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Who: Char, Samus
What: Buddy cop adventures: THE THRILLING SEQUEL. Buddy Cops vs. the Space Bees.
Where: a smidge of FDC combined with a hearty helping of Sinnoh
When: December 7/10
Warnings: He's a trash-talking fire-breathing reptile from the wrong side of the tracks. She's a deadly bounty hunting bombshell schoolteacher.

Although Char never really spoke of his Kerosene days or his former team, ever since the Aparoid War, he'd kept in touch with them. There was a tension, a forced sense of distance, still lingering between him and Aiden -- and it always would be there, he suspected -- but he remained on good terms with Adrenaline and Alkaline, the Primeape and Raichu that had once been his teammates. Although the two of them lacked fingers, they still did their best to mash their way into phone calls, emails, and incredibly unintelligible letters. One such letter had arrived only recently, accompanied by a small package.

It was a sweet gesture, really. Char had mentioned the impromptu trip to Sinnoh that had led not only to Nyx's evolution, but Green's return, and several happy celebrations ~~some of which involved liederhosen~~. Although they'd never been, they'd picked up on a Sinnoh trend, their letter explained (in large, crude letters), so they'd ordered some sweet-smelling honey from Sinnoh. Apparently, trainers there were in the habit of putting it on trees, and all sorts of Pokemon went absolutely nuts over the taste of it. Aiden's merry little household had fallen in love with the stuff, and their most recent acquisition was a new extra-special royal variety that came from a secluded place near Floaroma, and that stuff was alleged to be the best honey around. They'd decided to pass a small jar onto Kerosene, to remind him of his good times in Sinnoh.

Definitely a sweet gesture. But... it wasn't that he didn't like sweet stuff, but he really didn't know what to make of it. What was a guy like him going to do with honey? For lack of any better idea, he'd eventually settled on "annoy people with it", so he slouched his merry way into the school, jar in his pocket. His original plan had been to go dump some on chairs or in textbooks or on heads, but when he happened to notice the door to Biomech's room juuuust slightly ajar, the temptation was too great to overcome. Naturally, he stuck his head into the room. "Knock knock, Biomech."

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"It... messes with your head?" She gave him an incredulous look and then went back to examining the device in question, pressing buttons and prying open hatches. She had to admit, it didn't look like any technology she had seen before. Gauntlets that shot concentrated beams of energy or plasma or what have you, sure, but this was different. There was no ammunition storage from what she could see but... it stored something. A little more careful poking and prodding and it soon became clear what it was.

"...It stores Pokemon." She said flatly. Maybe it mind controlled wild Pokemon and had them do their bidding, and the glove was some kind of control. Like a puppet on strings...

It would be useful to have.

Samus eyeballed Char one more time again, certain he had not been physically harmed and then, with great reluctance, tossed the device in the river. It was clear it made him extremely uncomfortable, and if space bees were what they were dealing with, she was going to deal with them with her own way.

This guard was going for a swim too, and all it took was a simple nudge to get rid of him.

"Are you okay?" She asked Char.

Edited 2011-01-11 08:56 (UTC)

The guard's tumble into the river got a split-second flinch of movement out of Char. It passed too quickly to tell whether he wanted further away from the body or some idiot impulse was nudging him toward trying to fish the limp body out of the frigid water. In the end, he did neither.

No obstacles in his way now. Char let out a sharp breath, shaking his wings out as if trying to get some invisible weight off his back. He couldn't let himself get rattled that easily. Just... pretend it had been a humanized Rattata. Get it out of his head. He had no intention of looking like a coward in front of Biomech. It was far too late to pretend that he wasn't scared of death if humans were involved, but it wasn't too late to man up and try not to be a jittery pile of dead weight. "Never better," he replied, finally venturing back onto the bridge.

