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"I'wm nwot thwa bwad..." said Stacey a little upset. "Isn;t that the same thing?" asked Ziona.
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Stacey soon finished, his muzzle a mess of chocolate. "And that's not a malfunction?" asked Ziona.
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Stacey realsied his own ice cream was starting to melt so hurried to finish. "If it doesn't malfunction in an ironic way," commented Ziona.
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Stacey just grinned more. "Why am I not surprised!" laughed Ziona.
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Fan Characters (Wanna see what ya made!)
Skye Prower replied to HomestarRunner's topic in Artist's Canvas
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"Yweah! I dwo!" grinned Stacey, nodding his head fast making his ears bob. "Thewe dewiciwous! Aww of thwem!" he added, grinning to Ally. "Good luck... wait... zero gravity food maker?" asked Ziona.
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"Yweah! Chwoccy bwaws! Chwoccy cwakes! Chwoccy miwk! Hwot Chwoccy..." Stacey started to list off. "What are you working on?" asked Ziona as she tossed Seviper an Ice cream sandwich and sat down.
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Fan Characters (Wanna see what ya made!)
Skye Prower replied to HomestarRunner's topic in Artist's Canvas
There's only about a dozen active members here Tesla. Everything's quiet around here. -
Stacey grinned more. "An' thewe's wots mowe chwoccy thwings!" "I should have guessed!" laughed Ziona as she turned to look in the freezer.
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"Bwu' gwood dwiffwent!" inside Stacey. "What about us grown-ups?" asked Ziona.
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"Stwange how?" asked Stacey, before turning to grin at Ally> "You're welcome Sweetie," said Ziona, leading down to kiss Fenn's forehead.
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Mobius Orbit A small streak of flame streaked across the atmosphere as a small craft broke through and into the dark of space. Now free of the atmosphere, it altered its course, progressing almost lazily as it was dwarfed by its destination. Compared to the Wing Fortress, the transport looked like a toy. Through the observation window, Doctor Robotnik watched the transport leisurely drift into the landing bay. He turned away, his gaze resting on the massive screen projecting a map of the planet of Mobius. Small pinpricks of light were dotted all over it, paler circles radiating out from them, in total covering a large portion of the map, at least on land. “Scanning network established. Energy readings will arrive momentarily, Doctor Robotnik,” spoke a synthesized female voice. The Doctor almost gave a surprised start. He still wasn’t used to the voice. “Next time I build a robot, remind me to double check I’ve put the correct Vocal Chip in,” Robotnik commented as he turned to face the bulky, green painted robot. “Acknowledged Doctor,” the robot replied. “And the transport containing the first cargo from the surface has arrived.” “I saw it arrive Zero,” muttered Robotnik. “Inform me when the cargo is unloaded.” He turned back towards the map, his brow furrowing as he spotted an anomaly. “What is that Prison Pod doing in the middle of Casino Night Zone?” he barked. “Sensors reported thruster damage as it entered the atmosphere. But over 99.3% of the Pods hot their target zones,” Zero replied. “That was a rhetorical question Zero,” retorted Robtonik, shooting Zero a glare. “At least its systems automatically disabled its activation. Last thing we need is a whole city warned of it purpose.” He stroked his moustache thoughtfully. “By the time Casino Night Zone has negotiated with the authorities in Acorn about their course of action, it will be too late for them.” As he spoke, the screen flashed, the previously pale circles lighting up. Before almost all became dim again. “Seventy percent of the landmass covered, and almost no Chaos readings,” stated Robotnik, half angered, half curious. “They can’t all be located in the oceans, and their very nature makes the cities unlikely. Are they all located in remote locations? Or is something shielding their power?” Adjusting the controls, he zoomed the map in to the one circle that remained bright. “Ahh, the fabled Floating Island. That would explain much.” “Doctor, the cargo has been unloaded,” interrupted Zero. Robotnik turned his gaze towards a smaller monitor, smiling as he saw the trapped, helpless animals that had been released from the returned Prison Pods. “Things are progressing….” The map began flashing again. “..fast!” Robotnik finished in surprise. “The Pods in Sector Two Five Zero Gold are full already?” “Small settlements and curious locals,” commented Zero dryly. “Large enough for the numbers required, too small to offer any resistance.” Robotnik rubbed his hands together in glee. “This is working even better than I anticipated. Contact Flying Battery Two and tell them to land to pick up our new recruits.” He turned and strode towards the lift door. “As for the cargo, send them up to the main workshop. It’s