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The 25th anniversary line did not focus on the characters from 1986 very much. Only '86 Hawk, '86 Roadblock and Beachhead(not the version pictured here) were sold on cards. The version of Beachhead shown here, which is more accurate to the '86 version, was sold in a two pack with fellow class of '86 alumni Mainframe or "Dataframe" as he was horribly re-named.
Some other '86 characters were released as 25th Anniversary vehicle drivers, such as Leatherneck, Lift Ticket and Slipstream.
Wetsuit would appear in an online exclusive multipack that was full of awesome and which I could not afford.
The 30th line would be kinder to this group, providing us with great new versions of Lifeline (shown here, he has a fantastic variety of accessories), LowLight and Sci-Fi , the later two of which I was unfortunately, never able to find in stores.
It has fallen upon the shoulders of the Collector's Club to produce figures for characters like Dial-tone and Iceberg, who never seem to get any love from Hasbro these days.
The L.A.W. (Laser Artillery Weapon) shown here is a reissue from the "Rise of Cobra" line.
At Stark Industries, several members of the CORPS are hard at work designing the newest weapon on terror
Heavy Metal: Everything checks out up here Stark.
Tony Stark: And how about up there, Trakker?
Matt Tracker: All systems go.
Tony Stark: Weapons systems?
Flash: Check!
Dataframe: Communications are online.
Tony Stark: Gentlemen, I believe we have a fully functional Rapid Heli-Integrated Neutralizing Offense Vehicle… RHINO for short.
Steeler: I gotta hand it to you guys… This is one hell of an upgraded Batmobile. I think HM’s sporting a woody!
Heavy Metal: Right now I wouldn’t deny it buddy. This is one mean machine!
Batman: We should get it field tested immediately.
Tony Stark: Don’t get your Bat-panties in a bunch; it’ll work perfectly. To hell with protocol, let’s have a few drinks first.
Inside a hidden Cobra outpost deep in the Amazon basin, the cerebro-shell inserted into Ripcord’s brain has not gone unnoticed. A Tele-viper relays his findings to the base’s sub-commander.
Tele-viper: I’m certain of it. A cerebro-shell implanted into Tucaro number 378 has been replanted into a member of the GI Joe team. Unless the feedback is somehow faulty through means undetectable by Decepticon technology, the Joe implanted is Ripcord, a HALO specialist… that can’t be right… This guy is black…
Cyberviper: Are you sure the system is running correctly?
Tele-viper: I’ve run diagnostics twice and everything checks out. I can’t explain why Ripcord seems to be black at times in his mind’s eye but I can tell you that he’s on a mission with Duke, Outback, Recondo, some old guy named Dataframe, Barbecue and Scarlett. It appears he really has something for Scarlett… Ha! Look at this!
He points to a display screen displaying Ripcord’s subconscious affection for Scarlett. Cyberviper completely ignores it.
Cyberviper: We can’t have Joes interrupting our work here! We’ve had too many visitors as it is! Put the base on full alert. I’ll inform Firestrike. He’ll want to talk to the Overlord so get him on the line, priority clearance venom. I want updates every ten minutes. You got all that?
Tele-viper: Yes sir!
The Tele-viper gets to work. Soon the Cyberviper is back with Firestrike.
Cyberviper: Any news on his movements?
Tele-viper: He’s headed this way… except the Joes have him blindfolded and tied up. The man has no idea what’s going on so I have no further information aside from his location.
Firestrike: Hmmmm, the Joes must know exactly what they are doing… Send some Tucaro’s to intercept. Ensure that no harm comes to this Joe. If Ripcord is killed then we’ll know even less than we do now and Joes don’t sacrifice their own. They can’t be too far away from him…
Cyberviper: Have you reached the Overlord?
Tele-viper: Yes. He awaits a status report.
Firestrike: On screen.
Soon the Overlord is staring at them.
Overlord: You have a positive ID on Joes in the area?
Firestrike: Yes, Overlord.
Overlord: It seems there’s damn Joes all over this continent… it was always just a matter of time, but they are too late!
Firestrike: I assure you that no harm will come to our project. We are so close now…
Overlord: It had better not. If you wish to supplant Firefly as our chief weapons designer, you’d better not let the Joes interfere. They’ve already derailed Firefly’s latest project so now is your chance to step up and make a name for yourself.
Firestrike: It’s not the Joes I’m worried about. We had a visitor earlier today. He’s still here…
Overlord: Who?
Firestrike: Storm Shadow… At least he had all the credentials to be Storm Shadow. I thought all the Cobra clones were killed but he had official clearance. We had to let him in but what his business is, he’s not saying.
