They're Here...

[Panther385]

Kiri recoiled, immensely surprised by her prey's turn of events. "Borg?! What the hell is that?!" She drew her tail around her and sprung into the air, opening her maw wide to let loose a torrent of blue flame onto the Borg. ~Panther! Something’s out here, they call themselves the Borg! Isn't this what you told me about?!~


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Before Panther could answer, ten drones appeared around her. Not bothering to shapeshift, she aimed her fist to slam one in the face.

Rai grunted, glaring at the nearest Borg to her. It's arm was completely robotic- which was what gave it away. The rest was female ettin. The alchemist clapped her hands together, transmuting her automail arm into a blade. She slashed towards to, attempting to cut the head off.

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Argyle bobbed his head. "Aye, aye. There's the Wilds, the Black Forest, the Northern Frontier, Dojopolis, the Norn Gardens- each have a population of their own, wark! Pick a place, and I'll take you there." The chocobo nodded again, blissfully unaware of the battle waging on...

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Kiba switched the computer off as soon as DP uttered his cry. "Certainly don't want to see that..." He muttered, scampering down the marble hallways of the Citadel. He reached up to a red lever and pulled it. It caused bells to ring and a siren to go off, also dropping a cover that concealed a keypad. The pokemon typed on it furiously, and the following message boomed throughout: Attention all Guardians; The Dojo is under attack. I repeat, the Dojo is under attack. Level 7 danger, this is not a drill. I repeat, this is NOT a drill.

He sped down the hallway and out the door- he wouldn't need a vehicle at the speed he was going, and he needed a little extra battling anyways. Thankfully, he snatched up a few potions and stashed them in his collar before he ran out. (Don't ask me how, he just does. )

[drlupinmario]

Sighing at the moon, Drlupinmario glumfully walks back to the training camp of his small milita. After a 20 minute walk to the base, He sits down on one of the logs and yells "Role Call" To his troops.

"Zak? Present. Pyro? Presant. RJ? Present.... Lt. Sherman? Presant. Pvt. Ryan? .... Uh... What happend to Pvt. Ryan?"

A nameless grendle* Steps up to answer his leaders question "I verymuch belive he went out to get firewood. He should have been back about 30 minutes ago."

Drlupinmario Sighs "I will try and contact him with the ol' Radio. The rest of you, Just run off to bed. Da'vit, Do I miss thoose days where we actually had a proper army..." Drlupinmario says as he dials a number into what looks like a large WW2 radio with a keypad on it....
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Meanwhile, At Elvis's house, The king has invited Chuck Norri-
We are very, Very sorry for theese interuptions....
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Somewhere near the meeting house, Behind a bush, Pvt. Ryan is... Dead. Apparently, He has a laser blast shot through his waist. His equipment is lying nearby, Still in working order.

Drlupinmario rudely yells into the radio "HEELLLLOOOOO??? Pvt. Ryan? I know you can hear this! I order you to come back to base this instant. If you take ANY longer, I will make you lose rations for A MONTH! You already lost them for a week asis! Hello? Helloooo?"

His radio is lying on the grass, With drlupinmario's voice yelling though it.
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* That one grendle would like to note that he is NOT Unnamed. His name is bob. But everyone calls him joey. Why?
Drlupinmario: Is your name Joey?
Bob: No!
Drlupinmario:Because Im going to call you SLOWIE JOEY!
Bob: Thats not my name.....!
Drlupinmario: I cant heaaarr you! Your talkin too slow! Heh heh heh...
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Suddenly, A counterstrike player bursts into Elvi-
Oh great, Now it has counterstrike in it too!

[The Borg]

The two Borg in the room with DP are a little startled, causing a slight hesitation in both of them. First, for the obvious reason that he'd charged immediately after their appearance. Second, and the main reason, was that the threat they'd detected from him had gone from 'minimal' to 'exponential'.

In the few seconds they waited for confirmation of what to do from the Collective, one of them is hit by the blade, it's shield flared up but offering no protection. The drone is knocked back, now dazed from the hit.

The second teleports away from the suddenly extremely dangerous threat, but reappears near Blackfoot and Ajax, needle-like projections sliding out, it makes to jab Blackfoot.
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Eight of the ten drones outside with Kiri feel their flesh sizzle and pop, and their mechanics begin to heat up to such a degree they start to melt. They would have died in agony, if the Collective hadn't allowed this. Instead they died in silence, their last thoughts briefly echoing around the Collective.

