The underwhelming response to the first chapter of this has not deterred me.
On we go! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA*hackcoughdie*
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P L O
R T
by The Eternal Lost Lurker
Disclaimer: The only thing here I own is me, and I'm not even entirely sure
about that one. The people who own everything else, well...I'd be horribly
embarassed over this whole thing if I were them, and I just hope they don't
come after my ass.
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Chapter Two: What's Inside the Lemon?... PEEL!
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The hull of the Lurkerdrome gleamed in the early morning sunlight. The calm
of daybreak had been broken by the sound of a helicopter shortly after
sunrise, and the occupants of Welcome House--as well as their enigmatic
guest--were already up and about.
"There it is again," Haruka commented, glancing up at the sky. A JASDF
copter was making its third pass over the island, showing no indication that
it was likely to land anytime soon; nevertheless, some of the sisters were
getting a little edgy.
Lurker, clad now in a rough canvas tunic and worn, baggy jeans, shrugged.
"I'm not particularly worried about it. I'm used to this kind of thing by
now." He sighed. "You should've seen the reception I got on the *last* world
I was on."
"You were met with hostility, Anigimi-sama?" the kimono-clad girl asked as
she went through a kata with her naginata.
"Let's just say I never want to see broccoli again in my life. And it took
forever to get what was left of those stupid things off the treads."
Haruka blinked.
Yotsuba suddenly popped up in front of Lurker. "CHECKIE!"
"Ack! Don't DO that, Yotsuba-chan!" Lurker groused, warding off the
spyglass-wielding girl.
Unfazed, Yotsuba pulled out her camera and snapped a picture. "Yotsuba is
going to keep checking Ani-chama until she knows everything about
Ani-chama!"
The purple-haired boy laughed nervously, a sweatdrop rolling down the back
of his head. He then yelped in surprise as he was glomped from behind, swept
off his feet and carried for about a meter before being deposited shakily on
his feet, the perpetrator of the sudden attack skating around to face him
with a cheerful smile. "Good morning, Anii!" Mamoru said.
"Mornin' Mamoru-chan," Lurker replied. "You're quite energetic today."
"Yep!" Mamoru grinned and started skating in a circle around him. "Wanna
come skate with me, Anii?"
"Gomen...no skates," Lurker apologized. "Besides, there's a lot of work to
do to get the 'Drome fixed up."
Mamoru glanced over at the fortress, and nodded. "Well, I'll do my best to
help!" Waving, she skated off down a side path.
A rumbling alerted the dimension-hopper to another presence behind him; he
turned around--and nearly fell over in shock as he saw a huge, bulky robot
roll up to him, Rinrin perched on one shoulder. "Ya-ho Aniki!" the
short-haired girl called.
"Hi, Rinrin...anou...what's...?"
"This? This is my Mecha-Rinrin! Cool, ne?"
"Ah, hai."
"Of course, I planned to ask Aniki for money to help research...but I bet I
can find spare parts in the Lurkerdrome to make Mecha-Rinrin better than
anything I could buy from the electronics store!"
"Heh, probably. But make sure you leave enough stuff to fix the 'Drome with,
okay?"
"Haaaaiiii..."
Sakuya, Karen, and Kaho emerged from the house with large tablecloths at
that moment, which they proceeded to spread out on the lawn, making a
sitting area large enough for everyone. "Shirayuki wants us to have
breakfast on the lawn," Sakuya explained.
"Sounds great," Lurker nodded.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone was gathered and seated on the tablecloths,
with piping hot tea, trays of cookies, and both Japanese and Western
traditional breakfast items laid out. Shirayuki's more creative attempts at
cuisine had been foiled by the others, for once, and the breakfast spread
was simple yet elegant, with no danger of any overly spicy dishes or strange
flavor combinations. "Itadakimasu!" they chorused.
Lurker buttered a croissant and ate it slowly as he sipped his tea. "This is
good," he said. "Thanks a bunch, Shirayuki-chan."
The violet-haired girl blushed. "Hime is happy to cook for Nii-sama."
Light, inconsequential chitchat accompanied the meal; for several minutes,
the morning was calm and peaceful, almost serene.
Then the rotors of the helicopter rudely intruded on the conversation, and
Lurker glanced up sharply, an annoyed scowl crossing his face. "Right,
then," he said, wiping his mouth with a napkin and standing.
"Nii-sama? You're not finished eating already?" Shirayuki asked.
"What's wrong, Onii-tama?" Hinako asked.
