One Immelmann turn later, Shyria was (literally) blazing back over the battlefield, strafing what remained of the robot with her fire breath. She was going to see peace back on NPF if she had to melt every one of these bastards into slag with her own goddamn flames!

"Holy obscenity!" Bard shouted as he pressed himself againt the groung, and formed a shadowy dome over himself. He was obviously not prepared to properly defend himself against a direct attack.

While Bard was crouched on the ground, trying his best to not get killed by grenades, he decided to give a command to Berserker. There was a possibility that he may not get to give out another command an time soon, so he may as well offer one last attack

He looked up briefly, hoping to get a glimpse of what it was doing. Through the dark walls, he could vaguely make out the shape of the summon making another charge at the droid, screaming wildly. "Just... keep doing what it is you're doing boy," Bard shouted. There was no way that a command like that could backfire. Ever.

"I have no idea what's going on over here," a voice rang out over the battlefield. A silhouette in a billowing cape and pointed hat appeared in a dramatic burst of purple-grey smoke. "...but I intend to make it worse!"

Mauve raised both hands, glowing magical flames appearing around each clenched fist.

"I hate alien robots!" she declared, lobbing a basketball-sized orb of purple flame at the aforementioned object of her displeasure.

It always smelled like dead guy.
 

As noted, a great amount of... stuff was expelled from Arhra III. It wasn't clear if the satay had been as well, but it probably didn't matter since it would've melted away in the acidic stomach contents just like the half of the droid that was hit with the spray of sick."Hmmm, not quite what I was hoping for but it wor-" Nin was cut off by the back of Arhra's head smashing into his beak as she wriggled about trying to break free. Almost immediatley, the Shelled Slueth released his grip and the succubus slipped away. Nin covered his smarting nostril area and muttered some made-up swear words.

"Ssssssskrakk! Ugh, did you not consider maybe asking me to let you go first? I woulda done it!" Then Nin noticed something strange on his sleeves. "I'm not looking at my sleeves right now." Just look at them. "What, do you think I'm made of money? Just tell me what's wrong with them." Sigh, if the dumb turtle bothered to glanced down he would've seen what had been the reason for the demon's abrupt break away; it seems that she was now sweating the corrosive crap and some of it was on his trench coat's sleeves and its front as well.

"What?!" Nin finally looked and, sure enough, there was goop on his coat that was already starting eat through the fabric. He then panicked and flailed his arms about trying to shake the acid off while making silly frightened noises. That action would work alot better in a visual medium, wouldn't it? Anyways, eventually his brain started working again and he quickly pulled the coat off and tossed it... right into the puddle of puke.

"Wha! No no no no no no-Awww!" Nin ran over to the puddle and tried to pull it out but it was to late. The demon acid had dissolved the trenchcoat completely. It was gone. However, he had no time to grieve what with the droid's grenade landing right behind him and all.

"The what now?!" BOOM

The grenade detonated before Nin had a chance to leap to safety. However, as the obligatory dust cloud caused by the explosion cleared, the Green Gumshoe was still standing and, aside from the back of his suit being blown to tatters, seemed to be completely unharmed.

"Ow... internal bleeding." Emphasis on 'seemed to be'.

Jeez, how hard is it to kill one boring robot? Seriously, he doesn't even have any good dialogue. I said I wouldn't fight him anymore but it looks like I have no choice. Besides, I kind of already went back on my word and launched another attack at it and was thinking about trying to fight it again anyway. Okay, how to attack it? The acid seems to affect it but I can't squeeze it out of Arhra anymore since she's perspiring it now. If only I had another cannon...

"Oh wait, I do. Now how to..." Nin fiddled around in his pockets and sudddenly his eyes lit up. "Now there's an idea!" He shouted as he whipped out a fistful of smoke bombs and a ladel. With ninja-speed, he unscrewed the smoke bombs, ladeled in the goop, and screwed the tops back on; thus changing them from smoke bombs into acidic gas bombs.

Hmmm, haven't got much time before the spew eats through the casing, thought Nin, noting the now melted ladel. He quickly tossed aside the ruined impliment and made a very loud finger snap.

"Innuendo!"

Like a faithful steed, Nin's scooter sped out from nowhere and stopped right in front of its master. He hopped aboard the crimson motor bike, slapped it's side, and shouted "Allons-y!" Suddenly, a great big cannon barrel extended out from under seat and the windsheild became a targeting screen. Nin quickly stuffed the bombs down the barrel and turned the scooter around so that the 1/2 battle droid was in his sights. Before he fired on it, Nin decided to do one last stupid thing. He alerted the droid to his presence and wasted a few precious seconds with a good-bye.

