who's up for a Big O RPG!!!!!!!

:: The guy was still on Dorothy's shoulder, but he was coming to. Right as Dorothy noticed, he made a grab for her throat. He obviously couldn't tell that she wasn't human. Lucky for her! She was about to punch him out again, but he kicked her in the back, causing her to fall over. He got up and made a grab for Rogers chair, but Dorothy proceeded to grab his coat, yank him down to the floor, and knock him out. ::

:: Big O shook a bit. Did she have to get up? The floor felt so cool. She had to. tHe guy at Rogers right looked at her funny. But what about this guy...he could come to soon. No telling what would happen. ::

:: Big O shook again and Dorothy could hear Roger panting. then, someone from the floor grabbed hold of her ankle. She was tempted to step on the hand...and she did when she realized that the hands owner was looking up her dress, but he was still concious ::

Which do you want the most? I could play any of the three with the same level of dedication/enthusiasm. Though I'd learn more toward taking on the role of Dastun or Beck. Any preference from the general crowd?

Would it be too much trouble if I just took on Dastun and Beck (rping them seperately of course) until you can find a suitable replacement?

First of all, interesting penname. I like it.

Second, Beck. Both if you can, but if you had to pick one, BECK RULES! He's my favorite villian.

:: This moron was still concious...and why the hell was he looking up her dress. No time to think about it...she'de ask Roger why guys did things like that later. ((( That would make a good ending, no? ))) She stepped on his hand...nothing happened. She was tempted to grab his throat. She reached downward... ::


((( Okay. Had to keep going somehow )))

((Where are Roger and Bridget at the moment? And where is all this chaos taking place. A certain dome perhaps? Once I have that information at the ready I'll bring in Dastun.))

To: Le Bread: Sister Bridget is in Roger's mansion, along with Norman. Roger is in the cockpit of Big O. Everything is going on outside of Roger's house right now. Dastun should be coming here soon...
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Roger was busy making sure that the guy who had just hijacked his Meagdeus hadn't ruined anything in it. "Well, looks like everything is alright with Big O," Roger observed. Roger heard a gaging sound, he looked over to find that Dorothy was choking the man. "Dorothy, why are you choking him?" asked Roger. "I needed to find some way to motivate him to answer questions. My programming shows that humans are motivated when they find their lifes to be at risk," she responded, sounding as dully mechanical as possible. "Allow me to interrogate him," said Isaac, stepping forward. Dorothy dropped the man without a second thought. The man rubbed his neck where imprints of Dorothy's hands were, however her hands were quickly replaced by Isaac's. The white-haired android hoisted the man into the air, "Will you answer our questions?" The man shook his head no and strugled to get out of the android's grip. "That is an illadvisable decision," stated Isaac as he tightened his grip on the man's throat. "Are you going to answer now? No? Poor decision," Isaac tightened his grip some more. By now the man's face was starting to change colors, veins were begining to show as well. "Do you still reufse to answer?" By now the man was stuggling desperately, but he still had enough guts to shake his head no. Isaac in response tightened his grip even more. The man's face was a lovely violet hue and his veins could be seen clearly as he struggled to relieve himself from the grip. Isaac regarded the man for a moment and then stated with an absolute blunt logic, "If I tighten my grip once more I will crush your windpipe, will you answer our questions?" The man stopped struggeling and meekly nodded his head. Isaac dropped the man like a sack of bricks. "I believe that he will answer our questions now." "Who are you working for? Meggido?" asked Roger. "Meggido, never heard of that," said the man, "I work for Paradigm. They hired me to infiltrate your mansion and to discover if you were the piolt of the black Megadeus, and to steal it and bring it to Paradigm if I found it." The man laughed, "Guess I didn't do too well at the stealing part." "You certainly didn't," Roger reprimanded the man. "Roger, you should pilot Big O to a place where you can hide it. The military poliece are coming."

