[OPEN]

[the_caped_crusader]

WHO: Motoko, Bruce Wayne, and [Open]
WHERE: WayneTech Labs.
WHEN: Wednesday, October 5th.
WHAT: Bruce built Motoko a new body, but a break-in happens during the transfer process...
WARNINGS: Will update if needed.



[Bruce had been working with engineers and technicians, but mostly by himself, for the past month on this new body, and finally the fruit of his labor was complete.

Difficult was an understatement-- he had worked with similar technologies back home, so it was not entirely foreign to him, but Motoko had come from a world in the future that was not his, was vastly different than his, and so replicating the nanotechnology required for her within the month, while at the same time familiarizing himself with a business he had never run before, was a lot to handle even for him. He was still able to do it though, and he had already reaped the benefits of this partnership by acquiring this future technology for his own machinations, so now all that was left was to repay her for her contribution.

He allowed a small team of technicians to work with him during the transfer process, but he wouldn't allow anybody but himself to head the project, and ensured that he was by her side the entire time to make sure things went smoothly...]

(ooc: feel free to make any open threads you want locked or open to anybody you would like to interact with!)

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[Closed to; Motoko, Bruce Wayne] The transfer

[the_caped_crusader]

[The transfer process had begun. In a sterile environment in a private lab inside the main facility, Bruce began the process of moving her organic brain to her newly constructed body. He was able to conveniently keep her connected to a system that allowed her to speak to him through the process, keeping him informed as to her status.

He allowed his technicians to begin moving her brain between bodies as he stood to the side and monitored her brain activity.]

How are we doing, Ms. Kusanagi?

[prostheticbody]

[The process isn't unfamiliar to the Major, but it's not one you ever get completely used to. In a normal procedure back home, she'd simply wake up in her new body, none the wiser about the procedure involved. She didn't have that luxury here, since her unique expertise might be needed during the procedure.

She had to admit, it was a kind of interesting out of body experience.]

As well as a fist-sized clump of brain cells can be, I suppose.

[the_caped_crusader]

[He smirks a bit behind his surgical face mask.]

I'll take that as a good sign then. You'll let me know if at any point you sense any discomfort-- the procedure isn't complicated, but it's going to take some time.

Why don't you tell me a little more about yourself? Unless it's all classified, I suppose.

[prostheticbody]

Trying to pick my brain, hm?

[It's never too serious a situation for a sly joke.]

You practically know my life story compared to what I know about you. Your corporate bio seems somewhat scant.

[Open to everybody] The robbery

[the_caped_crusader]

[He had heard the commotion from the back, and saw from his cameras in the room that groups of men started to push their way into the facility, some wearing masks, some not, all of them armed with either guns or abilities. They didn't waste any time as they began to destroy what wasn't useful to them, and pilfer what was.

With no alarm system available to him within the lab, Bruce pulled out his communicator and put out an open call to the imPort community for assistance. Without his suit, he wouldn't be able to help much, and with the transfer only 60% complete, he had to make sure that things continued to go smoothly here.]

Max Caulfield | OTA

[timecapture]

[College was weird. While Max wasn't exactly used to a more erratic (sort of) class schedule, it did give her more time to, say, answer to the call when shit like this happened. She heard the call and was on her way in a flash - well, as much of a flash as she could get - and was just seriously considering the potential need for a mask if she was going to continue this pseudo hero shit when she spotted the robbers. Crouching around a corner, she got to work with her rewind in order to help anyone she could.]

[acclimatized]

[ john came to help of course. he would have when he recognised the voice on the network, but when the call mentioned waynetech labs, something clicked in john's mind. suddenly a well-dressed bloke managing to effortlessly take down a group of super-powered teenagers made a lot more sense.

who wouldn't want to help batman?

john targets a lanky burglar wearing a homemade luchador mask with dodgy lightning bolts running down his cheeks and wielding a baseball bat. he shouts out a warning, pointing his gun, before the man in question seemingly zips out of existence and materialises behind john again, raising the bat to strike the shorter man with a ragged breath. ]

[timecapture]

[She recognized the man holding a gun. Sure, she hasn't seen (or spoken to) him in forever, but that doesn't mean she doesn't remember him. She sees the man behind him teleport and bring the bat down...

Oh, hell no. Max rewinds, shouting a warning as history is about to repeat itself.]

John, look out!

