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Pulse

"ALLOW ME TO PLAY YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLES M*****************"

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a character in “The New Teen Titans”, as played by PulseTrick

Description

So you want to know who I am ehh?
Full Name: Reguthul T'Iural
*Meaning: Loosely translated, Rénard Thule
*Nickname: Pulse
I was announced a boy at birth, wouldn't be goin' on any raids otherwise
Gender: Male
I'm sixteen of your planetary rotations
Age: 16
Tall enough to pilot a mech mind you!
Height: 5'10"
Not very heavy set actually, well, yeah. YARHARR
Weight: 110lbs
Appearance: Image


Distinguishing Features: -Silicon Sockets fitted behind his knees, on his elbows, in his palms, and at the base of his neck.
Ye need to look the part in my line of work, that includes the plugs.

Motto/Catch Phrase: Interesting, you humans carry such similar culture to my peoples
alternatively: ALLOW ME TO PLAY YOU THE SONG OF MY PEOPLES M*******************

Likes:
+Music
+Video games Oh boy, these are a few of me favourite, frivolties.
+Computers
+The thrill of the hunt
+ A good fight
Dislikes:
-Brutality
-Upstarts
-Curtness No need to be uncouth on the job, disgustin' that is!
-Sloppiness
-Unnatural itches
-when people ask him why he has plugs.

Weaknesses: Cannot fight hand to hand. Not usually fightin without anything, can't fight without it.

Fears: Being silenced, or worse, forgotten

Theme Song:

Keep running up that hill

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vP0ngiMBnas


Lyrics:

It doesn't hurt me.
You wanna feel how it feels?
You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?
You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?
You be running up that hill
You and me be running up that hill

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...

You don't want to hurt me,
But see how deep the bullet lies.
Unaware that I'm tearing you asunder.
There is thunder in our hearts, baby.
So much hate for the ones we love?
Tell me, we both matter, don't we?

You, be running up that hill
You and me, be running up that hill
You and me won't be unhappy.

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building,
If I only could, oh...

'C'mon, baby, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let me steal this moment from you now.
C'mon, angel, c'mon, c'mon, darling,
Let's exchange the experience, oh...'

And if I only could,
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems [x2]

'If I only could, be running up that hill.' [x7]



*Species: Unknown race of Pseudo-Human, from a forgotten race of technologically advanced star farers.
The species is credited for its higher reaction speed, lighter bone structure, and technological advancements; although they sometimes don’t see how close they get to technology itself.

Powers: Avast, you ask me what I bring to this little gunfight now do ye.
-Acoustokinesis- Sounds like that one hurt- Pulse is able to manipulate sound to such lengths through his specialized didgeridoos that the sound itself can become a physical object, or a rupturing sound wave.

-Bio-Magnetics- It's not magic yee superstitious planet lubber-Pulse can levitate all three of his didgeridoos, exchanging blows, and even parrying most attacks with them through various implants. Able to hold freely 26 lbs of matter.

-Cybernetic adeptness-YAHARR, I DODGED YEE!- Very few people ever manage to land a hit onto Pulse, as it requires immense precision to get past his augmented body

-Circular breathing- No breaks required- If any thing energy-based comes to attack Pulse, it will most likely be duplicated, absorbed, and discharged at random two-fold, this is a system that is programmed into his implants too keep him alive, and is very painful. Such effects can only happen twice every 12 hours, or else risking the melting of his implants, which would require re-installment; a process that he doesn't want to to go through a second time. If it is used more than twice The energy is discharged through his mouth, then climbs over his body before discharging. Electrical energy isn't the only energy applied either, Kinetic energy, Chemical energy, and Thermal energy all fall under the scope of this Back-up procedure. Up to 500 newtons of force or 9600 joules.

General Skills: People skills, good dancer, financial specialist, adept in combat. It's not all about fightin, a bit of it is dancin!
*Arch Nemesis: None yet Should one challenge me though, they will not stand up long enough, lest be an arch

Personality

Personality: Cocky, friendly, and quick-witted, Rénard is always looking for a good joke, or to inspire his “crew.” If he doesn't get his way, he makes sure that whoever has stopped him doesn't get theirs either. During battle, he faces each adversary with Wild abandon, taunting them all the while, never being able to keep his mouth shut. He has no qualms about taking things from others, but in his families line of work, nobody got hurt, and it wasn't malicious, it was just business. Any villain he sees on earth though, he won’t tolerate, because their trying to make a name for themselves. You have to be born into greatness.

I'm a good person, I studied in school, learnt my trade from my father, and extinguish upstarts regularly

Equipment

Equipment: No costume, therefore fragile in hand-to-hand combat. A small price to pay for lookin' so damned good
Carries Three Promethium Didgeridoos

The Ultistar

Image


Me pride and joy, bought her meself!

Equipped with:

Right hand: AR-0700 03-Motorcoba Assault rifle
Left hand: ER-0705 Laser Cannon
Back weapons: MP-0901 Hi-act Missiles
RD-03 Pandora Radar Unit
Merge-tec: creates an environment inside of Mech that negates all G activity.
This allows Rénard to survive speeds that normally liquefy humans as the Mech becomes a life-support system.

Specs:
Movement speed
On land
no boosters- up to 50 km/h
boosters up to 300 km/h
In air or space
Regular- up to 400 km/h
Quick boost (dodge)- up to 600 km/h
Overed boost (really fast)- up to 3000 km/h
16.4 feet in height
2 metric tonnes net weight
When the Ultistar is given a green light for landing, it is referred to as…

-Star Call- Pulse can call down his Mech, the Ultistar from earth’s orbit, provided it is in good condition, charged, and in a position for the exact trajectory necessary for quick entry.

History

After being kept safe by his father, the great Pirate lord Y’Nersg T'Iural’s authority, Reguthul was eventually sent off to school after school where he only seemed to want to do math and music. This strange mix of courses confused his father, who decided that “You know what Reg, pick a planet, conquer it, and I’ll let you be my successor.” Overjoyed to hear this, Reguthul immediately made arrangements, paying out of his own earnings from various raids, to outfit himself with a better Mech, Bio-magnetic implants, specialized weapons training, and the mixture of Tech and sound, to give him the ability of Acoustikinesis. With these new gifts, he was left on the moon, where he set up a satellite that would hold his mech, the Ultistar, and climbed into a drop pod, where he plummeted towards Jump city.

Other: TITANS ************ KNOCK THOSE DOG’S HEADS OFF (titans go)

So begins...

