As with everything, I don't own any characters or the show etc etc etc.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
Once he was fully dressed, Roger Smith made his way to Big O's cockpit and activated the system. He had not spotted Norman anywhere on his way, so he assumed his butler had finished the inspection a little early. "Just in time, too." he muttered to himself. "It's Showtime!"
A large portion of the skyscraper's outer face folded back, forming a door large enough for Big O to step out through. The mindless, beserk robot that was working its way down towards his home did not notice. It was somewhat similar to the old Sea Titan, with a large ax-like tool on its right hand that it used to cut the already ruined building it smaller peices. Roger advanced steadily, confident he could dispatch it with ease.
Norman had, in fact, not finished his inspection early. When Roger had activated Big O, all the maintenance hatches instantly sprang shut, so that an accidentally open door would not prove fatal in combat. Unfortunately, this trapped Norman deep inside the Megadeuce's lower torso. He was not quite sure what sort of joke Master Roger was trying to pull when the Megadeuce surged into motion, and Norman fully understood his predicament. "I suppose it would not hurt if I made an appearence during Master Roger's battle. I should get to the cockpit."
A very few short minutes later, the psychopathic megadeuce lay burning in the street, with Big O towering victoriously over it. Roger surveyed his handiwork briefly, then scanned the area for the next robot in the area.
Dorothy watched Big O plod resolutely off towards a pillar of smoke in the distance, wondering why Roger had carrier off Norman in the manner he had. Dinner would most certainly not be ready upon his return.
Angel was having a bad day.
Heck, who was she kidding? The whole city was having a bad day. She shifted the flashlight to her other hand and pulled the file cabinet open. The third records storeroom in the office, and still her search had yielded nothing. After a few moments of sifting through manilla folders, she groaned in frustration and slammed the cabinet shut.
"Where could I have put that dratted thing? It was here just the other day..." Although that other day was now more like three weeks ago, and this was a public area...anyone could have stumbled across the disc in that time, and if so, what was she to do?
"Damn it! If only I had thought to take it with me!" In her anger, she threw herself into a chair by a reading lamp and desk. She was wracking her mind as to where she had last seen the disc, standing in this room...
Suddenly, she noticed the pattern in the dust on the desk. It was barely noticable, but her more-than-human senses saw it as white against black. A disc, the exact same type she was looking for, had lain briefly on that table. But now it was gone...
"Of course! Why didn't I think of that before!" Resolutely, she strode out the door and down the hallway to the nearest security post. Luckily, it was empty. She accessed the Paradigm Corprate HQ securty tapes, using her password to get past layers of protection that would have foilded even the most skillful of hackers. Then, she found what she wanted. The tape of the day she had made that call, alerting Roger Smith to Swartsvald's (sp?) location at the masquerade party. She watched herself hang up the phone, and stride calmly out the door, completely forgetting the disc that lay on the table behind her. "Stupid!"
She accelerated the tape, moving forward to the point just after Big Duo had fallen to Roger's Megadeuce. Then, movement. She rewround and played it at normal speed. The door opened, and in walked...
"Well I'll be damned! So that's who took it!"
Roger Smith was having fun. Other than the bizzare robot with the oversized arm, all the renegade Megadeuces he had encounted had fallen with little fight. It was almost too easy!
"Who said the goodguys don't get to have fun?" he chuckled to himself. His next target was almost in visual range...
Big O rounded the corner and moved into the vast plaza where a robot stood tearing down banners and anything colorfull. Roger was feeling confident, so he moved up right behind the thing and used Big O's massive hand to tap it gently on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but do you have the time?" It spun its head 180 degrees to look at him, golden eyes blazing. "Guess not!" He brought Big O's other arm forward, intending to crush the head with a piston blow. But the blow did not connect.
"What the? Where'd it-" SLAM!! "-go!" The robot was somehow behind Big O, pounding away with its fists on the Megadeuce's shoulders. Roger turned and caught its next blow in his fist. "Didn't anyone teach you to play nice?" Throwing a large portion of the robots power into the move, he pulled the attacker forward and flipped it over Big O, on a collision course with the ground. Halfway down, however, it flipped around like a cat, landing on all fours.
"Ho, you wanna play? I'm game!" Big O strode casually forward.
Then, from out of the robot's back two doors opened, and a fiendish-looking device rose from it to point a barbed and spiked tip at Roger. Quickly, he fired one of Big O's cable hooks, catching it on a wall and quickly reeling in. Big O moved to the side just in time to avoid a powerful blast of energy that took the top ten stories off a line of nearby buildings.
"Alright, playtime's over. Time to finish this!"
Norman was in a difficult position. He had climbed an access ladder between the massive missile silos in Big O's chest, and was almost to the cockpit, when he noticed that yet another hatch had slammed closed and locked, forcing him to backtrack.
He was now stuck between two of the missile racks, crawling along the top of one to reach a ladder on its far side. He was halfway across and praying that Roger did not deem it neccessary to fire off that rack off warheads at that particular moment.
