ic It's Gonna Be The Future Soon (IC)

[Avenger Assembled]

Sharl winced, apologetically pulling back. Raised in a reserved society, sometimes he overcompensated way too much around humans. "Sorry," he muttered to his roomie before saying to the others quickly. "Well, uh, there's a robot tour guide for the alien zoo you guys would probably think is really cool. There have all kinds of animals you don't see anywhere else in their own little space pockets, like the original population of moon monkeys, a baby Martian sandworm that's still maturing, oh, and dinosaurs! I don't know if any of you like Earth saurians," he added, not having many feelings about them one way or another, "but he's got some kind of temporal pocket in there so there's this little piece of the Jurassic. There's a T-rex pack, a triceratops herd, some of those flying terror things..."

To help his demonstration, he popped up a holo of the zoo for the benefit of the others, the camera panning down a long metal corridor through which a vast array of exotic animals could be seen: a dozen or so blue-skinned Moon monkeys swinging around the limbs of a massive tree like a batwing growing from the soil, a huge red-bodied worm as big as a man curled up and snoring inside a transparent-walled room full of Martian soil, and finally the pride and joy, a view that could only be described as a room full of dinosaurs, as if a static camera had been dropped into a Jurassic jungle and left there to film, a large turtle waddling by the lens. It didn't look as if any of the animals were having a bad time; the 'zoo' looked more like a gateway to half-a-dozen authentic habitats than a place of cages. Evidently the Centurion had taken good care of his pets.

When the others were distracted by the awesome and exotic animals, and as Ms. Harcourt headed for the computer center, Sharl added to Koshiro, "Here, let me help you with our stuff..." When he was sure the others were all out of the way, he whispered, "

You wanna see living quarters?

"

[Gizmo]

It took Kimber several more beats than Sharl to pick up on the cause of Koshiro's distress, at which point her hands flew to her face to cover a deep cerulean blush of embarrassment. "Oh! Oh... marmalade. Sorry, Koshiro, I didn't..." Trailing off, she tapped the ends of her index fingers together pensively until abruptly and visibly struck by an idea. "Would it help if you stuck your arm through me?" she asked brightly, spreading her arms to leave her sundress unobscured. Almost as soon as she did, however, her hopeful expression sank a few shades. "...no, I guess probably not."

Sinking low enough to trail the toes of one sandal along the floor, she floated through the air to get a better look at the hologram Sharl had raised. As it moved from environment to environment, her eyes grew wider until she was practically vibrating with the glee of seeing real, live dinosaurs. Even so, she said nothing and shot a look back over her shoulder at the origami artist and his computer generated roommate, unsure if it would be rude to stop feeling bad so quickly.

[Fox]

"I have heard of your dinosaurs," Indira mused, sounding appreciative as she watched the holographic mini-tour come to an end. She spared a glance at Sharl and Koshrio when Kimber did, but didn't comment - whatever they were discussing apparently wasn't her business, and it wasn't her place to pry. "I do not mean these ones, of course, but I have read stories about them. They sound wonderful."

"I do not suppose they would allow us inside the creatures' rooms?" she asked to nobody in particular. "....no, I suppose not. That is a shame - still, it would be very interesting to see them, even through a window."

[KnightDisciple]

Somewhere between the words "dinosaurs" and "T-rex pack" and the hologram popping up, Corbin was a half-second away from jumping up and down in excitement. Were it not for his size, he'd have looked like a 10-year-old boy hopped up on candy. He dashed over to the display, leaving a comical after-image of wispy flame as he literally flew over to the display. He was right beside Kimber, anxiously bouncing on the balls of his feet. Without looking over his shoulder, he called out to Sharl.

"When do we start? I mean, forget everything else, there's dinosaurs! Can we pet them! I wanna pet a triceratops!"

A grin lit his face as he glanced at the cluster of prehistoric apex predators.

"I wanna wrestle a Tyrannosaurus Rex!"

The tone in Corbin's voice made it clear any thoughts of whether such a thing was "permitted" or "wise" had not entered his mind. There were dinosaurs to be wrestled, and by gosh he was going to do it!

"Oh, Indira! I bet you could totally outrun a Utahraptor! And wrestle it! Not that I don't think you couldn't take a T-Rex, but they're kinda big, and I missed your strength trial and you can help if you want ohgoshdinoswhyaren'tweINTHEREYET!"

