The Adventures of the Justice Squad!

 Episode Name:  The Adventures of the Justice Squad!
   Written By:  Genesis
         Cast:  Alarcon, Atlin, Genesis, Harris, Kotesh, Lao and Vimes.
  Produced By:  Starfleet
  Directed By:  Genesis
     Aired On:  Tue Jun 10 00:35:59 2003
     Stardate:  53277.2

Time: Mon Jun 09 19:59:35 2003

Stardate: 53276.7

Deep in the heart of the Aegis Mountains that sit ringed by Anomaly City is the secret headquarters of the Justice Squad. A band of champions, heroes who fear nothing and always save the day. Currently, sitting on their conference table is the evil Dr. Chronos, the master of time...also known as Ensign Pete Lao. He's chewing on an apple, waiting for people to show.

Echoing footsteps approach from one of the vehicle bays, and in steps... THE COMMANDO. No, he's not commando, he is one. Beret tipped rakishly over his eyes, Robert Harris tries to look heroic in the uniform thing he wears.

The Chemist's footsteps echo, as well, but her stride is a clicking, purposeful sort, accompanied by a soft rustling of her costume as she comes into view. Alarcon looks... well, tremendously atypical for her, anyway. Hair slicked back, expression an attempted mix of sultry and severe, she is the next to arrive.

Following the Chemist, Pulsar steps into the conference hall. A glow of varying intensity pulses at infrequent intervals around the mutant's body, reflecting off the glimmering steel of the walls and floor.

It's hard being Hunter, Lord of the Forest in a city. Moreso in a secret lair deep underground. Being Lord of the Forest requires trees. So when The Hunter arrives -- otherwise known as Kotesh Endilev -- it is without much fanfare or ado. No bold walk or self-certain strutting. Quite the opposite. He creeps towards the table and adopts a lazy lean on the back of his chair, his mood-ring eyes shifting through the color spectrum about as slowly as he's given to moving at the moment. And, being one for vast understatements and downplays of drama? He lifts one hand from his folded arms and utters the first words of the secret convention of Justice's Most Mighty and Campily Dressed. "Hey." Evil trembles in its sinister booties.

Atlin, being a little more familiar with Terran culture than her first-boyfriend, arrives clad a bit more true to the superhero idiom. She doesn't glow, like the Pulsar, but instead shimmers, her skin putting off slight refractions of the light here and there. Serenity is mildly epidermally prismatic, apparently. She draws up alongside the Lord of the Forest and rests one long-fingered hand on the back of her chair, eyes wandering over the interior of the room seemingly at random.

Evil, sitting on the table, is currently waving its sinister booties back and forth. When Kotesh enters, Dr. Chronos gets a big smile, and says, "Hi. I'm a jerk. Let's have some fun, first, and then we can talk later. Cool?" He nods to the others, although Atlin also gets a big huge Lao-grin.

Eyeing the evil doctor jerk guy, Commando rests his hand on the butt of the pistol at his hip. Since he's the leader, he places a swagger in his step as he approaches his seat at the head of the table. He's either extremely confident, or the uniform chafes a bit... it's hard to tell, really.

Chafing would be a good way to go. At least as far as Vimes, aka Pulsar, is concerned. More than just a little uncomfortable at how this get-up he's wearing throws the convention of modesty out the window, he nonetheless does his best to come across as all heroic and such by...crossing his arms over his chest.

"I like fun," Kotesh-who-is-the-Hunter replies to Doctor-Chronos-who-is-Lao, "but you're not a jerk, really. At all. Fun first, then talk after. That's fine." With that said, Kotesh glances aside at Atlin with an encouraging little grin, scooting his chair -- and himself -- a bit closer to the Serene one. "Hi," he offers to her quietly, "can I be your sidekick?"

Alarcon, aka The Chemist, seems surprisingly unruffled by this, her first foray into catsuit-wearing. Maybe this is what she wears around her quarters. There's just no way to tell, with those science types. It's always the quiet ones...

Lao grins at Kotesh. "Okay." He looks to the others. "Right, then. I'm going to go hide off-curtain, and we'll get this show rolling. You've all been summoned here by your handy-dandy Justice Squad alarm to answer yet another threat to Anomaly City!" And with that, he strides quickly for one of the exits. As the door closes behind him, his voice can be heard to say, "Run program!" Outside the windows...the clouds start moving.

"What? No searchlight in the sky?" Harris asks lightly as he plops into his chair at the head of the table and tries to look leaderish... even as the Justice Squad vibrating pager of doom starts screaming at his hip.

The moment Harris plops into his chair, part of the ceiling opens, and a viewscreen lowers over the table. It's a giant monitor, cube-shaped, each side a screen. It's held into the roof by a long metal cylinder. It lowers slowly, coming to rest about ten feet over the wide table, easily viewable by all.

Alarcon takes her seat, bandolier o' chemicals jingling slightly. Angling in her seat so that she can easily view the screen, she says nothing, just watches, waits.

