A/N: Another Ace Savvy fic for you all. One more note: it's a ten year skip. Enjoy! Be warned, the first part has some world building.
"Hurry, my pets. If we can burrow down in the earth's crust, I can release my latest creation: the Tree Eater! This unique specimen will multiply by the nanosecond and dig through the ground until they come upon a tree's roots. From then on, these epic beast with peck within tree, decimating it from the inside and out. Not even a sequoia tree will withstand these small but deadly birds! Since they multiply rapidly, they will not stop until every tree in the WORLD is destroyed, leaving no oxygen for the naysayers to savor upon! AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAA!" Gene Shuffler guffawed insanely, following his mole-rats mutants as they clawed through the rough rocks and dirt. The Gene Shuffler aka Ronald McGuyveur used to be a highly loved scientist, leaving his fellow companions in awe as he specialized in biological experiments. He decided to take a step further and try to dabble in gene splicing for animals by mixing a mole and a rat; however, the experiment turn the new mutant rabid as it killed numerous people at a science convention. This tragic outcome made McGuyveur a pariah and the scientist felt betrayed from his so called friends. Vengeful, he let the overwhelming jeers and insults consume him, turning him to a sinister and morbid shell of a man. Wearing a grungy beard, the mad scientist had a tattered scientist coat that covered a black tank top, khaki shorts, black loafers, and a lanky frame that needed to pump some iron every once in a while.
"Wow, Genie. You really need to get those mutants fixed. They probably wanna let out some steam if you know what I mean." The quip caused the mad scientist to jerk his head in dreading shock. His thoughts were confirmed as a robotic dark royal blue knight rushed in with searing light blue plasma claws rearing to rip and tear. Following the knight was twelve other heroes, mostly females with two other males.
"Diamondjack!? Ace Savvy!? And the FULL HOUSE GANG!?" The scientist commanded his mole-rats army to stop with a press of a button on his wrist console. Turning their heads, the mutant mole-rats hissed and snapped their jaws at their new adversaries. Having buck teeth of a rat along with the sharp claws of a mole, these underground beasts are not to be trifled with! ...Although, their eyesight remains much to be desired.
"Yep, that's my name. Don't wear it out. Now, call off this warped plan or we ALL will put your lights out!" Ace glared, floating in the air. He has grown from a sharp young lad to an striking man. He still wore his one piece jumpsuit; however, it has be remodeled to fit his newly grown stature. Thanks to an effective workout regime, the white haired hero bulked up considerably. Even when he doubt himself as capable leader at times, the other Full House members showed that he IS one for a damn good reason!
The High Card brandished her laser sword with a glare of her own. "That literally will be your only warning!" The second in command, HC had detest Ace to a margin due to being the head-runner of all their plans. Hell, they butted heads occasionally until a huge argument had Ace to temporarily delegate the leadership role to HC. At first, she did a excellent job thwarting any villains' plans under her rule. But where she was Ace's equal in terms of leadership let a weakness of hers shows: dealing with any new villain. When Behemoth the Destroyer made waves a while ago, she couldn't figure out how to beat the baddie, leading her to beg Ace to regain his leader status. Taking this experience as a humbling one, the woman began to respect Ace as the head cheese. As a master hacker, she can crack any code, destroy or upload any virus, and have any computer nerd glow green with pure envy with her trusty phone. She no slouch in the combat department as she switch between graceful sword swings with her sword and bone crushing punches and kicks. Her outfit consists that of a white jacket and light blue accents, white pants, sky blue boots and gloves, and her two signatures: her goggles and her light blue scarf.
"Hmph. What makes you so sure this time, fools!?" Gene Shuffler barked, spittle flying from his mouth.
"Uh, stupid. Your mutants are like glass cannons. Unless you actually did somethin' about it, then there's no need to worry about you to be honest," Diamondjack shrugged, confident that this will be the same outcome as the time before. After being freed from the Omincidial virus, the robot joined along with the Full House gang to fight crime. Although, he had to get used to putting away scum, not outright vaporizing them due to the unspoken rule about killing. Also, he had to deal with the public being afraid of him since his past got out after hearing about the robot for the first time. After taking a brutal attack that left him nearly destroyed from a year ago, Card Counter happily took the liberty to give the knight a HUGE upgrade. Combining the strongest metal, chromium, and the strongest alloy, steel together and dipping the combined metal into melted diamonds, she made a new metal called Diamantium. This was even tougher than the latter metal as Diamondjack was formerly made of reinforced steel. The knight took the upgrade in strides, knowing that he is virtually invulnerable. Along with increased weaponry, an upgraded computer software (that comes with a nifty butler), and a modular system, he can safely say that he's the ultimate robot. Like Ace, he also remained the same appearance wise with some minor changes like additional metal plating to his lower torso and circular shoulder pads; however, there was a large cut along his left side of his face from his climatic clash his malevolent self: Deviljack.
Gene Shuffler smirked darkly, "Ah, funny you should mention that, robot. Lately, I have been tinkering in the lab to enhance my mutants' durability. You thirteen are the perfect candidates to test my modified mole rats upon. My pretties...SIC'EM!" At their master's call, the biologically altered mole rat army screeched madly before charging the heroic squad. Strong Suit crouched down into a three point stance, her lips curving into a small but cocky smirk.
"Black thirty one! Black thirty one! Hut, hut, HIKE!" She yelled before charging towards five of the mutants with her shoulder pointed toward them. Crashing into each of them one by one, Strong Suit heaved them away with one hand; however she wasn't done yet. As they all on their backs on top of each other, she grabbed all their tails in one hand and began to swing them all around and around before releasing her grip. The five moles sail through the wide tunnel before crashing into a weak part of the wall. The wall cracked from the extreme weight of the mole rats as progressively larger rocks crushed them one by one. "Oh yeah! Who's the woman!? I am! Woooo! Let's go for ten!" Strong Suit grinned smugly, running towards more mole rats as she took out a lone black tonfa. The plucky athlete always let everyone in and out of crimefighiting know that she's NUMBER ONE! SHE'S NUMBER ONE! Her super strength sought her through countless sticky situations. Nowadays, she attempted to put a lid on her constant showboating but she can't help flaunt what she got. The sportswoman wore a more elaborate designed leotard with wavy stripes colored black, red, and white. Over the leotard, she wore a white and red torso armor piece made from diamantium like Diamondjack is also. On her feet were red with black accented cleated boots. Back to the tonfa she wields, it can also be upgraded with electricity to give any baddies a good ole shock.
