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this is me writing a book. i am unsure if iyt is good or not in the book department. i am not too sure if it isn't just crap, and i am a bit annoyed at myself. it's quite long, so you might as well copy it into word or something and read it later.
I, Leon lizard, am a Hibrid, a race created by our worst enemy. We were accidentally created when two samples of D.N.A were dropped on the floor of some lab. The lab was closed down and classified derelict. As it goes with all derelict buildings, vandals broke in. the story was supposed to be that the D.N.A reacted to each other in the conditions and created the very first hybrid. It was said that some vandals stumbled upon the unstable hybrid and were killed, apart from one girl, whom the monster was meant raped. Thus the supposedly insane hybrids were created. If only they Knew the truth to begin with, my parents might still be alive to witness our race’s victory.
I am the son of Dwaine ,the turtle, and Lara the wolf. Originally I was only human~gekko. But my third gene came into play under uncommon circumstances. I was about five when I witnessed my first graviton attack (a human war machine) my parents were shot to death. I was left for dead under a wall. As a child, I was a scraggly gekko hybrid unable to lift anything relatively heavy, but I was so intensely angry my gekko gene must have evolved somehow into, da dada da: KOMODO DRAGON gene! With a loud grunt I punched a hole straight through the wall and ripped it apart. Now I have komodo strength, gecko stealth, and humanoid form. Lately we hybrids have been experiencing extra evolutions, were our genes evolve. In my case, I kept the original genes as well as keeping the new ones.
“watcha looking at partner” asked Rodger. Rodger was a armadillo human hybrid, but he had a disease. The “homo superhero-ean” disease. This meant his muscles were twice as fast to grow than normal peoples. He had long ago surpassed Leon. His other ability was his almost diamond hard shell, with which he could curl into an almost impenetrable, very heavy, ball “I’m try’in out ma’ annoying cow folk voice. Ya’ like it?
“Rodger, you do know I’m not paying you any attention, do you?” he and Rodger were sitting in the local park. They were sitting on a bench, watching the other hybrids activates and, at random points, philosophising.
“Ah ha!” Rodger exclaimed.” you have to pay attention to me to reply though!, um… Hey, I sense dejection.”
“ hey, maybe you have a special annoying twerp sense, like than spider guy.”
“Ah, I see what it is, you’re thinking about jenny, aren’t you. See maybe I do have a special sense, only not a kilroying tweed sense.” Rodger struggled badly a the reuse of the long sentence.
“Well pal, if I was you I’d forget it, her mom probably says things to her like’ I’d stay away from the reptiles, nothing personal or anything though”
“ hey man, I know she comes from a privileged background and …. stuff, but that doesn’t mean her parents say stuff like that, or that she would listen to them.” Leon answered back defiantly. Leon had admired jenny since she won that technology fair. He and Rodger entered with their redesigned graviton, The SPHINXONATORR. They liked the name. But her energy generator obviously deserved to win, specially since their project blew up in their faces when they tried to turn it on.
“ No no no man, reptile gene overruns amphibian gene man, that’s all.” Rodger defended himself.
Everything was quiet at the military development lab. Then, a shadow moved.” wha…” a soft slumping noise followed.
Back at leons and Rodgers garage, they continued with production of the Sphinxonatorratorr “Spanner. Wrench. Screwdriver. Pointy thing. Other pointy thing”
Rodger, best in his technology class, was a whiz at engineering, however dire his short term memory was. “soon the Sphinxonatorratorr will be up and running and the prize shall be ours. Mwahahaha!”
“Rodger, you and I both know that if I dropped you on top of it, it would shatter beyond repair.”
“ yea, well, um, the…,it…, but, ah nuts.”
“RAID!, RAID!” cornel frogger ran past yelling. This a sort of confusing emotional situation for Rodger and Leon. As much as they enjoyed the trill and adrenalin rush of the fighting, many very good and beloved friends had died because of it. However he( AKA lizardman) and Rodger (army dillo) had assembled a team of friends as the unofficial, and possibly illegal, rogue squadron!
File: black cat.
Real name: Rachel Sanders
Physique: Enlarged canines, retractable claws, pointed ears( with enhanced hearing), leg strength( enough to jump 1.5m high from crouching position), and whiskers.
Costume/weapon: metal claw gauntlets.
File: Snake bite
Real name: Ben Jericho
Physique: a very flexible spine and general bone structure, non poisonous snake fangs, a thermal-sensing tongue, and night vision
Costume/weapon: a flexible metal plate/shield over his back to stop his spine from getting broken because it is so weak
He also uses a vary of weapons because he has no real natural ones.( that could be used on a graviton.)
File: Armorgekken
Real name: Jak Jericho
Physique: the ability to crawl on walls, a tail that can hold its own weight, a sticky tongue which he can use as a third arm, three fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, and thin sharp teeth. {he is still in his teens so his features are still developing}
File: Waspit
Real name: Jade ridgeford
Physique: fully functional gossamer wings, retractable ’stings’ on each knuckle, black and yellow stripes on her body and hair, the ability to spit a stinging ’goop’, and sticky pads on hands and feet so she can climb walls.
Costume/weapon: some light weight armour on her wings to protect them from shrapnel and stuff.
“look, if you like her so KRUNCH, much, why don’t you just talk to KRUNCH, her?”
“ that’s easy to SHWISH, say, but have you SWISH, told jenny?
“KRUNCH, good point.”
Leon withdrew his fist, ready for the next punch. Although he to had claws, they were more for stabbing, and every one knew what happened to anything that tried to stab tritanium.
“Help!” cried a voice.
“ Rachel!” Rodger cried. He somehow turned around without moving. Then he started to charge. Whenever Rodger charged, you moved. Because, unless you had a large u-bend pipe, you would end up on the end of a very good impression of a sonic the hedgehog. He literally tore through two robots, and knocked another down.
“Rachel!” after what seemed like an age, he finally reached her. “I’ll take her to the hospital, you get the REST!” Rodger ordered as he gave a graviton a good kick in the chest.
“okay, we’ve gotta cover for cat and army” Leon explained. ”HAUL!”
“Is, um she gonna be okay?” Leon asked.
“ well, she’s still in critical.” Rodger answered. “what did
We ever do to them?” Rodger complained. Tears welled in his eyes. He had lost some one very close to him before at the hands of the humans. His brother, joseph the possum.
“c’mon, were gonna be late for the club. That could help you vent your anger.”“ yeah. Yeah your right. Just let me say goodbye to cat.” Rodger agreed. The club was an old abandoned restaurant which some of the kids had turned into a nightclub/dojo for meetings and controlled fights. There were no adults there, and the kids wanted to keep it this way. They were proud of the fact that they had managed to do all this by themselves. The clubs owner, self nicknamed ‘Fat Tony’ had taken the location even further. With the small amount of money he had been left by his parents he had installed a bar and hired staff. Now it was a thriving business. ”I’ll have a, harpoon sunrise with extra lime.” Rodger requested. He gulped it down and shuddered.
“okay, any more audience members wish to go head to head with the ‘TERMINATORR’?” asked a frail rat hybrid. The terminator was a rabbit hybrid, who was at medium level of pretty much all forms of fighting. he had a black eye, and a small chunk of his ear missing.
