> [Massive black Veritech-like mecha standing in smoke] Kara: Gawds it looks stupid. Sean: Look at the skinny legs. It must topple over in a strong breeze. Sandra: The head's pretty dopey looking too. Matt: And as for those arms... It looks like a cheap transforming toy. Sandra: So... It's a UN Spacy Gobot? Blackarachnia [V/O]: Don't joke about that... Louisa [V/O]: I'll have to get that thing fixed. > VFX-66 Omega Valkyrie All: Oooh... > [Roaches move out] Kara: And they're off and running! Roach 1 is ahead by a nose, with Roach 7 just behind... And Roach 4 has been left at the gates. > Voice: Sir! All Rovers report underway! Capt. Chen reporting all crew have > abandoned roach four except him! Sean: Is Chen anyone we know or care about? Sandra: No. Sean: Didn't think so. > Orders? Kara: A thick-crust supreme pizza, please! Sean: I've always wondered how you manage to keep your figure with all the junk you pile in. Kara: Anime girl secret. > Scott: Tell him to lock that vehicle down and stand by outside the rear hatch for > pickup! Matt: Ha! Do you know how hard it is to get a taxi in a desolate wasteland? > We'll salvage Roach Four later! Sean: Odds on when they get back it'll have been stripped. Never leave your roach in a bad part of the Aftermath. > We'll be alongside in three minutes! Kara: If he's late does Chen get three dollars off? > [Roach bridge with Scott. Rook and Sarya enter] Matt: Oh look. Here's the plot device herself. Sandra: Paging Ms. McGuffin... Would Ms McGuffin please come to the bridge immediately. > Rook: Scott, I bought our "guest". > Sarya: My god! You let him get that close? Sean: Geez. He didn't have much of a choice... one minute nothing, and the next the mecha was just there. > Scott: Not for long! All guns fire! Kara: Ok, who here says that the guns will be no use against the mecha, thus they need Sarya to stop it? Matt: Can't be a bet if we all agree. > [Sarya] > Sarya: No! Don't-- Sandra [Sarya]: There goes my damage deposit! > [Turrets turn to Omega] > V/O: About this time I head the Rover's turrets slew around and I knew he was going > to fire the big guns. Sandra: The 660mm Rataken Bazooka! Sean: The Hyper-Mega Beam Launcher! Matt: The Double Buster Cannon! Kara: The Satellite Laser! I win! > [Roaches open fire] Kara: Hey... see that little M on the side of the rover? Isn't that Lex Luger's symbol? > V/O: These are the VCAC-11s I told you about in my last report -- The Variable-Caliber > Automatic Cannons that the Royal Belmont Defense Forces developed from those prototypes > they found at Castle Fate. Each rover mounts two of them. Matt [V/O]: Of course, seeing as I told you about them last time, I don't know why I'm repeating myself. Go fig. > [Computer display, highlighting a crater labeled home] All [Singing]: There ain't no place like a hole in the ground, a hole in the ground... > V/O: Not that they did any damage to the giant. Sandra: Mecha. Just say mecha, or Battloid. You know what one is. > Omega: Must go home. Sean [Omega]: Must put cat out. > Must go-- > Interrupt query 4123 Kara: URL Not found. > Ground targets unidentified. > Assume hostile intent. > Analyses: Enemy units attacking home. Sean [Omega, Hick]: Conclusion: It's the dang gov'ment tryin' to take away our god-given guns! > Order no. 1: Attack and destroy enemy forces. Sandra [Omega]: Order number 2: break for lunch. > Ground targets firing. Incoming fire detected x 12. Enable laser > point defense system. > [Head of Omega firing lasers] Matt: It's the 2012 model Interocitor! > Omega: LPDS Matt: LPDS? Leprechaun Patrol Defense Squad? Sean: Low-Paid Dental Surgeon? Kara: Lord Phil of Deep Space? Matt: Lazy Punk Dihatsu Salesman? Sean: Lesbian Penguins Denying their Sexuality? Kara: Loud Punks Destroying the Stage? Sandra: Lazy MSTers Can't Think of Proper Acronym. > Lock. Fire > [Omega shoots down the bullets] Matt: A Laser system that shoots down the bullets? We've got eleven rovers each with two turrets each spewing out at least 500 RPM if they're a multi-barrel system. No way could it track and destroy all those bullets at once. > [Vehicle command room] > Scott: Wha-what? Our shells are exploding in flight! Sean: You did wonder what those "spontaneous combustion" rounds did, didn't you? > Sarya: No. They are being shot down. Probably a free-electron laser defense system. Sandra: Why thank you, little Ms. All-Knowing Girl From The Moon. I never would have guessed. > [Sarya] > Sarya: Bernard, listen to me. Kara [Sarya]: I need to go to the little girl's room. > You have got to get this convoy out of here. Matt: Regular, Star, Laser, Combat Hero, Rodimus, Powered, Lio, Big or Fire? > You cannot stop that thing. I alone can send him to his rest. Sean: Because only she can wield the mystic powers of the plot device! > [Rook] Sean: It's Emeraldas! Carla [V/O]: Emeraldas-Sama? Where?! *THWACK!