Pulse's Story

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entrance to atmosphere in -10- seconds

He was on his way. breathing softer than he had been moments before. He had to calm himself, as the fact of him being able to assume his fathers position as pirate lord had overtaken him with a bit of hyper-ventilation. That was the one goal he wanted above all else, to be a great leader like his father before him. He rolled his head back into a plug, fitting it into the appropriate socket at the base of his neck. A real-time view was displayed, and he watched himself go feet first into hell, no nausea of course, he was accustomed to high-speeds. His own personal craft, the Ultistar, was one of the fastest recorded in all of the universe. It was currently in orbit, waiting to be dropped at his beck and call. He focused, causing the view to zoom in, trying to infer the point of his landing. It looked like he was going to land in a a small patch of greenery. As he plummeted closer, he observed that, it wan't actually that small. He adjusted his collar, making sure to set the language setting to adaptive. He just as easily could have programmed it into his mouth, that like the rest of his body, wasn't entirely organic, but unfortunately, he did not like learning things from a kiss like the Tamaraneans, the galactic super-race which his family staged many a raid on, succeeding almost every time. He was so at home with raiding, that it would probably be no problem to conquer..the entire planet. Maybe total war wouldn't be the best course. As the altitude dropped rapidly on the Altimeter, Reguthul T'Iural came up with an idea that would less likely end with his death.

He was going to become the greatest hero ever.

He removed the plug from the socket, and checked to see that his tools were in the correct places. The L.P.D., or landing point designator, was safely tucked into his pocket, and his three, cherished, promethium Battle Horns, were locked into a wall. He snapped them out of their holding nooks one by one, releasing one to let float as he went to the next. His Bio-magnetism was to thank for that, he was able to exchange each one with a martial art taught to him. Hiten.

A warning light flickered, and he stood, waiting for landing. The jet-engines hummed, and began to push under him, trying to reduce the impact speed. The matte , solid wall in front of him glowed and turned transparent. He was through the cloud cover, burning through the atmosphere.

3...
2..
1..

He stood as the pod made impact in the park. As the door jettisoned open, flying an odd meter or so, Reguthul stepped out into the sizable crater left by his entry. His three horns floating around him. The first thing that was necessary was language, so as he heard yelling from a ways away, he chose to turn, collect the horns into a bunch and suspend them behind his back (so it looked like they were hanging there), and walked straight towards the ruckus. There were two. A young male was it? perhaps this was, Oh...
This was earth.
Shit.
Maybe it was better that he hadn't brought the mech after all. he stepped up to join in the conversation with the boy, a girl, and that... thing

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Abaddon was sitting in his base. He was inside Slade's base. A bit redecorating was done though. It looked more formal now, but the flames where still there. There was a large smooth floor with Slade's logo on it. A long and steel stair way was connected to the floor and lead all the way to Abaddon's throne. The throne was black and had spikes on the back of it, making it look very wicked. The flames from the boilers where still behind him as he sat on the throne and he was surrounded by computer screens held by skinny robotic arms. Abaddon was looking through all the security cameras to Jump City, as he hid in the shadows sitting on his throne. He watched as the newcomers arrived to the battle field between that ape and the girl. He was also very curious by this 'ape' thing. Fore it looked very strong, yet not intelligent at ALL. No sign of it in him, he was not even able to speak English. Abaddon looked at the screen rubbing his hands together. "Hmm, new heroes. They seem worthy as foes, but that 'ape' seems much more worthy then a mere foe. An ally, that is what he will be. Yet, I still want some fun with him." Says Abaddon to himself as he smiles under the darkness of his hood. He then reveals a button on his throne and presses on it. Lights then start turning on five by five, revealing a small army of Slade-like robots. The robots are then seen on Abaddon's screen, scattering across Jump City. They are looking for one thing, the new heroes and that ape.

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A loud, guttural shout pulled Melanie from her worried, racing train of thought. The beast of a boy made sounds that, though at first sounded like nothing more than snarls and grunts, seemed to be a form of communication. Her mind racing to solve the puzzle, the translation she came up with moments later was:

“YOU WOLN”T BE ABLE EAT ME! I’M TOO STRONGRRRAH!”

He spoke?

He could communicate!

A smile lit up Melanie’s face just as a wide grin spread across his, growing as his eyes searched for her but failed to spot her from her concealed place. He roared again, beating his chest fiercely, which she translated as a challenge.

“CURM ON THEN!”

So she did. Cautiously stepping out from her hiding place and into his line of sight she looked him over, tensed in case he charged. ’Maybe I can talk to him,’ Melanie thought, golden eyes fixed on the boy who was glaring right back at her, cheeks still red. ’He attacks like a beast would, but his strategy and technique says otherwise.’ Her computer brain racing in place of her heart, ’If I can just get close enough without being attacked maybe I can communicate with him.’

Of course, before she got a chance there was another, less guttural voice. “Having fun without me, you two? I’m offended. I run around all night with no action, and here you two are, fighting to your heart’s content all without myself.” Melanie’s eyes found the source of the voice and identified it as a man. He was obviously a human, dark hair, tan skin and everything. His words made his cocky demeanor apparent as he scolded the two of them playfully. “Now, now, don’t fret. I’m a forgiving man, but maybe you could explain yourselves?”Melanie was quiet, not trusting herself to speak until she’d had a moment to think.

A moment was all it took for the human super-computer.

”Alright; I don’t know who or what he is but he thinks this is his territory and that I intend to eat him.” Melanie said, her voice carefully void of betraying emotions besides a distinct urgent tone. She paused after each time she referred to herself, clearly advising that this new comer leave before he got hurt. ”I need to get him away from here before someone gets hurt. He seems able to communicate, and since I can’t physically remove him, I might be able to talk to him.” Then, without another word she stepped forward she spread her arms in a gesture dismissing hostility, although she was notably standing a careful distance away before she took a deep (and unnecessary) breath.

”I do not want to hurt you!” Of course, Melanie felt very stupid shouting the simple phrase so slowly, but she didn’t know how good the tribal beast’s concept of understand was. ”I am Melanie. I come to protect the people here.” She hesitated a moment, then added, ”The small, two legs. People.” and made a gesture with her hand with two fingers walking. Though she was not blushing it was clear the exchange was making the girl feel awkward as this was very embarrassing, but especially degrading to her super-computer mentality.

So mortified was she that Melanie did not even notice the approach of… some kind of robot? The power levels it was giving off was the reason it finally caught her attention. Trying to identify the mech, she was unable to and guessed by the intricate design it was not known to this world. Of course, this was her computer brain thinking. Her human thoughts were a little more like, ’What the flip is going on!? A beast? An alien? This sounds like the start of a bad joke...!’ Melanie always had a good sense of humor.

