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Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate (tm) ([personal profile] a_pirate_meant_to_be) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2014-02-27 07:47 pm

Rare Muse Meme

Hey, guess what time it is!
No, it is not time for the Texts from Last Night Meme again

rare muse meme!
rare like a unicorn get it? ..i tried.


- tag in with your rarely played muses
- or tag in with a muse that is rarely seen in rp in general
-- got a muse you haven't played since you voicetested three years ago? post them!
-- got a character from a 1970s romcom that nobody remembers? do the thing!
- seriously whatever man i'm not your mother do what you want
- but r a r e is the name of the game.
- tag rare muses with your rare muses! or not-so-rare. whatever.
- look it's just a regular meme ok no more rules you know how to do this

for people that are into picture prompts:

ACTION » Gun fights, bar brawls, fights to the death are all possible scenarios.
ANGST » Characters suffer emotionally or physically from relationships breaking up, death, injury, etc. Hurt and comfort themes are included.
CRACK » Genderswaps, super powers, sudden compulsions are all possible outcomes.
FLUFF » Something that is devoid of angst. It's light-hearted and might have the overtone of romance.
GEN » General fun, things that didn't fit in the other categories.
SEX » First times, kinks, even dubcon are all possible themes of sex related scenarios.
YOUR CHOICE » Think of your own scenario, choose one of the above or make a combo even!


ZOMBIES » It's the zombie apocalypse, lock and load!
BAR BRAWL » You had one too many drinks, said something wrong, and now you're being asked to take it outside.
CHASE » You're caught in a high speed chase.
GUN FIGHT » You're caught in a big shoot-out.
FIGHT WITH A FRIEND » You're fighting with a friend, all out.
INTERROGATION » You're being interrogated for some offense you've done.
ALIENS » Aliens are attacking and you're not going to take your probe laying down!
FINAL BATTLE » This is it. The battle that will end all the fighting for you. Will you win? Will you get that peace you want?
TRAINING » You're not actually fighting, just training for the inevitable.
NO HOPE » You know this fight has no hope. It's not going to end well for anyone involved, but you can't turn away.
SNEAKING IN » You're stealing a diamond or sneaking in to kick some bad guy butt, but whatever it is, you have to practice stealth.
BLUE WIRE » You're faced with a bomb that needs to be disarmed.
FIGHT FOR HONOR » You've been disgraced or someone you care about has, so it's time to fight for honour.
SHOWDOWN » Time for a cowboy-style showdown. Whoever draws the fastest wins.
WAR » You're caught in the middle of a war here. Remember to keep your chin up and keeping fighting.
APOCALYPSE » The apocalypse finally happened and now you're left to scavenge and fight for whatever is left.
SABOTAGE » It's time to sabotage someone's plan! How is entirely up to you. Do you set up a bomb in their toilet? Do you double cross them at the last minute?
BIG DAMN HERO » You know you have to handle this one alone, so that means disarming or knocking unconscious the person who wants to join you.
FIGHT CLUB » You know the rules... you're in an underground fighting ring and you're fighting with all you've got.
THREATEN » You've just been sent here to rough them up a little, threaten them into behaving.

INJURY/ILLNESS » Your character has become injured or ill! To what extent is the mun's choice.
LAST MOMENTS » You character has been gravely injured and this is their last chance to say their last words.
DEPRESSION » Your character is depressed, what actions they take is up to the mun.
BETRAYED » You character has been betrayed by the other. How do they react?
TORTURED » Your character is being tortured and needs rescuing or at least a sympathetic ear to help him through it.
JEALOUSY » Your character is feeling jealous and must deal with it, how will they do it?
BREAK-UP! » This relationship has gone as far as it can, it's time to breakup.
BROKEN » For whatever reason, the character is broken, mentally or or physically.
FIGHT » You can't even be in the same room as your friend or lover without arguing anymore.
LOST » You lost the biggest fight of your life and now all you can do is try to pick up the pieces.
WORST NIGHTMARE » Whatever you fear the most is now real or maybe you're just trapped in a dream together, but whatever it is, it feels too real.
ADDICTED » You're addicted to something, alcohol, drugs, sex, whatever. It's destroying your life and you can't do anything to stop it.
HURT YOU » You're being forced to hurt someone you love either by betraying them or even being forced to shout things you don't mean. It's for their own good in the end though.
SEPARATION » You were forced to leave this person for their own safety and while you've been miserable without them, you really didn't mean to run into them again... maybe it was by accident or you were watching them from afar this whole time.
BECOMING A MONSTER » You are slowly changing, becoming a monster: vampire, zombie, demon, something you can't recover from and no-one can help you.
FROZEN » You are entirely helpless, frozen, to stop some kind of disaster.
PRISON » You were very bad and now it's time to pay the price by turning yourself in or maybe the law just finally caught up to you.
FEAR » You're not sure why, but you are suddenly terrified and you can't deal with it. You need help.
HATED » You are now hated by the person you loved the most.
DOWN AND OUT » You're living on the streets, you've hit rock bottom, and you don't know what to do.