[Electra]

Most of Koshiro's annoyance slipped away when he caught sight of the exhibits in the "zoo," which was sort of a lame name for what was basically any little kid's fantasyland. It was funny to see big hardass Corbin looking like a little kid himself, and though Koshiro didn't think it was probably a good idea to wrestle one, he agreed it would be cool to get a closer look. The murmur from his roommate distracted him from that thought. "You mean like where the Centurion actually lived and slept and stuff?" he murmured back. "Hell yes."

He shot a half-guilty look at the others. "You think Indira would want to get a look too?" She'd come with them on their first excursion, that sort of made her part of the club. The others probably wouldn't be interested, at least not for the same reasons that he was. Koshiro knew the Centurion was a huge hero and by all accounts an amazing guy, but it was what people didn't see, the mundane details, that fascinated him. What would be left after all this time?

[Avenger Assembled]

"His room, rooms for guests, his personal library and diary..." Sharl nodded. "They took all the classified material to Freedom Hall, but the personal effects that couldn't hurt anything are still there. I'll check with Wraith," he added, "Wait behind the Centurion statue, I'll be back in a minute."

Sharl hadn't meant to undersell the 'robot tour guide' that was part of the visit to the zoo, but he had a strange relationship with advanced machinery. (Which was probably why he and Protectron hadn't seen much of each other, even though the Lab's robot was friendly enough when he and Sharl socialized in the past). Androids that could reasonably pass for a sentient humanoid were easy enough to build in his own society, though Tronik's straitened circumstances meant the relevant quantum circuitry was only rarely used for synthezoids. No one thought of a synthezoid with a humanoid face as having anything to do with that particular humanoid; they were simply artfully-shaped machines that had a particular shell around them. (How that related to his own sentience was a thought he tried not to engage with in any meaningful way)

As the teens approached the gateway to the zoo, a good-sized arch engraved in Latin "alienum dolor sit" set in the far wall, what looked for all the world like a man stepped out of the arch to greet them. He'd been handsome once, and square-jawed, with the solid build of a man who'd once been an athlete, but between his thick old-fashioned glasses, blonde hair turned to grey, and slouching posture, he didn't make a very strong impression. "Ah, uh, hello," he said awkwardly. "I-I-I-m Dr. Mark Leeds, I'm one of the robots on staff here at the-the-the Sanctum." He smiled at the sight of the young people, and his demeanor seemed to change. "I understand you kids would like to see some dinosaurs!" Animatedly he took them back through the arch, down a hallway where through door after door the kids could see the alien animals on display. "The aliens are mostly popular with older students," the Leeds robot said cheerfully, indicating the various gateways marked with their planet of origin and a short biological data entry, "but everyone wants to see the dinosaurs. They're all from the Centurion's trip back to 100 Million BC, when he was trying to stop Set from gathering an army of magical tyrannosauri for a very sinister purpose..."

While everyone was distracted by the very animated tour guide, who had just reached the secondary archway leading to the dinosaur colony, Citizen worked his way behind Wraith and whispered in Lor. ""

[Fox]

Wraith looked...awfully conflicted for a moment. She'd already been pretty interested in the zoo, but seeing Corbin nearly bouncing at the prospect of seeing these creatures had been fuel on the fire. She didn't have pupils - or any eye features, really - but even still she was visibly shifting her three-eyed glance between the zoo and where she was pretty sure she'd seen Koshiro go off to.

Ultimately, something had to win out. She shuffled a little, inclining her head. "" she replied, as politely as she could manage under the weight of her own impatience to see the creatures she'd spent the last few minutes hearing about. "

When she was at least mostly sure she hadn't terribly offended, she quietly backed away to catch up with the others in the tour.

[Gizmo]

Kimber followed closely behind the guide, floating almost horizontally in the air just a little higher than eye level. Enthralled though she found the dinosaurs themselves, she was, using fairly liberal definitions of the terms, a people person at heart, and she seemed most immediately interested in the animatronic professor himself. "Is your voice okay, Dr. Leeds?" she asked, head tilting slightly with concern, recalling the reason they had the Sanctum more or less to themselves. "Don't you need to get repaired with all the other robots?" Struck by an appalling thought before the android had a chance to respond, she circled around in front of him, gliding backwards as the group continued forward. "They're not being mean to you just 'cause they get to look like the Centurion and you don't, are they? 'Cause I'd give them a real talking to if they were!" The translucent blue phantom tapped one fist into and open palm for emphasis, her mouth set with seriousness.

