The Quest for Someguy's Sunglasses or Strike of the Beecat

Nightwing ingored Taco and looked at Someguy and AM.
Rare... the thought echoed in his as AM reminded him of Millissa.

(oh... well i didn't know that, but i'll just chalk it up to tacobot's obliviousness. XD)
tacobot would have found it rude that he did not extend the common courtesy that the android afforded to all those it met. but it didn't really think about that when it noticed that it was a dragon. the tacobot had only seen a shadow go after the bees, and had thought it was another human, boy was that wrong.
"Zomg a dragon!" tacobot pointed at the dragon. "did you see that? its a dragon!" tacobot whispered to AM.
"old news tacobot." dewman overheard the tacobots whisper. "he's here to help, more or less. his name's nightwing."
"he is a very rude dragon." the others were ahead of the android ans would leave it behind soon. so it hurried up to them and took the lead, forgetting its earlier concern.
it ran ahead of them, but only far enough that it could decide the best route to take. ahead the path split into three passages, one was a faster way to rare but it would be covered in sentries, another way had less patrols but it also had Rare's sensitive science equipment, weapons, things of monetary value. but the reason it had few patrols was because it was monitored by cameras and defended by automated turrets. the third way was a long route that would take them around rare's main facility and would eventually lead to a series of vents that could be used to gain access to the rest of the facility, including the holy place where rare was.
tacobot turned to the others as they caught up with it, it relayed the information to them as if it was a tour guide.
"to the left is a fast way to where rare is, but its crawling with patrols that amount to enough bees to call an army. the middle route has few patrols, and has a weapon stockpile but its defended with cameras and automated turrets. the right route will circumnavigate the facility but will lead to the ventilation shaft where we can gain a secretive access to the rest of the facility." it folded its arms. "the tour will comence once the route is chosen."

Charles looked at each of the paths. He wanted to rush towards Rare, but the bee army could detect them, and he didn't feel like getting caught. The one that lead to the ventilation shaft could bring them safely to the Holy Place, but how long would it take? Too long? He didn't feel like risking it.

Charles looked towards the middle route. Gun turrets would be a problem, but if they manage to get to the weapon stockpile, they would at least have some defenses against Rare and her army.

''I vote for the middle route. The weapons could help us out'' Charles said. The others nodded, and Tacobot screamed ''LET'S GO!!!''

The small group started walking slowly in the tunnel, looking around for any danger. After what seemed like a small while, they turned a corner and saw a silver, oval like machine standing on a few thin legs and looking at their direction. A small red light shone on each of the members. The machine then said, with a strange feminine voice:

''There you are.''

The sides of the machine suddenly popped open, revealing two hidden gun emplacements. The group just managed to avoid the bullets as they wizzed by them by turning around the corner from where they came.

''We gotta find a way to pass that thing without getting shot'' panted Charles as he tried to get his heart rate down a bit.

"if only we had the aperture science hand held portal device... darn it!" just then the bot got an idea. it created a soccer ball (football for those across the pond) from nothing using its random item generator. "anyone know how to play soccer?"

"I do!" said AM

"well, go on"

AM took the ball and did a quick look at the turret. If I kick it on the wall, it will bounce to him and he will not be able to shoot it.

"Stand back!" he shout to his comrade.

AM violently kicked the soccer ball against the cavern wall. It bounced all over the place, but kept missing the turret. When it finally slowed down to a gentle roll, it gently touched the gun implacement, which fell over and started frantically shooting everywhere for about 5 seconds. Then, it did a small power down noise and kept quiet. AM muttered ''Awesome.''

Charles risked it. He took a step out of the corner where the others were hidden, ready at any time to jump back towards them. When he realized that danger has been cleared, he signaled the others, and they continued down the corridor...until they made it past another corner, where they noticed about a dozen more turrets.

''Robot-lady thing, can you make any more of those soccer balls?'' asked Charles after the group managed to jump out of the way safely.

"most certainly, the tacobot is programed for just these sorts of shenanigans." it waved its hand and produced another soccer ball. AM immediately grabbed it and after bouncing it on his head to show off, he walked out from cover and as the turrets started speaking and saying things like:
"there you are."
"i see you."
"search mode activated."
"gotcha!"
AM stared at them blankly, the then soccer ball he had bounced upwards came crashing down and nailed him in his yellow face, it bounced off and wildly bounced in the corridor. charles jumped in and grabbed his friend, just able to drag him back from the red lasers that marked where the turrets would shoot.
the group waited and listened, the ball must have bounced wildly but somehow it had not hit a turret because there was no sound of one shutting down. then another sound caused tacobot to peak around the corner. glass crashing.
as it looked at the glass tube it saw that the tube had been filled with blue pudding, often used to help people lose weight because it was so bouncy. but wait a sec... if the soccer ball went in there...
"crap!" the turrets noticed the tacobot but at the same time the soccer ball had broken the tube and spilled the blue pudding all over the turrets who immediately began bouncing and crying out in both joy and fear.

