2016-03-25 - Tron Bonne's First Robbery

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Tron Bonne's First Robbery Attempt

Summary: Tron tries to mug everyone in the Usual Restaurant... with hilariously predictable results.



Who: Bridget_Lake, Katsumi_Liqueur, Kibi, Kotal Kahn, Mecha-Crab, Miki, Tron_Bonne, Violet, Yuji Nariwasa
When: March 25th, 2016
Where: The Usual Restaurant


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The information contained within this log is to be considered information gained Out of Character (OOC).
This information may not be used as In Character (IC) knowledge or in roleplay unless it has been learned in-game or permission has been granted by the parties involved.

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Kibi smiles at Violet! "hi!!! umm... Violet right?", she makes her way to the bar hopping up on a seat. "oh! Kibi hope you are feeling better now."

"Not familiar?" Kotal Kahn blinks in ever growing confusion. "We are the local law enforcement." He sounds utterly convinced this is the truth and that he's not making this up at all! The tall warrior shifts slightly as a thought occurs to him. "Are you perhaps a new convergence?" That must be it! Though it seems odd to him as his Second in command usually reports that from her Welcome Center march. "One moment." He excuses himself and turns around, fiddling with a highly advanced bracer that seems to clash with his Mesoamerican attire. "Come in, Rayne." A pause as he hears static. That's not good! "Rayne? Minu? .. Anyone??"

Miki looks pretty unimpressed by the name of both the person and his organization, "Ms. Karrde, I cannot tell you what to do, I can just offer what little I can." she says, "It's rough, it sucks, but you get through it. If the arena is open, you could still challenge people if I remember correctly, you could work off aggression and pent up energy that way." she suggests.

Bridget_Lake walks into the UR, bag of knitting dangling from one shoulder, and settles herself at a corner of the bar, looking over the menu. She really shouldn't be having dinner out, but... she's been baking ALL DAY. "Someone else can cook for once," she mutters under her breath before, louder, "Chicken fried rice, please, and some sprite."

Violet growls slightly. "Ngggrrrrr.....Maybe I will, just to let off steam." She grabs her orange juice fairly quickly, but slows down when bringing it to her lips... She does not want to spill it on herself, of course. She does raise an eyebrow as the blue guy thinks the law enfocement is called 'Task'. After a swallow of the juice, she shakes her head. "What, is that like NTPD's heavy hitters or something? When the regular cops can't handle it, but before the military gets called in? Never heard of it."

It's at about this point that the front door to the restaurant is kicked in, and a dozen Servbots - robots that look like lego men - come streaming in the door, followed by the notorious Tron Bonne. Half the robots are holding giant sacks, the other half giant bombs. Tron herself just fires her pistol - some kind of energy weapon - at the ceiling; there's an explosion, probably just something inconsequential. Tron, still brandishing her pistol, shouts, "Listen up everyone, this is a stickup! Just put your belongings in the bags and no one has to get hurt, as long as no one tries being a hero!" One of the servbots, one with one of the bombs, says, "Oooh, and something to eat!" Tron thinks about that for a moment, then says, "Yeah! And fourty-two orders of curry rice!"

A sigh at the new entrant, and Miki looks up from her book, and then just back down to it, reading while looking up everyonce in awhile, and of course sipping her coffee.

Kibi looks over at Tron and the servbots "Can this wait till Kibi has her ice cream?"

Kotal is too busy fiddling with his apparent radio to wonder what does Violet mean by TASK being another branch of the local police. TASK /is/ the local police, there are no other branches! That's always been a big problem in Twisted actually which needs to be resolved at some point, though not now clearly, considering there are so many things happening at the same time. For instance, the arrival of a criminal and her gang. As he said before.. focusing on his job always takes his mind off problems. In a flash, the giant turquoise skinned warrior is no longer next to Violet, but diving into the group of little lego men. A massive serrated macuahuitl blade appears in his hands and he uses the flat of his blade like a cricket bat to try and slam as many Servbots out of the way in one blow, particularly the ones that are carrying bombs. "Halt, evildoer!!" Kotal Kahn's imposing voice booms out to Tron Bonne. "You are under arrest!"

Bridget_Lake pinches the bridge of her nose. There are so many things she could say, so few of them in polite company. This has not been an easy day for her. "Do you really want a half finished sock, three balls of yarn, four wooden knitting needles, and a small bag of macadamia nut cookies?" She pulls out the small handful of coins she -was- going to use to pay for dinner. It could barely cover what she was going to eat, much less a tip... Aaaaand then a hero shows up. "Fuck. Me. Sideways." Her head slams down onto the bar. "This day has been too long."

Violet slowly sets down the glass before turning to Tron with a bit of a wicked grin. "You wanna take this ou-" But no. Someone else has very much beaten her to the punch... or rather, swing. So instead she picks up her glass again and takes a swig, watching to see how this unfolds.