“ I’ll take you on, bunny man.” Rodger challenged. Leon however, didn’t think that was such a good idea.
“ Rodger, I think you’ve had too much too drink. Okay, okay put that down, you can fight him. Good luck bunny man.” the terminator growled at this remark. “You’ll need it while he’s that drunk.” Leon whispered under his breath.
“ fight!” screeched the rat. “and a quick jab from terminator, oh, and an elegant dodge from a clumsy punch, ooh, a bee-utiful low southern leg sweep from terminator!” the rat-man practically screamed. His knowledge of the names of fighting moves was almost better than the terminator knowledge of how to perform them. The brawling continued for some minutes, and quickly became the centre of attention.
“this ends NOW!” the terminator proclaimed. a driven elbow made contact with Rodgers hard shell, and a crack rang out. Rodger looked up in shock. Had he really broken his shell? If so, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a cast. In a desperate attempt for revenge, he staged a come back with a knock-out hookaroonie on the chin. Surprised by the sudden attack, the terminator fell back, revealing his broken elbow.
Rodger woke in his own bed in his and Leon’s shack. “ugh” he mumbled. “where am I?” He groaned deeply when he remembered.
last night, the winning of the fight had led to the consumption of more and thus far to much alcohol and boasting. “what’s for breakfast Leon?” Rodger asked.
“ omletta du pharoge ala egg.” Leon answered from the kitchen in a cheesy French accent.
“ pancakes then?” Rodger replied jokingly. Leon looked down in mock shame
“ yes. But with syrup!”
Later in the hospital, cats condition was rapidly worsening.
“I’ve got to do something, I’ve got to save her.” Rodger babbled to himself.
“ here you go Rodger, you’re gourmet cuppa soup” offered Leon. “Rodger? Rodger? Where are you?” a doctor walked past. “have you seen Rodger?” Leon asked him.
the doctor stared.
“Armadillo hybrid, about so tall, slouches, slurrs… have you seen him?” leon asked again.
“Oh him!” the doctor exclaimed. Last I saw he was scuttling out the door, murmuring something about robots”
“where’s he gone?” Leon thought to himself.
Leon arrived at he garage two and a half hours later. He had checked the park, the club, and their apartment.
“Rodger? Rodger are you there? If you are, and you don’t answer, then I’m gonna-”
“Leon.” Rodger replied. “I have finished it.” he said simply.
“ finished what?” Leon asked in an agitated tone. “you cant just run away from all the problems.”
“shut up Leon.” Rodger ordered as he scooted out from underneath the Sphinxonatorratorr. Leon noticed something about the Sphinxonatorratorr. It was slimmer. Much slimmer. “I’ve done it. I’ve built the robot that could save cats life.”
“How, with what? We used all are current materials on the Sphinxon…is that what I think it is?” Leon asked, working out what had happened.
“yep, the remodelled Sphinxonatorratorr, catbot 1. I started on it when the doctor told me Rachel had lost the use of her legs, and had damaged her lungs. He told me she wouldn’t make it through the night, but would die a painless death. So I thought, I’m good at mechanics, I could build her mechanical lung support. But then I thought, cat would probably prefer to die than be stuck in bed forever on a drip with lung and heart support pipes all over her. So I thought, mechanical lungs, why not a mechanical body? So I ran back here and kept at it till success was mine. Now, to the hospital, to save cats life!” Rodger explained.
“you son of a b*tch Rodger, you son of a b***h.” Leon chuckled.
“Will you stop swearing at me and help me load this thing into the van!”
“so that’s how you feel about me?” Rachel asked Rodger. The transplant had been successful, and cat was in an almost perfect semi-organic robot replica. Rodger had used all his expertise on creating the suit.. Leon watched them from a distance. “Only my confession left now. Now, how to say it to jenny, to put it into words, to sculpt it like a master piece… I scare myself sometimes.”
“Well Rodger” cat said. “ I don’t really know how to say this.”
Rodger looked at his feet. What a fool he’d been… ” but I’m pretty sure it would work!” she finished cheerfully.
“what! You mean it? Really!” Rodger asked inanely.
“Sure!” cat replied. “ after all, you built this-” she stretched her arm out and gave it a little twirl. Suddenly a mean looking set of tritanium claws sprouted out of her fingers. “thanks for saving me Rodger. I really am grateful.”
“thanks for the compliment.”
“err, Rodger, is Leon talking to himself?” cat asked.
“HEAVE” Leon grunted as he pulled on the chain. The car engine, which he had only half prized out of the crushed car prior to the lifting, finally came free.
“S**T! Leon, get in here!” yelled Rodger, “look at the god damn news!”
It was 18 months after Rachel’s successful body transplant. The rouge squadron team had moved into a scrap yard. almost everything they now owned was scavenged from the scrap. The furniture, the electronics, even the house was scrap. The Hybrid race was driven further underground. Signs of human rebels: people who have met or been rescued by hybrids, and see them for what they truly are, are showing. The fate of the hybrid race still does not look too good. People are dying in the streets or pure starvation. The lucky ones live a life comparable to a servant in the medieval ages.
Rodger pointed to an ancient Sony TV they found in the scrap yard. It had taken a week of Rodger carefully fiddling with it then ten minutes of him hitting it with a tin of spam for it to work.
“we repeat: we have confirmed reports that the humans are staging a ‘final sweep’ of the hybrids. This is an emergency warning, the Hybrid army are requesting for a large boost in the armed forces to counter the human invasion. All forms of recruits are needed, technicians, infant airy, arms, medics, and pilots. All those willing please recruit at your nearest outpost. The outposts are:” stuttered the female pigeon hybrid.
“S**T!” Leon cried, completely drowning out the newsreader.
“what is it?” Ben asked, rushing into the room with Jak trailing on his heels. Rodger pointed to the TV.
“S**T!”
“well, I think we ought to recruit.” said Ben. “It makes sense”
“I say no to recruitment, but yes to fighting” commented Jade.
“ you mean, like the rouge squadron?” Jak asked.
“yes. Exactly like that.” she answered.
“we should recruit” Jak quipped “ if we recruit, our talents will be fuelled: proper equipment for Rodger, fuel cells for Rachel exetera.”
“then its agreed, we recruit?” asked Leon. “yes. First thing tomorrow, we go to…there!” he said, pointing credulously towards the TV screen. “now I’m off to choose my outfit!” he said, with a slight girlish squeal.
“ I am your evaluations officer, captain Hawkeye Lombardi. Over the next three days your skills will be evaluated to determine which rank you will be given.” proclaimed the brightly crested canary hybrid. “first test: combat field. close range combat. First up: Jade Rigeford. Jade stood up. The close combat test consisted of a long rocky terrain, which you had to successfully conquer and reach the end of. Jade fired up her wings, and readied her ‘Stings’, and was off. Click! A robotic dummy flicked up and raised his fists. Without slowing down, she spat out her trademark ‘Goop’, right in the robots face. The head completely melted, and half an arm was also burnt away. She zoomed towards the deformed dummy, and landed a kick square in its chest. The robot doubled up and folded back down. She continued along the course pretty much in the same way, destroying about 5 robots before coming to a stop at the end. She landed and squealed with joy.
this also probably isn't the right place to post it in, but to hell with 'supposed'
I, Leon lizard, am a Hibrid, a race created by our worst enemy. We were accidentally created when two samples of D.N.A were dropped on the floor of some lab. The lab was closed down and classified derelict. As it goes with all derelict buildings, vandals broke in. the story was supposed to be that the D.N.A reacted to each other in the conditions and created the very first hybrid. It was said that some vandals stumbled upon the unstable hybrid and were killed, apart from one girl, whom the monster was meant raped. Thus the supposedly insane hybrids were created. If only they Knew the truth to begin with, my parents might still be alive to witness our race’s victory.