Eight out of the ten Borg that had teleported down fry, recon drone 465 and one of the others teleport away. The one left however, had teleported and reappeared next to the radio. It picks it up, sliding out it's projections as it does so. It then carefully injects several nanites inside the primitive device and teleports back to the Cube.
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The drone Panther had attacked inside is jarred by the hit, but it stands it's ground. Needlelike projections shoot out of it's wrist and it continues it's approach, raising it's weapon, as do the other Borg.

"You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile"

The Borg Ettin feels it's head separated from it's body, it dies quickly. The Borg parts of it's body cause it to breifly but violently spasm before it lies still. A drone of alien origin takes over the task that had been assigned the Ettin, but it fires on the human to weaken her.
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((We thought our Recon Drone was in Dojopolis Panther. Does your Avian mean Psychotopia?))
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~Individuals energy signature changed. Threat assessment review required... Completed. Threat assessment: threat: exponential. Individual species unknown. Individuals energy signature shows near perfection. We seek perfection~

[LordPsycho]

DP watched the target of his first blow fly backwards stunned, and went to attack his second target, only to see a green flash as the cyborg drone teleports.

DP barely turns in time to see two spikes jab in between two of the forming rock-plates on Blackfoot as he attempts to transform into his Gargoyle form.

Another green flash, and Blackfoot this time disappeared.

"Oh no you don't!" DP Yelled, and threw his blade like a spear at the remaining drone, while at the same time with his free hand pulling out Ben the Flamethrower.

[Swix]

Brock gulped as ten drones appeared around him and the ones he was seeking help from. He glanced down at his staff before raising it, holding it in both hands. As one Borg approached him with weapon drawn, he allowed to get closer...

Before it got too close, the ex-borg swung his staff at the drones head, his robotic arm bracing it so it hit with all the force possible. There was no way he was going to sit back and let them take another planet.

[Cirrial]

Meanwhile, in geostationary orbit above the Dojo, all is quiet onboard Station Zero.

Well, mostly quiet.

"ATTENTION, ALL PRESENT. THREAT LEVEL INFRARED. REPEAT. THREAT LEVEL INFRARED. DEFENSE SYSTEMS ONLINE."

Cirr runs into the control room, where a frantic Ak-sii is mumbling and smacking random controls with his claws.

"Cirr! I don't know what it is, but something horrible... something I do not dare to contemplate. Something akin to the Consumer, but more powerful! We have to do something!"

Cirr twitches. "Oh, not another hive mind!... You know how futile it is to attack them! For each member you kill, nothing happens! We're dead, Ak-sii! DEAD! EVERYONE! IT WAS NICE KNOWING YOU!"

Cirr gets whacked around the back of a head with a metal bar, wielded by Se-sii, who has just arrived in the room. Ak-sii moves away from the panel. "Cirr, you're the one with the blackbox. You're the one who can afford to die. We have to send you down there to do something. Anything. We'll back you up from orbit if we have to. Please... this isn't just about us. Long-range scanners show that they've already overwhelmed the majority of planet defenses."

Cirr, reeling a little from the impact, nods in perfect understanding. "Okay. Send the Avatar down with me."

Se-sii waves a claw, an old Saa-kru gesture of acknowledgement. "I prepared a drop-pod earlier with the Avatar in place. All it needs is you."

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About ten minutes later, an extremely loud shockwave and impact sound would boom across the lands of the Dojo, as a drop-pod containing Cirr and the spherical communications drone known as the Avatar crash lands into the Wilds. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it does not crash into anyone, friend or enemy.

With a loud hissing, the pod splits open, and Cirr stumbles out. "OW, MY HEAD. Owww... ow... We need to buy some sort of teleporter, I can't keep doing this whole smack-into-planet routine each time. Owwww."

He kneels down and carefully scoops out the untarnished white, shiny orb of the Avatar, resembling a metal eyeball. It whirrs, beeps, and starts to hover alongside him.

He stumbles haphazardly around, scanning his surroundings and analysing just exactly how screwed he is. He realises that he's in the open, next to a red-hot and crashed drop-pod that couldn't fail to draw attention, and arms his ion rifle.

[Jent]

*The bending brothers heard the message. All of the them bombard out the door.*


*Venom black lays in a burned out tree in the Black Forest. Sleeping.*


*A green warp portal opens directly above the Meeting house. Trace falling from it like usual.*

[GBE]

Collator turns and regards the alien life-form standing before him. "Interesting." As his scans begin, he finds it difficult to scan a drones mind for information. He needs the data on the prime drone, the king or the queen as the case may be. Deciding that hacking a drone is just as effective, if not more efficient that hacking via satellites, although this hack continues, he begins a third hack sequence, this one focussed on the drone.