"Hey, junk-heap!" the deranged detective shouted, hoping to pull the droid's attention away from Shyria's fireballs and on to him. "When you're in robot hell and you see all the other automatons I've killed over the years, tell them I still think they're worthless piles of scrap!"

And with that, he fired on the fucking robot.

Flame washed over the half of a killer robot as it fired on the NPFers, a fly by flaming delivered via dragon. the last of the last of the grenades it fired was caught in the torrent of flame and detonated prematurely, catching the robot in the blast as well. It's dark mass glowed cherry-red in places but this did not stop Berserker from PUNCHING it, a grenading having made the angry demon much more charred and much angrier. It billowed backwards from the blow, struggling to reform itself enough to counter attack.

Not know what was going on, but knowing robots and aliens were not to be trusted, especially in combination, Mauve Mage returned to the fray, hurling magic of a dark muavish hue and fiery nature at the robot as Nin gave a one liner and his own contribution to the fray: bombs carrying a payload from a dubious source.

Smoke cleared and the end result was revealed.

The robot was still standing. A shadow of it's former self, substance a smoky network of tiny machinery cobwebbed over a fractionally denser framework. The left side of it was missing entirely, terminating in jagged tatters, head lolling to one side. It hovered, lower body fading out into an indistinct haze, malformed rifle raised. Fury energy pulsed through its form and turned where its eyes should be into burning pits.

It didn't move.

The crimson light gave out and the robot lost cohesion, falling apart into a cloud of black ash with a weird ringing sound as it slowly drifted to the ground.

"This is angry defeat for you!" Arhra V shouted at it as she strode forward triumphantly. "Ground to dust!" she looked upwards, "YOU ARE NEXT, VALKER JERKS!" she shouted ecstatically at the sky, eyes burning red. "I KNOW YOU ARE OUT OF KILLBOTS! I HAVE READ YOUR FILES! But this bloody tide is still rising! It will reach beyond the Moon! YOUR EVERY LAST PARTICLE IS NEXT! To be torn and kicked and guh wah huh?" Arhra V suddenly passed out with a dopey smile plastered on her face.

Arhra I had snuck up behind her and poked her in the small of the back with a finger.

"Is everyone all right?" the psuedo-white mage asked with concern, catching her doppelganger before she could slump to the ground. "If they're really low on forces, maybe we should take some time to recuperate before storming the castle." She looked worried. "I'm sure it's not healthy to do it on an empty stomach."

She hadn't spent this entire battle lugging around the mainly confectionary related supplies they'd picked up earlier for nothing, she hoped.

Armored Bishoujo unearthed her giant sword and slung it over her shoulder, surveying the battle. "I haven't had to fight this hard since my epic escape from the Star Dungeon," she said to herself, then disengaged her BUTTSECKS. Now with a normal-sized bastard sword, Armored slowly approached the droid wreckage.

If their foe was in space, she'd need to get in touch with her crew and have them pick her up in the Azure Aesir...if they weren't already engaged by the Valkers. But the ship was a very stealthy craft. It pretty much had to be when most of the work she and her crew did weren't exactly legal, even if it was something one could do with a clear conscience. She was much closer to the droid now, and her left hand was charging magical lightning should she actually need it.

But she found her preparations useless. That thing wasn't getting up anymore. Time to get her ass to outer space.

Then Dr.Ethington who had taken some time to run a comb through her hair and catch her breath from getting to the scene of the battle so quickly, ran the Red Kimono through basic instructions for the Anti-Son of a Bitch machine.

"Basically, you hold up your hand and make whirring noises with your mouth, and I focus my science. This is all very technical and sciencey, so don't you worry."

RK held up her hand.

"Um. Whir?"

"No, longer.

"Whirrrr?"

"EVEN LONGER. And with an accent."

"WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRR?"

"Okay, so just do that, but remove the ? and keep it up. Also don't move in any direction or you might end up teleporting to Eagleland."

"What, you mean like this-"

Suddenly RK took a step forward, and in a flash, was gone.

Dr. Ethington was annoyed, to say the least. "Damn Borange Fobbies..."

But then they went and killed the sum of a witch without her.

"Oh well. It's not science unless there is a chance for catastrophic failure. Now, EVERYONE! To the lab! There are pancakes and puppies!"

