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Depends on what you want, really. Personally, I'd rather control one of my own characters rather then some NPC, if you wanted to interact with me. Otherwise, you just focus on writing a story on your own, controlling both your character and your NPC.
Heh... is this a RP or a chat thread?
You 'em! Lets get rolling!
You 'em! Lets get rolling!
When the accepted party's were made aware of who made it in, Louie was one of the first to be told. He was excited, though not knowing some certain backdoor politics that got them in so easily. Regardless though, he was still eager to see how things would get going. Having never been in a real mech fight, and according to the lineup they it wouldn't be too long until he had his first taste of it. In the meantime he was wandering around, not really sure what to do in the intervening time.
Should I check on the machine? Apparently you're supposed to do that before a match or something... he thought as he began making his way to where he remembered the garages where, massive bays where the mechs were kept, while the area was supplied by the federation you had to bring your own resources and teams to work with. Though again being funded by a massive corporation did have it's perks in this area as well. As he walked into the staff entrance, flashing the guard the ID he was supplied with, he saw all the serious looking engineers looking over seemingly serious papers with serious looks while carrying serious looking tools. In the very back of the hangar were where the mechs actually were, currently they were docked with a number of scaffolds around them for the technicians to access whatever parts that needed work to be done on.
Overall it gave a single feeling: Everything was expensive and you shouldn't be poking around here. This was made even more evident by the experience Louie was having right now.
A piece of chalk whistled past his ear and smashed into the wall by him, atomizing itself on impact. He inhaled some of the leftover dust and managed to get himself into a coughing fit.
"What do you think you're doing here?" A somewhat nasally and demanding voice said. Louie looked around to see who it belonged to, and saw that apparently it was a relatively young girl, around 19, who was currently yelling at him. She had brown eyes and long brown hair that came down in two separate braids, she was wearing a plain white shirt and brown pants on, both had some stains of engine grease or machine oil on them a few spots. "Useless guards let a hobo in here... can someone chuck some change out the window? Maybe he'll jump out after it" she said, giving a scornful laugh. She seemed to be unheard by the other engineers, resulting in a scowl. "Anyways get lost, we're busy"
"W-wait!" Louie finally managed to wheeze out, "I can be here, I'm the pilot!"
This incited only a blank stare from the girl. "What." Was all she could say.
"No really! I got the ID and everything saying it..." he said as he fished around in his pocket and pulled it out, and indeed it did say that he was one of the pilots for STD.
"I'm... just.... what. You?!" She said, finally snapping out of her stupor as Louie started to walk towards the Astaroth. Rika was keeping stride with him, still not wanting to believe this.
"Waitwaitwait... they're letting BUMS pilot my work now? STD doesnt give me proper credit for my work and now they let monkeys work them!" She said, getting highly animated as she talked.
"Hey, dont worry! It's not like I'll ruin your machine, but it seems so well built that nobody could put it down for long" he said, nodding at the solid looking machine.
The girl was taken aback momentarily by this sudden compliment, but she suddenly seemed to enjoy this swing in conversation to compliment her work. "Yes, it is isnt it? And if I had my way everyone would be able to recognize the work of Rika like they would a Picasso" she said, radiating pride.
"Rika, huh? Well I guess it's good to finally meet who put this together. But we'll really have to put it to the test soon when we have our first battle today"
The girl scoffed "Please, with these new adjustments anyone could win, let me show you" she said as she reached up and yanked him down by the collar of his shirt and she began to explain the machinations of the mech.
Frann had noticed the scene unfold as he had followed a good 10 meters behind Louie the entire time, as everyone was busy, and Rika and Louie were looking over the Astaroth, Frann saw the Sleiphnir, and climbed into the cockpit, with a grin, he then activated it, and turned on the wrist mounted plasma cannons, shooting the blank metal wall in front of him a good hundred times in 10 seconds, as the engineers and guards fell into a panic, Frann of course was laughing his mentally perturbed effeminate ass off.
Dr. Ivan was back at his own personal garage, angrily yanking and toiling away at his mech, wire cutters in one hand, a box of nuts, bolts, wires, and screws next to him, a wrench in another, and pliers caught in his mouth. Swiftly, with the precision of a master, he was squatting down on the front of his mech, on a suspended platform, toiling away. "How dare that child tell me that he could so easily best my mech! I'll show him!" He said, his voice muffled by the pliers in his mouth as he quickly went away, adding a new modification to his mech.
kevin climbed all over his mech making sure that there were no gaps in the armour, that the ball joints were properly connected and that their detachment button worked and that all the wires were properly wired and connected.
after about 12 hours all the checks were made and he knew that all the controls in the cockpit did what they were meant to do (cockpit is on the head just to make it clear to everyone), he then waited to see who he would have to fight. wonder why no one has heard of me, I mean my family have been building mechs for many generations and I have already worked on more then one hundred mechs, to people carer that much about who designs mechs over who actually builds them he pondered.
after about 12 hours all the checks were made and he knew that all the controls in the cockpit did what they were meant to do (cockpit is on the head just to make it clear to everyone), he then waited to see who he would have to fight. wonder why no one has heard of me, I mean my family have been building mechs for many generations and I have already worked on more then one hundred mechs, to people carer that much about who designs mechs over who actually builds them he pondered.
While Rika was going into the high technicalities of the mechas standards, Louie had no idea what the hell she was going on about. Words such as flux capacitor, coolant seals, and rocket trajectory's started to lull him into a daze. But what broke him out of it was a good amount of screaming and Rika's swearing.
Louie quickly turned to look at the source of the chaos and saw how it was the Sleipnir that was firing it a wall and seemed to be emanating a very girlish laugh.
"Is that... Fran in there?"
"Not for long he wont!" Rika responded as she seemed to be shuffling about through a small box for. "Fran, you may want to get out of there... I dont think this-"
"Here we go!" Rika cut him off with as she produced what looked like a small remote, pressing a button there was a hissing noise and nothing seemed to happen... before suddenly the chest burst open and launched the cockpit into the adjacent wall with a crash before falling to the ground, a moment later the parachute came out.
"There, you brainless drones. Let it be shown that never have a bunch of overpaid idiots do a girls job. Now clean up this mess, chop chop!" She yelled at the group of workers, who started to do as she said. She came over to Louie and jabbed him in the chest with the end of a wrench "You. Get ready, you're showcasing one of my works within the hour and if you make a mess of things I will personaly crack your head open with a monkey wrench, got it?" She said, and looked to mean every word of it. Louie gulped and nodded affirmatively.
"Good... now to deal with that blonde nuisance..." she muttered before stomping off to Fran, who was already being helped out by three workers.
Louie quickly turned to look at the source of the chaos and saw how it was the Sleipnir that was firing it a wall and seemed to be emanating a very girlish laugh.
"Is that... Fran in there?"
"Not for long he wont!" Rika responded as she seemed to be shuffling about through a small box for. "Fran, you may want to get out of there... I dont think this-"
"Here we go!" Rika cut him off with as she produced what looked like a small remote, pressing a button there was a hissing noise and nothing seemed to happen... before suddenly the chest burst open and launched the cockpit into the adjacent wall with a crash before falling to the ground, a moment later the parachute came out.
"There, you brainless drones. Let it be shown that never have a bunch of overpaid idiots do a girls job. Now clean up this mess, chop chop!" She yelled at the group of workers, who started to do as she said. She came over to Louie and jabbed him in the chest with the end of a wrench "You. Get ready, you're showcasing one of my works within the hour and if you make a mess of things I will personaly crack your head open with a monkey wrench, got it?" She said, and looked to mean every word of it. Louie gulped and nodded affirmatively.
"Good... now to deal with that blonde nuisance..." she muttered before stomping off to Fran, who was already being helped out by three workers.
A week of modifications and a couple hundred angry curses lead up to the point when Dr. Ivan and "Ran" were called in for preliminaries. Dr. Ivan backed away from the his precious mech and took a moment to take in the pride. He gave the mech a new polish while he was at his modifications, and Ran shined as bright as the light from the sun that hit it through his opened garage door. As he stood from his scaffolding, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. "Now..." He said, as he climbed into the cockpit in the heart. "Let's show them the work of a true genius." His grin was wide as him and Ran flew out of his garage and towards the Federation.
It was late. Or early depending on your point of view, and once again Alexius couldn't sleep. He remembered being like this on the night before his preliminary round last season too. Once again he snuck out to the MegaloCorp hangar where Lancelot and Tomoe, being the two finest mechs MegaloCorp had ever made, stood side by side undergoing maintenance to ensure their performance in the upcoming preliminary rounds. I wonder who I'll be fighting first... I hope it's not Lyn. I would hate to lose my first round after all. Alexius thought with a wry smile as he stared at Lancelot, imagining himself piloting it to victory with a crowd of fans cheering his name. That was the sort of feeling he lived to experience.
Earlier that day, Lyn had had her hands full teaching her class of spoiled rich brats. It was business as usual, even though her preliminary round was fast approaching. Lyn paced the dojo, watching several monitors intently as her students fought simulated battles in their VR pods. They had improved since she first started teaching them, but they were still not even close to Alexius' level. But then, it was unfair to compare normal people to him. His drive and talent had set him apart form the others by far. Lyn's thoughts were interrupted though, as she noticed a few of their errors that needed correcting. "No no no! Don't swing anywhere near the cockpit if you can help it, that's strictly forbidden!" She yelled into the microphone that would allow her students to hear her inside the pods.
"Good! But try disabling their dominant arm next time!"
"With a fast opponent like that, always aim for the legs or thrusters if you can't keep up with their speed. If your opponent outclasses you, try to bring them down to your level."
"Don't try to fight a ranged battle when it favors your opponent! Get in their face and slice their arms up, that'll show em!"
It was hard to tell sometimes but her students were improving, slowly but surely. They weren't patient by any means. Being spoiled and rich would do that to you, but their desire to pilot mechs kept them in her school. Not like Richard... "Why do I have to use swords?! Guns and missiles are way more powerful!" The boy had often yelled at her, frustrated by her program.
"If you can't handle something as simple as sword, complex weapons like those are too much for you to properly aim and control." She always replied. it was never enough though.
"Pfft! You're so backwards, you know that? That's what targeting computers are for."
"Perhaps, but if you use such a device, can you truly say that you are the one doing the fighting? The weapon will be directed by you, but all the skill will be credited to your computer. Your attacks will have no soul. A computer can aim well, yes, but it cannot adapt to changing situations as well as a human body. It can do as it is programmed and nothing more."
Eventually, Richard had had enough and left. "Screw this! I'll show you that all your teachings are bogus and beat you one day!" And sure enough, the boy had used his parents money to buy the finest mech he could and was admitted to the very preliminaries that were about to begin. Lyn had just learned that he would be her first opponent. Despite his poor attitude, it would be sad to have to ruin the dreams of her former student.
With a sigh, Lyn turned away from the moniters. "Continue your exorcises and you may leave whenever you wish. I will be in my room if you need me." She told her students before exiting. She would need to be prepared for this battle, mentally moreso than anything else.
Earlier that day, Lyn had had her hands full teaching her class of spoiled rich brats. It was business as usual, even though her preliminary round was fast approaching. Lyn paced the dojo, watching several monitors intently as her students fought simulated battles in their VR pods. They had improved since she first started teaching them, but they were still not even close to Alexius' level. But then, it was unfair to compare normal people to him. His drive and talent had set him apart form the others by far. Lyn's thoughts were interrupted though, as she noticed a few of their errors that needed correcting. "No no no! Don't swing anywhere near the cockpit if you can help it, that's strictly forbidden!" She yelled into the microphone that would allow her students to hear her inside the pods.