I am the son of Dwaine ,the turtle, and Lara the wolf. Originally I was only human~gekko. But my third gene came into play under uncommon circumstances. I was about five when I witnessed my first graviton attack (a human war machine) my parents were shot to death. I was left for dead under a wall. As a child, I was a scraggly gekko hybrid unable to lift anything relatively heavy, but I was so intensely angry my gekko gene must have evolved somehow into, da dada da: KOMODO DRAGON gene! With a loud grunt I punched a hole straight through the wall and ripped it apart. Now I have komodo strength, gecko stealth, and humanoid form. Lately we hybrids have been experiencing extra evolutions, were our genes evolve. In my case, I kept the original genes as well as keeping the new ones.
“watcha looking at partner” asked Rodger. Rodger was a armadillo human hybrid, but he had a disease. The “homo superhero-ean” disease. This meant his muscles were twice as fast to grow than normal peoples. He had long ago surpassed Leon. His other ability was his almost diamond hard shell, with which he could curl into an almost impenetrable, very heavy, ball “I’m try’in out ma’ annoying cow folk voice. Ya’ like it?
“Rodger, you do know I’m not paying you any attention, do you?” he and Rodger were sitting in the local park. They were sitting on a bench, watching the other hybrids activates and, at random points, philosophising.
“Ah ha!” Rodger exclaimed.” you have to pay attention to me to reply though!, um… Hey, I sense dejection.”
“ hey, maybe you have a special annoying twerp sense, like than spider guy.”
“Ah, I see what it is, you’re thinking about jenny, aren’t you. See maybe I do have a special sense, only not a kilroying tweed sense.” Rodger struggled badly a the reuse of the long sentence.
“Well pal, if I was you I’d forget it, her mom probably says things to her like’ I’d stay away from the reptiles, nothing personal or anything though”
“ hey man, I know she comes from a privileged background and …. stuff, but that doesn’t mean her parents say stuff like that, or that she would listen to them.” Leon answered back defiantly. Leon had admired jenny since she won that technology fair. He and Rodger entered with their redesigned graviton, The SPHINXONATORR. They liked the name. But her energy generator obviously deserved to win, specially since their project blew up in their faces when they tried to turn it on.
“ No no no man, reptile gene overruns amphibian gene man, that’s all.” Rodger defended himself.
Everything was quiet at the military development lab. Then, a shadow moved.” wha…” a soft slumping noise followed.
Back at leons and Rodgers garage, they continued with production of the Sphinxonatorratorr “Spanner. Wrench. Screwdriver. Pointy thing. Other pointy thing”
Rodger, best in his technology class, was a whiz at engineering, however dire his short term memory was. “soon the Sphinxonatorratorr will be up and running and the prize shall be ours. Mwahahaha!”
“Rodger, you and I both know that if I dropped you on top of it, it would shatter beyond repair.”
“ yea, well, um, the…,it…, but, ah nuts.”
“RAID!, RAID!” cornel frogger ran past yelling. This a sort of confusing emotional situation for Rodger and Leon. As much as they enjoyed the trill and adrenalin rush of the fighting, many very good and beloved friends had died because of it. However he( AKA lizardman) and Rodger (army dillo) had assembled a team of friends as the unofficial, and possibly illegal, rogue squadron!
File: black cat.
Real name: Rachel Sanders
Physique: Enlarged canines, retractable claws, pointed ears( with enhanced hearing), leg strength( enough to jump 1.5m high from crouching position), and whiskers.
Costume/weapon: metal claw gauntlets.
File: Snake bite
Real name: Ben Jericho
Physique: a very flexible spine and general bone structure, non poisonous snake fangs, a thermal-sensing tongue, and night vision
Costume/weapon: a flexible metal plate/shield over his back to stop his spine from getting broken because it is so weak
He also uses a vary of weapons because he has no real natural ones.( that could be used on a graviton.)
File: Armorgekken
Real name: Jak Jericho
Physique: the ability to crawl on walls, a tail that can hold its own weight, a sticky tongue which he can use as a third arm, three fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, and thin sharp teeth. {he is still in his teens so his features are still developing}
File: Waspit
Real name: Jade ridgeford
Physique: fully functional gossamer wings, retractable ’stings’ on each knuckle, black and yellow stripes on her body and hair, the ability to spit a stinging ’goop’, and sticky pads on hands and feet so she can climb walls.
Costume/weapon: some light weight armour on her wings to protect them from shrapnel and stuff.
“look, if you like her so KRUNCH, much, why don’t you just talk to KRUNCH, her?”
“ that’s easy to SHWISH, say, but have you SWISH, told jenny?
“KRUNCH, good point.”
Leon withdrew his fist, ready for the next punch. Although he to had claws, they were more for stabbing, and every one knew what happened to anything that tried to stab tritanium.
“Help!” cried a voice.
“ Rachel!” Rodger cried. He somehow turned around without moving. Then he started to charge. Whenever Rodger charged, you moved. Because, unless you had a large u-bend pipe, you would end up on the end of a very good impression of a sonic the hedgehog. He literally tore through two robots, and knocked another down.
“Rachel!” after what seemed like an age, he finally reached her. “I’ll take her to the hospital, you get the REST!” Rodger ordered as he gave a graviton a good kick in the chest.
“okay, we’ve gotta cover for cat and army” Leon explained. ”HAUL!”
“Is, um she gonna be okay?” Leon asked.
“ well, she’s still in critical.” Rodger answered. “what did
We ever do to them?” Rodger complained. Tears welled in his eyes. He had lost some one very close to him before at the hands of the humans. His brother, joseph the possum.
“c’mon, were gonna be late for the club. That could help you vent your anger.”“ yeah. Yeah your right. Just let me say goodbye to cat.” Rodger agreed. The club was an old abandoned restaurant which some of the kids had turned into a nightclub/dojo for meetings and controlled fights. There were no adults there, and the kids wanted to keep it this way. They were proud of the fact that they had managed to do all this by themselves. The clubs owner, self nicknamed ‘Fat Tony’ had taken the location even further. With the small amount of money he had been left by his parents he had installed a bar and hired staff. Now it was a thriving business. ”I’ll have a, harpoon sunrise with extra lime.” Rodger requested. He gulped it down and shuddered.
“okay, any more audience members wish to go head to head with the ‘TERMINATORR’?” asked a frail rat hybrid. The terminator was a rabbit hybrid, who was at medium level of pretty much all forms of fighting. he had a black eye, and a small chunk of his ear missing.
“ I’ll take you on, bunny man.” Rodger challenged. Leon however, didn’t think that was such a good idea.