"I will not cease. But you will help me learn." ~Uploading virus to remote drone. Activating hack sequence. Hack sequence commenced. Utilising collective mind connection. Hack amplifying.~
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On Au'Mauri's orders, Violet had begun to make a move for Ajaxon and Blackfoot, when one of the drones teleported to Blackfoot in an attempt to assimilate him. Not willing to let this happen, she had quite literally leapt with all the training she'd had at Blackfoot, held onto his shoulders just as Au'Mauri had thrown his blade at the drone. Now using her re-instated powers, she teleported Blackfoot to saftey in the realm of the Gods/ She'd probably broken several laws doing this, but if Au'Mauri himself had seen fit to partake in saving Blackstar from such a threat, then Blackstar was not safe.

Teleporting back, she ran over to Ajaxon who appeared to be rearing unhappily, and holding onto his muzzle trying to calm him down, teleported him to safety back to the Immortal Realm with Blackfoot. Not wanting to disappoint her Sensei, she teleports back to Blackstar. Picking up her cuddly toy, a bear of all things, her primary weapon, she launches it at one of the borg drones, the toy decidedly gaining the weight of a freight train as its trajectory is for impact with one of the drones.

Arnott is finding most of this increased activity a change from the mundane run of things. He runs over and leaps at one of the drones and begins to try and hug its face. As he does, he lifts a hand, now surgically gloved, which becomes etheral at will as he pokes it about in the borgs red sensor, "And now Dr. Arnott will be performing an eye examination, spirit style! Observe as he messes around with things he does not understand...."

[drlupinmario]

After 10 minutes of yelling in the radio, Drlupinmario gives it a rest, Assuming Pvt. Ryan is dead.

As Drlupinmario goes off to bed, 1 BorgNorn jumps in front of him
"Whoever the heck you are, Can you give it a rest?"

The borgnorn unemotionally replies with "We are borg. Resistance is..." before drlupinmario hits the borg on the head with his minigun.

~I must be seeing things. Im probobly just tired, and I am seeing things...~ the Grendle says to himself, When suddenly another one comes up....

"We are..." "Oh, Do you borgs ever shut the he** up?" He yells as he bashes the robotic brains of the Borg, Then rushes and flips the very loud alarms in his base...

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And then the great mighty poo drank Pea juice and...
Oi, Nuttah
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The alarm can be heard throuout the wilds. Its one of thoose loud, Airraid sirens.

[Panther385]

((Yes, sorry. >< ))


Kiri growled as she landed again on the ground, wings snapped back to her sides. She sat on haunches and peered into one of the windows of the Meeting House. ~Panther, what's going on in there?! I see fighting! And those things I just drove away....~ She fumed at the thought of her so-called prey having the ability to call upon others... Her train of thought was interrupted, thanks to a certain spectral feline arriving on a crimson gryphon. Xuxi's puppet skidded and stumbled as it attempted to stop on the ground, leaving said characters in a jumbled heap. ~Oh, and Xuxi is here.~


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Panther hissed as her hand throbbed from slamming the metal. "Okay, not one of your smartest ideas..." She mumbled, her forearm flattening into a medieval axe. She made an arc towards the approaching Borg, while the nearby alchemist dodged the oncoming fire.

Rai pressed her left hand against the wall- it glowed in a circle and instantly produced a long spear-type weapon. She twirled it in front of her then jabbed it forwards to the Borg.

[Cirrial]

After somehow recovering from the physical trauma of smacking into a hard body while inside a hard body at speeds that could kill a typical organism, Cirr walks purposefully.

He starts to head towards the source of the commotion - as far as he can identify. The gleaming white metal sphere of the Avatar next to him bobs up and down, occassionally babbling with a frantic discussion onboard Station Zero, many miles away.

Well, this all seems to be going according to... well, our lack of a plan.

He stops as movement catches his eyes. A surge of information flows through his mind. In under two seconds he has armed and aimed his ion rifle with deadly accuracy at... a moving blade of grass.

Wow, I guess I AM a little edgy today...

He laughs, a soft, short and hollow laugh, and then looks up.

To see a Borg drone right in front of him.

"AHHHH! DIE! DIE!"

He fires the armed ion rifle chaotically into the air around the drone, emitting straight blue-white beams of electrical energy.

[The Borg]

((We are appalled by your powerplaying Drlupinmario, but since we have a lot to do, and quite a lot of drones, we will let it slide.

