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(The front of the EquinoX Casino) -- <**/KNOCK-KNOCK!/**> Squishydodo: Come in! Izzy is [sic: should be "has"] already arrived. You're /*sure*/ nobody spotted you two? Isabel Abato (aka Izzy): YAwn. -- Torg: Sure as I can be. Squish? Izzy? Meet Oasis. Oasis: Pleased to meet you! Squishydodo (sweating): You're... ...you're... Izzy (warily): Hi. Torg: Relax, Squish. She won't stab or burn you. Probably. -- Squishydodo: Torg, we're at the precipice of it all! When Riff sees Oasis on the team, he'll /know/ I've been working with you. He'll feel like it's a bigger betrayal than the *venison incident.* -- Torg and Izzy: *Venison Incident.* /Mmmmmmm./ -- Squishydodo (annoyed): Moving on. The /*real*/ no-turning-back moment is when Izzy is 'officially back'. He'll move directly to assault Hereti-Corp. Are you sure that's what we want to have happen? -- Torg: It is now. But with a tweak or two that we need to discuss later. *'Plan F.'* And there is one thing /more important/ to worry about that [sic: should be "than"] Riff. -- Torg: *Bun-Bun.* Oasis burned Bun-Bun severely. You can still feel the scars under his fur. When Bun-Bun finds out Oasis is here he's going to go into a bunny-rage. -- Izzy: *YAWwn* 'Bunny-rage?' That actually sounds kind of /cute!/ Squishydodo: The term 'Bunny-rage' makes me peemy [sic: should be "pee my"] pants a little. Oasis (angrily): *That bunny is here?!?* Torg: This may be pee-pants worthy! === NOTE: Ref: Venison Incident (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170214>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20170220>) | Oasis vs. Bun-bun (_1_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/090512>) (_2_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/09061220090703>) (_3_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/>). | Flag | ||||
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Torg: I don't think he's thinking, Izzy. He's /feeling./ Izzy: What do you /mean?/ Label on wall: E<obscured>OUND | PARKING GARAGE 3B -- Torg: I've know Riff a *long* time. He and Sasha were /close/ at one time. /*Very*/ close. Out of all of Riff's relationships, ... -- Torg: ...out of all the hundreds or maybe tens of thousands of relationships Riff's been in... (Izzy looks ill) -- Torg: I think that was the most stable. They were really good together. | Then Sasha turned out to be spying on Riff the whole time, got a kill-order, and fired two bullets at his face without a pause. Izzy (contorted with conflicted feelings): That's messed up. Torg: It /*messed*/ him up. -- Izzy: 'tens of thousands.' Has he ever been checked? Tested? Torg: No, he hates psychiatrists, but that would make anybody messed up. -- Torg (while Izzy looks on skeptically): Like it or not, he still has feelings for her. It's clouding his judgement. But that's why I'm going too. To make *good* judgement calls. Oasis (popping in): Are we ready to go? Are we riding with Riff? | Flag | ||||
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Riff: I know /exactly/ how to pilot this, Sarge-867426687! Torg: Watch the ego 7433464866! Riff (over Torg's intercom): This isn't even a power suit! It's a /pilotable robot!/ -- Torg: *Sigh*. Can we "code 3" again for a minute, 4999? Izzy: Pushing our luck Sarge! You can talk to 7433464866 freely back at the precinct. Torg: But I wanna tell him something /important!/ -- Riff: These controls are /*soooo*/ familiar! Like one of the things I built sometime in the past! (Alt-Torg is about to burst) -- (Alt-Torg's REA-5 starts running ahead) Alt-Torg: *Everyone to the precinct, /double time!/* -- Riff: But... but I can't figure out /*how*/ to "double time"! Oh no, I've slowed to a crawl! -- Izzy: 7433464866, stop tormenting 867426687! You know he's dying to tell you something. Riff: Are you trying to be my wife or my mom? Six-Pack: Whoah. -- (Izzy turns her REA-5 towards Riff's and aims her DFA; Riff's REA-5 raises its hands) <*wrrrrrrrrr*> -- Riff: I didn't mean... Alt-Torg: Stand down, 4999! *Stand down!* Izzy: GRRRRR -- Riff: I always say the wrong thing around women. How the heck did alternate-me get married? Was he a mute? Izzy: Almost surgically on several occasions. | Flag | ||||