"That glove thing... it's like a pokeball?" It was gone now, probably shorted out completely by the water below, but definitely still on Char's mind. Pokeballs, in his experience, were places of comfort. The idea of a device that could bypass the battle entirely and simply scare a Pokemon into obedience... it didn't sit well with him.

He nodded his head toward the cave entrance ahead of them. "Bet we're gonna see a lot more of 'em in there." It was a guess, really, but as ominous as a device like that was for Pokemon, it was practically a godsend for humans: if they only had one of those, they wouldn't give it to some random sentry.

"I guess so." She did not have much knowledge of Pokeballs or how they worked beyond 'they dematerialize/covert Pokemon into some kind of energy and store them', and that sometimes they come in different types. She imagined the concept wouldn't be terribly difficult to translate in a gauntlet like that provided it just keep the Pokemon separated. Oh, if not that would be kind of... awful.

But if it used fear to control them, then something like that wasn't going to sit well with her either. That was something reminiscent of SPACE PIRATE tactics and she frowned. They should press forward and find out what was happening here, get to the bottom of this gauntlet and war wasp ~~beesiness~~ business

They crossed the bridge and approached the cave, Samus settled into being as silent as she could with her steps as she peered in. Snow was not very conductive to silence however, and furthermore Char's flaming tail was impossible to be stealthy around. Oh well.

Char followed suit, peering into the gloomy depths from over her shoulder. The inside was surprisingly roomy. A long tunnel wormed its way downward, deeper into the earth. Judging by the size of it, these honey-hunters and their space bees had probably found a long-abandoned Onix burrow and simply made themselves at home. A string of cheap, flickering lanterns hung from one side of the passage, barely enough to light the way. It was far cry from the professional, flowery image painted by the honey labels, that was for sure.

"Nowhere to go but down." Char glanced over to Samus, a tense little flick of his tail sending shadows jumping on the smooth stone walls. "Let's get goin'."

A few steps in, Samus noted the surroundings; the way the cave was constructed to the muddled up footprints going in and out to the lanterns hung above. It was barely enough to light the way, but her eyes would adjust to the dim lighting. Plus, there was an additional light source with her.

She wasn't sure if she wanted that though, as it readily gave away their position to anyone who might of been lurking around the next corner.

"Can't you do something about that tail?" The blonde eventually hissed.

Char shot Samus a look. He knew what she meant about the light source, but really? She was basically telling him to stop being so alive, as it was awfully inconvenient for her. She'd been a Charizard, she'd heard his little speech on the importance of those flames. She ought to have known that even if they could be problematic, those tails weren't just handy little flashlights. "Your heart's beatin' too loud," he whispered back. "Think you can stop it until we're done here?"

Still... she did have a point. He was brighter than the crappy little lanterns stuck along one side, and that didn't really lend itself too well to the element of surprise. Another inconvenience of having such an inhuman human form, then. That light was inescapable, no matter what. Char echoed the posture he'd shown when ducking behind the tree outside: he curled his tail in front of himself, wings stretching out to cover the flame. The light itself slowly receded a bit as he tried to get himself relaxed, scale back the fire inside. It wasn't going to get smaller than the lanterns' lights unless Biomech gave him the same treatment she'd given the guard outside, but the wings did help, at least.

That was what she was talking about. He did it in the forest, he could conceal it a little in the cave with his wings. Ingenious for it's simplicity, but Samus still worried it might not be enough.

Regardless, they pressed onward and downward. The air became warmer and started to thicken with a sweet scent--not quite honey but something sugary. Whispers of voices, scratching and faint clanging sounds. Around a corner Samus spied a group of men. They were busying themselves with something on the floor. Samus, however, had her eyes drawn up to the ceiling.

"A war wasp hive..."

She pointed it out the fixture to Char--huge, solid, misshapen half-tubes that were grouped together in a hive, resembling something more like a retarded upside-down termite mound hanging from the ceiling. Just below a reflection of that; another hive on the ground pointing towards the ceiling. That was a bit unusual. It currently had the attention of four men, from what Samus could see. They were all wearing more of those gauntlets. All around them, wooden crates, and in the darkness she couldn't see beyond that very well. Maybe sounded like machines humming.

