A clomp of armored feet was the first warning Singularity Scimitar had before she was knocked to the side by an armored fist. She growled, coming up with
blasters charging only to be faced by a metaphorical smack to the face: her opponent was the spitting image of a combat ready BU-55C. Chunks of stone were
fused to its chassis as makeshift armor, and electricity crackled around its armored forearms, but the resemblance was uncanny. She fired a blast of energy
from her gauntlets, but they simply cracked some of the stone and Singularity received another electrified punch to her face in reward.
Stumbling, she gasped in pain as a high tuned laser burned through her leg, dropping her to the ground as several robots she recognized as the most common type
employed by villians with mechanical tendenceies gathered around her. A pair of the larger support robots also exited the alleyway....and Singularity's
eyes went wide behind her helmet as she recognized the man in a sharply tailored suit that followed them.
"Madigan, Madigan, Madigan....to think I'd see you out here on the front lines. I thought you were more of a coordinator type. Or have you adapted
Quincy's habit of robotic duplicates?"
"Largo....ah shoulda known ye'd be involved in all this rubbish."
"Indeed. Admittedly, mostly by accident. The destruction of my original shell put me back by a few months. This, though.....this world has such potential.
Potential to build an army that could overrun anything GENOM could create. And from there....well, there are already portals here to other worlds. In time, the
universe will kneel before me. All universes."
"Ye've gone even more daft in th'head than ye were before, Largo."
"Perhaps," Largo chuckled, looking at her with that infuriating arrogance. "Still, for the moment, that's insubstantial. What's
important is that you have technology that belongs to me..." he smiled, looking at the gauntlet that contained Singularity's gravity projector.
Madigan stumbled backwards, bringing it up towards him. "Ye want this? Have as much as ye can take!" Gravimetric bonds reached out, taking hold of
the mastermind and attempting to crush him.
Largo smirked slightly, resisting the damage with ease. "Really, that wasn't well considered," he smiled, as the attack drones pounced on her at
his mental command. Metal rang on metal as the drones mercilessly beat on the out matched Scimitar, until another mental command had them back off, two holding
Madigan down.
"....fine...do what ye will....they'll make more," she spat behind a cracked visor. "I'll be back on the street in a week."
"Hmm, yes, that IS a problem..." Largo noted. "I guess an example will have to be made of what happens when people tamper with things that
belong to me."
"Sir?" the support robot said, looking up.
Largo nodded. "Remove them."
The mech stepped forward, leftmost claw coming up. Madigan didn't understand till the claw began spinning. Faster, faster, building to a high pitched whine
of a circular saw....
"No...no....NO!"
***
"Damn...what could do this to her?"
"Staunch the bloodflow and get a drip flowing into her. Her armor's internal torniquet kept her from bleeding out, but she's still lost a
lot."
"Any sign of the weapons?"
"No. That's probably what they took. Obviously."
"Can we repair the loss?"
"Unlikely. They'd target her again."
"New armor entirely?"
"Most likely."
"Send out a memo to the HQ. They need to know someone's started taking limbs along with the weapons..."
***
The target was molten slag in a few seconds as Madigan, now operating under the codename of "Inferno Scimitar", considered what'd happened to
her. She ignored the irritated whirring and clicking her advanced audio sensors could pick up from the purely mechanical replacement arms that the Crey
scientists had had to graft onto her. The facilities Crey kept underground in Mercy and Port Oakes were rather minor, and utterly unsuited to this sort of
thing. According to the doctor, she'd have to get as far as Nerva before getting to Crey facilities that could replace her arms entirely to what they'd
been before.
It didn't really matter to her. Cold alloy would do for the moment. Just as the flames they'd equipped her with would do as well. Normally, she'd
kept rather cool under pressure, but this was twice that Largo had upstaged her now....and this time it'd hurt. She wanted his head, and she wanted it to
be as painful for the bastard as possible.
And if she had to roast him alive herself...well, that'd be a bonus....
