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trans_92012-04-23 09:18 pm
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Part 3: Myself Despised, Forsaken [closed]
Things were looking rather dire for the captives of the Brainiacs. They were very securely trapped, no one knew where they were, the old Brainiac 5 appeared to be completely gone, incapable of his old morality, and apparently, Brainiac 4 had some sort of plans that involved getting past Stacy's defenses.

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He recovered without any real hitch, mind still rushing. At least that took care of the first few steps of any escape plan, right off the bat.
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Granted, the results are less than stellar, but better than anything they've gotten so far.
"...now then, let's find our gear and see if we can't shut this operation down, shall we?"
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"And get ready quick. Those weren't the only bots down here. There'll be a bunch headed this way now that those are down."
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"And let me guess. The others are past them?"
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At least they were now prepared for any bots. He kept one hand ready for the EM pulse in his belt, while the other retrieved a retractable staff and extended it.
"Units being in the way of our path to the others is irrelevant," he says. "Either we find a way around them or we go through them. We can't waste time, regardless."
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"Robin's right. I say we go get Punchy and Sensor, then we take care of 'mommy dearest'."
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[ALERT ALERT. GUARD UNITS DOWN IN CONTAINMENT AREA. PRISONERS HAVE ESCAPED. INTERCEPT IMMEDIATELY.]
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"Henshin!"
Part of the driver is thrown to the side, and a swirling wind kicks up in the immediate area around the detective while black and purple armor envelops his body. Large red compound eyes flash for a moment after they materialize, and the wind dissipates.
"Let's thank these 'bots for their hospitality," he adds before charging to meet them.
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While he was looking for an opening, another bot came up behind him and wrapped him in its tentacles. In the split second the bot took to electrify its arms, Zuko dropped his swords.
The bot had left his forearms with just enough mobility to start the form that allowed him to channel lightning, and as electricity surged through the bots arms, it flowed through Zuko's open chi path and out the tip of his outstretched finger - straight at the right bot. As it fell to the ground, overloaded, he aimed the remainder of the blast at the second. It too fell to the ground as the electric charge finally ran out.
Unfortuantely for Zuko, though the bot gripping him had lost its charge, it hadn't lost its strength. The mobile metal tentacles began constricting him, and Zuko yelled in pain as it tried to pull his limbs apart.
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He jammed the staff into the 'bot on Zuko-- not further away but upwards, into it, the retractable blade on the end of the staff extending to give it a little more weight and damage. Hopefully enough to throw it off.
His other hand was fast-- retrieving a localized EM Pulse and attaching it to the machine. Hopefully not ranged enough to effect Shoutarou, hopefully enough to force the 'bot to let go.