Saviors, no more. (The First TT RP :D) (BEGUN!)

"Ok if Slade pulled him down here, they should be... Yes!" She hit a tile on the floor and the wall behind klauz opened showing Shade & Slade fighting.

Hot spot continued to try and push futher into the base, but was failing miserably. Sounnounded on every side by Slade's finest assasin machines. His atacks were his besdt, but there were just too many. Constantly hit with lazer blasts and raked by mele weapons, it was obvious he was not going to win this one. Quickly growing exhausted from his injuries, he made a desperate attempt to retreat, but a large robot came up behind him and slammed him across the back of the head. 'D... damn it...' he hissed under his breath as he blacked out, now assuredly Slade's prisoner...

Slade looked over at the others for a split second, big mistake.
In that second, Shade had the chance and swung a strung kick right at Slades head, knocking it clwan off, revealing it was a robot
"Geez, how moany of these fake Slades does he have?" Shade said as he stomped on the head, flattening it then looking over at the group
"Where's Hotspot?"

"Alot, cause I drew them." She walked in "Hothead is takeing the long way, he should come out there," She pointed to a spot on the wall with Slade's mark. "Should we go and get him? Or wait for more of those stupid bots?" Kamica slyly smiled and se walked toward the mark.

"Indeed, we should go find Hotspot" Shade said as he continued following Kamica down the hallway.

Klauz opened his comm. and followed the two. "indubetably, the biochemical's communicator is tarnished. i cannot track him."

(BTW: anyone like the edit on my pic? i his outfit black)

"Alright, we will have to find him on our own then, lets go" Shade said as he continued to follow Kamica down the hallway.

[Nice edit, shade!]
Hot spot slowly came to, a sharp pain across the back of his head a blunt reminder as to what happened. His vison slowly came back to him, but he wishe dit hadn't: he was looking up into a bizzare white light, and just by the sound of machinery in the background, he knew right where he was- a medical examination room. They were going to dissect him- or worse. Oh well, he had broken out before, so he could do it again. However, when he tried to power up, strange jets came out of the exam table and blasted him with a cold fog, grinding his power-up to a halt. Shivering, he felt he was being watched. He glanced ot his left to see the tall assasin robot that had knocked him out. This one looked unremarkable, albeit it was significantly taller and its orange marks were replaced with blue ones. 'Do try not to do that again.' it asked him. Oddly, hotspot noticed it's voice didn't sound like a machine. Could it be that it was a guy in a suit? Hot spot didn't really care a second later, as the door bursted open. To his horror, he saw Slade stride into the room. 'Cozy?' Slade asked smugly as he strode closer to Hotpsot, a weird shot needle in his hand, swiming with a vile black fuid. Hotspot didn't need to ask what it was, he knew the answer all too well- the serum.

(Its kool! U like mine? She's anime)
"Just fallow the heat." As she got to the tunnel entance, she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. Not now! Quickly she opened the entrance, by tilting Slade's S mark, only to see hotspot not there, only Dead bots. She could smell melting metal. Kamica knew that Hotspot had been captured, she also knew the real Slade was to close for comfort. "Crap! OK fallow me!" She ran down the hall. HotHead! You better stay alive!

Shade followed Kamica carefully
"Can you track where he went?" Shade said to Kamica.

Slade toyed with the needle in his hand. 'Remeber this? Seems like not long ago since I last gave you your first, albeit small, dosage.' hot spot Glared at Slade. 'Oh come now, remember all those nice meories we had?' Slade tuanted. Oh, hot spot rememmbered them all right- the researching, the lobotomies, the weir dchemicals. Oh, he remembered all right. Slade aimed the needle at him. 'Now, I miss my little guinea pig, so let's pick up where we left off, shall we?' Slade hissed as he brought the needle closer...

"No need to." The sick feeling got worse. She ran through wat looked like a wall, but she knew was a hallagram, inside she saw Hotspot on a table with Slade, and a bot hovering over him. "Slade back away NOW!" She commanded rage filled her. Slade looked up, "Kamica, would you like to help me? You always did enjoy an experiment. What a smart girl you were, but look at you now. Caught in the battle of which side to choose..."

Shade leaped at Slade and landed a kick across face, knocking him down but not doing too much real damage
"And Shade, the one with no side.." Slade said as he got up
"My side IS no side!" Shade said to Slade

Klauz walked in, wearing his robe, with his hands behind his back. he was filled with rage when he saw slade. Slade, the man who tore off half of his face...made him a monster. "Hello Slade, are you ready for an injury similar to mine?" he walked over to hotspot, withdrew hs claws, and easily cut hotspot out through the steel hold. (or w/e it was made of) he retracted his claws. "Good to see you Biochemical." he gestured torwards slade. "Now, what to do, what to do..."

Kamica ran toward the blue Slade. Throwing punches and kicks. She got him with her robot leg and knocked the wind out of him. "That all you got? If your working with Slade now, your going to need to work harder." Sh saw Slade and Shade fighting, Slade still had the syrum. "Shade! Watch it!" She ran behind Slade trying to use her powers but besides a little draft and the room getting a little colder, she had nothing. Oh come on! Work! She settled with a kick to Slade's back insted.

