Mark sent out a memo to all the agents concerning his, Jason and Trina’s absences and that a Commander Forge would be temporarily in command. Josie goes to Jase’s office to question this where she’s told of Jason and Trina’s reason for going. Josie can’t believe the captain and lieutenant are going away for a concert, much less that they’re in a professional band. She voices her concern which Jason assures her that things will be fine and informs her that Commander Forge is Joe and Tasha’s father, commander of the Twilight City Enforcers who’s doing this as a favor. Fletch comes to Jase’s office as well with what he’s found on Fango’s whereabouts which isn’t much compared to the file. Jase sends him, Josie and Hans out for reconnaissance to see if that file was right, but that’s all as they don’t have a warrant.
So the three agents go out to the bad part of town where Fango is said to live via the file’s information. Hans waits in the car while Josie and Fletch go into the apartment building out of uniform to infiltrate. After getting past the desk guy, they learn Fango indeed does live here and go to his apartment. Fango doesn’t appear to be home and Fletch manages to break in through the front door. He and Josie look around the unkempt apartment for any clues they can use to help bust him and Josie finds a time and location written on a piece of paper in one of Fango’s jacket pockets. Fletch has Josie phone in an anonymous tip to the MBI where Hertz manages to write it down. Fletch fixes the lock as best he can but Fango comes back. Hans stalls him at the stairs and after shoving Josie out of the apartment, Fletch locks it and goes out the window. The three find each other and make a getaway in Fletch’s car, heading back to the MBI. Hans goes to shower up and head out while Josie and Fletch have a conversation, one which ends not so nicely before they seperate.
Meanwhile, McGrath takes time for a break at an old abandoned building. He produces a sort of PDA device and after fixing it, sets it down where an image of all beings Protocol appears. However this isn’t the Protocol of now for she is still in Dark Kat’s service as a cyberdemon. This is a Protocol who, like McGrath, is from the future. Things are revealed as the two converse for Protocol had lost some data and McGrath tells her all that’s transpired on how they got here in the past and why they left.
McGrath and Protocol are five years in the past and Protocol’s “construct” plus some of her memory data has been destroyed. Because of this, Protocol is unable to form into a solid biological kat and even has problems being acoherent and out of any device or what have you. It seems that an alien race called Latifrons ended up destroying the future. These same aliens created that static like being who had been after Stormcrow (who is for some reason immune to the being’s attack and what McGrath put to her forehead was the power her future self had gathered into a stone, this stone is to heighten her powers to her future self’s greater potential). The being was one of many advanced cyberdemons and is stuck back in time same as McGrath and Protocol are.
It seems Dark Kat gave the Latifrons information and they in turn gave him the means to eventually rule the planet, for them of course. The cyberkats , Enforcers, MBI and even finally the SWAT Kats failed in defending the planet and all were destroyed. So Protocol and McGrath as a last ditch effort joined forces and found a way via the alien’s technology to travel back into the past. However Protocol stayed behind and used her energy and her own self to explode and destroy the pursuing aliens and all that they had. McGrath managed to save 97% of her before he was sent into the past. Now he is trying to prepare everyone for the Latifrons’ future efforts for an attack which is why he got the anti-matter engine and anti-matter to the SWAT Kats, helped jumpstart the MBI earlier than his time, give Stormcrow ability to increase her powers and now activate what’s left of the future Protocol.
<JasonKorat> ::yes! Um… Trina stayed home packing. Is taking care of final arrangements before they leave::
<JosieLyons> ::is where else? her desk!::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::lounging in the breakroom on break!::
<JasonKorat> <Mark> ::is sending out a memo about who’ll be in charge during his absence::
<JosieLyons> ::have the agents received this memo?::
<FletchRyder> ::in the computer lab, comparing the address for Fango found within the folder Jase showed him with any information currently on record as to his whereabouts. would like to bust him as a test for the legitimacy of McGrath’s file::
<_Matt_> <Other Databases> :: don’t have much current information on Fango ::
<JasonKorat> <Mark> ::now they have. XD::
<JosieLyons> ::blinks at this memo. does it say why Trina ‘n Jase are leaving?::
<FletchRyder> ::almost glad to see that, as that would test the folder’s information completely. logs off, pops his neck, and gets up with a small grunt::
<JasonKorat> <Memo> ::talks about Trina and Jason heading out of town and Mark leaving due to a family emergency. Already talked to Feral. They’ll be sending a “Forge” to take over temporarily, which would be Joe and Tasha’s dead as Tashamun offered. XD::
<JosieLyons> ::frowns a little:: Forge…? <Surely they aren’t promoting Tashyra to this…> ::stands up, concerned and curious. goes to see if the Captain or Lieutenant or even director are in::
<FletchRyder> ((..lol! <Mark> ::throws Tasha and Joe onto the floor in very bad condition:: <Tash’nJoe> X_x <Mark> Take that as a warning to you all not to mess around while we’re gone! <Others> ::guuuii!::))
<JasonKorat> ::is in. Mark faxed it from home. XD::
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))
<JasonKorat> ((:SOOOOOOOOODEAD!!::))
<JosieLyons> ::knocks on Jase’s door::
<JasonKorat> Come in. ::putting things away in his files::
<JosieLyons> ::opens door and enters office. stands straight at attention and salutes:: Sir, may I speak with you a moment, sir?
<JasonKorat> ::looks up: Sure, Lyons. What’s on your mind?
<JosieLyons> ::stops saluting and closes the door behind herself. holds out the memo:: I recieved this at my desk when I came into work, sir.
<_Matt_> ((<Josie> I deserve the promotion! Not her! <Tasha> Oh yeah? <Josie> Yeah! <Jason> :: sighs :: Alright, I’ll go see if Thunderdome’s got any openings for this afternoon. Hey, I think I still have the discount melee weapons coupon too… ))
<JasonKorat> ::takes it, reads:: I see.
<JosieLyons> ((::dies::))
<JasonKorat> ((:DEAD!!::
<JasonKorat> I didn’t realize the director had to leave town, too.
<FletchRyder> ::decides to approach Jason about checking out the location listed in connection with Fango, but without a warrant is unsure if they could actually bring him in under any charges. stops in the breakroom to consider his pitch to the Captain and grab an orange::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JosieLyons> May I ask where it is you and the Lieutenant are going sir? And… surely the Forge you speak of isn’t Tashyra…?
<_Matt_> ((<Fletch> If only I could explain it as an annonymous tip…:: thinks :: oh wait…))
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::glances up ‘n over to see Fletch entering. reading the paper on the sofa, halfway laying on it with a foot propped on the cushions:: Hey Ryder. We ready to go bust some tail from that folder of mystery?
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<JasonKorat> Sulfer’s got a family emergency. The liutenant and I are heading for Tokyo to help with a benefit concert. And, no, the Forge in charge would be their father from the Twilight City Enforcers.
<FletchRyder> Hey Lynx. ::grabbing an orange from a bowl on the countertop:: Well, I hope so. I was going to throw the idea of checking out that Fango guy’s location for starters, just to make sure we’re not getting in over our heads. I’d hate to walk right into a trap, especially after hearing your theory about this McGrath kat.
<JosieLyons> Benifit concert? ::quirks brow:: For the MBI… in Tokyo?
<JasonKorat> :shakes his head:: For the Live10 concert. Money goes out to the poor, to disease research… the works.
<JosieLyons> ((benefit even))
* _Matt_ is now known as McGrath
<JosieLyons> <Hans> ::smirks:: Does that mean you agree with my theory then?
<JosieLyons> And… they need you in Tokyo for that? I don’t understand. ::doesn’t know he and Trina are inna band XD::
<JasonKorat> ::realizes this now. They haven’t told ANYBODY about them. Well, save for Joe, but he found out through Trina, so… XD:: We’re… in a band. ::rubs the back of his neck::
<FletchRyder> Look, all I’m saying is that it’s a legitimate claim at this point, and I for one plan to keep my eyes on all the possibilities. ::takes a large out of his orange, peel and all as custom::
<McGrath> :: with the last delivery to the SWAT Kats completed, makes way to an old abandonned building, entering quietly, finding a stack of old crates and taking a seat. Removes hooded sweatshirt and sets it aside. ::
<McGrath> ((<Jason> We’re like the Osmonds, except we’re poor… ))
<JosieLyons> A band sir…? ::disbelief::
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::notes that:: You forgot to peel that. ::looks back at his paper:: Just let me know when you’re ready for me to go with for investigating the ‘nip fiend.