Don't do it again

GBE: TheDarkPsycho said our drones tubules went in. As it is his character, we will leave whether or not our nanites are doing their work on his character up to him))

The drone that had gone for the gargoyle is squarely hit in the back by the Dark Psychos sword, stumbling forwards. It then found itself crushed against the wall by teddy bear that had somehow gained an extensive amount of weight. The bear crushed several of the drones internal organs and vital systems, a mixture of blood and mechanical fluid began oozing out of the impact crater and over the bear. The drones robotic eye blazes brightly before dimming and going out.

~Analysing. Threat assessment: Threat exponential. Two lifeforms signatures show perfection. Drone irreparably damaged, drone system functions terminated. Salvage operation commencin in five minutes~

The one that had been stunned from before regained it's composure and turned, to have a small rodent-type creature hug it's face and put it's hand inside it's robotic eye.

The drone raises it's weapon to carefully aim at Arnott, however the creatures messing about with it's parts caused it's optical sensors to malfunction and break, sparks began flying from it.

The Collective shut this drone down, it needed repairs and was in the area of greatest threat. It's eye dimmed, and it began to stoop over as it shut down, as though it was asleep on it's feet.

~Drone damaged by unknown lifeform. Drone shutdown sequence commencing... Completed. Drone damaged but repairs possible. Drone will be recovered in four point three five minutes~
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The drones in the room with Panther, Rai and Brock now all open fire. Their targets were resisting and it was therefore required they all be weakened first.

The Borg whom Panther had hit raised it's robotic arm to block the incoming axe hit. The Borg as a whole had now been attacked often enough by handheld weapons now to analyse and form countermeasures. Quickly adapting. It jabbed it's two tubules, the needle-like projections on the wrist not being used to block the axe, at the shapeshifter.

The alien drone the alchemist Rai was fighting got jabbed in a biological part of it's anatomy, and doubled over, dropping the weapon. Not out of pain, but because where she'd hit had caused that reflexive reaction.

The one she'd killed earlier disappeared in two bright green flashes as the Cube reclaimed it's own.

The drone who'd approached the Norn who called himself an ex-borg is hit squarely in the head, and jarred stumbles to the side. Part of it's head is now dented thanks to the arm of it's opponent also being robotic. Sparks begin to fly and fluid oozes out of the drones head, but it still had enough operating systems to function for a short while. This one raised it's arm and went to hit the ex-borg in the side.
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Recon Drone 465, the Fallow Norn paused. It was both considering information given to it by the avian creature and analysing data that had been sent to it.

"Psychotopia sounds like the best place to start"
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Before the drone in the Wilds, now in front of Cirr could open it's mouth to speak the robot avian had opened fire on it.

It stands and scans the weapon and the creature as blue energy bolts hit almost everywhere but at the target. However one of them does hit it's more biological arm, the drone begins to smoulder and overload at the amount of energy that had just hit it. It's data had, however already been sent.

Several more drones teleport down, six of them in total, and aim their own weapons.

"We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile"

They open fire.

~New lifeform detected. Scans indicate lifeform mostly robotic. Lifeform shows high aggression. Weakening required before assimilation~
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Two bright green flashes appear and envelop the two drones Drlupinmario had 'killed'. They were to be used for spare parts. Four others replace the two, aiming and firing their energy weapons.
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"You will cease"

The drone observing Collator, and sending it's own scans back to the Cube and the Queen residing within, raised it's weapon.

~Incoming hack attempt detected. Tracking source... Source found. Drone 948. Drone currently assessing bio-mechanical lifeform. Virus detected. Tracking source... Drone 948. Assessing options.... Options found. Security maximum. Encryption maximum. Options left: assimilate bio-mechanical lifeform. Disconnect drone. Options being implemeented~

The alien drone begins moving closer to Collator, assimilation tubules shot out of the wrist not holding the weapon.

"You will cease. You will be assimilated"

~Continuing to track primary hack... Hack re-routed through satellites. Targetting satellites... Targets confirmed. Opening fire... Targets destroyed. Continuing scans~

[Shaon]

((Gah, just read through all this.))

It was simply a horrible day.

A horrible, terrible day.

First it was raining cows on the way to work, not to mention milk.

And one was just nice enough, so polite, as to crush her umbrella, and cover her nice shirt with milk stains.

And then came the work itself.

She settled down in her usual chair, paying no attention to the multitude of screens surrounding her, most of them blank.

So she sipped her Kawhe, when one of the screens beeped.

Without looking up, she spoke.

"This is Anarchy, of the Master's Guild, how can I--

...Dau'Pay? What are you--"

"Sorry to bother you gentlemen, but they're here. The Borg have found Blackstar."