Atlin glances aside at the interaction between Kotesh and Lao and nods her head once, satisfied, apparently, with whatever just passed between them. Lao, regardless of all of that, receives a beaming smile, even as she quietly eyes the rest of the team, absent-mindedly appraising. Atlin whispers to Kotesh, "We'll discuss it later. You can audition for the role." Her eyes turn this way and that as she settles into her chair, finally coming to rest briefly on the person at the head of the table.

The screens flicker to life, showing the face and shoulders of an older man with a thick moustache. He's wearing what 20th century aficionados would recognize as a police uniform. "This is Commissioner O'Hare, Justice Squad," he says, in an Irish brogue. "Faith'n'begorrah! Yeh won't believe it!" he announces.

Giving Lao a thumbs-up once the set-up is explained, Vimes turns his focus to the screen, watching the 'police commissioner' appear as the mutant falls back into his seat around the conference table.

And it's business time. Leaning forward in his chair, Commando stares at the screen. "What's the problem, Commissioner?" he asks gruffly. "Rampaging pod people again?" He glances at the others and shrugs before his eyes return to the screen - it sounded good, right?

First pithee Superheroish line of the evening goes to... Kotesh! "The dental appointment in the dayplanner of justice?" Oh, yes. He's full of them, he is. Giving Atlin his best serious nod, the Hunter continues to refuse his chair in favor of leaning on its back. Much more aloof and mysterious that way, naturally. "Evil's asked for a date and virtue's babysitter just cancelled?"

Vimes holds his hands up and shrugs back at the Commando before looking at the screen again, "Or is it the evil sewer serpent striking people through their plumbing drains again?"

The Commissioner announces, "Worse! There are neanderthals in the Thomas Paine Mall!" The screen switches to a fish-eyed view from a security camera. Yes, indeed, there are neanderthals in the mall. Hunched over, primitive men are making a mess of the place. Wearing furs and carrying rough clubs, they're terrorizing mall patrons, smashing displays, and generally making a nuisance of themselves. And, as every Justice Squad member must realize, this can only be the work of one diabolic mind...

Atlin looks across the table briefly at Alarcon. There is one word contained in the way she glances at the only other woman in the room, and it is: /Boys./ "I'm certain... " and then her words are cut off by the Commissioner actually /answering/. She raises her white eyebrows slightly and murmurs. "Oh my."

Alarcon narrows her eyes, shakes her head in general disgust. "-Neanderthals,-" is all she mutters in reply to Atlin's glance. Hard to tell if it's a comment on 'boys' or the actual menace at hand.

Vimes stands up, slamming his fist down on the table as he looks at the other fellow members of the Justice Squad, "The senior citizens must be allowed to have their mall-walks uninterrupted and in peace!" and looks towards the screen again.

Harris comes to his feet, eyeing the Neanderthals on the screen with a grim smirk. "Doctor..." he pauses, scrunching up his nose as he looks at each of them in turn. No, I did not forget his name! Honest. "Chronos." Cue dramatic windup music, reaction shots.

The first dramatic shot is of the Commissioner's blustery Irish face. "That madman!" he sputters, outraged. "I thought he died when that shuttle crashed!"

Encino Man? Ahem. Kotesh watches the primitives ransack the altar of consumerism like the sacking of some pagan temple. And he actually grins a bit. "I think they look to be enjoying themselves, actually. Look! That one's making friends with a -- oh my. Well, all the same, I can't hardly blame them." Kotesh scratches at the back of his head for a moment prior to glancing towards Vimes. "It wouldn't kill them to take a nature hike now and again, you know." Hrrm. "So. Mister Commissioner person? Can your police forces handle -- you know -- the primitives? While we go looking for Chronos? It seems the arch-villain-meets-heroic-union thing to do." A thoughtful pause. "Or we could go and make the Mall safe for pubescent girls again, I suppose. And look for. Erm. Clues. And such."

Oh, yes, the clues. Commando nods. "Of course. We should head down there right away in the..." he glances at the garage he was just in. "Justice Mobile!" The man flies shuttlecraft for a living, how hard could it be to drive a car?

"So did I," affirms Serenity-Atlin, rising to her feet again. Her cape gets briefly caught on the chair's arm, and she eyes it with mild balefulness before disentangling herself. Ahem. These things take a bit to get used to. "Yes. Let's... go to the. Yes."

The Commissioner nods on the screen. "Well, we can handle the Neanderthals, I think. Perhaps you'd best deal with Dr. Chronos?" A nod down to Commando. "Though sure'n I'd be lying if I said the Justice Mobile wouldn't be a welcome sight!"

Alarcon half-grins, rising to her feet, as well. Adjusting a vial of something powdery and rust-coloured so it stops jingling every time she moves, which is very unhelpful to stealth manoeuvers, The Chemist then cuts a dramatic and severe pose of (mostly) patient anticipation, one hand resting lightly on the back of her chair. She still has yet to speak, but seems ready to head for this Justice Mobile thing.

