Tuesday, October 20, 2009
by
Feral
I'm not so thrilled about being in a "Sea Base Alpha" which we reached through a transparent elevator shaft.
Also there's something at the eastern edge of visibility that might be a whale, a fluid tank, or a submarine.
Dr. B says at least half the population of the converted oil rig has so far established itself to be metahuman.
I wonder if Blackjack would like to go do some late-autumn camping in the Catskills? Someplace with great sight lines and minimal sogginess.
Agent El: Heads up, Feral!
Feral, like a dumbass, lifts her head to look around.
— a disc-shaped energy attack object comes flying over her head to land on (and attack!) the Sentinel Trooper on which she is currently perched
Hunh. Now I have a gizmo that makes the green ray thingy.
It's about the size of those electronic toys that my children have. They play video games on them. They search for imaginary pets or something?
Anyway, this one has a thing where the Field Technician had been tapping a button and a green ray came out, which he was trying to aim at one or another of us as an attack. But now, since I have taken it away from him, it's time for some science.
I do a tappy-tappy, and I make it do the zorcht. I aim it at his kneecaps, because worst case scenario, he can survive without kneecaps!
— Feral uses the Kryptonian-Oscorp beam transmitter against the Field Technician who had first demonstrated its use in combat.
I was GOING to use this thing next on Dr. SoapOpera, but now there are AIM Commandos here! DANGIT