"Excuse me, girls, this'll only take a minute." He paused. "You might want
to be ready to cover Hina-chan's and Aria-chan's eyes, they don't need to
see this."
"Onii-sama, what are you going to do?" Sakuya asked, a note of concern in
her voice.
"Nothing too terrible," Lurker assured her. "I'm just going to let our
little joyrider friend know I'm getting tired of him." With that, he strode
across the lawn and up the ramp, disappearing into the Lurkerdrome.
Silence ensued.
"You don't think he's going to--" Karen began.
"I doubt Anigimi-sama would resort to violence," Haruka replied. "Still..."
A moment later, the dull purple-grey eye of the Lurkerdrome began to glow
red. Everyone blinked up as the eye turned to glare at the helicopter, which
was coming around for another pass. "Shimatta...!" Rinrin gasped.
A beam projected from the eye...
"What's going on? Is Anii gonna shoot that guy down?"
...and even as the helicopter pilot began taking evasive maneuvers, the beam
split apart, smaller beams tracing back and forth through the sky, forming
huge, glowing letters in several languages in midair. English, Japanese,
Spanish, French, German, and a couple languages that didn't look like
anything from Earth hung in front of the JASDF helicopter, all spelling out
the same message:
[OI, BUGGER OFF!]
Sakuya quickly covered Hinako's eyes; Karen did the same to Aria. Chikage
chuckled. Rinrin blinked, then fell over laughing. Yotsuba snapped a picture
of the rather rude holographic message.
"Ara," Haruka, Marie, and Shirayuki uttered simultaneously. Mamoru
snickered. Kaho just blinked.
After several seconds, the hologram terminated, and the lavender-haired
traveller emerged from the Lurkerdrome. The chopper pilot buzzed a bit
lower, made a very rude gesture through the windscreen of his vehicle, then
flew off in the direction of the Japanese mainland.
Smirking, Lurker rejoined his sisters and resumed his meal.
"SUGOI, Aniki!" Rinrin gushed.
"What? What did Onii-tama do? Hina wants to know! Why can't Hina know?"
"Kusun," Aria offered.
"Ani-chama has a funny sense of humor, checkie!" Yotsuba giggled.
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"Are you sure about this?"
"Un! There's something big out there, and I wanna see it up close!"
"But...it's an awfully long way away. How will you get there?"
"He-hee! Just leave that to me! So, we're all going, right?"
"Huh? Ch-chotto--"
"No, you have to go with us! You should be excited too!"
"...awuuuu..."
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"Waaaaai! It's great in here!"
Lurker and the sisters were walking through the lower levels of the
Lurkerdrome, and the girls were reacting with varying degrees of amazement
as the purple-haired traveller explained various rooms, objects, and details
to the best of his abilities.
"...and up here, there's a garage of sorts, with about a dozen motorbikes in
it." Mamoru's eyes lit up, and Lurker chuckled. "Yeah, I thought you might
like that, Mamoru-chan."
A loud bark intruded on the conversation; the group turned to see Michael
peering into a darkened side corridor. "Huh? What is it, Michael?" Marie
asked.
"What's down that way, Onii-chan?"
"Well..."
"AHHHH! THERE'S A DEAD BODY OVER HERE!"
Everyone blinked. "What!?" Sakuya exclaimed.
"Anigimi-sama?" Haruka peered querilously at the dimension-hopper.
Lurker chuckled. "Calm down, everyone." He walked past a stunned Kaho and a
still-wary Michael. Grunting with the effort, he dragged a humanoid form,
dressed in ninja garb, out into the corridor.
"Don't look, Hina-chan, Aria-chan," Karen advised.
"Kusun..."
"Anigimi-sama? Why...?"
"Dead ninja checkie," Yotsuba said grimly, kneeling beside the lifeless form
with her spyglass.
The purple-haired boy shook his head. "It's not dead," he told them. "It was
never even alive." Reaching down, he grabbed the purple hood of the ninja
and ripped it loose. "See?"
The sisters all gasped.
Beneath the "ninja's" hood was a steel skull, exposed circuitry, and an
array of sensor pickups. Golden optical orbs glittered dully in the corridor
lights.
"...it's a robot?" Rinrin asked.
Lurker nodded. "There's about a hundred of these in various states of
disrepair in a storage bay down the hall. The last owners had a factory that
churned these things out by the dozens...the perfect army. Completely
obedient, programmed with any skills necessary to accomplish assigned
tasks...and no pay, no need to feed them, just routine maitenance and a
spurt of oil every now and then. And of course, it doesn't matter if
anything happens to them because they're easy to replace. An army of
disposable foot soldiers." He paused. "They give me the creeps."