* Owwww... Kara: The newlyweds are fighting. > Rook: "Him"? Lady, you talk like that thing is a person. Kara [Sarya]: I get very attached to machines. Sean: One particular machine, for example. Kara: Naughty. > Sarya: It is, Lt. Bartley. Or it once was. Sean: Make up your damned mind! > [Close-up on Scott's eyes] Sandra: Someone should tell Scott to trim those lashes. > Sarya: It's a human being. All: Dah da dum dum! > [Folder, labeled "Top Secret/Hyper" "Advanced Biological/Computer Control Systems > for Aerospace" "A report to the committee" "UN Spacy Advanced Systems Office"] Sandra: This end up. Do not fold, maul, mutilate or eat. Not to be taken internally. Electronics Service catalogue. Use only genuine interocitor parts. Printed in Singapore. > Sarya [V/O]: It all started back during the first space war. Sandra: That's nice, but that's Macross. We're talking about Robotech here. Matt: this is Bruce Lewis we're talking about. > The UN Spacy was getting desperate. Matt: UN Spacy... Grrr... Urge to kill... rising... > [VF Pilot in cockpit] > Sarya [V/O]: Their most advanced weapon, the Veritech Valkyrie, Matt: Veritech... Valkyrie... Must... kill... Sandra: Any more Macrossisims and this would be Peter Walker's stuff. > was in trouble... ...Its one critical flaw: Kara: No-one liked the colours it came in. > the pilot. > [Exploding VF] Sean: Guess he shouldn't have had the bean burrito for lunch. > Sarya: The "thinking cap" was still being perfected, and the time-lag between pilot > thought and mecha action was proving to be a deadly one... Sandra: Obviously not so deadly that it prevented VFs from being incredibly successful against their opponents. > [Cables plugged in] Sean: Junior electronics project 101: build your own Variable Fighter. > Sarya [V/O]: No-one knew what Breetai Tul's fleet was capable of. In desperation, the > UN Spacy initiated a crash program to develop a high-speed pilot control interface. The > only solution: Direct physical control. Matt: Meaning... Sandra: Um, I guess they mean that the pilot controls the mecha with the control systems. Of course, how that's different from normal is anyone's guess... > [Head and torso of a man connected to lots of wires. His face is covered with a mask, > and the torso with some kind of metal suit.] Kara [Man]: Wow... this full facial is the way to go... > [Head and torso of man, as before, in semi-transparent liquid] Kara: I have to wonder what's with the big cord attached to the crotch... Sean: Thankyou for that. > Sarya [V/O]: The project was called "Omega". Sean: For an oh-so-subtle Macross Plus reference. Matt: Anyone here guessing this is Bruce's way at venting at Macross Plus for replacing Marcoss II as the official cannon sequel? > Six pilots, all horribly maimed, were chosen... Sandra: It turns out that all six of them were different Mick Foley personas. > They were modified, interfaced, ported, piped and placed in a Protoculture sac. Sandra: Of course, if they had the technology to directly interface a pilot like that, presumably they'd have the technology to overcome the lag problem without the radical surgery. And I find it amusing that they had a Protoculture sac before they even knew what Protoculture was. > [Omega in fighter mode in bay] Sean: Damn... Parking is so hard to find these days. > Sarya [V/O]: Five of the six volunteers died along the way. Kara: Actually, one of them moved to Florida. It's pretty much the same thing. > The sixth survived. He was > taken to Edwards space base in California and wired into the control system of a one-of > -a-kind mecha that had been built in secret for the project... Matt: RX-78 GP03. Sandra: EVA-00. Sean: MADOX-01. Kara: Gunbuster. I win! > ...The VFX-66 Omega Valkyrie. Sean: Hmm... Ludicrously powerful one-of-a-kind prototype mecha... Is this aftermath or an Antarctic Press Robotech comic? Matt: Aftermath. There's too much dialogue for AP. > [Scott and Sarya looking out