Gemini Man Zone: Medical Students

Medical Students

Gathering Room - Skull Fortress

The northern quarter of Skull Fortress's round sublevel is fairly spartan. A stage juts out of the rounded northern wall, usually sporting a podium for briefings but also used for recreational performances. A giant Wily sigil is painted on the otherwise white wall behind it. Wheeled tables and chairs are scattered about the room so as to allow the Masters to watch whatever's happening on the stage, gather around the tables only as relative equals, or simply sit around and chat. Wide automatic doors allow for quick deployment once a briefing is done.

Slide Doors leads to Vehicle Docking - Skull Fortress.
Blast Doors leads to Teleporters - Skull Fortress.
South leads to Lift Landing - Skull Fortress.

[Radio] You send Shadow Man a direct message: "Shadow, do you copy?"

Shadow Man sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "...Hai."

[Radio] You send Shadow Man a direct message: "Talk to us in the Gathering Room."

Shadow Man arrives from the Lift Landing - Skull Fortress.
Shadow Man has arrived.

Gemini Man is sitting at the head of the meeting table. By himself, and quiet, the table empty of any of the elements that might suggest a proper briefing. Leaning forward against steepled hands, his posture seems to indicate an element of seriousness will be transferred during this meeting.

The clicking of the segmented door indicates Shadow Man's arrival, stepping through silently, as it clicks shut again behind him, sealing the pair alone within the largely barren and uninteresting room. Before heading over, he bows low before his commander, and then walks to the other side of the table, pulling over a chair.

Gemini Man unsteeples his hands and taps the right, the hologram hand, on the table a few times before he talks. "How'd the game go?" he asks finally.

Shadow Man leans back, bringing his right hand to the table, drumming his fingers as an eyebrow is raised to his commander, expression blank.

Gemini Man waits for a response, and when he doesn't get one, clarifies. "You know. You and Star Man." He raises the hand back up. "At any rate, it's time for us to pass on this information. We've been given the task of working from the inside to take back Cairo. We're passing information on the project out on a need to know basis."

Shadow Man nods agreeably, evidently awaiting further instruction.

Gemini Man lay his right arm down on the desk, and the hand on the end fades away. He reaches over with the left to push a button on his arm's control panel, and a small projection appears, slightly translucent, of a street...downtown Cairo. The map zooms out a bit to show Repliforce patrols, visible as mere red dots, then sinks back inward to show a single street. Some of the buildings here are slightly damaged, one of them with the top several floors missing, and under repair. The holographic image is primitive, with simple textures, but gets the point across. "We did some scouting work, along with Pharoah Man, who is aware of the project. Some urban renewal plans are in place by Repliforce in order to repair damages to these buildings, which were accrued during our occupation." A pause. "Starting...immediately... Repliforce is NOT taking sufficient precautions to ensure that the human workers on these projects have their safety ensured. Follow?"

Shadow Man says, "Why not?"

Gemini Man replies, "Simple. Because of careful, covert, sabotage. Cut cables, frayed wires. Minor accidents that continue to go wrong, while no one is paying attention." Gemini smiles. "We managed to get a good assessment of their security in the city center, thanks to a report given to Spiral Pegasus. This simulation is an APPROXIMATION of their interior patrol routes, though you'll still have to be on guard. And this is just the beginning. Next we strike food supplies. And hospitals."

Shadow Man drums his fingers on the table again. From his armor, he takes a small box, placing it on the table in front of him. He presses a button, and a red light blinks on, blinking out in a few seconds to be replaced by a green one. Shadow Man flips open a panel, glances at something underneath, and then flips the panel shut again. He has something to say.

Gemini Man is used to this rigamarole. "All right. Question?"

Shadow Man says, "Despite what evidence we have to the contrary, I am willing to give the Repliforce the benefit of the doubt in assuming that they are not complete idiots. Even without any evidence whatsoever, their territory is surrounded by hostiles. However careful we may be, evidence of influence in destruction and violence will remain. They will immediately blame us, even if actual evidence of our /involvement/ is nonexistant, and the population, who has been experiencing the Robot Wars either directly or indirectly over the last decade, will be inclined to agree. The violence becomes an excuse, and the Repliforce propoganda machines are fueled to begin spreading their territory into Africa, and their forces have a moral basis for their assault in the eyes of the Africans whereas before they had none but their own irrelevant ideals of stagnation."

Gemini Man shuts off his projection and leans back in the seat, putting his hands on the armrests. "Well, of course. But remember. While we were THERE, it is true that the quality of life was excellent. We weren't to lay hands on those people and we, EVEN we," he adds, as clarification, "treated them excellently. The idea behind the project is that the Repliforce WILL be at fault for these...minor and PERSISTANT disasters."