. o O Atlin is deeply relieved about something; this is her primary emotion, though she's becoming intrigued about and excited by this holodeck adventure.

Shot down by a holocop, Harris frowns. Oppression by the man! Ahem. "Oh, right. Dr. Chronos. Any leads on his whereabouts, Chief?" He looks around the room, adding, "Do any of you have anything?" Eyes turn back to the garage, and he smiles slightly - the car awaits.

. o O Harris thinks "I hope the keys are in it."

The Commissioner shakes his head. "Dr. Chronos is far out of our league, Commando!" He looks down at the Justice Squad, anxiously.

Vimes, still standing, starts to pace around. Tapping a finger against his lips, he suddenly whirls and points at the commissioner on the screen, "Commissioner O'Hare, isn't Anomaly City First Bank and Trust clear across town from the mall?"

"You handle the Neanderthals through non-lethal methods. We'll find Chronos and clean his clock." Kotesh, rather proud of that particular pun, offers a cheesy grin at the video feed of the Comish. "Notify the League if any further temporal hyjinx erupt. We'll rub some sticks together over here and have things resolved in time for dinner." Kotesh gives a plain old unassuming nod and looks to the Commando. "Right?" Kotesh straightens up and adjusts his vest just so, ending with a gesture towards Vimes, "See? Gosh, we're good."

On the screen, the Commissioner suddenly says, "Mary, mother o' God! You're right, Pulsar!" He looks down at the rest of the team. "This whole thing might be naught more than a distraction!"

Vimes snaps his fingers and does a fist pump in the air before looking at the others, grinning as he nods in a self-satisfied manner and then to the Commando, "What now, fearless leader?"

A grim smile crosses Commando's face. "Of course, Hunter," he replies before glancing over at Pulsar. "We should get to the bank right away! To the Justice Mobile!" And please, God, don't let it be a green van with a talking dog.

"Might I suggest... /leaving.../ the conference room?" Serenity voices, shaking her head slightly. "We can... all talk... and move, right? Time is... pardon the pun... of the, ah. Essence." Her antennae crane this way and that, tuning in to each person as they speak.

Vimes starts to run towards the garage, "I call shotgun!"

"Of course," Kotesh remarks as he turns to jog towards the Justice Mobile's garage of peril, "he could know we'd think it's a distraction for a bank raid and actually be intending something on the other side of the other side of the city near the mall. And knowing that, actually be intending to hit the bank, just a bit later than right now. Or. You know? Let's just go. My brain hurts."

And so the team descends through the door marked conveniently with a 'Garage' sign on it. Down the steps they go, to a another massive room...where sits the Justice Mobile! It's a long, sleek car, done in electric blue, with three doors on either side. It's headlights are massive. This is the Batmobile on speed and steroids.

"I so get to drive," Harris calls as he rushes toward the driver's door, an almost manic grin on his face. If it moves and has a throttle, it's like crack for ancient Starfleeters.

Alarcon oohs, quietly, then remembers she must have already seen this many times as her alter ego, and gets back into character as quickly as possible. She runs a gloved fingertip along its shiny paint job as she heads for one of the doors, admiring its construction.

"While I wholly endorse the notion of carpooling, we really should invest in a more eco-friendly and fuel-efficient supervehicle. Although the Justice Recumbant Bicycle lacks a certain flair, I guess." Kotesh fetches a door for whoever is to be riding beside him, smiling rather brightly as he does so. "What's this thing get per tank, you figure? City, not highway..." The Hunter doesn't get invited to many of the After-Parties of Justice, does he.

Moves? Has a throttle? This thing looks more complicated than a Sovereign-class helm. It has a big steering wheel. And a dashboard. And lights. Everywhere. Blinking; flashing green; flaring red. Each seat appears to have controls and options.

Sliding behind the controls, Commando eyes the daunting set of buttons, switches, and the big wheel silently for a moment before reaching out and pressing a button. "I think this starts it," he states rather confidently.

Fated to likely be the ejection seat casualty of this episode, Vimes nonetheless straps himself into the front passenger seat. Safety first, after all.

Alarcon's eyes have not yet fallen out of her head as yet, though this could happen at just about any moment. Flashing lights... FLARING lights... controls and options, controls and options, controls and ooooooptions... her bulging eyes glaze over happily when she slides into her seat in what is rapidly approaching Terminal Nerd Coma State.

Blink. Blinkblink. "I actually think it's solar-powered, dear," Atlin replies quietly, eyeing Kotesh quietly as she slides in through one of the doors and takes her seat. It takes her a second to figure out seatbelts and capes and such, but she does it.

The car roars into life as Commando presses a button. It's engine sounds like a purring jungle cat. The floor around the group suddenly drops, like an elevator.