Nightwing gave a little giggle at the turrets covered in blue pudding until he saw a terques blue lazer sight moved across the room and stopped at him. A strange half-beep-half-wiring sound sounded, meaning that the rocket turret had found a target.
"HOLY F***ING S***! GET DOWN!" he screamed while getting back under cover as the rocket flew at the group.

Deep in the raging storm over Mt Marmalade, Arceus was looking down at the mountain. He was regretting not having blown the Mew away while she was in the room. The others, who he first thought had been innocent bystanders, were now actually helping the Mew in performing one of the biggest sins in history. And now, Rare was safe in the Holy Place. Arceus couldn't destroy any temple, so blowing everything up was out of the question.

He then had an idea. He looked down once more before rising towards the Heavens. His plan was dangerous, and it would require...evil forces. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

--x--

Rare looked up from her Holy Place. She could sense...him. What she was doing was breaking at least a dozen godly rules, and was extremely dangerous, but if she successfully completed the ceremony, she'll be the one writting the rules. If she didn't...

She chased the thought of getting severely punished by all the Gods away. She was going to become a God tonight, and no one was going to stop her. Not even...

She looked at the altar, where the sunglasses were still gently shaking from the presence of its owner in the area. She frowned. The boy was getting too close for comfort. She still needed time for the ceremony to end and for her to become the new ruler of the Earth. She still needed a good amount of time, and she hadn't gone all this way to fail now. She tried to pick up the current position of the boy...and when she did, she didn't like what she was seeing.

''No. They can't reach the weapon stockpile.'' she thought angrily. She mentally send a meesage to her beecat army and her prison guards.

''Attention, all active warriors. This is your Queen speaking. We have intruders in the base, I repeat, intruders in the base. They are currently heading towards the Weapon Stockpile. I will deactivate the turrets so you may get there safely, but that also means you will have to be quick. Stop them at all costs, but I want the human boy named Charles to stay alive and get arrested, and the robot Tacoline to get deactivated, but not destroyed. I will deal with both personally.''

Noise coming deep in the lair indicated that they had received the message. An evil grin stretched over Rare's face.

Let's see the group get through that.

--x--

Charles ducked as the rocket flew over him. He got back on his feet as the turret was about to shoot another rocket, when suddenly, it, and, by the sound of it, every single turret down the corridor, powered down.

''What the...?'' said Dewmann, but the answer came to them in the form of an alarm going off and the sound of angry buzzing and heavy footsteps coming towards them.

''RUN!'' screamed Charles.

The group sprinted down the pathways until they reached the double doors of the Weapon Stockpile. The barely had time to get in and lock it that there was already loud banging on the door. The group looked around the room.

''Take what you need and get ready to fight.'' Charles said, and everyone but Taco nodded, since she was too busy being interested in a shiny rock she found on the ground. As everyone looked around and as the doors kept banging, with screams coming from the other side, Charles found his weapon, and he had to resist giggling like a madman as he picked up a fully automatic Gatling gun.

Dewmann snatched up a Beretta 92 semi automatic pistol, TEC-9 machine pistol, and a 6 inch combat knife he tucked into his pocket, as there wasn't any time to fasten up a holster.
"I wish it didn't have to come to this." He couldn't help but say aloud, just before the door burst open and guards started swarming in.

(sorry for the accidental down vote. Signed, someguy3657)

