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Post by cptdragon9 on Jul 6, 2012 4:36:36 GMT -5
Of course the whole cadre didn’t exactly blend as they attempted to slip into the secret Cadmus compound, but then again Lobo wasn’t exactly slinking. The only time he ducked was to fit through the doorway, taking a few moments to take in his surroundings. Not much room to dance around in, but then not much room for anyone to dodge him either, which was quite fine by him.
Still Lobo wasn’t a total dunce. He didn’t expect to be taken to the head honcho right away. He figured he’d have to wade through a few flunkies and secretaries and other soon- to- be- dead- bodies before he would get to see the lead dog. There probably wasn’t going to be much talking involved, except maybe some pleading for lives; but he had to keep up appearances if he was going to get a shot. “Well dat all depends on wat ‘e says now, don’tit? If ‘e’s got a legit reason ta be messing wit’ th’ flamin’ handbag, den we’ll negotiate.” He was curious why they were so interested in Krepta. He could think of a few bigger, badder critters to be cloning, himself very close to the top of the list if not at the apex.
Either way he’d made his promises. Now he had to keep them, and he was all good with that. Already those beady red eyes were peering through any glass windows they passed, trying to decipher where the defenses were and just how much brawn it was going to take to disarm them before he’d begin to literally disarm the competition.
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Post by domofudge on Jul 16, 2012 20:02:27 GMT -5
The boys moved without hesitation, leading Lobo into a dimly lit room. Surrounding them were glass pillars, filled with assorted liquids and sparks of energy that glowed in bright blue. Bubbling, hissing, almost stereotypical cylinders. Shockwave’s lips curved upward a bit at the thought; it was almost comical how sci-fi movie-like that part of headquarters was. The pristine white of the tile flooring, bright sheen of electronic lights and bustling employees added an exhilarating ambiance in a way. Clack, scfff, clack, clack, squeak. It was the sound of a familiar set of shoes walking along the laboratory floor, their father’s to be exact. They were the cheap kind of dress shoe, the small hole in the left sole fixed with duct tape causing the worn down material to make tiny, bizarre noises.
“Dad.” The man spun around, eyes weary and hair a drained color like a dusty, oak cabinet. Shoulders slumped over, he set down his clipboard with calloused hands on the desk nearby. Adjusting his glasses, he looked up, jumping back in surprise at the looming beast before him.
“What is it boys- That is NOT the kind of beast we asked you boys to capture!” he stammered, voice high and ridden with anxiety. The elder of the twins looked down in shame, or at least some form of guilt. Guilt. The word tasted bitter on his tongue; he felt a lot of that in the more recent days. He glanced up and murmured,
“We know. But if we didn’t bring him to you he would prevent us from achieving our goal. We didn’t mean to fail you, Dad”. The man looked at Lobo and then his sons, the slightest glimmer of understanding showing. He set down his glasses.
“So, mister…. Creature,” he coughed, “why are you here?”
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Post by cptdragon9 on Jul 26, 2012 1:44:17 GMT -5
The monster towered over the geek of a scientist as he tried to gauge the temper of the squib. Not that Lobo cared about the inner workings of family units, but if the old man was such a tight wad of an ass when it came to parental duties, Lobo was all for exploiting it. He liked his newfound flunkies and the adoration that came with being their idol; and in his overly muscle-bound brain he actually mildly resented the way this guy seemed to treat them.
But the Main Man held his tongue; all he did was stretch himself taller to loom over their father.
Of course the urge to trash the place just vibrated through his being. The whole room was just too neat and white and clean; it was almost too much for the Czarnian to bear. But he did bear it. As much as he would have loved to turn the whole test area into Swiss cheese, he really wanted to find their “Main Man” and do very painful, nasty things to him.
Then there was the kid’s paw. Piece o’ work, this one. Though he was as nerdy as all get out, he still gave his offspring a sort of stoic but quiet contempt for their actions. If Lobo was any sort of psychiatrist (Psycho? Emphatically yes. Psychiatrist? Highly doubtful) he might have deduced some sort of strained relationship bordering on abusive; but the Main Man neither understood nor truly cared, all except for the fact that he could possible manipulate the situation and keep his newly forged fan base. Yes, he loved his adoring sidekicks, or at least loved the idea that he Had adoring sidekicks.