"So why haven't you thrown them away?" Mamoru asked.
"Because that'd be wasteful and stupid," Lurker replied. "When things first
started breaking down around here, I realized I couldn't keep this thing
running all by myself. So between trying to find somewhere to get things
fixed, and trying to learn how to fix things myself, I've been trying to
learn how to reprogram the ninjas. I figure if I can reprogram them, I can
have them do all the maintenance work on the 'Drome so I can worry about
other things. Plus," he added, "it's just too handy to have access to a
whole army of ninjas in case I ever get myself in a real pinch."
"Sensible," Haruka nodded.
"So why are they all laying around shut down like this?" Rinrin asked.
"Mostly because I had more important things to do than clean up the robot
factory sector after I bought the 'Drome," the purple-haired boy shrugged.
"And I really don't wanna mess with 'em until I can reprogram them. I don't
exactly trust them not to come back to life, decide I don't belong here, and
attack me. I'm no ninja, after all."
"Hmmm," Rinrin mused. "Mind if I give it a go after we fix up some of the
other stuff? I bet I can reprogram them."
"Well, I guess..."
"Great!" the inventor beamed. "Thanks, Aniki!"
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"Nii-sama, is there a kitchen in this place at all?"
"Wasn't one when I bought it, but I managed to improvise one in the higher
levels. It's not much, though, because I'm not much of a cook."
"That's okay. Hime is sure Rinrin-chan can build Hime a good kitchen."
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"Anigimi-sama, what's in here?"
"Ah! Best not to go in the--"
"WAAAAI! This is a great place, Onii-tama!"
"Hina-chan, don't play around in there!" Lurker cautioned, rushing in and
extracting the young girl. "It's dangerous."
"What's in---WHOA!"
The girls and Lurker stood before a large chamber inside which racks,
shelves, and trunks of weapons covered every surface. Enormous high-tech
bazookas, laser pistols, freeze pistols, plasma rifles, cattle prods with
claws on the ends, high-tech maces, and an array of other tools of war hung
from the walls, while smoke grenades, gas grenades, frag grenades, plastic
explosives, and exploding shuriken filled clear boxes on the floor.
"This is the Armory," Lurker said. "Three rooms full of weapons. This is the
arsenal for the ninja robots." He pointed at a door at the rear left.
"Through there is low-tech stuff...spears, swords, maces, that kind of
thing. Haruka-chan will probably like that." He grinned.
"So what's in that one?" Kaho asked, pointing at the other door in the room,
which had warning signs plastered all over it and was locked with a heavy
steel bar and no fewer than five combination locks and three heavy padlocks.
"The big guns," the purple-haired boy replied, shuddering.
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"What's this place, Nii-sama?"
"This? Oh....heh. This is the Wardrobe," Lurker replied, switching on the
lights in yet another room of the Lurkerdrome.
"My fashion-sense is tingling," Sakuya quipped. Everyone looked at her
strangely. "What?"
"You...*wear* this stuff?" Karen asked, glancing dubiously at a rack of
rather eccentric attire.
"Actually, *my* clothes are all in my quarters," Lurker replied. "The ones I
wear every day, I mean." He idly shook some dust off a particularly
bizarre-looking outfit. "Like just about everything else here, most of this
stuff was already here when I bought the thing. I've added a few racks of
stuff to what was here already in my travels...I pick up things that look
interesting whenever I can. You never know when something might come in
handy."
Kaho ran a finger along one curved blade on a wicked-looking shoulderguard,
and winced as she nearly cut her finger. "How the heck could *this* come in
handy?"
The purple-haired boy shrugged. "You never know."
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"And this is the control room."
"Woooow," Rinrin breathed.
Yotsuba dashed over to a huge viewscreen, on which Welcome House was
displayed. "Ani-chama, is this what Yotsuba thinks it is?"
Lurker nodded. "That panel's tied into the Eye. Every function of the Eye is
controlled from there."
A strange gleam entered the wannabe-detective's eyes. "DIBS ON THE CHECKIE!"
she cried. Everyone chuckled.
"Oh, by the way, if anyone's thirsty, there's a cooler of drinks over
there," Lurker pointed out. He then walked over to the control console for
the dimensional portal system. "Rinrin, here's where we need to start."
The inventor girl joined him, and looked over the equipment with a frown. "I
see what you mean," she nodded, looking at the flashing red telltales.