::later in the underground...The stange man in the BROWN (not megito)cloak,hat,and mask comes upon a large and almost empty room...excpet for a large....dark figure and a very bright light in the center of it....the man walks toward it::

"what?...what is this.....::suddently the light moves with a large grinding like sound and the man stops:: ....what....what was that!" ::the figure seems to get taller and when it stops... standing strait up....it looks like a giant man figure....the light being 1 of the eyes.....after 10 seconds of silence...the dark figure walks toward the strangeman....the strange man steps back 1once::

"what? what are you."
The large figure contunues to walk and says in an eerie mechanical voice, "1 gardian....1 messanger.....1 hero....i am gardian 5.... protect messanger 2"::as i comes into focus.....it is a megadues.....one looking just like the arctype that schwarzwald used....but on its chest is a large crest....one resembling a sun....::
Gardian 5: unite....with messanger 2 and partner....partner choosen....you know the event...makes you strong..

"a gardian?"

"protect messenger."

"who is the messenger!"

"nightengale"

".....nightengale......"::the strange man enters the cockpit of gardian 5::

Major Dan Dastun questioned his horrendously bad luck as he rode in the back seat of the transport vehicle. He'd said a full three months ago in advance that he'd be taking this day off, just one day, and then suddenly this has to happen.

And the month had been going so well too. No reported murders, no politically minded terrorists bombing people at cafes, and most importantly...there hadn't been a Megadeus sighting for weeks.

Then suddenly the calls came flooding in. Megadeus sightings near a churchyard (not to mention the massive crater that appeared), a man with red eyes causing disturbances all over the city, a flood of missing persons reports, and now the black Megadeus was making it's presence known outside of the home of Roger Smith.

"Sir, can I ask you a question?" asked the driver, a freshfaced private that Dastun didn't make a point of speaking with all that much.

"Yeah, go ahead...whats on your mind?" muttered Dastun, a single gloved hand rubbing the perpetually exposed veins on his forehead. He was a bit worried about the well being of his old friend, but did his best not to show it. He averted his gaze upwards, just enough for the private to be able to see his eyes in the rear view mirror.

"Do you think...well...could it be possible for all of these things that are happening right now...maybe they're all connected. Wouldn't that be something? Or maybe the folks at Paradigm have something to do wi--" asked the driver, obviously shaken up about something.

"In this line of work, it's better to have all the facts before you start cooking up conspiracy theories. Were I you I'd be mindful of who I started muttering propaganda around." Interrupted Dastun, a bitter scowl pasted on his face. For a high ranking member of the Militairy Police that was perhaps one of the most frequently used lines used in these sorts of situations.

"Yes, Sir. We should be arriving at the scene in a couple of minutes."

"Just hold out for a little longer Roger, help is on the way." thought Dastun as he adjusted his hat.

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That sucked, but I'll get better as I go along. Have to get used to the character first. =P

And I'm not by any means implying that Dastun knows that Roger is the pilot of the Big O. I'd never do something that wildly out of character.

Norman, going about making coffee as if there weren't a hole in the kitchen ceiling (but there was), placed a cup of tea before the nun.

"Thank-you, Mr. Burg," Sister Bridget said, picking the saucer and cup up. "I have a question."

"Yes, Sister?"

"Does this normally happen around Mr. Smith?"

Norman looked up at her. "Does 'what' normally happen?"

"Robots attacking and bombings and such."

"Par for the course, Sister. Although Master Roger's own Megadeus behaving erratically isn't." A noise came from a computer console in the kitchen and Norman went to check it. "Ah, the military police are here, probably due to the destruction of the mansion. Sister Bridget, for all purposes, do you mind - "

She grinned. "A vow of silence? In these circumstances, I understand. Because I don't know what's going on."

Norman smiled, and cleared his throat. "Thank-you. There's more tea if you like, sugar is on the table."