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-- Izzy (squatting down and touching a small puddle): /*Blood!*/ he was shot here... -- Izzy: ...then dragged this way! /*Oh God!*/ -- Torg (to Crushestro): She can't just go running in there unarmed! She's going to /get herself killed!/ -- Crushestro: Heh. Torg: Oh yeah, I see what I just did there. -- Minion Master/Anthony (from behind a transparent wall): *Izzy!* Izzy: Anthony! -- Anthony: He said you were coming for me; I tried for the gun... /I was too slow... Oh Izzy.../ -- Izzy (looking up): What is this cage you're in...? What in the world...? -- Torg (scared; also looking up; stopping Crushestro from entering the room): Whut-oh! Shhh! Hang back. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: It must be his shrink-ray! -- Bestseid (from a viewing chamber above Isabella and Anthony): Isabella, is it? Well, Isabella, this is /*my shrink-ray.*/ Torg (off panel): told ya! Bestseid: With a touch of a button your brother will be altered *permanently. /If/* he survives the trauma. | *The first* thing you are going to do is turn the security systems back on so I can get the security support I richly deserve. Bestseid: And *then* you are going to find me the information I requested. -- Bestseid: If you do as I ask, you and your brother will live, as my honored guests, and trusted info-team. Bestseid: The alternative will be for you to say goodbye to your little brother. Izzy (off panel): *Hey!* watch it! He's three years older than me! *I do not look old!* -- Minion Master/Anthony: *Izzy ......Run!* Izzy: I'm not running from this insulting jerk! Minion Master/Anthony: *Izzy, that was a shrink-ray PUN!* Izzy: Aw! /Puns? *Really?!?*/ --- Bestseid: Issabella, [sic: should be "Isabella,"] your *shrinking* timeframe to agree to my /*contract"*/ is magnifying your squishuation. - Crushestro (wincing): ugh. - Torg (annoyed): boo. - Izzy: OK *now* I may run. === NOTE: Ref: _Shrink-Ray_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101101>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Torg (from the control room): Oh, are we using names now? Yours is "Izzy," right? Well, /Izzy,/ you're not the *one* to give me what I want. You have no idea how much I want to push this button... Fire this shrink-ray.... -- Izzy: /Why?/ -- Torg (pushing a button with a crazed look in his eye): *Because it's a SHRINK-RAY!* /Tell me you don't want to play with a shrink-ray!/ </**BEEP!**/> -- (The door to the chamber that holds Izzy and Minion Master (Anthony) opens) <**fshhh**> -- Torg: So get out of there and get your brother to the med-bay so he can get a transfusion before he bleeds to death. -- Torg (with a happy-crazed look): Meanwhile, *(*)I'm(*) going to shrink some stuff!* -- Minion Master/Anthony: He... saved us... from Bestseid.. /And/ Crushestro.. He's my best... minion. Izzy (annoyed): He's way too cracked to be a minion, Ant. He's clearly management. === NOTE: You know, I don't think I did a good enough job of establishing the locked door to the "cage", but you can see it clearly in _this comic_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101116>. | Flag | ||||
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Minion Master/Anthony (as Izzy leads him over to the "Med Bay +"): They're ripping my base... apart! /Everything I... worked for.../ Izzy: /"We"/ worked for... and that's not important right now. Seriously, Anthony, bringing Bestseid in was the /second dumbest thing I've ever let you do./ <**LOOT! LOOT! LOOT! LOOT!**> Clyde: ? -- Minion Master/Anthony: What was the... first..? Izzy (horrified): Letting /*him*/ in! -- Sam (slurping blood out of a transfusion bag with a straw as the doctor hides behind a supply shelf): ***SLurrrrp** -- Izzy (angrily): **You put that /down,/ Minion Sam! /No looting the blood-supply!