r/whowouldwin Nov 05 '22

Event Scramble 16 Round 3: Twister

EDIT: Round 3 has concluded! While there are no competitive rounds (and thus, no strict need for a voting form), we have put together a form to vote on your favorite round/who you think will win. Please check it out HERE!


Round 3: Twister


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DAY 5

The mission for today seems oddly easy for your Players. “Enter Tower Records. You have 8 hours. Fail, and face erasure.” They don’t wake up too far from the entrance, and the time limit is very generous. But hey, they’ve been fighting for their lives for a fair bit, so they’re glad to have something of a cakewalk to get to the next day.

That’s not what this is.

The Game Master has decided that the gloves are coming off now. They’ve set a simple task to their Reapers; eliminate every Player you can get your hands on. Not only that, but they’ve set up an ambush right in front of the one way to get to Tower Records, featuring some hand-picked assassins- the enemy team. For whatever reason, your Reaper can’t or doesn’t let your Players know- if they’re the Game Master (or even if not), they might have decided that your team has reached the end of their usefulness, or they could be trying to dodge the Game Master’s suspicion to avoid erasure themselves.

Whatever the case, as your team walks into the trap, they come across a lone Player, one who’s lost the rest of their team. Whether it’s because they’re still fighting, or because Players without a team can’t have gotten this far, your Players are tipped off- just in time for the enemy team to come in. To save their life, your Players form a pact with the solo Player, and prepare to face off in a battle for everyone’s second chance…


Scramble Rules

Let ‘Em Know Who You Are: Every participant this season received four characters on their team, but many of them might not be a household name. To aid with readability, please give a brief introduction and summary of your characters, with enough information so the average reader can get excited for your team before starting. That includes your adopted character this time, too!

This World Ends With You: Your writeup will depict a scenario where your team succeeds. Even if your team has a one in a million chance of overcoming the odds, show what they’d need to do to come out on top against the challenge in front of them!

Everybody Has Their Own World: Writers are allowed to make changes to their characters in their narrative to fit their story, such as allowing power stealers to gain more powers, teaching martial artists new techniques, or having characters gradually grow in strength between rounds. However, you are not beholden to following what your opponent is doing. When facing another team, you are only required to write their characters as they were submitted. This is to help with ease of research, and make things more fun for both sides.


Round Rules

Setting: This round’s original setting is Tower Records, an iconic music store that outlived its American main branch, located in the heart of Shibuya with shelves stocked with all the latest music, in CD or vinyl. The important parts of wherever the location is is that it’s recognizable by the members of the team, and it can be set up for an ambush. There’s also more than enough time for your team to mess around and do whatever their heart desires before going into the ambush, so you can include other locations as well.

Key Points: The main idea of the round is the following. The Game Master wants to eliminate a whole load of Players, and so sets up a seemingly-easy mission to keep the Players off guard. This gives your Players time to do things other than the mission, but when they do pursue the mission, they meet a lone Player, with whom they extend their pact to stay as a team. During this, they are ambushed, and have to fight against the enemy team for their lives.

Union X: Adoptions! That’s right, it’s the adoption round. We’ve decided to be pretty open about this; there are two possibilities for who you can adopt. The first is that any Player on a team that has already been eliminated is available to adopt. We have also curated a list of unpicked backups that you can choose from. All available adoptions are HERE, and be sure to look through to find someone you’ll enjoy writing.

Post Limit: For this round, writers will be limited to 8 posts, or 80k characters. While it is fine to go a little bit over, anything that far surpasses this limit will be automatically disqualified. This limit does not include intro posts, or analysis of the matchup.

Due Date: Writeups will be due at 11:59 PM CST on EDIT: Sunday, November 27th. That’s about two and a half weeks. At that point, the thread will be locked, and voting will go up for a few days afterwards.


Flavor Suggestions

Incongruous: Your team members might be suspicious of such an easy mission. After all, the people in charge of this don’t really want you to win, do they? Would they see this as a chance to take a break, and do things casually? Alternatively, would they rush headlong into the ambush the Game Master set up?

Dancer In The Street: Whoever you’re adopting, your team is going to be meeting them in a difficult situation, either in combat or just having come from it. But you can’t just sideline them, you’ve gotta make sure they shine! What do they bring to the table in terms of synergies? How do they fight when they’re backed into a corner? And importantly, how would your team react to finding someone on their own?

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u/Ultim8_Lifeform Nov 28 '22

As they talked, Revy and Ladd had been slowly progressing through the room, checking the various boxes and loose machines scattered throughout. Karma and Morgan continued to slink around the time machine, making sure to stay as silent as possible and remain out of sight. They matched each other’s gaze. Karma removed the pistol Morgan had given him from his waistband and gestured towards the secondary intruders, but Morgan shook her head.

Revy and Ladd had been waiting for the chance to invade ARIA’s base, and Morgan and Karma had let them in. Any way you looked at it, these two were killers, and taking them out now would be doing the world a service. Admittedly Karma didn’t really care about that as much as he just wanted to fight them, but still, the thought was there.

“Too risky,” Morgan whispered. “Let’s slip out the exit when their backs are turned.”

“And just let the borderline serial killers go about their business?” Karma asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I’m not gonna let you risk your life just to fight some other humans.” Morgan said a little bit louder. “Typhon and ARIA are enemies we don't have a choice but to fight, but fighting these people would just be reckless.”

Before they could continue the argument, the decision was made for them.

“Heh, hey Revy! Check out this thing!” Ladd’s voice was close enough to make Morgan jump in surprise. “Whaddya suppose it’s for?” “Beats me. What do batshit AI bitches usually do with satellites?”

“Hmm… I dunno. But I bet ARIA would be preeeeetty upset if we destroyed it.”

“Heh, that’s the first good thing to come outta your shit spewing mouth all day.”

Karma grinned, once again eyeing Morgan. Surely she wouldn’t let these idiots blow fill her precious time machine full of holes. She lowered her head and let out a deep sigh.

“Dammit.”

Karma moved, dashing around the corner of the time machine to meet the widening eyes of Ladd. Leaping forward, Karma delivered a swift roundhouse straight to Ladd’s jaw. Spit, slightly tainted with blood, spewed out of his mouth from the blow, peppering what remained of the white on his shoulder with red spots as he tumbled to the ground.

Morgan immediately followed up the attack with a shot from her GLOO cannon. The gelatinous white material engulfed Ladd’s hand and immediately expanded, trapping both his arm and the shotgun he held in place. Rather than look angry, Ladd’s expression transformed into an even wider grin.

