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Today on RoboMan . . . 

  His leg in a cast, David goes stir crazy with child's play in a neighbor's
  yard while trying to do work from home.  As Amanda daydreams about David,
  ProcBots unleash Slayer Droid Aracnor to mass-consume power.  Will the the
  Earth Defenders short one Robon have what it takes to exterminate the
  spider?  Find out on today's Earth Defender RoboMan!
                                                                              

                             EARTH DEFENDER ROBOMAN
                             ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

   Starring: Aaron Roland Lifeson .............................. Gold Robon
             Brad A. Seed .................................... Silver Robon
             David Sykes ....................................... Blue Robon
             Amanda E. Waterman ................................ Pink Robon


                                       Copyright (c) 1995-97, 1998 Artist Bros.

                                                                              

                         "View from the Bedroom Window"

                           Written By Dairenn Lombard

ACT I:

     The usual deafening silence of the blazing hot Mojave Desert in southeast
California was conspicuously disturbed by a mild noise originating from the
ProcBot's battleship lodged in the sandy hills.  Inside of one of the many bays
in the aft section, black metal tubes fired red beams of light at the skeleton
of a silver, mechanical spider.  On the catwalk, Abominor walked up to Ivicon
who was monitoring the operation.  "What is with this racket?!"
  "I am constructing Virex's latest design for a Slayer Droid," Ivicon answered
while watching different instruments launch traction rays to attach and connect
parts. "Deploridon's plan is to have us along with the other ComBots attack and
when they show up, unleash this thing on them."
  Abominor then looked out to the black-widow shaped robot.  "And what is it
going to do to them?"
  "Trap them and drain them of their energy," the dark green robot replied.  "A
droid like this will completely revolutionize the technology."
  The dark red robot then looked at Ivicon and asked, "Yeah, but--what is it?"
  "Virex got the idea from what humans call arachnids, eight legged creatures
of varying type," Ivicon answered.  "This is based off the more deadly with the
ability to cast cobweb nets woven within its abdominal cavity and fanged jaws."
  "Sounds gruesome but what about strength?  Those legs do not look that strong
for battle," Abominor asked from a robotic standpoint.  Physiologically, robots
were supposed to have bulky lower-legs and other typical features.
  Ivicon nodded.  "This is a breakthrough in engineering. Somehow, spiders have
the ability to leap huge distance off of their seemingly fragile legs.  Now the
plan is that once the Robon have been disposed of, Slayer Droid Aracnor will
feast itself on where ever there is raw energy."
  "Making it more versatile so we wont have to target such as oil refineries or
power plants," Abominor concluded.  "Sounds good.  I will report to Tyrannotron
and await his command to begin."

    In the residential area southwest of the Del Amo Fashion Center in Torrance
was the two story, brick-made duplex where David Sykes lived.  In the apartment
on the left, the second story bedroom light was still on even though it was the
sun was up that Thursday afternoon.
  Inside of the living room, David had a sour expression on his face while he
sat in his easy chair with his foot in a cast propped up on the coffee table.
He channel surfed on the television he almost never watched until he finally
turned it off.  "Man, no wonder I never use this thing." Daytime television was
worse than what he glanced at during the evening hours.  He sighed and looked
upstairs thinking about all the hours going by that he could be working instead
sitting around doing nothing.  He pondered getting up to go find a magazine or
even a book but the thought of straining himself on that cane again was
exhausting in and of itself.
  David's telephone rang and he put his hand on his forehead.  "Oh great," he
said. The cordless telephone was upstairs so he had to get up and get the phone
beside the long sofa. While it continuously rang, he looked around for his cane
while mumbling, "I should invest in voice mail." The phone continued ringing as
he found his cane and took his foot off the coffee table.  Using the armrests,
David pulled himself up onto his feet and used his cane to stay balanced.
  The telephone still rang as he limped over to it.  He dropped down onto the
sofa and picked up the phone while heavily breathing.  "Sykes."
  Outside of Lenny's, Amanda stood in front of a pay phone in her blue trousers
and red lifeguard's jacket.  "Hello, David," she said in her English accent.
  David looked around himself for where he even keeps his magazines.  "Oh, hi,
Amanda; what's going on?"
  Amanda closed her other ear from traffic to hear David better.  "I just
finished lunch and wanted to hear how you are."
  David gave up looking and answered, "Well, I could be better.  I can't go
upstairs and my bedroom light is still on so I'm gonna end up paying for that.
(Thank goodness I use florescent bulbs.)  I'm just bored that's all."
  Amanda frowned.  "Sorry to hear that.  I guess you're still not gonna tell me
how you messed up your knee."
  "NO," David replied.  "(It's embarrassing, please stop asking.)"
  Amanda slightly chuckled.  "Okay, David--no need to be a prickly pear."
  "How are the others?" David asked.
  "Looking forward to May," Amanda answered, "I think it's somebody's friends
birthday or something."
  David looked up while pondering.  "Oh yeah, today's April 30th.  Yeah, my
calender's upstairs too because I basically do everything there."
  A double beep started and Amanda said, "Well, I have to go David--time to get
back to work.  I'll come by and see you after I get off, okay?"
  David nodded and smiled a little. "Sounds great, thanks; I appreciate it."
  "Don't mention it," Amanda replied over his phone.  "Talk to you later."
  "Bye," David replied before hanging up.