/** -- Sam (having dropped the transfusion bags of blood and having picked up the doctor; still with a straw in his mouth): Fine. -- Izzy (angrily): **No looting the doctor either! We /need/ her! And ew! -- Sam (picking up the only other thing in the med bay): What about some of this white clothy stuff? -- Izzy (about to boil over): Take some of the bandages and gauze. *Just leave here now!* -- (One minion is wearing a hat with a feather in it, and is playing what looks like a mandolin) <**LOOT! LOOT! LOOT! LOOT!**> Sasha: *Sam!* Did you find Torg? Sam: I got bandages. -- Sasha (with the sweetest look as she puts a hand on Sam's cheek): You're right, Sam! It's past time to change the bandage from where the bullet grazed me! That was very thoughtful! -- (Sam winks as his head sticks out of his "Sam Circail Mamajama" circle) The Sam Singers: *Sam's Da* thoughtful <musical note> *Maaaan!* <musical note> <musical note> <musical note> <musical note> === NOTE: Ref: _bullet-wound_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100824> | _those two guys with crates on their heads in their underwear in the first panel_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101025>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Isabella (aka Izzy; on video feed from inside hC Solitary): I don't want to talk to anyone right now. -- Drake: Melancholy over your brother again? Boo-hoo. Have another barbiturate cocktail and man-up. Maybe we can let you out of solitary and restore your full-time benefits if you'd stop being a flight-risk. -- Izzy (over a glitching video feed from inside hC Solitary): -want to talk to anyone right now. I don't - /*tshhhht*/ -- (Agent Drake looks suspicious) -- <***beep-a-beep-bip.***> (Agent Drake punches in the entry code onto the keypad outside hC Solitary) -- (hC Solitary is empty) -- </***ert! ert! ert! ert!***/> Agent Tyler (as Kusari approaches): Agent Drake what happened?! Agent Drake: Izzy is trying to escape again! -- Kusari (walking past Agents Drake and Tyler saluting her): She won't get far! -- Drake (referring to Agent Tyler's top hat (with an hC logo on it)): Agent Tyler, what is that ridiculous thing on your head? -- Tyler (referring to Agent Drake's conductor hat): What's the ridiculous thing on /*your*/ head? -- Drake: This hat has specially designed neuro-sensors that help with my conduction output /*you idiot!*/ -- Drake: /*Hat?* I meant your *face!*/ -- Drake: ha*oooooo!* My neuro-sensors are picking up p0//n3rsh1p! === NOTE: Ref: _Drake and tyler_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090317> | _When we last saw Izzy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101207> | _When Riff first saw a version of Izzy_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20100329>. | Flag | ||||
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-- (Isabella Abato (Izzy) sits before the monitor screen, Riff stands behind her; both look serious) -- Sam: Torg will be here any minute. -- Sam: Although I'd think he'd have turned the garlic mist off by now! We still can't move! <musical note> <**ding**> Sam: Hey! The elevator! -- (Menelaus and minions pour out of the "SECRET ELEVATOR") Lord Menelaus: Well-well-well, the elusive "Sampire!" And Sylvia as well, last of the Vorpyr! I suspect Lady Urja is overrated. It is barely an inconvenience to accomplish what has confounded her for years! -- Izzy (off panel): They're /here!/ Elevator! Secret secondary entrance too! I don't see her! I don't see /*Urja!*/ (Monitors show the arrival of various vampires into various parts of the building) -- Riff: They're faster than I thought! They're going to notice the bombs! /*Hit it now!*/ (Izzy is holding the detonator) -- Izzy: */NO!/ Not until I'm sure Urja is there!* -- Riff: Every time I see a monster I imagine all the innocent lives it destroyed. And I know all the innocent lives it /will/ destroy if I do nothing. All Torg sees is /'Sam as a good loyal buddy.'/ -- Riff: I just destroyed a friendship it took me a lifetime to build to do what's right! Can you put vengeance aside to do the same? -- (Izzy contemplates the detonator) -- (Eyes closed, Izzy activates the detonator) <**CLICK**> | Flag | ||||