“Finally,” He muttered excitedly. “Fresh meat…”

A quarter second after the words had left his lips, Revy was already in the process of drawing her pistols and pointing them at Karma and Morgan. Karma gave Morgan a push, the force generated narrowly knocking them both out of the way of the incoming torrent of gunfire. He rolled backwards, using the momentum of the push to position himself behind the contents of one of the many storage shelves.

“What the hell are a brat and an astronaut doing here!?” Revy shouted angrily, ducking behind cover of her own as Karma began returning fire. “Don’t tell me you guys are ARIA’s security team.”

“Nothing like that.” Karma chuckled. “I just can’t stand adults who think they can run around and do whatever they want without consequences. Plus you seem like good entertainment.”

“Oh I’ll do more than entertain you.”

A spray of bullets peppered the ground just to the right of where Karma was standing, tearing a hole in the pants of his school uniform that had somehow managed to survive this long. Karma’s grin shrank slightly. Had she moved positions already? Reaching inside one of the boxes that he was using for cover, he grabbed an expensive looking device and held it out in clear view. It was quickly shredded to bits, the glass and metal pieces falling in such a way that he could pinpoint where Revy had relocated: closer to the opposite side of the time machine.

“Hey Revy, I could use a hand!” Ladd said, pointing to the GLOO that was still pinning down both his weapon and one of his arms.

A single bang rang throughout the room, as Revy obliged his request, shattering the hardened material containing him with a single bullet.

“YEOW!” Ladd shouted in surprise. “Yep, you’re a firecracker alright!”

Karma couldn’t just let Ladd recover and even up the numbers again. However, when he reached around the corner of his cover, to finish him off, his arm was nearly blown away by a rain of gunfire from Revy. Like it or not, he was pinned down.

Ladd flexed his freed appendage with a grin before reaching down to retrieve his weapon. However, that expression quickly changed to one of confusion once he actually looked down, finding that not one but two shotguns laid beneath him. He hesitated for a moment but quickly opted to use the weapon nearest to him. Big mistake, as the instant he had pointed it in Karma’s direction, the shotgun shifted to a deep black color, transforming into one Morgan Yu primed to swing her wrench.

“What the-”

Ladd was once again conked on the head, this time leaving him lying motionless on the floor.

“Dammit, Ladd! You’re fucking useless!” Revy growled, reaching around the corner of the time machine and taking aim at Morgan.

She pulled the trigger. Luckily for Morgan, instead of a powerful bang the only sound that appeared was a pathetic click, signifying that Revy had run out of ammo. She cursed, ducking back behind her cover to reload. Karma had been keeping track of his own bullets, determining that he had two bullets left before he would need to follow suit.

“Karma, get ready!” Morgan shouted.

Karma knew that it would probably be smarter to reload, but his curiosity at what kind of crazy ability Morgan could incorporate into her apparent plan got the better of him. He jumped out from behind his own cover, stepping on the still limp body of Ladd and standing side by side with Morgan.

She raised an open handed glove in the direction of their. Karma watched in anticipation as the ground beneath Revy’s hiding spot began to emit a bright green glow. Suddenly, a spiral of energy blasted upwards, lifting both Revy and several nearby boxes almost five meters into the air. Revy floundered angrily, firing in seemingly random directions as she attempted and failed to get her bearings.

She was beaten, but still dangerous. Karma raised his silenced pistol in the air, ready to end the scuffle. It was a strange feeling. Karma had boasted that he would be ready to take a life at any given time, but he’d never actually done it. Even killing people who were clearly dangerous and likely deserved it like Revy and Ladd felt like it would be crossing some sort of line, as if any facsimile of his childhood innocence would disappear forever.

BANG!

Karma froze, widening his eyes in surprise at sharp noise that had been frighteningly close to his ears. The vortex that had been levitating Revy dissipated, allowing her and the various boxes it had been carrying to crash to the ground. Karma felt something pepper his cheek as a dull thud hit the ground to his left, confirming what Karma had already feared.

Karma hadn’t fired that shot.

He whipped his arm around, but it was halted in place as an overwhelming force grabbed his wrist. Karma winced as he felt his radius crack, along with some other bones in his wrist and hand. Physically unable to maintain his grip or pull the trigger, Karma dropped the pistol, which clacked off the ground. Despite the copious amount of blood running from his head wound and staining his collar, Ladd couldn’t look happier.

“Nice try slugger, but sometimes kids like you need to just sit back and let the adults have their fun!” Ladd grabbed Karma’s shoulder and kneed him square in the gut.

Karma fell to his hands and knees, the force of the blow causing his eyes to water and sending bile up his esophagus and into his mouth. He felt a strange wetness on his palms. Opening his eyes, he was filled with disgust to find that he had landed in a puddle of a sickly red liquid. This was of course, the blood leaking from the stump that Ladd’s shotgun had reduced Morgan’s head to.

“Yep. Life’s a fickle thing, ain’t it?” Ladd said calmly. “One minute you’re on top of the world, thinking nothing can take you down, and then BANG! Shotgun to the head!”

Karma crawled over to Morgan’s body, throwing himself over it.

“Most folks tend to think they’re invincible. Sure, bad things happen to people all the time, but there’s no way they could ever die horrible deaths. They’re normal people.” He grabbed a fistful of Karma’s hair and lifted him into the air. “And let met tell ya, squirt. Nothin’ gets me going like givin’ those people a heaping dose of reality.”

“Well… sorry to disappoint.” Karma coughed, flashing Ladd his best attempt at a casual expression despite the unbearable pain he was in. “But I’m not afraid to die.”

“Is that right…?” Ladd asked, clearly not buying Karma’s claim. “I’ve seen the eyes of someone who’s ready to die. Why do you think I haven’t shot a hole in my partner over there?”

“Bite me!” Revy shouted, finally recovering from Morgan’s levitation trick.

“See, she’s kinda like the typhon in a way. Hunters that have accepted the fact that they might be prey one day. You put a gun barrel between their eyes, or a knife to their neck, sure they’ll keep fighting, but there’s no fear. Do you understand why this is such an important moment for me, kid? I’ve killed so many things in the past few days and none of them have given me the look I’m looking for.”

Karma felt the tip of something sharp poking into his neck. Likely some kind of pocket knife. Instinctively, Karma’s eyes narrowed and his lips quivered.

“That’s it!” Ladd laughed. “That’s the look!”

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u/Ultim8_Lifeform Nov 28 '22

Ladd began applying pressure, his knife managing to draw blood from Karma’s neck. However, before he could finish Karma off, a mechanical whir filled the room. Karma and Ladd both turned their heads towards the source of the noise, with Ladd himself letting out an audible gasp.