SEX SWAP » Uh-oh, you're suddenly the opposite sex!
FORCED CONFESSIONS » No matter what it is and no matter how hard you resist, you're going to be compelled to spill some deep dark secret!
MIND READING » You've suddenly got the ability to read minds!
ANIMAL » You're suddenly part animal or transformed into an animal!
AWKWARD PICK-UP LINES » You're compelled to use bad pickup lines on whoever is closest!
BACK IN SCHOOL / GRADUATED » You're suddenly back in school! Or if you were already in it, you've aged and long since graduated!
VAMPIRES, ZOMBIES AND WEREWOLVES, OH MY! » You're suddenly a vampire, werewolf, or zombie! Maybe even a demon or a devil, whatever creepy crawly you can think of. What do you do now?
GHOST » You're suddenly a ghost or at least invisible. What are you going to do with this new ability?
AWKWARD CONVERSATIONS » So did you just fart or what? Any conversation goes, as long as it's embarrassing and awkward.
CROSSDRESSING » For whatever reason, you're suddenly dressed in clothes of the opposite sex.
SUDDENLY NAKED » Oops! Your clothes are suddenly gone.
SUDDENLY A KID » You're a kid again! Have fun with that second childhood.
FORTUNE COOKIE » You've suddenly received a note with something that will happen in the future, either precise or vague.
SUPER POWER » And suddenly you're like Superman! Any power goes.
BODY SWAP » Somehow you've changed bodies with the other person.
BACK IN TIME » Somehow, you wound up in the past again. Do you try to correct something or just sit and wait for time to jump? Maybe it jumps to various points in your life or maybe you actually think you're back in the day. Have fun, run wild with the idea!
TO THE FUTURE » Is it everything you've dreamed? Is it horrible? Whatever happens, you're here to witness what happens to you in the future. Either you take the place of your future self or you're just there to watch. Might cause some confusion if people start seeing double though...
ANGELS, MERMAIDS AND FAERIES! » You're not necessary something dark or evil. You're just something different. How do you deal?
LOCKED IN A CLOSET» For some reason, you're locked up in a closet with someone else. Do you make nice and try to figure your way out or what?
FINGER TRAP » You're caught in a Chinese finger trap... with somebody else! You can't figure out how to get loose either... have fun with that.

CUDDLING » For whatever reason, characters feel like being close and cuddling.
PILLOW TALK » After the main event, characters are up for some pillow talk.
CELEBRATION » Anniversary or some other big event is taking place and characters want to celebrate!
LOVE CONFESSION » Someone has finally decided to confess their love and today is the day!
APPRECIATION » You feel the need to show appreciation for that person closest to you, even if it's just a pat on the back.
APOLOGIES » You made a mistake and now it's time to make it up in some way you know the other can't refuse!
GET BACK TOGETHER » Why did you break up again exactly? Whatever the reason, it was a huge mistake and you both know you can work through it.
DATE NIGHT » You've planned for a wonderful night together and you can't wait to get it started.
FAMILY » You've either found out you're pregnant or you've already got that addition to your family.
MARRIAGE » You're just about to get hitched or maybe you're enjoying your honeymoon. Maybe you've been together for years now! Whatever the case, it's time for that next big step.
MEETING AGAIN » It's time for that happy reunion finally!
LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT » For whatever reason, you are now insanely in love with the first person you set eyes on.
FLIRTATION » You can't resist to do a little bit of harmless flirtation all of a sudden.
IN THE SNOW » Look outside! It's a winter wonderland, so why not go out and play in it?
ENGAGEMENT » You've planned it all out and now it's time to finally pop the question.
FRIENDLY GAMES » You've set up the game station or board games for a friendly competition!
GIFT » Time to give that special someone a gift just because.
RECOVERY » You're taking care of someone who's just recovered from some illness or injury.
HEALING » Time to help mend that someone who's been through hell and back.
BETTER THAN EVER » You've finally got everything you've ever wanted here. What is your ideal life and who does it include?

