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Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues

elecman:

screwcrusher:

See Punk hadn’t been expecting Rock’s teammate to like, you know, straight up kick Rock outta his damn way. That threw him off guard and was pretty fuckin’ funny. What happened next, once his screwcrushers were zapped into smoking shreds in midair, not so much.

Just in time to think ‘how the fuck do you DODGE ELECTRICITY' and then make a very admirable attempt at carrying the thought out, Punk instantly shorts out with an abrupt sort of screech that could have come from either his mouth or whatever just short circuited and popped inside of him. It hurt like a bitch and that's about the last thing he's aware of before he clunks uselessly to the sand, visor blank and the rest of him motionless. 

At least it shut him up.

Elec said nothing as he watched Punk clunk over, powered down within seconds. He warily looked around before lowering his arm, his shoulders seeming to sag a little, his stance no longer on the defense. “He’ll be fine, sorry about that Rock.” he apologized, sighing. “At least he went down easy.” he extended a hand to Rock to help him up, still looking tired and clearly worried about someone else was going to leap out of the bushes. “Let’s go home.”

Rock leant back on Rush’s shoulder as the dog sat up behind him, sighing as he watched Punk go down. He knew a power-out was a pretty merciful way to incapacitate the Wilybot, but Rock couldn’t help but feel generally bad about any robot purposed specifically for hating and eliminating the blue boy. It made him feel responsible, in a helpless, self-blaming sort of way. Still, it was good to have Elec here and unharmed— especially with the monumental help he offered just now.

"It’s okay, thanks Elec… Yeah, let’s get going. Forte could be on us any second now."He reached out and took hold of his linemate’s offering hand, gladly accepting the help back up to his feet. “You look so worn out, but everybody’s gonna be so happy to see you safe and sound..!”

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Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues

elecman:

screwcrusher:

"What fresh fuck is this?!" The red bot screeches, still working on recovering from being run over by the fucking Plutocycle. Elec is out of Punk’s reach before he can register that another goddamn Light Bot had wormed its way onto the island, let alone do anything about it. 

It looks like he’s just staring stupidly at them for a second. And he kind of is, but at the same time he’s running over his specs real quick to see what his resistance to electric attacks was. Minimal. Electric Shock was this guy’s thing, right? Of course it was.

>WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!

He blasts at Bass, who was still dicking around in the jungle behind the Douchebag Duo. Maybe if he fired another volley at them he’d hit him. He looks between the two of them for a second and can’t come up with anything better than to dash away from Elec, putting Rock between them and firing as he closes in.

Elec wrinkled his nose at Rock while ignoring Punk’s freak out. “I believe the plan was to put me in their debt by repairing me. They apparently thought I was ‘three laws’ away from joining their side… because they’re that deluded.” he explained, voice tense with barely controlled anger and his words dripping with pure disgust. His expression shifted though, and Rock could see just how tired Elec looked. “Just- can we go home already?” he asked as Punk’s tantrum reached a fever pitch and he fired some lame projectile at them. Without missing a beat, Elec’s boot connected at Rock’s hip and gave him a mighty shove out of the way of the blades, his arm coming around and firing off a Thunder Beam at the RKN.

Punk was certainly in for a nasty shock.

"—Uh!?" Rock and Rush’s reactions were the same to the sudden boot-shove from the impatient powerbot. They hit the ground, and from the ground could only look on as Elec displayed his utter lack of tolerance for Punk’s followup assault.

“..Whoa..”

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Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues

elecman:

With how cowardly the both of them had been acting mere moments before, Elec had certainly not been expecting to look over his shoulder and see the two DWNs following behind him as he headed out to meet Rock head on. Whether it was to go after the intruder themselves, or just to monitor him, he didn’t know or care now that he’d had his weapons re-activated. The journey through the fortress wasn’t nearly as burdensome as he’d remembered; the stronghold was riddled with shortcuts and bypasses, if you knew just where to look for them. Finding Megaman was similarly easy, though getting through the dense underbrush of the forest was not.

"ROCK!" A voice called, temporarily breaking the tension between Punk and the blue bomber. Crashing inelegantly through the forest, Elec emerged, looking harried. While not outwardly damaged, his expression was certainly stressed, though it was understandable considering he’d been kidnapped hours previous. “Get away from him!” Elec shouted at Punk, raising an electrified arm at the RKN, taking his place at Rock’s side. Much closer now, the other DLN could see Elec was looking pretty rough around the edges, even his posture looked tired.

Nearby, Crash and Flash waited in the wings, ready for whatever may come. It was the ultimate test, was Elec really on their side?

image"Elec!?" Rock and Rush both turn their attention to the seemingly wearied linemate, Rock easing back off of the handlebars to sit upright as he looks over at his brother.

"You’re okay!! Thank goodness, everyone back home’s so scared for you! C’mon, forget about Punk, the fighting can stop now! Let’s get out of here while the getting’s good!"

