The Defenders IC Act Two: Nothing to Fear

"Exo, you're perceptive, but perhaps a little too self assured for your own good. None the less I look forward to working with you." This was honestly how she felt about him. Ketryn spoke up at this time and confirmed her assumption about her abilities. She compared the Yarksonian to herself. Similar but different. Jenny voiced her opinion of why the cyborg was here. "Your lack of experience is more than likely a contributing factor to you being selected. We seem to be taking a very broad approach."

When Athena gave more specifics on the Mimic, she was confident that they could beat them. It doesn't usually matter what my targets are made of with how much heat I pack. Other than that they can be identified as a Mimic even when in another form. That's all I need

She payed no heed to when Myre hit Exo, that kind on conflict was not an issue. In fact Jenny felt that it was deserved. When Exo countered with his wit Jenny faced the blue furred man and added playfully "I've come to the same conclusion."

Oh, not you too! Myre thought. Under his fur, Myre's cheeks blushed bright red, though Athena seemed relatively calm, as if she had no idea what was going on. She occupied herself with examining samples of the gasses found in Mimic death zones, her back facing the group. If her pixelation allowed her to, she would have been blushing just as brightly. What if they were right? What if Athena really did like Myre? Myre had always found Athena rather attractive in both appearance and personality, but there was no way he'd ever actually fall in love with her, would he? Either way, AIs had the feeling of sexual attraction removed from their personality matrixes when they're created, so love was completely impossible. Myre just decided to shrug the whole thing off and get back to work.

"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Myre said, directed towards both Jenny and Exo. "Anyways, so what's next? We can't exactly just sit around here all day and talk gossip!" 420, who had previously turned around so that the rest of the group couldn't see him laugh, turned back and addressed Myre.

"We're going to split our forces into three groups, one for each location which the Mimic have tentatively been identified. They have been detected on Europa, Mars, and Ceres, all three of which are bustling human colonies. In order to assure that we have a good amount of agents for each group, however, I wish to wait a few minutes for another few team members to wake up. So yes, Myre, for five minutes or so we are going to talk about you and your robot girlfriend".

"Actually, I'd rather talk about Jack right now." Exo stated, which was slightly out of character seeing as it had been given the perfect opportunity to troll Myre about the sensitive subject of his girlfriend being an AI. Which made the whole thing even more entertaining because of the opportunity of Siri jokes. But it abstained from making any clever jibes and instead asked;

"I understand that the IGIA wants a diverse group in this but there is still the question of out of all the people they could choose, why choose a quantum tunneling serial killer who was never apprehended for murdering not 10, but 28 people on earth alone. If anyone could be potentially influenced by my arch enemy, he could be used to devastating effect against the mission. And, we also have the question of, if, the IGIA was able to capture him for the fight against the mimics, then why were they not able to capture him previously? Unless they didn't want to catch a known serial killer."

Kraid silently listened to the information on the Mimics. Artillery, well if that is how Exo would classify him, then that was fine. Compared to what some of the other group members were carrying, he might as well have been packing around full size artillery anyway, not to mention his speed and strength. The part about the drone was rather incorrect however, but he decided not to point that out, they would see what he was later.
Then, Exo brought up the point about Jack. "Yes, please explain why there is a serial killer on the team. As he said earlier, there is nothing binding him to this group, so why should he help us at all? Why wouldn't he just quantum tunnel away?"

At the end of Kraid's last sentence, Jack perked up and his eyes widened angrily. Quantum tunnel... that robot just said quantum tunnel. Sure, the frog had said something about teleporting, but how did that robot know that Jack used quantum tunneling? He slowly inched his way to the center of the room, hating the fact that all the attention was on himself now. Jack hated being the center of attention when he was actually in the room. He much preferred being the talk of the papers to actually having a discussion about himself with people.

