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Fandom Universe Correction Agency: Bot Crisis All-Out Attack. (RolePlay)

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Walking. All Gregory and Freddy did was walk. They still had no idea what was going on, and being stuck on the island wasn't doing them any favors. Freddy often glanced over at the city. He could swear this was San Francisco, but it looked slightly different. In fact, the famous Golden Gate Bridge was replaced by a long stretch of train tracks that went into the city, a line of tracks connecting to the island. Gregory, on the other hand, was far more focused on finding something like a boat. Not that he was intending to sail out to the city with it's current condition, but instead, just wanted to go somewhere else.

"You know, I think this is the farthest from home I've been." Freddy broke the silence. "Thing is, I thought cities like this didn't change as drastically."

"Don't ask me." Gregory said. "I've never seen this place before."

"Perhaps we should ask around?" Freddy asked.

"Who are we going to ask? We've been walking for thirty minutes and no one has shown up." Gregory huffed. "Besides, we shouldn't be talking to anyone anyway."

"Don't be like that, Gregory." Freddy said. "We're not in the Pizzaplex anymore. I think we're more than OK if we ask around."

Gregory sighed as Freddy saw something approaching them. "Look. Someone's coming this way now. Excuse me, can you help us-"

WHAM!!!
Freddy is knocked away from a kangaroo kick attack. Gregory stepped back as he watched his friend hit the ground. "Freddy!"

Out of nowhere, seven robots surrounded the boy. All of them looked the same, humanoid in shape, blocky, resembling a baseball player in his late 20's. They all swarmed the two like termites, laughing.

"Ey! Look at what we found, fellas!" One of the bots said. "Fresh meat for the beatin!"

They rest began to cheer, as if they were ready to throw an amazing birthday party.

"W-Wait!" Freddy sat up. "We just need some help, that's all..."

"Help! OOOOh ye! We can help ya!" One said. "HELP BEAT YA FRIGGIN BRAINS OUT!!!"

"Of course it's killer robots..." Gregory sighed.

One of the bots approached behind Gregory, holding up it's baseball bat to give him a good thwack. However, it's suddenly shot away by a bolt of yellow that swooped by Gregory's head. The other bots scramble in surprise.

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From the rocks, a young girl came out of nowhere, a bow and arrow like weapon being fired at the bots. She pulls back on it's string, and it fires three arrow shaped blobs of ink toward the bots, knocking two of them down, missing one.

"YO! KILL THAT SHRINK!" One of the bots yell.

The remaining four charged at the girl. She quickly leaps off of the rocks, firing another shot, hitting one. She lands on top of one, causing another to tackle them and knock them both down. As she turns to face the other, she's grabbed by the wrist of one of them, causing her to drop her watch onto the floor. She struggles in it's grasp, growling as it lifts her up to it's face.
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Then, from her back, a small creature crawled out and screeched at the bot. It seemed to startle the bot, and once it's grip was loose, the girl uses her own body weight to grab onto the bots arm, and by flipping her body, threw the bot into the sky. It falls back and smashes into the other two. She turns around, seeing the bots on the ground. She then looks over to Gregory and Freddy, who both become defensive.

"What....was that??" Freddy asked.

"WHO is that?" Gregory asked.

The girl lowers her weapon, realizing who it is. She has found their targets. She lifts her wrist up to her mouth to speak, but notices that her watch was gone. She frantically looks around for the watch. It's gone. Flat out gone. Gregory and Freddy watch in confusion. Freddy steps forward. "M-Miss? Did you lose something?"

"I think she lost her watch." Gregory said. "I saw it fall off her wrist."

She didn't respond, she spoke in a strange tongue, but obviously furious. Suddenly, a small thud was heard, and the girl took notice to it. The watch. She runs over to it and yoinks it off the ground. She connects it onto her wrist and sighs in relief. She turns back over to Gregory and Freddy. She opened her mouth to speak.