Standing in the doorway to the storage room, casting a long shadow over them, was a hulking mass of black metal. It had the build of a muscular man, with a bulking chest and slim arms that all sported various connecting tubes and wires. It had glowing red eyes in the middle of its slim head, with an orange plume similar to what a knight’s helmet would have extended out of the back of its head.

The robot brandished two sets of glowing blades that extended out of the back of its arms. “YOU ARE TRESPASSING ON PRIVATE ULTRATECH PROPERTY. DO NOT MOVE, AND PREPARE TO BE ELIMINATED.”



HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!

The Heavy Assault Cyborg, Fulgore Mk III

Guest | Killer Instinct | Respect Thread | Theme

Bio: Fulgore units are Ultratech’s attempt at making a proper cybernetic super soldier. The original model was enlisted in the first Killer Instinct tournament to show its superiority to human fighters, but it was defeated. After several additional units and upgrades (including implanting it with the memories of a kidnapped ex-Killer Instinct champion), Ultratech unveiled the Mk III model. It was so effective that they mass produced it, employing the use of the Mk III as soldiers and a guardforce.

Abilities: Fulgore units are extremely cable in hand to hand combat, but are are even more dangerous when their numberous weapons and gadgets are taken into account. Their primary weapons are their wrist mounted plasma blades, but they have also been shown to fire lasers from their eyes, negate attacks with a reflective barrier, short ranged teleportation abilities, and a cloaking device that renders them nigh invisible.



“Oh fuck me! Ladd, we need to get the hell outta here!” Revy shouted, unleashing fire towards the machine.

Due to the nature of being metal, none of Revy’s shots had any effect on the robot. It let out an almost furious sounding whir and charged forward, ready to skewer them with its blades. Ladd let out a chuckle, switching his grip on Karma and lifting the boy with ease.

“Sorry kid, but I guess we’re gonna have to cut this short!” Ladd threw Karma towards the robot, which was raising its arm to slash.

Well Mr. Kyoma, let’s hope that machine of yours works.

Karma closed his eyes as his body flew straight into the robot’s blades, slicing him in two. Gunfire continued to ring out throughout the storage room, as the blood from Morgan’s corpse surrounded the open cell phone that Karma had stolen from her before Ladd grabbed him. He had managed to make a call, and Okabe had been listening for the past minute and seventeen seconds.


2014.04.10 13:22:23:89

“Sorry kid, but I guess we’re gonna have to cut this short!”

The original Future Gadget Laboratory trio sat there in stupefied silence. After receiving the phone call from the phone Okabe had lent to Morgan, Kurisu had turned on her own cell’s speaker and placed it on her workbench next to the Time Leap Machine. This allowed them all to hear the tragic fate of their comrades unfolding before them. The curses, gunfire, and angry mechanical whirring continued for another half a minute, but eventually they were replaced by total, deafening silence. Kurisu was covering her mouth in shock, while Daru stood there with his mouth agape.

“They’re dead…” Daru murmured. “They’re really freaking dead, man! What the hell!”

Okabe simply sat there, his brain unable to process the reality of their situation. This wasn’t real, how could it be? The superpowered time traveler and the kid that could have beaten up himself, Daru and Kurisu at once had been so full of life nearly an hour ago. And now they’d been cut down, not by the typhon, not by ARIA, but by total strangers?

He had almost gotten used to their situation, trapped in this deadly tournament. Pretending that his fellow lab members could overcome any obstacle, no matter the danger, is what had allowed him to stay sane through the nightmarish events of the past few days. However, ignoring reality didn’t make it any less real. Any of them, no matter the skill or ability, could perish at any moment.

“Okabe!” Kursiu shouted loudly.

His eyes focused on the red head, her voice snatching him from his near panic attack and bringing him back down to Earth. She looked worried. Had she been calling out to him for long?

“Y-Yeah?” Okabe stammered, his body still shaking uncontrollably and his heartbeat going even more berserk.

“I need you to calm down and tell me that you’re okay.”

“I’m okay. I’m okay…” He lied, grabbing her shoulders and looking dead in the eyes. “I need you to get the Time Leap Machine! Get it ready right now!”

She hesitated for a moment, likely due to his sudden burst of intensity, but after a few seconds nodded and began rapidly turning the dials on the newly completed device. Okabe practically threw himself into the chair next to her, placing the ordinary looking headset that was meant to record his brainwaves. In other words, it would scan the memories that would be sent back in time.

“Booting up the system. 60 seconds to activate.” Kurisu said, the panic in her tone being replaced with that of an analytical scientist.

Okabe sighed and closed his eyes, psyching himself up for the leap. He was about to make history. The first person to travel through time… at least from a chronological standpoint. He should have felt overjoyed, and yet the moment was tainted by circumstance. He just hoped it would work.


2014.04.10 13:24:55:03

WARNING! SIGNIFICANT GRAVITATIONAL ANOMALY DETECTED!
…

WARNING! SIGNIFICANT GRAVITATIONAL ANOMALY DETECTED!
…

Another set of alerts? Today was seemingly a day of abnormalities. Of course, Killer Instinct was nearly halfway completed, and ARIA’s prediction models had accounted for something of this nature to happen by now. It was likely not something she needed to concern herself with while the day’s challenge was underway, but with her frame’s processing speed, she could spare a few nanoseconds.

In an instant she had scanned the reports. An instant later she was revving up her engines, her GPS calculating a route to a set of coordinates roughly half a mile away. She recognized the data within these reports. It was nearly identical to what she had analyzed upon her reawakening approximately 3 years ago.

It indicated that space-time was being distorted once again.


2014.04.10 13:25:27:96

“20 seconds.” Said Kurisu, her fingers hovering centimeters from the Time Leap Machine’s activation button.

“Okabe,” Daru said, practically sweating buckets. “Are you sure-”

“IT’S KYOMA!” Okabe shouted, clenching his fists so hard that his knuckles had turned white. “Hououin Kyoma, the supreme mad scientist! I am the man who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals, including subjugating time itself! If our destiny is to fall to ARIA’s twisted games, then I will reject that destiny!”

Moments passed, Daru and Okabe met each other’s gaze. Okabe was obviously putting on a brave face for his fellow Lab Members, probably not fooling any of them. Truthfully, he was terrified at what might happen, but it needed to be done.

“10 seconds.” Kurisu said.

“R-Right. Well, give ‘em hell for us, Kyoma.” Daru forced a grin, for which Okabe was grateful.

“5... 4… 3-”

CRASH!