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One of the drones then notices Melanie and the ape. It then looks out to the distance of the city and makes a loud alarm sound that your phone will make. More of the drones then stop searching and enter the area with this specific drone. The entire squad was now up and looked at the ape and the newcomers. One of them noticed Melanie speaking in a different tongue.

Abaddon watched through the eyes of the drone and was searching for a match to the ape's tongue in order to communicate with it. He finally finds one, one of a frost troll of sorts. Abaddon then sends the info of this new tongue to the drones with a wireless connection of sorts. The squad then stand up stiff as a green light flashes in their eyes. The green light fades away and the drones get back in their position. They then split up and surround the area involving the heroes as they charge at each of them, ready to attack.

Abaddon watched as the drones charged. One of the drones threw a little bead of sorts towards the ape's head. It then lightly lands in the ape's ear, stuck in it. Abaddon then puts his hand inside his own hood and speaks to the ape with his new 'walkie talkie'. "Hello my friend, I understand that this 'creature' will attack you. So just fight it! Don't hold back with your strength and fight the others too." says Abaddon in the ape's tongue. He had to pause a bit after every word in order to find the translation on his super-computer.

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White eyed the golden eyed shape shifting bird as it finally came into his line of sight. They stared at each other for a few tense moments, each looking the other over. White tried to spot some sign of her invisible wings, his eyes daring across the two-walker's shoulders. Still, he couldn't seem to spot them despite his desperate searching. If only he could find the creatures wings and disable them, he knew he would have the upper hand. The longer he looked, he began to get irritated.

His anger growing, White was just about to charge the creature out of impatience, when his attention was grabbed by a rather soft, yet intricate stream of noises. He snapped his head in the direction of the noises to see a two-walker approaching slowly. White cocked his head to the side at the appearance of the two-walker. There was no fear in its eyes, it even looked rather relaxed as it approached.

Before White could figure out why the two-walker was approaching, he heard a similar soft stream of intricate noises coming from the flying creature. He snapped his attention back to the shape shiftier as it apparently called out to the approaching two-walker. This went on for a few seconds before the golden eyes turned back towards White. He stepped back as the creature spread its arms out to the side, though he quickly recognized this as a intimidation tactic. The bird-thing was making itself look bigger to try and scare him.

Then the golden eyed creature called out in a rather strange fashion, it was like it was trying to speak, but it was indecipherable by the young ogre. The creature continued talking as it made strange motions with it's hands. White squinted his eyes in confusion and suspicion. It looked like it was trying to be submissive in some way. It's demeanor had changed quite a lot from when they had been fighting earlier.

A snapping twig alerted White to the appearance of yet another two-walker. This one even looked quite weak and sickly. He started darting his head back and forth between the two two-walkers and the bird-thing. All this was starting to confuse him. None of it made sense. He grit his teeth. He didn't understand. Why weren't the two-walkers running from their predator the bird thing?

Then, in perhaps the most strange turn of events, a small little bug flew in White's ear. Then he heard a voice coming from it. As he dug in his ear it spoke in broken words. He could only understand a few of the words, but the intention was sort of clear. The voice was telling him to attack the bird creature and the two-walkers. Unable to dig out the bug, White shook his head and it dislodged.

Finally, White gave up in anger. Two-walkers unafraid of their predators? Talking bugs? It didn't matter. He would just take out the golden eyed bird-thing. In his annoyance and focus on the golden eyed girl, White failed to notice the charging drones.

"I'M THE KING OF THESE TWO-WALKERS! YOU CAN'T EAT THEM EITHER!" White yelled in his language as he rushed the bird-thing. His plan was tackle it to the ground and then he would have the advantage. Surely he was better at grappling than any kind bird creature!

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"Who died and made you king?" Rachel spoke out to the man-ape thing, sitting up on her bench that she had previously made a temporary bed of, and revealing herself from the shadows of the night, ignoring the circle of drones that have surrounded the small group of people.

She was already annoyed from all of the yelling, waking her from her slumber on the cold bench. Reaching for a quarter in one of her pockets, she stood up and started walking over in their direction.

"Anyways, beauties, can you just lower it so I can go back to sleep?"

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Earlier that day, Rachel had wandered through the park, just to pass time, as she didn't really have much to do aside from wandering from place to place within the confines of Jump City. R'hul had been annoying her with his usual "do this, do that, you should help that lady, you shouldn't do that" mumbo jumbo, and she was just trying to stay away from him mentally. Quite a hard feat to accomplish when two minds are sharing a single body.

She had heard reports about this man-ape thing, but had simply put the whole idea of it aside, and had simply went on with her usual activities list of doing things a normal person would do. But Rachel had guessed that she had fallen asleep on one of the park benches for some time before.

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Taking notes of these wierd people around her, she wanted to peacefully settle this before R'hul would go rambo-style and do more damage than what would be neccessary. Some young male in a black and yellow jacket and jeans, somewhere in his twenties perhaps. He looked familiar, but Rachel just wasn't able to put her finger on the idea of where she could have seen him before. Then there some frail kid that had one word to describe him - wierd...

And then there was the blond haired girl that was no taller than her. Not much told Rachel who-or what she was- so she had simply passed her eyes over to the man-ape thing that the others decided to circle around.

White hair... horns... scantily clad... this character was quite out of the ordinary, belonging in the mountainside and not in the city.

"Well, beauties, what's it going to be? Settle this elsewhere and let me go back to sleep, or do I need to bring out Big Nasty? And you really don't want him around."

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Well, it looked like the girl saw him. He stood right were he was, letting his translator analyze what was being said. It fixed itself onto what seemed to be a pre-historic language of earth. He realized what had happened. The translator had analyzed the beasts speech, and copied that instead. As the language started to write over all of his thoughts, he frantically searched for an option, then mortified, he found one. The old Tamaranean. Another girl awoke from a nearby bench, and sat up. She seemed to be a "better" source for him to extract knowledge from.

"Well, beauties, what's it going to be? Settle this elsewhere and let me go to sleep, or do I need to bring out Big Nasty? And you really don't want him around."

Well, there was always fun in challenge. He would make sure to yell heartily in a pirate fashion before dying. His translation module re-routed itself from its collar into his jaw, and he stepped forward. Walking up to her, he bent over, grabbed the back of her head, tilted his own, moved in,

And sealed whatever fate lied ahead of him. The buzzing of something being completely blocked out by his focus, and anticipation.