[Avenger Assembled]

Sharl wasn't too surprised; the giant saurians in the zoo were quite impressive, and he'd seen enough of Wraith in action to know Indira had always been a creature of the wild first. "" Without rancor, he turned and flew back to rejoin Koshiro in the little nook behind the big statue, shrugging slightly upon his landing. "The saurians won," he commented dryly as he pressed a few buttons on the wall, the 'service door' sliding open to reveal another corridor, this one lined with incongruous paneled wood like something out of a high-class college. "Here, it's all through here..." He led the way as the doors closed behind them, revealing a lush corridor with thick shag carpets now out of fashion and a blue and gold color scheme to the paintings on the walls that matched the Centurion's color scheme. "The rooms are living quarters, library, kitchen area..." Peering inside, from the busts on the walls to the half-visible covers of books, revealed the Centurion to have evidently favored archeological texts. "Just be careful where you step," Sharl cautioned as they peered into the library, "we don't need the Centuritrons coming here."

The library was well-maintained, with no particular accumulations of dust; the ability of the custodians hereabouts to fly meaning even the carpet was spotless. Prominent in the room was a black-lined painting of a grey-haired woman approaching her senior years in a gardening outfit suitable to the late 1980s, smiling at the artist as she knelt at work before a flower bed, trowel and gloves to hand, with the simple word "Laurie" on a gold-engraved plate. Beneath that painting sat a large, overstuffed leather-and-brass appointed easy chair, a large volume of Horace sitting next to it, bookmark still in place.

-

"No-no," said Dr. Leeds with a reassuring wink for Kimber, all paternal reassurance for a young heroine's concern. "The real Mark Leeds stammered all his life," he explained easily, for Kimber's benefit and the benefit of the other students. "It seemed disloyal to change my sp-speech patterns once he was g-gone." When they reached the gateway to the dinosaurs, he pressed a few buttons and ushered them inside what looked for all the world like a gateway to another time: the dinosaur vault was huge, with a blue sky overhead and a warm against their skin as the sound of long-gone animals filled their ears.

With a finger to his lips and twinkle in his eye, the incongruously tweed-jacketed professor pointed outside the copse of evergreens where they stood, where three dinosaurs instantly recognizable as stegosaurus were drinking from a small creek, each one occasionally raising their heads as they kept an eye out for predators. There were no other visible large animals, but between the insects in the trees, scuttling mammals at their feet, and the sound of movement elsewhere in the woods, they were definitely not alone among the dinosaurs.

[KnightDisciple]

When Corbin saw who their guide was to be, his grin got even bigger. Something the others were sure shouldn't be possible for the non-shapeshifter. He all but ran over to the robot and started to offer him a hand, then awkwardly retracted it, then offered, then retracted again.

"Oh my goodness! Dr. Mark Leeds! THE Dr. Mark Leeds! You wrote some of the most definitive works on Classical Greece! Your insight into the Thirty Tyrants was incredible! Your account of the formation of the Delian League was so realistic, like you'd been there! And your treatise on the Archidamian War broke new ground! It's...honor doesn't even cover it, sir! Robot or no, this is just incredible! That you would be the one to show me dinosaurs...It's like so many best things put together!"

He took a few moments to breath as he just stood there, hoping one of his classical heroes would shake his hand.

"Plus, alien animals are cool, but dinos are cooler! I mean, aliens like Indira are cooler than dinos, you're awesome Indira! But...well, dinosaurs! I never thought I'd get a chance! Or if I did, it'd be like Jurassic Park, which was sort of cool, but also sorta scary, and wouldn't really be a lot of fun. This seems like the best of both worlds! Or something like that."

He lapsed into attentive silence as the android explained his stutter, and then led them on a tour. He managed to restrain his glee when they saw real, living stegosaurus a few dozen feet away.

He had so many questions in that moment, but he was afraid to spook the magnificent creatures, so he settled for gazing in awe at them.

[April]

There is very little that escapes Sage's notice; she unobtrusively watched Sharl and Koshiro slip away from the rest of the group before turning her full attention back to the tour. She considered, for a very brief moment, mentioning something but decided against it--if she could slip away she would, but there was nowhere to go.