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-- Bun-bun (poinging towards the door): Maybe it's for the best. <*Poing!*> -- Isabella Abato (Izzy): Oh! Hello! Bun-bun (midway through the doorway): Hubba hubba! The Nerd-Butt will see you now! <*Poing!*> -- Izzy (astonished, pointing): That was /Bun-Bun!/ -- Izzy: From the files and talking to Anthony I knew he was adorable and lethal. But in person he's /so much more of both!/ -- Izzy: /I can't tell what I want more! *To cuddle him or to live!*/ Torg: He gets that a lot. Isabella Abato. It's late, what can I do for you? -- Izzy: Right. Torg, I wouldn't insert myself in the middle of this if it wasn't already said-and-done. I just wanted you to understand what happened with Sam. From /Riff's/ point of view. Izzy: I'm going to tell you about monsters. | Flag | ||||
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--- Izzy (off panel; over video feed from the surface): Riff, you're losing a /*lot*/ of life-support up there! Riff (off panel; in the XT-34 inflatable spacecraft): I'm... painfully aware, Izzy. Don't worry I'll make it. -- Izzy (over video feed): So there's a fourth sect of vampires in Alaska? Riff: I've seen them. I've fought them. Izzy (over video feed): And you've made tools for Arminius Vambrey? He's a legend! Riff: Can we not talk vampires while I'm arming FIDO? (floating in the spacecraft cabin by Riff is a wrench, a screw, and various smaller, unidentified debris) -- Panel Caption: Beneath the EquinoX Casino: Izzy (typing while talking over the video feed): OK, on the subject of our "Fina, Identify and Destroy Orbitals" satellite-killer, "FIDO", remember your spacecraft is inflatable and FIDO is all spikey, so be careful. <tak> <tak> <tak> -- Riff: I'm... painfully aware. Izzy (off panel; over video feed): Why did you make it spikey? Riff: It's a feature. (Floating around the spacecraft cabin with Riff is a roll of duct tape, an opened box of duct tape, an air pump, a wrench, and, of course, FIDO; cross patches and the occasional bandaid can be seen all over the inside of the spacecraft - including the viewports - and all over Riff's spacesuit, including the helmet) === NOTE: This chapter has nothing to do with Vampires but Anywho Vampire Ref (fourth sect is important): _Riff off to Alaska_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20030817> | _Riff on Alaska_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20040321> | _Random Alaska Ref_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090108> | Arminius Vambrey (_First_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20040118>) (_+Riff_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20040314>) (_Last Mentioned_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20090109>). More Important Ref: _XT-34 Inflatable Spacecraft_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/100301>. (more detailed Ref tomorrow) | Flag | ||||
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Oasis (happily): *OK!* Izzy (turning around to leave): I need a drink, or seven. Torg: Hold on, Izzy! Sign on wall: <obscured>CRET UNDERGROUND | PARKING GARAGE<obscured> -- Torg: You don't understand the situation. Riff cares about Sasha. I can't stop him from going any more than you could. But if it /is/ a trap there's not better answer than to let Oasis unleash her knives and fire on them. -- Izzy: And /you/ need to go because...? Torg: I can control Oasis if Sasha is legit in trying to help us. Plus it's my fault Gwynn is mixed up in this. I'm going to make damn sure she gets out of this unscathed. -- Izzy: Uncle Subi was right. The rest of us are all /idiots!/ Torg: Hey, that's uncalled for and/or partially uncalled for. -- Izzy: Really? So the guy Hereti-Corp wants to kill most, the girl they want to capture most, and 100% of the leadership of the opposition is, without backup, going to drive in one car to go see a Hereti-Corp agent that is probably setting a trap. Torg: Uhhhh-hhhhhhh... === NOTE: Ref: Izzy was _Paraphrasing Uncle Subi_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20160205>. | Flag | ||||