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“Alright; I don’t know who or what he is but he thinks this is his territory and that I intend to eat him.”

Among many different responses, Sprouse was not really expecting such an answer from her. Evans just laughed a bit in response. “Eat him? Really?” Considering how the fight appeared to be going, Sprouse would believe it if it were the other way around but….. “What else?”

“I need to get him away from here before someone gets hurt. He seems to be able to communicate, but since I can’t physically remove him, I might be able to talk to him.”

“You can try that but…..err….” Sprouse was cut off as she took a step forward and struck an odd pose. To top the oddity off, she then started to speak slowly, which evoked a small smile from Sprouse, who was standing back to watch the whole affair. So far, this situation had probably been the most comedic out of anything he had been involved in in quite a while….and he had only been there for five minutes! Less, even!

Evans was simply watching for a moment, but then noticed something odd about the girl in front of him. He couldn’t quite place it, but he ‘felt’ something about her that was not necessarily normal. But what was it? Almost felt like she had more electrical currents running through her than a person should, but that couldn’t be right. She probably had some form of machine enhancing her or something. Evans dismissed the feeling and concentrated on the the white-haired brute until….

*CRASH*

Something that looked like a drop pod from a space movie had came from the sky. When a robotic-looking fellow stepped out of it, Sprouse assumed that that was in fact what it was. “Guess we’ve got a party star—“

Cut off by an attack by some form of drone, Evans retaliated via a small lightning bolt to the little bugger. While it did not take long for him to hit the thing, he missed seeing the drone shoot something into the brute’s ear. He would have probably not have understood why the brute was shouting in the first place, but because he was not speaking English, it was pointless to try to comprehend the screaming.

“Who died and made you king?” yet another person stated, coming out from the darkness of the night. It didn’t make sense to him at first, but he then realized that maybe she could understand Smashing. She was a young girl, who wore a green tanktop and for some reason, attracted Sprouse’s eye a bit more than the other girl. She continued. “Anyways, beauties, can you just lower it so I can go back to sleep?”

Sprouse smiled. Was this love? She seemed like a really cool person. Ignoring the obvious danger of the situation and speaking so nonchalantly…. Oh wait, maybe he was just a narcissist. She acted like him, a bit. Yeah, that was probably it. He couldn’t say he didn’t like himself, and things that remind him of himself. She continued after a delay, during which, Sprouse was checking her out. Not so much in a flirty sense, but just seeing if there was anything about her that her looks would give away. Aside from the quarter she was flipping, nothing. “Well, beauties, what’s it going to be? Settle this elsewhere and let me get back to sleep, or do I need to bring out Big Nasty? And you really don’t want him around.”

Sprouse smirked. “Well, I’m glad you can see perfection when it’s staring at you, but let us not digress. I believe this is a public park, and you’re just going to have to deal with us for the moment.” He explained, calm as ever. “Sorry, but it’s too nice out not to play…” and then the girl’s voice from before reached his ears before he could speak to Green any longer. “You need help?” he asked. “Well all you had to do is ask. I’m sure Macho Man over there would prefer playing rough with another boy, no? Question is; Conscious, or unconscious?” he asked simply, referring to what condition she wanted the brute in. “Oh, and I’m Sprouse. But you can call me Livewire, if you want.”

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“...and you’re just going to have to deal with us for the moment.”

When Rachel realized that this stranger was speaking to her, she narrowed her eyes into a slight glare towards him. For a split second her eyes had connected with his, but even though it was much less that a second, it was simply for the purpose of sending the message of don't mess with me.

Flipping the quarter one last time, she snatched it out of the air with her right hand, then immediately crossed her arms as an attempt to intimidate.

"Well, sweets. You're not perfect yourself -" but almost instantly as those words left her mouth, her head tilted back...

...and felt the lips of somebody else land upon hers. Within a split second, she realized that it was the weird, frail-looking kid, and she didn't realize of how tall he really was until right now. Taken completely by surprise, her eyes wide, she uncrossed her arms, with the next feeling being that with her left hand, rolled up into a slight fist, making contact with her assailant's cheek. Immediately, she pushed herself away from him, her hand slightly throbbing in pain as if she had punched a brick wall.

Stepping back towards a nearby trashcan, she rummaged blindly through it to find some form of defensive weapon, and found one. She removed it, noticing that it was...

...a spoon?! This could totally work, need a little help here, robobrain, she thought to herself, hopefully trying to get some mental assistance from the alien that resided within her own head. After all, some stranger had attempted to kiss her, but he was just not her type. Silly girl, he was trying to learn your native language. As if you didn't know, I connected to the communication device that was in his mouth.

Why couldn't you just say that before?

Because you didn't ask...

It was apparent that she was arguing to herself, as the thoughts of the two personalities argued against one another, until she snapped her attention back to the stranger that had tried to kiss her.

"Look kiddo, I don't know who any of you are, and I just want to go back to sleep, but I have this spoon and a quarter, and I'm not afraid to use either one!"

As an electrical current became visible around her, snaking itself around her body, Rachel took quick aim at a nearby drone, and tossed the spoon in its direction, instantly vanishing. A split second later, the spoon had reappeared, its destination ending up within the side of the unlucky drone's head, where it had done some noticeable damage, as the energized projectile had ripped out half of the drone's head off with a built up charge of electricity and the sheer amount of inertia.

"Well, no more spoon, but I still have a quarter. What's it going to be, sweetcheeks, are you going to apologize to me, or do I have to go bain-capital and restructure somebody's face?"

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Yawwwwnnnnn. Why do I do this again?” Aura asked herself. It was pretty late at night. She was lying on her back rather uncomfortably on the roof of a tall building. Rubbing her eyes, she gazed over the edge and down on the ground below. Squinting, she could see the park not too far away. It was a beautiful patch of green that brightened up the bleak, crime ridden city. She flipped onto her stomach, and did a ‘seal’ stretch, feeling her back crack sending a wave of relief up her spine. Sighing, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the building. The cooling breath was a welcomed feeling, as is swayed her hair this way and that way. Letting out a deep breath from her mouth, she opened her eyes once more to watch the city. “Oh… This… Is… Soooo… BORING!” Aura exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. “Why can’t something interesting happen every once in a while!” She grumbled to herself, crossing her arms indicating she was very annoyed. Not two seconds afterwards, a loud, ear splitting bellow ripped open the silence that was cloaking the city.