The dinosaurs are fascinating though, she thought as she stepped through the portal. Eve couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Corbin's rather exuberant behavior. "The premise of Jurassic Park was interesting," Eve quietly commented, wrinkling her nose somewhat, "but the science was.. inaccurate."

"This is much better than that film."

[Electra]

"Wow," Koshiro murmured, all feigned indifference and cynicism gone for the moment. "The Centurion's living room." He walked carefully and touched little as he walked around the library. He stopped in front of the fireplace and looked up at the painting. "I wonder if that was his mom," he mused aloud. "Nobody ever knew where the Centurion came from, he could've had just normal parents like anybody." Sitting in the chair seemed rude somehow, and Koshiro spent enough time in old places not even to question that sense of respect. He stood next to the chair instead, carefully lifting up the book and opening it to the marked page, where the English translation ran side by side with the Latin. Koshiro's lips moved as he read the first few lines, then he began reading aloud in a meditative tone.

"The fleeting years are slipping by, and devotion will not delay wrinkles, the onslaught of old age, and unconquered death,

not even, friend, if you try each day to please dry-eyed Pluto with three hundred bulls.

He keeps Geryon and Tityos in check behind the gloomy stream,

which must be crossed in very truth by all of us who feed on the bounty of the earth,

whether we are kings or penniless sharecroppers.

In vain will we flee bloody Mars, and the broken waves of the hoarse Adriatic sea,

in vain each autumn will we avoid the south wind which harms bodies..."

He stopped, looking over at Sharl. "That's heavy," he said after a moment of quiet. "I wonder if he was reading this before he went to face Omega. I wonder if he knew he wasn't going to come back."

[Fox]

Indira's eyes were wide, involuntarily hunching a little and watching the stegosauruses with the same rapt, laser-like attention that a cat gives a mouse. A big mouse. A big, armored, spike-bearing mouse....

Her head moved - slowly, minimally, like she was afraid of disturbing their surroundings - to glance at the others and see their reactions before turning back to watch the animals. "They would be glorious prey," she whispered, reverently. "It is a shame they are under protection."

[Avenger Assembled]

Suddenly, a distant scream, followed by a loud crack tore through the peace of the Centurion's library and the dinosaur sanctuary both, an agonized cry that could only have come from their missing escort, Ms. Stephanie Harcourt. In the library, Sharl's eyes widened and he leapt to his feet so fast that the book of Latin poetry he'd been idly perusing fell right through his hand. "That's Ms. Harcourt...from the computer room! Follow me!" He turned and dived into the nearby wall, instantly merging with the familiar circuits of the Sanctum as he raced pell-mell for the big computer control center. Distracted as he was, he just remembered to leave a trail for Koshiro, first flickering lights inside the private quarters and then a red LED arrow in the walls of the more advanced parts of the Sanctum, guiding Koshiro towards Sharl's destination.

Inside the dinosaur sanctuary, Dr. Mark Leeds was equally alarmed, though perhaps a trifle less inclined to panic. With a smooth adult authority, he said quickly, "Out this way, children," all trace of his stutter gone in the android's voice as he guided them out of the dinosaur exhibit and back into action. With Leeds' guidance and with the flashing lights and arrows left behind by Sharl on the monitors and walls as he went, it didn't take the heroes long at all to find the computer room and their missing teacher.

The central computer hub of the Sanctum was normally a monument to architectural and scientific genius, with columns of Arctic-ice-cooled picocircuits rising high overhead in delicate Romanesque arches towards the central pillar, as thick around as a leg of the Sentry statue and rising a good four stories in the air. None of them had any eyes for that right now, though, not with Ms. Harcourt tumbled in a heap against the wall like a broken doll. Her pretty face was broken and battered, her nose broken and eyes swelling shut, lips bleeding and torn, while on her neck even on her dark skin deep bruises on one side of her neck showed where someone had tried to grab her.

Her right arm, folded beneath her semi-conscious body, was broken very badly, an obvious compound fracture below the elbow showing where she'd taken the injury. An ashen-faced Sharl, who knew very little about first aid, was bent over the battered teacher as the others arrived, the sight of human blood having pulled him away from his momentary fears about the Sanctum's computer systems. "Someone needs to help her!" The moment someone took a step towards him, he moved to the computer terminal Ms. Harcourt had been working at, shoving his hand inside as he desperately hunted his way through the programming architecture for the last few minutes of time recorded on the internal security cameras.