"Looks like the real problem's with the equipment down below."
"Yeah...in simple terms, the brakes are shot," the purple-haired boy agreed.
While they discussed repairs, Yotsuba played with the controls for the Eye.
The image on the viewer panned, zoomed, and changed through several visual
modes as her fingers danced over the controls. She giggled. "Checkie,
checkie, checkie!"
Hinako walked up to her and looked over the controls. "Wah, it's like a big
video game!" she enthused. "Hina wants to play too!" With that, the younger
girl pressed a big red button on the console.
On the viewer, a red beam lanced through the air, shearing off the top of
one of the rotundas. Everyone glanced up at the display, blinking. "..."
"...oops," Hinako said, thumping herself in the head with a fist and
giggling.
"Checkie, the red button is a laser," Yotsuba commented, moving the younger
girl away from the controls. "Ani-chama, anything else dangerous here
Yotsuba shouldn't check?"
"Don't think so, just the beam," Lurker replied, before turning back to the
repair planning.
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A few kilometers south of Tokyo, something strange zipped through the air.
Actually, make that a whole lot of somethings.
To be more specific, a small cloud of metal turtles was flying low over
Japan.
Ranging from aquarium-size to tortoise-size, their silver shells gleaming in
the sunlight, the robot turtles smiled happily as they flew through the air,
occasionally emitting soft mews as they passed over towns and countryside
below.
At the head of the turtle swarm was a much larger turtle, with three eyes
and a cockpit set into its shell. Inside the cockpit, a platinum-haired,
dark-skinned girl in a seifuku sat at the controls, smiling happily as she
ate a banana while steering the turtle plane with her feet. Behind her, a
younger blonde girl in jeans, sweatshirt, and a baseball cap sat with her
feet propped up on the darker girl's headrest, seemingly asleep. Beside her,
a similarly-dressed girl of about the same age as the pilot, with pale skin
and short midnight blue hair, looked extremely nervous as she glanced out at
the sky.
"Just a little longer and we'll be there," the dark-skinned girl called
cheerfully.
A small green turtle, resembling the flying robots accompanying the plane,
climbed up onto her head and saluted with a flipper. "Myu!"
"I still think this is a bad idea, Kaolla," the blue-haired girl said
nervously.
"Relax, Shinomu! You worry too much! This'll be fun!" Kaolla Suu said with a
grin. "Ne, Sara-chan?"
"Un!" the younger girl said. "Maybe even better than sitting around watching
the baka get hit all day!"
And the robot turtle swarm pressed onward toward a bizarre destiny...
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Lurker had to admit he was impressed.
In just a few short hours, Rinrin had managed to repair the stabilizers, the
inertial dampeners, and the navigational systems; now she was going through
the ship repairing the damaged lighting and power grid. Meanwhile, the other
sisters had started exploring the Lurkerdrome in more detail; Rinrin had
gone over the master control consoles and assured them all that anything
really dangerous inside the fortress had been disabled, provided they were
careful not to mess with anything suspicious.
Chikage had immediately appropriated an empty storage bay just below the Eye
as her own personal lair; Lurker had gone up earlier to check on her and
found...well...suffice to say, he didn't see himself spending much time
there.
Sakuya and Karen had gone off to explore and find suitable quarters for
everyone, while Shirayuki turned her attention to finding the ideal location
for a kitchen and dining area. Mamoru was checking out the bikes, while
Haruka was in the Armory. Yotsuba was still amusing herself with the Eye,
and Lurker was amazed at how proficient she was becoming with using it.
Marie had discovered the library interface terminal, and was seated quietly
off to the side of the bridge, reading data files from numerous dimensions.
Michael lay beside her, watching everything with lazy detachment. Kaho,
Aria, and Hinako were just wandering around aimlessly; Lurker had an
internal camera pod following them just in case they got into any trouble.
A comm panel beeped. "Onii-sama," Sakuya's voice called from the speaker,
"would you help us move some things from the house?"
"Uhh...well, sure," Lurker replied. Something about the sudden decision by
the sisters to move into the Lurkerdrome and take off with him whenever he
left this world was still bugging him, but he just couldn't bring himself to
deny these cute, sweet girls anything. And so it was that he found himself
back at the main entrance, pushing a large trolley cart toward Welcome
House, the two sisters who had appointed themselves quartermaster trailing
behind him.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked them. "I mean, are you really sure this
is okay?"
"We all talked it over," Sakuya replied. "Wherever Onii-sama lives, we all
live. Wherever Onii-sama goes, we all go."
