The Beginning
Chapter 3
BGY-12
Note: I'm sorry to make you wait, but this time, the SI character Christine will actually be in the story. I am also including (or at least introducing) the upcoming SI character Enforcer.
As Dwayne hovered down to the ground inside the BGY-11, Tank was swearing at himself. "Oh, shit. I just about blew Big Guy's legs off. Mack is gonna be pissed." Just as he said this Big Guy's enormous hand flew towards Tankorr at the speed of a charging rhino. Tank just managed to dodge the fist and hover backwards, as he once again tried to work the outer microphone system. "Dwayne! Dwayne, it's me in here! It's Tank!" Once again, the mic didn't kick in, and Tank felt the dull thud of Tankorr being blown backwards by the force of one of Big Guy's fists. "You may have gotten this far, big boy, but you ain't getting' no further!" "Man, that pseudo personality chip has some really lame phrases," said Dwayne as he once again hurled a blow at the enemy robot. It was odd, but it seemed this "Tankorr" was pulling his punches. As a matter of fact, it wasn't throwing any.
"Goddamnit, Dwayne!!" Tank had finally rewired the mic system and had gotten it to work. "Tank?" Dwayne said. The two enormous robots now stood perfectly still across the movie set laid out in Nevada. "That asshole Thornton made me get in this thing to test out Big Guy. I was supposed to test you so that we could work together once it was over." "How is me blowing you off the Earth a test of anything?" "I don't know. Why don't we go to Thornton and ask him?"
Meanwhile, at Quark, Donovan and Slate were having a heated discussion with the general. "General, don't you think that pitting Tank, one of your deadliest soldiers, against a first time pilot is such a good idea?" "Nonsense, Slate. Tank is one of our best men. Not only did I personally train him myself, but he also helped design the weapons system for BGY-11, so he knows how to handle Hunter in that thing." Doctor Slate was fuming. She was appalled at the general's gall, not only for stealing one of the greatest inventions in the field of artillery since the Howitzer, but also for pitting Dwayne in battle against his best friend.
A knock was heard at the lab door. Donovan opened the door, and a young woman with brown hair walked in. "Ahh, good. General, this is Christine, one of our top members. She'll be helping out with the rest of the BGY project." Christine managed a weak hello just as a loud boom was heard from the roof just three floors above. "That didn't sound good. Christy, you'd better come with us, you might be needed."
On the roof of Quark Enterprises, two large robots had just landed and sat on their giant behinds, which was the source of the boom. The 4 people previously mentioned had just burst out onto the roof as Dwayne and Tank emerged from the backs of their respective battlesuits. "Tank, what is the meaning of this!? After battling Dwayne you were to report back to Ranger headquarters!" "I believe I speak for both of us, general," said Dwayne, "When I say, up yours." "WHAT!? How dare you speak to a superior officer that way! Both of you, downstairs, pronto!" The fuming general turned to Donovan. "Get me the Enforcer."
To be continued
Note: I'm sorry to make you wait, but this time, the SI character Christine will actually be in the story. I am also including (or at least introducing) the upcoming SI character Enforcer.
As Dwayne hovered down to the ground inside the BGY-11, Tank was swearing at himself. "Oh, shit. I just about blew Big Guy's legs off. Mack is gonna be pissed." Just as he said this Big Guy's enormous hand flew towards Tankorr at the speed of a charging rhino. Tank just managed to dodge the fist and hover backwards, as he once again tried to work the outer microphone system. "Dwayne! Dwayne, it's me in here! It's Tank!" Once again, the mic didn't kick in, and Tank felt the dull thud of Tankorr being blown backwards by the force of one of Big Guy's fists. "You may have gotten this far, big boy, but you ain't getting' no further!" "Man, that pseudo personality chip has some really lame phrases," said Dwayne as he once again hurled a blow at the enemy robot. It was odd, but it seemed this "Tankorr" was pulling his punches. As a matter of fact, it wasn't throwing any.
"Goddamnit, Dwayne!!" Tank had finally rewired the mic system and had gotten it to work. "Tank?" Dwayne said. The two enormous robots now stood perfectly still across the movie set laid out in Nevada. "That asshole Thornton made me get in this thing to test out Big Guy. I was supposed to test you so that we could work together once it was over." "How is me blowing you off the Earth a test of anything?" "I don't know. Why don't we go to Thornton and ask him?"
Meanwhile, at Quark, Donovan and Slate were having a heated discussion with the general. "General, don't you think that pitting Tank, one of your deadliest soldiers, against a first time pilot is such a good idea?" "Nonsense, Slate. Tank is one of our best men. Not only did I personally train him myself, but he also helped design the weapons system for BGY-11, so he knows how to handle Hunter in that thing." Doctor Slate was fuming. She was appalled at the general's gall, not only for stealing one of the greatest inventions in the field of artillery since the Howitzer, but also for pitting Dwayne in battle against his best friend.
A knock was heard at the lab door. Donovan opened the door, and a young woman with brown hair walked in. "Ahh, good. General, this is Christine, one of our top members. She'll be helping out with the rest of the BGY project." Christine managed a weak hello just as a loud boom was heard from the roof just three floors above. "That didn't sound good. Christy, you'd better come with us, you might be needed."
On the roof of Quark Enterprises, two large robots had just landed and sat on their giant behinds, which was the source of the boom. The 4 people previously mentioned had just burst out onto the roof as Dwayne and Tank emerged from the backs of their respective battlesuits. "Tank, what is the meaning of this!? After battling Dwayne you were to report back to Ranger headquarters!" "I believe I speak for both of us, general," said Dwayne, "When I say, up yours." "WHAT!? How dare you speak to a superior officer that way! Both of you, downstairs, pronto!" The fuming general turned to Donovan. "Get me the Enforcer."
To be continued