"Ꜿꝋ𐰜 トwꝋ. Ꜿꝋ𐰜 иƒƒʋ トꝋ ↄꝋγᚢƒ w⌶トξ γᚢƒ r⌶gξト иꝋw."

"...Huh?" Both Gregory and Freddy said.

The girl realized that she had to speak their native language. She presses a few buttons on her watch, and she speaks again.

"You...t-two. Need to come with me." She spoke. "I-I can help you."

"...No...No, NO!" Gregory stepped to the girl. "Who ARE you!"

The girl wasn't flinched by Gregory's outburst, but she did step away from him. "M-My name is A-Agent 3. I am with the Universe Correction Agency....You both are in danger."

"Uni- what?" Gregory asked.

"I don't think I've heard of that organization before." Freddy said. "Do you know what's happening?"

"No." Agent 3 said. "But, you don't need to worry about it. I can take you back to my base." She holds up her watch and presses a few buttons, summoning a portal....accept nothing pops up for her. She tries again, and...nothing. Confused, she tries to contact the HQ. "T-This is Agent 3. I found the targets. I'm trying to summon a portal back, but nothing's popping up..." No response.

She lowers her arm and sighs. "We need to go. If we take the next train, we can get as far away from the city as possible."

"Hold on." Gregory said. "Freddy, how are we supposed to trust her? I mean, she's talking into a watch, it looks like she hasn't changed that shirt in years, and she kind of smells."

"Well, you do it too, Superstar." Freddy responded. "Beside...with our current situation, what other choice do we have?"

Unbeknownst to the lot, during the battle, Agent 3's watch had been taken away by an unknown entity, and has infused itself inside. In fact, as we speak, Berserk is slowly creeping through CiMos' security systems.

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The train system was quite impressive. The train had no driver, and instead drove through the use of electricity and the internet, however the hell that works. Gregory, Freddy, and Three all sat beside each other. No one else was present on the train, instead it was just the three awaiting for the train to take them away. They didn't say a word, sitting in silence. However, Freddy broke the silence. "San...Buena....Huh. So this is a different universe...I wonder if there's another me....or someone like me."

"I don't care." Gregory said. "I just want to get out of this place."

"Don't worry, Superstar." Freddy said. "You and I are going to get out, and go home, and go back to the Pizzaplex."

"So I can be alone again?" Gregory asked.

"Gregory, I know current situations seem bleak-"

"I'm ok going back to our...universe?...but I'm not going back to the Pizzaplex." Gregory folded his arms.

"You know I can't leave the Pizzaplex, Gregory..." Freddy spoke softly. "And I know that....well, you know."

"The other's will try to kill me if I go back?" Gregory hissed.

"Gregory, I'm still here with you." Freddy said. "I promise you, no matter what, I will be by your side."

Gregory looked away from Freddy. Three looked at the two, a look of empathy on her face. She looks down at her watch and presses a few buttons. Before her, a small portal opened, she sighs in relief knowing the Subspace Storage Pocket still worked for her. Gregory looks with curiosity. "What in the heck?"

"Subspace Storage Pocket." The Inkling said. "It lets me store items that I can't carry on me." She pulls out two bags of chips. "Hungry?"

Gregory looks at the chips, they weren't any brand he was familiar with, which is saying something. He takes the bag, looking at it.

"Gregory. What do we say when someone gives us something?" Freddy looks down at Gregory.

"Thank you." Gregory said. "I really- uuuuuUUUUUUAAAAAHHH!!! Freddy!" Gregory points outside the window.

Freddy, confused, looks out the window and gasps. The train wasn't heading away from the city, it was moving toward it. They could see the damaged buildings of the city, no human alive was near. Freddy was in awe at the destruction. Though, he did notice that there seemed to be large ships slowly approaching the city. The Army, perhaps? He didn't think much more as the train makes it's way into the city. The sun was obscured by he tall buildings, the train coming to a halt. The three looked outside to see the damage. It looked like something out of a Michael Bay film....whoever that is. Suddenly, the sound of the trains doors opening filled the threes ears. Gregory, Three, and Freddy all ducked into the chairs, Freddy trying his best to hide his large body.