Letting out a small squeal, Aura jumped up and back, landing on her butt. “Geez… I didn’t actually expect something to happen,” She smiled as she stood up and brushed off her spandex outfit. Many people would find it uncomfortable, but she had to wear leotards for gymnastics so this was a step up. It outlined her body shape, every curve and movement. Aura waited patiently for another sound, in hopes of following it. It wasn’t in any language she understood, and she spoke many. Another loud sound was sent through the city. “The park. Got it. Now… how to get there…” She pondered on her few options. Looking left, she saw that the next roof top was a few stories down. “Let’s hope this works…” Aura mumbled as she momentarily took a step back, than sprinted towards the edge. Moving her hands in a swirling motion, a little cushion of air formed directly underneath her, and she went into her tuck and roll position.

Aura landed with a grunt, and rolled a few feet. “It worked!” She exclaimed happily as she leapt to her feet, but a bit too soon. Her legs suddenly felt like lead, and she dropped onto her knees. “Damn… I’ve got to make sure I don’t over work myself…” She said in-between pants to regulate her breathing. After a few moments, she stood once more, and gazed across to the other roof. It was about the same level as the one she was currently on, maybe a few feet shorter. She took another running leap and landed this one a bit more gracefully, not have to tuck and roll.

A few building leaps later, she was located on the roof only across the street from the park. Looking over the edge, she realized just how tall this building was. She had underestimated. It was about ten stories high. “If I fail… I’m dead. Lets do it!” Aura spoke to herself, getting ready before she started to think how stupid of an idea this was. “Its not flying, its falling with style!” She yelled as she ran full force at the edge.

Just before reaching the side, Aura jumped, pushing off as hard as she can with her legs. Completing a front flip, she allowed her body to spiral like a football. You could see a… shell of sorts form around her. Her rate of decent was gradually lessened, until she was even with the ground. Her air bullet cocoon was flickering on and off. Aura stuck her hands out in front of her, her palms facing out. The mini-whirlwind slowed, until it just disappeared. Aura found herself, once again, in the tuck and roll position. She rolled quite a bit until she rammed into some trash cans with a loud clatter. Her spine straightened out, and she was lying flat on her back, the world spinning.

Letting out a loud groan, Aura sat up slowly, putting her hand on her head. “Ow… never again…” She muttered. As far as she could tell, her head wasn’t bleeding, so that was good. Rolling each of her shoulders, she stood up, and glanced around. Good thing no one noticed… Letting out a sigh of relief she stood up and looked at the park only across the street. I hope the beast that made that sound didn’t notice either… Crouching down, she creeped across the street. The bushes made for good camouflage… well it probably would have if she wasn’t wearing a bright blue and red spandex outfit. She just hoped that no one would be smart enough the see her. Poking her head out, she could see a man barely wearing anything, a girl with blonde hair, and two other guys, one of which who looked like he was twenty. Yet another girl spoke from where she was asleep on a bench. “What in the world is going on here…” She was completely dumb founded when some robots attacked them. Blinking, she pulled her head back into the bush, not noticing how much noise she made. Sitting in the bush, her legs were crossed, and she was deep in thought.

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The punch had connected like he had expected. Those Tamaraneans were into some crazy stuff. He had the strange feeling afterwards lingering. Like somebody had slipped a pill into his drink, but instead, he felt it in his jaw. That girl wasn't human, or at least, not completely. Those threats were pretty human though, but not very scary, now that he understood what they were all saying. His head snapped to the right as he finally noticed that absurd buzzing. They had some unexpected company in the form of... small buzzing things. He watched in confusion as his little lexicon threw a spoon at a drone, piercing it with an impressive light show.

"Sorry about that lass," He apologized, massaging his bruised cheek, "just wanted to get me bearings." He pulled a didge from behind him, turned, then slammed a drone down into the grass. It seemed that people were piling up, he made a head count just for a record he was probably never going to use, "Alright, we have the ape-thing, that girl who just flies, this guy, a bit to edgy for me tastes, and then of course," he turned to Rachel, that is, if she even knew her own name. "Me little Lexicon. I apologize again, but I can probably solve this problem."

He took out another didge, and held the third out behind him, ready for a bit of exchange action. A robot charged him, bearing down on him as his target merely walked towards the mechanical assailant. As the grotesque mech reeled back for a punch, he was met with a blow to the face. The head spun around, only to stop, staring straight down the long, promethium horn. Reguthul, or in the earthen translation, Rénard, was holding onto it with two hands, leaving the other two to float behind him in an X-pattern.

His focus was a large, blast note. Short, loud, and bursting. The drone itself had no idea what he was in for, and was quickly shaken apart. Trees in the direction of the blast zone rustled loud enough for the rest of the drones to hear.

"WHO THINKS THEY CAN BEST ME? YE ARTIFICIAL DOGS!"

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Yet another drone had been shaken apart. Rénard turned to see the others trying to calm down the ape thing, smirking as he saw it was working. Humans sure were resilient and innovative. There were a few more drones left, and one was walking right towards a girl, who was just standing there.
There was never a better moment, as he stuck two Didges to his back, and ran her way. He planted the horn into the ground, then jumped, flipping over it. In the air, he put his mouth to the mouthpiece, and blew. The resulting blare sent him right towards the robot, his feet connecting to it's head. He was on the ground with it though, and as it got up, he rolled onto his stomach. Before he could get up, a blow struck him right in the back. He fell right onto the ground again, knocking the wind out of him. He struggled again, and got a kick to the chest. He rolled onto his back, but instead of anything else, he felt the grip of cold steel grab onto his arm, and drag him away. He was still dazed, and saw lights flash around while his body started to run diagnostics. It didn't feel good, that was for sure.
"It can't end before it begins rust-bucket." His words traveled weakly through his mouth, but the clanker heard him. It turned, and watched as his "trophy" rolled, kicked the hand, and rolled away, getting up slowly. He turned to the girl whom he had saved. Maybe she was a civilian, then at least his work would be good for the public. He was kind of hoping she wasn't though, because he could really use the help.
"Hey lass, mind givin' me a hand here?"

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(MaxStokes PMed me that he'd be away on vacation of a few days so I will be controlling his character until he returns.)

The brutish boy had stopped, much to Melanie's relief. She could feel her energy draining as she stood there and knew that if the fight didn't end soon she'd be in serious trouble. He cocked his head slightly to the side, looking confused, but at least he wasn't fuming. He blinked once then shouted something, translated to:

"ME WHITE! YOU NAME?"