The Night Club zipped through the cave with her jet pack, caution of the mole rats snapped their jaws at her. "Alright, folks! Let me stand on the rooftop and scream MY heart out!" Dropping to the ground gently, the rock diva pulled out her super guitar and pick. Strapping it on in front of her, she raised her pick high as the mole rats closed in on her. She strummed her guitar down, sending massive sound waves careening towards the mole rats. The genetic rejects could only look in horror as they were blown way. The rockstar kept at it as strummed another barrage of waves to another incoming group of mole rats, sending them flying. A warped screech grabbed her attention as a lone mole rat was crawling to her at a inhuman speed. Glaring, Night Club took a deep breath before letting out a huge, screeching wail to the altered animal. The mole rat didn't have time to soothe it aching ears as it too was blown away by Night Club's guitar. The rockin' superheroine gained this sonar voice ability from constant use of her vocal cords, strengthening them every single time. The woman was still the same chill gal from ten years ago. How one could remain so chill is beyond me. She shaved have of her hair into a fashionable look. Over her lavender leotard was a royal purple jack. Black tights that is adorned with white fishnets wrapped her legs as thigh length royal purple high heeled boots covered the majority of her legs.
"Bombs away, you grody mutants!" The Queen of Diamonds shouted confidently, jumping skillfully over every mole-rats like a seasoned acrobat with spins, flips, and rolls. As she done this, the teen princess dropped small diamond shaped bombs close to her enemies and blinding them with her cape as well to leave them wide open. Huge explosions erupted, tossing the mole-rats away like they were crumpled sheets of paper. One mole-rat actually got close to Queen, preparing to snap its jaws on her head. With quick thinking, Queen nonchalantly tossed a few bombs into the beast's mouth. The mole-rat could only widen its eyes in horror as its head exploded, sending meaty bits everywhere. Yelping fearfully, Queen covered herself with her cape to save her clothes. "Hey! Watch it! I just had this dry cleaned!" Forging herself to become nicer overall, Queen has came a long way from being that little spoiled princess that constantly relied on any given attention. Over time, she especially took a liking to Diamondjack, seeing him as a big brother figure and simply loving that he's a diamond themed robot. Hell, when he was in process of being upgraded to , Queen waited by his side until he was rebooted. Underneath her elegant but blinding cape, she wore a shoulderless, backless lace pink mini-dress with the one side of the hem overlapping the other, black and lace pink leggings with diamonds at the knees, and lace pink ankle length high heeled boots.
"DJ, heads up, dude," Night Club signaled, strumming another wave towards the mole-rats. The waves hit their mark, sending the abominations to Diamondjack. Readying his claws, he let loose a torrent of slashes, swipes, and swings to chop the unlucky mole-rats into various, gory pieces.
"On your left, master Diamondjack," Jones, Diamondjack's built-in butler, warned. He locked in on a incoming mole-rat.
Turning in place, Diamondjack disposed the cretin with a quick right uppercut, stabbing the mole-rat through its jaw. "Thank you, Jones and Night Club!"
"You're welcome, sir," Jones responded as Diamondjack continued his killing spree of mole-rats.
Royal Flush dashed through the large horde of mole-rats, bashing her way with her trusty and now bigger monkey wrench. The handywoman had her monkey wrench upgraded to something akin to a Swiss Army knife. It had a large and small screwdriver, a saw, pliers, a centimeter and inch ruler, a wire scalper, and a magnifying glass. "Even though that these things are so freakin' cool, we can't have them out and about." A large red construction worker's helmet covered her head, and it was also made from diamantium. She wore a khaki vest that was multiple pockets to house any supplies that may be of use to her. Aside from maroon construction boots that covered her feet, she wore a simple murky green tank top with blue jean pants.
"Tis indeed, my unpleasantly scented sibling. These fine creations would be satisfactory towards uncovering Shuffler's splicing formula," The Card Counter agreed, shooting down mole-rats with her ray gun. The scientist may have little use for any emotion, she does love her siblings, One-Eyed Jack, and Diamondjack very much. She can count up so many ways to effectively beat down a run of the mill villain with her calculator but a calculator could only do so much so she opt to make a ray gun that worked also as a long range tazer for any low threat criminals. To match her colorful double skirt, Card Counter donned a scarf that bore the same colors as said skirt. A chartreuse short sleeved jacket matched her heelless boots while a gray tank top and light maroon leggings were new additions to her outfit. Increasing her power on her ray gun, Card Counter unloaded round after round on the mole-rats, vaporizing them instantly in their tracks. Her ray gun ran low on ammo due to the high power usage as a mole-rat closed in on her finish her off. Shielding herself, Card Counter waited for the embrace of death.
BONK!
A swift hit from an unknown force sent the mole-rat sailing down slowly like a forest tree. Card Counter uncovered her eyes to find that the Eight of Spades made the save. "Sigh, you really need to pack more ammunition for situations like this." Eight informed knowingly before running through a dark wispy portal. Eight had an...unreadable stance to the others but she had just as big of a heart as anyone else in the gang. She gained some knowledge to dark magic thanks to reading through various ancient tomes; due to said knowledge she could only conjure portals, fake clones to throw off villains, and stop villains in their tracks with shadow tendrils. Along with these new powers, she also had her trusty shovel, which is larger to accommodate her growth over the years. She wore a bigger version of her cloak while what she wore underneath has changed: a pale black leotard that matched her bicep length gloves and her cuffed heelless ankle length boots, a sky blue belt with ace symbols that fitted on a tilted angle on her hips.
Card Counter rolled her eyes, embarrassed to saved by someone, "Duly noted." She ran off to find more mole-rats.
"Hmm, I think that some white would totes make a lovely contrast with your fur. Although, I can soooo do without the smell," Eleven of Hearts gagged, heaving the suspended mole-rat away with her straps. Multiple mole-rats attempted to pounced the heroic fashionista but with furious lashings from her straps sent the mole-rats yelping away in pain. Not even looking, one of her straps snagged a diving mole-rat out of the air and threw it towards a group of mole-rats, knocking them down like a group of bowling pins. Now, a girl gotta keep up with latest trends and Eleven keeps up with both fashion and crime. The girl has her dim moments, which is more than many times the other members could count but luckily the moments really were nothing to worry about. Eleven grew a strong bond over her fellow members, doting on them like she is a second mother to them. The woman also has a tight bond over her straps, which act like its own entity. Back then, Eleven's straps would be at their strongest whenever she would be in total emotional distress but she hone her skill to use said power whenever, granting her total control. A sea-foam green crop top is what she wears nowadays along with a white skirt that covered significantly a pair of pink leggings she wore along with a pair of bicep length white gloves. She still had her black boots and her heart themed sunglasses.
"Oooo, hello there, handsome. I wonder what's your favorite fruit? Is it...watermolen? Hehehehe! Get it?" The Joker tittered, smashing her staff on one molerat's head. Another mole-rat attempted to slash her down with its claws, "So is your favorite part of math is...moletiplication?" Sweeping her leg to send the mole-rat up in the air, Joker swung her staff to knock him away like a baseball. A ear piercing screech signaled her to turn her head and body around to the source; a mole-rat was sprinting towards her to with death in her eyes. Smiling, Joker stamped her staff down gently, releasing a yellow mist. The mist wafted towards the moler-at, who was unfortunate to inhale it. Stopping dead in its tracks, the mole-rat began to laugh, slowing dropping to its knees as it laughed uncontrollably. "Come one, come all! I promise you: the mole, the merrier! Get it! Whew, I'm on a roll today!" Always a top of the line comedienne at heart, Joker knows when to squeeze in a laugh here or go for broke for a gut buster. Her motives may be questionable at best or out of line at worst but she will risk everything to protect the innocent. A jester inspired dress colored with pale black and mustard yellow is what she rocked now along with stockings, gloves, and jester shoes that was either colored pale black and yellow.