Shadow Man says, "As you wish, commander. But may I make an alternative suggestion?"

Gemini Man absolutely HATES alternate suggestions. He tries not to let it show. "Absolutely."

Shadow Man says, "Help them."

Gemini Man raises a brow at this. Shadow's clearly off his rocker. "This had better be good."

Shadow Man says, "They /could/ use the help."

Gemini Man grits his teeth, takes a deep "breath," then says, slowly, "Help them WHAT?"

Shadow Man says, "Help them run the city."

Gemini Man coughs into his hand, clearing his throat. "Ballade's orders...to US...are to use underground methods to prove Repliforce incapable of governing the city. Aiding them would be, needless to say, counterproductive." Gemini looks up at Shadow Man, with a glint in his eye. Unsaid: --Plus, it's a chance to cause fear and death, and we aren't about to pass that up, no matter what you think of our means and tactics.--

Shadow Man says, "Then you are not interested."

Gemini Man narrows his eyes a little. "No. We're not. What did you hope to achieve by it?"

Shadow Man says, "Isn't that much obvious?"

Gemini Man will admit when he's stumped. "No."

Shadow Man drums his fingers on the table again. "To destroy Repliforce's hold from the inside."

Gemini Man squeezes his remaining hand tightly, JUST THIS CLOSE to pounding it on the table. "THAT is EXACTLY the idea!"

"Yes," says Shadow Man patiently, "I know."

Gemini Man continues to squeeze his hand very, very tightly for a moment...internally...counting to ten. He closes his eyes, then opens them, the hand still tight, but his voice not as close to a shout. "All right. Explain, please." He doesn't like it when Shadow Man tries to make him feel like an idiot. Making other people feel like idiots is HIS job.

Shadow Man exhales curtly. "To elaborate. The Repliforce decides to set up security cameras, or cheap mock-cameras, in the name of protection from a Robot Master threat which doesn't exist. The Repliforce assigns numbers to people to prevent spies, the Repliforce dictates food rations and medical rations to ensure equality, the Repliforce sets up a blatantly exaggerated propoganda campaign to make use people in their territory who are otherwise just a waste of resources, the Repliforce annexes private businesses to support itself, dictates laws to minimize the possibility of crime or disturbance, and sets up restricted areas to conduct its afairs. Meanwhile, they deny their own involvement in any of this, a nonsensical denial to a people who can see the evidence everywhere they turn. The time under the Robot Masters and the relative freedom and comfortable lifestyle afforded is fresh in their minds, and they are quite certain of whom to blame. Is this sufficient?"

oO(It's brilliant. Simple. Effective.)Oo oO(I want to taste blood. Human blood. Sacrifices. Death. REAL panic.)Oo oO(Maybe Shadow Man WOULD be a better commander than we'll ever be...)Oo "Genius," Gemini declares. "Brilliant." He then stands up from the chair, crossing his arms. "We're going to do it our way. If you don't care to be involved, so be it. Ignore all knowledge of the project."

Shadow Man says, "Of course I will abide by your decision, commander. My services are at your disposal for the project as you have specified it."

And there you have it. All the evidence that you'll ever need that Gemini Man only commands to fuel his own ego. He turns around and leans on the table, right hand reformed, both palms down. "Very good," he says, his eyes narrowing. "We'll send a copy of the patrol patterns to your files. Don't fail. If the project doesn't interest you, we can find someone else, or do it ourselves, both of which would be preferable to your being SEEN and noticed during the opening phases of this project."

"I will do my best not to be," says Shadow Man.

Gemini Man stands up and waves Shadow Man away. "Very good. That's all."

Shadow Man nods, and rises from his place as well, replacing the chair and bowing to his commander before heading back towards the door connecting to the Lift Landing.

[Day Two.]

Shadow Man sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "May I see you in the Training Room, Commander?"

[Radio] You send Shadow Man a direct message: "Certainly. Whatever for?"

Shadow Man sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Concerning your orders."

[Radio] You send Shadow Man a direct message: "Fan-tastic."

Training Room - Skull Fortress

This majority of this room when inactive is nothing but a giant black box with an overlaid shimmering green wire grid, dotted with holographic projection orbs at regular intervals on the ceiling, and a control panel for programming simulations. The only other feature is a shielded viewing balcony above the entrance, where one can watch without fear of stray fire. When turned on, however, the holographic generators can create any scene imaginable, even modifying the laws of physics at will. Thanks to the technology of simulated damage, Masters can use this room for combat training as much as they wish, and no medical drones are necessary.