Hotspot freed himself form the exam table, and powered up to help the others. However, the Blue Assassin, which had kept mainly out of the fight, got in his way. 'Where do you think you're going?' it asked him. 'If you know what is good for you-' Hot spot said, generating a fireball in his hand. 'You will get outta my way!' he shouted, slinging the fireball at the Assassin. However, something unexpected happened. A blast of cold mist erupted from its palm and diluted the fireball to nothing. 'If YOU know what is good for you, you will stop your futile resistance.' the assassin said in a threatening tone. Hot spot, now beyond mad, did a back flip so he was standing on his hands. Using his Fire to spin himself like a helicopter, he did a spinning- kick at the assassin, nailing it dead in the face. He got back to his feet and spun around to see his attacker... and his jaw dropped to the ground. He recognized the face almost instantly. Shoulder length hair, piercing green eyes, and a face as cold as a blizzard- there was no question in his mind- this was Ilia. But taking a closer look, he realized something way wrong. She wore an eye patch over her left eye, and her face was covered in surgical scars. Her hair, once shock Black, was now an eerie stark white, probably due to the odd experiments Slade had unquestionably performed. 'Ilia, is that you?' hot spot asked, surprised to see her. Wordlessly, she gave him a square punch in the gut, sending him sprawling. 'You look surprised. 'Slade asked Hotspot. 'It took a while to recapture her. At first she resisted with the whole noble "I will never join you" lines of heroic junk, but in time, I molded her to my will.' Slade hissed. 'Oh, and another thing. Now that the serum is coursing through her, don't you think she makes a perfect servant?' Slade said mockingly. Ilia's face was blank the whole time. Slade... he had done so much... to Shade... to Kamica... to Klauz... and now, to him and Ilia. Hot spot's rage went into overdrive, and once more the dormant levels of serum came to a boil, his fire once more becoming a ghastly violet color. 'Slade, I will get you for this!' He shouted, charging at Slade with all of his fury...

"NO HOTSPOT! THAT"S WHAT HE WANTS!" Kamica knew she had to calm hotspot down before the syrum took control of him. I need to, do what needs to be done. She thought quoteing her old gang leader. She jumped up and kicked hotspot in his side, knocking him away. "Kamica your with me agian?" She heard Slade shout, "The syrum's not even IN you anymore. But I guess you know that in our last fight, when you drew the dragon with the antidotie, you los your powers." Kamica didn't listen, she was still trying to help Hotspot."I'm sorry HotHead, I really am." With her robotic leg, she kicked him in the temple. Knocking him out, and powering im down.

Klauz just sat there and watched. not really caring what happened or who got hurt. evem he didn't know why he didn't spring into action

Hot spot, still injured from his earlier fight to break into the base, went down like a ton of bricks. Ilia, a blank stare on her face, watched her old friend go down, his macabre violet flames puttering out and extinguishing. During her numerous times in Slade's lab, the portions of her brain in charge of emotions we no longer functional, but she still thought it was a bit of a pitty that a team mate had to bring Down Hotspot to keep him from getting hurt. She had received no orders form slade, so she watched the scene play out before her. She noticed another one out of the corner of her eyes, an odd one with a cloak. Slade didn't need to give an order verbaly- all he did was tap a button on his gauntlet. Worldessly, she approached the newcomer...

Klauz did not like the looks of this, either he had to take them into a hasty retreat or they would shurely perish. he sighed. "I have you, biochemical" he picked up hotspot, dodged a couple attacks from Ilia and ran out the room. he set Hotspot down. "Perhaps you should rest?" Klauz ran back into the room, grabbed Kamica and ran out, got hotspot in his arms once again and started to run. "Hurry Shade, you do not wish to be left behind!" Klauz waited until shade came back in before running off to his retreat.

She was just about to ring Slade's neck when Klauz grabed her. "Klauz, no matter what happens I'M NOT RETREATING! Slade took my powers an now he is going to pay!" She shook her arm loose, and started to run back, "Get hotspot out of here!" Once back in the experiment room, Kamica spotted Slade, ordering Hotspot's one time friend to search and destroy them.She knew she had to protect her new found friends, even in odd ways... "Slade, it tis ashame that you make a weakling work for you instead of me..." She causlly walked into the room, "Why would you even think I would leave you? Don't say that I really did leave. That's just good acting, master." On the inside she shuddered at the word 'Master' "So what's the plan?"

Klauz was shattered. "no..." he sighed. "Come on Biochemical, let us leave the domicile. i am not certain if it is a fake, or not. we must let her be on her own. let us go" he picked him up, and ran out into the ocean, only to come up on to shore. hetspot was wetagain. "we cannot have this can we?" he brough out his gooey hand and stuck it to his chest, then the water from all over his body came into it. Hotspot was dry. "There we are."

"Do you think I am stupid child?" Slade asked. Yes, very "No, master. Just mislead. I learned everything I know from you..." She nelt on her good leg. "Then you shall take the syrum?" He showed her the needle with the syrum. "Only if you find a better name for it." Kamica rose and looked at the experiment girl, "Or on second thought, just don't make me look like her..." Before she could say anything else Slade injected the syrum into Kamica's neck. "Crap...that...hurt.." She hit the floor. This time I will control it... Then Kamica was out cold.

Hot spot slowly came to, his head throbing so loud he thought it would explode. He looked around to see he was on the surface with Klauz. He wobbled to his feet, hardly able to see straight. Too exhausted and injured to even try to power up and read the local heat signatures, he turned to Klauz, the closest person. he tried to ask what had happened, but all that came out was "Klau... wha... happen...' he gasped, still not even remotely recovered from the effects of the serum or his attempts to enter the base earleir, and the two hits on his head weren't helping him much either.

"you have sustained much injuries. do not worry. GREEKMA!" Greekma ran up. "sssswaht isssss it?"
"The biochemical here has sustained many injuries. where is the hotel room?" Greekma lead him to a small Apartment on the west side of town, and Klauz put Hotspot on the bed. "You just rest, me and Greekma will keep watch."