DiTS: Part 5
"Max," Doctor J intoned, "Please activate the machine again."
The man stepped forward, and as before, the machine, when activated, built up its power, then exploded. This time, however, the scientists weren't even moved. Max, again, was thrown against the wall, while the other two men flinched.
After completing his notes, Instructor H suggested, "Perhaps, next time, Oddler, you should aid Max in guarding against the explosion."
The violet-haired man nodded. Then the focus of the scientists fell to the three standing in the center of the room.
One had spiky hair; a brown mop almost obscuring his green eyes. He had his body turned toward Doktor S, Professor G, and Oddler. Standin at his shoulders, with their backs to him and each other, the other two stood similarly. One facing Master O and Bowie, while the other faced Doctor J and where Max was levering himself from the floor.
"What's going on?" the blonde of the trio asked his companions.
"I don't know for sure" the third said, "but I don't think we can even remotely expect to be anywhere near home anymore."
"Why are we here?" the blonde directed this at anyone in general.
"It's just part of our experiment" Doctor J clacked and cackled.
"Experiment!" evidently, the third man wasn't happy, "You can reverse it, can't you?"
"We haven't even started on programs to send things from our dimension into others," Professor G paused, "But then again, we'd have no way of being sure as to where the sent objects went."
"What?!?" all three spluttered.
"Oh great," the blonde muttered, "You pull us to your dimension without even working out a method of sending us back!"
"Medion," the third man suddenly paled, "They didn't do that because they have no intention of sending us back. Look at him," he pointed at Max.
"De-lite-ful," the blonde drawled, "Well, since you seem to know what you're doing, what do you intend to do with us?"
"Probably what they did to him," the green eyed man finally spoke.
"What do you mean, Synbios?" Medion blinked, "Oh sh"
"I won't sit still and be brainwashed!" the third man blew up again.
"Fine then," Doctor J shrugged, "You three, you know what to do."
Max, Bowie, and Oddler nodded.
Bowie attacked the other blonde man, while Oddler faced the voluntary mute. Which left Max with the hothead.
The two blondes pushed each other back and forth. Bowie was trying to push Medion against a wall or corner, to overpower him. Medion, on the other hand, was just bouncing around, trying to cause as much destruction to the lab as he could. Finally, Medion's back met an ungiving surface. Quickly looking, he realized his back had met the blind man's. As he formulated a plan to cause one to harm the other, Bowie darted in and smacked Medion with the pommel of his sword.
He then assisted Oddler in dealing with the quiet man who'd just been running around, trying to keep Oddler from being able to focus on him long enough to blast him. Then, he tripped, and fell on the floor. As he sat up to look at what- or rather, who- had tripped him, Max did to him what Bowie had done to Medion.
The third man had earlier accidentally knocked himself out by backing into a hanging light that Medion had broken loose in his spree of destruction. Which left Max standing at a loose end until then.
The scientists again sedated the unconscious men, ensuring they would remain so until the scientists were dine with them.
"Heya, hiya, hwoa!" Duo bounced in and tripped over the semi-hidden step in Wufei's apartment, "Ouch!"
"Watch out for that step," Wufei didn't even look up from the book he was reading.
"Now you tell me," Duo rubbed his chin as he sat up, "So, is it the docs? Or just some idiots pretending to be them?"
"Doctor J is definitely involved," Heero walked in from the apartment's kitchen, a bowl of soup in hand, "Master O is as well. And I'm pretty sure the rest are, but,"
"Two out of five is bad enough," Duo groaned, "So where's the data?"
Wufei pointed to a nearby computer, and Duo walked over to it.
"Hey, that's real nice of you," Duo joked, "You left it to that screen for me."
"Actually," Heero smiled wryly.
"We heard you coming and set it up for you," Wufei smirked.
"Since you wouldn't have managed for yourself," Heero was actually almost grinning.
"Hey!!" Duo yelped, "Grr,.. Well, anyway, let's see." "Duo sat down, staring at the screen. Buttons clicked and clacked; the screen changed rapidly; displays and insets appeared and disappeared fast enough that most people would have just seen blinking lights. While Duo typed, the other two waited for the explosion. Which wasn't long in coming.
"Not again!" Duo stood from the chair so fast it fell backward, "What's it take to be free of those freaky old coots?!?"
Duo paced around the room for a minute or two, then flopped into the only chair left in the room, "So when are Quatre and Trowa getting here?"
"We'll meet them at the spaceport the day after tomorrow," Wufei closed the book, "then rest for the night before we head to the satellite."
"So," Duo leaned forward, setting his chin on his hands and elbows on his knees, "Did you find a route that would keep us all from being boxed together for a week?"