"'Ey you f*cking robot!" Jack sneered "I'll 'ave you-"

"Calm down, Jack." 420 interrupted rudely "It's not exactly difficult to figure out how you escaped all these years. Technically, Jack could run away at any moment due to his advanced technology. Hell, he could disappear right now, except for the fact that I'm here. I don't know why ADER decided that a time-traveling serial killer would be useful against a robot army, but they made the decision anyways. One of my many jobs here besides being the team leader is to keep an eye on Jack and use my abilities to keep him from running away. That's all I can tell you".

"I asked the same question earlier." Myre added "They gave me some bureaucratic bullsh*t answer".

“Well, it is my personal opinion that unless I fully understand why a potentially dangerous person is here and also how they are being kept here, that I will not associate myself with them for risk of endangering myself or others around me. I am not a solider, the IGIA and the ADER did not bring me in here for my ability to take orders or trust people’s word. That’s as good as an opinion until I’m presented with all the facts and evidence of those facts. I don’t trust opinions. Opinions are biased, because people are, and always are, biased. Therefore, any answers given as an opinion are flawed by nature. And I was brought into this operation because of my ability to find and eliminate or utilize flaws. So, I don’t take orders. Sorry, but I don’t. Orders come from people. People are flawed. Therefor the orders are flawed at some point in some way. So, I suggest you tell me exactly why and how you are keeping Jack here with no BS or I’ll find out anyway and you may not like how I go about that.”

Exo finished its little speech, looking expectantly at 420 with its arms crossed and its eyebrows raised, waiting for him to start explaining before it did.

The young creature on the table had been conscious for quite sometime, she just couldn't be bothered to open her eyes and sit up. For the past few minutes she had been observing the room without using her vision, just listening and smelling. From only using these two senses alone she could figure out quite a bit about the room and who was it in. She could fear the soft whirr of machinery and the high pitched buzz of lights. Her nose felt a bit tricked however. The room smelt very clean but the people in had so many different smells and sounds coming from them. Holding back a sigh the creature decided that she might as well sit up and see if her nose and ears told her correct information.

The creature named Roe quickly regretted opening her eyes and quickly shut them with a groan. It was too bright and white in that room for her liking.

But now she had revealed herself to be not dead. So anyone who had been looking at her would expect her to get up. She didn't know if anyone had indeed been watching her, since she hadn't given herself enough time to look around the room before shutting her eyes again. After giving herself a few seconds to recover from the sudden brightness she began to sit up, covering her eyes with one arm and leaning on her other.

Just as 420 went to open his mouth, he was saved by the elevator door sliding open. From out of the elevator came a man in a black suit, sunglasses disguising his eyes and a black fedora on his head. The man walked with a sort of swagger only used by government agents and James Bond. Immediately, Myre rolled his eyes and sighed audibly. Not this whackjob again.

"I'm sorry, Mr.Exo, but that is a matter of national security." the man said, pulling out his wallet and flashing a badge at 420 "My name is Mr.Q, and I have been sent here by the FBI to monitor this operation". 420 became furious at this point. The ADER and the FBI had always had a rivalry ever since the ADER was created 50 years before. Nothing pissed off an ADER agent more than an FBI agent trying to take over his job.

"I'm sorry, Mr.Q." 420 said, walking up to face Q aggressively "But this laboratory is only accessible to agents with Level 5 or higher security clearance. Exactly how did you get in here and why shouldn't I arrest you for breaking into a top-secret government laboratory? I suggest that you give me a pretty damned persuasive reason, sir, or else I will be forced to detain you". Mr.Q paused a moment, and then smirked, as if he found 420's outburst amusing.

"Calm down, Mr.Pryce." Q said, pushing past 420 "I'm sure that the president would love to have a meeting with you about this after we've all be converted into robots".

"The president, Mr.Q? Are you seriously going to convince me that the president gave you level 5 clearance into the ADER headquarters?"

"Yes I am. Now I suggest that you stop cutting me off, Mr.Pryce. From this moment on, this operation is officially being managed by the FBI. Any information regarding codename: Jack the Ripper is classified, Exo. Sorry".