tacobot stared at the rock intently, it was a good rock, very pretty and for some reason even though everyone else was running around grabbing weapons and whatnot, the tacobot decided that the rock was more important. it picked up the rock and tossed it in the air and caught it repeatability. the blue liquid had stopped pouring from the pipe, so the pressure was probably down.
charles and the others took cover by flipping up tables or standing behind columns weapons aimed and ready to fire. "get ready!" he said as the doors sealing the area off weakened against the onslaught of the bees beyond them.
AM waved to tacobot. "take cover!"
but tacobot didn't seem to be paying attention. the rock was just too cool.
the bees broke in and someone yelled "fire" as all heck broke lose in that instant.
dewman was using his gun and was very easily using his "one shot one kill" rule to the fullest extent. Charles was laughing almost madly as he switched on the gatling gun and let rip the stream of endless bullets, AM was near him using a medigun to give Charles an ubercharge. nightwing was doing his best to tear up as many bees as possible.
tacobot got an idea, it could see an orange pipe across the hall. near that was the pipe that was broken and had the blue pudding leaking very slowly out of it, and a valve near that which was blue in color. there was a chance it could help the situation, if not it would still be fun.
tacobot threw the rock and it crashed into the orange pipe spilling orange liquid all across the floor, the tacobot dashed for it, running in front of charles in the process, he yelled at it it to get out of the way but the android ran past him and slid to a stop in the other room. narrowly missing being shot several times. while the others fought, the tacobot ran to the valve and began to turn it, at first it didnt want to budge but when it did, the pipe erupted in the blue pudding and covered everything in the bouncy substance.

Nightwing got ready to fight. This was just more bees, noughting new. He didn't know who else was there. A particlaur beedrill subconcusly when striaght for Nightwing.
Nightwing rased his claw to bring it down upon the beedrill, but the beedrill moved faster. It's stinger glowed pink as it stabbed Nighwing in the chest. Nightwing's vision began to fade as he fell to the floor.
He saw Dewmann bust the beedrill's head open with a bullet. That was the last thing he saw.

The tunnels were exploding with action as the group of misfit heroes found the Weapon Stash. Rare had watched them through her inner eye, calmly waiting on her throne as her body guards waited patiently for her command - the team had found her hidden aperture science facilities, but had not yet found her Shady Oaks facilities (for accidental amputees). She had sent her bee scouts out to slow the humans down - and to disassemble her robot, once and probably for all. Probably.

I really don't know why I keep her around, actually. Rare mused to herself. Oh, yeah, she carries stuff for me. Rare sighed and shook her head. Alan watched his queen with wide, fearful eyes.

"My Queen. We must stand firm against the onslaught of the flood." Alan rested the vial of blood in front of the alter. Rare felt herself nodding her head, but she also knew one key piece of information that prevented her from using the blood. The person roleplaying her found herself busy and forgot she was a main character in the roleplay. No, but really.

"We can't rush into Godly hood, Alan." Rare replied and opened her eyes for the first time since the ceremony began. The beecats around her were chanting, candles burning brightly around them. "We have to apply the blood...at the right TIME."

"Time?" Alan asked, eyes wide in shock. "Whats this?"

"The blood of the glasses wearer will only work when the planets align. Like all rituals." Rare shook her head. "I thought everyone knew this."

"But my Queen! The humans are present in the tunnels..we don't have much..TIME!"

"Patience." Rare snapped.

Suddenly, Rare felt odd. Her entire body shook, and, before anyone could do anything, she crashed on the ground, having fallen unconscious.

"Mew." a voice echoed loudly.
Rare opened her eyes. She was no longer in her holy place. She was in a field of white with a black starless sky.
Two figures stood in front of her, both tall and imposing. The first was Arceus himself, and the other was a tall, old looking human with a large grayish white beard. Even if it was the first time she actually saw him, Rare knew who it was. It was Jehovah, God of the humans. Both of them seemed extremely unhappy.

Rare quickly started to charge her attacks, but the God of Pokemons spoke up.

"Don't be an idiot. You're having a vision of us. We're not truly here. Besides, your attacks couldn't faze us."

The Mew stopped her attack and looked at the two Gods. They seemed to want to talk, and she already knew what they were going to talk about.

"We come to you like this to order a cease and dismiss. You will immediately stop this foolish plan for becoming a Goddess and repent for ever having this idea." boomed the human God.

Rare had been expecting this, but she was still angry after hearing those words.

"And what if I don't?" she asked.

"Then we will rip you apart and throw you in Hell!" screamed Arceus, who seemed much more angry than Jehovah.

"Nightwing!" screamed Charles as he saw the dragon transform back into his human form on the ground. "Stef! Go to Nightwing, we got you covered!"

As AM crawled towards Nightwing, Charles and Dewmann blasted everyone in the doorway. After a while, peoples stopped trying to enter the weapon stockpile. The group knew that wasn't all of the guards, and that the others just retreated. Charles and Dewmann both breathed heavily as the dead bodies of guards and beedrills littered the room. Dewmann dropped his gun and panted shakily, almost like if he was crying. Charles just stayed quiet at the scene. The only thing that took him out of this trance was when AM told him that Nightwing was fine, but just unconscious.