"Good! But try disabling their dominant arm next time!"
"With a fast opponent like that, always aim for the legs or thrusters if you can't keep up with their speed. If your opponent outclasses you, try to bring them down to your level."
"Don't try to fight a ranged battle when it favors your opponent! Get in their face and slice their arms up, that'll show em!"
It was hard to tell sometimes but her students were improving, slowly but surely. They weren't patient by any means. Being spoiled and rich would do that to you, but their desire to pilot mechs kept them in her school. Not like Richard... "Why do I have to use swords?! Guns and missiles are way more powerful!" The boy had often yelled at her, frustrated by her program.
"If you can't handle something as simple as sword, complex weapons like those are too much for you to properly aim and control." She always replied. it was never enough though.
"Pfft! You're so backwards, you know that? That's what targeting computers are for."
"Perhaps, but if you use such a device, can you truly say that you are the one doing the fighting? The weapon will be directed by you, but all the skill will be credited to your computer. Your attacks will have no soul. A computer can aim well, yes, but it cannot adapt to changing situations as well as a human body. It can do as it is programmed and nothing more."
Eventually, Richard had had enough and left. "Screw this! I'll show you that all your teachings are bogus and beat you one day!" And sure enough, the boy had used his parents money to buy the finest mech he could and was admitted to the very preliminaries that were about to begin. Lyn had just learned that he would be her first opponent. Despite his poor attitude, it would be sad to have to ruin the dreams of her former student.
With a sigh, Lyn turned away from the moniters. "Continue your exorcises and you may leave whenever you wish. I will be in my room if you need me." She told her students before exiting. She would need to be prepared for this battle, mentally moreso than anything else.
The sun was high and bright as it shown down on the massive MBF stadium. Thomas looked out over the massive open space and thought for a moment about the stillness of it all, how shortly it would be full of light, heat, and flying metal.
"Hey! Are you paying attention?" A voice snapped him out of his introspection.
Tom looked over to see Georgena watching him with disapproval. "Yah. Of course." He lied, "My first opponent is going to be Stanly Gregomich."
"That's Gregovich." Geo corrected. "And you should be paying attention, he's a pilot for one of the higher ranked teams from last year."
"Ranked 17th in win/loses." Kim inserted from nearby before returning to some paperwork.
"Yep." Hank chimed in. "This is the first match of the preliminary even. If our leader gets his but kicked here it won't look good will it?"
"Hey! Have some faith guys. Alright alright, so it won't be easy; but I guarantee this will be the start of a miraculous winning streak. We'll go straight to the top." Tom's voice was full of spirit now, but everyone assembled gave him looks of disbelief.
Geo sighed before she looked at a hand held tablet. "All right then." She said dryly before continuing in her normal tone. "Now Gregovich is a close ranged fighter so you'll have to keep him far if you want a chance. His signature weapons are a pair of beam swords, but he's got some rockets too."
"Alright, bad news. Anything good?"
"Actually, maybe. Most of his armor is reflective so your cannon should be able to punch through." The shorter pilot continued.
"So one good shot..." Tom began to ask hopefully.
"And you might buy yourself time for another." Geo interrupted. "This thing is built like a brick. Extra reinforcing on the arms to, so don't bother aiming there."
"Make your shots count. Keep out of reach." Hank summarized. "Think you can handle that chief?" He tossed a helmet to Tom, it matched his flight suite of blue with red accents.
Tom smiled as he secured the helmet. "Well I'd better. A winning team is led by a winner."
With a quick thumbs up Tom began making his way over to his own mech still standing in it's supporting clamps (what are those things called?). He stepped into a lift vehicle that began ascending up the side of the massive robot. Zexal was also there, waiting for him.
"You said you wanted a little more mass shifting, so I upped the suspension feedback. Just be sure not to overbalance, O.K.?." The gruff old mechanic said. Other technical personnel were clearing the area as the launch preparations began.
"Thanks." Tom said, uncharacteristically quiet.
"Geo tell you about the armor?" Zexal continued.
"Yep."
"Ready to be a father?"
"I... wait. What does that mean?" Jon suddenly looked confused.
"Ahahahaha! Just making sure you're awake chief." Zexal said with a smile. "We're right behind you." He said as the lift came to a stop at the open hatch and Jon clamored in.
...
Several minutes later Jon and the Arbalest were in the field waiting for the match to begin. The radio snapped to life and Zexal's voice could be heard quite clearly. "All ready to go?"
"Absolutely." Jon smiled, "But are you sure deploying with a shield was a good idea?"
"We already talked about this," Geo's voice cut in. "If Gregovich get's in close it might be all that saves you."
"Speak of the devil." Tom said. He could see the enemy's machine also moving into place to start the match. A wide golden robot with many curves and large arms. As it came to a stop a voice was projected from it, easily hearable despite the distance.
"So, It looks like little team Rising Fire is taking another shot at the tourny this year? I can't believe I've had to sink to this level. Well, might as well make it quick." Gregovich taunted.
Tom ground his teeth. There was no way he could let anyone get away with that. He reached out and switched on his own external speakers. "I think you're quite mistaken." He retorted, "You should feel honored that at the beginning of team Rising Fire's rise to glory there's you as the first testament."
With that, there was no more need for words. Jon looked over to the huge light indicator that showed the status of the match.
3...2...1...FIGHT
Jon immediately leapt into action, moving one leg back and planting it while he brought up the large cannon arm that dominated one of Arbalest's limbs and leveled it at the opponent. Looking through the sights of the targeting unit, he zeroed in on Gregovich who was already beginning to charge forward. With a triumphant cry Jon pulled the trigger and the huge cannon fired it's deadly round. But the cry quickly turned to a sob as Gregovich's mech jumped to the side avoiding the shot.
Jon could hear the laugh of his opponent as well as Zexal berating him over the com. "Idiot! You shot too soon."
The reload timer flashed to life on Jon's screen. A countdown of 4.7 seconds before the heavy gun would be ready to fire again. It was a sliver shorter then last season, and Jon was glad of every moment shaved off.
Gregovich countered. Raising his arms, a quartet of rockets flew from the robot's wrists. Jon furiously worked the controls, rising from the firing position and stepping with agility to the side. Still, the rockets had been aimed low and exploded against the ground sending shrapnel against the legs. Jon paid little heed to the minor scratches.
Gregovich was charging again, but Jon wasn't going to let him move freely. Angling towards the approaching opponent he opened fire with the machine guns mounted on the chest. He knew that even with almost 3,000 armor piercing rounds per minute the chances of any real damage being done was slim at best. Still, it was always an annoyance that he could use to his advantage.
But now Gregovich was almost on top of him. The enemy's main weapons, a beam saber in each hand, ignited almost leaping out of nowhere. Tom began to turn his mech for close combat, turning the body so the canon arm was behind and the fighting arm was brought to the fore.
Gregovich's mech jumped from a slight distance bringing one of it's swords down in a heavy jump slash. Tom stepped back and to the right side a bit, avoiding the attack. But it was, of course, just a feint and now Gregovich swiped forward with his right sword, pressing the attack.
Tom couldn't avoid this strike and instead raised his shield, thankful that he had it now. Sparks flew as the energy blade struck metal causing a bit of the shield to melt, but ultimately deflecting the blow upwards.
The next attack was with both blades cutting down from above. Tom met the swords with his shield again, this time warding the slashes off to the side. Momentarily off balance from the attack, Gregovich's mech stumbled forward two steps.
Tom quickly saw his chance and drove the Arbalest's fighting fist right into the side of his opponent. Metal squealed as the smashing impact drove the two robots apart a pace. Swinging his robot around Tom leveled the now reloaded canon at the still stumbling enemy and fired the gun.
At close range the massive artillery shell ripped through a chunk of the enemy's thigh sending metal and flame flying in all directions. However, now Tom was stuck loading again and Gregovich had recovered from the impact. Tom could hear a loud cry of "Why you!" in Gregovich's angry voice.
Gregovich practically threw his mech at the Arbalest. The two machines crashed together and began to fall to the ground. Tom was jolted suddenly in the cockpit as the robots slammed into the untransformed ground. A dozen damage reports winked at Tom from the console, but he had no time for them.
Checking outside he could see that Gregovich had pinned the Arbalest under his own robot. His canon arm in particular was sprawled out and being blocked by one of the enemy's beam sabers. Zexal yelled frantically over the com for Tom to respond, but he was a little busy right then.
The situation seemed desperate, but that was no reason for Tom to stop. Pulling the trigger again he sent another spray of machine gun rounds off at point black range, but other then a few sparks off the enemy there seemed to be no effect.
Gregovich's voice boomed close now. "Sorry, but it's over now. Better then I thought though." As he said that his right hand hovered over the Arbalest with saber ready, about to deliver a finishing blow.
But Tom wasn't ready for that just yet. Hitting his console, a chaff projectile fired away. Normally the back mounted launcher would fire straight up, but with the robot pinned on the ground it instead skittered along the ground spraying bits of metal and smoke along it's erratic path.
"What was that supposed to achieve?" Gregovich asked, pausing for a moment.
"Get you to stop for one last second." Tom responded as a chime indicated the canon was ready to fire again. Tom pulled the right arm around and up. The beam saber was still in the way though. However, the energy blade easily cut the thin metal of the barrel leaving a 'sawn-off' weapon that was now short enough to fit right between the grappling mechs.
The shot that Jon fired hit the target square in the right shoulder joint, and at this range even the solid construction couldn't save it from being pierced through and the arm ripped away.
Taking advantage of his enemy's surprise, Jon lifted the fighting arm, jettisoning the half scraged shield attached to it, and delivered a heavy hook right to the enemy robot's head. A second and third blow unbalanced it enough that the pair of robots began to shift and roll over so that now the Arbalest was on top.
Jon continued to pound Gregovich's mech with heavy punch after punch until it's lights went dead and it stopped moving.
As the end of the match was declared Jon opened the hatch and sat half outside looking at the destruction that had been caused. He removed his helmet and was sweating profusely underneath. He chuckled to himself.
"Well, that's one way to start a season."
"Hey! Are you paying attention?" A voice snapped him out of his introspection.
Tom looked over to see Georgena watching him with disapproval. "Yah. Of course." He lied, "My first opponent is going to be Stanly Gregomich."
"That's Gregovich." Geo corrected. "And you should be paying attention, he's a pilot for one of the higher ranked teams from last year."
"Ranked 17th in win/loses." Kim inserted from nearby before returning to some paperwork.
"Yep." Hank chimed in. "This is the first match of the preliminary even. If our leader gets his but kicked here it won't look good will it?"
"Hey! Have some faith guys. Alright alright, so it won't be easy; but I guarantee this will be the start of a miraculous winning streak. We'll go straight to the top." Tom's voice was full of spirit now, but everyone assembled gave him looks of disbelief.
Geo sighed before she looked at a hand held tablet. "All right then." She said dryly before continuing in her normal tone. "Now Gregovich is a close ranged fighter so you'll have to keep him far if you want a chance. His signature weapons are a pair of beam swords, but he's got some rockets too."
"Alright, bad news. Anything good?"
"Actually, maybe. Most of his armor is reflective so your cannon should be able to punch through." The shorter pilot continued.
