This is, for those who are interested, my first attempt ever at 
fanfic.....in fact this is the first fiction I have written out of 
school, five or so years ago so please be kind......having said that, 
I fully expect several death threats for this :) If you want it 
to get better make some suggestions for improvement...

Chapter One; Picture if you will.....

The town had been held in the grip of terror for some weeks now. The Robo Gangs technology outclassing anything the beleagured and incompetently managaged police force could bring to bear.

  Terry Sing  huddled in the miserable weather behind the police barricade waiting for Dominator 1 to turn up at the bank as the anonymous note to his newspaper, one of many had promised...The giant robot was, for the most part, the reason for the Roboga
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gs arrogant confidence. "How could anything stand up to this?" the young newspaper reporter wondered. He used his sleeve in a vain attempt to clear the rain from his glasses and view more closely the swat teams inordinate amounts of ordinance. Assult rif
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es, APC's, shotguns and even a rocket launcher or two were on display.
     "All right move back everyone, this is supposed to be a secure zone". These words  came from an officious looking captain with an oily smile and the sort of moustache that is just left of fashionable, just right of serious and spot on stupid. "Wait,
 
what about the freedom of the press, people have a right to know", spluttered Terry as he was pushed back by a couple of overly zealous thugs in blue. His protests fell on deaf ears as he was escorted back to his little scooter. 
    A rebellious streak ,usually well hidden in the normally placid young man came to the fore of the now thoroughly damp reporters mind. (No his mind wasn't damp, just him). He weeled his scooter around and made his way around the supposedly secure poli
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e line before leaving it proped beside a wall and scuttled under the cover of darkness to come to rest behind the banks ostentatious concrete sign beside the main building.
    No sooner was he settled behind cover than he heard some sort of commotion on the far side of the police barricade. "It's breaking through!" came the dismayed cry, swiftly followed by an agonized scream mercifully cut short. There was an ominous sile
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ce that dragged on for timeless seconds. This moment of peace rudely shattered by a robot with all the style of a rogue paperclip. In its favour though, it had the drama of any combat robot with the following vitals...Height; huge, Weight; first take two
 
large trucks,....then .....you get the picture right? Suffice to say it was bigger than your favourite sumo star. Its eye sockets glowed a cool, if somewhat pointless lambent red and gouts of steam issued forth from vents in its head at sporadic interval
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 (doubtless they had something to do with hydaulics, yeah I'll buy that). "I am Dominator 1!", for that was the title of this bulky, armored SFX escapee. From somewhere in the depths of this monstrous bulk came a booming artificial voice "You cannot resi
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t the might of the Robogang, we shall crush all opposition....IN THE NAME OF THE MIGHTY LUCIFER...."The creation emphasised its point with the limp body of the crushed policeman in its mighty fist. "Wow! Scoop of the century" thought Terry happily to him
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elf as he raised his camera, humourously forgetting the lens cap.
   At this point whatever else it might have had to say was lost in the pyrotechnics of a triggerhappy army of police men with big guns. Terry, who had by this point ventured out to the road, was panicked by the riotous richochets and he dropped the afor
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mentioned visionary aids as well as the occular image capture device by the feet of of the barbarous behemoth. Fumbling about on the rain swept tarmac he retrieved both camera and glasses just in time to watch the mobile monolith commit an offence of dub
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ous legality, namely that of absconding with the banks ill gotten gains (yes you read that right).
   Conveniently the bank kept its gold reserves close at hand in a large steel container and wrapped in chains for towing, and it shortly emerged from the building, shrugging off the ineffectual fire of the even less effective police.
  At this point a handsome young man, resplendent in flowing white robes of chinese origins stepped forward from the shadows. Besides him a male companion, sheltering both with his umbrella.....Another dramatic pause......Flinging wide his arms the man i
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 white attacked a nearby mail box with a stream of transformer toys issueing from his sleeves and crying "I have you now Dominator 1!" He promptly vanished, replaced somehow in the pouring rain by an angry white duck with glasses.....his partner had gone
 
too.....seemingly .....ummm...gone!  The monstrous metallic manufacturer of mayhem ignored the interuption and triggered its jetpacks in such a way as to send the  ironclad infidel hurtling to skys towing his goodies behind him at the end of a chain like
 
some bizzare Saint Nicholas.....
   
More chapters will follow....probably, seeing as I wrote this one 
yesterday afternoon.....

NeonBomber