"Well that's your mistake then." Exo retorted, not because it was pissed that Mr.Q was interfering with an IGIA and ADER operation, but because he was seriously convinced that a classified sticker meant anything to it. That he was convinced that the mere use of that vernacular would somehow magically keep it from figuring out exactly what that classified information was anyway. That was insulting on a personal level, and indicated a serious case of superiority complex. It didn't give a damn about what agency someone came from so long as they understood that if they wanted it involved with anything, that any and all information was entirely deducible and that it would be unearthed no matter if a sticker informing people it was classified was placed on it or no.

"Because there is no such thing as classified information in a flawed system. And you're biggest flaw is standing in this room. All the information I can possibly need is standing in front of me and all you need to do to be able read it is have the rare ability to not only see your surroundings but observe them. Something people are quickly loosing the ability to do."

It turned and looked Jack over from head to toe like it was doing a full body X-ray.

"For example, I can see from the way that Jack nervously grips his pocket watch every time he feels threatened, and that every time he does so is when he thinks he could possibly caught, apprehended or otherwise constrained, means that the pocket watch is either something that comforts him on a sentimental level or that its a trigger for something. More likely a combination of the two. So, old watch, owned by a possibly even older person who doesn't appear to be any older than possibly 48-50 mostly because of his beard and Victorian style clothing. Obviously he's used this watch frequently and he's quite a bit older than he appears. So, a time traveler, an alien and convicted murderer who has been able allude capture until now with no help from any ship of any kind. Well, that's quite impossible now isn't it. I mean, Jack isn't a time machine. Time machines are huge, solar system sized things that require a ton of computing power to even run. That would never fit on a person.

So, quantum tunneling time traveler. Quantum tunneling using quantum entanglement and wormholes only requires an anchor to link you to the time machine itself. Basically an object that is quantum entangled to a like object inside the time machine that always tells you where exactly that object is within the vast aria of space and time. Now, what kind of an object would you choose to serve that purpose if you were decently clever and had a rather poetically ironic sense of humor? A fobwatch. Why? Because back in Victorian times everyone had one, so it would never look out of place. It's poetically ironic because it calculated time, and is in a direct electronic link between here and a machine capable of manipulating the very thing it calculates. A logical choice for a murderer who enjoys writing books indirectly involving the people he killed as a clever little way of getting recognition for his work and proving to himself yet again that the world is populated by morons.

So, when I asked if 420 here would explain to me why and how Jack is here and is being kept here it was merely a formality because I was going to tell everyone here the very same thing anyway.

The only logical explanation of all the fact is as follows; Jack is here so the IGIA, the ADER, and the FBI can keep an eye on him. Make sure he doesn't come into contact with certain other people. And if possible kill him off so you don't have to worry about him escaping from your prisons or being converted into a mimic and giving them access to that fobwatch. Because you know your prisons aren't safe. You know he would escape. And you know he would be utilized to devastating effect by the person who helped him. So this, is the most logical solution to all your problems. In your opinion. And, for the sake of making my point perfectly clear; The only reason why Jack cannot escape is because of 420's ability to hack things. Including that fobwatch, that time machine and those nanobots in Jack's system. 420 can send Jack to the Jurassic if he chose to. He could also kill everyone in this room instantaneously by shutting off the drain option for the hawking radiation and exotic matter generated during the quantum tunneling process."

Kraid's sensitive auditory receptors picked up Roe's movement as she shifted, and he looked over in her direction. He continued listened to Exo's revelations about Jack and the nanobots. So perhaps that is how we were sedated. PERFORMING NANOCLEANSING PROTOCOLS. Kraid's cell/nanobot healing system went to work on hunting down the foreign particles in his system, breaking them down and feeding them into his construction/conversion core, using them to build more biomechanical cells, and accelerating the process. This would explain why 420, or rather Mr. Pryce, seemed to calm when I threatened him. he thought. "I hate to interrupt, but one of the beings over there, the human/animal hybrid seems to be awake." he said, then continued monitoring for any other beings waking up.

