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This happened about 2 days ago, on a colony upcoming
MarKus finally had everything set and ready. The entire plan worked, in theory, so, he was damn confident he could pull it off and the the hell out of there before raising too much stir with the troops at the facility.
He just had to watch, and wait for the test pilot to get moving.
Testing for the first official Anti-Percolatis Frame was set to be used against a live Percolatis. Where they got one was a mystery, but they had one on hand and wrangled. Watching from not-to-far, MarKus hid behind a few crates of spare parts and ammunition.
The test pilot, Rathan Johnson, managed to successfully start the machine and get it walking into the test area. "Who designed these piece of shit controls. None of this makes any damn sense." he protested, sitting in the cockpit while trying to figure out the heavily modified controls on the fly.
MarKus was already tapped into the radio frequency that relayed between Rathan in the cockpit, and the operations group. "I'll show you piece of shit, fucktard." he cursed under the safety of his helmet.
The test started when they released what looked like a normal man, which quickly changed into a green alien, much like a humanized cicada coccoon. From that, it only proved to grow in scale, until it was only a few feet shorter than the Technica itself.
"Three..." MarKus started counting down.
The alien made a charge for the Technica, while Rathan jerked on the controls to raise the arm for a counter punch.
"Two"
The fist wound back, ready to let go.
"Fuck it..."
"CONTROLS LOCKED. PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD."
Rathan jerked as his body moved, but the controls didn't. The Percolatis crashes it's hand down into the machine, knocking it over. "Who the fucked locked the controls! Control! What's going on!"
"They're password locked. We can't do anything without the password. Don't you know it?"
"I didn't set a fucking password! This whole machine's a piece of shit!"
But the figure running for the machine would disagree. Quickly climbing from the leg up to the cockpit, MarKus started punching in the combination for external hatch release.
"There's someone on the Technica! Get them out of there! We can't have civilian casualties!" someone from the control group shouted, only to have Rathan cursing at his situation. His situation only got worse as a figure in a motocross biking uniform and a painted helmet pointed a gun in his face.
"Get out. Get out or we both die." The Percolatis was still present, but it wasn't factoring into the way Rathan thought. He wasn't budging. And seeing that, MarKus dropped a foot into his chest, which was almost like jumping into the cockpit itself. Stunning the man with the kick, he was able to wrestle him out of the machine and toss him out of the cockpit.
At least Rathan had enough sense to break and slow his fall, only to be hit in the shoulder by an empty gun tossed out of the cockpit. Taken at gunpoint by and empty gun, and the test machine was just hijacked, Rathan fumed at the potential loss of his job.
Meanwhile, he only had seconds before the Technica was up and moving again. Inside, MarKus had set a remot enabling on the password, and of course, knew it. With the Technica up and moving again, it took another blow from the alien, but it wasn't knocked over this time.
"Alright... let's play, asshole." Flipping a switch or two, a digital voice chimed in again "Exceed charge. Charging."
MarKus was able to maneuver the Technica from being hit again, displaying his superior piloting prowress compared to Rathan. People from Operations watched at how effeiciently the mystery pilot handled the machine, and even took their data from his piloting.
However, the fight wouldn't continue on long. The digital voice chimed again, "Charge complete".
Again the Percolatis made a blind charge at Technica, only to meet with it's fist, staggering it. "Ride-" The machine raised a foot, but stopped. A whole three seconds went by where nothing moved.
"Plasma DISASTER!" Moving the foot again, it plunged into the chest of the alien, where a wide blast of energy struck it's chest and blew clean through, leaving room for it to spread out of it's back.
"Pilot! Please exit the cockpit and leave the machine. We will not arrest you if you comply! I repeat, exit the cockpit and leave the machine, and we will not arrest you."
"Nope! Sorry! Can't do that! A Rider never gives up their power when the world's in danger!" MarKus shouted back. Raising a single hand of the Technica, it points skyward.
"A Rider?"
"That's right. I am Kamen Rider... Technica!"
In his wake of bragging, TECZ's forces began to surround him. Realizing he was about to get in over his head, MarKus makes a mad dash through their line, breaking through and running off.
