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Yeah, but you're going to have to tend with an annoyed five hundred year old vampire and a certain power Anya is developing. And yeah..... *starts eating one of Karyn's infamous PANCAKES OF DOOM!*

"This is Optimus Prime. We need help. The Decepticons have come to Earth, and the Autobot Forces are greatly outnumbered. I beg of you, if any Autobots are within the vicinity, please aid us." The Decepticons have revived Megatron, although the Fallen is no more. Now, Megatron knows that the information of the Cube is within the mind of Sam Witwicky. Now, Megatron will stop at nothing to obtain him and rend his flest, if only to obtain the information the Cube possesses. However, there is someting far more powerful approaching Cybertron. A planet sized object that has already destroyed many planets. It is Unicron, devourer or planets, destroyer of entire races. Already, Cybertron's second moon has detected it. As the forces of the Autobots on Earth are already stretched thin enough, It is up to the rest of us Autobots to protect Earth before it too is consumed. For Cybertron, it is too late. The final reminants of the Cube and the Matrix hold the only power that can possibly stop it. In this fight, who will be the winner? Alright, you get the jist of what's going on. Name: Vehicle form: (a pic would be nice) Personality: History Alrighty peeps, lets play!

I figured i should come up with the most random shit possible...

Dunan threw on a pair of pants and a trench coat, And opened the balcony doors. Taking a flying leap, he jumps to the next building, his mind searching in ever widening circles. Finally, he found Dawner. Dawner's mind was spacey, he'd already been in the sun too long. "Damn it..." Dunan could already tell Dawner was in trouble, He was delerious. Dunan took off in the direction that he felt Dawner's presence. Seconds ticked by, turning into minutes. Soon enough, Dunan came upon his Dawner, face down in the shifting sand. Dunan picked hm up, Dawner had fallen unconcious. He was randomly saying things, making no sense. "No, Draco, I don't wanna eat dog food!" Dunan's brow furrowed, as he looked down. "Ok....That wasn't weird, no not at all..." Dunan picked up Dawner, and sprinted back to the hotel. The sun was rising ever higher, making Dunan ever more uncomfortable. He was glad that Dawner had been turned using his own blood, otherwise Dawner might have met his maker. Dunan's blood was a very powerful substance, but he wasn't God. It had it's limits, but for now, it had been strong enough to keep Dawner alive. Dunan leaped up, landing on the balcony, holding the Dawner, who was still shouting more random things. "No Mister director...... There's not enough pineapples to make a hat..." Karyn came rushing over, her concerned face turning to confusion. "Um.... Is he okay?" Dunan shrugged. "He got a little too much sun, but he'll be fine. He needs tobe put in bed." Cali came over, lookng over dawner, as he shouted, " Boobies make great bongos!" Cali looked down at her own, her confusion evident, even in her blank face. "I guess they're big enough....." The room erupted into relieved laughter. Dawner was fine, although the things he was saying were making Dunan wonder what he was dreaming about. Dunan lied him down on the bed, and sat down next to him. Anya came in, sitting next to Dawner. "Figured he'd nearly get himself killed.... he was blonde at one point.." "Shush, Anya. You're just as concerned about him as I am." "Dunan... that guy came here." "The one with the creepy obsession with you?" "Yeah... I.... Don't know what to do." Karyn crossed her arms. "We beat his head in next time we see him. I doubt he could take all of us on...." "True.... Problem solved." Dunan commented. Dawner was beginning to come to his senses. "Are you alright? "Groggy...... Head.... foggy..." Dunan bit into his wrist, and held it to Dawner. "Here. This will help." Dawner drank, his eyes becoming wider and wider, clearer and clearer. "Now that's more like it." Dawner commented. "That's some yummy stuff." "Vampire blood is a rare treat for our kind.... I'm not surprised you think that." Dunan shrugged. "Alright, you get some rest, and don't ever pull that again. Otherwise...." Dunan looked up at the ceiling. "No booty for you for a month." "NO!!!!" Dawner cried. Dunan smiled, and replied. "Then don't do dumb shit like that again."

I can so see it now..... Karyn, Cali, and Anya... "Good morning, Charlie." "Good morning, angels."

Dunan sighed. Anya by now was plastered. Cali walked in again, and sat down beside Anya. She grasped the bottle Anya was still drinking from, and took a swig from it. "So, you're a drinker now, eh?" Anya said, slurring her words. Cali's eye brow twitched, but she said nothing. Anya drooped her arm over the sullen Cali, and burped. Dunan's face curled up, and he remarked, "Sexy... real sexy..." "I know...BUUUUUUUUUURP!" At this point Cali blinks at Anya, but her face is still as unmoving as porceiln. "How.... drunk are you?" Dawner snorted. "Plenty. She's been drinking steadily for the past three hours." "Yeah... about that... ROSETTA! ANOTHER ROUND! AND MAKE IT A DOUBLE FOR MY FRIEND HERE!" Anya! Can you be any louder??" Dawner scolded. "Sure I can! MAKE IT QUICK!" Dunan groaned, and patted the now dazed Dawner on the back. Anya yanked on her Ankh, and began to babble into it. "KARYN! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" She started laughing, and Dunan plucked the ankh from her hand. "I'm hurrying, damn it." came Karyn's voice, sound unamused. Dunan started speaking. "Well, howdy, Karyn! How ya been?" "Busy, but good. How are you and Dawner?" "We're good. Happy as peaches. So, where are you right now?" "I'm on my way to Cairo. I'll be there within a few minutes.... one of my clan is a spell caster. He'll be-" There was a loud screech, and Karyn popped into existence next to the table. Looking around, she was startled. Dunan stood up, and laughed. He picked her up in a hug, swinging her around. She hugged him back, smiling. Anya got up, and promptly fell on her face. She shok herself, and got up again. "Hi, Karyn!" "Anya! I.... Someone ambushed me today, wanting to know where you are! We have to get moving! He's like... obsessed with finding you or something! Anya cocked her head. "Who the hell would be after me?" "I don't know who the bastard is..... But I lied to him and told him you were in Russia. But.... I don't know if he fell for it.... He's got some weird power... he's a telepath.... I think...." Dunan crossed his arms. "Anya, who'd you piss off?" Anya started yelling. "LIKE I KNOW WHO THE FUCK IS AFTER ME! I DON'T KNOW ANY TELEPATHIC FUCKTARD WEIRDOS!" Dunan shushed her, only to make her grow louder. "I WILL NOT SHUT UP! BRING IT ON WHOEVER YOU ARE!" Anya stompped out of the bar, Dunan following her with the others tagging on not far behind. They all manage to make it to Dunan and Dawner's hotel, and they pay for another room for them all to stay in.The rag tag group makes their way up to the rooms, and Dunan opens the door to their suite. Cali looks around, while Karyn whistles. "A honeymoon suite, right? You two really splurged on this....." Dunan opened a liquor cabinet, and poured himself a glass of wine, while Anya was already asleep on the couch. "Looks like we're missing Wolfie-boy.... I wonder where he is...." Dunan said, offering a glass to everyone. They all clinked glasses, to the toast of 'Freeing Dean' They all began to turn in for the night, eventually, Dunan joined Dawner on the terrace. "It's a beautiful night..." Dunan started, knowing Dawner's mind was in turmoil. Dunan handed him a flask, filled with cow's blood. "Yeah...."Dawner took a drink, and looked off into the sky. "So what's on your mind?" "Lots of things...I.... I just don't know what to do.. or if I'm strong enough to deal with the... possibility......Dean...." Dawner started to fumble as his eyes filled with tears. Dunan embraced him, and began to pet his hair. "Shhhhhh.... It's alright.... Dean's strong... it will take a lot to do him in. And even if he's gone, then we all know he did everything in his power to get that message out. We can't start feeling sorry now.. We have to be strong, both for Dean and for everyone else's sakes. We have to be the strength they can rely on. We're their protectors now." Dawner hugged Dunan tighter. "I know...." Dunan smiled. "You know I'll always be here for you. You're my shining star, my life, my love, and the most precious person I have ever known or have." Dawner looked up, and his lips played host to a faint smile. Dunan wiped the tears from Dawner's eyes. "There's a smile.... Come on, let's go to bed."