Or bees buzzing.

As tempting as it was to go in Rambo style, Samus felt precaution take over seeing those gauntlets around their arms and she had little doubt Char would be able to see them too. They would have to go about this delicately. She exchanged a look with Char and huddled back around their corner, out of sight and hopefully out of ear-shot.

"Let's lure them behind this maze of crates and take them out one by one.

Edited 2011-01-26 18:22 (UTC)

Char didn't risk taking too long a look; Biomech's request for him to dim his tail had him plenty conscious of just how easily the light could give them away. It certainly didn't look like any hive Char had ever seen before, that was for sure. No sign if its inhabitants yet, but that was probably a good thing. He didn't imagine that angry swarms of space-bees would help any efforts to remain undetected.

Not that he expected being stealthy to be all that easy to begin with. He could be sneaky to a certain degree -- before he'd had the advantage of simply ambushing prey from the sky, he'd hunted on the ground as a Charmeleon. That, however, had been in broad daylight, not a dark, echo-y cave. Still, the crates looked to be stacked tall enough to provide good cover, even with his light. He gave Samus a quick nod, and the two of them moved out, darting behind the cover of a stack of the boxes.

As much as he'd tried to cover his flame, though, it was still a light. One of the four men looked up, squinting over at the dimly lit entrance. "Hey, did you guys see something just now?"

"No, like what?"

"I dunno, the shadows jumped for a second there. I thought maybe..."

"One of the lanterns is probably just low on batteries."

"No, I'm sure I saw something. I bet it's another Bibarel trying to get out of the cold." The man adjusted his gauntlet and headed toward the cave entrance. "We don't want another one getting into the honey. I'll go chase it out."

A lure wasn't a problem and sure enough the first victim came over to inspect the light flicker. It sounded like one pair of footsteps so Samus was quick to grab him after he rounded her crate. One hand to the mouth, another at his wrist, a leg behind his knee. In the next second the back of his head hit the ground hard and he was out cold. There was not enough time for him to scream or even utter so much as a grunt.

There was, however, the tell-tale thud of him smacking the ground, and the heavy gauntlet on his arm also made a clatter.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?

"Come on, get off your lazy butt." Two sets of foot steps approaching now, one to Char's side and the other towards Samus' again. When the figure rounded the corner of her crate again she repeated the same action.

However, this guy was remarkably taller than the previous and she grossly mis-estimated where to grab. His mouth turned out to be smack in the middle of his chest, and his wrist turned out to be his thigh. As strong as Samus was, this wasn't a good hold to try and flip him. He retaliated by backhanding her with that gauntlet of his.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Edited 2011-02-13 03:07 (UTC)

Char, meanwhile, had kept himself preoccupied with the other man. He seemed to have taken a page from Samus' book, albeit far more crudely. When his mark stepped into sight, Char simply swept out his tail, knocking the man's feet out from under him. He hit the cave floor face-first. It wasn't enough to knock him out; he started to push himself upright almost immediately. Char had already turned away: he simply raised his tail, then brought it swiftly back down on the poor sap's head. This time, at least, the guy stayed down.

Unfortunately, there had been four men to start with. Samus had just been struck by one, and his startled question had definitely roused the attention of the one left lingering around the hive. The proximity of another of those gauntlets, admittedly, jangled Char's nerves: he reacted less-than-calmly, coughing a burst of flame at him (and therefore dangerously close to Samus).

"Al? What the heck was that?!" The final man shouted, hurried footfalls rapidly approaching.

Edited 2011-02-13 08:50 (UTC)

Samus could take a hit but a metal gauntlet hit especially hard against bare skin. She reeled a step back just in time to see a burst of fire appear in front of her face, and consequently right in front of the grunt's face.