ACT II:

     Aboard the ProcBot battleship crashed in the sandy hills of the Mojave
Desert, two doors opened in the back of the main bridge.  Stepping out was the
light red ProcBot Deploridon who walked down the pathway and turned to greet
Tyrannotron.  As the blue ProcBot stood up to greet him, he said, "Report."
  "Tyrannotron--Slayer Droid Aracnor has been deployed via subterranean channel
B and has almost arrived at its destination," Deploridon replied.  "The ComBots
are following with Toncur who is already there awaiting Aracnor's arrival."
  Tyrannotron nodded.  "Any sign of the Robon?"
  "Negative," the red ProcBot answered.
  "(So far, so good.) Dismissed."  Deploridon nodded to Tyrannotron and assumed
a station at the aft console.

   Papers, envelopes and shopping catalogues were strewn from the open doors of
a closet, along the floor, to the window seat where David sat holding a book.
At closer examination, it wasn't a novel but a How To book on a programming
language.  Despite not being able to do the examples on his system, he could at
least read about it to get a better understanding of the language.
  Suddenly, the sound lots of little feet running down the pavement from
outside of his apartment in the duplex began to get louder as they crashed
against his wall.  Startled, David looked up.  "What the?"  He didn't see
anything out side of his window so he shrugged and went back to reading.
  The noise came and left in ignorable intervals but David started getting
really annoyed when there were screams.  He turned his head, thinking that some
children had injured themselves while playing.
  Looking out of the blinds, he saw directly into the backyard and driveway
which led to a garage of a house adjacent to his building.  David noticed kids
less than nine years old playing around but nobody appeared hurt--just lots of
smiles and giggles.
  Taking his finger away from the blinds, he shook his head and went back to
reading.  David tried to ignore the running around and loud pangs from objects
being smacked accompanied by loud yelling, screaming and shouting matches. I've
got to move away from here, David thought to himself.  Now re-reading the same
sentence for the third time, more noise prompted him to give up and look out of
his window.
  In school clothes, the kids romped about with tree-stick fragments hitting
metal objects such as trash cans while playing some kind of game.  Worse yet, it
looked like more were on the way.  "Oh man," David moaned to himself while
peering through the window.  "Don't these kids have homework, or something?"
  A boy walked in with a basketball and approached the hoop mounted above the
garage. The others gathered around him and they started trying to play the game
without much apparent luck.
  David shook his head and took his finger away from the blinds; inside, he put
his book down and grabbed his cane. Straining to his feat again, he grabbed his
book and unevenly limped away from the window over to the dining table.  David
pulled a chair away and sat down.
  While finding his place, David cringed when all of a sudden a missed shot had
the basketball bounce off the wall of his apartment.  He turned his head around
and looked out of the window.  There, he saw a kid jump over the fence over
onto property he paid money to rent.  "Gosh darn brats," he said to himself.
"If I needed a way to get my mind off of Amanda, this was sure the way."
  Not much latter--the basketball bounced off the window just short of busting
it.  Even though there was no damage, the noise aggravated David enough to slam
his book down.  "I'm gonna have to do something about this."

     Despite the heat from the sunlight unobstructed by the lack of clouds, the
coastal breeze kept the lifeguards cool on Hermosa Beach that afternoon.  Except
for Brad, different people were at the towers that David, Aaron and Amanda were
stationed.  Due to the lack of people on the beach, the yellow rescue pick-up
trucks were able to make faster runs between the towers spaced apart.
  Inside of one truck, Amanda drove while Aaron looked out of the cab window to
the sea as he listened to her ramble about something.  Eventually, Amanda asked
him, "I mean, what do you know about him anyway?"
  "Who?" Aaron obliviously asked.
  Confused, Amanda glanced at him and repeated, "David--who else?"
  "Oh!  Well," Aaron stopped to think, "that's a really big question there."
She shrugged while making a U-Turn.  Aaron looked up and then back at Amanda.
  "What do you want to know?"
  "Well, what has he told you?" Amanda asked back.
  Aaron shrugged while shaking his head.  "Not much.  I know he does computers."
  Amanda grinned and chuckled, "Heh--eyeah, I knew that much."
  "Um.  Other than that, Brad tells me that he's lonely," Aaron said.  "David's
one of the first guys I ever met when I took this job last year.  This is a new
thing; normally, he's too preoccupied to be concerned with stuff like that."
  "I see," Amanda replied, "but what about..."
  Suddenly over the radio, Brad was heard broadcasting, "...Seed calling unit
4891, come in, over."  Amanda rolled her eyes while Aaron picked up the mic on
the dash radio.
  "4891 acknowledged, Lifeson here, go ahead," Aaron replied releasing the talk
button.
  Leaning against the railing of his Tower while looking out to sea, Brad used
the radiophone receiver to communicate back.  "Aaron, I just got word over my
radio at my tower that ComBots are cuttin' up in Lynwood, over."
  "I copy that, Brad," Aaron replied over Brad's radio phone. "Unit 4891 out."
Brad hung up his phone and put it back in the cabin on his tower to get his
uniform.
  While Aaron hung up the microphone on the truck's dashboard mounted radio, it
suddenly occurred to Amanda. "Hey, just a minute, Aaron, I don't think David can
become Cerebros if he's injured in any serious way."
  "Hey, yeah, you're right," Aaron replied.  "We'll have to go in without him."
  "I'll radio headquarters that we'll need a replacement right away," Amanda
said to him.  Aaron nodded.
  