One-Eyed Jack cut every mole-rat down with his reliable one handed broadsword; it may not be as powerful as High Card's plasma sword but all One-Eyed needs is one precise swing from the tip of the sword and not a soul will be standing, not even the most durable. "How many of these things are there? Honestly, there's no end to them!" The entire reason that One-Eyed got the sword to begin with is because of High Card got her plasma sword installed on her phone years ago. The poor boy had a hopeless crush on her and tried in vain to get her to notice him. Eventually, she sat him down and told him gently but firmly that they will never become an item because of the age gap and...other things. This broke his heart and left him depressed for a month. Thankfully with the help of Ace and Diamondjack, he was able to bounce back and actually hold a conversation with HC. He still wore his blue sweater underneath his white sleeveless heart shirt. Silver, shining shoulder pads covered his shoulders along with a navy blue cape. He exchanged his sneakers for a pair of black swashbuckling boots.
"I agree! We need a plan and fast!" The Deuce piped in worry, bombarding mole-rat after mole-rat with her stink missile launcher. The resulting smell sent the mole-rats yelping in agony as they covered their noses and ran in despair. The baby grew into a fine young preteen with a perky and bubbly attitude; however, everyone can do without the fact that she can still stank up a bathroom if she eaten the right food for the moment. Now, she couldn't keep flinging poo-filled diapees at archenemies, so Card Counter whipped up a four tubed missile launcher and a recipe for Deuce to conjure the most foul strenching stink grenades to tear a villain's nostrils asunder! The commando wore a lavender camouflage army cap, a lavender tank top, lavender camouflage shorts, and lavender spiked boots. She also wore a half face mask that was also lavender along with gloves of the same color as well.
Diamondjack overheard the twos' conversation while ripping and tearing into more mole-rats. He scanned the cave for more mole-rats; the number was easily in the hundreds. They needed to end this or they might be overwhelmed. They as in Ace and others. Diamondjack could of easily kept going since a robot of his build doesn't really get that fatigued buuuuut he didn't want them dead since he liked them as a real but dysfunctional family. Well, time to bring out the Diamond Devastator! "Everyone, get behind me! I'm whippin' out the Devastator! Unless you wanna burn like a Fourth of July barbecue, you better stand back!" Diamondjack warned urgently, knocking back a mole-rat into a growing group with a dropkick.
"Okay!" Everyone else understood as they all headed to the far left side of the cave. Diamondjack's chest cavity opened to reveal a spherical power source that lit the small diamond on his chest. Jetting into the air, Diamondjack aimed at the vast majority of the mole-rats that were closing in on Ace and the gang. The charge was complete as Jones gave the green light.
"Devastator complete. Let 'em have it, Master Diamondjack."
"With pleasure," Diamondjack glared, thrusting his chest forth to fire a extremely large, searing hot, light blue lazer beam towards the molerats.
BZZZOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Wide eyes that were filled in horror for the mole-rats as they were all reduced to ashes and dust. Diamondjack craned his head towards Gene Shuffler, who was in utter discombobulation. The psycho scientist realized the twenty six pairs of eyes glaring him down like he committed the most heinous crime in history. Gulping fearfully, Gene Shuffler prepared to take off sprinting, "Plan A failed horrendously! Now for plan B: Run like Hell!"
"Oh no you don't!" Eleven gritted her teeth angrily before throwing one end of her strap to the vile gene scrambler. The strap wrapped around Gene's ankles before quickly covering his body up like a spider spinning web all over its prey. Gene fell to the ground with a thud.
"Good work, sis!" Strong Suit grinned, jutting a thumbs up to the blonde bruiser.
Eleven gave a thankful smile in response, "Thanks, Strong Suit!"
"Alright, I'll take 'em to a nice, warm cell," Diamondjack proposed, holding up Gene Shuffler with one hand. He ripped off the connection to the strap and Eleven. Luckily for her, her straps can regrow their size whenever they are damaged. Holstering Gene on one shoulder, Diamondjack floated up with his jet thrusters before zooming out from the gang's view. The gang themselves began to make their trek back to the surface.
An hour later...
The skyroof opened up as Diamondjack slowed to a smooth landing. Powering his jet thrusters down, he began to make his way to the lair of the Full House. Crossing a semi long hallway decorated with newspapers highlighting the numerous successes that the gang gained over the years, Diamondjack stopped in front of a security door. "Good day, Diamondjack. Seems you have taken another criminal scum to the station I presume?" A female robotic voice greeted as the door scanned Diamondjack from head to toe.
"Yep, just another nut who caught these hands. I tell ya, Rebecca, there's nothin' more that I love than just thwartin' crime and get to break a few bones while I'm at it. Heh heh," Diamondjack chuckled darkly, pounding his fist into his open hand. Rebecca was done with the external scan and was ready to let Diamondjack in; however, she had one more question for him.
"I see. Diamondjack...have you ever thought about taking time...off?" Rebecca questioned, nervousness sneaking ever so in her voice.
Diamondjack adjusted an 'eye' into a confused gaze, "Time off? What are you on about, Rebecca?" A well known workaholic among the gang, Diamondjack never really had anyone outright question it; however, it didn't go unnoticed by Ace and the others. When his tendencies first surfaced ten years ago, Ace voiced his concerns to the robot. Sadly, Diamondjack basically disregarded his warnings since it was hardwired to his processor he should fight any crime at any given second. At the time, Diamondjack was powered by an electric power source that was far inferior to the nuclear fusion reactor that Card Counter installed in his internal system. He needed more and more electricity for him to keep fighting crime, so he went to electrical power plant and siphon the energy there. At first, he took the energy in small increments before quickly take more and more by the kilowatts which knock New Jack City into a city-wide power outage. Long story short, Ace and the others had to disable and reboot Diamondjack again while Card Counter erased the troubling command from his database. Card Counter then inputted a new command for him to fight crime when the situation calls for it. Although, it seems to work half of the time.
"It that, well, you constantly work, work, work all the time and take no time off. Not even for one night that you would want to take it easy and relax," Rebecca ranted in concern. "Are you sure that you're using the command that Card Counter programmed for you?"
Diamondjack rolled his 'eyes' in annoyance, "Yes, mom. Rebecca, I understand that I work more often than play. To be honest, I would rather rust away on the battlefield than on the couch just slurping away oil canister after oil canister. It's just my way of life." He heard a sigh from Rebecca as realized it pointless to persuaded the hard headed robot.
"I tried. Just be careful, Diamondjack," Rebecca urged, opening the door for him to enter the lair. The Full House lair: the pride and joy where all of the debriefing, planning, and pure tomfoolery happens. In the middle of the room is a large table that has can seat up to thirteen people. On the right, there was a large screen television for the president to show up and inform the gang on whatever problem he has for them to take care of. Behind the table was a few rooms like an arcade room, an indoor swimming pool, a lounge room, and a bedding room that is separated into girls and boys. At the table, everyone was just either entertaining themselves or resting from the frantic fight with Gene Shuffler.
