The Megs plan their escape from Lochollow after taking shifts in resting during the quiet time the zombified citizens have left. They search the villiage and run into an NSA agent who takes them to an assylum where they find refuge from the zombies as well as the SWAT Kat Razor.
Going down a tunnel the agent shows them, the agents and Razor go for a wild ride until they reach the castle where Dark Kat is. They confront him and he ends up killing the NSA agent which triggers the NSA to send a nuclear warhead straight for Lochollow!
<Lochollow> :: It’s been a little while since, so the rain’s subsided, but it’s still grey overcast and generally depressing looking in this abandonned village ::
<Lochollow> :: next morning ::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::shakes lazy bum at sagey:: Yes! That show is now known as the dirty S word that gets people off track!))
<Trina_Korat> ::is just waking up on an old cot in the police station, gripping her gun::
<Gracie_Pat> ::I went to look for survivors with Joe, right?::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will already be up! peeeking out a window wherever we be’s at. did me and Gracie catch up with you guys after we done looking for survivors?::
<Hans_Lynx> ::yes but I’m assuming it is the next day?::
<Trina_Korat> ::yuppers, but it’s the next morning. I’m thinking we all huddled up in the police station and fell asleep on shifts?::
<Lochollow> ((<Voice> :: over the horizon :: DO YOU FOLKS LIKE COFFEE???? <Trina> Dethklok :: slaps forehead :: It was the only logical explanation ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::sounds good!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::sleep in shifts, yes XD::
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::shuas! sounds good! is up in any case. rises too early in the day he does. unlike his mun. watching out the door of the place::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIIIES!:: <Hans> If another giant troll comes by, just shoot me now. -_-; ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::diiies!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DIES::((
<Trina_Korat> ::stands up and goes to stand behind Joe:: Tell me the sun melted them all?
<Lochollow> <Rooster> :: crows somewhere nearby ::
<Joseph_Forge> I haven’t seen ‘em yet, but to be honest I doubt the sun melted any.
<Trina_Korat> ::is tying up her hair and has her gun in her back pocket::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Zombies>::are doing the ‘Thriller’ dance:: <Joe> =___= No. ))
<Trina_Korat> ((::DIESDEAD!!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::did you guys ever find me a gun or did I have to go primitive and find a knife or something? XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Head Zombie> ::dressed in PJ’s:: <Joe> And, that makes even LESS sense! ><))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::no one is taking my axe, I know that XD::
<Trina_Korat> ::I tried buying you a Remington, but the merchant was a jerk and said I didn’t have enough money. ;_;::
<Lochollow> <Police Station> :: may have a few boxes of ammunition scattered about, but are scarce ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::i still have my butcher knife! >3 ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::wish i’d have been there. I’d have made him give over the remington…… Oh well. will just have a nice switchblade on him for now. ::
<Trina_Korat> ::sighs, ties up her hoodie around her waist. Has a black gray tanktop under that::
<Lochollow> <Police Station> :: has a stained map on the wall. Lists out the nearby locations, including the castle ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::in a very rare incident, isn’t wearing her hoodie. now in a short sleeved tee shirt. Behold she is at least remotely comfortable in the presence of you kats::
<Trina_Korat> So what’s the plan? ::still has Razor’s mask tied around her hand just in case she loses her duffel bag again::
<Hans_Lynx> ::staring at the map he is as those who were out awaken::
<Hans_Lynx> Get the heck out of here and call in backup?
<Trina_Korat> No can do. ::frowning at her celphone::
<Joseph_Forge> Well…no clue. On one hand I say we find out why those zombies were in that castle. On the other hand…..I wanna run.
*** Lochollow is now known as Map
<Map> <Castle> :: has a description next to it. Is a multilingual map XD Is labled as Helvarctur Castle, a semi-popular tourist site due to its history of death, torture and destruction XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((If you ask me to say “Map” and then start to sing, Hans will make paper dolls outta you. X_x))
<Gracie_Pat> ::frowns and is looking at the map. ::
<Trina_Korat> ((:Dies!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ::turns off her celphone, turns it back on, walks around, sighs heavily:: No signal.
<Joseph_Forge> We’re in the middle of nowhere. did you expect it to? ::keeping a watch out:: We should at least consider moving to somewhere secure. If they do come back…well…..do we wanna chance that they remember us being here?
<Gracie_Pat> … Well if we go into the castle we’re going to need more then what we got weapon wises, I think.
<Trina_Korat> ::nods to Joe and Gracie:: We’re gonna have to go out and find that merchant. If you guys have enough money, we can get a gun or two.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Map> Oh no! Trina and the others have lost their way in Lochollow and can’t get out! But I know how they can get out, or at least stop those meanie zombies from zombifying! They need to go to the Castle! Here’s how they go, say it with me! Bloody village, scary forest, evil zombie castle! :;repeats five times:: If you run into zombies, just say “zombie no biting!” okay?))
<Map> :: other locations listed are the blacksmith shot where they were, along with the police station. Also shows what’s listed as a Sanitarium at the other end of the village, along with the Mayor’s office ::
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!!:: XD)))
<Map> ((::DIES::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dying omg you crazy peeps:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Gracie> … ::sets the map on fire.:: -_-; <Others> GRACIE! <Gracie> He was annoying me! ><))
<Joseph_Forge> ((:DEAAAAAD!::))
<Joseph_Forge> I got a few dollars on me still. Brought some cash in case we needed it.
<Hans_Lynx> Maybe we can look in the inn and other places to … borrow their money for weapons?
<Hans_Lynx> ::turns to look at the others::
<Trina_Korat> If we find anything. Should we split up?
<Gracie_Pat> I don’t like the idea… but we really don’t have a choice.
<Joseph_Forge> I’d say we stick together. If one of us gets hurt at least there are others to help rather than in groups with just one person.
<Joseph_Forge> ((^with just one person to help. ))
<Hans_Lynx> Let’s stick together. We can always repay the village later… if we can even save any of them.
<Trina_Korat> ((<Joe> You’re not going anywhere! ::superglues Trina to his back:: In the event of me falling off a cliff or something, at least we’ll be together in the end! <Trina> Joe, it’s “til death do us PART!”)
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!:: <Joe> And maybe your body will cushion my landing. ^_^))
<Trina_Korat> ::nods, finds a couple magazines for her gun and puts them into her pocket::
<Trina_Korat> ((::DEAD::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: yeah….lets do what Hans is saying. Sounds sensible. Did someone check here to see if there was a petty cash fund on hand?
<Map> <Village> :: is old and antique-ish in its appearance. Doesn’t look like there’d be much cash…but other valuable items are likely in abundance ::
<Trina_Korat> Sorry, wasn’t able to during the time I was running for my life. ::grins some::
<Hans_Lynx> Doubt there would be in this police station. That’s why I figure the inn and a couple of these shops might be helpful.
<Gracie_Pat> yeah, what Hans said
<Trina_Korat> Well, we’ll figure something out. In the meantime… ::tosses each of them a cereal bar::
<Joseph_Forge> well then we should get moving before the zombies hit and we’re running instead of having time to look.
<Joseph_Forge> ::will take cereal bar for breakfasts!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::takes up the cereal bar, Num, it’s better then nothing::
<Trina_Korat> ::is convenience woman! Don’t be surprised if she has deodorant and an extra pair of stockings in there… along with facial wipes. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::dying:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::catches but pockets it. walks along with them:: If those bells ring, I say we hightail it back to the station.
<Gracie_Pat> We should try the Inn first, I guess.