Overlord: Clearance? Hmmmm, that must be the Storm Shadow that’s been associating with the Joker…
Firestrike: I was under the impression that the Joker was no longer a problem.
Overlord: He’s not. He’s still safely locked up and the Decepticons have removed his cerebro-shell and any influence he was somehow able to gain over it… However, he may still have ties to this ‘Storm Shadow’ we don’t know about. With the Joker, you can never be too careful. Watch him closely, but beware! He is still highly dangerous! I don’t want him getting near project ‘Deviant’. I’m transmitting orders right now that will command Storm Shadow to assist you with the defense of the base. If he doesn’t comply, treat him like he’s an enemy. You have my authorization to use whatever means necessary to make him comply. This project must not be compromised!
Firestrike: I have the utmost faith in our defense stratagem.
Overlord: Good. Do not fail me. Overlord out…
After the dead Tele-viper is cast into a corner, Barbecue calms down a little
Dataframe: This must be the signal control room to the cerebro-shells!
Barbecue: Ah damned cerrrrrrrrebro-shells!
Dataframe: I don’t know how you knew to find this place but you are one lucky deranged fireman! Just look at all those mind-controlled natives! They blanket the whole north of the rain forest. I’m going to work on shutting down the signal.
Barbecue raises his bloody axe
Barbecue: I’ll doo it quickerrr! I’ll tear this place apart!
Dataframe: No! I have a better idea…
Dataframe reaches down the back of his pants. After a quick grunt, he’s holding a small flashdrive
Barbecue: What the bloody hell?
Dataframe: If you just destroy the hardware, they can replace it, but if you corrupt the software with the right virus…
He plugs the flashdrive into the computer and begins furiously typing
Dataframe: Now the data will be gone forever!
Barbecue: You keep a flash drrrrrrive up yer arse?
Dataframe: Well I can’t exactly plug in my pecker… I wrote this code back when I was with the Pentagon. It’s a virus so destructive that they didn’t even want it to exist! They tried to destroy it but I kept a copy. I always knew it would come in handy someday… Now watch the door and make sure nobody comes in here. This is going to take a while…
Then Dataframe sees his laptop on a table nearby
Dataframe: Ha! There it is… I bet that sorry bastard was looking at this when you were screaming and running around the hallways! There’s security cams everywhere! You are a lucky son of a bitch!
Barbecue: I canna believe you keep a flashdrive stuck up yer arse…
Dataframe: And I can’t believe that the Joes keep a completely insane guy on the team. Hey look! Looks like they got Recondo too.
Barbecue: Can we control the Turcarrrros from in here? We could free ‘em!
Dataframe: Until my virus shuts down the signal, we can control everyone! Then the shells will eject themselves. Just give me a minute to figure out the controls, so watch the door, will ya?
Barbecue: I’ll cut the ‘ead off any bastard that darrrrrrrres to walk in the roooom!
Dataframe: I’m sure you will fireman… I’m sure you will.
Meanwhile Croc master has been unable to find any trace of Duke, Scarlett or Outback. He has returned to a snoozing Ripcord with a plan. He wakes Ripcord up with a kick to the balls
Croc master: Wake up!! You Joes are pissin me off!
Ripcord: Ooooomph!! Wha… what’s going on?
Croc master: This is what’s going on!
He pulls his 44 magnum out of his leg holster
Croc master: I’m gonna blow your head clean off in the count of three if none of your Joe buddies get out here and surrender!!!
All the Tucaros around look stunned and brain dead
Croc master: I said surrender dammit! I’m serious!
Croc master cocks the trigger
Ripcord: Holy shit!
Outback watches but doesn’t reveal himself. However, Ripcords predicament has been noticed by Dataframe and Barbecue. Dataframe scrambles quickly to control all the Tucaros
Croc master: ONE!!!
Ripcord: Wait!
Barbecue: Hurry up!
Dataframe: I’m tryin’!
Croc master: TWO!!!
Outback watches, still does nothing to reveal his close proximity
Barbecue: Scrrrrrrrew it!
Barbecue elbows Dataframe away and takes the controls
Croc master: THREE!!!
On the C-130 to South America, Alpha and Bravo team wait for their respective deployments. Beachhead, Alpha team's squad leader, does roll call for both teams. At first Beachhead merely passes off Dataframe as being Mainframe's new codename.
Beachhead: Mainfame? Where you been?
Dataframe: Hold on a tick! I’m not Mainframe! I’m Dataframe! I’m Mainframe’s older brother!
Beachhead: Jesus H Christ! You’re his older brother? You must be pushin’ sixty!