<JasonKorat> ::small, small sigh. Reaches into his desk drawer and gives her a CD::
<McGrath> :: withdraws some tools, and sets them on a crate, using it as a makeshift workbench. Pulls out what looks to be a damanged piece of equipment, similiar to a palm pilot ::
<FletchRyder> ::nods, taking another large bite out of the orange::
<McGrath> :: flips the device on its side, and using two probe-like tools, makes adjustments, as a bit of smoke and the ocasional spark ensues ::
<JosieLyons> ::takes the CD curiously, peers at the cover. eyes widen a moment and she looks up at him:: I had no idea, sir… that both of you were professional… <Oh yey! We have half a garage band gone pro for superior officers?> ::frowns and hands it back to him. opens mouth as if to say something but stops::
<JosieLyons> <Hans> I still say we should go after the bigger prizes. ::flips page in paper over::
<McGrath> ((<McGrath> :: engineers a tragic accident invovling the destruction of all of Jase’s Bands albumbs, thus ensuring his continued MBI career :: Not to mention I’m doing everyone elses ears a favor too))
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES!::))
<FletchRyder> ::finishes his fruit and then wipes his fingers with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash on his way out::
<JasonKorat> ::eyes her:: Go ahead. Whatever you have in mind, I can take it.
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::just grins as he continues reading the paper::
<FletchRyder> ((<Josie> Well, it’s just that.. I have this CD.. and I thought it was the Chipmunk’s Christmas Album, sir.))
<McGrath> :: after a few more moments, turns the device over and switches it on, causing it to project a grayscaled and slightly transparent individual. :: Protocol.
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!:: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ::HATES that song XD::))
<JosieLyons> ::takes in a deep breath then exhales:: Don’t you think it’s time to give up this career for a more important one sir? It’s obviously interferring with both you and the Lieutenant’s work. ::stands straight, looking at him seriously in the eyes::
<McGrath> ((<Sagey> :: to her all of the “music” just sounds like a marathon of ear-bleeding badness, hence referring to it as a singular item ::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JasonKorat> ((:DEAD!!::))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::image staticy at first. scowls at McGrath:: Well, about time you let me get a bit of a breather by activating this stupid thing. ::image flickers every so often but remains stable:: At least you are looking better this time around. ::usual smirk::
<JosieLyons> ((::DIES the chipmunks! UGH hates them so::))
<JasonKorat> I’m aware. ::smiles at her gently:: And, we’ve considered that. But, part of the money that we’re getting also goes to the Bureau. It’s like a second paycheck.
<JosieLyons> ::shakes her head. still not pleased:: Who is this Forge then that’s coming in?
<McGrath> Sounds right… :: makes a few adjustments to the device to get the color balanced a bit better::
<FletchRyder> ::makes his way down the hall towards the captain’s office::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Wotch whot you’re doing there! ::folds arms:: If you break this thing then I might as well be lost.
<McGrath> In a sense you already are :: frowns :: Most of your recent memory files didn’t survive the data transfer. What’s that last thing you remember?
<JasonKorat> Already told you. He’s Forge’s father, from the Twilight City Enforcers. And, he might be just a tad stricter than Sulfer, so…
<McGrath> ((<Jason> Make sure you guys wear pants that day ))
<FletchRyder> ((LOL))
<JasonKorat> ((<Josie> Strict?! ::arms in air:: HALELUYA!!!! <Jason> You… need professional help. You know that, right? ::as Josie hugs him and dances around::
<JasonKorat> ))
<JasonKorat> ((::dead, McG!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<FletchRyder> ::comes up to Jason’s door, giving it a few knocks::
<JasonKorat> Come in.
<JosieLyons> That so? ::frown goes away at that to more satisfied look. then wonders how someone like Tasha could behave with a strict father::
<FletchRyder> ::enters, closing the door behind him and offering a brisk salute as he stands rigid, only offering a quick glance Josie’s way:: Captain, I was wondering if I might discuss a matter involving that folder you showed Agent Lynx and I the other day.
<JasonKorat> ::pops his neck:: Sure. :to Fletch::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::pauses now, retrieving memories:: I remember gathering data… information on the Megakat Bureau of Investigation as well as doing research for neuro implants for… a project. ::chuckles::
<McGrath> Do you remember me?
<JosieLyons> ::looks at Fletch curiously but looks back to Jason. will exit if told, otherwise stays put::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Unfortunately… how could I forget YOU.
<JasonKorat> ((<Protocol> Vaguely. For some reason, I have the feeling of getting an ulcer at the sight of your face.))
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))
<FletchRyder> We had talked about looking into one of the felons listed in the file to see if it was legitimate, and I believe I’ve found a sufficient candidate to test it’s validity. ::tells him about Fango and how there’s no current information at to possible locations on any of their files::
<JasonKorat> ::wants Josie to listen in on this, too. XD::
<JasonKorat> ::arches a brow:: And, you believe all this is credible?
<JosieLyons> ::looking at Ryder now as she listens::
<McGrath> Allow me to fill you in then. We’re five years in the past from your last memory.
<FletchRyder> Well, sir, if we find Fango at the location listed in the file, it would give us some undeniable proof. And if we don’t, then we know it’s a hoax, or at least that Fango’s relocated between now and the time you received the file.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Oh really? Five years ago from the current memory would mean I wouldn’t be in a bloody PDA, but- ::doesn’t finish the thought::
<McGrath> Your construct was ahnihilated. You’re lucky to be in the situation you’re in.
<JasonKorat> ::eyes him, then looks to Lyons:: Who will you be taking with you?
<JasonKorat> ::to Fletch, that is::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Mind telling me then how I ended up in YOUR horrible paws? Oh and while you’re at it, how we traveled through TIME? ::folds arms, scowling::
<FletchRyder> I thought I’d leave that to your discretion, sir.
<JosieLyons> ::returns the look. wouldn’t object to going:: <Hans>::I would! ;_;::
<McGrath> You should be able to recall a conversation we had at a cafe’. It invovled our first non-combatative encounter after all.
<JasonKorat> Lyons, you up to it?
<JasonKorat> ((>Protocol> Ah yes. You threatened to pour hot coffee on me and I threatened to stuff your ears with creamer))
<JosieLyons> Of course, sir.
<FletchRyder> ::blinks, eyebrows raising some. looks at her side-long, as he was honestly expecting Lynx to be assigned::
<FletchRyder> ((lol!))
<JasonKorat> ::nods:: Take Lynx with you as well. I want the three of you to concentrate on this task. Report back to (Commander? Lt. Commander?) Forge in full detail.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::pauses a moment retrieving memory:: You were going on about someone possibly trying to destroy me who was oooh from the future. ::wiggles fingers annoyingly. mun thinks that was it XD that was long time ago ;D::
<JosieLyons> ((He’s Commander))
<McGrath> It was a theory, and it was right.
<JasonKorat> ((Thankies! XD))
<FletchRyder> .. Commander Forge, sir? ::said slowly, not sure what he’s talking about. didn’t get the memo XP::
<JosieLyons> Sir, yes sir.
<JosieLyons> ::glances at Ryder::
<JasonKorat> Director Sulfur is out on a family emergency. Lt. Korat and myself will be heading to Tokyo. In our absence, Commander Forge from Twilight City will be taking our place of command.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Then why are we in the PAST instead of the FUTURE to get rid of whoever dares to put me in such a broken state?!
<FletchRyder> Ah. Very good then, Captain. ::salutes::
<JasonKorat> ((<McG> Cuz’. <Protocol> Cuz? <McG> I like to torment you. >3 <Protocol> ::ZAPPO!::))
<JasonKorat> If there is anything else…?
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<JosieLyons> ((::busts up!::))
<FletchRyder> ::shakes his head, looks to Josie::
<JosieLyons> ::looks at Jason and shakes her head:: No, I suppose not sir.