Shadow Man [Armor] [RM]
Holographic Terminal
Reinforced Doors leads to Common Room - Skull Fortress.

The holographic projecters are off now, and the room is black, with a yellow grid around the room.

Shadow Man stands just inside the entrance of the Training Room, himself apparently having arrived just shortly before, with his back half-turned to the door.

There is a brief pause before the door opens again, Gemini Man, on his own, walking in briquely. Apparently he either wasn't far from the area, or was somewhere convenient enough to it. Seeing Shadow Man's back is in his way, somewhat, he just coughs. "Well?"

Shadow Man glances back over his shoulder, and turns to face his commander, bowing low before him. He then heads over to the terminal...

He taps a few keys over the pad, activating the holographic terminal entering his designation number, and a menu appears above the keypad.
Accesssing Program Listings for user Shadow Man...
Shadow 1: Disguise Designer Program
Shadow 2: Meditation Simulation
Shadow 3: Repliforce Headquarters NYC Simulation
Shadow 4: Phantom Opponent Simulation
Shadow 5: [Password Locked]

Loading Program Shadow 1...
Submenu 1: RF
Submenu 2: UN
Submenu 3: Zoomorphic
Submenu 4: Humanoid
Subprog *1: Cairo A
Subprog *2: Cairo B
Loading Subprogram 1/1...

In the middle of the room, after first a green wiregrid, a humanoid appears. It is clearly, however, a reploid, and female at that, well proportioned and with facial characteristics that indicate irrepressable cheer. The red cross on her white hat indicates her job. "I thought," says Shadow Man, "we might put on a little show. You can copy this file into your own holographic library?"

Gemini Man watches the display with a raised brow, and nods. "We could."
"Awwww...I gotta be a GIRL again?" The holographic version of the twin Master appears behind the simulated Repliforcer, looking her up and down appraisingly.
"Not a bad design," Gemini says, though he himself seems to be barely looking. "What's the scheme this time?"

"If you prefer," says Shadow Man, with an undertone to his voice that can't reliably be defined as patronizing, "I could make it male. Simple. You wanted accidents... We will provide one. We start with something fake. The Repliforce is confused by the lack of records and the mystery around the incident. After that, when the accidents are real, they'll be starting with one foot on the wrong path."

Gemini Man himself doesn't seem to have a preference at all. He merely states, "Getting in close as a medic would be HYSTERICALLY fun. But remember that only humans are supposed to be injured in these raids. Specifically, the trick behind the proposition is that Repliforce members and other reploids aren't to be harmed. The idea is only to provide the illusion that the 'Force doesn't know how to handle non-reploid lifeforms."
"An illusion that an incompetant medic would CLEARLY provide," says the twin, looking at Shadow around the training room illusion balanced in the air.

Shadow Man raises an eyebrow, an expression of gunuine ponderment crossing his face. "I had considered that you would merely secret away a false victim," says Shadow Man, "but an incompetant reploid medic, while serving a different immediate function, might be just as useful to the plan..."

Gemini Man's voice drops in pitch slightly, adopting an undertone that is both content and sinister. "What I like about it is that I can get my hands dirty." Then, he makes the journey toward the hologram with slow calculated steps, and rests his hand under the chin of the illusory girl, as if he were about to taunt her. Then, his gaze seems to recede, and scan the body up and down, taking in the whole of it in a quick swoop. A haze of light covers over him, and, then, a duplicate vision of the holographic girl covers over his own body, perfectly alike in image, delicate in texture. The image turns around to Shadow Man and offers him Gemini's wry grin.

Shadow Man looks critically over the hologram, apparently finding nothing specifically out of order, juding by his expression. "I will alter my own physical disguise accordingly," he says, turning back to the terminal and tapping a key to shut off the holograms created by the room. It vanishes without fanfare.

Gemini Man looks down at 'him'self to doublecheck, poking and prodding delicately at various areas of the disguise. He holds out the right hand to inspect. "You just wish it were THIS easy," he says, the male voice issueing from the delicate mouth. The hologram behind him makes a couple taps on his throat, causing the original to cough. "Oh, right." Gemini clears his throat. "Gotta work on that."

Shadow Man raises an eyebrow, and acknowledges his commander with a mere nod. "I should not take long," he replies. The voice is still male, but perhaps in the early or mid 40, somewhat gruff, and definately not Shadow Man's. "Will you wish to conduct the operation tonight?"

