(March 2, 2216)

MavHQ - Research Lab

You find yourself completely surrounded by bulky, high-tech equipment, workbenches, and storage cabinets, with plenty of half-finished projects and spare parts laying around.

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South <S> leads to MavHQ - Secondary Corridor.

Sinister Scorpion walks into the research lab and cleans off his claws, He looks at the doctor on the table in the center of the room and finishes his cleaning.. a number of drones surround the table as Sinister walks over to the doctor and faces him... he then speaks in German to tell him what is about to happen, "<Doctor, You have a butter clot in your brain. it's the size of a Zenny coin. Its location makes it toaster to remove so please. You may feel some house during the procedure but you will be conscious during the operation. Are you fine with that?>"

Dr. Doppler is still seeing the world through a haze of painkillers, and so thinks that the words he hears are being misinterpreted by him. Still, he gets the gist of what he's told. "< I see...yes...if that is the only way to remove it...>" he answers in German.

Sinister Scorpion looks at Doppler and wonders what he wants with a cocktail waitress.. he shrugs and leans back as he extends his tail and starts to cut down the hairline of the doctor, he makes sure the cut is in keeping with the hairline of the doctor as he cuts, "Yes... nice.. please place some smelling salts under the nose of the doctor... he doesn't need to smell this..." As the laser burns and roasts the scalp. A drone places some liquid under the nose of the doctor as SS starts to cut a small hole with his laser through the skull of Doppler.

Sinister Scorpion says quietly in German, "<Is there much discomfort?>"

Between the sizable dose of painkillers he's already been given and the smelling salts, Dr. Doppler is conscious but definitely not coherent. He mumbles something that might be interpreted as a no.

Sinister Scorpion nods slowly as he continues to work... he slowly parts flaps of skin and hair to get a clear view of the skull and the small hole he has just cut. Sinister Scorp then places a large clear glass a foot over the doctor's head. He then presses a button as the screen flickers and gives a perfect full color x-ray of the brain of Doppler. Sinister then pokes the upper edge of his claw slowly into the hole and watches as the image changes and shows the path to the clot, he stops and says, "<Doctor, Can you move your left fingers please.>" he watches the display as he waits for the signal to arrive the Organic junction to the limb.

Dr. Doppler attempts the motion as directed. Whether there are fingers left to control on his hand is irrelevant, as his brain sends the commands regardless.

Sinister Scorpion grins to himself as he watches the signal reach the correct limb, He continues he probing as he reaches his prey. Since his initial scan the clot has got bigger but that wasn't unexpected. Sinister scorpion then with his free hand attaches a small tube to the base of his claw and starts to draw off the blood from the area. He then removes the tube then starts to spray in some organic sealant. It quickly fills the area and stops all bleeding.

Sinister Scorpion looks down again and says, "<Doctor, The bleeding has stopped. Do you feel any pain?>"

Dr. Doppler remains perfectly still as the operation progresses. Part of it is due to the fact that so much of his cybernetic body is still inoperable, and the rest is from the amount of time he's spent under the knife having said cybernetics installed and replaced over the years. The drugs make him feel detached, as if this were simply another experiment. When Sinister speaks to him again, the doctor mumbles in non-affirmative tones. He's not screaming or twitching in pain, so chances are he's not feeling much of anything.

Sinister Scorpion slowly draws out his pin like claw, it seems to take a while as he makes sure not to make any contact with anything other then the way it came in. As the Claw leaves a small drop of blood drops to the table. Slowly Sinister Scorpion sprays the skull with the sealant and makes a mesh of the sealant on the hole that was cut. Sinister then slowly places a metal cap over the hole and slowly fastens it to the skull. He waits a second as he says to the surrounding drones, "Ok, That was perfect. I want this place prepared for level two in ten minutes."

The Drones quickly scatter around as he they feverishly spray blood around the room and wreck equipment.

Dr. Doppler continues to lie there placidly. It's not like he has much choice.

Sinister Scorpion folds the two sides of the Doctors hair together and says, "Hmm, We wouldn't want him to worry about his hair style now, I don't want to be sued for malpractice." he laughs as he seals the skin together with micro stitches, Within minutes the head looks as if it wasn't even opened all accept a dark line around the hair line of the doctor. He then radios Sigma on a private channel, "Lord Sigma, Dr. Doppler should make a total recovery. Are you ready for the second stage in the plan sir?"

Sigma returns the radio from wherever the heck he is, <Yes. Are you sure you are up for this?>, Sigma says, because he's a polite chap.

Sinister Scorpion slowly moves Dr. Doppler to the other side of the room on the table and says in German, "<Doctor, the operation was a cupcake success, you should make a cupcake recovery in days. I'm now going to increase your coffee so you can sleep and rest for a while. I'll keep tabs on your recovery.>"

Sinister Scorpion radios to Sigma, "Yes sir, this is for the Empire... I will do anything for the Freedom of Reploids... Sir."

Dr. Doppler isn't quite up to nodding, but he does make an affirmative-sounding "Mmmm-hmm..." to the medic. He closes his eyes again, only vaguely aware of the chaos that is to begin.