Dataframe: I’m older than sixty, have under 10% body fat, can bench press over 300, can keep a six minute mile pace for over ten miles, and can probably whip your ass!
Beachhead: Hmmm, we’ll see about that!
Wild Bill: Whoa! Pards! Hold up! We don’t have time for this! ETA to Alpha’s drop is under ten!
After the HISS V and Deviant make a hasty retreat, Duke and Scarlett enter the base. They find their way to the control room where Recondo and his wife, along with Outback and Ripcord, join Barbecue and Dataframe. Duke smiles upon seeing his unit intact and his mission accomplished.
Recondo: The Tucaros will protect us and help us setup an extraction site.
Duke: Well done men! I’m glad to see that everything worked out. It’ll be awhile before Cobra will want to show its scaly face in this area.
Dataframe: Let’s hope so. Before my virus destroyed their systems, they were developing ‘Transformer’ grade vehicles and converting elite Tucaros warriors into Jungle Vipers! I’m afraid shutting down the cerebro-shells won’t help them… They’ve been changed far beyond that. They were connected to the system, but not controlled by it. They were able to read the minds and control Tucaros too, but not anymore. All in all, I’d still say we gave Cobra a stiff punch in the balls on this one!
Barbecue: Hell ya! Now I want some Mac Donalds! Rrrecondo! Get some of those Native bastards to get me some Mac Donalds!
Recondo: Might be a little hard in this neck of the woods old buddy.
Barbecue: I do ‘na care! I want some!!
While the others talk, Ripcord notices that Scarlett is staring at Duke
Ripcord: You ok, red?
Scarlett pauses before answering. Her time with Duke rekindled old feelings but she knows that she must move on.
Scarlett: I’m fine Ripcord. I’m fine…
Ripcord: Um, so when you guys first implanted that cerebro-shell, what did you guys read in my mind? Cause whatever it was, I’m sure it was just uhhhh… uhhh…
Scarlett: Shut up and kiss me, Rip!!
Ripcord: Say what???
Duke can’t help but notice them kiss
Before Taylor knows what she's done, Ron Kong falls to the ground.
Airborne: Holy shit! You shot him!
Taylor: Wha… Was I not supposed to?
Scarlett: Check to see if he’s still alive!
Meanwhile a naked Ripcord continues to writhe in pain from Ron Kong's attack.
Ripcord: Oh my balls...
After hypothesizing that the cerebro-shelled Tucaro is part of an insidious Cobra plot to create a jungle defense full of slaves, Bravo team decides to go back to find Ron Kong, the supposed “King of the Tucaros’. They wonder if Ron’s strange behavior is a result of being implanted with a cerebro-shell himself. As they double back to the shack Ron Kong proclaimed a ‘Tucaro village’, Taylor is having trouble coming to grips with the fact that she killed an innocent man.
Airborne: Hey… There there. You did good. You have good instincts. You’re turning into a great soldier.
Taylor: I killed an innocent man on my first mission…
Airborne: That’s no way to look at it; if he had shot you, I’d have done the same! There was no time for wrong or right, just survival, and you saved everyone’s life! Think about that, ok?
Taylor: I’ll try…
Airborne: Now just be ready for anything. It might not be Ron Kong who hears us, and even if it is, he could still be dangerous… Just be ready. Calm, but ready…
Taylor: Ok… I am… I am.
Just as Taylor exhales to calm her nerves, Ron Kong jumps out of the bushes. He looks even more crazed than normal! He points at the Joes, hellfire once again raging in his eyes.
Ron Kong: YOU!!! YOU!!!
Scarlet: Ron! Wait! We want to talk!
Ron Kong: AAAAAAHHHHHH
Ron Kong charges the group. Before Ripcord can react, Ron Kong kicks him in the junk as he smashes Dataframe in the face with his femur club! Before Scarlett, Barbecue, or Airborne pounce on Ron, Taylor takes matters into her own hands!
Ripcord's quick thinking saves Bravo team from the snakes, however he unwittingly leads them into a muddy quicksand quagmire! Scarlett orders them to hold hands as they try and make their way to safety. She attaches a rope to a crossbow bolt and fires. She manages to secure a line but the line is cut! They are sinking fast with Ripcord and Barbecue becoming almost completely submerged. Then help comes from an unlikely source. A hand juts out of the bushes extending out a large femur for Scarlett to grab onto!
To make amends for not returning to base, Ripcord volunteers to have the cerebro-shell that was extracted from the dead Tucaro's brain implanted into his own with the hopes that they can trace the signal back to where Cobra is broadcasting them. After being successfully implanted with a cerebro-shell, Ripcord comes back to consciousness
Ripcord: Hey… hey guys…
Scarlett: Ripcord, are you ok?