<Joseph_Forge> ::dude……my mun’s mom is like that!::
<Map> ((<Trina> I have some of “Dirty Dan’s Dirty Peanuts” if anyone wants ))
<Trina_Korat> Roger that. ::walks on out::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOOOODEAD!!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::snorks::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::nodding and goes out with the group, keeping an eye out::
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows them out::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Dirty Dan> Grow ‘em in the grass myself. Grass IS pretty dirty. ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::nods at Gracie and makes way to the inn. goes inside cautiously, axe ready in case it is needed again:: I’ll look out, someone check the till.
<Joseph_Forge> ((LOL!))
<Map> <Inn> :: still everything in disorder. There be an upstairs :: <Till> :: has a few wads of cash within, not much tho’ ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will go inside with the ladies but lets them look and just keeps an eye out for zombies!::
<Gracie_Pat> ::will get into the register if no one else does::
<Map> <Chicken> :: randomly scurries out of the Inn past them, fluttering otuside ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::blinks at the chicken:: If thats a zombie chicken…..
<Trina_Korat> ::looks around the inn and on the ceiling::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Zombie Chicken> :escaped the 3rd Inuyasha movie::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Ceiling> ::artfully done in spraypaint:: Zombie was here. <Trina> -_- Gee..ya think?))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::snorks!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Map> <Ceiling> :: cheap chandelier up there, but looks like there might be something stuck inside it… ::
<Trina_Korat> ::blinks at teh something, narrows eyes some:; hey, Joe?
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah? ::looking over at her::
<Trina_Korat> Can you give me a boost?
<Joseph_Forge> ::Foooollows her gaze up and nods:: Yeah. ::will go over to pick her up so she can reach the chandelier::
<Trina_Korat> ::lets him, reaches up towards it::
<Map> <cheap chandelier> :: object in question is a pearl pendant, looks to be unscathed ::
<Trina_Korat> Got it.
<Map> <Other Rooms> :: down a dark and scary looking hall, are also there XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::watches Trina after she closes the register and pockets the cash::
<Map> <Banging Noise> :: faint, can be heard coming from one of those rooms ::
<Trina_Korat> ::looking at it once Joe sets her down:: What… is this?
<Map> <Pendant> :: looks valuable ::
*** Map is now known as Inn
<Trina_Korat> Mmmm… ::pockets it for now, then perks her ears at the banging sound: What was that?
<Joseph_Forge> ::sets her down and frowns:: Looks old. pendant of some sort possibly.
<Trina_Korat> ::Joe’s post before Trina’s. XD::
<Joseph_Forge> ::perks ears that way:: Do you really want to know?
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Trina> ::pauses in a triumphant pose:: “Trina_Korat aquired pearl pendant!” ::reads on the screen::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::snorks:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DEAD!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::still keeping watch at the door just inside the Inn::
<Gracie_Pat> .. it’s something horribly bad isn’t it?
<Trina_Korat> Let’s hope not… ::reaches into the back of her khakis and pulls out her gun. Sloooowly stalks over there::
<Hans_Lynx> Be careful. ::keeps to his post::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will walk with Trina. ain’t got a gun to draw but can at least try to hold off a zombie::
<Inn> <Noise> :: coming from within one of the Inn’s overnight rooms. Door has been splintered and lays ajar on the floor. Noise is coming from inside a wardrobe/closet ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::readies her butcher knife, walking with Joe and Trina::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes narrow:: Cover me… :stalks in there, ready to kick open the closet::
<Joseph_Forge> With what? ::walking in behind her, sticking close and keeping a lookout::
<Trina_Korat> Uh… a scary glare?
<Inn> <Closet> :: noise continues to come from it, like someone struggling inside ::
<Joseph_Forge> I can try. ::keeping an eye on that door::
<Trina_Korat> One… two….
<Joseph_Forge> Three?
<Trina_Korat> :;kicks the door down::
<Trina_Korat> ::and aims her gun::
<Gracie_Pat> ::readies the butcher knife!::
<Inn> <Guy> :: falls out of the closet to the floor, gasping for air. Looks very out of place. Is wearing a short-sleaved white collared shirt and black tie, black slacks and black shoes. Also has on a light tactical vest, and is holding a glock 30 :: Uh…*pants*… thanks…
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Closet>::inside is a cute lil puppy. looks at her with big puppy eyes:: <Trina> awwww ain’t it cute?! ::starts to pet it:: <Puppy> ::opens mouth to reveal massive teeth and tries to bitey!:: <Trina> EEP! ::clings to Joe:: <Puppy> ::Pants and wags its tail::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::laughs!::))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Cracking up omg:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Gracie> Well, no wonder you asked to be demoted. What a pansy. <Trina> ><!))
<Joseph_Forge> ::jumps some as a tom rolls out! ready to grab Trina if the guy is a zombie! Lol!::
<Joseph_Forge> That one said hello…..do zombies say hello?
<Trina_Korat> In a snarling sorta way, yeah. ::frowns, gun aimed:: Who are you?
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::glares at the tom:: State your name!
<Joseph_Forge> ::er..said thanks. mun beats….needs to type right tonight. is having issues with it apparently::
<Inn> <Guy> :: sits up, looks at them. Is covered in the occasional splattering of blood :: …wait… you’re not from around here…
<Joseph_Forge> Not really. Who are you and what are you doing in there?
<Trina_Korat> ))<Tom> Tom Kat. <Gracie> Name? <Tom> TOM KAT. <Gracie> Too generic! Shoot ‘im! <Tom> ….))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES::))
<Inn> <Guy> … I’m a… police officer. :: yeah, that’s it XD ::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ::arches a brow:: Police officer from… where?
<Inn> <Guy> From here, actually.
<Joseph_Forge> State your name and Rank.
<Trina_Korat> Here? As in… zombie infested town here?
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Trina> I don’t buy it. His mun made the EX DEE face after a hasty assurance of what you do.))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD))
<Inn> <Guy> My name is Guy Taylor. And that…you noticed them I take it?
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DEADDEAD!::))
<Joseph_Forge> Hard to miss ‘em.
<Trina_Korat> Especially when they tried to kill us.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Gracie> Hmm… better than Tom Kat. If his name was Guy Mann then I’d have you shoot him.))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEADDEAD))
<Trina_Korat> ((<Gracie> Or even Hugh Mann))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up!::))
<Gracie_Pat> What is going on here, Guy?
*** Inn is now known as Guy
<Guy> … not a clue. :: doesn’t seem very honest. Tries to stand up ::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!:: <Gracie> Or even worse….Naught Zumby ))
<Gracie_Pat> ::helps the guy up with her free hand::
<Trina_Korat> ::aims her gun at him again witha click:: I think you do know.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Guy>::suddenly asks:: What are ya sellin’? What are ya buyin’? <Trina> EEEK! ::shoves cereal bar in his mouth then flees::))
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Gracie_Pat> ::still has her knife in the other hand though! >3 ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::watching Trina, easing to the door to keep it blocked in case he tries to run::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::Rolling!::))
<Guy> What would make you say that? :: more of his belongings can be seen in the closet ::
<Gracie_Pat> The fact all your crap is in that closet.
<Trina_Korat> Talk.
<Joseph_Forge> ::Crossing arms and attempting that mean scary look trina told him to use. XD::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie>::points the knife to underneath his chin:: SING YOU CANARY.. <Guy> But I don’t know this song! <Trina>::Face palms:: ))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!))
<Guy> Alright, you got me. My name is Guy Taylor, but I’m not a cop. I’m an agent of the NSA. A good guy.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))
<Joseph_Forge> ::snorks:: NSA good? Hardly…
<Gracie_Pat> …… Great.