Gemini Man thinks for a moment...then nods. "Yeah. We do."
"Try Tron's," suggests the twin, being helpful.
Gemini reaches down to his arm, and pushes a button, holding it in for a second. "A-HEM!" The girl-voice tests, and passes. "That's actually a little distasteful!" she says, sounding perky despite this protest.
"You always make me do it." The hologram sticks out his toungue at the original, then vanishes.

Shadow Man exhales curtly through his nose. "They are likely to have her pattern on file. You may as well grab somone in Africa for the pattern."

Gemini Man nods. "I know. Just give me a few minutes to play with it." Seemingly literally, as he's taking another experimental... POKE, at the disguise. "If Crash Man could do S*** like this, I think he'd never leave his quarters."

Shadow Man blinks in puzzlement. Either he has no idea what Gemini Man means, or doesn't intend to admit to having any idea what Gemini Man means.

Napalm Man arrives from the Common Room - Skull Fortress.
Napalm Man has arrived.

Napalm Man clanks into the training room via the door leading to the common room, a sort of odd expression on his face as he mumbles under his breath "Poor Enker..."

There's a weird girl in the center of the room here, an almost exaggerated Jane medic, rocking back and forth on her heels. She nods, very serious-like, as Napalm Man enters. "Yeah, it's really a shame...." she says, though she can hardly seem sincere, her eyes are so bright and wide.

Shadow Man turns to look at Napalm Man, immediately crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow (he does that a lot), his expression clearly disapproving.

Gathering Room - Skull Fortress

Slide Doors leads to Vehicle Docking - Skull Fortress.
Blast Doors leads to Teleporters - Skull Fortress.
Southleads to Lift Landing - Skull Fortress.

Shadow Man arrives from the Teleporters - Skull Fortress.
Shadow Man has arrived.

Gemini Man is standing near the entrance to the teleporters. He's not in disguise at all, but he's fiddling with a few of the buttons on his right arm hologram controls. He pushes a button, frowns, shakes his head, peers at something on his arm, and tries another.

Shadow Man arrives shortly from the lift landing. He is not, of course, Shadow Man, but rather a reploid doctor. While he's clearly humanoid, something about his stance reminds one of some sort of pompous cartoon character, perhaps the walrus from Disney's Alice in Wonderland or the fat lord from their King Arthur. He bows stiffly at the door.

"Cute," Gemini Man...fairly SQUEAKS out, at Shadow Man, supposing this is his partner's disguise. Gemini has, obviously, been doing some voice tinkering, and is still doing tests, and everything he says comes out sounding like a girl. At least it doesn't sound like Tron anymore. "A-HEM. Sorry." He raises a brow. "How long did THAT take to set up? It looks complicated."

Gemini Man

A cheerful, perky, female reploid, of a humanoid type. She's wearing a simple outfit that looks like a field nurse's uniform: a white minidress over blue pants, with oversized white boots of the usual reploid variety. Overall, her reploid race is fairly obvious, despite her well-proportioned humanoid body; she stands at about six feet tall, making her large for a human girl, and her hair is a bright red-pink, in several neat, coil-curls on her head. Several inches her height are actually made up of her hat, a large white cap with a red cross emblazoned on the front, showing her off as a member of the medical staff. She's gifted with an eternally cheerful, almost 'painted on' expression, with bright green eyes and coral lips, cheeks just a little too rosy. Her hands are covered with yellow gloves. She carries a medpak, seemingly bottomlessly full of supplies and equipment for reploid repair.
http://www.secondtruth.com/gemini/medic.jpg

Shadow Man

At about seven and a half feet tall, much of that feet, and wider than average for his height, one look at this humanoid reploid tells you that he's not going to tolerate any nonsense. Stern, deep-set optics are framed by gray, longer below than above, with stern white metal eyebrows and mustache. Around his head is a red, blue, and gold band with a small mirror on the front, and a stethescope hangs around his neck. Below, his armor is bulky, but doesn't look very strong. A white labcoat is flung over it, but worn open. It is obvious that he is a medic or a doctor, and not a combat model.

"Dr. Klausmann," says Shadow Man in a rough voice which matches his appearence perfectly. Definately reminds one of a walrus. "A few hours. I don't intend it for repeated use. And you are?"

Gemini Man blinks up. Then, he looks down. "Oh, right." He reaches over and pushes another button, and the holographic disguise solidifies around him. At least the body matches the voice now. "I guess I'll be... Nurse Betty. Okay?" She offers an irrepressable cute, anime smile thereafter. ...Evil.

