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san_fransokyo2015-01-21 06:39 pm
murderbot) wrote in san_fransokyo2015-01-21 06:39 pm
Are you still there?
[It's a good thing that the new portals near San Fransokyo are in rural areas, because what's coming out of the north lab isn't friendly.
There's a storm of microbots, sounding like metallic hail as they rain out of the portal, followed by the thunder of a large, solid chunk of metal hitting the ground.
While the microbots litter the floor, unsure of what to do next, they have no orders to follow, the larger figure stands up straight, to their full height somewhere a little north of six feet tall.
Baymax is sure to have been on the news, but people would be forgiven if they didn't recognize what the portal spat out as Baymax. He's covered head-to-toe in pieces of concrete and metal, with spikes of glass interspersed throughout, looking something like a collapsing building come to life. The only signs of Baymax visible are his chip port, covered by a single panel of glass, and the glass in his helmet, giving him a space for his red eyes to see out of.
He's back from his time in the world beyond the portals, armored by the microbots from the remains of the buildings that had been pulled in as well.
If there's anyone in the lab, he ignores them. A quick scan had revealed that they were not his target.
Without the Hiro-created helmet, he doesn't have access to the advanced scanning technology the boy had installed, so he's going to have to search the city as he follows the last command he was given.
"Do it, Baymax. Destroy him!"]
There's a storm of microbots, sounding like metallic hail as they rain out of the portal, followed by the thunder of a large, solid chunk of metal hitting the ground.
While the microbots litter the floor, unsure of what to do next, they have no orders to follow, the larger figure stands up straight, to their full height somewhere a little north of six feet tall.
Baymax is sure to have been on the news, but people would be forgiven if they didn't recognize what the portal spat out as Baymax. He's covered head-to-toe in pieces of concrete and metal, with spikes of glass interspersed throughout, looking something like a collapsing building come to life. The only signs of Baymax visible are his chip port, covered by a single panel of glass, and the glass in his helmet, giving him a space for his red eyes to see out of.
He's back from his time in the world beyond the portals, armored by the microbots from the remains of the buildings that had been pulled in as well.
If there's anyone in the lab, he ignores them. A quick scan had revealed that they were not his target.
Without the Hiro-created helmet, he doesn't have access to the advanced scanning technology the boy had installed, so he's going to have to search the city as he follows the last command he was given.
"Do it, Baymax. Destroy him!"]
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but he's no hero, is he? heroes don't wait for trucks en route to deliveries, and they probably don't make a leap on to said truck's roof when it passes. the ever-helpful microbots kill whatever momentum might have caused injury, and secure him in position before he starts moving forwards, making a vague hand gesture once the vehicle slows to a stop-
-and out goes the driver. Callaghan isn't necessarily planning on hurting him, but he /does/ need him out of the picture for a few minutes while he has another set of microbots open up the truck's door. he doesn't say a single word, doesn't give a single glance to the hapless man currently pinned to one of the truck's tires by black metal 'ropes', he's only concerned with getting what he needs and getting out of here quickly.
he'd have let this be delivered, but then security would have been unacceptable. this will have to do.]
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Baymax has been storming down streets and alleys looking for his target, but so far, all the humans he's come across have not been him. They rush out of his way, down the opposite sidewalks, trying to avoid the strangely armored being.
If he was human, he might've gotten frustrated at how long things had been taking, at how short his scanner's range was. But, he's not and he doesn't, he will keep going, no matter how long it takes to fulfill the command given to him.
He had seen the truck pass, but paid it no mind, the driver was not who he was looking for.
However, it's not long after that when his scan finds his target. After double-checking to make sure all the stats and data matched, Baymax picks up the pace, starting to run towards the truck.
The armor is heavy and Baymax has never been the fastest, so he doesn't have a lot of speed, but there's a definite increase now that he's found Robert Callaghan.
If Callaghan isn't too distracted with his task, he'll be able to hear heavy non-human footsteps coming in his direction.]
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and pausing.
what is that noise?
he glances out and around, microbots pulling back towards him in preparation of great movement- and then they still. because /he/ is still, not fully understanding what that- that thing approaching is, but whatever it is, it doesn't look- human? no, that's not the word he's looking for.
he can't think of words.
he doesn't even need to think for the microbots to push him towards the roof of the vehicle. by the time he turns around, the - behemoth - has gotten closer, so he's throwing out a hand to strike at it because at least he has the higher ground and can an idea of what's coming after him
but why does he have a feeling of deja vu?]
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With the force of a robot that can lift a thousand pounds clad in concrete and metal, he punches back at the swarm, attempting to cut a path through the robotic wave.
There are many more of them than there are of him, but, quality over quantity, right?]