     At an intersection, pedestrians had crossed the street and walked down the
sidewalk normally until, turning the corner, was a big brown tank.  As soon as
everyone noticed, murmuring and shrieks from the women immediately followed the
the moment they began to run away.  Toncur scared parked cars on its way down
120th street. Suddenly the loud brakes stopped it as the four ComBots Abominor,
ThunderBelt, Stealthon and Ivicon leaped out of the hatch and onto the pavement
where their red leader, Abominor stood forth.  "Let's tear this place apart!"
Ivicon nodded while holding his crossbow and opened fire.
  An arrow shot through a traffic signal while a lamp post just spewed sparks
from its glass covering. Ivicon changed aim and fired again. A fire hydrant was
busted and began to act as a geyser, sending up gallons of water into the air
like a fountain.  People scattered in random directions, disrupting traffic
while sparks continued to burst everywhere.
  Abominor took the disc from his back and tossed it; the ringed metal frisbee
spun ahead and shattered a neon sign causing it to explode with sparks raining
down from its destruction.
  "If those doesn't get their attention nothing will," ThunderBelt said.
  Stealthon nodded to the white robot.  "You're right, look."
  In the sky, Rocore flew over the city at a thunderous speed while inside of
the the dark, red-hued cockpit--the golden, silver and pink Robon warriors were
in three of the five seats within the jet craft.  Amanda pushed a button marked
autopilot and another marked landing.  "We're in position."
  "Opening bay doors," Brad announced.  "Ready everybody?"
  Aaron nodded.  "Let's get to work."  His golden finger pushed a button on the
terminal marked eject which turned from yellow to red.
  In the sky, overhead, the three of them dropped out of sight; on the street,
they landed on their hand and knee before standing up and turning around.
  Striking their individual positions, they announced, "RoboMan!"
  The black ComBot looked to the others and asked. "Wonder where the blue Robon
is?"
  Ivicon looked at Stealthon and replied, "Who cares?  We need to get them into
position."
  "Attack," Abominor ordered.  The dark green, black and white ComBots all
charged ahead followed by the dark red one, Abominor.  Across the street, the
Robon put up their fists and ran after them.
     After Abominor punched straight ahead, Amanda turned around and
kicked his fist away.  In the same roundhouse, the pink Robon's foot
swung against the red ComBot's face while she turned around.
  Amanda's shins knocked against Abominor's arms on both side in his
attempt to block her nonstop kicks.
     Brad jumped backwards onto his hands and onto his feet again to
dodge Stealthon high spin-kick.
  The silver Robon dropped down to low-spin kick the black ComBot but
instead of tripping, Stealthon jumped up and tornado kicked Brad down.
     Aaron's forearm came up to block ThunderBelt's punch before using
his other to knock the white ComBot's fist sky high.
  ThunderBelt ducked as the gold Robon swung his fist at him and swung
back.
  Aaron caught the white ComBot's fist, upper-cut him in abs before
punching ThunderBelt across the face.
  Elsewhere--Ivicon watched the Robon fight it out with his comrades before
turning to the shadowed figure of something massive in the alley he stood in.
  "Slayer Droid Aracnor: activate," the dark green robot commanded.  Suddenly,
eight circular eyes had glowed yellow.  A harsh mechanical sound indicated it's
movements before crawling out of the shadows.  Aracnor was a thirty foot tall
robot spider with a metallic silver body shell of ultra-strong steel armor.
     Brad caught a high punch from Stealthon and used the black
ComBot's fist as away to flip him over onto his back.  The silver Robon
turned around to check the others when his yellow optics caught the
sight of a giant, mechanical spider heading their way.  "Woah!"
  Aaron ducked Abominor's reverse-punch before ramming his elbow into the red
ComBot's face.  "What?"  The gold Robon looked over and saw the slayer droid as
it had begun to tear down the wires that hung over tracks for the Metro Blue
Line.  Its cephalothorax began to drink the hundreds of volts worth of
electricity.
  "So now we're exterminators," Aaron said.  "Team--draw your Robon Weapons!"
The silver Robon reached behind his back and, in his hand was a red pipe-shaped
device as two blades shot out of both ends. Brad twirled the SilverStaff before
aiming it ahead of himself.
The pink Robon swung her arms through the air eventually securing her silver,
robot hands on a black holster mounted to her metallic hip.  Drawing the black
handle, Amanda pulled long pink cord of the PinkWhip.
  "Let's go!" Abominor commanded.  With Toncur the tank parked near the Metro
rail station, Ivicon, Stealthon, ThunderBelt and Abominor leaped inside and
closed the hatch.
  Aaron looked at them leave wondering what they left so fast for.  His
attention was diverted when sparks popped out of electrical cables once
suspended overhead on wooden polls. Slayer Droid Aracnor had taken those black
cables into its tiny mouth and sucked on the electricity.
  "What's it doing?" Amanda asked.
  "I don't know, but I don't want to wait around to find out," Aaron answered,
"Charge!"  Aaron leaped ahead, followed by Brad and Amanda. As the silver Robon
warrior ran, he put his feet together.
  In the sky, Brad somersaulted over with his SilverStaff swinging down in the
process.
     Aracnor turned around and used its two rear legs to knock Brad's
weapon off target.  Then it's big front legs pushed him down.
     Amanda socked the Slayer Droid across the face making sparks blast
from its head.
  Since nothing really happened after that, Aracnor knocked her arms
high and slapped her across the chest.
  Sparks exploded from the pink armor on Amanda's chest before she
rolled away.
     Aaron kicked away its two front legs, shoved his foot in its face
causing Slayer Droid Aracnor to crawl backwards.
     It turned around and spun threads within the cavity in its
backside that had launched themselves.
  A stick but chain linked net flew through the sky and eventually
landed on the gold Robon.  Aaron rolled onto his back and found himself flatly
nailed to the pavement.  "Awgh!!  Help me!" he cried.
  Slayer Droid Aracnor's metal legs ticked while it crawled towards him.  He
fussed and punched but could not escape the web.  "Uh oh!" Aaron said as he saw
it coming towards him.
  Sparks exploded on Aracnor's legs which sent the slayer droid rolling over.
It eventually rolled back on its legs but tripped backwards continually.
  Aaron layed underneath the strands of metal as Amanda came and said, "Brad, a
little help."
  The silver Robon stepped beside her and used his the SilverStaff to cut
through the web.  Sparks burst when the blade of his weapon tore through the
metal net allowing Aaron to pull open the hole.  Aaron was able to stand up out
of the web and looked at the others.  "Thanks, guys."
  "Spidey's not gone yet," Brad said. The ticking of Aracnor crawling forth was
much faster as it charged them more aggressively.
  The three of them stood by when Aaron said to them, "Brace yourselves." While
crawling, it suddenly leaped into the air.  Slayer Droid Aracnor had all eight
legs out as it flew between the Robon warriors.  It's legs scraping them all at
once, sparks had broken out of their armored bodies knocking them down.