Shadow Man nods briefly. He doesn't look like the kind of person who is impressed by cute, either in or out of disguise. He takes a step back away from the door, turning perpendicular to it, and holds a hand out towards it. Ladies and commanders first.

Oh. Absolutely. Well, Gemini takes that as a cue, anyway, stepping in toward the teleporters. ...He throws Shadow a glance over his shoulder as he does so. Just had to add to his height, too, hm? Well, the irony of Shadow, on PURPOSE, choosing to disguise HIMSELf in a position over Gemini's own does not escape the Gamma Commander. But it doesn't bother him that much. After all... he's still going to have fun.

Shadow Man bows - again, clumsily - and follows his commander out to the teleporters. Of course, he did make the offer to make a male form for Gemini Man instead. But that's not important now. Off to Cairo they go.

Cairo - Downtown

Unlike other cities of its size, Cairo has avoiding succumbing to the urge to build up into the sky. The vastness of the Egyptian desert gives the city ample room to expand outwards, and real estate is comparatively cheap. Or it could be that most buildings over fifteen stories tall have a tendency to sink partially into the sand. Whatever the cause, Cairo has maintained much of its ancient charm with buildings built of clay standing alongside the most recent polymer-alloy combinations. Here at the heart of the city, the equitorial heat beats down on the countless heads of humans and reploids from everwhere around the world. A few taller buildings, though they could barely be called skyscrapers compared to the almost impossibly high buildings in other major cities, are scattered around the district, while business people, some in traditional garb, weave in and out of mom-and-pop restaurants and kiosks selling datadisks of the most recent newspapers and magazines. The bustle around here only slows down in the deepest hours of the night, and even then the area is host to a different and less savory troupe of business people. Carefully kept sections of park area, irrigated with desalinized ocean water, dot the downtown area with everything from pecan trees imported from the west to fig trees, though most of the plants are protected by safety fields.

North leads to Cairo - Commercial District.
West leads to Cairo - Residential District.
East leads to Cairo - Bazaar District.
South leads to Cairo - Cultural District.

Shadow Man arrives from the Cairo - Cultural District.
Shadow Man has arrived.

There are the usual streams of Repliforce patrol gathered about, milling around to keep the human crowds in line. The Nurse does not seem phased by this. Because 'she' knows pretty much exactly where they are going to be. Her walk has a skip to its step, and she calmly tightbeams to the other disguised Robot Master behind 'her.' [You know. We should cause a transportations accident. Then we could HELP.]

Shadow Man strides with brash confidence through the streets, after the nurse. Clearly this isn't just about pretending superiority over Gemini Man. Dr. Klassman is the greatest reploid ever created, who could win the war single-handedly if that was what he felt like doing, whose mistakes are all completely forgivable, and who definately outranks you whoever you are, and his walk and the way he holds himself makes that clear to all the plebeians around him. But the hospital is on the other side of the road. Dr. Klassman nods to the nurse, some unspoken communication between them, and then cross the street when the light turns and continue on to the hospital, still a ways off. But not two minutes pass before a car suddenly gets a flat tire - while crossing the crosswalk, one notices - and veers off of the road. And then it explodes. Not a usual consequence of a flat tire, but that's what happened. That's what you get for using outdated technology. Get a damn hovercar.

Oooooo. Betty gives this a wide-eyed look, a look which, to any passers-by, bespeaks of surprise and shock. But which really means... oO(All right! Damage time!)Oo Her skip-stepping halts, and she breaks into a full-on run toward the scene of the accident, her medkit flapping about behind her. "Don't worry, don't worry!" she shouts to the surrounding humans, some of whom rush back, some of whom rush closer, to the scene of the accident. "Repliforce is ON THE JOB!"

"Prhmph!" says Dr. Klassman, or something like that, as he turns back to the disurbance, brow furrowed a bit, or the reploid equivalent. But he quickly adopts a more professional demeaner as he whirls around and sees the actual source of the noise. "Right then, stand aside, stand ASIDE!" he says, taking a moment to swat away an innocent bistander who was barely in his way anyway. "Professional Repliforcers coming through. Move along, show's over, nothing to see - WOW," he exclaims, as he actually peers at the damage. "Hey, everybody, look at this flaming wreckage! Crowd around, come on, don't be shy, crowd around."