"So one good shot..." Tom began to ask hopefully.
"And you might buy yourself time for another." Geo interrupted. "This thing is built like a brick. Extra reinforcing on the arms to, so don't bother aiming there."
"Make your shots count. Keep out of reach." Hank summarized. "Think you can handle that chief?" He tossed a helmet to Tom, it matched his flight suite of blue with red accents.
Tom smiled as he secured the helmet. "Well I'd better. A winning team is led by a winner."
With a quick thumbs up Tom began making his way over to his own mech still standing in it's supporting clamps (what are those things called?). He stepped into a lift vehicle that began ascending up the side of the massive robot. Zexal was also there, waiting for him.
"You said you wanted a little more mass shifting, so I upped the suspension feedback. Just be sure not to overbalance, O.K.?." The gruff old mechanic said. Other technical personnel were clearing the area as the launch preparations began.
"Thanks." Tom said, uncharacteristically quiet.
"Geo tell you about the armor?" Zexal continued.
"Yep."
"Ready to be a father?"
"I... wait. What does that mean?" Jon suddenly looked confused.
"Ahahahaha! Just making sure you're awake chief." Zexal said with a smile. "We're right behind you." He said as the lift came to a stop at the open hatch and Jon clamored in.
...
Several minutes later Jon and the Arbalest were in the field waiting for the match to begin. The radio snapped to life and Zexal's voice could be heard quite clearly. "All ready to go?"
"Absolutely." Jon smiled, "But are you sure deploying with a shield was a good idea?"
"We already talked about this," Geo's voice cut in. "If Gregovich get's in close it might be all that saves you."
"Speak of the devil." Tom said. He could see the enemy's machine also moving into place to start the match. A wide golden robot with many curves and large arms. As it came to a stop a voice was projected from it, easily hearable despite the distance.
"So, It looks like little team Rising Fire is taking another shot at the tourny this year? I can't believe I've had to sink to this level. Well, might as well make it quick." Gregovich taunted.
Tom ground his teeth. There was no way he could let anyone get away with that. He reached out and switched on his own external speakers. "I think you're quite mistaken." He retorted, "You should feel honored that at the beginning of team Rising Fire's rise to glory there's you as the first testament."
With that, there was no more need for words. Jon looked over to the huge light indicator that showed the status of the match.
3...2...1...FIGHT
Jon immediately leapt into action, moving one leg back and planting it while he brought up the large cannon arm that dominated one of Arbalest's limbs and leveled it at the opponent. Looking through the sights of the targeting unit, he zeroed in on Gregovich who was already beginning to charge forward. With a triumphant cry Jon pulled the trigger and the huge cannon fired it's deadly round. But the cry quickly turned to a sob as Gregovich's mech jumped to the side avoiding the shot.
Jon could hear the laugh of his opponent as well as Zexal berating him over the com. "Idiot! You shot too soon."
The reload timer flashed to life on Jon's screen. A countdown of 4.7 seconds before the heavy gun would be ready to fire again. It was a sliver shorter then last season, and Jon was glad of every moment shaved off.
Gregovich countered. Raising his arms, a quartet of rockets flew from the robot's wrists. Jon furiously worked the controls, rising from the firing position and stepping with agility to the side. Still, the rockets had been aimed low and exploded against the ground sending shrapnel against the legs. Jon paid little heed to the minor scratches.
Gregovich was charging again, but Jon wasn't going to let him move freely. Angling towards the approaching opponent he opened fire with the machine guns mounted on the chest. He knew that even with almost 3,000 armor piercing rounds per minute the chances of any real damage being done was slim at best. Still, it was always an annoyance that he could use to his advantage.
But now Gregovich was almost on top of him. The enemy's main weapons, a beam saber in each hand, ignited almost leaping out of nowhere. Tom began to turn his mech for close combat, turning the body so the canon arm was behind and the fighting arm was brought to the fore.
Gregovich's mech jumped from a slight distance bringing one of it's swords down in a heavy jump slash. Tom stepped back and to the right side a bit, avoiding the attack. But it was, of course, just a feint and now Gregovich swiped forward with his right sword, pressing the attack.
Tom couldn't avoid this strike and instead raised his shield, thankful that he had it now. Sparks flew as the energy blade struck metal causing a bit of the shield to melt, but ultimately deflecting the blow upwards.
The next attack was with both blades cutting down from above. Tom met the swords with his shield again, this time warding the slashes off to the side. Momentarily off balance from the attack, Gregovich's mech stumbled forward two steps.
Tom quickly saw his chance and drove the Arbalest's fighting fist right into the side of his opponent. Metal squealed as the smashing impact drove the two robots apart a pace. Swinging his robot around Tom leveled the now reloaded canon at the still stumbling enemy and fired the gun.
At close range the massive artillery shell ripped through a chunk of the enemy's thigh sending metal and flame flying in all directions. However, now Tom was stuck loading again and Gregovich had recovered from the impact. Tom could hear a loud cry of "Why you!" in Gregovich's angry voice.
Gregovich practically threw his mech at the Arbalest. The two machines crashed together and began to fall to the ground. Tom was jolted suddenly in the cockpit as the robots slammed into the untransformed ground. A dozen damage reports winked at Tom from the console, but he had no time for them.
Checking outside he could see that Gregovich had pinned the Arbalest under his own robot. His canon arm in particular was sprawled out and being blocked by one of the enemy's beam sabers. Zexal yelled frantically over the com for Tom to respond, but he was a little busy right then.
The situation seemed desperate, but that was no reason for Tom to stop. Pulling the trigger again he sent another spray of machine gun rounds off at point black range, but other then a few sparks off the enemy there seemed to be no effect.
Gregovich's voice boomed close now. "Sorry, but it's over now. Better then I thought though." As he said that his right hand hovered over the Arbalest with saber ready, about to deliver a finishing blow.
But Tom wasn't ready for that just yet. Hitting his console, a chaff projectile fired away. Normally the back mounted launcher would fire straight up, but with the robot pinned on the ground it instead skittered along the ground spraying bits of metal and smoke along it's erratic path.
"What was that supposed to achieve?" Gregovich asked, pausing for a moment.
"Get you to stop for one last second." Tom responded as a chime indicated the canon was ready to fire again. Tom pulled the right arm around and up. The beam saber was still in the way though. However, the energy blade easily cut the thin metal of the barrel leaving a 'sawn-off' weapon that was now short enough to fit right between the grappling mechs.
The shot that Jon fired hit the target square in the right shoulder joint, and at this range even the solid construction couldn't save it from being pierced through and the arm ripped away.
Taking advantage of his enemy's surprise, Jon lifted the fighting arm, jettisoning the half scraged shield attached to it, and delivered a heavy hook right to the enemy robot's head. A second and third blow unbalanced it enough that the pair of robots began to shift and roll over so that now the Arbalest was on top.
Jon continued to pound Gregovich's mech with heavy punch after punch until it's lights went dead and it stopped moving.
As the end of the match was declared Jon opened the hatch and sat half outside looking at the destruction that had been caused. He removed his helmet and was sweating profusely underneath. He chuckled to himself.
"Well, that's one way to start a season."
I, for one, am hoping this doesn't die.
Sorry for the delay everybody, I'm not the most active GM this side of the escapist, I know. It's kinda hard to get back into the swing of moving things along so fast after you've been slowing it down for the last year or so.
Does anybody want to arrange any matches against my characters? Or anybody against anybody else, for that matter? Half the fun of this RP is that you guys get to pound each other in with giant robots.
Does anybody want to arrange any matches against my characters? Or anybody against anybody else, for that matter? Half the fun of this RP is that you guys get to pound each other in with giant robots.
I could go for fighting your character. I can't think of a way to write something without either seeming overpowered or underpowered, so I figured both of us working together should work.
Dr. Ivan was approaching the MBF in his Ran, having gotten good use of the controls from his multiple test runs before the MBF registrations, but he would probably have to test his new modifications later, or, possibly, during his match soon. "If I end up fighting a brat piloting one of my mechs, i'll tear them apart." He mumbled to himself as he rode Ran into he back, into the competetor's garages. In there, he climbed out of Ran, as per request of the officials, and an MBF employee climbed into Ran to take it to it's designated location.Dr. Ivan scowled at the man as he climbed into his mech. "Don't you dare do anything to ruin it!" He shouted at the man. Another MBF employee lead him to his Designated location. Despite this being his first time ever to do this, Dr. Ivan felt it tedious and unnecessary. Once led to his location, he was allowed to climb back into Ran.
He cracked his neck and sighed. His palms were sweating and a slight hint of self-doubt crossed his mind. He gave himself a firm smack and shook his head, angrily, upset at himself for the first time for doubting himself for even a second. "Not a single one of these preliminary idiots can stop me from showing them all how it's done. I'm the smartest, most gifted Mech engineer in the world. I know this mech inside and out, and there's no way I can lose. Let's just see what these idiots can do..." He cracked his neck and exhaled, deeply, gripping the controls strongly. He knew that the match was about to begin and that the person in the other mech was probably more worried than him.
Within five minutes, but to Dr. Ivan, it seemed like five hours, the large doors to the Arena opened to a stadium filled with cheering fans both placed far from the arena itself and shielded by super strong, bullet proof glass. Even behind the glass and the mech's metal, Dr. Ivan could hear the cheers of the crowd. It crossed his mind quickly that this is only the preliminaries, he wondered how large the audience would be during the actual fights, or worse, the finals. Looking across the arena, Dr. Ivan could barely make out his oppenent's mech. He could tell that it's humanoid looking at least. There was a large screen behind the glass that protected the audience. it flickered on and a panoramic view of the arena came into view And an announcer's voice blared into both ends of the glass.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to another round of the Mech Battling Federation preliminary rounds! Today, we've got something interesting for you to see! In one on of the arena'" The screen zoomed into the shape of the mech opposite Ran. It was a large mech, as large as Ran, with one mechanical hand and one automatic gun for the other. Decorated with protective metals placed to pprotect the mechs vital weakspots and allow maximum ovement. It's shape was incredibly humanoid, like a man wearing shogun armor.
Dr. ivan looked at it and ggritted his teeth. "He's piloting an early model of mine that i built towards the start of mty Carrer... the MR-Z3P dubbed 'Crimson'. It was one of my favorite models. This fool better at least give me a challenge so I can at least destroy my own mech with dignity."
The annouuncer continued "Pilotting a model of the MR-Z3P 'Crimson' was defeated last year in the preliminaries. An aspiring young Pilot named Ridel Tyson!" The screen flashed to a view inside the Crimson's cockpit. Inside was a smiling boy, firmly gripping the controls of his mech with confidence. He was wearing a typical looking Steampunk outfit consisting of Goggles, an old english Air pilot's leather hat, a leather flight jacket, alot of belts in places other than his waist. His hair was red, his skin was slightly darker than average, and he was about 5'6" and his eyes were blue. He seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting, but seemingly intrigued by something. He gave a short wave to the crowd. The crowd started cheering wildly.
Again, the announcer's voice blared in the arena. "And on the other end, we have a new, very interesting contestant! He's left his world-renowned garage and is putting his genius to use piloting his own mechs! Introducing, Dr. Ivan Ivankov!" The crowd seemed to go into a wild frenzy at just the name, even before the screen flicked in to show Dr. Ivan's serious, straight face staring dead ahead at Ridel. The amount of attention he was getting made it impossible for him not to smirk a little. "He's pilotting his latest mech! A one of a kind gem that he built solely for his own personal use, dubbed 'Ran'!" The crowd again went into a wild frenzy at the name of the mech.