Beaming, Harris seems about to say something witty as the car drops. Instead, he just grips the steering wheel and waits.

The car lift stops after several seconds. A tunnel lights up ahead of it, little glowing cylinders snapping to life one after the other, running down the length of their route out of the Aegis Mountain.

Not being the geek that the engineering officers are, Vimes still can't help but have his interest captivated by all the buttons and lights. It takes a deliberate effort of self-restraint to keep himself from starting to push them at random just to see what they do.

Stomping on the gas pedal, Commando aims the car along the tunnel with a laugh of delight - he's loving every second of this.

And they're off! The Justice Mobile lurches into action, a map popping up on a console, showing Commando the way to the street where the mall sits across the way from the bank.

Alarcon, for her part, sits and basks in the blinky, flashy, flary goodness and opulent geek aesthetics of the vehicle's interior, content.

The Justice Machine roars out of a holographic exit, swerving out onto a desolate highway, streaking it's way towards Anomaly City.

Vimes, on the other hand, braces himself with a hand on the dashboard as he thinks to himself: There is no possible way this could be considered a safe means of travel.

Pedestrian! Swerve! Oncoming traffic! Swerve! As the Justice Mobile races ahead, Harris tries not to score extra points in the bonus round by flattening the innocent civilians and the poor boy scouts rushing them across the streets. Besides, they'd ruin the paint job. VROOM!

Of course, the Justice Mobile is responsive to Harris' commands. It's like a hunting cat, pouncing it's way forward through the light traffic they encounter as the desolate highway joins the busy streets of Anomaly City.

Screeech. "Hey, Pulsar? Could you... uh... tell me when I need to turn?" Commando asks as he places his eyes on the road. "I just nearly flattened a tour bus of bingo players back there."

"Look out for the-- That's not a-- I think you just scared that-- Oh, dear." Kotesh makes with the backseat driving as little as he can manage, which is to say he's doing it a lot. But he means well. "You know, it's hard sitting in these seats with a bow and arrows strapped to your back." He shifts his gear a bit before getting it settled to his liking. There. "And I really don't think this thing is solar powered, Serenity. What happens when it's cloudy?" Valid point.

Alarcon shifts slightly, crossing her legs to avoid touching anyone else as much as possible. She has no super mutant ability that will suck the life from them or anything, but she... just wants to be alone... with the blinky lights and controls and options... Ignoring the road for her own personal sanity, The Chemist leans her face against the glass of the window, closes her eyes and listens to the soothing hum of the engines and such.

"That's what the Chemist spent all that time developing the super battery for, obviously. So that it would hold enough of a charge to be able to do this even when it's cloudy." Atlin's eyes drift to half-closed, a nice avoidance tactic for the eeeeek that is this driving experience.

Vimes leans his head out of the window and shouts, "Sorry, citizens!" as the car barrels through an intersection. Looking to Commando, Vimes nods, "Of course." and takes a gander at the map console, "Turn right..now!"

Rockets fire out of the sides of the Justice Mobile as it makes a sharp right turn, aiding in the turn and stabilizing the vehicle once the turn is complete. A few more minutes of this, and the team arrives at the corner of Dulcais and Rynka Streets. On one corner sits the expanse of the mall. Across the street at the other corner, sits the bank.

"So... we're uh... here," Commando offers quietly as he shuts the car off and proceeds to sit there quietly for a few moments to calm his jangling nerves.

Vimes stumbles out of the car, bracing himself against it with one hand as he bends put his head between his knees, taking several deep breaths. Looking up, he holds up a fist in Harris' direction, "No more driving for you. Never, -ever-, again."

The mall parking lot is filled with police cars, their flashing lights flaring red and white. It's late afternoon. Police stand outside their cruisers, guns drawn. There are even a few SWAT team vans. The bank is also surrounded by police cars, a few of them just pulling up.

Alarcon unfolds herself from the vehicle, shaking off her Nerd Reverie like so much dust from the journey. Finally, she speaks. "And so what sort of Master of Time is going to -need- a distraction to accomplish a robbery he could have flawlessly executed by simply jaunting back in Time?" she wonders, idly, adjusting her bandolier.

"An arrogant one, would be my... first instinct. Or one that is... very bored," Atlin replies, unbuckling her seatbelt and removing herself from the car. Perhaps the cape was not the best idea. It gets briefly caught on the door, and she sighs, disentangling herself from the same. "So." And her eyes swing then to the Fearless Leader.

Kotesh slides out of his door, tilting his head just so as though listening to something which only he can hear. (Maybe only he can.) Without much ado he nocks an arrow into the bow he slips easily from his back. Without much ado he begins heading towards the bank. "Chronos is in the bank. He has hostages. And henchmen. And. They're greasy." He pauses to lift the cowl of his cloak, his shifting eyes settling into a warm red color as the Hunter stalks his prey. "I'll take the roof. See if I can get a shot." With that said, Kotesh states quasi-boldy, "Hunter's /leap!/" And subsequently springs through the air towards the rooftop, landing in a crouch with his bow at the ready. Neat!