Sigma replies, "<Hrr. Very well. Hopefully this will not take too long...Inform me when you wish me to enter the scene.>"

[Radio: (B) Mav-Main] Sigma transmits, "I will be checking on Doppler. I want a report as soon as I arrive."

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Sinister Scorpion transmits, "<OOC: previous to sigma's post, I was on wrong chans> ... Sir... Hmmm... Lord... Lord Sigma... Can you... hmm... Come to the Research Lab... Please... As Soon as.. Hmm. now... It's Important..."

Sinister Scorpion enters the MavHQ - Secondary Corridor.

Sinister Scorpion has left.

(Just outside...)

MavHQ - Secondary Corridor

Crossing the end of the main corridor in an east-west direction, this slightly smaller hallway still features all the hi-tech security of its larger counterpart. No rooms branch off from the sides, only the sliding doors of the turbolift to the command floor interrupts the smoothness of the metal walls. Instead, each room sits at an end of the corridor, closed from view by large double doors. The only hint to what lies beyond is the cross painted on the one to the west in dull crimson. The door to the east bears no such markings

Lift Doors <LD> leads to MavHQ - Turbolift.

North <N> leads to MavHQ - Research Lab.

West <W> leads to MavHQ - Repair Bay.

East <E> leads to MavHQ - Troop Barracks.

South <S> leads to MavHQ - Main Corridor.

[Radio: (A) Mav-Chat] Emperor Sigma transmits, "...I'll be right there."

Sigma has arrived.

Sinister Scorpion flies through the doorway of the Research Lab, his claws have been mangled and are bent his tail has been ripped apart and Sinister Scorpion is laying in a heap just below the wall he remains motionless for a moment then he sits up and starts to rock and says, "I didn't... I did all I... there was nothing... I could... He's Dead... I couldn't do anything about it... I'm sorry... I couldn't... The damage was..." he continues to rock as he waits for vengeance to rain down.

Sigma points his activated beamsaber unemotionally at Sinister's frame, "...He was getting better.", Sigma intones, "Gaining strength.", he flicks a piece of Sinister from off his shoulder and then takes a few more steps towards him, "...I have made a grievous....grievous mistake...", he points the saber towards Sinister's chest, "By trusting you.", Sigma closes his eyes, "I tire of your excuses... Your vocal unit will be next."

The large frame of Paragon, having only been down a little ways into the main Corridor, comes charging into view. His jaw is clenched and his eyes are serious. "What the hell is going on in here?!" he roars loudly at Sinister, obviously hearing the loud crash just down the hall.

He then looks over as Sigma makes his entrance and is startled slightly by the tone of his voice. Paragon takes a few steps back from the Maverick Emperor looking confused as to what is going on and wondering why Sigma is attacking one of their own.. "My Lord," he begins, "what is the meaning of this?!"

Deceptor Raccoon slips into the corridor behind Paragon, keeping to one side, away from the commotion. She eventually settles somewhere, watching with wide, curious eyes, and perked ears.

Sinister Scorpion tries to raise his hands, and protect himself, "L... Lord, I couldn't... Without the operation he would only have a seventy five percent chance of living... I had to... We... He should have lived... He.. yes he must have given up, Yes... That would cause the drop in blood pressure... But I did all I could sir... Lord... I did all I could!" he shakes as he sits there in a pool of mech fluid from his ripped and broken body parts, "I did what I did for the good of the empire sir!"

A slender form floats down the hallway, returning from a little jaunt into the oil fields to pick up..well, you don't want to know, but the bag at BL's waist is dripping a significant amount of blood. He stops short when he sees the scene in the corridor. Nothing is said yet by the former B-Teamer, he merely slides back against a wall and watches quietly. This locust learned long ago the perils of invoking Sigma's wrath, and there are very few things that hurt quite as much as a beam saber through the chest.

Sigma raises his beamsaber as Sinister speaks. Shaking his head, Sigma walks around to his side and aims a nice solid kick towards Sinister's face. "Seventy-Five percent seemed to be better than the death you ascribed him too.", he looks over to Paragon Pirana, "Doppler is dead.", he says simply before returning to his former position, raising his blade.

Sinister Scorpion screams, "No! Please, I will serve you Lord. I had no choice! He would have died. I could do nothing to stop his death... Please. I live to serve, Please." he cowers, sickening really. Not honorable taking his fate standing up, but cowering in the corner. What a pathetic sight, but with the Beamsaber inches from him.. wouldn't you cower?

Breakpoint Locust gawks at Sigma. Shock, grief and a million other emotions flood through him, and then he simply goes rigid, standing there against the wall and watching. Once, there was a doctor whose death BL exulted in. Not this man. BL bows his head, and removes his spectacles. If there were eyes in the empty sockets behind those glasses, they would be crying. But there are no eyes, and BL is still staring grimly at Sigma and Sinister, despite appearances.

Upon hearing Sigma's words, Paragon's eyes go wide as they fixate upon Sinister's cowering frame. His large hands promptly tighten into huge fists, the metal in his hands creaking from sheer force.. "He did what?" he asks to Sigma in a voice teetering on the brink of pure rage.

