--[x][Martial] Copyright Collection (Norm Prime) (76% w/ XP)
DC 70 (Reduced by XP)
20+20+38+3-2=79
Bare Success
Cap'n Laser considered himself a simple man. He had a gimmick and he stuck to it. Unlike some supervillains who were looking to put their names in the national headlines, he would've been perfectly content to keep holding up office buildings.
With an office building.
When he received an offer for one thousand pounds of gold in return for burgling ENCOM atop his flying pirate building, he thought his dream had come true. The building wasn't expecting an outright assault; the plans he had been given were so accurate that all it took was a few minutes of work with his laser cutlass to retrieve the blueprints and run. With that he retired to a small Canadian Island to bury his ill gotten wealth, and possibly make a poorly-dramatized documentary about people searching for it.
Unfortunately, he had made one fatal error. While finalizing his deal, he had the poor sense to explain his vacation plans to a fellow supervillain. That was why now, he was-
"Hello!" Norm the robot man declared, once again flying up to the massive flying monolith's glass facade. "Will you please tell us where to get the Digitizer Data?"
"Yar! Begone ye mechanical menace!" the rather unimaginatively-named villain replied. The diminutive pirate wore an eyepatch and tricorn, but his peg leg was solidified hard light and his shoulder parrot shot laser beams. "I told ye, I gave ye all I had!"
"You promised a fully functional mystery box, Mr. Pirate!" Norm declared. "My father is: Very Angry! With you!"
"Carrrveat emptor, ye scrap heap! Now shove off before I-"
Captain Laser was cut off as a hail of gunfire shattered his window.
"When Father is cross, I utilize Weaponry!"
"Man the cannons!" Laser cried to his video-tronic pirate crew. "Blow him outta tha sky!"
"Your outdated equipment has little chance of penetrating my-"
Norm himself was cut off as a burst of light slammed into him and carried him off towards the ground.
"Heh heh." Laser chuckled. "An' they said laser cannonballs were a 'logical impossibility'. Feh. Hoist anchor lads!" The pirate dusted his hands. There was one problem he'd not have to deal with again soon.
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"Greetings!" declared Norm the robot man.
"Wh- what are ye doin' back here?!"
"I am easy to assemble!" Norm replied. "Now kindly hand over the information I requested. Your product did not function as advertised!"
"Oooh, sorry, I be afraid the fact'ry warranty be void."
"I will destroy your shipscraper if you do not comply!" Norm replied cheerily.
Captain Laser spun the wheel of the ship and prepared for ramming speed.
"No, I think it will be destroying you! Arharharharhar! Also it be a Pirate Building, not a…" Laser pondered as the ship trod Norm underkeel. "Hmm. Shipscraper. Lemme write that down…"
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"Hello again!"
Cap'n Laser sighed. Five times, five times Norm had shown up, and five times Laser had dismembered him and sent him back from whence he came. Normally he wouldn't have bothered with such niceties, if it weren't for the bot's creator.
Heinz Doofenshmirtz had acquired something of a reputation in the supervillain community as one of the pettiest men alive. That was saying something, considering how there were villains out there who had sworn bloody vengeance on professional golf as a concept. But Doofenshmirtz took things to a whole new level. His ongoing and one-sided social media 'feud' with social media magnate Mark Beaks had ended in the man's corporate headquarters being burnt to the ground, and it didn't take a genius to connect the dots. When it came to the question of starting up a feud with a madman or paying a couple hundred dollars in shipping, he'd take the latter option every time.
"BEGONE, YE BESLUBBERING CANKERBLOSSOM! FOR TH' LAST TIME, I AIN'T GOT YER DIGITIZER CODES!"
"I am sorry, but that's just unacceptable! Father wants those digitizer codes!"
In a sudden flash of inspiration, an idea came to the Captain's mind. The mechanical menace looked as dumb as he was persistent. What if… he referred the robot to his employer instead?
"Errr, that be a problem because th' codes were burgled from me! Lumines all up an' gone, I tell ye. Alack, t'were a dastardly sort o' cur that did it, all…" He realized he had never actually seen the man that had made him the offer. "Tall, an' imposin'-like. In fact, I can tell ye everythin' I know about th' man, and in return, ye leave me be. It'll just ah, take a bit for me to send it on to you. Savvy?"
Norm took longer than usual to parse this information. "Okay!" he responded cheerfully.
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"So ah, I told him it was stolen. I can jes' go ahead an' make somethin' up, but I'm worried when the lead runs dry he'll come back to m-"
"Tell him I did it." the figure on the other end of the call replied.
"Yarrrr… what?"
"Well not me, obviously." The figure replied with a tone of arch bemusement. "One of my subsidiaries. Perhaps Solanaceae. Yes, that should do. They were hardly turning a profit anyway. Hmm." The figure raised a finger to its shadowed chin. "Next time, I should consider whether or not a clever name is marketable."
"You want me to send him after you?"
"Why do you think I allowed you to pawn those codes off in the first place?"
There was a pause.
"Er… why?"
The figure sighed. "Nevermind, it would take far too long. Just give the man the name. This all works out quite well, I was planning on some ventures in the area in any case. I'm glad someone's finally come knocking."
"Actually it wasn't a man."
"...What?" The figure asked, sounding slightly off-balance for the first time in the conversation.
"Well, technically, it was a giant robot man."
"...get on with it." The voice said after a moment. "If you'll excuse me, I need to see my butler about a trip."
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Laser Pirate has informed you that the codes for the digitizer, Project Lumines, were acquired by a comestibles firm named Emerald Solanaceae! He gave you an address somewhere in Cleveland, former home of industry. You are fairly certain they have it, though some of the things Norm said make you feel a bit questionable about all this for some reason. You may now Write-In your approach toward proceeding!