“ Rodger, I think you’ve had too much too drink. Okay, okay put that down, you can fight him. Good luck bunny man.” the terminator growled at this remark. “You’ll need it while he’s that drunk.” Leon whispered under his breath.
“ fight!” screeched the rat. “and a quick jab from terminator, oh, and an elegant dodge from a clumsy punch, ooh, a bee-utiful low southern leg sweep from terminator!” the rat-man practically screamed. His knowledge of the names of fighting moves was almost better than the terminator knowledge of how to perform them. The brawling continued for some minutes, and quickly became the centre of attention.
“this ends NOW!” the terminator proclaimed. a driven elbow made contact with Rodgers hard shell, and a crack rang out. Rodger looked up in shock. Had he really broken his shell? If so, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a cast. In a desperate attempt for revenge, he staged a come back with a knock-out hookaroonie on the chin. Surprised by the sudden attack, the terminator fell back, revealing his broken elbow.
Rodger woke in his own bed in his and Leon’s shack. “ugh” he mumbled. “where am I?” He groaned deeply when he remembered.
last night, the winning of the fight had led to the consumption of more and thus far to much alcohol and boasting. “what’s for breakfast Leon?” Rodger asked.
“ omletta du pharoge ala egg.” Leon answered from the kitchen in a cheesy French accent.
“ pancakes then?” Rodger replied jokingly. Leon looked down in mock shame
“ yes. But with syrup!”
Later in the hospital, cats condition was rapidly worsening.
“I’ve got to do something, I’ve got to save her.” Rodger babbled to himself.
“ here you go Rodger, you’re gourmet cuppa soup” offered Leon. “Rodger? Rodger? Where are you?” a doctor walked past. “have you seen Rodger?” Leon asked him.
the doctor stared.
“Armadillo hybrid, about so tall, slouches, slurrs… have you seen him?” leon asked again.
“Oh him!” the doctor exclaimed. Last I saw he was scuttling out the door, murmuring something about robots”
“where’s he gone?” Leon thought to himself.
Leon arrived at he garage two and a half hours later. He had checked the park, the club, and their apartment.
“Rodger? Rodger are you there? If you are, and you don’t answer, then I’m gonna-”
“Leon.” Rodger replied. “I have finished it.” he said simply.
“ finished what?” Leon asked in an agitated tone. “you cant just run away from all the problems.”
“shut up Leon.” Rodger ordered as he scooted out from underneath the Sphinxonatorratorr. Leon noticed something about the Sphinxonatorratorr. It was slimmer. Much slimmer. “I’ve done it. I’ve built the robot that could save cats life.”
“How, with what? We used all are current materials on the Sphinxon…is that what I think it is?” Leon asked, working out what had happened.
“yep, the remodelled Sphinxonatorratorr, catbot 1. I started on it when the doctor told me Rachel had lost the use of her legs, and had damaged her lungs. He told me she wouldn’t make it through the night, but would die a painless death. So I thought, I’m good at mechanics, I could build her mechanical lung support. But then I thought, cat would probably prefer to die than be stuck in bed forever on a drip with lung and heart support pipes all over her. So I thought, mechanical lungs, why not a mechanical body? So I ran back here and kept at it till success was mine. Now, to the hospital, to save cats life!” Rodger explained.
“you son of a b*tch Rodger, you son of a b***h.” Leon chuckled.
“Will you stop swearing at me and help me load this thing into the van!”
“so that’s how you feel about me?” Rachel asked Rodger. The transplant had been successful, and cat was in an almost perfect semi-organic robot replica. Rodger had used all his expertise on creating the suit.. Leon watched them from a distance. “Only my confession left now. Now, how to say it to jenny, to put it into words, to sculpt it like a master piece… I scare myself sometimes.”
“Well Rodger” cat said. “ I don’t really know how to say this.”
Rodger looked at his feet. What a fool he’d been… ” but I’m pretty sure it would work!” she finished cheerfully.
“what! You mean it? Really!” Rodger asked inanely.
“Sure!” cat replied. “ after all, you built this-” she stretched her arm out and gave it a little twirl. Suddenly a mean looking set of tritanium claws sprouted out of her fingers. “thanks for saving me Rodger. I really am grateful.”
“thanks for the compliment.”
“err, Rodger, is Leon talking to himself?” cat asked.
“HEAVE” Leon grunted as he pulled on the chain. The car engine, which he had only half prized out of the crushed car prior to the lifting, finally came free.
“S**T! Leon, get in here!” yelled Rodger, “look at the god damn news!”
It was 18 months after Rachel’s successful body transplant. The rouge squadron team had moved into a scrap yard. almost everything they now owned was scavenged from the scrap. The furniture, the electronics, even the house was scrap. The Hybrid race was driven further underground. Signs of human rebels: people who have met or been rescued by hybrids, and see them for what they truly are, are showing. The fate of the hybrid race still does not look too good. People are dying in the streets or pure starvation. The lucky ones live a life comparable to a servant in the medieval ages.
Rodger pointed to an ancient Sony TV they found in the scrap yard. It had taken a week of Rodger carefully fiddling with it then ten minutes of him hitting it with a tin of spam for it to work.
“we repeat: we have confirmed reports that the humans are staging a ‘final sweep’ of the hybrids. This is an emergency warning, the Hybrid army are requesting for a large boost in the armed forces to counter the human invasion. All forms of recruits are needed, technicians, infant airy, arms, medics, and pilots. All those willing please recruit at your nearest outpost. The outposts are:” stuttered the female pigeon hybrid.
“S**T!” Leon cried, completely drowning out the newsreader.
“what is it?” Ben asked, rushing into the room with Jak trailing on his heels. Rodger pointed to the TV.
“S**T!”
“well, I think we ought to recruit.” said Ben. “It makes sense”
“I say no to recruitment, but yes to fighting” commented Jade.
“ you mean, like the rouge squadron?” Jak asked.
“yes. Exactly like that.” she answered.
“we should recruit” Jak quipped “ if we recruit, our talents will be fuelled: proper equipment for Rodger, fuel cells for Rachel exetera.”
“then its agreed, we recruit?” asked Leon. “yes. First thing tomorrow, we go to…there!” he said, pointing credulously towards the TV screen. “now I’m off to choose my outfit!” he said, with a slight girlish squeal.
“ I am your evaluations officer, captain Hawkeye Lombardi. Over the next three days your skills will be evaluated to determine which rank you will be given.” proclaimed the brightly crested canary hybrid. “first test: combat field. close range combat. First up: Jade Rigeford. Jade stood up. The close combat test consisted of a long rocky terrain, which you had to successfully conquer and reach the end of. Jade fired up her wings, and readied her ‘Stings’, and was off. Click! A robotic dummy flicked up and raised his fists. Without slowing down, she spat out her trademark ‘Goop’, right in the robots face. The head completely melted, and half an arm was also burnt away. She zoomed towards the deformed dummy, and landed a kick square in its chest. The robot doubled up and folded back down. She continued along the course pretty much in the same way, destroying about 5 robots before coming to a stop at the end. She landed and squealed with joy.
this also probably isn't the right place to post it in, but to hell with 'supposed'
I didnt read this post, but by adding this comment it will go to the top of the list and hopefully someone else will. lol
this is me writing a book. i am unsure if iyt is good or not in the book department. i am not too sure if it isn't just crap, and i am a bit annoyed at myself. it's quite long, so you might as well copy it into word or something and read it later.
