for the Darkling hunt."Dr. Cyborg, I've got something to tell you," she said."Okay. Zelda, Minerva, go on ahead, I'll catch up with you later.""As you know, I was on a Fire Hammer with Laxus and Pterisa during the final battle. We had stopped to fix the Fire Hammer, which was coming apart. I had heard something, a cry of pain. I followed the noise, and I found someone, a woman. She had been injured fatally by a pack of Dinos, and she died after telling me something," Catless told him."No, no, your wrong. You can't be talking about who I think you are, you can't be!" Dr. Cyborg exclaimed."I'm afraid I am. Dr. Cyborg, I saw your sister Elizabeth die," Catless finished sadly."No! I thought I had escaped the battle with almost nobody close to me dying! And now, in the midst of victory, I find I'm wrong! I can't use this anger on Dr. Rex, but I can channel it into hunting Darkling." Dr. Cyborg ran away, catching up to Zelda and Minerva.Catless turned away, sad she had to break the news. She walked back over to the main group, almost as down as Dr. Cyborg, for retelling the story brought on a fresh wave of sadness over her friend's death. Pterisa walked over to her and gave her a sisterly hug."You alright?" she asked Catless."Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for the comfort."OOC:I stink at writing this particular kind of angst. If someone wants to post it from someone else's point of view and improve it, feel free to. In fact, I would like it if someone did this. Even though I am not doing the AI as canon, I still think the last posts should be a few months later, at the grand opening of a memorial to the Dino Attack. Edited September 19, 2012 by avmatoran

[Andrewnuva199]

OOC:I stink at writing this particular kind of angst. If someone wants to post it from someone else's point of view and improve it, feel free to. In fact, I would like it if someone did this.Even though I am not doing the AI as canon, I still think the last posts should be a few months later, at the grand opening of a memorial to the Dino Attack.

OOC: Sounds like an interesting prospect, but I see my story ending more around the New Years Day thing when I actually put my money where my mouth is with a post or two about the Big LEGO Island Party I keep talking about.

[Atton Rand]

IC: Marco Martinet slowly pulled the ambulance to a stop near HQ. He and Wade climbed out to see a group of reporters, one of whom, a tall, thin middle-aged man with glasses and holding a large camera approached them."Excuse me," the man said. "My name is Agent Scott, I represent the Brick Street Journal. I was wondering if you'd mind answering a few questions.""Sure," replied Wade."Excellent," replied Scott. "Let's get this to the boys in Antarctica before the others get here. I mean there's that one guy whose boasting about meeting all the Elite Agents- he probably hasn't given much thought to anyone else, and of course he's arguing with all the other reporters- and you mind if I get a photograph?"Wade and Martinet posed slightly as Scott held up his camera and took a quick shot. "Thank you. Now from the looks of it I take it you two are doctors?""A-yes," replied Martinet. "I think one of your colleagues might have talked about you two. You're the ones who went on the field, right?""Yes," replied Wade. "Fascinating, tell me, um...""Wade.""Wade, what exactly motivated you to take such a risk?""Well," replied Wade. "I was in the army, you see. I used to work as a field doctor. I figured with my experience there it was only fitting I help out here."

[Brikman McStudz]

OOC: Quick thing, Atton. Marco Martinet teamed up with Rosalie Mercedes in the end. Might want to note that.And I may add something to that with Martinet later, but now, Darkling!IC:Blaire swung his gun up and aimed it square with the Agent's forehead. The Agent snarled and the rocket launcher made a faint clicking sound. It was armed and prepared to fire.Great. Blaire though irritably, his mouth twitching slightly. This was not going as planned. It was extremely likely that he would have to flee before getting a crack at those who had wronged him. Light was disappearing quickly. He was not interested he staying in this city swarmed with Agents, Alpha Team, and Dino Attack agents. Kill those few agents that had wronged him and get out. It was supposed to be simple.And yet here he was, facing against an Agent that would not die. Half of Blaire admired his skill and his ability with the blade. Particularly since he used that massive blade with one hand. He probably didn't deserve a lackluster death like being shot in the head. Blaire shrugged off that thought, not willing to let his humanity get in the way of his goal.Blaire blinked once, thankful his sunglasses could hide that action. Perhaps...Nazareno was right. Perhaps Matthew Vherestorm was still alive. Perhaps he was taking control now as the situation demanded. Blaire gritted his teeth together angrily. No! He is no longer alive. His ghost faded with Nazareno. He should be no more, and yet they continue to bring him back up! Blaire felt like cursing. It was them. All of them. Nazareno, Frodongan, Fabello, the space cop, Bluetooth and more. They would not let Vherestorm die while Darkling lives. They needed to be destroyed. Once and for all."Leave," Blaire spoke, his old level of cold politeness in his voice. He no longer cared about this Agent at all. He was insignificant. The Agent raised an eyebrow in shock."What?" the Agent demanded, his voice hoarse."I am sparring your life," Blaire snarled. Despite this, he never lowered the gun. He was not a fool. "I am done with this random violence. I'm finished with you. Unless your life truly has no meaning that this fight is an opportunity to escape or something."The Agent stared in surprise, but the rocket launcher didn't lower. Blaire rolled his eyes irritably. Everyone just seemed MegaBlokLand-bent on making things more difficult than they needed to be. Even if Blaire liked to play up the drama, he knew where to draw the line. Now he was trapped in a standoff with no apparent way out.OOC: So yeah, not sure where else to go. I could've probably come up with something, but...eh? Though I'll probably get the E.S.B.D.H (Epic Squad of Blaire Darkling Hunters) going soon.

[Jacks]

OOC:

I was mostly referrin' t'the build o' the scallywags as opposed't height. I imagined Winston bein' barely bigger th'n Blaire. Like broader shoulders, more muscles.

Hmmm, okay...My mental picture of Blaire has him muscular but still realistically proportioned, whereas I'd intended the Grendelwulf brothers to come off as explicitly unrealistic. If Blaire is, say, six inches shorter than Epic Winston but only slightly less brawny, he would be thickly built enough to appear stocky despite his height.Maybe that's how you intended Blaire to be, but I have my doubts. From the way you've described his actions during the battle, his greatest assets seem to be speed, grace -- not qualities that mesh particularly well with a man who's built like an oversized dwarf -- and cunning, with strength as an added bonus.Please note that I'm not trying to outclass Blaire -- I see him and Winston as an even match -- I'm simply trying to work through the consequences of my apparent failure to describe Winston with complete accuracy.

So yeah, not sure where else to go. I could've probably come up with something, but...eh? Though I'll probably get the E.S.B.D.H (Epic Squad of Blaire Darkling Hunters) going soon.

I say we should call the current fight another case of Loose Timing and leave it suspended where it is until such a time as your Anti-Blaire Squad can arrive.

Okay, guys, seriously. You're making me cry right now. It truly touches me to know that Dino Attack RPG has affected you guys as it as has affected me. This is a Crowning Moment of Heartwarming for me. Thanks, guys.

You're crying already? But I haven't even posted my farewell speech/retrospective yet!

As for your bout of Fridge Logic, I had to come up with something to make Dr. Cyborg decide against it, and that is what I came up with. If you have a better idea to make him decide against it, feel free.

Not necessarily. You could have just edited the idea out of your earlier post instead. Edited September 20, 2012 by Jackson Lake