Originally Posted by MMO-Champion
Kerchunk: Thank you $n, this grease will come in handy.
It's for the spider mount Kerchunk! Not your hair.
Kerchunk: My hair is naturally sleek and shiny.
Sparkflux! The invaders have made it past the outer defenses.
I want their stench removed from my city!
I have activated all civic defenses, my king.
Rest assured, these organisms will be expunged from our metropolis.
Brothers and sisters of gnomanity! For generations, the curse of flesh has condemmed us to obsoletion.
But no more! At long last, the perfection of our original titan-forged design will be restored!
All who are worthy shall join me in Mechagon and be cleansed of the Old Gods' corruption.
Step forth, and be judged in the eyes of invention. Together, we will reclaim our true legacy!
Mechagon
I will store our luggage until we return.
Just imagine, $n... a vault full of lost technology, left behind by the last king of the gnomes!
Away we go!
Mechagon coordinates locked in!
Tinkmaster Overspark, Grizzek and I want to thank you for the opportunity to accompany you to Mechagon.
Ordinarily, I would not have made the offer.
You've never been patient with your lab work, Sapphronetta.
Which explains why you gravitated towards the Explorer's League.
Told you not to say anything.
However, that impulsive drive also makes you the perfect fit for this expedition.
I need brash dare-do-alls like you and Grizzek to lead the way into the dangerous unknown!
I think he's saying we're expendable.
Tinkmaster's log: Under the expert leadership of Tinkmaster Overspark, the team has entered the vault.
This is incredible!
My fellow tinkologists, we have made a great discovery!
The technology in this vault is still intact.
If we can unlock its secrets, we will surely find Mechagon!
Now let the examination begin!
Look! This is clearly ancient gnomish technology!
I concur, but that doesn't mean that this is Mechagon.
Of course it's Mechagon! This is the discovery of a lifetime!
Mechagon is always under construction, and the construction projects change every day.
I can tell you what construction projects are underway each day. Just ask!
Tinkerbow: And three. Two. One.
Cog Captain: I don't hear any more noise. I hope that means you smashed the intruder, you foolish brute.
Cog Captain: Telzo Sparkspanner! It can't be!
Tinkerbow: You know that ugly mug, Cog Captain?
Cog Captain: He was one of Thermaplugg's assistants. But no one has heard from him since the Gnomeregan incident.
Cog Captain: Where's that signal coming from, Tinkerbow? We need to hurry!
All systems ready! Let's fly!
Sparkspanner was always an odd one... I can't imagine what he has planned.
Sparkspanner: Imagine no longer, simpleton! I am more than willing to tell you how you and your little crew will meet your demise.
Sparkspanner! So you did survive Gnomeregan!
Sparkspanner: Did you really think that I, the great Thermaplugg's second-in-command, would die in a scheme I helped engineer?
You WHAT? What could you have possibly hoped to accomplish?
Recognition! And what did we get? A fool of a gnome sweeping in and reaping the rewards of all our work.
Sparkspanner: All those who followed Mekkatorque must pay! With my army of troggs, I will decimate all of gnomanity.
Say no more! If Gazlowe found Mechagon, I'm going with him.
It's been a dream, Uraka, but you're gonna have to test drive our beautiful boat without me.
I've no doubt you'll find ten ways to improve it before sundown. Do it all, and tell me all about it when I get back.
I... will try not to undo your work. It is truly... unique.
'Course it is, hun. Just like me.
Alright, $n, I'll meet you and Gazlowe down at the docks. I've got a surprise I think you're gonna like!
This is Mechagon? Don't look like much from up here.
Don't let the landscapin' fool ya. Check out those rampaging bots on the shore. We--
Bots on the shore? Let's bomb 'em!
Wheee!
Hammer 'em, Jack!
Reckless targeting, but exceptional results!
Potential reinforcements have arrived. We must inform the prince.
Yeah, tell him Gazlowe's Greasemonkeys are here and we're on his side!
Whatever side that is...
Your people have been through so much, Prince Erazmin. We are--
Greetings, King Mechagon. I am Tinkmaster Overspark. I have come to introduce your technology to the entire world!
I am not King Mechagon. He is my father... and he is a madman who must be stopped.
We were all exiled from the underground city of Mechagon. Our goal is to--
Wait... this place isn't Mechagon? Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get going!
I think what Tinkmaster Overspark means is...
Grizzek grunts and nudges Sapphronetta.
Of course we'll join your cause, Prince Erazmin. That's why we're here!