<JasonKorat> ;:nods:: Very well. Dismissed.
<FletchRyder> Thank you, sir. ::is a saluting machine. turns on his heel and opens the door for Lyons::
<JosieLyons> ::salutes now as well, turns on heel after Ryder and exits the room into the hall::
<FletchRyder> ::closes door behind them and then starts for the breakroom::
<JasonKorat> ::siiiiink into his chair, head in arms:: <You can do this. Three weeks. You can do this…>
<McGrath> It’s not an option. The future has been destroyed by ‘them.’ I suppose you could call it unsportsmanlike.
<JosieLyons> So… where is it we are going to find Fango?
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> … I could if I know who these “them” are. ::frowns:: Who destroyed the future? Who did this to me? … did anyone but us survive? ::asks the last more quietly::
<FletchRyder> Cityscape Apartments, number 14. It’s located in the lower rent district of the city. Not a good place to be after dark.
<JasonKorat> ::so wraps things up in his office and leaves instructions for Comm. Forge. Needs to make one last stop before he heads home::
<FletchRyder> ((<Jase> Ahhh… ::enters the little tom’s room::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!::))
<JosieLyons> ::nods:: I’m aware of that. And I’m going armed of course. ::smiles a little:: You have a plan?
<JasonKorat> ::drives, for sooth! Heads for Ann’s apartment. Whether or not she’s there is up to her mun. Will just leave the package with the apartment doorman if she isn’t. XD:
<JasonKorat> ((<Fletch> We sing Christmas Carols until he screams for mercy! Ahahaha! <Josie> …))
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!:: <Annie> GIMMIE PRESENT!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol!!))
<JasonKorat> ((<Doorman> But… he said to give it to y… <Ann> ::TACKLE:: PRESENT! @_@))
<JosieLyons> ((::laughs::))
<FletchRyder> Without a warrant to make an arrest or even search this location, there’s little we can do but stake-out the joint and verify whether he lives there or not. ::knocks on the doorframe of the breakroom:: Lynx, we’re going after Fango.
<McGrath> ‘Them’ are the Latifrons. They’re an alien race the same as the interstellar pirate known as Mutilor was. This particular group of them has taken it upon themselves to conquer the galaxy. They move from world to world, enslaving populaces and stealing technology. Their methods vary from covert usurptions to global assaults.
<JosieLyons> <Hans> ::sits up quickly:: Alright. ::stands and puts the paper aside. goes over to them:: Ready for duty.
<JosieLyons> ((<Protocol> They sound like pansy girlies to me.))
<JasonKorat> ::buzzes the buzzor that buzzes to the apartment that has the buzzer that alerts the tenant by buzzing::
<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> They start by completely zapping every donut on the face of the planet, rendering all agents of law enforcement completely powerless. <Protocol> …))
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!::))
<JasonKorat> ((:DEAD!:: <McG> Yes, they ARE a bunch of pansies. Go say ‘ello to de’ pansies))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> And which was Felinus? Global assault?
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::what is this buzzing in my head? ;D oh issa someone at the door! had fallen asleep on her sofa. day off y’see, been working long and late the previous night. presses intercom:: Yes?
<McGrath> No, quite the opposite… at first. They knew that a direct assault would be met with heavy resistance, and the time and resources needed would be too much. So, they got someone on the inside…
<JasonKorat> ::sorta shocked:: Holy kats, you’re home?
<FletchRyder> We’ll take my car. ::heads for the parking lot::
<JasonKorat> ((Thanks, “pansies”. Now I have that “I like to move it” Madagascar song in my head::))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> And that was… is… will be… whotever!
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Yes. I do have a couple days off occassionally. ::smirks:: I’m surprised YOU are off. I’ll let you in. ::presses button to do so::
<JasonKorat> ::chuckles:: Thanks. ::heads on upstairs::
<JosieLyons> and <Hans>::follow Fletch out to his jalopy XD::
<McGrath> Dark Kat. His prolonged absense was attributed to a strange form of radiation poisioning derived from the dark matter he horrded. The Latifrons had a cure, and Dark Kat had a scheme.
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::makes sure hair is straightened. wearing pair of dark blue jeans and a teal sweater of the year’s latest style of fashion. opens the door for him when he arrives::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::growls now:: Why am I not surprised… the bloody fool.
<FletchRyder> ::gets into the car and starts up his muscle car, sending a plume of smoke out the back::
<McGrath> He provided them with resources, points of contact, corrupt agents within the NSA, and most importantly, information about one of his most dangerous of creations.
<JasonKorat> ::was reaaaaching to knock when she opens:: Hey. ::smiles::
<JosieLyons> ::gets in passenger’s side as Hans got in the back. buckles up:: <Hans>::does as well:: Driver, away to the criminal’s estate. ::grins::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Cyberdemons. Of course. And whot did he hope he’d get in return for selling his entire planet out?
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::smiles back:: Come on in. ::motions for him to step inside. after he does so, shuts door and looks at him:: What’s the occassion, Jase?
<FletchRyder> ::smirks at that, driving out into the street towards the apartment complex::
<JosieLyons> We’re not making any arrests, we’re just here for confirmation. ::quietly tho can be heard:: Why the Captain sent three of us for that is beyond me…
<JasonKorat> Just wanted to top by and say
<JosieLyons> No arrests? What’s the fun in that? ::looks at Ryder::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>^
<JasonKorat> “Hi” and “bye.”
<JasonKorat> ((::beats “Enter” button::))
<JosieLyons> <Ann> … ::looks at him confused:: Well, you could’ve just called for that short message. ::chuckles a bit, leans against the back of a recliner in her livingroom::
<McGrath> In return, Dark Kat likewise had access to their technology and resources, and he was able to cure himself. He would be in essence the emisary of the Latifrons for the the planet, essentially, the ruler of the world.
<FletchRyder> The more eye witnesses to this the better. ::talks over his shoulder to Lynx:: We can’t touch Fango if we actually find him, because we don’t have a warrant. That means all look no touch.
<JasonKorat> ::laughs:; If it were possible, I would sent this through the phone, too. ::reaches into his pocket, pulls out a Christmas gift::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> They didn’t betray him?
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::leans back in his seat and sighs:: Well that’s dull. But what can you do, ey?
<McGrath> They didn’t get a chance to. After certain… incidents invovling Cyrillic and Mainframe, the aliens came to learn of… me.
<FletchRyder> ((<Present> Me WUV Yoooou!! <Ann> ::screams! Grabs baseball bat and starts pumelling Jase’s hand:: <Jase> Knew I should’ve thrown this away when I found it in my Burger King happy meal!))
<JosieLyons> <Ann> ::looks surprised:: Oh you didn’t have to do that… ::slaps him on the arm playfully and takes the box:: I hadn’t gotten you anything yet… I haven’t gotten anyone anything yet, been too busy. ::opens up the lil’ box and peers inside::
<JosieLyons> ((::DIEEEEEES::))
<JasonKorat> ((::DIIIIESDEAD!!!!:: Those things are so evil. XD Did you know they go “Wheeeeeeeeee!” when you kick them? </personal experience>))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! No, I didn’t, but I’d like to try it sometime.))
<JosieLyons> ((::dead:: THEY LIKE PAIN. Proof they are evil.))
<JasonKorat> ::chuckles:: Don’t worry about me. I won’t be here to get it anyway. ::smiles:: <Prezzie> ::issa pair of silver earrings and a bracelet to match. Bracelet has her birthstone inna middle, whatever it is. XD::
<JasonKorat> ((::DEAD!:))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Incidents? Whot did those two biological slaves do that even would bring interest in little ol’ YOU by an intergalatic race?
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::smiles at it:: Oh these are lovely! ::looking them over and goes to hug Jase! mawww::
<FletchRyder> ::entering the rougher part of town now, where almost every building has grafiti over it and litter is strewn all across the street and sidewalks::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Thank you, Jason!
<McGrath> Cyrillic became… obsessed with destroying Mainframe. I viewed that as a tactial opportunity that could not be overlooked. I trained her, instructed her in the ways of combat and strategy, to think beyond her programming. In short, I was attempting to get her to achieve self-actualization without the use of another biological entity.