ACT III:

     In Lynwood near the Metro Blue Line tracks, smoke came from electric poles
and traffic signals along as well as lamp posts.  Meanwhile, the ticking of the
eight-legged Slayer Droid Aracnor was quick as it charged towards them.  It had
leaped into the sky and, in midair, flew between the golden, silver and pink
Robon warriors.  While it's legs were out, they sparked off the trio's chests
and knocked them all onto the street to roll against the sidewalk.
  "We can't keep letting this thing do this!" Amanda told Aaron.
  The gold Robon looked at her and nodded.  "I know, but we need a way to get
around all those darn legs!"
  Brad pointed ahead and shouted, "Look out!"  Slayer Droid Aracnor had fired a
beam of light from each one of its eyes.  Eight bolts of lights struck the
ground causing the same number of sparks to erupt all around them.  Aaron had
leaped through the white cloud of smoke and tumbled over to jump into the air.
  In the sky--he came down with his arms out to attack Aracnor below.
     On the street, the golden Robon smashed its head with his fist and
turned around to kick it it across the head.  There was no effect as
Aracnor's pedipals clasped around his hips and leaned forth, attempting to
thrust its fangs into Aaron.
  With every last ounce of his strength, the gold Robon attempt to keep the
fangs off of his abdomen.  "You're not gonna get me!" he strained to say.
  "Robon Weapon I!"  Amanda cracked her pink whip causing it to tighten around
one of Aracnor's legs.
  The slayer droid pulled back and Amanda tugged on her whip. "You like juice,
eh?  Well, drink this," she said with her left fist up. The pink Robon's silver
fist had retracted within her tube-shaped arm before becoming replaced by a rod
that she touched to her whip.
  A blue arc of lightning bolted along her metal whip which caused sparks to
snap out of many areas of Aracnor's body making it drop Aaron.
  The gold Robon rolled away and looked up at the pink Robon.  "Good work,
Amanda," gasped Aaron.
  Aracnor's eyes flickered as it touched its fangs to her whip.  A white bo
of electricity cracked along Amanda's weapon.
  Amanda screamed when sparked blasted out of several locations of her pink
armor from being electrocuted causing her to fall.
  "Amanda!" Aaron and Brad shouted out.
  Holding onto her whip, the pink Robon warrior pulled herself up.  "I'm okay."
  "Yeah, but now that thing isn't!" Aaron vengefully said upon charging ahead.
Looking ahead, Brad feared he might've lost his sense of judgement.
     The gold Robon turned around and kicked Aracnor but it managed to
duck this time.  Aaron side kicked its head back causing it to crawl
backwards.
  Aracnor stood on its six rear legs and attacked with its two front
arms.  Aaron held them high but they were surprisingly stronger than he
was, even in Robon form.  "Brad, help!"
  The silver Robon was already running before jumping into the air; in the sky,
his entire body stretched out into a flying side kick.  Brad's silver-armored
leg punched Aracnor's arms out of sight.
  The slayer droid turned around and used its two rear legs to smash in
the chests of the golden and silver Robon warriors.  The sparks blew
them down.
  The ticking sound of Aracnor's legs crawling along became louder on approach
but suddenly, it stopped and looked into the sky.  Overhead, Amanda was coming
in for an attack.
  The jaws of Aracnor's abdominal cavity opened up as threads of metal spewed
forth.  In midair Amanda tried to use her hands to block the web from spawning
in her face; the threads tied her arms to her chest instead.
  On the ground, Amanda dropped onto the sidewalk like dead weight from being
tied up by the web that was still attached to Aracnor that crawled towards her.
  "Does it ever stop!?" Amanda asked.  "Oh no," she gasped as it the slayer
droid used its legs to pin her shoulders to the ground.
  "Guys, help!" Amanda shouted as Aracnor's pedipals locked down over the pink
metallic bosoms built into her armor and had pushed its fangs towards her.
  "Ach--NO!"  When Slayer Droid Aracnor's fangs burrowed into her pink armor,
the sound of metal being twisted screeched out as electric static danced out of
her abdomen.  It's eyes had begun to glow brightly as Amanda continued to moan
out loud.
  "No!  Not my energy!" Amanda cried out.  "No!!"  She tried to getting free
but Aracnor locked her in place with its fangs lodged within her abs.  The gold
and silver Robon stood side by side looking at the brilliant light glaring at
them.  Uncertain of what to do, they reached out trying to figure a way to help
Amanda.
  Aracnor's eyes flashed repeatedly and Amanda's head bobbed up and down with
her hands on its fangs trying to pull them out.  "Stop it," she moaned.
  Using his arm to shield his optics, Brad looked away.  "Aaron, hat's it doing
to Amanda?!"
  "I don't know but we've gotta do something, Brad," he told the silver Robon,
"it's killing her!"  The golden Robon started running ahead but Brad had
reached out and grabbed him back.
  "No, man!  We don't know how to how fight it, Aaron," Brad told him, "We have
to retreat!"
  Slayer Droid Aracnor's pedipals released the pink Robon while sucking the web
that trapped her inside of itself again.  When Amanda lifelessly hit the
sidewalk, the incision holes sparkled with electricity.
  "Amanda," Brad mumbled.  "Aaron, get us out of here!"
  Aaron stepped forth and looked into the sky shouting, "I, golden Robon summon
Rocore!"  The clouds in the blue sky had parted as Rocore, the large black and
red striped aircraft jet-propelled itself downward.
  Brad lifted up the pink Robon into his arms and said, "Hang tight, Amanda;
we're not threw yet."  Meanwhile, Aaron held back Aracnor's legs with his fists
while looking behind himself at the silver Robon who tried to check Amanda's
vital signs.
  "Go!" Aaron shouted.  "I'll catch up."  The gold robon thew off Aracnor's two
front legs and ran away as well.
  In the sky, Rocore had taken off like a rocket into the clouds again.
Meanwhile, Aracnor crawled through the streets.  It looked over and found a car
parked on the curb. Tore off the hood with its jaws and carved into the battery
with its fangs.
  Aboard Rocore, Aaron had knelt beside the pink Robon, lying on the floor with
her head slowly rolling from one side to the other.  When the gold Robon stood
up, he walked behind Brad, piloting the airship.
  The silver Robon looked up behind himself and then back out of the window.
"Let me put this on autopilot," Brad said.  "How is Amanda?"
  Aaron shook his head and sighed.  "She seems to have lost a great amount of
energy and endured an even greater amount of injury.  I'm not sure how much
longer Amanda will last in this state."
  "I wish I knew more about Chromion technology," Brad said, "I bet David would
know some things from tapping into Cerebros' memory banks.  It seemed to me he
always knew the most."  Aaron nodded but dropped onto a seat, looking extremely
exhausted.  Brad moved forth sharply.  "Aaron!"
  "No, that's okay; I'll be all right," the golden Robon replied.
  Brad looked off to the side and then at Aaron again.  "Something must have
happened to you out there when that spider robot trapped you in its net."
  Fading, Aaron's optics began to loose their illumination and Brad shook him
by his shoulders.  "Hey!  Don't go!"  While trying to keep the golden Robon
awake, he looked downward with concern. Man, I wish David were here, he thought
to himself.

