Johnny-R-OTN's page

no one seemed to notice that i posted this last time so I'm re-posting.

** spoiler omitted **

Here Benedict and Johnny you look like you could use these"
I hand each of you a little black pill

<Johnny appears to eat the pill.>

"I feel great, Rolf. Just frickin' fantastic!"

Yah sorry, man. After my poisoning episode I've been trying to catch up with projects. RL has been f##*ed.

<Johnny spits out some blood and mops at the clotting wounds on his face.>

"Well?"

..When the guards are done with them, they are still alive, but that is about the best you can say for them.

"Ennnnnnnnn."

<Johnny's boots sing cheerily while he lays in the fetal position.>

"Johnny you're going to keep these boots for now, and I'd like you to file regular reports documenting any situation that triggers the boots, and how the boots help to regulate your stress levels.

I hope they serve you well citizen. It is clear to me that you have a lot of pent up hostility, and perhaps these are just the thing to temper that.

Now that reminds me there are a couple of other items we'd like you to field test..."

<Johnny scowls and mutters to himself.>

"... nutwad."

<The boots sing cheerily.>

"Is that the best you can do? Stick things in someone's anus? If you tell me you're going to take it out how is that going to stress me. Heck, maybe I'll like it."

<Johnny is beginning to raise his voice. The appalling stupidity that he must put up with gets him on edge.>

"FOR CRYING OUT LOUD HOW DID YOU MORONS GET PAST INFRARED?!?! SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME A PLASMA CANNON SO I CAN MAKE THIS RIGHT!"

<The veins in Johnny's temples are bulging.>

"And one more thing... 'team' ..."

<Makes quotation marks with his fingers.>

"I've been a nice guy but that's that. When this is over you can all expect a full body hygiene exam, so make sure you anuses are squeaky clean."

<Snorts.>

"And I'm sending a message to myself in case the privilege falls onto Johnny 2."

<Taps at his PDC. Turns to the researchers.>

"Well?"

"How about you blast that mutie Benedict with a Plasma Cannon, I'm sure that will stress me out."

Everyone watches with big smiles waiting for Johnny to step up and put on the boots.

"Johnny is calm as an LED floorlamp. Whatever."

<Johnny slips the boots on.>

I was gone for a while, too. Doctors, tests. F++&.

"Niiiice. There's a brave man. Clean, too."

<Johnny crosses his arms smugly and awaits the screaming.>

<Johnny puts on the goggles in anticipation of them protecting him from the plasma flash of light and X-rays that Benedict will hopefully soon become.>

"I'm all ready."

<He smiles and backs away from Benedict.>

"The mutie is right there!" he shouts to the Blue researchers.

"Well, Leader?"

<Johnny pulls a sharp of plastic out of his arm. Limps toward Yossa.>

"We still have orders."

"Beautiful. I love the smell of vaporized plastic and alloy. Absolutely beautiful."

<Pulls himself up slowly.>

"And there's nothing better than seeing a pipe go right through a mutie's head."

"JOHNNY!!! Hate does NOT make you happier. It makes you a mean, hateful, WRETCH!!! Are you being Treasonous?!?

<Johnny whips out his Public Hating Coordination ID card and waves it in Rolf's face.>

"Watch who you accuse of treason. I'm a Computer sanctioned agent of hate. And for your information, falsely accusing someone of treason is treasonous. So file a report if it makes you happy, happy-boy."

<His attention back on the filthy infrareds. He looks for one that needs a good strip search. Glances back at the impending crash. Glances at the unresponsive Guardbot.>

"What good is a plasma cannon if you don't use it?" he asks rhetorically.

<Johnny watches the transbot close on zippy, turns back to Duke.>

"Hey Duke, blow up that transbot before it crushes Zippy, for me, will you?"

<Looking at Zippy>

"Hey, Yossa, maybe you should throw yourself in front of the transbot."

<He turns his attention to the infrareds.>

"Hey you infrareds. Not feeling the hate are you. Looking a little dirty, too."

<Jack pulls out his Secret Society Abhorrence sing-a-long book and begins belting out a powerful rendition of "REDS BLEED RED" for the infrareds.>

"Hate will make you happier, peons!"

<He starts taking skin core samples from them.>

"Looking for cooties," he says.

"Duke's not the brightest bot in the world, but he's good at what he does."

<Ambles up to duke.>

"Hey duke, my prime directive is to kill commies and traitors. I think you and I are going to get along well. But be careful around these clowns, they're <whispering> anti-computer. Stick with me and everything will be all right."

GM EYES ONLY:

To himself, chuckling: "This is gonna be great."

taps away at the keys of her PDC So what happened? drink too much sea water? eat some of that tainted Peanut butter? what? Inquiring troubleshooters want to know. Good Hygiene keeps you healthy Hygiene Occifer!

Accidentally drank some isopropanol... while investigating a little bit of industrial espionage intel, no less.

Sort of here.

*Huff, puff*

<Looks over the bots.>

"Do any of them have lethal weaponry?"

<Johnny makes sure to push any lagging infrareds out of his way while he hustles back - it helps him cope with his aggressive tendencies.>

<Johnny makes his way back, pushing his way through the crowds and hopefully limiting his tardiness to something that doesn't bring down the full fury of the computer.>

Lol

Johnny, now 'lost' somewhere, off on his own.