She took advantage of that and no sooner than did the flames clear was her fist smacking underneath the large man's jaw. This was going slightly less smoothly than she had hoped but it certainly could ~~bee~~ be worse. A follow-up punch had him down for the count. She glanced over and saw Char had taken care of his guy--a little sloppy but not bad. She couldn't say she was doing much better. Which left just one more. He was not taking any care to make his presence hidden.

"Wha..." He was greeted with his three pals eating stoney cave flooring and two intruders--a blonde and some crazy costumed kid with a really realistic looking tail...? Holy crow they took out Big Al. Fear gripped this guy and he took a step back, clearly debating whether or not to make a run for it.

He debated between that, or trying to use his gauntlet on them. That decision won out and much like before, bright rings of light came from the palm of the device, erratically aimed in the general direction of the two intruders. Nobody ever said fear was a rational, logical, decision maker. The desired effect was of course not achieved on Samus. At best, it granted her an instant-headache and certainly did not render her immobile. She did however, grip the side of her head with a groan and scowled at the guy.

"What are you doing?"

Edited 2011-02-15 23:11 (UTC)

Char, unlike Samus, was not quite so immune to magical fear rays.

Had he been a Perfectly Rational Person, he would have decided this was best left to Biomech. The casual irritation with which she responded to waves of utter life-threatening terror made it clear that she was not so at-risk. Even if this was most definitely not the kind of situation someone could bluff their way out of, it wasn't like it was that hard for a trained pro like Biomech to just make with the pew-pew or judo chop the guy into oblivion.

Perfectly Rational Char would then go on to note that oh, damn, someone had just gotten an eyeful of his human-self. Or... not-exactly-human-self. It would therefore be foolishness in the extreme to go and transform, proving that wacky getup was not a sign of a far too eager cosplayer after all. (Perfectly Rational Char might later reassure himself that even if this random individual knew what he was, it wasn't as though he could go around telling people he'd encountered a were-Charizard infiltrating his secret space-bee royal jelly cave and expect anybody to believe him.)

This, unfortunately, was Oh Shit Fuck Those Terror Dispensers Char. The last guy's shoddy aim with his gauntlet would prove to be his undoing: being directly in the line of fire was enough to anchor him, deer in headlights style, on the spot. Being kind of to the left of the line of fire still had fear coiling around his spine like a boa constrictor, but not enough to keep him still.

Al's buddy barely had time to spit out an indignant "What am I doing? What are you--" before that costumed kid suddenly swapped his getup for an extremely realistic Charizard suit. The guy lowered his gauntlet out of sheer surprise. Not so wise: it gave Char a clear path to bull right past Samus, clamping his jaws around the metal device. Apparently, he had forgotten that there was still a person attached to it: he shook his head fiercely, dragging the poor bastard off his feet as he bashed the gauntlet against the rock wall of the cavern, fire leaking out from around his jaws.

The unfortunate man, now pinned to the wall by his rapidly-heating gauntlet and one (1) set of angry jaws, was apparently also not a Perfectly Rational Person: instead of perhaps calling for help or announcing immediate surrender, he began to whimper, swear repeatedly, and whack away uselessly at Char's shoulder.

It all happened in the blink of an eye and Samus moved out of sheer instinct, only registering what was happening after she had just barely hopped out of the way of the angry dragon barreling past her, and after his maw was clamped around his arm.

She had no qualms about disposing of grunts, kicking helpless bad guy bodies into freezing waters or utilizing less-than-gentle methods of knocking someone out. ...But there was a line to be drawn between less-than-gentle and unruly and chaotic. Char's reaction, to be blunt, was that of a wild and frightened animal; unruly, chaotic and potentially dangerous. If not for the sharp, pointy, possibly-explody metal in his mouth than for the guy's poor ulna and radius. Not that she particularly cared but he'd probably whine and cry even louder and possibly wake up all the BEES.