<Trina_Korat> :eyes narrow:: *N*S*A*? ::teeth gritted::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Guy> What? National Security Association! ))
<Guy> Is there a problem?
<Trina_Korat> ((<Guy> … ::at four agents ganging up on him:: AMBUSH! AMBUSH!!!!! They’re all zombies!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Gracie> Can we shoot him yet? <Trina>::does so!::))
<Joseph_Forge> A big one. Since you guys were told to stay out of all this. Plus we dislike you guys very much.
<Trina_Korat> ::attempts to grab him by the collar:: How did the NSA get air of what’s happening here?
<Guy> :: issa grabbed :: Told to stay out of this? How did you get that communique? That was for level one access only.
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie> We hacked into your BRAIN. We know all that you know…. <Guy> @_@ ))
<Joseph_Forge> We have ways. ::walking over closer to glaaare down! I trying Trina! that scary glare hopefully will work!::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up:: <Guy> AH HAH! Zombies! ::holds head no eaty brain!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!))
<Trina_Korat> ::frowning, lets him go:: Josie…
<Guy> We’re not interferring here. :: is let go :: We’re observing. I’ve just been having a bad couple of days.
<Gracie_Pat> Just a few? Dude, are you even paying attention?
<Gracie_Pat> There is blood and gnasty stuff all over..
<Guy> The situation is still within the realm of control. If it weren’t, this place would’ve been wiped off the map by now.
<Joseph_Forge> Apparently so. Your days are about to get a lot worse. ::staying close. resisting urge to punch this guy:: So talk. Where’s Dark Kat working? ::if mun says something we shouldn’t know just stop her. is still sorting out what they do and don’t know since missed that weekend::
<Guy> Dark Kat? How do you know about all of this?
<Guy> Who are you?
<Trina_Korat> That’s none of the NSA’s concern.
<Gracie_Pat> ::is now holding that butcher knife in a menacing manner::
<Joseph_Forge> ::Growls:: I’m really not liking you not answering questions. So I got an idea. either you talk, or I feed you to the next Zombie I see. How’s that?
<Gracie_Pat> .. or I can chop off a arm..
<Guy> :: frowns :: Fine. I’ve been detached on a recon mission to monitor what Dark Kat’s been doing here. He’s taken residence in that castle at the north end. I just got a new item added to my mission earlier this week. I’m supposed to wait and intercept a lone foreignor who’s supposed to make his way here.
<Trina_Korat> A lone foreigner? Who?
<Guy> I don’t know who, but judging by the mission parameters and his point of origin, Megakat City, I assume it’s one of the SWAT Kats.
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide:: Where were you supposed to meet him?
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Guy> In the green ball room. I was supposed to wear a periwinkle dress. <Trina> =___= ))
<Guy> I wasn’t supposed to meet him. This is all Dark Kat’s doing. The NSA is just taking advantage of the situation.
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Guy> ::pauses, then looks away to the window dramatically:: Taco Libre. <Joe> Don’t you mean “Nacho” Libre? <Guy> No. Taco Libre. He is to deliver Dark Kat a large order or else the zombies will leave and spread throughout Europe!))
<Guy> We don’t want Dark Kat in collusion with the SWAT Kats.
<Trina_Korat> ::growling::
<Joseph_Forge> NSA seems to to take advantage of a lot of situations and people. ::looks ot Trina:: I say we take him with us.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::evil glare, or her best attempt of one::
<Trina_Korat> ((:SOOOOOOOOOODEAD!!:: <Taco> TAAAACOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODEADOMG!::))
<Guy> Dark Kat’s been running things. He has some kind of master plan that we’ve yet to determine. He’s got connections to mafia groups around the world, suberting vigilante groups, law enforcement and who knows what else. This seemed like an opportunity to find out what’s going on.
<Trina_Korat> Fine. :then to Guy:: One wrong move, and I’m using you as a shield, got it?
<Guy> I wouldn’t do that, if I were you.
<Joseph_Forge> Why not?
<Guy> If I die, then the last contact in the region’s been neutralized. The NSA knows what’s happened here. They’ll sterilize this area.
<Trina_Korat> At this point, I don’t care what the NSA thinks. ::turns to go back to the main area of the inn::
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Gracie> I like bombs as much as the next nutcase kat but not when one is aimed at me. ^^; ))
<Joseph_Forge> Lets go. ::will go nudge the Guy along:: We aren’t on the best of terms with the NSA so you best cooperate.
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Guy> :: is nudged along. Still has that glock 30 in his tactical vest and a few magazines of ammunition ::
<Trina_Korat> Hans. ::as she gets there::
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows Joe::
<Joseph_Forge> ::notes that gun if he may. if not nix this line:: Your gun, if you please. ::holding out hand::
<Guy> :: frowns :: I take it I don’t have a choice :: hands him the pistol ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::turns now:: Well… I see you found what was making that noise. So far so good, no zombies yet. Who is this?
<Joseph_Forge> Not really. B’sides, I figure I’m better at using one of these than you. ::Takes it, checking it over, then slides it into the back of his pants:: Ammo. ::holding out hand::
<Guy> :: hands Joe the magezines :: You really don’t know what you’ve gotten yourselves involved in.
<Joseph_Forge> Nope. Thats why we got you now. ::grins a creepy sorta grin::
<Trina_Korat> Unwanted company. ::has a sour look on her face::
<Trina_Korat> He’s with the NSA.
<Hans_Lynx> … why am I not surprised? Please tell me these zombified kats aren’t part of some other NSA experiment?
<Guy> …
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Guy> Well.. not really. it involved some ex lax tainted chocolate muffins…. ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DEAD!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Gracie_Pat> ….. I hate it when kats get quiet like that. it’s never a good thing.
<Guy> <Merchant> :: abruptly from behind them :: Welcome!
<Guy> <Merchant> I’ve got some good things on sale today, stranjahs
<Joseph_Forge> ::jumps! drawing gun and aiming at the Merchant!::
<Gracie_Pat> =___= ::at the merchant::
<Trina_Korat> Well guys, if you need guns, now’s the time to get ‘em.
<Gracie_Pat> HOw about sanity?
<Hans_Lynx> ::jumps a bit, swings ’round nearly slicing that merchant lol huffs and relaxes anew:: DON’T sneak up on kats like that.
<Guy> <Merchant> What are you sellin’?
<Hans_Lynx> Don’t think this guy HAS any to spare ::quietly to Gracie::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will lower his gun finally realizing who this is and puts it back in the back of his pants:: Wouldn’t happen to be carting any sniper rifles around would you? ::would rather sit at a far distance from DK later. lol!::
<Guy> <Merchant> :: sets down large leather bag that’s rolled up onto a table. Unrolls it, revealing several firearms, including a semi-automatic Megawar II M1 Garand long range rifle ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::keeping an eye on Guy while the others go to select::
<Joseph_Forge> ::eyes it and will take it up to eye it:: Still accurate? And fires….
<Gracie_Pat> ::eyeing the stuff the Merchant has out::
<Trina_Korat> ::steps outside while they do that, looks around::
<Guy> <Merchant> It’s got an 8-round garand clip that fires 30 ought six rounds. Only good in the hands of a professional, stranger.
<Gracie_Pat> ::watches Joe and this guy::
<Joseph_Forge> I am one. Got ammo for it or is all its got in the clip. ::checking to see if there even IS any in the clip::
<Guy> <Outside> :: bell can be heard tolling in the distance all of a sudden ::
<Guy> <Rifle> :: is fully equiped ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::blink.. blink:: … Ut oh..