Ripcord: I’m fine Scarlett. Killer headache though… What hit me?
Recondo immediately notices something.
Recondo: Look! We can see ourselves through his eyes!
Duke: And I bet all of Cobra is looking too. Close your eyes Ripcord!
Ripcord: I don’t get it? What’s happening?
Duke: Just close ‘em! That’s an order!
Ripcord does as ordered and closes his eyes
Scarlett: Rip, you’ve been implanted with a…
Suddenly Duke covers Scarlett’s mouth.
Duke: Don’t tell him! I’m sorry Ripcord, but we are going to have to blindfold you and plug your ears.
Ripcord: What? Why? What happened to me? What’s wrong?
Outback gets to work blindfolding Ripcord.
Duke: Let’s just say that you’ve become a liability to this mission. I wish there was another way but until we can be sure of anything, we can’t take any chances.
Ripcord: (The fear evident in his face) Scarlett?
Scarlett grabs Ripcord’s shoulder and squeezes it.
Scarlett: I’m here Rip. I’m here…
Duke talks quietly to Dataframe.
Duke: So how far away is that signal broadcasting?
Dataframe: Luckily not that far; about a full days hustle... But don’t forget that whoever is monitoring Ripcord’s thoughts can pinpoint his exact location. He doesn’t need to see anything through Ripcord’s eyes to know where we are. Ripcord knows he’s with us, and that’s enough to give them all the information they need. Look.., this cerebro-shell transmits everything in Ripcord’s mind. It’s up to the user to know how to control it. If I had different software, I could make him dance the boogaloo with his pecker tucked between his legs in front of the President!
Recondo: It’s not safe to leave him anywhere…
Outback finishes stripping Ripcord of weapons has him blindfolded with his ears plugged and his hands tied.
Outback: It’s a lot safer now. If he goes psycho, there’s not going to be much he can do.
Dataframe: But there’s no way we can sneak into a Cobra base with him around!
Duke: Now that we have the coordinates, I don’t suppose there’s anyway to take the shell out is there?
Dataframe: Not without him being dead. I have no idea what taking a live shell out of a live brain would do to his mind. Besides, with all due respect sir, I’m a technical specialist, not a damn doctor!
Barbecue: I could try cutting his head off in the way that it could be put back on. I have’na dunnit before but if Storm shadow can do it, it cannaw be too harrrrrrd.
Scarlett: That’s not going to happen Barbecue.
Duke: Once we get closer to the base, we’ll split up. Outback, I’ll need you to take care of Ripcord. The heat is going to be coming down on you, and that will be the diversion we need to sneak right in.
Outback: So I gotta keep me and Ripcord alive right next to the snake den with the spot light shining right on me? Sounds like fun…
Duke: If anyone can do it…
Dataframe: Ha! Look at this! I can access different levels of consciousness in his mind! This is his subconscious!
Duke: I don’t think you should be doing that…
Suddenly an image appears on the laptop of Ripcord and Scarlett.
Dataframe: Looks like he likes you, red!
The gun fires and suddenly Ripcord jukes out of the way, delivering a quick kick to Croc master's sternum. The bullet just misses Ripcord’s head
Ripcord: (Sounding reminiscent of Liu Kang) Hawha hawha hawha!!
Ripcord delivers a flurry of quick jabs to Croc master’s face, stunning the larger foe. Ripcord finishes by deliver a massive uppercut that sends Croc master flying back a few feet. Just as the large reptile trainer gets back to his feet, Ripcord delivers a jump kick from a seemingly impossible distance
Ripcord: WOOOOOOOOAAAAA!!!
Croc master falls to the ground unconscious. Before Ripcord even knows what happened, Croc master’s two crocs, Brad and Angelina move into attack. Two shots ring out and instantly both Crocs are dead
Ripcord: Whaa… whoa! Did you just see my kung-fu?
Outback comes down from a tree
Outback: I just saved your ass from those crocodiles…
Ripcord: Uh, thanks… Hey, where were you when Croc master was about to turn my head into a fine red mist?
Outback: I knew you’d handle it…
Ripcord: But what if I didn’t?
Outback: You did.
Ripcord: But what if I… Yeah, I guess I did handle it. I am one bad ass mofo after all! Hey... why are these Tucaros just standing around?
In the control room of the Cerebro-broadcast base, Dataframe is impressed with how Barbecue took control of Ripcord
Dataframe: Nice moves fireman! Where’d you learn ‘em?
