Little Planet Pandemonium

The rabbit will continue moving into the maintenance system until she reaches the next vent with slots big enough to observe through. Taking out a camera to take photos of whatever she could see, but at the same time trying to stay alert as she is deep within enemy territory with no backup and the only defense is the laser bazooka she is carrying.

Gear  didn't have to be told twice. With a hop and a skip he landed in a perfect spindash maneuver and shot around the robots left side. It was then Gear shot forward and quality landed several punches and kicks against it. Unfortunately "Steel" Shrike lived up to his name as he wasn't getting damaged by Gears attacks.

He quickly jumped back as avoided more gunfire and began to dash and evade. barely dodging some of the duplicates attacks. they were gonna need a heavy attack to down this guy. And given the door ahead of them was closed it looked like they were gonna need to destroy this thing before they could advance.

"Hey!" Gear shouted as he fired off a plasma blast or two, "You have an attack that soften this guy a bit? if you can heat up his metal enough we might be able to break through that armor."

Caen curved around, drawing his swords again as he landed a few slashes at the metallic marine, jumping off of him to begin running before robot could clock on to his being attacked. He barely made a dent in the robotic armour, by the looks. 

"Fire might work. But I might need to get out of his eyesight. I'd need to be near, and it would take a few seconds!" Caen called out, curving around and trying to land a heavy kick on the robot as it was once again distracted with Gear.

-Seemingly out of no where bolts of super heated compressed plasma came hurling in from the rear of Steel Shrike, This balls of plasma more then able to melt armor of various types with but a few well placed hits.

From the rear he emerged, twisted armor and crackling blue arcane energy pulse out of his forearms, Strife had returned back for round 2.

This time however he was not following Razors directions or commands, he believed in a little thing called "Pay back" it seemed like Strife was not actively trying to sabotage Razors plans by trying to get rid of Steel Shrike, and perhaps working his way back to him. 

The possessed being made visual contact with Gear and Caen yet for some reason decided he would prefer to destroy Steel Shrike more then them, perhaps after the betrayal by Razor, he was going to make their mission easier so they could take Razor down or at the very least halt his plans in their tracks. 

Strife began to flank in a wide left motion, firing on the move to some how damage or direct the machines attention. Tho he could at any time simply turn on the other two it did appear his hostility to them for now was no longer a factor. 

" I'm some what impressed you manage to replica such a accurate model of him, right down to his armor. It's just to bad that he will be a pile of smelting slag in a good couple of minutes." 

The agent will continue through the tunnel system until she stops when she finds a console to allow her to plug her machine into the device. She will then attempt to start hacking into it hope to get connecting with the network of this mysterious place. During the time she will pull out a device from her pocket to set up a motion tracker as an early warning system.



She is being cautious about this place since she has no back up and the only way to communicate is by finding a communications room in this factory or getting out and returning to the temporary base camp. With everything set up she will go to work in order to try to access the network for more information.

The sudden arrival of the dark marinereally through off Gear. But then again this could help them if they played it right. 
Without hesitation Gear ipped over to the twisted figure.

"Hey there mind helping take care of this with us? You will? thanks!"

With that he dashed over to Caen, not giving strife time to answer. With a nervous glance he motioned to Caen, keeping his voice low as the robot was bombarded.

"Hit him with your attack but be ready to dash out as fast as possible. No telling if he will attack us after the bots busted."

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As the agent continued to hack into the system she was presented with a full map and and several key locations auto marked. Among them however was one room mark red that was just below where she was. She'd have to go through the duct system and pass by a security grid.

As the hacking continued, there was a sudden warning blaring from the console. She had been detected. With moments the alarms sounded throughout the whole facility as she could hear troops closing in on her.

-Out of seemingly no where the robot approached him, with speed that didn't even allow Strife to switch targets to shoot at him, it was one of them. One of them who he had originally been tasked with to destroy while working for Razor before the asshole betrayed him

He seemed like this guy was the most friendly thing he had ever crossed paths with, just a little while ago he was trying to destroy them now suddenly he was asking for his help, did he have a screw loose, Strife could of very easily turned the table right there and smashed  the robot to pieces with his firepower, but his burning hatred towards Razor for the betrayal over ruled such action.