"Now. Before the match begins, we'll let the contestants exit their cockpits and exchange friendly words to each other before the metal starts flying!" Said the announcer. The crowd's cheers slowly began to dim as both mechs approached each other, Ran leaning forward, set in idling, non-combat position where it's hands are tucked into the super armored sleeves, leaning forward as the levitation devices allowed it to move very fluently as it moved towards the center, while Ridel's Crimson walked in a very humanoid motion. The balance so well done that it moved as a normal huuman would, it's arms swinging in opposite ways as it's feet stepped, right arm forward as left foot forward. No sign of inhibition from it's many armor plates was seen. Both mechs stopped aty least ten feet from each other's faces and the chests of both mechs opened downward, the doors to the cockpits unfolding into flat surfaces, creating a bridge for the two to meet.
Ridel came out laughing. "Wow! I can't believe i'm fighting the great Dr. Ivankov! This is truly an honor." He said, as he grabbed Dr. Ivan;s hand and shook it firmly. "I've been piloting your Crimson mech here since I started practicing mech piloting. It's really a wonderfuully built mech, very strong, very comfortable and easy to control. You made wonderful work even in your early days."
Dr. Ivan straightened his glasses and couldn't help but smile a bit. "Well, of course. I put my heart and soul into building my mechs." His face became straight again. "I just hope you're a good pilot. If there's one thing I hate, it's ameteurs piloting my masterpieces. They deserve better, and I don't to tear apart one of my own work without a fight. It won't do it dignity. And from what that announcer said about last year, i'm already a bit discouraged. But i'll save judgment for when we're back in the cockpits."
Ridel chuckled, nervously. "Aw, man. Last year was rough. I got paired against one of the reoccurring elites. Don't worry, i'll give you a challenge. I just hope you know what you're doing. I thought you were only a mechanic."
Dr. Ivan's facial expression didn't change. "I built this mech myself, inside and out, with no help. My IQ is in the 700's, and it's my greatest masterpiece. I'll pilot it better than any pilot in the world could. Be prepared for a fight." A proud smirk came over Dr. Ivan's face.
Ridel's smile didn't disappear. He chuckled. "Then let's get this show on the road. these people are waiting, Dr." He give Dr. Ivan one last firm handshake and both menturned around and walked back into thier cockpits, the Mech's closing tightly."
The two men were ordered to back away from each other for the match to begin. Both mechs turned theirbacks to each other and walked away, as if they were participants in a duel taking their ten paces. They didn't stop until ordered, at which point, they again turned to face each other, as opponents. Ran's arms came out of it's sleeves, going into it's battle mode. The screen in the audience flashed to a large, decorarted number three. the announcer's voice emerged again. "Let's get ready, folks! 3! 2! 1!" The crowd counted down with him. "Fight!" And the match begun.
Ridel was the first to move. Quickly, it fired it's left arm at Ran.
Dr. Ivan gritted his teeth as Ran leaned far to the right and began flying to the right, after taking a few shots from Ridel's gun. Dr. Ivan was already impressed, but not very much. Aiming Ran's sleeve canons to both sides of Ridel's mech, he fire two of the explosive flak bombs.
Ridel saw them and, like a rookie, thought that Dr. Ivan had poor aim. This was not the case. Upon impact, Crimson didn't take the inital, powerful blast of the Scatterbombs, but as soon as the hundreds of tiny explosive pellets flew out and hit him, it was too late to guard. Bits of the Crimson's armor flew off as he sustained a fair amount of damage from Dr. Ivan;s suurprise attack, effectively halting him from his firing for a moment.
Dr. Ivan saw an opening and quickly attempted to fire another round at him, this time aiming one Bombshell missile for Ridel's gun arm, and another behind him.
Ridel quickly saw this coming and, like an expert, Crimson quickly leapted to the right, dodging both missiles. "He got me once with the element of surprise. It won't happen again. but those bombs and how he used them... How clever. He's really a genius. This should be fun." Ridel pointed the Crimson's right arm at Ran and the fist flew off, the fingers extended. Upon closer look, it's obvious that the fingertips of Crimson's fist were drills, which began rotating.
Dr. Ivan quickly Sidestepped the fist. Knowing his own creation, he knew that it would boomerang abck in an attempt to surprise him. That was probably Ridel's plan. Without turning the Ran's head with it's omnicient angles, he didn't stop moving after sidestepping the fist, and it flew right past him. Quickly, he fired a bombshell Missile right behind the fist, to hide it.
Ridel didn't see it coming until it was too late. He couldn't dodge it, because there was no time left, and that, because it was following the drilling fist of the Crimson, he had to take it. the Crimson's hand took heavy damage. Some of the fingertips were bent. That's when it hit Ridel. Dr. Ivan built his mech. He knows all the tricks. He bit his lower lip. Dr. Ivan had the clear advantage. He only knew so far that Ran fired flak missiles. He didn't know what other weaponry it had. Dr. Ivan, however, he knew wouldn't forget what Crimson could do. He'd just have top play it safe. After all, he's had more piloting experience. Quickly, he back up and started firing his automatic gun.
Again, Dr. IVan sustained a few shots, most of which Ran's heavily armored sleeves caught, and he leaned hard to the right, making Ran fly quickly to the right. As he circled around Ridel, he slowly lessend the spiral, getting closer to the Crimson. He was going to punch it's head off.
Ridel only just saw this coming and started backing away from the ran, continuing his fire. He was at 2/3's ammo for his gun, and quickly losing it.
Dr. Ivan continued ruunning circles around Ridel, his face sweating. Quickly, he managed to get close enough to Ridel to attempt to make Ran throw an uppercut, taking some fire while he was at it.
Ridel saw an opening, and smirked as he sidestepped the punch and got to the back of Ran in the blink of an eye. "Got ya now!" He shouted in his Cock pit as Crimson pulled it's fist back, about to take Ran's head off.
Ran's head rotated in the blink of an eye to view Ridel and it's tails flared out in a circle.
The sudden movement startled Ridel for a half a second, and he stopped for a moment. It was a fatal mistake.
The tips of Ran's tail's rotated towards Crimson and sprouted small barrels. dr. Ivan smirked, wide. "Hmph. Checkmate." He hit the fire button for the lasers and, within milliseconds, they cut 9 holes through Crimson, four into it's major arm and leg joints. with a quick flick of the tails, Dr. Ivan effectively cut off both the Crimson's arms, and severly crippled it's legs. It fell over.
Ridel sighed. and took his hat off, knowing he'd lost. He wiped his head and chuckled. "I should have guessed.. Heheh. He's really something else." He shook his head. "Always next year."
Ran straightened itself up and it's body turned towards the Crimson, it head remaining stationary. It reached down and lifted the Crimson up by the head. It hung limply as the Ran reached onto it's shoulder and wrenched off one of the large pads it had on both shoulder's, cleanly. It placed it into the shoulder cannon on the arm that held up the Crimson's head. It fired the shard into it's head, where it became lodged in the head. It quickly thrust out spikes all along a ring on itself and started beeping. Ran dropped the Crimson and put it's hands back into it's sleeves as it floated away from it. Seconds later, it's head exploded. Dr. Ivan sighed and smiled. "Well, that wasn't the WORST use of one of my mechs ever." He chuckled.
The crowd went into an uproar of cheers. The announcer's voice came back on. "What a match, Ladies and Gentlemen! In his first official match ever, and probably one of his first times using his mech in combat before, Dr. Ivankov has defeated Ridel Tyson and is moving onto the official rounds! Wow! From Mechanical Genius to possible Pilot ace in the blink of an eye! That's what you'd expect from one of the world's greatest geniuses like Dr. Ivankov! Let's hear it for him, folks!" the crowd again went into a cheering frenzy.
Inside the cockpit, Dr. Ivan was wiping himself of sweat. He decided to sit there for a minute and cooldown, listening to the cheers of the crowd. He smiled.
He cracked his neck and sighed. His palms were sweating and a slight hint of self-doubt crossed his mind. He gave himself a firm smack and shook his head, angrily, upset at himself for the first time for doubting himself for even a second. "Not a single one of these preliminary idiots can stop me from showing them all how it's done. I'm the smartest, most gifted Mech engineer in the world. I know this mech inside and out, and there's no way I can lose. Let's just see what these idiots can do..." He cracked his neck and exhaled, deeply, gripping the controls strongly. He knew that the match was about to begin and that the person in the other mech was probably more worried than him.
Within five minutes, but to Dr. Ivan, it seemed like five hours, the large doors to the Arena opened to a stadium filled with cheering fans both placed far from the arena itself and shielded by super strong, bullet proof glass. Even behind the glass and the mech's metal, Dr. Ivan could hear the cheers of the crowd. It crossed his mind quickly that this is only the preliminaries, he wondered how large the audience would be during the actual fights, or worse, the finals. Looking across the arena, Dr. Ivan could barely make out his oppenent's mech. He could tell that it's humanoid looking at least. There was a large screen behind the glass that protected the audience. it flickered on and a panoramic view of the arena came into view And an announcer's voice blared into both ends of the glass.
"Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to another round of the Mech Battling Federation preliminary rounds! Today, we've got something interesting for you to see! In one on of the arena'" The screen zoomed into the shape of the mech opposite Ran. It was a large mech, as large as Ran, with one mechanical hand and one automatic gun for the other. Decorated with protective metals placed to pprotect the mechs vital weakspots and allow maximum ovement. It's shape was incredibly humanoid, like a man wearing shogun armor.
Dr. ivan looked at it and ggritted his teeth. "He's piloting an early model of mine that i built towards the start of mty Carrer... the MR-Z3P dubbed 'Crimson'. It was one of my favorite models. This fool better at least give me a challenge so I can at least destroy my own mech with dignity."
The annouuncer continued "Pilotting a model of the MR-Z3P 'Crimson' was defeated last year in the preliminaries. An aspiring young Pilot named Ridel Tyson!" The screen flashed to a view inside the Crimson's cockpit. Inside was a smiling boy, firmly gripping the controls of his mech with confidence. He was wearing a typical looking Steampunk outfit consisting of Goggles, an old english Air pilot's leather hat, a leather flight jacket, alot of belts in places other than his waist. His hair was red, his skin was slightly darker than average, and he was about 5'6" and his eyes were blue. He seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting, but seemingly intrigued by something. He gave a short wave to the crowd. The crowd started cheering wildly.
Again, the announcer's voice blared in the arena. "And on the other end, we have a new, very interesting contestant! He's left his world-renowned garage and is putting his genius to use piloting his own mechs! Introducing, Dr. Ivan Ivankov!" The crowd seemed to go into a wild frenzy at just the name, even before the screen flicked in to show Dr. Ivan's serious, straight face staring dead ahead at Ridel. The amount of attention he was getting made it impossible for him not to smirk a little. "He's pilotting his latest mech! A one of a kind gem that he built solely for his own personal use, dubbed 'Ran'!" The crowd again went into a wild frenzy at the name of the mech.
