NPF Avatars 5 - Another Version Of The Truth

[Wizardcat]

Wizzle glanced at the map displaying all of the units in the area. They were even color-coded, red and blue, depending on what side they had alligence to. Flare's had changed from blue to red, signifying a change of sides of sorts, but a look outside the viewscreen seemed to show that they had it under control. The map also indicated as such, as there were quite a few blue dots near the single red one.

He studied it more intently and took note of the nearest red dot. Pressing on the screen, the Zord's data on it appeared on screen; It was the Rei known as Rei Zeus and the computer told the cat mage that this Rei seemed to have all of the capabilities of the original. It also told him that the odds of victory in a one-on-one fight between the two of them in the current situation, factoring in O'Sullivan, the environment, and all known capabilities of the two machines, was a mere 4.28%. Wizzle sighed. Even in games of equal chance, he always seemed to lose and the odds were far from equal.

Which was why he was going to have to cheat, in a manner of sorts. The feline turned to the Plushie Wizardcat who was enjoying a snack from a mini-fridge. "Mini-me! We have need of a Chaos Emerald!"

The miniature mage instantly knew what the larger one meant. "You would not!" he squeaked. "There is no way you're getting me to do that!"

Wizzle raised an eyebrow. "Huh. Then, this won't work. Hikari~!" The Plushie Hikari grinned evilly then advanced towards the tiny cat.

A short while later, Plushie Wizzle was now slightly emerald-shaped, having used an ability to take on the attributes of an Chaos Emerald. And as anyone knew, a Chaos Emerald's energy gave immense power to any machine it was hooked up to! Of course, this meant they had to run an electrical current through the small feline, causing no small amount of pain, I assure you.

With this new energy surge, the percentage reading started climbing as Wizzle resumed his place in the Captain's seat. Eventually, it stopped at 42.80%. "Much better," the cat mage said to the air, satisfied. "Now, let's tip the odds a little more." He positioned one paw above a magical interface, and started a stream of twilight magic into it to accumulate even more power. Eventually, the percentage topped off at 50.0%.

"Perfect. Full Synchro!" The machine reacted to the command, activating a mental interface that would give full manual control. The face of the robo-tiger grinned as the four-legged robot became a two-legged one and the forelegs became functional arms. It also now had spikes on its back for some reason.

It didn't matter, as the Zord moved forward to engage Rei Zeus. the screen went dark for a second before it returned to show a Blue health gauge at the bottom, an cyan enemy health gauge in the top right, a live counter in the bottom left, as well as a ring counter and a timer in various other locations. REI ZEUS was spelled out in the center of the screen, one letter at a time as the camera kept taking different angles of the two combatants. During this, one could hear Wizzle say, "You won't get away with this!"

When the words faded, the battle was underway; The orange tiger strafed sideways, gathering rings, and locked onto the green-clad Rei and fired the volcan cannon repeatedly, as well as firing the slower but more powerful energy orbs. The spheres also tracked the enemy, too. He only hoped the attacks kept her busy enough for him to gather enough rings.

(OOC: Whee, SA2:B Tails/Eggman boss/versus battles!)

[Bailey]

"Newb, even with my super powers of awesome predictiveness, I couldn't figure out what the hell form you'd be in around now. So, I just threw a bit of absolutely everything I could find into your MechaZord and called it good."

TEN O'Clock had summoned his MechaZord to find that it was some form of bizarre centaurpede with a goatee and sideburns in bright blue, and a large bin for a mane.

TEN O'Clock raised an eyebrow. "To pull that off, Pyros must have cut costs somewhere. I feel sorry for the poor schmuck who got the bargain bot. Probably doesn't even have a TV screen in it. Now, let's see what these buttons do..."

[PyrosNine]

"Ha ha, Rei Classic. You seem to have multiplied yourself, but today you will meet your comeuppance, your come downnance, and come to piecenances! Japanese-English Emo-World-Peas-Bot: Hell! BATTLE MODE!"