time to awaken your brothers, Zero.” He looked back towards the map. “Finding the Chaos Emerald on Angel Island would be a good test for one of them.” ---------- Tails, Deerwood Forest A shadow fell over the map. Tails looked up in surprise, then laughed as he saw a Flicky land on the edge and look curiously at the Fox. “You blocked my light,” smiled Tails. Standing, he folded the map and headed further into the forest. The little Flicky cheeped, flying alongside. “I should be close,” Tails said, half to the Flicky, half to himself. Ahead, the forest opened up into a large clearing, a small creek bubbling through it. And in the centre… Tails hadn’t been sure what he’d been expecting. A crater probably, maybe a large from. But not a gleaming silver metal pod, with a yellow disk attached to the top like a comically oversized button. A feeling of nervousness washed over Tails, and he ducked down at the edge of the treeline. “What is that?” he murmured to himself, slinging his rucksack off and starting to dig through it looking for his binoculars. The Flicky gave a chirp and flew off, towards the direction of the pod. Tails ears twitched as there was a sudden strange metallic whine, followed by a loud clang. He glanced up quickly, but saw nothing, except the Flicky seemed to have vanished. But as he listened, the sounds of mechanical workings reached his ears, clearly coming from the pod. With a hiss, the side of the pod slid open, and a large, metallic insect flew out of it, starting to circle slowly. Tails just stared. It was like something out of those science fiction movies on the TV. Except this wasn’t something made of painted cardboard. This looked like a true, real life robot. But certainly not a friendly robot. Something about it made Tails’ fur stand on end. It circled again, and Tails ducked down, worried the robot might spot him. But then it twisted around and started heading deeper into the forest. Tails grabbed his rucksack and hurried after it, despite his fear, his curiosity got the better of him. It didn’t take long for Tails to lose sight of it under the thick canopy, but Tails hurried on, still following the same direction. The trees started to thin as the terrain became rockier, and harder to traverse. A little short of breath, Tails began to hear a distant rhythmic rumbling sound. It wasn’t just the noise, as they trees gave way entirely and Tails could see a massive canyon ahead, the sound started to feel almost like a physical force, making his head throb. But he’d come this far, and Tails knew he just had to find out where that robot had gone, and what was causing the strange throbbing noise. He peered over the cliff. And his mouth dropped open. Tails had seen pictures of flying craft. Many pictures. The very idea of flying was fascinating to him. From the biplanes to the strange flying craft seen being used by the Battle Bird Armada. But this… this was something completely different. In sheer size is dwarfed any building that Tails had seen. It was the size he’d imagined skyscrapers to be, only on its side. Countless large propellers lined part of its surface, as well as large vents that seemed to suck the air in and eject it out the other side. Tails guessed that both of these must be how the hovering building stayed in the air. Further movement caught his eye. A door on the side of the craft slid open and a platform extended towards the cliffside. Tails realised there was a path down to where the platform was, as he saw an army of robots march on-board. Not just flying insects like he’d seen before, but others. Some looked like oversized beetles with a wheel underneath, others like crude, bulky metal Mobians. Enraptured, Tails stared at the silver army marching on-board, until the last one was through the door. The hatch slid shut, and the sounds from the engines of the craft grew louder. Slowly, it began to gain altitude. Tails could only gape at first, watching this massive machine rise next to him. He had to know more. Where did it come from, how did it work? Springing to his feet, Tails sprinted towards the craft and leapt towards it. ---------- Sleet and Dingo, Battle Bird Armada Airship There was a bustle of activity in the airship’s hanger as the strange red craft touched down. Its main body was rather bulbous, with two stubby wings on either side, and a mobile weapons mount on the rear that more closely resembled a tail than anything else. The rear ramp slid open, impacting on the hanger floor with a solid thud. Sleet, with his typical sly grin, strode down the ramp towards the waiting Battle Bird Armada soldiers. Dingo followed behind, carrying their prisoners. “Your Rogues,” said Sleet confidently, as Dingo unceremoniously dumped them in a small wheeled vehicle waiting for them. “Two alive, one corpse. And one hanger on. Keep an eye on him, he doesn’t seem to understand the word ‘prisoner’,” Sleet warned. “We’ll take care of them,” replied the squad leader confidently. “The Battle Lord wishes to speak with you.” “We know the way by now,” Sleet replied. “Come Dingo. Time for us to get our payment.” He glanced back at the red craft, and his smile turned somewhat thoughtful. The interior of the airship was