<Hans_Lynx> ::ears perk hearing the bells:: Guys… make up yer mind we’ve gotta head on outta here.
<Gracie_Pat> I’ll take one of those small fire arms ::points to a standard hand gun::
<Guy> <Merchant> Not enough cash, stranjah.
<Joseph_Forge> How much you askin’ for this and what the girl wants?
<Gracie_Pat> I have plenty of cash, sir. Come on, work with us here.
<Guy> <Merchant> $5000.
<Trina_Korat> ::sighs:: <Jake, please, please don’t be in that castle…>
<Gracie_Pat> ::is this guy crazy?::
<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrrs:: look here. You’re getting on my nerves. ::then thinks:: you barter?
<Guy> <Merchant> :: notes the edge of the pendant hanging out of Trina’s pocket :: Ahhh… I’ll guy it at a high price! :: points ::
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<Joseph_Forge> Its yours then. ::will reach over to Trina:: sorry hon. Taking your trinket. ::will grab it if he may and hand it over::
<Guy> <Moaning> :: trademark of the zombies, can be heard in the faraway distance ::
<Joseph_Forge> ((oh noooez! The zombies got Hans!!))
<Guy> <Merchant> :: takes it then :: Heh heh heh, thank you. :: gives them $5000 ::
<Trina_Korat> ::perks her ears, eyes wide, turns to see where it’s coming from::
<Joseph_Forge> ::shakes head at money:: Unless you giving us the money and the guns we’d prefer the guns.
<Guy> <Merchant> :: lets him have the rifle and the pistol, which happens to be a Smith and Wesson .44 magnum revolver. Dirty Harry style XD :: Come back anytime :: steps back, disappearing in the shadows ::
<Joseph_Forge> Yeah…::will get ready:: lets move guys. Find somewhere safe before they get here.
<Gracie_Pat> ::takes the magnum revolver, oh man why this gun? Checks it and looks at Joe:: Yeah we should.
<Guy> I hate the merchants. They always show up in war zones looking to make a quick buck.
<Joseph_Forge> Well when they got what you need.
<Guy> <Zombies> :: can be seen moving slow and steadily at the end of the road, towards the Inn anew ::
<Gracie_Pat> We need to go… now.
<Guy> The sanitorium. It can be easily fortified.
<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: Then there we go. lets move. ::will head out that way quickly::
<Trina_Korat> ::runs inside:: Guys! We’ve got company!
<Guy> It’s this way :: leading them out the door and in the opposite direction of the zombies ::
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<Trina_Korat> (WB!))
<Guy> ((wb))
<Joseph_Forge> ::will follow after the guy!::
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<Joseph_Forge> ((WB! ::will post lines in a pm::))
<Hans_Lynx> And you NSA guys are always around being pests.
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<Gracie_Pat> ::follows Guy and stuff::
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<Hans_Lynx> Let’s move. ::if we haven’t already lol Sageymun posted ‘em for me::
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<Trina_Korat> ((DARNIT! >< I Meant to OP!))
<Guy> :: doesn’t answer that, leads them down the street to a scary looking building that looks like an insane asylum ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::pats Sagey:: ))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES wondering what that was about::))
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<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie> Is this a bad time to say I really hate insane asylums? <Hans> Just alittle. ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((don’t keek me!))
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<Trina_Korat> ((:DYING::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Trina_Korat> ::goes after::
<Trina_Korat> ((I sorry. ;_)
<Hans_Lynx> Yeah, this will be a fun place to hole up in.
<Hans_Lynx> ::saracstic::
<Joseph_Forge> Indeed….::going with!::
<Guy> <Asylum> :: has large iron bar fence around it, with an ominous gate that is open ::
<Guy> :: heads into the courtyard, through the open gate ::
<Trina_Korat> ((:scrolls up, was laughing too hard::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::will head to Hans and hand him the gun he got off the guy:: If you want this by all means take it.
<Trina_Korat> ::looking behind them::
<Gracie_Pat> ::going along::
<Hans_Lynx> You all are better shots than I am. More successful with this. ::nods to axe in his hands::
<Hans_Lynx> Can’t afford to waste bullets.
<Hans_Lynx> ::heading after Guy::
<Guy> <Asylum> :: lobby inside has chairs, papers, etc. strewn about. The occasional blood stain on the walls and floor XD ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::shrugs:: suit yourself. ::pockets it again and goes through the gate and into the courtyard:: someone wanna shut that gate?
<Guy> <Gate> :: is available to be shut ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::pushes the gate shut::
<Hans_Lynx> Sure, though not sure how long that’d even hold… ::hurries over to do so. there a lock on it?
<Hans_Lynx> ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::helps Gracie shut it that is::
<Gracie_Pat> :: <3 ::
<Guy> <Gate> :: has a lock on it ::
<Joseph_Forge> It’ll be better than nothing I suppose. ::going into Lobby soon enough behind Guy::
<Trina_Korat> ::running with!::
<Guy> :: seems to want to specifically head into the asylum towards a certain room. Trying to do this subtely XD ::
<Trina_Korat> Where exactly are you taking us?
<Gracie_Pat> ::bolts after Guy::
<Guy> :: opens a door to a side room ::
<Trina_Korat> I mean… do you even KNOW where you’re taking us?
<Joseph_Forge> ::will be following along. doesn’t like this place…feels like a jail….::
<Hans_Lynx> ::then locks it and hurries after Gracie and the others!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::shuts and locks the front lobby doors too XD props up desk against ‘em and moves along::
<Guy> :: was in the room, is revealed to be a hall lined with holding cells/entrances to padded rooms :: I have to check on someone.
<Gracie_Pat> … Fine, I’ll go with you. ::attempting to sound stern::
<Guy> I’d rather you didn’t. This is classified.
<Trina_Korat> ::frowns:: Check on someone?
<Hans_Lynx> We’ll ALL go with you.
<Gracie_Pat> You might bolt on us.
<Joseph_Forge> You have no choice. we’re all going. ::sternly to the guy::
<Guy> If you see this I can’t gurantee your safety IF we make it out of this place alive.
<Trina_Korat> Just go already!
<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs at him, pointing rifle at him::
<Hans_Lynx> Besides… this hidden cell area will be great for keeping any of our undead friends out there from saying hi. I think we’re safer knowing whatever you’re deeming classified than hanging around out here.
<Joseph_Forge> Move!
<Gracie_Pat> ….. ::grimaces:: Get moving or I will kick you in your butt very hard.
<Guy> Fine :: walks over to a specific padded room/cell that has a small observation window in the door :: He’s in there.
<Trina_Korat> ::goes look:
<Joseph_Forge> ::goes to look as well, they keeping ears towards the guy::
<Guy> <Individual> :: lying face down in the corner at the far end of the padded room. Clothes were the same as Jake’s when he left at the airport ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::peeks too, frowns::
<Hans_Lynx> ::backing up some into the hall. listening for zombies breaking and entering. then turns to look at the others, curious what is in there but doesn’t look himself::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes narrow, then gasps:: <Oh my kats…> Open the door.
<Joseph_Forge> ::backs away. not even sure who it is to be honest. ::
<Guy> :: takes out a key and unlocks the door ::
<Trina_Korat> ::runs inside there, untying the mask from her wrist:: Razor…?
<Guy> <Jake> :: upon closer inspection, is indeed him. Is unconscious, but appears unharmed ::
<Trina_Korat> It is you… ::manages to tie on his mask if she may::
<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrrs, hearing that and glares at Guy:: have you seen his face?