I guess at this point Strife believe in the words " A enemy of my enemy is my friend." With not so much even a time to answer the twisted individual continued his assault upon steel Shrike, for he knew where to aim and weak spots to target, for Shrike and him were the same person, he knew the ins and outs and had a fair understanding of how to deal with such target.

Thick concentrated blue plasma balls continued to poor from the weapon held by Strife directed to the metal replica.-

( Gear asked me to post. Sorry for the wait)

The rabbit can hear the system was breached and the footstep of soldiers coming in to her position.

'Seems i woke up the hornet's nest. That is a bad rookie mistake.' she would think to herself as she moves ahead trying to keep some distance between her and the pursuers, but keeps the laser bazooka on standby in case she will have to make her way out of the complex. Due to this area is alien to her she would have to take different route in the tunnel system in order to try to give the pursuers the slip.

Soon the agent will reach a pit in the duct with a ladder system. This is her only way to go next


'My Luck. Oh well time to head down.'

The rabbit would think to herself as she climbs on down awaiting what could be down there.

Gear continued his assault on the metal adversary as best as he could while avoiding crossfire. It was he felt something. Something so familiar and yet so... not... he had a sudden dread that over came him as images flashed in his mind.


~~~Dead Bots like him...

~~A machine...

~~~~Fighting....

