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Background: In some ways this is a MOC-MOD of 4210 - I really liked the shape of the new Coastguard set, and felt Dr Inferno's cohorts deserved some kind of base prior to the launch of the official Volcano base, so this is what I came up with. Behold the Seabase of Dr Inferno! Join us as we explore a typical day in the life of the world's most wanted supervillain...
9am. All is quiet on the Seabase of Dr Inferno - an abandoned oil-rig converted by the world's leading anarchy-tects into the villainous lair of Dr Inferno. The seabase comes complete with cybernetically modified guard animals, heli-pad and laser turret - all the mod cons. After spending a depraved night working on a plot for world domination by removing all the vowels from every set of Scrabble ever produced, Dr Inferno is taking a leisurely stroll around the seabase.
9.05am: An alert sounds on the empty landing pad - incoming vehicle!
9.10am: 'Megablocking MEGABLOCKS!' Dr Inferno shreiks as his personal jet craft lines with a surprise visitor. 'I can't believe I forgot my accountant is visiting today! Megablocking audits! Sometimes being the world's most succesful and filthy-rich sociopath has its downsides, but even I, the nefarious Dr Inferno, dare not defy the tax office!'
9.12am: Dr Inferno tries to change his expression from 'feral grin' to 'friendly smile', without much success.
He goes to meet his visitor.
9.14am:
Dr Inferno's accountant, Sam Sharp, greets his employer: 'Please don't kill me - I promise this will be over quickly!'
'It better be,' snarls Dr Inferno. 'I have a tennis lesson with Pussy Galore at 2.'
Sam swallows his fear as he notes the presence of a previous intruder to the Seabase down amongst the depths - mechanically-modified sealife defend against prying eyes.
9.15am: They hop on the Seabase's travel platform and zip to the heart of the Seabase.
'I like what you've done with the place,' says Sam. 'Orange and black - it suits you. Where did you get the inspiration?'
Dr Inferno secretly fingers his luscious locks. 'It just came to me,' he replies casually. He doesn't feel the need to tell Sam that his design brief for the architects specifically included a 50-foot giant tower with rockets based on his own hairstyle.
9.16am: The two arrive at the loading dock at the centre of the seabase.
'Meet my PA, Cindy Borg,' says Dr Inferno. 'Would you like a cocktail? Cindy was an early volunteer for one of my experiments. Her arm has been replaced with a full-service liquor nozzle. Makes her very *handy* around the place, hah hah.'
'Uh, thanks,' says Sam. A perfect whisky sour shoots from Cindy's wrist into Sam's glass.
'Spray ya later!' she winks as she dries her stump off with a towel and departs.
'Will do,' says Sam. Despite the missing limb, Cindy is kind of hot. Sam wonders if she her 'pour' function can be reversed to 'vacuum'.
Dr Inferno has better things to do than stand around and supervise. 'I'm off to test my laser turret - the 1,000 kills service warranty is coming up soon. Call me if you need anything.'
9.25am: Finally left alone, Sam begins cataloguing the latest batch of riches which have arrived at the seabase. 'Two gold bars - check. Two cardboard boxes containing leaked prototype Lego 10188 Death Stars - check. Two cases of cooking oil collected from the pores of the endangered minke whale - check...' And on it goes. Dr Inferno's prize Persian, Mr Fluffybot, is unimpressed by all the activity.
9.30am: As Sam goes about his business, Dr Inferno admires the potent power of his thrusting laser cannon, its sleek lines and hard, potent barrel. He sees nothing psychologically odd about this at all.
The laser cannon rotates 360 degrees horizontally, and the barrel can rotate approximately 90 degrees vertically.
Dr Inferno sometimes like to climb on top and hum 'The Ride of the Valkyries'. Sssh - don't tell anyone
Laser comes with built-in light-up function!
11.02am. Meanwhile, elsewhere on the seabase.... It's time to feed the sharks!
Automated cyber-controlled Shark-O-Matic™ feeder in retracted position, hidden under the base.
The motorized arm unfurls to its full length. Breakfast is served!
The hungry shark leaps up and devours its meal whole!
(Rumours that Dr Inferno sometimes uses the Shark-O-Matic™ to dispense with enemy agents are entirely true.)
11.28am. Realising that he hasn't checked his hair for at least an hour and a half, Dr Inferno withdraws to the sanctity of his Hairbase.
11.32am. The Hairbase is equipped with a variety of security devices. This biometric reader ensures that only 100% authorised personnel - and Cheryl, the cleaner, who only comes on Thursdays - are allowed into the control center.