I, Leon lizard, am a Hibrid, a race created by our worst enemy. We were accidentally created when two samples of D.N.A were dropped on the floor of some lab. The lab was closed down and classified derelict. As it goes with all derelict buildings, vandals broke in. the story was supposed to be that the D.N.A reacted to each other in the conditions and created the very first hybrid. It was said that some vandals stumbled upon the unstable hybrid and were killed, apart from one girl, whom the monster was meant raped. Thus the supposedly insane hybrids were created. If only they Knew the truth to begin with, my parents might still be alive to witness our race’s victory.
I am the son of Dwaine ,the turtle, and Lara the wolf. Originally I was only human~gekko. But my third gene came into play under uncommon circumstances. I was about five when I witnessed my first graviton attack (a human war machine) my parents were shot to death. I was left for dead under a wall. As a child, I was a scraggly gekko hybrid unable to lift anything relatively heavy, but I was so intensely angry my gekko gene must have evolved somehow into, da dada da: KOMODO DRAGON gene! With a loud grunt I punched a hole straight through the wall and ripped it apart. Now I have komodo strength, gecko stealth, and humanoid form. Lately we hybrids have been experiencing extra evolutions, were our genes evolve. In my case, I kept the original genes as well as keeping the new ones.
“watcha looking at partner” asked Rodger. Rodger was a armadillo human hybrid, but he had a disease. The “homo superhero-ean” disease. This meant his muscles were twice as fast to grow than normal peoples. He had long ago surpassed Leon. His other ability was his almost diamond hard shell, with which he could curl into an almost impenetrable, very heavy, ball “I’m try’in out ma’ annoying cow folk voice. Ya’ like it?
“Rodger, you do know I’m not paying you any attention, do you?” he and Rodger were sitting in the local park. They were sitting on a bench, watching the other hybrids activates and, at random points, philosophising.
“Ah ha!” Rodger exclaimed.” you have to pay attention to me to reply though!, um… Hey, I sense dejection.”
“ hey, maybe you have a special annoying twerp sense, like than spider guy.”
“Ah, I see what it is, you’re thinking about jenny, aren’t you. See maybe I do have a special sense, only not a kilroying tweed sense.” Rodger struggled badly a the reuse of the long sentence.
“Well pal, if I was you I’d forget it, her mom probably says things to her like’ I’d stay away from the reptiles, nothing personal or anything though”
“ hey man, I know she comes from a privileged background and …. stuff, but that doesn’t mean her parents say stuff like that, or that she would listen to them.” Leon answered back defiantly. Leon had admired jenny since she won that technology fair. He and Rodger entered with their redesigned graviton, The SPHINXONATORR. They liked the name. But her energy generator obviously deserved to win, specially since their project blew up in their faces when they tried to turn it on.
“ No no no man, reptile gene overruns amphibian gene man, that’s all.” Rodger defended himself.
Everything was quiet at the military development lab. Then, a shadow moved.” wha…” a soft slumping noise followed.
Back at leons and Rodgers garage, they continued with production of the Sphinxonatorratorr “Spanner. Wrench. Screwdriver. Pointy thing. Other pointy thing”
Rodger, best in his technology class, was a whiz at engineering, however dire his short term memory was. “soon the Sphinxonatorratorr will be up and running and the prize shall be ours. Mwahahaha!”
“Rodger, you and I both know that if I dropped you on top of it, it would shatter beyond repair.”
“ yea, well, um, the…,it…, but, ah nuts.”
“RAID!, RAID!” cornel frogger ran past yelling. This a sort of confusing emotional situation for Rodger and Leon. As much as they enjoyed the trill and adrenalin rush of the fighting, many very good and beloved friends had died because of it. However he( AKA lizardman) and Rodger (army dillo) had assembled a team of friends as the unofficial, and possibly illegal, rogue squadron!
File: black cat.
Real name: Rachel Sanders
Physique: Enlarged canines, retractable claws, pointed ears( with enhanced hearing), leg strength( enough to jump 1.5m high from crouching position), and whiskers.
Costume/weapon: metal claw gauntlets.
File: Snake bite
Real name: Ben Jericho
Physique: a very flexible spine and general bone structure, non poisonous snake fangs, a thermal-sensing tongue, and night vision
Costume/weapon: a flexible metal plate/shield over his back to stop his spine from getting broken because it is so weak
He also uses a vary of weapons because he has no real natural ones.( that could be used on a graviton.)
File: Armorgekken
Real name: Jak Jericho
Physique: the ability to crawl on walls, a tail that can hold its own weight, a sticky tongue which he can use as a third arm, three fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, and thin sharp teeth. {he is still in his teens so his features are still developing}
File: Waspit
Real name: Jade ridgeford
Physique: fully functional gossamer wings, retractable ’stings’ on each knuckle, black and yellow stripes on her body and hair, the ability to spit a stinging ’goop’, and sticky pads on hands and feet so she can climb walls.
Costume/weapon: some light weight armour on her wings to protect them from shrapnel and stuff.
“look, if you like her so KRUNCH, much, why don’t you just talk to KRUNCH, her?”
“ that’s easy to SHWISH, say, but have you SWISH, told jenny?
“KRUNCH, good point.”
Leon withdrew his fist, ready for the next punch. Although he to had claws, they were more for stabbing, and every one knew what happened to anything that tried to stab tritanium.
“Help!” cried a voice.
“ Rachel!” Rodger cried. He somehow turned around without moving. Then he started to charge. Whenever Rodger charged, you moved. Because, unless you had a large u-bend pipe, you would end up on the end of a very good impression of a sonic the hedgehog. He literally tore through two robots, and knocked another down.
“Rachel!” after what seemed like an age, he finally reached her. “I’ll take her to the hospital, you get the REST!” Rodger ordered as he gave a graviton a good kick in the chest.
“okay, we’ve gotta cover for cat and army” Leon explained. ”HAUL!”
“Is, um she gonna be okay?” Leon asked.
“ well, she’s still in critical.” Rodger answered. “what did
We ever do to them?” Rodger complained. Tears welled in his eyes. He had lost some one very close to him before at the hands of the humans. His brother, joseph the possum.
“c’mon, were gonna be late for the club. That could help you vent your anger.”“ yeah. Yeah your right. Just let me say goodbye to cat.” Rodger agreed. The club was an old abandoned restaurant which some of the kids had turned into a nightclub/dojo for meetings and controlled fights. There were no adults there, and the kids wanted to keep it this way. They were proud of the fact that they had managed to do all this by themselves. The clubs owner, self nicknamed ‘Fat Tony’ had taken the location even further. With the small amount of money he had been left by his parents he had installed a bar and hired staff. Now it was a thriving business. ”I’ll have a, harpoon sunrise with extra lime.” Rodger requested. He gulped it down and shuddered.
“okay, any more audience members wish to go head to head with the ‘TERMINATORR’?” asked a frail rat hybrid. The terminator was a rabbit hybrid, who was at medium level of pretty much all forms of fighting. he had a black eye, and a small chunk of his ear missing.