NICE MEETING YOU » It's your first time meeting this person! You bumped into each other on the street, in a bar, at work... whatever!
DRINKS » You're out for drinks! Or just chilling at home with some beers. Wherever!
LOST » You're lost and you kind of need help finding your way to where you're going. A little help with directions?
COSTUME PARTY » You're at a costume party, both of you are wearing masks. Do you keep the anonymity or take it off and see whose company you've been enjoying?
WRONG NUMBER » Oops, actually you didn't mean to call that person...
DRUNK » You're already drunk! Drunk dialing, stumbling into someone, showing up unexpected... what type of drunk are you anyway? Aggressive, loving, happy? How does the other react?
OLD FRIENDS » you haven't seen this person in a long time!
RIVALS » you're suddenly rivals! Or maybe you have been all along...
PROBLEMS » you've got a problem with each other, just got in a huge fight, whatever. Try to work it out!
WHAT ARE YOUR INTENTIONS? » This person? They're dating a close friend, family member, etc. You need to find out if they're going to hurt them! Or you need to discuss your friend/family's dating choice.
I SAW YOU » you saw the other person doing something bad and you need to confront them about it.
SORRY BUT NO » the other person has feelings that you just don't share. They don't necessarily have to be romantic... maybe you just don't agree with their sudden desire to quit their job and start a business making tiny, fuzzy teddy bears.
MY HERO » you need to tell this person how much they mean to you. They've been your best friend or your role model your whole life and they need to know.
ENABLER » you're enabling the other (or each other) to do something bad, really bad. Addiction, stealing, killing, or just any other self-destructive behavior.
COOKING » Time for an impromptu cooking lesson!
OH, SURE, I REMEMBER YOU... » It's that awkward moment when someone comes up and seems to know you, but you have no idea who they even are!
RESCUE » One of you was in trouble, but you came to the rescue!
BOSS » One of you works under the other. Is your relationship good? Are you scheming things? Or do you hate each other?
PERFECT CRIME » You and the other person have just pulled off the perfect crime... or you're planning to! What are you doing? The heist of the century, an assassination?
MOVIES » movie night! Maybe it's a sleepover. Whichever the case, it's time to eat a lot and have fun.

FIRST TIME » it's your first time together or your first time ever! Enjoy the awkward times!
BONDAGE » You and your partner decide to experiment a little with ropes or handcuffs or whatever you'd like to tie your partner up with.
ROUGH AND AGGRESSIVE » Your characters want it rough.
ROMANTIC » Slow and gentle, meaningful, that's how characters want it.
DUBCON » Character A wants Character B and it doesn't really matter if Character B wants it as bad or not.
⑥ IN PUBLIC » Characters feel like taking a risk and doing it in a public place.
ROLEPLAY » Naughty nurse fetish? Pirate kink? You and your partner decide to try it out now!
HEALING » You've both fought hard or gone through a rough time and it's time to get some R&R in.
LAST TIME » This is the last time you're going to this because you're breaking up or maybe your lover is running off to sacrifice their lives in some heroic way. The possibilities are endless, but you better make this one count.
NO STRINGS ATTACHED » You're just friends with benefits. Nothing wrong with that, right?
ANONYMOUS » You met in a restroom or bar, any location of your choosing, but you don't even know each other's names.
TOYS » You're eager to try something new, so why not toys?
APHRODISIACS » You've been slipped a strong aphrodisiac somehow and now you absolutely cannot control yourself.
SHOW » You're putting on a show by either doing it right in the club or filming it for a bunch of people.
MENAGE A TROIS » It's time for that threesome you've always dreamed of.
NON-PENETRATIVE » Frottage, handjobs, whatever you want to try out.
CONTROLLED » You are under mind control and must do whatever your lover asks of you.
HATE SEX » It's not just rough or aggressive, you absolutely cannot stand each other.
EXTREME » Fisting, knife play, whatever you can think of so long as it tests the boundaries.
» This is just a fantasy, a dream, and you know it, but what is your ideal fantasy and how willing is your partner?  

Original Meme posted by [personal profile] wetsuited 
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[personal profile] dogbot 2014-02-28 11:25 am (UTC)(link)
The existence of their unit was another PR stunt. Putting a man inside a machine had been a giant leap forward for Omnicorp in the public opinion polls, but there was always room for improvement. A good company knew that there was a constant need to impress the average person on the street with new and exciting products so that their interest did not wane. Someone somewhere in the marketing department at Omnicorp had pitched the idea that they needed to come up with a partner for the famous Robocop as the next big attention getter. And what better partner could an officer ask for than a police dog? Dogs were still Man's best friend, right? Sure they were. The American public would eat it up, especially the kids.