Whatever these gauntlets did to Pokemon was going to be far beyond her personal understanding but there was no room for hesitation in his situation. First, silence the guy. He was a threat in Char's mind and she knew taking that variable out was going to better her chances of calming him down. Samus raised her gun and bounded a few steps towards the battle-locked duo.

"Hey, HEY!" Char had already done a very good job of immobilizing him so all it took was one shot to the head and he was unconscious. And since the Paralyzer was good at paralyzing, his face was frozen in an inappropriately hilarious terror. Then she threw herself at Char's side, abruptly pushing him away. "Stop it, that's enough!"

Edited 2011-02-20 04:19 (UTC)

Samus may have been a 5'2" wee slip of a girl, but Char was plenty acquainted with the ol' freaky lumberjack strength. His teeth twisted free of the device, the metal shrieking in protest as his heated fangs were wrenched loose. He reacted without thinking: fail to acknowledge the sting of broken, jagged metal being torn out of his mouth, fail to acknowledge the broken device clanking to the floor, still clamped around the also-unacknowledged man's arm. The only thing he paid any attention to was that something had hit him, and was therefore the immediate threat.

His mouth was already halfway to Samus' shoulder before he realized who he was about to bite. He forced himself into an awkward halt, open maw hovering over Samus' shoulder, breath coming in hot, smoke-laden little pants.

It occurred to Char that he was not being very helpful.

Quite the opposite, in fact. He was a bright light when they needed the cover of darkness, but more importantly, he was a Pokemon. That simple fact alone meant that so long as those fear-gloves were around, there was a chance that he'd lose his cool, blow their cover, maybe even wind up completely snared by one of those gauntlets. Sneaking into a place was dangerous enough without an unpredictable animal at your back.

Char withdrew his head, jaws finally closing. Anything that his dim, terror-addled little brain could come up with, Biomech had probably realized 10 minutes ago: she probably understood the situation far better than he did. Char retreated a few paces, craning his neck around the wall of crates sheltering them. With all four men taken down, the room was eerily still. The strange humming sound still echoed through the cave, but the hives themselves had no signs of life around them.

No more fear-gloves, at least for now. Char shot a look over his shoulder, back to Samus. She was the one who knew the enemy, not him, and she most definitely had to know the risks of Char being around, should any more of the "beekeepers" find them. The question in his eyes was clear: What now?

Samus rarely, if ever, flinched on a job but it was admittedly difficult not to do so when Char, in his most primal state, resembled the very same creature who had destroyed her parents and tried to take everything from her. She however, stood her ground and did not flinch despite his dangerous knee-jerk reaction. It would be a lie to say she did not also have a similar knee-jerk reaction...

Her gun was held firmly and pointed at Char and she looking at him no differently than how she had raised her gun to these cave-dwelling grunts, Frank, or anyone else she had ever raised her gun to. The moment he backed away though, she lowered her gun and was quick to holster it again. Samus let her stern gaze linger for only a second or two longer; a silent reprimand to not do it again.

Without another word, she approached the hive the four men had been gathered around, cautiously circling around it; once, twice, the third time was noticeably less cautious.

"No wasps...?" She kicked over a 1-foot start of a column, it crumbling under her boots. What now, indeed? The smell of bitter honey permeated from the hives but there was no one inside making them. At least, for the moment. Samus felt it was too early to start doubting herself--they had come so far already, and she could still hear signs of life elsewhere in the cave.

"I can hear something, it's just not here." So it was time to follow their ears, further down the cave and it wasn't long before narrow, dimly-lit cave passageways opened up to a larger cavern. Samus flattened herself against a wall and didn't bother hissing at Char for his built-in flashlight, for here was much better lit; much more busy. Machines, conveyor belts, crates and jars... a regular assembly line. The hum of machines was abundant, but the hum of insects could be distinctly picked out over the white noise.

"...a factory?"

