Christmas in France
To Aaron: Hey there Aaron! Yes, this is going to be one very interesting scenario. What is going to happen next, you ask? Well, you'll just have to read the new chapter and find out! Enjoy the new chapter, and I hope you review more!
To Red Witch: Hey there Red! I'm glad you want more insanity! Here's more coming right up! Enjoy the new chapter! Can hardly wait to read more from you!
To Sparky Genocide: Hey there, Sparky! That's an interesting suggestion, although Marie-Claire doesn't strike me as much of a wrestling fan. She may know the Rock from the movies he did (Scorpion King, the Rundown, Walking Tall), but she may not know the Rock is a wrestler. I'll put it on the back burner. I hope you weren't hurt by that, and enjoy the new chapter!
To Raliena: Hey there Rae! It's nice to meet other English people on these boards, too. One of my favorite authors is Welsh and the author of a story on my Favorites list is English as well. She regularly reviews 'The Starr Chronicles'. Enjoy the new chapter, Rae!
Disclaimer: "Corn Cob Man? There's a lot of sick people in this town." - The Red Guy, Cow and Chicken (I used to love that show! Whatever happened to it, man? This is insane! I have no idea why I remembered that dumb quote. Man, my mind is dangerous when bored.)
Chapter 12: Attack of the B.A.T.s, Part 4!
The d'Agastino Christmas Party, Paris
"S-s-s-s-surrender your B.E.T. at once, filthy organics! I-i-it's now the p-p-property of Cobra!" Overkill snarled. The people who were attending fled, leaving Gerard, Marie-Claire, the West Coast Misfit members codenamed Dazzler, Siryn, Rictor, and Thunderbolt, and the Malibu Joes codenamed Kicker, Firestorm, Wipe-Out, and Torpedo.
"Who are ye?" Theresa snarled.
"And what's with the stutter, jabroni? You got issues, pal?!" Kyle growled.
"I am O-o-overkill, Cobra's new cy-cy-cyborg agent." Overkill growled. "I-I-I am the general of C-c-cobra's robotic corps."
"Robotic corps…you mean Battle Android Troopers, right?" Jester growled.
"Battle Android Troopers?" Marie-Claire blinked up at her father.
"Battle Android Troopers, also known as B.A.T.s." Ali explained. "They are robot soldiers. All you need to do is program them with a target, and drop them right into battle."
"They're low-maintenance, cheap to make, and they don't complain. They just go in and blow up everything around them until they either run out of juice or get blown to pieces themselves." Rictor added.
"Th-th-that is not true!" Overkill roared. "B.A.Ts are the e-e-elite robotic t-t-troopers of C-c-cobra!"
"You're totally not getting the B.E.T, dude! You getting the B.E.T. would be bogus, man! Totally bogus!" Wipe-Out scowled. Torpedo shot the Malibu-born SEAL a deadpan look.
"Wipe-Out, never try to threaten anyone. It's not you, man." Torpedo sighed, shaking his head shamefully. "It's just not you."
"Y-y-you have three s-s-seconds to han-han-hand over the B-B-B.E.T., otherwise I sha-sha-shall unleash my f-f-forces all over th-th-this building!" Overkill snarled.
"Oh shu-shu-shut up!" Kyle mocked, firing a thunder blast at Overkill. The cyborg was knocked back into the wall. "Man, that jabroni was stupid. The Thunderbolt thought cyborg implants were supposed to improve people, not make them idiots."
"Uh Kyle, something tells me that ye shouldn't have mocked the evil robot-man like that." Theresa gulped. An angry Overkill got to his feet.
"E-e-eat this, organic!" Overkill's arm morphed into a cannon, and a missile fired from it. It headed straight for Gerard.
"Saints!" Theresa screamed.
"I got this!" Kyle fired a lightning bolt at Gerard. Just before it touched the man, it formed a yellow translucent wall in front of him. The missile hit and exploded.
"Father!" Marie-Claire exclaimed. The smoke cleared and the wall still stood. All Gerard got was knocked on his butt.
"Oh Saints, he's alright." Theresa wiped her brow.