The two vampires had teleported again, and this time, on landing, Dawner had swooned and fell back into Dunan's arms. "You need to really watch what you're doing." Dunan said, and sighed. "Always over exerting yourself..." "I... I'm sorry." Dawner took a deep breath, and tried to stand. Dunan picked him up, and carried him. "It's okay... You know I like taking care of you...." "So... sweet.." "For you? Always." Dunan looked around the dark city streets. "Looks like we made it to our destination alright... I suggest we stay in a hotel tonight. We're going to need our strengths for anything we go up against." "We have some time... so sure.... I don't mind..." "Good. By the way, have you heard from Anya? I'm beginning to worry about her. I know she was headed for Egypt last time we saw her, but I have't even gotten a leter or a message through the Ankh." "No... I'm worried too. But... she's a big girl, Dunan. She can handle herself. She does act like you, after all." Dunan snorted. "I'm not an alcoholic. But, in any case, we'll be sure to find out anyway."

Dunan was sitting at a desk at his night club, readying his girls for another performance. His gorls were infamous, and known as the 'Diamond Dogs." Few could afford a night in paradise, though anyone could attend the show. Dunan's night club had quite the reputation, as it WAS a gentleman's club and theatre house. Dunan's ears heard something talking. He pulled open a drawer and then knew what was going off. The ankh.... Dean's voice. "Oh god... no....." Dunan breathed. "Dean...." He picked up the ankh, but nothing else came from it. Dunan stood up, and he was met with a knock at the door. "Come in, Mira." "That nose of yours must come in handy." Saif the rather volupturous woman who walked in. Her eyes glimmered an icy blue, filled with the same vampiric power as Dunan. "Indeed. What's up?" "Dunan.. the girls are ready for tonight's performance." "How many do you think will attend?" "The usual crowd. The rich old perverts and those who saved up enough to come into our establishment." "Eh, well, those old perverts come to see such lovely women such as yourself." "Or my undies. Pick one." "I'll pass on the thought of your underwear. Anyway, something has come up. I must go home." Mira snorted. "What, your lover boy is horny?" "I wish. No, someone I know has been captured or worse. I have to find them, and if possible, save him. I can't stand by and watch events unfold. Whatever is happening, it's big." "So, you're off to save the world." "More or less." Dunan sighed. "Ten years ago, the Band of the Blood Moon disbanded. We had fought a powerful and evil being. But, our leader back then has been captured now." "You're a rarity, you know that? A vampire who seeks to protect, not dominate. Far too often you see the vampire who desire the latter." "You're not so different from me. That's why you're here. I can rely on you to protect our other cohorts, human or otherwise." "True enough. I like it here. Humans and vampires living together happily." "Well, none of us are exactly upstanding citizens.... but yeah, sure." The ankh went off again. This time, it was a message about Cali. His heart stopping, Dunan looked at Mira, who had heard it to. She nodded her head. "Go. Your friend needs you." Dunan opened the window to his office, and looked around. Seeing no one, he jumped, sailing across the street and onto a roof. Clamoring across it, he took off running, jumping across the rooftops and streets. A scent came to his nose. He jumped down into a dimmly lit street. It was growing dark, but there were fools who would seek him. Dunan turned, to find those who would be so foolish as to attack him. Se sees they are a mix of people, none of them human. The vampires each have muscles bulky enough to squash TVs. They smell faintly of snake venom, signifying they're newly turned. The werewolves are not much better off. However, strength depends on age and purity of the blood. None of these guys stand a chance. "An army of goons, just for me? I'm flattered." Dunan runs his fingers back through his hair. "Of course, there should be more of you. I'm afraid there's plenty more me to go around than to just you shmucks." "You're going down!" "I beg to differ." Dunan yawned. "Can we get this going? I have to get home." Two of them charge Dunan, and it is a simple matter of stepping aside to let them stumble by. Not waisting a second, Dunan plunges his hand through the chest of one. His hand emerges out his chest, holding the man's heart. Tossing the carcas aside, Dunan takes a large bite from, savoring the taste. The second vampire that had charged come running at him again. Dunan, while not even looking, slams his fist through the vampire's head. Dunan drops the heart, and looks at his feet to the two bodies. "Anyone else wand a piece of me?" The werewolves all smile and smirk, the vampires chuckling with them. The werewolves all charge Dunan at once, snarling. Dunan sighs. "This ios getting old quick." Dunan lifts his leg to kick one, and then he pivots around to bring the same leg over to slam into the head of another wolf. His head goes flying, but Dunan isn't done yet. Flipping onto his hands, he brings his legs down around the neck of another, and he brings his abdomen up, and twists off the head of him. Flipping back down onto his hands, he flings the body at another, causing him to topple backwards. Dunan launches himself at yet another, and punches him in the jaw with enough force to twist his head around, much to the sounds of every vertebrae in his neck breaking. Turning his attention to the final wolf, he jumps, bring his weight down onto him, and forcing him to the ground. "Tell me who sent you, and I might be inclined to kill you quickly." ?Go to hell.? He snarled. Dunan only smirked. ?After you.? Dunan snaps the poor bastard?s head all the way around. Turning his attention to the remainder of the vampires, Dunan cocked his head. ?Any other contenders? I?m just getting warmed up.? The vampires look rather frightened, and Dunan takes full advantage of this. ?Who sent you? If you answer me, I?ll be inclined to be merciful.? Dunan took a gigantic step forward, and was suddenly on them, grasping one by the hair. Smiling, he asks once more. ?Please?? ?We don?t know his name! He only told us to kill you!? ?I see. Well, do you know where to find him?? The vampire falls silent, trying in vain to resist Dunan. He fails. Dunan lifts him into the air, and throws him into a wall, the force enough to crush his ribcage. He slumps, Dunan had heard his bones pierce the man?s heart. There is only one more. Dunan grasps him, and holds him close. He smiles, revealing his very long fangs as they lengthened, Dunan?s dark hunger so very apparent. ?Now. Hold still, I hate gushers. They might stain my clothes.? Dunan bites, and he savors the taste. Vampire blood is like a rare treat: salt and pepper sprinkled on a rare steak. Dunan feasts, and then drops the final assailant when he?s good and dead. ?Well?. I hope Dawner had a less eventful day?.? He said to himself, as he began to run home once more.