<JasonKorat> ::hugs her back:: You’re most welcome.
<JosieLyons> ::sitting up alert. eying the streets as they drive on:: <Hans> ::hasn’t frequented this part of town before. glances out window::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::”sits” now in “the air” as it were in the image. silent waiting for him to continue::
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::lets him go:: But tell me, why aren’t you going to be here for Christmas?
<FletchRyder> There it is. ::makes a turn, nodding his head towards a run-down complex with a “Cityscape” sign running down the side of it, a few of the letters broken and even missing completely::
<JasonKorat> ::sits on the arm of one of her chairs: The band was offered to help with Live10 in Tokyo. And, with the money that gives us in return, it’ll help the Bureau a bit.
<McGrath> It didn’t work quite as I’d anticipated, The confrontation finally occured. I don’t know what happened to Mainframe, but he did not win. Dark Kat came out of seclusion shortly thereafter, and retook the “public” image of his criminal empire, banishing his daughter for failure and defeating Cyrillic. Before he destroyed her, he managed to extract certain information from her memory banks.
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Well they sure aren’t into the Mayor’s “Keep Megakat Clean” program are they? <Josie> ::eyes the complex, ignoring Hans::
<JosieLyons> <Ann>Oh wow! That sounds like a great opportunity but… can Mark handle the Bureau by himself all that time? ::closes the box now gently, holds onto it::
<FletchRyder> I don’t think anybody here would know or care who the mayor is. ::parks the car in front of the building::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Whot information could she possibly hold that’s so important?
<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> The secret ingredient in Bush’s Baked Beans. Dark Kat would kill anyone, anything, any planet for that.))
<JasonKorat> ::shakes his head: Mark’s got issues of his own – family emergency. Mom’s not doing too well. We asked the commander of Twilight City to take over temporarily. At least til we get back.
<JosieLyons> ::waits for Ryder to instruct them to exit. been to these types of neighborhoods, some friends from school lived around this part of town:: <Hans>::checks his own gun::
<JosieLyons> ((er – own))
<McGrath> Dark Kat learned of me, and certain MBI secrets that Cyrillic had managed to gain unbeknownst to myself and others. Dark Kat found out about the Bureau’s continued harboring of super-powered or otherwise unusual individuals who’d been of great trouble to him several times in the past. He also learned of Sypher and Matrix’s current whereabouts, along with yours and Driver’s. He informed the Latifrons, and they attacked.
<JosieLyons> ((::DIEES::))
<JosieLyons> <Ann> ::nods at that:: I hope he does a good job then. How’d you get ahold of a commander of the Enforcers?
<JasonKorat> Hes’ the father of a couple of our agents. Feral tracked him down.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> That is when they began their assault then? I imagine it would take a lot even for them to destroy one of us cyberkats or demons.
<FletchRyder> Easy back there, Lynx. We don’t want to start a shoot-out. <Especially after I just got the bullet’s from our last firefight out of my baby.> ::starts taking off the top part of his uniform, revealing a white t-shirt underneath::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> You just have all sorts of connections don’t you, Jase? ::grins::
<JasonKorat> :chuckles:: I do what I can. ::grins back::
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Hey I’m cool, just making sure I’m able to defend myself should trouble arise. ::gets out as well:: <Josie>::follows suit::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Well, a shame I won’t be seeing you for Christmas, but I hope everything goes well for you and Trina in Tokyo. You’ll like the city, wonderful kats there, little crime.
<McGrath> By that time, the fascade ended and the public assault began. Key locations were destroyed to minimize resitance. The MBI was one such target. Some died, others missing. They managed to get ahold of my then inert quantum technology.
<McGrath> They assimilated it, and weaponized it to a degree worse than I had imagined.
<JasonKorat> I can only hope it does go by a little fast.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> That was very stupid of you then wasn’t it? ::smirks at him::
<McGrath> That, combined with the cyberdemon technology supplied by Dark Kat made them very… difficult.
<FletchRyder> ::roots around under his seat for a moment and finds a MKU baseball cap. puts it on and then exits the vehicle:: One of you should stay here in case he’s not in and comes by. And, those uniforms aren’t helping our discreetness.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> How so?
<JosieLyons> <Hans and Josie>::glance at one another:: <Hans> Go with Ryder. I can handle things just fine here should someone come questioning. <Josie> ::quirks brow then removes her BPV, and jacket. just in her pants that are tucked into her boots and a black tank top. has gun on her person still. shuts the door and follows Ryder, mussing up her hair a bit::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::gets back in the car, removing his own BPV and jacket. has a white t-shirt on underneath::
<McGrath> :: frowns :: They found the Cyberkats, something I was never able to do. A surprise attack left them decimated. Many were wiped from existence. Shortly after that, the SWAT Kats were killed during a final resistance that proved ineffective.
<JosieLyons> <Ann> You don’t sound like you want to be there…
<JasonKorat> I don’t mind going. It’s just that… well, you know. No place like home for the holidays. ::smiles, slight, slight blush:: <And because you’re here, but I’m not saying that out loud>
<FletchRyder> ::goes up to the front door, clearing his throat some, and then enters, checking out the interior as he adjusts his hat a bit::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::frowns now at that::
<JosieLyons> ::checks from the sides before going inside after Ryder, looking around::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> ::laughs a little at that:: Well will you be back by New Year’s?
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::curious at his blushing but doesn’t say anything of it::
<JasonKorat> I should be, knock on wood. :smiles::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Well then it’s only Christmas. And Trina will be with you. ::smiles too:: I’ll have to catch the broadcast on Live10 to see you on Christmas myself.
<FletchRyder> <Interior> ::just as shoddy as the exterior, with cockroaches visibly crawling along the creaky wood floor. a plump, balding kat in a greasy white tank top is leaned back in a chair at the front desk napping::
<McGrath> They had won, so you and I decided that something had to be done. The alien communication network that Dark Kat had used to attempt to take over the Zarhabi world was still in existence. You and I used that to get to their home-planet, where after a difficult struggle we managed to steal a prototype device of their’s, based on my technology from the future. :: holds up his right arm, showing the strange alien-technology attached to his fore-arm
<JasonKorat> Make sure you have earplugs. ::grins::
<JosieLyons> ::looks at said kat as she and Ryder near the desk. stays quiet for the moment::
<JosieLyons> ((attached to his fore-arm” anything after that?))
<McGrath> ::
<JasonKorat> ((BRBRQ!))
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::laughs and nudges him:: Oh you. I like your music.
<JosieLyons> ((okiee!)0
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::raises brow:: What does it do? I’ve obviously not seen anything like it before…
<FletchRyder> ::scanning the rest of the front lobby, not seeing anyone else. leans down next to Josie’s ear to whisper:: You should probably do the talking. By the looks of this guy, he’s more likely to give in to a pretty face.
<JasonKorat> ((Back))
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> ::snorts, snore, grunt, itching himself as he sniffs deeply and smacks his lips together in sound sleep::
<JasonKorat> Oh? I haven’t shattered any windows yet? :grins;
<JosieLyons> ((wb!))
<FletchRyder> ((WB))
<McGrath> It’s a time-manipulator. It allows the user to travel forwards and backwards in time, as well as alter the current flow of time, increasing or decreasing the “speed.” It’s also a weapon, able to project a spear-like portrusion that can erase the targetted object from existence. There is nothing that can withstand this weapon, except…
<JosieLyons> ::whispers back:: Thanks for the compliment. ::grins a brief moment at him then steps up to the desk. knocks on the top of it:: Hey. HEY.
<JasonKorat> ((Thankies!))
<JosieLyons> <Ann> No, not in my apartment anyway. I’d bill you if you had. ::snickers::
<JasonKorat> ::laughs:: Good to hear!
<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::didn’t like the sound of the “erasing” part of it::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Except…?
<JosieLyons> <Ann> You want something to drink, Jase? I’ve got eggnog. ::smiles at him::
<JasonKorat> I’d like that.