Leonard Snart? | Closed to Batman

[restingstitchface]

[Crane has never sympathised in his tastes for thieves; they hide from danger and skulk about in a manner that's cowardly and despairing. When he walks in the darkness it's because he's used to it. It's him being smart. But people like Leonard use darkness because it doesn't have an effect upon them personally. They are oafs; incapable of recognising it as anything more than a dark alley that provides cover for crime. They don't see it like he does.

But he's waited patiently for the right time. On the backs of others he pushes into the facility; taking advantage of the created chaos to do a little pilfering. Bits and pieces of technology. Little things real crooks sell on the market. The street light shines abysmally into the office from outside, and he is induced to turn his attention to the executive's desk.

He doesn't worry too much about the things that are there- or not. Leonard Snart is a deeply uncouth man, but he has been caught before. It'll happen again, if Bruce Wayne's call is anything to go by. He folds his arms and taps his foot with the expectance of being visited by somebody.]

[the_caped_crusader]

[From the monitor he can see "Leonard," and looks back to Motoko to consider his options. There are some sensitive materials in his personal office, and though he's nearly certain that they won't be discovered, he's not comfortable taking the chance.

He yells at his technicians not to let anybody into the room except for him and moves down the hall, away from the commotion towards the front, and back towards his office.

The door swings open.]

Whatever it is you're doing here, you should reconsider.

[restingstitchface]

[Bruce Wayne. He curls his lip in a smile; he was gaming for the other knight of Gotham. Of course, with his luck, he's caught the rich boy. Or maybe that's the plan - but that depends on Batman being here, and he's been missing for months. Not that he's particularily bothered. The Batman is just a man in a suit preying on superstition - and that's a game he plays better.

He shrugs and eyeballs the office like he's considering where to put his throne. That need to dominate and be smarter and to play the game better than anyone else. And, well, he really just hates Bruce Wayne.]

It's almost cute, how self-important you're sounding now. But why don't you just turn around [he wriggles his fingers at the door] and wrap yourself up under the covers at home, rich boy?

[Wealth, power, respect. Yes, he hates Bruce Wayne.]

KEEP-AWAY WITH MOTOKO'S BRAIN - OTA

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

Jacob knows Motoko's been looking for a new body, so when he responds to the alert about a break-in at Wayne Enterprises and sees her deeply-uncanny new body lying like a lifeless mannequin on an equipment table, he's able to put two and two together without too much trouble.

The would-be thieves, however, do not know the full story. They just know there's valuable technology around for the stealing. And guess how valuable Motoko's disconnected brain casing looks right now?

Answer: Valuable enough that Jacob punches out a guy in a stereotypical black woolen cap who is reaching for it. As the burglar hits the floor, Jacob snatches the brain up and tucks it under his arm like a football as he runs, looking for a safe place. The Major is his friend, and he's not going to let her get sold on the black market by these jackasses.

[hypnotherapy]

As it turns out, Magicman has vested interest in not letting the Major get dismantled or sold, either. They've been through enough encounters that he's grown reasonably fond of her.

Another burglar goes for his gun. The gun, and the man's arm, meets an unfortunate fate as Magicman snaps out a length of material to twist the man's arm mercilessly in the wrong direction. He steps over him and lashes out with another whiplike cord of virus material at someone else trying to target Jacob.

"This is a little troublesome," he says dryly, as he moves closer to watch Jacob's back. "Do you know how many there are?"

help out granddad | ota!

[helpline]

[ Ota to help stop a robbery? Can do! The Doctor's in the neighborhood and bored out of his skull so why not! Granted, he's mostly in the neighborhood to see what this potential billionaire industrialist is doing after the last billionaire industrialist disappointed him entirely (up yours, Tony!)

So it's less of "stopping the robbery" and more of "poke around Bruce's workspace to see what he can find." That doesn't mean he won't stop robbers, though! When someone shows up to try and shoot at him or try to shove fire at him, the Doctor expertly dodges the fire-breathing and attempts to expertly disarm one with a well-placed karate chop.

Key word here is attempts. Some aspects don't work so well. ]

A little bit of help, please!

[the_caped_crusader]

[Bruce looks a mix of confused and annoyed-- he'd asked for help, not to help. He takes one out easily with a well=placed cross.]

Something I can do for you? [He asks with restrained exasperation.]

late support incoming | OTA

[scrap_metal]

[ Distress call location? De Chima. Far away, but hopefully manageable.