Sister Bridget watched the older gentleman leave and shook her head. "I'd like to see how you explain this." She glanced up through the hole in the ceiling and offered a prayer of protection to Roger Smith and his companions.

Roger was piloting Big O towards an area where he could rendezvous with the underground carrier. It was imperative that he put as much distance between Big O and the mansion as possible, he couldn't let anyone get any more ideas. But it was obvious that Paradigm already suspected him, otherwise they wouldn't have sent that man to spy on him, or hijack Big O for that matter. Roger hoped that Norman would be able to handle the situation with the questioning Military Police, the butler was always able to take care of anything before, but then again the infamous black Megadeus hadn't Chrombustered its way out of his mansion before either. Roger chuckled a little to himself, he always did when stuff like this happened, and it was funny in an extremely ironic sense.

"What are you planning to do, Roger Smith?" Isaac asked him. "Get Big O out of here as fast as possible," Roger answered. Isaac looked at him; Roger had a feeling that he was being regarded as a child for missing something obvious. "Your highest probability to defeat the Big Omega would be now," Isaac stated. "It still has only two of the necessary three energy prisms that it needs to be at full power. It also is not fully readied for combat, Meggido lacks two of the professors who originally created the Big Omega."

The man was busy writing down in his notebook, "Meggido, Big Omega...yes, yes." Isaac walked over and cuffed the man on his head, he went out like a light. "I believe that Isaac is right, Roger," Dorothy told him, "your best chance to defeat this Big Omega would be to fight it now." Roger thought about it, they were right, his best chance to take down Big Omega would be to attack it now. "Okay, the question is, where is it?" said Roger. "Big Omega is located approximately one mile underground," answered Isaac. "How am I supposed to get to it one mile underground?!" asked Roger. Isaac was about to answer but Dorothy cut him off. "You don't need to anymore, it's coming to us." Roger looked out of the cockpit glass, sure enough there was a large area of the city skyline being torn apart. It looked like the Big Omega was surfacing, just as Dorothy had said. "It's Showtime!"

::inside gardian 5::

Strange man"i must get back the 3rd prisim before anyone else. and with you i just might."

Gardian5 "big omega"

Stange man"hmm?"

gardian 5 " comeing....gardian 1 is coming too"

stange man "gardian 1?"

gardian 5"has been Awakened some time...has parter....and nightengale..."

::with a small smirk:: " well then this should be some fight... mabey we CAN win agianst god....this should be fun"

:: Dorothy narrowed her eyes as the megadeuce erupted from the ground. She looked back at Isaac, who was concentrating. Roger was sweating as much as he was concentrating. The guy she was choking was still. ::


((( Damnit I can't roleplay. Oh well. As soon as the fighting is over I have more tricks in my little grab-bag. )))

Beads of sweat fell off of Roger's face, but he didn't notice. His brow was knotted in concentration. There it was, about four city blocks away, Big Omega. Isaac stared at it with the undying neutrality of an android. "According to all the probability formulas I have run, there is a 98.423% chance that the joints of Big Omega have yet to be properly re-armored," Isaac stated. Roger gave Isaac a look, "How do you know that?" he asked. "It does not matter right now," Isaac answered, "you should concentrate on the battle."

Meggido sat in the cockpit of Big Omega. His body was still in pain from what Isaac had done to him. "Damn that Jefferson, why did he do this? Why did he wish to prevent the resurrection of his own creation?" Meggido turned Big Omega to face Big O. "I had hoped that I would have been able to take the last energy prism out of that android, no matter, I shall have a great deal of entertainment ripping it from the chest of this Megadeus!"