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there's always a few that remain by him, on him - ever since losing his coat at the dock he's hardly ever without any upon his form, as though they're continually trying to remind them of their presence - but with the majority split off in that attack, he needs to move before he charges the truck.
adrenaline beginning to kick in, he pulls back the rest that were holding the driver and makes a run towards the front of the vehicle. by the time he reaches it, the microbots on him have moved to his feet, giving him another push in to the air- and there's enough in position for him to grab on to, hitting the building's wall and hoisting him on to the fire escape properly. he only spares a single glance back before beginning to climb, a cluster of the bots securing the box on his back like the straps of a backpack.]
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As Callaghan scales the building, the robot looks up, processing this new development.
If he still had his rocket fist, he could hit his target from here, however, the microbots had been unable to replicate the function, so he's got to find a way to pursue Callaghan.
After assessing the building, he punches his fist into it, creating a hand-and-foothold. This seems to be to his liking, as he starts making a ladder of holes. His arms are much longer than his feet, so he's got to pull himself up before making the next hole.
This process is much slower than Callaghan's microbot-powered escape, but Baymax shows no signs of stopping. Even if Robert gets away tonight, he will relentlessly pursue his target.]
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Robert glances down again, eyes widening behind his mask as he sees it climbing. the fact that it's punching handholds is demonstration enough of its power, and he doesn't bother hauling himself up; he lets the microbots do it for him at this point, a healthy dose of unease lending speed.
that's not human. that can't be human. who in their right mind-? he tries sending another punch of microbots, hoping that maybe he can dislodge whatever this is back on to the concrete, and maybe he can get a better idea of what he's dealing with if he can knock off some of whatever passes for armor off of it
because really, he shouldn't be feeling so concerned. he has the microbots. he can face practically anything, for better or worse.
...
that shouldn't seem like an attempt to reassure himself.]
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It's harder to punch them from his perch, he doesn't have the solid footing of the earth beneath him, but he's going to try and smash a swath through the horde by swiping his arm to the side and attempting to cast them off.]
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it's not /unaffected/ by the microbots, not entirely as far as he can tell, but it's still enduring them in a manner that's a bit unsettling. the ones still by him shift and twitch, betraying his unease, even as he breaks off the attack to pull himself fully up on to the roof. a shrugging roll of his shoulders to adjust his spoils, and he's leaning back over to get a better look-
-and then he catches sight of red optics behind glass, and then everything goes very still.
his eyes move down to- chest. circular port. it follows other lines as the armored beast continues its climb, the microbots now outright starting to writhe, and then snapping towards the figure again without any prompting at all.
threat. response. even as Callaghan takes a step back away from the edge, because-
what is this?]
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When the microbots crash against him again, he responds as he did before, with a large, heavy fist taking the brunt of the blow.
If he was programmed for anything other than karate, he might note that these microbots were acting somewhat different than the ones that had built his armor, Callaghan's current swarm was more instinctive and in tune with their master. It's a stark contrast from the directionless horde that had floated with him through the void.
Once the rush of microbots slows, he continues his destructive climb upwards towards his objective.]
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not here. not now.
with that decided, he's already turning around, the microbots once more pulling back from Baymax to give him speed, momentum- and a hand when it comes to leaping for that next rooftop. he /could/ stick to the streets, but with the need for stealth as of late, higher ground has advantages he can't deny. at this point, though, Callaghan would be happy with some large /distance/]
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Baymax watches as the microbots leave him, he follows behind them, heading to the roof.
By the time he's done climbing upwards, Callaghan's already over on the next building.
The robot stalks forward, going right to the edge and attempting to calculate how he's going to get across.
He spends some time processing this, then backs up several steps. He runs forward, not nearly as quick as Robert, then uses his hands to push off and launch him over the gap.
Baymax lands with a heavy thud, causing a minor impact crater where he meets the roof. Once across, he resumes the pursuit, heading towards the last direction he had seen Callaghan.]
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-and nope. it's considering. he doesn't know the specifics of Baymax's programming, but he knows enough to know that Tadashi had originally programmed it with enough to understand and overcome obstacles, and Baymax is looking as though he's already getting an idea of how to solve this and that means
̕i̛s̛͏ h̵e̵ ́in̶͠v̢͠o̵̧lv͡e͜d҉̸̕ ͟͞i͡͞n̛͟ ͜t̢͠͏h̸́i̵̧s͘ ͢t͞oơ͢͡?͟͡
that Callaghan has to run.
and run he does, leaping over the rooftops, the rush of fear-fueled adrenaline lending him strength and speed. he is not going to stay for this.]
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As Callaghan runs, he opens the gap between them wider and wider. However, because of Baymax's scanner, Callaghan can run, but he can't hide. Not for long.
After several moments, Robert gets out of range of Baymax's scanner, but that doesn't stop the robot. He keeps stomping towards the last direction he had made visual contact, but since he has to halt at every edge and determine the best way to cross, it should be easy to outpace the destructive robot.
However, Baymax has one advantage Callaghan does not, and that's endurance. He can continue the pursuit for as long as his batteries run and, right now, he's got nearly a full charge.
Let the hunt begin.]