The first operational K9 was introduced to the world after a mere month and a half of development. Its AI was one of the most advanced yet in terms of replicating the behaviors of its organic counterpart, and the crowd had loved watching it perform tricks like Sit and Speak and Roll Over on command. The rousing games of Fetch it played with lucky volunteers had won them over even further. The press conference had ended on a high note with the K9, which had been named Clipper through a contest on Omnicorp's website, being formerly introduced to officer Alex Murphy. As soon as the cameras left the dog and pony show ended, and the real work began. The AI had been programmed to identify him as the commanding officer but there was still some minor trial and error that needed to be worked out before the pair operated in perfect unison. It had only been recently that they were dispatched together in the field, but the results of their deployments had been satisfying thus far, and hopes were high that the trend would continue.

Traffic veered away on either side as the K9 followed in the wake of Alex's motorcycle. Sleek and fast she had been designed to keep up with the vehicle on foot, using a homing beacon to keep track of it in the event of separation. When he turned off the main street towards a row of buildings she obediently turned with him, abandoning the roadway for the crumbling sidewalk and catching up to him just as he dismounted. Vents hissing quietly as they cycled off waste heat in a mimicry of panting she angled her head towards him to await orders, sensor arrays automatically scanning the area for potential threats.

[There we go, sorry about the wait. Let me know if anything needs to be changed. :)]
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-01 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
After Alex’s unveiling, OmniCorp had to go bigger and brighter and a little bit more kid-friendly this time. They already won over the voting adults: the final straw was doing the same to the young demographic, thinking long-term now. There’d been more internet chatter about the RoboCop Meets RoboDog photos than when he arrested a murderer in the middle of a press conference. The most popular photos were the ones of Alex shaking Clipper’s paw.

Dr. Norton had to lean over and whisper to what to do. Otherwise Alex would’ve stood there like a robot instead of a cyborg just like the last PR stunt and left his new partner hanging in front of the press. As scans told him there weren’t any active criminals in the crowd, he felt it was acceptable to turn, kneel, and take the K9’s paw in his hand. Cameras flashed. The K9 unit even remembered to wag its tail. OmniCorp turned it into a poster; damn good graphic design work according to Raymond Sellars, a man and his dog in iconic blocks of black and white and red (he especially loved the faint blue highlights, said it drove in the cop theme).

A billboard of RoboCop Meets RoboDog flashed by, Alex following the course as the motorcycle purred. The tink-tink-tink of titanium against asphalt behind him, rapidfire like gunshots, said Clipper was hot on his tail and maybe a second, two seconds at most behind. A glance in the mirror showed the K9 with its head down, sensor arrays perked back, tail going straight for balance as it loped after him. [ NOTIFICATION - - - refer to K9 as ‘her’ ]. One of Sellars’ personal requests, passing to Dr. Norton and then to Alex. It was supposed to humanize him and make the K9 unit more appealing to the public, Norton said, with that faint little frown creasing his forehead.

“Her” it was.

Alex pulled to a stop in front of a warehouse, the kickstand ejecting from his motorcycle as he swung his leg to dismount. Clipper skittered to a halt a few feet away, her sensor arrays swiveling in that way that should’ve pinged him as animal; ear; dog; alert.

“Scan for residue,” Alex said, his voice distorted with that deep electronic undertone he couldn’t shake even if he’d wanted to. “Narcotic designated as NUKE. High probability we will encounter resistance. You’re authorized to pacify. Detain those who cooperate for interrogation.”

True to the dogs she was modeled after, Clipper had a superior olfaction detection system in place, easily topping his own. It was one of the trade-offs: he could assess police databases much faster than she could, but there was a limit to what he could pick up from a distance, compared to the K9 unit. A quick scan of the CCTV around the area told him the warehouse had been active as of this morning.
Edited (typos, sorry!) 2014-03-01 01:05 (UTC)
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[personal profile] dogbot 2014-03-01 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
A brief flash of red light brightened the K9's optical sensors as the issued commands were recognized by the AI. There was a moment of stillness while threat assessments and authorizations were processed and filed away until necessity brought them back into play, then the tip of Clipper's muzzle dipped and rose again in the faintest of acknowledgments. It was an absurdly human thing to do, but someone had added it in at some point in the coding phase, and no one had bothered to remove it, citing that a subtle movement of the head was less likely to draw unwanted attention than more audible options. Turning her head the robotic creature strode forward to begin the search pattern, accessing the newest CCTV recordings in an attempt to calculate the most likely candidate among the string of buildings to be the source of the operation based on traffic flowing out of the area.