The three could see more of those bots walking onto the train. Some of them scoffing in disappointment. "What the hell, guys? I thought there'd be some meatbags we could beat up 'ere!"

"Yeh! I was SO WANTING to kill somethin today!"

Realizing Freddy would have a harder time hiding, Three presses a button on her watch, sending an S.O.S to Fireteam Maverick and Samus, hoping they'd come and destroy these bots before they find them "Please work, please PLEASE work..."

All the while, many MANY more were gather in that location...
 
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And where was Mecha Frieza during all of this? Gathering some technology for the bots cause, and of course plotting to betray the medic and berzerk and take their resources for himself, "do those two amateurs really think I'll be mindlessly loyal to them? I am lord frieza, emperor of the universe! And mark my words, soon son Goku will feel the full sting of my vengeance!" the frost demon thought to himself before letting out a mad cackle before picking up a CPU he found, and the monitor, and the keyboard and the mouse.
 

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HUNK dove from the portal and activated his stealth cloak the moment his boots hit the ground. With a suppressor attached to his TMP, he shimmied out of the seedy alley to assess the myriad robots in the street. Boisterous bastards with Boston accents and baseball bats... Oh, beautiful.

With the agents starting their mission, Balalaika started her briefing. "Listen carefully. This city has been under siege for several hours. A few of our own are already on the scene, but you're still outnumbered at least five thousand to one. Our goals are reconnaissance, sabotage, and extracting survivors."

Soon, the distress signal spread to HUNK's watch, as well. The agent could feel the 'SOS' vibrations against his wrist. Hidden in the shadows, he checked and could see the origin point was the nearby train station. He needed to find a way over there.

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Meanwhile at skull castle in the mega man universe

Metal man was in the rematch chamber where he had been defeated by mega man the second time looking at some robot parts that were all that remained of some strange robots that had suddenly shown up in the middle of a battle between mega man, proto man and some of the robot masters. something didn't add up about them, for one thing they didn't appear to be from any known roboticist, some of them looked like a crude lookalike of a baseball player in his twenties. And some others looked like a parody of the heavy weapons guy that was also a U.C.A agent.

"These robots aren't from anyone I know, that's for sure." Said the first robot master wily created. "It's almost like...!" It hit him all of a sudden, he pressed a button on his U.C.A watch. "metal man to headquarters! We've got robots from another universe that have been dealt with, I'm Coming to you now" the robot master opened a portal to headquarters and went through, entering the U.C.A headquarters, "sorry I'm late, a bunch of idiot robots showed up and tried to kidnap mega man, his older brother and me for some evil plot." Said metal man.
 

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"Tactical Assessment: American soil under siege!" The massive anti-communist robot blared, stomping on the streets of San Bueno. In the distance he could detect a massive invasion undergoing, even unknown aircraft were flying.
"The American way of life must endure, by ending communism!" He ranted as he went along, his sensors taking in all that was new. He found himself to be in San Bueno, California however the altitude and radiation levels were a bit off for some reason. He could also see a massive human-like robot maybe the size of him in the far distance, viewing the way from a bird's eye view.
The target was absorbed in a red color, which meant Prime would have to end his existence.


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Megatron still didn’t notice Liberty Prime, and focused on Whitty, Sans and Boyfriend.
“You inferior, disgusting beings. What are you here for? Saving humanity?
He aims at them with his lightweight hand cannon, charging it up to shoot the 3

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Whitty was about to say something else when he and the others heard something land at the building they had ended up on. Flames gathered on the bomb's hands. He didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to keep himself together and he had only just barely gotten out of his Ballistic state. It also didn't help that Rio had given a startled beep at the activity. He wished that Rio would just quit!! That annoying singer was the whole reason they were even stuck here in the first place!!