Ketryn cleared her fake throat (by now you should realize its a habit of hers) as she walked up to 420 and Mr. Q. "Either way from the sound of the current situation as much help as possible is needed. Whether or not it is agreed with doesn't matter. So I look forward to working with you, Mr. Q," Ketryn respectively said. She was mainly just saying so out of politeness and to avoid any disagreements, considering this Mr. Q character seemed hard to trust, just like many in the room. Ketryn looked at Exo as it explained Jack's actions an the reasons for his presence.

It also confirmed her belief that all of them could easily be killed by this agency. Oh, joy. Ketryn looked around the room at every living being before focussing her eyes on 420. To think he could get rid of her in just a single click of he button. Maybe less. Ketryn felt anxiety rise in her mid but pushed it away. As long as she behaved or whatever she would be fine.

It was then Kraid pointed out the creature that was waking up. Ketryn turne to face it, saying nothing but moreso waiting for one of the leaders- which seemed to be 420, Myre, Athena, and maybe even Mr. Q- to speak up.

Jack stared at Exo the entire time that he spoke with an incredulously guilty grin on his face, as if he were a kindergartner who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Jack had been committing crimes across time and space for 270 years, and nobody had ever been able to tell him all of that. Finally, after 270 years, Jack had found someone who was actually a challenge to outwit.

"Now I LIKE this bloke!" Jack said, clapping a fim hand on Exo's right shoulder "How in God's name did you do that?"

"To this day, I still don't know how he does it." Myre mused, sitting on an empty bed "I still think he's psychic or something from time to time". Mr.Q turned to Ketryn, and shook her hand politely.

"Okay good. So at least someone here doesn't want to kill me." he said, then turning his head to Roe "Long story short, we're about to fight an army of indestructible shapeshifting robots. I'll have Athena give you the whole speech while we're en route to Ceres. I want you and Ketryn on my team". 420 steamed angrily for a moment, his arms crossed about his chest like a toddler.

"Fine then." 420 said after a moment "I'll take Kraid and Jack with me to Mars. I wanna keep a close eye on you, Jack. Myre, Exo, and Jenny, you guys head to Europa. I think you three would be best suited for that assignment. I hope you're ready to get wet and cold". With that, 420 turned on his heel towards the back of the room, Jack in hot pursuit.

"Everyone follow me into the next room." he said.

As everyone followed 420 Exo looked from Myre to Jack skeptically as if unaware as to why didn't understand how it knew what was to it blindingly obvious.

"I said I could tell that he was a quantum tunneling time traveler because he kept fingering his old fobwatch. Its not that big of a leap. I mean, the only other option is that he's sentimental towards an old family heirloom and he's hardly the type. How is that hard to figure out? 1+2=3."

It had never been able to wrap its mind around how regular people thought, aside from in a theoretical sense used only to predict their behavior. And how anyone could have trouble understanding something as simplistic as Jack the Ripper being a quantum tunneling serial killer based on him fingering a old fobwatch was beyond it.

Jenny listed to the debate about the serial killer. She didn't say anything, expecting any point she might have brought up to be covered. In the end it was like she expected, Jack was here to stay like it or not. So long as he isn't on my squad. The two didn't need to have a conversation for her to realize the likelihood of them cooperating was slim.

Their conversation was cut of by a suited man exiting the elevator. He introduced himself as Mr. Q and said he was with the FBI. Jenny was wary of the man. She never liked being given a babysitter from higher up. But in this case it wasn't her operation. Who knows he may turn out to be an asset. She reconsidered realizing that she would be more familiar with his methods.

Jenny simply turned her head at Kraid's mention of more members waking up. She completely lost interest when the first teams were announced. "I assume we're gearing up since we are on such a strict time frame, I'm sure your aware of my equipment requirements." This was directed at 420 before she started to tail behind him.