Small ports on the front of her nose opened to funnel greater quantities of air past her olfactory sensors. Thousands of individual smells were simultaneously identified and sorted as they streamed in. Most of them such as sun-baked asphalt and rusted metal were discarded almost immediately; there was nothing suspicious about such commonplace scents in the middle of the city. It took a couple of minutes for her on-board databases to analyze and weed out the unimportant everyday smells, but it didn't take long for her to hit upon scents that set off alerts. Abnormal concentrations of scents that registered as matches to Mylar, military-grade plastics and insulating foam drew her attention to the center most building in the row, and beneath those the sweeter scents of the organic material and chemical compounds typically used in drug manufacturing. Target selected she froze on point, her nose pointed in the direction of the structure that all of her scans were telling her was the one they wanted.

The building seemed quiet and peaceful enough despite its suspected contents, but the K9 knew that it was occupied. Her highly sensitive audio arrays were picking up stray bits of conversation and hints of activity within its walls. The exact number of inhabitants inside was not something that Clipper could determine, however. There were too many overlapping human scents to clogging the air to generate an accurate estimation using smell alone, and distance distorted the voices too much to identify individual speakers. That particular task fell to Murphy, along with deciding what course of action they would take now.
yourmove: (004)

mind sharing NPC duties? :3

[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-01 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Alex waited patiently for the drone to finish its business. Instead of standing or fidgeting or even trying to pump himself up to dive into the hornet’s nest like a normal cop, he seemed content to stand there as still as a nearby bulldozer. He only moved when Clipper assumed the target(s) located, please advise stance he’d been programmed to recognize as a signal to uplink. His head shifted, the rest of his body swiveling as Alex stepped forward and laid his hand against her forehead, assessing the tactile uplink to upload a subroutine while he downloaded her olfaction log.

What she logged told him they were in the right place. The suspects hadn’t been tipped off yet to move their operation, although he would assume this place was being watched as they approached. Surveillance was two-way. They didn’t have much time.

[ LOCKDOWN - south exit, west exit ]
[ LOCATE - any of the following suspects listed (detain)]
[ PACIFY - force level: pain compliance / force level: incapacitate / force level: deadly force (authorization Murphy, Alex) ]

Alex’s hand pulled back as he reached down, the plates of his thigh sliding out in one motion to eject the battle rifle into his palm. Probability pointed to standard verbal commands and pain compliance being initially ineffective. The M2 steady in his hand – you didn’t have to worry about sweaty palms, nerves or the shakes when you were a cyborg – Alex advanced on the warehouse, heading for the main northern exit. The building schematics said there were no exits on the east side and with Clipper covering the south and west exits, that should funnel the NUKE runners his way. Deadly force would most likely be used on the first wave, incapacitation on the second. Any survivors would be receptive to pain compliance and/or voluntary cooperation.

Another day at the office, is what Officer Lewis would’ve said. Something to break the ice, get everyone to laugh and then get the job done. Alex didn’t bother. His visor snapped down, the same red light as Clipper glowing into a slit.

He marched up to the corrugated-steel doors, aware of the drone's beacon circling around. Alex stepped through the doors - and promptly got hit by shotgun round to the chest, 0.76 seconds before his simulation predicted.

It actually kicked him back a step before his targeting reticule highlighted the first suspect…
Edited (rewording stuff) 2014-03-01 12:04 (UTC)
dogbot: (Awaiting command)

sure! :)

[personal profile] dogbot 2014-03-02 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
The second his hand left her head the K9 was on the move, bounding across the weathered blacktop to get into position. Armor plating slid into place as the drone's systems switched over to combat routines, reinforcing the vital cranial and chest areas where the bulk of her hardware was stored. The vents along her sides closed tight to prevent them from being used as potential access points during the impending conflict; until all of the targets were neutralized or in custody her internal coolant supply would be her primary defense against overheating. In the short amount of time it took her to round the corner of the building she was fully armored up and primed for battle, and not a moment too soon.

Echoes of the shotgun blast reached her the same instant an alert popped up on her HUD informing her that Alex had been hit. Another message arrived on the heels of the first, that one indicating that he was still operational and capable of defending himself. The AI made note of the notifications and continued on without missing a step. There were no human emotions or concerns to distract her from the mission, and she would not deviate from the orders he had issued unless she was pinged by an alert telling her that he had taken serious damage and needed her assistance.

What little element of surprise they had held was gone now, prompting her battle computer to calculate a new strategy. Using either of the remaining exits to enter the warehouse would likely mean walking straight into a gunman's line of fire. Pulling up the schematics she pinpointed a possible entry point that might not be as closely watched for the simple fact that it wasn't normally used as such. Sticking close to the building Clipper made a dash for a barred window located several yards from the nearest door. She clamped down on one of the steel rods and pulled. The metal groaned in protest and at first refused to budge, but the drone was nothing if not persistent. Her efforts paid off in the end when the bolts that anchored the cage to the building buckled under the pressure and the whole assembly was torn from the window. After that it was an easy matter to jump through the flimsy glass, shaking off the shards as she scanned the immediate area for targets.