Looking Elec over a moment longer, something occurs to the number-one son. “.. Who cleaned you up, Elec? Last I got to see of you, you were a shredded mess…”

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Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues

screwcrusher:

Okay, that was cool as hell. Punk had maybe two hundredths of a second to be impressed before his block failed and the Rushcycle plowed into him full force. The red and white and black all over tangle of dog and bot goes skidding into the sand.

When Rush peels away Punk has a perfectly comical crisscrossing of tire marks across his armor. “FUCKIN-!!!” He jumps to his feet and fires shots at the mongrel. “Piece ‘a shit pound puppy lookin’ motherfucker,” oh right. Mega Man. Punk whirls and fires in his general area too, just for the hell of it and to make up for not paying attention to him for the last four seconds.

>ANY DAY NOW DUDE!!

Punk sends to Bass with maximum priority flags all over the message. How long did it take an asshole with a flying wolf to get through some fucking trees?!

Rock returned to his feet in the time Rush had run Punk over, and when the RKN lashed back with another spread of Screw Crushers at both the DLN and his dog, each slid out of the way of the attacks— towards one another in a semi-circular parameter around Punk. More than their helmet designs were in synchronization— the two move with minimal apparent communication, when united on the battlefield, Rock and Rush are as one.

Meeting in front of the scuffed, spiky slaughterbot, Rock mounts the seat on Rush’s back, taking hold of the handles on the dogbot’s helmet and revving the engines. “You’re not stopping us, Punk! Outta the way!”

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Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues

screwcrusher:

"Like I give half a fuck!" Punk shouts back as they dodge and weave and generally make a destructive oily mess of a good winding quarter mile of the jungle that would send any nature bot into a proper fit. Punk didn’t know what the hell Rock wanted on Skull Island but as long as he was out here and Enker stayed inside where he could not cause a scene he was perfectly fine with it all.

Bass’ signal gets closer on Punk’s sensors, and as much as he’d like to punch the piss out of Rock himself he’d heard of the kind of tantrums that guy threw when he missed out on his own shot. So, he decided, his job was to contain the little fucker and keep him from going inside the fortress.

Punk waits for an opening and charges forward, but instead of ramming right into Rock, skids sharply in the direction of his dodge, cutting him off and transforming just long enough to fire a lateral barrage of Screwcrushers that would shred the blue bomber if he didn’t turn back into the jungle.

image"Uuhghh—!!" Rock wasn’t so fortunate as to completely avoid the volley of Screw Crushers thrown his way— avoiding total shredding by them, but only by the skin of his teeth and some armor-deep gashes.

imageTumbling aside after Punk’s attack, Rock falls into the sand and kicks up large, dusty plumes of it, sliding a ways back on the side of his body and stopping on his belly, turning his head upright again to find Punk before him. The RKN would have Rock right where he wanted him— if not for the sudden change in digi-pigment beneath the shallow surface of his suit making a sudden change from oily black Oil Slider to a new, familiar red and white color scheme. When Rush delivered Roll safely home, he became readily available to Rock’s armaments once again, and now summonable by teleport waypoint—

image— the faithful robo-fido appears from behind Rock in a bright red flash, teleport-beaming right onto the scene in Rush-Bike mode and jumping out from behind his ground-prone partner, ramming straight towards the mohawk’d menace with whirling wheels and burning tailpipes.

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Operation Fortress Infiltration Continues

screwcrusher:

This was perfect! Punk couldn’t have asked for better timing to have his favorite punching bag show up literally on his front porch. Between Shade and Ballade being shitfucks at one another, Enker being a shitfuck about everything, Wily being shitfucking gone AGAIN, and his idol being a gay fuckshit with a seventh gen, he was so, so totally ready to beat the hell out of someone. And who better than some little kid beloved by all mankind, right?

The island tilt makes him ungracefully slide into a wall in the middle of his sprint to the entrance of the fortress, but he’s so stupid with RAGE he doesn’t even bother with a “what the fuck” as he toggles on his armor and keeps running. His HUD tells him the little shit is somewhere in the jungle really close, and Bass was somewhere out there too apparently, but nobody gave a fuck about Bass. Nobody gave a fuck about Ballade either, which is why his dumb ass got left behind while Punk pulled off a sweet ass parkour jump off the balcony near a giant eyesocket, down a few ledges and rolls across some tiered roofs until he was in the sand and headed towards the jungle like a literal ball of anger.

He doesn’t even wait until he sees Rock, he just springs out of sphere mode the moment his sensors were all like “okay he’s in range now” and starts shredding the trees in Rock’s general direction with Screwcrusher as recklessly as he could. Even if all he could do was slow the fucker down until Bass got his (way stronger) hands on him (because Punk respected power and actually did give a tiny fuck about Bass), he’d be a happy shithead.

