Episode 1 - Defend Tremorton!

[Prime Database]

Situation: The irregs are attacking Tremorton.
Mission: Defend the city.

Boss: Irreg Shell Mech (Strength: 5 of 10)

[Machaeus]

Urufu is shaken out of sleep by a loud BOOM. He's also shaken out of bed. "Urufu!" Machaeus shouts as he runs in, "There's an irreg army attacking the - um..."
"Hey, YOU try sleeping in PJs when you have 3 bushels of fur clinging to you," the lycan growls.
"Sorry. Just get dressed, quickly." Machaeus leaves, knocking on the doors of all the other people in Dr. Vikel's Lab.

[arbiterchamp]

Champ:Geez, could they pick a better time?
Ruri:Uh, this is war, decency isn't counted for.

[MurderMachine911!]

Samantha quickly opens the door to her room before Machaeus could knock. "Good Morning everyone!" she squeaked cheerfully, as she began to waltz into the kitchen. "I'm gonna make Breakfast today. How do Pancakes sound?" she asks, as she began to look through the cabinets for anything she could use to make a Meal for everyone. Suddenly she hears another loud BOOM, the small earthquake caused her to lose balance and fall.

"Oww!!" a small cry of Pain was heard in the Kitchen, followed by a blond figure crawling out of the Kitchen a few seconds later.

"What the hell was That?" she asked.

[Machaeus]

"Irreg attack," Machaeus says, "So unless you can cook pancakes in under negative five minutes, we don't have time for a warm breakfast. Everyone, lock and load, and be outside quickly!"

[MurderMachine911!]

Samantha slowly gets to her feet and stands up. Her mood became Cheerful once more. "Alright! ^^" she said, as she began to head outside.

[Hunter]

      Elsewhere in the city, a young man reluctantly wakes, his radio blaring a cheerful reveille.
      "Good Morning Tremorton! It's 7:35 in the AM, temperature 75 degrees, sky is mostly sunny. And the Irreg Index is at orange today, so children and those with respiratory conditions may want to stay indoors."
      Gene Wright slowly pulls himself out of bed with a sorrowful groan and puts on his glasses. In the few days since his arrival, Gene has come to accept this town's deadly quirks, albeit with a heavy sense of resignation. However, what he sees when he shuffles over to the window to decipher the DJ's meaning is still enough to shock him into alertness.
      "Good Lord, they're... everywhere."
      The streets are bustling with a mob of heavily armed robots extending as far as his eye can see. Some are breaking into storefronts and offices. Some are leaving other such buildings, disappointed. Some are viciously beating the few humans foolish enough to remain outside. But most seem merely to be enjoying their march of intimidation. One, equipped with an RPG launcher, glances upward and makes eye contact with Gene. The robot points its weapon at his apartment building and fires.
      "Christ!"
      Gene dives away from the window as the grenade impacts... a couple stories above his home. The room shakes, but it remains in one piece.
      "Ugh. I am so re-negotiating my lease."
      He stands up and dusts himself off.
      "But right now, I have to go to work. And the supplies did come in today, so I should have a fighting chance out there."
      Gene walks to his lab table and cracks open a cardboard box. Inside are several small glass bottles, each filled with a mysterious liquid and marked with a superhuman ability.
      "This sucks. Back in Townsville, one did not need superpowers to survive one's morning commute. At least... not usually."
      BOOM! Another explosion, this one a couple floors below. The radio pipes up again.
      "This just in: state officials have upgraded the Irreg Index to red. That means people of all ages should avoid spending time outside. If you have to go somewhere, use a car or other sturdy vehicle."
      "Lovely. Well, what should I take? Flight... yep. Speed... nah. Strength... sure. Armor-piercing vision... not today. Protection... definitely. Metamorphosis... the heck? I did not order that. Hope I can get a refund. And... ooh! Heat blasts! Every superhero needs an energy weapon."
      Gene takes four flasks out of the tray and unscrews the cap of each one in turn.
      "Slauncha!"*
      He downs the contents of all four simultaneously. After a few minutes, he begins to feel their effect.
      "Eugh. All this power coursing through my veins. Never gets any less weird. But enough chit-chat: I'm already late."
      Gene leaves his apartment and walks down the stairs to one of the bombed-out floors, using the hole in the wall as a launch bay. He lifts off and begins flying toward Dr. Vikel's place. As he notices his unimpressive airspeed, a twinge of fear occurs to him.
      "I swear to God, if they have any surface-to-air missiles..."

* Spelled "slainte," a Gaelic toast. Now you know!
P.S.: sorry for the length of the post. Just wanted a good introduction for my character to this scene.

[Machaeus]

A hovering yellow light floats in front of Gene: Machaeus' angelic familiar, Hiiruf. "Good morning, sleepy head!" the lantern archon says. "What'cha doin' up here? Last I checked, you couldn't fly..."
"Hiiruf, need some HEALING DOWN HERE," Machaeus shouts, his spells flinging wildly into the crowd of marching irregs. "Unless you want to lose your job as my sidekick due to posthumous complications!"

[arbiterchamp]

Champ*slaughtering Irregs*:Why do they bother, we always win

[MurderMachine911!]

Samantha quickly activates her Lasers, (By shaping her Hands as Guns), and fires at the Irregs. She turns to Champ upon hearing his statement. "You can say that again."

[Hunter]

"Note to self: Kill the talking firefly."
Gene looks down at the robots.
"Time to see if all the favors I called in were worth it. Justice Flare!"
He swings an open knife-hand in a horizontal cutting motion. An invisible wave of infrared light pours forth and burns a straight line through a few irregs, causing them to fall apart in two pieces.
"Whoa, it worked! I guess I'll be participating in this battle after all."
He lands next to his friends colleagues.
"Y'know, guys, I think a better question would be, where they're getting all these robots from. I mean, were they all built so many years ago? Maybe these irregs have a factory outside town or something."
As he offers this thought, he throws palm strikes toward a few irregs, causing their heads to melt off.
"Hee hee. Wicked."

[arbiterchamp]

Ruri:Your idea is probably right, Gene, but it would be VERY difficult to get out there.

[Hunter]

"Well, obviously," Gene responds. "And I'm not saying we have to do it today. But at some point, it'd be nice to cut off their supply lines, before all this fighting leaves us exhausted. I mean, even with my friend's employee discount, these bio-mods are pretty expensive, and I can't say how long my current supply of superpowers can last. 'Scuse me."

Gene takes a moment to fire another blast of thermal energy at one irreg's gun, causing the weapon's power cells to overheat and explode, taking a good chunk of the robot with them.

"Heh heh. And I gotta figure that Doctor Faust over there," he says, nodding toward Mach, "can only use so much magic before it starts to take a serious toll. Now maybe the rest of you can fight until every major religion's Hell freezes over, but for his sake and mine, at least, we should really think of putting an end to this crap."

[arbiterchamp]

Champ:Excuse me for breaking the fouth wall for a moment, but Gene, this is the pilot, we can't end it TODAY.

[Prime Database]

Everyone feels a slight quake in the ground. Something landed... hard.

At the center of the city, a giant irreg stands.

BOSS BATTLE: Irreg Shell Mech