Wufei spluttered.
"Max," Doctor J intoned, "Please activate the machine again."
The man stepped forward, and as before, the machine, when activated, built up its power, then exploded. This time, however, the scientists weren't even moved. Max, again, was thrown against the wall, while the other two men flinched.
After completing his notes, Instructor H suggested, "Perhaps, next time, Oddler, you should aid Max in guarding against the explosion."
The violet-haired man nodded. Then the focus of the scientists fell to the three standing in the center of the room.
One had spiky hair; a brown mop almost obscuring his green eyes. He had his body turned toward Doktor S, Professor G, and Oddler. Standin at his shoulders, with their backs to him and each other, the other two stood similarly. One facing Master O and Bowie, while the other faced Doctor J and where Max was levering himself from the floor.
"What's going on?" the blonde of the trio asked his companions.
"I don't know for sure" the third said, "but I don't think we can even remotely expect to be anywhere near home anymore."
"Why are we here?" the blonde directed this at anyone in general.
"It's just part of our experiment" Doctor J clacked and cackled.
"Experiment!" evidently, the third man wasn't happy, "You can reverse it, can't you?"
"We haven't even started on programs to send things from our dimension into others," Professor G paused, "But then again, we'd have no way of being sure as to where the sent objects went."
"What?!?" all three spluttered.
"Oh great," the blonde muttered, "You pull us to your dimension without even working out a method of sending us back!"
"Medion," the third man suddenly paled, "They didn't do that because they have no intention of sending us back. Look at him," he pointed at Max.
"De-lite-ful," the blonde drawled, "Well, since you seem to know what you're doing, what do you intend to do with us?"
"Probably what they did to him," the green eyed man finally spoke.
"What do you mean, Synbios?" Medion blinked, "Oh sh"
"I won't sit still and be brainwashed!" the third man blew up again.
"Fine then," Doctor J shrugged, "You three, you know what to do."
Max, Bowie, and Oddler nodded.
Bowie attacked the other blonde man, while Oddler faced the voluntary mute. Which left Max with the hothead.
The two blondes pushed each other back and forth. Bowie was trying to push Medion against a wall or corner, to overpower him. Medion, on the other hand, was just bouncing around, trying to cause as much destruction to the lab as he could. Finally, Medion's back met an ungiving surface. Quickly looking, he realized his back had met the blind man's. As he formulated a plan to cause one to harm the other, Bowie darted in and smacked Medion with the pommel of his sword.
He then assisted Oddler in dealing with the quiet man who'd just been running around, trying to keep Oddler from being able to focus on him long enough to blast him. Then, he tripped, and fell on the floor. As he sat up to look at what- or rather, who- had tripped him, Max did to him what Bowie had done to Medion.
The third man had earlier accidentally knocked himself out by backing into a hanging light that Medion had broken loose in his spree of destruction. Which left Max standing at a loose end until then.
The scientists again sedated the unconscious men, ensuring they would remain so until the scientists were dine with them.
"Heya, hiya, hwoa!" Duo bounced in and tripped over the semi-hidden step in Wufei's apartment, "Ouch!"
"Watch out for that step," Wufei didn't even look up from the book he was reading.
"Now you tell me," Duo rubbed his chin as he sat up, "So, is it the docs? Or just some idiots pretending to be them?"
"Doctor J is definitely involved," Heero walked in from the apartment's kitchen, a bowl of soup in hand, "Master O is as well. And I'm pretty sure the rest are, but,"
"Two out of five is bad enough," Duo groaned, "So where's the data?"
Wufei pointed to a nearby computer, and Duo walked over to it.
"Hey, that's real nice of you," Duo joked, "You left it to that screen for me."
"Actually," Heero smiled wryly.
"We heard you coming and set it up for you," Wufei smirked.
"Since you wouldn't have managed for yourself," Heero was actually almost grinning.
"Hey!!" Duo yelped, "Grr,.. Well, anyway, let's see." "Duo sat down, staring at the screen. Buttons clicked and clacked; the screen changed rapidly; displays and insets appeared and disappeared fast enough that most people would have just seen blinking lights. While Duo typed, the other two waited for the explosion. Which wasn't long in coming.
"Not again!" Duo stood from the chair so fast it fell backward, "What's it take to be free of those freaky old coots?!?"
Duo paced around the room for a minute or two, then flopped into the only chair left in the room, "So when are Quatre and Trowa getting here?"
"We'll meet them at the spaceport the day after tomorrow," Wufei closed the book, "then rest for the night before we head to the satellite."
"So," Duo leaned forward, setting his chin on his hands and elbows on his knees, "Did you find a route that would keep us all from being boxed together for a week?"
Wufei spluttered.