As he made his way off, MarKus began to laugh in relieve that his insane plan ACTUALLY worked!
He just had to watch, and wait for the test pilot to get moving.
Testing for the first official Anti-Percolatis Frame was set to be used against a live Percolatis. Where they got one was a mystery, but they had one on hand and wrangled. Watching from not-to-far, MarKus hid behind a few crates of spare parts and ammunition.
The test pilot, Rathan Johnson, managed to successfully start the machine and get it walking into the test area. "Who designed these piece of shit controls. None of this makes any damn sense." he protested, sitting in the cockpit while trying to figure out the heavily modified controls on the fly.
MarKus was already tapped into the radio frequency that relayed between Rathan in the cockpit, and the operations group. "I'll show you piece of shit, fucktard." he cursed under the safety of his helmet.
The test started when they released what looked like a normal man, which quickly changed into a green alien, much like a humanized cicada coccoon. From that, it only proved to grow in scale, until it was only a few feet shorter than the Technica itself.
"Three..." MarKus started counting down.
The alien made a charge for the Technica, while Rathan jerked on the controls to raise the arm for a counter punch.
"Two"
The fist wound back, ready to let go.
"Fuck it..."
"CONTROLS LOCKED. PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD."
Rathan jerked as his body moved, but the controls didn't. The Percolatis crashes it's hand down into the machine, knocking it over. "Who the fucked locked the controls! Control! What's going on!"
"They're password locked. We can't do anything without the password. Don't you know it?"
"I didn't set a fucking password! This whole machine's a piece of shit!"
But the figure running for the machine would disagree. Quickly climbing from the leg up to the cockpit, MarKus started punching in the combination for external hatch release.
"There's someone on the Technica! Get them out of there! We can't have civilian casualties!" someone from the control group shouted, only to have Rathan cursing at his situation. His situation only got worse as a figure in a motocross biking uniform and a painted helmet pointed a gun in his face.
"Get out. Get out or we both die." The Percolatis was still present, but it wasn't factoring into the way Rathan thought. He wasn't budging. And seeing that, MarKus dropped a foot into his chest, which was almost like jumping into the cockpit itself. Stunning the man with the kick, he was able to wrestle him out of the machine and toss him out of the cockpit.
At least Rathan had enough sense to break and slow his fall, only to be hit in the shoulder by an empty gun tossed out of the cockpit. Taken at gunpoint by and empty gun, and the test machine was just hijacked, Rathan fumed at the potential loss of his job.
Meanwhile, he only had seconds before the Technica was up and moving again. Inside, MarKus had set a remot enabling on the password, and of course, knew it. With the Technica up and moving again, it took another blow from the alien, but it wasn't knocked over this time.
"Alright... let's play, asshole." Flipping a switch or two, a digital voice chimed in again "Exceed charge. Charging."
MarKus was able to maneuver the Technica from being hit again, displaying his superior piloting prowress compared to Rathan. People from Operations watched at how effeiciently the mystery pilot handled the machine, and even took their data from his piloting.
However, the fight wouldn't continue on long. The digital voice chimed again, "Charge complete".
Again the Percolatis made a blind charge at Technica, only to meet with it's fist, staggering it. "Ride-" The machine raised a foot, but stopped. A whole three seconds went by where nothing moved.
"Plasma DISASTER!" Moving the foot again, it plunged into the chest of the alien, where a wide blast of energy struck it's chest and blew clean through, leaving room for it to spread out of it's back.
"Pilot! Please exit the cockpit and leave the machine. We will not arrest you if you comply! I repeat, exit the cockpit and leave the machine, and we will not arrest you."
"Nope! Sorry! Can't do that! A Rider never gives up their power when the world's in danger!" MarKus shouted back. Raising a single hand of the Technica, it points skyward.
"A Rider?"
"That's right. I am Kamen Rider... Technica!"
In his wake of bragging, TECZ's forces began to surround him. Realizing he was about to get in over his head, MarKus makes a mad dash through their line, breaking through and running off.
As he made his way off, MarKus began to laugh in relieve that his insane plan ACTUALLY worked!