Ketryn nodded as the teams were announced. She was to be with the two newer arrivals. Though almost everyone in the room was "new," she still felt nervous about it. Ketryn stayed quiet, nontheless, and followed 420. When Jenny mentioned weapons Ketryn's idea of which weapon to use was a no-brainer. Considering she hadn't used many weapons in her lifetime, there was only one she was familiar with. A glock 20. Her dad had used the gun when he was on the yarksonian police force at another planet. Many yarksonian weapons were imports, so that's why it is a human weapon. Ketryn decided that if they were leaving to get suited up for the mission that she would ask about it.

"If we are choosing weapons, I would like to ask if you have any Glock 20s."

"Is that a joke?" 420 said to Ketryn as he placed his hand on the scanner adjacent to the door. The white metal door slid open seamlessly, and 420 stepped into a massive room. It was an armory, nearly twice the length of the last room and lined wall-to-wall with weapons and gadgets of every make and model from almost every known alien race. The room was two stories tall, with a second row of weapons above which could be seen from the metal grate that made up the second level's floor. He began to walk down the hallway and spoke as he went.

"As you can see, the stereotype about Americans being trigger-happy gun lovers is true. You will find pretty much every make and model of every weapon made in the last fifty years from several different alien empires from several different alternate universes. Basically, if it exists and it blows sh*t up, it's in this room. There's armor and shield on the second floor too, as well as an arrangement of useful gadgets. Now have at it". He stepped to the side and allowed his soldiers to select their weapons. Mr.Q, looked around at the weapons, and then at 420, who had a rather smug grin on his face.

"Um, good...work, I guess." Mr.Q said, rather shocked at the enormous weapons cache. "I...did not expect this".

"No sir you did not." 420 replied smugly.

Ketryn may have shown no signs of surprise, but she was. She slowly walked into the room, looking around by spinning in a circle. She had never seen so many weapons. Ketryn turned to 420, unable to smile though she would have if possible. "I suppose it was a joke. This is a surprise I was not expecting, but I find it rather amusing for some reason." Ketry found it amusing mostly because she hadn't been expecting the large armory, which now made her feel stupid. Obviously they were prepared with weapons.

Ketryn scanned the room, quickly pinpointing her weapon of choice even among the large array of weapons. So many weapons were probably so much better, but she preferred this weapon. Ketryn weighed the Glock 20, a sense of nostalgia coming over her, which was strange considering it was just an ordinary gun. Ketryn mainly felt this because she remembered her dad by touching the weapon, somehow.

Ketryn grabbed one more Glock 20 and headed upstairs, grabbing two holders for the guns from the armor area and placed the said equipment on. She then walked downstairs and turned to 420, pleased. "I have chosen my weapons," was all she said. She was new at this and didn't know what else to do. She didn't care about armor or gadgets or any other weapon- just the guns she had in her hands.

Jenny scanned the walls of armaments for a moment. Then she systematically picked out her gear in the most efficient manner possible. The synthetic took little time, unsurprisingly since she used the same equipment for almost every mission. It seems that IGIA knew this, because most of her weaponry was consolidated. She reached for her custom metal storm hand cannon. It was large and well polished, the barrel girth screamed overkill. Next she picked a sleek and modern looking sword, when she pressed a button on the side its blade became a blur. Before moving from the area she grabbed several boxes of specialized ammunition and one of grenades. Skipping over the other weapon types Jenny went straight to the heavy weapons. She grabbed an extremely long and heavy built rifle from the shelf. After shouldering it and looking through the scope, she turned tail. Her outstretched hand behind her somehow dislodged a canister of slugs, which snapped to her palm.

Jenny stood at attention before 420 and stated her other physical requirements as a question. "Stealth suits and replacement bodies? A repair unit if you're resourceful."