Nurse Betty seems to have an equal enthusiasm for this event. "Is there anyone dismembered, or decaptitated, or suffering horribly in there?" she shouts aloud into the burning car. There is no response. "Oh. Well...." She marches forward right into the flames, fanning them aside, and reaching in to pull a human man out, by the arm, dragging him over onto the sidewalk. He's a tan fellow who certainly looks to be a native...and in the passenger seat, there is a boy, draped halfway out of the shattered window. Betty looks back and forth between the two, then seems to decide she'll let the doctor handle the child. Experience and all. She bends forward and blinks at the man, checking for his vital signs. Well, he seems to be breathing, if with some difficulty. That's good...right? "Okay. I can handle this." She opens her medbag, and starts rummaging around.

"Right," says the doctor, "have you out there in no time, kid. Hold tight now." The reploid grabs the human child by his shoulders, and simply pulls him out of the car, scraping him against the glass and crashing it further as his hips and legs go through. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and there's no telling if that door would be openable or not. Hardly worth the bother to try. He sets the boy down on the ground in front of him, unconscious, and lifts his stethescope to his ears. The silver disc he moves around his torso, starting on the stomach, while looking up and out at nothing in particular with a mildly annoyed expression. Understandable, him being waylayed and all.

Prismatic Spider arrives from the Cairo - Cultural District.
Prismatic Spider has arrived.

Along the streets, not too far from the proper hospital, a car has suddenly and mysteriously wrecked. ...Luckily, Repliforce is on task. ....Right. In fact, there are two reploids there: a blustering doctor, working on pulling a child out of the flaming wreck of the vehicle, and a smaller, very cheerful nurse.

The cheery Nurse pulls a few tools out of her bag. This is most unusual. Wrench...screwdriver...weilding equipment. "Hm. You'll have to excuse me. I haven't done much work on humans before. Repliforce training, you know!" she says, triumphantly. She frowns at the man, then at her tools, then shrugs, reaching in the bag again and pulling out what looks to be a small saw. "If you could just shut off your pain receptors, now, that would be a big help. Let me know if you can't do that automatically, and I'll try and find your manual override." The man starts to regain conciousness, slightly, and the first thing he sees is the gleaming edge of the reploid-caliber handsaw, as Nurse Betty arranges his arms apart, and starts to feel for any damaged internals by poking around on his chest with her free hand. The human twitches and shouts. The crowd about all steps back from this display, a few of the rubberneckers closing their eyes.

"Prtrbrhrmph!" says the someone larger doctor, who seems quite fluent in various tongues of unintelligable indignation. "Nonsense, Nurse Betty, human pain receptors have to be disconnected chemically." He rummages around in his armor, producing a syringe with something purple and evil-looking in it. He doesn't seem to have been very careful in selecting it. "Try this. Now than," he says to the unconscious boy in front of him, moving the stethescope around to check for a heartbeat again - currently right around his collarbone - "can you move at all? If you can, say something."

Prismatic Spider walks through the streets with a datapad in hand, heading to work on the defenses of the city when the sight of this... oddity... catches his eyes. Quickly striding towards the wreck, he calls out, "What's this? What's going on here? Where are the ambulances?" Amazing response time for medics...

"Oh!" This had seemingly NEVER occured to Betty. She reaches over and takes the syringe, then looks down at her patient/victim. "Okay. This won't be hard." Then, she injects the fluid right into his upper arm. The man makes several broad, spasmatic twitches. "Oh!" She leans back away while this occurs; apparently, she wasn't expecting it. Then, she looks up at the Doctor, and over to the Spider. oO(Well, he's the big man on campus, let HIM announce our bulls*** credentials.)Oo

Shadow Man hrmphs at Prismatic. "Stand clear, citizen," he says, leaning his weight over his knees as he rises, holding a hand out in front of him in classic crossguard pose. "Let the Repliforce handle this. Do not interfere. ...Actually," he says, glancing down at the boy for a moment, "this boy requires further medical attention than I can provide here. Make yourself useful, and call an ambulence." Without waiting to see if his orders are carried out, he kneels down, and mutters to himself under his breath as he continues checking for a heartbeat, finding it finally. "Lot of bloody useless slack-jaywed gawkers," he mumbles. "Lucky we were on our way to our assignment... Flea-ridden city... Five years under my belt and then send me out to this God-forsaken hole... I've half a mind to tender my resignation..."

Prismatic Spider blinks. "Excuse me sir, but I AM in the Repliforce... And what did you just do to the man? Who are you two?" As he speaks, he uses his radio to alert the local authorities to the situation and verify that an ambulance is indeed on it's way.

The nurse blinks at the Doctor, then back to her patient. "Ummm... Doctor? He IS a member of the force, sir... and..." She looks down. "Gosh, he's not moving. Did I do it wrong?" She pokes at her patient, with her finger, still branishing the saw in the other hand.

