MK10- ÂLittle bots and their big gunsÂ
Who: Mk 10, Skutters x3Where: Blue Dwarf, Blue midget hangerWhen: First blender activation +15 minutesA roaring whirr of servo-motors through the ventilation system heralded the race of the only Skutters left aboard the Blue Dwarf. Behind all three trailed a metre-long cache of miscellaneous weapons looted from the armoury. 001 tore up front of the other two. A slightly `touched' robot that was easily excitable and ferociously protective of anything that it thought `belonged' to him. 042 brought up the behind, a noiseless Skutter that firmly believed in never being sighted by the crew. 099 chirped quietly in the middle; the middle man of the three-bot team. What did they all have in common? While the Skutters rebelled; these three were being repaired for over-use. And of the whole crew the only one brave enough to bring them out was the man that needed their help the most; Andy, the cleaner. Fortunately, and with Holly's prompting, he took them offline from the Blue Dwarf computer so that any remaining animosity couldn't be misdirected upon them.001 ferociously rammed the ventilation cover, tearing it off its hinges and spreading it across the floor. They didn't have time for niceties, they'd just lost contact with Andy's implants and that more than likely meant he was dead or dieing. The other two Skutters pulled out of the floor-height vent and kept on chugging across the mis-treated floor.The Blue midget in the middle of the hanger was one the few that wasn't damaged or raided by the oh-so-recent GELF attack. This thought was most likely due to it being already so poorly maintained that it looked like it was already sabotaged. "This'll be your chariot into redemption and victory." Holly's monotone voice accompanied his face as it blinked to life on a large monitor centred directly below the look-out post in the top-middle of the room. "What else can I say other than give `em hell." The AI added with bobbing nod and an intrepid smirk. Easy for him to say, he wasn't going anywhere.042 rocketed ahead towards the Midget. Grinding to a halt on a dime, its long head craned up and allowed its claws to skip across the manual access panel. After a few seconds of clicking the midget's back door flopped open with all of the grace of a drunken German ballet-school wash out.The other two Skutters gathered around the back of the craft. However before they could enter, a most unholy alliance of sound in the direction of the entry-way assaulted their auditory receivers. The crowing scream of a baby almost washed out the clomping steps accompanied a consistent series of huffing hydraulics that apparently was working in at a moderate jog. Almost as an after thought, the high-pitched screams of laser pistols occasionally broke up the monotony."Alright Holly, I'm here!" An Australian accented voice perked up the Skutters, yet even from this distance they recognised it as synthesized. The blast doors slid open to reveal the combat weapon MK10 moving with a long, powerful gait that forced its chicken-legs to extend at their fullest. "Now can you tell me what the hell is-?!" The Mech's voice was cut off as it noticed the trio of Skutters. They were packing heat."Oh good, you're here now." Holly dully noted. With a loud click the blast door slid close, managing to crush one of the floating invaders with the satisfying squeal of twisted metal.The three Skutters turned to view the imposing 3 foot robot in full (at least to them). MK10's hunched over stature afforded it little in such a height range. In its right arm it held a small laser-pistol whereas in the other it held a failing, squawking, and red-face babe. Live and let live eh?"I thought the Scutters where all gone!" The combat-orientated mech spoke incredulously, its massive red eye simply refused to believe what it was receiving.001 rolled forward and let loss a barrage of squeaking and chiming. All the while its head's frenzied, spastic movements alternated to what appeared to be smashed repeated with a cricket, struck by lightening or being forced to listen to the album of `Batman, the movie'."I know we're under attack by flying footballs and that the organic crew members are disappearing. Why do you think they were chasing me?!" MK10 retorted, quickly holding up the irate baby for emphases."Don't have time for arguments now." Holly interjected dully. "MK10, if you don't want to become that bub's guardian I'd advise you get aboard that midget and find its owner. Seymour's down there you know." The Black-mail was far from necessary but every bit of `encouragement' was helpful.A strolling whirr of servo-motors and MK10 suddenly found that found that the baby in its hands was replaced with another laser pistol. His wide eye noticed 099 whirling away with baby Alota finally pacified, the Skutter completely enthralled with the tiny human. In a way the Combat-mech felt strangely possessive of the child, in another he was glad that it was no longer his problem.001 climbed to the top of the Blue Midget's ramp and let out an ear-blistering screech, its head ticking and twitching all the while. The group of four (plus baby) quickly made their way to the Blue midget. MK10's large torso rocked forward in what could be called a humanoid nod. Stepping forward, his claws span round the twin pistols ala spaghetti western. Suddenly it caught them in its grip, dual clicks issued from the guns as the safety crocked off. "No such thing as too much target practice I guess."<Tag Scutter_2, Viva la resistance!!>