It was at that moment that the trio would finally find the source of the commotion near them. Of course none of them recognized Megatron as they had never met before. Sans didn't even seem.to be taking any of this seriously as he just looked ahead.

*something tells me that we're in for a bad time...

"Thank you SO much, Captain Obvious!!" Whitty spat at Sans. If he has to see this skeleton for much longer, he's definately going to go Ballistic again sooner rsther than later. He glared at Megatron. "Save humanity...? So you're the bad guys of this place, aren't you? I have no idea where we are but I know better than to trust someone with an intro like that!!"

"Beep boop beep!!" Rio wasn't even caring that they had just been transported to a place full of killer robots. He actually thought Megatron was cool and wanted a rap battle, holdong his microphone.

"Seriously? Are you SERIOUSLY wanting to rap battle at a time like this?" Whitty huffed as Sans glanced at Megatron.

*i dunno what you're here for either but I'm starting not to like where this is going. you should cool your jets.

Though this was likely going to be anything but...

 

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Megatron looked at Bf, who was holding his mic
“A Death Wish it is then... You’re lucky that atleast you die with company!”
The Cybertronian immediately began firing at the 3 with his hand cannon, attempting to obviously end their lives. some bullets hit windows, shattering them.
 

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Prime saw the massive enemy engage in combat with 3...lifeforms. Thats all the computer in his head could describe them as, since he lacked an organic brain. His weapon was a highly-devastating cannon, well, maybe Prime could save those fellow Americans. If they were that was.
But no matter what, there was a sudden change in his movement, the foreign programming taking over. It wasn't a bad one, but it simply forced him to engage.
"Communist machine detected on American soil! Engaging hostile force!"
Prime started with a ground-shaking sprint, as his visor lit up in a bright red as it cooked up a surpise.


'VRUUUOOOOOM!'

A powerful red laser beam exited the visor with a loud, almost alien sound. The whole area would be lit up in a red hue, the solid beam heading towards its intended target. It almost seemed like something from a sci-fi novel.

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Spotting the beam heading towards him, Megatron barely avoided the beam, only having a few tiny burn marks. He climbed onto balconies from another building.
”..Foolish Machine. If it wasn’t for your primitive technology, I would have confused you for a Autobot. However, Autobot or not, I’ll make sure it will be your last day.”
Megatron rapidly fired at Liberty Prime’s head, charging at him with his retractable Cybertronian Mace in hand now.

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Sans was quick to react to the immediate fire on him and the others. Granted, the fire was a bit reckless but someone with his level of HP couldn't afford any stray bullets hitting him. His eye began to glow a steady blue and yellow, emitting a bright glow as he suddenly disappeared out of the way of the bullets before reappearing a short distance away, in front of Rio and Whitty. He didn't know either of them though he felt as if he ought for some strange reason. His intuition, however, told him that neither of them were out to make harm and this Megatron was norhing but bad news. He put his hands in his pockets, his eye keeping that steady glow.

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* figured that we wouldn't be doing this the easy way. fighting's a lot of work but i guess i don't have a choice.

After saying that, a bone themed blaster materialized in front of him, firing a huge ray of light at the attacking robot. Luckily for Sans, his attack would end up being boosted by Liberty Prime's attack. Sans may be a small skeleton but the Gaster Blaster could emit quite the blast.

Whitty was just about to fire off a fireball when he noticed Liberty Prime and Sans basically beat him to the chase. From the looks of it it felt as if a fellow robot should be on the same side of their attacker, given all this talk about getting rid of humanity and such. But wherever they were, things didn't seem so cut and dry. It was quite obvious that they had been dropped into some kind of warzone and they were on the wrong side of things. At least this other odd robot and this annoying skeleton were actually being a help. It saved things from having to get ugly. After what happened during his rap battle with Rio, getting into his Ballistic Form again was the last thing Whitty wanted to do. Still though, the bomb had a feeling that this wasn't going to be an easy fight. Especially with Rio still running about and thinking he was going to get a rap battle with someone. Luckily none of the bullets had hit Whitty and he had ducked behind a wall just to be safe. It seemed the shots were mostly reckless...