The vampire bat blinked. Borg? What?

As if he read her thoughts, he continued.

"I don't have long to explain; the Borg have one purpose: to consume. They are a militaristic expansionist type entity that exists under a single mind. I have seen them take over and 'assimilate' whole systems in a matter of days, and I'm talking Warp Portal level Civilizations! They are about as bad a news as I can give to you. "

Anarchy blinked again. That sounded bad.

"Uh... okay. I'll go notify the Masters."

And, shutting the commlink, she opened one to every master.

"This is Anarchy. We have a problem."

[Cirrial]

Cirr

Cirr holds fire and stares as six more of the cyborg entities approach. "Oh, no.. no! NO! YOU WON'T GET ME!"

He backs away quickly, firing haphazardly at the six, while anxiously turning his head to the Avatar. The only sound it made now was the gentle hum of its hover propulsion systems.

"Station Zero! This is an emergency! Station Zero, do you read me? STATION ZERO! DO SOMETHING! ANYTHING!"

The Avatar bobs up and down in an absolute lack of recognition. Merely a dumb terminal, its only response could come from the other end, onboard the orbital station.

No response comes.

I hope that silence is because they're scurrying around and sending me backup... and not because this wretched "Borg" got to them already.

He stops firing, and stares at one of the drones. "I'd like you all to know that if you even attempt to assimilate me into your collective, I have many self-destructive mechanisms that will activate soon after my individual mind is bypassed. They will destroy not only me but everything in the surrounding radius."

Hey, seems pretty plausible and threatening. Now, all I do is hope they believe that.

Station Zero

Ak-sii smacks a console a few dozen times, his eyes glowing an irritated scarlet. "Dammit, work already!"
Se-sii, leaning back on a counter, stares at the faulty console with hesitant mauve eyes. "That's the interface for the Avatar... what did you do to it?"

Ak-sii bows his head, staring at the floor. "I was trying to improve the signal quality and... uh... lost the signal altogether. I've been trying to restablish the signal, but there's some sort of electrical interference down there. Last time this happened was due to some sort of... er... matter transference beam. Relatively short-range teleportation."

Se-sii clicks her mandibles together softly, and taps her claws together. "So we've lost contact with Cirr when he most likely needed it the most. I'll save my strength and yell at you later. What's the last known position?"

"The deployment site. He could be miles away."

"I doubt that. Think logically. We're in orbit around the same planet, so time dilation doesn't apply too much. The disorientation of planetfall would mean any sane being wouldn't try to run or fly straight away. ...Send a pod down to the deployment site, he won't be far from there."

Ak-sii's attennae prick up, and his eyes flash yellow anxiously. "Who's going down there? All our defense systems can't be removed from the installation! I have to overlook the place! And Nu's still, ahem, resting from the last unsuccesful mission..."

Se-sii looks down to the floor. "I'm going, Ak. The four of us... we look out for each other. As you said, you need to operate the controls, and Nu's out of commission. And I'm not going to stand by and wring my claws while one of us is in mortal peril."

Ak-sii places a claw on his head. "Se... don't do this. Cirr has a blackbox, if he dies we can revive him. You don't. We can't-"

The two are interrupted by the sound of blaring sirens coming from all over the station. A computerised voice emanates from every speaker onboard the large installation. "Warning... Proximity sensors activated... Ident of triggers unknown... Detected vessel cubic in shape..."

Both Ak-sii and Se-sii's eyes glow red, the shade of red that represents a recognisable, almost universal Saa-kru emotion - fear.

"THEY'RE HERE! SE, THEY'RE HERE! THE HIVEMIND!"

[drlupinmario]

(WHAT POWERPLAYING... Never mind, Dont get me started... Anyways, Drlupinmario's Deity (Dont have a name for him) IS indeed in Drlupinmario... And sure as heck, He is very powerfull. Powerplay powerfull. But dont worry, I have quite a few RP limitations for him, Such as he only really shows up in him noticeably when his adrenalin is filled to capacity, It doesnt last forever, and the worst part is that when it DOES run out, Not only will drlupinmario be compleatly out of stamina, but also every scratch and scar the diety has taken during his small time of power over DLM is going to affect Drlupinmario... Only worse... )
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Of the two shots that are fired at him, Drlupinmario attempts to absorb both of them with his left arm, Knowing that at this range that the borgs prettymuch would have to be blind to miss such a close shot.

One of the corprals trys to rush the men out of the barracks. "Scramble! Scramble! We are under heavy fire! This is not a drill, I repeat this is NOT a drill... You dont belive me eh? Look outside if you must, But keep your head low!"