Team: FINALS! The Guardians vs The Corportation

[Shine]

"Hear my voice, listen to my voice, obey my voice, obey only my voice, my voice is your thought, my will is your will, you will do as I tell you...."

Having completed a thorough hypnotic instruction, Whiteoak needed to test out the suggestibility:

"Raise your right hand to your right ear, stick your finger into your ear and wiggle it."

In a moment, the membrane of the ear drum swelled inward with the change in air pressure, and then the whole area shook moderately, like a low magnitude earthquake.

"Very good, you can stop now" Whiteoak responded quickly.

"You are a good person, that was well done, you can withdraw your finger from your ear, but continue to listen to my voice, continue to obey my voice." the woodnorn went on.

Standing and walking over to enter the MAV, Whiteoak continued to talk with the body.

Entering the MAV, he continued, "Now I want you to fully extend your arm." he said, as he closed the hatch, and selected the MAV controls to make the vehicle clamp securely in place.

As he seat-belted himself into the driver's seat, he continued his instructions:
Now listen carefully and obey completely, you will enjoy this...

When I count to three you will whack the heal of your hand into your forehead very hard three times in a row. ONE, TWO, THREE,
WHACK
WHACK,
WHACK!"

Nearly instantaneously, the whole head shook violently, and then again, and then yet again.

The MAV was ripped loose from the canal floor, and slammed up against the side of the wall. However since it was soft tissue, no readings on the control panel were indicating any serious malfunction.

"Very good, you are very good, you may put your hand down now, and continue to listen to, and obey my voice."

Whiteoak climbed out of the hatch to inspect for any mechanical damage.

[Shadowveil]

As Rawlings' mech began spewing bullets, Sekhmet quickly activated her console's EMP cannon, intending to fire off a volley that would spell doom for the machine's electronics. She had fired only the first shot when her senses screamed of danger above.

Danger, incoming, THREAT!

Her eyes went wide, her ears flattened. Acting entirely on instinct, she threw her body sideways as Laur’s mech hurtled past. Losing her grip on the slippery wall, she tumbled after the mech.

Spreading out her ragged feathers to right herself as she fell she targeted the new threat and, with a furious snarl, let off a barrage of laser fire.

She landed on the cookie pile on all fours, the surface crumbling under the impact. Scrambling up the pile towards the stomach wall, she sought high ground and a better vantage point.

[Goron40]

Goron's sheilds glowed as he dove behind an upright cookie for shelter. Micheal's bullets walloped the cookie, but seemed to do little more than chip off some pieces.

"Sekhmet," Goron said, suprised as she landed nearby, "Nice of you to join me. Keep on your toes, these mechs are powerful."

Goron vanished behind the cookie's shadow. Where the light was coming from, Goron had no idea, but he was thankful he had somewhere to cover.

[Laur Doyle]

Laurs bright blue eyes seemed to darken momentarily as Sekhmet fired a barrage of lasers at her mech, the shots hit her armour plating, scorching it where they touched.

Laur activated the jets on the back, slowing her descent until the mech came to rest on a whole cookie close to the one on which Michael was floating.

Instead of wasting the surprise she had by talking, Laur focused her attention on the creature trying to scramble up higher.

Once Sekhmet was satisfactorily in her sights, Laur let loose a spray of machine gun fire at the feline creature.

[Shadowveil]

"Keep on your toes, these mechs are powerful."

"I noticed" she replied dryly, glancing back to see the meager damage her lasers had done to Laur’s mech.

She winced as Laur’s gunfire hit her shield, the bright light from glowing shrapnel and the shield itself stinging her eyes. Activating the overcharge on her laser cannon, she fired several powerful bolts, not at the mechs themselves, but at the acid lake below their cookie rafts.

The liquid flashed into steam, sending up a fountain of boiling acid and a mist of corrosive fumes. Not waiting to see what effect it had, Sekhmet dived behind the cookies. Her wrist console was beginning to overheat from the rough treatment, adding the aroma of frying snot to the already potent mix of smells in the stomach.

((Note to judges: Due to real-world commitments, this has to be my last post.))

[Till Doyle]

Till had spent several careful minutes trying to convert a little used program in one of his mech systems rather than starting from scratch in order to increase the chance he might succeed at creating an interface. However, he was distracted as he found himself being violently shaken by some unknown force. As the program was establinshing itself, by the third hit to the head, he'd learnt that the bodys owners hand had caused the unpleasant turbulance.

Slowly, functions were being learnt by the program, most of them useless. However, there was one he saw he might use to his advantage. In order to gain more clarity for transmissions, some of the neural clusters, teaming with energy, could be absorbed and used to directly enhance his broadcasting. This is something he was able to achieve quickly. Now with an improved signal, although, how improved it would be, he wasn't sure, he communicates with Laur and Micheal, "I advize zat you increaze yur oxygen input, and alzo increaze your air conditioning. I am looking at a vay to increaze ze stomach temperature."

With that, he begins searching for the stomach controls, and sending small pulses of neural commands towards it, the muscles around the stomach begin to contract and conulvse, as bile is slowly released from the pancreas, and reacting badly with the stomach acid. Acrid fumes begin to slowly fill the stomach, and the temperature increases only a a degree or two, as the muscles warm up and become heated, thus also causing the natural stomach acid to heat up, the perfect setting for the body to wretch and throw everything up.