I'm here and i'm for it all the way. Character sheet? sweetness! Name: Dunan Knute Age: 508 Gender: Male Personality: he's a smart ass, but a good natured guy. He stops at nothing to protect the things he cares for, no matter the cost to himself. Not much has changed for him, he's still the same as ever. He may be as sweet as pie, but when he's fighting to protect someone or something he cares for, he will give everything he's got to protect it. When backed into a corner, he's more vicious and cut throat than any monster. Weapons: He needs no weapons, and thus prefers his claws to anything else, knowing that other weapons just aren't good enough to compare to his own strengths. S.O.T.P.T.Y.: He's been living with Dawner in Paris, running his night club, happy as can be. When Anya left to carve her own path in life, he only smiled, and bid her well, threatening to sever her newly remodeled limbs if she didn't keep in touch. Dunan and Dawner have been quite happy with their lives, enjoying the finer points in life, and visiting Cali when the whim came to them. Dunan as of late has become troubled, feeling that something in the world is not right.

Dunan placed his arm around Dawner, knowing that they would remain together until the end of time itself. The trio walked off, and headed to the nearby train station. They would be heading off to Paris, where Dunan's night club was waiting. Dunan had been away for awhile, and he needed to get back to it. "Hey, Dunan?" Dawner started, looking peturbed. "What's Paris like?" Dunan smiled. "It's the city of beauty and romance, my sweet. And being who we are, we'll have the entire city eating from the palms of our hands..." Anya snorts. "Can you cut the lovey dovey crap? I think I'm going to vomit...." "Anya.... be nice." Dunan scolded. "I am being nice." Dawner only rolled his eyes. The three now stood on the platform, and looked behind them, at the manor which would soon be devoid of life. "It's such a shame...It's a beautiful mansion." Anya said. "Anya, we'll become quite busy in the near future.... let's make sue we come back to visit." "Dunan," Dawner said, tugging his coat."Think Dean will be alright?" Dunan shrugged. "I don't know. He's strong, but... his heart is wavering. Even the strongest of people have moments of weakness, whether they're human or not. I have faith in that he'll pull through." Dunan shrugged. "Besides, i told him he's welcome at my club anytime. He'll drop by eventually."

OOC: DUNAN RETURNS! Dunan was standing on the water tower, over looking the mansion. So many things had happened. Dunan used his mind to sense Dawner's presence, and leaped off. Landing on the roof of the mansion, he started off torwards the bedroom that was his. Dunan could tell there was a lot on his precious Dawner's mind, but not exactly what, his thoughts were moving too fast. Dunan leaped off the roof, landing almost on top of Anya. "GYAH!" She yelled, startled. "DUNAN! DON'T SCAREW ME LIKE THAT, YOU DUMBASS!" Dunan shrugged her insult off. "Where've you been? I was looking for you earlier." "Really? What for?" "Well, I was thinking of having your mechanical limbs upgraded. You know i have the money, and you need it." Dunan reached out and took Anya's hand. Pulling up her sleeve, he showed her all of the nics and scratches on them from the fight with the were-wolves. Some of her metal was damaged, and she moved and bent her arm in different ways. "Dunan, my arms are fine. So they're dinged up a little. Big deal." "Spar with me." Dunan looked dead into her eyes. "Come. Spar with me." Dunan let go, twisting his back to flip onto his hands and stopped about seven feet away from her. "I'll prove it to you." "Come on! They're fine!" "I'm not giving you a choice in the matter, Anya. Ready or not, here I come." Dunan leaped at Anya, his nails clawing at the air in front of him. He was holding back, but Anya managed to block him. She whirled, but in that time Dunan skid back and kicked up, making Anya loose her footing and leaving her wide open. Dunan Slashed through the air at her, and she just barely managed to deflect Dunan's attack. "DUNAN! THAT COULD HAVE KILLED ME!" "Anya, anyone else you have sparred against, they took it easy on you because they cared for you. Because I care for you, I will do no such thing. Understand?" "Yeah... From you, I wouldn't expect anything less." Anya smiled, enjoying the fight, knowing Dunan wasn't holding back. Dunan attacked again. He was relentless, the clash of metal and claw loud as can be, reverberating through the walls of the mansion, sounding off and only getting more ferocious. Dunan twisted and turned, the fight looking more and more like a ballet from hell. Dunan finally took the fight to its climax, rendering Anya helpless, his claws at her throat. "Two seconds." Dunan said, after he twisted her around and brought her to her knees. "Your reaction speed is much slower than usual. Two seconds can mean the difference between life and death in a fight, Anya. Please, heed my words. I don't want to loose you like I have so many other people I care so deeply for." Anya huffed. "Fine, if it will make you happy." "Good." Dunan let her go, and she stood. "Dunan, Dawner was looking kind of troubled." "I know he is. His thoughts are racing right now." Dunan looked back at the mansion. "I'm going to go see him now. You do what you have to do. I'll talk to you later." Dunan walked away, going after Dawner. Soon enough, he found him. Slidding up behind him, Dunan placed his arms around Dawner's waist, giving him a kiss on the neck. "Hey, babe. Whatcha doin'?"

"Dawner, if it hurts you so much, allow me to finish it..." Dawner shook his head. "No... I have to finish thiis.... Please, understand..." Dunan shook his head. "I do not understand.. perhaps I'm too old to understand these things...But if it is what you truly want...then so be it." Dunan took a step back, bowing his head. Dawner faced his father, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Daddy..." Dawner ran up at Fabien. Fabien braced himself, but to no avail. Coughing up blood, Dunan could see the final blow had been struck. Dunan could smell it, Dawner's tears were flowing. Removing his hand from Fabien's chest, he fell backwards, his hand covered in blood. Fabien slumped down, a sad smile on his face. A peaceful expression came over him, and he fell face first into the ground. Dunan reached out, holding Dawner close to him. His own eyes welled with tears, feeling the same pain Dawner did. "Oh, my poor sweet Dawner... if I could take away your pain, I would..." Dunan held close his precious Dawner, allowing him to sob profusely into his chest. "This pain is too great to bear, it feels, at least for now. In time, it will heal. Rest assured, I know." Dunan smiled sadly at his Dawner when he looked up. "After all, Dawner, I'm almost four centuries old. I think I should know." Dawner nodded, and Dunan wiped his tears away. "Yes, Dunan. I know. I'll be strong." "That's my boy..." Dunan cooed. They turned their attention to the fight still going on. "Come on Dunan, I hate this feeling... I wish to do more violence." "Well come on, let's go play."