“ I’ll take you on, bunny man.” Rodger challenged. Leon however, didn’t think that was such a good idea.
“ Rodger, I think you’ve had too much too drink. Okay, okay put that down, you can fight him. Good luck bunny man.” the terminator growled at this remark. “You’ll need it while he’s that drunk.” Leon whispered under his breath.
“ fight!” screeched the rat. “and a quick jab from terminator, oh, and an elegant dodge from a clumsy punch, ooh, a bee-utiful low southern leg sweep from terminator!” the rat-man practically screamed. His knowledge of the names of fighting moves was almost better than the terminator knowledge of how to perform them. The brawling continued for some minutes, and quickly became the centre of attention.
“this ends NOW!” the terminator proclaimed. a driven elbow made contact with Rodgers hard shell, and a crack rang out. Rodger looked up in shock. Had he really broken his shell? If so, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a cast. In a desperate attempt for revenge, he staged a come back with a knock-out hookaroonie on the chin. Surprised by the sudden attack, the terminator fell back, revealing his broken elbow.
Rodger woke in his own bed in his and Leon’s shack. “ugh” he mumbled. “where am I?” He groaned deeply when he remembered.
last night, the winning of the fight had led to the consumption of more and thus far to much alcohol and boasting. “what’s for breakfast Leon?” Rodger asked.
“ omletta du pharoge ala egg.” Leon answered from the kitchen in a cheesy French accent.
“ pancakes then?” Rodger replied jokingly. Leon looked down in mock shame
“ yes. But with syrup!”
Later in the hospital, cats condition was rapidly worsening.
“I’ve got to do something, I’ve got to save her.” Rodger babbled to himself.
“ here you go Rodger, you’re gourmet cuppa soup” offered Leon. “Rodger? Rodger? Where are you?” a doctor walked past. “have you seen Rodger?” Leon asked him.
the doctor stared.
“Armadillo hybrid, about so tall, slouches, slurrs… have you seen him?” leon asked again.
“Oh him!” the doctor exclaimed. Last I saw he was scuttling out the door, murmuring something about robots”
“where’s he gone?” Leon thought to himself.
Leon arrived at he garage two and a half hours later. He had checked the park, the club, and their apartment.
“Rodger? Rodger are you there? If you are, and you don’t answer, then I’m gonna-”
“Leon.” Rodger replied. “I have finished it.” he said simply.
“ finished what?” Leon asked in an agitated tone. “you cant just run away from all the problems.”
“shut up Leon.” Rodger ordered as he scooted out from underneath the Sphinxonatorratorr. Leon noticed something about the Sphinxonatorratorr. It was slimmer. Much slimmer. “I’ve done it. I’ve built the robot that could save cats life.”
“How, with what? We used all are current materials on the Sphinxon…is that what I think it is?” Leon asked, working out what had happened.
“yep, the remodelled Sphinxonatorratorr, catbot 1. I started on it when the doctor told me Rachel had lost the use of her legs, and had damaged her lungs. He told me she wouldn’t make it through the night, but would die a painless death. So I thought, I’m good at mechanics, I could build her mechanical lung support. But then I thought, cat would probably prefer to die than be stuck in bed forever on a drip with lung and heart support pipes all over her. So I thought, mechanical lungs, why not a mechanical body? So I ran back here and kept at it till success was mine. Now, to the hospital, to save cats life!” Rodger explained.
“you son of a b*tch Rodger, you son of a b***h.” Leon chuckled.
“Will you stop swearing at me and help me load this thing into the van!”
“so that’s how you feel about me?” Rachel asked Rodger. The transplant had been successful, and cat was in an almost perfect semi-organic robot replica. Rodger had used all his expertise on creating the suit.. Leon watched them from a distance. “Only my confession left now. Now, how to say it to jenny, to put it into words, to sculpt it like a master piece… I scare myself sometimes.”
“Well Rodger” cat said. “ I don’t really know how to say this.”
Rodger looked at his feet. What a fool he’d been… ” but I’m pretty sure it would work!” she finished cheerfully.
“what! You mean it? Really!” Rodger asked inanely.
“Sure!” cat replied. “ after all, you built this-” she stretched her arm out and gave it a little twirl. Suddenly a mean looking set of tritanium claws sprouted out of her fingers. “thanks for saving me Rodger. I really am grateful.”
“thanks for the compliment.”
“err, Rodger, is Leon talking to himself?” cat asked.
“HEAVE” Leon grunted as he pulled on the chain. The car engine, which he had only half prized out of the crushed car prior to the lifting, finally came free.
“S**T! Leon, get in here!” yelled Rodger, “look at the god damn news!”
It was 18 months after Rachel’s successful body transplant. The rouge squadron team had moved into a scrap yard. almost everything they now owned was scavenged from the scrap. The furniture, the electronics, even the house was scrap. The Hybrid race was driven further underground. Signs of human rebels: people who have met or been rescued by hybrids, and see them for what they truly are, are showing. The fate of the hybrid race still does not look too good. People are dying in the streets or pure starvation. The lucky ones live a life comparable to a servant in the medieval ages.
Rodger pointed to an ancient Sony TV they found in the scrap yard. It had taken a week of Rodger carefully fiddling with it then ten minutes of him hitting it with a tin of spam for it to work.
“we repeat: we have confirmed reports that the humans are staging a ‘final sweep’ of the hybrids. This is an emergency warning, the Hybrid army are requesting for a large boost in the armed forces to counter the human invasion. All forms of recruits are needed, technicians, infant airy, arms, medics, and pilots. All those willing please recruit at your nearest outpost. The outposts are:” stuttered the female pigeon hybrid.
“S**T!” Leon cried, completely drowning out the newsreader.
“what is it?” Ben asked, rushing into the room with Jak trailing on his heels. Rodger pointed to the TV.
“S**T!”
“well, I think we ought to recruit.” said Ben. “It makes sense”
“I say no to recruitment, but yes to fighting” commented Jade.
“ you mean, like the rouge squadron?” Jak asked.
“yes. Exactly like that.” she answered.
“we should recruit” Jak quipped “ if we recruit, our talents will be fuelled: proper equipment for Rodger, fuel cells for Rachel exetera.”
“then its agreed, we recruit?” asked Leon. “yes. First thing tomorrow, we go to…there!” he said, pointing credulously towards the TV screen. “now I’m off to choose my outfit!” he said, with a slight girlish squeal.
“ I am your evaluations officer, captain Hawkeye Lombardi. Over the next three days your skills will be evaluated to determine which rank you will be given.” proclaimed the brightly crested canary hybrid. “first test: combat field. close range combat. First up: Jade Rigeford. Jade stood up. The close combat test consisted of a long rocky terrain, which you had to successfully conquer and reach the end of. Jade fired up her wings, and readied her ‘Stings’, and was off. Click! A robotic dummy flicked up and raised his fists. Without slowing down, she spat out her trademark ‘Goop’, right in the robots face. The head completely melted, and half an arm was also burnt away. She zoomed towards the deformed dummy, and landed a kick square in its chest. The robot doubled up and folded back down. She continued along the course pretty much in the same way, destroying about 5 robots before coming to a stop at the end. She landed and squealed with joy.
this also probably isn't the right place to post it in, but to hell with 'supposed'
I, Leon lizard, am a Hibrid, a race created by our worst enemy. We were accidentally created when two samples of D.N.A were dropped on the floor of some lab. The lab was closed down and classified derelict. As it goes with all derelict buildings, vandals broke in. the story was supposed to be that the D.N.A reacted to each other in the conditions and created the very first hybrid. It was said that some vandals stumbled upon the unstable hybrid and were killed, apart from one girl, whom the monster was meant raped. Thus the supposedly insane hybrids were created. If only they Knew the truth to begin with, my parents might still be alive to witness our race’s victory.