<Guy> <Jake> :: is now an unconscious Razor XD ::
<Guy> :: doesn’t answer ::
<Joseph_Forge> Answer me! ::will try to grab him by the shirt collar and shove him into the wall:: Do you have any idea who he is?!
<Gracie_Pat> ::say the word and I shall threaten with my KNIFE XD::
<Gracie_Pat> ::or gun XD::
<Trina_Korat> ::checks for any signs of injury::
<Hans_Lynx> ::wondering what the big deal is lol not seeing inside the cell from his vantage point::
<Guy> :: issa grabbed :: Yes! I know who he is, where he came from. I have his passport, ID and everything else on him. I intercepted him when he entered town. I was just about to transmit my findings when my communication array was taken out by zombies.
<Hans_Lynx> ((<Gracie> Or this cherry bomb. @_@))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dies:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> Do you know why he was coming here? ::will reach over to shut the door so Trina can have privacy with Razor::
<Joseph_Forge> ::after dropping Guy of course::
<Guy> <Razor> :: is uninjured. Has a small circle at the base of his neck. The signature of that NSA device used to harmless knock someone unconscious ::
<Trina_Korat> ::sucks in a deep breath: Razor, wake up…
<Guy> :: is dropped :: Dark Kat arranged to have a mafia group in Megakat City use a stolen mind-control device to get the SWAT Kats to subconsciously want to come here. They only managed to get Razor, but he would be enough.
<Hans_Lynx> ::eyes widen now realzing who’s in there:: Enough for WHAT?
<Hans_Lynx> ::glare at Guy::
<Joseph_Forge> ::glaring now. resisting urge to lock guy in one of these rooms and leave him there::
<Guy> To learn everything, and to inact whatever Dark Kat has planned. :: is holding back something ::
<Gracie_Pat> … SPit it out
<Hans_Lynx> Which was?
<Trina_Korat> ::still trying to shake Razor up::
<Guy> This came at a high price. In exchange for Dark Kat becoming a… “partner” of ours once again and the NSA learning the identities of the SWAT Kats, he wanted something in return…
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Razor>::shaken, not stirred ::))
<Guy> <Razor> :: groggy, starts to wake up : Ugh…
<Joseph_Forge> Like what?
<Trina_Korat> Razor?
<Guy> A virus that the NSA had conphiscated. It’s what’s responsible for all of this :: gestures to surroundings ::
<Hans_Lynx> This is a virus that’s affected those kats? How is it spread? ::worried now::
<Guy> Saliva, blood or exposure to opens wounds. It’s not transmittable by air… not yet anyway.
<Joseph_Forge> Hence the desire to bite people hmm?
<Guy> Yes. The situation’s still technically under control. The NSA doesn’t just let someone have a bio weapon of the caliber without some reassurance. This place can be nuked within 30 minutes if neccesary.
<Guy> <Razor> :: wakes up :: Trina?
<Joseph_Forge> Is there an antidote to this virus?
<Gracie_Pat> ….Goodie.
<Trina_Korat> Are you… well… you? ::arches a brow, half afraid he’s still under Dark Kat’s mind control::
<Hans_Lynx> The NSA shouldn’t let anyone have a bio wepon period!
<Guy> <Razor> My head hurts…where am I?
<Hans_Lynx> ((weapon^))
<Guy> No, there isn’t.
<Hans_Lynx> Liar! They wouldn’t make something like that without a cure in case they themselves got infected!
<Trina_Korat> Latvia, Eastern Europe.
<Joseph_Forge> ::mrrs:: indeed not. I assure you authorities will hear of this….the government..the people. whoever it takes to bring you guys down.
<Guy> There is a cure, and it’s in the form of a several megaton warhead.
<Hans_Lynx> NSA doesn’t have a cure… what about Dark Kat?
<Guy> We think he’s been experimenting with it, trying to make it more tactically applicable. Hence why they appear to be under some kind of control.
<Guy> <Razor> :: rubs head, then appears to realize something :: The mafia, the warehouse, that’s the last thing I remember. How’d I wind up on the other side of the world?
<Joseph_Forge> I can’t believe an organization that claims to be security for kats would sell a biological weapon to a known nutcase. You make me sick. You better give me one good reason I shouldn’t drop you where you stand.
<Guy> Because if I die, that’s the signal to launch that warhead.
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie> Or really hurt you. ))
<Trina_Korat> ::clings to him in a hug now, relieved:: It’s a long story. Let’s just say… I’m so glad you’re alive.
<Guy> <Razor> :: is hugged ::
<Joseph_Forge> Believe me…..you will be delt with properly when we’re done then.
<Guy> :: doesn’t say anything ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::glaring a moment still then goes to the door and knocks lightly, not looking in:: He alright, Trina?
<Hans_Lynx> How are you in contact with the NSA now?
<Trina_Korat> ::pulls away:: He’s fine. ::then Razor:: C’mon. I’ll explain everything to you as soon as we get out of here.
<Guy> My communication array was destroyed. There’s my imbedded GPS transmitter, but it only tells them where I am and if I’m alive. The only way to contact them would be to use a similar array, but there’s one individual who’d have that.
<Guy> <Razor> :: stands up ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will open door for them:: need some help? ::to them. wants to make sure Razor is okay::
<Guy> <Razor> I’m fine, actually. :: looks weird waring the mask with normal clothes XD ::
<Hans_Lynx> Dark Kat.
<Guy> :: nods ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::nods:: good.
<Hans_Lynx> Great. ::mrrrs, leans against a wall::
<Guy> There’s a way you could get to him…
<Trina_Korat> How? Leaving a trail of tacos?
<Joseph_Forge> ((::snorks;:))
<Guy> There’s a secret tunnel leading from this building to the castle. It was how Dark Kat first introduced the virus to the mental patients here.
<Gracie_Pat> .. don’t forget the fire sauce.
<Guy> <Razor> :: doesn’t like the sound of all this ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::Frowning now as he listens again::
<Gracie_Pat> … a tunnel.
<Gracie_Pat> ::I hate tunnels. they always have RATS::
<Guy> If you take the tunnel you can get to the castle, find the communication equipment and send for help.
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Tunnel>::doesn’t have regular rats. has Nutria rats….look like small dogs rather than a rodent.:: <Gracie> Dude! I dunno wether to scream and run or grab one to ride out of here!))
<Trina_Korat> ((DEAD!!))
<Gracie_Pat> (( ::Dying:: ))
<Joseph_Forge> Whats all this you stuff? You are coming with.
<Trina_Korat> ::as they go, tells Razor everything that happened::
<Guy> … no choice again, right?
<Joseph_Forge> Pretty much. Now move and show us this tunnel.
<Hans_Lynx> ((::dies!::))
<Guy> <Razor> :: issa told, frowns :: I don’t think we’ve got a choice either. We have to stop Dark Kat and keep this virus from spreading.