Barbecue: Playin’ mortalll Kombat with Zakk. I can beat that bloody bastard everrrry time!! I tried to do a ‘Babality’ but it didn’t bloody work!
Dataframe: Alright, well let me back at those controls. I got an idea for all these Tucaros…
The Joes are desperate, Cobra Commander was able to fool them and they don’t have more information, now the Joes seek without having a clear idea of where to drop the Drones, but send them to look for is better than doing nothing.
In addition, Hawk tries to contact the Russians to solve the problem of Dataframe, but no response.
Also, the spy can not help more because inside Cobra organization are on high alert after Cobra Commander’s assassination attempt.
(see the first post for description)
Meanwhile Bravo team continues their march through the Amazon. Seeing a massive anaconda blocking their path, Barbecue charges forward with his axe! In the same instant, Ripcord alerts the others that there are more snakes right above them!
Dataframe is sent to Russia, obtaining important information on the steps of Cobra Commander in this region, but that information should be submitted in person to Hawk.
(see the first post for description)
Back in the control room, Dataframe furiously works away on the computer. Then Cyberviper returns with Firestrike. They see Barbecue and Dataframe as soon as the Joes see them and both parties are surprised
Firestrike: How did…
Barbecue: AHHHHH!!
Barbecue's axe hits Firestike in the head, but shatters over his helmet, stunning the Cobra explosives expert
Barbecue: Blooody Hell!!!
Dataframe: Keep them out of here!!
Bravo team has no choice but to move on from the fact that Ripcord, dressed up in Airborne's uniform, didn't go back to base as ordered. Their attention then focuses to the task of using a signal from a cerebro-shell to trace where Cobra is broadcasting the mind controlling signals from. Duke wants to know if Dataframe is able to use the cerebro-shell extracted from the dead Tucaro to accomplish this plan.
Dataframe: Hmmmm… I think I can do this general, but I’ve got some bad news…
Duke: What is it?
Dataframe: The cerebro-shell has to be implanted so it’ll become active. Otherwise, there’s no signal to trace. One of us is going to have to have one of these implanted in their noggin…
Barbecue: Maybe we can just capture a Tucarrrrrrrro! Trace his signal!
Dataframe: It won’t work. I can’t get the computer to get a read on the shell unless I can get hands on. That means one way or another, we have to implant one.
Barbecue: Aye still say we capture a Tucarrrrrrro!
Duke: We won’t be doing that. It’ll have to be one of us. I’ll do it…
Scarlett: You can’t be serious! You’re a general! You know too much to be implanted by a cerebro-shell!
Ripcord: Can we even implant one of those things? Can it be done?
Dataframe: It’s easy. All we have to do is break the skin. The shell does all the work.
Ripcord: Yeah, but we don’t know everything about those things! HM hasn’t been the same since he got shelled…
Dataframe: So then I say we implant you! You’re not even supposed to be here!
Scarlett: We aren’t nominating anybody. It has to be a volunteer. I’ll…
Ripcord: No! I’ll do it… I’ll do it.
Duke: Are you sure, Ripcord?
Ripcord: Yeah… I’ll do it.
Ripcord looks directly at Scarlett.
Ripcord: What’s the worst that could happen? Right?
Immediately they get to work to implant the shell. They gather around for the shell implantation.
Ripcord: So how are you guys going to do this?
Barbecue: I say we shove it up his arse!
Dataframe: We could, but I gotta attach leads to this thing and that’ll be much too queer for me. We’ll cut open the back of his neck.
Ripcord: Don’t cut too deeply now…
Dataframe: Shut up...
Dataframe makes a small incision with his knife. Ripcord keeps his eyes on Scarlett the whole time)
Ripcord: Is it in yet?
Dataframe: No… It’s not going in like I thought… Oh wait! There it goes! Amazing!
The shell disappears under the base of Ripcord’s skull.
Duke: Get those leads hooked up soldier!
Dataframe: Yes General…
Back with bravo team, after working feverishly to stabilize Ron Kong's vitals, Scarlett uses Taylor's computer to call CORPS HQ. She reports the news about the cerebro-shelled Tucaro's and decides that Taylor, Ripcord, and Airborne will be sent back to base (along with the injured Ron Kong), while herself, Dataframe and Barbecue will remain to try and find the source of the signal controlling the cerebro-shells and free the enslaved Tucaro's.
Ripcord protests his removal from the mission fiercely.
Scarlett: Why are you doing this? We can’t be friends if it affects your performance with the team. I can’t have you disrespecting orders.
Ripcord: I know… It’s just that… just that…
Scarlett: What?
