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Nothing Quite Like Breaking Stuff (OPEN)

Jack's kind of annoyed right now. Well, more than kind of. Leon took his omnicom! What gives him the right, huh? Jack knows he probably shouldn't have hacked Sam's, but didn't it turn out alright in the end? Heck, everyone should be hailing him as a hero for finding the guy's plans! Not that Jack much likes the idea of being thought of as a hero, but still. Is a little respect that much to ask?

So right now he's falling back on the oldest standby in the book for being frustrated with nothing to do about it: busting stuff up.

Jack has the sensorium set to replicate a particular room in his evil lair. It's mostly bare concrete with some lines painted on the floor, it's the room he usually uses for assembling any really big bots. Instead, he has five smaller ones sitting ready. He's set his helipack off to one side so he doesn't accidentally get it damaged. He holds the Monkey Staff in both hands.

"Monkey Staff!" he shouts, activating it. "Alright fightbots, bring it!"

The robots spring to life and come at Jack. Clearly, they know kung fu. Jack? Jack only sort of knows kung fu. But that's not stopping him, and he has the staff making him much tougher and more agile than normal.

"YAAAAHHH!"

If you look in on the loud crashing and random monkey sounds, he's bouncing all over the room beating the crap out of robots. If you watch one, you'll notice they pick up any broken off limbs, repair themselves, and return to the fray regularly. Jack seems to be just getting started.

Who knew he could actually fight?

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Consider Marcus intrigued by the loud smashing noises-- and a kid who looks more than a bit like a monkey bouncing around the room smashing robots. He had been wandering around the ship, trying to find his bearings, but this looked much more interesting. He leaned against the wall just inside the doorway, watching quietly with crossed arms. No need to get involved just yet...

Jack puts up quite a fight. His use of the Monkey Staff is partially from the strength and know how it gives him itself, but also from having used it before. He has a couple different moves that he repeats and a few patterns he falls into as he stops acting blindly. He is, however, starting to wear himself out. Jack has never had a lot of stamina, he's just not built for it. He starts taking more and more whacks but continues to hold his own.

Then he notices Marcus standing there, watching. "Hey! What're you- OOF!"
It distracts him just long enough for two of the fighting robots to hit him, and then the other three swarm down on Jack in a mess of flailing robot limbs.

"Okay, okay! Uncle! UNCLE!" He yells, it's the command for them to stop. The robots freeze, retract their limbs, and hit the floor. Five neat egg shapes of metal.

Jack lays there on his back, panting, then scowls over at Marcus. "Thanks a lot."

Marcus shrugs from his position against the wall. "What'd you want me to do? It wasn't my fight." he points out, looking at the retractable robots with interest. They didn't look like any Terminators he'd ever seen... which probably meant they weren't Terminators.

Jack continues to scowl. He's not in a great mood right now. "You distracted me," he grumps.

Jack rolls over and climbs to his feet, leaning on the staff a little bit. Ow. Now that he's paying attention, some of those blows hurt.

Neither is Marcus, but he's not snapping at someone bothering to try and talk to him. "... right. Me standing here, not doing anything, distracted you." Marcus says, giving kid-who-got-beat-up-but-not-killed-by-robots an incredulous look.

"... what were those robots, by the way? They don't look like any I've seen." To be fair, Marcus' experience with robots consists of two days in a future ruled by genocidal robots, so he hasn't had a whole lot of variety.

Jack snorts, exhaling through flared nostrils in a distinctly ape-like fashion. "Yeah. You did," he says. "I was working."

He looks at the robots, then kicks the nearest one. This probably isn't the best course of action, because now his foot hurts. He hisses a little bit, then says, "Oh these things? I built them to train with."

Not gonna mention that normally he'd have trouble dealing with one for any length of time. Nooooope. In fact, he'd only ever built one robot like this. The sensoriums are handy like that.

Marcus is just going to let it go now, because clearly the kid was mad at something and it might as well not be him. And-- well, kicking it wasn't going to help, especially if it had been deactivated.

"Well, that explains why they haven't killed anyone. Bad for training." That might be a tiny hint of sarcasm in Marcus' voice, but his face is remarkably straight. His experience with robots has also been a tiny bit traumatic.

"No, these aren't for actually doing anything with. I wouldn't fight one of my own Jackbots, they've got blades and stuff," says Jack. He's calming down a little bit, and deactivates the Monkey Staff. His appearance becomes human again as he does.

Marcus frowned. "... Jackbots?" On the scale of scary robot names, that's significantly below something like, say, 'Terminators' but slightly above 'Marcus Wright'. "And who puts blades on a robot when guns are more effecti-- okay, that's weird." No, people don't usually turn from monkey-people to regular-people in front of Marcus.

"Yeah, but do you know how much it costs for all that ammo? It's better to just have blades drills and things," says Jack.

He's extremely used to Shen Gong Wu now, and the fact that Marcus isn't hasn't occurred to him. "What?" he asks, trying to figure out why this guy broke off the sentence like that.

Skynet wasn't worried so much about monetary (or personnel) loss so much as eradicating the human race, and Marcus had really never thought about it that way before. "Fair point." he said, sticking his hands in the pockets of his coat.

There's not a lot on this ship that Marcus is used to. "Your... transformation. Is that normal?" he asked. That probably wasn't the most tactful way to say it, but baffled Marcus is baffled.

