Mechamorphasis: New Toys
Chapter 1 Second Chance
(In an old warehouse, somewhere in town) Pron nervously looked at his laptop computer. He was about to have a short talk with the new leader of the Chaos Corporation. Turning on the computer he wondered if his job was on the line. He looked at his E-mail inbox and found an unopened message. It read: "Hello Pron."
Pron typed a message: "Is everything fine sir?" he mailed it. The reply was quick "No.. It is not." "Why sir?" "You have failed me for the last time Pron; I think it's time you picked up your last paycheck." "Please don't sir! I have a reason for losing that robattle! The Cyandog I was fighting transfor..." "Not another word Pron." Another E-mail interrupted. "Pron you seem a tinge demented so I'll give you a second chance. Enclosed is the address of a Chaos Corporation research facility I want you to help out." Pron opened the file and was confused at what he saw. "Sir, this facility is only 10 blocks from the Select Corps' base!" he typed. "I'm well aware of that, enclosed to this message are the designs of what you're going to be working on. Jest out." Was the last E-mail Pron received.
He opened the file and found the plans. He grinned at them. This would be worth his time after all.
Chapter 1 Second Chance
(In an old warehouse, somewhere in town) Pron nervously looked at his laptop computer. He was about to have a short talk with the new leader of the Chaos Corporation. Turning on the computer he wondered if his job was on the line. He looked at his E-mail inbox and found an unopened message. It read: "Hello Pron."
Pron typed a message: "Is everything fine sir?" he mailed it. The reply was quick "No.. It is not." "Why sir?" "You have failed me for the last time Pron; I think it's time you picked up your last paycheck." "Please don't sir! I have a reason for losing that robattle! The Cyandog I was fighting transfor..." "Not another word Pron." Another E-mail interrupted. "Pron you seem a tinge demented so I'll give you a second chance. Enclosed is the address of a Chaos Corporation research facility I want you to help out." Pron opened the file and was confused at what he saw. "Sir, this facility is only 10 blocks from the Select Corps' base!" he typed. "I'm well aware of that, enclosed to this message are the designs of what you're going to be working on. Jest out." Was the last E-mail Pron received.
He opened the file and found the plans. He grinned at them. This would be worth his time after all.