Roe's ears had pivoted around the room, listening to the other lifeforms mention her and try to quickly get her up to speed on the situation. "Industrutable shape shifting robots. Huh. That's not something you see everyday." She slid off the table she was on, dropping down a few inches. Her hooved feet clopping against the floor almost too loudly. She quickly followed behind the group, almost scared of being lost in the large white building. As the passed through the door Roe found herself trying to stay close to the man who mentioned having her on his team. He must be the leader along with that Ketryn chick or dude or whatever. Roe had yet to place names and faces together.

When they arrived in the weapons room Roe could feel her eyes widen with the same joy a child would have on their birthday. She clopped ahead of the group, turning in a circle to look at all the awesome weapons. She quickly located her weapon of choice, the chainsaw. She grinned, so many styles and sized. The one that truly caught her eye was white as the room she woke up in, with long red teeth. The also found the weapon slightly too high up on the wall for her to reach, even standing on the tips of her hooves.

As 420 called out the teams, Kraid looked over at Jack, wondering how this was going to turn out. While he was sure he would work fine with 420, both of them being of a military nature, he was unsure about Jack. I will have to watch him as well, I still do not trust him, and if he gets in my way, well then he'd better be a lot tougher than he looks. he thought. Then 420 went into another room, and Kraid followed. As Kraid followed them into the room, he took stock of all the weapons in the armory. Impressive, they are certainly well equipped, I just hope they have some raw materials so I can top off my projectile supply. Since he usually did not carry weapons apart from his onboard ones, he did not go to the weapon racks, but instead approached 420, "Do you happen to have a supply of tungsten and tantalum around here?" he asked "A supply of deuterium would also be nice, but otherwise I am ready." Meanwhile a notification appeared in his HUD NANOCLEANSING PROCESS COMPLETE-SYSTEM SECURE

Claymoor laid, or rather um, existed, on one of the tables that lined the length of the room, as a light blue blob that resembled an inside out opaque jellyfish. He had been taking longer to wake up because when the nanobots deactivated, he was still sleeping, dreaming about standing on a mountain of ice cream, when an impolite door decided it would open with the sound of whirring servomotors. Claymoor activated the optical cells in his 'eyes' and quickly lowered their sensitivity, the light in here was harsh, just about as harsh as he would soon be speaking to the door that had woken him.

He now formed into his favorite public appearance and stood up on top of the table and scanned the room for the offending door... Ah there it is. He jumped down from the table with a sound a bit like a blob of jello hitting the floor, and quickly made his way to the door. Claymoor realized that there were other people on the tables and scowled, he had been hoping that he could throw the door out the window without being seen, then he realized there were no windows. Eh oh well might as well see what is through the door. He saw a variety of beings in a room full of weapons he grinned wildly at the sight of all these destructive devises. Claymoor looked around for his usual armament and as he was looking he saw that some of the people were talking, but he could not hear them! Panic boiled inside him ,when he thought he had gone deaf, like liquid nitrogen in a room full of furnaces, then disappeared instantly as he remembered he had deactivated his auditory sensors as soon as he had heard the door open. Just as he located his favorite, super-sharp, sword he turned on his auditory sensors and walked over to the slot in which it was held and took it out he touched the ferro-fluid that coated the sides of the sword and felt an abnormally large shock as he did so, then he convulsed and hacked up a little metallic slug the size of a tiny pill. As the metallic object hit the floor it exploded into dust with a quiet poof. "you put nanobots in me?" he said to no one in particular. Then without waiting for an answer he located his plasma torch, rail gun and superglue.
He also grabbed a holster for both of his guns and a special magnetic scabbard to keep the sword from cutting through, and a 16 pack of mini laser grenades each one was about the size of a 5 year old's fist. Then he started to browse for a box of orange dreamsicles.

Randi was laying in wait listening to most of what was going on. He opened his eyes slowly when he was shure every on had left the room. Then he sat up and got his bearings the room smelled like that of a hospital, one he hated, and also the sents of the others that just left. He looked around getting a good look of the place and marked the location in his mind in case he neaded to return to see where that elevator went but for now he chose to stalk the group down the hallway.