<FletchRyder> ::just blinks at her, cocking an eyebrow:: <Clerk> ::snor-:: Geh, beh, huh? ::tipping forward in his chair, shaken out of his nap:: Whaddaya’ want? ::gruffly, rubbing his eyes as he stands up with a yawn, giving the immediate area a not so pleasant aroma::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> C’mon then. Let me put these away first though. Head on into the kitchen. ::goes back to her bedroom and sets the box on her dresser with a fond smile. decides to put the jewelry on before going in there. wasn’t wearing any ((sticktomycheeks)) earrings so doesn’t take much time. slips on bracelet as she returns to the kitchen::
<McGrath> Stormcrow. She was immune to the weapon’s effects. Her magical prowess had grown quite exponentially since your last memory. That didn’t stop them from killing her through more imaginative means, however, before she died she transfered her life-force into a talisman, the proverbial “magic battery.”
<JasonKorat> ::nods, heads over there::
<JosieLyons> ::frowning:: I’m lookin’ for a friend of mine but I ain’t sure if he’s still livin’ here or not. ::hand on hip, leans her weight on one leg more than the other, slouching a little::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Which powered whot? The device of yours?
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::smiles at him as she comes back in the kitchen. goes to the fridge and pulls out a carton of eggnog. sets on the table:: You going to worry about your Bureau while you’re gone? ::gets out two glasses::
<McGrath> No, I actually applied it to her present self in this timeline. She should be feeling the effects soon enough, but it’s enough to keep her safe for now.
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> A friend, eh-aaaaay? ::getting a good look at Josie now, eyes widen and he takes on a warmer complexion:: Well-heh-ell, sure you’re not looking for any new friends, chicky?
<JosieLyons> No I ain’t, mister. ::smirks at him::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> You spoke with her then?
<JasonKorat> I know i”m going to try not to, but I know I will.
<JosieLyons> <Ann> ::laughs a little as she pours them both a glass of the nog. hands him his and puts the carton back in the fridge:: Well I’ll call you if there’s a major scoop going on over there.
<McGrath> Not exactly… :: continues :: Once we managed to take the device from their planet, I needed to use it to go to the past, but we were pursued, and if they were left intact they’d merely undo whatever I accomplished. So, you did something very uncharacteristic.
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> ::hmms, scratching his chin:: Well, client privacy issues bein’ what they are and all, I’m not sure I’m at libertay to gives ya’ that soit of information, chicky. ::cocky smirk::
<JasonKorat> ::chuckles: Hey, let me do the calling. Long distance is expensive. :grins, thanks her for the ‘nog::
<JosieLyons> Ya sure about that, mister? ::reaches in her pocket:: <This Fango BETTER be here is all I can say…> ::pulls out a twenty and places it on the desk, keeping it under her hand::
<JosieLyons> <PRotocol> And whot, pray tell, is that?
<McGrath> You found their energy source, and destroyed yourself, in effect, destroying them.
<JosieLyons> <Ann> And who has a bigger paycheck, Jase? ::smirks and sips her nog::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> I did whot? ::laughs a little:: Then how is it I’m still here in this condition?
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> ::face perks up at that gesture, as his eyes light up at the money under her hand:: Well, I am technically on break… Who ya’ lookin’ for, chicky? ::putting his hand on the other end of the twenty::
<McGrath> I downloaded your operating system and memory files, shortly before your construct became incontactable. 97% isn’t too bad.
<JasonKorat> ::mock sigh:: Well, if you insist…
<JosieLyons> Name’s Fango. Apartment 14 last I spoke with ‘im.
<JosieLyons> ::keeps her hand on that 20, until he tells her something that is::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> I do. Not like you can stop me from doing so. ::chuckles::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> It isn’t complete though and therefore isn’t good. … did my sacrifice work?
<JasonKorat> ::finishes his nog:: Yeah, well… ::grinning::
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> Lemme’ check. ::tugs at the 20 a bit, but seeing she isn’t letting it go, takes on a sour expression as he goes to check his registry:: Let’s see here… Fango, Fango.. yup, room 14.
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Yeah well what?
<JosieLyons> ::lets go of the 20 with a smile:: Thanks, mister. I ‘preciate it.
<McGrath> It did… mostly. One of ‘them’ made it back with me. It’s been trailing my every move so far, only a step behind. I’ve been engineering events since arriving here, getting the MBI jumpstarted early, because in the end it’ll be them and everyone associated with them in the very near future that’ll be able to change events.
<FletchRyder> ::eyes momentarilly widen. thought this was a long shot at best, but now there’s some proof that the file might actually be real::
<JosieLyons> ::turns to Ryder:: C’mon.
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> ::takes the 20 quickly, looking around with a smug smile:: If you have any more friends here, chicky, you be sure and visit me too, eh?
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> You sure it’s only one?
<JasonKorat> ::just shakes his head: Nope, can’t stop you.
<JosieLyons> ::rolls eyes as her back’s to the clerk:: Sure sure, mister. ::exits the room::
<FletchRyder> ::as they turn away from the grody clerk:: Maybe we should check out his apartment. Make sure it’s really him and not someone just using the name.
<JosieLyons> S’what I’m thinking. Just to make sure that sleeze isn’t yanking our tails. ::quietly to him::
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::finishes her nog and looks at him thoughtfully:: When are you coming back by the way?
<JasonKorat> A couple days after New Year’s give or take.
<FletchRyder> Oh, I don’t know. ::as they approach the stairwell since the elevator has an “out of order” sign decorating it:: He seemed like a real honest gent to me.
<JasonKorat> If not earlier.
<JosieLyons> <Ann> I hope it’s earlier. ::smiles::
<JasonKorat> ::grins:: Really?
<McGrath> Only one, and it’s not just an ordinary Latifron either. It’s a next-generation Cyberdemon, equiped with a time-manipulator and dark matter energy core. Luckily, the time travel ability has been damaged, so he’s stuck on the same plane as us, but it still has the ability to speed up and slow down existing time, as well as use the time-spear to erase anything from existence.
<JosieLyons> ::smirks:: Yeah. Honest. I’ve got some seaside property in Nevada to sell you too. ::goes up the stairs::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Well sure. What you think I want you to stay in Tokyo forever battling it out with Godzilla?
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Well that’s just lovely. How does one even begin to destroy such a thing… without me self destructing that is?
<JasonKorat> You know I can take him. ::smirk, sets his glass in the sink::
<FletchRyder> ::chuckles a bit, as they reach the second level:: This should be it. ::opens the door, trying to be quiet by the squeaky door doesn’t help that much::
<FletchRyder> ::^but::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> ::laughs:: Take him? Maybe take him a few seconds to scrape you off the bottom of his foot. You’d be flatter than a CD.
<FletchRyder> ((<Jase> You see, I have this giant butterfly… <Ann> Um, pretty sure you don’t have it anymore. <Jase> .. well, it did run away from home.. ten years ago…))
<JosieLyons> ::looks out into hall as he loudly opened the door XD::
<McGrath> That’s still being worked on, but for now, avoiding it is best. It’ll keep low-profile, just like I am. We both have objectives to fullfill. It’s already begun to take steps to speed up his side’s presence here as well, going so far as to attract one of the Latifron probes to this planet.
<JosieLyons> ((::dies!!:: <Jase> It didn’t like being kept in my Poke’ball. ))
<JasonKorat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!::)
<McGrath> It landed in the dessert recently and broadcast the planet’s coordinates.
<JasonKorat> Well, since you have sooooooo much confidence in me, I’ll just have to prove it.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Then how much time do you think will it be before this all begins to repeat itself?
<FletchRyder> Clear. ::letting out a held breath. walks casually down the holey carpet, looking at the numbers on the door as they progressively increase::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Prove it? ::looks at him oddly::
<McGrath> Under normal circumstances it would take a minimum of a year, but with the Cyberdemon influencing events, as well as myself, it could be a matter of weeks until something substnatial occurs.
<JasonKorat> Yes. I shall go after him with… um… ::looks around, grabs up something;:: a butter knife!
<JosieLyons> ::goes along with, slouching some, putting hands in pockets. walks along and sees 14:: Here we go. ::quietly to Fletch::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Then what do you propose we do about it? By my calculations, none of us have rebelled from Dark Kat yet to aid the MBI which has barely begun as you’ve said. I’ve no idea where the SWAT Kats are either.