Uh, yeah, that's why we came out here, too. Sign us up!
Hah! As if the Horde would help anyone! Your bloated trade prince doesn't know the meaning of the word!
Don't mind him, Prince. Me and my crew are willin' to lend a hand. Just tell us what needs doin' and we'll do it!
With your assistance, we can foil my father's schemes and save my people.
Welcome to the Rustbolt Resistance!
In order to stop my father, we need to infiltrate the city itself. And that means passing through... the robodrome.
What a match up we've got tonight, folks! Sparks are gonna fly!
Wait, what's this?! Some surface dwellers have unwittingly stumbled into the arena!
A word of caution to anyone sitting in the splash zone: Watch out for blood!
Now this is a statistical anomaly! Our visitors are still alive!
Time to introduce them to the legends of the Tussle Tonks arena!
The Platinum Pummeler and Gnomercy 4.U.!
Let's get mobilized for mayhem!
The city's entrance is located just past this arena.
You must hold your ground until we can clear a path to it.
No sweat, pal. I'm putting twenty large on Gnomercy!
If I can't bet on a sure thing, then I ain't really living!
A stunning victory for the surface dwellers! But... we're still throwing them out with the trash!
Trash! Trash! Trash! Trash! Trash!
You may have noticed that Rustbolt is not currently operating at peak efficiency.
Mechagon's forces recently raided the settlement. Many of us were apprehended... or worse.
It doesn't make sense... Why would King Mechagon do that to his own people?
My father was once a visionary. But now... he has transformed himself into a heartless machine.
He will stop at nothing to achieve his goals. The Rustbolt Resistance is all that stands in his way.
As you can observe, we take pride in our ability to refurbish and repurpose technology.
However, we also value our organic components. Our emotions and memories, our personalities.
My father does not share that view. He intends to mechanize the entirety of our people, willing or not.
The choice to install upgrades belongs to each of us. No one can strip us of that autonomy.
It seems we have an impressive haul today, Christy.
Yes, sir. Their tech is improving. We can hardly keep up.
Prince Erazmin looks at the fully mechanized Sentry and sighs.
The extent of this mechanization... is there even a gnome left in there?
I have yet to determine that. King Mechagon has converted over 99% of their physical composition.
We will stop him. We must stop him.
Most of the resistance still have family and friends within Mechagon.
We fight not only for our own freedom, but for theirs as well.
If my father succeeds, then all of us will end up like that machine on the wall.
He'd erase everything that makes us who we are. We cannot allow that to happen.
Thank you for your assistance. But there remains much more to do.
So my misguided son returns. I am impressed you made it this far.
You are no longer my father. Just a malfunctioning machine that must be shut down.
Poor child. If only you could accept the truth.
The curse of flesh has run rampant across Azeroth, and I will replace it with mechanical purity.
The mechoriginator has been destroyed... and so has my father.
You have my gratitude, heroes. Know that King Mechagon's vision of the world is not one my people share.
We must now focus on rebuilding. But if you ever require our assistance, you need only request it.
Huh, this partnership wasn't half bad. Reminds me how profitable working with you Alliance mooks can be.
Thanks to Tinkmaster Overspark's leadership, the threat of world annihilation was averted.
G.E.A.R
You are Gnomeregan's finest soldiers. Paragons of gnomanity. The best examples of gnomish ingenuity and determination.
And so, you four will be the first to take to the skies as Gnomish Aerial Elite Rangers--
Elite Aerial Rangers, sir!
Excuse me, soldier?
You said Aerial Elite Rangers, which would be G.A.E.R. If you wanted G.E.A.R.--
I know what I said! Anyway, you are the first Gnomish Elite Aerial Rangers. And you will show Azeroth everything we gnomes can accomplish.
Careful, Commander. The titan facility's exterior defenses may have been rewired to see us as intruders.
Worry not, tinker. I am an excellent pilot.
I'll keep that in mind when we get shot out of the sky, Cog Captain.
I think they're shooting at us!
This must be a misunderstanding! King Mechagon will obviously want to meet me!
Don't worry, I've never had a crash I couldn't walk away from!
We've been hit! Hold onto something! This is going to be a bumpy landing!
Evasive maneuvers, Captain! Do a barrel roll!
Rangers! You have more than proven gnomish aerial might. The Alliance will no doubt call upon G.E.A.R. in the future.
But first! Every elite unit requires a proper uniform! Wear the colors of Gnomeregan with pride, ranger!