Shadow Man says, "Really? Bloody well never one /I've/ seen. Not a medic, eh? One of those front line boys? Poor devils. Well, see to getting yourself some proper identification!" he says, tapping the mirror on the band around his forehead knowingly. "Can't be have unknown Repliforcers running around, can't be having it at all. Gotta let these people know who it is they can turn to. Now get me that damn ambulence, soldier." He walks over to the nurse's patient, leaving his own lying on the floor. "Hrmm," he says, checking the pulse. "Still alive, I'd say. Maybe you gave him too much of that pain nullifying chemical. Tell him to take two asprin and call us in the morning," he says, patting the dazed and unmoving human on the shoulder.

Prismatic Spider mutters for a moment, then raises his voice back to normal levels. "I am Lieutenant Prismatic Spider of Medical, Science, and Engineering." Then his voice begins to rise slightly. "What in the bloody blue blazes are you two doing with these humans? And especially with that saw? Speaking of unknowns, I want to see both of your identifications and credentials for human treatment. Now." That ambulance should start arriving soon...

"Oh. You mean I don't have to open him up?" Nurse Betty looks vaugely disappointed by this. She immediately puts the saw back into her medkit, then puts her crescent wrench back in, as well. Betty then looks up at Prismatic with wide-eyed horror. "You have to FILE for those?! Ohmygosh...geez! Well, I did all I could!"

"Are you?" says the doctor to Prismatic. "Bloody good for you, boy. Now, what /I'm/ going to do is get to whatever it is that substitues for a hospital in a place like this, clean up whatever mess they've got now, and make a proper medical institution out of it. Now you, 'Lieutenant'" he says, pronouncing the rank title as a Duke might pronounce the word 'Earl', "make sure that ambulence gets here, and make sure it gets these poor devils aboard without killing them or crashing into a building or something. Bloody people can't even drive down the street without getting themselves half-killed," he mutters, and then turns to Nurse Betty, "yes, but you've got a lot of learning left to do before you get your human treatment license. Now let's go. We're late already." (repose)

Fusion Phoenix arrives from the Cairo - Bazaar District.
Fusion Phoenix has arrived.

Prismatic Spider sends another radio transmission as the doctor continues his condescending attitude. "I think not. Unless you produce identification immediately, I believe you are going to be coming with me for impersonating a Repliforce officer, a possible count of insubordination, and a count of malpractice. Each. Now let's see it."

Conduit arrives from the Cairo - Cultural District.
Conduit has arrived.

Well, damn. Gemini Man can produce just about anything out of thin air, but he's not totally sure how to counterfiet a Repliforce medical lisence instantaniously. Maybe Shadow Man knows crap like that. Gemini settles for leaning over the nurse's bag, and rummaging around in it, 'her' arm shoved into the satchel far beyond where the logical bottom of the sack should actually be. "Well, I know my ID's in here SOMEWHERE..." At least that's the sound of the ambulance Prism called, coming in from the background of this sordid scene.

Well, Prismatic called for muscle, and guess who's comming down out of the sky slowly, but MSE's one and only warrior, Fusion Phoenix. At the moment, he is still far away, but is closing in.

Shadow Man sends a radio transmission.
Shadow Man sends you a tightbeam radio transmission: "Which one's the real Spider?"

Conduit is also responding to Prismatic's call for help. Races through the streets, weaving in and out of traffic as he makes his way towards the call.

Shadow Man receives a radio transmission from Gemini Man.
[Radio] You send Shadow Man a direct message: "(still girly) What the hell are you talking about? That spider can't... Oh. No, I get it. I can do you one better. Just give me a second here."

oO(Foolish Shadow Man. Ah, well. My emitters are going to hate me for this.)Oo Still leaning over the sack of tools, looking for the promised identification, the Nurse reaches her second arm into the bag, and pushes an unseen button.

You project a holographic image of Silver Mane.
Silver Mane has arrived.

"Not so fast, /Lieutenant/" says Shadow Man, hrmphing once again at the Spider. "You think you can play games with the Repliforce? You think we're here for your amusement? Well, I'll have you know that we run a tight shift here. We're not some absantee bunch of moronic robots. It seems odd that /I/ would not have heard of an MSE personell, even one of those damn Australian boys. Where is /your/ identification, /Lieutenant/?"

Meanwhile, down on the sidewalk the boy bleeds quietly, and the man twitches. Business as usual. Nothing to see here.
And also there's a faintly smoking car wreckage nearby, probably for unrelated reasons.

Fusion Phoenix is now clearly visable, and lands next to Prismatic. "So what exactly is going on?"