"Right...right. Well...we gotta try to stop Rare." Charles said as he dropped his now empty chaingun on the ground. "Let's grab some fresh weapons and get going..."

Attempting to regain his composure, Dewmann surveyed the stockpile of munitions for ammo. He tried to keep the corpses out of his field of vision, but there were too many scattered about. He certainly wasn't pacifistic, but that didn't mean he took killing very well, no matter who died, or for what cause.
Picking up some clips for his two firearms, Dewmann also found another knife, as well as a sawed off shotgun. He didn't plan on using every gun, but even so, they each had a few inique purposes he could use. The Beretta was precise, the TEC-9 was good covering fire, and the sawed-off was good for close quarters.
"Try to keep your weapon loads light." Dewmann finally spoke when he was sure his voice would sound a bit stronger than he felt it would have just after the skirmish. "The faster we can travel, the less we'll have to deal with before we reach her."

the battle was over, at last. the blue pudding that had soaked some of the bees and beedrills had caused them to break their defensive lines making them easy targets for the others. did the tacobot fell anything for the loss of its comrades it had just participated in? yes and no, its current objective was to stop rare, it had already uninstalled rare's commands. since it had decided to help these humans it had received a few commands via rare's telepathic ability: "kill the intruders." "protect the holy place" were just two of them, the others had been similar. but since then rare had stopped contacting the android, it was now a traitor at least to rare's perspective.
what it really wanted was to help rare, it could remember years ago, when rare was still happy and had no dreams of power. back then, the android had a simpler frame but times were simpler then. tacobot knew that the old rare had to exist somewhere, after all, despite the many upgrades rare had given the android, rare had not changed the android's programing. she could have at any point changed the tacobot's programing and made the android completely different, but she had not done so.
but the other reasonm was what charles had said about the clowns, THEY HAD TO BE STOPPED AT ALL COSTS. tacobot clapped its hands together, it now had a plan to get to the holy place much faster.
the blue pudding also called repulsion gel, had caked the ground and walls. making it easy to jump up and over the walls.
"knowing the beecats and beedrills and what have you, they've probably set up a few blockades near here to try and seal us in, so they can attack us at their leisure." the tacobot was not talking to anyone in particular, it was just informing them. "i think we can bypass them using this repulsion gel." the android pointed to the blue walls. "like so." it leaped up and after hitting a wall it was bounced off to the opposite which repeated the process until the android had landed on a platform above them. "i'll take a look ahead, follow me when you guys are ready." it dashed off skipping like a child.

Rare was seething with anger beneath her cool exterior. Rip her apart? Send her to hell? Unlikely.

"You want me to stop? You want me to repent? Well, my answer is no. I will complete the ritual, I will become a Goddess, and no one, not even your precious little human twit, will stop me. And when the ritual is over, I'll be the one ripping you both apart, you and any other God stupid enough to get in my way."

She could see that Jehobah was furious. But Arceus was absolutely beside himself.

"You pink devil! How dare you talk to us like this?! I'll blow up the entire mountain, and you'll regret every single one of those words as you'll suffer for thousands of years!" he screamed in a voice that made the ground shake.

"Oh, please, Arceus. We both know you won't do it. There's innocent people in that mountain! You wouldn't hurt innocent people, now, would you?"

Arceus was almost hyperventilating with rage, and was about to reply, when Jehovah spoke up. His voice was just as powerful as Arceus.

"Enough! Mew, you want to fight us, you want to start a war...THEN SO BE IT!"

The entire vision started to get blurry after those words, and Rare found herself on the floor of the Holy Place, surrounded by her worried bee sisters.

"Hey Charles, I'll take a weapon too." said AM.

"Alright." he replied.

"WOOHOO, WEAPON!!!" said AM

Now what we got here, a shotgun 3-barrel Hydra? No...A .50 Cal. Magnum? No....A M95!!! No...... AM was not able to choose between all those weapons. But his eye fell on one weapon..."OMG' ITS PERFECT!!!!!!"

"What did you got Stef?" asked Charles

"Its the most powerful weapon in History, The Almighty Sling-Shot!!!!"

"Why am I not surprised?" said Charles

"Shut up Chuck! Do not insult the Sling-Shot!!" replied AM

"Alright...alright, its ok...its ok."