A factory. That about summed it up. This was no small-time operation: whoever these guys with the magic powergloves were, they were serious about this. This was more than just a few little wasps: there had to be tons of the things around, if they were producing enough royal jelly to warrant mass-production. Those space bugs had to be close too, though it was hard to say if this was where their actual not-so-empty hives were located. There seemed to be a few of those weird structures dotted around the cavern, in the corners not taken up by machinery, but there was no sign of wasps in the air just yet, anyway. Yet, of course, being the key word.

Well, they could always wreck up the machinery. That would at least put a damper on the royal jelly farming. That alone would probably only amount to a temporary setback, though; Biomech seemed to have come here with extermination in mind, and if these wasps were really that dangerous, then that was probably for the best.

It wasn't necessary for Char to transform back just yet, especially if there was the possibility of wasp encounters lurking ahead. Char opened his mouth, letting a telltale flickering glow creep up the back of his throat: not quite a Flamethrower, merely the promise of fire. It was a question of sorts: would they, perchance, be wrecking some shit real good, or continuing with the stealthy approach?

Extermination happened to be one of Samus' specialties, as well as wrecking some shit up real good when she wanted to. Unfortunately for Char, she deemed to he heavily deliberating that, or the stealthy approach in this situation.

It was hard to tell. Messing things up here would certainly put a damper on their operations but she would rather confirm the kill--get that mission accomplished so she could go home feeling satisfied any and all extraterrestrial/invasive Apoidea were put in their rightful place.

In the end, Samus seemed tired of deliberating, knowing that they should at least start wrecking something--shake the proverbial tree and see what falls out. And she certainly had one nice, destructive asset on her side at the moment;

Him.

She gave him a nod and cocked her gun, hoping she could be just as clear with their silent communications.

Run in, guns blazing.

Char's mouth opened wider, showing off his teeth in the reptilian equivalent to a gleeful "kid in candy store" grin. This was the kind of shit that he was all about: to hell with trying to make his big orange ass be stealthy, he lived for the rampant destruction.

It was gonna be a risky move. They didn't know how many more people were behind this royal jelly operation, let alone how many wasps they might draw out by being a big, destructive threat to the hive. It was really unlikely that smashing all the equipment in was gonna go unnoticed, after all.

But then again, they were just bugs. Those fear-gloves were a real threat for Char, at least, but they had yet to see any actual Pokemon under the control of those gauntlets. Nor, for that matter, had they seen a single firearm. Not that they were all that likely to; even if you were the sort willing to go against the strict gun control laws in Pokemon regions like Sinnoh, the sheer prevalence of Pokemon as weapons of choice meant that even the criminal elements tended not to be packing heat.

Okay. Nothing to be scared of. They were gonna get guns blazing, alright.

Char raised a hand. All three fingers extended. The glow in his throat grew brighter, stray wisps of flame curling out from between his teeth.

Two fingers. His legs tensed, wings pulling in close to his body. Getting ready to run.

One finger.

None.

Char launched himself out into the open, surrounded by a halo of flame. A meteoric, head-on collision with a chunk of machinery sent sparks flying, unleashed a thunderous burst of smoke and noise. Jars of royal jelly were knocked loose, shattering and amplifying the sickly-sweet scent lingering in the air. If they were gonna announce their presence, then may as well make it flashy.

"What the hell was that?!" Such a loud and violent greeting caught any and all workers by complete surprise. Everyone stopped what they were doing and could only gawk as a Charizard and some blonde woman ran onto the main floor of their humble little illegal operation and proceed to royally ~~ha ha~~ fuck shit up.

The machine Char hit buckled and groaned, while Samus ran in gun--or whip, rather--blazing. It slashed through the metal like a hot knife through butter, shattering jars and catching crates on fire. Samus' little sparkly pink magical girl emergency pistol may have been non-lethal, but it could still catch flammable things on fire, and she'd use that to her advantage. Not that there wasn't already an impressive fire-starter currently present, but I digress. If she really wanted to take down this factory quickly and efficiently, she could just slap on the Power Suit and be done with it... but there was an inherent exhilaration about ~~continuing to comically keep Char in the dark about Justin Bailey~~ going commando, so to speak.