~Everyone...gone...

~~~A huge graveyard...

He came to a stop as he looked towards the door. A sudden sense of urgency filled him as he dashed towards it and ith loud yell rammed into it, his eyes turning red as he desperately yanked it apart and tore through it, damaging himself in the process.

He proceeded to run down the dark hallway with a word and rushed on. His eyes flicking between blue and red as he went.

Caen kept moving, but was almost thrown off by Gear's nonchalant reaction to Strife's appearance. Was he mad?! That man was hell-bent on their destruction, and yet he was chattering to them like a friend? He shook his head, deciding to change his focus back to his true target- the robotic clone of Shrike. 

He gritted his teeth as he barely dodged a volley of plasma, possibly left over from Strife's attacks. Either way, he cursed at himself for losing focus, even for a second. He looked around, trying to think of something, until...

Gear suddenly darted out of the room, destroying the locked door, leaving pieces of green chassis everywhere. "Gear, what are you-" he glanced back at the battle unfolding, before muttering "I'm sorry, Shrike. I know you can handle this..." 

With that, Caen stopped and threw out his arms, and in an instant, a fiery wall was summoned. He used this as sufficient cover to start on his way down the same hallway Gear took off down.

-Now it was man vs machine, or for the better version twisted man vs machine, the other two had charged ahead, smashing there way through a door leaving Strife to vs Steel Shrike in a one on one confrontation. Not content on simply smashing this machine to pieces but wanting to go all the way to Razor himself and tear him limb from limb.

Conventional plasma rounds were going to take far to long to drop this tin can, Strife channels his dark arcane energy into the weapon it self, as a result the plasma rifle becomes super charged with it, escalating its damage far far more then on conventional means. 

Strife then switches to the secondary function of the rifle, charged shots, holding in the power as a bright blue glue began building in the muzzle hole of the weapon, it grew brighter and brigther. 

Strife Broke cover and charged straight into the opened towards the machine, the in coming fire being absorbed by the blockade field surrounding him. He knew he didn't have long till the sustained firepower from Steel Shrike would drop his shield. 

Coming with in 10 meters of Steel Shrike Strife ground to a halt, raised the super charged plasma rifle and discharged the mother of all plasma rounds towards the machine, as the sphere headed for the machine, Strife darted off left charging off and away from Steel Shrike hell bent on heading the same way Caen and Gear did, was he after them ? Or after Razor, no one knows.

One thing is clear tho..Strife is pissed off...severely pissed off.-

(Mike has informed me that he will be skipping due to inability to figure out a proper way to continue.)


Gear ran forwards not uttering a sound or reason as he went, his eyes continuedto flicker between blue and red. 

Soon he reached a large room filled with all kinds of control monitors and devices. Amongst all of it there seemed to be a large device centered in the middle of the room that gave off sense of dread, the large dome Crystal center gave off a low multicolored light as a deep humming could be heard.

This isn't what got his attention though. It was the few robots who's body lay in slashed up pieces about the room, like a climatic battle had taken place and they lost. Their bodies lay void of life and covered in dust.

Gear fell to his knees in front of them, his eyes settling on blue as he sat there, not moving. As he sat there.

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The rabbit would find a large network of maintenance tunnels as she went, all seemingly used for decades, covered in dust with only a few showing small amounts of power running through them. If she were to look around she would see one tunnel marked "Unity Drain"

Caen watched as Gear was taking off, faster than the hedgehog's legs could realistically carry him. He lowered his head, trying to streamline himself to run even faster, practically sprinting as he carried on down the hallway. 

He couldn't help but glance behind him as he heard heavy, fast footsteps behind him. Strife was following him. "Shit, why couldn't that metal version hold him off just a moment longer?" He said, before jumping forwards, using the momentum to carry him forwards, quickly spinning around and summoning flaming arrows, which took off the opposite way, towards Strife. 

Caen landed again, as he got closer to what seemed to be a door to another room. He skidded to a halt as he entered the room, taking in deep breaths quickly as he caught up to Gear. He walked slowly as he looked around, seeing the broken metallic corpses around Gear. It must be grotesque, from his point of view. "Gear... What is this place...?" He asked.

-Strife was hell bent set on something and he would damned if any one or thing would stand in his way of such, with almost unlimited stamina given his form Strife was able to keep steady pace as the heavy thuds only seemed to grow closer and closer. 

Tho it seemed like they knew he was coming, it was still unclear where Strife stood, did he just want to obliterate them all now even Razor or was there more to this.

While he could move fast he was not particularly good at dodging, given the weight of stuff on him, out of the hall way, Caen's fire arrows came for him, several collided with him, absorbed by the Arcane energy field over him, however the speed of impact did knock him down yet only for a moment before rising to his feet. 

Strife couldn't see who it was who launched the attack at him but still pressed on gripping the weapon tightly as he charged ahead.

Strife himself slowed down upon coming towards the next area, a door and behind it, perhaps his target, Strife moved in slowly, each foot step eased to make as least noise as possible, stopping just behind it, seemed like some one or ones were behind it. 

Perhaps here he will find his target, not even bothering to simply open it, the door suddenly came off from its hinges slamming onto the ground as the warped figure entered the same room as them, the arcane energy burning bright from his body, only to find Caen and Gear, Gear seemed to be...on his knees with the destroyed remains of machines. Yet oddly Strife did not raise his weapon or attempt to shoot any of them.

Looking left to right, he realized he was not here, his target, the situation would get tense as Strife just stood there ominously staring at them both.-

( sorry for the wait. weekend was swamped + dealing with some irl issues)
Time would pass as the rabbit moves through the tunnel system and finds her way to the unity drain.

"This feels like a damn movie cliche. This better not send me down into a garbage disposal system where I need to find a way to escape or shut it down before it close on m...."

She would ponder to herself, but stop since this is not the time to think of what could happen. The base is on full alert and any stoppage will make the situation worst for her, so she will follow towards this unity drain.

Gear didn't reply at first, is eyes wandering the room to the machine in the middle mark "Unity drain"

"I... I can't remember... it's... fuzzy and just outta reach. Something important happened here... but why can't I-"

"Because you're a broken shell of soldier."

Gear looked up to see Razor himself standing on top of the machine. A portal closing behind him.

"If you want something done right... you do it yourself," he said as his arm blade separated and he pointed his arm cannon at the group, "You said you didn't know who you were right? Allow me to enlighten you before you die."

There was hiss as the machine opened behind him, a bright multi colored light filling the room. After dissipating, everyone could see the large emerald shaped rainbow gemstone sitting snugly behind the tyrant.

"You are a fabricated soldier... expendable infantry. You rose up against me and betrayed your race, the MechaMetals. And you and your rebellion are the cause of our race disappearing. Only with my power i was able to save our race by collecting their souls into this gem, The Reqium Gem, to one day revive them,"

Razor stepped down and prepared to fight. His purple gem glowing with power.

"Now... to put you down for good and anyone who stands in my way."

Gear was having an internal conflict. Was he the villain? Was he the cause of all this? It was then he began to hear whispers from something, a voice of thousands. Looking up he stared at the gem, it's light holding his gaze and filling his mind as the voice spoke to him.

Gear shook his head. Wiping the tears from his face he stood up and confronted Razor.

"You're lying. I may not remember my past but I know ths: I have to take you down no matter the cost."