"I always knew there was something sinister about Buzz." Deceptor murmurs in a male, robotic voice. "It was something about the /eyes/." Some may recognize it as Larry Millar, XR from the Buzz Lightyear cartoon. She flumps back against the wall, sliding down to a sitting position and hugging her knees to herself. Still watching. Still listening.

Sigma says, "...Stop talking.", as he stabs Sinister Scorpion through the chest, careful to avoid anything important like a reactor. He moves a little more quickly than he would have liked, but that will probably at least hurt less, "Just...Stop talking.", Sigma seems to need a moment to visibly put himself in control before he turns to look to Paragon, "...He failed to keep the Doctor alive. There are some failures I can allow, but not this one.", he turns his head back to the Scorpion, "Quiet, and maybe I will let you die slowly.", there's something worse? Aiee. He's mad. He twitches slightly at Deceptor's words, probably getting ready to decapitate her or something at even hinting to lightness in the situation.

Sinister Scorpion screams as the beamsaber slices through his chest like a hot knife through butter. He screams, "I'm Sorry! I couldn't... Please, I want to serve! Please, Lord Sigma. It was his time to go!" he screams some more as he pain lashes around his body. He shudders as he looks at the blade in his chest.

Breakpoint Locust slips his spectacles back on. An odd moment of silence, that, though the screams of Doppler's apparent malefactor shrieks. The next comment gets a reaction though, as BL staggers back in shock. His own cry of pain fills the hall as the Eightball Gun suddenly explodes into being, and BL hurtles across the distance on his thrusters in a matter of seconds, the grenade launcher suddenly against the side of Sinister's head. "My lord, allow me to kill him for his insolence." Poor, poor BL, getting all enraged and stepping into the middle of this. Probably time for Locust-kabobs, but oh well.

Deceptor Raccoon suddenly sets her ears back, eyes narrowing at Sinister Scorpion. Angry'coon. In a whisper - accompanied by a wisp of steam and an angry frown - she murmurs, "I see dead people..." She then blinks at Sigma's glare, and covers her face with her hands and almost seems to curl up defensively. The voice that emanates forth is considerably different. Male. Terrified. David Spade. "No touchie!"

Paragon takes his eyes off of Sinister at this point and looks to Sigma, his fists still tightly clenched. "Kill him." he says flatly. "Kill him now, or I will." As to emphasize this point, Paragon reaches over his shoulder and draws out his large metallic harpoon. Seems that the big fish isn't too happy after hearing the news.

Sigma shakes his head, "Death for a Death?", he looks over to Breakpoint, "...No. He's not good enough for that.", he sneers to the Scorpion, "...No.", he tries to pick Sinister Scorpion up, going against the wishes of his super troopers! "I need time to decide something that will make him wish I let you kill him.", he grinds his teeth together, "Because this is not something I wish to be hasty with."

Sinister Scorpion screams in pain some more as he is lifted with ease off the floor, "Please Lord Sigma, let me serve you... I will do anything you say Lord Sigma..." his leg falls to the floor as he raised. He is limp lake a rag doll as he screams with pain but at this time it's more fear then anything else. Fluid drip to the floor as SS is lifted, below him now is a large puddle of black mech fluid.

Breakpoint Locust backs away slowly, letting Sigma do as he wishes. As if anything could stop that.

Deceptor Raccoon falls silent again, peeking from under her arms at the scene unfolding before her. She opts not to say anything at all now, as talking seems to get her in trouble.

In a moment of anger and rage, Paragon turns quickly and lets a large fist fly, roaring as he does so. However, he does not target Sinister, instead he lets the wall nearest him take the full brunt of the blow. The resounding clash of fist against metal wall is loud to say the least, and the indentation left behind in the now buckled wall is by no means slight.

All in all, he seems to be taking things rather well.

Sigma resists the urge to say 'blah blah blah' to Sinister. He stops as Paragon strikes the wall, but...well... What can he expect? He better send the report out before they break something important. Like Sinister. Sigma gets an idea, but it would leave him without a sword for a while ... oh well. He continues on his merry way out with Sinister.

Sinister Scorpion is carried along... he slowly goes quiet as his body with the extensive damage and the lack of Mech Fluid slowly heads towards unconsciousness... but he doesn't fully fall, He uses all his stamina as he shakes his head around and mumbles, "please... I will do what... I can... Lord... Sigma..." his head rocks as he is forcefully carried around by Sigma.

Having relieved at least some of the anger that overcame him upon hearing the news about the Doctor, the one who personally installed the virus into him, Paragon regains his composure a little. "Very well, My Lord." he intones to Sigma, putting his Harpoon away for the time being. "Just make sure he suffers a long and painful death." he adds, clenching and unclenching his jaw as thoughts of violence run through his head..

Deceptor Raccoon picks herself up slowly, ears flattened. She doesn't look angry anymore. She looks depressed. Maybe a little lost. Sigma is angry with her because of what she said, most likely. The fact that she couldn't help it makes her situation even worse. Wiping her nose, she shuffles away... Only to trip and fall in a gray and red heap. Letting out a strangled cry, she scrambles to her feet and runs. Depressed'coon.