I am the son of Dwaine ,the turtle, and Lara the wolf. Originally I was only human~gekko. But my third gene came into play under uncommon circumstances. I was about five when I witnessed my first graviton attack (a human war machine) my parents were shot to death. I was left for dead under a wall. As a child, I was a scraggly gekko hybrid unable to lift anything relatively heavy, but I was so intensely angry my gekko gene must have evolved somehow into, da dada da: KOMODO DRAGON gene! With a loud grunt I punched a hole straight through the wall and ripped it apart. Now I have komodo strength, gecko stealth, and humanoid form. Lately we hybrids have been experiencing extra evolutions, were our genes evolve. In my case, I kept the original genes as well as keeping the new ones.
“watcha looking at partner” asked Rodger. Rodger was a armadillo human hybrid, but he had a disease. The “homo superhero-ean” disease. This meant his muscles were twice as fast to grow than normal peoples. He had long ago surpassed Leon. His other ability was his almost diamond hard shell, with which he could curl into an almost impenetrable, very heavy, ball “I’m try’in out ma’ annoying cow folk voice. Ya’ like it?
“Rodger, you do know I’m not paying you any attention, do you?” he and Rodger were sitting in the local park. They were sitting on a bench, watching the other hybrids activates and, at random points, philosophising.
“Ah ha!” Rodger exclaimed.” you have to pay attention to me to reply though!, um… Hey, I sense dejection.”
“ hey, maybe you have a special annoying twerp sense, like than spider guy.”
“Ah, I see what it is, you’re thinking about jenny, aren’t you. See maybe I do have a special sense, only not a kilroying tweed sense.” Rodger struggled badly a the reuse of the long sentence.
“Well pal, if I was you I’d forget it, her mom probably says things to her like’ I’d stay away from the reptiles, nothing personal or anything though”
“ hey man, I know she comes from a privileged background and …. stuff, but that doesn’t mean her parents say stuff like that, or that she would listen to them.” Leon answered back defiantly. Leon had admired jenny since she won that technology fair. He and Rodger entered with their redesigned graviton, The SPHINXONATORR. They liked the name. But her energy generator obviously deserved to win, specially since their project blew up in their faces when they tried to turn it on.
“ No no no man, reptile gene overruns amphibian gene man, that’s all.” Rodger defended himself.
Everything was quiet at the military development lab. Then, a shadow moved.” wha…” a soft slumping noise followed.
Back at leons and Rodgers garage, they continued with production of the Sphinxonatorratorr “Spanner. Wrench. Screwdriver. Pointy thing. Other pointy thing”
Rodger, best in his technology class, was a whiz at engineering, however dire his short term memory was. “soon the Sphinxonatorratorr will be up and running and the prize shall be ours. Mwahahaha!”
“Rodger, you and I both know that if I dropped you on top of it, it would shatter beyond repair.”
“ yea, well, um, the…,it…, but, ah nuts.”
“RAID!, RAID!” cornel frogger ran past yelling. This a sort of confusing emotional situation for Rodger and Leon. As much as they enjoyed the trill and adrenalin rush of the fighting, many very good and beloved friends had died because of it. However he( AKA lizardman) and Rodger (army dillo) had assembled a team of friends as the unofficial, and possibly illegal, rogue squadron!
File: black cat.
Real name: Rachel Sanders
Physique: Enlarged canines, retractable claws, pointed ears( with enhanced hearing), leg strength( enough to jump 1.5m high from crouching position), and whiskers.
Costume/weapon: metal claw gauntlets.
File: Snake bite
Real name: Ben Jericho
Physique: a very flexible spine and general bone structure, non poisonous snake fangs, a thermal-sensing tongue, and night vision
Costume/weapon: a flexible metal plate/shield over his back to stop his spine from getting broken because it is so weak
He also uses a vary of weapons because he has no real natural ones.( that could be used on a graviton.)
File: Armorgekken
Real name: Jak Jericho
Physique: the ability to crawl on walls, a tail that can hold its own weight, a sticky tongue which he can use as a third arm, three fingers on each hand and three toes on each foot, and thin sharp teeth. {he is still in his teens so his features are still developing}
File: Waspit
Real name: Jade ridgeford
Physique: fully functional gossamer wings, retractable ’stings’ on each knuckle, black and yellow stripes on her body and hair, the ability to spit a stinging ’goop’, and sticky pads on hands and feet so she can climb walls.
Costume/weapon: some light weight armour on her wings to protect them from shrapnel and stuff.
“look, if you like her so KRUNCH, much, why don’t you just talk to KRUNCH, her?”
“ that’s easy to SHWISH, say, but have you SWISH, told jenny?
“KRUNCH, good point.”
Leon withdrew his fist, ready for the next punch. Although he to had claws, they were more for stabbing, and every one knew what happened to anything that tried to stab tritanium.
“Help!” cried a voice.
“ Rachel!” Rodger cried. He somehow turned around without moving. Then he started to charge. Whenever Rodger charged, you moved. Because, unless you had a large u-bend pipe, you would end up on the end of a very good impression of a sonic the hedgehog. He literally tore through two robots, and knocked another down.
“Rachel!” after what seemed like an age, he finally reached her. “I’ll take her to the hospital, you get the REST!” Rodger ordered as he gave a graviton a good kick in the chest.
“okay, we’ve gotta cover for cat and army” Leon explained. ”HAUL!”
“Is, um she gonna be okay?” Leon asked.
“ well, she’s still in critical.” Rodger answered. “what did
We ever do to them?” Rodger complained. Tears welled in his eyes. He had lost some one very close to him before at the hands of the humans. His brother, joseph the possum.
“c’mon, were gonna be late for the club. That could help you vent your anger.”“ yeah. Yeah your right. Just let me say goodbye to cat.” Rodger agreed. The club was an old abandoned restaurant which some of the kids had turned into a nightclub/dojo for meetings and controlled fights. There were no adults there, and the kids wanted to keep it this way. They were proud of the fact that they had managed to do all this by themselves. The clubs owner, self nicknamed ‘Fat Tony’ had taken the location even further. With the small amount of money he had been left by his parents he had installed a bar and hired staff. Now it was a thriving business. ”I’ll have a, harpoon sunrise with extra lime.” Rodger requested. He gulped it down and shuddered.
“okay, any more audience members wish to go head to head with the ‘TERMINATORR’?” asked a frail rat hybrid. The terminator was a rabbit hybrid, who was at medium level of pretty much all forms of fighting. he had a black eye, and a small chunk of his ear missing.
“ I’ll take you on, bunny man.” Rodger challenged. Leon however, didn’t think that was such a good idea.