"Stop them!"

"What the FUCK IS GOING ON!?"

"Stop them now!"

Factory workers dropped whatever jars they may have been holding in shock (much to their partners' toe's dismay) and either ran or started to wave their gauntlets around in a frazzled frenzy. Normally one to play "tank", Samus decided to be the cover fire for Char, running in and drop kicking anyone with a gauntlet she saw and would leave it to him to take out the bigger crates, the heavier machinery and conveyor belts that crisscrossed the entire factory.

Provided he didn't loose his composure again...

Edited 2011-04-05 17:03 (UTC)

~~ONE OF THESE DAYS, JUSTIN...~~

This was exactly the kind of thing Char had been born to do. Sparks and shrapnel flew, crates of royal jelly burst into flame, and the air was getting hazier by the second with the smoke being belched out by both the ruined machinery and Char himself. The pump that had once automatically filled the jars was broken open and spilling pungent royal jelly all over the floor. In short, it was quickly becoming utter chaos, something that worked out to their advantage: they were, after all, outnumbered, and if the gauntlet guys didn't get their shit together, then it was much easier to keep up the rampage.

It was obvious from the start that they weren't prepared to deal with someone from outside of Sinnoh - someone who could take care of themselves without being dependent on a Pokemon. The gauntlets were the only weapons he'd seen so far, and those were all but useless against Biomech. More importantly... he had yet to see a single Pokemon. Their only possible option seemed to be getting the Charizard under control and pointing him toward the gun-lady, and as long as the workers were too shaken to make a proper pursuit of it, he was sure falling into their range wasn't gonna happen. If Char could stay on his feet and make sure he didn't get cornered by one of those gauntlets, they'd be golden.

But that, of course, was only true as long as Char was the only controllable thing around. A short distance to Samus' left, a pair of workers were huddled in terror behind the capsized, dented remnant of a piece of machinery, having a hasty, panicked discussion.

"We gotta get the wasps out of here, man! Before they find them and take them down!"
"What? Are you crazy? The wasps are our only chance of stopping these guys! We can control them! We'll send them after the lady, dump the body in the river, and make the Charizard ours!"
"No way! That's way too risky. That woman's got a gun!"
"All this noise is gonna bring the wasps out anyway! Listen, you can hear it, can't you?"

It was almost unnoticeable beneath the cacophony of shattering glass, crumpling metal, panicked shouts and dragon roars, but it was there nonetheless; the buzzing was getting louder.

It was a beautiful symphony of chaos. The destructive duo made their way through the factory, leaving no machine or crate undamaged. The crunch of metal, snaps of wood, shatters of glass, breaths of fire, dragon roars and gun shots rang throughout the cavernous factory. It was was fairly easy for Samus lost in the violent affair, so incredibly focused on obliterating every inch of this infernal factory and it's nonindigenious space wasp population.

Speaking of those, there would be another sound to add to the symphony of chaos; the very distinct hum of insect wings. Samus spotted the first line of defense; oddly, just a single wasp scout. Single or not, it was no less intimidating (http://images.wikia.com/metroid/images/d/d4/War_Wasp.png), bearing close to the side of a small dog, and with a stinger at least the length of it's entire body.

"Char! Wasp! Ten O'Clock!"

Wait, that was it?

The thing was smaller than a Beedrill. Heck, a Kakuna could have given it a run for its money. Char had been picturing some kind of Rhyperior-sized maneating abominations, not something that could have passed for a perfectly normal gross tropical insect. The stinger, admittedly, managed to look pretty intimidating; even the jabbiest of Beedrills could not have claimed to have a stinger that better resembled a lance.