Emerging from the car, Commando adjusts his sunglasses as he inspects the scene. "It wasn't *that* bad," he protests to Vimes before he places his hand on the hood, all nonchalant like. "We could do this the normal way - storming through the front door and all." He looks over his shoulder at the hunter. "Or maybe we should do the sneaking around thing." He frowns. With a name like Commando, he has to prefer the full frontal assault.

The Hunter is, at this point, a little far away, considering he just jumped, like, 70 metres through the air to land on the bank's roof. With his enhanced hearing, he can pick up the conversation, though, and even respond...through his Justice Squad Two-Way Wristwatch Radio(tm)!

And with that anticlimactic reception to her single spoken sentence, The Chemist falls silent once again, shoving her hands into the pockets of her dramatic lab coat and dourly watching The Hunter do his amazing leapy-thing onto the roof.

Vimes straightens up and walks over to stand by Harris, nodding as he says, "Let's let the Hunter see what he can in there and relay it back to us. Have the Chemist and Serene move in from the sides. Once Hunter gives us the Ok that it's all clear to go in, you and I blast our way in from the front door, but only once we're sure none of the hostages will be in the cross-fire. How's that sound?"

"Sure," Harris replies with a nod to Vimes before lifting his Justic Squad Two-Way Wristwatch Radio(tm) to his mouth. "Did you catch all that, Hunter?"

Keeping quiet, Kotesh instead lifts a hand to waggle a pair of fingers in a gesture of the affirmative. Yep. In rather excellent /actual/ stealthiness, Kotesh slips across the rooftop and out of view of the others, coming to the skylight to peer down at the situation below. His eyes shift about to catch the details before he slips back from the skylight to call in his report. "Hunter to Commando. Chronos is down there, all right. He's frozen the people of the bank and his henchmen look mechanical. I don't have enough..." Kotesh checks his quiver briefly. "Okay. I really don't know what half of these arrows do. But I doubt I'll have enough to be much good on those henchmen. I can cover you from the roof if things get hairy. Which... they will. Serenity? Chemist? Have you got line of sight yet?"

Chemical POWERS!
Alarcon slinks around to her side of the building, crouching down in a suitably dramatic and skulky fashion. Into her little communications device, she hisses, "I'm going to try to go for the henchmen. If they are indeed mechanical, I should be able to disable them with the use of the ChemicoLauncher... and without damaging the hostages!" Whipping a couple of vials from her bandolier, she mixes their contents, chuckling rather darkly (albeit quietly) over the comm device. Snapping the mixture in one of the tubes into an elaborate device on her wrist, she aims the CLauncher almost exactly as a certain Space Ghost aims his Bracer of Zapping, and goes for broke!

Alarcon's wrist-launcher fires, a tiny tube shooting on a parabolic arc through the window of the bank. It crashes through the window, coming to rest on the floor of the bank, where it exudes a gas. Dr. Chronos clenches his fist, and cries out, "The Justice Squad! Blast them!" His henchman continue on their tasks, but start moving jerkily.

Vimes speaks into his own comm device, "Pulsar to Hunter, are the hostages clear of the doors? I don't want to send a spray of glass into them. Over."

Atlin slinks, likewise, to her side of the building, peering in through windows and trying to locate hostages. She blinks in surprise as the gas starts to fill the bank area, and nods slightly to herself.

In the bank, Dr. Chronos mutters, "Time power: Put a tyrannosaurus on the front lawn of the bank. Eat that, Kotesh. Heh heh heh!" And the air in front of the bank shimmers...and there's a tyrannosaurus rex standing there, towering over the building, and looking mighty surprised.

The cops, incidentally, do a lot of hiding behind their cars now.

Harris glances up at the dinosaur. "Damn..." is all he manages to get out before he pulls out his lil' stun gun. "All right, Pulsar... let's make some dinosteak."

"I can't really see the doorway," Kotesh replies as he circles the skylight, "but the glass doesn't seem to bother the hostages much at all. They're in stasis." A pause as he notes the effects of Chemist's opening volley. "Move! He's on to us! We need to move--" His words are abruptly ended by the sight of the largest reptile Kotesh has ever seen. Without really skipping a beat, he's drawing back his bow and letting his first arrows fire. The hiss of arrows streak the skies! And while arrows against dinosaurs sounds asanine? These are /super/ arrows shot via /super/ strength! So they're only /mildly/ asanine!

<CONTEST> Kotesh contests his Coordination (Dexterity) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

The t-rex roars as Kotesh's arrow streaks from the rooftop into its thick throat. It sidesteps, crushing a police car, scattering cops, and then swings it's massive snout to the figure on the roof. And takes a step that way.