Satisfied that the program is at least working to some extent, he attempts to locate the source of something that interefered with the brainwaves of the being, commanding it to harm itself in the first place. Getting frustrated, as the source escapes him, as no direct interface is being used, Till's mouth turns into a nasty snarl, as he increases the energy output for the scans.

[GBE]

Jho'Lhak managed to recieve the feelings of confusion as Shine encouraged the being to slap his palm against his own forehead. He even felt some of the distress caused by the beings stomach pains, but had no means to comfort the being. Contacting Shine, "Something is amiss with the beings stomach, have you anything that may sooth it a while?".

Concerned about Goron and Sekhmet, "What events transpire? I reccomend that you leave the stomach, as quickly as you possily can. Downwards would be my suggestion. I'll meet with you at the beginning of the intestinal tract, where there will be little room for such large mechs to manouvre easily..."

With that, he releases himself from the spine, and travels further down, carefully moving, as not to disrupt or damage anything. After a short free-fall, he comes to a halt, and proceeds around the spine, roughly below where the stomach is, and begins to make an arduous journey through the multitudes of thick muscle, knowing that the intestines would be easier to enter than the current excursion that he was on...

[Shine]

"OK," Whiteoak thought to himself "not too much damage. ?I wonder how the other guy fared?, not knowing it was coming, and not being prepared, It should have sent him flying."

The MAV had one of its rocket launchers and one of its two "magic" gun turrets that looked compromised.

Hurrying back into the MAV, Whiteoak pulled the data up on the screen from his scanner/detector "bugs". The body outline looked familiar, vaguely "Addman-esque". It worried him for a moment, the low intelligence and limited higher brain function was consistent with a muppet, but he was relieved when he realized, he saw no sign of "poly-fiberfill" stuffing. It was, most likely, not the real thing.

He also saw on the screen the metal and electrical signatures of the corporation's vehicles, and his own; and the smaller mass and lesser electrical outputs of his team members.

Ideas ran through his head, but his devious planning was interrupted by Jho'Lhak's voice in his ear:

"Something is amiss with the beings stomach, have you anything that may sooth it a while?".

Clicking over to the channel for the communicator on the aural nerve, he soothingly said:

"Hear my voice again; my thoughts are still your thoughts. I want you to imagine that you are seated in a very comfortable easy chair. You are enjoying a warm fresh sugar cookie, and a cool soothing glass of whole milk. Your stomach feels fine, especially after those Rolaids you took a few minutes ago. Everything is fine, life is good..."

"That should help" he reflected

Back to his plan; he pulled up the biological information to insure acceptable damage only.

"Well, it isn't going to talk again, and it may have significant memory loss, oh well, I really hope I'm right about this being an artificial being." He said to himself as he set the targeting.

Reaching out mentally, telepathically probing, and finding thoughts.
It had a distinct accent, and some of it was in a foreign language.

Readying the second weapon, Whiteoak telepathically urgently called out a mental distraction:

"Till, watch out, he's up above you!!!"

Then, immediately and in rapid sequence, with both hands, Whiteoak pushed the buttons to fire both the turbo laser cannon, and then following in the same hole, the "magic" gun, which he had set to produce a large caliber, deplete uranium/titanium alloy anti-tank shell, aimed straight at Till's vehicle.

The brain tissue proved to be significantly softer than Whiteoak had anticipated, and therefore much unanticipated brain damage had occurred, but it was all frontal cortex; brainstem and basic metabolism should be intact.

Both shots, however, continued on course towards their target.

[Micheal_Rawlings]

"Copy that, Till."

Mike set his mech to bombard the cookie Goron had hidden behind, then set to fiddling with his controls.

"Increase Oxygen generation by 150%..." Micheal mumbled to himself, "Boost the air conditioning..."

As Rawlings turned the knob to cool down the cockpit, several sparks flew from his dashboard.

"Damn."

Micheal's disapointment turned surprise when a small fire erupted from the sparks.

"I have a cabin fire here, give me a minute to put it out..." Micheal broadcasted to Till and Laur. The fire supression system in his mech activated, fully dousing both the fire and Micheal in fire-extinguisher quality chemicals.

"My air conditioner won't cool anymore," Micheal said, "I can't lower the temperature any further, but this should be sufficient. However, I am going to have to leave the stomach."

Rawlings swapped off the guns and picked up a rather large cookie, which he proceeded to fling at Goron's hiding place. Satisfied, Mike checked his scanners, then entered a nearby blood vessel, and proceeded towards the base of the spine.

[Goron40]

Goron poked his head out of the shadow realm near Sehkmet. She was out cold.

"Dammit, Sehkmet has succumb to the stomach acid fumes. She's unconscious."

Goron was about to flip her onto his shoulder and carry her away, when a whole mess of bullets and explosives began showering his hiding place. Cursing, he dove out of the line of fire, waiting for the bullets to stop. Goron poked his head out from behind the upright cookie to see enourmous mass of dough and chocolate fly from Micheal Rawlings.

It hurt. Alot.

And it was now crushing him. Goron lay in the stomach, sandwiched between two cookies, as the stomach fumes began to envelop him.

"Who would have thought it would end like this?" Goron muttered, "Fine, I guess we're even then, you vengeful chunk of sugary goodness! I couldn't help myself though. Your kind are just soooo chocolatey..."

((We went over the time limit a bit here. Anyways, the match is over.))