"But what about friends, family? School? All those things--"
"Onii-chan, there's twelve of us, plus you. That's enough friends and family
for anyone. And we're bound to learn more out there than we ever could here,
ne?" Karen smiled. "We have our Onii-chan now, and each other. Nothing else
matters."
Lurker was silent for a long moment. Then, he sighed. "Okay, let's get
loaded up."
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"Checkie-checkie, checkie-checkie-checkie!" Yotsuba sang as she played with
the Eye, panning the field of vision this way, then that, zooming one
kilometer, zooming five kilometers, switching to infrared, night vision,
targeting...
It was when she found the toggle for radar mode that something interesting
happened. "Ara? What's this?" Yotsuba mused to herself, looking at the small
cloud of glowing green blips on the radar display. "Yotsuba needs a closer
checkie..."
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The bizarre alien craft was easily visible from over five kilometers away.
It loomed over the horizon, a giant purple boil on the world, glaring
balefully out with its massive grey-violet eye.
"There it is!" Suu called. "Dead ahead!"
"Wow, that thing's really weird-looking!" Sara exclaimed, leaning forward
over the pilot's seat.
"Awuuuuu," Shinobu cried.
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"Why," Lurker grunted as he attempted to force another box into the already
overloaded trolley, "do girls...have....so much...STUFF!?"
Sakuya and Karen giggled as they loaded small suitcases and makeup kits onto
the pile of boxes, suitcases, and other miscellany in the cart. All of
Chikage's belongings had apparently already been transferred to the
Lurkerdrome; they'd gone to her room first and found it completely bare, as
though it had never been occupied.
So then, they'd turned to loading up their own belongings. It had taken
nearly a half hour to pack up all the clothes, makeup, accessories, and
various personal effects of the two girls; by the time they were done, the
trolley was full to bursting with the two girls' possessions.
"If you think this is bad, you'll hate packing up Aria-chan's stuff," Sakuya
said with a smile.
The trio began heading back to the Lurkerdrome with their load, and paused,
blinking, as two dozen robot ninjas flowed out of the fortress, bearing down
on them with a rapid mechanical gait. "What--?" Karen began.
"I thought you turned all those things off," Sakuya commented.
"I did," Lurker replied. "Everyone be careful..."
The ninjas tromped right past them and into Welcome House, not even
acknowledging their presence. A moment later, Mecha-Rinrin appeared as well,
following the robots.
The trio blinked.
"Well, that explains that," Karen said. Moments later, the ninjas began
filing out again, carrying boxes, bags, and other miscellany into the
Lurkerdrome. The group blinked again, then glanced at one another, shrugged,
and followed the robots up into the ship.
As they arrived, they were met with a smiling Rinrin. "Aniki, what do you
think? I programmed them to carry stuff!"
"Good work, Rinrin-chan," the purple-haired boy smiled. "Think you can
figure out how to make them do other things?"
"Haaai!" the inventor giggled. "After I fix up a few more things, I'm gonna
work on the robots so they can help me fix the Lurkerdrome faster."
"Good idea. Let's--"
"Ani-chama!"
Yotsuba rushed from the central elevator, skidding to a stop in front of the
group. With her hands on her knees as she gasped for air, she looked up.
"Ani-chama," she hissed, "Something...on the Checkie...coming this way..."
"Eh? What? Slow down, Yotsuba-chan."
Finally catching her breath, the detective stood up. "Yotsuba saw something
coming on the Checkie! A lot of something! Yotsuba doesn't know what it is,
because Yotsuba only saw it on radar, but..."
"Hmm. Wonder if it's the military again," the traveller mused. "Round
everyone up and make sure they're somewhere safe...no one leaves the 'Drome
until we know what's coming this way."
"Anou...if they're sending the Self-Defense Forces here, are we really safe
inside the Lurkerdrome?" Karen asked.
Lurker chuckled. "We're safer in here than we'd be at Welcome House, trust
me. It takes a hell of a lot more than an Earth army to damage this baby."
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Once upon a time, there was an evil alien brain from another dimension. One
day, this evil alien brain met a megalomaniacal ninja with delusions of
grandeur, and they joined forces to try to conquer the ninja's homeworld.
But the brain and the ninja, despite their advanced technology and all their
elaborate evil schemes, failed at every attempt to conquer the world. For
they had an enemy. A powerful enemy. A veritable force of nature that could
not be stopped, that resisted their efforts at every juncture.