Melanie tried to say her name in his tongue but it came out as, "MELON" as it seemed the nonunciation of her name didn't work with his language. That was okay though, she could stand being Melon instead of Melanie. Shrugging it off she now braced herself, prepared to deliever the bad news.

"WHITE MUST GO." she explained, trying not cause offense. White's gaze hardened.

"WHITE KING OF METAL FOREST AND TWO LEGS." he said firmly, but Melanie gently shook her head.

"TWO LEGS NO LIKE; SCARED. TWO LEGS HURT WHITE IF WHITE STAY."

White looked stunned, then appeared to be thinking hard.

"WHITE NO HAVE LAND HIS OWN. IF WHITE NO LIVE HERE, WHERE WHITE GO?"

Melanie was caught off guard by this. It made sense now; he was a nomad looking for his own territory. But it couldn't be here. She gave a sympathetic shrug.

"MELON NO KNOW WHERE WHITE GO. BUT WHITE NO STAY HERE." she said, gesturing to the city around her. "TWO LEGS FEAR AND HURT WHITE. DANGER. WHITE NEED PLACE FAR FROM TWO LEGS HERE."

White seemed about to fight her about it for a moment but then thought better of it, realizing the truth of her words. It probably helped that she was speaking his language. Finally he gave a sigh of resignation.

"WHITE NO LIVE HERE. MELON LIVE HERE?"

Melanie held back a similar sigh of relief, glad the fight was over.

"NO, MELON NO LIVE HERE. TWO LEGS NO LIKE MELON MUCH. MELON LIVE CLOSE. MELON HELP TWO LEGS IN TROUBLE."

White now seemed thoughtful. "WHITE HELP? WHITE LIKE TWO-LEG RED FOOD." he exclaimed, earnestly holding up a chuck of meat he'd take from the resturant, earning a small smile from Melanie. Maybe he could help...

She pointed to the droids, probably numbering to 20 (though it was more like 17 since she herself had take out two of them and there were various peices scattered onto the road). "THEY BAD. WANT HURT WHITE, WANT HURT TWO LEGS. SMASH HELP."

White gave a grin, turned to the three who were closest and obliged, charging them with a gutteral yell. Melanie switched speakers again and turned to face Livewire. "There's been a change of plans. That guy, White by name, is going to look for another territory after he helps us destroy these freaky robots who were sent by somebody to capture White and kill anyone in the way." Melanie said directly, no sugar-coating in her explaination just straight to the point. She didn't see any reason to avoid it anyways. "So now, I guess, our enemy are these guys."

Melanie was just about to surge foreward to fight the droids when she took a moment to glance around. Having a direct, computer mindset she had a tendency to focus on one task and be unaware of everything else. Stopping and smelling the roses was very hard, but in this case it was forturnate that she did so because the sight she was greeted with... well, it was a strange one.

First off there was a girl with green streaked hair who was weilding a quarter with great ferocity, robot parts scattered near her as she threatened the approaching bots. The next one she noticed was a young man, also facing a small group of robots, with what seemed to be his own team of tech. WHO THINKS THEY CAN BEST ME? YE ARTIFICIAL DOGS!" he yelled, a perfect imitation of a pirate, but was hit by one such bot and knocked to the side before destroying it to. Lastly she noticed the girl who he walked up to, "Hey lass, mind givin' me a hand here?" he said politely.

Melanie was genuinly suprised by all of this. She had thought she'd have to fight them all herself, but had never expected to receive help. Gratitude probably would have brought tears to her eyes if she had been a human with working tear ducts. Quickly deciding she would thank then later, she instead focused on the two robots who were approaching her. A small smirk graced her face as she ran towards then, thinking 'Well, I do need to recharge my battery...'

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Aura was deep in thought. She has the habit of just shutting out the world for a few minutes, in an attempt to recollect what was going on. Her eyes seemed to be glazed over as her brain worked a mile a minute, when something was coming at her. Just as she snapped out of her thinking mode, someone had stopped the machine and was tussling with it on the ground. Her 'savoir' had just escaped it, and asked, "Hey lass, mind givin' me a hand here?"

Aura blinked as her golden gaze swept over the robot. It had recovered quick enough, and was beginning to strike. It seemed she was only going to take a step forwards when she was launched a full ten feet, and was in front of the boy. As she was in the air, a perfect upper cut had planted itself on the robot. A loud clang resounded and Aura could feel her teeth chattering for a moment. The machine was stunned, and was sent reeling. Aura, blinked a few seconds, before yelling, "OW?!" and shaking her hand up and down as her knuckles turned red. Ok, brute force won't get you out of this one. Just if metal was softer... hmm... Its a good idea but I have to be cautious. If I over exert myself... Aura shuddered slightly. She hated the feeling of her eyes rolling back in her head, then she wakes up in some strange place. Aura clenched her fists and jaw at the same time, eyes squeezed shut. Get angry... anything... a gun shot sounded in her head as her eyes snapped open again, and her irises are a dark, bloody red. Opening her hands, a flame ignited in her palm, and spread until it consumed her entire upper arm.

A droid made the mistake of charging her. Lifting her fist, it connected with it's middle, and the metal seemed to bend with her fist. She pushed forward until her fist went through the robot. It sparked and collapsed. Aura was breathing heavy already though her hands remained ignited. She looked over at the male from before, and you could see the flames flickering in her eyes. "Don't call me lass." She turned and continued to kick so robo-ass.

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The girl had just threw her hand right through the robots abdomen, that was hot. Not only because her arm was on fire, but because such mystical and martial prowess was, well. He was glad that he could get a good look at her when she turned to him.
"Don't call me lass."
She turned ahead, a drone in her path. He was not going to be deterred so easily however. He sealed a didge across his back, and hooked the other two inside the mouthpieces with his fingers. Running towards her, he threw them in front of him, one after the other, planting them into the ground. Releasing the third, Rénard lifted himself onto the first. As his foot left it, the horn followed him, and stuck to his back. He leaped off of the second, and in mid-jump, he grabbed a didge off of his back, flipped, and slammed the drone right on its head. It crumpled, sparks flying from its now misshapen head.
Getting up, he spun on his left heel, about a half-foot away from that girl who probably could have taken care of herself. As another Drone approached them, he manipulated a didge right through a drones chest with a simple flick of the hand. He twisted his wrist, and the the didge began to spin, tearing up the internal wiring. As he dropped his hand, the horn flew back to the others, securely sticking itself onto him. His eyes were trained on her the entire time though, mesmerized by her abilities.
"Well then miss, what am I supposed to call you then?"