Inside the bank, Dr. Chronos jumps up and down. "Eat hot dinosaur, heroes!" he cackles. His henchmen are slowly grinding to a halt. "Time powers: more robot slaves!" he cries out, and a half-dozen appear. "Empty the vault!" he orders.

Right. Cops getting scattered. Robot servants. Atlin moves back around to the front of the building and, attempting to keep out of range of the T-rex's tail, murmuring, "Feel peace." Her hands are turned palm-up, spread slowly out to the sides, as she turns her gaze from one cop to the next. Panicing cops = no good. And it's not like she can do much for the hostages or anything like that.

Vimes blinks a few times as he looks up...and up at the Tyrannosaurus, "Well I'll be damned..." and then nods at Harris' prodding. Clenching his fists together, both begin to slowly build up a glowing aura around them. Keeping his eyes on the dinosaur, he thrusts both of his hands forward and lets fly a massive blast of energy from them, "Laser beams!"

The police's panic fades instantly, replaced by expressions of calmness. One of them nods to Serenity. "Thank you, ma'am." He turns to the others, and shouts, "Fall back! Give the Squad some covering fire!" And then Vimes' bolt streaks towards the t-rex.

<CONTEST> Vimes (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

The t-rex roars as Pulsar's lasers erupt out of his hands and burn into the dinosaur's side. It swings back to look down at Pulsar and Commando. It is getting enraged.

At the same time that Vimes lets loose his laser beams, Harris gets it into his head to go charging forward at the bank doors. 'Course, there's a rampaging dinosaur in between him and it, but that damn impulsiveness just bubbles up. With a roar, Commando blurs into motion.

Commando runs right in-between the distracted t-rex's legs, and into the bank doors, smashing the locked doors open with his peak human strength. Dr. Chronos looks down at Commando, and throws back his head, laughing. "Ah, Commando, my old foe! We meet again. What a cruel world, that an anachronism like you must fail time and again before the Master of Time! I imagine the years you spent after World War II, locked in suspended animation, deep in that Nazi laboratory, might explain your dulled wits!"

Chemical POWERS!
The Chemist is hard at work from her vantage point around the corner of the bank. Working quickly, she mixes a few more chemicals together and loads the resulting compound into the special ChemicoLauncher. Again, her wrist is aimed with what she fervently hopes is deadly accuracy and laserlike scientific precision!

<CONTEST> Alarcon contests her Coordination (Dexterity) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

The Chemist unleashes yet another daring blast, a large capsule launching into the mouth of the t-rex. It bounces off the roof of the t-rex's mouth, and down it's throat. It's a fast-acting chemical...but not that fast. The t-rex has several seconds before it keels over.

"Eat my SCIENCE, Chronos!" cackles The Chemist, as she ducks back around the side of the building.

"Hunter's /LEAP!/" Kotesh springs into the air again, executes a somersault in the air, and spins down to crash his boots through the skylight and down into the bank below. Glass and metal rain down as the Andorian Hunter drops in all due predatory fury into the midst of the bank's static mayhem. His bow -- renocked even -- is held aside in his left hand as his right unclips his bola to begin spinning it rapidly at his side. "Time's up, Chronos! None escape the /Hunter/!" Yes. Kotesh /is/ enjoying playing this particular game with Lao for some reason which is likely lost on the majority of people. But, oh /my/ the grin.

Chronos turns, gathering up his cloak in his fist and growls. "The Hunter, too. I see we've brought all the anachronisms out to play!" He sneers at Kotesh. "Still using your wittle boy and awwows, little man?"

Chronos mutters, "Time powers! Freeze Hunter!" and points his hand at Kotesh. A blue light fires out of it.

<CONTEST> Lao contests his Energy Weapon skill vs Kotesh's Dodge skill and Fails!

The t-rex swings its mighty head around, and with startling speed, lunges at Pulsar!

<CONTEST> Genesis contests his Unarmed Combat skill vs Vimes's Dodge skill and Succeeds!

And Pulsar's torso disappears into the t-rex's mouth, his Justice Squad uniform saving him from being instantly bitten in two. The t-rex rears up, shaking its mighty head to and fro.

Well. There's only one way to find out if these powers work on, er, time-shifted T-rexes. Her eyes widen abruptly, and she murmurs, "Feel peace." Hopefully it'll keep her from feeling pieces of Pulsar raining down on her from above. Ew.

The t-rex stops its manic thrashing, and pauses. It looks down at Serenity, and opens its mouth, dropping Pulsar from about 35 feet up.

His legs dangling from a T-Rex's mouth, Vimes' dignity is somewhat saved by the fact that his screaming like a girl is muffled..before suddenly being dropped to the lawn below. Arms and legs flailing all about, he finally gets his bearings in time to aim both hands at the ground below, "Solid Light!" before firing concussive blasts straight down in attempt to slow his descent...

Of course, the mighty Pulsar has used his solid photonic blasts to do this before. He fires at the ground, digging dents into the lawn of the bank, and slows his fall until he touches the ground like a feather.