<McGrath> I’ve taken certain… precautions with the SWAT Kats.
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::snorks:: Oh yes, that will scare him. ::grins::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Such as?
<FletchRyder> ::tries the door, then turns to Josie:: Lyons, check down the hall.
<JasonKorat> I can only hope. ::sets the knife down:: Anyway,I better get going, Annie. Thanks for the nog.
<JosieLyons> ::nods, quickly does so. sees no one?::
<McGrath> I’ve provided them with a supply of anti-matter and a matter-anti-matter reactor. They’ll know how to put it to good use should a public altercation occur.
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::maw, disappointed look. stands:: You sure you can’t stay awhile? When are you leaving?
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Those two biologicals in pajamas even capable of using such technology?
<JasonKorat> Tomorrow morning.
<FletchRyder> ::while she’s checking, can probably hear a rather loud noise behind her, that of a door being forcibly pushed in:: Um, Lyons. ::clearing throat some, nodding to the wide open door of number 14:: It’s unlocked.
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Well can I see you off then? ::smiles, walks with him to the door::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> What time is your flight?
<JasonKorat> I’d like that. And, it’s at 10 a.m.
<JosieLyons> ::blinks, hurries over to him:: get in then before someone sees. ::glances round::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Alright then. 10 am. And thanks again for the present. ::flicks one of her earrings::
<JasonKorat> You’re most welcome, again. ::grins, hugs her gently::
<FletchRyder> Yes, ma’am. ::moves in cautiously, scanning the messy room before him under the bill of his cap::
<McGrath> They’ll manage.
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::hugs him back, gives him an extra squeeze before letting him go:: I always told you you’d be going places. About time you have. ::winks::
<JasonKorat> ::laughs:: Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.
<JosieLyons> ::goes in after him, shuts door behind themselves and leans against it a moment. glances round the room quickly, hand ready to grab her weapon should she need to::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> … McGrath… ::”stands” now in the image:: You mentioned the cyberkats were destroyed. ::voice softer tone:: Was… is Driver one of them?
<McGrath> …
<FletchRyder> <Room> ::filthy, messy, and has an unpleasant odor of dirty laundry intermingled with a hint katnip:: <Ryder> ::checks the bathroom and closet for any sign of someone, and signals Josie that it’s all clear::
<FletchRyder> ::^of::
<JosieLyons> <Ann> Bright and early. ::opens door for him::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Was he?! I demand to know.
<JasonKorat> Bright and early. ::gives her another hug, and turns and goes::
<JosieLyons> <Ann>::smiles at him. watches him start down the stairs before shutting her door. goes to get her shoes and coat on to go shopping before Jase leaves tomorrow::
<McGrath> The Driver you knew, is dead.
<JasonKorat> ((<Driver> Muuuuuuuuuun!!!! <Sage> I had no bio at the time for you. <Driver> ::CRIES!::)
<JosieLyons> ::wrinkles her nose at the unpleasent smell. when he signals she too goes in where he’s gone::
<JosieLyons> ((::dead!::))
<FletchRyder> ((lol))
<JasonKorat> ((And, I need bed. Heading out, guys. I’ll keep the character LJs updating and the forum RP, too. xD))
<JosieLyons> ((lol okiee! Night bebbe and safe trip! ::hugs::))
<FletchRyder> ((Cool, have a good one, Sagems!))
<JasonKorat> ((thankies! Night all! I maaaaaaay try to sneak in an RP sometime. XD ::hugs back::))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::growls now, clenching fists. image flickers staticy a few times then goes back to normal:: Whot else do you intend to do to stop this?
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<JosieLyons> Why is it these types never clean after themselves… ::says quietly, avoiding touching anything XD::
<FletchRyder> See if you can find some sort of ID, or picture, anything. We need unmistakable proof that this is the Fango we’re looking for. ::starts carefully rooting through a desk by the bed::
<JosieLyons> ::nods. shudders. moves things on the floor with a foot to see under them. wishes she brought some latex gloves. checks pants on floor and a jacket in closet::
<McGrath> Whatever is neccesary. :: matter of factly :: It’s not the first time I’ve been in such a situation, and i dount that it will be the last.
<FletchRyder> <Jacket> ::in left-side pocket, contains a folded piece of paper::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::unclenches her fists now and folds arms around herself. thinking. after a few moments:: We need to free the cyberdemons Dark Kat has created to give the SWAT Kats back up. There should at least be twenty… ::checking memory:: Sypher already created, then my batch.
<FletchRyder> ::bent over the desk, not finding any ‘nip but certainly can detect it in the air::
<McGrath> That can’t be done.
<JosieLyons> ::pulls out the paper, opens it up to see what’s on it::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Then we need to speed up their rebellion from him.
<McGrath> Sypher hasn’t been released from his Cyberdemon programming by getting his so-called “soul” from a biological yet. Until that occurs, we have no leeway.
<McGrath> And, I’ve already taken measures to “speed” that up.
<FletchRyder> <Paper> ::scribbled on with pen:: “Dock 8, 2:30 AM- 3rd load”
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> ::mrrrs:: You have? Doing whot?
<JosieLyons> ::reads that, flips it over for more info, then to Ryder:: I’ve found something.
<FletchRyder> ::looks up from the desk, sliding it shut:: What? ::goes over to her::
<McGrath> I’ve managed to get the attention of this timeline’s Dark Kat. It’s since transferred to the MBI, and he’s having Sypher and I assume Matrix do reconaissance work. They’ve been brought into awareness of each other months ahead of schedule, and the innevitable will occur. Sypher will merge and be turned.
<JosieLyons> ::shows him the paper:: This looks like a recent paper, not too old…
<JosieLyons> perhaps a ‘nip shipment.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> How do you know? He never did tell me who his “dad” was, though it wasn’t anyone at the MBI.
<FletchRyder> ::looks it over:: Yeah, looks like it. ::checks watch:: Think that went down this morning, or later tonight?
<JosieLyons> … well, one way to find out. ::folds the paper back and slips it in the pocket from where she got it::
<McGrath> It will happen, the MBI’s involvement is the catalyst to everything.
<FletchRyder> We.. can’t use that information, Lyons. We can’t use anything we might find in here. ::hating to admit it, but knows they have to follow the rules to some degree if they want to really nail Fango::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> And so is Dark Kat’s.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Whot if that thing has contacted him already?
<JosieLyons> ::sighs:: I forgot we don’t have a warrant…
<FletchRyder> ((<McGrath> I’ve fixed that too. I’ve listed Dark Kat’s phone number on every possible telemarketing list on Felinus. That should keep his line busy for at least six months.))
<McGrath> It won’t, not until after the Cyberkat Rebellion. If it interferes with Dark Kats developmental process at this point it risks losing control of the situation. Dark Kat was near death when they appealed to him before.
<JosieLyons> ((::diies!::))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> … well then perhaps you shouldn’t have begun a spark towards rebellion among the cyberdemons.
<FletchRyder> ::suddenly snaps his head up with a half-smile, as an idea comes to him:: We might not be able to do anything, but if someone were to anonymously call the Bureau with a tip…
<McGrath> It’s critical, because without friendly Cyberkat assistance resulting from MBI intervention, the Latrifrons will destroy this planet within a year.
<JosieLyons> ::looks at him and smiles:: Then it would have to be checked out. ::bites bottom lip nervous about sneaking and not following rules completely lol::
<FletchRyder> <Car> ::pulls up outside the Cityscape, and out of it staggers a familiar looking figure::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Not all of them rebelled though. Not so quickly anyway. Myself included. ::bitterly admits::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::keeping an eye out. sees the car and the figure:: Crud… ::Grabs up radio:: Heads up, our boy’s come home. Repead, our boy’s come home.
<McGrath> That will be dealt with once we have something to deal at it. In the meantime, this strategy that has the best chance of success.
<FletchRyder> Now you’re getting the idea. ::picks up the phone, and offers it to her:: Care to do the honors while I try and fix the lock on the door?
<JosieLyons> ((Repeat^))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> I need to get myself repaired so I can function properly outside of this PDA.
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::sniffling, rubs under his nose with a finger, slowly walking into the front door with a sack of groceries::
<JosieLyons> Er me? Here? Why would he call in to spoil that shipment?
