Rich-person-napping! [Action, Closed to Mir]

[sonicheart]

[Just another ordinary day.... Missing Omegabase notwithstanding. Lori, fortunately, had a full maintenance bay in her penthouse for just this sort of thing, so the base being missing was an active problem to investigate, but not life-threatening for her. That was very, very good...

Lori's plan for this day was easy enough: Go to the different base entrances, collect any evidence she could find at them, and share it to the other Omegafriends. Right now, though, her hair was still wet from a morning shower, and she was working on preparing a basic breakfast for herself.

Little did she know who was about to ring her doorbell and interrupt all those plans...]

Magical bombs...

[dropkick_princess]

[Action]

[At one of the secret entrances to the Omegabase... or former entrances, anyway, you might see a red headed teenager staring at the stone wall]

Nobody told me it was supposed to be like this! Fine, I'll just blast it down!

[She pulls out a couple of chakrams (that look more like over-sized rings than anything dangerous...), and takes a stance as she points them at the obstruction]

Take this!

[Suddenly... a number of bombs (the typical black ball type, except missing the fuse) are shooting out from her now spinning rings. The projectiles explode against the stone on impact but, of course, this does nothing to help the situation... hopefully she didn't ruin the clue etched on the wall...]

[Omegawatch video]

Is this some kind of joke? Let me into the base right now! This isn't funny!

[Somebody wasn't around for when Lady Blue began her shenanigans... much less the announcement that something was going to happen]

Merely human [Action]

[machine_herald]

The warehouse from the outside looked just like any other along Venture City's harbor. Within, it was as surreal nightmare of technology. Surgery tables, industrial machinery, devices of incomprehensible purpose, and more filled it from wall to wall, leaving only limited narrow pathways through which one might walk. And it was through one of these that Viktor now paced, angrily.

They had laughed at him! He had offered them immortality, he had offered them the power of a god! He had asked for nothing in return and it had been thrown back in his face with mocking laughter! How dare they! They needed to be punished, nay, destroyed! In a fit of rage, Viktor slammed his fist into the slide of an industrial strength metal lathe and let out of a shout of frustration.

His henchmen, who had been passing the time playing cards, froze in surprise. No one said anything for several seconds that felt like an eternity. Eventually Viktor managed to unclench his fist and stared in vague interest at his own bloody knuckles. "These are the thoughts of a mere man, still bound by the instincts and rage of a wild animal. I am still too human."

Viktor turned slowly to the surgery table. No, they would not be punished. That was the beast snarling. They would be taught. Taught of the weakness of flesh, and then when they saw the truth, reinvented!

He spoke to the few cyborgs who had accepted his vision and followed in his footsteps without looking at them as he started walking towards the table. "We have much to do, my brothers. They think they can refused to learn, but I shall teach them even so. If they are blind, we must open their eyes ourselves."

...Over the next week or so, there is a minor crime wave, as half machine criminals appear at night to raid various research labs and industrial factories. They seem to be going for specific parts: atmospheric filtration units, armor plating, high power electrical generators, and other more esoteric bits of machinery. Someone has a very strange shopping list.

Viktor himself can sometimes be found on these raids, but even when not present any would be heroes will find those who have submitted to the glorious evolution to not be easy foes.