The main vid screen lit up:

"Cast in the name of (a) God, Ye totally Guilty!"

"I'll say you american [expletive] [expletive again] [he's building this entire sentence out of] [expletives!], guilt is as guilty [Expletive removed: I only cut costs on Ecurt's, Newb! Mime's view screen was given to orphans! Needy orphans! Orphans who happen to live in my house! Or used to live....]"

"As the unnofficial red ranger, it is my sworn duty to defeat the main evil leader antagonist of the bad guy's super team, before rallying the rest of my super team to battle with the final bad guy with some sappy speech about friendship! And that means YOU!"

Japanese-English Emo-World-Peas-Bot: Hell fired up the ONO system, and ONO quickly scanned and located 42 percieved weaknesses and methods to attack them, and immediately picked out the most likely best one.

"WE USE POWER OF SONG!"

Japanese-English Emo-World-Peas-Bot: Hell put it's fingers on the guitar's strings, and two huge speakers sprouted from it's shoulders.

"ONO SPECIAL SONG LEVEL 1!" Ono called out, and took a deep breath.

"OPEN YOUR BOX, OPEN YOUR LEGS, OPEN YOUR WORLD, OPEN, OPEN, OPEN!"

The pure power of Ono's screeching was concentrated and blasted at Rei Classic from Japanese-English Emo-World-Peas-Bot: Hell's speakers, threatening to destroy her on numerous levels, each worse than the last!

Especiallly level 8-3. Damn hammer bros...

[Bailey]

One of the buttons in the centaurpedebot's cockpit lit up and TEN O'Clock automatically pressed it.

This was apparently the wrong thing to do, as his viewscreen suddenly had the lyrics to Ono's song show up, with a bouncing ball showing which word was supposed to be sung then.

"No! Not karaoke! I hate karaoke!"

TEN O'Clock pressed another button and the karaoke disappeared, banished to somebody else's viewscreen.

"Now, let's see, what does this button do..."

TEN O'Clock pressed a button and the arms of his centaurpedebot reached back into the manebin, pulling out a large fish, much like the kind that Fenris had strapped to his back, but far bigger, and made of metal.

"Uhhh... I believe this is yours..." TEN O'Clock held the fish out to Fenris.

[Nikose Tyris]

Nikose heard all the statements coming at him, and he jumped to the top of the Zord. "GUYS! Grab your shards!"

He echoed TEN's Cry.

"IT'S MORPHIN' TIME!"

[Red Mage Black]

Black floated up towards Nikose, Latis glowing brighter then before. "This would've happened sooner or later." The simple amulet enveloped his body in a jade blob. He could only think his fate was left to his mildly insane teacher.

[Melfice]

Indori rejoined with his partner.
Melfice heard Nikose's cry: "It's Morphin' Time!"
He sighed.

"Nikose, why must you embarrass us so?"
"He does what he must do, Melfice. Act like the fool he is."
"Still, it reflects on all of our reputations. Still, let us join him. You know what to do."
"Right you are, sir."

The obsidian wolf melted to a puddle of ooze and reformed into a black crystalline shard. Melfice placed the shard on a pendant, and mimicked Nikose's movements, feeling quite embarrassed he was doing this.

From the shard Indori once again oozed to form the sleek, yet quite armoured, suit he had become accustomed to wear during his fights.
Melfice also noticed some holes had formed on this suit, and thinking back, there were plugs in the command chair of his Zord.
Going back into the metallic wolf, he sat down and linked up with the robot.

The helmet that had formed itself now became a HUD of real-time information coming in from all the sensors.

"Pretty impressive. How did you know how to form these points though, Indori?"
"Apparently, Nenyel gave me this information. Otherwise, I would not now how I knew this either, Melfice."

[Flarecobra]

"Ohshit..." Was all I said as the blasts knocked me off of Mauve's bot, and I landed onto the ground with a very wet-sounding SPLAT!