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Bun-Bun: And the explosives set around the docking clamps? hC Agent Webei: It'll likely take out the ship and lots of the station, but afirmative [sic: should be "affirmative"]. -- Bun-Bun: We're pirates, we make bold moves. A.I. or not it's time for us to be /free!/ hC Agent Webei: /*Freedom!*/ Bun-Bun: I didn't say you could speak, Powder Monkey Webei! hC Agent Webei (saluting): Sorry Cap'n. Isabel Abato (aka Izzy; recording; on the monitor): /*[KSSSHHHT...]*/ /...all going to die if you don't get off that station *now!*/ -- Izzy (on monitor): /I have no idea how much time you have left to escape!/ [END RECORDING] [RESTARTING RECORDING...] -- Izzy (on monitor): [BEGIN RECORDING] /I've been trying to reach you guys for hours! I've gotta run, go dark, so I'm leaving this on loop in the hopes you'll receive it! Good news and bad news./ -- hC Agent #1: We have planetside communications back? hC Agent #2: The A.I. is down. The Silver Awl can launch! hC Agent #3 (looking at the monitor): What's /this?/ Izzy (recording; on the monitor): /Early yesterday Hereti-Corp forces destroyed a Chinese spy satellite. China is responding by sending ships to retaliate, but it's widely thought they are coming to imprison you all, and steal all the Hereti-Corp technology./ -- Izzy (recording; on the monitor): /So that is the 'good news'. The bad news is America will do anything to keep China from getting that technology and is using the recent flux-attack by that space station on U.S. soil as an excuse to destroy the station with a ground-to-orbit missile barrage that may already be on its way!/ -- Izzy (recording; on monitor): /You're all going to die if you don't get off that station *now!* I have no idea how much time you have left to escape!/ [END RECORDING] [RESTARTING RECORDING...] -- hC Agents: /*ABANDON SHIP AGAIN!!!*/ -- Dr. Shankraft (sadly): Nobody came to the reception. Dr. Biyu Daiyu: It was /*our*/ responsibility to capture villagers to attend the reception as I have done with the amphibian(s) utilizing a "rum ruse". Frog (in a cage holding up a sign that has a picture of Corsica on it): *Corsica demands to know why is the rum gone, but she is a bit of a lush!* === NOTE: Refs: _Chinese Spy Satellite_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=171215> | _Attack on U.S. Soil_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=180725> | Corsica (_last mentioned, unseen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=170831>) (_last seen_ <http://archives.sluggy.com/daily.php?date=170804>). | Flag | ||||
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-- Izzy: What just happened? -- Torg (exiting the control room to look at Bestseid): To survive, and to rescue my friends, I /had/ to bring Crushestro here. But I /*needed*/ a way to call him off. -- Torg (off panel; over the lifeless body of Bestseid): That's why I set up Monicruel. So I could call him off. -- Torg: Before anyone got hurt. -- Izzy (pointing at Torg): *Don't you dare feel sorry for Bestseid!* He shot my brother in cold blood! He's dying! Torg (shaking his fist at Izzy): *Your brother let Bestseid /IN/ here! And now you're dealing with Hereti-Corp?!?* -- Torg (angrily returning to the control room): I don't feel sorry for /anybody./ <**SLAM!**> -- <**Wrrr...**> (The shrink-ray is repositioned) -- Izzy: uhhh... /What are you doing?/ Look, I won't deal with Hereti-Corp any more. OK? -- Torg (from the control room): Too late! /*I quit!*/ Torg: You guys'll start *downsizing* soon anyway. Izzy: /*Ugh.*/ Puns again? /*Really?*/ === NOTE: OK I know all this just happened but it /was/ a long weekend, so... Refs: _Bringing Curshestro [sic: should be "Crushestro"]_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101019> | _The Setup_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101122> | _The Previous Puns_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/20101116>. | Flag | ||||