<McGrath> I don’t possess the technology to create a Cyberdemon construct. Only Dark Kat and Matrix possessed the information, and Matrix presently doesn’t have that, and Dark Kat won’t be of great assistance. :: thinks :: Granted, we may not have to create anything…
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::slaps forehead remembering they don’t have their radios on. gets out of the car and approaches Fango::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> You have THAT stupid thing on your arm with all of that advanced technology yet you can’t create something more useful? ::groans::
<FletchRyder> They’re not going to trace the call. Just make it under twenty seconds and put on a southern accent if you’re so worried about it. ::pushing the phone towards her. doesn’t like how sticky it feels::
<JosieLyons> ::blinks at that then reluctantly takes the phone:: oh ew… fine. ::dials up the Bureau’s number::
<McGrath> Keep in mind, that Cyberdemon technology was never catalogued, hence my awareness of it prior to finding myself with the MBI was near non-existant. I’ve been slowly learning as much as I can about you and your compatriots. To say the lease, you’re all quite unorthodox.
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::doesn’t notice Hans approaching as he makes his way into the lobby and heads for the stairs::
<McGrath> I’ve learned how to kill you, but not how to create you.
<FletchRyder> ::smiles lightly, giving up the phone and then going to try and patch up the door some::
<McGrath> ((<McGrath> Unfortunately I was undergoing some kind of brain-wash and torture combo whilst that whole Lil Byte incident occured. Hey, how’d I know about that…))
<JosieLyons> <Hans> ::runs up behind Fango:: Hey man… wait up. ::says as he reaches Fango at the stairs:: I need to talk to you, you can get me some of the good stuff right yeah I know you can I heard you can Fringo.
<FletchRyder> <Phone> ::riiing. riiing. rii-:: Helloo*huff*ooo, MBI, *puff* Agent Hertz speaking.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> Then why didn’t you get that information from Cyrillic?
<JosieLyons> ((LOL!))
<McGrath> :: points at fading scars on his face ::
<JosieLyons> Y’all best be gettin’ dawyun ta Dock 8 t’niight at 2:30 am, mister, cause there’s gonna be sumthan goin’ dawyun thar that’s all illegal liake.
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::turns around, startled at this kat’s sudden appearance and spouting of information:: Beat it, ya’ bum! I don’t got what you want.
<JosieLyons> <Protocol>::sneers:: You just don’t have a way with females do you?
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Aw man, help a brother out. ::rubs nose:: I know you do, got somma that goooood stuuuuuff.
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::tries to yank on his tail::
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::long pause on other end:: I’m sorry, I don’t speak French or whatever that is, ma’am. Could you maybe talk.. slower and.. more English? ::still breathing heavilly, as if he ran, and stumbled a few times, to get to the phone::
<McGrath> Some have mentioned that I don’t have a way with anyone :: dryly, then walks over and picks up the device, turning off the hologram and attaching it back to his belt. Puts a receiver in his ear :: I’ve switched you to audio and video mode. You can see what I see and communicate directly to me. I’m going to need an extra set of eyes.
<JosieLyons> Dock 8, 2:30am! TONIGHT! ::hangs up::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> <Hey! Ask me before doing that! I’m not your personal assistant.>
<McGrath> I could always deactivate you.
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::scribbles down on paper:: Oookaaaay, weirdo! Oh well, it’s not everyday I’m invited to a party, or whatever this is. ::sing song as he hangs up::
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> <You could but you won’t. ::chuckles:: To think the mighty have fallen and that YOU need ME.>
<McGrath> The same could be said for you.
<JosieLyons> ((LOL Hertz XD))
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::shoves him in the chest, giving him a crazy look:: You get away from me, or I’ll lay you flat on your tail!
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> <… point taken. Alright, Gepetto. Whot do I have to do?>
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::pushed back:: How can you be so cruel! ::sobs and tries to wrap his arms around Fango’s legs XD::
<FletchRyder> Way to lay on the charm, Scarlet. ::can’t help but chuckle at her performance, fixing the somewhat splintered doorframe to be less noticeable::
<JosieLyons> Oh be quiet, Rhett. ::goes over to him, throwing the phone away from herself and wipes her paws off on the back of his shirt XD::
<McGrath> You can connect to the internet, monitor transmissions, and detect visual spectrums that I can’t see. I could do that before, but I’m more than a little suspicious with my hooded sweatshirt persona currently.
<FletchRyder> <Fango> I! Am gonna’ *clobber* you! If you don’t! Get offa’ me! ::shaking his leg:: Frank! Gimme’ your baseball bat! ::yelling towards the clerk::
<McGrath> :: packing things up, getting ready to leave ::
<McGrath> ((aaaand, I need to get going))
<JosieLyons> <Protocol> <… well most of that is functioning within me properly. ::sighs. is annoyed with him already ;D::>
<JosieLyons> ((Night Matt!))
<FletchRyder> ((Alright, good nights, Matt!))
<McGrath> ((nights all
<McGrath> ))
* McGrath has quit IRC (Quit: CGI:IRC)
<JosieLyons> <Hans> ::hollering, making a hopefully loud commotion at the bottom of the stairs:: Give a tom a break! Pleeeease?
<FletchRyder> That’s.. disgusting. ::feeling her hands on his back:: This needs to be locked from the inside, so you head on down and I’ll climb out the window or something.
<JosieLyons> And how will you lock the window after yourself?
<JosieLyons> It isn’t the kind that can be locked then shut?
<FletchRyder> <Clerk/Frank> You want me ta’ call the cops? <Fango> NO! I, er, mean, no need! I’ll teach this guy a lesson. ::setting down his sack, growling::
<JosieLyons> <Hans> ::trying not to bust up laughing as he’s doing all this. notes the setting down of the sack, ears perked now, leggos of Fango’s legs and tries to grab the bag:: You got some of dat canned cheese in here? CHEESE and NIP! That is THE BEST! ::wondering where the heck Lyons and Ryder are XD::
<FletchRyder> The lock on it’s broken. Now get downstairs. ::practically pushing her out into the hall, as he closes the door and locks it::
<FletchRyder> <Fango> Hey! You get outta’ there! That’s my dinner! ::tries to grab the sack from him::
<FletchRyder> ((::just cracking up at Hans::))
<JosieLyons> ::shoved! scowls at the door then hears someone caterwalling downstairs. goes down that way cautiously::
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Well I gotta get somethin’ from ya, Fringo! I didn’t come all the way down thos tree blocks for nothin’! ::clings to the bag protectively, trying to slap at Fango’s hands::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::with his free hand XD::
<FletchRyder> ::rushes to the window, pushing up on it with a grunt. is stuck pretty good but manages to get it open enough to where he can crawl out onto.. the window ledge:: Oh, sure, the fire escape’s three rooms over. ::groans, managing to shut the window behind him without falling off::
<FletchRyder> <Fango> You call me dat one more time, you crazy bum, and- yow! ::paw slapped. recoils a bit, sucking on it, as his face contorts into pure rage:: Dat’s it! ::pushes up sleeves::
<JosieLyons> <Hans> ::grins a bit at Fango gettin’ mad, still on his knees with the bag:: <Josie>::coming down the stairs quietly behind Fango::
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::cracks knuckles, attempting to grab Hans by his collar and stand him up::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::is grabbed and indeed stands up. however drops the bag save for a heavy item, like a two liter of soda or a jar of tomato sauce, somethin’! and tries to slug Fango upside his head with it::
<FletchRyder> ::edging along the narrow ledge, trying to keep his body pressed firmly against the building, inching towards the fire escape ladder:: <Falling from this height, the worst damage I’d get would be two broken legs. That is, if I fall feet first..> ::kicks at some roosting pigeons in his path::
<JosieLyons> ::doesn’t have her gun out, but is ready to clobber Fango herself is she needs to. stands still to not make step squeaky squeak::
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::hit upside the head with a jar of pickled eggs, smashing the container and sending ooey gooey pickled things splashing everywhere:: Uggh! ::falls back::
<FletchRyder> <Clerk> Hey! You can’t assault people in my building! Take it outside!