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Melanie locked onto her target, running toward the wretched humaniod machine at speeds a professial runner would have envied. Lunging, she grabbed hold of his head and dug her fingers in through the metal and into the circits, absorbing the electricity and feeling bit by bit stronger. Normally she would have grabbed him and plugged herself into him (usually by plunging her hand into his head or where the master chip was), thus absorbing the power and all data he contained. But that took time and it would reviel to the others in this vicinity what she was; something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

So instead she plucked the chip out with her fingers and stashing it in a small compartment disceretly, planning on reviewing it later. Then she yanked her hand from the now shutdown bot's forehead and let him collapse. His companion attempted to do a roundhouse kick but Melanie stopped him with her hand, flipping the poor, misguided machine into the pavement. Then she dug her hand through the metal that made up the back of his head and did the same thing.

Meanwhile White was running around, leaping from bot to bot, crushing them with his bare fists or smashing them against the concrete sidewalks. He'd already taken out two and was on his third, grabbing it by the arm and twisting the metal until the arm came off. Using the arm as a club he smashed the remained of the robot's metal body until the screws fell out. Then suddenly there was a sharp twing of pain in his calf and he looked down to he a dart with brightly colored feathers on one end. A robot a few meters away was pointing directly at his calf and a small whisp of smoke rose from it's finger.

White pondered this for an instant, wondering what such a small humming bird could do to him, not feeling even the slightest bit woozy. The robot seemed to realize this for it pointed with it's other finger at his chest. It never go the chance to fire though because White plucked the dart from his leg and threw it with amazing accuracy on could only get from hunting at the robot. The dart jammed up the bot's finger and stopped the second projectile from flying, giving the robot a moment's pause. In that moment White managed to charge him and headbutt him hard enough it sent him flying into a tree where broke into four seperate peices. A new personal record.

Melanie had just polished off her forth bot and noticed that her opponents were looking a little scarce, only one or two more of them lingering at the scene. They must not ahve been programed well because, though it was clear which side was winning, they still hadn't fled. Either they had a faulty processor... or they were disposable. This idea cause a rush of anger to be directed towards the one they all refered to in their memory files as 'Leader'. Yes they were machines, but reguardless of what they were, life or artifical life, they should not be used and then tossed away like trash.

Speaking of the importance of life, Melanie saw out of the corner of her eye the girl who'd the pirate adressed say something and then collapse against him. Hearing the sounds of metal on metal (probably the girl with the quarter) as well as the sounds of White and Livewire fighting, Melanie figured she could afford to check on the girl and make sure she was okay. Quite concerned now, she hurried over to see the girl limp in the pirate's arms.

"What happened? Was she injured?" Gently she pressed two fingers against the side of the girl's neck. Her sensors indicated that she was alive, only unconscience. Melanie breathed a soft sigh of relief. "She's alive but she's fainted. Probably from exhaustion." she said, then added under her breath, "Thank goodness..." Glancing to the pirate man she remembered her manners. "Oh, by the way, I'm Melanie."

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She was somewhat surprised, as Rachel didn't actually expect the kid to apologize so quickly. Crossing her arms as she watched him dismantle one of the droids in front of them, followed with a challenge. But before she could respond, he had seemed to run off to who knows where.

After hearing some girl behind her ask herself how something ever happened, albeit in a yelling manner, Rachel turned around, her eyes settling on a strange girl, not much younger than herself, in a weird position against a tree, however that didn't last long.

She noticed that the same boy that tried to kiss her was next to that other girl, the two fighting off another set of drones. There was a moment where a couple of the drones had the upper hand against the duo, before they were overtaken by the two teens.

Turning around to the others, Rachel noticed that the fighting between the blonde girl and that... man-ape had ceased, and she had let out a slight smile as those two were communicating, even though their words were enough to give R'hul a mental aneurysm.

There were more drones to pass around for those two, until she noticed that self-righteous guy that spoke to her before having some stranger trying to kiss her. Rachel made a quick glance at their surroundings, counting roughly 15 drones, not counting the couple that the blonde girl had just taken down herself.

Before long, the number of drones quickly dwindled between the blonde girl and the man-ape, and Rachel had simply flapped her arms, as if having nothing to do. Looking down at her quarter, she thought to herself, and to R'hul. Heads, help them clean up the park. Tails, leave the scene.

R'hul didn't object with his usual smartass remarks about the suggestion, as he was content for helping those people, even though they had only taken down one drone with a spoon. Rachel flipped the quarter into the air, catching it with her empty hand, the coin landing with tails facing up.

Tails it is, she stated mentally, before heading out into the darkness and out of the park. Whoever they were, they didn't seem to need her help, as they had a quite a few interesting individuals among them. Though it was likely that Rachel would see them again, she didn't want to, preferring to work alone with R'hul.

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"There's been a change of plans. That guy, White by name, is going to look for another territory after he helps us destroy these freaky robots who were sent by somebody to capture White and kill anyone in the way."

Sprouse glanced to White, then back at Mel, then sighed unconvincingly. "You know, this is beginning to sound like some plot to a cheesy action movie, but I'll go along with it." with those few words, he turned his attention on some free droids which had made their hostility towards himself very apparent in the form of a berserk attack at him. He, quicker than your average bear with the help of his electromastery - a power which he unknowingly shared with a green-headed female. Many would see maybe a spark for just a brief moment before his body reappeared some feet away, allowing him to effortlessly launch a bolt to the back of the droids who, oeverloaded by the volts, collapsed and then detonated for added badassness.

Upon further surveillance of the park, he noticed that he was tied with White in drones destroyed, which did put a bit of a competitive spin on saving the day. After all, Sprouse never really cared for losing, and beating someone made winning all-the-more appetizing a treat. Allowing himself to be bested by a brute like this wouldn't bode well for his reputation, which of course, he had to uphold. Ladies love a guy with reputation.

Among the other things he did notice was that the man from before had apparently wanted to be a pirate when he grew up. This fact made very apparent by his pirate tone and accent. Normally, he would have laughed, but for some odd reason, he felt that this was not an act, but the man was actually talking like this.

...wat

Somewhere along the lines, Sprouse had noticed the emerald-headed woman from before began to leave. It pained him in the sense that he didn't get to show off to the loud-mouthed woman - which to him, wasn't a bad trait at all. But he figured she would soon enough drool over him.

They all did.

Okay, maybe not. But he liked to pretend they did. It was a big boost in confidence that he so desperately needed. Attention was always a nice thing to have when your only friend is the streets. Positive or negative, though preferably positive. People tend to hunt you down and try to kill you with negative attention. Like crimelords when you steal stuff from them. But that turned out just swell, didn't it?