[Gizmo]

Kimber flew right behind the Leeds robots, literally cutting a few corners by passing through the wall on one side to emerge on the other and only barely having the presence of mind to avoid phasing through the pillars of circuitry lest her supernatural nature interfere with them. Once she spotted Ms. Harcourt, she pulled up short and bobbed up and down in the air, both hands clasped over her mouth. "Oh no, oh no, oh no..." the poltergeist murmured entirely to herself, not knowing the first thing about treating injuries or inspecting computers. Not for the first time the team's most immaterial member felt like the proverbial dead weight.

[Avenger Assembled]

After a moment's tampering, his eyes wide, Sharl summoned up the recalcitrant images from the computer center's security systems. The images were clear and bright, the high technology in the room meaning that the security cameras were far higher-quality than similar footage would have been elsewhere.

A few minutes earlier, Ms. Harcourt sat working at the terminal across the room, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Suddenly, an arm erupted from the screen and grabbed the terrified teacher by the throat, smashing her face-first into the screen hard enough to break her nose and knock her senseless. She fell to the ground as a figure in black leather crawled her way out of the screen like something from a Japanese horror movie, the tall woman with spiky black hair instantly recognizable to Citizen, Cobalt Templar, and Sage.

Rogue bent down over Ms. Harcourt, studying her behind pitiless black sunglasses, before she suddenly smiled, reached down and took Harcourt's arm in her two hands. The crack was wet and audible before she stood up and turned back to the computer, diving back inside and vanishing from sight back into the system.

"She opened the system up..." he whispered to himself, "the security blocks are already coming up, but they're not designed to stop it if you're from inside the system itself! And then...oh God, she's in."

[KnightDisciple]

Corbin gave Indira a funny look at first, before a slow grin spread on his face.

"You know, it would be pretty crazy fun. Surely we could figure out-"

And then things went horribly wrong. Leeds ushered them from the "zoo", and they were soon in the hall. Before long, they were in the computer hub. When he saw their teacher's condition, he cursed in Arabic and flashed over to her side. When he saw the nature of her wounds, he stopped reaching to help her. He wanted to, but the severity of them made him hesitate.

"Just...just hang on, ma'am."

He turned to the others.

"Anyone have any first aid training? Or could one of the bunches of robots in this place maybe possibly help?"

The strain was clear, despite the false sense of calm in his voice. Corbin had rarely seen anyone injured so severely, and certainly not an authority figure. It was all so utterly pointless and brutal. Then Sharl played the video, and he frowned, his brow furrowing.

"Wait. So...she came up here to get back in? Why?"

He shook his head.

"Not important. What are we going to do? What can we do?"

[April]

Crouching down next to the brutally injured Ms. Harcourt, Eve looked over her with a critical eye. Unfortunately while she had accumulated a fair amount of medical knowledge, mostly through osmosis, the information she had pertained more to a lab setting then emergency care.

What she could do for the Claremont teacher was make her comfortable and safe to transport. Laying a gentle hand on the side of Ms. Harcourt's head, Eve slipped through the barriers that surrounded her mind and nudged the woman to be fully unconscious tying off the signals of pain flooding the system.

Wisps of red light leaked from Sage's eyes, while a similar glow surrounded her hands and a series of glowing red bands surrounded Rogue's victim, lifting her into the air; the bands serving to immobilize the injured woman and preventing further harm. "Show me the way to the medical facility," Sage told Leed's, her voice talking a hard commanding tone.

[Fox]

Wraith swayed a little bit, looking on with concern but feeling rather helpless at it all. There was nothing here to fight, nothing to hunt, no track to follow, no hidden things in the dark to see.... "I...I am sorry," she offered, hesitatingly. "I do not know - human biology isn't something that I have spent much time studying...."

She spared Ms. Harcourt another glance, a frown coming over her face. "We will find who did this, who invaded this place and did terrible things. They will wish they had not."

[Electra]

"Jesus," Koshiro muttered as he arrived in the control room, looking at the chaos unfolding around them. Even seeing Ms. Harcourt's injuries from a distance made him feel vaguely nauseous, and while he'd have forced himself to help if there'd been more he could do, or if no one else was around, he lost no time in heading over to where Sharl was working with the computer system. "Wait a minute, what?" he asked the sentient program. "Who's in? In where?" The security footage was creepy as hell, but did nothing to enlighten him. "Is there some other ghost here?"