Diamondjack hopped to his seat with an audible metallic thud, "Sooooo, what I missed?" He perched his legs on the table and leaned back on his chair.
"Oh, nothin' much, bro. Jus' kickin' back and lettin' the good times roll," Night Club smiled warmly, lazily strumming her guitar.
Diamondjack tilted his head at the answer, "Nothin'? Nothin' at all?"
"Nope," Queen responded flatly, helping High Card paint her nails.
Sighing to himself, Diamondjack sunk down in his seat. "Grrrreat." The robot made himself comfortable as he closed his 'eyes'.
WEEEOOOEEE! WEEEOOOEEE! WEEEOOOEEE!
Ace quickly answered the alarm by pressing the green icon on the touch screen. A Caucasian male in his fifties appeared on the screen, wearing a black suit. "Hello, Full House. I suppose you all had no trouble taking down Gene Shuffler I hope?"
"No sir!" They all answered confidently.
"Now, let me waste no time and get to the debriefing," The president stated as a smaller screen appear at the top right corner. It had a portly male, a muscular male, and curvaceous woman standing together wearing smiles that belie their heinous intentions underneath the black and white clown makeup.. The fat clown had a baggy black and white jumpsuit and white, cartoonishly large gloves; a lone black top hat covered his shiny, bald head. The femme bombshell wore a white tank-top with black suspenders that was tucked into a pair of black leggings with white polka dots. She also had the same pair of comically large white gloves and a large black afro. The musclebound bruiser wore a simple black speedo with a white cheetah design. The heavyweight baddie look like a modern day strongman as he had no hair either but sported a dashing mustache. "These crooks may seem like high class performing actors but they are anything but. They go by Cirque Des Escrocs: a notorious gang that raised Hell in over twenty cities in the last five weeks! Thanks to their pseudo shows that they put on to distract the unfortunate audience goers long enough to put them under hypnosis! The crew is led by Numbskull the Clown. Ironically, he's smarter than he led on as he and his band of cretins gave FBI the slip on multiple times!"
The screen changed to a clip that showed the crooked clowns in action. The crowd was in a frozen stun as the Cirque's henchmen sneakily stole various valuables from the spectators like money, jewelry, and etc. One henchman, who was dressed as a mime, appeared right in front of the camera with a condescending grin and punched it out. The lair was filled with shocked gasps as the atrocity was showed. Deuce held up an angry, trembling fist, "I hate them already. Hypnosis is supposed to be used for harmless fun!"
"I agree, Lils but they obviously don't care as long as get what they want," Joker patted Deuce's shoulder with a sad but sympathetic smile. She then faced the president, "Do you know what causes the hypnosis, Mr. President?"
"It a hunch but the FBI has gain knowledge on a possible cause. A smooth jazz melody plays whenever the Cirque begins their 'performances'. Whoever is in the vicinity of the tune will be hypnotized to do whatever bidding that the Cirque demands; regardless of morality," The President guessed in a unsure tone.
"It ain't much but it's somethin' to go off on," Diamondjack shrugged indifferently.
"Is Numbskull with his gang literally all the time?" High Card pried, waving her hands gently to dry her manicure.
The president shook his head, "No. Only for big scores. Presumably, he doesn't want to waste his time with anything small. Luckily, his headquarters is also his home as well. He and the Escrocs are performing at Maximus Ball Room tonight. Not particularly well known but a medium sized crowd can fill it up. More intel shows that their headquarters will be thirty minutes away. To the public, they might as well be a hot sensation but to you thirteen and I, they are the epitome of criminals. I leave you all to plan this out. Good luck, Full House!" With that, the screen shut off. Diamondjack leaped out of his chair in a ready to go pose by placing his fists on hips.
"Alright! With said, lets spilt up into two groups...," Diamondjack began before seeing Eleven's hand go up. "Yes, Leni?"
"Can I, like, go to the dinner party. Lori, Lola, Lily and I went dress shopping on Wednesday. It totes would be the perfect opportunity to show everyone my style," Eleven beamed with starry eyes.
Queen sat up from her reclining position with a self absorbed smile, "Oh please. Everyone will marvel at MY ensemble tonight! You still have trouble putting on makeup at times." That jab caused Eleven to glare at the teen darkly.
"No, I will look better than the two of you because I'M the cute one!" Deuce interjected, popping in between the arguing blondes. Luckily, High Card used her whistle to dispel any upcoming arguments.
TWEEEEEET!
"OW!" Eleven, Queen, and Deuce yelped, covering their ears from the distasteful sound. Satisfied with their cooperation, High Card placed her whistle back in her pocket.
"Break it up, you three," High Card ordered before turning towards Diamondjack. "Continue, DJ."
"Thank you, Lori. Anywho, you four can go to the party. Now...," Diamondjack trailed off after seeing Ace's hand go up. He let out a groan of annoyance as he crossed his arms, "Yes, Lincoln?"
"Yeah. Can I talk to you before we go on any further, bud?" Ace asked, standing from his chair and walking towards the robot. ...OK, this is unusual. Diamondjack hoped that this interruption would be brief or maybe he want to take over from this point.
"Uh, OK?" Diamondjack responded in confusion. Ace continued on as he passed Diamondjack and to the bedding room. Turning to the rest of the members, they only give the robot shrugs of uncertainty. He followed Ace to the bedding area where the leader closed the door behind them. Luckily, the walls are very thick so snooping is all for none. "What's up?"
"I'l just cut to the chase. Rebecca called me to the side and voiced her concerns about your...workaholic proneness," Ace began, stopping the robot from ranting his head off. "Now, before you start, she only doing this because she want the best for you. You know that right?"
"Yes, I know but Lincoln, are you going to listen to a computer of all things? When its order is to open, close, and lock doors? Besides, I learned my lesson from the last time," Diamondjack swore defensively, turning away from Ace. At least, he knows why that Rebecca stopped him for a second. Honestly, he didn't mean to plunge the city into darkness! He just want to make the streets a safer place to be in.
Ace walked up Diamondjack and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. "Yes, Rebecca does those orders. Also, she have all the info about every villain that we fought and repairs you if you taken too much damage." Diamondjack only let out a incoherent grumble in response. "Now, I know you did, man; however, I'm asking nicely: take the night off," Ace stopped himself as an idea came treading to his mind. Yeah, it's crazy enough to work. "Scratch that. Go with Lori and the others to the dinner party."
Slowly turning his head towards Ace, Diamondjack glared with utmost disgust, "...Hard pass."
"Oh come on, Diamondjack! This would be perfect for you! You get to kick back, unwind, and crack open a cold can of oil! What's wrong with any of that?" Ace argued.
"Everythin' is wrong with that Lincoln! Why would a machine like me go to somethin' alien as a dinner party?! Besides, the party goers would be straight up nervous to be around a weapon of mass destruction like me," Diamondjack barked. Lincoln didn't want to do this but the war machine has left him with no choice. Time to play the guilt game.