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(A window is broken, with smoke pouring out of it; a minion runs by in the foreground carrying a box labeled "LOOT", with another minion close behind him) Minion: Loot Loot Loot -- Izzy (on her laptop): News of this is leaking /all over the net./ Fuzzy details but enough to find us! Medic: Your brother can't be moved for 48 hours. Izzy: We'll all be dead by then! We have to leave /now!/ -- Medic: He *can't* be /*MOVED!*/ He'll /*bleed*/ to death! Minion Master/Anthony: You go, Izzy. This is my fault. Only one of us has to die. Izzy (holding Anthony's hand): I didn't fight this long to give up on you, brother. Sign above Anthony's bed: + Wash your hands! Anthony's phone: <musical note> *Ring!* <musical note> <musical note> *Ring!* <musical note> -- Minion Master/Anthony: Y-'ello. How's it going? | Me? Fine. Nothin' goin' on. Whazzup? -- Minion Master/Anthony: Hmm... | Interesting. I'll check. -- Minion Master/Anthony (holding his hand over the receiver): It's Hereti-Corp. They want Bestseid's Shrink Ray. But you told Torg we're not going to do business with Hereti-Corp right? -- Izzy: Can they get us a chopper Med-Evac to a secure med bay, like, /*now?*/ If so, I think we can deal. | Flag | ||||
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(A door starts to crack open into a dark room...) -- <**WRRR...**> (The computer/security/communications center in "MMH#13 SAFEROOM" comes alive; Torg enters with Chaz drawn, Izzy follows with a gun, and Riff peeks around the door) -- Isabella Abato (Izzy): I've planted enough incendiary bombs to flame this whole place, killing all the vampires. This saferoom will protect us from the heat and everything else for that matter. <TAK TAK> -- Torg: I'm not thrilled about being cornered. What about the back door you snuck in? Izzy: Anthony knew about the secret exit. So will the other Vrykolakas. They'll be coming in both points. Torg: Do they know about this saferoom? -- Izzy: They might if Anthony cared about it. They'll never infiltrate it in time. We see them on the security monitors here. Then, I blow all the bombs at once with my detonator, and we're good. (Riff is in the background, pulling something off the shelf) -- Torg (resheathing Chaz): OK, the bombs are planted. The saferoom is secure. Let's go carry Sam and Sylvia in here before our guests arrive. -- Izzy: /No!/ Sam and Sylvia stay out there. They're the /bait!/ Torg: That, Isabella, is /*not*/ going to happen. | Flag | ||||
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Medic (to a fleeing Isabella (Izzy)): /*Hey!* Help me push this cart! -- Izzy (running up to the hC helicopter getting ready to land): /*GO NOW!*/ -- Agent Drake: But we're supposed to pick up an injured... Izzy (jumping onto the helicopter): *GO NOW /OR WE'RE DEAD!/* -- (A vrykolaka vamp is chomping down on the neck of the medic, and two more are following Izzy to the helicopter...) -- Agent Drake: Do as she says! /*GO! NOW!*/ -- (The helicopter starts to take off; the two vryko vampires closing in...) -- (Both vampires leap for the helicopter) -- (Agent Drake sprays the vampires with machine gun fire - which at least stops them from reaching the chopper) <***BRAKKA BRAKKA BRAKKA***> -- Vampire (while he and his fellow vamp fall to the ground): /Ha!/ Normal non-silver bullets! Totally didn't hurt! (Lady Urja watches the scene from Anthony's bedside...) -- Izzy (in the helicopter): ***GASP!*** **HUFF-PUFF...** Agent Drake: You need to calm down! </Pause flashback> | Flag | ||||