Anya piloted the hover platform across the scrap heaps and debris from various crafts and other refuse. This was the Junkyard of the Universe, after all. Zeke watched the scenery blow by, Lyon standing next to him, their clothes flapping in the wind. Zeke's short vest allowed his abdomen to be exposed to the cool breeze, And he could see the Space Liner loom ever closer. His eyes scanned the massive ship, looking for causes of why it was even here. He found them. Large parts of the ship had been blown open, rendering her incapable of sustaining any form of life. The thermo dynamic glass covering her decks had been shattered. Obviously, she'd been attacked by pirates. She hadn't been here long. The battle scars on the ship looked like they were fresh. Zeke's eyes narrowed. "Lyon. Do you see what I see?" Lyon nodded. "We might very well be in for a surprise..." "I'm not liking this. Lyon, I hope you're ready for combat...." He called up to Anya. "Hey Anya! I hope you can fly thins thing if we're under attack!" Anya called back to him in response. "I f we need to make take a crazy ride to get away from pirates, then I'll let you handle the driving!" Zeke smiled. "Good to know!" OOC: Alright ladies and gentlemen. The pirates are getting closer.... let's have some 'fun'! *insert evil laugh here*

Dunan smiled. "So, 'Daddy'. Still think you have a chance against the two of us?" Dunan laughed, his mouth wide in an evil smile. Danwer leaped into action, and Dunan followed him. Fabien let loose with a blast of power. Dawner wasn't fast enough, not as a new born, to avoid it. Dunan shoved himn out of the way, and took it full force. Dunan crossed his arms, sheilding himself, being pushed back. Dunan dropped to one knee, panting. His arms were deeply gouged, his sleeves ripped to shreds. Dunan stood, and he smiled again, his blood dripping onto the ground. "Nice try, but I'm not so easy to kill." Dunan lifted off of the ground, coming full force at Fabien, who was already immersed in battle with Dawner, barely able to keep up with him as it was.He saw Dunan coming, and was only just barely to scramble out of the way. Fabien landed a short distence away, smilng. Fabien's sleeve revealed a slice in it, blood trickling from a wound in his arm. On closer inspection, Dunan saw a deep gouge in Fabien's left arm, deep enough to see the bone. "Pathetic... " Dawner sneered. "All that power, and to what avail?" "Enough to kill you two!" Fabien snarled. Dunan landed beside Dawner. "Think a good ol' one-two should work?" "Of course." Dawner leaped, blasting off with his psychis powers, latching onto Dunan's hand and lifting him along for the ride. "Do it!" Dawnr cried, and threw Dunan at Fabien. Dunan was moving too quickly for him to handle, and so Daunan latched onto his staff, but Fabien was a little more powerful, and twisted Dunan over him, his back turned to Dawner. "A fatal mistake, Fabie." Fabien sneered, looking so much like an older, human version of Dawner. His eyes widened, and he looked down, to see Dawner's hand through his abdomen. "Pathetic little vampires." Fabien shoved Dunan back, and twisted, throwing Danwer at him. "Not excatly, Father." Dawner said, smiling. "Look at your staff..." Fabien's staff snapped into two, and he gasped, bleeding profusely. He was finished, but whatever was going on with his body, he wasn't going down easily. Dunan and Dawner stood, ready for more. "Come on, big daddy...Let's play some more!" Dunan called, laughing.

Zeke smiled, he could see levion in the distance, looming ever loser. They were taking a short pitstop to Levion, mostly to pick up parts and teh for them all should they need some of their mechanical parts to be fixed. Burt was already drooling over the stuff he could pick up on the Scrap planet. Zeke wasn't surprised at all. All of them were anticipating landing on the planet. Perhaps they'd find some props for other shows they might do. Zeke saw a bright twinkle in the starry sky, and he peered off at it through the window. A ship came blasting at them, and Zeke froze. He knew it wasn't a military vessel, but he also didn't know if it was friendly or not. As if to answer his question, a rocket came straight for the Carnival. Warning lights, sirens, and com displays all went off. WARNING WARNING WARNING WARNING Zeke rocked up against the wall, slamming hard into the metal as the rocket veered at them, exploding before impat thanks to their own gravity distortion. "Damn! Who the hell are these guys?" Anya ame running down the hall, as the Carnival started moving into high gear. The Carnival started carreenintg down to the planet's surface, returning fore. "Zeke! What's going on?" "Pirates." Zeke responded. The they began running down the hall, to the bridge of the ship. when the Captain would no doubt be planning the evasion tactics. The Carnival wasn't equipped to handle this type of situation. They rand down the halls, and at last came to the bridge "Captain! What do we do?" Zeke heard Burt, he'd made it there already before the two androids. "Brace yourselves!" The captain yelled into an interom. Zeke grabbed onto a chair, and held Anya to him. "This is gonna be a wild ride!" he captain called. The Carnival hurtled down, running from their unknown enemy. The carnival positioned itself to land, but Zeke could see they were going to fast to land properly. The Ship careened downward, all but out of control. "Captain! What the hell are you doing?" The captain cut the engines, and the ship hurtled to the ground at an angle. Ahead of them, on the monitor, Zeke ould se a massive mountain of scrapped machinery and refuse. "Oh....hell.... no.... You're not going to do what I think you're going to do, are you?" "This baby can survive it." The captain said. He pioleted the ship directly at the mound, hitting the very peak of it, and then nose diving down the other side, the Carnival rocking violently. They could hear as the ship's bottom scraped loudly, meanacingly, and it sounded like the ship was being ripped apart right under their feet. Zeke held tightly onto Anya, but the chair he was holding snapped, sending them into a wall. The ship grround to a halt, and Zeke got up to look around. The captain was already busying himself with inspecting the ship's key circuits. After a tenuous few seconds. the Captain sighed. "Nothing too major... I think we've rattled everything around, and scratched the paint. Engines three and seven are gone... and four, five, and six aren't stable enough if we try to take off." Zeke stood up, shakey on his feet. He rubbed the back of his head, and leaned over to offer a hand to help Anya up. "Thanks." She said, now standing. Looking around, they could see that the ship was mostly alright. Some of the lights were dangling from the ceiling, having been jarred from their places. Ceiling tiles all over the ship had fallen, and the cargo bay was a mess. The power had gone off. "Just who were those guys?" Burt asked. Zeke turned to the Captain, hoping he had the answer to the question. "Bali Pirates. This is their territory. I think they were after us thinking we were just a civilian ship." "Why would they attack us?" Zeke sighed, answering Burt's question. "We're the Carnival. If they bagged us, they could hold us hostage for some operation of theirs. Or worse, kill all of us and use our ship as a second base for operations, and use it for something like taking over a port. Unfortunately for them, we aren't normal humans. Nor are we helpless. I think we need to get the ship moving as soon as possible. Those Pirates will come after us. We've only escaped them for but a moment." "Pirates???? Pirates attacked us?" Zeke turned to see Kilo behind them. He was bleeding from his forhead, he'd hit is head. Anya moved over to him, and bent him down forcibly and suddenly to inspect it. She sighed, seeing it wasn't bad. "Are you alright?" Zeke asked him, having a bit more tact. Kilo nodded when Anya was finished fretting over him. "Are you?" "Eh, a few bumps and bruises, but nothing too bad. I'll be fine." Zeke turned to the static filled monitors, and frowned. The power had come back on, but was still flickering., like it might go out again any minute. Zeke sighed. "At least we crashed far enough away from them that they don't know our exact position. They're going to come for us, like it or not. I suggest we get our asses in gear." Burt nodded, looking over the damage specs. "The hull itself is in perfect condition. It's the engines we have to worry about. That's going to take some time. Thank God we crashed on a junkyard..." The monitors came back online, and They began to survey to surrounding territory. "there." Burt pointed out a wrecked ship a short distance in front of them. "That's a G-Class ship. If We get the parts we need from there, then it shou;ld only take about three or four hours to repair the ship. Hopefully, the Pirates won't find us before then." Zeke nodded. "I'm on it. I'll get some of the others to help me wrestle one of the hover platforms out of the cargo bay.We'll get the parts we need, and come straight back. If the pirates find us, There'll be enough of us left here to fight them off. They'll most likey retreat when they see we're machines. It will take them a short time to regroup and rethink coming for us. If they're greedy, they'll come again, hoping to reprogram us to work for them. By that time, we'll be ready to get this bird to fly out of here." Anya nodded. "Very true." Zeke smiled. "This could get fun."