something of a maze, and given most of those in the Armada had a smaller stature than most Mobians, rather cramped. Yet Sleet had no trouble finding his way through. Dingo on the other hand, let out repeated ‘Ows’ as his head kept banging on low doorframes, overhanging pipes, and the occasional light fitting. Eventually they made their way to the top of the craft to the Battle Lord’s chambers. Unlike the rank and file, the Battle Lord stood almost as tall as Dingo. “Ahhhh! My favourite mercenaries! I see you’ve had a good hunt,” smiled the Battle Lord, bowing slightly. “Most satisfying, Lord Kukku,” Sleet replied, returning the bow. “Yeah! We got them no problem!” added Dingo, just giving a friendly wave. The two mercenaries were ushered in, and for a while polite small talk was made, before the subject returned back to businesses. Well, almost. “It might be early, but I never discuss business without some fine wine. It just wouldn’t be civilised,” smiled the Battle Lord as he pour a glass for the three of them. Sleet took his with an appreciative nod, though just held it in his hand while Dingo swallowed his glass in one gulp. “I have a proposition Battle Lord,” began Sleet slowly, slowly swirling the wine around in his glass. “We may forgo payment for this bounty.” “We will?” asked Dingo surprised. Sleet made a quick ‘hush’ motion. “Generous, but what is it you actually wish,” replied the Battle Lord, staring hard at Sleet through his glasses. “The craft we had for this job, on a more permanent basis,” replied Sleet. “The Manticore!? IMPOSSIBLE!” bellowed the Battle Lord, slamming his fist on the table. “That is an ancient relic of the Armada. To hand it over as mere payment..” “Did I mention all future Rogue hunting jobs would also be included in this payment,” interrupted Sleet, staying completely calm. The Battle Lord paused. “There are other advantages,” Sleet continued. “Between contacting us and delivering the Manticore to us for your hunt, a day, maybe two could be lost. Imagine how fast we could track down a Rogue when they had far less time to cover their tracks. And imagine how much that would discourage further Rogues.” “You make a compelling argument,” said the Battle Lord as he regained his composure. “I will need some time to consider your offer, but in the meantime…” The rest of his words died as the sunlight through the window was suddenly blotted out. All three looked out the window, to see a massive flying craft, easily twice the size of the airship, rising out of the clouds next to them. “Well, that’s certainly interesting,” commented Sleet dryly, taking a sip of his wine. ---------- Wave, Battle Bird Armada Airship Wave looked at the parts as the landed on the desk and sighed. Only half of what she needed. If she was lucky. And that was a big if. Nevertheless, she forced herself to smile. “Thanks Storm, I’m sure I’ll find some use for them.” Was she actually worried about wanting Storm to be happy, or was it just to keep in with the only person she could talk freely with on this whole damn airship? Wave wasn’t entirely sure. As she studied the parts, she began to calm. Even if they didn’t work for her board, it looked like what she had told Storm was actually true. There would be some use for most of them after all. Before the plan that had started forming in her mind began to take shape, a shadow fell over the room. Wave glanced idly out the window, the turned to stare at the massive flying craft emerging from the cloud layer. Even with a quick glance she could see the armour, engines and weapons across it, far more than the Armada airship could bring to bear. “Storm…. We might need to run…” Wave almost whispered as the drill klaxon sounded. ---------- Skye, Feral Forest “Looks like you might be onto something Skye,” said Brian as he turned the jeep. “You might actually be useful after all,” he teased, trying to be good natured, but Skye just glared. “Plenty of trees down, doesn’t look like there’s any fires though,” interrupted the Otter, hoping to defuse the situation. “Some of the ones standing look like they’ll come down at any moment,” added Skye, grateful to have something else to focus on. “If one fell that must have been what I saw move,” she commented, though her voice was doubtful. The jeep slowed as its path was blocked by a number of trees. “Looks like we’re on foot from here,” said Brian as he jumped out of the jeep, towards the fallen tree. “Hey! Fisher! Skye! Take a look at this!” he called over. Both of the others hurried from the jeep to where Brian was standing, looking out over the silver pod ahead. “What is it?” wondered Fisher. “Probably something dropped by those crazy flying birds,” said Brain dismissively. “Maybe an empty fuel tank or something.” “That… It’s not from the Armada,” said Skye, with both a certainty and fear that she didn’t know the origin of. “We should go.” “Oh stop complaining, we need to take a closer look,” said Brian, vaulting over the trees and walking purposely towards the pod. “He’s being a jerk, but he’s right, we need to take a closer look,” Fisher said to Skye. “But if you’d rather wait by the jeep…” He offered. “No… No!” said Skye, trying to sound firm. “I’m not scared. It’s just