    In the middle of the desert, the ProcBot's battleship remained stuck in the
the side of a hill of sand.  Onboard, Abominor had walked out of the booth from
between the double doors followed by ThunderBelt, Stealthon and Ivicon and they
came to face Tyrannotron who stood up anxiously. "Back so soon?  Virex's slayer
droid must have disposed of the Robon warriors faster than I had thought."
  "You mean Virex didn't tell you how it went?" Ivicon asked.  "We left as soon
as Aracnor attacked the Robon."
  "You what??" Tyrannotron asked.
  "We have no clue about how well Aracnor did and was hoping Virex would tell
us when we returned," ThunderBelt told him. Abominor shook his head constantly.
  "You're right!  You don't have a clue!" Tyrannotron replied.  "You four fools
were supposed to stay there and finish off the Robon warriors while Aracnor has
accumulated energy!"
  Take a breath, Stealthon thought while his arms were up.  "What are your
orders, Tyrannotron."
  "Get back there and make sure that Aracnor is still all in one piece and that
the Robon have been properly done away with," Tyrannotron said, "then you stay
there and make sure Aracnor gains enough energy to return to us safely and fuel
our power reserves.  Understood?"
  Abominor nodded affirmatively.  "Yes, Tyrannotron!"
  "Now get out of here!" Tyrannotron said while pointing to the door.  "And
don't come back until you get the job done!"
  "You heard him," Abominor said, "move!" Ivicon looked at Abominor, knowing he
gave the order to leave the site in the first place, and is trying to act as if
he we wasn't so stupid.  As they moved away, Ivicon never contradicted Abominor
because he was the leader of the ComBot team of ProcBots.