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Dunan's breath caught in his throat. "DEAN!" He and Dawner both cried, and they moved to run to him, but found their path blocked by three flying demons. Dunan growled, his fangs protruding, his eyes glowing with a fury like no other. Dawner's own powers surfaced, but were merely a scratch on the surface, compared to the full might of Dunan now blasting out from around him. "Hey, honey?" Dunan said, his ferocious nature rearing it's ugly head. Dawner was flexing his newly found vampire claws. "Yes, babe?" Dawner's own fangs were protruding, both from grief and fury, and of hate and love. Together they were, Dunan and Dawner of one mind, and certainly of one desire. Vengeance. "I think this might be your first real battle..." Dunan's mouth lifted upwards into an expression never before on his face, a sinister smile playing on his lips. He reached out, and grasped Dawner's hand, his eyes gazing into Dawner's, both of them looking like the darkness of the monsters of the same name as they had killed so recently, allowing them to meet in the first place. Dawner took in a raspng breath, and his powers, vampire and human, were all under control. His arcane powers returned to him, the seal placed on them gone completely. "Oh, baby... I'm so proud of you..." Dunan remarked, his tone full of unbridled emotions, and he smiled once more, looking the part of evil itself. "The change is complete now..." Dawner smiled too, his powers amplified by the vampire blood now running through him. "Thank you so much, honey." He replied. "I love you." The demons attacking them watched, curiousity on their faces. The vampires turned to them now, and Dunan swore he saw them cringe. Dunan's emotions powered his love and anguish. "I love you too." Dunan took in a breath, and it was audibly heard, sounding more like a growl. Giving Dawner a light kiss on the lips, he pulled back, his eyes turning to the demons. "Normally, Sweetie, I'd shun playing with your food..." At this, the demons cringed once more. " But I'll make an exception just this once." Dunan laughed, and Dawner giggled. Both of them exuded auras of matching power, strong and full of the many emotions they felt. Loss, pain, anguish, love, all of these ran through them. "I can drink from them? Oh goodie..And I was getting so hungry..." Dawner trembled, itching to fight, his hunger growing stronger, his fingers flexing almost involuntarily from the surge of power. Dunan nodded. "Of course, my love. Enjoy." With a roar, the two went barreling into the fight, slashing with their claws, kicking with their feet, and Dawner letting lose with blasts of infused psychic and arcane power. The two fought, their power almost as if it were one, as indeed it was. Dunan could feel something welling inside him, but he wasn't sure what it was. For him and Dawner both, their feelings were tainted with pain, and the lust for revenge. Dunan's fury was laced with sorrow, keeping him and Dawner both from completely loosing it to the fiendish nature that was their strength. Dunan's mind was filled with Dawner's thoughts, and Dawner's with Dunan's. Together, they fought, twisting, turning, ripping flesh. Dunan seized one of the flying deamons, and shredded its wing with his claws. "Honey! I got your first meal right here!" Dunan grasped it, and slammed it into the ground. Dawner leaped onto it, and grasped its neck. Dawner's head cocked to the side. "Shall we drink together?" "Let's..." Dunan ripped off the monster's wind, and it shrieked. Dunan bent it's head back, and the other monsters held back, in avid fear. Fabien was watching as well, a scowl on his face, but also an expression of curiousity. Dawner bit into the throat, as did Dunan. It screamed, and then fell silent as Dunan ripped out its tongue. The beast stopped moving, and then the two dropped the carcas when it was good and dead. The vampires turned to their flying foes, and Fabien smirked. "You're hopeless little fanged animals... and cornered." Dunan cocked his head. "Cornered, you say?" Dawner began his sinister tittering laughter again, hearing those words. Dunan continued. "Keep in mind, 'Daddy', that animals are most dangerous when cornered...."

Zeke was sitting in the common room when he heard clanking noises coming his way. Looking up from the classic novel he was reading, he saw R-112 coming his way. R-112 looked around, noticing things for the first time. The common room was made out in lush and comfortable furniture, randomly picked up and placed around. Against the wall to Zeke's right was a television, large and flat. A wrap couch spanned around it in a semi-circle. The couch itself looked extremely fluffy, despite the various weights placed on it from the assorted androids. The There was a stereo system, and several gaming consoles on a shelving unit. To Zeke's left was row after row of books. There were plenty of them. Zeke had read almost all of them in the years he had been with the Carnival. Zeke pulled the headphones from his ears, which were attached to a CD player. He was curled up on one of the many overstuffed love seats in the room, a lamp to him, and a table on his opposite side. Zeke's leg was dangling over the arm, his back against the backing. "Hey, what's up, R-112? Curious about the ship?" "Yes.... I was exploring the vessel." Zeke smiled."Understandable. This is your home now. It's only natural you'd want to know more about it." R-112 clanked over to Zeke, taking a spot on the floor near him. "Tell me... You're a newer model bio-android, correct? Why do you exist?" Zeke smiled sadly. "To be honest, I don't know. The ZX types... some are combat ready, others are not. I was special. My... CPU number registered me as the final ZX made." Zeke closed his eyes, his sad smile playing on his lips. "The final model off the line." "Are all ZX models male?" "No... I'm the only one. A little known secret about the ZX types... is that all of my sisters are capable of surpassing conventional robotics simply by getting pregnant. No other androids are capable of that." At this R-112's eyes widened. "Your type is capable of giving birth?" "Yes. I honestly don't know why we're designed to be so human, and not just in appearance, but in personality. I myself don't even begin to grasp the concept of such things. Us ZX types were never able to be perfected. We have irregularities in our logic boards, mine being the most flawed out of all of them. We aren't programmed with our personalities, we develop them. I can tell you all about us, but there's no point." "But... if all of the ZX types are female, what's the point in creating a male kid? Furthermore, what is the point of the ZX types? "I don't know the answer to those questions, and I wish I did. But I bet my Father does know." "Father?" "I told you I was special. My designer treated me like his own child." Zeke looked away. "I didn't get a chance to really say good-bye when I ran away... My Father helped me do it." "He must have seen you truly as his child." "Yeah, I know. I wish I could find him... I miss him so much...Sadly, if I was ever to become injured, not even Burt could fix me. I'm far more advanced than any other model here. Only my Father could repair me as well as a handful of other people. Burt has next to no knowledge of the ZX type innards." R-112 nodded. "I had never even heard of the ZX types until I came aboard this ship and did some asking as to all the makes and models aboard." Zeke shook his head, removing all of the sad thoughts from it. "Anyway, was there anything else you wanted?" Zeke cocked his head. "No... not anything in particular...." R-112 stood. His ancient parts rumbling him into place. "I will take my leave. Enjoy your book." "See ya."