 

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Liberty Prime shut-off the laser and raised his arms, to deflect the incoming projectiles.
"The only thing that is primitive here, is you, communist!"
He boomed, preparing for the strike with the mace. His systems took a quick scan: it was powered by some sort of unknown power source, accompanying that it was also extendable.
"I will spend my last day protecting my fellow Americans!"
Prime pulled back his arm, pipes hissing and joints squeaking as he prepared his next move. As soon as the decepticon came into reach, he threw the punch.

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"Well, we're U.C.A Agents and we're here to help"

Stephen formed his hands in a mystic gesture and purple magical energy swarmed around his hand as a swirling portal was made into the universe where the robot invasion was taking place. "If anyone wishes to join they can gladly accompany me through the portal...and Bayonetta please don't kill the girl, she's new and she has no business with Fugai and Cugai, if you keep the promise then maybe I can show you to them." He wasn't really going to tell her where they were, he just wanted to persuade her not to kill the new Admin, who seemed terribly confused by all this.


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Revan's nerves, as fragile as they still were, were starting to silence. There were no more machines in the area. Revan, with the Force's full capabilities as his weapon, was the one to see to the cleansing. The Red Force Lightning was still pulsating through his entire person, shocking Revan from the inside. But still, there was no comparison to the affliction Revan was feeling towards losing Canderous.

"Canderous..." He was crying, with no tears. "Should the Force allow me to, I promise, I will avenge you!" So many ideas, small, large, size was not a concern, they were all racing through Revan's thoughts. Revan was going to vanquish these machines until there was enough scrap to create 12,000 ships.


"Lord Revan!" Revan's attention was stolen in an instant. That voice, it was unforgettable. Turning around, Revan was now face to face with his loyal Assassin Droid, HK-47. "I saw the chaos erupting in the skies. From there, narrowing the origin point, you, was not such a trivial objective." Revan said nothing in response. He wasn't so sure about what words to use.

Eventually, a few words made it out.
"HK... Canderous is gone." HK gave no reaction, which given his functions, made sense. Even so, with every single personality upgrades HK was given these last few years... no, it was just his programming talking. "Fire a flare into the sky, will you? I want them all to come to us. I want them all in one place!"
 

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And so The Great Slayer sat in darkness, within the confines of his tomb, patiently waiting...for the right time to wake up again. His consciousness was but an empty void now, not a thought filled his head as he slept. He didn't even have dreams.
It was best to not have dreams or even thoughts, he knew the truth.
Flynn was simply a chesspiece on the chessboard, a card for revenge, a last resort. Once he killed Davoth, The Dark Lord, he also killed himself. This news had a weight on him now, but there was nothing he could now do. He was made by evil, to purge evil.
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The Father silently glared at the coffin of The Doom Slayer, his bright unfeatured figure floated inches off the ground. The god muttered something, and sensed something bad was going to happen.
"I hope they can wake you."

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Sans was surprised at how quickly the larger bot was slammed to the wall. For all the talk, even he figured it might have been more of an effort to hit the guy let alone slam him into the wall. But perhaps it was also the benefit of the larger bot.

* didn't think i had that in me...

Whitty had to admit, Sans's blaster was definately impressive. But he knew the three of them would be nothing against these size robots. Robots they were right? Whitty wasn't exactly knowledgable on technology. Robots came in too many shapes and styles for him to comprehend. But he knew that them trying to fight enemies this massive would go nowhere, blasters or not. Well, unless Whitty himself exploded and he really didn't want that. He saw Rio trying to approach Megatron, presumably for a rap battle, the little guy going up to where Megatron had crashed and throwing out his signature V Pose - one of his taunts.