"Now. Before the match begins, we'll let the contestants exit their cockpits and exchange friendly words to each other before the metal starts flying!" Said the announcer. The crowd's cheers slowly began to dim as both mechs approached each other, Ran leaning forward, set in idling, non-combat position where it's hands are tucked into the super armored sleeves, leaning forward as the levitation devices allowed it to move very fluently as it moved towards the center, while Ridel's Crimson walked in a very humanoid motion. The balance so well done that it moved as a normal huuman would, it's arms swinging in opposite ways as it's feet stepped, right arm forward as left foot forward. No sign of inhibition from it's many armor plates was seen. Both mechs stopped aty least ten feet from each other's faces and the chests of both mechs opened downward, the doors to the cockpits unfolding into flat surfaces, creating a bridge for the two to meet.
Ridel came out laughing. "Wow! I can't believe i'm fighting the great Dr. Ivankov! This is truly an honor." He said, as he grabbed Dr. Ivan;s hand and shook it firmly. "I've been piloting your Crimson mech here since I started practicing mech piloting. It's really a wonderfuully built mech, very strong, very comfortable and easy to control. You made wonderful work even in your early days."
Dr. Ivan straightened his glasses and couldn't help but smile a bit. "Well, of course. I put my heart and soul into building my mechs." His face became straight again. "I just hope you're a good pilot. If there's one thing I hate, it's ameteurs piloting my masterpieces. They deserve better, and I don't to tear apart one of my own work without a fight. It won't do it dignity. And from what that announcer said about last year, i'm already a bit discouraged. But i'll save judgment for when we're back in the cockpits."
Ridel chuckled, nervously. "Aw, man. Last year was rough. I got paired against one of the reoccurring elites. Don't worry, i'll give you a challenge. I just hope you know what you're doing. I thought you were only a mechanic."
Dr. Ivan's facial expression didn't change. "I built this mech myself, inside and out, with no help. My IQ is in the 700's, and it's my greatest masterpiece. I'll pilot it better than any pilot in the world could. Be prepared for a fight." A proud smirk came over Dr. Ivan's face.
Ridel's smile didn't disappear. He chuckled. "Then let's get this show on the road. these people are waiting, Dr." He give Dr. Ivan one last firm handshake and both menturned around and walked back into thier cockpits, the Mech's closing tightly."
The two men were ordered to back away from each other for the match to begin. Both mechs turned theirbacks to each other and walked away, as if they were participants in a duel taking their ten paces. They didn't stop until ordered, at which point, they again turned to face each other, as opponents. Ran's arms came out of it's sleeves, going into it's battle mode. The screen in the audience flashed to a large, decorarted number three. the announcer's voice emerged again. "Let's get ready, folks! 3! 2! 1!" The crowd counted down with him. "Fight!" And the match begun.
Ridel was the first to move. Quickly, it fired it's left arm at Ran.
Dr. Ivan gritted his teeth as Ran leaned far to the right and began flying to the right, after taking a few shots from Ridel's gun. Dr. Ivan was already impressed, but not very much. Aiming Ran's sleeve canons to both sides of Ridel's mech, he fire two of the explosive flak bombs.
Ridel saw them and, like a rookie, thought that Dr. Ivan had poor aim. This was not the case. Upon impact, Crimson didn't take the inital, powerful blast of the Scatterbombs, but as soon as the hundreds of tiny explosive pellets flew out and hit him, it was too late to guard. Bits of the Crimson's armor flew off as he sustained a fair amount of damage from Dr. Ivan;s suurprise attack, effectively halting him from his firing for a moment.
Dr. Ivan saw an opening and quickly attempted to fire another round at him, this time aiming one Bombshell missile for Ridel's gun arm, and another behind him.
Ridel quickly saw this coming and, like an expert, Crimson quickly leapted to the right, dodging both missiles. "He got me once with the element of surprise. It won't happen again. but those bombs and how he used them... How clever. He's really a genius. This should be fun." Ridel pointed the Crimson's right arm at Ran and the fist flew off, the fingers extended. Upon closer look, it's obvious that the fingertips of Crimson's fist were drills, which began rotating.
Dr. Ivan quickly Sidestepped the fist. Knowing his own creation, he knew that it would boomerang abck in an attempt to surprise him. That was probably Ridel's plan. Without turning the Ran's head with it's omnicient angles, he didn't stop moving after sidestepping the fist, and it flew right past him. Quickly, he fired a bombshell Missile right behind the fist, to hide it.
Ridel didn't see it coming until it was too late. He couldn't dodge it, because there was no time left, and that, because it was following the drilling fist of the Crimson, he had to take it. the Crimson's hand took heavy damage. Some of the fingertips were bent. That's when it hit Ridel. Dr. Ivan built his mech. He knows all the tricks. He bit his lower lip. Dr. Ivan had the clear advantage. He only knew so far that Ran fired flak missiles. He didn't know what other weaponry it had. Dr. Ivan, however, he knew wouldn't forget what Crimson could do. He'd just have top play it safe. After all, he's had more piloting experience. Quickly, he back up and started firing his automatic gun.
Again, Dr. IVan sustained a few shots, most of which Ran's heavily armored sleeves caught, and he leaned hard to the right, making Ran fly quickly to the right. As he circled around Ridel, he slowly lessend the spiral, getting closer to the Crimson. He was going to punch it's head off.
Ridel only just saw this coming and started backing away from the ran, continuing his fire. He was at 2/3's ammo for his gun, and quickly losing it.
Dr. Ivan continued ruunning circles around Ridel, his face sweating. Quickly, he managed to get close enough to Ridel to attempt to make Ran throw an uppercut, taking some fire while he was at it.
Ridel saw an opening, and smirked as he sidestepped the punch and got to the back of Ran in the blink of an eye. "Got ya now!" He shouted in his Cock pit as Crimson pulled it's fist back, about to take Ran's head off.
Ran's head rotated in the blink of an eye to view Ridel and it's tails flared out in a circle.
The sudden movement startled Ridel for a half a second, and he stopped for a moment. It was a fatal mistake.
The tips of Ran's tail's rotated towards Crimson and sprouted small barrels. dr. Ivan smirked, wide. "Hmph. Checkmate." He hit the fire button for the lasers and, within milliseconds, they cut 9 holes through Crimson, four into it's major arm and leg joints. with a quick flick of the tails, Dr. Ivan effectively cut off both the Crimson's arms, and severly crippled it's legs. It fell over.
Ridel sighed. and took his hat off, knowing he'd lost. He wiped his head and chuckled. "I should have guessed.. Heheh. He's really something else." He shook his head. "Always next year."
Ran straightened itself up and it's body turned towards the Crimson, it head remaining stationary. It reached down and lifted the Crimson up by the head. It hung limply as the Ran reached onto it's shoulder and wrenched off one of the large pads it had on both shoulder's, cleanly. It placed it into the shoulder cannon on the arm that held up the Crimson's head. It fired the shard into it's head, where it became lodged in the head. It quickly thrust out spikes all along a ring on itself and started beeping. Ran dropped the Crimson and put it's hands back into it's sleeves as it floated away from it. Seconds later, it's head exploded. Dr. Ivan sighed and smiled. "Well, that wasn't the WORST use of one of my mechs ever." He chuckled.
The crowd went into an uproar of cheers. The announcer's voice came back on. "What a match, Ladies and Gentlemen! In his first official match ever, and probably one of his first times using his mech in combat before, Dr. Ivankov has defeated Ridel Tyson and is moving onto the official rounds! Wow! From Mechanical Genius to possible Pilot ace in the blink of an eye! That's what you'd expect from one of the world's greatest geniuses like Dr. Ivankov! Let's hear it for him, folks!" the crowd again went into a cheering frenzy.
Inside the cockpit, Dr. Ivan was wiping himself of sweat. He decided to sit there for a minute and cooldown, listening to the cheers of the crowd. He smiled.
That was fun.
After some time passed, and Rika had finished brandishing a large wrench around in a violent manner while going on an angry tirade and went off to cool down somewhere else, to everyone's combined relief, the Astaroth was finally stockpiled with all it's weapons and fuel in place. "Okay now... everything in place?" Louie asked as he made his way up across the scaffolding's and into the cockpit. He was assured that everything would be in perfect functioning order for the upcoming fight. A small panel opened up and showed an entrance to the completely enclosed cockpit.
"Perfect" he commented as he stood before the entrance. he felt a good deal of apprehension, hey had him pilot this thing a number of times before, but never in a live fire fight. He then remembered that he really didn't have a choice in the matter, which actually made this somewhat easier on him as he stepped in. Inside the cockpit was a kind of closed-in dome, with a complex looking chair in the middle. He took his seat there and the small entrance closed, leaving him in complete darkness for a few moments before the electronic panels lining the dome smoothly light themselves up, showing a extremely detailed representation of the mechs surroundings. A pair of arm came down from the side of the seat, a number of fine knobs, buttons, and switches were on the them, though down the center of both seemed to be a ball with a grip on top set in a track, allowing him to control the movements of the arms, while pulling to one side or the other allowed the mech to turn.
"Okay... all these signs are good" he said into the mike, getting a slight feedback "looks like we're ready to give a show." He closed down the audio feed as he watched them part the scaffolds around the robot, freeing him for movement. Finally, the Astaroth was on the move...
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Upon reaching the main battle arena both pilots were greeted with fanfares and cheers from the crowd.
Wow... this is really happening Louie thought to himself, a nervous chuckle escaping him, introductions and a few words were said by the announcer, but Louie was too busy being giddy over the entire situation to not know the buzzer was about to sound, and his opponent, a person who seemed to put a lot of money into making their own robot perfectly fine robot have the aesthetics of a walking scrapyard, was ready to go on the offensive. As soon as the alarm sounded the enemy pilot started to close the distance, swinging it's right arm, actually what seemed to be a refurbished backhoe head, Louie only just noticed this 'sneak attack' and yanked up on one of the Astaroth's arm controls, raising it to block just in time.
Louie retaliated by sending the Astaroths free arm into a sidelong sweep at the junkyard mech, the blow pushing back the opponent. "Hah, lets see you get going now!" Louie called as he revved up one of the Astaroths hands, which began revolving at high speeds before launching a bevvy of flak at the opponent
ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA went the gun, as it began to eat at the opposing robot,though we was taking care not to get too close to the cockpit in the heart of the chest so he couldnt aim for the center mass, keeping from doing too much lasting damage. During this onslaught his opponent seemed to be up to something, plates of armor started falling off the legs, revealing three red areas on each one.
"Huh, what do those...." Louie began to ask himself before he got an answer, the six formerly hidden missiles fired at once, two shot past and missed completely, while three more hit him square on, almost knocking the entire Astaroth off it's feet. The only thing keeping it from being a fatal blow was the sheer sturdiness of Louie's own mech. Before he could react that claw-like arm shot forward again to rake at him.
"Friggen fraggen... OW! Quit doing that!" He yelled, as he managed to grab hold of the arm this time. "Hah, what're you going to do about that now?" But as soon as he opened his mouth to gloat the bucket section of the mech seemed to fall limp, revealing what seemed to be a heavy duty hose with a igniter on the end. The instinctive feeling of oh crap fell in as a gel was pumped out of the hose and caught fire before being splattered onto the Astaroth.
All the screens began to show warning signs as fire seemed to engulf all of Louies vision, he blindly lashed out, letting go of the arm and receiving blow after blow from his opponent. Temperature began climbing in the cockpit room as Louie got more and more frustrated with his opponent. "Where is this.... WHO LAUNCHES FLAMING JELLY ANYWAYS? God, is that even allowed?!" He shouted in aggravation. "Okay... blind and on fire. Do we have any kind of targeting system readings?...." He said to himself, looking around on the controls for the appropriate screen, eventually finding the proper one "survey say's he should be right... HERE"
The Astaroth twisted around to face the mech, sneaking from behind, and surged forward, ready to grapple with the other robot.