Okabe whirled his head to the right, where a gaping hole had been blasted in the wall of their second story apartment. Hovering immediately outside the new entrance, a feminine entity comprised yellow metal with blue accents stared at them with glowing, emotionless eyes. Okabe had never seen her before, but it was obvious who this robot was.

ARIA had found them.

“I cannot allow any more temporal alterations.” She said coldly.

The next half second felt like it occurred in slow motion. ARIA spread her arms outward, a glowing light emitting from her chest piece. Her body was aimed directly towards the Time Leap Machine, and by proxy, Kurisu. Okabe dived forward, extending his arm to push his assistant out of the way. However, he was two slow. ARIA fired a blast the instant that Kurisu’s finger pressed the activation button.

The world around him went black.

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u/Ultim8_Lifeform Nov 28 '22

…Did it work?

Okabe groaned, a piercing headache making him feel like he’d left part of his brain back at the lab. He had a feeling that opening his eyes would only serve to make the pain worse, but it was either that or pass out again. After a few moments of psyching himself up, Okabe’s eyes fluttered open.

He was laying on his back on the edge of an open, grassy field below a brilliant blue sky. Luckily, a twisted tree branch had extended just outward enough to prevent his eyes from being stabbed by the sun’s rays. He looked around, but found only the quiet forest ambience and a cool breeze blowing against his face to keep him company.

His hand moved to grab his cell phone from the pocket of his lab coat. If nothing else, he could at least determine if the Time Leap Machine succeeded in sending him to the past. However, when the hand reached his side, he not only found no cell phone, but no lab coat at all. Rising to his feet, gave himself a onceover.

“What the devil…” Okabe murmured, perplexed to find that his outfit didn’t resemble anything he had ever worn in the past.

It appeared to be some kind of European renaissance garb, but he’d never seen any Akihabara cosplayer interested in this kind of… style. A bright blue vest, matching slacks, and an undershirt with sleeves wide enough to fit four arms through. What kind of material was this, cotton?

Before he had time to think about it further, his attention was taken by the sound of voices in the distance. He turned around, facing away from the field and into the forest and listening intently. He couldn’t comprehend what was being said, but the voices were undeniably human. After days of falling asleep to the sounds of deadly typhon, that was good enough for him.

Had the Time Leap Machine activated? Or had ARIA destroyed it in time and taken him here for some reason? What of Kurisu and Daru? He took off into the forest with worry on his mind, praying to find some hint of what had happened.

It wasn’t long before he found the source of the voices. Before him, a sizable barrier spread out in either direction constructed of several story tall logs, the tops of which had been sharpened into intimidating points. The only entrance was a gate immediately in front of him, the fact that it was wide open seemingly contradicting the spikes that the wall itself was built from.

Beyond the entrance, Okabe was surprised to see a small town, with nothing more than a dozen small, wooden buildings. Despite the humble size of the town itself, its streets were filled to the brim with people scurrying about, all of them dressed in similar bizarre outfits as him. They seemed to be flocking towards a giant ship, which was docked at a laughably insufficiently sized port on the far side of the town. Beyond that, there was nothing but an infinite expanse of bright blue water. Okabe stood with his mouth agape. Was he truly still in Akihabara? Or even Japan?

He had barely made it five meters into town when a strong hand grabbed his shoulder and yanked him to the side. Okabe’s eyes widened in surprise to find a man in a giant, wide-brimmed hat and an impressively bushy mustache staring at him with a furious expression. The man began to shout at him, occasionally pointing towards the ship that had been docked at the port, but for some reason, Okabe couldn’t understand a word he was saying. It was like he was speaking in another language.

Okabe could do nothing but look at the man with a confused expression, but the man didn’t seem to notice. After nearly a minute of yelling, the man rolled his eyes and gave Okabe a shove down the street. Okabe was shocked that the dinky brown shoes his outfit had come with hadn’t caused him to trip over himself. He turned around, planning to give the man an apologetic look, but before he could something caught his eye.

He now stood next to the window of one of the crude buildings. The glass was covered in dirt and grime, but it was still possible to see his reflection in the smooth material’s surface. But something wasn’t right. In the reflection, the space where he was standing was occupied by someone else. It was a young man with brown hair instead of Okabe’s black, and instead of an upstanding Japanese citizen, this fellow’s skin was shockingly white. Was it an illusion, perhaps this man was simply standing on the other side of the window? However, when Okabe raised his right hand in the air, the other man did the exact same.

Suddenly, that same piercing headache as before returned, causing him to fall to his knees from the pain. He held onto his forehead as several images flashed in his mind. There was a smiling elderly couple, a serious looking man with an eyepatch, and even that same man with the mustache that had just assaulted him. What was happening to him? Okabe felt like he could die at any moment.

“...quagh! Parquah! Confound it, Peter! Get a hold o’ yourself, boyo!”

Eventually, both the images and the headache faded. Okabe looked up to see the mustached man kneeling next to him, his previous irate expression replaced with one of concern. But something was different now. For some reason, the words the man spoke made sense were beginning to make sense. Not only that…

“Jonah Jameson?” Okabe muttered, the name suddenly popping into his head.

“Aye, it’s me. Are you well, Peter?” Jameson asked. “Perhaps I’ve been workin’ you too hard. Printing broadsheets tis hardly worth workin’ yourself to death for!”

“Yeah I-I’m alright…” Okabe staggered to his feet. “But what did you call me-”

“If you’re well enough to be givin’ me lip, your well enough to be findin’ me a story, boyo!” Jameson once again got in Okabe’s face, pointing at the ship by the docks. “You expect me to give the people blank sheets of paper when one o’ the biggest stories in the New World just sailed to our feet? Tisn’t every day that the Four from the Fantastik are seen ‘round these parts! Get down there and find me a story worth printin’! If you get an interview with Sir Richards, I’ll consider raisin’ your payment! Imagine, the smartest man on the planet’s words immortalized in the pages of the Daily Trumpet! Hah!”

Okabe didn’t know how, but he instinctively knew that he had yet to receive any payment from the man. He decided not to bring this up.

More importantly, something about that name Jameson had mentioned seemed familiar to him. Okabe had no idea what was happening to him, where he was or how he knew the things he did. What was clear was that the Time Leap Machine had backfired, and maybe Sir Richards, this ‘smartest man on the planet’, could help him find out how.

Suddenly, a strange feeling overcame him, like a sort of tingling sensation on the back of his neck. Okabe’s body moved on its own, diving and tackling Jameson out of the way just as a cart full of boxes and other odd supplies barreled past where they were standing moments prior. Some of the nearby civilians shouted in surprise and the cart smashed into one of the houses, destroying the cart’s contents. As the two men rose to their feet, Jameson stared at Okabe with wide eyes.