"Ok, I guess you won't go, which also means disappointing the girls. Especially Lola. You know she loves spending time with you," Ace reminded, jutting his lips into a smirk. He knew that the two spent time sparring (although Diamondjack could easily but he holds back), doing recon missions, and occasionally going out on the town.
Diamondjack could only glare harder at Ace's trickery, "Only you would pull that mess, Lincoln."
"My last name isn't for show for a reason. Now, are you going or not? It would help if they have some muscle and firepower on their side," Ace reminded, nudging the robot.
Diamondjack gently shoved him away, "Alright! If it will get you to stop naggin' me, I go; however, I'm not puttin' any of those revoltin' monkey suits!"
"Glad to come an agreement, man. Have fun," Ace grinned pleasingly, rubbing Diamondjack's shoulder to soothe his nerves. He walked back to the main hall, leaving the military machine to stew in his thoughts. Well, that just great! DJ is going to bored out of his mind at this 'dinner party' tonight. Suddenly, an idea flooded his mind as he chuckled evilly. A nice, genius, dastardly loophole that get him out of this folly.
"Well, Ace said that I have to go to the dinner party buuuut he said that I have to be there in person," Diamondjack informed knowingly to the reader, laughing to himself as he walked out of the room as well.
Three hours later...
By...God. Diamondjack knew that both man and woman took an incredulous amount of time in whatever department that attracts their attention. Sadly, the diamond-studded bot was plagued with the horrid time frame of women preparing themselves for any type of soiree. Ace and the others already left to the Escrocs hideout. Diamondjack had a frustrated glare on his visor as he leaned against the wall, hearing the happy laughing and talking between High Card, Eleven, Queen, and Deuce as they were wrapping up the finishing touches on their getup. Another minute of this and the robot is going to blow a friggin' gasket. Growling in anger, Diamondjack bounced from the wall and cupped his hand to the bottom part of his head, "'Ey, girls! Get the lead outta your dresses and let's roll!" Finally, his silent prayers were answered as the four females walked out of the bedding room dressed to the nines.
"Will you literally hold on, tin man!?" High Card snapped, finishing her hair bun. She wore a sky blue, shoulderless dress that was trimmed with black lace and it had a black, tribal-esque flow. Light gold, diamond earrings with a small light blue elliptical shape in the middle. Her closed toed, strapped high heels matched the same color as her dress.
Queen crossed her arms and gave the robot an irritated look, "Yeah, it takes time to look this good!" She had her hair done to give it a foofy and curly look. A shoulderless and backless dress wrapped around her body snugly. The bust was dark pink while the slitted hem was lace pink. She wore closed toed high heeled wedges that matched her dress bust's color. For her accessories, she wore diamond earrings and necklace with diamond studs.
"Yeah, you've said, Lola," High Card smiled confidently, feeling radiant in her attire. Each of the girls posed cutely to basically show off: High Card gave a bigger grin, Eleven lifted one dainty hard up, Queen put a seductive duck face. and Deuce smooshed her cheeks and let her pupils shine adorably. "Now we..."
"Look...," Eleven continued, letting out a few giggles. She had her hair done in a long, knotted ponytail that streamed down to her waist. Her one shoulder seafoam green has been decorated with pink cherry blossoms ranging from large to tiny. Finally, white, open-toed booties granted her a small boost in height.
"Soo...," Queen added.
"Gorgeous!" Deuce squealed as she and the girls jumped up and down happily, letting out happy but shrill shrieks with a few laughs on the sides. The littlest hero was wearing a lavender dress tank top that she tucked in, a long, royal purple, tie-dye skirt that stopped at the top of her ankles, and lavender pumps to wrap up the outfit. Her hair has also been done in a wild, wavy style.
Diamondjack shook his head as he began to warm his jet thrusters up, "Yes, y'all are beautiful! Now, I'll provide support from across the street from the dinner party. Now, let's go!" He just want to get this night over with, be done with it, and never have to speak of this again.
"Hold it!" A hand grabbed his wrist, causing him to kill his jets. Sighing, Diamondjack swiveled his head towards the four to find High Card, Queen, and Deuce glaring at him as if the robot said the most offensive thing in their lives. Meanwhile, Eleven had a look of pure heartbreak. Welp, time to resort to desperate measures.
"What?" Diamondjack prodded, entirely confused at the ladies' contempt. Honestly, why are they looking at him like that?
"We don't need support because you're coming too but literally NOT like that!" High Card punctuated distastefully, pointing to Diamondjack's armor.
Eleven let out a light sniff as she tried to not let the waterworks flow freely, "W-What's wrong with the code that Lisa and I, like, programmed for you?" Oh God. THAT program?! Tch, that will be the day when Diamondjack puts on that monkey suit.
"Also, that you look like a total herald of death," Queen compared, gazing at Diamondjack's armor as well.
Deuce placed her hands on her hips, "And you'll give our positions away!" Jeez! Is this 'the hour of shitting on Diamondjack' or what? Realizing what they are nagging him about, his shoulders drooped downward in unamusement.
"...Seriously?" Diamondjack droned flatly.
"YES!" The girls answered together, wanting the robot to stop stalling so that they can leave. Diamondjack let out another groan as he rubbed his temple to soothe the growing irritation. He then held his right wrist up for him to speak to Jones.
"Jones, activate code:...Dappertux," Diamondjack ordered with a tired sigh.
"Yes sir, master Diamondjack," Jones obeyed, activating the dreaded code. Suddenly, a bright light engulfs the robot as slowly floated upward. The girls covered their eyes in an attempt to not go blind. Diamondjack's armor began to morph slowly into a perfect imitation of a tuxedo. Eleven and Card Counter worked countless hours where the former was crafting the appearance of the tuxedo while the latter established a working programming code for Diamondjack's interface. The robotic rumbler decided to change his overall armor color from dark royal blue to pure white for the hell of it. With the top part of his torso armor as the coat, his leg gauntlets extending upward to the top of his thighs as pants, and his shoulder pads extending sleeves to his wrists: he is ready to party very, very hard! Floating gently back down, the girls were in awe about his transformation.
"OOOOOH!" They droned in perfect unison.
Queen tapped a finger to her chin in confusion, "Wait. What's with the color change?" Chuckling, Diamondjack walked up to her calmly.
"Simple: when I rock that all white, I be feelin' godly!" Diamondjack sang joyfully, booping Queen's forehead softly. This gave him a mirthful giggle from the young woman. After that, Queen wrapped her arms around him as best as she could in a warm hug.
"Glad to see you're coming around, DJ," Queen snuggled into his chest.
Diamondjack stroked her hair softly, "Eh, not all at once but it's gradual." Queen soon let go of him. "Now, ladies: let's be off!" He announced, jutting his finger in the air confidently as the others let out cheers of excitement.
Twenty-five minutes later...