[TheBlindMime]

Despite the lack of a proper view screen and the growing concern that the armor might be little more then aluminum TBM questioned whether or not he should fight or take flight. TBM and his plushie assistant TBM immediately began discussing their options. On the first hand, giant robot with giant robo battle, on the other hand freedom + giant robot - giant robo battle. TBM had at one point considered being a math major, as such this problem was easy to discern, Plushie TBM was so pleased with the results he issued a single thumbs up.

The Kyuubot immediately turned tail and ran, the mech easily climbed higher through what precious little remained of the wreckage until he stood just in front of the moon. Then TBM politely cleared his throat to draw attention to himself. Unsurprising it didn't help. So he just started screaming into the loudspeaker like his one true hero (a hero he made up).

"REI HERMES YOU NOW FACE THE WRATH OF ME, THE BLIND MIME-ASSASSIN-FOR-HIRE! THIS WORLD IS NOT LARGE ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US! ONLY ONE PERSON CAN USE ROYAL BLUE TEXT TO HIGHLIGHT THEIR SPEECH! YOU SHAMEFULLY HAVE STOLEN THE COLOR THAT IS RIGHTFULLY MINE. THUS ONE OF US MUST DIE!"

The Kyuubot reared back, "YOU! To uh... be more specific." He again cleared his throat but this time it was more to ease the pain he'd just created. How did that guy do it (even if he was fictional). "Lets finish this!" TBM gripped the controls tightly, dramatically, accidentally!

"Turbo Engaged." A feminine voice declared in a manner so serene you would politely smile on instinct alone.

"The What-sit what-ed?" In less then a blink of an eye the kyuubot was moving faster then anyone could even see, or for that matter not see. TBM had no idea where he was going or what he was doing, suddenly gashes slashed almost everyone around the arena without any trace of TBM or the Kyuubot to be seen. Though the sudden slashes here and there were startling - as was the bloodcurdling scream that seemed to be echoing off of itself - they didn't harm anyone, didn't even come close.

But it was awesome enough for Plushie TBM to issue two thumbs up as he lie pressed against the back wall. As it turned out there was no plushie friendly seating available. (Damndable free robot!)

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For those out there looking for the answer to the earlier equation here it is:
First combine like terms

freedom + giant robot - giant robo battle.
freedom + (Giant robot - giant robo battle) = - Lame Giant Robot.

Now subtract

Freedom - Lame Giant Robot = Sitting on parents couch wondering what the hell happened.

[mauve]

Mauve..?

"Buh?" Mauve asked. She looked down, noticing the light blue crystal set in a silver ring on her pinky. "Oh yeah. I forgot about you. How's it goin'?"

You're not a very good adoptive parent, Eol grumbled. I haven't done anything in this game since the moment you got me.

Mauve sighed and fired the energy weapon in her Zord's palm at one of the Reis.

"Look, this really isn't the time to be discussing this. Giant robots, birth of a malevolent god, betrayal by those who I once called friends, potential end of the world... See?" Mauve explained.

Yeah, yeah.... The crystal dimmed. Then it pulsed with light, remembering something. Oh, hey, right: Nikose and Mommy say that they want to do something with all the people who have shards. That okay with you?

Mauve's Zord hurled a giant fireball into the sky at another Rei Scout.

"Huh... I dunno. Is it gonna kill and/or humilate me?" she asked absently, tapping away at the Zord's controls.

Eol thought about this.

Pro'lly not. Maybe. I dunno.

MauveBot's other hand fired a white laser blast at the Pedrosen.

"Hmmm... Well, okay, I guess. Go ahead." Mauve said. "But I'm holding Nikose accountable for whatever happens."


The ring flowed from her finger and Mauve found herself wearing a blue crystal chestplate and shoulder guards. It hooked up to the seat, just like everyone elses.