window at Omega] Matt [Scott]: Well thank you, little miss Exposition. Sandra [Sarya]: I wasn't finished yet! There's still more back story to come. Kara: Hey... Isn't that Jetstorm hovering in the distance? > Scott: My god! There's a man in that thing? > Sarya: A creature that was a man but now... Sandra: So it is a UN Spacy Gobot after all! > [Omega in flight] Sean: Are we back in a flashback? Just wondering. > Sarya [V/O]: ...Once they had wired him in, Kara [Sarya]: They signed him up to AoL. He's spent 35 years trying to load the one page. > they shipped him out west for testing. All [Singing]: Go west... Life is peaceful there... > The plan was for him to fly out over the ocean. Matt: Ironically, he would have intruded into IHE airspace if he did. > [Omega firing missiles] > Sarya [V/O]: But the second he left the runway, he was gone. Ignoring orders, he > headed east at top speed -- invisible to radar, faster than anything in the sky. Sandra: Oh, look. It's the Firefox. Or any number of other generic superfighters that get stolen at a moment's notice. > He was heading here. -- To Wright Field, Ohio. Sean: Wright Field... Rightfield. I get it now. > Wright Field was where he and his > family had lived before the war. He was heading home. Matt: I'll bet you anything his mum was waiting on the porch with a pie. > [Roaches firing] > Voice: Sir! He's firing again! Sandra: The term is "downsizing". Not "firing". > Scott [V/O]: Return fire! Status report! Sean: Everything's all messed up, sir! > Voice: Convoy away, sir! They're proceeding back towards the main road at-- > --Incoming message, sir! It's Captain Chen! All: Bye Chen! > Chen: Commander Bernard, this is Chen. Rover four is secured and I'm standing by for > pick-- > [Rover four explodes] Sandra: And gee, who didn't see that coming?' Sean: Chen? Kara: Then, Rover explode. > Scott: Chen! All: Chen! > [Scott] > Scott: Chen! Sean: Selby! Peterson! Todhunter! Captain Hollister! Rimmer! > [Close-up on Scott's eyes] Kara: You're right about those lashes. > Scott: No-- Sean: Alas, poor Chen Redshirt. I knew him not. > [Rook, Scott and Sarya] > Rook: Scott! Scott! Kara [Rook]: Hello? Ground control to Major Tom! > Sarya: Commander! Commander! You have got to let me do something or you-are-dead! Matt: Any reason for the hyphens? Kara: this is the fansubbed edition. > Scott: Chen... he had a -- a family... Sandra: He was also planning on retiring and buying a boat. Does his death get any more generic? > [Sarya, angry] Kara [Sarya]: I'm mad as all hell, and I'm not gonna take it any more! > Sarya: God damn you Bernard! Give me my swords! Matt: Me, me me! My this! My that! That's all it is with this girl. Sandra: Scott should have just pushed her into the pit when he had the chance. > [Scott] > Scott: All right. Rook, her swords are in my foot locker. Sean [Scott]: They were going to be your birthday present, but It seems to be pretty pointless now. > Give them to her and let > her out the aft hatch. Min--Sarya, I don't know what you think you can do, Sandra: She'll wave her sword around with speed lines in the background, chant some goofy magical phrase and destroy the baddie in the name of love and justice. And then the footage will be re-used in every subsequent issue. > but whatever it is, well, good luck. Matt [Scott]: Ok, go out there if you want. But if you get yourself killed, don't come crying to me about it. > Iris, move this vehicle out. > [Sarya's swords] Kara: Hack... master... plus... the hell? > Rook [V/O]: Okay lady, here they are. Where should I send your remains? Sean: I think you're making a bit too much of an assumption here. Sandra: What, that she'll be killed? Sean: No, that there'll be some remains to send. > Sarya [V/O]: Heh. Find me a place to bunk instead. I'll be back. Matt: Shwartzenegger, she ain't. > [Sarya at a door with Rook in the foreground] > Rook: Taking on a mech with swords? Not friggin' likely... But I'm rooting for ya. Kara: Take that how you will. Matt: Shush. > Sarya: Thanks. Tell Bernard to send a mini for me at noon tomorrow. Sean: why? What's wrong with the one you're wearing now? [Kara hits him] > I'll be there. Matt: huh? Did we suddenly wander into the FF8 opening? Sandra: Please no. This is trite enough already. > [Sarya runs towards the Omega] Sean & Matt: Panty shot! Panty shot! Sean: I knew she wore a short skirt for a reason. Matt: And they cover