A sudden hush came over the factory. Partially because one half of the smashy invaders had stopped his smashing long enough to check this bug out, and partially because the presence of that one little scout seemed to have brought the frantic, scrambling workers to a standstill. They all seemed to be waiting with bated breath to see what that one bug would do.

Char already had his jaws around the snapped remains of a guard rail, so he simply opted to fling it at the wasp. It caught the bug by the stinger, sending it doing an aerial somersault, but doing no real harm. The wasp, however, reacted like it had been mortally wounded: it let out a piercing shriek and raced off back the way it had came.

Huh. That was easy. That was really the big threat they'd flown all the way out to Sinnoh for? Char threw Samus a clearly puzzled look, not quite noticing that the workers' expressions were now hovering somewhere between terrified and triumphant.

That was when another wasp showed up. And another. And another, and another, and...

Edited 2011-05-07 18:44 (UTC)

Samus would be able to take a sting, maybe or even three but it would cripple her and make her an easy target for more. Not to mention it'd hurt like hell and that was something she could do without. Being a Charizard herself a few months ago had given her a better insight to their physiology--scales would fare much better against the wasp's weaponry than skin would, that was for certain, but this was still a dangerous situation.

The blonde shuffled closer to Char to form a back-to-back defense ~~and then she burned herself on his tail~~, gun at the ready. The wasps buzzed ominously, forming a neat circle around the duo.

"They'll circle around us, try to disorientate us, and then go in for a stab." Samus warned, "Don't give them a chance, they burn very easily." True to her word, the wasps went into their attack pattern, circling around and around, almost too fast to keep an eye on. The idea was not to try. Suddenly, about five of them stopped and swooped in for a kill. Shots rang out and Samus hit her mark... five times. Apparently Samus didn't want to give Char much of a chance either, though not without reason. They shouldn't stay here.

"Cut a path through them with your fire and let's find their hive."

If there was one thing Char was built to do, it was generate a heck of a lot of fire. His gut nagged him to try and train his eyes on the rapidly-circling wasps, to protect his back and the precious flame burning at the end of it, but if Biomech could be believed, trying to do that was just going to lead to him getting stung all to hell. Judging by how rapidly those shots had all connected, his back wasn't exactly wide-open, anyway.

He drew in a deep breath, coming out with a steady Flamethrower. Biomech was right - they did burn very easily. A few were swallowed up in the flame, a few more blundered right into it before they could reverse direction, and even more fell into confusion at the sudden stream of heat and death appearing right in the path of their circling. His tail curled itself in a loose circle around Samus - maybe to keep that flame between her and the wasps, maybe to make sure she didn't run off and leave his back unprotected - and began to move forward, taking advantage of the chaos in the insect ranks.

Okay, nest... something like that empty one they'd already seen, but probably bigger and more active. Somewhere in the direction that scout had flown off in. Char focused over that way, but movement and light at the corner of his eye managed to snag his attention again.

The gauntlets. They were being used again. His heart did a weird little jump before he realized that they weren't actually being pointed his way. It wasn't until his breath gave out and the Flamethrower faded that he realized: they were using them on the wasps. Before starting up another round of flame, he let out a sharp growl - things were escalating quickly, especially if those weird fear-gloves were actually going to work.

Indeed, they worked. Not very, well, as the wasps shuddered and abruptly changed their flight patterns amidst a flurry of buzzes, as if such a command was disruptive to their very core instinct. It was clear to see, however, that they now obliged their new metal-handed masters.

Under the control of the gauntlets, the wasps were acting in ways Samus was unfamiliar with. Their predictable attack pattern was being broken, and they were being strategically moved around Samus and Char more like chess pieces in the air. In a sense, the wasp's movements could be predictable if she could take a second to look over at the "trainers" and stare at the motions their arms were making, but alas, that was a second she simply did not have. Focus on the hive, that was the mission objective right now.

She nudged Char's back to press forward, blindly.

"Keep moving! Keep firing!"

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