I'm starting to get sick of saying this, but....
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
"Ah, there you are. I was starting to wonder." David rose from behind the desk as Roger came in the door. "Follow me, we're going down to the Hangar."
"Where's Angel? She said she wanted to come with us."
"A last-minute errand popped up. She said she'd catch up to us in a few minutes."
The Hangar was simply that: a cavernous, underground hangar facility built to house and maintain Big O and Big Duo. Gantries of all shapes and sizes criss-crossed the two Megadeuces, with technicians swarming about them. Big O was undergoing serious maintenance work; half of his armor had been removed so the mechanics could get inside.
"Ah, Master Roger, I assume you've come to take a look at the modifications?" Norman turned to greet them, holding a checklist.
Roger smiled at his ex-butler-turned-mechanic. "How are things coming?"
"I would say they're coming along very well, sir. We've doubled the armor for several areas, added targeting and tracking systems for the missiles, and increased the power capacity by half again. Not to mention the teleportation system--"
"Teleportation? You mean instantly moving from one spot to another? I thought that technology was lost forty years ago."
Norman shook his head. "Only in Paradigm, Master Roger. As Master David has pointed out, the people in the City of Angels only partially lost their memories. Many retained considerable knowledge, and this technology was among that."
"I see. But why are we putting it on Big O?"
David spoke up. "That tunnel system you used to get around in Paradigm was very convinient, but we don't have anything like that here. This is the only way we can get your Megadeuce to you at a moment's notice."
"Ah. So he'll arrive at my exact location?"
David grinned. "Not quite. We've got it set up so that he'll arrive just below you, and burst out of the ground just like it did when you were still using the tunnels. We've also thought about giving Big O flight capability, but that would require extensive and time-consuming reconstruction, and--" A klaxon cut him off.
Roger looked around for the source of the alarm. "Now what?"
David frowned. "I don't know. Let's find out." He led them to a command station. The operator there showed them the local radar screens.
"We just detected a large, unidentified aircraft at extreme range. It's not headed straight for us, but the way it's flying suggests damage." She looked up at them. "I'd bet it'll come down not far from here."
Roger looked out at Big O, partially dissasembeled, then looked at Big Duo, fully prepped and ready to fly.
"Do you think Angel would really mind?"
I don't own Big O
I don't own the characters
I am not making money
Lawyers, begone!
"Ah, there you are. I was starting to wonder." David rose from behind the desk as Roger came in the door. "Follow me, we're going down to the Hangar."
"Where's Angel? She said she wanted to come with us."
"A last-minute errand popped up. She said she'd catch up to us in a few minutes."
The Hangar was simply that: a cavernous, underground hangar facility built to house and maintain Big O and Big Duo. Gantries of all shapes and sizes criss-crossed the two Megadeuces, with technicians swarming about them. Big O was undergoing serious maintenance work; half of his armor had been removed so the mechanics could get inside.
"Ah, Master Roger, I assume you've come to take a look at the modifications?" Norman turned to greet them, holding a checklist.
Roger smiled at his ex-butler-turned-mechanic. "How are things coming?"
"I would say they're coming along very well, sir. We've doubled the armor for several areas, added targeting and tracking systems for the missiles, and increased the power capacity by half again. Not to mention the teleportation system--"
"Teleportation? You mean instantly moving from one spot to another? I thought that technology was lost forty years ago."
Norman shook his head. "Only in Paradigm, Master Roger. As Master David has pointed out, the people in the City of Angels only partially lost their memories. Many retained considerable knowledge, and this technology was among that."
"I see. But why are we putting it on Big O?"
David spoke up. "That tunnel system you used to get around in Paradigm was very convinient, but we don't have anything like that here. This is the only way we can get your Megadeuce to you at a moment's notice."
"Ah. So he'll arrive at my exact location?"
David grinned. "Not quite. We've got it set up so that he'll arrive just below you, and burst out of the ground just like it did when you were still using the tunnels. We've also thought about giving Big O flight capability, but that would require extensive and time-consuming reconstruction, and--" A klaxon cut him off.
Roger looked around for the source of the alarm. "Now what?"
David frowned. "I don't know. Let's find out." He led them to a command station. The operator there showed them the local radar screens.
"We just detected a large, unidentified aircraft at extreme range. It's not headed straight for us, but the way it's flying suggests damage." She looked up at them. "I'd bet it'll come down not far from here."
Roger looked out at Big O, partially dissasembeled, then looked at Big Duo, fully prepped and ready to fly.
"Do you think Angel would really mind?"