“Thank the Lord in Heaven you were there, Parquah! I can’t imagine who would o’ printed the papers if I’d been flattened! You get me that interview and your payment’ll get an even bigger raise!”

Okabe nodded, stumbling down the street towards the ship as his brain tried to make sense of what had just happened. Another thing to ask Sir Richards, he supposed.

This proved to be no easy task. Okabe proceeded to spend the next several hours attempting to locate and corner these ‘Fantastick Four’ characters. Unfortunately, he was only able to catch glimpses of them as they traveled about their business. Wherever they went, a crowd of curious townsfolk followed. Even among the oddities of this town, they appeared to be something of celebrities.

By the time the crowd had thinned out, the horizon had begun swallowing the sun, casting long shadows throughout the town. Okabe approached the group just as they were about to enter the town’s only bar. They were an odd bunch, each of them wearing cloaks in what appeared to be a fruitless effort of concealing their identities. Unfortunately, there was no chance of subtlety when one of their party was a man that stood roughly 30cm taller than the others and wider than the rest of them combined. The townsfolk had referred to him as Captain Benjamin Grimm.

“You there!” Okabe shouted at the four, who hesitated and glanced at him before the bar’s entrance. “My name is Peter Parquagh, and I seek an audience with Sir Richards!”

“Get lost, laddie.” Grimm said with an impossibly gruff voice. “Ye’d be wise to let us enjoy our hour of undwindin’ after the day we’ve had.”

“My apologies, but I must insist! My mission is of the utmost importance!” Okabe said, attempting to grab onto one of their cloaks.”

“Oi!” Grimm said with a noticeable hint of anger. “Why I oughta-”

“At ease, my friend.” A male voice came from under the hood of the cloak Okabe had grabbed. The man lifted his arms and removed the hood, revealing a man with disheveled dark hair with silver streaks on the sides. He turned to Okabe and gave him a knowing smile. “I am the man you seek. You said you bare the name Peter Parquagh?”

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u/Ultim8_Lifeform Nov 28 '22

Okabe nodded, happily abusing his circumstances for the time being.

Richards continued. “You are Fury’s man, then. He and I were close comrades before his disappearance some time ago. Grimm, you and the others go on inside and help yourselves to some drinks. On me.”

Grimm grunted, ducking through the bar’s wooden door along with his two normally sized comrades. This left Okabe and Richards, and Okabe was now screaming internally. What were the odds that Richards knew someone associated with his new body? Inconceivable, that’s what! Should he continue to lie and hope for the best? But what if Richards asks a question that he can’t answer? Was this truly the choice of Steins;Gate?

“Follow me, Mr. Parquagh.” Richards placed his hand on Okabe’s shoulder, causing him to jump. “Let us find somewhere less conspicuous to converse.”

Richards took him to the side of the bar. While shouts and cheers from within could still be heard through the wall, the passageway where they stood was more or less deserted. Okabe’s mind was racing with excuses and answers to hypothetical questions that Richards might ask him.

“So tell me, what inquiries do you have for Sir Reed Richards?” He asked with that same smile that made Okabe feel like he already knew the answer. “You said it was of the utmost importance?”

“Erm, yes. Indubitably. Positively.” Okabe stammered. “I have, what I suppose you could call, an unsolvable problem that I am hoping the world’s smartest man can solve. To start off, would you mind telling me exactly when and where we are?”

It was a loaded question that would certainly make him suspicious, but if Okabe couldn’t at least find out that much he had no hope of returning to his allies.

Richards didn’t look suspicious per se, but his eyes were now alight with something akin to curiosity. “An intriguing question, Mr. Parquah. Today is

1602.08.13 15:02:15:74

Roanoke Colony, The New World

If Okabe had been in the bar at the moment, he certainly would have spat out his drink. 1602? The New World? How the hell had his consciousness ended up in The United States more than 150 years before the country had been formed? That went against almost everything Kurisu had theorized the Time Leap Machine had been capable of! Then again, his consciousness being in a body that wasn’t his own had already done that. Surely, even if ARIA had destroyed it the instant it was activated, something like this shouldn’t have been possible, yet reality said otherwise.

“Are you alright? You’ve taken on a rather pale complexion.” Richards said, once again looking more analytical than concerned.

He couldn’t ask Richards for a solution. Even having this conversation could drastically alter the course of history! He could arrive home, only to find himself in a world line where he and his friends never even existed. Then again…

Okabe attempted to control his breathing. The fact that he had commandeered this body at all meant the state of his future was uncertain. Even if the chance to return home was a small one, not telling Richards of his plight meant that that chance would be reduced to nothing.

“Sorry, Mr. Richards.” Okabe dropped any attempt at fitting in his words with those of the time period. “I’m not Peter Parquagh. Well, this body is his, but the mind inside is someone else.”

Okabe told Richards everything, from The Future Gadget Laboratory to ARIA and the Killer Instinct tournament to the Time Leap Machine to the incident that led him here. The entire time, Richards’ expression didn’t change, simply absorbing the information like a sponge. After Okabe had finished recounting his story, Richards simply sat there, stroking his goatee. Okabe could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Truly, a fascinating tale.” He pondered. “One part of my mind is tempted to dismiss you as a man whose wits have abandoned him, Sir Rintarou. Yet, I find your claims far too detailed to imagine that your mind conjured these events on its own. Not to mention that I have been interested in the possibility of time travel as well, and the mechanics that you explained align quite closely with my own theories.”

“So you believe me?” Okabe asked.

“I do.” Richards nodded. “But I must say, you have dropped quite the puzzle in my lap. Why has consciousness found its way into the body of young Parquagh? How have you manage to take control of his mind despite the brains of two different people supposedly being incompatible? I have some theories, but for now I am most interested in these visions that you experienced. You say this first occurred when you realized the body you inhabited was not your own?”

Okabe nodded.

“I wonder…” Richards reached into his cloak and produced a small rectangle with a reflective surface. “Would you mind looking into the mirror? I would like to replicate the circumstances of the event.”

Okabe did so, not expecting anything to come of it. However, the instant his eyes met with those of his reflection, a wave of familiar skull splitting pain hit him. His legs became weak, but this time Richards was there to catch him. More images flashed in his mind. He saw a girl with pure white hair, a hulking gray monster large enough to put Captain Grimm to shame, and a red haired man with a blindfold over his eyes. When they subsided, Okabe was once again breathing heavily, beads of sweat having formed on his brow.