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Whitty couldn't help but facepalm at Rio's actions. Seriously? Just seriously? Does Rio have any idea at all about what's at stake? Granted, Whitty himself had no idea about tbe technology of their opponent but he sure as heck knew not to stand there and taunt like an idiot. He couldn't beleive he was going to do his next action. He thought Rio was a downright idiot and an annoyance to boot but leaving him to die would just prove Whitty to be no more than the doomsday weapon he was designed to be.

"Come on, you little idiot...you can rap battle someone else!!" the bomb bead huffed as he easily grabbed the smaller boy into his arms, throwing him over his shoulder.

"Beeeeep!!" Rio was now squirming about, kicking his feet around like a child who was jist taken away from the toy section of a store.

"And no!! You're not rap battling me again either!!" Whitty yelled as he quickly made a run for it while they had a chance. They'd best get as far as they can while Megatron was distracted. He couldn't help but glance around for that skeleton as well. Sans was just as annoying as Rio but Sans did just help save their butts as well.

* heya

Luckily, Sans had ported away and was just outside the building as Whitty forced Rio to come along with him out the door. The skeleton had his hands in his hoodie pockets, that permanent smile on his face. Oddly enough, Whitty was glad to see it, giving a nod toward their ally for helping them avert a crisis out there. Not that they were going to end up pulling into anything much better but maybe they'd have more of a chance to fight the next hostile thing they encounter...
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01:00 Hours, December 1st, 2552 (Military calendar)
Location: San Buena, California
Comms traffic spiked. The sounds of tinny, strangled robotic voices now picked up in volume also, only serving to signify that they were getting toward a rather fortified area at best. One klick out, and the impenetrable visage of a train station became visible over the gaps of hastily abandoned cars, endless roadway and desolate side shops and buildings. “Double-time it.”

The four SPARTANs picked up their speed, moving faster to the train station as they awaited the first contact to be picked up by their motion sensor, friend or foe.
 

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Three, Gregory, and Freddy all found themselves surrounded. The constant clanking of the bots feet against the steel floor made it incomprehensible how many there were out there. Hundreds? Thousands? They began to pluck apart the train, unscrewing seats and lifting them out of the doors. Three tried to think of a plan. Attacking them would be suicide, but running could also be a risky move. Gregory was more concerned for Freddy than anything, as he was the largest of the current trio. Freddy tried his best to stay low, but didn't know if he could squeeze himself enough to stay hidden. Not that it matters, their only spots to hide were slowly being taken away by the loudmouthed machines who kept yapping about bashing skulls and girl bots.

"What are we going to do?" Freddy asked, quietly.

"You can take kill these guys, right?" Gregory asked Three.

"Too many." Three said. "I sent a signal to my allies, but I don't know if they're going to arrive in time."

Gregory growled, watching as the feet of another bot passes by. As the three watched the bots to their thing, the bots suddenly stop, many of them looking outside. Three and Gregory seemed confused, before they, too, could hear the sound of helicopters flying by. Many of the bots run outside to get a look, an entire squadron of helicopters flying over the city. They, however, seem to fly by, as they were more focused on the giant blob. Three peaks out to see a good portion of them gone, she signals the other two to follow her. Gregory and Freddy get up from their positions and quickly make way to the closest exit. The three look up at the squadron, Three disappointed.

"Not our backup..." She said.

"We don't need it." Gregory said. "If we sneak away-"

"We need to wait for them." Three argued. "So we can get you out."

"We just met you." Gregory said. "How can we tell if you're actually trying to help us?"

"Uuuuhh, I saved you from those robots?" Three said. "Standing in a city that's being invaded by robots just to save you two? Good enough reasoning?"

"Nah, you forgot the part where I shoot your brains out."

The three turn to see a Scout-bot standing over the train, holding a gun toward them, many others climbing up to join it.