Back on the north side of the building, Dennis Meyer ducked behind a stack of crates and tried to keep his own pulse from strangling him. For the hundredth time in the last hour alone he asked himself how he had gotten into this situation. He knew how, of course; he had always been a man who desired the finer things in life but lacked the motivation to get them through honest means. Being part of the drug trade had been his usual go-to method of raising easy money despite the risks involved since he was a teen. Now well into his forties he was ready to retire from the business. Too bad he hadn't come to that decision before the Big Boss had pulled him aside three days ago and informed him in no uncertain terms what role he was expected to play in the plot to bring down the largest threat to Detroit's drug cartel.

“Remember, Dennis. It was either this or whatever the Boss would have done to you,” he muttered. It didn't bring him much comfort. Taking an unsteady breath he watched the camera feeds on his phone, tracking the whereabouts of the world famous RoboCop and his new sidekick. The only bright side to all of this was that he wasn't one of the idiots who had volunteered – or been volunteered against their will – to take the first shots. He had to admit, he wasn't going to miss some of them.
Edited (whoops left out a sentence) 2014-03-02 10:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-05 10:28 am (UTC)(link)
That little bastard Dennis should be here was one of the last things Marie Caroll thought before she died. She always pinned Dennis for a slimy sonuvabitch and he wasn’t even man enough to take the door. Of course he’d take the back. Probably was gonna book it outta Dodge the second the shooting started. No wonder they got tailed back here – she bet anything he was playing both sides of the fence, trying to double-dip because he couldn’t be happy for a change.

It was around then the door slammed open, she caught a glimpse of RoboCop’s helmet, aimed at the slit with her semi-automatic and heard a loud roar. Something punched Marie Ann in the chest. It didn’t hurt at first. It took Marie a shocked second to realize she’d been shot, then to think maybe Dennis had the right idea after all. She was crumpling to the floor as Alex advanced past her position deeper into the warehouse.

Two hostiles critically injured, five already confirmed deceased. Judging by the pause of gunfire, the harsh breathing and scraping sounds of multiple suspects changing positions, Alex calculated the first wave was thinning out earlier than his prediction model calculated. The M2 battle rifle was very, very good at what it did and what it did was, according to a recorded quote from Officer Lewis, kick a lot of ass that needs kicking. Alex used the lull in the shooting to eject his other weapon from his thigh-holster, plates folding away from the N1-408 primed and ready for non-lethal incapacitation. Mostly non-lethal. It depended on the suspect’s age, body-mass and state of health regarding how well they’d take several thousand volts from a Smart charge.

He pursued them deeper into the warehouse as some of the NUKE runners retreated. One of them was trying to dial out, Alex’s head shifting a fraction as he locked onto the signal.

“ - Fall back! I said, fall back or -

Voice analysis said it was Dennis Meyer, highlighted as a known felon with counts of arson, manufacture of illegal substances, and tax evasion. He was wanted for questioning, with special emphasis on the “alive” part. Alex corrected his course to zero in on the intercepted signal as he stalked past rows of steel containers, tables that were still littered with signs of narcotic manufacturing activity. His foot steps fell heavy on the floor, crunching across shattered glass.

Dennis was pretty sure today was ending up with him in a body bag or at the very least with his nuts shot off. He was running out of people between him and RoboCop, and there was no sign of that goddamn RoboDog thing either. He flicked his tongue out to swipe nervously at his lip, reaching up to wipe sweat from his forehead as he glanced at the door behind him. Whatever was in here was going to fix their RoboCop/Dog problem. All he had to do was survive the next two minutes. He backed up until he was pressed up against the door, his hands sweaty around his pistol.

He didn’t see the shadow of Clipper only a few feet away, too focused on the door. It was when he heard that sound of titanium claws against the concrete that he turned, wide-eyed.
dogbot: (Show of teeth)

sorry about the tl;dr

[personal profile] dogbot 2014-03-09 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
The air vibrated with the sounds of gunfire and shouting as the drone stormed through the western wing of the warehouse. Many of the bullets missed their mark and either bounced off the floor or buried into the surrounding walls. The ones that did make contact did little more than scratch her finish, the rounds being too low caliber to do any kind of serious damage. A human might have found that odd: word had spread in the criminal community about what sort of ammunition worked best against the RoboCop and his partner, and an increasing number of groups were arming themselves in preparation for the day he burst through their door. Given the size and rumored connections of the operation run in the warehouse they should have been armed with the recommended weaponry. A human would have questioned the use of such ineffective rounds. The AI did not. It just selected targets and took them down.