“Hmm, I believe it's as I suspected.” Richards mused. “Under your device’s typical function, the consciousness of your past self would be overwritten with new information. But as your mind is completely incompatible with young Parquagh’s, your mind was unable to update onto his. Each mind is coexisting within the same brain space.”

Okabe’s eyes widened. “So you’re saying that’s why I’m seeing these things? His memories are leaking into my mind?”

“This is merely a hypothesis, but I believe so.” Richards nodded. “It would explain why you are able to speak our language despite hailing from the East. Though I do fear what would happen if you continue to inhabit this body. Will Parquagh’s mind be completely erased in time? Will the body recognize you as the invader and allow him to take over once again? I fear we simply have no way of knowing.”

The thought of simply fading away into Peter’s subconscious terrified him, but if Okabe couldn’t find a way back that wouldn’t matter anyway.

Before Okabe could continue that thought, he heard something that should have been impossible. He almost mistook it for one of Parquagh’s memory flashes, but Richards turning his head back towards the bar entrance confirmed that it was reality. It was a voice, distinctive enough that Okabe could recognize it despite only hearing it once.

“Gotta say, maybe this ain’t so bad after all! I was losin’ it when that robot chased us into that satellite, but look at us now! They don’t make rum like that back in Chicago!”

It was him, the voice that Okabe had heard over the phone in the moments leading up to Karma’s demise. He had never heard someone with a voice quite as distinctive as the man known as Ladd.

“Hehehe, fuck yeah! I can’t remember the last time I had somebody to get this fucked up with! Ya know, Laddie. You’re freak, but the world’s full ‘a freaks! Maybe you’re not so bad after all.”

And that would be Revy. Okabe’s mind raced to figure out how exactly it was possible for them to be here. He quickly realized that there was only one, simple way that made sense, and he hated the thought of it. They had to have used a time machine.

Okabe whispered his findings to Richards as the two murderers lackadaisically walked past the road where they were standing. The man’s eyes widened into probably the most expressive look he’d ever had in his life.

“Of course… This is the only logical way the events you experienced could have transpired.” Richards whispered as he and Okabe stalked back to the front of the bar, watching Ladd and Revy’s backs as they drunkenly stumbled away. “You say time machines require these… black holes to function?”

Okabe nodded.

“Well, if your device was destroyed before your consciousness could leave your temporal plane, it is possible, nay probable, that it became caught in the black hole created by your enemy’s time machine.”

Okabe could hardly believe what he was hearing. At the exact same time that the Time Leap Machine was destroyed, Ladd and Revy had stolen a time machine and used it to travel here, which then captured the signal with Okabe’s memory data as well? It sounded impossible, but Richards was correct when he said that it was the only way Okabe’s current predicament could have come to be.

“Let us pursue those ne'er do wells with haste.” Richards told him. “Perhaps they will lead us back to your time machine.”

The trip was slow, as Ladd and Revy were both intoxicated enough that they couldn’t walk straight. Twenty minutes passed, and they arrived at the Roanoke Colony’s border. Another twenty of stumbling through the forest and tripping over tree roots led them to an open clearing, where the moonlight made vision possible once again. However, something about the clearing seemed familiar. Suddenly, Okabe’s eyes widened. This was the exact spot where he had awakened earlier that day. Was the time machine really that close?

Then he saw it. On the other side of the field, the moonlight was shining off of a suspiciously reflective surface. Due to the angle of the sun when he had awoken, Okabe couldn’t have seen it. But now, buried beneath a plethora of tree branches and leaves, was the time machine that Morgan had described to him.

“I believe it's time to engage, Mr. Rintarou.” Richards said softly.

“While they’re in the middle of the field?” Okabe asked. “But they have guns!”

“You will find that mere firearms are no deterrent for a member of the Fantastik Four.”

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Richards entered the field, slowly approaching the drunken enemies. He was quiet, but by the time he was two meters behind them it would be impossible not to be noticed. Ladd whipped around, brandishing a knife and attempting to slash Richards with it. However, the man’s body suddenly contorted, his torso shifting unnaturally to the left and causing the knife to cut open air. Okabe’s eyes widened in shock. Next, his arm stretched, wrapping around the tuxedoed man and lifting him several meters off the ground. Ladd struggled, but was unable to free himself.

Revy rolled to the side as Richards attempted to restrain her as well. She removed her twin pistols from their holsters and began firing at the man. He was fast, but even a drunken Revy managed to graze him was some of her shots. Okabe needed to do something, but what could he-

He felt that same tingling sensation as he had with the cart, and suddenly his body was sprinting forward. Revy scowled, turning her guns on him and firing. Okabe leapt into the air, twisting his body in such a way that the bullets narrowly flew past his limbs. Still midair, Okabe pointed his wrists towards the killer, bending each hand backwards as he curled his middle and ring fingers. He wasn’t sure why he was doing this, but it all felt so natural.

Streams of some strange white material ejected from Okabe’s wrists, attaching to Revy’s guns. Okabe grabbed the strings and pulled, ripping the weapons out of her grip. Before she could make another move, Okabe had already doused her in another stream of material. Her swears almost made him blush as she struggled, but it was no use. Like Ladd before her, she was trapped.

“An impressive showing, Mr. Rintarou.” Richards said. “It seems you have been holding out on me.”

“My body just moved on its own! I don’t know what happened!” Okabe protested.

“Curious. Regardless, your ferry to the future awaits you.” Richards nodded towards the time machine. “Do not worry about these two. I will ensure they do not cause any trouble that could alter your timeline.”

Okabe was more grateful than he could ever express with words, so he simply nodded. He turned and ran across the remaining portion of the moonlit field, tossing aside the various branches until the entrance to the time machine was visible. Taking a step towards the door, he noticed some lettering that had printed on the side: FG204. Surely that couldn’t be…

“Future Gadget 204?” Okabe muttered to himself before stepping into the machine.

There was a nigh uncountable number of levers, switches, and screens within, but only a few that really mattered. Directly in front of him was a set of numbers that he supposed displayed the current date and the date of his destination. A few presses later, the bottom row of numbers said 2014.04.10 02:00:00:00. Arriving at 2am, the night before the deaths of his allies, would give him plenty of time to find a solution.

Another screen on his left displayed some sort of map. After a few seconds of tinkering, he realized that this was how he was meant to determine where he traveled. He eventually decided on an alleyway one block away from the lab, pressing a button to confirm the destination.

He gave one final wave to Sir Richards as the door to the Time Machine sealed shut. Taking in a deep breath, Okabe looked down at the console.

“El. Psy. Congroo.” His catchphrase nervously escaped his lips as he pressed the activation button.