He's a little late, but that means he runs right into next wave of the assaulting gang, or whoever they are. Before they begin that assault, that is. He's not one to hide and go for stealth, so he attacks them head-on with fists and kicks. ]

Humans. All of them.

[ He scans them quickly, to make sure. But yes, normal humans with weapons, some with abilities, but no monsters. That's a bit disappointing, it means he'll have to hold back. Lower the blasters output and such.

Now that they turn attention to him, the question is. Brute-force through them and get into the facility, or fight them outside? ]

why is he like this | open

[heckblazer]

[ Chaos could be a good thing, if you could keep your wits about you. Which wasn't hard to do, when the ones presently causing the chaos were a gaggle of bloody gits drunk on their own, shiny new superpowers.

'Looting' is such an ugly word, but John can't resist strolling by and browsing the goods. He doesn't immediately stand out, meandering in while the other loonies in homemade masks and capes go about their ruckus. But you might notice him, hands in the pockets of his trenchcoat and a gentle whistle coming from his lips, barely heard amongst the shouts, machinery being smashed and the odd gunfire. In an inconspicuous corner of the warehouse, there is a shelf of small, expensive and alien-looking pieces of tech. John might be looking at it like it's a display in a sweets shop. ]

[the_caped_crusader]

[What, like a handful of amateurs is going to keep Bruce Wayne from noticing John Constantine meandering through his lab with sticky fingers?

Well, don't mind him, John, but do maybe mind the thug he throws over his shoulder and right into John. Two birds with one stone, right? Bruce may be smirking a little bit.]

[carrieskryptonite]

[A little personal casual scoping out of well known competition is one thing, but there's no way Lex is planning on stealing anything. Bad business practices aside, it would also immediately sabotage any potential partnerships between the companies in the future, personal disagreements aside.

The whistling did catch his attention, which is the only reason he's come this far away from where most of the fighting and looting is going on.]

What a surprise.

[He sounds almost bored, despite holding a large gun in his hands and wearing a suit.]

Lex Luthor | OTA /shows up late with no Starbucks

[carrieskryptonite]

[Lex can be a magnanimous person when need be. Or when it would open opportunities. Like seeing the inside of Bruce's own labs, when his own are not too far away.

So it's a relatively short period of time until Lex shows up and enters through the main doors- shooting one of the would-be thieves in the back with a laser gun as he does.]

Really, you think there'd be proper security.

[He nudges the now fallen man with the side of his shoe. Unconscious, but breathing.]

[Open to everybody] Motoko awakens

[the_caped_crusader]

[Everybody that had come to help him was busy fending off the facility's attackers, but were outnumbered and facing a standstill. At that moment, the transfer hit 100% and Bruce rushed to Motoko's side, disconnecting the large cable from the back of her neck. He slapped at her cheek a little bit and leaned in to her.]

The situation has changed a bit, Motoko. The test we have lined up for you is a little more practical than we intended. Maybe you can give us a hand?

[prostheticbody]

[Her eyes fly open, glaring at the carnage around her. Guess there was no time to get used to the new body and sort out any kinks in the control software. She shoves Bruce to the side as one of the thugs moves in to try to pistol whip him.]

Gladly.

[With a kick, she sends the assailant flying across the room. Well, her legs seem to be working properly.]

[the_caped_crusader]

Equilibrium seems to be working well! Legs, too.

[He swings a piece of rebar at another one coming up behind her.]

Spacial awareness could use a little work. How about those fists?

[He says, as another pair rush into the room.]

[darkpants_warmfeeling]

[Jacob arrives at the transfer lab a couple minutes after the Major is up and running. He enters in a hurry, concerned that the intruders might find her vulnerable while she's just getting used to the new body. That concern disappears when Jacob almost trips over a couple of the robbers Motoko has knocked out.

He looks down at them and shrugs, then kneels to start handcuffing them.]

Looks like the new body is working out pretty well so far.

[prostheticbody]

[She's mopping up the rest of the thugs, who seem torn between outright retreat and putting up one last stand in the pursuit of getting at least something out of the failed raid. Still, even the powered ones don't stand a chance against a reinforced cyborg body.]

It's still got a few kinks to work out, but it's turned out better than I expected.

[She sends another would-be attacker crashing through a table and into unconsciousness.]

I hear you helped keep me out of their hands. If we keep meeting like this, my pride's going to take a hit.