<Gracie_Pat> ::grins, dang straight::
<Trina_Korat> Well, so long as we’re here. ::smart smirk::
<Guy> :: gets up anew, and walks down the hall. Shoves a filing cabinet aside to reveal a dark hole with a metal ladder leading down ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::turns now to see Mr. Razor there::
<Hans_Lynx> ::then heads on after guy, keeping close to him like white on rice::
<Gracie_Pat> ::following, is a good girl XD, being quiet and ready to shoot/maim if need be::
<Guy> Just so you know, those Zombies out there. They ain’t the worst that’s come from this virus. :: descends down the ladder ::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Guy> A little elbow room, please? <Hans> Khhhhhhhhh. Okay. ::continues being close::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Joseph_Forge> Oh? and what would the worse be? ::going down after him:
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Trina_Korat> ::follows::
<Guy> You don’t want to- :: abruptly is grabbed and falls downward. screams XD ::
<Trina_Korat> ::eyes wide::
<Gracie_Pat> ACK! ::looks down that hole::
<Joseph_Forge> ::pulls gun from the back of his pants as can’t aim:: someone got a light?! ::scrambling back up! Lol!::
<Guy> :: can be seen with some kind of tentril wrapped around his leg. Being drug downward. His the bottom, and then is drug out of sight for a moment ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::can’t aim with his rifle taht is::
<Guy> ((tendril^))
<Trina_Korat> Okay… this… isn’t working out too well.
<Guy> <Razor> :: reaches into pocket, withdraws a maglite :: Never leave without it :: hands it to Joe ::
<Joseph_Forge> Thanks. ::will shine it down the hole:: Guy? ::calls out, easing down the ladder with the rifle on his back via a sling::
<Guy> Aaaaaaahhh! :: distantly ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::following Joe down the ladder, Mun knows I’m being quiet::
<Joseph_Forge> Yep..still alive….::drops down to the floor if he’s not grabbied by tentacle. will grab his handgun and aim with one hand and shines light down the tunnel and eases down it::
<Hans_Lynx> ::stops suddenly erk! moving backwards:: We gotta make sure he stays that way or none of us will! ::going down after::
<Guy> <tunnel> :: dimly lit. Has two rails on the ground. Looks like it was a mining tunnel :: <Mine Cart> :: parked near the ladder ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::makes her way down the ladder and into the tunnel now. Eyes that mining cart:: anyone want a ride?
<Trina_Korat> Looks like a set up for a bad amusement park ride.
<Guy> <Razor> :: hops in the mine cart :: We don’t have any time to lose
<Joseph_Forge> ::will climb in once all others are in. keeping an eye out. will hand razor the light back:: here. need a gun or weapon of some sort?
<Gracie_Pat> ::Climbs in too::
<Trina_Korat> ::does the same::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Gracie>::sniffs Razor:: … you smell like stale peanut butter… <Razor> ))
<Hans_Lynx> ::gets on cart as well!::
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Guy> <Razor> I never had much use for one :: takes the light, and then pulls the brake lever :: <Mine Cart> :: starts to move forward ::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Razor> They took away my gel deodorant at airport security, okay? ;_)
<Trina_Korat> ::hangs on::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::hangs ong as well!:: alright. just asking.
<Gracie_Pat> ::hanging on::
<Guy> <Mine Cart> :: after gaining some momentum, starts to zoom forward :: <Tracks> :: lead into the darkness, eventually they’re suspended on them as the tracks lead across rickety bridges over a large chasm XD ::
<Trina_Korat> Oh, kats. ::closes her eyes shut::
<Guy> <Chasm> :: is illuminated by what appears to be molten lava down below XD ::
<Trina_Korat> ((tight, not shut. Dur, Sage::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::will put an arm around Trina:: Its okay. ::keeping eyes open and alert! notes the lava and frowns::
<Hans_Lynx> ::starts humming Indiana Jones theme lol::
<Trina_Korat> If you say so.. ::not opening eyes::
<Gracie_Pat> ::watching dude, this is awesome::
<Guy> <Tracks> :: start to encirle around an area like a spiral staircase :: <Creature> :: can be seen below in the center of it. Is a giant mouth in the ground, ala Sarlac pit XD :: <Tendrils> :: leading into it :: <Guy> :: can be seen being drug downwards towards it :: Help!
<Joseph_Forge> Oh this don’t look good….
<Trina_Korat> Dpm
<Gracie_Pat> ::frowns:: Aw spit.
<Trina_Korat> Don’t say that… Not when we’re on the amusement park ride of doom…
<Guy> <Razor> Someone shoot the tendril! :: operating the brake as they swerver around ::
<Joseph_Forge> I got it. ::will leggo trina and pull his rifle off his back. takes careful aim at the tendril and fires!::
<Guy> <Tendril> :: splits in two when shot :: <Guy> :: falls downwards, landing in the rear mine cart with a thud ::
<Hans_Lynx> Okay he’s safe … for now anyway, how the heck to we kill THAT?
<Hans_Lynx> ::meaning the evil tendril monster::
<Gracie_Pat> (( <Guy>::Throws up on Joe:: <Joe> =___= You’re welcome. ))
<Joseph_Forge> Wouldn’t happen to have a bomb on you, would you Gracie? ::knows she doesn’t b ut myeh..worth asking XD::
<Guy> <Tendrils> :: start to race after the mine cart, trailing behind them :: <Razor> :: looks ahead :: Someone shoot the switch!
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIES!::))
<Gracie_Pat> ::ears twitch…. <.<:: I wish I did.
<Guy> <Rail Switch> :: is ahead ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::aims and fires at the switch, booyah::
<Joseph_Forge> Well someone is gonna have to handle that monster behind us cause I can’t shoot at both! ::will turn to aim at the switch and shoot at it!::
<Joseph_Forge> ::lol! nevermind!::
<Trina_Korat> :takes out her gun, opens her eyes after sucking in a breath and starts firing::
<Guy> <Switch> :: is hit with the .44 magnum. spins around wildly :: <Tracks> :: align to a new destination into another tunnel :: <Mine Cart> :: takes that route instead of heading into the giant mouth XD::
<Guy> <Tendrils> :: still following behind though. Grab at Gracie ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::slices at those tendrils with her butcher knife. No grabby me. You didn’t buy me dinner so you can’t paw at me::
<Hans_Lynx> ((::busts up::))
<Joseph_Forge> ::will take up his gun he got from guy and fire off a couple of shots at those tendrils. doesn’t wanna waste ammo in the rifle::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIES!::))
<Guy> <Razor> :: lets the brake go all the way, speeding up as fast as they can ::
<Guy> <Ahead> :: There be a large gap in the tracks with lava seen below XD ::
<Trina_Korat> ::gulps again, keeps looking behind them to make sure nothing else is coming behind them::
<Guy> <Razor> Hang on!
<Trina_Korat> ::does so::
<Guy> <Tendrils> :: chasing after :: <Mine Cart> :: reaches the end of the tracks, and launches into the air XD ::
<Joseph_Forge> Hang on? ::turns to look and frowns, hanging onto Trina and the card::
<Joseph_Forge> ((^cart!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::holding on. OMG I no wanna die!::
<Guy> :: does the same ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::goes over and helps with the tendrils by using his axe o’ doom! XD::
<Guy> <Mine Cart> :: drops down :: <Razor> :: sees a ledge :: Jump!
<Joseph_Forge> ::eep! will jump and grab for the ledge!::
<Guy> <Razor> :: leaps and grabbies the ledge, likely having someone hanging onto him XD ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::leaps for the ledge, YIPE!::
<Guy> <Mine Cart> :: descends below, getting instantly incinderated in the lava below ::
<Guy> :: managed to grab that ledge too ::
<Trina_Korat> ::jumps! and grabs onto the ledge::
<Joseph_Forge> ::clinging to ledge:: oh this is fun…::will try to crawl up onto the ledge::
<Hans_Lynx> ::jumpes wheee!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::pulls up onto ledge, helps anyone else up who needs it!::
<Trina_Korat> Sure.. we outta book this place if we ever consider a second honeymoon. ::is helped up!::
<Guy> <Tendrils> :: seem disapointed, withdraw back ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::begans to climb up the ledge, and will help anyone who needs it. hey I’m tall, and it helps::
<Guy> <Razors> :: gets atop the ledge, dusts off hands :: That wasn’t so bad.