Clipper worked her way towards the eastern side of the warehouse, her progress marked by injured and deceased drug runners, one of which had managed to land a decent hit before he died. Thin rivulets of coolant trickled from the bullet hole on her side where a higher caliber round had found a weak spot in her armor not far from the sealed cooling vents. The damage was minimal and did nothing to slow her down. Locating another target she pressed on, identifying the man as Dennis Meyer when he turned to face her, another name on the list of suspects the police wanted alive. Dropping into a slight crouch she gathered herself to pounce – then stopped when the man flung his free hand out in front of him, a glint of red light flashing on his wrist. She jerked and straightened up, the presence of a beacon canceling the attack.


Dennis slowly cracked open one eye after a moment when he realized that he was still alive and intact. The K9 stood less than five feet from him looking like something out of a nightmare, its armor smeared with traces of blood and dented in spots where lucky shots had caused actual damage. He had listened to the damn thing mangle two of his associates over the comm links and knew that it would maul him in a heart beat as well if given the chance. But he was armed with something that his associates didn't possess: a Red Asset beacon. It wasn't a real one of course – no one in the organization had access to a genuine beacon – but the Boss had been assured that it was a top of the line forgery. No one had been one hundred percent sure that it would work as well as the real deal but staring at the motionless drone Dennis was inclined to say that it did. Raising his gun he aimed the weapon directly at the machine, a grin spreading across his face when its only reaction was a slight twitch of its head.

“I could put a bullet right between your eyes and you wouldn't even try to stop me,” he remarked with a burst of relieved laughter. He quickly sobered up when he heard the distinct footsteps of the RoboCop getting closer and considered his options. He could follow through with the threat of shooting the K9 in the head and let whatever was behind the door finish off the cyborg but...but it might be more fun to see the two of them go at it. Feeling secure that the false beacon provided him with the perfect safety net, Dennis, who had always had a weakness for things like illegal cage matches, went with the second option.

“Go get him,” he ordered, gesturing in the direction Alex was approaching from, knowing full well that OmniCorp robots were specially programmed to protect Red Assets above all else. The drone stared at him for a long moment, then turned and walked with oddly unsteady, halting steps to meet its partner, its head occasionally twitching from one side to the other. Dennis grinned again and settled in to watch the show, thinking nothing of the little glitches the drone seemed to be experiencing.

He had no way of knowing that hell was starting to break loose in Clipper's programming. The forged beacon's frequency and signature were a close match to an authentic beacon and kept him safe from her at present, but there were differences, mistakes that were throwing off her recognition software. He was popping up as an armed threat that needed to be neutralized every few seconds then reverting back to a Red Asset, flooding her action queue with alternating commands of ENGAGE/DO NOT ENGAGE. In a double-whammy, Alex's rapid approach was generating the same conflicting commands. Dennis had marked him as the threat, and he was a very real, very armed threat to the Red Asset, but Murphy was her partner and, more importantly, property of OmniCorp.


The rapid fire directive clashes were inundating the AI's systems with errors. If it kept up much longer the drone was going to shut down.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-03-13 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
There was a very brief second – less than a full second, a mere fraction – where Alex’s face shifted Clipper and assumed she had been damaged en route. She was wobbling on her feet, staggering in a way that the old Alex would’ve called “totally drunk”, her snout twitching from side to side like a nervous tic. Still functioning. Therefore not his main concern: the high priority suspect was backed against the door with nowhere to run, a scan of his face confirming this was indeed Dennis Meyer. That sealed it. They had their man.

He raised the pistol to tase Mr. Meyer into cooperation.

Alex’s HUD lit up with a proximity warning from the side as a large object barreled his way. He caught a glimpse of something red glimpsing out of Dennis’s sleeve before Clipper slammed into his chest with the force of a small train. Alex might be state-of-the-art and several hundred pounds heavier than he used to be: that didn’t mean he couldn’t be taken by surprise despite all the tech OmniCorp could cram into his chassis and his skull. His shot went wild, sizzling a few feet over his target as he staggered back, his stabilizers working overtime to push him back into an upright position. Clipper’s snout split open to reveal what her techs liked to call “jaws” even though a drone didn’t need a functioning mouth because it couldn’t eat. It was purely cosmetic. Supposed to be cosmetic. Clearly someone in her R&D department took it the next step from cosmetic to realism, outfitting those jaws with titanium teeth that didn’t even serve a purpose like the sensor arrays on her head. Those very same teeth latched onto Alex’s forearm and worried at it hard enough to tear long gashes in his graphene plating, sending sparks showering.

