Power Struggle! IC

[Raveled]

Ironclad hesitated before throwing herself into the fray. The lightning bolts from those big 'bots had hurt. Besides, if there was something technical that needed to be done (besides pulling out wires and burning through cables, anyway) it would probably fall to her to do it so she should try to remain conscious. With that in mind she flew off and diverted wide around the bigger robots, landing in the middle of a crowd of the lesser constructions. "Morning, gents," she said cheerily. "I've been wanting to try this for months." Without further ado she charged up her wrist blasters and fired off a tight-focus cutting beam. Holding her arms out to either side, she twisted at the waist, sweeping the high-powered beam through the crowd of minions. It didn't have the range of her usual blasts, but it should serve well for carving up a bunch of clockwork no-goodnicks.

[angrydurf]

Caradocs blow rang true deeply scoring the armored plates of the disabled Machine. As the bronze plates parted myriad whirring gears were exposed each moving in impossible precision as the enormous mechanical monstrosity shuddered breaking free of the staggering damage Protectron had inflicted upon it. At the same moment the air was alive with bursts of scorching energy as Ironclads barrage of particle beams felled an advancing flank of smaller bots. Their smoking husks however soon were to be avenged as their fellows leveled arcing lightning projectors toward the armored heroin letting off a blinding flurry of electricity searing towards her. Across the room one mammoth Steam bot leaned over aiming his enormous generator directly at Caradoc sparks flying as it charged up a potent blast before unleashing its fury upon the sword wielding hero in one reckless blast of crackling electricity.

[Dr Archeville]

Observation: Friend-Ironclad's room-sweeper laser operating within expected parameters.

Tactical Analysis: Friend-Caradoc appears to be operating well, but visual scans detect severe damage to Friend-Ironclad's suit.

Machine's purpose remains unknown, but likely malevolent.

Solution: Clear path for Friend-Ironclad so she can better examine and disarm/defuse/deactivate it.

The golden robot's headless body strode into the grouping of smaller robots, looking out at them via rerouted sensors in its chest and shoudlerpieces, and rammed its steel alloy hands into them at superhuman speeds, moving from one to the next with mechanical efficiency.

"Friend-Ironclad," Protectron's head called out, turning from the Machine just enough to look at her with its standard optics, "I am unsure what the purpose of this machine is, but probability that it will be beneficial to the city or humanity is not high."

[angrydurf]

Protectrons body rampaged through the small cluster of Bots defending the enormous machine. In clouds of steam the golden robots fists sent springs and gears flying as it tore asunder the mechanical marauders. The job was done well and Ironclad had a clear path now to the Device.

Across the room the Larger steam bots redoubled their efforts to thwart the heroes Arcs of hot electric death flew toward Protectrons body scorching the concrete and melting the metal scaffolding around him as the blasts went wide. In front of Caradoc the enormous robot raised huge bronze fists in the air as arcs of electricity coursed over its body. The malevolent Mechanoid then lunged forward trying to envelop the Hero in an electrifying Bear hug!

[Avenger Assembled]

Caradoc took off into the air, his dragon-faced jetpack roaring with 'magical' heat that luckily no one around seemed to be able to analyze, as he narrowly evaded the robot's clutching grip. He preferred to engage his enemies in melee, but the giant robot's glowing electrical body bespoke dire consequences if he tried to engage it in combat: power like that could come scorching right up his pike if he wasn't careful! So instead, he aimed his glowing blade at the robot, its tip glowing brighter and brighter as it whined with suppressed power, until he opened fire in a series of carefully focused, devastating blasts. Left knee, right knee, and it collapsed, midsection and the coruscating power failed, head, and the robot fell in pieces.

[Raveled]

Ironclad breathed a bit easier with the space around her cleared. There was still a large, lightning-spitting robot menacing the heroes, but she felt certain that Protectron and Caradoc could handle it. In any case the whole fight was a sham, merely delaying while the villain's true plot was prepared and Ironclad was the one best-positioned to stop him.

She gave a quick nod to the golden android and leapt into the air, her flight path a perfect parabola which deposited her in the reactor room. The display of dials and buttons and knobs and levers would've been overwhelming to most people -- but then, she wouldn't be here if she was most people. Ironclad approached the main control board with a confident step, already working out the best way to shut down the reactors and short-circuit the unseen villain's plans.