As he came close he could smell gun powder lots of it. He now was nearing the group and droped to all fours and crept low along the ground as if stalking prey. Now behind the group he took a sniff and look and decided the satyr would be the most fun to mess with as he aproched he made sure to be very quiet he stood up slightly behind her and put his paw on her shoulder with a firm grip.

"So this must be the gun room huh? well looks like heaven to me!" he said as he then let out a howl in her ear.

As Exo entered the armory it seemed to be paying far more attention to the people gawking at the weapons than at the impressive collection of guns, WMD’s and oddball melee weapons mounted endless aisles of weapon racks.

“You lot are like children in a candy store.” Exo commented finding their various expressions highly amusing.

It looked selectively around the racks of weapons, disinterested in most of what was displayed, and eventually wandered off into a section populated mostly by EMP related weaponry. It scanned the aisle for something with a decent amount of ampage and eventually settled on a small hand held weapon closely resembling a staple gun with a long 6 inch piece of exposed metal running along the outward facing edge where the staples would have been fired from had it actually been what it looked like.

It removed the high powered taser from the display shelf and rotated a dial on the side of the handle to select the maximum amount of ampage possible as it wasn’t entirely sure how well insulated the nanobots that had been injected into its system were and it really didn’t want any of them still functional once it left for Europa lest someone figure out how to hack into them and activate them at exactly the wrong place at exactly the wrong time.

So, as uncomfortable as this was going to be it was an entirely necessary precaution.

Well, best get it over with then.

There was a loud electric ZAP that could be heard from across the weapons facility followed by the sound of someone smashing into a weapons rack and knocking about half the guns onto the floor as a result.

About 30 seconds later Exo picked itself up off the ground and had to untangle itself from a mass of copper wire that had come crashing down on top of it before it went anywhere which was a rather hard task when you were still twitching uncontrollably and had electricity arching comically in between the gills on the top of your head.

Roe hadn't been excepting the sudden appearance of the wolf. It wasn't like her to not hear or smell someone coming up behind her. Maybe she was just distracted by suddenly being thrown into the thick of things. All of a sudden she was being told she was enlisted in a small army to fight off a bunch of robots that might not be able to be destroyed. Roe jumped slightly, almost knocking into the wall of weapons, and then started tipping slightly on the tips of her hooves. She was able to quickly balance herself, trying to keep from glaring at the rather smelly creature. She didn't want to be the first to start a fight, in a weapon room of all things.

She put on an annoyed smirk. "Well obviously this is the weapon room. It's full of weapons and it's only been called the weapon room like a hundred times." She looked away from Randi towards the source of the large crashing sound, bursting out laughing.

Randi gave a wide smirk of satisfaction. His ears twictched suddely to the source of a faint clicky noise and looked in exo's direction just as he shocked himself and flew into a heap of weapons.
Then he joined Roe in a laugh before he decided to pick out a wepon.

"hmmm so many to chose from what to pick?"

He walked through and looked through a stack of wepons and picked up a 50. cal sniper rifle with stand, also it had a scope with three different lenses that you could switch beteewen x-ray, heat sig, and regular.

"Heh oh yeah this is defenatly mine" now that he had his long range weapon he needed to find something for close range. Perhaps a shotgun he continued to browse through the different sections RPG's, pistols, rifles wmd's, gerandes he stoped and looked again at the box and gave it a thought.

"hmm grenades could always be usefull" he then picked up a gernade belt and straped it on around his waist. Now where are those shotguns he thought to him self he turned a corner and there they were.

"Here we go" and he scrounged around till he found a nice beauty, a remington 870 with urbino stock, sidesaddle, and red dot sight.

"Heh heh I think im ready to go" he straped the rifle across his back while he carried the shotgun and walked back to the center and waited paitently for everyone to get done.