Mecha-Crab walks in from outside, and looks around, and shakes it's eye stalks and heads for behind the counter to start his shift

Kotal's flat bladed swipe sends servbots flying through the air, squealing and bouncing off of walls and tables. The bombs scatter and bounce, starting to flash bright red as they roll under tables and chairs. One of the servbots that wasn't hit runs in circles around Kotal, its sack over its head. "Miss Tron! Miss Tron! They're fighting back somehow!"

Tron looks remarkably taken aback by this development. "W-well, don't just shout about it, *do* something!" She starts running along the side wall, pushing buttons on her wrist watch. "I knew I should have brought the Gustaff in here!"

There's a loud *slam* as something shakes one of the walls of the Usual. The servbots, most of whom look no worse for having been thrown across the room, jump up and try to dive at Kotal, attempting to cling to him in a very annoying fashion.

Mecha-Crab just blinsk and clamly clicks, the noises being translated to "pardon me, but please desist this course of action or I will have to call the Police" in a voice that is a british accented mix of ALfred and Morgan Freeman

Violet says, "Awww, crap...." She jumps from her bar stool and dives under one of the tables... one that has a red flashing bomb. She kicks at the thing, her aim to kick it right at Tron."

Bridget_Lake is just... going to stay still. She doesn't know how to fight. "I don't have enough cookies to handle this kind of crisis.." she groans and puts her handful of change back into her pocket.... only to look down and see a bomb starting to flash red next to her chair. She looks up at the sky. "What did I do to offend you, God?" she asks before diving over the bar and taking shelter behind it.

Kibi uh-ohs as a bomb rolls close to her... She kicks it back at one of the sevebots. ..and somehow she has a bag of popcorn now.

Corporal Nariwasa saunters in from the street about to call in off duty for coffee, when something catches his eye.

A wave of her free hand and one of the servebots by Miki rises and flies towards Tron, Miki closing her book, and closign her eyes tightly.

Though his attack seems to have been highly successful, the brightness of those bombs rolling under furniture worries Kotal. He's no expert on explosives but something tells him those are armed. "Damnation!" Curses the Aztec warrior as he moves to try and kick them out of the way, though he finds himself intercepted by a dozen or so Servbots trying to dog pile him. "Quick! Kick those explosives out of here!" He says just as he notices Violet doing just that. "Like that! Yes!" As for his current predicament of being surrounded by Servbots, a bolt of sunlight shines through the roof of the UR causing energy to explode from his body and push the Servbots out of the way. "Unhand me, you curs!!" Again with this talk about calling the 'police', don't they know that that's him??

Mecha-Crab just sighs somehow as this goes on, and Yuji enters, as he clicks some "Ahh, excellent timing Coporal, would it be possible to attempt to contains this escalataing situation?"

Corporal Nariwasa reaches down onto his belt and activates a tiny black box. Almost instantly his figure and features are blurred by a boxy force field. the figure reaches up to some blurred object on his shoulder and Yuji's voice can be heard speaking urgently to his dispatcher.

The servbot hurled through the air by Miki cries out in joy as he goes flying through the air, bashing Tron in the head and knocking her over. "..ow..." She picks herself up just in time to see the bomb Violet kicked heading straight for her. Screaming, she holds up the Servbot as a shield, and looks a little singed from the explosion, coughing out a cloud of soot. The bombs explode with no particular synchronization, sending barstools and tables - and in one case, a servbot (the one Kibi kicked a bomb at) - flying through the air, accompanied by a big green robot busting a hole in the wall. When Kotal bursts out his blast of energy, the rest of the servbots go tumbling through the air, some of them screaming in pain, the others in glee.

Tron herself hops up into a hatch on the robot's front, and slams it shut behind her. Her voice is piped out through a loudspeaker on the 'bot. "Oh crap, it's the cops! Okay, everybody, new plan! Grab what you can and let's get outta here!"

The servbots collectively (and dizzily) chime out, "Yes Miss Tron..."

She slams a hand down on the table as she rises, "You know, you get out and you tell yourself, you're not going back, you're not going to use your powers, you're going to be good, and then...then people like you come in and make it damn near difficult for people like me, people who are trying to be good, to be good, and to stay out of trouble..." Miki's head turning, eyes looking for Tron. Sighing as the woman makes her escape into the bot, a low growl in her chest, flinging any servbots at the larger one, that near her.

from Yuji's radio comes the voice of the dispatcher assuring him that backup will be there in three minutes. The man himself runs around trying to catch bombs before they explode and failling. He flies around the room a lot.

Kibi tires to hand one of the sevebots one of the bombs. "Here take this! I don't need it anymore!"

"Hahah! Well done everyone!" Kotal Kahn cackles once he sees that the natives put up a good fight against this bandit and her group. If only he knew that the people he's suddenly filling swelling pride for aren't actually /his/ people. "Push her forces back!" Like a commander leading an army he points his massive serrated blade at Tron and her retreating army. "No!" The Aztec suddenly roars and flash steps towards the presumed Gustaff bot. "You will not escape my wrath, criminal!!" Cries out the warrior who still vehemently believes that he's that law around here and swings his serrated blade at the bot's hull. The blades, though obsidian in nature, are laced with Huitzilopotchli's chi and fully capable of slicing through reinforced metal.