The five party goers arrived with the girls riding in the van and Diamondjack flying to the ball room. Due to him being faster, Diamondjack got there first and was waiting on the females, who were pulling up to him. They got out of the car and navigated their way through the tightly packed parking lot. "Hm, that's strange. No one's literally out here and the party starts in four minutes," High Card noted in confusion, squinting through the glass doors of the vacant foyer.
Eleven shrugged with the same amount of uncertainty, "Maybe they are, like already inside?"
"I guess so but we need to be cautious," Deuce warned. They slowed to a stop as they met up with Diamondjack.
"I suppose that y'all gazed inside of the foyer?" Diamondjack questioned knowingly. The four nodded in response. "Same here. I have a bad feelin' about this." He opened and held the door for the women, who gave him thankful smiles. Following them inside, they all scoped the foyer suspiciously for any funny business. The foyer itself wasn't too special to write home about. It was basically a huge room for people to wait in with beige walls, off white marble columns, and exquisite carpeting.
"Well, nothing too off about this. Although, the silence is disconcerting me to a high degree," Queen critiqued in a nervous tone, rubbing her arms to keep herself calm.
Eleven nodded, "Me too. DJ, can you use one of your visors to find anyone else in here?"
"Yeah, gimme a sec," Diamondjack answered, switching through his wide selection of visors on his wrist console. Finally, he found the one that he was looking for as his eyes changed from baby blue to purple. This is his Thermal visor, which allows him to see the heat signatures of organisms. He could also see through walls with this along with his X-Ray visor. Setting his gaze towards the double doors ahead of him, Diamondjack could see various people mingling, talking, or helping themselves to the huge table of food. "Hmmmm, nothin' too outta place. It looks safe to me; however, Mr. President did say somethin' about a jazz number. Here, put these on." Diamondjack's chest compartment opened up, showing four steel bracelets. The girls took one of each and held to their eye, taking in every detail, including the big glowing diamond in the middle.
"Woah, what are these, Diamondjack?" Deuce wondered, putting her on her left wrist.
Diamondjack crossed his arms cockily, "I'm glad you asked, Lils. These are force field bracelets. They can protect you from any auditory or inhalent hazards. I came up with the idea and pitched to Lisa. She did the rest as usual. Now, these are prototypes so they may or may not work."
"We'll take what we can get. Thanks, DJ," High Card praised with a thankful grin. She, Eleven, and Queen put theirs on as well. As the bracelet were safely secured, a white aura enveloped the women before disappearing soon after. The bracelets are operational!
Diamondjack nodded towards High Card, "No prob." He opened the door, the buzzing activity quickly made itself known to the five. A huge chandelier hung from the high ceiling, shining brightly all over the room. A wooden stage was at the back of the ball room for performers to show off their talents. On the far left, a long table showed a plethora of mouth-watering meats, vegetables, and other exotic cuisine appealing to the common taste buds. In the middle was another table but instead it being rectangular, this one was a gigantic circle to accommodate all of the guests.
"Oooooooh, everything soo bright and fancy!" Deuce ogled, taking every bit of matter that crafted these walls.
Queen let out a haughty laugh, "Why, dear sister, this the high life: nothing but big wigs and high rollers flaunting their huge wads of cash. ...That's gonna be me one day!" Money signs danced in Queen's eyes as she daydreamed absentmindedly. Everyone else shook their heads mirthfully.
"Ahhh, new guests! Come, come in! We're just mingling with each other, breaking the ice and what not," An older gentleman with a monocle, and thicc, wavy, luxurious mustache greeted warmly. Giving a comical laugh, he took Diamondjack's hand and gave it a hearty shake, which caught the robot off guard. He then gave each of the girls a smooch on their hands; their reactions ranged from shyness to disgust.
Eleven let out a quiet giggle, "We appreciate the hospital!" They all turned their heads towards her with flabbergasted looks. At least she's trying, folks. "Was it something that I said?" She shrugged with a concerned frown.
"I think you meant hospitality, Eleven, which we are thankful," Diamondjack piped, patting her back reassuringly. Turning his head to the gentleman, he walked up to him, "One: that's a outstandin' mustache. Two: do you have any Black Gold oil canisters?" The highest performing performance oil for automobiles, aircrafts, annnnd robots. The oil was a necessity for Diamondjack to keep himself operational before he got upgraded. He doesn't need anymore buuuut he LOVES the taste of it!
The gentleman raised an perplexed eyebrow, "Black...Gold?" He cast his gaze toward the girls, who wore knowing looks on their mugs.
"It's his favorite drink," They all informed.
"Ah, yes. I'll...see if we...have that," The gentleman responded nervously as he walked away.
"Sooooo, what now?" Diamondjack inquired, scratching his head.
Deuce clasped his hand with her smaller one as she smiled at him, "Duh, silly. You go party!"
"Yeah, unwind and enjoy yourself," Queen added as she clasped his other one with a pearly white induced smile.
Diamondjack nodded slowly, taking in the orders, "Hmmmmmm. Fine: I will...party."
Thirty minutes later...
The event turned out...better than what Diamondjack was expecting. He honestly thought that the gentleman that greeted him was the only friendly person of the dinner party. Thankfully, he was proven wrong as he conversed with the other party folk. He learned things like a grouch of a doctor can be quite the party animal or an old lady stashing large amounts of marijuana underneath her house. ...He let that one slide as he's off duty. An upbeat musical number from a trumpet echoed through the huge hall of the ball room; everyone turned their heads towards a average sized man who wa claded in a black and white striped shirt, black pants and black sneakers. On his face, black and white face paint is reminiscent of a mine. No doubt that is one of Numbskull's minions.
"Welcome, e'eryone to the absolute party of yer dreams!" A deep southern male voice announced pridefully. The heroes looked around for the source of the voice as the dreaded clown, Numbskull, slowly walked to the front of the stage, smiling ear to ear with his eyes closed. "I hope all of you were enjoyin' yourselves and what not buuuuuut I know that's not the real reason that y'all came." Numbskull claimed, slowly waving his cane towards everyone in the crowd.
Diamondjack cracked his knuckled as his eyes glowed in anger, "I can think of ten thousand good reasons that involves you goin' down to the ground."
"Why yes I dooooo! It's our famed short plays of course! Ooooooh, y'all in for quite a treat tonight as this one has just been whipped up! It's called: Imbciles crdules! I hope y'all enjoy!" Numbskull boasted happily, throwing his hands into the air as black and white confetti shot out.
"Does anyone wanna bet that phrase involves the word idiot?" Queen scoffed, raising an eyebrow unconvincingly.
Numbskull began to walk away but stopped in place as he forgot something important to tell. "Oh, silly. I almost forgot. I don't want to bore you to sleep without any atmospheric music. Boys! Will ya bring out the music box!?" Two of the minions dragged out a large, old-fashioned music box. It look like it need more than two people by the tired and panting faces of the minions as they finally came to stop.
"Do you girls have on your bracelets?" Diamondjack whispered, turning his power output down to twenty percent. This was to make sure that he doesn't kill anyone with one punch.
"Yeah!" The girls responded with determination.