so little too... [Sandra and Kara hit them] > [Omega head] > Omega: Query? New ground target approaching. > Identifying. Matt [Omega]: Target identified as Short-Skirted Sword-Wielding Zentraedi Magical Girl. Terminate. > [Sarya's feet] Sean: Pan up! Pan up! [Kara hits him. Hard] > Omega: Target does not match known threat profile. Identity unknown. Matt: You know, right now some mecha designer somewhere is probably kicking himself that he didn't include Magical Girls in the target identifications. > Assume hostile intent. Target approaching. Weapon lock on. Kara: Hey... if it could blast that many bullets so quickly, why is it taking this long to zap her? > [Sarya running] All: Run, Sarya, run! > Omega: > Interrupt 202. Sean [Omega]: Connection to server lost. Do you wish to reconnect? > Go home. Must go home. Error. Error 3214 Kara: Out of Cheese. Redo from start. > Attack and destroy enemy error error must go home must go Matt [Omega]: On a trip to Tahiti! > [Sarya running from front on] Kara [Sarya]: Get outta my way! > Omega: Attack Home Matt: Please?! End this trite mess now! > [Sword being unsheathed] Sean: Light come forth! Kara: It's not that goofy. Yet. > Omega: Attack Matt: Omega smash puny magical girl! > [Sarya running with swords] Sean: Look at the way that skirt comes up... Kara: Do you want me to dismember you or something? > Omega: Attack Sandra: So stop talking about it and do it already! I can't stand too many more of these "lack of action" panels. > [Omega head] Kara: Is it just me, or does it look very surprised? Sean: It just got a good look up her skirt. What would you expect? [Kara clobbbers him] Sandra: The children are fighting again. > Omega: Error error error error error error Sean: I love this Omega Valkyrie. It gets all the best lines. > [Sarya leaps] Matt: To infinity... and beyond. Sandra: I see the GM is using the "anime leap" rule. > [Omega eye] Sandra: It's the eye of Argon! Nooooo! > [Sword] Kara: wit for it... wait for it... > [Sarya's naked silhouette in Omega eye] Sean: And what a nice silhouette it is too. [Kara brains him] Matt: Although I do want to know where her clothes went. > [Sarya stabs Omega's sensor eye] Sandra: So what... a woman in a short skirt and minimal panties destroys a mecha with a sword? What is this? A Manabe comic? Sean: Naw. Not enough crotch close-ups. > [Static screen with text "Fatal error. Video Sensor Unit Inoperative. (ID = 56)] > [Sarya in front of Omega eye] Matt: So... now she's just hovering there... How stupid is this? Sandra: I see no giant urinating cicadas, so we're safe for the moment. > [Omega falling, fire sprouting from the eye] > Omega: Damage damage error 9613 Matt: Windows has detected a grievous error and will self-destruct. Do you wish to proceed? > autobalancer nonfunct falling falling Sean [Omega]: I've fallen, and I can't get up. > [As before] Matt: How long does it take this mech to hit the ground anyway? Sandra: There's another four pages of this crap if that's any indication. > Sarya: Charles Brautigan, can you hear me? Kara: I'm sorry, but Charles Brautigan isn't in his head at the moment. But if you'd like to leave a message after the tone, he'll get back to you. Error. Error 7070. Must go home. Error. I am Larry. I am happy. > Omega: Falling error error 9613 fal-- > Charles: --ling? Hello? Who is it? Is anyone there? Sandra: And what do you know? It's a big fat hermaphrodite with a flock of seagulls haircut and only one nostril. Matt [Charles]: I hate it when I'm right. > [Sarya with swords out] Sean: Those are nice and big weapons she has. Kara: Do I have to kill you? > Sarya: Yes. Yes Charles Brautigan. I am here. > Sarya [Thinks]: Sean: Thinks thanks to brains the new miracle head filler. > By the gods! The pain he's suffering-- in--incredible! Matt: Yeah? Well he's not the one reading this. > ...Only one shot at this... maintain the link... Sandra: Check for dead URLs. > Focus the power... Focus... ...focus... Sean [Yoda]: Concentrate on you... on the ship... on all living things... > [Sarya's shadow over the hatch] Kara [Sarya]: Death from above! > Charles: Help me... Someone... Please, it hurts so bad... Matt [Charles]: The cybernetics are giving me a wedgie... > Please, let me go home... > Sarya: Yes, Charles Brautigan. I've come to send you home. > [Sarya descending on the hatch, swords out.] Sean: did her panties shrink or something in the