"Bad move, you tin can!" Wipe-Out threw a grenade at Overkill. The explosion knocked him back, but it didn't do a lot of damage.
"Not bad for an American, huh?" Kyle shot Marie-Claire a smirk.
"Whatever." Marie-Claire huffed. Several explosions were heard as modified Battle Android Troopers blew threw the walls of the room to get in. The androids fired tracer bullets from their built-in shoulder-mounted gattling guns.
"Everybody get down!" Torpedo ordered. The Joes and West Coast Misfits immediately ducked under some tables. Kyle turned the electric wall into a bubble that went around Gerard and brought him under with them.
"Can't these stupid robots use doors?" Firestorm growled. Blast Radius, Firestorm's monkey, watched all this from the chandelier hanging up the ceiling. He screeched and waved. Firestorm grinned. "You know what to do, buddy!" BR nodded and started throwing lit dynamite at the soldiers.
"How long has he been up there?" Kicker blinked.
"What is that filthy animal doing up there?" Marie-Claire scowled. "He's going to blow ze whole place up!"
"It's called a plan, stupid." Kyle grumbled. Gerard panted and held his heart.
"Man, what a day." The executive panted.
"I am not afraid of zese stupid robots!" Marie-Claire growled. She peeked up from under the tablecloth.
"Marie-Claire, no!" Theresa exclaimed. Marie-Claire's eyes glowed as she concentrated on a couple B.A.T.s. The androids she concentrated on started floating in the air, and she sent them flying into another group of B.A.T.s. "Oh Saints…" Theresa sighed. The Irish girl took a deep breath, and let out a sonic wail, sending a few more B.A.T.s flying, as well as tearing them apart.
"We can't maintain a defensive position forever! Mr. d'Agastino, you and your daughter stay under the tables! We'll clear the trash!" Kicker yelled. "Okay, kids! Gang, let's do this! YO JOE!"
"YO JOE!!" The Joes hollered as they and the West Coast Misfits charged into battle.
"Ha!" Rictor nailed an android in the head with a sonic wave-charged punch, causing it to shatter. He nailed another android with another punch in the head. "Goodbye!"
"Eat grenades, you Cylon wannabes!" Firestorm pitched several grenades at the androids, causing several to explode.
"They're not stopping!" Torpedo exclaimed to Wipe-Out. Both Joes were blasting the androids with volt rifles. The electrical blasts caused the androids to shut down. Meanwhile, Kicker was using a bushido sword and her martial-arts skills to deal with the soldiers.
"Dude, where to they all come from?!" Wipe-Out growled.
"I know!" Ali blasted an android with a yellow laser blast. "You take down one, six more appear!" She screamed as she blasted a couple more androids with her lasers.
"Man, these jabronis are like weeds!" Kyle growled as he smashed some of the android troopers with electrical hammers. "Anybody got any B.A.T. spray?" Theresa flew around, raining sonic cries on the androids.
"Th-th-that's that beauty of ha-ha-having androids as s-s-soldiers." Overkill chuckled as he watched the battle. Theresa flew down towards the B.E.T.
"Marie-Claire!" Theresa exclaimed. The French girl crept towards the device. "We need to get this thing out of here! You'll be great for this. All I need ye to do is decrease the gravity around the device, so I can easily move it."
"Non." Marie-Claire crossed her arms.
"Marie-Claire, this is serious!"
"I am not one of your little 'Misfits'!" Marie-Claire snapped. "You will not order me around like some commoner! I am a blue-blood! Ze blood of ze French Royal Family flows through my veins!"
"Ye can brag about yer royal bloodline later! This is not the time!" Theresa exclaimed.
"You will show me ze proper respect." Marie-Claire huffed.
"For ze love of God, Marie-Claire, do what she says!" Gerard exclaimed in a frightened tone from under the table.
Well, well, well! Looks like we may have another problem! What insanity will happen next? Will Marie-Claire dump the princess act? Will the Malibu Joes and the West Coast Misfits save the day? Find out in the next chapter! Suggestions needed badly!