ReBoots in Disguise!
Sep. 13th, 2007 12:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
a1enzoEnzo really ought to be in sleep mode, but he's too fascinated by one of his gifts. It's easy enough for a sprite to find the indicated patterns in the lights on the ceiling, but he's much less clear on how, say, that group constitutes a dragon.
WARNING: INCOMING GAME. WARNING: INCOMING GAME.
Dude! This is the first Game since his birthday! And it's at night, too. What if everyone's asleep? What if no one makes it in? He can't know for sure. As a Guardian, he's obligated to enter that Game, by code and by duty.
Of course, he's out the window and halfway to the cube on his new boogie baud by the time he's finished thinking this...
WARNING: INCOMING GAME. WARNING: INCOMING GAME.
Dude! This is the first Game since his birthday! And it's at night, too. What if everyone's asleep? What if no one makes it in? He can't know for sure. As a Guardian, he's obligated to enter that Game, by code and by duty.
Of course, he's out the window and halfway to the cube on his new boogie baud by the time he's finished thinking this...
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:49 am (UTC)He's so much more mature since his birthday, isn't he?
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:53 am (UTC)In other words: this works, roll with it.
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Date: 2007-09-14 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-14 05:04 am (UTC)"Track, Rollover: Prepare for battle."
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Date: 2007-09-15 01:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-15 02:00 am (UTC)"Intruders! Alert, alert!" one of them yells.
Sound.WAV reacts quickly, pressing the play button on his chest. A high-pitched, near ultrasonic sound comes from his speakers. It doesn't do any real damage to the enemy, but it does seem to stun them for a few moments.
Just long enough to fire a few shots and take one of them out.
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Date: 2007-09-15 02:16 am (UTC)Rollover is having the worst of it. Apparently, robotic dogs have the same auditory sensitivity as regular dogs, relative to their humanoid counterparts. For a moment, he cringes and whines loudly.
But this is Frisket, and when he's in trouble, he doesn't cower. He lashes out. A bit haphazardly under the circumstances, but that's still enough to severely inconvenience the two remaining User-bots, who are now sporting major superficial damage. One has sparks spraying from the gap in his left shoulder joint.
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Date: 2007-09-15 02:41 am (UTC)He turns back to his companions. "Position compromised. Continue engagement of the enemy."
It's time to go for the leader.
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Date: 2007-09-15 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-15 03:04 am (UTC)This one is on his own, so Sound.WAV draws his blaster, ready to take him out quickly.
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-15 03:15 am (UTC)He presses the eject button, opening the compartment on his chest for Track to jump into.
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:17 am (UTC)"Now stun him."
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:23 am (UTC)"Objection: Isolated target."
It didn't seem necessary to use measures like that on a single enemy.
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-15 03:40 am (UTC)The enemy robot cringes in pain, stunned for the moment.
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:42 am (UTC)"That should do it," he declares, satisfied. "Go ahead."
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Date: 2007-09-15 03:47 am (UTC)He moves on down through the halls again, starting to realize his smaller companion's plan.