"Not so fun is it now?" He said as the Astaroths violent claws got hold on the squirly mech and began to apply pressure and torque as they rotated, the flames were finally dieing down giving Louie a good look at his hopeless opponent. "This time, I'm keeping them!" He said as he pulled, there was a terrible groaning noise as metal was bent and rivets were torn from their sockets. Eventually and arm and a half came from the smaller and lighter machine, Louie then shoved, sending the other mech stumbling and falling onto it's back before the Astaroth planted a heavy foot onto it's legs. Leaving the opponent disabled and Louie the victor.
"Heheh... that wasn't so bad" Louie said as he took his shaking hands off the controls. "That was actually pretty fun!"
"Perfect" he commented as he stood before the entrance. he felt a good deal of apprehension, hey had him pilot this thing a number of times before, but never in a live fire fight. He then remembered that he really didn't have a choice in the matter, which actually made this somewhat easier on him as he stepped in. Inside the cockpit was a kind of closed-in dome, with a complex looking chair in the middle. He took his seat there and the small entrance closed, leaving him in complete darkness for a few moments before the electronic panels lining the dome smoothly light themselves up, showing a extremely detailed representation of the mechs surroundings. A pair of arm came down from the side of the seat, a number of fine knobs, buttons, and switches were on the them, though down the center of both seemed to be a ball with a grip on top set in a track, allowing him to control the movements of the arms, while pulling to one side or the other allowed the mech to turn.
"Okay... all these signs are good" he said into the mike, getting a slight feedback "looks like we're ready to give a show." He closed down the audio feed as he watched them part the scaffolds around the robot, freeing him for movement. Finally, the Astaroth was on the move...
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Upon reaching the main battle arena both pilots were greeted with fanfares and cheers from the crowd.
Wow... this is really happening Louie thought to himself, a nervous chuckle escaping him, introductions and a few words were said by the announcer, but Louie was too busy being giddy over the entire situation to not know the buzzer was about to sound, and his opponent, a person who seemed to put a lot of money into making their own robot perfectly fine robot have the aesthetics of a walking scrapyard, was ready to go on the offensive. As soon as the alarm sounded the enemy pilot started to close the distance, swinging it's right arm, actually what seemed to be a refurbished backhoe head, Louie only just noticed this 'sneak attack' and yanked up on one of the Astaroth's arm controls, raising it to block just in time.
Louie retaliated by sending the Astaroths free arm into a sidelong sweep at the junkyard mech, the blow pushing back the opponent. "Hah, lets see you get going now!" Louie called as he revved up one of the Astaroths hands, which began revolving at high speeds before launching a bevvy of flak at the opponent
ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA-ATTA went the gun, as it began to eat at the opposing robot,though we was taking care not to get too close to the cockpit in the heart of the chest so he couldnt aim for the center mass, keeping from doing too much lasting damage. During this onslaught his opponent seemed to be up to something, plates of armor started falling off the legs, revealing three red areas on each one.
"Huh, what do those...." Louie began to ask himself before he got an answer, the six formerly hidden missiles fired at once, two shot past and missed completely, while three more hit him square on, almost knocking the entire Astaroth off it's feet. The only thing keeping it from being a fatal blow was the sheer sturdiness of Louie's own mech. Before he could react that claw-like arm shot forward again to rake at him.
"Friggen fraggen... OW! Quit doing that!" He yelled, as he managed to grab hold of the arm this time. "Hah, what're you going to do about that now?" But as soon as he opened his mouth to gloat the bucket section of the mech seemed to fall limp, revealing what seemed to be a heavy duty hose with a igniter on the end. The instinctive feeling of oh crap fell in as a gel was pumped out of the hose and caught fire before being splattered onto the Astaroth.
All the screens began to show warning signs as fire seemed to engulf all of Louies vision, he blindly lashed out, letting go of the arm and receiving blow after blow from his opponent. Temperature began climbing in the cockpit room as Louie got more and more frustrated with his opponent. "Where is this.... WHO LAUNCHES FLAMING JELLY ANYWAYS? God, is that even allowed?!" He shouted in aggravation. "Okay... blind and on fire. Do we have any kind of targeting system readings?...." He said to himself, looking around on the controls for the appropriate screen, eventually finding the proper one "survey say's he should be right... HERE"
The Astaroth twisted around to face the mech, sneaking from behind, and surged forward, ready to grapple with the other robot.
"Not so fun is it now?" He said as the Astaroths violent claws got hold on the squirly mech and began to apply pressure and torque as they rotated, the flames were finally dieing down giving Louie a good look at his hopeless opponent. "This time, I'm keeping them!" He said as he pulled, there was a terrible groaning noise as metal was bent and rivets were torn from their sockets. Eventually and arm and a half came from the smaller and lighter machine, Louie then shoved, sending the other mech stumbling and falling onto it's back before the Astaroth planted a heavy foot onto it's legs. Leaving the opponent disabled and Louie the victor.
"Heheh... that wasn't so bad" Louie said as he took his shaking hands off the controls. "That was actually pretty fun!"
If anyone wants to fight Alexius, I'd be down with that so just let me know.
Alexius was literally on the edge of his seat. He sat in his parents private booth at the arena waiting to see Lyn's first match of the season. The setting for this battle was the ruined city, which happened to be Lyn's personal favorite as it gave her plenty of cover and places to surprise her opponents. The crowd roared as doors on either side of the arena opened up and the mechs stepped out to begin their battle. The voice of the announcer echoed throughout the arena. "Alright all you MBF fans, are you ready for another preliminary round for the season?! Because we have quite the exciting matchup for you today! In the east we have a returning MBF favorite Lyn Kamen and her slicin' dicin' TOMOE!!!!" As the announcer spoke, a spotlight shone down on Tomoe. After he was finished speaking, the spotlight turned off and another one came on above her opponent.
"And in the west we have Richard Low, a first timer in the MBF and piloting the monstrous Omega Crusher!!" Alexius' ears perked up at the name of Lyn's opponent. Richard? So he went through with his promise. What irony that it should end up like this. Monstrous truly was the word to describe the Omega Crusher as it towered over even the tallest of the ruined buildings in the arena. Missile launchers were scattered about it's massive shoulders and back and each arm had 6 gatling guns attached to it. To call it heavily armed wouldn't do it justice.
The two mechs stood still for a time until an alarm sounded that signaled the beginning of the match. Tomoe immediately launched towards her opponent at high speeds, weaving in between buildings to stay covered should the Omega attempt to fire upon her. The Omega Crusher raised it's arms and took aim, but never fired a shot as if it's targeting computer was trying to get a lock on Tomoe but couldn't. In the blink of an eye, Tomoe was in front of her foes torso and reaching for one of the swords at her waist. In one fluid motion, she drew and activated the plasma sword and sliced into the Omega Crushers torso, but even a plasma sword had a hard time piercing such thick armor and the attack did little damage. This caused Tomoe to pause just long enough for the targeting computers to get a lock on her and launch several missiles. Tomoe was forced to quickly move backwards and weave through the buildings yet again, causing the pursuing missiles to hit the buildings and explode.
After failing to find Tomoe, the Omega Crusher finally began to move. It lurched forward and began kicking down building after building in an attempt to leave Tomoe without a place to hide. But at the rate it was going it would be hours before the slow mech was able to find it's prey, so it began to launch missiles at the foundations of buildings to hasten the process. Once the shoulder mounted launchers ran out of missiles they were automatically reloaded from compartments within the mech, and at this precise moment Tomoe launched out of cover and towards the Omega Crusher. The Omega Crusher raised it's gun laden arms in an attempt to shoot Tomoe down, but was too slow to prevent her from landing on his head and plunging a sword into each missile launcher. Without missing a beat, Tomoe went on to reach both hands towards one of the larger swords on her back, activate it, and swing it down onto Omega Crushers right arm with all her might. The blow severed Omega Crusher's hand but Tomoe wasn't finished just yet. She wheeled around and plunged the sword through the Omega Crusher's torso, and twisted the blade and sliced outwards, half-severing the torso in the process.
The Omega Crusher attempted to back away to get a clearer shot with it's remaining arm, but one of it's legs was no longer wired to the rest of the mech and wouldn't move. The Omega Crusher stumbled and eventually fell onto it's back and could no longer get up. Tomoe moved in for the kill and quickly plunged her sword into her fallen foes head, disabling it's sight and ability to fight. An alarm sounded, indicating that the fight was judged to be over as Tomoe retrieved the swords it had stuck into the Omega Crusher and moved towards the exit.
"Wow! What a battle! Lyn and Tomoe are victorious in a spectacular fight and it looks like they'll be contenders to watch out for once again this season. Stay tuned for our next fight folks and thanks for joining us today!" The announcers voice boomed out over the arena as the crowds cheered wildly and Alexius stood and cheered with them loudest of all.
G'evening everyone, I am Xero Scythe. Anyway, I have been pestering Sarge constantly to let me in this RP, and he finally conceded. 
Anyway, here's my sheet, and here's hoping we have a successful run!
Name: Damien Lier
Age: 25
Appearance: Damien stands at a good 6'3", with spade-like hands that somehow manage to be so dexterous and a lithe yet resilient body able to move how he needs to. With his raven black hair, golden eyes, and silver tongue, Damien has no problems in his life outside of his mech. A cross-like scar on his right hand stretches from the back of his hand to his forearm, marring his physique. Multiple scars also criss-cross his chest, all of which he usually hides under a handsome black suit when he believes he will encounter the press, or simple jeans, sneakers, a plain shirt and a white hoodie with a tribal insignia over the heart and a missing left sleeve. Finally, his left arm is completely mechanical, well hidden by synthetic skin. Damien usually rips this synthetic cover off to interface with the Meteor.
Personality: Damien is quite easygoing, brushing off most insults and remarks with a grin and a shrug. However, when questioned or insulted about the scars on his chest, Damien can get quite defensive and outright aggressive. Fortunately, due to his insistence on climbing up the rankings at Lier Industries himself, he is remarkably unspoiled and knows the value of hard work.
History: Damien was born into the famous Lier family, the company that designs and sells almost every kind of ammunition and weaponry used in the MBF. Surrounded by such an environment, little wonder Damien grew up with such an affinity to weapon systems and to Battle Mechs. By age 16, Damien had begun to contribute to his parent's wealth, building next-gen weaponry for the MBF and for private security everywhere. After graduating from MIT, Damien entered into and quickly became the head of the R&D department for Lier Industries not through his parents, but rather from his own abilities. He became interested in testing out his own weaponry, not satisfied with the results gained from others but wanting to see them himself, Damien began to test mechs, to the point where he actually enjoyed piloting them for the sake of piloting. He decided to join the MBF for its own sake, to see how far his talents and love for the sport could take him. However, while duking it out in the smaller MBF feeder leagues, a desperate opponent attacked his cockpit. Damien was pronounced dead and paraded with all the honors money could buy. In the middle of the sermon, however, Damien pushed up the lid to his casket and walked out! From that day forth, many became afraid of the "Undead" Damien Lier, his name spreading like wildfire, finally giving him his shot at the big time.