God, are these things just that boring that I'm thinking about everything else but fighting them? Ah, lets just end this!

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"What happened? Was she injured?" Hell if he knew, he had just caught her, and was struggling to keep her up. He threw her
arm over his shoulder, and picked up her legs in his free arm. The three didges floated behind him to form a low triangular pattern. "She's alive but she's fainted. Probably from exhaustion,Oh, by the way, I'm Melanie."

"Thanks Miss Melanie, I'm a bit tired, but I should be able to protect the both of us fer now. If I was physically able, i'd return yer manners, but for now, I've got me hands full." He shuffled Aura tighter into his grip, hoping she wouldn't fall out of his arms. "Not that I be complainin' or anything. The name's Pulse, since I am a tried and true Super, Hero." He paused between the two words for an emphasizing effect, hopefully not misleading her for a short while to believe that he was a bad guy.

"There's been a change of plans. That guy, White by name, is going to look for another territory after he helps us destroy these freaky robots who were sent by somebody to capture White and kill anyone in the way." That edgy guy was busy blowing up drones with what appeared to be electricity, though it could probably be Plasma, or liquid fun. He was going to put his bets on Liquid Fun, the best Rum in the Galaxy.

"So his name is White then, pleasure to meet yo-" He stopped mid sentence as he watched White headbutt a drone. This day just got better and better. He spoke up a bit, trying to get that edgy fellows attention. "Let's reconsider this, how about we keep his Majesty and induct him into our crew."

As a drone approached him, the three didgeridoos sprung back, and locked it in place. As Rénard turned around to find it struggling to escape. He looked it straight in the Photo-receptors, watching the lights flash, vibrate, then display numbers counting down. "Best be backin up Miss, no idea how awesome this will be, oh," He grinned as he turned his head towards her. "It would be in very good interest to cover your ears." The three didges linked together, end to end, to create one very long Didgeridoo. He took a small breath. No need to strain himself. As the didgeridoo touched his mouth, he began his mantra of expelling air whilst breathing in, and as the few seconds it took him went on, it Progressively got louder in a steep climb. The final result was a fluxuation of pitch, no tone, just pitch. In a crescendo, it climbed to a near ear-piercing screech, then dropped to a Very low blare. The Drone seemingly vibrated itself apart, only leaving the bomb a few feet away. Pulse just managed to cover it with this now titan Didgeridoo, and watched as the blast was completely expelled out of the mouth piece.

"Now that," He announced calmly "Is going to taste terrible."

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"Thanks Miss Melanie, I'm a bit tired, but I should be able to protect the both of us fer now. If I was physically able, I'd return yer manners, but for now, I've got me hands full. Not that I be complainin' or anything. The name's Pulse, since I am a tried and true Super, Hero." Pulse said, shifting the girl in his arms so that she wouldn't fall from his hands. His self-assigned title of 'super-hero' drew a small smile on Melanie's lips. Yeah, they were all kind of acting like super-heroes weren't they? Maybe after this fight was over that's what they could be... super-heroes.

For the moment though she gave a small laugh and tipped her head slightly in his direction. "That's alright, I understand. It's nice to fight beside you Pulse. If you think you can protect her-" Melanie gestured at the girl who was laying limp in Pulse's arms, "Then I'll leave her to you, but if you need help-"

Melanie needn't waste her breath as a couple of the droids approached Pulse and he noticed them and a wide grin spread over his face. "Best be backin up Miss, no idea how awesome this will be, oh, it would be in very good interest to cover your ears." He took a small breath in after his weapons (at least, that's what Melanie assumed they were) connected to eachother, forming a large instrament which he breathed into. It took but a few moments but the sound quickly reached an almost unearthly volume her sensors couldn't even pick up on. Were she human she would have heard it, but because she was not she could only feel the powerful virbrations. The robot almost seemed to vibrate itself apart, only leaving the bomb a few feet away. Pulse just managed to cover it with this now titan Didgeridoo, and watched as the blast was completely expelled out of the mouth piece.

"Now that," He announced with a slight smirk, "Is going to taste terrible." Melanie laughed at this. Pulse who have no problem handling himself and protecting the girl. White seemed to be enjoying himself. Sprouse, who'd seen White, had appearently started a competition with the latter, for it seemed every time White smashed a drone, Livewire would too. Well, Melanie had never thought that having a little fun on the battle field was a bad thing. The other thing she noticed which she hadn't picked up on were two unfamiliar heat signatures; one male one female, both leaving the area and going in opposite directions. She glanced around to identify them but they were both already hidden in the shadows which hindered her vision since White had managed to damage her night vision.

Speaking on damage, Melanie scanned the area. Two bots were left- okay, scratch that, one (White had accidently taken one out with a flying tree branch) but one would be enough. Leaping towards him he didn't even have enough time to duck before she'd drained his power and put it into her own reserves which she was tapping into now, as well as removing his microchip and storing it along with the two or three others. Now the park was bare besides the group of them and various robotic parts scattered everywhere. She'd likely come by and pick up some of the remaining pieces later when there were less... well, people.

Now that the robots had been destroyed and the fighting had ceased she looked between her companions. They'd done very well, fighting along side herself. Melanie knew she would have been unable to take on the droids in her condition without them. So she owed them her life at the least. Besides, Pulse had just crashed into earth (so it seemed) and he was holding a girl who'd blacked out durning the fight. White had no home and Melanie was apperently the only one who would understand him. Livewire, well, he'd been the first of the group to stand beside her... As her golden gaze slid from one person to the next she kept thinking out the favor she owed them all and oddly enough, found herself speaking.

"Um... Thanks you guys... I... I guess I couldn't really have won this without you." Melanie said, giving a small, sheepish grin. If she could blush, she'd be blushing hard core. "I really can't thank you enough. But-" Melanie hesitated, then spoke quickly, almost not being able to process her own words, "But would you like to help me? Fight crime, I mean. Like, as a group maybe...?" Part of Melanie wanted to run away and hide in the tower, the other part wanted them to be waiting there. Speaking to White she said, "WHITE NEED HOME? WHITE COME LIVE WITH MELON. MELON HAVE GOOD HOME. MELON SHARE AND WHITE HELP TWO LEGS. LOTS MORE RED FOOD." then turned to the others. "I-I have a nice little place, big enough to fit all of us. She could probably use medical care," Melanie gestured to the girl in Pulse's arms, "and everyone needs a place to call home, right? Come with me, and... we could be a Team!"