[Avenger Assembled]

"Her name is Rogue. She's a cyber-terrorist and criminal," replied Sharl, his voice tight. "She was behind that near-crash with Flight 404 over the summer, and a lot of other things. She's one of the machine intelligences who works for Talos, Miss A thinks she usually targets hackers who have gotten too close to the Foundry. The first time I met her, she was helping this gang of Eurotrash supervillains rob a pediatric hospital." He pulled his hand out of the computer and looked at Koshiro, then the others. "She's the only other citizen of Tronik who made it to the outside and survived. And now she's back in the system, and she let other people in there with her."

"I've closed the door, but somebody has to go in there after them." Faced with this situation, Citizen didn't hesitate a moment. "Rogue has all the abilities I have. Which means in-system, she has all the powers I have. Tronik doesn't have other heroes; they barely have me half the time. I can't let her be alone in there, not for a second. There's no telling what she'd do, especially with a bunch of aliens in there. There are fifty million people in there who don't have anyone to save them." He thought of Leroj, but he could hardly ask the old man to fight his battles.

He crossed the floor to a nearby sliding door, which opened at his command: Tronik's sanctum at least looked secure, the half-dozen immersion suits Miss A and the League had installed still here, the hard drive that held the city, complete with recent additions, humming along as neatly as ever. "I can't ask any of you to come with me," the electronic teen said, looking at the others in turn. "There are at least half a dozen programs in there with powers; I don't know who they are or what they'll be able to do. This isn't your world. I'd be putting you all in mortal danger if you came with me."

[Gizmo]

"Then I should definitely go!" Kimber piped up immediately, her sundress reasserting itself as her cloaked costume as she floated forward, though her hood was down and her mask absent to show a determined expression. "Mortal dangers no big deal for me, after all! Been there, done that!" The phantom was clearly still shaken by seeing Harcourt's bloodied state but was putting on a cheerful front for the sake of Sharl's concern for his home. "I mean, um, if you can figure out a way to get me in there," she added, deflating just a touch as she regarded the hard drive. "Do... do we have to like shrink down really tiny, or...?"

[Avenger Assembled]

"With these," said Sharl, relaxing a little at the news he wouldn't be going in there alone again, indicating the immersion suits on the wall. There were a half-dozen of the high-tech devices, black full body suits with sensory helmets over the head, the stretchy polymer fabric laced throughout with sensors and circuits like golden filaments through the shiny black of the suit itself. "Immersion suits. You put these on, you'll have full sensory immersion in Tronik. You can sit in these chairs," he added, indicating the circle of seats around the Tronik hard drive, "and it'll be like you're in the city, moving and interacting with everything normally. It can even scan your powers, so they'll come through into the system too," he added for the benefit of the others. He hmmed. "As for you, Ghost Girl, maybe if you try interfacing with the electronics, it'll pull you through? Miss A designed these, so they can handle anything...even people who usually mess with electronics."

[Electra]

Koshiro hesitated for a moment, looking from the chairs to his much sturdier or at least less squishily human teammates, but it wasn't a very long moment. Sucking in a breath, he went to sit in a chair. "I don't know how much help I'm going to be," he admitted candidly, "but I'll go in there. I'm used to cities, anyway, maybe that'll help some." He wrapped his fingers around the arms of the chair, but otherwise tried to be cool about the whole thing. "Nobody better mess with my body while I'm gone, though. If I come back and anybody's written on my face..." He let the threat hang in the air.

[KnightDisciple]

"I promise I won't write Ancient Sumerian on your face while you're plugged into the Matrix. On my honor as a Boy Scout."

Corbin's expression was deadly serious as he gave Papercut his word. He then turned to Sharl, giving his teammate a small smile.

"Of course I'm coming with you. Good luck keeping me from helping a teammate. Besides, like you said, there are people in danger."

He moved toward one of the immersion suits, poking at it a bit.

"Please tell me these things either auto-size, or you've got bigger sizes. Because right now, this isn't happening, as much as I want it to. At least once I get into one, I should have no problems.

Any tips and tricks for heading into Tronik? Things to watch out for? Ideas on who Rogue's "friends" are?"