Ripcord: You have to know what it is! I… I like you Scarlett… a lot. In fact, I haven’t cared this much about someone in a real long time.
Scarlett: The team and the mission comes first… No matter what.
Ripcord: I don’t think that’s what you used to say to Duke or Snake Eyes…
Help arrives far faster than any of them could possibly fathom, prompting Bravo team to wonder if their encrypted communication was intercepted? The communication codes check out and Scarlett ventures out into a clearing to see the new high speed chopper, the Dragonhawk XH1, along with Outback and Recondo, descending from the sky.
While Barbecue, Dataframe are captured and Jungle Viper stalks Recondo, Outback has his own problems.
The GI Joe survival specialist has been charged with the task of watching over Ripcord, who with the cerebro-shell implanted in his brain, is being used as a decoy to lure the Tucaro hunting parties away from the Cobra base. Ripcord, still completely unaware of the situation and his true role in the mission, is relieved when Outback takes off his blindfold and ear plugs.
Ripcord: Oh man, thank you Outback!
Outback: Don’t mention it.
Ripcord: Why won’t anyone tell me what’s going on? Where are the others?
Outback: I’ll tell you later. If you want to stay alive, you’ll have to do exactly what I say. Got it?
Ripcord: Got it.
Outback: You tired?
Ripcord: Oh man, you have no idea. Dead tired…
Outback: Then find a comfy tree and go to sleep. Just forget about me and have sweet dreams.
Ripcord: You sure? Where are the others?
Outback: Just do what I say. I’ll handle the rest.
Ripcord: If you say so man…
He sits down and tries to rest.
Ripcord: I just really wish that…
He quickly notices that Outback is nowhere to be seen.
Outback: (Hiding somewhere) Go to sleep! You’re going to need it…
As fatigued as he is, Ripcord finally drifts off to sleep, As he rests Outback is kept busy evading the numerous Tucaro hunting parties searching specifically for him. It’s a long night filled with several close calls, but Outback outfoxes them all, not resorting to violence once as he keeps an eye on the Turcaro’s watching Ripcord.
While Recondo is apprehended outside of the base, Barbecue and Dataframe have been put in cuffs and taken into the base by Cobra Officer and Range Viper. Custody of the prisoners is then given over to a pair of Street Vipers who are mistakenly believed to be Elite Vipers by Cobra Officer. The Street Vipers try to explain that they are merely there to courier information to Storm Shadow but the Cobra Officer won't hear their protests and they are forced to comply. The Street Vipers escort Barbecue and Dataframe deep into the base to the holding cells. Before they get there, Dataframe has seen enough; he breaks the silence
Dataframe: You know something Fireman?
Street Viper 1: No talking!
Barbecue: Woot?
Street Viper 1: I said no talking!
Dataframe: This… is starting… to… ugh…
Street Viper 2: Hey! What are you doing? Hold still!
Dataframe: … piss…me… off! AH!!
He breaks free of his handcuffs and charges the Street Vipers! He headbutts one of them while giving a savage running lariat to the other! They both go down and he quickly stomps on both their necks
Barbecue: Not bad! How did you do that? These cuffs are made of metal!
Dataframe: Because I’m fucking strong, that’s how! Notice those clowns weren’t armed? Now why don’t we go find that axe of yours and have some fun, ok?
As Recondo's team begins to move out, the bushes around them start to rustle
Recondo: I said be quiet!
Barbecue: It’s not me you bloody frrrruit!
Then a wooden cage drops down from the trees and traps them!
Barbecue: Bloody ‘ell!!!
A dark figure emerges from right beside them and is quickly flanked by a Cobra Officer and a Range Viper
Cobra Officer: Drop your weapons!
Range Viper: Or your dead meat!
Dataframe: Son of a bitch!
Barbecue: This cage will never hold me! I’ll cut through with me axe!
Cobra Officer: Do it and die Joe!
Range Viper: Hand over that computer old man!
Dataframe: Come and get it scum bag!
Jungle Viper: Wait! The jungle whispers to me… There was three of them… And the one missing is named… Recondo… Recondo! Yes, very interesting… Get those prisoners back to base. I’ll find Recondo… I know exactly how to deal with him…
The Jungle Viper melts into the darkness
Dataframe: Recondo’s gonna tear you a new one, you pupil missing sideshow freak!
Barbecue: Yeah! He’s gonna frrree us! And then I’m gonna gut you like a fish!
Cobra Officer: Save it Joe. That’s a Jungle Viper. He’s no ordinary man. You’ve never seen anything like him. He was perched beside you this whole time and you didn’t have a clue.