<Guy> :: is helped up ::
<Hans_Lynx> I’d hate to see your definition of bad.
<Joseph_Forge> yeah..its on my fave places to go for a vacation now. ::climbs up onto the ledge and dusts hands off::
<Trina_Korat> ::sighs, dusts self off::
<Guy> <Razor> :: shines light down the path :: Hey, there’s a door.
<Gracie_Pat> Oh? ::looks that way::
<Trina_Korat> Is it big enough to let in anymore giant scary monsters?
<Joseph_Forge> ::looks that way as well and will follow Razor:: Lets hope whats behing that door isn’t as bad as what was behind the last.
<Hans_Lynx> ::takes in a deep breath and exhales. heads towards the door::
<Gracie_Pat> ::heads that way as well::
<Trina_Korat> ::goes after::
<Guy> <Razor> :: opens the door quietly… :: <Other Side> :: is the interior of the castle. A room that has lots of lab equipment about ::
<Trina_Korat> Well… looks like we made it into the one place we were supposed to get into.
<Guy> <Razor> :: quietly walks in :: <Room> :: is expansive, and on the other side a balchony can be seen overlooking the castle courtyard ::
<Gracie_Pat> Looks that way.
<Guy> :: sees it :: This is his command center.
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<Joseph_Forge> sounds like a good place to get caught…::will walk inside slowly::
<Trina_Korat> Hiding out in the open. Brilliant.
<Guy> <Computer console> :: along with a Dark Kat sized seat, can be found ::
<Trina_Korat> ::frowning::
<Gracie_Pat> ::frowning. This was slightly too easy. Something has got to be amiss::
<Guy> <Courtyard> :: below can be seen populated with many many zombies ::
<Joseph_Forge> ::makes way to that balcony and frowns:: oh great…zombie city down there…
<Gracie_Pat> ((<Gracie>::goes out to the balconey:: My MINNIONS! <Zombies>::Throw fruit at her:: ))
<Guy> <Razor> I’m going to see if i can get some help :: walks over the computer console ::
<Guy> :: follows Razor ::
<Trina_Korat> I don’t like the looks of this.
<Guy> <Razor> :: is abruptly clubbed over the head :: <Guy> :: is grabbed by the throat ::
<Joseph_Forge> Me either. We need to find Dark Kat and take him out.
<Guy> <Dark Kat> I do not take kindley to intruders :: hit Razor over the head with his DARK CANE (c) ::
<Trina_Korat> ::spins around::
<Guy> <Razor> :: slumps to the ground. Issa out cold ::
<Trina_Korat> Dark Kat….
<Joseph_Forge> ::spins around as well and grabs rifle, aiming at him::
<Gracie_Pat> ::yipe! Aims her gun at the big hunk of purple…. stuff!::
*** Guy is now known as Dark_Kat
<Dark_Kat> :: holding Guy up by the throat effortlessly :: I see you’ve encounted the local vermin. :: referring to Guy ::
<Trina_Korat> ::growls:: Put ‘im down!
<Dark_Kat> :: smiles :: Gladly :: chucks Guy out the balcony over the edge :: <Guy> Ahhhhhh!
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<Trina_Korat> ((WB!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))
<Gracie_Pat> ::Oh no…. if those zombies kill him… a nuke….::
<Hans_Lynx> ((ty X_x0)
<Dark_Kat> <Guy> :: can be seen falling into the crowd of zombies :: <Zombies> :: swarm him, causing him to disapear from sight ::
<Dark_Kat> Now, as for other uninvited guests :: turns to face the group ::
<Trina_Korat> ::snarling::
<Joseph_Forge> ::Frowns,still aiming:Not a step closer, Dark Kat.
*** mode/#mbi_sk [+o Hans_Lynx] by Trina_Korat
<Trina_Korat> ((:whew!: right command this time. ^_____^))
<Hans_Lynx> No!! You idiot! Do you realize what you’ve just done?! ::to Dark Kat::
<Joseph_Forge> ((yayee! ::applaudes sagey!::))
<Dark_Kat> You make me sound like the bad guy in this scenario :: takes a seat in his DARK CHAIR (c) still facing them ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((Yeah you better. -g-))
<Joseph_Forge> You are just one of them.
<Trina_Korat> ((::dies! XD))
<Gracie_Pat> if those walking brain eaters kill him they’re going to drop a frakkin’ NUKE on this village.
<Trina_Korat> You initiated all this! ::as she drags an unconscious Razor away from Dark Kat::
<Dark_Kat> I anticipated their extreme contingencies. In the end it does me a favor. I won’t have to clean this place. My work here was complete anyway. I bid you all oblivion :: presses a button on his chair :: <Chair> :: descends downward quickly, taking DK with it. Secret escape chair XD ::
<Dark_Kat> <Razor> :: is drug away by Trina ::
<Hans_Lynx> ::rushes over but alas! prolly doesn’t get there in time to try ‘n grab DK::
<Trina_Korat> This is bad… this is really bad…
<Gracie_Pat> ::dang it!::
<Dark_Kat> <Fear Ship> :: can be heard taking off, and soon is seen taking off, heading into the sky ::
<Trina_Korat> ((Now, did that chair really descend, or did it break through the floor? XD))
<Gracie_Pat> ….. Bad doesn’t even cover it.
<Hans_Lynx> ::glances around for some sort of array or communications device:: Anyone got the number for NSA?
<Hans_Lynx> ((::DIES::))
<Joseph_Forge> Crud…Can you wake Razor? ::going over to Hans:: I don’t….
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIES!::))
<Dark_Kat> <Dirty Dan Airways> :: card still in someone’s possesion no doubt XD ::
<Trina_Korat> ::roar of engines heard outside::
<Trina_Korat> He’s outcold. He took a real hit to the head.
<Gracie_Pat> I don’t know the number for the NSA … ::wants to flail her arms but is avoiding the urge::
<Dark_Kat> <Razor> :: yes I did :: @_@
<Joseph_Forge> ::sighs then perks ears at the engines:: What…is that?
<Trina_Korat> <Missile> ::is shot towards the zombies in the courtyard, revealing to be a net missile just to keep them pinned down::
<Dark_Kat> <Zombies> :: curse our poor motor function! Are restrained for now ::
<Gracie_Pat> ::blinks, looking up at the ceiling::
<Dark_Kat> ((<T-Bone> Just call me Deus Ex T-Bone ))
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Dark Kat>::his evil plot is truely revealed later! It was not a plot to take over katkind, but a plot to take over all the Taco Bells in the world with his zombified people to make gigantic sized tacos and get the orders right, and quickly! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAA! ::<Katkind>::Actually…..kinda wanna thank him…Taco Bell stinks nowdays…::))
<Trina_Korat> <Turbokat> ::issa hovering outside::
<Trina_Korat> ((::SOOOOODEAD!!:))
<Hans_Lynx> ((::diies!::))
<Hans_Lynx> ::rushes over to a window to look out and sees:: The Turbokat?!
<Dark_Kat> ((<T-Bone> Yeah, you’re thanking me now, but just wait ’till you hear how much I spent on gas…))
<Joseph_Forge> ::blinks:: Just in time! come on! ::will go over to help Trina heft up Razor if he may!::
<Joseph_Forge> ((::DIIIIIES!::))
*** Dark_Kat is now known as Razor
<Gracie_Pat> ::i could sooo kiss T-Bone!::
<Razor> :: is hefted away ::
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> ::opens up the canopy:: Where’s that partner of mine? I broke several international laws just to get over here.