So Lobo lifted himself, towering even moreso over their father. “Creature, eh? Yeah, I suppose to ya whiney little pipsqueaks I’m some sort of monster. An’ ya won’t be too far off. Name’s Lobo.” He hesitated a moment but decided that he didn’t need to spell it out for him. He just rubbed the sandpaper stubble on his chin, the grinding noise like metal scraping on concrete. “Dees kids tell me ya lookin’ fer th’ flyin’ leather ‘andbag. I might be convinced ta ‘elp ya wid dat problem, provided ya got da means and da dough ta do th’ job.”
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Post by domofudge on Jul 30, 2012 17:59:44 GMT -5
“Dad, wait!” Shockwave tried to impart his objections, but was ignored. The scientist stepped forward, shoving his sons aside to stare at Lobo eye to eye. Tension grew high; the facility’s employees were suddenly on edge, watching wearily for the conversation to go amiss. Security guards started to take notice, keeping a hand on their utilities in precaution. Shockwave crossed his arms, eyes filled with concern as he turned his head toward his brother. He was met with eyes holding the same expression, laced with the slightest hint of shame. It was moments like those in which neither of them needed to speak to know what the other wanted to say.
“I’m sorry. This is my fault. I got Dad involved.” “No, it’s not. We’ll be okay.”
They both looked back toward their father, staring at the back of the older man’s head, anxiety creeping down their spines. Yet somehow, their father remained poised. Calm. Too calm. After fixing the collar of his lab coat, Dr. James Leonard Reese clasped his hands behind back and paced a few steps around Lobo.
“I assure you, Mister Lobo, that what we plan to do with this dragon is for the better sake of the community” the man paused, moving toward his workspace in search of papers. “Not only have these sightings grown more common, but most of these beasts have done nothing but cause havoc and destruction. If we were to attain one, our plans are to find their origins as well as more understanding on their species; it could even further research in medicine and genetics,” the man inquired, an almost serene smirk on his face as he handed Lobo a small business card, “and as I am sure you are aware… As part of CADMUS’s most prestigious research center, we have more than enough money to do so. Your help or not”. The doctor’s tired eyes glowered, unafraid, turning back to the twins. The stern, cold look lightened, just a little. “You two are so grounded when this is over”.
Childishly pouting, Jolt slumped over moaning, “Aaaaaw, come on, Pops!” Their father laughed before turning back to the elder of the twins. The cold expression returned to his face again.
“No matter what happens with Lobo, I expect you to catch that dragon. You will not fail me, son”. Shockwave looked down, more than wary of the pressure he received for being the more intellectual, older twin. He hated those expectations more than anything, but knew that he had no choice but to follow them.
‘I won’t, Father”. Dr. Reese turned back toward Lobo, asking with a clear, stern voice,
“Now how about we make a little agreement?”
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Post by cptdragon9 on Aug 6, 2012 4:07:02 GMT -5
Well Lobo now had a name. Cadmus. Sounded like some overly-sweet candy bar to him, but clearly they were more than just a few thugs rounding up critters for fun and profit. They well meant not only to dissect his current employer, but to find her home planet and collect the rest. It would have been a choice gig.
Pity he was already under contract.
He did take into account that their geek of a dad seemed to have at least a pair of stones to not tremble in terror in the presence of the Main Man. Either the geek wad had no idea how much danger he was in, or had unwittingly believed that he was safe. Again Lobo wasn’t much on family values, but the way the father glared down at his kids just seemed to irk the Czarnian…
The monster stretched, giving a long yawn that seemed to unhinge his jaw, showing the canine teeth, his breath wafting over the group in the room, even as he gave a casual look over the nervous collection of armed escorts. From what he could see, they posed no threat to him; which was quite disappointing. He was hoping they would have at least hauled out one of these fancy schmancy pop guns the doc was talking about, just so he could take it away from them and stuff it where the sun never should shine; but it was clear that they weren’t going to co-operate.
And it wasn’t going to matter either way. “Dun tink I wanna make a deal widtcha. I wanna talk at th’ Big Kauhuna, an’ since you ain’t obliging’ me, I’ll jus’ go look fer ‘im muhself.” He then turned slightly, looking over the supposed squad assigned to deal with him and gave them such a look as not only would the paint had curled, it would have tied itself into a lump, leapt off the walls, then retreated to the original can it came from. Once he glowered at the competition, he casually lifted that muscularly massive arm and smashed it through the wall. He then peeled back the steel sheeting and ducked his head as he stepped through the rend in the wall. “Hello?” he called out in his gravelly voice, attempting to at least sound… friendly…. “I wanna talk to th’ Boss. Who’s in charge of dis dump?”
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