Dennis Meyer had the biggest grin. This was worth the stress, worth waking up at the ass crack of dawn to get everything set up and praying to God he didn’t get killed today. RoboCop versus RoboDog and he had the front row seat. If he was lucky, that K9 unit would get lucky, rip off the bastard's creepy face or something. He heard this guy was still human, somewhere in there. If he could bleed, he could bleed to death, right?

Alex didn’t seem to be worried about the sparks and lubricant leaking down the shattered remains of his arm. He wasn’t authorized to terminate Clipper, which made this…difficult. Filing away the simulation of Place M2 Against Central Processor/Fire, Alex focused on what he was authorized to do: force a shutdown.

He dropped the pistol, reaching with his free arm to place his hand on Clipper’s head as it twitched and jittered underneath his fingers, venting air haphazardly with that hiss informing him she wasn’t capable of following her normal combat protocols.


And this was where Meyer realized his show was about to be cut short: it was that self-preservation instinct some might call cowardice telling he better get behind that door and hit that button, screw whatever they said about timing. He disappeared into the room as Alex finalized Clipper’s shutdown.
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[personal profile] dogbot 2014-05-14 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
It was more luck than intention that the drone latched onto his arm. She had been gunning for his throat using the same simulation she had used against the now deceased drug runners she'd encountered in the corridors. The attack plan, much like her new and lethally improved teeth, had been part of the latest round of upgrades, added at the request of Raymond Sellars to make the K9 unit more combat efficient. OmniCorp was not in the business of building three million dollar battering rams, after all. The only problem was that her plan required operational targeting systems and motor functions, neither of which the drone had much of at present. Her lunge had been clumsy and the impact against Alex's chassis had jolted her off balance, placing her head far too low to reach his neck. If not for the movement of his nearest arm setting off her bite reflex she probably would have slid back onto all fours and stumbled past him instead.

The gears in her jaws whined as they strained to drive her teeth in deeper in an attempt to force her top and bottom jaws together again. Doing so would give her a better grip and allow her greater leverage to pull against him and perhaps inflict greater damage. There was a piece of splintered graphene lodged in the corner of her mouth that was preventing her from clamping down at full force, however, and in her present state there was nothing she could do to remove it on her own. Her head jerked more violently as her glitching sensors registered the hand pressing against it. An override command sliced through the jumbled mass of error messages, severing the loop and clearing the jammed action queue, bypassing all normal shut down routines. Almost instantly the drone went limp as her power supplies cut out and she dropped to the floor with a heavy metallic thud, pulled down by gravity, jaws still held open by the bit of Alex's armor stuck between her teeth.

By that time Dennis had already locked and barred the door he had disappeared behind. A lot of good that would do him, he thought to himself as his fingers fumbled with the latches on the box set before him. Why were these damn things so hard to open in a hurry? Finally the lid popped open, revealing an array of switches and buttons and a countdown display. According to the Big Boss all he needed to do was flip on the main switch and hightail it clear of the building using the counterfeit beacon as a shield before the clock reached zero. He sure as hell didn't want to be around when the bomb went off. Nervously licking his lips he located the control switch, took a deep breath, and flipped it on.
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[personal profile] yourmove 2014-05-25 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
Clipper might have failed to maul Alex’s face off, but she did achieve the most important thing: she bought Dennis several precious seconds.

Alex glanced down at Clipper, shrapnel from the other engagements tearing minor scratches and cuts across his face. Unlike the K9 unit, he was still organic, with flesh that could still bleed red instead of lubricant and coolant. Clipper was due to restart in 15 seconds. Further malfunctions on her part would result in another shutdown with a note of “possible AI defect” for Norton. As it was, Mr. Meyer was higher on the priority list than Clipper, Alex’s face turning to face the door he’d likely locked between them, as if that was going to prevent pacification and detainment. Alex stepped over Clipper’s body with a deliberate stride, reaching down to pick up his pistol in one smooth motion despite the face he had parts of his arm torn clean off.

He was almost at the door when the first stage of the device, the one guaranteed to keep RoboCop down long enough to get blown sky high, went off.

Alex didn’t have time to react: he twitched, gave an odd sort of jerk, and then collapsed like his strings had been cut. His chassis hit the ground with a thud as his HUD went dark. By some miracle he didn’t lose his life support with the pulse: he could still breathe, his heart still beat even as everything else shut down. Back at the DPD, Norton and the rest of his team was frantically trying to establish a connection. Backup squad cars were being sent to their position. ETA was fifteen, twenty minutes, max, only they didn’t have that long.

Dennis, on the other hand, did have that long and he was booking it out of there. It would’ve been tempting to plant a bullet in RoboCop’s face while he was down but he wasn’t stupid: for all he knew, that wouldn’t kill him and he’d rather watch the fireworks from a distance, thanks.