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Sam: Torg wouldn't do that! Torg's a true friend! One of many I have because I'm so awesome! -- Torg: Step aside, Izzy. We're getting Sam and Sylvia! Isabella Abato (Izzy; blocking Torg): Torg, /listen to reason!/ They're vampires too! /Monsters!/ And if the Vrykos don't see them, they'll notice the bombs quicker! -- Izzy (crying): You want to rescue this 'Tweety' or whatever her name is? This plan fails if they notice the bombs! And when you come face to face with your friends-turned-monsters and have to drive a stake through their hearts, because you failed in this moment... -- Izzy (grieved): You will, without doubt, wish you had died here instead. Riff (holding a large tin can labeled 'Kale & Onions'): They're a stronger type of vampire than those Vryko-whatevers, right? Maybe they'll be OK! Torg (considering): hmmm... -- Torg (indecisive): HMMmmmm... -- Torg: /yeahhh/, *Nope!* We're bringing them in! (Riff has the can raised behind Torg) -- (Riff hits Torg's head with the can - turned so that K O is visible) <***CLONG!***> -- (Torg falls, unconscious, onto a bag of rice; the shelf next to the rice is labeled 'SPARE HELMETS') -- Riff (still holding the can): Sorry dude. -- Riff: Torg has a soft spot for Sam. Actually he /*never*/ understood. He doesn't know what the word "monster" means. But we do. -- Izzy (seated in front of monitors): OK. Now we wait. And then we burn them all. | Flag | ||||
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Torg: Who's Lady Urja? Izzy: She's bad news. And she's really powerful. But even she can't mist-away or dodge a blast radius. -- Izzy (removing her Minion Master helmet): This is personal, Torg. Get your guys and /leave!/ <Tik> <Tik> Torg: That might be difficult since Hereti-Corp and Kusari are on their way down here as we speak! Izzy: Who's Kusari? Riff: She's bad news. And she's really powerful. -- Izzy (continuing to remove her Minion Master helmet): Original. Anthony, before this idiot staked him, made it sound like Urja was nearby too. <K-SHhh> <K-SHhh> Torg: Let's find out. Tweety! How's it looking out there? -- (Tweety is on a balcony above the pillow fort watching the fight taking place outside from the window) -- (Kusari is crouched and getting ready to strike again; her left hand is still wrapped in the silver chain, and she holds a wooden stake, with silver chain, in her right hand; Lady Urja is furious) Lady Urja: **GRRR** -- Lady Urja (furious not only at being sucker punched but at losing Anthony as well; she is also in pain from the silver): *****AAAA!***** -- Tweety: It ain't pretty. === NOTE: Ref: When _last we saw Kusari's dropped chain-stake_ <http://www.sluggy.com/comics/archives/daily/160129>. | Flag | ||||
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-- Riff (over video feed): Crushestro's almost done with the second half of the mech's we need to direct-assault Hereti-Corp HQ. Taking down their space weapon means there'll be no stopping us. Separate window on the computer screen: F.I.D.O. (FIDO tracker) Separate window on the computer screen: <!> MEDIA ALERT! | Hereti-Corp on News 50 <!> -- Squishydodo (offering a dubious thumbs up): Y-yeah! Great plan, boss! Izzy: There's no rush Riff! It's big space out there! We won't be able to take down Flux-Nut-1 without a more precise location. Teresa is deep undercover. Totally dark. When she can safely get me into the Flux-Nut server we can proceed. (Behind Squishy, on the monitor is the "Nifty News Fifty | ***BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!*** | (***)Six Exclamation Points(***)") -- Riff: And how long should that take, Izzy? Izzy (off panel; over video feed): As long as it takes. -- Riff: Waiting sucks. (An open box cutter floats by Riff's head.....) -- (.....and punctures a hole in the inflatable spacecraft...) <***POP***> -- <***fssss***> (...as the air leaks out, Riff's head is pulled towards the rupture...) -- <***domph.***> (...Riff's helmet is sucked to the breach, momentarily stopping the leak....) -- <**DUK-T-T-T-T-T...**> (...Riff pulls out a strip of duct tape....) -- Izzy (over video feed): Well here's something to pass the time! Hereti-Corp appears to be in the news! -- Video Feed: Nifty News Fifty | ***BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!*** | (***)OMG! SIX EXCLAMATION POINTS!(***) | Flag |
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