I'm not making any money with this, and I have basically none, so there's no point in sueing. You've all seen this before, so you get the pic.
Once he was fully dressed, Roger Smith made his way to Big O's cockpit and activated the system. He had not spotted Norman anywhere on his way, so he assumed his butler had finished the inspection a little early. "Just in time, too." he muttered to himself. "It's Showtime!"
A large portion of the skyscraper's outer face folded back, forming a door large enough for Big O to step out through. The mindless, beserk robot that was working its way down towards his home did not notice. It was somewhat similar to the old Sea Titan, with a large ax-like tool on its right hand that it used to cut the already ruined building it smaller peices. Roger advanced steadily, confident he could dispatch it with ease.
Norman had, in fact, not finished his inspection early. When Roger had activated Big O, all the maintenance hatches instantly sprang shut, so that an accidentally open door would not prove fatal in combat. Unfortunately, this trapped Norman deep inside the Megadeuce's lower torso. He was not quite sure what sort of joke Master Roger was trying to pull when the Megadeuce surged into motion, and Norman fully understood his predicament. "I suppose it would not hurt if I made an appearence during Master Roger's battle. I should get to the cockpit."
A very few short minutes later, the psychopathic megadeuce lay burning in the street, with Big O towering victoriously over it. Roger surveyed his handiwork briefly, then scanned the area for the next robot in the area.
Dorothy watched Big O plod resolutely off towards a pillar of smoke in the distance, wondering why Roger had carrier off Norman in the manner he had. Dinner would most certainly not be ready upon his return.
Angel was having a bad day.
Heck, who was she kidding? The whole city was having a bad day. She shifted the flashlight to her other hand and pulled the file cabinet open. The third records storeroom in the office, and still her search had yielded nothing. After a few moments of sifting through manilla folders, she groaned in frustration and slammed the cabinet shut.
"Where could I have put that dratted thing? It was here just the other day..." Although that other day was now more like three weeks ago, and this was a public area...anyone could have stumbled across the disc in that time, and if so, what was she to do?
"Damn it! If only I had thought to take it with me!" In her anger, she threw herself into a chair by a reading lamp and desk. She was wracking her mind as to where she had last seen the disc, standing in this room...
Suddenly, she noticed the pattern in the dust on the desk. It was barely noticable, but her more-than-human senses saw it as white against black. A disc, the exact same type she was looking for, had lain briefly on that table. But now it was gone...
"Of course! Why didn't I think of that before!" Resolutely, she strode out the door and down the hallway to the nearest security post. Luckily, it was empty. She accessed the Paradigm Corprate HQ securty tapes, using her password to get past layers of protection that would have foilded even the most skillful of hackers. Then, she found what she wanted. The tape of the day she had made that call, alerting Roger Smith to Swartsvald's (sp?) location at the masquerade party. She watched herself hang up the phone, and stride calmly out the door, completely forgetting the disc that lay on the table behind her. "Stupid!"
She accelerated the tape, moving forward to the point just after Big Duo had fallen to Roger's Megadeuce. Then, movement. She rewround and played it at normal speed. The door opened, and in walked...
"Well I'll be damned! So that's who took it!"
Roger Smith was having fun. Other than the bizzare robot with the oversized arm, all the renegade Megadeuces he had encounted had fallen with little fight. It was almost too easy!
"Who said the goodguys don't get to have fun?" he chuckled to himself. His next target was almost in visual range...
Big O rounded the corner and moved into the vast plaza where a robot stood tearing down banners and anything colorfull. Roger was feeling confident, so he moved up right behind the thing and used Big O's massive hand to tap it gently on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but do you have the time?" It spun its head 180 degrees to look at him, golden eyes blazing. "Guess not!" He brought Big O's other arm forward, intending to crush the head with a piston blow. But the blow did not connect.
"What the? Where'd it-" SLAM!! "-go!" The robot was somehow behind Big O, pounding away with its fists on the Megadeuce's shoulders. Roger turned and caught its next blow in his fist. "Didn't anyone teach you to play nice?" Throwing a large portion of the robots power into the move, he pulled the attacker forward and flipped it over Big O, on a collision course with the ground. Halfway down, however, it flipped around like a cat, landing on all fours.
"Ho, you wanna play? I'm game!" Big O strode casually forward.
Then, from out of the robot's back two doors opened, and a fiendish-looking device rose from it to point a barbed and spiked tip at Roger. Quickly, he fired one of Big O's cable hooks, catching it on a wall and quickly reeling in. Big O moved to the side just in time to avoid a powerful blast of energy that took the top ten stories off a line of nearby buildings.
"Alright, playtime's over. Time to finish this!"
Norman was in a difficult position. He had climbed an access ladder between the massive missile silos in Big O's chest, and was almost to the cockpit, when he noticed that yet another hatch had slammed closed and locked, forcing him to backtrack.
He was now stuck between two of the missile racks, crawling along the top of one to reach a ladder on its far side. He was halfway across and praying that Roger did not deem it neccessary to fire off that rack off warheads at that particular moment.