Range Viper: If it were possible for him, I think he’s even gonna have some fun with this.
Cobra Officer: Your comrade has no chance against a Jungle Viper! He owns the jungle. Your friend is as good as ours!
After a quick search of the area, Scarlett quickly patches up Airborne and the team convenes around the body that Taylor shot down from the trees
Ripcord: That’s not Ron Kong… is it?
Scarlett: I don’t think so, but he does look native.
Dataframe: Nice shot kid! Clean kill with one shot!
Barbecue: I should still cut off his ‘ead!
Scarlett: Cool it Henry the 8th… Look...
She points to a small hole in the base of the bodies head.
Scarlett: Taylor only fired one shot. It entered the sternum and there’s the corresponding exit wound in the back.
Ripcord: Maybe the bullet hit a bone and split, caused two exit wounds. It can happen…
Scarlett: But this wound at the base of the skull is semi healed already.
Taylor: I can’t believe it… I killed him.
Airborne: And good thing you did. He almost killed me! That was a great shot.
Taylor: I… I…
Airborne: You did good. You did good…
Scarlett: I think I know what this is…
Suddenly Scarlett digs her hand deep into the wound.
Ripcord: Aww nasty! What are you doin’?
Scarlett: Hold on a sec…
Barbecue: Pull out his brrrrrain!!
Scarlett: I’m not pulling out his brain… I’m pulling out… This!
Ripcord: A cerebroshell!
Barbecue: AHHHHHH!!!!
Dataframe can't believe that Barbecue is just screaming and recklessly running around the Cobra base waving his axe around, but the grizzled soldier has no choice other than to follow
Before he knows it Barbecue finds himself in the bases control room. A Tele-viper is there, turning away from the computer screens to see what all the yelling is about. Before he knows what happened, Barbecue splits his head open with his axe
Dataframe: Whoa! I think you got him…
Recondo, as skilled as he is in surviving in the jungle, is amazed that he still hasn’t been caught. Regardless of his good fortune, he’s well aware of the fact that he is no closer to breaking into the base, rescuing Barbecue and Dataframe, and finding out what happened to his wife. He continues to press on, as the jungle becomes so dense everything is bathed in darkness. Suddenly a sight beyond his wildest dreams stops him dead in his tracks and makes every molecule in his being completely incredulous.
Recondo: Boomballaballaballa moo’falla? Is that you?
Recondo’s wife stands there, merely staring back blankly. Instantly Recondo figures that she must be cerebro-shelled and that this is a trap, but he doesn’t care. He approaches his wife.
Recondo: What have they done to you?
A Jungle Viper, along with a gang of Tucaros, emerges from the darkness
Jungle Viper: Nothing that won’t be done soon enough to you…
Recondo: If she’s been cerebro-shelled, I’ll kill you all with my bare hands!
Jungle Viper: We’ve all been cerebro-shelled. Cobra owns these jungles now and everything in it. Even the very trees are alive and the forest people follow Cobra. I am a living extension of that power. I am of the first of a new breed of Tucaro. What was once Tucaro is now Cobra… You, me, and your wife as well; all of us! You will surrender and join us, be with your wife, and be one with the jungle. Your calling has arrived and you have no choice!
Okay, technically this figure is called "Dataframe" because Hasbro lost the copyright to Mainframe. but I refuse to call him that, it doesn't even make sense!
He's a pretty cool figure, a guy who seems a lot more relevant on the battlefield now than he did in 1986!
I believe the Devil's Due series killed him off along with Flash in an attack on Cobra Island.
An interesting character, we usually think of Leatherneck and Gung Ho as being the Joe team's only Marines, but according to his filecard, Mainframe first joined the Army, then later the Marines before becoming a Joe.
In the cartoon he actually developed a romance with Zarana of all people!
I always tell myself I'm more of a Cobra lover than a Joe fan, yet I find myself buying an awful lot of Joes these days as opposed to Cobras.
This 2 pack is a good deal if you can find it (I couldn't I got mine online). Mainframe is (so far) exclusive to this pack (although so far similar such "exclusive" comic pack figs have found their way onto individual cards or been repackaged with vehicles) and thsi version fo beachhead is quite different from the previous 25th anniversary release. In my mind, he's better.
Using the coordinates given through tracking the signal in Ripcord's cerebro-shell, Bravo Team has located the Cobra base transmitting the cerebro-shell signals. Completely aware that Cobra can now track them as well, Duke has split up his squad into three groups.