a… er… whatever it is…” she finished, her voice trailing off. “Alright, if you’re sure,” replied Fisher, climbing over the trees and heading after Brian as Skye followed suite. “Looks like it’s all safe,” called over Brian. The next second, the pod opened up, and a long, thin metal arm sprung out father than a striking snake, grasping Brian. He barely had the chance to realise what was happening before the arm drew him into the pod with a scream, slamming shut behind him. Crying out, both Fisher and Skye headed towards the pod, hoping to find some way to free their friend. But the ground at their feet suddenly erupted, throwing them both to the ground. Looking up, they saw three metal, insect like shapes hovering above them, their thoraxes twisted round to face them. The tips of what would have been these insects’ stringers suddenly flashed with a bright light, bolts of energy streaming towards the Wold and Otter, keeping then sprawling on the ground. Then the pod slid open, steam billowing from it. “Brian! You’re alright!” called Fisher hopefully as he spotted the outline of his friend through the clouds. But then the figure stepped forward, and it was clear from the gleaming metal body that it wasn’t Brian. At least, not anymore. The robotic figure still had Brian’s proportions, and even metal protrusions similar to how his hair had been. But there was no sign of recognition in the black and red glowing eyes. “All Mobians must be processed,” spoke the metal Brian, in a distorted version of Brian’s own voice. He charged forward, grabbing Fisher by the throat. “You will serve Doctor Robotnik.” Staggering to her feet, Skye started to draw out her staff, but her legs wouldn’t let her close the gap between her and Fisher. Fisher turned his head, looking pleadingly at the wolf. “Skye…. RUN!” he gasped. Skye turned and did just that.
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"Wike it?" Stacey asked the girls, his muzzle already stained chocolaty. "Here you are," said Ziona as she put down the bowls.
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"Twy it! It's nwice!" said Stacey to Ally and Sarah grinning, while Zoe tucked in happily. "Alright, two more bowls coming up," said Ziona.
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Ziona just smiled as she handed out a bowl of chocolate ice cream out to everyone. "Are you three happy with chocolate as well?" she asked the arrivals.
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"I wan Chocwate twoo!" Said Stacey turning quickly. "Me too!" said Zoe, bouncing up and down. "Is that chocolate for everyone then?"smiled Ziona.
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"With you'we hwead own thwe twabwe?" asked Stacey. "I'll get bowls for them too," said Ziona as she started getting set up. "What ice cream does everyone want?"
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"Wha's wwong?" asked Stacey, seeing Sarah with her head in the table. Zoe shook her head firmly. "All right, all right, I'll start dishing out," smiled Ziona.
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"Awwwwwww," moaned Zoe. "We'we nwot cwompwaing!" insisted Stacey as he sat down, indicated to Sarah and Ally to do the same. Ziona smiled more then headed into the kitchen.
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Mobian mystery Dungeon: Nicole's story
Skye Prower replied to Geoffrey St John's topic in Mobian Mystery Dungeon
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"Awwww, not fair!" moaned Zoe. "Where's the ice cream?" asked Stacey excitedly. "That's not up to me to judge," smiled Ziona.
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"Sure," said Zoe grinning at Dominic, then she turned back to Lance with a defiant "Yes way!" "It'll be better now," said Stacey as he pulled the girls into the kitchen. "I hope not," said Ziona, rolling her eyes a bit.
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"Sure I can! I'm the big sister," insisted Zoe somewhat huffily, crossing her arms. "Yeah it is! You should know! You had it before!" said Stacey. "Er.... let's not build something like that here... don't want to siphon the power keeping this island afloat," said Ziona.
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"Even when I'm grown up too?" grinned Zoe. "And I can still tell you what to do nd you HAVE to do it! Fenn too!" "So Ice cream is great!" grinned Stacey. "Good luck. There are some records in Haven about these bots... they might help you, IF the Guardians let you look at them..." said Ziona.
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Looks like my computer has just gone and died on me. It's refusing to load my user profile anymore!
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If I were there it’d probably be me helping diagnose the problem. Unfortunately I’ve been through a lot of computer problems lately.
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Okay, computer is up and running again. Turned out the Window's update glitched my desktop loader a bit. On the other hand, my computer is... not dying, but certainly tired. So I will need to think about a replacement
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