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Post by neo on Jun 13, 2016 7:11:57 GMT
Four-four-one and Four-four-two each stand about fifteen feet tall. Four-four-two is bigger, because four-four-two has cannons on its back, but otherwise they're practically the same, decked out in flamethrowers, gatling guns, and energy thrusters. The robots aren't labeled, but Four-four-one is painted blue while four-four-two is only steel, no paintjob yet. There's a mansion here in Windsor Heights, one of many. This one has a hole in its side. Four-four-one and four-four-two have also trampled all over the (very small, very city-sized) lawn. The daisies are ruined. Four-four-one can fit through the hole in the wall, and it marches through. Four-four-two turns, scanning the area, on alert for any would-be heroes. Zero-four-five is about two feet tall and nimble. It looks a bit like a tiny dragon made of steel. It glides on titanium wings through the mansion until it finds a single briefcase. It grabs the briefcase and turns, heading back to the two fighter bots with its prize in tow. From her theater in Arkham, Neo watched her machines at work. Electromancer |
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Post by Electromancer on Jun 13, 2016 9:32:48 GMT
 She was not a voyeur.
...okay, maybe she was. Just a little bit.
Being a ghost already had so many disadvantages, she thought it wouldn't hurt to exploit the advantages as much as possible. It wasn't like she was stealing anything but glances in their incredibly posh homes, and her astral tush couldn't even feel their luxurious sofas and beds.
So, well, this meant that she had gotten herself into a certain rich person's house through their computer--- there didn't seem to be anyone around at the moment--- and taking a little tour of their absurdly spacious mansion. Wisely, she avoided the fridges and the other places that had food--- the sight of such succulent fare would probably just depress herself. She had instead appreciated the decor and the various furniture, much like someone going through a store with no intent of buying, and mostly amusing herself with how absurd some of the color and design choices were... and wondering if these things were really worth their price tags. Well, maybe they were cheap, but she doubted, with all the lace and gloss and glitter...
...ah, there was a hole. On the wall. In just the perfect place where the security cameras would miss it. It was really well done. Alice was pretty sure that wasn't a feature of the house. Also the robots that were outside... and the smaller robot moving to join them. Did she just stumble upon some theft?
Well, first things first. With a slight effort she jumped into the mansion's phone, dialing a number that was quickly getting familiar. "There's a trio of robots stealing something over here~" she sang. "Ah, right, here is in Windsor Heights, Block Five, Windsor Street, Number Five-five-five. Don't you think it's pretty repetitive to have a Windsor Street inside Windsor Heights? Anyway, hurry up!" And, as was becoming routine, she hung up.
...next were the robots. Unless they were alien-make, she was willing to bet she could fiddle with them...
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Post by neo on Jun 15, 2016 4:58:58 GMT
Neo could've sworn the house was empty. She wasn't here to murder anyone, and she'd deliberately picked a time when no one was around. Yet she was vigilant enough to track the police dispatcher, and she saw it light up and voices communicating a robbery report from... within the house? Impossible. She'd never be so careless. Zero-four-five bounded over the Four-four-two, clambering onto its back and nestling onto its shoulder with the briefcase in tow. All of them were poised to leave, but Neo hit her push-to-talk button. "Four-four-one, stop. I repeat, Four-four-one, stop. Stay. Four-four-two, carry on."She was a long distance away in Arkham, safe within an abandoned theater. Within, she kept all host of machinery, but the most useful of them was still her computer. She clacked away on her keyboard, and soon she was rolling out an update for Four-four-one: new orders, a different protocol for its behavior. The plan was to be in and out well before anyone noticed. So much for that. There were already police sirens but a few blocks away, and Four-four-one turned to march towards the noise. It could serve as a distraction, at least for long enough for them to lose track of the robots with the briefcase. Electromancer |
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Post by Electromancer on Jun 15, 2016 7:59:49 GMT
 Well, she'd sent them the message, and hopefully they took it seriously and sent someone who could handle the robots... although she might just be unlucky enough that the dispatch hasn't wised up to her calls and they'd still send the usual police. Then again, the burden on that bit falls on them... there were other things she could do, after raising the proverbial alarm.
She slipped out of the phone and went back to peering towards the trio of automatons. The smaller one had stuck with one of the larger ones... and the other larger one, the one that wasn't carrying the small robot, seemed to be positioning itself to cover their tracks. They didn't seem to be doing that before... had her calling law enforcement triggered something? Expertise with robots at this distance meant they could keep track of police too, she guessed. They didn't seem to be aware of anything yet, though.
Not wanting to reveal herself just yet, she approached the one who was marching forward, sneaking into its circuitry with as much stealth as she could muster--- that meant positioning herself inside it to control it at a moment's notice, while not disrupting any of its protocols until the opportune moment. It was a tight fit, and she had to be gentle and careful, but she thought she did a good job.
Now then... she thought, as she looked at the data this unit was receiving--- Four-four-one, how bland. If I was a villain, I'd label my robots Defenestrator or Exsanguinator or something. ---and what it saw through its cameras. The cavalry will be coming any moment now... and then I'll have some fun!
neo
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Jun 17, 2016 19:30:53 GMT
Post by neo on Jun 17, 2016 19:30:53 GMT
Four-four-one's readings flickered, but it was nothing unusual. Something as mundane as a nearby microwave could cause small fluctuations, so Neo dismissed it. She couldn't afford to worry about every little thing, and she'd already accepted that Four-four-one was probably lost to the police anyway--which was fine, the goal was the briefcase, whether all the robots made it back to her was irrelevant. As the police sirens grew louder, Neo issued a command to release smoke from the flamethrower attached to Four-four-one's arm. It gushed dark grey clouds around it. Slowly, it marched towards the police cars, leaving a dense smoke in its wake. Neo didn't intend on hurting the cops, but she did intend to delay them long enough for her other robots to get away. She scanned the area through Four-four-one's cameras, searching for something that would work as a distraction. "Four-four-one, scan for lifeforms inside the house." The search came back negative. Good. She was so certain there was nothing alive in there that it was nice to have it confirmed. Typing quickly, she started uploading arson.dat to Four-four-one. "Turn back to the house. Equip flamethrower. Flame on." There was, after all, no one inside, and what sort of city police force would ignore a burning house in the richest part of town? Electromancer |
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Post by Electromancer on Jun 25, 2016 3:14:10 GMT
 Clearly Alice was not yet privy to the workings of the villainous mind.
She had envisioned something like this: the cops would come, maybe with superhero help or something, and she could use the robot she had hijacked to help them take down the other two before she made it go up in smoke. Clearly her predicted version of events were too much on the dramatic side, as she panicked when the robot she was riding received... a more pragmatic set of instructions.
Wait, what, she's torching the house? What the heck?
So it was either she revealed her presence now, or the house would go up in flames--- and while she didn't really feel much camaraderie with rich people who had funky furniture taste, she could empathize with losing a home--- even having the money to replace it, it would take time to rebuild. On the other hand, if she made her move--- she remembered how, once, the programming of a robot managed to shut her out since she played her hand too quickly.
...well, maybe I could avoid that...
As the robot equipped the flamethrower, she made the precaution of cutting its signal from its owner. Then, she made the robot turn around... to dispense its flamethrower ammunition on the other two robots. Or well, as best as it could. The other two were quite a distance away, after all.
neo
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