last two pages? Kara: You'd notice [She hits him again] > Sarya: I have come to send you home! Matt: Yes, but do you have sufficient postage? > [Sarya drives the sword through the hatch] Sandra: Wow. Next to this, even Sera, Bruce's other magical Girl is a wuss. I'd hate to think what his version of Ariel could have done. > [Omega Explodes] Kara: You know, he's probably kicking himself right now for getting a Hot reactor just for the Maneuver Pool bonus. > [Bigger explosion with Roaches in foreground] Sean: Hey look... it's the opening of Akira. > [Charles (?) In a dreamlike state] Sandra: That's Charles? If you ask me, he looks just like Bruce's version of Scott. > Charles: Home... going home... ...Thank you... Sean [Charles]: I'm out of this comic... Thank you! > [Sarya in crater] Kara: What... did she hit the ground at a few hundred kph or something? > V/O: I figured no one could survive that blast, Sandra: Which means, of course, that they're fine. > but the recovery team Bernard sent > out the next day found her all right -- Asleep in a crater near the dead hulk of the > giant. Kara: And with Plainfolk Mutes already stripping it for souvenirs. Sean: Any minute now the first ads will go up. "See the thing! Five miles next exit" > I checked her over. Other than slight anemia and dehydration, she was okay. Matt: I call officially ****ed up right here and now. > Weird. All: No! > [Sarya] > V/O: I wasn't sure what happened, but thanks to my listening devices, I have a fairly > accurate account. Matt [Voice]: It seems that there was a fateful trip. Five passengers set sail that day on board that tiny ship... > [Techs with Charles in Omega cockpit] Sandra: OK, Chuck, have you checked the oil recently? Kara: You'll feel a slight buzzing sensation when we connect the groinal socket. Don't worry about it. > V/O: It's a sad story about a soldier who gave too much. Matt: Private Ryan? > [Omega head] Sean: VFX-66 Omega: In your face tour '47. > V/O: It's a story about a government so desperate for a superweapon that they chopped a > man to pieces, soaked him in pure protoculture, and wired him into the controls of a > machine like a computer chip. Sandra: Of course, since they didn't understand Protoculture at the time, there was a small problem with their plan... Sean: In fact, they used lime jelly. > [Omega in Fighter mode] All: Maverick! > V/O: And it's the story of a man who couldn't die Kara: Ric Flair? > who raced across a continent in a futile effort to find his home. > He nearly made it. Imagine his confusion as the guns of > the Zentraedi fleet blasted him from the sky that day. Matt: Actually, if any of those beams had hit him, he would have been vaporised. > [Omega half-buried] Sean: Faceplant, dude. Sandra: Not Olympic gymnastics material is our friend Charles. > V/O: Imagine his shock as he awakened from his generation-long coma, scrambled, addled > knowing only two desires: Sean: Beer and TV. > To fight the enemy and to return home. Unfortunately, he had no > way of knowing that the five hundred hapless residents of Rightfield were not the enemy he > had been programmed to fight... All the being that had once been Lt. Charles Braunigan > knew was that a large group unidentified targets were surrounding his home. Kara: In fact, they were Trekkies attending a convention. But the mistake is understandable. > He slaughtered > all five hundred of them before his erratic power supply put him back to sleep. Matt: Just a thought. There's no Protoculture left in Aftermath. So how'd Omega revive in the first place if it would have been drained by the Invid's departure? Sandra: He used the backup power system: A hamster wheel. > He awoke > just in time to find our convoy and to send Capt. Victor Chen to an early grave. By killing > him, Me'el Sarya delivered him from the agony of discovering that the 'home' he had so > desperately sought was nothing more than a dusty hole in the ground. Sandra: Given that it's in Ohio, how would you tell the difference? > [Bit of wall with Rightfield written on it] Matt: Hey, Kara. It looks like our old base. Kara: Yeah, but the decor's better. > V/O: That just about wraps up this report, boss. Kara [V/O]: I'll enclose a piece of fruitcake. Sean [V/O]: Give a big hug and kiss to Mr. Bigglesworth for me. > Bernard gambled on Rightfield and lost a rover and a good man. Matt: And Chen. > As a result, the subtle power