Big Omega charged straight towards Big O, mowing down all the buildings in its path. Roger pulled the left control stick forward; delivering a punch to Big Omega that almost knocked it off balance. Big Omega countered with its own powerful punch, right to Big O's chest. Roger pushed the buttons in both control sticks, causing Big O's pistons to inhale a large amount of air, and then, remembering Isaac's advice, punched the left shoulder of Big Omega, before sending the pistons crashing forward, delivering an explosive blast of compressed air. The was a loud shattering sound, bits of metal and plastic, servos and wires fell to the ground. Big Omega reeled backwards; its left shoulder was heavily damaged, the arm looked perilously close to falling off. "Damn you Negotiator!!!" The blade slammed forward and extended as it had before. Roger Barely managed to get Big O's arms into a guard position before the blade slashed, leaving a deep gash in the armor. "Well take this!" shouted Roger, grabbing Big Omega's head, and then slamming the piston forward. Big O then swung Big Omega into a nearby building; Big Omega fell down onto its back. "Perfect opportunity!" Roger yelled triumphantly. Both of Big O's pistons slammed backwards, gathering the air around them. Then, both of Big O's arms slammed forward, prepared to deliver a finishing blow. It didn't happen. Big Omega managed to pull its damaged left arm up in time to block the hits, however that arm then broke off and went flying, smashing to the ground and skidding to a halt.

"Dammit! If this keeps up the Big Omega might be destroyed!" Meggido howled. "I have to get out of here now!" Big Omega rightened itself and stood up, then it turned tail and fled. "I won't let you get away, Meggido!" Roger yelled, activating the Chromebuster. Big Omega scooped up its own arm right before being nailed by a Chromebuster straight to the back. It fell forward. "Dammit, I can't believe this is happening!" Meggido looked around the cockpit controls hurriedly. "Yes...I have that, it would be undue to try the other right now, yes!" Meggido slammed his hand onto a large red button. Big O was approaching Big Omega, prepared to deal the real final blow this time, but suddenly metallic tentacles ripped out from under the ground, wrapping themselves around Big Omega and they pulled the Megadeus into the earth. "No! I won't let you get away!" yelled Roger. But Big Omega had already vanished from sight into the earth. "Pursuing it would not be advisable," Isaac stated. "Why ever not?!" Roger yelled. "He wants you to follow," the android answered. "Wha-" roger began, however, at that moment a large blast of energy shot out of the hole. "The Blade of Oblivion attack, it is strong enough to rip this Megadeus to pieces," Isaac explained.

Big O began to sink into the ground. "What will we do now..." Roger wondered to himself. Dorothy's voice interrupted his thoughts, "Dr. Jefferson helped to create the Big Omega, didn't he?" "That is correct," Isaac answered, "and I was created to carry on his legacy." Roger turned to stare at Isaac, "Explain yourself! Now!" "I will in due time, Roger Smith," Isaac said, "but for now we should concern ourselves with leaving this place. It would not be a good turn of circumstance to be found by the Military Police here. For now at least you can console yourselves in knowing that I was created to prevent the resurrection of Big Omega, if I fail at that then I am to aid in its destruction. We should leave now"

so is it over omega?...if not....here we go...

Gardian 5: closer...closer....mother nature wants its revenge... aids in the destrusction of gods most arrogent creation... humans derived from anger...

Strange man: ...are you really a "gardian?"

Gardian 5: I protect.. is that not a gardian?

Strange man: i mean of god... how could something like you have been created by god?

Gardian 5: i was created by humans... humans who he trusted... the same who made nightengale...

Stange man: Trusted humans.... you're not makeing much sence from what you just said... wait....made?

Gardian 5: The prisim is close... ::its a dead end...but guardian punches the wall and it leads to yet another dark room..