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FLASHBACK to the FUUUUTUUURE!
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"Welcome to the NuklearPower Science Foundation. Thank your for expressing interest in possibly mandatorily being involved in optional pan-dimensional experimentation involving various ingredients warped through space and time via a timey wimey ball in the interest of creating pan-cakes. I am certain they will be delicious. Please take your personal companion mixing bowl, and place it on the NPSF shiny red button."

"Pancakes and puppies, eh?" Armored asked, looking thoughtful. She hadn't had pancakes in a very long time, and puppies were always a joy to play with. Maybe she could delay signaling her crew to come pick her up for a little while.

Inside Dr. Ethington's lab, Armored stood still as a message played from some unknown source.

"Welcome to the NuklearPower Science Foundation. Thank your for expressing interest in possibly mandatorily being involved in optional pan-dimensional experimentation involving various ingredients warped through space and time via a timey wimey ball in the interest of creating pan-cakes. I am certain they will be delicious. Please take your personal companion mixing bowl, and place it on the NPSF shiny red button."

Armored frowned. "Pandimensional experimentation? Timey wimey ball? What, is the professor too brilliant to simply use pancake batter, cooking spray and a skillet? It's stuff like this that turned the city of Rapture from Bioshock into an undersea necropolis chock full of insane splicers."

Still, Armored had some of the best times of her life exploring the unknown, and unwisely decided not to back down. "Let's see here, personal companion mixing bowl, personal companion mixing bowl...wait, is that like the weighted companion cube? If it talks to me, should I probably disregard what it says?"

She did find what appeared to be a large mixing bowl, then searched the area for a shiny red button, which wasn't difficult to find by virtue of it being well-polished and somewhat luminescent. To best prepare for whatever might happen, she engaged the BUTTSECKS and transformed into a bunny girl. "Now's probably my last chance for famous last words, so...tell my dating sim games that I love them." And then she placed the mixing bowl onto the NPSF shiny red button.

Sirens blared, and Red flashing lights flared from every corner of the room, and a ginormous rumbling noise as unseen machinery in the rooms to the left, right, above, and below whirred into existence.

A song vaguely similar to "Shut up and Jam" involving the word "Whir" began to play, and suddenly, AB wasn't there anymore. At least in that room, anyway, in this dimension.

Wherever AB was now, there was darkness. So much darkness in fact, she didn't see the person/thing standing in front of her, breathing heavily, as if all it's existence was devoted to breathing.

Taking a break from breathing, it shoved something moist and sticky into AB's hands.

"Here....here is batter!" It said breathily.

Then it breathed really, really closely into AB's face.

"TREAT IT GENTLY."

Then, with a flash of light, AB was somewhere else.

The lights came on, and Puppies McPuddington sighed. He was such a lonely anthropomorphic puppy, who wanted to play with someone. And it was kinda hot in there.

Then, AB found herself surrounded by five year olds dressed in savage flowery, in a similar room to the first one, armed with spears, spray bottles, and skillets, with which they menaced to her.

"Booka chaka chaka!" Their leader inquired.

The mixing bowl and button were still in place.

If mixing bowls could talk, which they very well can't, it then told her in a desperate, voice from beyond the veil: "Go back Armored, Go back before it is too late! THESE PANCAKES ARE NOT FOR YOU!"

But it couldn't talk so it couldn't be creepy. It then threatened to stab one of the five year olds.

Bard was never particularly interested in science. He acknowledged it was useful, but in a world with magic, it sort of palled in comparison. Bard was interested in pancakes and puppies. It was because of this he willingly went to the NuklearPower Science Foundation

"Huh this place is pretty, don't you think so boy," Bard said to Berserker, whom he for some reason thought it prudent to bring with him. "RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWRRR!!!!I'm not one of your pathetic human canines, I will rip this entire building apart and let the remains collapse on your skull!!!!!!" it cried. Bard didn't understand him, but it was a rather empty threat either way.

"Shush Berserker," Bard said as he grabbed a mixing bowl. "Look at this boy," he said presenting the bowl to the monster, "this means pancakes." Berserker wasn't interested obviously, and seemed pretty pissed."Lets go look for a kitchen," the summoner suggested, motioning for his summon to follow him "Come on, I may need a dungeon bypass or two, and I can't rip the hinges of those doors on my own." He then set off to find someplace to make the pancakes, completely ignoring the red button. Berserker grunted and followed, having to duck to avoid hitting his head.