Cowgirl Jack: Time Trust!

CJ runs up to the stranger and embraces him to much surprise to him and even more surpise to the rest of the JLR.

Fused: Whoa. Wait a sec. You know this guy?

Cowgirl Jack: Well yeah! He. . .He's in Vanguard. He and I and these other guys, well we. . .

Wednesday: Mmmhmmm?

Cowgirl Jack: Well we. . .we can trust him. Take my word for it. What are you doing here?!

The Time Trust: Well I just got done speaking with Britannica, and he's updated me on the entire situation.

Registered Member #552: Youve talked to Britannica?

The Time Trust: Well, a future Britannica. He got your messages at the headquarters. He's been searching the worlds over to find assistance for you. He's run into me, several times, in fact. I said I would help.

Spandex Monkey Man: Who exactly are you?

Wednesday: Who exactly are you?

Spandex Monkey Man: . . .I'm Spandex. . .Monkey. . .

The Time Trust: Well I'm TTT-34099853-HF-8837. TTT for short. I'm an artificial being with chronal abilities. It's allowed me to 'pop' here, to you, in a manner of speaking.

Fused: Sweet. You're a robot? We can get you to fight T-X for me.

The Time Trust: As if. . . and it's synthetic person. . . please.

Fused: Well since we seem to be in a chronal cluster time-fuck, your powers can come in pretty damn handy.

The Time Trust: Exactly. In fact right before I got here I detected and analyzed a violent space-time continuum shift. I'll tell you right now, you can expect another one of those in under an hour.

Cowgirl Jack: Then we have no time to lose. Spandex Monkey Man, show RM and Fused your gear. See if you techies can figure something out by putting your heads together. Ace, Wednesday, I'm going to give Time Trust this battle data. TTT can analyze it and you guys can whip up some battle strategies. Midnight, have you been able to wake Chessmaster yet?

Midnight Spectre 2.0: Still no luck.

The Chessmaster is stiff as a board diagonally propped up against the the corner of the Mobile Lair Unit. A bead of drool strings off of his lip and bungees up and down towards and away from his tie.

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Elsewhere. . .

An intense blinding light begins to emit from the barrel tip of the solar gun. And at that moment From the smoke the shoulder of a giant beetle-like creature rises and bumps into the solar cannon. It is knocked away from its set aim to the table and fires its blast onto the Terminatrix's arm severing it at the elbow joint. A computer analysis reading is run though the T-X's internal CPU and visual display.

Main weapons system rendered inactive. Operative status at 80% Subject: Wolfman 100% operational. Subject: Unknown 100% operational. Body mass analysis. Structural data complete. Subjects T-X/Wolfman chance of success: 60%

The Umber Hulk steps forward out of the smoke. It places a huge crab-like claw on the table Centurian once laid and in one motion underhandedly tosses it behind him as the bolts and welding of the chair rip off the metallic floor. It leaps toward the T-X to bite her mid section and clamps down on her then raises her up sideways in its powerful mandibles. Liquid metal flows to where her arm once was and sharpens into a spike. It rattles her within his jaws and she pierces into its shoulder. The Wolfman leaps onto its back and starts gnawing into its neck. T-X twists and turns her blade into the Umber Hulk's shoulder. It releases her from its mighty jaws then leaps into the air with the Wolfman still attached to its neck. With the Wolfman, it burrows down into the floor making short work of the metal panels that cover the dirt and rock below. As T-X inspects the aperture made by the creature the Umber Hulk explodes out from the ground launching T-X into the air who then smashes into the ceiling then crashes back onto the floor. The Umber Hulk pulls off an unconscious Wolfman thats still attached to its neck and slings it to the side. The T-X opens her eyes.


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Registered Member #552: That should do it!

Fused: Thanks!

Registered Member #552: Yeah your arms should be fully operational now. I've even installed some bells and whistles. You can access just about any computer with this hyper terminal here...and here. You can also play dvd's and ps2 games.

2 wires snake out of Fused's arm and plug themselves in Spandex Monkey Man's On-board computer system. The Time Trust places his finger into another terminal on the control panel.

Fused: Nice. Hack the planet. If this is the kind of gear we have access on the road, I can't wait to see your dope set up at the Headquarters.

Cowgirl Jack: At the Farmhouse of Justice?

Fused: The what?

Wednesday: Don't ask.

Fused: Well you didn't come to Big City at full strength. Do you have any reserves there?

Cowgirl Jack: Well La Machine's on vacation and Brit was on his honeymoon. And well. . .there's the ASK Force.

Fused: A Task force?

Cowgirl Jack:No. . .an ASK Force.

Fused: WTF's an ASK Force?

Wednesday: You don't wanna know. . .

Wednesday sits in his chair going through video clips of the first encounter with the CSF. He watches a clip of Ace getting strangled, and another of Cowgirl Jack geting strangled. He forward and backwardly scans through the video and stops on RM getting kidnapped, then to a part where they find Centurian is kidnapped. He watches Midnight Spectre get poisoned, Hybrid land on a car, and Fused land into a dumpster. He scans to when he sees him self get blown up by 4 grenades, then when his head is beaten in by Vegi-La and finally watches himself lose consciousness after getting his ribcage crushed.

Wednesday: Ceej?

Cowgirl Jack: Yeah?

Wednesday: After extensive analysis of the battle video, I've ascertained some integral information about how the JLR has been dealing with the CSF.

Cowgirl Jack: And?

Wednesday: We suck.

Cowgirl Jack:

Spandex Monkey Man: Geez, I'm starvin over here. Wheres that taco pizza!

Wednesday: Screw your pizza. Give me back my steel skin.

Spandex Monkey Man: Or what?

Wednesday: I'll pull seniority. Or, you can be the star of my next 5:00 am JLR rant post.

Spandex Monkey Man: Yikes.

Wednesday's skin metals up in fine Colossus stlye.

The Time Trust: Ok I think I have something. I'm running all the names of the JLR and CSF though the entire Big City database. Phones, internet, bank transactions. The works.

Fused: I'm right behind ya.

The Time Trust: Ok you guys have way too many online Adult Verification passwords.

JLR minus CJ: *uhhh...*

The Time Trust: This is interesting. I'm getting several calls to Domino Hut from the Hot Pocket factory, under multiple names, but from the same line.

Fused: I'm at the factory. Reading geo-therms. There's some mad seismic activity going on there.

Cowgirl Jack: The Hot Pocket factory. Let's check it out.

The Time Trust: Hold on. You should know these names. Francisco Scaramanga. . . and John Broker.

Ace: Wait, that name. . . Isnt that. . .

The MLU door opens.

Transneapolitan: John Broker? Yeah. That's me.