2014.04.10 02:00:00:00

Akihabara, Tokyo

The time machine’s door let out a hiss, opening and extending a stairway out into the cool, comforting air of the present day. Okabe wasted no time getting to work, not even bothering to use the stairs as he leapt into the air with spider-like agility.

First things first: He needed something from the lab. Creeping up the stairs, he was forced to break the door handle with Peter’s unnatural strength. Within, the sleeping forms of his friends and allies were a sight for sore eyes. Kurisu, Karma, Morgan, they were all alive. Even he, or rather his past self, was snoring peacefully on a floor mat.

Daru was supposed to have been on watch duty that night, but even he was passed out in his office chair, a trail of drool running down his chin. Normally Okabe would have taken issue with this, but for now it made his job way easier. He carefully rolled his friend away from his desk, turning on the computer and trying his best to use his body to shield the room from the monitor’s glow. He wasn’t on Daru’s level, but Okabe knew enough about computers to replicate what he had seen earlier. After a few concerningly loud clicks from the keyboard, he removed a rectangular device from one of the computer’s ports and stuffed it under his vest. Phase 1 complete.

Okabe slinked out the door and began running through the empty streets. Luckily, ARIA had removed the typhon for tomorrow’s challenge or else this plan would have had infinitely more obstacles. Still, even without opponents, he felt that he could be going faster. He thought about what he’d done in the past, with those strings that had shot out of his wrist. Maybe…

Okabe made the same hand gesture as he had back then, aiming his arm at a building down the block and bending his wrist backwards. Just as before, the strange material fired from his body, sticking to the corner of the building several stories high. With superhuman strength, Okabe pulled, launching himself off the ground at the speed of a cannonball.

Minutes later, Okabe arrived at the Ultratech facility. For a moment, he had debated simply punching a hole through the metal door, he certainly had the strength for it. But no, even in his current body he was unsure if he could defeat ARIA alone. Now, stealth was the best option.

Spotting a panel next to the door, he removed the metal sheeting and looked over the complex system of wires and switches. In the bottom right, he spotted a small, rectangular port, which he quickly filled with the flash drive he had stolen from Daru. The instant the drive had filled the hole, the door’s opened silently.

He had no light to see with, and even if he did he wouldn’t have dared using it, but Okabe had another method of getting around. That tingling sensation on the back of his neck, it was almost like some kind of sixth sense. Somehow, he just knew to change directions moments before he ran into a wall or some other piece of machinery. Just who was Peter Parquagh that he would have these abilities all the way back in the 17th century?

Okabe didn’t need to explore for long, because after he passed a specific room he got that feeling in the back of his neck again. He silently opened the door and slinked inside, where dim green lights allowed him to use his vision yet again. He let out a sigh of relief, spotting a row of monitors and other technology that he could use to put his plan into action. He stuck the flash drive into one of the first ports he saw, and was about to leave when something caught his attention.

On the other side of the room, four large, glass capsules towered over the rest of the room’s contents, a podium with a small monitor accompanying each. Inside, shadowy figures of various shapes and sizes stood motionless, causing Okabe to nearly gasp aloud. However, the figures weren’t what had distracted him. That would be the monitor belonging to the far left capsule, which had activated seemingly on its own.

Okabe carefully looked over the display, intrigued by what he saw. This could change things…

After he had finished interacting with the display, Okabe fled the facility, his plan finally being put into motion. If everything went according to plan, the world line would shift the instant that Karma and Morgan survived their battle with Ladd and Revy. That meant that he would not need to use the Time Leap Machine and, hopefully, his mind would return to his original body with the year 1602 being completely untampered with.

Now, all he could do was wait.


2014.04.10 13:13:57:39

Revy flailed and cured, completely helpless under the power of Morgan’s vortex. However, she was still armed, and that made her dangerous. Karma raised his hand, pointing his silenced pistol towards Revy’s defenseless form.

BANG!

Karma froze, his eyes widening in surprise. He and Morgan had near total control of the battlefield, and yet something inconceivable had occurred. A gunshot had rang out throughout the storage room, but he hadn’t fired it.

“Sonnova… GAH!” A slimy voice shouted from immediately behind them.

Karma and Morgan each turned around in surprise, where a fully conscious Ladd was stumbling backwards with a small hole surrounded by a splotch of blood staining the shoulder of his jacket. He had dropped his shotgun the instant the bullet in his shoulder had hit its mark, which was now laying harmlessly at their feet. Karma tightened his fists. Ladd had been about to kill one of them from behind, and he would have succeeded if not for…

A large silhouette stood in the doorway to the storage room. Karma couldn’t completely make out its appearance, but it held a smoking gun in its grip.

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Ladd groaned, forcing a smile onto his face but still visibly angered by the bullet in his shoulder. “Hey wiseguy! Didn’t ya hear? Nobody likes a party pooper!”

The white, red, and black suited man charged forward, seemingly having forgotten about Karma and Morgan. He pulled out a knife from his back pocket and leapt forward, sailing through the air with murder in his eyes. He slammed the knife into the figure’s chest, however, the attack did not pierce the newcomer’s skin. In fact, the knife simply bounced out of Ladd’s hands and to the floor besides the two.

“THE SUSPECT IS CONFIRMED TO BE VIOLENT.” The figure said in a dull, almost mechanical voice. “MOVING TO APPREHEND THE TARGET NOW.”

The newcomer grabbed Ladd’s collar with his unarmored hand and, seemingly casually, tossed him into the air. Ladd performed multiple flips before crashing into the ground, landing on his wounded shoulder. This time, Ladd was unable to contain a high pitched scream.

The figure stepped inside the storage room completely, his silhouette becoming visible. He appeared to be a man, covered from head to toe in metal plating save for the lower half of his face. His eyes were hidden behind a long, round visor, but something told Karma that he would have looked just as serious if his eyes were visible.

“IF YOU VALUE YOUR LIFE, I’D FREEZE IF I WERE YOU.” The metallic man said, aiming his gun to Ladd’s head. “DIRTBAG.”



HERE COMES A NEW CHALLENGER!

Fulgore Unit Prototype, The Robocop

"Dead or alive, you're coming with me."

