Avatar RP VIII: Chapter VII: Timing

[Overcast]

OC-M decided that he was finally about ready to make a long post. It had been a while, mostly because he didn't have much to say, he had built himself to be a bit weak and dependent on random chance. Right now there was a need for something to happen to make this place better, because it was all so incredibly,

"BORING! meta"

He screamed into the emptiness of space. You could hear it too, oddly enough. Everyone could hear it. Everyone in the universe. Except that last part, that same last part that was suddenly edited into his first statement for the sake of making it a recurring thing, but enough of that.

It was time to start.

He ducked into his box as it winked out of the universe and tore the dimension a new hole next to Mauve's X-wing. He raised a hand that caught the ship stopping it from its terrifying flipfest that committed the sin of soda spilling. Quite uncouth. He shoved the universe apart again, forming a new Overcast to enter the R2D2 spot. There was a distinct difference in this one though as the little boxhead was a bit more attached to the ship than usual the neck extending with wires and attaching to the primary systems, using it as his body rather than his typical getup. The new OC was dubbed the serial number OCD2. The symbiosis had granted him the ability to send information to the cockpit in a much more meaningful fashion than trying to talk in a vacuum! Which was good because he had a dark suggestion to offer the Mauve one,

"Shyria inbound to attack, recommend offensive maneuvers."

Of course he said all of that in beeps and boops so whether or not Mauve actually understood it was up in the air. Then again in Star Wars it was like everybody understood what that crazy little bot was saying, so he could safely bet that it had.

Meanwhile.

OC-M ripped himself out of the void and nearby Shyria herself to continue the scheme. From this new hole a new avatar was made only in this case he had been gifted with a space suit similar to those used for the fake moon landing that had occurred where OC-M had come from only no big reflective helmet, for that would have hidden his box! Still the rest of the outfit seemed suitable for the space cowboy/space dragon rider routine he was going to fill. And so he was granted the name Overcast Space Dragoon! Or OSD, if you were lazy, and as his first action as the rider he took off his head and tossed it toward Mauve's ship! He was hoping this would spark some conflict between the two. Maybe little miss Dragon would play along, but she might just eat him. Eating him was always a possibility.

Then he dissipated again. The next OC coming into existence nearby Dr. Ethington, his lab coat flaring out in the wind that wasn't actually there as he blasted at the Mint Vanilla with CONCENTRATED SCIENCE EXTRACT! ...actually it was just souped up laundry cleaner, but either way it almost immediately restored the the other to a state of clean as if the minty terror had never existed. The Box grinned from his position as he tried to act oversuspicious,

"Saaaaaay, where are the weapons on this thing?"

Of course that was an incredibly suspicious statement! But the way the doc was, and considering the wonder of being amongst a colleague so prestigious as Professor OC he might just be able to get away with it. Or he might have to take PERSONAL CONTROL. Such things happen in the world of science.

On the Azure Aesir a new OC appeared, with far more feminine features than any other OC before it. Dubbed, Overcast Bishoujo and noted as the closest thing to a female that OC-M had ever created on this forum she stood amongst the rest of the crew with a nervous look on her box,

"...I say shoot her."

The request was simple, but they would probably interrogator her first. That is the trouble of suddenly appearing like you belong, but she had the power of empty threats on her side! Nobody wants the spambots on you after all, and hopefully the Professor was making some leeway up with the Doctor.

Speaking of bots, deep in the Valker ship a new OC, with a bit more of a modular look had appeared in the network. It stumbled upon the integrated Arhra. With a cold mechanical voice it sent in the suggestion of inter-ship warfare. With only one decided truth,

"SHE HAS IT COMING."

Robo-OC didn't need to say much about Asheth, he just wanted to let it happen. Somewhere it knew that V and she had some bad blood worth shooting large lasers at, and if it could coerce such an action, even if OC-B failed such terrible fury might inspire some nervous trigger fingers.

OC-M floated high above the scene watching all the little boxheads at work. Most of them were likely about to die, but that was fine by him. His characters dying never really made him unhappy, as long as they had served a good purpose in the short time they were alive, and maybe, just maybe, they would plant the seed of conflict in the hearts and minds of his friends. Then this place would be maybe a smidge less boring,

"What do you think IC? A good use for that shameful little plot device? meta"