struggle between him and Bryce will grow. Sean: Given that we only met Bryce this issue, it's kind of irrelevant. > [Man writing on paper] Sandra [Reading]: Four score and seven years ago... who does he think he's fooling with this? > V/O: I guess I should feel lucky to be alive. Matt: There are a whole bunch of Argentinean soccer players who would argue otherwise. Sandra: That was off. > The only reason we we're still breathing > is because Me'el Sarya stopped the Brautigan/Mech cold... Sean: So, in other words, she *is* Bruce's other avatar. Matt: It seems to be that way. Kara: Yuck, eh? > [Sarya] > V/O: Sarya herself has decided to travel with us for a while as a guest. Again, this > is more luck than we had dared hope! Kara [V/O]: We've got fan service! > Now not only do we have proof that the Aluce colony is growing in power, Sandra [V/O]: Of course, how we knew about it when there's no contact between the Earth and moon is anyone's guess. Matt: Maybe the IHE told them about it. > but we have direct access to a Quadderaq lord! Sean [V/O]: And a hot one at that. > The rumors > we've been hearing from the T'sentraeti were true. The moon lords are here. > [Pencil on paper] Sean [V/O]: Hmm.. Seven letter word, type of cheese, third letter is "z"... > V/O: I'll code and deliver this by the usual channels. Kara: That's probably not a good idea. Could you imagine how crazed the postal workers are in the aftermath? > A lot is happening with this convoy-- Matt: Regular, Star, Laser, Combat Hero, Rodimus, Powered, Lio, Big or Fire? Sandra: It's likely to get a better body half way through the season. > It's exciting to be a part of it, even as a spy. Poor Bernard. He has no idea > that he's been infiltrated Sandra: So being kidnapped by the Nazi Killer Sex Death Hate and the Mutant Gewrwalk Bikers was just a clever way to infiltrate the Megaroad mission, huh? > or that the Organization exists. All: Foreshadowing! Matt: Or it would have been if Aftermath hadn't up and ended the very next issue... > [Girl asleep] Kara: Yeah, the comic's doing that to me too. > V/O: Carmel will be waking up soon. It's back to being a doctor for now. Sean: That's not 'the' Doctor, is it? > Say hi to all back at HQ and take care -- the world needs you, boss. Kara: I'll bite. Who exactly is his mysterious boss? Matt: He never said. But I have my own theory... > [Weedy guy with glasses chewing pencil] Sean [Spencer]: Hmm... mint flavored. > Spencer: Specner, S, Agent 13013 report concluded. All: Lame! Weak! Lame! Matt: Damn. Sometimes I hate it when I'm right. Sean: I'll bite. Who is that guy? Matt: An eye doctor they picked up two issues ago. They rescued him from a bunch of Mutant Gerwalk Bikers and the Nazi Killer Sex Death Hate. > Megaroad: Mission 2 > End Sandra: And that's a wrap, kiddies. Kara: I am soooo out of here. [They get up and leave] [Door 1 - It's a vault door. It swings shut as you leave] [Door 2 - It's a rolling garage door. You wrestle it shut and proceed] [Door 3 - It's a double wooden door with wrought-iron edging set in stonework. It creaks shut and you proceed] [Door 4 - It's a revolving door. You go around several times then proceed.] [Door 5 - It's one of the doors from the Death Star. It whooshes down and nearly takes your feet off as you proceed.] "Well... you know Aftermath..." Sean began. "Yes... well. Aftermath" Kara replied. "I see why you two reacted the way you did" "Aftermath does that to people" Matt replied. "I'd say you get used to it, but you don't". He sighed. "At least It's not Sentinels: Rubicon or something really dire like that..." "Say... Um, pardon me for butting in" Kara began. "But where's Sandra gotten to?" "She said she had some urgent presidential business to attend to" Matt replied. "So this gives us a bit more time to try and dig up her file." Sean added. "I guess..." Matt replied. He sat down in front of the computer. Kara and Sean pulled up behind him. "OK... I managed to get through the first level of the system. There's another two files in here... give me a second" He bashed a few buttons. "OK. Here we go..." "Found it yet?" Kara asked. "No, but I've got something almost as good. I found Alielle and Fatora's files in here." "Cool" Kara replied. "Let's see 'em." Sean added. Louisa's file popped up on the screen, complete with prison mug shots of her. Name: Louisa Cheng Race: Genetically-Modified Human/Mongoloid/Female (Very female) Age: 25 Place of Birth: Atlantica, New Earth, Colonial Alliance Height: 183cm Eye Colour: Brown Hair Colour: Black Rank/Occupation: Prisoner (Former CID special agent) Specialization: Infiltration, mecha pilot, supersoldier, covert ops. Background: Louisa was recruited into the CID by the shadowy agency that controls the alliance. Originally a mole in the CID, she was a key part of their plans for the conquest of the Earth. Underwent an experimental genetic upgrade treatment, making her taller, stronger, faster, tougher, more agile, more attractive and nigh-on unkillable. Incompetence on her behalf resulted in her capture towards the end of the war. Serving a life sentence in Earthgov maximum security prison. Personality Brief: Ruthless, self-centered. Loyalty to herself first and the Alliance second. Sees Earthers as below her. Uses and discards people as she sees fit. Clueless at times. First Appearance: "Questions and Answers" (AAA short) "Rather unflattering" Matt noted. "You watch. She'll edit it heavily by the time her autobiography comes out" Sean replied. "So how about squirt's file?" Kara asked. In a second, Carla's file appeared, accompanied by a particularly gormless photo of her. Name: Carla Harwood Race: Human/Caucasian/Female Age: 21 (Pysically) Place of Birth: Los Angeles, California Height: 171cm Eye Colour: Blue Hair Colour: Brown Rank/Occupation: Mercenary, vigilante, small-time theif. Specialization: Hardsuit operations Background: Carla is from an alternate version of the Bubblegum Crisis universe, circa 2033. A former small-time thief and hacker, she was drawn into a Knight Sabres-style mercenary organisation. She was transferred to this timeline by the Deus Ex Machine. Personality Brief: Friendly, good natured and good humored. A bit of an airhead. Lecherous. Very little self control. First Appearance: "Robotech: Megastorm" part 2. "So she's from the BGC universe?" Sean asked. "That would explain a lot." The other two nodded. "Who did you say was from BGC?" Sandra asked as she entered the room, a towel draped around her shoulders. "Er... nothing" Matt hastily replied as he switched off the monitor. "Oh yeah. Nothing, huh?" Sandra replied. "Yeah..." Sean added, nervously. The tension was ruined by the Mad's light flashing. "Better get that. LOD 2000 and Sunny are calling us" Sandra added. Kara scuttled over to the button and pressed it without any of her usual protests. After a brief burst of static, Louisa appeared on the monitor. Behind her Viktor was still talking at Carla. "Then, with the fate of the planet sealed, I used my modified Zon space shuttle to flee the planet to my space station. A crowning glory of my genius, I built it in the shape of an immense swastika so the world would know who its master was." "Um... This is after it's been wiped out by a massive asteroid" Carla replied, nervously. "Why yes." Viktor added. "This is very nice tea" "I see Viktor's still going" Sandra noted. "He hasn't stopped talking since he got here" CABAAL replied. "And that was well before the experiment began" "Do you mind!" Louisa snapped. "So how are my little puppies doing?" "Puppies?" Sean asked. "I don't want to think about it" Kara replied. "Enjoy your stay on planet Aftermath?" Louisa asked. "Because it's not over yet!" "More?" Matt groaned. "Haven't you done enough yet?" Sandra added. "Enough? I've barely started!" Louisa replied, and started laughing. "Why, now, my little pets, you are going to meet the final chapter in aftermath's - and your- pitiful existences. I give you the stirring conclusion to it all... Aftermath 13!" She began laughing again. "Push the button, Carla!" Nothing. "Carla?" "When I awoke, I found myself in an alternate universe... one where World War II had been raging for over fifty years! I realised that this would be the perfect base from which I could conquer the world!" Viktor continued to ramble. "Sorry boss" Carla replied. "I couldn't get away from him." "You completely ruined my momentum" Louisa responded. "I'll make it up to you later" Carla replied, wistfully. "Just push the damned button." Louisa replied. Carla hit the button, causing lights and sirens to go off throughout the SoR. "Oh great... now we've got Comic sign!" Sandra shouted. "Look on the upside... Viktor's not in there with us" Matt added. "I should be so lucky" CABAAL muttered as the four inmates ran into the theatre...