"Also, make you just knock out the innocent because something tells me that this isn't literally going to be easy," High Card warned, keeping her eyes peeled for anything.
"Boys, play this crowd a tune will ya?" Numbskull ordered politely, tapping the stage with his cane two time. Nodding, one of the silent servants began to roll up the crank of the music box. The tune slowly came to life as purple, ghostly measures floated out from the megaphone of the music box and levitate to the unknowing crowd. The measures wafted through the ears of the people except for High Card, Queen, Eleven, and Deuce, which the measures bounced off the invisible force field.
Eleven gasped happily, "It worked. We're, like, not hypnotized!"
"Thank the motherboard. Now, destroy the music box, girls!" Diamondjack barked, jetting towards the annoying box. Just as he got close, a three hundred pound dumbbell flew from behind the curtains and slammed into the robot, and sending him flying across the room and through the wall. The girls gasped in horror as they stopped everything and went to aid their artificial friend. Diamondjack is flat on his back, 'eyes' bouncing back and forward as the girls came into his view. Looks of concern is plastered on their faces. Just need to get his motion sensors re-calibrated.
"DJ, are you ok?!" They all asked fearfully. After that question, Diamondjack finally focused himself and leaped to his feet. Just to be sure, he shook his head quickly to lose the dizziness. Can't hunt down the perpetrator if you have motion sickness.
"Alright, who's the wiseass who threw that?" Diamondjack asked threateningly, pounding his fists together in eagerness.
The muscular man from the President's briefing stepped out from the dark backstage. Alongside with him, the beautiful femme fatale from the same briefing stepped out beside him. The muscleheaded brute glared and pointed to Diamondjack with hate in his eyes, "YOU, Metal man! How dare you interfere with our business!? You and your comrades must surely have a death wish if must continue!" He goes by Braunson Strowguy: one of the elite members of the Escrocs. He prides himself by using his physical strength to get his way...or move people outta the way.
"Yeah, we don't need you goody goody bozos like you messin' up our fun!" The poofy haired vixen nagged, sticking her tongue at the heroes. Her name is Hairricane and her afro has more uses than just showing off. Using her large hair as prehensile, extra limbs, she quickly rose through the ranks of the Escrocs with that and her unhinged nature. More minions stepped out from the curtains in order to intimidate the heroes, which failed.
Deuce stood out from the group and glared her hardest, "Oh yeah!? Just you wait, jerks! Soon, you all will eat those words!" At this, the Escrocs laughed at this because a threat coming from a eleven of all people. She growled and puffed her cheeks out, straight seething in rage until High Card grasped her shoulder with a stern gaze.
"Deuce, calm down. You are literally letting them get to you. Now, everyone, take down these scum and break that stupid box!" High Card demanded, getting to a fighting pose. Before she knew it, Diamondjack already blasted toward Braunson, happy to settle this score. "Diamondjack!"
Quickly closing in on the villainous muscleman, Diamondjack grasped his shoulders and slammed to the wall. Stunned for a moment, Braunson grabbed Diamondjack's shoulders and slammed him to the wall beside him. The two proceeded to slam again and again until Braunson grabbed one of his arms and judo flipped him to the wooden ground. As the battle raged on between them, Deuce whipped out her missile launcher and fired two rounds towards the army of mimes. They tried to dodge but they were too late as the explosions sent them flying all over the room. A foul stench forced more incoming minions to retreat and run away. Deuce got out her gas mask and surgeon masks, "Guys, take this!" She tosses them to the others who gave her a nod.
"Thanks, sis!" The other girls expressed gratefully, quickly putting on the surgeon masks. Eleven unraveled her straps and sicced one end to a minion racing towards her. With a pleased smirk on her lips, she closed her hand to command the wrap to tie around the minion's ankles. With the minion immobilized, she swung fiercely to another group of incoming minions to knock them down to the ground like decrepit, old buildings. The now dazed minion was slipping in and out of consciousness. Eleven simply tossed him aside before she was swept up by Hairricane's hair limbs, "AH!"
"Hang on, Eleven!" High Card screamed, roundhouse kicking away a minion. She and Queen were taking down multiple minions with synchronized attacks like double palm thrusts, high jump kicks, lunging knees. These two, hot-blooded ladies weren't taking no survivors. Especially when family is involved!
"Ugh, there are so many of-WOAH!" Queen bellowed in fright as another Hairricane's hair limbs snatched her up as well.
High Card gasped helplessly as Deuce was caught by the hair limbs as well, "Deuce, I'm com-AH!" The hair limbs make short work of her as well. Back to the Diamondjack and Braunson, Diamondjack was winning as he punched the heinous herculean rapidly as he guarded his face from the robot's assault. Squinting one eye open, he saw that Hairricane is squeezing the life out of the girls. At this sight, he gave a proud but dark laugh that confused Diamondjack.
"What's with the laughin'? Might I remind you that you're losin'?" Diamondjack considered flatly, increasing the speed of his punches.
Braunson stiflied his laughs as he shook his head, "No, rustbucket. I give you this: you are worthy competitor buuut your comrades; however, they stink worse than poopy diaper. Have a look for yourself."
"What are you...," Diamondjack trailed off, looking up to the dance floor where the girls are slowly losing consciousness due to lack of oxygen. He gasped in horror, "Girls!" With this distraction, Braunson punched through the ground, grabbed a random cable, and ripped it while smirking darkly.
"Perfect," Braunson whispered, jabbing the exposed end to Diamondjack's chest.
ZAAAAAAAAAP!
"AAAAAAAAAAAH!" Diamondjack screamed in pain, flopping to his back as Braunson kept the pressure. The poor robot tried to crawl away but the electricity was killing him.
"Da! Who's strong guy now!? ME! Braunson Strowguy!" Braunson snapped as his spittle flew all over Diamondjack's face. He continued the cold blooded torture as Diamondjack slowly shut his eyes. What the unhinged strongman didn't know about that Diamondjack wasn't really affected by the thousands upon thousands of volts coursing through him as he powered by nuclear energy, which creates electricity. When he absorbed enough volts for the counterattack, he just played dead and Braunson took the bait like a sucker. The strongman continued to gloat victoriously as suddenly Diamondjack's hand popped up with insane speed and enclosed his face.
"W-WHAT!? I thought you shortcircuited!" Braunson shouted in fear as he struggeled to escape Diamondjack's iron grip.
Diamondjack scoffed as he increased his death grip, "Ha, ha, no. I'm practically a battery when it comes to electricity. Now: eat this." He let out a HUGE discharge, shocking the ever loving shit out of Braunson as he twitched erratically in extreme distress. Soon, Braunson was sent flying away as he crashed into the far wall on the other side of the ball room. This enormous use of energy was too much for the ballroom's generator as the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness. Hairricane was startled, loosening her grip enough for the girls to regain their breaths.
"What happened to the lights!? I can't see a thing!" Hairricane shouted frantically, looking around blindly. Noticing this, Diamondjack quickly cloaked himself to better his chances. Before he could proceed, he turned towards the music box and quickly dismantled it with a shot of his shotgun blaster. The resulting destruction snapped the innocent party goers out of and they fell to the ground unconcious. "Wha, what happened to the music?!" Hairricane is trying gauge her surroundings, Diamondjack quickly closed in on her as he reared back his fist...