It takes him a second to think about it then, "Oh, right, the Monkey Staff." He holds it up a little. "It's from this. It gives me monkey powers," he explains. Shen Gong Wu are awesome like that, but Jack's already been beaten up over them so many times he's not eager to explain how they work. Just in case someone might try to take it. The Monkey Staff's his favorite anyway, and the only one he has here.

Ron enters the room, and sees Jack's monkey-like form.

"Okay, now that is just SICK AND WRONG dude."

"You got a problem?" Jack retorts, turning to face Ron while slamming a robot with his staff.

"Yeah. You willingly turned yourself into a monkey person. Only crazy people do that."

Jack really has to raise an eyebrow at that. What's wrong with monkey powers? Monkey powers are awesome!

He stops moving for a second in order to reply, "You calling me crazy?! It's just temporary okay, chill-"

And that's when one of the robots takes advantage of his pause and delivers a chop to his ribs. Jack gives a monkey scream and scrambles away from it.

"Alright, UNCLE!" he yells at the robots. They stop, retract their limbs, and all sit dormant on the floor.

"Oh, I've got no problem with monkey powers. I have monkey powers. I have a problem with you looking like a monkey."

"What's wrong with looking like a monkey?" Jack squints at Ron.

"Dude, you have hair in places where there shouldn't be hair!"

Jack leans on the Monkey Staff casually. He likes it, and finds the fact that Ron is clearly repulsed very funny.

"Well maybe you DON'T have hair in places where there should be hair, ever thought of that?" he retorts.

"No, cuz' it's ridiculous!"

Jack responds with the utmost maturity with an absolutely cutting remark.

"Well, YOU'RE ridiculous!"

"Whatever. I'm still not the one who looks like a monkey."

"What is your hangup with monkeys? Seriously!" Jack snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Hey, you try being roomed with your summer camps insane chimp mascot and not have a few hangups about monkeys."

"Dude, I've never been to summer camp." He smirks. Like that's relevant.

"And this is relevant how?"

Mai has to watch this. She hasn't seen anyone fight quite like that since... well, the Avatar was the closest person she could imagine bouncing around quite like that. Or maybe Ty Lee. She watches him for a few more moments, then deadpans, "...what's with the weird sounds?"

Jack jumps at one of the robots and lands feet first on it, knocking it backward and whacking off an arm with the staff. He's already leapt away by the time another robot chops at him, and it instead knocks its recovering fellow over again.

"Do I tell you what noises to make when you fight?" he snaps at Mai without looking at her. Jack's used to being questioned or even insulted while he goes, it's par of the course with Xiaolin Dragons.

Of course Dani is gonna investigate the fighting sounds. She liked fighting, which included watching it. So she moved into the Sensorium, sticking near the door since she didn't want to get hit on accident or interfere without warning. It would annoy her, so she wasn't gonna do it.

She watched as Jack bounced around for a minute and when she saw the bots repairing themselves, she decided to clap so her presence wouldn't come as a surprise at a bad time. "You're really good!"

After all, it's not like he knows real martial arts. The improvising style was the one she knew.

Jack gives two robots a full on slam with the staff that knocks them back, which gives him time to glance over quickly and say, "Yeah, I'm awesome!"

He wasn't expecting a compliment though, Jack's used to being told he fights like a girl. A really sissy girl that doesn't know what she's doing, anyway, because he's gotten his but kicked by a girl plenty of times.

Well, this is a girl. She does kind of fight like one and again, no training for her.

So, if it works, it's good in her book. "Watch out behind you!" Dani called. Well, she didn't want him sucker punched because of her.

Every time she walks into the sensorium, something interesting happens. It's like a voyeuristic look into the interior fantasies of the rest of the crew. Her father, nosy jackass that he is, would love this and use it to find the exact spots in his target's psyche he could gently poke at.

Lafiel doesn't quite have that prankster's instinct but she does find it an interesting diversion. And if noone's there, there's always time for another ground battle simulation, something she doesn't enjoy but knows to be neccessary.

And there's Jack from her team, bouncing around like a rubber ball of destruction and screaming war cries from his pale throat. Lafiel watches for a second, before observing:

"Does that make it feel better?"

"Make WHAT feel better?!" he replies, punctuating the "what" with knocking two robots together with his hands, having shifted the staff to his tail.

"Whatever it is that's pissing you off." She crosses her arms with an amused smirk and leans against the wall which is grey and gritty against her back. She's never seen a monkey so she has no idea what to make of his physical changes. If she knew, she'd probably make some kind of crack about two ends of those "ascent of man" images meeting.

"I am NOT pissed off!" he protests, sweeping a robot's legs out from under it and jumping over it to escape from an attempt to circle him.

He's a very grouchy monkey boy at the moment. He's obviously lying.

Lafiel's dark pupils make the same kind of rolling motion as Jack was just making in the air.

"Yes, of course, you're demolishing those robots and practically frothing at the mouth because you are at peace."

"Exactly!" He responds. "And I'm not frothing!" He's not, but she's right. He's really close to it.

It's a good thing these robots fix themselves, otherwise this would be long over by now.

"Who asked you anyway?!"

"Noone did. I'll go if you want privacy. I was simply here for more range time." She's happy to go, Jacky boy, but from her short time knowing you, she's deduced that something's up.

"Then fine, do it!" Jack doesn't care. He's probably not going to improve too much, either. Not until he gets his omnicom back, or someone shames him for acting like a spoiled kid who's just had his favorite toy taken away.

Because that's totally what happened.

Lafiel would be a great person to do that, considering, but she has no intention of intruding on her teammate's privacy. "As you wish." She pivots on her heel to leave.

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