Nightwing woke up, no longer in a homicital rage twords Rare and her army. However, he was pretty p***ed off at the fact that the other left him behind.
He tried to get up, but he found him sliping on the blue pudding that he ended up being
"FFFFFFFFFFFFF***************CCCCCCKKKKK!" he roared as sliped several more times.
His eyes twiched as he breathed heavly before carfully attempting to stand up. He manged, so he pressed his weight down down to help him take off, but when he jump to spread his wings and fly, he went far, far higher then he expected. He smashed into the ceileing and she spread his wings as he fell back down, which hurt because the had hit the ceiling.
He manged to get himself glideing, but he crashed into the others, bowling them over.
"Ooooowww," Nightwing groned.

Alan was running down the tunnels - he no longer had the vial of blood, but anger and determination burned in his bright yellow eyes. Stepping into the tunneling pathways was like entering a new world, one virtually devoid of light and oxygen. His heart beat hard against his chest, and he felt his muscles burn as he pushed forward harder - when he found himself lunging forward.

"DAMN!" He crashed hard against solid wall, and only after he pushed himself to his feet did he notice the propulsion gel that dripped from the walls and floors. "So that's how you want to play." He craned his head and pulled off straps that secured two knifeboots to his back.

Fitting them into his back paws, Alan positioned himself on the gel, and kicked off against the wall, rocketing forward further deeper down the tunnels, the knifeboots secured dangerously, ready to kill.

"Fast and furrious!" Alan snarled, "TIME TO POUND SOME MEAT PUPPETS."

Nightwing let out a cry of pain as the knifeboot's dug themselves into his side. He glared at Alan, who was having difficutly removing himself.
"Are you done yet worm?" Nightwing growled.

"Yeah, you gotta watch out for that slippery stuff." Dewmann muttered as he, and the rest of the group got back onto their feet after Nightwing ran into them.
After a few more minutes of walking through the caverns though, the silence was broken yet again, this time by a shout from a rapidly approaching figure.
"Fast and furrious! TIME TO POUND SOME MEAT PUPPETS."'
Before the group could react to this however, a beecat slammed into Nightwing, who yelled out in pain as the two crashed back into the cold hard ground. At first, Dewmann wondered why it seemed awkward for the two to get off of each other, but upon closer examination, he saw that the beecat was wearing knife boots that had jammed right into Nightwing.
Well that's one way to ambush someone He couldn't help but think despite the struggle playing out in front of the party.
After a few more rather uncomfortable seconds, the beecat removed the blades of his boots from Nightwing's side and scrambled away, taking a fighting stance, ready for combat.
"Are you done yet worm?" Nightwing asked as he got back onto his own feet, clutching his side while glaring at his attacker.
The rest of the group had not yet even raised their weapons towards their enemy, still pondering over how sudden everything had happened just now.
Dewmann took a better look at the beecat. He was smaller, obviously younger than most of the soldiers, and his wings seemed underdeveloped even for a beecat of his age. His face showed an expression of ferocity but one could sense fear and anxiety under his courage.
Dewmann was the first to speak from the group.
"I don't think you'll be able to take all of us. Don't throw your life away when you don't have to."

the tacobot had scouted ahead, just enough to make sure that no more blockades would meet them on the path she had picked, a right turn here a left turn there and they could most likely get through these tunnels without alerting anymore bees or beecats... or beedrils or any other assorted pokemon there could be. but once they got through the tunnels the path would open up into a wider area where the temple was located. the patrols there would be more numerous and sneaking may not be an option. tacobot thought to itself: "but where there's a will there's a-"
BOOM!
or more prescisly the echo of a boom, it was somewhere back where the tacobot had come from. "i just can't leave humans along for 2 seconds can i?" it said out-loud. then it backed away from its view of the area and started running back towards the noise.
it took the tacobot about 10 minutes to run all the way back, but it came across a stand off that seemed about to explode between a lone beecat and the humans... and the dragon... and whatever AM was.
(if anyone wants something special to happen here, u can RP my character if u wish)

"You should listen to Dewmann, kid. We outnumber you...two, three... five to one."

The small beecat just stared intensively at Charles. After a small while, he only managed to mutter, with a voice that seems to contain all the hate in the world.

"You."

Suddenly, without warning, the beecat pounced towards Charles, knifes out towards him. Charles managed to keep the blades away from his face, but toppled over as the beecat tried desperately to give Charles a few scratches with his claws.

"You're the reason my Queen is in so much pain! You're the reason nothing went to plan! You're...you're the reason Melissa died!" the beecat screamed as it kept trying to attack Charles.