Falling: Chappy 3
(A/N: I luff Roba! HE NEEDS MORE FANS! *starts singing 'Electric Youth'*)
Days passed. Rex could hardly wait to see what kind of equipment he'd be able to control for what he had dubbed 'Mission: Get-The-Crystal-or- BOOOOOOOOM-With-Eight-O's'. As can be seen, Rex at the time was not in the most creative of moods. On the third day, he paid Weevil a visit.
The room was dark, except the light that was being given off by a blowtorch and sparks. Weevil stood over a hunk of metal, donning a metal mask. He was apparently working on some kind of weapon.
"Rex! Put this on." Weevil said, handing him a mask.
"So....what is this?" Rex asked.
"This.....is my secret weapon. If I did this correctly, and I usually do, this is a gun that fires a concentrated laser beam at its target. I only made it as a last resort, I'm afraid to use it."
"How so?"
"Well, this thing's too big and bulky. It'd be hard to hold and aim. A skilled sniper could be accurate with it, but skilled snipers we're not. And it's got recoil. Major recoil. It'd be like bashing someone in the shoulder with a baseball bat." Weevil explained, looking worried. "And the beam itself is extremely destructive. It can penetrate steel."
"So what've we got for normal weapons?" Rex asked.
"Well, I gave Roba a raygun. I figure that if he was taught to use the sight properly, he could be a deadeye with it. It's got half the power of this thing here. I've got a pistol, and I'm also gonna be armed to the teeth with ammo and spare guns, should I fumble or get mine stolen."
"And what about me?" Rex asked.
"You have this." Weevil said, handing him a dagger.
"A measly dagger? You're kidding." Rex protested.
"Watch." Weevil said, taking it.
He held the dagger lengthwise, and revealed a trigger on the handle. He pulled it. A burst of lightning erupted from the end, immediately burning a hole through the wall.
"Only thing stronger is the damn huge laser cannon....."
"Damn." .....was all Rex had to say.
"See? Looks are deceiving sometimes." Weevil said.
"Apparently. So are we just gonna walk in, or take a helicopter, or what?" Rex asked.
"Got it all figured out. We'll blow a hole in the side of the building and go through that."
"Oh, yeah, that's real unnoticeable." Rex sighed.
"You've got a better plan?" Weevil asked, tapping his foot.
"No, but how about one that doesn't involve blowing the hell out of a building?"
"True....alright, we'll use the cloaking device I've inputted into our weapons and just walk in. It's a little less dramatic, but I guess beggars can't be choosers." Weevil said, folding his arms.
"Attaboy. See, you've learned. Stealth is the best way to get your enemies! You creep up on them like so, and ya scare 'em like- AAAH!"
Rex jumped and turned around at a sudden poke on the shoulder. Roba was behind him, giving him confused looks.
"Stealth, eh? Sure." He said, smirking.
"Hey, if you hadn't sneaked up behind me....." Rex accused, suddenly realizing that he had just become a hypocrite. "Aww, damn."
"So, what're we-" Roba began. before a raygun was shoved into his hands.
"Practice with the sight on this baby. I'm sure you could be good with it." Weevil said. "I've got someone here to help us, by the way."
"Really? Show me." Rex said, interested.
"Hey, M.T! Get the hell in here!" Weevil shouted.
A man walked in, about 5-foot eight. He looked much like the stereotypical cyborg, one side of his face entirely metal, spanning the entire top of his head. He had a seeking lens on one eye, the other eye shining bright blue. His arms were steel-inforced and a cannon was equipped on one arm. Rex didn't know who it was. But one telltale sign proved his identity. A single lock of navy-blue hair fell across the front of the man's face.
"Mako Tsunami?" Roba said, surprised.
"Yea." He said, proceeding to remove the metal armor from his face and arms. "I volunteered to help you three. I mean, a team of midgets has to have a tall guy to run the show."
"Hey, I resent that! I'm not a midget! I'm five-six!" Roba whined.
"Well, too bad. Besides, I think I'd be able to help you guys out a lot. Just wait and see."
"He's right. The cloaking device will only last about five minutes tops. We'll need his help." Weevil reminded.
"Dammit." Roba said, glaring at Mako.
Suddenly, Mako stepped back. Roba began hyperventilating, his demon- features starting to show again. His eyes glinted gold once again, and he grabbed Mako's arm.
"You're going...to die." Roba said angrily, picking up the man who was now only one inch taller than himself.
He slammed Mako into a nearby wall, the poor sea-duelist screaming for mercy.
"Mercy? Heh. You wish." Roba snarled.
"Roba! Stop!" Mako screamed. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'll have to if you don't..stop!"
"And why should I, Tsunami?" Roba asked, grinning evilly.
Mako picked up a metal pipe. "I'm sorry, Roba, but I have to do this!"
Rex grabbed his arm. "Mako! Don't do it!" he pleaded. "This isn't Roba, but the demon's using his body! If you kill the demon, then you kill Roba!"
Mako looked at the demon-Roba, who was now laughing. He raised a claw and slashed towards Mako, making a decent-sized slice in his arm. Mako screamed in pain, trying to hold back the blood. The demon-Roba licked the claw, savouring the blood.
Suddenly, in mid-lick, he retched. He collapsed to the floor, slowly turning human. The frail body started to move again, and he blinked his eyes open.
"Hey, when are we leaving?" Roba asked. Rex was surprised he still remembered.
"Right now. It'll be dangerous, but worth it.." Weevil said, picking up a pistol from the testing table. "Let's go."
(A/N: Yeah, I need a life. I need a Roba Plushie, too.)