All the while, one rouge one ran toward Jackson, holding a wooden baseball bat. "Ayo, nice Cosplay, tons of fat!"

Indeed, trouble for this trio would just be getting started. Five Scout-bots had started frantically running down the same path as they did, smashing windows and trespassing on property as they insulted everything they saw. One turns to see them, and laughs. "Look at dat! More losers we can beat to a pulp!"

The five start laughing and cheering like children off to get ice cream, their once chaotic demeaner now turning into a group stride, all of them puffing themselves up to make themselves look bigger.

"Ayo! You seem to be a little lost there, Three Stooges. Need some pointers to the town of Hurtsville?"

U.C.A Watchtower: Unknown Time.
As the chaos unfolded within the watchtower, something began to make it's way into the computer. It seems whatever took Three's watch has implanted itself into CiMos, and began to tinker with the portal system. It also began to try to infiltrate into the cameras. CiMos began to notice this, and tried to fend of the software, this made evident with many windows popping up on screen. Something was trying to break into the security systems.

Pepperjack's voice came through the system to Balalaika. "Balalaika, this is Pepperjack. Is CiMos acting weird for you?"

It seems to fumble with the systems, a line of red code moving across the screen like a hoard of locusts. Portals began to open all over the place, all leading back to San Buena. One opened in front of Beckie, blocking her from view. Three opened around Magneto and Bayonetta, leading to the desolate island off the coast of the city. Multiple opened behind Balalaika, smoke coming from one as it opens near a burning building. One thing to note was the noticeable words that popped up here or there. All of which read one word.

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Balalaika squinted at her department's computer systems while trying several general overrides, but she didn't type any important passcodes. "Oh, shit..." Her head whipped around towards the network switch and printer, and she drew her handgun. She fired shots across the room, showers of sparks erupting from the pieces of equipment. Many of her subordinates jumped or hit the floor, dropping everything they were holding. "Well, I secured the intel department's systems." She did, in the most Soviet way possible. With their computers cut off from the network, it would be more difficult for Berserk to gather intel on what the UCA knows. "Call Stark, unplug all intel servers, and air-gap the network, right now. Gentlemen, we're doing this all by memory. Let's test what you know."

Many of Balalaika’s intel officers gave her a wary stare as she placed the gun on her desk. She lit a cigar and looked up, taking notice. "Don't act like you all weren't tempted to shoot that printer... NOW SHAG!" Immediately, they started running upon her issuing the harsh command.

Having heard the gunshots over the still-open comms, Magneto backed off from Bayonetta. "How simple, using guns to fight what you cannot shoot. What you need are electromagnetic pulses, so you can disrupt all functions and render the virus useless."

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HUNK dipped into an alley as the swarm of scout bots filed out of the train station after the helicopters. His cloak was still up, but running out of power fast. He needed to hurry. Wasting no time, he slipped past the rowdy bunch and rushed inside. Fireteam Maverick's motion sensors likely picked up his signature, and he turned to signal to their gunship that he was friendly.

With the bots forming a firing squad for Three and the strangers under her care, the agent needed to act fast. He slid over by a column and prepared his TMP with the suppressor. A second later, quiet automatic gunfire erupted as he sprayed the most immediate threats. The heat from the bursts distorted the cloak around the gun and HUNK's hands, and he soon found the cloak dissipating, having been depleted. "Oldest trick in the book, rookie," he criticized Three. He left it at that, preparing for a fight instead. "Find some cover."

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Balalaika squinted at her department's computer systems while trying several general overrides, but she didn't type any important passcodes. "Oh, shit..." Her head whipped around towards the network switch and printer, and she drew her handgun. She fired shots across the room, showers of sparks erupting from the pieces of equipment. Many of her subordinates jumped or hit the floor, dropping everything they were holding. "Well, I secured the intel department's systems." She did, in the most Soviet way possible. With their computers cut off from the network, it would be more difficult for Berserk to gather intel on what the UCA knows. "Call Stark, unplug all intel servers, and air-gap the network, right now. Gentlemen, we're doing this all by memory. Let's test what you know."