11.34am. Dr Inferno presents only organic components of his body for inspection - his optical scan and thumbrint are required.
Voila! The door opens.
What could possibly be hidden behind this barricade? A torture chamber? Fire-pit? A succession of deadly traps, each more complicated and fiendish than the last?
Actually, it's just reception. Cindy Borg doubles as Seabase Receptionist - the pay is good and the hours reasonable. Cindy's arm-nozzle doubles as a watering can for the flowers here too.
However the magazine by her side hides a deadly weapon.
Overall back view of the tower:
11.40am. Dr Inferno arrives in his luxury pad on the second floor of the Hairbase. Swanky! Note the gold and marble floor tiles, tropical fish aquarium, letter tray for answering fan mail, and exotic and deadly flowering cactus. No expense spared! Dr Inferno is especially proud of his zebra-hide upholstered cocktail cabinet. Here he relaxes with Mr Fluffybot and sips on an olive martini. Note the hairbrush - but who is it for? Dr I or Mr Fluffybot?
With figs removed:
2.40pm. Three hours later, after an intensive grooming session - we won't go into detail about that here - Dr Inferno decides to review Seabase security.
He calls his minion Break Jaw on the top floor to make sure that all systems are running smoothly.
Sadly the tastes of Break Jaw are not as refined as those of Dr Inferno - look at that! Pizza and basketball! Tssk!
Each sculptured tuft of Dr Inferno's hair conceals a deadly missile.
Another security feature can be seen here. Unbeknownst to his staff - and in defiance of every occupational health and safety law in existence - Dr Inferno has wired the whole infrastructure of the Seabase with explosives, remotely programmed to detonate at his command. The control box is on the far left.
You can also see some of the remains of previous agents who tried to infiltrate the base, tossed down here like the rubbish they are.
The Seabase also has a small dock with an escape hover-pod should Dr Inferno need to flee the enemy. Or any creditors. Which reminds him - what has Sam Sharp concluded about the state of Dr Inferno's finances?
3.48pm. Seems that Sam Sharp has been getting along very well with Cindy Borg!
'Pour me another Shecks on the Beach, darlin',' slurs Sam.
3.55pm.
'Get away from her, you dolt!' screams Dr Inferno, snatching the cocktail glass from his employee's hand. 'And you' - he points his claw at Cindy - 'I'm docking your pay all the motor oil you've consumed greasing up this moron!'
Cindy Borg quickly flees.
Drunken Sam Sharp sways towards Dr Inferno.
'DON'T TOUCH MY HAIR!' bellows Dr Inferno, giving him a sharp slap across the noggin.
Sam Sharp clutches his head in pain. He doubles over in agony.
Or is it something else?
4.02pm. With an enormous RIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPP!, Sam's hair and skin peel away, revealing....
Agent Trace!
The super-smooth agent has assumed the identity of Dr Inferno's mild-mannered accountant to infiltrate his operations, with 100% success. (Or 'win', as they say on the internets.)
'Locks like I've put a crimp in your style, Dr I,' winks Agent Trace, brandishing her pistols.
'You mad wench - never!' Dr Inferno makes a mad dash down the stairs of the dock to his escape hover-pod.
4.06pm. Only to find that someone is already occupying the craft.
'Meow.' Mr Fluffybot waves a paw goodbye.
Agent Trace snaps on the handcuffs.
4.15pm. 'It's time to lock you up, Inferno,' drawls Agent Trace. 'The things you see in prison will make your hair curl.'
'Nothing could be worse than your puns,' spits Dr Inferno. 'Take me away.'
THE END FOR DR INFERNO....
...or is it?
And just one final shot of the whole base with Dr Inferno's plane on the heli-pad.
And just coz I really like this seaplant:
Design notes:
This is primarily an over-the-top playset to fit in with the Agents line. I'm not much of a vehicle designer so I left the 8635 jet alone - I think it's perfect as is, anyway
Why reinvent the wheel? Kudos to the 4210 designers for their interesting usage of the bridge pieces - I have said before that in some ways Agents is like an evil version of Coast Guard 
The photography is a bit all over the place as I rely on natural light and there's been little in Sydney recently - I like to think the shadows add a dramatic, noirish touch to the gripping events presented here And there we have it - my first large MOC for Eurobricks! Thanks!
Edited by TheBrickster, 01 January 2009 - 07:41 PM.
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