     "I know they're just kids," David replied; he sat on the couch in front of
his muted television holding the remote and, in the other hand his telephone.
Meanwhile, the children outside sung off key as David tried to listen to one of
their mother's on the line. "Yeah, well that's because I've never been home all
day, Mrs. Tidey; but these kids are getting ridiculous and if they break my
windows, then my landlord is gonna break your bankbook."
  On David's television set, the screen displayed live coverage from a
helicopter over a Metro Blue Line station as people scattered from Slayer Droid
Aracnor pulling down electrical cables.  Sparks rained down as the giant silver
robot spider used its pedipals to take the power lines into its mouth.  He
mouthed the words what the before saying, "No that's not a threat!  It's a
warning that you need to deal with your children running around, making a mess!
Now I've got to go--but, I suggest you deal with them before my other neighbor
gets to you.  And she don't mess around!!"  He slammed the receiver down onto
the phone and used the remote control to cancel the mute on his television.
  "...massive power outages throughout the Lynwood community which has shut
down everything from telephones to traffic signals shortly after three of the
RoboMan team had retreated..."
  "Retreated??" David said; suddenly his doorbell rang.  "Who is it?"
  "Open up the door, David," Brad said, "It's Brad and we need your help."
  David muted the television again.  "It's open!"  The doorknob opened as Aaron
walked in with Brad who held Amanda in his arms.
  "Amanda; Brad, what's wrong with her?" David asked.  "Aaron, what's going on?
They said you retreated from this big metal spider."
  "That's because we did," Aaron answered, "David, where's your first aid kit?"
  "Upstairs.  Aaron, what is that thing?  Where did it come from?" David asked.
  Aaron looked at David's television and said, "It started out with the ComBots
just shooting at everything but when we got there, all of a sudden that robotic
spider attacked us."
  "And what's wrong with Amanda?"
  Aaron sighed. "I'm not sure but at least she's recovering now that she's back
in human form.  Brad's checking it out now."
  David looked back at the television. "I don't understand, how could Amanda be
so badly injured by that thing?"
  "It literally dug into her and drained the life right out of her.  She was
down for the count after that," Aaron replied.  "I'd never seen anything like
that.  I didn't even know that was possible!"
  "Me neither," David replied.  "Our armor is better than titanium; supposedly
capable of tolerating a laser beam on the same spot for over an hour!  Whatever
it is, it's extremely strong."
  Aaron nodded.  "Dangerously strong but it's always been my understanding that
everything has a weak spot somewhere."
  David nodded too and looked up at him.  "Yeah, but the trick is finding it."
  "I think I may know what it is," Amanda said.  They both looked behind
themselves at her, standing at the doorway to the staircase.


ACT IV:

     In the war-torn city of Lynwood, the pink Robon walked down the street
between the shredded parked automobiles and snapped power polls. Objects around
her were aflame while smoke came off the pavement from sparks that occasionally
jumped out of pulled down live wires. Slayer Droid Aracnor had turned the place
into a ghost town, Amanda thought to herself.  I hope I'm up to this.  Since
her armor was stored as an electronic pattern within her RoboCrystal, all of
her injuries were restored.  She was still will because the power drainage had
affected her human state as well.
  At the intersection, the ComBots were walking down another street when
Abominor's super-scope enabled him to see through a building and detect
Amanda's presence.  He reached out to the others, holding up his black hand to
halt them.  "Shhh," he whispered, "one of the Robon are back!"
  "What is she doing?" Stealthon said while peering around the side of the
building.  "She's all alone."
  ThunderBelt looked at the black ComBot and said, "Who cares, that just makes
it easier."  Ivicon nodded as he pushed a button on a gray, rectangular box.
  The pink Robon looked from side to side; from her point of view, her optics
scanned the region for the shape of the slayer droid that attacked her before.
Amanda scanned back the other way when she suddenly stopped and jumped back.
  "There it is!" she shouted; the giant metallic spider had jumped straight out
of the shadows of the alley it had originated from.
  Amanda stood back with her arms up, looking up at the silver robot spider
descending upon her.  "There's a hole in the pavement where it came from!"
  The pink Robon crashed onto her back when Aracnor pounced onto her; her arms
held its forelegs off her waist.  Aracnor it opened its jaws, using its
pedipals to pull her hips to its fangs but all of a sudden, something went
'chug' when Amanda's knee had jammed into its abdomen.
  Putting her silver hands together as one fist, the pink Robon whacked across
Aracnor's face knocking it off of herself.
  When Aracnor rolled onto its feet again, he saw Amanda stand up. "I'm wise to
you now." The pink Robon's image appeared in Slayer Droid Aracnor's eight eyes.
  Amanda jumped into the air, somersaulted overhead and landed on the robot
spider's back before jumping off again.  Aracnor's joints buckled causing it to
stumble around again.
  Amanda landed and turned around before spinning on the ground for a low
roundhouse kick that knocked it off its feet and onto its back where it was
helpless.
  "Yeah!  All right--Robon Weapon I," the pink Robon shouted while drawing the
weapon from her hip.  "Pink Whip, go!"  When cracking the pink metal cord, it
whip tied up the mechanical spider's legs.  "Yes!"
  Aracnor's spinnerets unlocked and began to spin a web that leaped out of its
abdomen and entangled Amanda.  The sticky strands of metal formed a net that
trapped Amanda on her feet.  "Ough!" she shouted while using her arm to protect
herself.
  Abominor looked behind himself at the others. "I think it's finally got her."
  Aracnor unraveled the whip around its legs and rolled onto its feet again as
the web became visibly electrified; the slayer droid was again drawing power
from Amanda's Robon body.  She resisted with moaning loudly but Amanda was not
able to keep her life force from being sucked out of herself.
  "The more she resists, the higher her energy output is," Ivicon said.
  Amanda's head strained downward while pulling against the net.  "Can't..  Let
it--kill me..." the pink Robon told herself while pulling on the web; she
managed to tear a hole in the net but it was not enough.  Aracnor sucked the
web inside of itself, pulling her closer to its fangs.
  Out of the sky, the silver Robon flipped over with his SilverStaff striking
down in the process.
  Upon landing, a cloud of white smoke puffed out of sparks blasting from the
jaws of Slayer Droid Aracnor.  The net was cut by Brad's weapon as the force of
the explosion blew Aracnor clear of the area.
  Amanda fell onto one knee and Brad came to the pink Robon to pull the remains
of the web from her armor.  "Amanda, are you okay?"
  She looked at the silver Robon and nodded.  "Just a little weak."
  "You've got to conserve your energy, Amanda," Brad said.  "You're not up to
this!"
  Amanda stood up with Brad. "No!  The plan worked; its weak spot is its legs."
  "It apparently didn't expect to see me," Brad said while looking at Aracnor
get its bearings.  "The ambush scheme worked."
  Hidden, ThunderBelt jerked in surprise.  "Those sneaky Robon deceived us!!"
  "Don't forget, we are the back-up plan," Ivicon replied.  "Let's go and give
them a little taste of their own medicine."
  Abominor nodded.  "Let's go."
  Slayer Droid Aracnor stood perfectly still for reasons that escaped both Brad
and Amanda.  "What is it doing?" Brad asked.
  "Good question," Amanda answered.  "Uh oh, look!"
In the sky, the red, black, white and green ComBots group-somersaulted through
the air.
  Both the silver and pink Robon jerked back. "We are badly out numbered here,"
Brad said.  "I wish Aaron could've made it."
  "Well," Amanda said, "no use it complaining about it now."
  Brad watched the five of them approach.  "I've got an idea.  I'll deal with
the robot spider while you hold off the ComBots.'
  "Great plan, Brad," Amanda sarcastically said. He turned around and ran away.
  Stealthon stopped everyone and said, "Ho look, guys--it looks like the female
Robon is going to take us on."
  "This should be good," ThunderBelt jested.
  Amanda pointed at them and shouted, "I've kicked your butt before, Abominor;
and I can do it again!"
  "Off 'er," Abominor said.  The ComBots all ran ahead followed by Abominor
himself.  Ooh, what have I gotten myself into, Amanda thought to herself.
     Stealthon swung his axe against the pink Robon who tumbled beneath
the weapon and came up to smash down ThunderBelt's sword.
  After she punched ThunderBelt across the chest, sparks exploded from
the blow whens he dropped low to perform a reverse low-spin kick
tripping Ivicon.
  When the dark green robot fell over, Amanda stood up but then
Abominor aggressively tossed his SonicDisc at her.
  When the disc crashed into her chest, the blast of sparks knocked her
off her feet.
     Meanwhile--Brad held his arms high to keep Slayer Droid Aracnor's
legs from knocking him down.  The silver Robon dropped to the street
and double-foot kicked Aracnor into the air.
  Like a football, Aracnor was sent flying backwards over the Metro
Blue Line platform.
  Brad jumped into the air, twisting over through the sky and
eventually landed on the mechanical spider's underside.
  The silver Robon's robot fist grabbed one of Aracnor's legs and, with
his other fist, broke it with a solid punch.  Sparks blew from the            
severed limb before Brad grabbed another of the robot spider's legs and
broke it with another punch.
      Stealthon flipped out of the sky with his axe coming down on
approach.
  Upon landing, the pink armor of Amanda's chest sparked when the blade
of his weapon struck her back.  She stumbled back from the white cloud
of smoke.
  ThunderBelt picked up his sword and stepped in where Stealthon was.
The white ComBot turned around and sliced the blade into the pink
Robon's flank.
  The force of the sparks blasting turned Amanda around when
ThunderBelt hammered down with his sword again causing the blade to
spark off her chest.
  Abominor took his SonicDisc and tossed it dead ahead and when the
saucer bounced off her metal chest, she was knocked into twisting
by the sparks exploding.
  Holding his CrossBow, Ivicon shot multiple arrows from his specially
designed weapons.  Individual blasts of sparks bursting from different
locations of her armor forced Amanda off her feet and onto the ground.
     Brad held his SilverStaff and cut off Slayer Droid Aracnor's fangs
which fell to the ground and became smoking stains in the concrete.  He
jumped off Aracnor and kicked it back onto what was left of its legs and
looked up.  "Oh no, Amanda..."
  Smoking and barely moving, the pink Robon layed on her side as the silver
Robon had ran towards her and knelt beside Amanda to help her up.  "Amanda, say
something."
  "Brad..."
  "You two are pathetic!" Abominor pointed at them and said.  Standing with the
ComBots with the sun in the sky above the dark red Robon put a hand over his
chest  "We have only just begun to demolish you inferior Chromion up-starts.
Decimatron now!!"
      The center section of Stealthon and Ivicon's limbs had folded, converting
the black and dark green robots into large robot legs that gained a bright red
aura when struck by lightning.  In the background existed a view of the coastal
mountains when Toncur, the brown tank, rolled over the sand so fast, dust flew
by its tracks.
 It rolled off a cliff and into the sky.  In midair, the huge metal vehicle had
extended at multiple locations throughout its body.  The tank, guided by bright
arcs of lightning, was lowered onto the robot legs forming a torso.
  In the sky, the red and white ComBots, Abominor and ThunderBelt had jumped
into the air.  In the sky, the two had rapidly ascended.  While flying, they
simultaneously transformed into robot arms that red arcs of light had brought
into the sides of the torso.
  Sliding up from between the shoulders was the head of Decimatron.  It was
black and had a gray, metallic face with a red visor across its eyes.  Both
arms flexed out to the sides as the 80-foot robot warrior stepped forth.
  Amanda knelt beside Brad as they looked at it walk towards them. "Brad, we've
got to retreat!  We can't form RoboMan without David and on our own, we can't
fight Decimatron!"
  "I've got another idea," Brad replied.  "You just need to get inside Rocore
and hold him off while I get into position.  You've just _got_ to hold on."
  "Okay," the pink Robon replied.  "If doesn't work, it's..."
  Brad interrupted her, "It will work--trust me."  The silver Robon stood up
and ran away.  She stood up while watching him run back to the Metro Blue Line
station and then up at Decimatron.
  "Here goes nothing."  Amanda stepped forth and looked into the sky shouting,
"I, pink Robon summon Rocore!" The clouds in the blue sky had parted as Rocore,
the large black and red striped aircraft jet-propelled itself downward.
  "Here I go!" Amanda announced before leaping into the air.  In the sky, the 
pink Robon had rapidly ascended and, inside of the dark cockpit, Amanda had sat
in the center cockpit.  "Full Throttle!" she said while pushing a lever.
  The black jet's nose pulled up, raising its altitude.  Decimatron watched the
airship bank around in the sky.  "You cannot hide from me, Robon warrior!"
  Brad stood in front of the helpless Slayer Droid Aracnor.  "This thing sucked
up a lot of power.  It's got to have at least a few megavolts in it and I bet I
can rig it to go off."  I just wonder how to get it to go off at the right
time, he thought to himself.
  "Arm Bazookas!" Decimatron said while pointing its long, boxy arms.  Two big,
black cannons on them had produced brilliant rays of purple light.  Rocore just
barely dodged one shot and then another.
  Amanda looked back and forth on her console.  "Counter fire!" she shouted as
soon as she found the right button.
  The jet craft spit out tiny bits of blue light from out of holes in its wings
that caused many sparks to go bounce off Decimatron's armor. However, there was
little or no effect.
  Brad kicked Aracnor several times until there was a noticeable hum.  "Not
quite as scientific as David would've done it.  Come on!"  The silver Robon
needed its power supply to become unstable.
  Decimatron's giant black fist caught Rocore and started squeezing.  Inside of
the cockpit, Amanda was rocked heavily as sparks kept exploding out of walls in
the chamber.  She screamed while trying to back away from every burst.  "Brad,
hurry!"
  Decimatron took the jet and hurled it out of sight.
  "Ahhh!!!" she yelled as Rocore spun out of control.  The pink Robon grabbed
the controls again and pulled on them.  "I've got to stabilize it!"
  Meanwhile--sparks suddenly spewed out of Slayer Droid Aracnor's armor and
Brad nodded with satisfaction. "Okay, it's starting."  The silver Robon pressed
a switch on the side of his metallic head and said, "Amanda, bring it down and
fly low enough so that when Decimatron tries to grab you, it takes the robot
spider instead."
  The pink Robon put her finger on the right side of her metallic head as well
and nodded.  "Right, I'm on my way.  Amanda out," she said then putting both
hands back on the controls.  "I hope Brad knows what he's doing."
  Decimatron's hand swooped closer to Rocore as it flew by the towering robot;
Brad looked at the black jet craft approach and then jumped into the air.
  In the sky, the jet flew by, picking up the silver Robon in the process.
  Inside of the cockpit, Brad appeared beside Amanda.  "Amanda, Up!"
Still flying low, Rocore had suddenly lifted skyward away from Slayer Droid
Aracnor as Decimatron grabbed Aracnor instead of Rocore.  Upon squeezing it,
the slayer droid exploded within Decimatron's fist.  Brad watched the explosion
on the viewer, brightening the dark cockpit.
  Decimatron's enormous body was sent flying backwards through the sky,
crashing into the train tracks on the Metro Blue Line.
  "YEAH!" Brad said.  "Man, we did it, Amanda!!"
  Amanda nodded. "I don't believe it!"
  Rocore flew away from the battle damaged area as Abominor looked into the
sky.  "Next time, Robon.  Next time..."