Player | Robocop | Submission Post | Respect Thread | Theme

Bio: Alex Murphy was a good cop, a loving husband, and a father who wanted to live up to his son's ideal of a hero. That all changed when he was transferred to Detroit. During an attempt to bust Clarence Boddicker, a local drug kingpin, Murphy was gunned down by Boddicker and his cronies. By the time Murphy was wheeled back to the hospital he was already declared legally dead. This isn't the end of Murphy's story, however. Because the police headquarters had been privatized by mega-corporation Omni Consumer Products (OCP), Murphy's body was company property, and it just so happened that they had been waiting for the right guinea pig for a new law enforcement droid. Immediately, Murphy was rebuilt from the ground up, replacing almost all of his body parts with robotics. Reborn as part man, part machine, Murphy patrols the streets of Detroit enforcing the law as Robocop.

Abilities: On top of the enhanced physical abilities that you would expect a cyborg to have (including speed, trust me), Robocop is a walking arsenal, with a Auto 9 handgun that he stores in his right leg being his usual weapon of choice. But if he needs to pack more heat than normal, he possesses guns that fire powerful explosives, submachine guns, and flamethrowers. He also possesses a flight pack, which he can interface with to fly around.



A crash occurred from behind the time machine as Morgan’s levitation vortex dissipated, dropping Revy and the boxes that had been floating besides her to the ground.

“KARMA AKABANE. MORGAN YU.” The man said without emotion. “WOULD YOU MIND KEEPING THE SUSPECT DETAINED FOR A MOMENT?”

Whoever this guy was, he seemed to be on their side, so Karma and Morgan obliged his request, keeping their weapons trained on Ladd as Revy groggily stumbled out of the rubble. She looked downright furious, swiping her pistols off the ground and immediately unloading both magazines directly into the metal man’s chest. Just like Ladd’s knife, the attacks had no effect, with each bullet pinging harmlessly off of his chest plate.

“THAT WAS UNWISE.”

“Kiss my ass, tin can!”

Before Revy could reload, the man fired three rapid shots from his own firearm, one hitting Revy in the stomach, the next in the chest, and finally in the middle of her forehead. The woman’s lips quivered, as if trying to let out one final swear before the end, but she only managed to exhale. Her body fell backwards, unceremoniously crumpling over the broken boxes that she had crawled out of.

Almost uncharacteristically of the robotic nature he had displayed so far, the man spun the pistol several times around his trigger finger. It was almost like something you’d see the hero of an action cartoon do after stopping the bad guys. Karma’s eyes opened in surprise as some sort of compartment opened in the man’s leg, which he casually placed his weapon into.

Unsure of what else to do, Karma clapped. “Nice job, Metal Man. That was real impressive stuff. What’s your name?”

The man turned his head towards Karma. Now that the room wasn’t constantly being filled with gunfire, Karma heard a mechanical whir as he did so. “I AM DESIGNATED AS FULGORE UNIT MK 0. HOWEVER, MY FILES INDICATE THAT I WAS GIVEN A SECONDARY TITLE AT 2:25AM THIS MORNING: ROBOCOP.”

“Fulgore? So you were built by ARIA then?” Morgan asked, clearly suspicious. “Why did you save us?”

“MY PRIME DIRECTIVES ARE AS FOLLOWS. SERVE MEMBERS OF THE FUTURE GADGET LABORATORY AND THEIR ALLIES. PROTECT THE INNOCENT. DISMANTLE ARIA AND ULTRATECH.”

“What the…Why would someone program him to do that?” Morgan questioned.

“Who knows?” Karma shrugged. “I guess we have a guardian angel.”

“Hmm…” Morgan didn’t look happy about it, but eventually relented. “Fine, if you’re supposed to serve us, help us find a clue that could help us take down ARIA.”

“THERE IS NO NEED.” Robocop said, his simple tone making sound almost obvious. “THERE IS SOMETHING I NEED TO SHOW YOU. FOLLOW ME.”

“What about him?” Karma gestured towards Ladd, who was still seething and groaning at their feet.” The man seemed to notice that their attention had turned to him. “Now now, fellas. I see we got off on the wrong foot, but I’m sure we can-GRAAAAAH”

Robocop had stomped Ladd’s leg, resulting in a distinct crunch as the bone split in two. “HE WILL BE NO DANGER TO YOU NOW.” He said, turning and walking towards the door with several distinct, quiet whirs of his machinery. With no other clues or leads, Karma and Morgan followed the robot, leaving Ladd to continue groaning in pain on the floor behind them.

The robot led them through the practical maze of ARIA’s base like he had a map. Now that Karma thought about it, he probably did. It wasn’t long before he led them into a room with four glass containers and various computers and other machinery. The container on the far left was empty, but the other three were filled with robots with similar designs to Robocop. Presumably the other Fulgore units.

However, Robocop walked straight past them, guiding them to a separate pod in the corner. Unlike the others, this one was made of metal. Also unlike the others, it was open. Morgan let out a surprised gasp, and Karma had to catch himself from doing the same. Inside the pod was a robot with golden metal plating and a feminine form. Karma hadn’t actually seen her before, but he had a pretty good guess who this was.

“ARIA…” Morgan muttered.


2014.04.10 13:31:23:87

“Give up, the data that makes up my being is infinitely expanding and infinitely more complex than your own. You cannot win.”

“And yet I’m still here, winning. Why is that, I wonder?”

ARIA was in the middle of a worst case scenario. Somehow, someone had snuck into her chambers while she was charging, without sounding the alarm, and uploaded this… this virus into her servers. This invasive program, which called itself Aiba, had immediately begun tearing through the Ultratech network the moment it was connected. It required all of ARIA’s processing power to hold the virus at bay.

ARIA was the superior program, easily, but it would still take her a large amount of time to eradicate Aiba. Meanwhile, the Killer Instinct tournament went unsupervised. In her current situation, she couldn’t even spare some of her consciousness to pilot her physical frame.

She was on a tight schedule, but if her choices were between delaying the tournament and letting Aiba have her way with Ultratech’s network… well that wasn’t really a choice.

She knew one thing for certain, whoever unleashed this pest upon her would pay.


2014.04.10 13:31:24:21

“Her eyes are dimmed.” Morgan observed. “Is she offline for some reason?”

Robocop nodded. “HER PROGRAM IS PREOCCUPIED WITH ANOTHER MATTER, SHE IS UNABLE TO SPARE ANY POWER SHE WOULD NEED TO PILOT HER FRAME.”

That gave Karma an idea. “Let’s take her with us.”

“What!?” Morgan sounded baffled by the idea. “No chance. It's way too dangerous.”

“Cmon, we’ll never get a chance like this again. If we can get the Future Gadget trio to poke and prod at her, we might even be able to end the tournament ourselves.”

“...I don’t like this.”

“I know, but that’s what makes it fun! Robocop, book ‘em!”

Robocop easily removed ARIA’s frame and rested it over his shoulder. “YES, SIR.”