Without further ado, this week's prompt is : rock Now rock on, and get your prompts written!

Well, I didn't plan on doing this one, but here I am. LOL. This wasn't where I was originally going either, but this is what I ended up with. ******************************************** Bradbury's Jar #282--Rock Joe could feel Ken's sharp blue eyes boring into the back of his head like a laser. He knew if he turned around he'd see nothing but a stony look on his commander's face. Faintly, in the distance he could hear a voice as if broadcast over a loudspeaker, or some kind of megaphone, but the winds carried the words far from his ears, swirling them into gibberish. They were pinned down behind a building, or what once had been a building, but was now nothing more than a pile of smoking rubble and ashes. Courtesy of Galactor's newest mecha. Tasting the copper tang of blood on his tongue, Joe cocked his gun, and slowly shifted position chancing a glance from around the large hunk of twisted steel he was sheltered by. Immediately, a volley of bullets pinged off the metal in front of him in a shower of multicolored sparks, causing him to quickly draw back. Ken cursed softly in the background, so much frustration contained in that one uttered word. "Where the hell is Ryu?!" Joe asked, voice roughened by the black smoke that rolled across the ruined city. "On his way....." "That was an hour ago!" Joe shot a look over his shoulder, to see Ken's face, lined with soot and dried blood. "I know." Ken grated, his jaw tight, as he leaned slightly forward, away from the charred rock he had been resting against. "What else do you want me to do?" Joe shook his head and leaned it back against the wreckage behind him, glancing up at the sky. It was a dark, angry red streaked with coal black clouds. He had never seen anything like it before. It was as if the very sky itself, was afire. He flexed the hand that was currently wrapped around his gun. Part of the tough dark blue glove had burnt away, leaving severely cracked and blistered skin exposed. Joe stared at it blindly. He didn't know what bothered him more; the fact that he had no idea when it happened, or that it didn't even hurt. Or the fact that he didn't even care. No time to think about it. A sudden flare of crackling static and the pinging of their bracelets, caused both of them to glance at each other. It took a few seconds for the hiss and pop of it to recede, before they could hear anything else. Shzzzzttttttt ""Owl to Eagle, do you copy?" Shzzzzttttttt "Eagle to Owl, I copy. I have the Condor with me....." "Where ARE you!" Joe shouted into his bracelet, then broke into a fit of coughing, tucking his face into his elbow. Ken shot him an admonishing look. "Almost... Shzzzzttttttt coordinates....heav......smoke..... where ar...Shzzzzttttttt.." Ken glanced skyward, frowning, and quickly licked his chapped lips, before he spoke again. "I'm setting a beacon." Ken told Ryu, as the wind picked up, kicking up bits of debris . "It should help you pinpoint our location. Setting on my mark....THREE.TWO.ONE. MARK." The scent of ozone permeated the air, along with something else. Something unknown and indescribable. Frrrrrzzzzttt...."Copy that. En route.... Frrrrrzzzzttt...... rendezvous poi...." Static overwhelmed their communications link, and the connection petered out. Ken raised an arm, so that one of his wings covered the lower half of his face, shielding himself from the rising winds. The faint roar of the GodPhoenix's engines was barely discernible above the din. A high pitched whining noise permeated the air, followed by a loud THWACKOOM. Joe clutched his head in his hands, wincing as he tried to glance up at the sky. Dark wings whipping around him. Ken's face contorted into a grimace, then into one of absolute horror at the sight unfolding before his eyes. His voice was stolen from him, words ripped from his lips, as he saw the GodPhoenix streaking across the sky. Erupting into a giant fireball. Each piece of its flaming wreckage plummeting towards the Earth, akin to the very Phoenix it was named for. .......

Oh man!

Sorry, hit the wrong button.

Oooooooooh, dark.

Yikes!!!!! Be okay, boys ... be okay!