"Do you always talk this much?" Commando asks with disdain just before Hunter crashes through the skylight. With a grunt, he turns on the nearest henchman to issue some justice, Jet Li-style.

<CONTEST> Harris (claiming advantage) contests his Unarmed Combat (Starfleet Martial Arts) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Commando attacks the nearest robot, only to find that his fists of fury bounce rather painfully off their metallic hide. Chronos laughs. "Antiquated fool! Your fists of flesh and bone cannot pierce the hide of my robot servants!"

Alarcon slinks around the side of the bank and gets in through the busted-open doors, courtesy of Commando. Once there, she tries to hunker down in a corner behind a potted plant, doing her best to avoid the robot minions. Alarcon would not hurt a robot if she could help it, and most of them seem kinda busy with the vault. Here's hoping, anyway. From behind the potted plant, soft clinking and sizzling noises commence.

Alarcon slinks around the side of the bank and gets in through the busted-open doors, courtesy of Commando. Once there, she tries to hunker down in a corner behind a potted plant, doing her best to avoid the robot minions. Alarcon would not hurt a robot if she could help it, and most of them seem kinda busy with the vault. Here's hoping, anyway. From behind the potted plant, soft clinking and sizzling noises commence.

Bola still spinning at his side, The Hunter springs to the side and rolls across the floor to evade the Chrono-Freeze powers of their arch nemesis. His fur cloak flutters, his bow clatters as either end takes turns tapping across the floor -- but always does that bola spin. Kotesh pops up from his roll with a witty retort, "Time flies when you're having fun, Chronos! Try not to get /caught up/ in the moment!" His Buffy Summers Puntastical Accosting concluded, Kotesh flings the bola through the air at Chronos, hissing and twirling and spinning and generally being a noisy-cool-sounding thing all the way.

<CONTEST> Kotesh (claiming advantage) contests his Coordination (Dexterity) skill vs Lao's Dodge skill and Succeeds!

Chronos leaps off the desk, but is caught in mid-air as the bola wraps around his arms and chest. He crashes to the ground with a loud thud! "Ow, my nose!" He rolls over, saying, "Time powers, age the bola!" It starts to disintegrate.

The t-rex, meanwhile, looks around again, getting woozy. Ah, yes, Vimes. Mr. 'Burn My Sides.' The t-rex takes another half-hearted chomp at the Human Laser.

<CONTEST> Genesis (claiming disadvantage) contests his Unarmed Combat skill vs Vimes's Dodge skill (given advantage) and Fails!

Atlin watches the T-Rex for a moment, then nods to herself in apparent satisfaction. Whatever the Chemist did seems to be working. Now... to... uhm. Find something to do! Yes! She circles around to the side of the building again, moving inside without any real regard for stealth whatsoever. How would she distract Robot Minions otherwise?

One of the still-functional robot minions suddenly announces, "Intruder alert! Intruder alert!" Two of them start clanking their way towards the windows at the side of the building.

Rolling away from the T-Rex's clumsy lunge, Pulsar gets to his feet off to its side, "That's enough french-kissing to last me a lifetime already, my oral hygiene-impaired friend! Eat my photons!" and fires off two successive concussive bolts towards the reptile's head and neck...

<CONTEST> Vimes (claiming advantage) contests his Energy Weapon skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

Another blast catches the t-rex in the side, just as it starts to sway into unconscious. The solid light blast knocks it backwards, where it lands on the ground, crushing several police cars with a thunderous BOOM!

As his hands bounce off the robot, Commando winces. "Okay... so that wasn't such a good idea," he grunts before he attacks again. He's got a stubborn streak a mile wide, and it shows.

Chemical POWERS! ...again.
The Chemist, unable to staunch her under-the-breath chuckling, muahahahas her way from behind the potted plant, something else now loaded, sloshing, into a special double-chambered attachment to the ChemicoLauncher! This attack seems perfectly measured for the man himself, as she carefully aims her Launcher at Chronos, down there on the floor with the remnants of the bola wrapped about him.

<CONTEST> Harris (claiming advantage) contests his Unarmed Combat (Starfleet Martial Arts) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

GAME: Alarcon spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Alarcon (claiming advantage) contests her Coordination (Dexterity) skill vs Lao's Dodge skill (given disadvantage) and Succeeds!

Commando's hands clang on the robot torsos, who reply with stilted, though quick, punches. The Chemist's attack hits home, though, just as the last of the bonds dissolve around Dr. Chronos. He is suddenly engulfed in a thick paste that solidifies quickly into amber.

<CONTEST> Genesis (claiming disadvantage) contests his Unarmed Combat skill vs Harris's Unarmed Combat (Starfleet Martial Arts) skill (given advantage) and Fails!