Strange man: schwarzwald.....::schwarzwald holds the prisim in his hand tightly mummbling to himself::

Schwarzwald: hu...i...i never beleived in such a.....who are you...what are you? friend?

heyim going to attemp to get all of the story in a fan fic and mabey send it to shedder... can i get all of the players names and who they played?

agian...im going to try....it will be a while....so pm your names and the people you name.

remember,...PM....


hu ok...im caught up in the story...

man...the big omega....your last post took up a WHOLE page in size 10 font.....I bow to your greatness.....

ok...ill continue copying until the end.....and i still am not sure if its over.....

anyways.....if anyone needs the story...i can e-mail it to em...unedited of course...i mean...its REALLY long andi want the names of the chars before i do edit it...

mabey actually put the char names in.....and do a little credit thing at the begining....hu....and the big omega or lady tesser...i dont mind your help...because well....you are really the main story goers...

i only included the that had to do with the stroy...and some paintball stuff....(due to chars movment)

hu....ok...yea...pm me with your e-mail if you want it....


so ill have a record of this story.....and ill make a credet page soon...and please...sent me your chars and what you might want to say in your credit part....if anything....


AND TELL ME IF ITS OVER YET!!!

ok...well i have an edited version of whats been there in the story so far...dnt worry i have an unedited one also... tonight im going to get up a char list....to tell me if you want the edited or unedited version of the story...

ill post when i have a char sheet for the new people comeing in...

:: Dorothy looked down at her shoes, as bored as hell, whenher thoughts turned to the nun. ::

"Roger, what happened to the religious woman?"

Back at the mansion, Norman was handling the situation with Dastun.

Sister Bridget was impressed with Mr. Burg's ability to spin extemperaneous BS, of how some terrorist had intended to storm the house by planting bombs all over the building, but then the nice nun under a vow of silence had found a way in to write a note to him to inform him of the terrorist's activities, to which Dastun rubbed his bald head and wondered aloud of why he was working on his day off -

At which point, the noise of the battling Megadei drowned out the rest of Norman's tale (Sister Bridget was almost sure the old butler had used the words 'blue drink mix' and 'Master Roger's pants' somewhere in there).

The military police left quickly, leaving Norman and Sister Bridget standing amid the rubble on the sidewalk before the house.

"Where did you learn to make up something like that?" she asked.

Norman's mustache twitched. "Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies." He smiled. "However, I do believe that your mission was to recover something, so ... may I accompany you into battle?"

Sister Bridget nodded, unsure what the old man meant.

Two minutes later, hanging on for her life in the sidecar of Norman's Motorcycle of Death, she understood.

"Mr. Burg! Perhaps going UNDER lightspeed would be less dangerous!"

"That's for old men, Sister!"

::meanwhile in the underground::
(gets out of guardian 5)

strangeman: the 3rd prism?

schwarzwald: its...its quite.....whta are you? i know....amazing.....it was.....(continues strange talk)

strangeman: schwarzwald...give me the prism....

schwwarzwald: ....its wants me.......i....powerful....need power ...duo....megadues.....great power...omega...


strangeman: (jumps on schwrzwald and a fight begins)

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Schwarzwald stuggles to hold on to it while tring to stab strangeman with with it. Strangeman gets stabbed and begins to bleed. he rubbbs the wond in schwarzwald's eye. schwarzwald binks to find that his neck brace is broken by strangeman....

with his neck dangling he pushes strangeman off him and quickly gets up.... strangeman hesitaaes as schwarzwald tries to stab him and gets hit in the chest almost going all the way through his chest.

they pause for 5 seconds with strangeman still in place standing...schwarzwald pulls out the prism and stares at it.
(fighting ends)
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Schwarzwald(looks back at strangeman): you are immortal too?

Meggido slowly stalked through the underground tunnels of Paradigm city. "That negotiator hs caused far too many problems...I must find someway to perfect Big Omega for the judgement..." He stalked onward through the tunnels. "I must get another energy prism, and the memories of that old man..." Meggido continued down the tunnels, suddenly, he began to laugh meniacaly. "Perfect, just perfect, it should all work perfectly, and the bait is already set..." Meggido luaghed insanely. "Hmmmm...what's this...the gaurdians as well, no matter, by the time they realize what is happening it will have been too late..." Meggido continued laughing, it rang through the tunnels like the voice of a monster.