Putting out the call

[Skeletor]

Skeletor stepped in, the bribed stormtroopers moving on with only the slightest grumbling. Before him sat a decrepit-looking robot, its faceplate grimed where an oil leak had not been cleaned. Skeletor looked at him with disdain.

“I doubt that you have anything to teach me of power, Trash can.” He stated simply, arms crossed confidently in front of himself.

The Robot’s internal mechanisms whirred with a painfully audible noise as it slowly responded. “Not me…. I am to send…. you to … Dr. Regal… he will…. Explan.” As he finished the statement the Robot’s noises grew significantly louder. it looked down as a roll of paper began inching out of a slot built into its chest. Once the paper stopped, and the sound retreated, the robot tore the paper, extending it to Skeletor. Printed on the sheet was an address. So this was finally who he was really supposed to be meeting.

“One question, Bot. Why do you work for the doctor?” Skeletor asked as he turned to leave.

The Robot gave a dry repeated chugging that may have been a laugh at some point. “Finder’s fee….. Regal wants..... primes. but..... doesn’t….. trust Soldiers….. Ark’s Squad is…. too nervous to ask…. questions.”

Skeletor nodded, and extended his Havoc Staff, “I am not a crate of Wine to be traded amongst hagglers!” he declared before blasting the already crippled Robot clear out of its seat. It did not immediately retaliate, and Skeletor did not care enough to find out if it was still operational.  Now it was time to see this Dr. Regal and get some answers.


The directions were clear enough, once Skeletor found the signs, and he entered the lab with an air of purpose. Finally, his quest for power was seeing progress! Another robot, this one clearly subservient, greeted him as he entered, and made inquiries about the nature of his visit. Skeletor ignored her stalking past with determination, he could already hear the voices of the ones that he was looking for. It was but a moment's work to find the room the other primes had been gathered in.

Skeletor strode into the room with a confident pace. The Master of Evil glanced around him, there were already several primes here it seemed. In one corner Stood a tall mechanical being, its movements too smooth for its seemingly bulky body. It watched as he entered, its optical scanner rotating slightly as it studied the illusory face he was currently hiding behind. The Bio-mech’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. A large armored warrior was sitting on a couch nearby, trying his best not to utterly crush the sagging furniture under his suit’s weight. He pulled out a cigar from somewhere on the suit and lit it, prompting the nearest other prime to stick out her tongue in disgust. Skeletor noticed it was the same girl that had abandoned their cause before they had set out to attack Darkshire. His grip on his Havoc staff tightened as he turned away.

There were three other figures in the room, A ragged homeless man sat at another of the couches, clutching his forearm. Skeletor more or less ignored, as he seemed little threat, of far more interest were the last two, in fact, the man talking to the other girl seemed the most likely of the group to be this Dr. Regal.

Skeletor began to approach, when the room began to shift, spinning away from under him, slowly. The Master of Evil grit his teeth. He would not show his weakness here, not in front of so many that would take the chance to slay him yet again. He had returned once by Omni’s curse, there was no promise he would do so again. Forcing himself through the Resurrection Sickness, Skeletor approached Madotsuki and Dr. Regal.

“What is that thing?” he demanded, pointing to the small chip the girl was holding, “And is it the source of this power I was told about?”