And on a lighter note, this: It had been Tiny who had noticed the suspicious activity near the exits to the entertainment centre and alerted the others. The G-Force team had made their way to the lobby and ducked into the parenting room where they crammed up against the folding change table while trying to ignore the somewhat distressing odour emanating from the diaper disposal unit. A quick call to Nerve Center resulted in Tiny's suspicions being investigated, but before Zark could call back, the distinctive metallic clatter of a Spectran Mordith-5 assault rifle (widely regarded as a PoS weapon by the ISO but still not the sort of thing you wanted to be at the wrong end of) confirmed the big pilot's worst fears. "Once," Princess said. "Just once, I'd like to go to a concert or an amusement park, or a museum or something without Zoltar and his goons gate-crashing the party!" "There was that time we got dragged along to that Mozart recital by Grandma Sorcha," Keyop just had to point out. "Spectra didn't show up for that." "That was the one time I wouldn't have minded," Princess said darkly. "Well I don't know about you," Jason said, "but the ambience in here isn't exactly pleasant." He fired his cable gun into the ceiling, dislodging one of the panels. "Going up," he announced. "First floor: rafters, structural components and electrical wiring. Watch your step." When the Spectrans checked the rest rooms, they found the parenting room empty, save for the smell. The five members of G-Force had transmuted to battle mode and picked their way through the ceiling crawl space until they emerged backstage. The band and their staff had all been ushered on stage. Mark crept along behind a heavy curtain and listened to a Spectran officer speaking into a radio. "Squad B, is the perimeter secure?" "Affirmative," a synthesised voice replied in a monotone. "Perimeter is secure. Hail Spectra." Mark made his way back to the others. "They've got human officers and android goons," he reported, keeping his voice low. Jason nodded. "Good to know. I won't bother to pull any punches." Princess held up a hand to forestall any action. "Wait a second," she said. "They're androids. We're in a concert hall." "Ye-e-es," Mark said. "I kind of noticed that when we had to buy tickets to get in." Jason grinned. "You," he told Princess, "are a genius. No, wait, you're a super genius. Princess Anderson: Super Genius!" At Mark's blank look, Princess said, "There was a report out from Science Division just last month about that training incident with the androids at the Academy in New Zealand." "The brown note?" Jason prompted. "You know I don't read the geek stuff!" Mark hissed. "I have enough to do keeping up with the bulletins they send me as it is!" "Same here," Tiny confessed. "I have to read all the air safety and engineering stuff." "I only read it because Jason used the phrase 'brown note,'" Keyop admitted. "Sound waves at certain frequencies interfere with android functionality," Princess explained. "Some students at the ISO Academy in New Zealand found out by accident that they could temporarily disable the training androids using the Academy PA system and effectively cheated on a combat exercise. We're in a concert hall full of androids, and Dirty Name Five have some really big amps and speakers. I can access the speakers from back here and generate the sound I need from the control board." "Do it," Mark said. "Jason, Tiny, Keyop, you're with me. We'll target the officers while Princess takes care of the goons." Mark and Jason secured the backstage area, then Princess accessed the sound engineer's console and nodded to her team-mates. She operated several controls then twisted a dial. A roar of noise burst forth from the concert hall speakers and the rest of G-Force charged into battle. Several intense and rather violent minutes later, the concert-goers were either hysterical or cheering (some of the more emotional teens were managing to be both at the same time), the band and the crew were applauding, and G-Force were taking the last of the Spectran officers prisoner. A woman screamed when the androids, as one, twitched and began to get up as the temporary effect of the sonic assault wore off and their systems finished resetting. A guitar riff tore through the air and ended with a crashing chord that had the androids collapsing again. Mark looked up toward the stage to see Princess standing with one hand still raised above the guitar she was holding. "What happened to generating the sound you needed from the control board?" Mark asked. Princess shrugged and gestured toward the guitar. "I always wanted to do that," she said. "Fair enough," Mark said, and grinned. "That's what I call rock and roll."

RB -- I hope there's more to this! Don't leave us with the cliffhanger! GGO -- Now they only need Keyop on the drums, and Spectra's defeated for good!

GGO: I've been sure for a long time that none of the team members like amusement parks anymore. Maybe Keyop/Jinpei, but even he would probably get a little paranoid there!