Recondo, Dataframe and Barbecue are sent to scout out the main entrance, while Duke plans to search out a back entrance with Scarlett. Outback is tasked with having to stay with Ripcord and somehow ensure his safety, even though the Cobras and the cerebro-shelled Tucaros will be swarming to them. Bravo Teams main objective is to break into the bunker and somehow disable the main signal controlling cerebro-shells.
Using his intimate knowledge of the Tucaro’s and their hunting methods, Recondo guides Dataframe and Barbecue past the numerous Turcaro sentries, to within sight of the main entrance. As expected, they find the base on full alert.
As Ron Kong is carried on a stretcher, Scarlett and Dataframe rush to greet Duke, who departs the cockpit of the Dragonhawk XH1. Much to his dismay, Ripcord watches Scarlett's enthusiasm in greeting their new arrival.
Recondo scurries quickly through the dark jungle, well aware that Cobras must be in hot pursuit. Even as he hurries, he’s sure to scan the landscape for evidence of Tucaros so that he can still steer clear of them. His mind races, wondering how those Cobras and that cage seemingly popped out of nowhere. He knows that as a jungle specialist, it was his fault that Barbecue and Dataframe got caught.
As always, his thoughts also contain questions of what has become of his wife. He keeps moving, knowing that once he settles down, whomever it was that snuck up on him will find him again. He keeps moving, his senses keen on every detail, his mind focused on rescuing his friends. Regardless of his faith in his own abilities, he has a bad feeling about this.
Optimus Prime consults with General Hawk and the current Director of Shield about the potential threat the Transformers pose to the world.
Recondo: We’re here… but the snakes are on high alert. Not unexpected… We’re going to have to wait until dark.
Dataframe: Then what? We aren’t exactly carrying much heat. I just have a fuckin’ pistol!
Recondo: In the dark we might have a chance.
Dataframe: And we’re going to camp this close to the base?
Recondo: Any further away and we’ll be found by the Turcaro’s. Their security sweeps don’t seem to be coming this close to the base. They won’t think to look for us here.
Barbecue: That only means they must ‘ave someone else guardin’ hearrrrrrrrrr!
Recondo: We’ll have to take our chances till dark. There’s no other place the Tucaros won’t find us.
Barbercue: Then suppose’n we make it to dark… then we cut off ‘er ‘eads with me axe?
Recondo: Something like that…
They stay quiet until nightfall. The guard detail outside of the base remain diligent in their duties.
Recondo: Ok, time to move… Follow me and keep quiet.
At long last Ron Kong has lead Bravo team to his Tucaro village to clean up and get resupplied. Instantly Dataframe wonders what's up?
Dataframe: That’s not a village! That’s a fucking shack!
Barbecue: Bloody hell! Why’d we walk this far? I just shoulda hosed everyone down and killed this bastard!
Scarlett: What’s going on here Mr Kong? I don’t see a village.
With no Tucaro's or supplies in sight, the Joes continue to bombard Ron Kong with questions. Once again he refuses to give a straightforward answer.
Bravo team can only guess what Ron Kong is up to.
Using Python and Apache Spark, quickly read the ADSB data from a CSV file into a dataframe, capture only the flights that are landing/departing at CYYZ, and finally the flights that have "looped" at least once. Save this to individual CSV files representing each flight (and leg of a multi-stop flight if present), and finally generate the KML files such that it can be imported into Google Maps.
The Drone was able to detect a location with enough movement, and there is full of Crimson Guards,... that's good news.
Dataframe information was very accurate, the information obtained in Russia before being captured, was given by Destro’s spy.
(see the first post for description)
Dataframe has a bew head on Duke v1 (Battle Pack #1) torso, Flint v2 (w8) arms, and Snake Eyes (Battle Pack #1) legs
Beachhead uses Beachhead's (carded w2) body with a new head sculpt and webgear. He also comes with an extra head and a scarf originally seen with the Desert Assault Major Bludd.
As soon as Dataframe gets Barbecue's cuffs off, Barbecue sprints down the hallway in search of his axe
Barbecue: ME AXE!!!
Dataframe: Slow down you crazy Fireman!
Barbecue barges into a door-less chamber
Barbecue: ME AXE!!!
There’s no one inside, but their weapons were left on the floor. Barbecue instantly grabs his axe
Dataframe: You crazy son of a bitch! How’d you know where to find our weapons?
Barbecue pays no attention to Dataframe and just stares it his axe
Barbecue: ME AXE!!!
Dataframe retrieves his pistol however, his laptop is nowhere to be seen
Dataframe: Quiet down psycho! You’re going to get us killed!
Barbecue: AHHHHHH
He sprints off back through the base. Once again, Dataframe is forced to follow