GM EYES ONLY:

NOT FOR EVERYONE:

<Sees Dexter with the fines tablet. Jogs past.>

"Remeber, dexedrine, I can have you strip searched for hygienic tests any time. We cool?"

<Then he'll accidentaloly take the wrong turn...>

GM EYES ONLY:

"Hey trench coat, retina burn, I'll say hello to your replacement clones for you."

"I'm thirsty. Anyone have a can of Loyalty-Cola?"

GM EYES ONLY

Dexter collects the things his old clone had and starts moving towards TPK Sector Bot Processing Facility 23 with haste.

"You have good genes, Dexter."

<Follows Dexter.>

"I hope we find some weapons."

GM EYES ONLY:

<Johnny saunters over to Rosas.>

"You're looking a little dirty, are you sure you came straight here from decanting? Played around a little somewhere maybe. Let's see those hands."

GM EYES ONLY:

She moves to the camera... "oh dear...this equipment looks a bit bashed up..and it has some blood on it... Hygiene officer clean this up please and Equipment Guy, check it for functionality"

<Johnny grabs a clean piece of clothing off the dead and buffs off the camera.>

Then to Benedict-2: "What about my detergent cannon, feeb?"

A moment later a small team of bots arrives. A delivery bot brings in new clones for Dexter, Rosas, and Benedict, and scrub bots start cleaning up the mess.

<Johnny grabs the new Benedict by the lapels and points to his squished progenitor.>

Through clenched teeth and with a prodigious amount of rage spittle: "Take a good look retina burn."

GM EYES ONLY:

"Well since you have plenty to loose here citizen Johnny-R-OTN, I'm not going to place much stock in your word."

He points his cone rifle in Johnny's direction.

"As you have no doubt achieved your superior rank through good genes and wise actions, I am quite happy to have my fate in your hands and I'm sure we'll be watching the mutie vaporize shortly. The same mutie who sabotaged my detergent cannon, may I add. Nice gun, by the way."

<Rests his forehead on the floor and shuts up.>

"Well what do the rest of you have to say. Was Yossa here with you the whole time or did he go to the washroom.?"

"Only Benedict went to the washroom. That explains a lot, and considering we already know he's mutie scum.... Well draw your own conclusions."

<Johnny feels a strange tingle of excitment as he looks at Rosas on the floor in agony.>

"...violence... blood...."

<Johnny remains prone - on his stomach with his hands on his head - he knows when to shut up.>

GM EYES ONLY:

<Johnny throws the gun at Benedict's voice.>

"Fix it, retina burn."

<Then he moves away from where he threw it.>

<Talking loudly over the strange beeping his gun is making.>

"Hey Benedict, something's wrong with my gun. And when the lights come on citizens, everyone's getting a hygiene check."

<Johnny sprays the floor all around him with the detergent cannon, stomping anything he feels.>

"Eat suds commie bastards."

<Johnny pulls out the detergent cannon and backs up against a wall.>

"I'm armed."

Johnny growls: "I swear if any of you commie traitors tries to slip something in my pockets I'll kick your face off."

GM EYES:

GM EYES ONLY:

I'll casually sneak up on Dexter and...

GM EYES ONLY

"... but half the team apparently didn't understand that when they are ordered to go to a mission debreifing, they shouldn't continue to stand around the equipment depot."

"That's funny, I don't recall you issuing such an order. Do you have it recorded, trenchcoat?"

Whispers in Yossa's ear: "Kick that Indigo bastard in the head and I'll bet we'll have his attention then."

"Well, I did sucessfully lead the team in obtaining the equipment for our upcoming mission. We would of been here sooner, but half the team apparently didn't understand that when they are ordered to go to a mission debreifing, they shouldn't continue to stand around the equipment depot."

"That's funny, I don't recall you issuing such an order. Do you have it recorded, trenchcoat?"

"Yup Dexter, you know it. I can't wait to get out there and kill some traitors," Johnny says rather loudly and in the direction of the Vulture guards while doing a John Wayne swagger. "Yup, the J-man is always ready for action."

<Johnny mimes pulling guns out and shooting his team-mates then flexes his pectorals and does a few body building poses.>

"I feeeeeel good. I feel like killing."

<Slips the sample vial into his breast pocket.>

To Benedict: "Hygiene officer. Gotta keep records, you know?"

<Johnny swaggers up to Benedict and jabs him with the skin core - unless he dodges or something like that.>

"You're looking a little dirty there retina burn."

<Cracks his knuckles and looks at the results.>

"You're a troublemaker, aren't you retina burn..."

digs around in sachel for a second and then hands johnny a yellow pill too

*GULP*

Rolf and GM EYES ONLY:

"You have any combat pharms, narc-boy? You know, stronger, faster, more aggressive?"

What are these bits of stuff?!

"I guess you put it in there retina burn. It wasn't there when I blasted you as everyone could clearly see. As you know the computer in his infinite wisdom has cameras strategically located and there will be no doubt that this treasonous contraband was loaded into my cannon by no other than you, a commie-mutie-treasonous scumwad. And you're filthy, too."

"The shame."

<Pulls out his PDC and holds his finger over the 'on' button.>

"Shall we take it to the top, retina burn?"

To Rosas: "Mission accomplished?"