Mech: XLR8-Meteor
Standard Weaponry:
-2x hip mounted rail guns
-2x wing mounted rail guns
-2x Lier Industries beam sabers (stored on the hips)
-1x Lier Industries plasma rifle, scoped (found in the small of the back)
-2x Lier Industries wrists mounted light Machine Guns
-1x Gravity Axe
-10x Wing-Mounted Attack Pods
Optional Weaponry:
-1x Reflection Shield
-1x Large Caliber Sniper Rifle
-6x "Mad-Dog" motion sensor mines
Other Systems:
Meteor Drive: Created by Damien as a thought experiment gone horribly wrong, this engine system has proved the mad genius behind its creation. The Meteor Drive has two stages: The first allows the pilot to redirect energy throughout the Mech as he so desires, allowing for a huge jump in firepower or speed by stealing the power from other systems. The other half however, is the much more feared. Damien took the commonplace Anti-Gravity generators and turned them into a formidable weapon. He is now able to affect the gravity within his immediate area, whether turning it completely off or mimicking the gravity of Jupiter. It can also be used on his own Mech to strengthen his armor or attacks if necessary. However, the Gravity Generator requires a bit of power, and so requires Damien to steal some energy away from another system to operate at full power.
Construction and History: Due to the Lier family fortune, Damien was able to tweak the XLR8-Meteor to his exacting standards. While the frame was of a design he was shown and had approved, Damien worked on his weapons systems himself from the ground up. Due to the high specs of the mech, while the XLR8-Meteor is one of the most advanced Mechs in the world, the forces exerted on it causes major stress to the joints and to the pilot when operating at full capacity. After using the Meteor to its fullest capacity for too long, even "Undead" Damien has to rest. Damien is also the only person even able to pilot the Meteor, being the only human on earth who knows how to operate the unintuitive weapons system, comprehend the feedback from the Meteor Drive, and react in time to all the data, all while withstanding the stress of piloting such a beast. The Meteor is under constant maintenance when not in battle. However, Damien will not even let his most trusted engineers touch his weapons systems, instead calibrating them himself.
Anyway, here's my sheet, and here's hoping we have a successful run!
Name: Damien Lier
Age: 25
Appearance: Damien stands at a good 6'3", with spade-like hands that somehow manage to be so dexterous and a lithe yet resilient body able to move how he needs to. With his raven black hair, golden eyes, and silver tongue, Damien has no problems in his life outside of his mech. A cross-like scar on his right hand stretches from the back of his hand to his forearm, marring his physique. Multiple scars also criss-cross his chest, all of which he usually hides under a handsome black suit when he believes he will encounter the press, or simple jeans, sneakers, a plain shirt and a white hoodie with a tribal insignia over the heart and a missing left sleeve. Finally, his left arm is completely mechanical, well hidden by synthetic skin. Damien usually rips this synthetic cover off to interface with the Meteor.
Personality: Damien is quite easygoing, brushing off most insults and remarks with a grin and a shrug. However, when questioned or insulted about the scars on his chest, Damien can get quite defensive and outright aggressive. Fortunately, due to his insistence on climbing up the rankings at Lier Industries himself, he is remarkably unspoiled and knows the value of hard work.
History: Damien was born into the famous Lier family, the company that designs and sells almost every kind of ammunition and weaponry used in the MBF. Surrounded by such an environment, little wonder Damien grew up with such an affinity to weapon systems and to Battle Mechs. By age 16, Damien had begun to contribute to his parent's wealth, building next-gen weaponry for the MBF and for private security everywhere. After graduating from MIT, Damien entered into and quickly became the head of the R&D department for Lier Industries not through his parents, but rather from his own abilities. He became interested in testing out his own weaponry, not satisfied with the results gained from others but wanting to see them himself, Damien began to test mechs, to the point where he actually enjoyed piloting them for the sake of piloting. He decided to join the MBF for its own sake, to see how far his talents and love for the sport could take him. However, while duking it out in the smaller MBF feeder leagues, a desperate opponent attacked his cockpit. Damien was pronounced dead and paraded with all the honors money could buy. In the middle of the sermon, however, Damien pushed up the lid to his casket and walked out! From that day forth, many became afraid of the "Undead" Damien Lier, his name spreading like wildfire, finally giving him his shot at the big time.
Mech: XLR8-Meteor
Standard Weaponry:
-2x hip mounted rail guns
-2x wing mounted rail guns
-2x Lier Industries beam sabers (stored on the hips)
-1x Lier Industries plasma rifle, scoped (found in the small of the back)
-2x Lier Industries wrists mounted light Machine Guns
-1x Gravity Axe
-10x Wing-Mounted Attack Pods
Optional Weaponry:
-1x Reflection Shield
-1x Large Caliber Sniper Rifle
-6x "Mad-Dog" motion sensor mines
Other Systems:
Meteor Drive: Created by Damien as a thought experiment gone horribly wrong, this engine system has proved the mad genius behind its creation. The Meteor Drive has two stages: The first allows the pilot to redirect energy throughout the Mech as he so desires, allowing for a huge jump in firepower or speed by stealing the power from other systems. The other half however, is the much more feared. Damien took the commonplace Anti-Gravity generators and turned them into a formidable weapon. He is now able to affect the gravity within his immediate area, whether turning it completely off or mimicking the gravity of Jupiter. It can also be used on his own Mech to strengthen his armor or attacks if necessary. However, the Gravity Generator requires a bit of power, and so requires Damien to steal some energy away from another system to operate at full power.
Construction and History: Due to the Lier family fortune, Damien was able to tweak the XLR8-Meteor to his exacting standards. While the frame was of a design he was shown and had approved, Damien worked on his weapons systems himself from the ground up. Due to the high specs of the mech, while the XLR8-Meteor is one of the most advanced Mechs in the world, the forces exerted on it causes major stress to the joints and to the pilot when operating at full capacity. After using the Meteor to its fullest capacity for too long, even "Undead" Damien has to rest. Damien is also the only person even able to pilot the Meteor, being the only human on earth who knows how to operate the unintuitive weapons system, comprehend the feedback from the Meteor Drive, and react in time to all the data, all while withstanding the stress of piloting such a beast. The Meteor is under constant maintenance when not in battle. However, Damien will not even let his most trusted engineers touch his weapons systems, instead calibrating them himself.
Damien sauntered through the halls, filled with yelling engineers, the roar of blowtorches, and the hiss of cooling metal. He grinned as he loosened his tie and began to unbutton his white silk shirt. "Oh God, that's so much better." He groaned, trying to recover from the extensive interview only an hour earlier. Few could believe the head of R&D for Lier Industries, what's more the heir, would partake in the often dangerous sport of Mech Battling. Damien threw his coat on the rack and removed his silk shirt and tie once he got to the pilot hanger marked "Damien Lier."
Damien looked around for a minute before spotting Cathal. Cathal was an AI enhanced robot Damien used for updates and self-protection. Also, because Damien always enjoyed a bad joke, Cathal looked exactly like a real dog- until he started talking. "G'Afternoon, Cathal. What's happening with the Meteor?" Cathal barked before starting to trot next to Damien, keeping pace with his master's long strides. "Not much, sir. The mechanics just finished testing armor and thrusters, to see how they would respond to the Meteor System. All are operating at 100%. Also, you are due for your first match soon." Damien cursed. "Shit! Why am I not told these things? Hey, touch one of my weapons and you'll find yourself tied to a stake in front of it!" Damien added, that last bit directed at mechanic who had tried to test some weapon specs. Cathal paid no attention and continued speaking. "It is a large 1 vs 1 duel. The battle area is forested prairie, with 10 kilometers to fight in. There is also a large lake, around 1 square kilometer area. Your enemy will be Alexius Megalos, with the Lancelot Mech. It is a custom mechanical suit, so little information is available." Damien grinned. "Good. It's no fun if I know everything about the opponent. Why does the name Megalos seem familiar..." A brand popped into his head. "Ah, Alexius Megalos! The heir to MegaloCorp! Man, he must have gotten just as much flak from the press as I did! If he can do it, I sure as hell can too." Damien looked thoughtful as he did a basic check of his MW. "Alexius... I remember meeting him at a fund raiser. He seemed like a nice guy, even if he needed to loosen up a bit. Maybe I can show 'im a night on the town when this is over." Damien seemed to remember something important. "Damn! I better not space out like this in the match, or I'll lose! Cathal, what are the victory conditions?" Cathal continued. "Your first match is possibly one of the most difficult: Merit-Based Combat. You will be judged on how well you both are able to pilot your mechs and control the battlefield, as both of you are in the possession of high-quality custom Mobile Suits. By the way, Damien, the Lancelot seems to be a primarily melee-based MW. Might I suggest the Cypher dual sniper rifle? And perhaps the rebound shield?" Damien nodded. "Good idea. I'll pick them up if I see a gift box out on the field. Can you throw me a skin graft?" Cathal barked before his back opened up, revealing several silver glove-like objects that seemed to flow like quicksilver. Damien slid one on his left hand and nodded in satisfaction as pulses of light lit up, continuing up the circuits within his arm. The skin finally settled down and adopted the tan coloring of Damien's arm. Cathal closed up and wagged his tail expectantly. "Thanks. Get ready to upload to the suit. For now, come with me. I want to greet my opponent, where we won't be mobbed by the press. C'mon, Cathal!" Cathal closed up, barked and obediently followed as Damien once more slid into his suit and walked to meet his opponent.
Damien was just in time to witness the final moments of Lyn and Tomoe's crushing victory over the Omega Crusher. Damien looked at the quick replay and sighed. He shook his head as he finally made his way over to Alexius, who was cheering wildly. Even Damien got into it a bit, clapping until his palm turned red. When the crowd had quieted down a bit, Damien began to talk. Cathal sat obediently next to him, giving the two a bit of room to breathe. "Well, that's what happens when you rely on technology you don't understand, I suppose. Still, that pilot was quite skilled to be able to weave in and out of the targeting receptor, with only .05 seconds allowed for error. Do you know her?" Damien shook his hand. "Ach, where are my manners? My name is Damien Lier. I believe met at the Fireman's Ball, correct?"
Alexius was pleasantly surprised to see his next opponent approach him as Lyn's match ended. He had, of course heard of the legendary "Undead" Damien Lier but hearing about him paled in comparison to meeting the real deal. Alexius certainly remembered their meeting. The way he acted so carefree, despite all that had happened and his burdens was quite admirable in Alexius' eyes. "Alexius Megalos, at your service" He introduced himself as he shook Damien's hand. "Yes, I do recall meeting you at that ball. It's not often one gets to meet a living legend such as yourself after all." Alexius replied with a polite smile and a small chuckle.
"Ah, yes. Lyn Kamen is truly one of the most skilled pilots I have seen. And I do have the privelege of knowing her. She runs a school of sorts that trains mech pilots and I had honor of attending and being acknowledged by her. Although, I'm still nowhere near her level. I know her opponent too, a former classmate of mine you could say. Sadly, Master Lyn's teachings fell upon deaf ears it would seem." Alexius finished quietly, saddened that it had come to that. He would have to do his best to uphold her teachings where Richard had not.
"Ah, forgive me, I tend to ramble at times. So what brings you here Damien? I assume you came because you heard we would be fighting?"
"Ah, yes. Lyn Kamen is truly one of the most skilled pilots I have seen. And I do have the privelege of knowing her. She runs a school of sorts that trains mech pilots and I had honor of attending and being acknowledged by her. Although, I'm still nowhere near her level. I know her opponent too, a former classmate of mine you could say. Sadly, Master Lyn's teachings fell upon deaf ears it would seem." Alexius finished quietly, saddened that it had come to that. He would have to do his best to uphold her teachings where Richard had not.