(A/N: I luff Roba! HE NEEDS MORE FANS! *starts singing 'Electric Youth'*)
Days passed. Rex could hardly wait to see what kind of equipment he'd be able to control for what he had dubbed 'Mission: Get-The-Crystal-or- BOOOOOOOOM-With-Eight-O's'. As can be seen, Rex at the time was not in the most creative of moods. On the third day, he paid Weevil a visit.
The room was dark, except the light that was being given off by a blowtorch and sparks. Weevil stood over a hunk of metal, donning a metal mask. He was apparently working on some kind of weapon.
"Rex! Put this on." Weevil said, handing him a mask.
"So....what is this?" Rex asked.
"This.....is my secret weapon. If I did this correctly, and I usually do, this is a gun that fires a concentrated laser beam at its target. I only made it as a last resort, I'm afraid to use it."
"How so?"
"Well, this thing's too big and bulky. It'd be hard to hold and aim. A skilled sniper could be accurate with it, but skilled snipers we're not. And it's got recoil. Major recoil. It'd be like bashing someone in the shoulder with a baseball bat." Weevil explained, looking worried. "And the beam itself is extremely destructive. It can penetrate steel."
"So what've we got for normal weapons?" Rex asked.
"Well, I gave Roba a raygun. I figure that if he was taught to use the sight properly, he could be a deadeye with it. It's got half the power of this thing here. I've got a pistol, and I'm also gonna be armed to the teeth with ammo and spare guns, should I fumble or get mine stolen."
"And what about me?" Rex asked.
"You have this." Weevil said, handing him a dagger.
"A measly dagger? You're kidding." Rex protested.
"Watch." Weevil said, taking it.
He held the dagger lengthwise, and revealed a trigger on the handle. He pulled it. A burst of lightning erupted from the end, immediately burning a hole through the wall.
"Only thing stronger is the damn huge laser cannon....."
"Damn." .....was all Rex had to say.
"See? Looks are deceiving sometimes." Weevil said.
"Apparently. So are we just gonna walk in, or take a helicopter, or what?" Rex asked.
"Got it all figured out. We'll blow a hole in the side of the building and go through that."
"Oh, yeah, that's real unnoticeable." Rex sighed.
"You've got a better plan?" Weevil asked, tapping his foot.
"No, but how about one that doesn't involve blowing the hell out of a building?"
"True....alright, we'll use the cloaking device I've inputted into our weapons and just walk in. It's a little less dramatic, but I guess beggars can't be choosers." Weevil said, folding his arms.
"Attaboy. See, you've learned. Stealth is the best way to get your enemies! You creep up on them like so, and ya scare 'em like- AAAH!"
Rex jumped and turned around at a sudden poke on the shoulder. Roba was behind him, giving him confused looks.
"Stealth, eh? Sure." He said, smirking.
"Hey, if you hadn't sneaked up behind me....." Rex accused, suddenly realizing that he had just become a hypocrite. "Aww, damn."
"So, what're we-" Roba began. before a raygun was shoved into his hands.
"Practice with the sight on this baby. I'm sure you could be good with it." Weevil said. "I've got someone here to help us, by the way."
"Really? Show me." Rex said, interested.
"Hey, M.T! Get the hell in here!" Weevil shouted.
A man walked in, about 5-foot eight. He looked much like the stereotypical cyborg, one side of his face entirely metal, spanning the entire top of his head. He had a seeking lens on one eye, the other eye shining bright blue. His arms were steel-inforced and a cannon was equipped on one arm. Rex didn't know who it was. But one telltale sign proved his identity. A single lock of navy-blue hair fell across the front of the man's face.
"Mako Tsunami?" Roba said, surprised.
"Yea." He said, proceeding to remove the metal armor from his face and arms. "I volunteered to help you three. I mean, a team of midgets has to have a tall guy to run the show."
"Hey, I resent that! I'm not a midget! I'm five-six!" Roba whined.
"Well, too bad. Besides, I think I'd be able to help you guys out a lot. Just wait and see."
"He's right. The cloaking device will only last about five minutes tops. We'll need his help." Weevil reminded.
"Dammit." Roba said, glaring at Mako.
Suddenly, Mako stepped back. Roba began hyperventilating, his demon- features starting to show again. His eyes glinted gold once again, and he grabbed Mako's arm.
"You're going...to die." Roba said angrily, picking up the man who was now only one inch taller than himself.
He slammed Mako into a nearby wall, the poor sea-duelist screaming for mercy.
"Mercy? Heh. You wish." Roba snarled.
"Roba! Stop!" Mako screamed. "I don't want to hurt you, but I'll have to if you don't..stop!"
"And why should I, Tsunami?" Roba asked, grinning evilly.
Mako picked up a metal pipe. "I'm sorry, Roba, but I have to do this!"
Rex grabbed his arm. "Mako! Don't do it!" he pleaded. "This isn't Roba, but the demon's using his body! If you kill the demon, then you kill Roba!"
Mako looked at the demon-Roba, who was now laughing. He raised a claw and slashed towards Mako, making a decent-sized slice in his arm. Mako screamed in pain, trying to hold back the blood. The demon-Roba licked the claw, savouring the blood.
Suddenly, in mid-lick, he retched. He collapsed to the floor, slowly turning human. The frail body started to move again, and he blinked his eyes open.
"Hey, when are we leaving?" Roba asked. Rex was surprised he still remembered.
"Right now. It'll be dangerous, but worth it.." Weevil said, picking up a pistol from the testing table. "Let's go."
(A/N: Yeah, I need a life. I need a Roba Plushie, too.)