"Metal Blades!?" Rock shouts to himself as he kicks out of his Oil Slider move to slow-up enough, barely managing to avoid getting sliced through by the spinning buzzsaw-discs. "No, they’re…!" "—Scrap!!" The moment Rock sees Punk lunging his way, in and out of his spinball of terror, the blue bomber makes a very ‘NOPE’ maneuver and skids to a halt, dashes in a perpendicular direction to where Punk is coming from, and shoots another Oil Slider to kick into, leading Punk on a speedy little chase through the patches of sand and jungle foliage. "Is it a safe guess you’re not alone, Punk!?" He calls out after the RKN behind him. He wants to make a good distance between him and the fearsome bot, but knowing that crimson crusher’s rolling sphere-mode, there’s no way he’d be able to out-speed him, even on an oil-assisted slide. "Can’t this wait!? I’m in a hurry!!"

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ribbonroll:

Roll couldn’t help but huff. This has been very stressful and disappointing…She blinked her eyes at that. She was disappointed…?

Wait, wait, that wasn’t what she was supposed to be feeling! She should be relieved that Rock’s going to go and save Elec—-Wait, Elec…But—-Argh!

That couldn’t be a good sign. Roll made a note to get a check-up later. That is, if she wouldn’t get any backlash from the others for her sudden decision once she’s home.

> You’d better, Rock! You owe them!

Roll sighed in resignation as she got Rush out of the water, the robodog transforming in his Rush Jet form. As they started on their way back to the Light Labs, she couldn’t help but look back at the direction of the Fortress.

> Don’t worry about me; I’ll be very careful. You, on the other hand, should! Besides, I’m not in a very good mood right now; DWNs would be sorry if they tried anything on me.

> …Good luck out there, Rock. I know you can do it!

>Thanks, Roll! You know me, I’ll pull through one way or another! Things’ll work out, I promise we’ll all make it home again and Wily’s gonna be left having a kickstarter or something for a new skull-shaped pillow fort!

> In the mean time, tell everyone it’s gonna be okay when you’re home again. We all love you sis, and the others’ll be more comfortable seeing you make it back safe and sound! They need you!

ribbonroll:

Again with the ‘no’. Roll was getting pretty sick of hearing it by now, but even then, she knew they were right. When she couldn’t come up with a valid argument when the fact that Splash had just spared her was brought up was proof of that. Damn it (Roll made a mental note to put a dollar into the swear jar later), she was so close…!

> All right, all right; I’ll go home. But…

> Promise me you’ll apologize to everyone back home for taking Fire with you when you turned us down!

> And give Forte a good kick for me for thinking that I can’t take him on!

Quite frankly, she couldn’t (unless she’s super lucky) but she wanted to let off some steam.

Crud, he would have to explain bringing Fire along when he said no to everyone else about it… Cut’s definitely going to have some words.

> Ehe, uh.. Y-yeah, sure! Will do..!

He sure wasn’t specific about what he was agreeing to. Maybe he can just.. prioritize the kick for Forte and the apology to everyone else could sit on the backburner…

> Safe trip, Sis— be quick but be even more careful! I’m not super comfortable about any other Wilybots having the chance to decide whether to help or attack you!

ribbonroll:

rokkuman:

> Huh?

> Dragged by what? Who?

> I mean, the further away from here you are the safer! But— ARE you safe?

> I’m not even sure if I should be telling you to go back home without me or stick closeby for me to help you!

More questions; it took Roll some time to sort out some unnecessary data before she was able to reply.

> Sis—-I mean, Splash took me and Rush away from there. But she hadn’t attacked us…so I think we’re safe!

She brightened up a bit at the last part, despite the difficulties she’d experienced earlier. So long as there’s a sliver of a chance she could help…

> Well…The sooner Rush gets to you, the better, right…?

> Definitely! Especially with Forte here— he has like no other weaknesses.

> … Wait, wait! No way, not if you’re with him! Splash just gave you a free pass, and I’m glad she’s got your back on this one, but I think you should take advantage and get to safety!

> I’ll be fine, I can hold out long enough for Rush to take you back to land before he comes back for me. I might’ve had a close call just now, but I think that’s the worst it’ll get! He just knocked my clock forward like.. Wow really? over 40 minutes?

Rock didn’t seem fully aware that he was actually killed just shortly ago. He was still pretty confident— even if he still knew that this place was trouble.

ribbonroll:

> Err…

How should she explain this? Her head was still reeling (so to speak) from all the data she had to process from earlier.

> To put things simply, Rush and I aren’t where you are right now…but we’re not back home yet.

> And no, I’m not kidnapped! We got dragged away from the area for a couple kilometers, give or take.

> Huh?

> Dragged by what? Who?

> I mean, the further away from here you are the safer! But— ARE you safe?

> I’m not even sure if I should be telling you to go back home without me or stick closeby for me to help you!

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