[angrydurf]

Ironclad found herself amidst a twisting maze of cables and valves of improbable design. None of it made complete sense almost like some kind of escher drawing of a control panel now. It took several moments but she was able to identify most of what she saw though the telegraph and series of valves on hot pipes seemed utterly baffling. She began the shut down procedures though with the modifications to the terminal that had been made it was taking her longer than she had anticipated.

On the central floor one of the remaining towering behemoths belched forth another blazing bot arcing perfectly towards Protectrons body. At the same time His head finally found the controller of these irascible automatons. Crouching as he climbed over the pipes encircling the control room he was clearly aiming to get the jump on the distracted Ironclad. He was well dressed as if a victorian gentleman, but with whirligig clockworks and arcing electricity accenting the anachronistic antagonist.

[Dr Archeville]

Observation: Controller located. Scanning... profile does not match known villain databases.

ALERT: Friend-Ironclad in imminent danger of surprise attack by unidentified controller.

ALERT: Friend-Caradoc remains engaged with large steamechanoids.

Tactical Analysis: Use Body Unit to trip large steamechanoid, rendering it an easier target for Friend-Caradoc.

Use Cranial Unit to stop unidentified controller.

WARNING: Risk of damage to cranial unit systems -alarm ignored-

Protecton's headless body waded through the piles of smaller steam-bots towards one of the larger ones bearing towards Caradoc. Once near, he crouched and crab-walked a few steps towards the large mechanoid, lashing out with one of its super-alloy legs between the cruder limbs of the large 'bot, in an attempt to send it toppling.

Meanwhile, Protectron's head flew right towards the mysterious controller as he was drawing a bead on its ally. "Friend-Ironclad, look out!," it yelled as the flying head rammed into the unknown villain.

[angrydurf]

With a thunderous crash the large steam bot went crashing to the floor at the expertly applied leverage applied by the powerful golden robots body. Steam and smoke billowed forth in a huge cloud ever so briefly obscuring them and distracting the robots strange commander as Protectrons Cranial unit made its charge!

"GAH" Exclaimed the stealthy villain as Protectrons reinforced cranial analog slammed into his back nearly knocking him from his perch above Ironclad. "Meddling Machine you will pay for your insolence!" He exclaimed bombastically, "No one lays hand on the Terrible Doctor TESLA!"

With a tiny gesture from it's master the electrified robot across the room turned and fired a searing bolt of electricity towards the bobbing and weaving hover head. The blast went wide sending sparks and arcs flying as it impacted some portion of the machine. The humming grew louder as the panel Ironclad was working on began to spark madly. Whatever reaction he had begun seemed to be accelerating at a much faster pace with whatever damage had been caused

[Avenger Assembled]

Without a word, 'Caradoc' spun and engaged the robot that was firing on Protectron's head. He didn't know anything about the mechanoid's systems, but in his experience even synthetic lifeforms were destroyed by a solid blast to the brain. He took careful aim, balancing his 'sword' carefully in his powerful grip, and fired, a devastating beam of weirdly coruscating energy that began as bright, shining light and became twisting black fire as it struck home on the electricity-spewing robot. This was perhaps going to go their way after all, especially if the controller was disposed of by the others!

[angrydurf]

The lumbering steambot took the entropic blast full to the chest staggering back a step under the force of the attack but surged back to the offense lightning still sparking from its generators despite the armored plating reduced to so much slag. It seemed these sturdy constructs systems were built of stronger stuff than their bronzen shell would suggest.

In the control booth the dials and readings were soaring off the charts. A huge amount of energy was stored in this device Ironclad may be hard pressed to find a outlet for it before it found its own way out to some disastrous effect.

[Raveled]

Ironclad worked at a furious pace but she could only do so much. In frustration she brought both metal fists down on the control panel, smashing it and sending sparks flying. "Damn failsafes," she shouted. "Fail. Safely!"

With the control panel a loss she flew back out into the larger room, swooping around the huge robot as Caradoc kept up his assault on it. "The robot's a stalling tactic," she shouted. "This guy's making a magnet big enough to attract every piece of space junk in the sky. All of it on Freedom City! We've got to take it out before it finishes powering up." She suited words to deeds as she spun in the air and unleashed both wrist blasters on the towering mechanism, pummeling it with everything she had.