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omegafriends2014-05-31 09:02 am
takaradical) wrote in omegafriends2014-05-31 09:02 am
Action
[Golden Tiger is not, by any means, a brilliant strategist. He does, on the other hand, have two years experience maneuvering around boardrooms, and that's taught him more than a few things. The first being that when an opportunity presents itself, you take it. So with the spandex squad all in a tizzy after Doctor Doofus's little song and dance, now's the perfect time to get out there and make a name for himself in this town.
It comes to the surprise of almost no one when a giant robot crab comes crashing through the wall of the Venture City Central Bank, trailed by a regular platoon of hired thugs. The Tiger himself is on the scene, of course, standing atop that crushing crustacean, arms folded. The room erupts in chaos. A few security guards try and rush the goons, but they're mowed down in seconds. Tiger just laughs and swishes his coat, letting the speakers in his mask carry his voice through the building.]
Alright, nobody make a move! This here is a robbery. Take everything ya got and dump it all in the bags. Everything for the Golden Tiger!
[On cue, the thugs hold out a collection of burlap sacks, some of which have dollar signs painted on them. Need to shoot for authenticity here.]
Don't forget about those safety deposit boxes, too! C'mon people, let's hustle!
[One by one, the tellers, guards, and even some of the patrons step up and start to unload cold hard cash into the bags. So many supervillains swing by this place, they all know the procedure by now. Everything's going just as planned. If one of those rubes in tights showed up, everything would fall to pieces.
That'd just be awful, right?
Right.]
It comes to the surprise of almost no one when a giant robot crab comes crashing through the wall of the Venture City Central Bank, trailed by a regular platoon of hired thugs. The Tiger himself is on the scene, of course, standing atop that crushing crustacean, arms folded. The room erupts in chaos. A few security guards try and rush the goons, but they're mowed down in seconds. Tiger just laughs and swishes his coat, letting the speakers in his mask carry his voice through the building.]
Alright, nobody make a move! This here is a robbery. Take everything ya got and dump it all in the bags. Everything for the Golden Tiger!
[On cue, the thugs hold out a collection of burlap sacks, some of which have dollar signs painted on them. Need to shoot for authenticity here.]
Don't forget about those safety deposit boxes, too! C'mon people, let's hustle!
[One by one, the tellers, guards, and even some of the patrons step up and start to unload cold hard cash into the bags. So many supervillains swing by this place, they all know the procedure by now. Everything's going just as planned. If one of those rubes in tights showed up, everything would fall to pieces.
That'd just be awful, right?
Right.]
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So what? They should be thankin' me, in that case!
[And without missing a beat, DTR swipes one of its deadly claws down, aiming to knock our courageous cosmonaut out of the air.]
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[Kerbal-X is an Astronaut thank you very much, and he's much too agile with that jetpack to be caught by an sort of Giant Enemy Crab. He can however, set his lasers to 'stun' (well, more like burn) and fire a few shots from his pistol and the money-gathering underlings.]
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[The stuff, he means. The crab raises a claw to shield itself from the blasts and manages to get away with just a scorched paint job. The thugs aren't so lucky, and a handful of them go down without a fight. The rest have a little more guts and open fire on Kerbal-X, filling the air with razor-edged dollar bills. ]
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I don't think you've got the appreciation of your situation here! You won't be putting any of that to use, since you're leaving without it.
[The jetpack lets him charge into the midst of the goons, bowling a few over, and knocking a couple more aside in confusion as he sprays lasers everywhere.]
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Golden Tiger never walks away empty-handed. C'mere!
[Those pincers are a lot after than the look. DTR lashes out, trying to close its claws around Jeb's midsection.]
Mind someone else stepping in for a rescue?
[Jeb backpedals furriously-and winds up diving into the vault to keep out of the way of the claws while he bumps up the power in his laser and try to shoot the Crab in an eye. Still, things look grim for our hero...]
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Gotcha right where I want you!
How About No!
Even worse for that Tiger fellow was the fact the Kid's mortars left a new paint of hot grease all over his crab; making sure it would get very hot near and on the crab. If it was a real crab, it would turn nice and red pretty quick.
"You took the words right from my mouth!"
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[Jebediah lines up a second shot-going for the left optic this time to burn it out and blind the robot completely. But if he sees a gap in the armor he can pour a shot into, or a spot where that grease might ignite when struck by a laser...]
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Crud. Alright boys, take what ya got and move!
[One super is to be expected, but two is just a little too much to handle, especially when they've got the upper hand now. DTR scuttles backwards, trying to disengage from the melee and beat a hasty retreat.]
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The kid doesn't care much for this guy and his giant crab. He took his hammer out to charge down the crab, leaping at it. He brings down his hammer in a massive overhead smash against it's hull. The kid knew how to really make that hammer smite. Though since the Kid didn't know the thing too well, there was no chance he hit just the right seam to make it crack right down the middle. Right?
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[I hope you goons weren't too busy running away to get LASERED.]