“ Rodger, I think you’ve had too much too drink. Okay, okay put that down, you can fight him. Good luck bunny man.” the terminator growled at this remark. “You’ll need it while he’s that drunk.” Leon whispered under his breath.
“ fight!” screeched the rat. “and a quick jab from terminator, oh, and an elegant dodge from a clumsy punch, ooh, a bee-utiful low southern leg sweep from terminator!” the rat-man practically screamed. His knowledge of the names of fighting moves was almost better than the terminator knowledge of how to perform them. The brawling continued for some minutes, and quickly became the centre of attention.
“this ends NOW!” the terminator proclaimed. a driven elbow made contact with Rodgers hard shell, and a crack rang out. Rodger looked up in shock. Had he really broken his shell? If so, he would have to spend the rest of his life in a cast. In a desperate attempt for revenge, he staged a come back with a knock-out hookaroonie on the chin. Surprised by the sudden attack, the terminator fell back, revealing his broken elbow.
Rodger woke in his own bed in his and Leon’s shack. “ugh” he mumbled. “where am I?” He groaned deeply when he remembered.
last night, the winning of the fight had led to the consumption of more and thus far to much alcohol and boasting. “what’s for breakfast Leon?” Rodger asked.
“ omletta du pharoge ala egg.” Leon answered from the kitchen in a cheesy French accent.
“ pancakes then?” Rodger replied jokingly. Leon looked down in mock shame
“ yes. But with syrup!”
Later in the hospital, cats condition was rapidly worsening.
“I’ve got to do something, I’ve got to save her.” Rodger babbled to himself.
“ here you go Rodger, you’re gourmet cuppa soup” offered Leon. “Rodger? Rodger? Where are you?” a doctor walked past. “have you seen Rodger?” Leon asked him.
the doctor stared.
“Armadillo hybrid, about so tall, slouches, slurrs… have you seen him?” leon asked again.
“Oh him!” the doctor exclaimed. Last I saw he was scuttling out the door, murmuring something about robots”
“where’s he gone?” Leon thought to himself.
Leon arrived at he garage two and a half hours later. He had checked the park, the club, and their apartment.
“Rodger? Rodger are you there? If you are, and you don’t answer, then I’m gonna-”
“Leon.” Rodger replied. “I have finished it.” he said simply.
“ finished what?” Leon asked in an agitated tone. “you cant just run away from all the problems.”
“shut up Leon.” Rodger ordered as he scooted out from underneath the Sphinxonatorratorr. Leon noticed something about the Sphinxonatorratorr. It was slimmer. Much slimmer. “I’ve done it. I’ve built the robot that could save cats life.”
“How, with what? We used all are current materials on the Sphinxon…is that what I think it is?” Leon asked, working out what had happened.
“yep, the remodelled Sphinxonatorratorr, catbot 1. I started on it when the doctor told me Rachel had lost the use of her legs, and had damaged her lungs. He told me she wouldn’t make it through the night, but would die a painless death. So I thought, I’m good at mechanics, I could build her mechanical lung support. But then I thought, cat would probably prefer to die than be stuck in bed forever on a drip with lung and heart support pipes all over her. So I thought, mechanical lungs, why not a mechanical body? So I ran back here and kept at it till success was mine. Now, to the hospital, to save cats life!” Rodger explained.
“you son of a b*tch Rodger, you son of a b***h.” Leon chuckled.
“Will you stop swearing at me and help me load this thing into the van!”
“so that’s how you feel about me?” Rachel asked Rodger. The transplant had been successful, and cat was in an almost perfect semi-organic robot replica. Rodger had used all his expertise on creating the suit.. Leon watched them from a distance. “Only my confession left now. Now, how to say it to jenny, to put it into words, to sculpt it like a master piece… I scare myself sometimes.”
“Well Rodger” cat said. “ I don’t really know how to say this.”
Rodger looked at his feet. What a fool he’d been… ” but I’m pretty sure it would work!” she finished cheerfully.
“what! You mean it? Really!” Rodger asked inanely.
“Sure!” cat replied. “ after all, you built this-” she stretched her arm out and gave it a little twirl. Suddenly a mean looking set of tritanium claws sprouted out of her fingers. “thanks for saving me Rodger. I really am grateful.”
“thanks for the compliment.”
“err, Rodger, is Leon talking to himself?” cat asked.
“HEAVE” Leon grunted as he pulled on the chain. The car engine, which he had only half prized out of the crushed car prior to the lifting, finally came free.
“S**T! Leon, get in here!” yelled Rodger, “look at the god damn news!”
It was 18 months after Rachel’s successful body transplant. The rouge squadron team had moved into a scrap yard. almost everything they now owned was scavenged from the scrap. The furniture, the electronics, even the house was scrap. The Hybrid race was driven further underground. Signs of human rebels: people who have met or been rescued by hybrids, and see them for what they truly are, are showing. The fate of the hybrid race still does not look too good. People are dying in the streets or pure starvation. The lucky ones live a life comparable to a servant in the medieval ages.
Rodger pointed to an ancient Sony TV they found in the scrap yard. It had taken a week of Rodger carefully fiddling with it then ten minutes of him hitting it with a tin of spam for it to work.
“we repeat: we have confirmed reports that the humans are staging a ‘final sweep’ of the hybrids. This is an emergency warning, the Hybrid army are requesting for a large boost in the armed forces to counter the human invasion. All forms of recruits are needed, technicians, infant airy, arms, medics, and pilots. All those willing please recruit at your nearest outpost. The outposts are:” stuttered the female pigeon hybrid.
“S**T!” Leon cried, completely drowning out the newsreader.
“what is it?” Ben asked, rushing into the room with Jak trailing on his heels. Rodger pointed to the TV.
“S**T!”
“well, I think we ought to recruit.” said Ben. “It makes sense”
“I say no to recruitment, but yes to fighting” commented Jade.
“ you mean, like the rouge squadron?” Jak asked.
“yes. Exactly like that.” she answered.
“we should recruit” Jak quipped “ if we recruit, our talents will be fuelled: proper equipment for Rodger, fuel cells for Rachel exetera.”
“then its agreed, we recruit?” asked Leon. “yes. First thing tomorrow, we go to…there!” he said, pointing credulously towards the TV screen. “now I’m off to choose my outfit!” he said, with a slight girlish squeal.
“ I am your evaluations officer, captain Hawkeye Lombardi. Over the next three days your skills will be evaluated to determine which rank you will be given.” proclaimed the brightly crested canary hybrid. “first test: combat field. close range combat. First up: Jade Rigeford. Jade stood up. The close combat test consisted of a long rocky terrain, which you had to successfully conquer and reach the end of. Jade fired up her wings, and readied her ‘Stings’, and was off. Click! A robotic dummy flicked up and raised his fists. Without slowing down, she spat out her trademark ‘Goop’, right in the robots face. The head completely melted, and half an arm was also burnt away. She zoomed towards the deformed dummy, and landed a kick square in its chest. The robot doubled up and folded back down. She continued along the course pretty much in the same way, destroying about 5 robots before coming to a stop at the end. She landed and squealed with joy.
this also probably isn't the right place to post it in, but to hell with 'supposed'