<Razor> <Merchant> :: from behind Hans anew :: I’ve got a lot of good things on sale, stranjah!
<Joseph_Forge> We got him here, T-Bone. ::going over to the T-Kat to load him inside!::
<Razor> <Zombies> :: starting to eat through the net ::
<Trina_Korat> ((<Hans> :getting fed up with merchant popping outta nowhere, tosses him into the zombie array after taking all his weapons::))
<Hans_Lynx> ACK! ::turns ’round, don’t have axe anymore had to loose it during that fall. glares at him:: Yeah, well keep them.
<Hans_Lynx> Stranjah.
<Gracie_Pat> ::Dang merchant.
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!))
<Gracie_Pat> We need to exit, asap! The sky is about to erupt in Nukes.
<Razor> :: is loaded ::
*** Razor is now known as Merchant
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> Oh, for the love of… ::turns to sorta pat Razor on the face:: C’mon, partner, wake up. I need my gunner with me.
<Merchant> <Razor> :: slapped awake XD :: hey!
<Trina_Korat> ::is in the meantime trying to get a hold of the NSA through the console::
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> Wake up, rise and shine, sleeping beauty.
<Joseph_Forge> We may need a quick lift out of here guys. ::to razor and t-bone:: Can the jet hold us all?
<Merchant> <Console> :: no worky ::
<Trina_Korat> Crud! <T-Bone> Can you guys get to the roof?
<Joseph_Forge> We can sure try. ::turns back to the others:: Roof guys! ASAP! ::will hurry that way!::
<Trina_Korat> But what about the people who were contaminated?!
<Joseph_Forge> well unless you got an antidote and can get the NSA to call off the bombing then we really have no choice do we?
<Gracie_Pat> Trina we need to go. They’re already dead.
<Trina_Korat> ::has a pained look on her face, goes after them:;
<Trina_Korat> ::gets back into his seat, goes to land the Turbokat on the roof and open the bay for them::
<Joseph_Forge> Come on. ::will put an arm around her shoulders to guide her upstairs to the roof!::
<Trina_Korat> ((T-Bone up there))
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<Trina_Korat> ::sighs, goes with::
<Gracie_Pat> ::follows them up to the roof::
<Gracie_Pat> ::has teh same problem as Trina, but from she gathered, if you’re a zombie you don’t go back::
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<Joseph_Forge> ((WB!))
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> Still with me, buddy?
<Trina_Korat> ((WB!))
<Hans_Lynx> ((least it didn’t take forever and a day this time. X_x0)
*** mode/#mbi_sk [+o Hans_Lynx] by Trina_Korat
<Hans_Lynx> ((did you get Hans asking Merchant if he had anything to make an international phone call?))
<Joseph_Forge> ::hurries to the roof and will go to board the T-Kat!::
<Trina_Korat> ((Nopes))
<Gracie_Pat> (( I don’t believe so.))
<Joseph_Forge> ((nope! we all going to the roof to get on the T-kat and get out of there!))
<Merchant> <Razor> :: takes his seat ::
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> Or are you gonna go crazy on me again? ::smirking::
<Hans_Lynx> ::then asks Merchant before he boards the T-Kat:: You have something to make an international phone call with?
<Merchant> :: follows along :: Heh heh, got somethin’ that might interest ya’ :: opens coat to reveal a sattelite phone ::
<Merchant> <Razor> Just fly :: head hurts lol ::
<Trina_Korat> ::is sitting in the bay, head in her arms::
<Joseph_Forge> ::will sit by her and put an arm around her shoulders:: Its alright. Its all over now. ::rubbing at her arm::
<Gracie_Pat> ::is sitting in the bay too ::
<Merchant> <Razor> :: notes his alarms going off :: I’m picking up an inbound nuclear warhead. We need to get of here fast.
<Hans_Lynx> Great! Hand it over.
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> Good, you got your sanity back. I can tell you all I did in MKC when you visit me in jail. ::fires up the engines::
<Merchant> Not enough cash.
<Trina_Korat> Exactly. ::softly:: It’s not fair. ,
<Hans_Lynx> Listen you, I’ll be saving your pathetic life you leech so that should be payment enough!
<Merchant> … :: hands it over XD ::
<Joseph_Forge> I know. I know its not….but….at least they won’t suffer anymore. ::leans over to kiss the top of her head::
<Hans_Lynx> Thank you. ::then hears that nuclear warhead inbound coming groans:: Trina! I need that number to NSA now!
<Trina_Korat> ::tells Hans what it is::
<Hans_Lynx> ::dials it up quickly! asks to speak to defense dept. and mun wondering if this is pointless or not lol:: What’s the ETA on that warhead?
<Hans_Lynx> ::boarding the T-Kat with Merchant in tow in case he can’t get ahold of ‘em XD::
<Merchant> :: boards :: Heh heh heh, thank you
*** Merchant is now known as Razor
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> :has them already in the air::
<Razor> Get us out of here T-Bone1
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> ::takes off!::
<Hans_Lynx> ::mun did not know lol he was with ‘em then. stupid IRC::
<Razor> <Defense Department> “… huh, well, about 5 minutes. I hope you’re not near ground zero.”
<Trina_Korat> ::hands in her hair, tears in her eyes::
<Hans_Lynx> It doesn’t matter if I am or not, is there anyway to divert it from the area?
<Razor> <Defense Department> “Sorry. Nice knowing you, pal” :: cuts connection ::
<Trina_Korat> ::is getting them well away from the area::
<Trina_Korat> ((T-Bone))
<Hans_Lynx> … ::grips phone in hand.:: <I tried…> ::sighs, slumps against cargobay wall::
<Razor> <Nuclear Missile> :: zooms past them, heading towards the castle ::
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> ::eyes wide;: They didn’t….
<Razor> Fly faster!
<Joseph_Forge> ::pulls trina close to hug her and cover her ears. no want her to hear it::
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> ::puts it into Speed of Heat, flies the heck on outta there::
<Hans_Lynx> ::wark! lol pressed against wall lol glad he’s used to heavy g’s::
<Joseph_Forge> ((<Trina> I sure hope speed of heat works faster than our oven heat does…..::Tapping foot. Been waiting thirty minutes for the preheat on the oven to finish…::))
<Razor> <Missile> :: no impact is seen as it explodes in the BG, casting a white bright light behind them that glows brither than the sun ::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL!!))
<Hans_Lynx> ::glad he can’t see from within’ the bay XD::
<Hans_Lynx> ::or would be Bliiinded by the liiight::
<Razor> ((Aaaand, mun is about to collapse despite sleep surplus. XD ))
<Trina_Korat> <T-Bone> ::squints his eyes shut, teeth gritted::
<Hans_Lynx> ((LOL! ::hugs:: Night Matt!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((Mawww nights Matt! ::hugs!::))
<Trina_Korat> ((:dies:: Night, Matt!))
<Razor> <RPG> :: do they survive or not? Cliff hangar XD
<Razor> ::
<Gracie_Pat> (( I’m about to drop myself @_@ ))
<Trina_Korat> ((Pause here? It’s almost 3 a.m., dudes. XD))
<Hans_Lynx> ::we Survive! XD))
<Joseph_Forge> ((nights to you as well, Graciemun!))
<Joseph_Forge> ((lol! sounds like a good idear))
<Hans_Lynx> ((yes Pause))