WHAM!
The punch sent Hairricane to ground, grinding a long straight line against the floor. Eventually, she crashed against the wall hard. Unfourtunately, she wasn't as resilent as Braunson as the impact knocked her out cold. Her deadly hair limbs went limp as High Card, Eleven, Queen, and Deuce dropped to the ground roughly. The robot disabled his cloaking device, ran up, and checked on them. "You girls ok?"
"We'll literally survive," High Card rasped, stretching her back.
Deuce smiled and hugged Diamondjack's leg, "Thanks for the save, DJ." As they regain themselves from the fight, a wicked, deep laugh grabbed their attention. Swiveling their heads to the stage, a lone spotlight Numbskull typing something into a big, ominous object. Said object had lettering that spelt out 'BIG BOMB!" Deuce let out a gasp of horror, "A-a BOMB!?"
"Is he insane!? He'll blow us all to pieces!" Queen cried dramatically, placing her hands to her cheeks.
Diamondjack cloaked himself once more with a glare, "Not if I have anythin' to say about it! Get the civilians outta here! I'll deal with 'em." Nodding to Diamondjack's command, they began to wake up the partygoers while Diamondjack leaped towards Numbskull with electricity surging out of his fists, but as he neared the crazy clown, he noticed a cork sticking out on Numbskull's head. Landing on the stage close to Numbskull, Diamondjack turned off the cloak and drew out his nuclear claws. He cocked his right arm and slashed the oddly silent clown. The clown quickly delflate to the ground with loud wheezing and squeaking. "A fake!? Where's the real one!?"
"Up heeeere, bucket o' bolts!" Numbskull called out cockily as Diamondjack craned his head upward to see the clown leader and his gang making their escape by the catwalk exit. Diamondjack also saw four minions carry both Braunson and Hairricane through the exit door. "Now, I left a lil' sumthin' to remember us by! You might wanna take care of that 'less you wanna be stuck with janitor work if you know what I mean! Buh bye, Gearhead!" After making sure that the last minion got through the door, Numbskull tipped his top hat to Diamondjack and shut the door behind him. On one hand, Diamondjack wanted to go after them and finish them off but there were more important things to worry about. Like how to disable this fuckin' BOMB!
"Diamondjack! Did you get Numbskull!?" Deuce called out as she escorted a elderly woman through the double doors.
"Uh, no! It was a fake and they got away. We'll worry about them later. Keep leadin' the people outta of here. I'll disable the bomb!" Diamondjack ordered, cutting through the bomb's surface to reveal wires and circuitry of the explosive. Hope that he remembers how to disable a bomb. He probably shouldn't deleted that file about defusing bombs to make room for more combat styles. "Jones, you found anything?"
"It appears that the bomb's power system is composed of two, thick wires. One red and one gold. If you cut them both, then everyone is saved," Jones responded while Diamondjack scanned the inside of the bomb.
"Hm. Thought that would be significantly harder than that," Diamondjack guessed as he gave the red and gold wire a quick swipe with his claws. The erratic beeping of the slowly came to a stop. Mission complete! Looking from the stage, he saw the girls got the guests out of the ballroom and were coming back towards him.
"Great job, Diamondjack!" High Card praised with a smile.
Diamondjack gave a dismissive wave, "It wasn't all me. All of you held your own as well."
"That's true. Now, can we go ho-," Queen began to whine as lightning fast beeping stopped her and signaled her and everyone else's attention. They looked towards the bomb to see the timer counting down at a high rate of speed. Everyone gasped at the horrible discovery before glaring at Diamondjack.
"We thought you defused the bomb!" They all yelled angrily at Diamondjack.
The robot rubbed his temple in annoyance, "Look, spare me the naggin' cause obviously: we DON'T have time for it!" He rushed behind the bomb and easily lifted it up over his head. "Go on without me! I'll take the bomb up to space and heave it away!" His jet thrusters began to power up as he looked up to the skylight.
"Bu-" The girls began.
"DO IT!" Diamondjack barked before jetting immediately upward. He burst through skylight glass and is quickly departing from the atmosphere. The excessive beeping became more deranged sounding as the time winds down. Drawing back his left arm with the bomb in tow, Diamondjack hurled the explosive of mass destruction from Earth's stratosphere. "That should do i-"
BOOM!
The shockwave from the fiery explosion pushed Diamondjack back down towards Earth. Spinning all over the place, Diamondjack tried to activiate his thrusters but numerous error messages. "Jones, what's wrong?" Closer and closer, he nears the Earth's surface at a rapid place.
"There seems to be a malfunction with your jet thrusters. The sematics show that a medium sized piece of an asteroid has been lodged due to the explosion. There isn't anytime for you to disgard it, sir," Jones responded. Diamondjack has reentered the atmosphere as fire enveloped him.
"So a rough landing?" Diamondjack guessed knowingly.
"Yes, sir." Jones responded. Rooftops appeared in Diamondjack's vision; meanwhile, the girls were looking up to see the robotic meteorite from outside of the ballroom. Deuce squinted her eyes towards the night sky. She saw the seemingly humanoid meteorite.
"Is that...Diamondjack?" Deuce pried in a increasingly scared tone.
High Card let out a gasp of horror as she trailed Deuce's gaze, "That IS Diamondjack! MOVE!" They all quickly evacurate to a safe distance as far as their heels could carry them.
CRASH!
"DIAMONDJACK!" They all screamed in fears; they emerged from their hiding spots and rushed to their metal friend, who was in a crater the size of a monster truck tire. The robot himself was looking up at them with a flat expression in his 'eyes'.
"Yep, that's my name. You can wear it out as much as you like," Diamondjack answered, standing to his feet and hopping out of the crater in a single bout. The girls breathe a sigh of relief as they closed in for a hug buuut...Diamondjack stepped away from them. They gave him confused and sad look at his response. He usually relaxed about things like that.
"Sorry about that but huggin' me after I JUST came back from space is like huggin' the sun. I just don't want burn y'all," Diamondjack explained knowingly.
"Fair point," Eleven smiled.
"So, we'll report back to Ace and the others when we'll get back?" Queen asked, dusting her dress off.
"Yep," High Card nodded.
Diamondjack gave a confused look, "Speakin' of, aren't they stakin' out Numbskull's place?"
At the same time across town...
Ace, One-Eyed Jack, and the rest of the girls were dying of boredom as hour four crept on their stakeout of the Cirque Des Escrocs. Some were digging on the ground like Eight, others were sleeping to pass the time like Strong Suit and Royal Flush. Ace and One Eyed were leaning against the wall as One Eyed gave an unamused glare towards Ace, "Well, this sucks."
A/N: Yeeeeah, sorry about gettin' this out so late buuuut yours truly got a J. O. B! Tbh, I don't know when another chapter will be coming but I'll do my best to keep going. Thanks for understanding and I'll see you when I see you.
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