"Got him! /Nice/ shot, Chemist!" Kotesh springs forward towards the amber encased Chronos, peering down at him with a slight pursing of the lips. Victory is sweet. Just not when you're staring at your amber-encased boyfriend who may or may not have the capacity for escape. "Don't go anywhere, Chronos. I'll only be a second." Winking, The Hunter turns to examine the mechanical mayhem that Commando is dealing with. Up comes his bow, arrows are swapped for a nifty EMP Pulse head, and off flies the fire. "Anachroniss stick it! Oh, my pointed puns. HA!"

<CONTEST> Kotesh contests his Coordination (Dexterity) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

The Hunter's arrow streaks -just- over the shoulder of one of the robots. In the amber container, Dr. Chronos' face is wide with surprise, frozen in space. And the robots start to...fade. As does the unconscious t-rex outside. A polite female voice says, "Dr. Chronos has been defeated." It's almost jarring, hearing the voice of the computer when so deeply enmeshed with the fantasy. "Continue program?" it asks.

As he dodges the fists of the robot, Harris drops for a sweep kick... on an opponent that's gone. "Oh... well..." he states softly. "That was... anti-climactic."

Alarcon peeks around the potted plant, and then through it, as it begins to fade. Grinning, she cries, "HA!" Clearly, she doesn't think it was all that anticlimactic...

Atlin pauses just inside the door of the bank, and blinks a couple of times. The focus she'd gained seems to fade away, though she does focus in on Alarcon. "That was... neat! You made with the, uhm. What was that, exactly? The sticky... stuff? It was /cool!/" Apparently she doesn't, either.

After making sure the police officers outside were alright, Vimes come running into the bank...to see the robots disappear and Lao encased in amber on the floor, "Hmm. He going to be alright in there?"

. o O Atlin thinks "Yay! Thinking wins! Not stupid smash-em."

Lao makes a face at Vimes from inside the amber. He sticks out his tongue, and then mouths the words 'End Program.'

Alarcon's hair is, as if on cue, starting to rebel from the sleek and slicked-back look The Chemist had going on. "It was a super fast solidifying complex polymer compound, is all," she shyly replies, shrugging a little at Atlin's compliment, hands shoved back down in her lab duster pockets.

Vimes grins as he extends a hand to Lao, offering to help the man to his feet, "That was quite entertaining. Despite being a hologram, I still feel like I need a shower after being bounced around against that lizard's ulula and tonsils."

Kotesh tosses his weapons down and peels off his mask and cowl in his jaunt towards Lao's apparently perfectly fine form. All the same, he crouches down at Lao's side to pat his stomach lightly. "That was fun, huh? You're pretty nifty as a super villain, you know that? With the freezing and the giant lizards and the henchman robots and stuff? Great!" He then pops back to his feet and grins wryly at Alarcon's sheepish admission. "Mine. Um. Was rope. With rocks on it. I liked yours better."

Lao is still trapped in amber. He looks at Vimes' extended hand with a sarcastic expression. He once again mouths the words 'End Program'. This time, with vigor.

"End program," Atlin sighs almost absently, shaking her head. "And /I'm/ the absent-minded one."

Harris stands slowly, pulling off his beret. "Well... yeah. I think he wants out of there."

Genesis suddenly is freed as the bank disappears. He sits up...and proceeds to shake his fist. "You win -this time-, heroes!"

Lao suddenly is freed as the bank disappears. He sits up...and proceeds to shake his fist. "You win -this time-, heroes!"

Alarcon grins. Turns a little on the heel of her boot so her lab coat duster billows out at the bottom, a little. Then looks vaguely sheepish again. "Heh." Belatedly, she notes to Kotesh, "Yeah, well. Your getup is cooler. And your yelling was puntacular!"

Pushing a chunk of hair back from her face, the Andorian female offers Alarcon an approving if somewhat distracted smile. Super fast solidifying complex polymer compound! Neat! "But we can be certain we haven't seen the last of Doctor Chronos, evil genius and... uhm... time... guy," nods Atlin sagely, drawing up alongside Kotesh and resting a hand on his shoulder. "That was fun. When do we... do it again?"

Harris tugs on his collar, reamining silent in the background.

Vimes furrows his brow, "Hrm. Well, I'm on watch duty next week for the diplomats' meeting. Anytime other than that works just fine for me. I work the late shift at the security desk, and even then I'm usually just reading whatever anybody left behind, or I'm engaging in oh so exciting games of twenty questions with whoever may be occupying one of the holding cells at that time."

"Oh," Kotesh remarks aside to Atlin, "I imagine... sooner or later? When the time comes?" A wink is spared both to Lao and Alarcon in turns. "I kinda like this outfit. And the puns are nifty, too." He slips an arm about Atlin's shoulders and asks innocently, "So. Did you check out the size of my lizard?" Oi.

Genesis grins up at the group, getting to his feet. "So...now that you've saved the world from my evil menace, who's up for drinks?"

Lao grins up at the group, getting to his feet. "So...now that you've saved the world from my evil menace, who's up for drinks?"