Bridget_Lake peeks up over the edge of the bar, really just the top of her hair and her eyes are rather visible. It... seems to be getting resolved? At the Corporal's arrival? Not yet though. "EEK! Look out Yuji!" She grabs a coffee mug from behind said counter and flings it at one of the bombs a bit too close to the police officer, trying to knock it away from him.

Violet, now that the bombs have blown up and the cops... well, /a/ cop, has shown up, seems significantly less concerned about the situation. Well, until she sees that Yuji isn't doing so well. "Should I call in for my mech to counter hers, officer?" She grins a bit ferrally towards Tron.

Kats walks thorugh the front door of the Usual, the red and blue lights of the light bar on her Spinner flashing through the window as she looks very non plussed, in full uniform

Mecha-Crab dips his eyes again and turns to Violet, clicking "It will be quite alright Miss, the Coporal is very adept at handling these situations with a minimum of personal injury" and then looks back as Katsumi walks in "Ahh, the Chief arrives, the situation shudl be handled shortly. Woudl anyone care for adrink"

Violet says, "Awww... you guys are no fun..." She mock sighs and makes her way back to the bar and to her.... now shattered glass of orange juice. Damn bombs. "Uhhh..... can I get another orange juice?""

Mecha-Crab nods "Of course madam, one moment" he clicks and scuttles off to gt a glass of OJ

There's a shower of sparks as Kotal's serrated blade slices right into the Gustaff's chest plate, tearing off the first layer of armor. Tron's voice echoes out, "Hey! That's my robot you're trying to bust up! Stop it!" Its right arm transforms into a giant drill, which makes a clumsy swipe at Kotal, more to get him to back off than really hurt him. Of course, this is when servbots get hurled through the air by Miki, clonking and bashing into her armor, causing the robot to stumble towards the hole it made in the wall.

One of the servbots takes the bomb from Kibi. "Thanks!" Another takes her bag of popcorn. "Yeah, thanks, miss!" They turn to run, maybe getting ten steps before the bomb explodes and popcorn goes flying everywhere, catapulting the 'bots towards the door.

Kats gets hit by flying popcorn "ok...been a while since this has happened" as she tires to figure out what is going on

Corporal Nariwasa sits up off the floor still looking like he's being eaten by a bunch of gelatinous cubes. "Hey isn't that coffee cup MINE?"

No worries about hurting Kotal Kahn with a drill. Where mere mortals would be turned to bloody chunks when having a giant drill pushed on them, the god of war brings a glowing palm towards the Gustaff's drill and stops it with his bare hand. Sparks flying as Huitzilopotchli's skin simply refuses to budge against the metal. "And these are /my/ people you are trying to rob!" Counters the warrior god. Unfortunately, he gets distracted by the explosion and popcorn being scatted everywhere which ends with Tron's escape. Rather than pursue, Kotal abruptly turns towards the UR with glowing bright eyes. "Is everyone all right!? Any injuries!?" Blast, this would be a really good time to have Silencia around.

Mecha-Crab returns with a glass of OJ, setting it down for Violet "Your juice Ma'am" he clicks and turns to teh main room "Chief Liqueur, I do not know all the particulars, but I believe the genetleman with glowing eyes is new to NT, and is unclear of how things operate. As for the rest...I regretfully am unsure" and he shrugs, and produces a fsh bag of popcorn for Kibi Bridget_Lake eeps and ducks back down behind the bar that she took cover behind. Not clear yet. She thought she had thrown just a regular coffee cup, honest.

Kibi yahs and she get popcorn happily munching it. "Kibi is fine and has popcorn again!", she looks at the mecha-crab. "Kibi woudn't mind a lime soda either...

Kats turns and nods "Thanks Bob, like the new voice, bout time you got one." as she turns and addresses he of glowing eyes "Sir, please take a seat" as she looks around "ok, Yuji's scrambing for coffee, no flames...lots of soot, hole in the wall. No dead bodies, so more or less things are back to usual...."

Corporal Nariwasa turns off his velocity sheild ceasing to look all Dune-ish and resuming a normal appearance.

Bridget_Lake asks, "Is it safe yet?"

Violet says, "Yyyeah, I think he thinks he's police." She glances over the bar at Bridget. "Looks like the bombs and mini-bots are all gone, yeah.""

Mecha-Crab nods and reutns a few moment later with a lime soda "Your soda Miss." as he sets it in front of Kibi

The rest of the servbots pick themselves up and grab whatever's nearest - discarded bags, a jar of jellybeans, and in one case a table, and stream out of the restaurant through doors and holes in the wall. Outside, there's the hiss of rocket jets, and Tron's voice over the loudspeaker, getting quieter as her plane takes off. "You haven't heard the last of Tron Bonne!"

Corporal Nariwasa nods to Bridget. "Good thinking getting behind the bar. IT's been specially remade after the first few times this place was trashed."



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