Many of Balalaika’s intel officers gave her a wary stare as she placed the gun on her desk. She lit a cigar and looked up, taking notice. "Don't act like you all weren't tempted to shoot that printer... NOW SHAG!" Immediately, they started running upon her issuing the harsh command.

Having heard the gunshots over the still-open comms, Magneto backed off from Bayonetta. "How simple, using guns to fight what you cannot shoot. What you need are electromagnetic pulses, so you can disrupt all functions and render the virus useless."

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The Umbra Witch had been watching the prior events with a scornful smirk on her lips, her eyes flickering to the mutant overlord briefly. He certainly had a menacing air about him, but it wasn't anything she hadn't seen before.
Bayonetta strutted over to the Brotherhood leader, sending a teasing wink his way.

"I gotta say, that helmet really brings out the wrinkles in your face, you old geezer."
 

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Suddenly, Megatron rose back after being hit. Now that Sans ported away, he prepared to fight Liberty.
”Now with those gone… I’ll turn YOU into scrap!”
Now charging at the mech, Battle flail in hand again now, he swings it at Prime, aiming for the mech’s Torso.

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Liberty Prime unsuccessfully blocked the attack, but came back up with a powerful uppercut. Prime would also back up quickly to make way for a Mini-Nuke. He reached for a MN in the cage on his back and pulled one out, before yeeting it at Megatron.
"Die, Communists!"

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Getting hit by both the uppercut and Mini-Nuke, Megatron received some heavy damage. Sparks flew out of his chest. However, he had a idea.
“I’m not a “communist“, I am Megatron!”
Transforming into his jet mode, he flew straight towards Liberty, charging into him. Currently, Megatron is planning on ramming himself and Liberty Prime through a building.

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Whitty barely had time to catch his breath when he heard the sound of windows shattering near them. To be expected with the chaos going on around them but that was just too close for comfort. For once it seemed that Sans was in agreement with him for the skeleton also looked over. Rio, however, was too busy pouting about not being able to have a rap battle to fully notice the commotion. The little guy was also so reckless that he didn't care to hear it either.

You have got to be kidding me... was the only thought running through the bomb's mind when he saw 5 scout bots charging them. At least they didn't seem to be as big as Megatron and Liberty Prime were so they might have a chance to actually hold their ground this time. Not that Whitty really wanted to fight either. But it doesn't seem that they have any say in the matter. The way these bots were talking showed they were definately not looking to be allies.

* i have to say, your sense of humor is pretty lame. do you know any good puns? because i know a skeleTON of them, if you need pointers.

Sans's eye was glowing again, ready to summon one of those blasters again as he saw the scout bots charge at them. Of course, Rio was just beeping and booping, being of no help whatsoever. As the bots approached, Sans fired off another blaster shot. Whitty could swear that the skeleton was already starting to tire a bit, seeing small beads of sweat on the skeleton's head. Was Sans just not used to fighting? He did look like he was a bit of a lazybones. As much as Whitty was annoyed by the skeleton's lame sense of humor, he couldn't just let Sans end up killed out here. He glanced at the skeleton.

"Leave the rest of this to me. You hang back and make sure Mr. Wants To Rap Battle at a Totally Inappropriate Time doesn't get into trouble." Whitty commanded, gently pushing Sans toward Rio. Sans himself looked confused but just shrugged.

* alright then. who am i to refuse help? besides, fighting is a lot of hard work!

Whitty sighed as he let the blaster clear, his hands lighting up with fire. He had a feeling he might be a bit over his head here. 5 on 1 wasn't easy. But these 5 also looked horribly dumb and easily destroyed. He could take them out. Besides...he had to. He wasn't wanting to have one of their allies already tire out. And Rio was definately no help...
 

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