<JosieLyons> <Josie>::jaw drops at that. frowns at Hans lol:: <Hans> Woooo now that is some nasty junk you bought! Them eggs are all wrong, put inna jar with that smelly juice! <Josie>::rushes down the stairs, grabs Hans’ arm along the way and yanks him outside as she rushes out lol:: <Hans> Whoah!
<FletchRyder> ::finally reaches the fire escape and climbs over the railing into it, quickly descending into the alley behind the apartments. once his feet reach solid ground, gives a sigh of relief and races for the front::
<FletchRyder> <Fango> ::goofy look on his face, as he fumbles by the stairs, shaking his fist and yelling wildly at the two retreating individuals:: And those were on sale, ya’ joik! ::before slumping onto his tail::
<JosieLyons> ::rushes out to the car, noting FLetch isn’t back yet:: Crud where is he? <Hans> Who? ::dusts self off after pulling from her grip:: <Josie> RYDER. ::says under her breath:: C’mon, around the back, he went out a window. <Hans>::smirks at this and hurries with Josie around the other side of the building::
<FletchRyder> ::rounds the corner to the front of the building. do they run into each other, or end up going around in circles for a while? XD::
<JosieLyons> ::lol up to you! Josie prolly can figure which side he’d be on though::
<FletchRyder> ::as he rounds the corner, eyes widen as he puts on the brakes, seeing Josie and Hans running right at him::
<JosieLyons> Ryder! We need to go now! Fango’s back. <Hans> Fango’s ON his back that is. ::grins::
<FletchRyder> Right. Let’s go. ::runs past them towards his vehicular:: Hans, explain your joke in the car. ::pulling the door open::
<JosieLyons> ::turns and goes after. gets in the car quicklike, buckles up:: <Hans>::gets into the back and buckles up as well:: Well I didn’t know where you two were, he was heading up the stairs, so figured I’d mess with him a bit and a jar of pickled eggs slammed onto the side of his head.
<JosieLyons> <Hans> I’ll write up a nice detailed report for you both to enjoy.
<FletchRyder> Well, ::putting his arm around the back of the passenger seat as he backs out of the parking space and continues driving in reverse for a few blocks:: that would explain the joke and the smell.
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Speaking of smells, ::sniffs:: do I dare even ask if Fango’s maid has been on vacation for a few years?
<FletchRyder> ::spins the car around as they approach a desolate intersection, shifts it into drive, and squeals off, putting several more blocks between them and the Cityscape before he lessens his speed:: I don’t think Fango knows those exist, Lynx.
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::laughs a bit:: Well at least we found out what we wanted, and some of what we didn’t. <Josie>::folds arms:: Yeah, I just hope Hertz was able to take down a message. ::looks out the window::
<FletchRyder> ::blinks at that:: <Hertz?! Oh, yeah, we’ll probably get sent to a candy store to bust Fango if he’s the one who took the message.> I’m sure we’ll get something solid on Fango that’ll bring him down.
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Wait, what now? What happened upstairs?
<FletchRyder> We found out for sure that Fango really does live there. That’s all that happened.
<JosieLyons> <Hans> That, and you two went and did a little B&E… without a warrant. Shaaame shame! ::snickers:: <Josie>::blushes slightly::
<FletchRyder> ::does feel a bit bad about breaking so many protocols, but just hopes he can justify it in the end:: Well, if that’s going in your report too…
<JosieLyons> <Hans> Now why would it? I didn’t see either of you go in there. I was busy having a civil chat with Mr. Fango.
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::is just glad to see Fletch and Josie, the MBI’s stiffest agents, be a little bad for once XD::
<JosieLyons> <Hans> About pickled eggs.
<FletchRyder> ::keeps his serious look as he pulls into the MBI lot, but inwardly is relieved. was going to claim all the responsibility for the unauthorized break-in, and still would if it were ever to come up::
<JosieLyons> <Hans>::grins and unbuckles his belt. grabs up his BPV and jacket:: I’m hittin’ the showers. I hope you two do the same, because I think what you two are puttin’ out is what happens to pickled eggs when they go bad. ::once they parked, gets out of the car and heads on hin, whistling::
<JosieLyons> ::sighs, sits there a moment then unbuckles her belt::
<JosieLyons> ((heads on in^))
<FletchRyder> ::takes off his ballcap, throwing it in the back, and grabs up the top part of his uniform:: Agent Lyons. Do you have a moment?
<JosieLyons> ::takes up her jacket and BPV, looks at him:: Sure. What is it?
<FletchRyder> I know that what we did today wasn’t exactly standard procedure, and we did in fact break some laws. I don’t wan’t you feeling pressured, or feeling as if you have to bear a guilty conscience over our actions. If you feel like you need to report this to our superiors, I would completely understand.
<JosieLyons> Ryder… as much as I feel I have to, I… I just can’t. No one was hurt, well… not by what you and I did anyway, and this job is all I have left if I want to stay in the city I grew up in and help protect it.
<JosieLyons> I’ve already messed up big by allowing McGrath to vanish. Even something as small as this might do more damage to my rotten record.
<JosieLyons> ::’course wasn’t blamed or anything when he DID vanish lol but she still feels guilty about that::
<FletchRyder> ::nods at that, wondering just what it was Hans did to Fango:: Alright. Hopefully this will be the first and last time something like this has to happen.
<JosieLyons> Hopefully it will. ::shakes her head, reaches for the door:: What do we do if Hertz didn’t write that down or tell someone?
<FletchRyder> <Hertz> ::from inside, a sudden wail is heard:: Ohmigosh!! It wasn’t a party invitation at all! It was an anonymous tip!! There’s probably someone trying to smuggle in illegal candy bars at Dock 8, 2:30 AM, tonight!! <Fletch> ::ears flick, as a mischievious smile crosses his lips:: Oh, I think we’ll piece together something that mildly resembles a ‘nip exchange out of him. ::getting out::
<JosieLyons> ::groans, gets out of the car and shuts the door:: Someone had to have broken some sort of protocol to let HIM become an agent… ::heads on inside with Fletch::
<FletchRyder> From what I heard, he came highly recommended from the Enforcers. Kinda’ says something about their organization, don’t it? ::putting on the top part of his uniform as they walk in::
<JosieLyons> No. It says someone was embelishing on his recomondation in order to get him out of their hair as they couldn’t find a legitimate way of legally firing him.
<FletchRyder> Like I said… kinda’ says something about the type of organization their running over there.
<FletchRyder> ((^they’re))
<JosieLyons> I wish they would’ve been that nice to me then.
<FletchRyder> Sorry to break it to you, Lyons, but as clumsy and cursed as Hertz is, he still didn’t nearly blow up the Lt. Commander.
<JosieLyons> Gee thanks. ::glowers::
<JosieLyons> ((<Fletch> So don’t you be hatin’!))
<FletchRyder> ((lol! <Hertz> Werd!))
<FletchRyder> C’mon, you’re not seriously gonna’ hold a chip on shoulder about that the rest of your nine lives, are you? Trust me, when bad things happen, it’s best to just push them out of your mind and carry on.
<FletchRyder> ((^your, gui))
<JosieLyons> And what bad things have you had to push out of your way? Loosing the Fiesta Bowl?
<JosieLyons> ::OWCH mean Josie! bad girl bad! don’t hate the playah, hate the game::
<FletchRyder> As a matter of fact- ::turning on her, suddenly defensive:: You don’t know the meaning of… ::breaks off, staring her down a moment, then turns his back and continues down the hall::
<JosieLyons> ::blinks at that, caught by surprise:: Don’t know the meaning of what?
<FletchRyder> Nothing. I’ve got work to do. Now that we know the file is accurate, we need a gameplan to methodically take out the rest of the criminals listed in it. ::turns into deskroom::
<JosieLyons> ::watches him go there. will try and maybe talk with him later perhaps. she goes on to the locker room though as she wants to crawl out of her fur lol hardly touched a thing but is all weirded out with thoughts of germs all over her -g-::
<JosieLyons> ((And mun needs bed lol I’m sure you do too X_x))
<FletchRyder> ::she touched the phone, and who knows what weird and disgusting pickled things might’ve been on that!::