Destruction Order [Shortly before "Where The Signs Lead"]

[believesinhumanity]

[Rock is talking to Dr. Light by video phone right now. He is very upset and it should be pretty obvious to anyone who might over hear why this is.]

Decommissioned?! But, Cut Man and the others don't deserve that! Dr. Wily was controlling them!

[Dr. Light looks sad, and really tired.] I know that, but there aren't any laws in place for robots in situations like this. The reality is, any robot who proves to be a threat to humans has to be destroyed. I tried to fight it, but there isn't anything I can do for them Rock. They're going to be destroyed later today.

[Rock clenches a fist.] Today? I won't even get to say good bye to them...

[Roll can be seen behind Dr. Light in the video feed, also looking pretty upset by all this.] Rock...

[And then suddenly Rock turns and starts to leave.] I can't accept this. I've got to do something!

Rock, wait!

[Yeah, someone might want to stop him, or at least try, though you're not likely to really succeed for long.]

((I know I'm jumping the gun a bit since the mission hasn't been officially scheduled, but I decided to post this before I forgot or something.))

Stupid doomba master

[star_of_sad]

Worst enemy mankind has ever known? Do you realize what you're saying? Don't you know what horrible people Earth used to have around in history? Some are still here even nowadays...

[Setsuko slouches in front of her comfort dessert, barely avoiding splatting into it.]

Leos... you have no idea what you're doing. Your plan is stupid and makes no sense.

And... and we will show you exactly how wrong you are.

Gunshow

[totallyhonest]

Grace is standing on the backyard of one of the base, with a row of empty cans a few meters in front of her. She's been drawing, twirling her revolver, then sheathing it back, again and again, for a few minutes already.

Then at one point, after drawing and twirling her gun, instead of sheathing it back she fires at the cans. For every gunpowder explosion, a can always falls down.

She considers this for a while, taking a few deep breaths before doing it all over again.

She concentrates, and after drawing her gun she shoots. Moving with a blur, this time for every gunpowder explosion heard, two or three cans fall down.

She sheathes her gun then put her hand on her chin as she analyzes the wanton destruction of can-kind in front of her.

"...need more work."