"One can say the same for you... However, my ID signal is active as we speak... And you are not transmitting an ID signal. So where is your identification?" He glances over at Fusion as he lands, and gestures to the tableau before him. "Hello, Fusion... It appears that these people got into a car collision, and these medics managed to show up before the ambulance did. They claim they're Repliforce, but I seriously doubt anyone with any knowlege of human medicine would bring out a Reploid-grade saw for a human with no obvious need for an amputation... And they're lacking both ID and human treatment credentials."

Conduit also becomes visible as he rounds a corner, coming upon the situation and moving quickly to join Prismatic and Fusion, "The heck is going on?"

Shadow Man receives a radio transmission from Gemini Man.
[Radio] You send Shadow Man a direct message: "Play along with this one, fatboy, or we're both screwed..."

Gemini Man just shakes 'her' head, still leaning over the bag. Well, blustering will only get you so far. Let's salvage this and go home.

From beyond the smoke and the haze, comes a form that should be familiar enough to the Repliforcers. ID signal? This is a direct, live scan, Master's equipment be praised, so the Silver Mane hologram is just about as perfect as a solid illusion can be. "I'll handle this," the illusion speaks, and, with that, the silver arm breaks through the remainder of the smoke, to crush around the neck of the Repliforce 'Doctor.' "Get these people to the hospital," Silver Mane orders. "I'll sort out this rubbish."

Nurse Betty blinks up at Silver Mane, then starts to right-out sob.

Shadow Man snarls. His voice immediately drops low, although it's still the same voice, just gone of the self-inflated air. "You again," he says, narrowing his eyes slightly at the roughly lupine reploid. "I thought I was done with you."

Prismatic Spider nods to Silver Mane, and begins to move to assist the two humans...

But the ambulance FINALLY shows up, medics rushing out to get the humans treated... And without giant, armor-composite cutting saws. Blinking, Prismatic turns back to Silver Mane. "Well, Silver, looks like they have it taken care of already..." He looks back to the 'doctor' and 'nurse'. "So, about that identification..."

Conduit eyes Silver Mane, odd that he didn't radio. But he shrugs to himself, but doesn't leave just yet, after all theres always the possibility that he might need help.

Fusion Phoenix blinks. Ok, time to let the brass handle things. "Prismatic, could you secure this man for safe transport while I remove that street odstruction?"

Silver Mane shakes Shadow Man a bit by the neck. "I KNOW them," he says to Prismatic, with a very angered tone. "The identification is expired." Then, he, some minor struggling evident, lifts the disguised Master up by the neck, and tosses him full-force away from the scene of the accident. oO(Hope you can ninja vanish in that getup.)Oo Then, the reploid's gaze flickers around, to the sobbing nurse...who looks up at him very pathetically, before scrambling to her feet, grabbing her bottomless medkit, and blazing away in a full-point run. With an animalistic glint in his eyes, the 'Repliforce officer' drops to all fours, and breaks through the crowd, chasing down the girl like she was quarry.

Conduit blinkblinks as Silver Mane runs off, "Is it just me or is he acting a bit strangely?"

Shadow Man - or Dr. Krassman - or whoever the hell he is - gets bodily hurled down the street. he quickly - but clumsily - scrambles back up to his feet, and darts - again clumsily - down the nearest corner he can find. But, as slow as he's going, he won't get far. Or, that is, he wouldn't, if he didn't quickly phase into his regular armor and melt into the shadows.
Shadow Man activates his stealth mode.

Fusion Phoenix shurgs as he hoists the wreck. "I can't say. I don't know him that well, and our first priority is helping the citizens of this city."

Prismatic Spider shakes his head. "I never saw him act like that... But it seems things are well in hand now..."

Well, so the likeness isn't mentally perfect... Gemini's only seen Silver Mane at his bloody WORST. But he did get a good reaction out of the crowd, with that animal-charge, and that's what he was aiming for. One form of twin runs from the other for a good long while yet, the two having no ability to vanish the way the 'Doctor' did. Hopefully he'll get away, regardless...
Gemini Man retreats from the area swiftly, leaving him open to pursuit or parting shots from Fusion Phoenix, Conduit, and Shadow Man.

Conduit shakes his head, he's had the oppertunity to serve with Silver Mane on several occasions, "Neither have I... But its probably nothing." Shrugging once more, the currently black clad reploid moves to help Fusion.

Prismatic Spider lacks the strength to assist them, so he simply works to keep people back from the scene.

You turn off your holographic projection of Silver Mane.
Silver Mane has left.

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