EXCELLENT POST OMEGA! Zeke smiled. "Good. Now, as I was about to say, before being interupted, the Carnival is all about FUN, and not just for our audiences. We machines know better than anyone else just how short time for us may be. Rarely fill you find a serious moment aboard this ship. The Carnival is all about laughter and smiles." R-112 cocked his head, watching intently. Already, Zeke could see he was being put at ease with them. "Life's short. Humans say, anyway. We don't know what we're going to go up against. We don't know if we'll survive the full might of the military. So, we don't really bother think much beyond our next performance." "But, why group together?" Zeke smiled, the answer was obvious. "Because we don't want to be alone in the world." This answer seemed to have taken the big guy by surprise. Anya left Kilo's side, and walked over to Zeke. She wrapped him in a headlock, and he yelped. "OW OW OW OW OW! LEMME GO! OW!" Anya smirked. "Stop being so serious. You know we all love each other's company, but we're together because we like to be! And I think introductions are in order, rude ass!" Zeke yelped out loud again. "OW! FINE!" Anya let Zeke go, and he feel to the the floor with an 'oomph'. Zeke stood up, brushing himself off. "I'm Zeke Remmington. A pleasure, I'm sure. Robo-fetish boy there working on you is Burt." Anya held up her hand, pointing at herself. "Anya Romanov. And our other big guy here is Kilo." Anya pointed over at him, and Kilo nodded, waving his hand in a 'peace' sign. "At least I'm not the only big guy around anymore...." Axel spoke up next. He held CP next to him, and smiled. "This quiet wallflower is CP. I'm Axel." Lyon was last. "Lyon. Nice to meet you." Kurai approached, holding a camera."I'm Kurai." Anya smiled, nodding her head. "Kurai, show our new friend that picture of Lyon." Lyon made a funny noise, and everyone turned to see him blushing furiously. Zeke's and Axel's mouths turned upward in identical sinister smiles. "DO IT!" they both cried, and began chanting it. Eon was already laughing, and Kilo and Anya were both chuckling. Kurai's own mouth was smiling, but was nowhere near as evil as Zeke or Axel's She showed the picture to R-112, and his processors clicked and whirred to comprehend the visual stimulus. "It..." He said, trying to think of a term. "Lyon? Are you...as the humans call it... A crossdresser?" At this, Zeke's jaw dropped as he started laughing. Anya snorted through her nose, Kilo looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh, for poor Lyon's sake. CP was staring blankly ahead, his mouth furrowed tightly, as he too was trying not to laugh. "DELETE THAT PICTURE!" Lyon screamed, charging Kurai to seize the camera. Zeke called over. "Kurai! Over here!" Kurai tosed the camera, shrieking as Lyon came at her. Turning in the direction the camera went flying, Lyon saw Zeke standing on one of the many tables, dangling the camera in front of his face. "Come on, it's just mindless fun." Lyon came at Zeke, trying to grasp the camera. Zeke hopped onto his head, and jumped away to the door. Lyon scrambled to recover his stance, and went after Zeke. "GIVE ME THAT!" "Catch me if you can!" Zeke about faced and took off down the hall, laughing like a crazy person. Lyon went crashing after him, screaming of how he was going to 'get Zeke' for this. A broad smile on his face, Lyon went chasing after Zeke. Zeke turned around, running backwards. He pulled his cheek down with his finger, and stuck his tongue out, before flipping over onto his feet again, barreling away, the camera safely secured in his hand as he waved it around, laughing. Anya elbowed Kilo, watching the two go down the hall. "Remind you of earlier?" Kilo smiled, nodding. "Zeke is Zeke....I hate to think how serious this place would be without him..." Kurai, by this time, was laughing. She pulled out another camera, spinning it on the strap attached to it. "That camera is blank anyway! This is the one with the pictures! I switched them when Lyon came at me!" she laughed.