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."
blasters charging only to be faced by a metaphorical smack to the face: her opponent was the spitting image of a combat ready BU-55C. Chunks of stone were
fused to its chassis as makeshift armor, and electricity crackled around its armored forearms, but the resemblance was uncanny. She fired a blast of energy
from her gauntlets, but they simply cracked some of the stone and Singularity received another electrified punch to her face in reward.
Stumbling, she gasped in pain as a high tuned laser burned through her leg, dropping her to the ground as several robots she recognized as the most common type
employed by villians with mechanical tendenceies gathered around her. A pair of the larger support robots also exited the alleyway....and Singularity's
eyes went wide behind her helmet as she recognized the man in a sharply tailored suit that followed them.
"Madigan, Madigan, Madigan....to think I'd see you out here on the front lines. I thought you were more of a coordinator type. Or have you adapted
Quincy's habit of robotic duplicates?"
"Largo....ah shoulda known ye'd be involved in all this rubbish."
"Indeed. Admittedly, mostly by accident. The destruction of my original shell put me back by a few months. This, though.....this world has such potential.
Potential to build an army that could overrun anything GENOM could create. And from there....well, there are already portals here to other worlds. In time, the
universe will kneel before me. All universes."
"Ye've gone even more daft in th'head than ye were before, Largo."
"Perhaps," Largo chuckled, looking at her with that infuriating arrogance. "Still, for the moment, that's insubstantial. What's
important is that you have technology that belongs to me..." he smiled, looking at the gauntlet that contained Singularity's gravity projector.
Madigan stumbled backwards, bringing it up towards him. "Ye want this? Have as much as ye can take!" Gravimetric bonds reached out, taking hold of
the mastermind and attempting to crush him.
Largo smirked slightly, resisting the damage with ease. "Really, that wasn't well considered," he smiled, as the attack drones pounced on her at
his mental command. Metal rang on metal as the drones mercilessly beat on the out matched Scimitar, until another mental command had them back off, two holding
Madigan down.
"....fine...do what ye will....they'll make more," she spat behind a cracked visor. "I'll be back on the street in a week."
"Hmm, yes, that IS a problem..." Largo noted. "I guess an example will have to be made of what happens when people tamper with things that
belong to me."
"Sir?" the support robot said, looking up.
Largo nodded. "Remove them."
The mech stepped forward, leftmost claw coming up. Madigan didn't understand till the claw began spinning. Faster, faster, building to a high pitched whine
of a circular saw....
"No...no....NO!"
***
"Damn...what could do this to her?"
"Staunch the bloodflow and get a drip flowing into her. Her armor's internal torniquet kept her from bleeding out, but she's still lost a
lot."
"Any sign of the weapons?"
"No. That's probably what they took. Obviously."
"Can we repair the loss?"
"Unlikely. They'd target her again."
"New armor entirely?"
"Most likely."
"Send out a memo to the HQ. They need to know someone's started taking limbs along with the weapons..."
***
The target was molten slag in a few seconds as Madigan, now operating under the codename of "Inferno Scimitar", considered what'd happened to
her. She ignored the irritated whirring and clicking her advanced audio sensors could pick up from the purely mechanical replacement arms that the Crey
scientists had had to graft onto her. The facilities Crey kept underground in Mercy and Port Oakes were rather minor, and utterly unsuited to this sort of
thing. According to the doctor, she'd have to get as far as Nerva before getting to Crey facilities that could replace her arms entirely to what they'd
been before.
It didn't really matter to her. Cold alloy would do for the moment. Just as the flames they'd equipped her with would do as well. Normally, she'd
kept rather cool under pressure, but this was twice that Largo had upstaged her now....and this time it'd hurt. She wanted his head, and she wanted it to
be as painful for the bastard as possible.
And if she had to roast him alive herself...well, that'd be a bonus....
---
"Oh, silver blade, forged in the depths of the beyond. Heed my summons and purge those who stand in my way. Lay
waste."