      The red compact car of Amanda's was parked on the curb in front of the
brick-made story duplex in Torrance.  Inside, David sat on the couch with his
leg propped up on the coffee table.  Out of the kitchen door came Amanda in a
pair of jeans and a pink camisole holding a couple of cans of root beer. "Okay,
here you go."
  "Aw, thanks a lot, Amanda--can't tell you how glad I am to have been able to
avoid getting up again," David replied while taking his can of soda.  "It
doesn't hurt my leg so much as it does just the effort it takes to get on it."
  Amanda jumped onto the easy chair with her legs folded yoga-style. "So how is
your knee anyway?"
  "Well the Doc says that I should be swimming again in two weeks but the cast
can come off next Friday," David said as he opened his can of soda.  "It's
nothing really.  What I want to know is whether or not you're okay."
  Amanda nodded eagerly and smiled.  "Oh, I'm fine."
  "You sure?" David asked.  "When Aaron told me about what happened to you, my
mind started picturing all sorts of horrible things."
  Amanda laughs.  "That's what I love about you--you've got one heck of an
imagination."
  "Heh," David lightly chuckled.
  Amanda opened her can of soda pop.  "Anyway, I'm fine.  It was scary for a
while there but thanks to Brad, we came out of it alive.  Man, he's been a real
life saver a lot here lately."
  "Yeah, I know," David replied after taking a sip from his can.  "It's like he
was born for this; although he is the only one on this team with a red belt in
karate."
  Amanda nodded.  "Yeah."
  "You can't blame me for being worried about you, though," David said, "but as
long as you're okay, I'm okay too."
  Amanda smiled and nodded slowly.  "The feeling's mutual, David."


                                    THE END                                   


Next time on RoboMan: 

  Aaron discovers why Yvonne was unable to hear his warning about dangerous
  conditions in the ocean while the ProcBots use an ultrasonic sound to make
  anyone who hears it, go to sleep. Will the ComBots be free to make the city
  into a new command base for the ProcBots?  Find out what can be done to try
  and stop them in next week's Earth Defender RoboMan!
                                                                              

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