Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25218347-20170404201921/@comment-26892768-20170405011112

With a frustrated sigh, Motors snaps his fingers. His motorcycle turns into an orange-headed grunt, scrap-free. Then Motors snaps his fingers again, and the grunt resumes being a motorcycle - once again, scrap-free.

Motors then tosses away the scrap metal.

A hole opens up in the robot's left foot, and six people walk out.

"Okay, can someone please explain what's going on?"

"What." Makuta repeats.

One of them is a human boy in an odd orange and white outfit. The rest appear to be metal monkeys, all with vibrant colors.

The speaker, a yellow monkey - female, judging by the voice - taps her foot impatiently. "Well? I'm not hearing an answer! I know the Super Robot can't just teleport to a random planet for no reason, so someone better-"

''"Attack!" ''Vernier cries. His fleet fires - not at Tracer, but at the new arrivals.

Unfortunately for Vernier, the group dodges with ease. In the process, the monkey's hands turn into weapons - drills, buzzsaws, giant fists, claws, and red horseshoe magnets, oddly enough.

"Big mistake, buddy." The one with magnets - a red male monkey - aims them at the fleet. Red electricity crackles down the magnets.