Zeke looked at the antique machine that had just saved their hides from being left behind. "You have one chance." Zeke said. "Either come with us, or stay. You have thirty seconds to make your choice." The older machine spoke once more. "I'll come with you. I am in your debt." "You just saved our asses. It's our way of thanking you." Anya replied. "Come on, Everyone! Let's get aboard!" Everyone including the newcomer began to barrel at the ship, running at top speed. They clamored aboard, and the captain shut the doors as the engines lifted the ship up, heading for space. Zeke walked ahead of them, into the common room, where everyone sat to look over this moving colossus in front of them now. Zeke looked this .... male? over. Zeke walked around the man, peering at him. Zeke tapped on his arm, feeling it budge at his touch, and shake and clang. Zeke could see that he was in sad need of repair. His psudo-skin was coming off, most of the exposed skin hung in tatters, and it was poorly made at that. Burt was eyeballing this newcomer with anticipation. The mech was watching Zeke poke and prod him, seeing what was what. Zeke's eyes were glowing an odd yellow color, a sure sign he was scanning the big guy's internals. Burt soon began figetting, just itching to get near the mech and take a look for himself. "So, what was your name?" Zeke finally asked, curious. The relic before him shook his head. His very much so raspy mechanical voice spoke. "I do not have a name." "I see." Zeke turned to Burt."Hey Burt. Think you can fix him up?" Burt didn't waste a second in lifting himself from the chair he was sitting in and moving over to the mech, wrench already protruding from his hand. "LEMME AT 'IM!" Zeke held up his hand, the mobile rust bucket extraordinaire was looking rather alarmed, although his face didn't show much emotion. Burt looked like he was writhing in excitement he was so anxious to get a hold of the older mech. Zeke could tell he was old. Older than any of them, at least. "Wait a second, Burt." Zeke returned his attention to the mech, but still spoke to Burt. "The thought of working on this guy giving you a boner or what?" Burt was smiling wide. "Oh yeah. Serious hard on here..." "Not exactly the answer I wanted, but at least honest..." Zeke commented. He now spoke to the mech. "You noticed Burt was human, correct? With an artificial arm?" The mech nodded his head. Zeke smiled. "You're surprised." Again he nodded. Zeke continued. "You somehow reactivated. I can see no tracking devices in you, you're so old, one would notice any kind of retrofitting like that on you. Welcome aboard the Carnival. Burt here is the best mechanic around. He'll be glad to fix you up, good as new." Zeke turned away from the machine, now looking at Burt. The mech looked confused. Burt held up his arm, the many gadgets within it poking out. "Don't worry, you're in good hands." Burt said, and Zeke turned around, looking at the mech. It had taken a step back, not sure of who to trust. Zeke didn't have to be a robot himself to know what it was thinking. "Relax, Burt is on our side. He's not going to hurt you in any way, shape, or form. He's a runner, just like us machines. Let him fix you up." Burt was hesitant to approach the big machine, with him being as cautious as the big guy was being. Anya stood up. "Come on, sit down. Let Burt fix you up some. You need it, and he's the only one of us who could." Anya placed her hand on the sleek metal arm, her voice soothing and calming. The mech obeyed, albeit slowly. Burt approached him once more, but the big guy eyed him warily. Zeke laughed. "Hey, CP. This guy gives you a run for your money." Everyone tittered, and burt began observing the mech. He whistled, apparently impressed with how beaten down the mech was. "Wow... this guy's a mess. He's managed to get several of his main autominous nerve circuits are completely severed. His vocals are shot, as are several of his infrastructure points.His Nanotek Synthesizers are working at only thirteen percent capacity, and over ninety percent of his skin is gone. And beyond that, all of his parts are so old and outdated it's ridiculous. Most of his repair sanctions are completely jumbled up and bent all to hell. Honestly, he might as well cut his losses, depart with the money, and buy himself a new body." "Yeah, but can you fix him?" Axel asked, already knowing the answer. Burt smirked. "Who do you think you're dealing with? I'm Burt the repairman. Of course I can. But it's going to take some time." Zeke shrugged. "What do you need to fix him?" "I can repair his motional problems, but I'm going to need to retrofit him out with a lot of parts I don't have. More than likely, we'll have to make a visit to Levion." Zeke's brow furrowed. "The universe's junkyard?" "Yeah. That's the only place I can think of to find any parts that might work to repair his vocals, and replace his Nanotek. We aren't exactly prim and proper humans shopping for some groceries when it comes to parts for mechs as old as he is." Burt motioned at the newbie. The mech spoke. "Am I a bother already?" Zeke laughed. "No, Burt's liking you already. You're one hell of a fixer-upper job, you know that?" The mech nodded. Burt smiled, flipping down his goggles and going to work. The androids all smiled, knowing the human was in heaven working on what he loved to do. Zeke patted the mech's shoulder. "Welcome aboard the Carnival, friend."

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"Hmmmm.... I think we should just barge through." "Crash and bash, huh?" Axel commented. CP crossed his arms, looking unenthusiastic about the plan. Regardless of their choice, there was going to be some chaos. Zeke nodded. "Of course. They don't know just how many of us are machines, at least not quite yet. We have the upper hand here, and they know it. So, we should just crack some skulls. I doubt many of these 'people' are human. They're probably lower class soldier types. There's no real personality there. Supposedly, they're the perfect soldiers." Axel crossed his arms. "But just how the hell are e going to get away?" "Simple. We decimate these machines before any of them can get a message out." Kilo looked like he was becoming a bit nervous. Anya stood next to him, and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Kilo? You okay, big guy?" "Fine. I'm a little happier knowing they're probably machines." By now, the people whom Kilo had pointed out were glancing their way, looking figety. Zeke smiled. "I think we better get a move on, before they make a move on us." Zeke smiled, and he began walking. Anya grasped Kilo's arm, and leaned on him, pretending she was his lover. "Come on honey, let's go. I hope we can get home soon..." Anya smiled, and reached up to Kilo's face, kissing him. Kilo's eyes widened in shock. Anya smiled, and began to follow after Zeke, pulling Kilo along behind Zeke and the others. If they had thought she was a machine, they were thinking differently about her now. Kilo looked like he was about to faint, one of his fantasies had just come true. Kurai was hanging onto Zeke's arm, scared now. Zeke gaver her hand an encouraging ssqueeze, and sent a little mental command to her. [I]"It'll be alright."[/I] [I]"Thanks..."[/I] she responded. They proceded to the space port, walking slowly and casually. They all chatted about having gone to see the Circus while it was in town, and of the pizza they just had. People watched them, their eyes scanning them, trying to see their insides. However, they were designed to fool anything, they were being perceived as human. But, they weren't satisfied with that, knowing they had seen Burt. Burt looked nervous, but the robots were acting like normal. They were indescernable from normal humans. Zeke walked alongside Kurai, ready at a moments notice to spring into action. All of the machines watched around them. Zeke spotted about seventeen people following them. He used his subspeak comlinks to the other machines, informing them of anything he saw. They eventually came to the Space port, but they didn't head to the Carnival. There were almost eighteen ships parked there, so anyone of them could be theirs. The space port was almost completely empty, and they all pretended to be surprised. Heading over to a docked Space liner, they found several people, again with the high cut hairdos. The people all stood up, and faced Zeke and his company. The people that had been following them lifted their arms, their clothes being ripped apart as they aimed laser scopes at them. "NOW!" Zeke cried, ducking down, and lifting himself into the air as a barrage of bullets swarmed them from all directions. Zeke extended his whip, slashing it through the air. Three of the machines fell apart, Zeke's whip had done its work. Zeke start slashing as the ememy convereged, slicing apart more machines. "For being so advanced, they really are stupid..." He commented. They had all left their external weaponry in the Carnival, not thinking they would need it. There were still a lot more enemy units. "They're just drones!" Zeke called out. "There's nothing even remotely capable of feeling inside them!" Zeke let his whip retract, his arm was getting hot. Anya let loose with a missile barrage, the enemy drones exploding from the contact with the missiles. Kilo went charging into battle, slamming and crushing the drones. Everyone sprang into action, fighting to quickly decimate the drones before they could send video footage of the members of the Carnival. Zeke heard something heavy on the tiled floor, and he turned to see a large exo-suit engaging them. "Well, if it isn't our little rag tag little group of renegades." Said the man inside. Zeke smiled, the others were handling the drones. The man's head covering was open, allowing them all to see his face. "And let me guess who you are. An asshole with a full body cast?" Zeke smiled, speaking in a nonchalant manner. His laser whip wasn't made to last long, it automatically shut down, only lasting long enough to decimate. His whip was no longer working, having been used for the length of time allotted. "I only have orders to bring you back, not to bring you back alive." The man's head covering closed, and he began attacking. He lifted his arm, and began to shoot. The Carnival crew scrambled to get out of the way. "You guys deal with the drones! I'll handle him!" "Right!" Anya cried, swinging her leg up to decapitate one of the drones. The drones, while consisting of numbers, did not stand a chance against the Crew. Burt was running, taking his position to hide. Zeke didn't know if his arm had any weapons within it, but it didn't appear so. Burt cried out, taking a bullet in his mechanical arm. Kilo charged, taking down several machines going for Burt. Anya took care of the ones going after him. Axel and CP were holding their own, using their internal weapons. Zeke charged the exo-suit, leapint up to have the man slam him away into a wall. Zeke crashed into the wall, going through it. "I only need your head intact! Otherwise you're useless!" Zeke coughed, from all of the dust from the collapsed wall. "Damn, that thing's really strong..." Zeke pushed off a chunk of the wall, if only to be in the machine's laser sight. Zeke jumped up, out of the way as a barrage of bullets came at him. Zeke swung up, out of the sight of the man. Zeke came down, using a pipe he had ripped from the wall's interior to beat the exo-suit down. Zeke flipped up and over, slamming his foot into the arm with the gun, breaking it off. He jumped down, and lifted the man up, slamming him down onto the hard floor. The man crashed through it, and Zeke jumped down after him. The man's weight caused him to slam through three floors to the sub basement, where he came to rest, not moving. Zeke sighed, scratching his face with one finger. "Hmph... guess I over did it..." Zeke pried off the exo-suits' top, as easily as a can opener. He yanked on the man's comlink, searching it for information with his telepresence abilities. "404th squadron,Sargent Strings, reserve forces..." Zeke said, and found what he was searching for. "He's one of the Colonel's soldiers... I knew it!" Zeke lifted off, catching the edge of the hole the man had made from crashing down. He climbed up, and repeated this until he was climbing back up onto the floor. Zeke used his telepresence functions to find the security cameras, and mentally fried the data. They had nothing to go on, nothing to trace their faces, and nothing to link them to the Carnival. The others were finishing off the other drones, Zeke had his information. He disguised his voice, speaking into the comlink. "This is Sargent Strings reporting." The voice on the other end acknowledged him. "Go ahead." "Falling back, the droids are no match for the three units encountered." "Roger. Fall back. Meet at..." Zeke tossed the comlink away, hearing it break on the ground. Zeke used his telepresence functions to activate several of the ships, at the same time telling the Captain of the Carnival to activate his. He told the captain what was going on, and so thus the captain acknowledged. "Come on! I used my abilities to distract the military. We're using this chance to get out of here. Finish them off. The Carnival is only staying long enough for the Ship's engines to warm up for take off. LET'S MOVE IT!" The smaller ships were taking off, Zeke had programed their auto pilots to simply take them into orbit around the planet. It wouldn't be too hard for the owners to collect them. Zeke felt kind of sorry for the poor saps. The larger Space Liner would be taking off at about the same time as the Carnival, because of the engines being so large. Zeke had activated all of the lie support systems in case anyone was aboard that would need it. Zeke didn't hate humans as a whole, only those who would try to seize him and his friends. They others quickly finished up the drones, and they all started running for the ship. Zeke sent a sub-command, apologizing to the captain for what he was doing. [I]"It's fine. Do what you have to to get those poor children back here alive... and do what you have to do to protect them." "Thanks, captain."[/I] Zeke used his abilties to fry the cameras again, shutting them down. They would escape unharmed. However, they found their way blocked by more powerful droids.... and the ship would be taking off in only fifteen minutes, as soon as the engines could lift it off. The Carnival lied behind this wall of massive drones. The engines could be seen lighting up, the heat rippleing the air. They could make it, the doors were still open. "Come on... We don't have time for this!" Zeke cried, readying for an assault. "We have to get to the Carnival!" -------------------------------------------- "It figures they'd get away. We didn't have enough time.