"Ah, forgive me, I tend to ramble at times. So what brings you here Damien? I assume you came because you heard we would be fighting?"
Cathal muttered to himself. "You think you ramble? Try speaking to a family lawyer. You won't be able to get two words in edgewise with one of them." Damien glared at Cathal before speaking, his eyes calm once more. "Ah, so you're her student. That explains quite a bit." Damien snapped his fingers, causing Cathal to open his mouth. A small hologram shot out, projecting itself right in front of the pair, about as big as a man's torso. Damien pulled up videos of both Alexius' performance in a match last season and Lyn's most recent match against Richard. He paused both videos until they were where he wanted them and then pressed play. Both videos showed the pair doing the exact same move. "See? Clearly your ears hear a bit better than your associate's do. Your moves are quite similar to hers- still rough, but similar. She might kill me for saying this, but don't be afraid to develop your own style based on what she teaches you. It's no fun if you're only a copy, I want to see some ingenuity outta you!" Damien terminated the program and turned to face Alexius. "First, tell your teacher thank you for me. That Omega Crusher was an abomination, and the pilot was terrible. I hate seeing people use weapons without any idea how to operate them. Second, our math is Merit-Based. And after seeing a match like this, I wanna make a deal. I am frankly amazed at what you can do in the Lancelot, and I want to see you in top shape. I want you to come out of that gate with no excuses whether I get chopped in half or I crush you, so I'm going to send you all the specs of the XLR8-Meteor. Continuing with my greediness, however," Damien grinned maliciously, "At the very start of the match, I want both of us to completely disable our targeting systems for this match. Show all these other guys what being a real pilot can do without a machine completing his every need. Deal?" Damien stuck out his hand one more time. His blood burned for the first time since the accident at the prospect of a challenging match.
"Well, you certainly seem to have done quite a bit of research. I suppose I should have expected no less from one such as yourself." Alexius said, finding himself quite impressed by Damien's companion and his abilities. "I will certainly pass along your message to Master Lyn next time we meet. And have no fear, I have begun to understand recently the importance of making my own style. Lancelot and Tomoe are vastly different. To fight in Lancelot as though it were Tomoe would be foolhardy, and that realization I believe makes me a very different man than I was last season."
Alexius stared at the hand he was about to shake again for a moment. He was very lucky, it seemed, to be presented with an opponent who was so different from Alexius yet their feelings toward their fight were so similar. Alexius shook Damien's hand once more. "I accept your terms, Damien. However I feel the need to be a bit greedy myself. I will be sending you the Lancelot's specs in return. I cannot allow you to put yourself at such a disadvantage without doing the same myself." He said with a grin of his own. Already he could tell that this season would be far more exciting than his first.
Alexius stared at the hand he was about to shake again for a moment. He was very lucky, it seemed, to be presented with an opponent who was so different from Alexius yet their feelings toward their fight were so similar. Alexius shook Damien's hand once more. "I accept your terms, Damien. However I feel the need to be a bit greedy myself. I will be sending you the Lancelot's specs in return. I cannot allow you to put yourself at such a disadvantage without doing the same myself." He said with a grin of his own. Already he could tell that this season would be far more exciting than his first.
Damien smiled and nodded to Cathal after Alexius accepted his deal. "Alright, do it." Damien checked the readout from Cathal and nodded with approval as he heard the small bell indicating he was done. "Alright, there we go! Everything about the Meteor, from it's weaponry to its special systems will be waiting for you when you return to your hangar. Boy I can't wait to see the look on on your head engineer's face when this thing rolls in!" Damien laughed as he checked his watch. "Alright, three hours to go. Congratulate Lyn, memorize the specs, do whatever you gotta do, and get ready for a fight. Because I know I will be." Damien turned around to leave, and Cathal obediently followed. Damien stared up into space as he walked, thinking of strategies to fight against Alexius, hiding a grimace from the man as well as he could.
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Damien arrived at his hangar and was doing everything he could to not just break into a dead sprint. "Mr. Lockheed!" Damien yelled at his head engineer. The man looked up, banging his head on a low-hanging piece of metal. "Alexius sent me the specs for the Lancelot. Forward it to the Isolation Sphere!" Cathal frowned as best a dog could, knowing what his master was going through. Damien made it to the Isolation Sphere, a hollow, white sphere with a 9 foot diameter. Hands shaking, he failed to open the door at first, entering the PIN code right on his third try. He slammed the door behind him and began to pant heavily. "Can't...breathe!" Damien gasped as he ripped off his suitcoat, his tie, and even his shirt. Not stopping there, Damien shed all of his clothes until he stood there completely naked. Finally, Damien dug his index finger into a seemingly random spot on his left shoulder, then gripped opposite the spot with his thumb and twisted. With a pneumatic hiss, his arm slid until it completely fell off, revealing the mechanical workings inside. Damien finally sat down with a sigh, trying to calm down. Damien closed his eyes, only to have flashbacks to the moment when he knew he was going to die by his own weapon. He saw that cold shrapnel gun leveled right at his chest. He remembered crying out in fear and rage as his own creation betrayed him. He felt cold as those steel teeth sank into his chest, and felt nothing as they bit off his arm. Damien's right hand shook like mad in front of his face, his heart beating desperately in fear, his chest heaving in time with every beat. The scars that crossed his chest grew and shrank with every forced breath. Damien balled his hand into a fist and slammed it into the side of the sphere. "Dammit! Yes, you're scared. So what? Shut up and deal with it. You're not dead yet, you bastard!" Damien muttered to himself. Finally the shaking slowed to a stop as Damien managed to get his heartbeat under control.
"Cathal. You there?" Damien listened for a moment before his loyal servant responded. "Yes sir. What do you request?" Damien nodded, motioning expectantly towards the sphere's hologram walls. "Bring up the specs for the Lancelot." Cathal responded as quickly as he could. "Yes sir, right away." The walls fell away, replaced by a panoramic view of the Lancelot standing in a lonely field. Damien walked up to it, then made the camera angle change so he was at chest level to the impressive Mobile Weapon. Cathal began to read out the specs. "As we thought, the Lancelot is a primarily melee-built Suit. The only weaponry it seems to have is a NuTitanium Sword, Shield, with a NuTitanium Lance as a backup, medium-range weapon. If you see a backup box on the field, be sure to grab the Cypher dual Sniper Rifle before he has a chance to grab his lance. This will buy you a bit more range, and is well suited to your 'challenge,' due to the scope and camera upon the weapon. The Reflect Shield might also be a great boon." Damien nodded. "What about armor 'n thrusters?" Cathal continued. "The Lancelot is heavily armored. Therefore, penetrating rounds might be best suited for this match. Due to this weight, the Lancelot has multiple powerful thrusters located at strategic points along the body." The camera panned to the back, where the simulated Lancelot dashed toward the opponent with its thrusters. "These thrusters allow the Lancelot to accelerate and quickly close in on its opponent. However, what you should be most wary of is the Protection Drive. For a short amount of time, the Lancelot can make itself completely impervious to all weaponry. It seems he can only use this ability a few times in a single match, so realize this will be a trump card of his. That is everything we were given on the Lancelot." Damien nodded. Slowly, he picked up his left arm and reattached it, then began to dress in more comfortable attire: sweats, sneakers, a t-shirt, and his favorite white hoodie, that had the left sleeve ripped off. Damien reached up to his shoulder and slowly peeled off the synthetic skin like a used glove, until all that was left was the metal workings of his left hand. The patchwork giant stretched and slowly stepped out of the Sphere, noticing Cathal right next to him. "Thank you." Damien said simply, before moving on to get something to eat before the match. "One hour left until I fight Alexius. I can do this."
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Damien arrived at his hangar and was doing everything he could to not just break into a dead sprint. "Mr. Lockheed!" Damien yelled at his head engineer. The man looked up, banging his head on a low-hanging piece of metal. "Alexius sent me the specs for the Lancelot. Forward it to the Isolation Sphere!" Cathal frowned as best a dog could, knowing what his master was going through. Damien made it to the Isolation Sphere, a hollow, white sphere with a 9 foot diameter. Hands shaking, he failed to open the door at first, entering the PIN code right on his third try. He slammed the door behind him and began to pant heavily. "Can't...breathe!" Damien gasped as he ripped off his suitcoat, his tie, and even his shirt. Not stopping there, Damien shed all of his clothes until he stood there completely naked. Finally, Damien dug his index finger into a seemingly random spot on his left shoulder, then gripped opposite the spot with his thumb and twisted. With a pneumatic hiss, his arm slid until it completely fell off, revealing the mechanical workings inside. Damien finally sat down with a sigh, trying to calm down. Damien closed his eyes, only to have flashbacks to the moment when he knew he was going to die by his own weapon. He saw that cold shrapnel gun leveled right at his chest. He remembered crying out in fear and rage as his own creation betrayed him. He felt cold as those steel teeth sank into his chest, and felt nothing as they bit off his arm. Damien's right hand shook like mad in front of his face, his heart beating desperately in fear, his chest heaving in time with every beat. The scars that crossed his chest grew and shrank with every forced breath. Damien balled his hand into a fist and slammed it into the side of the sphere. "Dammit! Yes, you're scared. So what? Shut up and deal with it. You're not dead yet, you bastard!" Damien muttered to himself. Finally the shaking slowed to a stop as Damien managed to get his heartbeat under control.
"Cathal. You there?" Damien listened for a moment before his loyal servant responded. "Yes sir. What do you request?" Damien nodded, motioning expectantly towards the sphere's hologram walls. "Bring up the specs for the Lancelot." Cathal responded as quickly as he could. "Yes sir, right away." The walls fell away, replaced by a panoramic view of the Lancelot standing in a lonely field. Damien walked up to it, then made the camera angle change so he was at chest level to the impressive Mobile Weapon. Cathal began to read out the specs. "As we thought, the Lancelot is a primarily melee-built Suit. The only weaponry it seems to have is a NuTitanium Sword, Shield, with a NuTitanium Lance as a backup, medium-range weapon. If you see a backup box on the field, be sure to grab the Cypher dual Sniper Rifle before he has a chance to grab his lance. This will buy you a bit more range, and is well suited to your 'challenge,' due to the scope and camera upon the weapon. The Reflect Shield might also be a great boon." Damien nodded. "What about armor 'n thrusters?" Cathal continued. "The Lancelot is heavily armored. Therefore, penetrating rounds might be best suited for this match. Due to this weight, the Lancelot has multiple powerful thrusters located at strategic points along the body." The camera panned to the back, where the simulated Lancelot dashed toward the opponent with its thrusters. "These thrusters allow the Lancelot to accelerate and quickly close in on its opponent. However, what you should be most wary of is the Protection Drive. For a short amount of time, the Lancelot can make itself completely impervious to all weaponry. It seems he can only use this ability a few times in a single match, so realize this will be a trump card of his. That is everything we were given on the Lancelot." Damien nodded. Slowly, he picked up his left arm and reattached it, then began to dress in more comfortable attire: sweats, sneakers, a t-shirt, and his favorite white hoodie, that had the left sleeve ripped off. Damien reached up to his shoulder and slowly peeled off the synthetic skin like a used glove, until all that was left was the metal workings of his left hand. The patchwork giant stretched and slowly stepped out of the Sphere, noticing Cathal right next to him. "Thank you." Damien said simply, before moving on to get something to eat before the match. "One hour left until I fight Alexius. I can do this."