The brain and the ninja have long since been defeated and retired from the
warlord business, leaving their advanced technology abandoned in some
scrapyard on another world. Their base of operations has changed hands a few
times since, but even with the rather extensive changes the most recent
owner has made, there are some things left by the original owners that, to
date, haven't been touched by anyone.
As the radar and long-range sensor equipment began taking stock of the
approaching aerial armada, long-dormant defense circuits began awakening,
activating systems which hadn't been used since the last reign of terror by
the brain and the ninja. The fortress detected signs of the Enemy, the
Accursed Nuisance, the terrible force which must be stopped at any
costs...and now, unaware that its old masters are long since gone, the great
dimensional juggernaut once known as the Technodrome prepared to do battle
against the most insidious arch nemesis known to evil in any dimension.
Of course, between the changes wrought upon the mighty fortress over the
years, the lack of awareness of that ancient struggle between good and evil
by the current occupants, and the removal of some internal components to
patch and repair more vital systems, the only telltale warning of the battle
which was about to take place was a single red light on the bridge, which
flashed its futile message to empty air, nobody paying it any attention
whatsoever:
[TURTLES SIGHTED. TURTLES SIGHTED. TURTLES SIGHTED.]
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The sisters and their dimension-hopping "brother" gathered on the bridge,
where the radar display Yotsuba had called up was still scanning, showing
numerous glowing green dots approaching the fortress at a rapid clip.
"Hmm. Are they in visual range yet?" Lurker wondered.
"Yotsuba will checkie," the detective girl replied, rushing to the controls.
A moment later, the viewer flickered, replacing the radar with a view of
bright blue sky and over two dozen gleaming points of light flying in tight
formation.
Lurker frowned. "What's the magnification on that?"
"Ten," Yotsuba replied. "Just a second..."
Abruptly the view zoomed in; the majority of the smaller objects were still
difficult to make out in the sunlight reflecting off their bodies, but the
closer and larger ones...
Thirteen pairs of eyes blinked in unison.
Thirteen voices echoed a shared sentiment of disbelief.
"TURTLES!?"
"What the heck?"
"They're shiny!"
"Flying metal turtles?"
"Where'd something like *that* come from!?"
"Ani-chama," Yotsuba said suddenly. "Look at this."
Lurker strode forward, and saw the flashing light Yotsuba was pointing to.
[TURTLES SIGHTED. TURTLES SIGHTED. TURTLES SIGHTED.]
The purple-haired boy blinked. "Okay, this is new."
"Why would the Lurkerdrome have a warning about turtles?" Yotsuba wondered.
[TURTLES SIGHTED. TURTLES SIGHTED. TURTLES SIGH--]
The flashing warning light turned solid red, the message changing.
[INITIATING ANTI-TURTLE DEFENSE PROTOCOL KRANG-ALPHA]
Lurker and Yotsuba blinked at that.
A loud hum filled the air.
"...oh shit."
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It is important to note that the Lurkerdrome, for all its imposing size and
menace, is still a very weird-looking object. A building-sized sphere with
an eyeball perched on top is the kind of thing only a truly demented mind
can come up with.
That sheer weirdness, however, belies the terror the mechanical monster is
capable of unleashing on unsuspecting innocents.
As the three girls and their turtle armada drew closer to the titanic
fortress, sparks began to dance around the eye of the Lurkerdrome, which
started to narrow ominously. A white-hot light flared in the dark pupil...
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"KAOLLA! LOOK OUT!"
"Ack! Evasive, evasive!"
The dark-skinned girl barely had time to get the turtle plane and half the
Mecha-tamachans out of the way before a thick column of plasma seared the
air, a tremendous thunderclap and the stench of ozone marking its passage.
The unfortunate turtles gave a collective metallic "Myuu!" before exploding.
Shinobu fainted.
"Looks like they've spotted us," Sara noted. "I don't think they're
friendly, either."
"Yosha! Arming Super Tama-Tama Tamadan Bombs!"
The turtle plane's jaw clicked open, as did the jaws of the remaining
robots. Egg-shaped bombs protruded from the mouths of the turtle mechs.
A swarm of eyeball-tipped missiles launched from numerous gunports on the
purple behemoth.
"Tamadan Bombs FIRE!" Suu shouted, pointing dramatically at the incoming
enemy arsenal.
Smart egg bombs intercepted turtle-seeking eye missiles, creating brilliant
midday fireworks in the skies over Promised Island.
And the battle of ages was joined...
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(See chapter one for disclaimer list.)
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