I love the sound track to the .hack//SIGN anime.... Of course.... there's also groove coverage, DJ Sammy, and various other bands and artists. I love techno.

Zeke was watching television when there was a knock at the door. Zeke called out. "Door's open!" Kilo came in, looking rather like the hulk in nice clothes, sporting his muscles. Anya was wearing her favorite outfit, and Zeke was wearing his. Burt had dressed up too, albeit casually. Eon had come too, looking rather nice. All of them looked like an assorted crowd, people would be staring at them. However, Zeke didn't care in the slightest. Zeke was now wearing his short vest, with all of the metal garnishes, his sleek abs exposed. He wore his favorite black boots, and a pair of leather pants donned his legs. He wore a two belts, both of them also laden with metal garnishes. Zeke jumped off of the bed, his slight frame moving easily. Zeke smiled, and spun around for them too see. "So, do I look good or what?" The others smiled, and nodded. "Good, you guys look good, too. Come on, let's get going." They started walking down the hall, and ran into Kurai. Her room was just down the hall from his, and Zeke smiled. "Hey, Kurai, We're going for pizza. Wanna come with?" Kurai paused for a second. "Sure. Where are we going?" Zeke thought for a second before answering. "I have no idea. We were just going to wander around until we found a decent pizza parlor." Kurai had a blank look on her face. "You're really something... Sure, I'll go with. I wanted to explore the city anyway." Kurai headed down the hall with them, and they stopped in to the crew's common room to see who was in there. They found Axel and CP there, watching television. Zeke turned to his cohorts, and smiled as he pressed his finger to his lips. He tiptoed over behind them, they were far into the program they were watching. Zeke jumped the back of the couch they were sitting on, plopping down between them to grab them and hold them near him. His sudden appearance startled them, and they were suddenly being held with his arms around them both. "Well howdy, lover boys..." Zeke put on a deliberately cheesy French accent. "We were going to for a pizza... would you two like to come with us?" Axel and CP only stared at him. They were still in shock with his startling them. "Um... sure?" Axel said, and blinked, before smiling. "Yeah, I'll go. Sounds fun." Zeke turned to CP, who was still blankly staring at Zeke. "And you, will you come with us, too?" Zeke touched CP's face with his fingertips, hoping to send a chill down CP's spine. CP's eyebrow raised, and he faintly smiled. He nodded. "Well, that was a fail on life. I had hoped you would speak." Zeke stood up, and pulled the two of them along with him. Kilo was looking rather alarmed by this point. "Um.... Am I expected to buy pizza for everyone?" Zeke laughed. "Of course not, dummy. Just mine. I'll chip in some money for everyone else." Kilo sighed in relief. "Oh, thank god..." Axel smiled. "Um.... most androids don't believe in the concept of god. Otherwise, we'd have to worship mega-nerds who suffer from chronic masterbation syndrome." Zeke snorted, cracking a wide smile. Anya started laughing, as did everyone. Burt looked angry. "I do not!" he said, indignant. At this, all of them started laughing again. Zeke slid to Burt, putting his arm around him. Zeke poked Burt in the cheek, smiling in a most mischievious manner. "Oh? You're getting a little too hot under the collar... are you sure?" Everyone laughed again. Burt cracked an irritated smile. "No. I don't." Zeke smiled. "That's better. Much more believable." Zeke let go and they all started walking down the hall, leaving the ship and wandering into the town. Zeke was the only one to notice the person following them..... OOC: Alright... make like normal, everything is cool. Let's get that pizza...

alright.... maybe yall will call me a pansy for this. Resident Evil: Outbreak. The introduction to 'Oscar the Elephant' made me jump... and then there was the freaky plant thing in the abandoned hospital.. Another one that was kind of freaky to me was than snes simpson's game..... dude. that was some seriously ****** up ****. spit balls as weapons, old ladies whose kisses turned you into a frog,fairies that looked like lisa? FARTMAN?????? come on.....